#B with smudged red lipstick save me | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

rekrappeter · 4 years

Text

august || jj maybank || scout’s writing challenge

pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader

word count: a whopping 7.3k

summary: y/n returns to the island for her yearly visit with her cousin, Kiara. she loves everything about the outer banks, except one impossible blonde hair, blue eyed boy [enemies to friends to lovers]

warning: nothing that isn’t mentioned in the tv show therefore there is cursing, fighting, mention of abuse, underage drinking, blood || lmk if i forget anything || definitely typos || i also didn’t proofread this so sorry

This is my first time writing for outer banks, so what better way to join a writing challenge organised by the queen herself @ptersparkers. I hope y’all enjoy it and please lmk what you think of it ♡ ♡

The whole month of August was dedicated to traveling to the outer banks, ever since you could remember. Your earliest memory on the island was when you were eight years old and your cousin, Kiara, almost drowned in the marsh; you remember laughing uncontrollably, not really understanding what was going on until your parents scolded you. You have always been close with Kiara; when you were away for the other eleven months of the year, you would constantly message and snapchat each other back and forward.

As you grew older, each year in obx came with new experiences. When you were thirteen, you had your first kiss on the dock with some brown-haired kook that you and Kiara were infatuated with that year. When you were fourteen, you got into your first fist fight with none other than JJ Maybanks and that was the beginning of the end for you. Ever since that eventful summer, you and JJ barely managed to be in the same room with each other without biting each other’s head off. You rued the first day you met him when you found him attractive, never more nauseated when you think of that memory.

At the age of sixteen now, you couldn’t be more excited to go back and visit your cousin and the rest of your extended family. This time your parents weren’t tagging along and trusted you to stay safe under the watchful eye of Kiara. When you were on the phone with Kie, days before your arrival, you both gushed about the numerous adventures you were going to take together. You were back in the outer banks no longer than four hours before you were dragged down to the boneyard, a memorable place that you found bliss in.

“Aye, there she is!” You heard John B yell over the chatter of the crowd down at the beach, he raised a red cup in your direction as a greeting. You laughed aloud, twirling before flinging yourself into his embrace. And it was official, John B gave the best hugs.

“Hey, don’t be hogging her,” Pope whined, pulling you from his best friend’s grasp and bringing you into a rib crushing hug. Okay, maybe it was Pope that gave the best hugs. You were so overwhelmed by the love that they were showing that you hadn’t noticed the blonde-haired boy rock up next to the gang with a girl tucked under his arm.

JJ spotted you from the moment that you stepped foot onto the beach, he was whispering into some brunette’s ear when his eyes lifted to see your figure beside Kie. His jaw immediately clenched and the sudden distaste was evident in his aura, at least that’s what he was calling the feeling of nausea that washed over him from seeing you there. He has been so busy working, he hadn’t realized that it was already August - the month he could live without for the rest of his life ever since he was introduced to you.

The girl reached to grab his jaw to look at her, “Are you even listening to me?” She pouted, her red lipstick smudged from the earlier kisses she shared with JJ.

JJ hummed in acknowledgement, looking at his empty cup. “Let’s go get a drink.” When he walked up to his close friends, he grimaced at you being flung around by Pope. An odd feeling was at the pit of his stomach, it was almost like a mix of regret and jealousy but he ignored it, like every other feeling he had when it came to you. “Look what the cat dragged in.” He snarled, handing his cup to John B to fill up.

At the sound of his voice, your spine tensed up and you were released from Pope’s embrace to come face to face with your own nemesis. You ignored the girl that looked between the two of you, your friends’ breath hitched in their throat getting ready for another annual greeting. You cocked your hip, brow raised with a humorous look on your face. “Wow, JJ, surprised you haven’t ended up dead in a ditch yet.”

JJ scoffed and rolled his blue eyes, “How many kooks are you planning on fucking this time around?” He retorted, watching your eyes narrow. If looks could kill, he knew he’d be dead five years ago.

“Looks like you’re one step ahead of me,” You turned your attention to the confused brunette who was nibbling on her nails, “Honestly, sweetheart, if you’re lowering yourself down to this--”

“That’s enough, Y/N.” Kie interrupted you, placing a red cup in your hands and pulling you away from the blonde that sent anger through your veins. “I just don’t get it.” She sighed, sitting on a log near one of the many fires that were brewing.

You glanced subtly over your shoulder, seeing that your friends dispersed into different crowds but he stood where you left him. JJ’s eyes found yours, neither one of you looking away at first. It wasn’t until his girl pulled his face to hers that your eye contact was broken. Your brows creased closer, confused by the sudden feeling of annoyance that erupted inside you. For the first time, you weren’t annoyed at the man himself, just the fact that he was kissing some random girl.

A week into your visit passed by in a flash, just as it usually did. Kie kept her promise and brought you on adventures through back roads and hiking trails. On the slow days, you also helped out at The Wreck; you knew that your uncle would make you do shifts there so instead of him confronting you, you volunteered to help. It was late on Sunday, you offered to close up and let Kie go hang out with the gang. Despite her protests, she was out the door in less than ten minutes telling you to head over to John B’s when you were ready.

You plugged your phone into the speaker system, playing a random playlist that you created. The Rolling Stones blasted around the bar and you cleared off the remaining tables, twisting and turning to the music. There were no customers left and you turned off the ‘open’ sign. Just as you were about to lock the main door, your eyes spotted a number of hooded figures under the dim lights out on the street. You were about to ignore them until you realised that they were kicking the crap out of someone, and from the mop of blonde hair flinging around, you knew exactly who it was.

“For fucks sake,” You sighed, grabbing the closest object to you and rushing out to defend JJ. “Hey!” You yelled, rushing over to the crowd and getting the three men’s attention. “Bit of a pussy move jumping someone by themselves.”

The men, who you presumed were Kooks, didn’t scatter like you were expecting them to. Instead, they turned to look at you, eying you up. You heard JJ groan on the ground, you were surprised you could hear the sound of the beating of your heart thumbing through your body. The man in the middle stepped closer to you, “Ain’t you pretty…” He reached to caress your cheek but you slapped his hand away, earning mocking sounds of surprise from the others.

“Look, sweetheart, we don’t want to fight with you too.” The dark-haired man hummed from beside JJ.

“You wanna fight him, you gotta fight me too.” JJ tried to protest as the words left your mouth which earned him a kick in the stomach. The man in front of you looked back at JJ, which was the perfect opportunity for you to get your shots in. You kneed him in the groin, causing him to hiss loudly and lean forward. You threw your fist against his jaw, and then again, and another punch for good measure. He fell to the floor, holding his crotch. Your eyes widened when his friend lunged for you, grabbing you and flinging you to the ground. You winced when your shoulder took the impact, but you continued kicking out as the man tried to climb on top of you.

He grabbed your legs, locking them down with his own legs that were much stronger than your whole body. You grabbed his collar quickly, bringing his body to yours before you swung your head to headbutt him. Both of you groaned at the impact but you used this chance to kick his body off you and you climbed on top of him, swinging punch after punch.

Strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you off the man and you were about to swing a punch until you realized it was JJ holding you this time. You looked over his shoulder to see the third man knocked out, the other two scrambling away muttering profanities under their breath. You sighed in relief, crashing into JJ’s body, your adrenaline disappeared and exhaustion washed over you quickly.

“What the fuck was that?” JJ shouted, gripping your shoulders to look at you.

“That was just me saving your fucking life.” You spat back at him, looking up at his busted face. You suddenly became aware of how close he was to you, when your chest rose with your rapid breathing it was touching his bare chest. He wore his shirt unbuttoned, showing off his toned chest. You ripped your body from his grasp, stalking away from him before you had the audacity to check him out again. You could hear him following you closely and you sighed, holding the bar door open for him before locking it behind him.

The tension was heavy as you breathed heavily in each other’s presence but neither one of you wanted to break the silence. JJ walked over to the freeze, grabbing the loose ice and placing it in a cloth before handing it to you. He was trying his best to calm his heart, the fact that you were willing to fight three kooks for him had his emotions soaring in all different directions. And when he had to pull you off one of them, he couldn’t deny how sexy you looked throwing punches like it was your favorite hobby. He was meant to hate you, not want to fuck you right now.

JJ ran his fingers through his hair before getting some ice for himself. He leaned up against the isle, watching you sit on one of the bar stools, hissing as you covered your knuckles with the cloth. He nibbled on his bottom lip, glancing around the restaurant. “Where’s Kie?” He asked, his voice soft.

“JB’s.” You replied, not actually knowing how to hold a conversation with JJ.

“Cool…” He hummed, bopping his head to the song that was playing around you. “I think this is the longest we’ve ever been in the same room without killing each other.”

“Nah, instead I just almost got killed because of you.” You huffed, rolling your eyes.

“I didn’t ask you to come out and fucking fight.” JJ retorted, his voice rising with each word.

“And what do I do when the police pull up asking about some jackass that was murdered outside here?” You stood up from the barstool, ditching the ice in the sink. “Nah, sorry officer, I knew it was a good for nothing son of a bitch so I left him there to die.” You yelled, mocking a posh accent.

“You are impossible!” JJ spat, each word filled with venom and hatred. You pushed passed him, trying to get to the back room but he grabbed your wrist to stop you. You looked up at him, watching as his jaw tensed and his eyes studied your expression. Your features were stiff, your chest rising and falling with each deep breath. He was so close to you, you could feel his breath fan over your face. You waited for him to say something, and you were shocked when his eyes fell to your lips. His own tongue swiped across his pink lips but before this could go any further, you ripped your hand from his grasp and walked away into the back room, leaving him there.

“Where have you been?” Kie exclaimed when you walked into the chateau an hour after you were meant to. She looked up from the boys to your face, gasping when she spotted the darkening bruise that was starting to shot up around your left eye. “What happened to you?”

You glanced around the room quickly, noting that the blonde that left the Wreck was nowhere to be seen. “I-umh, I fell and hit my face on the corner of the bar. It’s nothing really.” You mumbled, wincing when Kie reached to touch it, “Don’t do that.” You hissed, slapping her hand away.

“Ouch…” John B whistled, tossing you a bottle of beer that was much needed. You downed it in half a second, before reaching for another one. The brunette boy shared a look at your cousin, which you ignored before crashing down on the couch beside Pope and released the bubble of worry that has been forming in your lungs since you left The Wreck.

You managed to avoid any questions from your family about your new black eye over the last few days, you also successfully managed to avoid JJ, which wasn’t hard when he was staying away from you. It was Wednesday, the sun was hanging high in the sky and Kiara was forcing you to go out on the boat with her and the gang. It didn’t take you long to agree, you refused to let JJ ruin your yearly trip. You walked along the dock beside Kiara, looking to where the HMS was pulling up to collect you.

Your eyes immediately connected with the blue-eyed blonde who was navigating the boat before he turned his attention to the horizon in front of him. Pope grasped your hand, helping you onto the boat and took the icebox from your other hand. You smiled at him, as a silent thank you and made yourself comfortable, despite being under the scrutiny of JJ. His face was still busted up, his lip was swollen and he had a black eye that matched yours perfectly.

JJ found the perfect spot to anchor the boat. He was a lot quieter than usual, he hadn’t spoken to you once which was odd, you were waiting for him to throw a nasty comment your way. You were sure you weren’t the only one to notice, Kie had given you a puzzled look when JJ turned his back.

“I think I could get used to this.” John B was the first to break the intense silence, sipping on his beer.

“Used to what?” You asked, biting the bate first.

“You and JJ getting along.” Kie and Pope both groaned in unison at John B’s words.

Kie slapped him on the back of the head, “Why jinx it?”

You ignored JJ’s stare and stood up on the boat, “I’m going for a swim.” You announced, stripping from your shorts and tank. You caught JJ’s eyes scanning up and down your body before he gulped, and chugged down his beer. You didn’t say anything to entertain the situation, you just dived into the marsh, wincing at the shock of the cold water.

The day passed by quickly and for the most part, it was filled with laughter and generally a good time. The sun was setting in front of you and you laid on the front of the boat soaking up the last of the rays, the others were chatting in pairs but you felt that you had chatted enough for the day. You bopped your head to the music that was playing from the speaker JJ brought along and you were lost in your own thoughts. You hadn’t noticed someone sitting beside you until their knee buckled against yours and you jumped at the contact.

JJ chuckled at your frightened state and you sighed, ignoring the blond. He handed you a cold beer and you reluctantly reached out for it. “I didn’t poison it.” He huffed, drinking is own full one.

“I wouldn’t put that past you.” You replied, eventually accepting the beer.

You sat in silence for a moment, you weren’t sure if you were enjoying his company. You could feel the warmth radiate from his bare torso and he smelt of seawater and weed; something about that combination weirdly comforted you. “Y/N, I… I just wanted to thank you for the other night.” JJ sighed, running his fingers through his wet hair. It was a good look for him.

“It’s all good.” You mumbled, focusing your attention on the sunset in front of you.

“No, honestly. I wouldn’t have blamed you if you just left me for dead.” JJ pursued his lips, swallowing back a lump that formed in his throat. You heard the croak in his voice and looked up to his face, seeing his blue eyes glistening. Was JJ about to cry in front of you? The thought made you uncomfortable, you didn’t know how to comfort someone you hated. But did you really hate him?

“JJ,” You sighed, sitting up straight. “I-that thought never even occurred to me… to leave you, I mean. You’re Kie’s friend, and that means I have your back.”

JJ licked his lips, looking down at you and he forced a closed smile, trying not to let the tears fall. “I was thinking… I think we should try to be friends.” You were shocked at his words, and you raised your brow as if asking him to elaborate on this sudden epiphany. “I’m tired of arguing with you, and after seeing you beat up those two kooks, I don’t want to be on your bad side anymore.”

You stiffened a laugh, chuckling along with JJ. You shook your head, a small smile on your face before you nodded, agreeing. “Let’s try this.” You reached your hand out to JJ, watching him shake it as if you just made a million-dollar deal. “But if I remember correctly, you were once a victim of my right hook.”

“Please don’t remind me. That traumatized me.”

This trip was slowly starting to make its way into the top three of your favorites. Ever since JJ waved the white flag of surrender, everything felt a lot easier. You weren’t looking over your shoulder every twenty minutes waiting for him to make a comment and your brain wasn’t working on overdrive trying to come back with a good enough comeback. Instead, you were actually laughing with him and getting along with him better than you expected.

That’s how you ended up being the one to collect him from one of his work places. You were parked outside a massive, fancy hotel tapping your fingers against the steering wheel of John B’s van waiting for the blonde to appear. Never in a million years did you think you would willingly volunteer to collect JJ from work. You knocked down the sunshade, looking in the mirror at your appearance and cringing at the sight of the purple bruise still evident on your face. It was slowly getting better and sometimes, you even forgot it was there.

“That makes you look like a badass.” JJ chimed, jumping into the passenger side of the van. You jumped at the sound of his voice, shooting him a glare. “Sorry.” He laughed, a pink tint framing his cheeks.

You started the van up driving in the direction of John B’s house, the feeling of excitement brewing now that you were finally going to be able to join them down at the boneyard. You liked how there wasn’t intense tension surrounding you, it was comfortable despite only being friends for a couple of days. “For your information, I am a badass.”

JJ whistled, rolling down the window and sticking his arm out. “Don’t I know it,” He grinned at you, and you noticed a fresh cut on his face.

“How’d you get that?” Your eyes flickered from the road to his face, watching his fingers wipe the dried in blood. “Nearly seventeen and you’re still getting into fights…” You hummed, raised eyebrows.

“You’re not the only badass in this van.” He winked, making you roll your eyes.

“No, but you’re the only dumbass.” Looking out the driver’s window, you hid the smile that was spreading across your face. JJ chuckled, reaching for his hat to take it off and he ran his fingers through his mop of blonde hair before putting it back on backwards. “Do you want to go home first to get changed?”

JJ’s breath hitched in his throat, eying the shorts he was wearing and the grey shirt. He noted the blood stain on his shorts, but shook his head in protest. “Nah, I’ll be good.” You ignored the shaking in his voice, nodding in acknowledgement before stepping on the gas.

You walked onto the beach, side by side with JJ, and were surprised when you noticed how big the crowd already was. It was nearing the end of the summer, every touron wanted to get their last kegger in before they had to go back to their mundane life. You understood how they felt, knowing you weren’t going to be here for much longer. It didn’t take long for you to allocate the Pogues gathered around a beer keg and you danced over to where Kiara was, your hips swaying to the music. JJ couldn’t help watch you as you left his side, nibbling on his bottom lip. A blush crept up his neck when he realised that he was checking out your ass and he swallowed his saliva, bringing his attention to where Pope was.

“What was that?” His friend asked him, looking between you and the blonde.

“Umh, nothing.” JJ responded, taking the cup filled with liquor that JB offered him.

“You were totally checking Y/N out, man. Since when did that happen?” John B chimed into the conversation making JJ groan with annoyance.

“I was not.” He defended himself, chucking the beer back. His eyes looked over the rim of the red cup, watching you laugh with Sarah and Kie. His heart fluttered and that feeling of nausea was back, which he realised was not a feeling of being revolted by your presence, instead it was a mixture of nerves and lust.

“Look, he’s doing it again.” John B laughed, “I can’t believe this.”

“Can’t believe what?” Sarah asked, walking up to the brunette and wrapped her arms around his neck. Instantly, his arms circled around her waist pulling her body closer to him. JJ shot John B a pointed look, as if telling him not to say another word, but that only maybe Sarah’s face washed over with confusion. “What’s going on?”

“I just got into another fight with one of your kind.” JJ replied, finishing his drink and filling it up again. Sarah rolled her eyes, choosing to ignore him. She was used to his anger and distaste to Kooks and she just learned to live with it.

When you twirled around to the music, your body froze and your stare was focused on three Kooks making their own onto the beach. Their eyes were scanning the crowd, as if looking for something, or someone. You made your way over to JJ who situated himself on a large log beside Pope, you subtly tapped him on the shoulder and he looked up at you in shock. His eyes followed your stare and they widened, he stood up from his sitting position and grabbed your hand, dragging you in the opposite direction of the three boys that you punched nearly a week ago.

Your friends' eyes all followed your retreating bodies, confusion evident on everyone’s face but you decided it was best to explain later. JJ led you away from the scanning eyes. You couldn’t help but notice how warm his hand felt in yours, his fingers engulfed yours and when he pulled you in the direction of the lifeguard’s hut, your thoughts imagined other ways that he could use his strength over you.

“In here,” JJ instructed, opening the hut and letting you enter first. He closed the door behind him, his heart hammering against his chest as he looked out onto the beach from the windows and trying to scan for the men. He stood there in front of you, you remained in the middle of the wooden room, he was conflicted with his decision to bring you here but he wasn’t in the mood for another fight. JJ looked at you and he let out a nervous laugh, reaching to scratch the back of his neck. A string of giggles escaped from your throat and you shook your head, releasing a sigh of relief you didn’t realise you were holding.

“We can’t hide in here all night.” You chuckled, leaning against the bare wall. “Or we should have bought some alcohol if we were.”

“Shit, yeah…” JJ muttered, looking around the room to see that it was nearly empty. A desk and a chair occupied the room, an empty cooler and that was it. He hummed along to the music that felt like miles away but he knew the song well enough to go on his own. “We’ll just hang here for a bit, wait until they fuck off.”

“Were they the ones that gave you that cut?” You asked, bringing his attention to the new addition to his injuries.

JJ chewed on the inside of his cheek, not wanting to get into the conversation of him fighting but when you looked up at him with those eyes, he wanted to tell you every little detail. He wasn’t used to feeling like this around people, and he definitely wasn’t expecting to feel like this around you but you brought a sense of calmness to him. “No, this was actually Topper.”

“Is he still bothering you?” You gasped, shaking your head in disbelief. “They just don’t give up, do they?”

“Nah, they’re pretty stubborn.”

“Nearly as stubborning as the Pogues.” Teasing him, you liked the way that he didn’t take offense to everything you said now and how he welcomed little bickers with you. The longer you were stuck in the hut with him, the more time it gave you to watch him. He was definitely attractive, probably the best looking man on this island but there was something behind his eyes, something that made him look lost and sad. The thought of him hurting made your chest tighten.

JJ kicked your ankles gently, making you crash to the floor. He tumbled with laughter, bending over and holding his stomach. You looked up at him from the floor, shocked. “I-I’m sorry but you… you were asking for it.” He said in between his howls of laughter. When his laughter calmed down, you dived into simple conversation about your lives and it just flowed so easily. It wasn’t until the sun completely set that you knew it was time to burst this bubble you have formed and head back to the rest of the Pogues. JJ stood up first, reaching to grab your hand and pull you up. You expected him to let go but you didn’t complain when his fingers intertwined with yours and he walked out of the hut.

The smile on your face only lasted a couple of seconds, when you came face to face with a boy that you met briefly last week when you introduced him to your first. “That’s them, officer.”

“Wh-what?” You coughed out, looking at the three kooks that were occupied by the county sheriff. “What’s going on?” You yelled, when JJ’s hand got ripped from yours. The commotion slowed down, everything felt like a blur and you could hear the cackle of the three unnamed boys.

“You’re under arrest for…” The blood pumped in your ears and you looked at JJ in shock, his face going pale. You screamed when your arms were pulled behind you and tears formed in your eyes when the feeling of steel wrapped around your wrist.

“Hey, hey, leave her alone. It had nothing to do with her.” JJ yelled in protest, the sheriff looked at the boy before shrugging.

“Fine, looks like you’re my bitch for the night then.” He released the handcuffs that were on your wrist but the tears didn’t falter. You watched as he bent JJ over, tightening the cuffs on his wrist making him wince.

“JJ-” You started but he shook his head, ceasing your protests.

“This ain’t my first rodeo, princess.” The blue-eyed boy chuckled, but you caught sight of a single tear rolling down his cheek. You watched him disappear into the darkness with the sheriff, the three boys trailing behind them. You choked out tears before retreating back to the Pogues, hoping someone will be able to help JJ.

The days went by slowly, it was strangely quiet around the Chateau now that JJ wasn’t crashing there. The last you heard, bail was posted but he hadn’t left his house since. When you went back to the gang, they kept interrogating you with questions about what happened the night at The Wreck and you came clear with them. It was silly not telling them when it first happened, especially Kiara, but it just felt like a secret that bonded you and JJ. You didn’t realise how much you were missing the blonde; everytime the door to John B’s house, you perked up but then deflated much to your other friends’ dismay.

You only had a week left on the Island and the longer you were alone with your own thoughts, the more you began to see JJ in a different light. When the anger and frustration towards him that fogged your mind dispersed, you couldn’t help but deny the obvious connection you had created with him in such a small time. It’s why you found yourself walking towards his house, knowing where he lived because Kie would drive by to pick him up with you in the car sometimes.

When the house came into view, you hitched a breath of nerves. How were you going to tell the man you once hated that you actually liked him? The only benefit to this plan was that you were leaving soon, so if he didn’t share the same feelings, it would give you a year to get over him. You walked up the trial, seeing someone on the porch. The closer you got, the more attention the man paid to you.

“Can I help you?” He called out, making you stop in your tracks.

“H-hi, I’m just looking for JJ, is he here?” Your voice was shy, almost weak as the man stared you down. He stood up from the stool he was sitting on and leaned up against the wooden porch, eying you up and down. You swallowed back a lump in your throat, feeling suddenly uncomfortable.

“What’s a pretty girl like you want with a piece of shit like my son?” The words JJ’s father spoke shocked you, your eyes widening.

“E-excuse me, sir?” You stuttered, not sure if he was joking with you but his expression remained stern. You were about to answer his question when JJ walked out of the door, not noticing you at first. His grey cap rested over his messy hair and he was wearing an unbuttoned shirt. He looked at his father before following his line of sight and his blue eyes widened when he saw you.

JJ rushed from the porch, grabbing the top of your arm and pulling you away from his house. “What are you doing here?” He hissed through clenched teeth. He dragged you out of sight from his father, who returned to what he was working on before. You were still in shock with what his father said about him, and it wasn’t until JJ spoke again that your attention was brought to his face. “Well?”

Your eyes scanned JJ’s face, his whole left side bruised and his lip was busted again. He hasn’t been seen around the island in days, and your eyes trailed down his chest that was exposed, showing more bruises littering around his torso. “JJ-” You gasped, reaching out to softly caress his chest. JJ winced at the touch, not because it hurt him but because it brought a sudden wave of comfort over him and his eyes fluttered closed. You began putting the pieces of the puzzle together and your heart ached. “JJ, was this your father?” You whimpered, his eyes locked on you and the watering of them gave you your answer. “Oh my god…”

“Look… Y/n, the boys know, alright? I-it’s not some crazy secret…” JJ muttered, his bottom lip began trembling and you immediately wrapped your arms around his body, pulling him closer to you. JJ hesitated for a moment before he circled his arms around you as well, bringing his face into the crook of your neck and you could feel his chest heaving as he sobbed into you.

You didn’t care how much time passed by as you stood there holding JJ, you wouldn’t care even if it started lashing rain. You were going to hold him for as long as he needed. “I’m so sorry…” JJ huffed into your neck and his breath tickling your skin, sending goosebumps down your body.

“No, JJ, you don’t have to be sorry.” You whispered, running your hand up and down his back as a soothing technique. JJ pulled back, much to your dismay and your hands left his body. The coldness immediately swamping around you, but you tried to hide the disappointment on your face. “Was this my fault?” You asked, pointing to his busted lip.

“What? No, of course not.”

“If you didn’t get arrested that night, would this have happened?” You questioned again, and you felt nauseous at the look on JJ’s face that confirmed your thoughts. “Oh god…” You mumbled, your hand covering your mouth as you started to cry. “I’m so sorry.” It was your turn to apologise, and you kept repeating it over and over again.

JJ hesitated again before wrapping you in his arms this time. “Look, if it wasn’t that night. It would have been another night. I don’t blame you in the slightest.” JJ reassured you, brushing your hair down with his hand. He’s never comforted a crying girl before, and he never thought he would be the one to ever comfort you but he liked it. He liked looking after you.

“I’m sorry,” You said again, causing JJ to groan. “You don’t deserve to be treated like this.” You whispered softly into his chest. The words caused JJ’s heart to skip a beat, you saying that meant more to him than you’d ever known. He was the one that gave you such a hard time on the island, he knew you gave him just the same amount of challenges, but to hear you say that he deserved better made him feel like he already had better with you.

“Stop saying that.” He chuckled, smiling amongst the tears trying to ignore the bubbling feeling of adoration. His eyes were red and puffed, his face flushed and you knew you probably resembled his look, except he probably pulled it off a lot better than you did. “What has you here anyways?” JJ asked, wanting nothing more than to bring the attention away from his father’s antics.

You sighed, realising that now was definitely not the time to tell him how you truly felt. Licking your lips, you forced a closed smile in his direction. “I-we missed you, we wanted to see how you were doing.”

“We?” JJ asked, raising his brows and his lips held a teasing smirk that made your stomach erupt in butterflies.

“We, you know, your friends.” You laughed, smacking his chest playfully.

“That’s a pity…” He replied, pouting at you.

“What is?” Your eyes narrowed, daring him to continue this banter that was bouncing between your bodies.

JJ was about to say something but his father’s voice interrupted him. He yelled something incoherent and JJ groaned, “I have to get back.”

You grabbed JJ’s hand in yours as he started to walk away, pulling him to a stop. He raised his brow in your direction, but you just sent him a small smile. “Come by the chateau tonight, please.” You didn’t want him going back to his father but you knew you had no power over him and his decisions. JJ returned your smile, his eyes softening and he tugged his hand from yours, walking back to his house.

When JJ walked into the chateau later that night, he was met with the cheers and sighs of relief from his friends. He greeted everyone with hugs and fistbumps before his eyes found your body, he sent you a quick wink and you just rolled your eyes, biting your bottom lip to stop the grin erupting on your face. It was a relief to you that he was here, you knew he was safer here than anywhere else on the island.

It shocked you when JJ took a beer from the fridge and planted himself down beside you, his thigh touching yours. He stretched his legs out in front of him and he slumped closer to you. “Hey,” He said, flinging his hat off to hit John B on the head. His blonde hair remained tousled around his forehead, even after he dragged in fingers through it. Oh, how you wished you could feel your fingers going through it. The thought caused your face to heat up, and you turned your attention to Kie and Pope in their own conversation.

The night passed by quicker than you wanted it to. Another day closer to returning home. It was nice having everyone back over, it just wasn’t complete when JJ wasn’t around. He brought a light of joy and laughter to the room, despite the circumstances that he was going through. You appreciated him, a lot and you wish you could tell him just how you felt.

Kie stood up from the floor, arms stretching above her head and she looked at you. “Ready to go?” You hummed in agreement, trying to hide your disappointment as you followed her actions.

JJ’s heart raced when you stood up and he reached out to grab your wrist, you looked down at him in confusion. “I-uhm, I can walk you home in a while, if you want.” He mumbled, trying not to gain the attention of his friends but it was too late. Kiara’s eyes widened, Pope and John B shared a bewildered look and you looked like a deer in the headlights.

You swallowed back the shock before nodding, “Yeah, yeah, I’d like that.”

“Well, okay. I guess I’ll see you in the morning.” Kie hummed in confusion, not knowing what was going on.

“I’ll come with you then.” Pope smiled, not wanting Kiara to leave by herself even though he knew no one would mess with her. They both left together after saying their goodbyes. It was just you, JJ, and John B left in the living room.

John B twisted on his heels, looking between the pair of you. JJ nodded his head towards his bedroom, trying to get him to leave them alone. John B choked on the beer he had taken a sip of, “I’ll leave you two… alone?” John B furrowed his brows and retreated to his bedroom, muttering something underneath his breath.

You stayed quiet, picking at a loose thread on your shorts. You were very aware of the fact that JJ was looking at you, studying your facial expressions. “I’m sorry if I embarrassed you just there.” JJ broke the silence, you twisted on your seat to look at him, shaking your head.

“You didn’t embarrass me, JJ. Why would you think they did?”

“They probably think something is going on between us,” JJ chuckled, and you tried to play it off as a joke, “I just wanted to say thank you, for earlier I mean. You didn’t have to come over to check on me.”

“I wanted to.” You smiled at him, watching him suck in his bottom lip. You wanted to groan at the action, finding it unbelievably sexy. “I never thanked you for taking the fall for me either.”

JJ sighed, running his hand over his face. “It was my fault you got into the fight, it was the least I could do especially when you hated me at the time.”

Hated me. The words suppressed your mind, they got you thinking. “To be honest with you, JJ. I don’t think I ever really hated you.” You looked at his expression seeing it softening and he looked more vulnerable than he usually does. “I think it was a way to disguise other feelings…” You added, cringing when the words left your lips.

“W-what?” JJ questioned, sitting up straighter. You quickly stood up from the couch, the action startling JJ and he followed your lead. He stood up, watching you nearly start hyperventilating. He grabbed your shoulders, stopping you from pacing and his eyes studied your face. “You like me?” He asked, his pink lips parted.

You whined something inaudible, avoiding his face before nodding shyly. “Yeah, I do, JJ and I don’t know when I started to feel like this, it… it just happened.”

“Are you sure?” JJ insisted, his arms still holding onto you tightly. When you nodded again, JJ pulled you closer to his body and scanned your face quickly, for any hint of regret or hesitation, before he crashed his lips onto yours. JJ forgot what it was like to share a kiss with someone he actually cared about, he was sweet and patient with it. He brought his hand to your cheek, cupping it as his lips moved with yours. Your world felt like it was spinning, like this couldn’t be happening but it was. You were kissing JJ Maybank and your heart was filling with love, admiration, happiness with every second that passed.

JJ pulled away from your lips, his eyes fluttering open and you could feel his lashes tickling your face. You opened your eyes to see his blue orbs sparkling. “Do that again.” You whispered, bringing your lips to his, not wanting to forget how this moment felt. You ignored the twisting in your gut reminding you that you were leaving in less than a week, that you would be leaving this island and not returning for far too long. It was as if the same feelings washed over JJ and he pulled back, sighing. “What?” You whispered.

“I just can’t believe that it’s taken me this long to feel this.” JJ enlightened you, embracing you tightly. “And I’ll be losing you soon.”

You lifted your palm to JJ’s face, brushing your fingers over the evident bruises before kissing his nose, then each of his cheeks, then his lips again for a second. “You won’t ever lose me, JJ. You’re stuck with me now.”

He chuckled at your words, bringing his lips back to yours and you fell into a sweet routine that consisted of the perfect amount of talking and kissing. You both agreed to not talk about you leaving, enjoying every moment that you had together from then onwards.

🌻 🌻 🌻 🌻

apologies for any typos, i wasn’t arsed to proofread it after spending hours writing it oops

but pls gimme feedback, i beg, ty

488 notes · View notes

lemonietrinket · 4 years

Text

Jigsaw Puzzle ||| Ending Five - Xiaojun

Summary: Xiaojun x Reader Genre: Fluff basically Warning(s): A big nail, no one is put in danger but vague inferences to what damage a crooked unattended nail could do, some foul language (1x f**k) Word Count: 2701 Theme Song: Home - JBJ95 AN: Xiaojunnie’s ending for my masterpiece Love—I recommend reading it first (it’s worth it, even if it is a bit sad the cuddling is great and so is the emotional support and just. hell yeah)

~~~

Skipping into the kitchen, a grin immediately rose to your face as you caught sight of the hunched figure outside in the garden. Even with his back turned on the window it was clear who it was, and after your encounter last week, you knew exactly what he was doing.

Letting temptation win you decided to ignore the task you’d been sent to complete (it didn’t matter much, Ten had legs and could totally get up and fetch his own food) and join Xiaojun outside. And so you grabbed the first jacket you could find—there was no doubt it was Kun’s going by the fresh scent upon the collar—slipped on your shoes and headed outside.

It was a grey day, the wind whipping up wildly one second to then disappearing into silence the next. It had an iciness to it that plunged into your skin where the jacket didn’t protect, and you shivered a hum as you pushed through the gate into the garden.

Xiaojun heard the creak of the iron lock and threw a glance over his shoulder. Seeing it was you he got to his feet. “Oh, Y/N, hi!”

“Hey,” you chirped over the sudden buffer of the wind, “are you... doing what I think you’re doing?”

He chuckled sheepishly before taking a step to the side, revealing a plastic pet bowl. “Yeah, you got me. Red handed.” He put his hands up in faux surrender.

Reaching the grass and coming to his side you bent down, mimicking what he’d been doing earlier. “So, what we got here, sonny boy.”

You heard him scoff and blinking up into the bright grey of the clouds you eventually caught sight of his dark eyes staring off at the fence at the bottom of the garden. Enraptured by his beauty that shone like the moon in the night no matter the angle, you very nearly forgot to breathe. The way his lips pursed into a coy smile was so distracting, and you only managed to save yourself when he rubbed his nose to combat the cold, the tip blushed as if smudged with light lipstick. That gave you ideas no less.

He crouched down beside you, shuffling away slightly to give you space from him—as if that was what you wanted at all—and thumbed the rim of the blue plastic. “Well, Officer, we got a bad case of broken plastic here.” He indicated to the clear jagged edge that was extremely hard to miss.

“Yikes,” you mumbled, “what happened?”

“You know the storm last night?”

You nodded, before your eyes widened when Xiaojun retrieved a large crooked nail from the grass by his foot. “Yo what the fuck?”

“Found it sticking out of the woodwork of the fence down there,” he gestured vaguely, his gaze focused intently on the rusty iron, “you’ve got to give it to Mother Nature, it was a bullseye.”

Mouth agape in disbelief at how the wind had managed to achieve that feat you frowned at the cut plastic. It looked old so you supposed it was no surprise it would splinter so easily. Nevertheless it seemed so freak. Unnerved by how long and wide the nail was, with its etched sharp point, your voice wavered. “How long had that been down there?”

He shrugged, finally raising his eyes to meet yours. You watched as they softened and he placed the nail on the patio concrete where it could be easily spotted. “It’s ok, I’ll get rid of it today.”

You nodded a thank you. “So... what were you trying to do to the bowl? It’s clearly a goner.”

“Trying to fix it,” Xiaojun answered simply. When you offered him a quizzical look, he procured a roll of sellotape. There was a twisted strand that hung over the side, sticky side folded over on itself and encasing several shards of plastic. When your face didn’t change a single bit he chuckled sheepishly. “The wind isn’t... quite on my side.”

“Couldn’t you have done that inside?”

He stared at you silently. “Yes, that would be the smart way of doing it b-but...” he scrambled for the words, “I thought it was going to be a quick job!” he exhaled while pulling his coat collar closer to his neck. “I was just wrong.”

“Clearly the brain cell wasn’t bestowed to you today,” you muttered through a stifled snicker, just loud enough for him to hear.

“Hey!”

You met his gaze then, a small smirk on your lips that flickering out as soon as you took him in once again. His pout left your heart racing and heat ros ot your cheeks to greet the caress of his dancing eyes. You quickly changed the subject, clearing your throat and ducking your head back down to the grass, fingers picking at the blades. “So... what are you going to do about it?”

You felt his stare flutter across your cheeks before quickly darting away to where the nail rested. He spoke while he scooped it up, “Guess I’d better go buy a new one.”

“Well, I’ll come with you!” you chirped, perhaps a little too quickly for your own good. “Keep you company and make sure you don’t get lost, you know.”

“That brain cell is missing after all isn’t it,” he said, soft smile sending your heart reeling before he stood up, gaze back to avoiding yours. Perhaps he hadn’t noticed after all. Perhaps that too wasn’t for your own good either.

᠃ ⚘᠂ ⚘ ˚ ⚘ ᠂ ⚘ ᠃

Hands tucked in your pockets to protect them against the brash wind, you found yourself stumbling over an uneven slab in the pavement that you were walking down towards the pet store.

Eight times, you had counted, that your elbow had brushed his.

And unlike you, he hadn’t faltered in his step nor words once as he gently rambled to you, the words spilling from his lips bitten by the cold and his own tension. He often did this, on the rare occasions that it was just the two of you. He never spoke with an urgency, but it always dawned upon you afterwards just how far his thoughts went when he was with you—the topic he began on was never anywhere near the one that he finished with. You figured he just needed to vent, as maybe the others didn’t help him come to terms with some of his problems as much as he needed, or they were the problems (which seldom surprised you), and so you never interrupted him. You instead found yourself just silently listening to him, not thinking ill of it once, because you were spending time with him and that was enough. Also his voice had a knack for helping you just relax, it was so soft and peaceful, you were pretty sure you could fall asleep to it.

However, this time was like no other, as you discovered when you could barely listen to him at all. Dipping in and out of the sun-dappled mist of daydreams, called by his voice and his small glances to you, tipped with the crests of smiles, it was no surprise you found it extremely difficult to focus, even as the crowds increased as you reached the main road.

“It’s not far now,” Xiaojun announced once his ramblings had met a natural pause.

You didn’t respond, not grounded enough to get your vocal chords working in time. Besides, the chatter of the throngs of people was likely enough to swallow anything you said whole.

Forced by the sudden onslaught of strangers heading towards you, Xiaojun shuffled close to you so to allow more pavement for them.

Nine.

He came to walk slightly behind you, his presence offering a surprising sense of comfort as you continued on, the shining sign of the shop peaking through the swathes of silhouettes. Focusing on its retro-inspired neon cursive, you found the weightlessness subside.

Thanks to the lack of a constant reminder of the man you had fallen ever so hopelessly for being right at your side, by the time you reached the store, you had managed to get your voice working once again.

Warm air washing over you harshly, you quickly shed your coat at the discomfort as soon as you entered. Xiaojun only then stood beside you once again, coaxing the two of you to begin searching for the bowls.

“Should probably get a heavier one,” he mused, so quiet you could convince yourself he wasn’t talking to anyone at all, even you.

“Sounds good.”

He led the way, sharp eyes narrowed as he scoured the aisles for the distinctive bright colours he was after. The shop itself was pretty quiet, since it was so small and people were beginning to head home for dinner. Regarding the endless walls of biscuits, treats, toys, scratching posts, beds and whatnot you were baffled by how the food bowls were nowhere to be found. That was, until you turned the corner into the leftmost aisle and spotted them instantly.

“Junnie!” you called, bobbing down to get a closer look at the plastic on the bottom shelf. You were pretty sure they were dog bowls, but you didn’t see the harm in using it for a tiny hedgehog—especially since these looked much more robust and less likely to crack when thrown into a nail.

Picking up a red one you were surprised about how light it was, and at the word ‘DOG’ written bluntly in a rather aggressive font along its side. Grimacing you put it back and began turning the others along the shelf to see what they had written along it.

PUPPY.

ROVER.

#1 DOG.

You sighed, dismayed. It wasn’t the end of the world, giving a hedgehog a bowl with ‘dog’ emblazoned on the plastic of course, but it did feel a bit wrong. Especially when there was a high chance you could do better. Unless Xiaojun had miraculously named the hedgehog something dog-related.

That was when it hit you. You had no idea what he had called her.

Standing with a frown it was as if you had summoned him from the earth, as Xiaojun popped up from round the corner. His eyes brightened as soon as they rested upon you, though you wrote it off as being relieved to have finally found what you’d come all this way for. “Ah! Anything good?”

You barely registered his question, instead entirely leading with your own. “Junnie, what did you call the hedgehog?”

It was a seemingly innocuous question. And yet as soon as you looked back fro glancing at the shelves again, you watched as his voice got stuck in his throat.

“Xiaojun?” you enquired carefully.

Before you could enquire if he was ok, he coughed rather awkwardly as if he were a cartoon clearing his throat. “Sorry,” he managed, “I called her... Hedgehog?”

He was quite unlucky in that sense—the questioning intonation was slight but you caught in nonetheless, a consequence of your habit of hanging off his every word (when you weren’t too overwhelmed by his gorgeous features).

Bemused, you chuckled. “Hedgehog? You called her Hedgehog? How imaginative...”

“Why do you ask?”

Mildly startled by his sudden enquiry, your eyes widened before you could stop them. “Oh, the bowls... they have like dog-related stuff on them. Like ‘Rover,’” you pointed vaguely before focusing entirely on him once again, “but you didn’t call the hedgehog Rover, which would’ve been kinda funny because irony. Nope, you called her Hedgehog—honestly, Xiaojunnn,” you whined, turning to skim over the china bowls instead, “I thought you were more imaginative than that...!”

Meanwhile, Xiaojun was sweating internally. And externally too, most likely, not that he was really in the state to check. Truth be told he had been a little bit more imaginative than that, but there was also no way to tell you that, without admitting every little thing that he had hidden from you. All those gazes, accidental touches, rogue thoughts and near confessions, all out in one go. A board of jigsaw pieces so unclear, yet only needing one final piece to reveal the finished, Schrödinger’s image. He was one move away from perhaps achieving his dreams or unveiling heartbreak.

And that terrified him. Despite being confronted with a thousand pieces of evidence as to why it would be the former, he would never quite believe it with his whole heart. He’d entertained the possibility for too long in his head for it to ever wholly sink into his mind that it could be real. But he didn’t want to lie to you anymore. They may have only been small but he didn’t like how they hung over him, like the crystals of a chandelier strung too low and seconds from snapping. And he certainly didn’t want to make any more. But that meant confessing.

“—Do you think of Cactus, Xiaojun? Prickles? No that’s bad... Zen?”

Catching your eyes peering over your shoulder expectantly at him, he took a deep breath. “You know what is a good name?”

You hummed, shuffling back along the aisle to hear his answer.

“Y/N,” he finally continued, voice very nearly wavering.

“Yeah?”

He swallowed. “No, I mean... Y/N is a good name.”

He could see the cogs of thought twisting behind your eyes, before the cute smile he had come to know well and love appeared, highlighted. “Thank you, b-but you can’t name the hedgehog after me.”

“Uhh, yeah, it’s...” he sighed, gathering his strength, “it’s a bit late for that.”

Your voice was dead serious. “What.”

The whole situation had caught you off guard. Never in your wildest dreams had you thought he had named the spiky little creature after you. You figured that if he had been hiding something, it was that he had named her something embarrassing like ‘Sugar-Plum’ or ‘Marshmallow’. But you? He took one look at the prickly animal, that was known for being loud and far from cuddly, and named it after you? You had to admit you weren’t exactly endeared.

However, in a seconds he changed your mind.

“Y/N, listen,” he began, panic etched across his face as he ran his hand through his hair, “I... named her after you because I... I love hedgehogs. A lot. I think they’re adorable and want to hold them even if they look spiky on the outside. So when I found that one visiting regularly and I couldn’t think of a name, I just... named her after you because it made sense at the time. I didn’t think that far ahead, after all I never thought I had a chance with you anyway, so I figured it would be...”

Once he had trailed off you didn’t speak up to fill the silence, and ended up just staring at him. He was nervous, and you had been so swept up in your own thoughts that putting his together as they tumbled from him had become a nightmare but you were almost certain that he had in essence, said what you had long hoped to hear in some shape or form.

“Was that... a confession?” you gradually eased.

He looked around dazedly. “I think so, yeah.”

A smile teased at the corner of your lips. “You named her after me because you love hedgehogs, and you love... me...?”

After a moment of coming to terms with the simpler version, he nodded.

If he had tried to backtrack out of fear, he wouldn’t have had the chance to, because as soon as the relief washed across your shoulders and the excitement burst in your heart, he found you in his arms. You fit together perfectly, as the weight of reality settled in to encompass you both.

Your hair was soft at his neck even after being blustered by the wind and the sound of your elated laughter lit his skin ablaze. He found himself smiling uncontrollably at what he finally had in the palms of his hands—the coalescence of his love and dreams and future all in one. Cradling you against his chest he finally felt that jigsaw finally come together, to reveal the final image. One of tender care and affection, and a longing now fulfilled.

~~~

AN: I got another one done! after all this stalling again, again, im sorry !!!!

i love hedgehogs. we had one near our house at the beginning of the quarantine and it was so cute. i fed it dry cat biscuits and it snuffled so loud and then ate all of it and im just happy knowing my life is not completely worthless bc i fed the good boi

pls do not question me on where they live. its a house, yes they all live together and yn lives with them. yup theyve got a garden. its not an overly big house. why? bc why not

Masterlist

#wayv #nct #xiaojun #xiaojun fluff #xiaojun x reader #xiaojun x reader fluff #xiaojun oneshot #xiaojun wayv #xiaojun imagines #wayv x reader #wayv fluff #wayv x reader fluff #wayv x reader angst #wayv angst #wayv imagines

28 notes · View notes

copias-thrall · 5 years

Text

Domming Mary Goore

This was supposed to be a short PWP. Oops.

*choking/breathplay; frottage; everything’s gross*

It’s one of those nights where Mary comes to you already in a snit over something. You two have developed something that’s not quite a booty call, not quite FWB. Usually he just shows up, banging into your apartment (“Fuck, don’t you lock your door? There’s all kinds of weirdos out there!” “I have a hammer.”) ready to fuck you into next year.

And sure he’s kinda . . . ripe . . . and dirty, but you’re not winning any prizes either with your hair you haven’t bothered to wash in a week, wearing a hoodie covered in pasta sauce stains. (“Are you depressed or some shit?” “I live alone, who’s gonna notice?” “I fucking noticed.” “I don’t perform for—” “Yeah, yeah . . . I don’t actually give a shit. I’m just here for the pussy.”) Most of the time you guys don’t even make it into your bedroom, and you usually never make it out of all your clothes. You drew the line at your kitchen counter after that time one of you hit the faucet on and you got a face full of water. He never stays after, always gone after you get out of your shower.

But sometimes you come home to find him camped out on your couch eating the last of your sour cream and onion chips watching The Golden Girls on your TV. He just grunts at you—like it’s totally normal he’s gotten into your (yes, locked) apartment and is watching 90′s syndication. You make yourself a dinner of rice and beans, offering some to him even though he just ate half a bag of your chips. You don’t stop yourself from dozing off on the couch after—you’re never concerned about being rude to him—and when you wake up, he’s always gone. Other times, he’ll just be on your couch when you shuffle into the living room in the morning—his stage paint gone—eating your cereal. You’d bitch at him, but he always does the dishes.

He’s always complaining about something—always off on a tangent about sheeple or how the work week is a capitalist construction or escalator etiquette or his slumlord—and you just let him fuck it out, loving the way he pounds fast and insistently into your body. You’re not really a “make love” kinda girl.

Tonight, though, he’s crashed into your place hard enough that one of your frames falls to the floor, glass shattering. Mary just walks through it, glass crunching and breaking further under his boots. You cry out in dismay—at the destruction of something you care about and at the fact that he’s going to track broken glass throughout your entire place.

He’s still yammering on about his “idiot bandmates”, paying no heed to your distress, and it enrages you. Goddamn Mary flouncing into your goddamn home like he owns the place and just . . . using you for your shit. Like the chips and the dinner and the cable are owed to him.

You raise yourself up onto your knees so you can face him over the back of your couch,

“Jesus fucking Christ on a cracker, Mary. Fucking stop.”

He turns to you, halfway through another pace across your living area, and tilts his head at you.

“Fucking what? What’s got your panties in a twist?”

You gesture emphatically at the floor.

“You broke my goddamned picture frame and now there’s glass everywhere.”

He shrugs. “I never pegged you as a materialist. And if you’re that worried about your prissy little feet, put some fucking shoes on.”

You see him gearing up to move again, so you straighten up and use your Teacher Voice.

“Don’t you fucking dare move another inch, you fucker. This is my home, I’m not your goddamned mother, and your dick isn’t that good [it is] that I’m going to just fucking let you trash my place because you think it’s antiestablishment, or whatever the hell your pretentious ass comes up with.”

Mary’s just staring at you wide-eyed, so you take a breath before he has a chance to continue being a dick.

“Now. Go to the kitchen. Get the broom and dustpan. And sweep up that shit. And if my prissy fucking feet step on a shard you didn’t get, I’m going to pull it out of my foot, save it, and make you eat it next time you come over looking to raid my kitchen. So make sure to clean the treads of your boots too, you little shit. Are. We. Clear?”

Mary mumbles something to the floor.

“I SAID ‘ARE WE CLEAR,’ MOTHERFUCKER?”

His eyes snap up to yours. “Yes . . . yes, ma’m.”

Hmm. That’s interesting.

You watch him, arms crossed, as he walks on tiptoe the 3 steps it takes to get to your tiny kitchen. You don’t move from your perch on the couch as he retrieves the items in question—first using the brush to dust off the soles of his boots—and begins the arduous and careful process of cleaning up all the detritus.

When he’s dumped what seems to be the last panful into your garbage, he shyly asks you if you have a mop.

“To, uh . . . to get anything small I might have missed.”

“What a clever boy you are, Mary. Thank you. It’s in the hall closet.”

It’s hard to tell if that’s a blush you see—the fake blood still cakes his face—as he scampers off to get your squeegee mop. He’s just as careful with the mop as he was sweeping up the shards, and you grunt in approval once he’s finished.

He stands there awkwardly in the kitchen corner where he’s inadvertently boxed himself in.

“Um. Should I . . . ?”

“You will stand there quietly until the floor dries. I’m going to finish watching House Hunters. Let me know when it’s done.”

You turn back around before he has a chance to do or say anything, and turn up the volume.

It’s been maybe 15min when you hear him clear his throat, and you turn lazily around.

“Is it dry?”

“Yes, ma’m.

You quirk an eyebrow at him.

“You’re sure, Mary?”

“Yes.”

“Great. Now go lie down on it.”

“Um . . . what—?”

“Did I fucking stutter, Goorey boy? Go lie down on the fucking floor. If it’s really as dry and glass-free as you say it is, it shouldn’t be an issue, especially for your disgusting ass. I know you’ve slept in a dive bar men’s room.”

Mary hurries to comply, and you wonder to where all his pissbaby bravado has fled.

Whatever. Your gain.

He lies down on the floor, back stiff as a board, as if he doesn’t live a good pie-chart slice of his life sleeping or fucking on them.

“Good boy,” you purr. “Stay.”

“Fucking all right n—” he starts, but you swing over the back of the couch and put your foot on his mouth.

“Shut the fuck up. No one cares.”

He’s looking up at you in shock, but makes no attempt to throw you off. You tentatively raise your foot from his mouth and let it hover just within his eyesight.

“Now. Does my prissy foot have any glass on it? Be honest.”

Mary tentatively raises his hands, watching you for signs of displeasure, before taking your foot between them to carefully search for shards. It tickles like a motherfucker, but you keep your face blank. When he shakes his head, you offer him your other foot. When that also comes up clean, you smile down at him.

“Don’t forget who’s in fucking charge here, and don’t disrespect my space again. Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear?”

He gulps, nodding at you.

“Great!” you chirp. “Now we can finally get around to what you came here for.”

You straddle yourself over him, his face cautiously optimistic, before lowering yourself down, just shy of his crotch. He goes to lean himself up on his elbows, but you growl at him,

“I’m sorry. Did you not hear what I just said?”

“Um . . .”

“Who’s in charge?”

“Y-you?”

“And did I say you could move?”

He shakes his head, and lies back down.

“You aren’t that quick on the uptake, but I do like a boy who can take direction. Do you think you deserve a reward, Mary?”

He’s giving you a look like this is a trap, which—well, it is—before he stutters out a No like it’s a question.

“Hmm,” you say as you run your hands up the outside of his greasy, ripped jeans. “I’ll admit your performance here tonight has been lacking, but I love a man who can admit his failings.”

Your hands reach his studded belt, after pointedly bypassing his prominent bulge, and you begin to unbuckle it. He’s looking down at you with hooded eyes that turn to confusion when you start to tug the belt through the loops (you don’t need to remove his belt to ride his cock!).

Finally, you yank the belt free, scrutinizing it for length—he’s pretty skinny, so you’re not certain if what you want to do is plausible—but you think it’s probably long enough.

“Sit up,” you command, and he does so with alacrity, eyes eagerly fixed on the belt in your hands. It’s no secret, to you at least, that Mary is into autoerotic asphyxiation—so he knows to tap your arm 3 times if it gets to be too much—though it’s the first time you’ll be using something on him other than your hand.

You loop the belt around his neck, feeding the one end through the buckle, and consider how much lead you have by tugging gently on the end in your hand. Mary’s eyes roll back even at this subtle constriction. You smile wickedly and jerk him toward you. He puts up no resistance.

He’s still wearing lipstick, and you smudge it across his plump bottom lip and onto his cheek before kissing him on the mouth. He tastes like skunked beer, which should be disgusting, but now just tastes like “Mary.” Your hand winds up into his hair, still greasy with product and stiff with the (hopefully) fake blood he uses.

You’ll wipe it off on the back of his shirt later.

Lead still curled in your hand, you grind down on Mary’s erection, and you hear him wheeze. So you do it again and are rewarded with a rumble in his chest. You make out with him like that for a bit, belt tight around his neck, tongue in his mouth, rubbing yourself on his cock through his jeans.

When you get tired of just grinding on Mary, you pull away and grab one of his hands to put the end of his belt in. He’s red and perspiring, but still attentive.

“You’re in charge of this for the time being. Don’t let it go slack, or you lose privileges.”

He makes a tight fist around the end you’ve given him, careful not to let it loosen. You curl over him, intent on shucking off his jeans without ripping them further—you doubt he’d care, but after that long speech you gave, you’re not going to play the hypocrite. You don’t actually think the two of you have ever gotten his pants all the way off before—he’s usually into fucking you through the slit in his jeans (“To remind me of you later.”—he’s honest to god got one pair with fading brown stains from when you let him fuck you on the rag), but when when you manage to push them down, they don’t seem to ever make it past his surprisingly ample thighs. This time you manage to pull them down inside out over his knees—enough to give you access to what you want, but not enough to give him a range of movement.

And his boots are in the way, anyhow.

You yank off your rank hoodie—really it should go straight into your laundry basket—and realize belatedly that you’re wearing one of his band tees: the one he inexplicably left in the cushions of your couch (did he just go home bare under his leather jacket??) that’s got a hole so big in one armpit the sleeve is merely decorative, whose one side had been ripped and stitched up like Frankenstein’s monster, and on which there are discolored spots you assume are from improper bleach care. You had washed it and meant to give it back to him . . . but then you ran out of clean shirts again, and you figured it wouldn’t matter if you took it for another round of use. And, ok—truth be told—after wearing it for awhile, you just decided it was asshole tax.

You can see in his eyes that he's considering whether or not to disobey you and break his silence to say . . . what? (you cannot read his expression)—but you cut him off before he ruins this. You don’t actually want to punish him.

“Finders keepers, Goorey boy. You shouldn’t be so careless with your stuff.” As usual, you’re free boobing it, and you cup a breast in each hand to waggle at him. “Besides, my tits look better in it than yours, Mr. AAA.”

You stand up so you can wriggle out of your pajama bottoms and red lace panties. You can see he’s surprised you’re not going commando—you usually are when you’re home—but you put them on earlier when you went for a beer run.

You’re a classy broad.

“This is how it’s going to go: I’m going to get myself off, and if you’re a good boy who stays still and quiet, I’ll let you cum. If you piss me off, you can blue ball it all the way back to whatever hole you crawl out off in the morning. Capisce?”

He nods at you, wide-eyed.

“Great!”

Whatever he’s expecting, it’s not for you to lower yourself onto one of his thighs, straddling it, labia spread open.

“Fuck, Mary. You’ve got such nice thighs. How can you be so skinny and still have such shapely motherfuckers?”

You begin to rock yourself on him. Once you feel you’ve got a good arousal buzz going, you lean back to swipe your hand through your cunt. You get it nice and messy so that when you wrap it around Mary’s weeping cock, he jolts and twitches with the exertion of following your orders. You extract the belt lead from his clenched hand and give it a little tug, watching as he bites his bottom lip to white at the strain of not crying out.

“That’s my good boy. You’re doing so well, Mary.”

It takes a little bit or coordination on your part, but soon you’re riding Mary's thigh while jacking his cock slowly and giving him short bursts of constriction while he’s tensing and flexing in time under you. You’re sure your hand is nice, but you know that the wet slick of your cunt is so close but so far from where he wants it to be. (If the hardness of his erection is anything to go by, however, being covered in your juices isn’t a turnoff.)

He keeps looking at you pathetically—you know what he wants, but you're not going to give it to him, even if he's begging you please with his eyes. Despite himself, he's making low, whining noises.

“Shhh, it’s ok, baby. Do you need me to help with keeping quiet? I know it’s hard. You can ask me for help. Do you need it?”

He nods his head, his eyes wet.

“Thank you for being honest.”

You grab your panties and shove them in his mouth.

“There now. If you keep being a good boy, I’ll give you what you need.”

He's staring at you plaintively, his knuckles white where they’re clenched in fists at his side. You stop stroking him as you get close (though you only tug tighter on the belt)—intent on reaching your own climax—and you hear an aborted whimper around the fabric in his mouth. You let it slide though—he does have to feel and watch you as you use him.

Finally you reach your peak—curling over and palms flat on his hips as you press hard down into the meat of his thigh, grunting unattractively—and when you come down you realize that he is still, but he’s trembling. His face is red from how tight you have the belt pulled around his neck, but he’s not in any distress (well, not the bad kind, anyway).

Hot and flushed, you yank his your shirt over your head, smiling wryly when you notice how sweaty and glistening you are. Mary has a thing for trying to fit your tits in his mouth, even though you’re a D cup on your skinny days. You shake them at him again, meanly teasing. After manhandling him out of his own t-shirt, you lean over him—not quite pressing your bodies together—and you run your hands up and down the planes of his body that’re within reach. You loosen the choke hold just a little, and coo to him that since he's been a good boy, you'll give him what he needs.

But instead of easing him into your cunt—which is what he’s clearly expecting—you splay your legs on top his groin, rubbing your slick folds over him, your lips parting to either side of his cock.

You said you’d let him cum.

You never specified how.

So you work him like that, rubbing yourself on his hard cock, your still sensitive clit lighting up whenever it hits his cockhead. True—it's not exactly what he was aiming for, but he'll take it, if the way he’s rocking his hips and has his eyes rolled back is any indication.

You lean over him, braced on your arms for leverage, and let your tits graze and bounce along his flat torso. You can see his arms twitching with the need to touch you, so you say, "You may touch if you want, but If you do anything more than that, I'll stop and then you won't get anything."

He nods eagerly as his hands fly to stroke your arms, then settle lightly on your hips, his range of motion much hindered by the length of belt you have pulled taut.

You're already so close again—the orgasm on his thigh was good, but not quite direct enough to fully sate you—but you don't feel any need to hold back even though he's still miles away. His grip on your hips tighten in frustration as you stutter to stop after you ride through an orgasm for the second time.

"What did I say?" you snap, and his eyes widen as his grip slackens.

You start up again, slower now that you've gotten off, and he starts to shake below you, little pathetic whimpers coming from behind the lace in his mouth. You have him just as you want him: needy; begging; desperate—and Lord help you, you're still so sensitive and you feel like you could definitely cum again soon. You speed up on his dick again, making sure the ridge of his cockhead hits your clit with every rock of your hips.

"Fuck," you say. "I think I'm going to cum again." And then you do, your body spasming at the intensity of it as you moan and accidentally drool on him.

His grip tightens for a fraction of a second before he stops himself, but his eyes look at you in naked disbelief that you're not going to make him cum yet.

I’ve been such a good boy, he gaze tells you.

You smirk at him and say, "You can cum anytime you want, princess. This is for you. I have my vibrator if I want multiple orgasms."

He’s flushed and red, whether from the teasing, the frustration, or the lack of oxygen—maybe all 3—but he doesn't say a word. He's too afraid that if he breathes wrong, you'll stop and he won't get to cum at all.

A 4th orgasm is actually eked out of you before he starts sweating in earnest—the rivulets making naked trails through his corpse paint—and jerking under you; and while you do feel a bit bad, he has to learn his place.

You know he's close when he starts tensing and convulsing in time to your rocking. He's lovely like this—panting heavily, the whites of his eyes showing, and making little mewling noises as he sucks for air through your panties. You’ve been saving this upcoming move for when he got really close, and you hope you’ve timed it right.

Slowly, you begin to wrap what little slack there’s left on the belt’s lead around your palm as you continue to thrust on his cock. Mary actually has to bow his back if he doesn’t want you outright choking him. You carefully wind it tighter until he’s practically upright, his head tipped back, the veins in his neck bulging as he swallows.

He trembles and jerks—and you’re about to let go—when suddenly his hands slam down hard onto the floor. Then you do release the belt from your hold, and Mary lets out two unrestrained screams around the fabric in his mouth as he finally orgasms, his cum shooting in quick bursts up his chest to the throb of his kicking cock.

Mary falls back heavily onto the floor, gasping and panting. You work him through it slowly until you're jostled off of him when he curls into himself and onto his side. Quickly, you remove the belt from around his neck and toss it aside, the studs making a swish noise as they slide across the wood. You maneuver yourself behind so you can wrap around him, stroking down his arms and whispering words of praise and comfort into his ear as he pants and shakes.

You run your fingers through his hair and it lulls him to sleep. For now you'll let him rest, but you know that soon you’ll have to clean him up and move him somewhere soft. Unkindly you think of the mess he’ll leave in your bed, but—yeah, ok . . . probably time to change your sheets anyway. When was the last time you did that?

Grabbing the comforter you’ve had since college off your bed, you make your way (about 5 steps) back into the living room. After divesting him of his boots and jeans, you toss the blanket over his sweat-cooled body, tucking it in around him. You pull on his your shirt and pyjama bottoms before heading into your kitchen. Your fridge reveals no surprise sports drinks or chocolate bars, but you do have some frozen oj and a Ziploc bag with old jelly beans and Hershey’s kisses from . . . last Easter?

Whatever, it’s fine.

By the time you have the fake oj ready and a few kisses unwrapped, Mary is beginning to stir. You tiptoe over to him and squat down to his level as he shakily sits up, rubbing at his eyes and smearing his makeup even worse.

“What the fuck,” he says.

“Hey, buddy,” you say as you rub his arm, “how’re you doing?”

He bats you away.

“Don’t baby me. I’m fine.”

Surly is good.

You get up so you can bring over the wonderful bounty you have prepared for him. His eyes follow you, wary, but relax when he sees what you have. He accepts the fake oj from you eagerly, and begins to gulp it down.

“Shit. Slowly, Mare.”

He stops, coughing a little. “Ugh, no shit. What is this crap?”

You flush a little, embarrassed. “Fuck off, it’s all I had,” you say as you look down at your hands. He glances over at you.

“Whatever, it’s fine. Thanks, I guess.”

The two of you sit in silence as he finishes his glass.

“You want more?”

Mary wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Nah. I mean, I’m good for now . . . but maybe in a minute?”

You nod and reach out the hand that’s been holding the chocolate. He takes one and immediately pops it into his mouth before accepting the remaining pieces. You lean against the back of the couch as he works his way through the kisses, taking his time to let each one melt in his mouth instead of chomping them down.

When he’s done, he holds out the glass to you again, and you’re quick to refill it. After he’s finished his second glass, he sprawls out and says,

“Thanks and all, but just so you know: oj and chocolate taste like ass together.” You frown at him and he smirks. “You know. For next time.” He winks.

“Next time,” you say slowly.

“Yeah. ‘Next time.’ That was hot. Can’t wait to do it again! But if all you’re gonna offer me is concentrated crap and moldy chocolate—”

“It’s not mold, it’s the wax coming to the surface!”

“—then I’m going to have to find a new girl to fuck.”

You make a sour lemon face at him.

“Whatever. Like your other women have it so much better. Unless you got a sugar momma I don’t know about—in which case, you’ve been holding out on me.”

Mary squints at you. “What other women?”

You roll your eyes at him. “You know,” you say as you twirl you hand, “the other women that you fuck when you’re not here.”

Mary is now looking at you like he can’t decide if this is a trick.

Slowly, as if he’s making sure he’s not messing this up, he says, “There are no other women that I fuck.”

You blink at him owlishly. He scoots a bit closer to put his hand on yours, rethinks it and pulls away, and then re-rethinks it and places it down anyway.

“I mean. I know we never said—or whatever—and like, it’s cool if you aren’t into the whole thing—I mean I could take it or leave it too, you know—but I kinda thought you were . . . my girlfriend.”

You stare at him, but he’s very pointedly looking only at where his hand rests atop yours.

“I . . . “ you start, “but you’re never here. I thought . . . ?”

Mary looks at you like you’re the dumbest cunt he’s ever known.

“I’m always here.” He stares at you dumbly staring at him. “How have you not noticed this?”

You stand up. “Wait—no,” you say. “You’re always only here at weird times. I never know when you’re just going to randomly show up on my couch, and you never spend the night.”

He gapes at you.

“Christ, are you serious? I work nights. Mickey lets us play his stage for free because I bus tables, wash dishes, and bartend. Plus you know I do gotta spend actual time at my own place so my bandmates don’t get their boxers in a knot—they already think you’re Yoko. But, yeah—other than that, I’m here: washing your dishes, doing your fucking laundry, and making sure your bills don’t get buried in that landslide-prone, unopened tower of mail you got going on in that corner. You’re kinda a fucking mess, you know that?”

“Oh.”

“ ‘Oh.’ ‘Oh,’ she says. Well, fine. GREAT.” Mary throws his hands up in the air. “Well, you know what? Thanks for the great fuck, thanks for the mediocre aftercare, but I’m outta here. Have a nice fucking life.”

He stands up too quickly and teeters. You make to grab at his arm to steady him, but he yanks it away from you and ends up falling on his ass.

“FUCK,” he says, putting his head in his arms.

You stare down at him for a moment before sinking down to join him on the floor. Tentatively you put an arm around him, and he doesn’t shake it off.

“I’m an asshole,” you say.

He turns his head in his arms to look sideways at you. “You’re an asshole.”

“I suck at feelings.”

Mary snorts. “No shit. Do better.”

You nod. “I’ll do better.”

The two of you sit like that—shoulder to shoulder, his head in his arms and you lightly massaging his flaky scalp—for what seems like a long while. Finally you decide to speak up.

“Is the Girlfriend Thing still on the table?”

He looks at you sharply. “Look, I don’t need any pity—”

“Do I seem like the type to pity whatever you?” you snap back.

“Fuck if I know anything anymore.”

“Well, I’m not. I’m just. Fucking dumb.”

He looks at you, full lips pressed into a hard line. He sighs.

“You’re not dumb. You’re just . . . just pay more attention, ok?”

“Ok.” You put your hand out toward him. “Girlfriends, then?”

Before thinking about it, Mary puts his hand in yours and says, “Girlfriends. Wait—no. Fuck.”

You start giggling at him and he pushes you away.

“Christ, you’re a pain in my ass. My mother’s probably laughing in her grave. Told me her revenge would be me finally meeting my match.”

You don’t really cuddle, and neither does he, but you crowd yourself into his space and drape the comforter around you both.

“Look. I know you gotta go out and work and all, but—as your girlfriend—I’m concerned with you going out after, uh. Everything.”

He bumps his forehead to yours—hard, it kinda hurts—and snorts out a laugh.

“They’re closed for inventory tonight. I, uh. I might have begged out of it so I could come by and fuck you all night.”

You cluck at him. “Fuck, Mary. Don’t go getting all mushy on me. If you fall in love that’s your own fucking fault.”

“Whatever.”

You stand up, reaching a hand out to pull him up.

“Well, if you’re going to spend the night, there’s no way I’m letting you in my bed with all that shit on your face. Wait—why is all the shit on your face? You didn’t have a gig.”

Mary accepts your proffered hand and almost tugs you back down with his momentum.

“I have a fucking reputation, you know. I had a hard day of canvassing record stores and in general being up to no good. You put on makeup and underwear just to grab beer from the corner bodega. So.”

“Fine, point made. You’re still disgusting and not getting anymore pussy until you wash that shit off.”

You lead him the two steps into your closet of a bathroom. He runs his fingers through your hair.

“It wouldn’t kill you to wash your hair either. Put it off any longer and you’re going to get those nasty-ass white-girl dreads.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you say as you fiddle with the shower dial. “Get in,” you direct before turning on the cold water on full force.

Next ➡️

#mary goore #ofc I guess #ficlet #gritty girls #gutter punk #I'll probably write more with them #feral cats fic

104 notes · View notes

thornboram-blog · 4 years

Text

🎸

🕸️ what is going on, because i do not know!! however, i am guessing it is time for the INTRODUCTION of the century, ladies, ladies and gentlemen. i’m laura, i’m in the GMT+1 timezone, i’m in the discord server but it’s always better to hit me up privately because i suck at keeping up with group chats honestly. anyway - you’re here for THORN. have fun!

+ oh yeah, i’ll be the (b)witch who won’t format her text to be small, so whenever you reblog me feel free to do your aesthetic things to my texties.

here’s a quick rundown on boram aka thorn of the hex girls.

━━ ☆ jinkies! i just saw THORN / SON BORAM, the LEE SIYEON lookalike of mystery inc. they’ve always struck me as a little SHORT-TEMPERED, but the others swear that they’re nothing but CARING. in the group, they’re often called the ORPHIC, but it’s great that they bring an air of SMUDGED RED LIPSTICK, THE TOUCH OF VELVET & RIPPED JEANS to the crew. given the recent drama, SHE’S out to prove to everyone that SHE HASN’T MURDERED ANYONE BY ACCIDENT. ( laura, 26, she/her, gmt+1 )

she’s the singer and guitar player of the hexes, incomplete without dusk and luna.

as for appearance, she’s about 170cm, has black hair with differently colored highlights (whatever color she’s feeling like mostly), a tattoo on her ankle.

positive characteristics: supportive, caring, quick-witted, honest, trust-worthy, loyal.

negative characteristics: reckless, spooky, suspicious.

she considers herself as an eco-goth aka she’s into saving the planet and sorting her trash.

can she do magic? kinda. if you really believe in it.

THE ORPHIC – someone who is beyond ordinary, they’re like from a fantasy book or something ; tend to be very mysterious.

background

born in oakhaven, son boram was the daughter to son joohyuk, learned pharmacist and lee minjoo, daughter of a long lost line of wiccan witches.

that’s why she often considers herself to be 1/16th wiccan witch.

since she was a child, she had been a bit odd and different from others, this being the reason why she was often more on the outsider line than anywhere else, separating herself from others.

as a teenager she started to find her musical talent, picking up on how to play the guitar and to train her singing.

however, this was also around the time rumors started to boil up about her – something something about her poisoning the new kid at school with medicine she had stolen from her fathers pharmacy. it was a believable rumor, ruining her reputation and only making her stand out even more in the bad sense.

now being seen as murderous witch, she just played into that more, even enjoying the fact that she seemed scary to others.

after high school, boram never went to college. being from a small village like oakhaven, it just came naturally to her to take over her fathers pharmacy, learning from him.

regarding the mystery inc crew, she’s highly motivated and always up for a good ghost hunt or criminal bust, as long as it involves danger and thrill.

and all while she seems a bit weird, she’s a really nice girl, she’s polite and dedicated to her work, so no worries about that!

aaaand i got a few plot ideas which you can either find on my plot page here or just check them out below ;) (i mean you can also just go through my navi and check out the bio or profile page if you need to! even if the profile one is a bit incomplete hjhjhj) and if you’d like to plot or brainstorm anything else feel free to contact me!

⚡️ nightly hangouts ; if your muse is a night owl like thorn, they might be known for hanging out together during the witching hours. activities can range from jamming out to drinking and partying, causing trouble or maybe reading to each other.

☄️ the curing ; since thorn has been learning from her dad, she has a basic knowledge of drugs and medicine in general. when your muse storms into the pharmacy at an ungodly hour with something like a high fever, thorn struggles with knowing what to do, still.

🌏 traveling around the world ; transylvania? dark tourist? just a backpack with a few shirts and worn out sneakers? it is time to explore and go everywhere and anywhere.

🍂 secret crush ; maybe something that had been going on for a while, filled with uncertainty, but with a step into the right direction things finally go further after just not knowing how the other person was feeling. maybe a cute confession of feelings during a private ball, surrounded by pumpkins and soft rock music.

🍄 cursed object ; behind a shed somewhere, both of you find a small, voodoo-looking doll. huh? why does this doll look slightly familiar and why is there a pin in its heart? (taken by JANGMI)

🔮 the search ; the forbidden little house of the lost witch in the woods surrounding oakhaven had always been in the back of the mind of boram since she was a child. you set out on a daytrip, trying to locate her. while you do not find her, you do find her house and can’t believe what you find inside.

#scooby:intro

5 notes · View notes

tuffin-tuffmuffin · 4 years

Photo

Day 26 of the Mairiruma Discord Shipfic Challenge Prompt: Having Nightmares Featuring the Bi Disaster herself ---- Her nightmare began the moment the ballroom doors opened. Every demon’s head turned, spotting Azazel Ameri stride into the room, dragging a third wheel on her arm. At least, that’s how Eiko felt.

She was nothing like the woman she stood next to. Her date was strong. Confident. Beauty was her natural state, just like how heat inhabits a flame. Not Eiko, though. All the makeup and fancy dresses couldn’t hide that she was just an ordinary girl pretending not to be.

Iruma, the second half of their trio, was nowhere to be seen. All she saw were the crowd’s eyes transforming into knives, piercing her illusion. You don’t belong here, they said.

A month ago, Eiko begged for the spotlight. Now, she begged for the darkness again. The tears started rising. Her heart beat itself into a frenzy. She needed to run.

And so she did.

It took her two hours to prepare her makeup for her big debut. Twenty seconds to ruin it. She ran to the nearest bathroom, thankfully empty, and tried and failed to calm her panic.

She heard the sound of the door opening.

In a moment, her date towered over her. She pressed the back of her palm to the smaller girl’s forehead, trying to determine the issue. In the soft lighting, she was beautiful and flawless. Not even her worried expression shook her confident aura, Eiko noticed.

When Ameri asked her what just happened, an ember of jealousy smoldered against her, followed swiftly by shame at herself. Ameri was so perfect she’d forgotten stage fright was even a thing, though she immediately tried to claim otherwise.

“I’m sorry,” Ameri said. “You seemed fine beforehand, and I didn’t notice the signs.” She looked away in guilt. “I’m... I’m just as new to this as you are. This is my first relationship, ever.”

Eiko asked, “Don’t you mean second?”

“No, first,” Ameri corrected. Her hand brushed the side of her face, before resting on her shoulder. “It began with you.”

“But the meetings after school?” Eiko said. “How you two knew each other better than anyone else? Are you saying I lucked out and asked to join a couple that didn’t exist yet?”

“That’s what I’m telling you.” She said. “You saw what we couldn’t, and I can’t ever thank you enough”

“Sure, but what about...” Eiko trailed off.

“But?” Ameri asked.

If that was true, the past month felt even more like a dream. She’d hallucinated more plausible events than what she assumed was her reality. How could it be that both of her secret crushes welcomed her into their arms, pretended nothing was unusual, and put up with everything wrong with her?

Ameri listened as Eiko laid bare her irrationalities, concluding, “And you’re worried you’ll wake up from your dream.”

“Yeah, but I just want to go back to dreaming, because right now is a nightmare. I can’t deal with everyone looking at me like that. Everyone can see it, I’m not worth either of you.”

Eiko’s mouth ran itself away. “I... I started this knowing I’d be a third wheel. Why shouldn’t I? You’re practically the queen of the school, and Iruma saving me was just the first amazing thing he did, and I’m just... a big rock. A big dumb rock orbiting two stars.”

“Eiko...”

“I’m just Iruma’s other, worse girlfriend,” she declared.

In the mirror’s reflection, she saw a look of genuine hurt cross the taller girl’s face for a moment, before she exhaled it away. Before Eiko could backtrack or apologize, she leaned over, planting a soft kiss on the top of her head. Tame in terms of romantic gestures, but Eiko’s cheeks started to burn.

Pressing Eiko’s side into her, she said definitely, “You’re not worse. Just different.” Her tone softened further, and she reminded, “You’re my girlfriend too.”

Her head went into a tizzy. Obviously they’ve had a relationship for a month, and the feelings that couldn’t possibly be platonic admiration for longer, but hearing someone else say it — hearing Ameri say it— cleared the final mental block of admitting it. Still, admitting a new part of herself was...

“...scary,” Eiko finished out loud. “Is this alright, Ameri? My parents still only think I’m with Iruma...”

Ameri leaned in further, giving her a smug but genuine smile. She was blushing too. “Are you wondering if it’s okay to love another girl after a month of dating her?” Eiko’s giggle was small, but there. Her phone buzzed in her purse, and she retrieved it.

“It’s from Iruma,” she said, and her jitters returned.

Ameri gingerly took it from her hands. She responded in her stead, letting him know where they were and that she’d be helping Eiko steady herself. He replied back immediately, promising to wait outside for when their little one recovered.

With that, she put her purse down and looked over her girlfriend in the mirror. She used the few cosmetics in her bag to fix what she could. All Eiko could do was steady her breathing and let her work, silently admiring her the whole while.

As she finished, Eiko looked at her reflection again. A bit of her dignity was recovered. Her eyeshadow was gone, replaced by simple eyeliner, but overall she looked decent. Hardly as radiant as the woman next to her, who made a few simple touch ups as Eiko started to babble.

“You fixed it. You really did, and I mean, it’s not as good as yours, but it’s... so nice. Thank you. But really, like, you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, myself included definitely, though. I think every minute I need to pinch myself to make sure I’m not dreaming. Haha”

Ameri couldn’t properly respond, as she was reapplying her lipstick. She still blushed though. As she finished and capped it, she motioned her over. “Eiko.”

“—Uh, yes?”

Ameri pressed her lips into hers. Eiko’s eyes went wide, and she almost jumped back, before closing her eyes and melting into it.

It was electric, and shivers danced down her spine as the kiss continued. Right before her mind went blank, she decided even if this was a dream, it’d be worth it.

Eiko was still unresponsive and humming oddly when Ameri finally pulled away. She waited for Eiko to recover, her warm smile the first thing she saw as her eyes opened. Ameri told her, “That was my first kiss too.”

“B-But why?”

“Because we’re dating, Eiko. All of us. It hurts so much when you call yourself the third wheel.” Then she leaned in again, solidly kissing her right cheek. When Eiko caught her face in the mirror, the cherry-red mark proved Ameri’s conviction.

“Just in case you’re wondering if it’s real, you can check that anytime,” her girlfriend told her.

In that moment, nervous energy finally transformed into action. She shot forward, pushing herself up on her tiptoes to reach Ameri’s cheek. The pink color she left behind didn’t stand out as much, but anyone who took a closer look couldn’t possibly miss it. Ameri pulled her into a quick hug, careful not to ruin the makeup she just fixed, and said, “Look at you. So confident and bold. How does it feel?”

They turned together, regarding themselves in the mirror. Ameri remained perfect and flawless, but she was no longer impossibly so. The shorter blonde demon next to her simply stood a little straighter and had a goofy grin, but she looked beautiful.

Eiko’s heart pounded. It wasn’t from fear this time. Simply proper excitement this time.

Ameri asked, “Ready, Eiko?”

Her answer was quite, but impossibly strong. “I am.”

Eiko startled awake, and for a terrifying moment, she thought it really was a dream. As she tried to stand up, she couldn’t move, before her brain processed reality again.

She couldn’t move, because she was caught between two bodies. One large and red, the other her size and blue. A sitcom played silently on the screen in front of her, as Iruma and Ameri sandwiched her protectively before they dozed off together. She remembered how they left early when Eiko’s nerves caught up to her again, and opted for a quiet celebration instead. She’d nearly cried at the proof they cared more for her than some silly party.

Her phone was between her legs. Eiko quickly opened it. Switching to selfie mode, she confirmed that the slightly-smudged lipstick mark remained. She shot them both a smile, before sleep once again took her. ---- note: I wanted to do something soft and sapphic, but also as close to canon as possible. This is the result. hope you enjoyed the read.

#ameri azazel #azazel ameri #eiko oni #my writing #welcome to demon school iruma kun #mairimashita iruma kun #f/f fanfic #f/f/m #ot3

13 notes · View notes

dearosamu · 4 years

Text

DESPERADO - APELPISIA

SYPNOSIS: she, a dancer with personified problems all the while more that intrigues osamu dazai who came into her life amidst the chaos that is [name] [last name].

WARNING/S: none

nine - ten

"so?"

with arms linked around dazai, [name] gives him a curious glance. "what?"

"how was it? were you pleased throughout this day?

the female nods. "yeah. it's safe to say i enjoyed it. you're surprisingly not you when you're not aroused."

dazai pouts at her comment, with the female snickering at his crestfallen expression. "i'm kidding. you're a gentleman. i just didn't expect this from you." she smiles as they continue to walk in the direction of her home. she still had to pick up yumeno from gin's place after all.

dazai contemplates asking her his question for a moment, unsure if he would get a positive response. he decides against his doubt. "then if possible," he pauses, warily gazing into her [e.c] irises.

"what is it?"

".. could we do this again?" he murmurs. hesitation crept onto her face, worry and doubt edging through within a mirror like image of herself.

"dazai, you understand that i -"

"don't do love, yes, i know. you've told me that like, twice now," he sighs as he attempts to hide his disappointment. he stopped walking by this point, making the female stop abruptly so. [name] gives him a moment to recollect himself, noticing how his hand seemed to tremble the slightest bit. he appeared nervous. which was unlike of the man, seeing how she was used to his calm, almost smug and carefree persona.

"at first i thought i didn't even know id be able to feel that again," he continues. the female blinks at him, frowning slightly.

"but i guess i was wrong."

"you're telling me you have feelings for me?"

"how else am i going to describe it?"

she bites her lip upon the upcoming question waiting to be spewed from her mouth. she was afraid of what his answer was going to be.

"do you see yourself with me for the long run?"

"yes." dazai gives an answer almost immediately. he didn't hesitate. as if he was expecting her to ask him that. it caught [name] off guard, removing her hold on his arm as her face flushes to the slightest shade of red.

for once, the [h.c] haired female was rendered speechless. dazai took her silence as a bad sign and continued to spew words that came onto his mind.

"i mean, i enjoy being with you. i like spoiling you. i feel like i've bonded with yumeno too. and if you'd let me," he clears his throat, preparing himself if he were to be rejected.

"i want to become some kind of father figure for him." [name] stares at him with astonishment. his eyes showed utmost sincerity. she might even say he was way more flustered than her at this point.

"you'd do that for us?" he nods, linking his arms with her once again and saunters forward. unbeknownst to him, a small gentle smile curled up on her lips.

"in that case, i'd love to go on another date with you."

dazai doesn't spare her a glance - he didn't want her to see the blossoming flush on his face. he didn't know why, but he felt his chest enter a frenzy state of ecstasy.

how dazai wished he could capture this moment. face flushed and lips agape in shock. she looked adorable all flustered.

"w-what was that for?"

"a goodnight kiss. on the forehead," he grins. he'd have to thank oda for suggesting such a romantic gesture to end the night. it really was unlike him, but he was willing to do small changes. all for her.

"how charming." she moves to unlock the door.

"well, thank you aga-" she was quickly cut off as a small push of force nearly knocked her off her feet, dazai placing a hand on the small of her back to help maintain her balance.

"woah! im sorry!!" exclaimed yumeno. he seemed to have ran from somewhere all the to the front door, gin followed closely behind, giving an apologetic gaze towards the female.

"sorry [name], he got all excited when you called to pick him up."

"it's alright. thanks again so much for sparing time to care of this lil' brat," she ruffles the messy two-toned locks of yumeno.

"don't mention it. i don't do much other than tend to my brother's home. he's always at work. he basically married to it already." she hands [name] yumeno's doll.

"almost forgot this."

[name] gives a small smile. "i'll give you your payment once i get this one home first, okay?"

"by all means, take your time. i'm not going anywhere. i'm always here if you need someone to watch over him." gin waves a small goodbye as [name], along with yumeno are escorted back into their home by dazai.

[name] lets yumeno go in first, leaning against the door frame to bid dazai a farewell.

"this is me," she pauses, leaning up to plant a small kiss near the corner of his lips. she pulls away, smiling at his flabbergasted expression. he looked much cuter this way.

"good night, dazai."

the brunette saunters away from the steps of [name]'s home, passing by gin's place, waving to the woman. "i take it that things went well?" she points to the corner of her lips, noticing the little stain of lipstick smudged on his own. dazai makes no move of removing the little smudge of red on his face, grinning at the younger akutagawa sibling.

"you could say that. still need payment for being nanny for a day?"

she waves his comment offhandedly. "i suggest leaving [name] to take care of it. believe me, she'll probably fight you over this."

"well, you're not entirely wrong."

"she prides herself being a single independent mom. she's just that kind of person. she's really great."

dazai nods, agreeing with her words.

[name] was simply one of a kind.

"so are you guys official yet or what?" akutagawa asks, voice slightly muffled as he had his phone in between his shoulder, hands busy with stirring a bowl filled with cookie dough.

"nope. but she agreed to go on another date. still a win for me," dazai echoes. he believed he made good progress. she was all chipper and relaxed.

"i think i'm making good changes - progress? i hope." akutagawa hums in approval. "gin told me about it yesterday when you both stopped by to get yumeno. i happen to think you did well since twelve years-"

"hey, you shush with that!" dazai silences akutagawa before he could drawl on about his previous dating experience. "i'm fine with taking the compliment instead, thank you very much." he continues, sarcasm dripping in his words.

he hears the younger male snicker over the other line. "yeah, okay. whatever you say."

"anyway, are you gonna stop by?"

"well, duh. i'm baking something right now though. shouldn't take more than a couple of minutes."

"great," dazai replies. "make sure to save some chocolate chip for me though. i'll be getting home a little late."

"alright, see you then."

"what is it?" dazai communicates through his telecom.

"sir, there appears to be a woman looking for you. a woman named [name] [last name]." dazai nearly sprints out of his office as soon as he heard his secretary utter her name. he made quick, long strives to the elevator to get to the ground floor.

he sees that she was standing idly near the reception desk, anxiety and distress were apparent on her features. they quickly dissipated once her eyes met with dazai. "d-dazai!" she moves closer to him, all jittery laced with alarm.

"[name], what's the matter?" he inquires with care, worry evident on his face as he runs a hand up and down her arm to calm her down.

"can we please talk about it somewhere private?" her voice was small as she requested the brunette for a much more less crowded place. dazai didn't say another word, opting to take her with him to his office instead.

the pair were silent, advancing through the halls until they've reached his office. once they've reached it, dazai closes the door and sits down on one of his office couches, gesturing to [name] to sit beside him. she walked over in the spur of the moment, crawling over to his lap, head buried in his chest as she takes a deep breath. she seemed so distraught, dazai noted. he'd have to let her relax a bit more before he could ask questions.

he had wrapped his arms around her, comforting her in a sense of saying she'd be safe in his arms. no one could harm her. they stayed in that position for a few minutes before she decided to speak up.

"i.. i didn't think i'd see him again." "who?"

"yumeno's father .." she replies somber in a whisper. her lips trembled as she continued. "i-i thought that he'd m-move somewhere else! b-but .. i saw him. i saw him with his- his wife .." she takes another deep inhale of air to calm her nerves.

"but why are you so shaken at this? could you please explain?" dazai asks, running a hand through [h.c] locks, tugging away at tangled hair. he hoped it would somehow calm and distract her enough to explain.

"it was a while ago. i had gotten in a relationship with this guy. i fought for him, you know?" a few tears escaped her eyes. "but i was too stupid. too dumb. i'd fallen for him more than he had for me." she wipes off her fallen tears with aggression, furious at the fact she still spared tears for the man.

dazai remained silent, only tightening his hold on her at her fragile state.

"i didn't mean for any of it to go that far. we were .. so careful. i was so young back then, i didn't realize. then i had yumeno. i thought he'd be happy for me. the only thing was," she pauses, choking back a sob waiting to spill out. "i didn't know he had a wife. i only found out a few months after i had yumeno. he had lied about everything. to both me and her. he's abandoned me. he wanted to take yumeno from me and i .."

[name] stopped, her form shaking with eyes shut tight. she couldn't bare going on. dazai takes her head and places it against his shoulder, placing one hand on her back to rub comforting circles around it. her muffled cries and tears stained his blazer, but he couldn't care much about it in this moment.

"you're scared they might try taking yumeno from you again?"

he feels her shake her head. "i was positive i was done with them. i thought they'd just move on and forget about it. or maybe i'm just being paranoid .." she mutters.

"i just wishes yumeno had a better family for a happier life."

"hey," dazai cups her cheek, tilting her head up to meet his eyes. "don't say that. i assure you, yumeno is far better off with you than those two. " he reassured.

"he's more than lucky to have you." his soft tone and look of fondness had the woman in his arms shaken to her core. her tears had dried up, chest swarming with an emotion she'd describe as yearning.

"listen, i get if you don't want to, but i still stand by what i said," dazai spoke carefully. "you could always come live with me. you won't have to work at that club anymore."

"dazai, i .."

"you don't have to if you don't want to," he places one hand on her left shoulder. "i'm always here for you."

she stares right back at him with an emotion he couldn't perceive. he sighs, mulling over his words. "before you say that you're 'just going to be a burden', believe me, you're not. and you won't ever be."

"i want you to understand that i'm in love with you." he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. dazai squirmed a bit in his seat, uncomfortable with the fact that he didn't know what she was thinking.

"y-you're in love with me?" before dazai could respond, she spewed out words that came to her mind, too overwhelmed.

"why? why me? i've been so rude to you and disrespectful. i -" dazai makes the move of cupping her jaw, successfully silencing her worrisome train of thought.

"you make me feel all kinds of things. my heart aches for you. it's been a while, you know? pining over you," he chuckles.

"i feel them everyday. i sure as hell don't want it to stop."

the female makes the move of placing a chaste kiss on his lips, moving them ever so softly. they molded splendidly against his. it wasn't a way to silence the talkative brunette, nor was it intense or too rough. it was loving. filled with ardor and raw emotion.

he felt her warmth all over.

he wanted more of it.

#desperado #dazai osamu #dazai x reader #bsd dazai #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs #akutagawa ryuunosuke #reader insert

9 notes · View notes

ice-cream-nekogirl · 5 years

Text

Sparkling People and The Cinderella Moment(Aoyama Yuga x Reader)

Summary: After some cruel rejection from a group of mean guys at the UA dance, you’re surprised to be saved by an unlikely sparkly hero.

Aoyama needs more love! He’s so underrated it’s criminal! And I personally think he’s adorable and oddly sweet. Plus this is inspired by my own experience at prom, nobody teased me, but I wished that someone like Aoyama had asked me to dance since I did my hair, face and make-up but… never got a dance, but oh well, I got inspiration and this is for my sparkly boy!

AND I SAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO AOYAMA TODAY!! MAY 30th! Happy Birthday to our Aoyama!

BTW SORRY FOR ANY OOC-NESS!!

There’s some angst in here though, especially self-image issues, inspired by my own self-image issues and I honestly kinda cried a little bit writing this.

Featuring: Our Sparkly Boi!!

I wasn't even goin' out tonight But, boy, I need to get you off of my mind I know exactly what I have to do I don't wanna be alone tonight, alone tonight, alone tonight

Look what you made me do, I'm with somebody new Ooh, baby, baby, I'm dancing with a stranger Look what you made me do, I'm with somebody new Ooh, baby, baby, I'm dancing with a stranger

-Dancing With a Stranger by Sam Smith ft. Normani

Dances are another form of torture for people.

At least that’s what you always thought. Since dances put pressure on all students in a school and it was a pure double-edged sword. If you don’t go to a dance, you’re a loser who has no friends and supposedly doesn’t want to socialize, but if you do go then you’re just like everyone else and all you’ll do is blend in and not stand out at all.

And the more you thought about it, the more you started to ask yourself.

What the hell am I even doing here?

Hearing that UA was even having a dance was still surprising to you, and you initially didn’t think about going, but since you were in Class 1-A, it was more or less expected of you to go even if they weren’t your thing. The girls were so excited, even though you didn’t understand why.

But…

They were pretty. All of them, even froggy-looking Tsuyu, pink, alien-esque Mina and the invisible Hagakure. Unlike you, your female classmates were beautiful and you kind of hated them for it, but you never said it. You felt bad that you resented them for that, but you couldn’t help it.

So many guys were asking them to dance, all but you as you just watched them all get asked with bitterness in your (E/C) eyes. You did so much to yourself, even brushed your hair and got (reluctantly) got Mina to style it for you, and you chose a rather beautiful dress from the store. At least, you thought it was really beautiful because it was just your style, it was your favorite color (F/C) and rather comfortable as it defined some of your assets such as your (B/T) waist and bust. Hell, you even wore fucking make-up, eye-liner, lipstick to make yourself look a little bit prettier for tonight. All the work you did on your appearance and this is what you got, but you should have known better than to expect anyone to notice.

At least you could sit around and watch everyone else dance. You told yourself that in a poor attempt to comfort yourself as you sat at a table, like a few others who were either bored, uninterested or too anxious to dance. And you were oblivious to the fact that you had some guys actually looking at you, including one of your classmates.

But you were extremely surprised when a boy did approach you, he was a shy-looking fellow and you were confused because you were all alone at the table. What made him approach you?

“Say, uh… what are you doing by yourself? Not feeling up for dancing?” He asked you politely, and you blinked in confusion. You were pretty sure it was obvious why you weren’t dancing, but for some reason a semblance of hope was making you look at this person curiously.

“I’m… not much a dancer…” You admitted with a small smile and shook your head, and you tried not to smile more when this cute person grinned shyly and chuckled, “Ah me neither, but you know… you’re really pretty…” He said to you with a sweet-looking smile, making you blush and widen your eyes slightly.

Did a boy really call you pretty? This couldn’t have been real. You felt like it couldn’t have been real when one of the guy’s friends came over to him, “Hey, so you did find a girl to dance with huh?” He asked cheekily, looking at you and smirking, “Oh… a pretty one… dude…” The guy playfully punched him in the shoulder, seeming impressed and amused at his friend.

You let yourself feel flattered for a minute, did this guy also think you were pretty? “Don’t fight over her you two! Or else I’ll take her from you both!” A third guy showed up and winked at you as you blushed even more and couldn’t conceal your grin.

Unbelievable, you were actually being complimented by boys and for once you felt happy, and confident that you had garnered some attention from the opposite sex. You were so happy that you almost didn’t see their own grins as they stared at you.

“T-Thank you… all of you… I-I can… try to dance though… if you want, I really don’t mind…” You nervously said with a bashful grin, looking at them with joy in your eyes. However, you focused on their expressions as you saw one of them starting to snicker and the second boy seemed to be barely holding in his chuckles. And then you noticed some other girls, who weren’t your classmates, starting to snicker in your direction, which confused and disheartened you a little bit.

“Oh… no thank you… we’re good… we don’t really dance…” The first boy who approached you said, which fueled your confusion. At least until his second friend jumped right in, “We dance… but… mostly with cute girls like your classmates. Frumpy girls aren’t our type…” Your smile slowly started to fade, didn’t they call you pretty? You heard them, but then their laughter combined with the laughs of the other girls made your heartbeat speed up once you had figured it out.

They were just playing with you.

Yet, it still hurt you as disappointment started swelling in your chest and it suddenly became hard to swallow as it crept up your throat and your eyes became misty with furious, humiliated tears that you refused to let show. All you could do was breathe heavily through your nose, seething quietly and not saying a word.

They continued to snicker and laugh with each other, many of them grinning at you and one boy even pointed at you. “She’s so pretty isn’t she?” The one who approached you smiled at you, but it was out of pure amusement. He wasn’t shy at all, he did that to embarrass you.

“Too pretty to dance with…”

“The Cutie Hero.”

The boys and the girls all laughed at the jokes they made, not meaning a word they said when they called you ‘pretty’ because they were all laughing at you. “Ha! Yeah right… Yaoyorozu maybe, but not this one… you gotta be thin and sexy for that. And you need to have the face to be a cute hero.” The third and nastiest boy said, and you clenched your fists tightly as your face started to turn red in embarrassment and anger.

“Look how red she’s turning...!” A girl laughed as you inhaled and exhaled deeply, trying to avoid using your quirk on these assholes. But there was only one thing that kept you from smacking them silly, and it was a bitter truth that you had known for a while only to have it thrown in your face tonight.

You were the ugliest person in the whole school.

Nobody would ever find you desirable or ever want to be seen with you because you lacked the good looks that your female classmates had. And you knew it because they were all dancing with guys that had asked them to dance and looked happy to, while you were left behind and had these assholes bother you and remind you of how ugly you were.

This was a big mistake, and you couldn’t stand seeing everyone else dancing without a care in the world while you just sat on the sidelines, willing your glossy eyes to not let any tears fall. Rejection hurt you worse than any attack from villains. This pain lingered and just tore what little else you had left of your self-esteem, self-image and overall look at yourself.

So you turned away sharply from the snickering, grinning boys and girls, and you kept your head down and immediately headed for the exit. And you ignored some of the glances you were getting from your classmates, but before you could get out as quickly and discreetly as you could, you grunted a little bit once you bumped into someone.

Gasping, you widened your tearful eyes and you were beyond surprised to see Aoyama of all people, and yet he was smiling at you even though you bumped into him. But the truth was that he deliberately got in front of you to keep you from leaving. He had been sitting at a table alone like you had been, and he had noticed how you dressed up tonight and showed off the beauty he saw in you, which is why it broke his heart when he saw what those boys had done to you. It made him sad, and it made him mad that they toyed with you like that, and after that he decided that he wasn’t going to let you run off in tears and feel miserable over those jerks.

“S-Sorry Aoyama…! I-I didn’t see you… I-I’m so sorry…” You mumbled nervously, averting your eyes and hating the moisture that had snuck out and you had to wipe it away quickly to avoid crying in front of a classmate. And to avoid smudging your make-up, even though you just wanted to wipe it all away and never use it again after tonight…

“Do not apologize. Although… I am surprised you did not see me, because I am wearing my best suit for tonight, and it sparkles beautifully non~?” He didn’t seem mad or annoyed with you at all, and instead kind of bragged about his admittedly shiny and well-tailored suit. It was so glittery, and yet it was really nice you had to admit that to yourself.

He was always an odd one to you, but not a bad person at all. Aoyama seemed pretty decent, a bit proud and vain, but nothing compared to Bakugou. Aoyama was nice, and fairly pleasant in many of your interactions and brief conversations with him. Which is why you felt bad now that you didn’t notice him…

“Y-Yeah… you look really good… w-wow that is… a glittery tux… I like it though…” Despite how sad you were, you smiled at him and complimented him, unaware of how bad he felt for you. He knew a fake smile when he saw it and understood hidden sadness and masked insecurities all too well.

He chuckled a little bit, “Merci mon ami… but what about yourself? Your dress is lovely, and your hair too.” Aoyama made sure to compliment you, especially after what those jerks said to you. But he could tell it didn’t seem to do much for you as you kept your fake smile on. While you knew Aoyama wasn’t a liar at all, you couldn’t be so sure if it was pity or honesty he was giving you. “Thanks… I’m not really too sure about that… the other girls are much prettier… I just… didn’t want to look too much like a troll tonight since this is a dance...” Now he frowned, and you were surprised since Aoyama didn’t frown often.

But he smiled shortly afterwards, shaking his head, “Troll? No, no, no… do not compare yourself to such a thing. It is true… our other female classmates and male classmates are appealing in their own ways. But… don’t let their sparkle outshine your own~. Because you have a sparkle that shines every day, I can see it, like I see it tonight.” Aoyama said to you sincerely, but before you could even react, the princey-looking boy then offered his hand out to you, “Two sparkling people such as us should dance together, don’t you think?” He asked you politely as you widened your eyes slightly…

Was he asking you to dance? Oh God…

You didn’t think he was faking it though like the other boys, Aoyama wasn’t like that, but it didn’t make you any less nervous because you were worried that you would screw it up with your godawful dancing skills. And you were also kind of worried about what the other boys nd girls would think, and what they might say if they saw you dancing with someone else. What if they decided to torment Aoyama too? You couldn’t live with yourself knowing that they would make fun of one of your friends because of you.

But you didn’t want to rudely turn Aoyama’s kind offer down, so you reacted without thinking and shakily brought your hand out, which he gently took and placed his other hand over your shoulder.

“B-But I… I can’t dance…” You stammered and trembled ever so slightly, extremely nervous now that your hand was over his. This was perhaps the first time you’ve ever touched someone else and it sent little tremors throughout your body from the unfamiliar but not unpleasant touch.

Aoyama’s smile turned softer though, “Don’t worry, just follow my feet, and don’t worry about how you move. Dancing is dancing, your rhythm is your own. Let your body move the way it wants~.” He said to you in a tone that sounded so dulcet and sweet in your mind, because no one has ever spoken to you like that before.

As he started to dance with you, you looked down at his feet to follow his lead and nervously at him, feeling your cheeks darken and heat up with nervousness and bashfulness. His hand felt a little cold, but warmer now that he was touching yours, which sent rapid beats to your heart as you trembled slightly even as you managed to follow his lead and didn’t even realize that you were dancing.

He smiled with a little chuckle, but it wasn’t at your expense. He was happy that you had gotten the hang of it as you found yourself smiling. Aoyama wasn’t making fun of you or faking his smiles, not tonight at least. Sometimes you knew he was faking his smiles to conceal something heavier on his mind, it was something you had been familiar with, so you knew when someone was hiding sadness by smiling.

With every step, you followed him, and the music allowed you find the rhythm. It was a little bit clumsy on your part, but Aoyama didn’t seem to mind, because it was your rhythm and he thought it was endearing and just you.

“There! You’ve got it now~.” He sang-songed as he gave you a little twirl, making you giggle and grin a little bit when you were pulled back in. Somehow, you didn’t even need his hand to lure you back into him, and it felt so strange, but you couldn’t deny that you felt happy, almost secure and not alone in this moment with Aoyama.

It was true, he was still something of a stranger to you since unfortunately, you two didn’t know each other that well, but you were still on good terms. Maybe you were both somewhat strangers to each other, yet here you both were, dancing with each other without a care in the world to the catchy music. Neither of you saw your other classmates pausing to see you dancing with Aoyama. It was quite a spectacle to them, since you weren’t known for your bright smile nor was Aoyama known for being so openly sweet and on the spot. After all, his classmates didn’t notice him often, but they were seeing him now, dancing with you and looking the happiest he had been in weeks, along with you. They had never seen you like that.

“Look…! Ahhhhhh!” Mina practically squealed while the rest of the girls had to smile and grin warmly when they saw just how… happy and bright you looked. “That’s SO romantic!” The pink girl swooned with her hands clasped together, kind of proud that the blondie she defeated in the Sports Festival had found somebody to dance with and get close to.

“(L/N)… she looks so happy. So does Aoyama…” Among the boys, Midoriya appeared the happiest when he saw his good friend dancing with his other friend. He knew you fairly well, and you didn’t seem like the most cheerful person in the world, so he was a little ecstatic to see you smile like that. And Aoyama, whom he also knew pretty well, he knew that he was good at hiding his feelings and started learning when his smiles were either real or fake. The one he had the entire time he danced with you was all too real.

And it was beautiful.

For once, you were happy, but this felt like it was real, and not fake like earlier. No, you were actually happy where you were. Dancing with a classmate you didn’t know as well as you were hoping now, but it was so wonderful.

You couldn’t help but give a small laugh of glee when you were spun around and underneath the bright lights. The two of you outstretched your arms before coming back into each other with bright smiles and flushed cheeks as you both shared little giggles. So, this is what it felt like to sparkle…

However, when the two of you started to slowly dance, Aoyama leaned in closely to whisper to you, “Those boys and girls who said those things are dull imbeciles. Ignorant to what real beauty is and unimportant. Don’t listen to them, people like that do not deserve to be listened to. Anyone who does what they have done do not deserve to be listened to.” Despite his somewhat offended tone, his voice was laced with gentleness as you widened your eyes ever slightly. Dancing with Aoyama made you forget all about those guys, and the sadness crept into your heart again, which your partner noticed as he placed a hand on your shoulder.

“You look beautiful. Not just tonight, every other day.” He smiled at you again, and the sadness slowly started to escape when Aoyama’s sincerity scared it away and was replaced with hope as you looked surprised and extremely touched with every meaningful word coming from this… beautiful boy. These weren’t sweet nothings; these were words from the heart.

Happiness mended your heart that had been broken tonight, and it was thanks to Aoyama. Even though, the insecure part of you was still doubting, “Aoyama I… thanks but… are you sure about that…? I mean… I’m not really fair… or skinny… or rich… or as successful as others are…” You listed many of your flaws, and insecurity started sneaking up on you again, until Aoyama shook his head with a chuckle, “I am sure… because you are not the ‘others’. You are you. And you are perfect as you are. Make-up, no make-up, rich or poor, dress, no dress… you are still (Y/N). Sparkling and beautiful (Y/N)~.” You swore you saw him blushing a little bit and even kinda of shyly looking away when he started talking about how beautiful you were.

Your eyes were wide and your cheeks became rosy pink, you knew there was no way he was lying. And then you felt your heart starting to beat as you gulped quietly. Somehow the disappointment you felt in your heart completely disappeared, and was replaced with an overwhelming sense of euphoria, anxiety and excitement? Whatever these feelings were, it was because of Aoyama…

Before you could even speak, you stared him deep in the eyes and reacted out of pure impulse as you suddenly lurched forward to his lips… only for you to completely miss and bump your nose right into his cheek…

“Oooooh…” Mina cringed along with Midoriya and Uraraka when they watched your epic fail of a kiss…

“OH!!” You both pulled away and threw your hands to your nose in pain, “Ohh God…” You groaned deeply and you could hear Aoyama’s own pained little moan, “Oh my GOD I am SO sorry… I-I don’t… I don’t…” However, your entire face started turning red from embarrassment which got worse when Aoyama chuckled rather nervously.

“N-Non, non! I-It’s okay… I uh… didn’t expect that but… in the same token… I’m actually, extremely flattered that you were going to kiss me~.” Despite the pain in his cheek, Aoyama still sounded flirtatious as he winked at you, and your blush only darkened. Yet, you didn’t feel so embarrassed knowing that he was flattered.

“Hee-hee… golly… I like, totally ruined the Cinderella moment…” You shyly giggled that off, almost unaware of the snickers coming from the same assholes who had made fun of you earlier. But they shut up when Aoyama gave them a look, and then turned to smile at you. “No… not ruined…” He said gently, and this time he leaned forward and slowly to give you a soft but sweet kiss on your lips as you felt yourself getting flushed with joy and butterflies fluttered in your stomach at the feeling of someone else’s lips upon yours for the first time. But it felt so right that you didn’t flinch or turn away as you held his face as you kissed him back.

Those boys couldn’t say a word anymore, and you could hear Mina and the girls squealing happily for you as you felt truly at bliss in the arms of your Aoyama. Who was once a stranger to you, was now your new Prince in Sparkling Armor and you didn’t feel so alone anymore.

#bnha #bnha x reader #boku no hero academia #boku no hero academia x reader #my hero academia #mha #mha x reader #my hero academia x reader #bnha aoyama #mha aoyama #boku no hero academia aoyama #my hero academia aoyama #aoyama yuuga #aoyama needs more love #yuga aoyama #aoyama x reader #aoyama yuuga x reader #aoyama yuga x reader #yuga x reader

69 notes · View notes

gamb0fficial · 7 years

Text

Beauty Buddies

With their returned internship under Uwabami, Momo and Itsuka attempt to make the best of the rather… strange lessons that they learn. Currently, they have to get ready for more advertising. So, preparing in the best way that she can, Momo decides to invite Itsuka over to the 1-A dorm so that they can do some product research. Feelings ensue.

(My bnhafemslashexchange gift for @raginghomosexuelle!!! I hope you like it!)

(read on ao3)

Kendou’s hand is shaky. That’s the first thing that Momo notices. Oh, and the fact that one of her hands is cupping Momo’s face gently, the other fiddling with an eyeliner pencil.

“Sorry, I haven’t done this sort of thing much.” Kendou states. “But, uh, I’m pretty certain you have to close your eye.”

“Ah, right.” She closes her eyes, hands gently gripping the front of her sweater.

Being in her room, alone with another girl wasn’t too bad. Especially when they were doing research for their internship. But goodness , there was a lot to research. Eyes closed to her room, she still knows that what little space isn’t taken up by book shelves and her large bed is instead occupied by nail polish, eye shadow, concealer, and all sorts of things that she normally doesn’t use.

Momo still remembers the shock that she had felt when their internship had first started. She had expected a bit more insight into the saving and combat that came with heroics, not the advertising . But, even then, she tried to keep a positive note of this side of heroics, convincing herself that it was simply another thing she had to learn to become a great hero. That made it easier.

And, of course, so did the presence of the girl currently holding her face and applying soft strokes of eyeliner to her lids.

Itsuka Kendou. Though Momo had not known her well before their original internship, she did know that she was hard working, friendly, intelligent, and a good ally to have. Their internship with Uwabami and the eventual incident at the school trip showed her that.

And now that they were back with the glamorous pro hero as interns, Momo in the very least decided that she wouldn’t let this opportunity go to waste. And of course, since Kendou also chose to be under Uwabami’s supervision (surprising Momo, among a number of others), Momo decided to invite her over to help research the products that they were now being sponsored by.

(There had been many jeers from Neito about Kendou “betraying class 1-B to help someone from 1-A,” but after a quick chop to the head, courtesy of Kendou, there wasn’t much protest afterwards.)

“Alright! Done!” Momo opens her eyes to see Kendou pulling away, a bright sunshine-y smile lighting up her face. “Not to pat myself on the back, but I think that’s pretty good!” She hands Momo a mirror, and she takes a look.

“...Oh!” Momo looks at herself from several angles. She never bothered to do makeup, so this was… surprising! She likes how it looks. “This is very nice!”

“Heh, thanks.” Kendou says, a look of satisfaction playing on her features.

“But,” Momo continues, taking a look at the box that the pencil came in, “We do need to research smudging, how waterproof it is, how long it’ll last. If we want to properly decide on each of these products and which to advertise for, we need to know more about them…” She trails off, murmuring about how effectively the two of them could research in the span of time that they’ll have before lights out. Remembering that she has someone else with her, though, she looks up to see Kendou opening a lipstick tube.

“Well, how about we just try one thing at a time and figure it out as we go?”

“O-of course!” Momo is taken aback by Kendou’s direct approach, but maybe this’ll work! She forms a notepad and a pencil, places it on a table, and they get to work.

“Here, you help me with this one. I’m not too good doing these things by myself.” Kendou says, handing Momo the third tube of lipstick in the last hour.

(They had made their way through eyeliner and eyeshadow, most concealers, and were now taking a look at the lipsticks. Momo found it interesting how pretty and vibrant they could look, but also found herself researching the materials they were made out of: the ones that could make skin more dry, the ones that had a weird feeling, and the ones that simply looked bad. She also found herself taking notice of how pretty Kendou looked in each color, no matter what they were, how she honestly looked pretty in any way.)

Momo studies the container with interest. Jade Dragon , a vibrant green with deep blue undertones. The ingredients are rather generic, and nothing seems out of the ordinary.

Well, nothing besides the slight increase in Momo’s heart rate as she turns towards the expectant girl.

After their shared experiences as interns (and this particular venture in research), Momo could say that she knows Kendou better. Of course, she doesn’t know her well enough. She sometimes finds herself jealous of the rest of 1-B; they actually get to be around Kendou all the time!

Well, they probably aren’t around her enough to be comfortable helping her with lipstick.

Momo shakes the thought, and focuses her attention to the task at hand. She keeps her hand steady, moving slowly to try and get the best strokes. She attempts to ignore the close proximity the two of them are in, how Kendou’s got a nice subtle smell that she can’t quite place, and how nice the color looks on Kendou.

“I’m all done,” she says, handing Kendou the mirror.

“Oh, this one looks nice!” Kendou says, smiling brightly. She makes a few faces, pursing her lips, looking at herself in different angles, giving Momo something akin to a heart attack.

(Momo is logical. At least, that’s what her friends tell her. Yet she finds every form of logic to leave her body whenever a pretty girl is in her presence. It’s awful when she’s around the other girls in 1-A and can barely even finish her sentences. And now , she finds her heart running the mile just by being around Kendou. Why must it be like that?)

“You did a good job!” Kendou says, directing that sunshine-y smile at Momo. “So, what do we need to test for this one?”

Momo quickly turns to the chart that she had created for lipsticks. Color, dryness, how long it lasts, how well it stays . “Well, I think we have to leave it for now? It’s best to give it some time before testing the smudging and such.”

“Well, aren’t there any other things we can test?” Kendou asks, gingerly taking the notepad out of Momo’s hands. She studies the concepts that Momo listed, and Momo doesn’t find anything strange, until Kendou’s eyes fall on one list of things to test.

“...Kisses?” She reads, looking at Momo quizzically. “What’s this supposed to mean?” Momo’s face flushes.

“Oh, uh, that!” She quickly pulls the list from Kendou’s hands. “Well, that does seem to be a reason why some people are more interested in wearing lipstick, correct? And, uh, it was just a thought! I doubt that we’d actually need to test that!” She’s trying to brush it off with a forced laugh, but that’s not very easy when her entire face flushes. And it’s especially not easy with Kendou’s pretty eyes locked onto her face.

“Then why’d you write it down?” The corners of Kendou’s mouth curl up into a smile, as she leans in a bit closer. “Knowing you, you always put down the most important things. You’re smart like that! So, then kissing must be important too!” At this point, Momo notices how close they are, Kendou’s beautiful eyes looking right through her flimsy excuses. “How should we do it?”

Momo squeaks, her entire face somehow flushing a deeper red. “Wh-wh-what?”

“I mean, I could just kiss my own hand, or like a piece of paper, see how it looks!”

She lets out a sigh. Of course she didn’t mean it like that! Why would she, anyways? It’s not like she-

Momo is surprised to feel some disappointment mix in with her relief. It’s not like she expected Kendou to kiss her, so why feel bad about it?

“I think some paper will work.” She says. As she forms a few pieces, she doesn’t notice Kendou’s thoughtful look. “That color does look nice on you. I’m not sure what kind would fit me, though.” She mumbles, still not paying attention.

She doesn’t notice the mischievous glint in her eyes.

“ I think it’d look nice on you… Here, let’s see!”

Momo takes notice of movement in her peripherals. She turns, expecting Kendou to be reaching for something. Yet her expectations are turned on their head as Kendou closes distance between them. As her arms are placed on either side of Momo’s body, as her face is mere centimeters from Momo’s. As Momo’s heart does somersaults.

Both of their faces are a matching shade of cherry red. In fact, Momo can practically feel the heat radiating off of Kendou’s face. But even with that obvious sign of embarrassment, Kendou doesn’t waver.

“Can I kiss you? Is- is that alright?” Momo’s eyes widen, and her mind runs wild with questions. Me? Kiss? Kiss me? But, but, but- She realizes that she hadn’t answered.

She nods slowly.

Kendou’s hand is shaky. That’s one of the things Momo notices at this moment. She also notices how Kendou maintains eye contact with her, as if waiting for a sign of rejection. And how her hair seems to frame her pretty face perfectly .

And now, Momo notices how Kendou kisses her . Very softly. Hands cupping her face, tilting it downwards, lips interlocking in an inexperienced, clumsy way (but oh , she does not mind). How all her feelings and thoughts are overwhelmed by Kendou.

Kendou pulls away, a sheepish grin gracing her features. “I was right! It is a good color on you!”

“Huh?” Her mind still feels fuzzy from the kiss .

“You said you didn’t know what color would fit you! Well, I think this one -” she hands Momo the mirror. “and any one, at that - would fit you well!”

“Huh.” That’s still her only response. She has her eyes fixated on Kendou, notices how the other is avoiding eye contact now, as if she’s nowflustered. “It… does look nice.” Momo supplies with a smile.

“Exactly!” Kendou lights up, that same smile returning to her. She looks overjoyed, almost. “Listen, I, uh. I really like you. A lot. And I, I think that I can deal with the childish rivalry between our classes and endure the hours of Uwabami’s advertising and faux hero training, but I can’t stand another minute without telling you my feelings?”

“You like me?” Momo is blown away by the sincerity, the bluntness of Kendou’s confession. She feels a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. A giddy dizziness muddles her thoughts. “In a, a romantic sense?” A soft giggle leaves her mouth at the thought.

Kendou nods, her expression a mixture of hope and caution.

Momo smiles brightly, throwing away her inhibitions and practically throwing herself at Kendou. She hears a cute yelp escape the other’s lips as they both fall flat on the mattress, Momo holding Kendou close, feeling so, so happy !

“I like you! A lot!” She hears a gasp from Kendou.

“S-so do I!” She responds, holding Momo close. Momo leans it a bit closer, and leaves a quick peck on Kendou’s cheek before burying her face in her shoulder. Then they both just stay like that, arms wrapped around one another, happiness being their only other company.

That is, it’s their only company for a little while.

A sharp and short rapping on her door has both Momo and Kendou nearly jump out of their skins.

“Yaoyorozu-san!” the clear and enunciated voice of Iida rings through the door. “It is nearly curfew, you know! It would be in your and Kendou-san’s best interest to wrap up whatever you are doing and get prepared for lights out.”

“Yes, of course!” Momo calls back, still a bit startled. At the lack of response from Iida, Momo turns back to Kendou, smiling again.

“Maybe you should-”

“I should get-”

Their words stumble over one another’s, and they laugh.

“I’ll get going, then.” Kendou says, brushing herself off and getting off the bed. She stretches, before turning back to Momo and sending a wink her way. “Looks like we still have some research to finish. Same time tomorrow?”

Momo smiles brightly, and nods. “Of course! I’ll see you then!”

Kendou then leaves the room, the *click* of the lock letting Momo know that today’s session is done.

She lies down on her bed, before breaking out into a blinding smile (one that even Aoyama would bow to). A sense of pure glee fills her up as one thought keeps running through her head.

“She likes me!”

Itsuka shuts the door to Yaoyorozu’s room, then leans on it. She shuts her eyes, sighing softly, before suddenly throwing herself up into the air with a fist pump, a bright grin on her lips. She wants to shout to the world - Momo Yaoyorozu likes me !

Then she freezes as she makes eye contact with another girl in the hall, Jirou. She looks at her for a moment, before Jirou snorts.

“Uh, you got a little something on your cheek.” She says, and Itsuka instinctively goes to touch her face. When she pulls her hand away, she sees a faded green smudged on her fingertips. Then, her cheeks turn pink.

The lipstick .

“OH, uh, this! It’s!! Just!!! Uhm!!!!” She can’t even think of anything to say. Jirou snickers again.

“Whatever, whatever, you do you. Just, uh. The bathroom’s over there if you don’t want to get any more questions.”

As Kendou rushes off, she hears Jirou talking a bit louder. “Also, I think Yaomomo prefers red!”

Well, Yaomomo (how cute!) would certainly like the shade of crimson that Itsuka’s face flushes. Red. She’ll have to remember that for tomorrow.

#lgbtbnhafemslashexchange #write tag #boku no hero academia #itsuka kendo #momo yaoyorozu #kendomomo

34 notes · View notes

artificialqueens · 7 years

Text

The Gymnast and The Barbie (Trixya) - Ace

Katya puffed out a breath as she pushed open the fire door and stepped outside, still wearing her red leotard and rhinestone tights, with her team jacket wrapped around her shoulders. The medal was around her neck and her hair was pulled up in a tight bun. She cleared her throat, breathing in the cool Wisconsin air through her nose. The cold weather in this part of America reminded her of Novosibirsk, made her feel at home.

Katya slipped a cigarette out of the top of her leotard and let it hang out of her mouth, cupping her hand over it as she lit it with a lighter out of her jacket pocket. She inhaled and then sighed as she heard the cliché pitter patter of little feet. A hoard of little girls came running round the corner into the alley in their sparkly rhinestone costumes, screaming when they saw Katya.

Katya held the cigarette behind her back, smiling at the kids as they circled around her. “Ah, little ones!” She called with mock enthusiasm, kneeling to their heights and refusing to move her hand from behind her back and show the cigarette. Set a good example for the young gymnasts.

Some of said little gymnasts held up things for her to sign. Thankfully, one had brought a Sharpie for her too. She took off the pen lid with her teeth, holding it in her mouth in place of her cigarette as she signed shirts, teddies, and hats. She even let them touch her medal. Giving the Sharpie back to the girl, Katya looked up and frowned at the back of the group.

There was someone taller. A girl, yes, but not a child. Katya gauged her age as only being a couple of years younger than her. Maybe an ex gymnast? No, the girl was thicker than the average gymnast. Not that Katya was complaining.

As the waist-high crowd dispersed, the taller one stayed. Once she was sure none of the tiny girls were going to look back, she put her cigarette back in her mouth and leaned back against the wall as she took a long, long drag and blew out the smoke in a steady stream at the floor.

The girl approached, wearing a pink slimline dress, slightly cinched in the middle by a white belt. Her hair was big, platinum blonde, huge, with waves down her shoulder. It reminded Katya of Dolly Parton.

“Hiya!” The girl squeaked, surging forward. “Hi, big fan. Like, really- um, like, oh gosh, this is an honour! Wow, you’re really here, in Wisconsin. This is so… oh, my god…”

Katya frowned, stifling a cough as she inhaled again. “Alright. What you want for autograph?” Russian was thick in her voice, and she had always had a problem with picking up English. The only sentence Katya had perfected in English was ‘Thank you, esteemed panel of judges!’.

“Autographed? Well, I, I didn’t really think of that. But, oh my god, you’re talking to me. You’re talking to me!” Trixie squealed again.

Katya’s nose wrinkled at the squeal, but then smiled. “You are excited. Like the tiny children. Is, um… Cute? Yes.”

“Yeah, sorry, don’t mean to be so, um, jumpy. It’s just, like, you’re really important to me. And stuff. I’ll just-” she took a deep breath, then sighed it out. “Okay, I’m good. Let’s try this again. Hi, I’m your local Barbie doll and Katya fanatic, Trixie Mattel! And you’re Katya. Russian medal winning and trophy collecting gymnast. Competing against people half your age. But- But you don’t move like that.”

“Hello, Tri-Tr-Tx…” Katya bit her lip, trying to figure out the pronounciation. She could say the most complicated words in Russian, but simple words in English were her downfall. “Hello, Beatrice. And you think, just because I am nearly forty, I cannot still be gr-ace-ful?” Sometimes slowly sounding out the word helped her.

“Shit…” Trixie muttered under her breath. She’d offended Katya. Her fucking idol. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…” Trixie whimpered. “I didn’t mean to offend you. You’re really graceful, and that’s exactly why I love you! Well, not love, um… Adore. That’s more the word. God, I’m sorry.” Trixie had just confessed her love to her unwittingly after saying that forty year olds were stiff.

Katya chuckled, flicking some ash in the opposite direction from Trixie. “S’Okay, Beatrice. I was trying joke. And love is strong word. Very strong. Like me.” She tried to change the awkward subject to her strength. She flexed her arm, showing off the veins and muscles. “Feel. Strong.”

Trixie gave a nervous laugh, clenching her fist and then flexing her fingers out. “You want me to…?”

“I thought it was o-b-vi-ous.” Katya nodded to her bicep. “I want you feel. Hold. In hands.” She leaned down slightly so Trixie could reach easier.

Trixie bit her cheek and held her hands out, wrapping them around Katya’s bicep. “Oh, wow.” She said, grinning and giggling as Katya flexed harder and the muscle bulged out.

“Is good, da? You should feel my legs. Stronger. But arms, still strong.” Katya dropped her arm but Trixie’s hand lingered, before returning to her side.

“It’s very, um, muscly.” Trixie cleared her throat. “So… You’ve just won a medal, are you proud?” Her eyes went to the gold disk around Katya’s neck.

“Meh, just little international competition. Is nothing big. But, medal is nice touch, I guess.” Katya held the medal between two fingers, inspecting it. “Still got a lot of ad-ren-a-lin from winning. Smoking helps calm me.” As if to prove it, she took a drag and blew the smoke out away from Trixie.

“That’s probably not good. Seeing as you’ve got all those little kid fans and you’re in this sport. You need your lungs!” Trixie frowned, folding her arms across her chest.

“I have lungs. Good, strong lungs. Not giving up on me any time soon.” Katya smiled, but stifled a cough. “Anyways. Like said, helps calm me down.”

“Surely there’s other ways.” Trixie had stepped into Katya’s space, clearly a bit upset. “I don’t like you smoking.”

“Fine, fine. Here.” Katya took one last drag and then flicked the cigarette onto the floor, putting it out with her foot. “Is better?”

“Yeah, I suppose. Thanks.” Trixie gave a little smile, biting her lip. “God, I’m still a bit starstruck. Can’t believe you’re talking to me.” She smiled slightly.

“Believe it.” Katya smirked. “Still need to autograph something for you.” She frowned, but didn’t have a pen on her. “Could go grab pen from inside and sign, er… dress?”

Trixie gasped, covering the front of her dress with her hand. “No! I- I mean, no, if that’s okay. It’s a nice dress. Don’t want to ruin it. Not ruin it, it would be an honour to have you sign it, I just really like this dress. But, like… Is there something you could do for me instead?”

“Depends. What you want? Not getting my medal, or jacket.” Katya pulled her Team Russia jacket tighter around her shoulders. Though she hardly wore it, she was protective of it.

“No, I don’t want that. Is it, um, okay if you… You… Um, could you kiss my cheek? That’ll work instead of an autograph. To have Katya Zamo kiss my cheek, an honour.” Trixie turned as pink as her dress.

“A kiss? Of course, pretty thing. Come here.” Katya wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling Trixie tight to her.

Trixie squeaked, wobbling on her high heels as Katya pulled her in. It was just a cheek kiss, but she had never been pulled in like this for one of them before.

Katya leaned down, connecting her lips with Trixie’s, immediately open mouthing her with her hand buried in Trixie’s hair. Trixie gasped, paralysed in shock, before kissing back, trying to kiss her softly. Finally, the two found the middle ground together. Trixie whimpered into Katya’s mouth as she was pressed into the wall. “Kat-” Trixie gasped out. “Katya!” She finally pulled away.

All of Katya’s deep red lipstick had rubbed off. Trixie was pretty sure it was all over her face. Katya grinned, a bit breathless, giving Trixie’s waist a squeeze before letting go. “Was good, da?” She laughed, licking her thumb and wiping away some of the lipstick smudged around Trixie’s mouth.

“Y-Yeah, but I didn’t think you were gonna do that. I wanted a kiss on the cheek, Katya!” Trixie pouted, before giggling. “Oh my god, you just kissed me. I just got kissed by Katya Zamo!”

“Cheek… Cheek… What is… Oh, shcheka! Right?” Katya smiled, then pulled a face. “Oh. Ap-ol-o-gies.”

“No, it’s, um, it was good. Very good. Oh my god. You didn’t understand what a cheek is?” Trixie let out a wheezy laugh. “Sorry. Should have probably made sure you knew what that meant first. Sorry. God, do I have lipstick all over me?”

“S’okay! Had fun. And yes, red lipstick all over. I like it.” Katya grinned.

There was a knock from the other side of the door Katya was leaning against, and she let out a loud sigh and yelled something in Russian, to which the person on the other side replied, also in Russian.

“Er, I have to go. Team awaits. Thank you for this, Beatrice.” Katya licked her lips. “And I will find something to autograph for you if we meet again, yes?” She asked, very hopeful.

“Well, if you’re ever in Wisconsin again…” Trixie replied, just as hopeful. “I’ll bring one of my other dresses and you could autograph that.”

“Well, I am here for another day. So, if you wish to visit my hotel…” Katya smiled, but it dropped and she rolled her eyes as the lady behind the door yelled again. “I really need go. Take my number. Quick, quick.” She took out her phone from her jacket and put in her number to Trixie’s phone. “Call me, I will give you hotel room number.” She opened the fire door, pecking Trixie’s lips once more. “Call me.” She repeated, slipping back into the building, calling out in Russian.

Trixie looked down at her phone, the contact had been saved as 'Katya ❤’. She grinned, just staring at the door, hand over her mouth where she felt Katya’s lipstick. As soon as she got home, Katya would be getting a call.

#trixya #trixie mattel #katya zamolodchikova #cisgirl au #rpdr fanfiction #lesbian au #gymnastics au #ace

103 notes · View notes

fallout-hq · 4 years

Text

・・・𝚆𝙴𝙻𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙷𝙴𝙻𝙻𝙱𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳, pixie! We are pleased to inform you that your apps for: gwen stacy, harley quinn & lorna dane has been successfully registered! Please find the link to hell in your inbox, we’re excited to have you with us!

・・・𝚆𝙴𝙻𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙷𝙴𝙻𝙻𝙱𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳, pb! We are pleased to inform you that your app for: john stewart & dickgrayson has been successfully registered! Please find the link to hell in your inbox, we’re excited to have you with us!

・・・𝚆𝙴𝙻𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙷𝙴𝙻𝙻𝙱𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳, summer! We are pleased to inform you that your app for: gamora zenwhoberi, mary jane watson & tony stark has been successfully registered! Please find the link to hell in your inbox, we’re excited to have you with us!

・・・𝚆𝙴𝙻𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙷𝙴𝙻𝙻𝙱𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳, sam! We are pleased to inform you that your app for: barbara gordon has been successfully registered! Please find the link to hell in your inbox, we’re excited to have you with us!

𝙄𝙉𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙂. . . 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 is that (SABRINA CARPENTER) i see? oh no that's just (GWEN STACY), they appear to be (INDEPENDENT, PERSISTENT, AND LOYAL) but i heard they are also (UNCOMMUNICATIVE, SELF DESTRUCTIVE, AND ANTI SOCIAL). but do you know who they really remind me of? (GHOST SPIDER) from (MARVEL), their fans always considered them to be associated with (MUSIC QUOTES IN NEON LIGHTS, ALWAYS TIRED ENAMEL PIN, BI FLAG WITH THE WRITTING BISEXUAL DISASTER) and whenever i hear (THE LONELY) by (CHRISTINA PERRI) i miss (SHE/HER). i hope their (VENOM SYMBIOTE) don't get them in trouble while they're at work for/with the (WEB WARRIORS), a (TWENTY ONE) year old. last i heard they're still (LAWFUL GOOD). last known location: DOWNTOWN 𝙄𝙉𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙂. . . 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 is that (MARGOT ROBBIE) i see? oh no that's just (HARLEEN QUINZEL), they appear to be (SUPPORTIVE, ENTHUSIASTIC, AND PROTECTIVE) but i heard they are also (MELODRAMATIC, TEMPERMENTAL, AND ROWDY). but do you know who they really remind me of? (HARLEY QUINN) from (DC UNIVERSE), their fans always considered them to be associated with (RED AND BLACK DIAMONDS, PEEP BUNNIES DRIVING TWINKIE CARS, RED HEARTS AND SMUDGED LIPSTICK) and whenever i hear (LOLA) by (IGGY AZALEA FT ALICE CHATER) i miss (SHE/HER). i hope their (UNARMED/ARMED FIGHTING, MARKSMAN, ECT) don't get them in trouble while they're at work for/with the (GOTHAM SIRENS, SUICIDE SQUAD), a (THIRTY THREE) year old. last i heard they're still (CHAOTIC NEUTRAL). last known location: (UPTOWN) 𝙄𝙉𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙂. . . 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 is that (EMMA DUMONT) i see? oh no that's just (LORNA DANE), they appear to be (AMBITIOUS, PASSIONATE, AND PROACTIVE) but i heard they are also (REBELLIOUS, RESENTFUL, AND IMPULSIVE). but do you know who they really remind me of? (POLARIS) from (MARVEL), their fans always considered them to be associated with (NOT YOUR BABE IN A GREEN HEART, MIDDLE FINGERS, STEEL TOE BOOTS ) and whenever i hear (ZOMBIE) by (BAD WOLF) i miss (SHE/HER). i hope their (MAGNETOGENESIS/MAGNETOKINESIS) don't get them in trouble while they're at work for/with the (X FACTOR, X-MEN), a (TWENTY SEVEN) year old. last i heard they're still (CHAOTIC). last known location: (MIDTOWN) [ pixie , EST , she/her , 22 ]

𝙄𝙉𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙂. . . 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 is that (JESUS CASTRO) i see? oh no that's just (DICK GRAYSON), they appear to be (DETERMINED, OUTGOING & KIND) but i heard they are also (STUBBORN, OVERLY TRUSTING & FLIGHTY). but do you know who they really remind me of? (NIGHTWING) from (DC UNIVERSE), their fans always considered them to be associated with (KINDNESS IN THE FORM OF HUMAN, ONLY BOOK ON THE SHELF IS ROBIN HOOD, THE ANCHOR) and whenever i hear (HUMAN) by (RAG N BONES) i miss (HE/HIM). i hope their (ACROBATIC NINJA TRAINING) don't get them in trouble while they're with the (TITANS), a (TWENTY-EIGHT) year old. last i heard they're still (LAWFUL GOOD). last known location: (MIDTOWN, APT 57) [ pb , est , he/him , 24 ]

𝙄𝙉𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙂. . . 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 is that (MICHAEL B JORDAN) i see? oh no that's just (JOHN STEWART), they appear to be (BOLD, WILLFUL, CREATIVE) but i heard they are also (COCKY, TORTURED, STUBBORN). but do you know who they really remind me of? (GREEN LANTERN II) from (DC UNIVERSE), their fans always considered them to be associated with (THE SMELL OF COFFEE, THE SOUND OF A SKETCHING PENCIL AGAINST A PAD, AN EMERALD GLOW) and whenever i hear (PRAYING) by (KE$HA) i miss (HE/HIM). i hope their (POWER RING) don't get them in trouble while they're at work for/with the (JUSTICE LEAGUE), a (THIRTY-FIVE) year old. last i heard they're still (LAWFUL). last known location: (DOWNTOWN)

𝙄𝙉𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙂. . . 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 is that (ZENDAYA) i see? oh no that's just (MARY JANE WATSON), they appear to be (EBULLIENT, INDEPENDENT, CONGENIAL) but i heard they are also (CARELESS, HYPERCRITICAL, HOTHEADED). but do you know who they really remind me of? (MJ) from (MARVEL UNIVERSE), their fans always considered them to be associated with (A BURNING PASSION TO BE THE BEST, HIGH HEELS NAVIGATING NEW YORK CITY, STARTING TROUBLE JUST FOR THE HELL OF IT) and whenever i hear (THE LAST GREAT AMERICAN DYNASTY) by (TAYLOR SWIFT) i miss (HER). i hope their (ABILITY TO MAKE ANYONE SMILE, SNEAKING INTO THE HEARTS OF ALL, QUICK-WIT) don't get them in trouble while they're at work for (NIRVANA BAR), a (TWENTY-FOUR) year old. last i heard they're still (LAWFUL). last known location: MIDTOWN 𝙄𝙉𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙂. . . 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 is that (OSCAR ISAAC) i see? oh no that's just (TONY STARK), they appear to be (CHARISMATIC, ADAPTABLE, ASTUTE) but i heard they are also (RECKLESS, IMPULSIVE, SOLITARY). but do you know who they really remind me of? (IRON MAN) from (MARVEL UNIVERSE), their fans always considered them to be associated with (A WILLINGNESS TO SAVE OTHERS AT RISK OF YOURSELF, HOURS OF ISOLATION HARD AT WORK, A GENERAL DISTRUST OF AUTHORITY AND DESIRE TO REBEL AGAINST IT) and whenever i hear (BACK IN BLACK) by (AC/DC) i miss (HIM). i hope their (GENIUS LEVEL INTELLECT, SUPER STRENGTH, FLIGHT, DURABILITY, VARIED WEAPONRY) don't get them in trouble while they're at work for/with the (AVENGERS), a (FIFTY) year old. last i heard they're still (NEUTRAL). last known location: UPTOWN, AVENGERS TOWER 𝙄𝙉𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙂. . . 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 is that (ZOE KRAVITZ) i see? oh no that's just (GAMORA), they appear to be (DIGNIFIED, STRONG-WILLED, CUNNING) but i heard they are also (GUARDED, IRRITABLE, STUBBORN). but do you know who they really remind me of? (THE DEADLIEST WOMAN IN THE WHOLE GALAXY) from (MARVEL UNIVERSE), their fans always considered them to be associated with (SHARPENED KNIFE AT YOUR THROAT, STARLIGHT THAT MAKES YOU FEEL AT HOME, FIGHTING THE INSTINCTS YOU WERE RAISED WITH) and whenever i hear (BUILD ME UP BUTTERCUP) by (THE FOUNDATIONS) i miss (HER). i hope their (SUPER HUMAN STRENGTH, DURABILITY, AGILITY, AND STAMINA, ENHANCED VISION, REFLEXES, AND HEALING) don't get them in trouble while they're at work for/with the (GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY), a (THIRTY-THREE) year old. last i heard they're still (NEUTRAL). last known location: DOWNTOWN, THE SPACE SHE’S MADE FOR HERSELF [ summer , cst , she/her , 23 ]

𝙄𝙉𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙂. . . 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 is that (ANYA CHALOTRA) i see? oh no that's just (BARBARA GORDON), they appear to be (INTUITIVE, EMPATHETIC & TENACIOUS) but i heard they are also (STUBBORN, RESERVED & IMPULSIVE). but do you know who they really remind me of? (BATGIRL) from (DC UNIVERSE), their fans always considered them to be associated with (GREEN EYES HIDDEN BEHIND A DOMINO MASK, YELLOW SWEATERS WITH LONG RED HAIR CASCADING DOWN HER BACK & NAILS CLACKING AGAINST A KEYBOARD) and whenever i hear (HARD TIMES) by (PARAMORE) i miss (SHE/HER). i hope their (GENIUS LEVEL INTELLECT) don't get them in trouble while they're with the (BATFAM), a (TWENTY-EIGHT) year old. last i heard they're still (LAWFUL GOOD). last known location: (MIDTOWN, APT 57) [ sam , pst , she/her , 22 ]

#fohq: accepted #discord rp #discord rpg #marvel rp #dc comics rp

1 note · View note

jugandbettsdetectiveagency · 7 years

Text

@devilinhighheels: How about a fic where Cheryl dares Betty to spend a weekend at a haunted house where she falls in love with ghost Jughead? Or Jughead tries to save her from an evil ghost with some angst but also lots of fluff?

Ok, so this isn’t as developed as I wanted because this was supposed to be a short one shot but I seem to have forgotten how to do those so... I guess you can use your imaginations. It’s not exactly in keeping with the prompt because I was trying to keep it short, but then it got away from me just like this explanation is and I’m rambling, yeah, have this half-assed fic.

accepting halloween-y vibed prompts

“My turn,” Cheryl piped up, a sly grin planting itself firmly across her lips as she let go of Dilton Doiley’s sweater, allowing him to fall back in a post-make out daze, wiping at the corners of her mouth to remove any lipstick smudges. Somehow she seemed to be the only woman alive that managed to keep her makeup intact despite a multitude of spit swapping. Betty often wondered if the cherry red stain wasn’t lipstick at all, but that the colour just naturally deepened every time Cheryl managed to slay one of her enemies.

“Betty.” She jumped at the clipped sound of her name. Cheryl’s pupils had turned a menacingly dark shade as she focused her attention on her next victim. “Truth or dare?”

She hadn’t wanted to play this game. In fact, the only reason she was even at the Blossom’s Halloween bash in the first place was because Archie had looked at her with that liquid chocolate, puppy dog expression of his and practically begged her to come with him; she had melted just like his eyes. Betty cursed her inability to deny Archie Andrews anything as she watched him sliding closer to her best friend, Veronica Lodge, by the second. She bit the inside of her cheek as the corners of her eyes began to sting.

“Aren’t we a little too old for truth or dare?” she had protested weakly when Cheryl suggested the game earlier in the evening, noting the way the redhead kept flicking her gaze between the three of them, a mischievous glint appearing in her eyes. Betty could just picture how this was going to go.

“Betty, tell the truth. Are you in love with Archie?”

“Archie, I dare you to make out with Veronica.”

Whatever schemes Cheryl was currently plotting, Betty didn’t want any part of it. She’d been outvoted, nevertheless.

“It’s a time honoured tradition, Betty,” Cheryl stated evenly as she sat down on the crimson upholstered chaise lounge. The way she moved, with such grace and precision, never moving a muscle that need not be moved, only served to further cement Betty’s suspicions that she was actually the living dead.

“Yeah, B, come on! It’ll be fun,” Veronica insisted, barely having finished her sentence before she was glancing over adoringly at Archie, who’d come up behind her baring a red solo cup and a winning smile, guiding her to sit with a warm hand on her lower back.

“Betty, we’re waiting,” Cheryl demanded impatiently, snapping her out of her daze. All eyes were on her as she glanced nervously around the circle, like a cornered animal searching for a way out. Well, if she had to go with the least horrible option she’d pick…

“Dare,” Betty squeaked, clearing her throat a little. The joy in Cheryl’s expression faltered only for a minute before she rallied, glancing around the room for something to torture her with. In fact, she wouldn’t put it past the Blossom mansion to have some kind of secret torture chamber hidden away in its depths…

“Fine,” Cheryl sighed, “I dare you to…” She paused, her eyes looked on something just outside the window over Betty’s shoulder, corners of her mouth turning up in a devilish smirk. “I dare you to spend ten minutes in the abandoned Jones Mansion across the street,” she finished smugly.

Betty cringed, letting her eyes slide closed slowly in defeat as a hum of excitement filled the air. She’d been so focused on her prays that Bluebeard’s chamber wasn’t an additional feature to the gothic horror show that was Thornhill, that she’d completely forgotten that the Blossom’s home came complete with its own creepy, abandoned house just a few feet away.

“That place is totally haunted, dude,” Reggie announced with glee, practically bouncing in his seat. He didn’t notice the withering look Betty shot his way. “One time me and Jase kicked our football over there when we were kids and when we went over to get it I swear we saw someone moving about through one of the blown out windows,” he said solemnly, eyes wide.

“You’re freaking her out!” Jason chastised, throwing a concerned glance towards a rapidly paling Betty. Her fingers began a familiar twitch inwards towards the meat of her palms, hovering just above the surface of the delicate skin.

“You don’t have to do it, B,” Veronica consoled, resting a hand on her forearm in what she imagined what supposed to be a comforting gesture.

“Um, yes she does. She picked dare, she has to do the deed – those are the rules,” Cheryl cut in haughtily.

“Betty, you don’t have to if you’re not up to it,” Archie spoke over her, voice laced with pity.

That was it. She was done being babied.

“I’ll do it!” she burst out, instantly blushing at the sound of her unexpectedly loud voice echoing through the high ceilings. “It’s not a big deal, guys, it’s just a house,” Betty murmured quietly, unable to deny the slight tremor in her voice to even herself.

“Excellent!” Cheryl beamed, rising from her seat like Carmilla from her coffin. “Shall we?” she asked, motioning towards the door.

The group piled out, both tripping over each other with eagerness and reserve as they tried to get closer but not be the one closest to the house that haunted all of their childhood ghost stories.

The Jones mansion had sat, decrepit and decaying, for as long as any of them had known. None of them really knew who had truly lived there, only that the Jones family had been one of the founding families of the town of Riverdale, and that there were many stories surrounding their demise, spanning from debauchery to insanity. Either way, there were very few people willing to venture inside the old house that sat untouched at the other end of the Blossom’s driveway.

“Oh, and would you look at that,” Cheryl said coyly, holding up her phone that they were using as a flashlight to pick their way across the overgrown yard. “It’s almost midnight.”

“Ooh, the witching hour,” Reggie giggled, rubbing his hands together. A muffled ‘oomph’ rang out after Veronica elbowed him in the stomach, her usually highly arched eyebrows drawn low over her eyes.

“Are you sure about this?” she asked, turning her worried gaze to Betty, searching her face for signs of hesitation. “I mean, we literally just walked past so many signs saying to keep out. No one has been inside here since before Gabrielle Chanel started going by ‘Coco’. It’s just waiting to fall down,” she shivered, wrapping her Red Riding Hood’s cloak tightly around her exposed arms as the fall wind picked up ominously around them.

Betty ran a hand down the cheap costume satin of her Marie Antoinette outfit, suddenly feeling like the thin, red ribbon choker tied around her neck (her attempt at backhanded humour) was too tight, watching as she leaned back into Archie’s embrace while he rubbed some warmth into her skin. Maybe she should have worn something a little more risqué, Betty thought dejectedly, glimpsing the exposed thigh between Veronica’s short skirt and knee socks. Steeling her shoulders, she turned away from the group.

“It’s just a house,” she repeated, more to herself than her friends. Really, it was. “I’ll be in and out,” she reassured, flicking an unsteady smile over her shoulder.

“Ten minutes,” Cheryl reminded her, clearly enjoying this far too much.

“Yeah, I got it,” Betty bit out. The shadow of the house loomed before her as she sucked in one last deep breath, the full moon just emerging from behind dark wisps of late night clouds while she reached out and grasped the handle, pushing open the rotted wooden door with a creak.

Something dark and fast scuttled along the edge of what Betty assumed used to be the grand foyer, and she swallowed the bubble of a scream that threatened to burst free, well aware that she was still within earshot of the teens waiting for her re-emergence with anticipation. The door swung shut with a solid bang causing her to flinch in surprise, hairs on the back of her neck standing to attention. Betty conjured the page of the text book she’d read in her mind that explained why this reaction happened – something about the fight or flight response triggered by the rush of adrenaline in a fearful situation causing goose bumps, thus tightening the hair follicles and making the hairs stand on end. If she thought about that she didn’t have enough energy left to consider what might be casting the strange looking shadow on the wall to her left, while making her way towards the heart of the house.

A small yelp escaped her as a flurry of wings erupted above her head, coupled with the sharp snap of the bannister giving way under her sudden weight against it. Betty stumbled back, managing to keep herself upright just in time to watch an ornately carved section of the staircase creak and crash to the floor.

“Betty?” she heard Archie’s voice call out in concern. Her hand was on her chest, feeling the erratic thud of her heart beneath her palm.

“I’m fine!” she yelled back as loud as she dared. She couldn’t help but be overcome with the uneasy feeling that she was disturbing something here.

She reached the second story landing, eyes darting about in search of god knows what; she was sure she was just hoping not to see anything at all. It was clear by the mouldings this house was once a lavish structure, the height of upper-class society, now reduced to rot and rubble.

A soft laugh drifted by her ear and Betty whipped round, breath caught in her throat as her palms began to sweat. She was sure she’d heard it – it was so clear. A light breeze trailed its fingers over her shoulders, rustling her skirts as they went, carrying with it the distant sound of violins, glasses clinking, footsteps thudding. Betty spun around in continuous circles, head all of a suddenly becoming dizzy, as the noises overwhelmed her senses.

“Liza!” The voice was coated in sheer panic, growing in volume with each passing second. “Liza, my love, where are you?!” Betty turned, the air getting knocked out of her as she took in the sight that met her. A man was heading straight for her, his dark curls dishevelled, haunted eyes round with fear, his feet not touching the ground as he ran. Betty watched the moon disappear into the clouds, once more, out of the window behind his head, the flood of light pouring right through his sheer features.

It didn’t make sense, there was nothing here, there was nothing… She thundered down the hallway, the house’s foundations moaning underneath her, awakening from decade’s old slumber with each pound of her boots. The chime of a clock striking midnight reverberated through her skull and Betty cried out, falling back against a door that gave way beneath her.

She landed with a soft thud on a plush, paisley rug, the ringing in her ears abruptly ceasing. Her chest shuddered with each fear-filled breath, her eyes clenched tightly, too afraid to open them.

“What are you doing?” She knew that voice. He wasn’t real, he wasn’t real, he wasn’t real…

The warm weight of a cautious hand on her shoulder was very real.

Betty’s eyes flew open with a gasp. Her vision with filled with a lake of quivering blue, peering out from behind a simple, black mask, those curls partly obstructing the view. “Are you alright…”

“Liza?” Betty whispered, still coming down from whatever trip she’d just taken.

“Liza, are you alright?” he asked again, mistaking her questioning tone.

“No, that’s not…” she trailed off, lifting a shaking hand to her throbbing forehead, pinching her brows to try and quell the pain. She met his eyes again. Why was she trying to explain herself to a ghost? He wasn’t real anyway, none of this was. “Yeah, I think so,” she mumbled instead, finding herself flushing as he swiped a gentle thumb over her cheek.

“Then I’ll ask again, what are you doing?” he smirked, clearly trying to hide his laughter. Betty looked down at her sprawled out position on the carpet, her blush intensifying as she scrabbled to stand, his hand supporting under her elbow.

“I… tripped,” she supplied lamely, unable to meet his piercing eyes.

“Came here for some peace?” he guessed, raising a dark brow. “Me too. I’m not adept at dealing with the types that come to these kind of things. My father insists upon my attendance unfortunately,” he lamented, raking a hand through his hair in exasperation.

Betty watched him intently, waiting for him to disappear before her eyes. The man cleared his throat, straightening slightly. “My manners, forgive me. I’m Jughead Jones.”

“Jones?” she repeated, unable to keep the tone of incredulity from her voice.

“Yes,” Jughead replied, narrowing his eyes. “Are you sure you didn’t hit your head?” he asked slowly, reaching up as if to cup her cheek before aborting the movement. “How can you be at a ball without knowing the host?” That secret smile was once again playing about his lips.

Betty pulled her lower lip between her teeth, feeling warm all over. She peeked up at the dream man from beneath her lashes, hoping her silence would appease him. It took her a moment to take in her surroundings, having been so focused on Jughead. The room was filled with a soft, yellow candlelight from the lanterns scattered about. The carpets were clean and untorn, the wood freshly varnished, and the walls filled with shelves upon shelves of neatly filed books.

It wasn’t possible, but somehow she just knew… This was the same house she’d stepped foot into, but it wasn’t the same time. The grandfather clock in the corner of the room read just gone eleven.

“I should re-join the party before my mother sends out a search party. Would you… care to join me, Liza?” Jughead asked, a hint of bashfulness creeping into his request. Betty smiled, looping her hand through his crooked elbow.

“Wait, I don’t have a mask,” she fretted as they reached the top of the staircase. She glanced quickly towards the chunk that had given way beneath her body just moments before, finding it securely in place and perfectly polished.

“Here,” Jughead said, reaching for one of the decorative ones on the cabinet behind them. She stood as still as possible while he tied it in place, his fingertips brushing along the slope of her neck, raising goose bumps for the second time that night.

“Thank you.”

The sounds that filled the air were once again familiar as they descended into the ball below. Clinking glasses, cheerful chatter, the soothing lull of violins playing. Betty was in awe as she took it all in, still not quite sure this wasn’t a dream and her lifeless body was lying somewhere beneath collapsed shingles back in the broken version of this house. But, then again, she didn’t have as much stock in her imagination to believe that she could have made up something this beautiful. And the weight of Jughead’s hand on the small of her back felt so impossibly real.

“Forsythe, dear! Ethel’s saved you this dance!” A high-pitched voice called over the noise and Jughead groaned, ducking his head while simultaneously quickening their pace so they became lost in the crowd.

“Forsythe?” Betty giggled – her imagination definitely didn’t make that up. He shot her a disdainful glare as he peered over her shoulder nervously.

“Yet another family curse,” he murmured distractedly, turning back to her once he was seemingly satisfied that they’d evaded whoever was trying to accost him. “I didn’t get your last name,” he said with an adorable tilt of his head.

“Cooper,” Betty replied, regretting her response as soon as she saw the colour drain from his face. “What?” she asked, apprehension causing her skin to tingle.

“You’re a Cooper?” The way he emphasised her name suddenly made her feel as if it were the worst thing to be right now. “What in the hell are you doing here?! How– Do they know you’re here? Jesus, I hope my parents don’t…” Betty couldn’t help but be transfixed by the way he rolled his lower lip through his teeth in frustration, the colour flooding back in when he let it go with a barely audible pop.

“No, I– I’m just here,” she stammered, because it was the truth. Jughead blew an exasperated breath out of his nostrils, appraising her with caution. Eventually he sighed, shaking his head as a small chuckle fell from his lips. The sound was deep and throaty, and not entirely displeasing to the ear.

“Well, I have to admit you’re braver than I. I like it,” he grinned and Betty felt herself preening a little at the compliment. Jughead’s gaze was drawn to something over her shoulder again, smile vanishing. “Shit. Um… Liza, will you do me the honour of letting me have this dance?” he asked, holding out his hand. Betty took it before she could think. Liza was definitely braver.

“Who are you avoiding?” Betty questioned as they began to glide across the dancefloor. She wasn’t wholly sure what she was doing (she’d only taken ballet for a few years before her mother told her she was too big boned to continue with any amount of grace), but she found that if she didn’t focus too much on her feet it wasn’t so hard.

“My mother. She’s been trying to match me with every eligible woman here,” he grumbled, a look of genuine pain crossing his face. Betty pressed her lips together to avoid laughing at him.

“Sounds terrible,” she murmured with teasing sympathy.

“It is!” he insisted, flexing his fingers against the small of her waist. “Everyone here is intolerable. I think,” he added as an afterthought, his eyes swimming again. Betty, not for the first time, began to feel lightheaded.

She lost herself in the dance, in the feeling of his body pressed against hers. She forgot that this was a dream, or that it was impossible, or that she was probably bleeding out somewhere with no one around. She hoped her friends would find her before any permanent damage was done. Instead, she chose to focus on the way Jughead looked at her with a fire she’d only ever dreamed of being on the receiving end of before. Well, it made sense…

“Why did you come here, Liza?” Jughead asked some time later, as their second dance of the evening was drawing to a close. “It could end so badly, our families despise each other,” he whispered. Betty shrugged.

“I don’t know. Maybe it was fate,” she quipped jokingly. When he didn’t reply she looked up to find him pulling his mask off. He really was beautiful. All strong lines and soft-looking lips. Something in the back of her mind reminded her that dreams had no consequences.

“Fate rarely works in my favour,” he muttered, cupping the back of her neck. Betty’s tongue came out to wet her lips in anticipation, seconds before they were pressed against his.

In the darkened corner of the room his mouth moved against hers slowly, steadily, working up a rhythm that sucked all of the oxygen from Betty’s lungs. He groaned quietly when she let out a small whimper at the way his tongue ran over the inside of her lower lip. Jughead pulled back, resting his forehead against hers when the chime of the clock bellowed, trying to regain their breaths.

“Come with me,” he whispered, pulling her from her place against the wall. Betty followed willingly, weaving through the crowd while a storm of butterflies tried to escape the confines of her stomach.

She tripped through the door at the back of the ballroom, the weight of Jughead’s hand disappearing, the cold wind winding its way into her bones.

“Jughead?” she whispered into the night, tears ridiculously pooling along her waterline. The decomposing floorboards once against creaked beneath her feet.

“Betty! Oh my, god, Betty! We’ve been calling you for ages; we heard a crash and thought something awful had happened,” Veronica sighed, pulling her in for a brief, but tight, hug.

“Something awful did,” Betty whispered, too low to be heard.

“Look what we found though,” Archie cut in excitedly, thrusting a weathered piece of paper into her hand. Betty felt the ground fall away from beneath her feet as she stared down at the figures in the picture. “She looks so much like you, maybe you’re related, isn’t that awesome?” Archie guessed with a shrug.

Betty knew they were more than just related. The woman in the picture stood next to Jughead Jones, bouquet in hand, swathed in the delicate lace of a wedding dress. Around her neck was a thin line of ribbon, tied in exactly the same way as hers was now.

She was reeling. She knew this was her, she knew it must have been real. But now, more than anything, she knew that she must make it back to him.

#bughead #bughead fanfiction #betty cooper #jughead jones #betty x jughead #riverdale #riverdale fanfiction #bughead fan fiction #bughead au #jetty #writing

87 notes · View notes

maryjanewannabee · 7 years

Text

Winter Formal (Part 5/?)

Summary: Filming the second Spider-Man movie has been a breeze. You and Tom are lowkey dating, knowing that if Jon finds out and is angry, you can still get fired. Zendaya has remained jealous and has had her eye on the two of you for the past few months. But despite the obstacles, both of you are happy, even though today is the last day of filming.

Warning: Swearing

A/N: This is way longer than I intended it to be but I’m really enjoying the storyline oops. I’m planning on only a couple more parts so bear with me. Also, can we take a moment to appreciate the beautiful moodboard @prkrptr put together for this story?!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

I walked down the street to meet Tom at our favorite breakfast place and was pleased to find him at a table by the window with my meal already waiting for me. He was facing opposite the door so I was able to snake my arms around his back without him noticing. He jumped slightly at my touch and then eased into it, kissing my cheek as I went to sit opposite him. My chocolate chip pancakes and fruit cup waited for me.

“I still don’t understand how you think that just because you get a fruit cup it’s healthy.” Tom said, shaking his head. I laughed before digging in. Tom ate a bagel and ham across from me, but I didn’t feel guilty about my pancakes.

“It makes me feel like I’m on my way to being healthy so pipe down.” I said between chews. He grinned at me. That smile made me melt, even after months of dating. Aside from Harrison, Y/B/N, and our families, no one knew about us. Except Zendaya. But we steered clear of that situation. She had mostly left us alone in the past months, but would still insert little passive aggressive hits here and there when Jon was around, causing him to scrunch his brow in confusion before moving on.

After breakfast we walked a few blocks to the studio, the pancakes hitting me a little harder as we strode up a hill. When we got to the studio we split up to get dressed. Today wardrobe was a little different. Today we would be in formal attire to shoot the winter formal dance scene. It couldn’t be Spider-Man: Winter Formal without one, of course.

I sat in the hair and makeup chair a little longer, letting them apply sharp red lipstick and a winged eyeliner that could kill. They curled my hair and braided a simple fishtail crown on the top. I looked in the mirror and was shocked. I could’t wait to show Tom. But I couldn’t leave yet without the dress. I had helped choose the dress when we had been shopping months ago. A long princess-like gold skirt with a lace top and sleeves. We opted for red converse to complete the look. I twirled in the trailer, watching the golden skirt shine blue and purple in certain lights, and then picked up the tulle underneath and walked to the mock high school.

Jon saw me first, smiling as he saw his vision coming to life again. Zendaya stood to the side wearing a body-hugging navy dress that ended right below her butt. It fit her. Her character had grown in this movie, progressing into a jealous girl who had clawed out of pain and into the limelight of high school. Our characters hated each other. Fitting.

Suddenly, I spotted Tom across the gym where the mock dance would be held. He was running lines with Jacob and hadn’t seen me yet. Just then, Jacob nudged him and Tom looked up, confused, until he laid eyes on me. He just stared, his eyes lighting up. I blushed and turned to go over a couple lines with Jon. A few moments later Tom came over, asking Jon if he could borrow my character for a moment.

I followed him to the side of the set where no one could see us and he grabbed my hips, leaning in for a kiss. I managed to stop him with a hand to the face. He pulled back, confused and slightly pissed.

“You are not about to smudge this makeup.” I said with a laugh. He groaned and dug his face into my neck, kissing it tenderly. I shuttered.

“You look beautiful, Y/N.” He whispered in my ear. I grinned, goosebumps circulating across my arms. “I love you so much.” Just then, Jon came around the corner, seeing Tom and I embracing. I pulled away quickly, but knew it was too late. I knew Jon was going to fire me now. It was over. He was going to find another Mary Jane and I would be out of a job.

But he just gestured towards the set.

“We have a movie to wrap up, lovebirds!” He said, shocking Tom and I. Blushing, we both made our way to the dance floor set, seeing Zendaya fuming with rage. I knew she was going to visit Jon later.

The scene was a sweet dance between Mary Jane and Peter, and with my mind swirling after Tom’s confession and Jon finding us, I almost forgot how to dance. Tom placed his hand on my waist as the first few notes of Say You Won’t Let Go by James Arthur came over the speakers. Tom pulled me close as the scene began and I breathed him in.

“You look beautiful.” Tom said, following the script. I looked down, blushing, not having to act too much. There was a pause as we danced. “Mary Jane-” Tom began, hesitating.

“Peter?” I inquired, trying to look into his struggling eyes. He turned to me.

“Thank you.” He said. “Thank you for being there for me. For keeping my secret. For dealing with my...stuff...after the battle...up there.” He struggled getting the words out, mentioning the previous Infinity War movie. “I-You make me human. You keep me grounded and calm and peaceful and happy and I would have gone insane if you weren’t here in my arms right now letting me spill my guts to you.” Tom’s eyes glistened with tears, reminding everyone what a great actor he was. “I know it hasn’t been easy and I’m sorry- I’m sorry for putting you in danger and for making you keep this secret and-” I brought my hand up, cupping his face.

“I don’t care that you’re Spider-Man.” I said, looking at him fully. “I don’t care that you save people’s asses every other night or that they kick yours the rest of them. It’s an added bonus, but it’s not what I love about you.” Tom looked up from trying to hide his tears, his character shocked at my words. “I love that you’re kind, and smart. and funny, and that you bring May thai when she cries. I love that you’re selfless enough to go out every night and get you’re ass kicked for the gokod of other people.”

“Hey, not every-” Tom tried interjecting, but I held my hand up.

“Pipe down, tiger.” I said with a laugh, using Mary Jane’s pet name for Peter. “I love that you are man enough to let me hold you tight when the nightmares are too terrible and the anxiety too loud. And I love that you have shown me that not all men are shit and drink into a stupor and beat their daughters.” My voice started to break. “Sure, I like Spider-Man and all those other super dudes- but I love Peter Parker.”

By then, both of us had tears streaming down our faces. Tom embraced me into a tight hug, burying his face in my neck like he had moments before. He drew back, and kissed me lightly. He leaned his forehead against mine, looking into my eyes. We swayed with the ending notes of the song until something crashed in the corner of the gym. Tom and I both shot our heads in the direction of the noise, knowing it was Doctor Octopus revving up a fight scene. I looked at Tom.

“Go.” I said. He hesitated, looking at me. “Go!” I said it more forcefully and he nodded, pulling away from me, and running towards the wreckage.

“Cut!” Jon called. Tom slowed, turning back to me. We all looked at Jon. He threw his hands up. “That’s a wrap!”

The studio erupted in cheers and everyone embraced, celebrating the end of filming. After we celebrated a little, I went back to my trailer, thinking. I had barely gotten in the door when it was opened again. Tom barged in, surprising me.

“Tom!” I said in a scolding tone. “I could’ve been-”

“Y/N I meant it.” Tom interrupted me. I looked at him, my mind reeling. I knew what those words brought. For me it had only brought pain. Tom knew that. He understood. He wouldn’t be saying this if he wasn’t for sure. He took a step towards me, holding my waist. “I love you. I love you in this dress, I love you in sweats, I love you when you’re grouchy, I love you when you’re happy, I love everything about you.”

My head spun as I realized I felt the same way. Every thing he said. Everything my character had just said, I felt all of it. He stood there in his tux, and I stood in my dress, and I said the scariest words I could possibly muster.

“I love you, Tom.”

Tags: @prkrptr @mrshollandparker

#tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #peter parker #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #marvel #marvel imagine #spider man: homecoming #spiderman

49 notes · View notes

skinkcare-blog · 7 years

Text

90 Questions, Beauty Edition

Helloooo, I’m starting to jumpstart my blog here. I really miss it, and a few encouraging people from my school have told me to start blogging and posting about what I love which is skincare and makeup. I saw two tags on tumblr and decided to form this 90-question tag. You’re free to take this if you want it, but I’d love to see your own answers!

1. Do you remember your first makeup item?

My first makeup item was most likely a cheap kohl liner that costed me like 20 pesos or something. Bands like Panic! at the Disco, Fall Out Boy, Greenday, etc. were really famous when I was in elementary school and my best friends started getting into putting heavy black eyeliner... of course, I had to follow!

2. Describe your perfect mascara?

I’ve got straight-ass baby lashes, and I think I’ve found my holy grail: Marc Jacobs Velvet Noir mascara! It’s really good and doesn’t smudge on me. The first time I put it on I was aoskdfasdfjhaeuirjhj!!!!!! WOW!!1 Are those really MY lashes! Wow! I put it right before my law school finals and was really happy the whole time because I felt so stinking’ cute with my lashes, lol.

3. What kind of coverage do you prefer from foundation?

Full-ass coverage to hide my imperfections. But that’s usually uncomfortable, so when I just have school or stuff, I do like light coverage.

4. Favorite high-end makeup and skincare brands?

For makeup, I have a favorite brand for each item like eyeshadow, lipstick, etc. It’s hard to choose. But I freakin’ love everything that Anastasia Beverly Hills releases. For skincare, I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE Herbivore Botanicals. Everything seems to work for me and my collection of theirs is growing.

5. What cosmetic and skincare brands have you always wanted to try but still haven’t?

Boscia. Vinter’s Daughter. Sunday Riley (I keep canceling my orders because I just can’t justify the price tags. Ugh). Laneige. Indie Lee. Chanel. Giorgio Armani. Guerlain. High-end stuff my broke ass can’t ever afford, lmao.

6. Favorite drugstore brand?

Maybe L’Oreal. I love their clay masks and the Miss Manga mascara too much.

7. Do you wear fake lashes?

Yes! But they’re such a hassle, so only when I’m going to some party (or when I’m taking selfies lol)

8. Is there any kind of makeup you can’t leave the house without?

I would say lipstick, but the brows really make the face and these days I really can’t leave the house without putting on some dip brow. :( Kilay is life.

9. What is your most cherished beauty product?

I’ve got a lot since I’m finally, finally (after 120312932 trials and errors) finding my own holy grails, but it’s probably Glossier Cloud Paint in Haze. Started my whole “drunken blush” thing going on lately. It also lasts forever even on my oily skin. I put it on in the morning once, and when I went home my mom asked me “why are you so red? are you drunk?” And I just. Yassss.

10. How often do you shop for beauty products?

Too often for someone who’s kind of dirt poor and in law school, tbh. I pick up one or two items every week or two. But again, as I’m discovering my HGs, I’m trying to cut down on my impulsive buying. (It’s hard.)

11. Do you have a “beauty budget” or do you spend freely?

As long as my parents are in a good mood I spend freely... just not excessively!

12. Do you utilize coupons, reward cards and sales when you shop for products?

Of course, I try to. But sometimes I can’t wait to get my hands on a product so I just pick it up already!

13. What type of product do you buy the most of?

Lipsticks. I’ve got way too many. (70-something.)

14. Do you avoid certain ingredients in cosmetics and skincare?

Avoid parabens! And sulfates! And weird things like bird poop and horse fat! (I know right?)

15. Do you have a favorite place to shop for makeup?

Yes! Russian’s The Beauty Source in Makati! Super friendly people there. The sad thing is though, it’s all high-end. I mean I do tend to buy high-end stuff but things like La Mer are... phew. Never in a million years.

16. Do you like trying new skincare products or do you stick to a routine?

I love trying new skincare products because my skin is so problematic and I’m always trying to find things that’d work for me.

17. Favorite bath and body brand?

I like The Body Shop, but my favorite scents are from Bath and Body Works.

18. Are you clumsy applying makeup?

I’m clumsy in general. So!

19. What do you apply first, concealer or foundation?

Foundatiooon. Duh.

20. What do you love about makeup?

It’s therapeautic for me, I found out. Like it makes me feel happy and calm whenever I do my makeup. Or even just do a swatch party.

21. Lipstick, Gloss, Lip Stain, Balm, or Lip Liner?

I just discovered Peripera’s Ink Velvet tints, and though they’re a bit drying I love them. So I’ll go with those since they’re the only ones that stay on after I eat and stuff, lol.

22. How do you make your Lipstick / Lip Gloss last longer?

I use lip liner, usually. And to make them last extra long you gotta stop licking your lips! 23. How do you pick a Lip Color that looks good on your skin color?

I tend to not go for super light shades because those wash me out and just don’t look good at all on my skintone. 24. What are some cheap ways to take care of chapped lips? Good ‘ol lip butter and some sugar scrub. Or vaseline.

25. Favorite drugstore lip product? EOS lip balms are nice.

26. Favorite brand name lip product? Kylie Cosmetics (for liquid lipsticks and lip liners), Fenty Beauty (for dat mf gloss bomb!), Peripera (tints)! 27. Do you usually play up or play down your lips? Play down. I love MLBB shades. 28. Eyeliner in Pencil, Gel, or Liquid? Liquid. B-)

29. How do you do a cat eye?

I just... wing it! Honestly. I’ve been putting on fancy eyeliner since I was like 13 so I’ve got the hang of it now. (Still mess up sometimes tho. Blame the shaky hand.) 30. What do you use to remove eye makeup and mascara? Right now I either use Pixi double cleanse, Skininc coconut cleanser water, and Maybelline oil-based makeup remover. The Pixi one works the best but kind of stings my eyes. 31. How do you make your eye makeup last longer? Good eyelid primer! Setting powder! 32. Cream or Powder eye shadow? Powder since I have yet to try any cream eyeshadows. I tried using Glossier’s cloud paint in Dusk on my eyelids once... it was a weird, sticky mess. #nope 33. What tricks can you do to make your eyelashes look longer? If you’ve got baby lashes like me (who am I kidding, even babies have longer lashes than me), just use false lashes lol. 34. How do you brighten up your eyes?

Glitter eyeshadow, inner corner highlight, concealer, nude kohl liner and black as FUCK mascara. Yes. 35. What color(s) go with your eyes?

Warm shades. 36. Favorite drugstore eyeliner?

I don’t use drugstore eyeliner! 37. Favorite drugstore eyeshadow?

I also don’t use drugstore eyeshadow. I’m picky as hell. 38. Favorite drugstore mascara?

L’Oreal Miss Manga voluminous mascara forever. 39. Favorite drugstore eye pallette? Eh, pass.

40. Favorite brand name eyeliner? K-Palette eyeliner! Asia represent!

41. Favorite brand name eyeshadow? Anastasia Beverly Hills for powder eyeshadow, Stila (Magnificent Metals Glitter and Glow!) for liquid eyeshadow. 42. Favorite brand name mascara?

Marc Jacobs’ velvet noir saved my life. 43. Favorite brand name palette?

Kat Von D Shade and Light Contour palette helped me lose like 10 pounds. 45. If you can only use one eye makeup product, what would it be?

Mascara, okay. 46. What is the difference between an eye primer and an eye base?

Imo eye primers are more of like the “glue” that holds everything together and an eye base is what goes over the primer as like. The base color. Makes everything bolder, brighter and last longer. 47. Any tips on applying falsies?

Pray. 48. Favorite brand of falsies?

I really love Lilly Lashes but they’re mad expensive (like $30). 49. How do you pick your shade of foundation? Whatever says medium lmao I go with that. I’m shit at picking foundation and concealer shades but I’m usually like a pure beige/medium/warm beige/nude warm vanilla things like that. Yellowy. 50. What's a good foundation for oily skin?

ESTEE LAUDER DOUBLEWEAR FOUNDATION SAVED MY OILY ASS SKIN. 51. What's a good foundation for dry skin? I’m not sure.

52. What's a good foundation for normal skin?

Probably the Fenty Beauty foundation and every other foundation in the world, you lucky ducks. 53. How do you pick a foundation for your skin color? You pick one blindly and hope it’s a match. Hehe. 54. Tinted Moisturizer, BB Cream, or Foundation? Foundation. I love tinted moisturizers in theory but they don't work for me (for some reason the NARS one stings?) and BB creams are TOO white for me. 55. What is a BB Cream? Blemish Balm cream. Also known as the culprit for my ghastly white face in old pictures. Boo.

56. What do you use to apply your Foundation? Either a beauty blender or a foundation brush by Artis, BH Cosmetics or Real Techniques.

57. How can I make my nose look slimmer or straighter?

Contour, boo. 58. Cream, Powder, or Liquid Blush?

LIQUID BLUSH CHANGED THE GAME FOR ME. 59. Favorite foundation?

Estee Lauder doublewear.

60. Favorite concealer? The Tarte Shaptape is real good imo. Not sure if it’s holy grail material but it’s good for what it’s worth. 61. How do you conceal a pimple? I fail at that.

62. How do you conceal dark circles?

First you gotta color correct (I use the LA Girl pro concealer in the orange shade) and then you put on the concealer. Use a beauty blender to blend the orange color corrector first then the concealer. 63. How do you get rid of or lessen dark circles?

If you know the answer to this that doesn’t involve water or sleeping early, please hmu. 64. What is your daily skin care routine? Morning: wash face with my The Face Shop Dr. Belmeur foaming cleanser, tone with witch hazel, put on vitamin c suspension (The Ordinary), then Hyaluronic Acid (also The Ordinary).

Night: remove makeup with the Pixi double cleanse, cleanse with The Face Shop ^ cleanser again, use a mask, tone, put caffeine solution (The Ordinary) under eyes, put hyaluronic acid, then rosehip oil (The Ordinary).

65. What is your weekly skin care routine?

Theta’s it. I use masks like Herbivore’s Blue Tansy as often as needed and advised. 66. How do you prep your face for makeup?

PRAYER. 67. How do you take off your makeup?

Double Cleanse, wipes, and Micellar Water (Garnier). 68. What are some DIY face masks?

Honey + avocado + apple cider + oats. 69. Where can you buy face masks?

I usually purchase mine from The Face Shop, Herbivore Botanicals, L’Oreal and just korean brands. 70. What facial moisturizer do you recommend?

I don’t know. I want to try the Fresh Seaberry oil though. 71. How can I get rid of or shrink my big pores? THAT IS MY CURRENT PROBLEM. :( 72. How do you highlight your face?

I use a good high-end highlighter (my favorite one is from OFRA), wet my brush using MAC Fix+ after dipping it into the highlighter, and bam. Cheekbones, nose bridge, tip of the nose and cupid’s bow. 73. How do you contour your face?

I use either Kat Von D’s contour palette, or Too Faced’s milk chocolate soleil. 74. How often should you clean your makeup brushes? Depends on how much I use ‘em.

75. How do you clean your makeup brushes? I either use some soap + olive oil or the Daiso or Beauty Blender cleansers. 76. What are some inexpensive makeup brushes? BH Cosmetics’ are really nice!

77. Do you prefer matte or shimmer eyeshadows? I used to love matte shadows but now I super love shimmer shadow. 78. Do you prefer matte or dewy skin? Can I have dewy skin that doesn’t look oily, please.

79. Do you prefer matte or shiny lipstick / lipgloss? Matte because it lasts longer. 80. When did you start wearing makeup? Officially started getting really into it when I was like 13. 81. Who taught you to put on makeup? Myself. 82. What is your favorite brand of makeup? Already answered this!

83. What product do you never leave home without? I always have lipstick in my bag, powder be damned. 84. If you only had $50 dollars for makeup and skincare, what would you buy? I’d buy all the shit I have in my Althea cart (all skincare)! 85. Who is your favorite beauty guru on youtube? BRETMAN ROCK. Does he count? 86. How long do you take to get ready in the morning? Like half the day. 87. What online makeup store is your favorite? Sephora! 88. Who are your favorite beauty blogs on tumblr? Temptalia. Does that count? 89. How long should you keep a product? Until it ain’t spoiled, lmao.

90. What product are you hoping to buy next?

Honestly, I really want the Fresh seaberry oil and I’m waiting for it to be in stock again.

6 notes · View notes