#and i didn’t take my makeup off so all my eyeliner and mascara got into my eyes and made them sting

[brattybottomdyke]

me? yeah im totally mentally stable

also me, currently having an actual breakdown because i just took my bra off after a 9 hour day of it actually hurting my chest and leaving what are most likely permanent marks and indentations on my skin

[mayearies]

BONITO .. miles g. morales ⟡

󠀠󠀠󠀠󠀠󠀠󠀠 “can you like—hold still for two seconds?”

✦ synopsis miles and you haven’t seen each other in a long while. so, you convinced your ma to let him stay the weekend. and now here you are, putting makeup on his face.

✦ genre hugs n kisses

✦ disclaimer thanks @moonpiies for letting me leech lmao

“baby. mami. seriously?” miles groaned as you traced the brush along his eyelid. maybe this was a mistake. the only ‘enjoyment’ he was getting out of this is you being near him. “i thought i was already handsome.”

“you are, i just wanna mess with your face for a little bit.” you kissed his cheek lightly. you liked the sight of him being all pouty like this. it was cute. “now hold still so i don’t get this in your eye.”

he rolled his eyes dramatically before closing them and letting you do your magic. you had so many plans after this. blush, highlighter, maybe some mascara if you can sneak it in? he did have long eyelashes, after all.

you hummed with a smile, “seems like i’m a victim of the sassy men apocalypse, huh?” miles opened his other eye, giving you a squinted pout. as much as he didnt enjoy this, he didnt want you to leave, “i’m not sassy.”

you gave a judgemental look as you stopped. leaving you both in silence for a few seconds. “what? you expect my answer to change? i’m not sassy, mami.” your expression turned playful and smug, “you want me to ask your mom?”

his face froze, lifting his eyebrows and shaking his head rapidly. “nuh uh. cause you know she’s gonna tell you the truth and a whole lot more of what you dont know.” you raised an eyebrow, “which is very little.”

“aand… done!” he sighed a sigh of relief when he heard those words, he walked into the bathroom to look at it—it actually didn’t look bad at all on him. “what do you think?”

“hm..” it did feel weird though, did you put too much on? “can i take this off your hands? just for a little while.”

“i got the prowler to start wearing eyeliner? wow.”

“see, now you’re pushing it.”

@ mayearies , no swiping!

[lissrissye]

𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔭𝔲𝔱 𝔪𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔲𝔭 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪… 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫?

✿•˖* ㅤ synopsis ; they bought you makeup when you went shopping yesterday. you wanted to test it out on them because they had the perfect features! long eyelashes, plump lips, etc. (or you just did it for fun-)

✿•˖* notes ; i got lazy so i may or may not post the “they slap you during an argument”, sorry ya’ll ! 😭🙏💗

✿•˖* includes ; osamu dazai, nakahara chuuya, ryunosuke akutagawa, edgar allan poe, and fyodor~ ❥

✿•˖* genre ; sweet romance, fluff, safe for work !

ᴏꜱᴀᴍᴜ ᴅᴀᴢᴀɪ is quite playful when you first asked if you could apply your makeup on him. He doesn’t mind at all, and he likes to play around with you as you test your makeup on him. He has soft, plump lips, so you decided putting some of your brand new lipsticks on him. The bratty brunette smudges the pink lipstick with his thumb once you take a step back to see how it looks. His specialty is to annoy you, really. Of course, you crossed you arms at him, but he just charmingly smirked at you in response, making your heart melt. —“Do I look like a beautiful princess?~”

You hated how he could just get away with anything with that smirk you loved oh too much. As you started to put eyeliner on your beloved, since he has perfect-shaped eyes, your beloved just decided to move around and mess you up. At this point, he was irritating you.

You had to offer him cuddles and kisses later for him to cooperate. You took a step back, taking a quick picture before you were about to wipe the makeup off him. However, he wanted to show it off… He ended up walking around Yokohama with the full-face of makeup on, not ashamed. You were humiliated by your detective lover’s behavior.

ɴᴀᴋᴀʜᴀʀᴀ ᴄʜᴜᴜʏᴀ is annoyed when you request to put your makeup on him. He accepted in the end, but it took a lot of begging—… you had to go on your knees and plead him with your sad, adorable puppy eyes. Your arrogant, ginger-haired boyfriend could never say “no” to you anyways, you were his only weakness. During the process, he would complain, grumble, or groan loudly to get your attention, trying to demonstrate just how much he doesn’t like this at all.

—“Just know I’m only doing this because I know nobody else would put up with this bullshit.” The Port Mafia executive spoke with his signature scowl as you put mascara on him. You know just how much he despised being or looking vulnerable and inferior, especially in front of you. Though, he secretly enjoys this moment because he’s with you. That was the one benefit to him in this. You didn’t notice it, but a soft smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as you were occupied looking for blush.

Once you turned around, he quickly dropped the grin of his and acted all tough and irritated again. He was trying not to smile so hard… you look so excited, it was adorable to him. He had to look away to prevent himself from letting a smirk come across his face.

ʀʏᴜɴᴏꜱᴜᴋᴇ ᴀᴋᴜᴛᴀɢᴀᴡᴀ is flustered when you abruptly approach him with the objective to test your brand new makeup products on him. He was surprised at first, then his face slowly turned red in embarrassment. He didn’t want to just shoo you away, but at the same time, he doesn’t want to look pathetic with makeup on… those sad, pleading eyes of yours looking up at him… how could he just send you off?

—“Fine, just not to much… okay, my… lo-love?” Your dark-eyed dear told you. He was such a sweetheart in the interior, hesitating to call you a cute name, even as simple as ‘my love’, since the poor boy had never received love before, making it difficult for him to be romantic with you. When you sat him down, you feel his body is tense. He was unsure about this. You then instructed him to shut his eyes tight so you can put eyeshadow on him. He was obedient despite how much it hurt ego. After you’ve finished putting eyeshadow on Akutagawa’s eyelids, you noticed his cheeks a warm, pink hue.

—“Huh, I don’t recall applying blush on your cheeks…” You thought, and in response, Akutagawa just looked away in silence. He tried avoiding the subject so you wouldn’t realize he was really flustered because of you.

ᴇᴅɢᴀʀ ᴀʟʟᴀɴ ᴘᴏᴇ is shy when you distracted him from writing his mystery novel for Ranpo to solve, with the desire of adding your makeup products to test on him. He immediately looked away with a bright, cherry-red face as you sat on his lap, putting your products on his desk and moving his novel aside for a moment. With shaky hands, her puts his hands on your hips to support you, as the last thing he wanted was for you to fall off his lap.

—“Ok-okay… please don’t overdo it th-though, sweetheart…” Your timid darling spoke in a quiet voice as you start to put foundation on his face. You lifted the hair from his face just to see him already looking down at you with a gentle, loving and affectionate look. He allowed you to tap foundation on his forehead, use your brush to put blush on his cheeks, use mascara on him, etc. He was okay with it as long as you didn’t use to much of your products on him.

When you had finished, he turned you around so he could continue working on his novel with you on his lap. He felt very hot, so you wondered if he had a fever. In reality, he was just so humiliated that his entire body felt hot.

ᴅᴏꜱᴛᴏᴇᴠꜱᴋʏ ꜰʏᴏᴅᴏʀ is neutral when he felt your arms embrace his torso from behind, seeking to use your makeup products on him. He turned around, carrying you to your shared bedroom, setting you down and sitting on the bed. You sprinted to your desk, grabbing hold of all the new products he had purchased for you.

—“You have my permission, myshka. Just as long you remove it once your done.” Fyodor cooed with a soothing voice in your ear, stroking your smooth hair with his pale, cold hands. You smiled brightly as you reached for red lipstick and lipgloss to start off with. It was wine-red, and your terrorist beloved seemed to enjoy the color. He kissed your cheek as soon as you finished layering the lipstick with lipgloss, leaving a mark on your cheek. He knew just how to fluster you. You didn’t even bother to rub it off and just proceeded to put highlighter at the corner of his eyes, as well as contour on his nose, etc.

As you were finishing up putting highlighter on your boyfriend’s nose, Fyodor was in a trance, captivated by your beauty, as if he got hypnotized by you. Though, your didn’t pick up on this.

[brattyfork]

his girl

summary: chris’ gf convinces him to make fresh love skirts

warnings: hair pulling, face fucking (kinda) nothing super crazy :3 super long tho, you can skip to the hearts, that’s where the fun stuff starts :>

my boyfriends brand has really been taking off lately. he’s reaching people outside of his fans so he’s been trying to add more clothing types. i suggested he should make a tennis skirt, just a simple one with the logo on it. he loved this idea and started getting it in the works.

once chris got them in he surprised me with it, a short white tennis skirt with “FRESH LOVE” on the right side. it was cuter than i could’ve ever imagined. he said that since i came up with the idea he wanted me and some of my friends to be the models for it. i, of course, said yes and texted madi and some of my other girlfriends.

they all said yes so chris set up the shoot date and told us all when to be there. i told chris i’d meet him there with the girls. i wanted to pick up my ladies and get hyped up before.

i picked them up, listening to madi’s “badbitch” playlist the whole way. i texted chris that we were there and he was already out front to show us where to go. he led us into the studio that had a little leather loveseat and an arm chair, the set looked good. chris got pulled away for “business” stuff so the girls and i made out way to the dressing room area. it was super cool, like something out of a movie, there were a bunch of mirror with lights around them over vanities with cute stools in front of each one. one of the makeup artists saw us oogling the room and pulled us all in, introducing us to the three people that would be doing our hair and makeup. we all took seats while they got all their stuff set up and we got started.

chris had asked me before what kind of makeup i thought we should do. i told him something simple so we didn’t take away from the clothes. my artist put me in a light but pigmented blue eyeshadow, lowkey winged eyeliner, mascara, some clear lip gloss and a shit ton of glittery highlighter. i loved the way it looked. madi and the other girls had something similar, altered based on their face shape, skin tone and what outfit they’d be in. we decided simple curls would be best, everyone’s being a bit different due to their hair type but it looked better that way.

it was time to get dressed and i was psyched. even though i had seen the skirts, i hadn’t tried them on. my skirt was white with the blue “fresh” and “love” heart on the corner, it hugged my hips perfectly and was just long enough to cover me. my stylist and i decided it would go best with a blue and white striped sweater. the other girls had different logo variations on their skirts, madi had the little deer while my other friend wore one with the “F” and the heart by it. we had all brought our own simple silver jewelry to go with our outfits and we decided we needed a little something more. madi slipped on some below the knee socks that ended up being over the knee anyway and i had some white knitted leg warmers. chris had already picked out shoes for every outfit, all sneakers of course. we slipped them on and tied them, giggling and squealing about how hot we looked. we took some pictures in the mirrors before chris knocked on the door.

“yall decent in there?” he slowly opened the door, showing his hand over his eyes. i said yes and he uncovered his eyes.

“you guys look great, we ready?” he said to all of us but he didn’t take his eyes off mine. the girls all said yes, making their way out the door past chris. i was behind them all hoping to see chris for a moment. i walked up to him, he looked me up and down, starting at the hem of my skirt, going all the way up to my head before looking back at my shoes.

“one of your shoes is untied baby”

“oh shit” i said as i began to kneel down to tie them

“let me do it” he beat me to the floor, sitting on one knee. he tied my shoe in a very methodical and particular way, then looked up at me and it was like the butterflies in my stomach had been given crack. he pushed himself up off his knee and slinked his arm around my waist. leaning into me, he moved my hair out of the way of my neck so he could leave a wet open mouthed kiss on my neck below my ear.

“you look so fucking good” he whispered in that low sultry voice i love so much. he placed a short kiss back below my ear and pulled away, leaving me standing there, frozen. chris started walking, noticing that i wasn’t behind him, he stopped and looked back at me. he held his hand out for me to grab, innocently staring at me as if nothing had happened. we both knew what he was doing, i could play that game too.

we started the shoot with pictures of just us girls in cute poses that showed off the skirts. i made sure to keep eye contact with chris, every time i looked back at him his pupils had dilated so his eyes were almost completely black when we were done.

after we had gotten all the ones of the girls, the director waved chris over.

“okay we’re gonna do some with just chris and his girl” he stated loudly, hinting for the other girls to move off set. they were done for the day so they started collecting their things. chris and i did some basic shots, sitting next to each other on the couch with his arm around me before he got up and sat in the arm chair next to the couch. i looked at him confused.

“come sit on my lap” i gave him a look but he tapped his thigh beckoning me over. i walked over to him, thinking this would be the perfect time to tease him a bit. i got situated on one of his thighs and crossed my legs. i could feel his very obvious half boner beneath my hip, realizing why he wanted me to sit on his lap. we took quite a few pictures, altering the position slightly every other shot. everytime i moved on him i made sure to press whatever body part was convenient to the area, pulling soft groans from him while he gave me warning looks.

we had finished with the shoot but i wasn’t satisfied. i got up off his lap, a tiny whine coming from him at the loss of pressure. i pulled one of the rings from my fingers and “accidentally” dropped it in front of me.

“whoops” i said almost comically. i bent down to pick up the ring, my backside turned to him, giving him a full view of my light blue lady panties i had on underneath the skirt. i stood back up slowly and wiggled my hips a bit, essentially shaking my ass in his face. when i turned to face him his eyes were dark, the smallest ring of blue surrounding his pupils. he adjusted himself as subtly as he could before standing up and walking past me.

chris went to wrap up the business end of the shoot and i made my way back to the dressing room. i passed my friends who had called their boyfriends to pick them up, saying quick goodbyes. when i got to the dressing room, madi was on one of the little stools.

“hey do you need a ride home?”

“nah my moms gonna take me, she’s just finishing up with the photographers and stuff”

“oh okay”

“dude, chris has been looking at you like he wants to eat you all day”

i blushed a little, slightly embarrassed that she had noticed our behavior.

“yeah i might’ve teased him a bit, i might be fucked”

“yeah i should hope so” we laughed over my choice of words, continuing to talk before we heard laura speak behind us. she stood in the door way with chris next to her with the scariest smile i’ve ever seen on his face.

“ready madi?”

“yep” she got up and grabbed her bag. “good luck” she whispered to me.

“you guys good?” laura asked chris and i. i started to respond but he beat me to it.

“yeah we’re fine” he said, not breaking eye contact with me.

they said their goodbyes and chris watched them turn a corner before closing the door locking it behind him.

🫀🫀🫀🫀🫀🫀🫀🫀🫀🫀🫀🫀

“you’ve been quite the tease today” he said while making his way over to the vanity i was sitting at. i stayed seated, too nervous to move.

once he was in front of me, he caressed my cheek, slowly moving his hand to the back of my neck.

“nothing to say now?” he taunted, tilting his head to the side. i opened my mouth slightly, trying to get any words out but i truly had nothing to say. he quickly moved his hand to the back of my neck, weaving his fingers into my hair before harshly pulling. my head flung backward, making me gasp louder than i would’ve liked.

“i asked you a fucking question slut”

“n-no daddy, just wanted to have a little fun”

“oh we’re gonna have a lot of fun” the knot in my stomach becoming tighter at his words. he moved his face closer, ghosting his lips against mine.

“are you gonna be good baby?”

“yes daddy, wanna make you feel good”

he finally connected our lips and tugged on my hair again, causing me to open my mouth just enough for him to slide his tongue in. his tongue ran over ever inch of my mouth, claiming it as his own.

“get on your knees sweet girl” he released my hair from his grip. i pouted at his order, the floor was basically concrete. his eyes didn’t soften though so i gave in, moving off my stool and kneeling on the cold hard floor in front of him. he moved his hand back to my cheek while undoing his belt and pants with the other hand.

“so pretty for me baby” he cooed, letting his cock spring up out of his boxers and slap his stomach. i looked up at him for permission and he nodded his head ever so slightly.

i licked my way up the underside of him, feeling every individual vein on my tongue before taking the tip into my mouth. i sucked on just the tip for a second while he watched me, neither of us breaking eye contact. i slowly took more of him into my mouth, making him let out a soft groan.

“fuck so good baby” i moaned at his praise, sending vibrations down his cock. this made him grab the top of my head by my hair and force himself down my throat, making me gag and struggle.

“i know baby, breathe through your nose… just like that, that’s my girl” i did as he said, breathing through my nose as calmly as i could. the second i got used to it, he began slowly fucking my mouth, his speed increasing with every thrust as he used me. at this point i was drooling and had tears running down my face, stained black from the makeup.

“i’m close baby” he warned me. i was trying to prepare myself for his load when he shot hot cum down my throat. i gagged before swallowing, keeping his gaze. i was catching my breath when he leaned down in front of me.

“what do you say sweetheart?”

“thank you daddy”

“good girl, i think you deserve a reward, don’t you?” i smiled and nodded frantically, making him chuckle.

he stood up, reaching his hands out for me to grab. he helped me up, making sure i was stable before taking his hands back to slip his shirt off. i stood staring at his torso, mesmerized by every inch of him. he smiled before grabbing at the hem of my sweater and pulling it off me.

“turn around, lean on the table” referring to the vanity behind me. i followed his orders, shuddering as i laid my stomach on the cold surface. i looked up to see him standing behind me via the mirror attached to the vanity, smirking.

he reached up under my skirt to grab my panties before dragging them down my legs. he left small kisses on the backs of my thighs and calves in his wake, causing the puddle in between my legs to grow. he ran one of his hands up the inside of my leg, making me whine louder as he got closer to where i needed him. he finally placed his hand over my pussy while bringing his other hand to unclasp my bra.

“so wet for me baby”

i whimpered at his words, “please daddy, need you”

he said nothing before slipping a finger into me at an agonizingly slow rate. i let out frustrated moans, desperate for more.

“use your words angel”

“more please, i need more” he slipped a second finger into me, giving into my pleas.

“fuck thank you daddy” he was thrusting his two fingers into me at the perfect pace, i could feel myself coming undone.

“daddy gonna cum, can i cum?” i babbled out.

“go ahead baby, cum all over my fingers”

i let go with his permission, my legs shaking from the pleasure. before i could fully come down from my high, i felt something prodding my entrance. i looked up into the mirror, meeting his gaze. he looked to me for consent, i nodded my head, not being able to stand another second without him inside me. he pushed into me, watching my face contort with pleasure, not once breaking eye contact.

chris wasted no time, instantly pounding into me at an insane pace, his hands squeezing my hips. the feeling overtook my body, forcing my head down on the table. he weaved his fingers through my hair to pull my head up roughly, forcing me to face the mirror.

“look at yourself while i’m fucking you”

i let out a high pitched squeal as he sped up his thrusts, i could feel myself nearing the edge.

“daddy fuck can i cum?”

“do you think you deserve to cum slut?”

“please daddy i’ve been so good”

“i think you should beg me”

i threw my dignity out the window, needing to cum more ever.

“please daddy please let me cum” he just stared at me, unconvinced.

“fuck- PLEASE”

“love when you beg me like a whore, go ahead, cum all over me” i let go before he could even finish his sentence.

“fuck i love when you cum on my cock, so fucking tight” he grunted out. his sharp thrusts became uncoordinated and sloppy.

i heard him let out a loud groan before i felt him release inside me, the feeling so incredible, so warm and full, i could stay there forever. he fucked into me slowly, riding out his high before leaning down to lay on my back.

i turned my head to him, “i think you should make panties next”

a/n: sorry this is so late and so fucking long holy shit. i’ve had this idea for like 2 weeks now but didn’t rly know how to execute it. i really like how it turned out, hope yall feel the same :3

[justagalwhowrites]

New in Town - Ch. 9: Second New Year

Ringing in the New Year after you and Joel's first year together. The last chapter of New in Town, found in its entirety on Tumblr here.

Pairing: Best Friend's Dad!Joel Miller x Female Reader

CW: Smut :D. No use of Y/N. Age gap (reader is 35 Joel is 47, not a focus of the fic). Minors DNI, 18+ only

Length: 6.3k

AO3 | First Chapter | Previous Chapter

“Sarah, if you don’t stop fucking with that it’s never going to stay,” you said, glaring at her in the mirror as you drew on eyeliner. 

“It’s driving me insane,” she groaned, leaning so close to the hotel bathroom mirror that she was fogging it with her breath, adjusting the false eyelashes for what had to be the millionth time. 

“Yeah, because you keep fucking with them,” you said. “You have to give yourself time to adjust to them. Or just take them off because I’m not spending half the night fixing them for you, drawing the line in the sand now.” 

“You are absolutely no fun,” she said but she smiled all the same. “It’s New Year’s Eve, I want to look extra good. Plus Nick thinks the long lashes are hot and I am ready for hotel room sex.” 

“I didn’t hear that,” Maria called from the bedroom where she was putting on her dress. 

“Hotel room sex, hotel room sex, hotel room sex!” Sarah called back. 

You laughed, picking up your mascara. 

“I don’t think it works like Beetlejuice where you say it enough times it just shows up.”

Sarah laughed back. 

“Fuck I hope not,” she said. “Really don’t want to manifest hotel room sex in front of my aunt and my mom.” 

She said the last word with a drawn out teasing edge and you had to pull the mascara wand away from your face so you didn’t end up with makeup in your eye from laughing so hard. 

“Swear to God if you don’t stop calling me that I will marry your dad just to spite you,” you said once you calmed down again. 

“You’re basically already married anyway,” Sarah said. “For the record, I would be fine with it.” 

You paused for a second, putting more mascara on the wand and looking at her in the mirror. 

“Yeah?” You asked. 

“Yeah,” she smiled at you in her reflection. “But don’t expect Mother’s Day gifts from me if it ever happens.” 

You snorted, returning to your makeup. 

“Better get a bouquet, box of chocolates, the whole nine for holding your hair when you get drunk.” 

You couldn’t believe it was already New Year’s Eve again. The last year had gone by so fast it didn’t seem like it could have contained quite as much as it did. But you’d spent almost the entire time so blissfully happy that it made sense that the time felt so damn short. 

Things with Joel had been going so well before Sarah found out that it was hard to believe it could really get better, but it did. Not feeling like you were hiding from the most important person in both your lives was like losing a weight you didn’t even know you were carrying. Neither of you were dancing around talking about how you were spending your time now, not being careful about what pictures you sent her and not having to just pretend like a huge part of your life didn’t exist when talking with her. 

When she went back to Seattle after Thanksgiving, the three of you started having weekly FaceTime calls, you and Joel sometimes on your couch or at his kitchen table or even in a hotel room in New Orleans once when you decided to get away for your first trip together as a couple. 

That Christmas had been the best you’d ever had. Not that there was much competition but Joel and Sarah both had completely brought you into all their holiday traditions. The driving around to look at Christmas lights with a thermos of hot cocoa, the annual trip to Mi Tierra in San Antonio so you could properly appreciate the Christmas lights that apparently were up year round. When Sarah came back to town a few days before Christmas, she dragged you and Joel to the mall and made the three of you take a picture with Santa. You got some funny looks in line - three full blown adults with nary a kid in sight - but Sarah whispered something to woman getting ready to take the picture and she smiled and nodded, helping the three of you get arranged for the photo. You sat lightly on one of Santa’s knees, Sarah on the other, Joel leaning against the side of the large chair. Joel insisted on getting the actual printed photo and, when you picked it up, they also handed you a candy cane and a small Santa figurine. You frowned at it for a second.

“First Santa visits should be commemorated,” the woman behind the counter smiled. “Merry Christmas!” 

You looked at Sarah for a second, worried you might cry and she smiled. 

“You have a Christmas decoration now,” she said. “But if you really don’t want it at your place, we can add it to the Christmas village at Dad’s!” 

You just hugged her and she laughed, hugging you back. 

That Christmas, the figurine and the picture sat on the book shelf in your living room, right where you could see them from your couch. The perfect image of the kind of life you’d always wanted to have, one that was filled with people who loved you. 

This year, the figurine and picture were at Joel’s because you were, too. 

Your lease was up in the fall and, by that point, the two of you were having a hard time remembering the last time you’d slept apart. You were wondering how to broach the subject with Joel - did you just ask if you could move into his house? Was not quite a year of knowing each other too soon? Did you just find a new apartment and never mention it? - when he brought it up one night over dinner. 

“Your lease is comin’ up soon, right?” He asked and you froze for a second, a bite of enchilada on your fork half way to your mouth. 

“Yeah,” you said when you remembered how to move and respond again. “Six weeks I think? They want me to decide whether or not I’m staying within the next two…” 

“Have you thought about if you might want to move in with me?” He asked, his jaw tense but his eyes soft. “Only if… you know… you thought you were ready for that. Just figure I’m at yours or you’re at mine most nights anyway and…” 

“Joel,” you smiled, setting your fork down and leaning on the table with your arms crossed in front of you. “Are you asking me to move in with you?” 

“Only if you wanted,” he said quickly. “Not tryin’ to… I dunno… put pressure on you or something. Never tried to do this before so…” 

You pressed your lips together, trying not to laugh. More at yourself than at Joel. Because of course he was thinking what you were thinking. Of course you were in the same place on this. Of course you were both nervous about bringing it up to each other. 

“I’d love to move in with you,” you said once you were sure you had yourself together. “As long as you’re offering because that’s what you really want and not because you think you should.” 

“Oh I want it,” he was smiling now and leaning toward you across the table. “Was considering just taking stuff from your place and moving it to mine, get you in the door before you even knew it was happening.” 

“That what happened to my sexy underwear?” You teased. 

“Nah,” he waved you off. “I stole those to jerk off with when you’re not there because you don’t live with me yet. Can have ‘em back when we unpack the moving truck.” 

You moved in a few weeks later. Joel cleared out most of his closet, his jeans and button downs taking up only a small corner of it to begin with, and built you shelving for your purses and shoes. He made space for your things throughout his home, for your favorite pots and pans in the kitchen, for your decorations in the living room. Setting aside the bits and pieces of his life to make sure it could hold yours, too. If he’d asked you to marry him in that moment, you’d have said yes in a heartbeat. 

“Oh shit,” you sighed, rifling through your makeup bag. “I think I left my fucking lipstick in my room…” 

You went to get your room key from your clutch but Sarah plopped a tube of lipstick in front of you first. 

“Use mine,” she said. “I’m almost ready and I don’t want to waste time with you up down three floors and all the way over to your room before we go to the party. I want cocktails, I want music and I want to flirt with my hot boyfriend while I wear a slutty dress.” 

“Maria is still getting dressed, I’ve got five minutes…” 

“No you don’t!” She called from the bedroom before coming to the bathroom door and turning around. “Zip me?” 

You laughed and obeyed, Maria adjusting the dress a bit before turning back around. 

“Hey sexy mama!” You whooped at her. “That looks like it was made for you.” 

“Right?” She flung her long braids over her shoulder before admiring herself in the full length mirror on the bathroom door. “My pregnancy boobs have shown up but the bump is still in hiding. It’s the perfect dress moment, had to take advantage of it.” 

“Hear that little one?” Sarah said, looking toward Maria’s lower stomach. “You’re making your mom look hot!” 

“Hotter,” you corrected. “They’re making their mom look hotter.” 

You settled for Sarah’s lipstick and the three of you headed for the elevator to go meet up with the guys. 

Your first New Year’s Eve with Joel had been far more low key. Sarah was in town and Joel invited Tommy and Maria over to watch the ball drop. You’d ordered pizza and gotten drunk and played charades with your boyfriend’s family and, at midnight, kissed Joel so deeply that you could taste the champagne on his tongue. 

This year, you had plenty to celebrate. It was Maria and Tommy’s last one before they became parents - you highly doubted they’d be up until midnight next year. Sarah had gotten promoted and you’d gotten her a job at the Austin branch in August. She had moved back to town just a few months before you moved in with Joel and the three of you had found a comfortable - if unusual - dynamic as a family. And it felt like you had finally found everything you’d ever truly wanted. 

Instead of staying home this New Year’s Eve, you all decided to go to a party at one of the nice hotels in Houston. You’d all gotten hotel rooms so no one had to drive and the boys had all gone on ahead to the rooftop bar to hold a table while the three of you got ready to go. 

“Crap, one sec,” Sarah said, frowning at her phone as the three of you went for the elevator. “Left something in the room, wait for me, OK? I don’t want to try to find them on my own!” 

You and Maria watched her run back to her room - where the three of you had been getting ready - and you frowned as she tottered on her high heels. 

“Is she acting weird?” You asked as Maria leaned against the wall. 

“Sarah?” Maria laughed. “She’s always weird.” 

She came back a few minutes later, tugging her dress down as she went and a little breathless when she got there. 

“OK,” she smiled and took a deep breath. “Now we’re good!” 

You were almost giddy as you rode the elevator up to the party, feeling the thud of music through the elevator doors before they opened. 

It was hard to say why you were just so excited. It wasn’t like you’d never been to a party before - you and Sarah had rung in the New Year at a party a lot like this one that your office had handled the advertising for in Seattle one year - but it felt like something new. Like you were stepping into the first year of your life where everything had finally fallen into place. 

“Hey!” Tommy yelled, standing and waving his arm over his head as he saw the three of you leave the elevator. You could barely hear him over the thud of the bass. “Over here!” 

“How many beers do you think he’s had?” Maria asked conspiratorially and you laughed. 

“Probably the same number mine has,” you replied, smiling at Joel as he craned his neck to get a better look at you. 

“Holy hell woman,” he said, getting out of the round booth as you got to the table. He pressed a kiss to your cheek and dropped his voice low. “Not sure I’m gonna take that dress off you later, might need to leave it on.” 

You smiled as he gave you a squeeze and you sat down, Joel sliding in beside you, one hand of his going below the table to the inside of your thigh. 

One thing that hadn’t changed in the last year was just how insatiable the two of you were for each other. You kept waiting for it to calm down a bit, to stop looking at him and immediately start thinking of how to get him alone and naked as quickly as possible. But Joel was still the single sexiest man you’d ever seen and was still far and away the best in bed. You couldn’t help but want to fuck him all day every day. You were just thankful he seemed to feel the same way about you. 

One of your favorite things about living with Joel was your after work routine. When you managed to make it so you left the office around the same time Joel left his job site, you’d join him in the shower, your hair in a knot on top of your head to keep from getting too soaked, Joel still a little sweaty and dirty from a hard day’s work. Sometimes, you just enjoyed each other. You loved the quiet intimacy of it, of being in such a private space together in just your skin, helping him wash the day from his body before he pulled you against him under the water. Other times, Joel pressed you against the cool tile and fucked into you, hard and fast and eager, making your back arch as your leg wrapped around him, the heat of his mouth and the steam filling you when you kissed him. 

The new routines had just given you more reasons and opportunities to fuck, it seemed, instead of sex getting lost in the monotony of daily life. Sometimes it was in the middle of late night TV when you were both getting tired on the couch. Sometimes it was when you were putting away laundry. Sometimes it was when you were making dinner. 

It was just that, sometimes, it required… additional boundaries. 

Sarah had a key to Joel’s place, of course, but she quickly learned that she needed to announce herself before just coming in the door when she wasn’t expected, her walking in the house without warning when he was deep inside of you while you were draped over the kitchen counter was a little too close for comfort for all three of you. 

“I have literally never wanted to know less about your sex life,” she shuddered a few hours later when you were sitting in Joel’s back yard, fully clothed with a beer in your hand. 

You laughed. 

“Never wanted you to know less about it so that works just fine for me.” 

You, Joel and Sarah all had dinner together at least once a week, another routine you’d come to love, and you got Sarah all to yourself most days over lunch, happy for the chance to laugh with your best friend.

You weren’t sure life could get much better. 

“Oh sweet!” Sarah said as the waitress came by the table, tray of drinks in hand, passing a cosmopolitan to Sarah. “Who knew this was just what I wanted?” 

“Happy to take credit for that,” Nick smiled, kissing her cheek and you smiled at him. He was a relatively new addition to Sarah’s life but he seemed promising. You’d never seen her quite so giddy over a guy before and you were trying not to mention it so you wouldn’t jinx it. 

When she finally owned up to being hung up on the man, though, you were going to start teasing her as relentlessly as she’d been teasing you. You were getting double wedding jokes lined up and ready, waiting for the perfect moment to hit her with it. 

But it was a holiday. You’d take it easy on her for a little while longer. Assuming she stopped calling you Mom. 

Joel had been paying attention too, it seemed, and the server handed you a mojito. Appropriate, since you’d just been lamenting the fact that you didn’t have fresh mint at home just two nights before. 

“How often are you really gonna muddle mint for a drink?” Joel asked, barely contained smile on his face. 

“At least once in a while!” You laughed. “Come on, we could do a whole herb garden in the yard…” 

“You are not gonna keep a garden alive.” 

“Yes I will!” You protested. He raised his eyebrows at you, incredulous. “If I have the motivation of cocktails I will.” 

“Fine,” he sighed but still smiled, kissing your forehead. “In spring I’ll build you a garden and you can kill as many herbs as you want, Beautiful.”

“Is this supposed to bribe me into you not making me a garden?” You teased, taking a sip of the drink. 

“Baby, I will make you whatever makes you smile,” he kissed your exposed shoulder. “But if I’m saving the lives of some poor, innocent plants by ordering you a cocktail…” 

You laughed and kissed him, the scratch of his facial hair on your skin comforting and familiar. 

The party really picked up not long after you got there and you, Sarah and Maria went to dance while the guys hung back to talk for a bit. 

“You don’t think they’re being too hard on him do you?” Sarah asked, watching the table. 

“Oh I’m sure they’re being super nice,” you said. “Joel and Tommy have never been protective of you, not once.” 

“Oh God,” she groaned but she smiled. 

“Wouldn’t worry too much,” you laughed. “It looks like he’s weathering it well.” 

“Hold on,” Maria smiled and shook her head. “We can get him some help…” 

She started waving to Tommy, who clapped Nick on the shoulder and got out of the booth to join his wife on the dance floor. You looked at Joel, eyebrows raised, until he met your gaze and you saw him sigh and smile before heading your way. 

You put your arms around his neck and kissed him, pressing tightly to him and feeling every line of him through your clothes. His hands went to your waist, pulling you closer. 

“You tryin’ to distract me?” He asked when you pulled away. 

“Trying to get you to play nice,” you teased. 

“Always play nice,” he said as you turned around in his hold, your ass going back against his hardening length. He lowered his lips to your ear, his breath hot on your skin. “Except when you ask me not to.” 

You resisted the urge to drag him back to your hotel room right that second. Instead, you pressed yourself harder against him, moving your body in time to the pulsing, thrumming rhythm. His hands slid to your hips and you couldn’t help but think of how they felt on your bare skin. 

But you managed to keep it together for a few songs, dancing until you were breathless and you really couldn’t take it anymore. You draped yourself around Joel again, pressing your lips to his ear. 

“Order me a water and another mojito,” you said, your hand sliding into his pocket, brushing his half hard cock through his jeans, as you grabbed your phone. “And check your texts.” 

You didn’t give him a chance to respond, just meeting his wide eyes for a moment before slipping into the crowd. You went around to the pool area of the rooftop, far quieter than the bar and the dance floor, the lounge chairs all stacked up next to a storage space that looked like it would provide the perfect cover from the dance floor. You took a selfie with just a glimpse of the thudding party in the background and texted it to him. 

“Come find me.” 

It didn’t take him long, coming around the corner while glancing back over his shoulder, looking nervous. You grabbed a fistful of his shirt and pulled him into you, your back against the storage room. 

“You are up to no good,” he said, pressing you back against the wall, his mouth covering yours, his body warm against the cool night air. “Tryin’ to get us kicked out of the damn hotel?” 

His hand went to your breast, anyway.

“We can keep our clothes on,” you panted against him. “Be very well behaved. Like that time in the bathroom.” 

“Fuck, Beautiful,” he groaned, putting his thigh between your legs, your skirt covering part of his jeans. He rocked his hips against you, his hands going to your waist, the outline of his hard cock against your stomach. “Wanna make me come in my pants like a fucking teenager?” 

“Don’t think we’re making it to midnight any other way,” you were needy, aching as you ground your pussy down on the straining muscle of his leg. 

“Still gonna let me fuck you later?” He kissed down your neck, rutting harder against you, your hands on his shoulders, grip tightening. 

“You think I’m starting a new year without you inside me as soon as possible you’re insane.” 

He laughed a little and nipped at your collarbone before pulling you tighter against his leg, making you moan. You started working yourself harder and faster against him, pulling him tighter to you, your wetness soaking your panties. 

“You’re close, aren’t you, Baby?” He asked, voice dark. Your motions stuttered but you nodded frantically against him. “Gonna come all over my fucking leg aren’t you? Come from just riding my fucking thigh?” 

You were close enough that you’d lost the ability to speak. You just nodded again and he kissed you, hard and messy and deep and you pressed yourself firmly against his leg as you fell apart, the tight coil inside yourself snapping as your clit throbbed against him. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He gasped as he pressed his cock hard against you and you felt him throbbing there, spilling into his jeans before slumping against you. His nose brushed yours for a moment and you smiled, kissing him lightly. 

“You’re going to kill me,” he laughed a little breathlessly. “More than a year into this and you still want me to fuck you so bad you’re dragging me away from a party?” 

“That’s nothing,” you teased. “Wait until we’re really old and we’re finding ways to sneak around the nursing home.” 

He laughed and kissed you again. 

“Love you so fuckin’ much.” 

It was easier to focus on the party after that. Tommy gave Joel a look when you made it back to the table and Joel told him to mind his own business and you laughed and drank your mojito. 

By the time midnight rolled around, you’d been pleasantly tipsy for more than an hour, draping yourself over Joel at every opportunity when you weren’t dancing with Sarah and Maria. As the countdown started, the six of you crowded onto the dance floor with everyone else, champagne in hand, Joel’s arm around you as he held you to his side. 

“Three, two, one!” 

Joel turned you to him and kissed you before you’d even had a chance to yell happy New Year and you sank into him, almost forgetting about the drink in your hand until some of it dribbled down your wrist, making you laugh against his lips. 

“Couldn’t let a second of the year go by before I kissed you for the first time,” he said, his lips still close to yours. The knot of heat and wanting that had eased after your antics earlier was back with full force. 

“Good,” you said quietly, drinking in the hungry look in his eyes. 

“It’s supposed to be a toast, you insatiable weirdos,” Sarah laughed and you laughed back, separating from Joel far enough to raise your glasses and toast with your new found family. 

It wasn’t long before all of you made your way to the elevators, piling into one with a handful of strangers, you happy for the excuse to stay pressed tightly against Joel. 

“Good luck!” Tommy said, a teasing edge to his voice when the doors dinged open on your floor. 

You frowned at him, confused, as the doors closed and you laughed a little as Joel led you back to the room. 

“Why do you need luck? Is Tommy under the impression that you have to work to get sex out of me?” You teased. “Because it’s sweet that you’d protect my honor that way but we both know that’s a damn lie.” 

“Tommy’s just a dumbass,” Joel replied. “Ignore him, that’s what I do.” 

You laughed, the tail end of your buzz waning. 

“Thinking we should take full advantage of that jacuzzi tub,” you said as Joel unlocked the hotel room door. “And use it to research the investment of a hot tub in the back yard…” 

“You’re insatiable,” he teased, opening the door for you. 

You laughed and were so busy looking at him - his thick, dark hair that was flecked with gray; his plush lips; his soft eyes - that it took you a second to realize there were roses and petals all over the room, a bottle of wine chilled in a bucket on the small table. 

“Joel?” You looked back at him and he just shrugged, smiling. 

You went further into the room and realized that it wasn’t just flowers and wine. There were framed pictures of you and Joel from the last year of your lives together. One of the two of you on Bourbon Street, another from when you decided to actually take those wine tasting classes you’d talked about, one from your second Longhorn’s game. There were at least a dozen, each one making it look so, so obvious that you made each other happy. That you gave each other the lives you wanted. 

You picked up the picture by the bedside, the first selfie you’d ever taken together. You were hiking and you’d held your arm out far enough to try to capture some of the view behind you. You were smiling hugely at the camera, hair grimy with sweat, Joel’s arm around your shoulders. But he wasn’t looking at the camera. Instead, he was looking at you. Looking at you like you were the only thing worth looking at. Looking at you like you made him happier than just about anything else on Earth. 

“What…” You trailed off, looking up from the picture to see Joel, on one knee with a box in his hands at the foot of the bed. 

You gasped and jumped, your hands covering your mouth on instinct, eyes wide. Your feet moved before you really realized what was happening and it seemed sudden that you were right in front of him.

“Joel,” you breathed, trembling hands slowly leaving your face. 

“For a very long time,” he said, his voice assured. “It felt like I’d gotten the only good thing I was going to get out of life. I had Sarah and seemed wrong to ask for more than that so I wasn’t lookin’ for it. Wasn’t lookin’ for you. But then I found you - or you found me, anyway - and I realized just how good life could be as long as I got to live it next to you. 

“You are the single best person I’ve ever met. You’re so smart and funny and creative and kind and the most fun I’ve ever had and I can’t imagine anything better than getting to live the rest of my life with you. Will you make me the happiest man on Earth and marry me?” 

***

Joel wasn’t sure his heart had ever beat this fast. Maybe when Sarah was first born and there were the torturous few seconds of silence before she started crying, not sure how anything about pregnancy or babies worked. Definitely never since. 

But the silence between you seemed to drag on for an eternity even though he knew it could have only been a second or two. That didn’t stop his heart from racing. 

“Yes,” you nodded, your voice thick, tears in your eyes. “Yes, yes, yes, yes yes!” 

You damn near tackled him and he laughed, catching you and holding onto you as he lowered the two of you to the ground on a bed of rose petals. 

Joel, Tommy and Nick had been in here getting everything set up while Sarah and Maria kept you busy in Sarah’s room. There was a brief moment of panic when Sarah texted that the three of you were headed to the party and Joel had to ask her to buy at least two minutes because they were walking to the elevator themselves. 

“I’m so happy for you, man,” Tommy said, clapping Joel on the shoulder as they headed up to the party. “You deserve this, you really fuckin’ do.” 

“She ain’t said yes yet,” Joel said, feeling the nerves all sudden and hot under his skin. “Don’t jinx it.” 

“She’ll say yes,” Tommy said, sounding so confident. “Don’t ask me WHY but that woman adores you. She’s gonna love it.” 

He hoped you did. He hoped you loved the idea at all, that you loved the proposal, that you loved the ring. Sarah had helped pick that part out so he was more confident of that, finding a piece that was elegant without looking dated, something that he hoped you’d like wearing for the rest of your life. 

Because that’s what he wanted. He wanted you, wanted to make you happy, for the rest of your life. 

He slid the ring onto your finger, the diamond catching the light as he did. 

“Are you serious?” You asked, looking from the ring to him. 

“Serious about spending the rest of my life with you?” He asked. “Can’t think of anything better.” 

You threw your arms around his neck and kissed him, hard and needy. He leaned into it for a moment before he pulled back from you. 

“Should move to the bed,” he breathed. “Gotta treat my fiancee right.” 

You just nodded quickly and Joel got up before helping you to your feet. 

He tugged your dress up and over your head - as much as he wanted to fuck you in the sexy little thing you’d been tempting him with all night, the need to feel your skin was too great - and eased you down onto the bed. 

You moved to the middle of it and Joel got undressed, his eyes watching you hungrily, the glint of his ring on your finger making him somehow even harder. You removed your bra and cast it aside before you slipped your panties down your legs and tossed them to the side, leaving you exposed and bare. You were everything it seemed like he’d ever wanted and you were his, the proof of it right there on your hand. He fisted his cock, pumping himself once, twice, as he climbed between your legs. 

He wanted to make this last. He wanted to go down on you and swallow your pleasure until you were screaming with it. He wanted to kiss every inch of your skin. He wanted to tease you with his fingers until you were begging for his cock. But he wasn’t sure he could, not that moment. He had a feeling you wouldn’t be leaving the bed for a few days after this.

“Joel,” you panted, watching him, pupils blown and back arched. He smiled. For some reason, you wanted him like he wanted you. 

“Yes, Mrs. Miller?” He breathed, settling between your open legs, the apex of your thighs hot against his skin. You moaned and rocked your hips up against him, your needy little clit pressing into his skin. 

“Fuck,” you moaned, closing your eyes, fingers gripping his bicep tightly. “Love the sound of that…” 

“You have no idea, Beautiful,” he said, kissing you, grinding his cock against your dripping slit. You moaned, the movement of your hips stuttering for a moment before you adjusted the angle so the tip of him was catching on your entrance with ever pass, just enough for the most sensitive part of him to be enveloped in your tight, wet heat. 

“Need you,” you were almost gasping with it, desperate and wanting. “Please, please, need to feel you, I need…” 

“Always going to give you what you need, Baby,” he said, his cock dipping further into you this time before he pulled back and pushed himself against your clit again. “Always gonna take care of you, always.” 

He pushed into you then, firm but not to fast, your breath catching on your throat as he did. Joel kissed you, trying not to think about how damn good you felt, how it seemed like he belonged right there, deep inside you. 

“Fuck,” your nails dug into him but he held on. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good how do you feel this fucking good?” 

He could only moan in response, fucking into you, feeling you open up to him, your walls gripping him tight. He stayed still inside you for a moment, savoring it, the feeling of you around him while he was over you, the way you held onto him. 

But he couldn’t last that way for long. You - his fiancee. His fiancee, no one else’s, you belonged to no one but him - felt too damn good for him to last too long inside of you and he had to move, he had to. 

So he did, starting a little slower but still firm, pressing his hips into you so your hot little clit was against his skin. 

He could feel you starting to tighten around him, like your body was trying to pull him deeper somehow, your lips messy and desperate when they found his, trialing little kisses over his body when they don’t. 

“That’s it, Beautiful,” he panted into you. “Come for me, can feel how close you are, just let go for me, let me feel you. Need to feel you…” 

You gasped his name and pressed your whole body tight against him as you came around him, your pussy fluttering around him, working his cock, all warm and soft trying to pull him as deep as you could take him. He fucked you through it, hardly able to hold off his own orgasm, the aftershocks of yours still rippling through your tight channel when he emptied himself into you until he didn’t even have the strength to hold himself up anymore, collapsing on you, his head over your shoulder so he could smell your skin and your hair. Fuck, he loved that smell. Fuck, he loved you. 

After a minute, he adjusted the two of you so you were draped over his chest, your arms all soft and pliant, close enough that he could feel your heartbeat on his skin, feel your soft, little breaths on him. You held up your left hand, turning the ring back and forth in the light. 

“You’re sure about this?” You asked, glancing up at him as you fidgeted with the ring. 

“More sure than I’ve ever been about anything,” he said. “Would make you Mrs. Miller tomorrow if you’d let me.” 

You laughed a little at that, putting your hand down on his chest and taking a deep breath. 

“Doesn’t seem fair,” you said softly. 

“What doesn’t?” 

“You’ve given me so much,” you said. “You’ve given me everything I’ve ever wanted - everything. Feels like I’m not holding up my end.” 

“You kiddin’ me?” He scoffed. “You’re so perfect I have to remind myself that you’re real sometimes, that I’m not just imagining you. You make me the luckiest man on Earth every damn day by just breathing in the same room as me. If anything’s not fair, it’s that I got too greedy asking you to marry me. Should know to quit when I’m this far ahead.” 

You laughed and pressed your lips into his chest, looking at the ring again, twisting it this way and that with your thumb. 

“Make you a deal,” you said, adjusting your head so you were looking at him. 

“What’s your proposal?” He asked, teasing. 

“You take care of me,” you said. “Make sure I’m not getting too overwhelmed or overdoing it at work or just getting too in my own head. I’ll take care of you, make sure you take time for yourself, make sure you relax, make sure you know how great you are. Deal?” 

He smiled a little. 

“Deal, Mrs. Miller.” 

You smiled bigger. 

“Excellent, Mr. Miller.” 

He kissed your forehead. 

“Don’t have to change your last name, you know,” he said, giving you a squeeze. “I can always just call you that for my own damn enjoyment without making it official.” 

You laughed a little. 

“No, I want to change it,” you said. “Sarah was right all along. I think I’m going to make a great Miller.” 

A/N: Ahhh! I hope you all loved reading the story of Joel and Sarah's best friend as much as I loved sharing it! These two are so fun and so sweet, I'm so glad I got to give them the happy ending they deserved.

Thank you so so much for being here, for following along with this little story that started as a one shot based on a request that came in after I wrote another one shot as a request. I so appreciate that you're here, that you've spent your time with this fic and these characters and all of your support. This corner of the internet means everything to me and it's because you're a part of it <3 Love you!

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Helloooo you asked for some Sally face requests and I have one 🤭

Can you write Larry x fem! Reader who struggles w anxiety like hurt comfort kinda thing 💗💗💗💗🫶 THANK UU

Hiya! Absolutely, I’d love to do that for you lovely! Enjoy :) and thank you for the request!

Calm Me Down, Work Me Up.

Larry Johnson X anxious fem!Reader,

(0.6k words)

You had been having the absolute worst day. Whether it was panicking about your math test with Ms.Packerton and convincing yourself you had flunked it, or the fact that you had gotten too nauseous looking at the mystery meat for lunch and been unable to eat, you had practically come to your breaking point.

Sitting in your boyfriends room, huddled up on the corner of his bed while he paints pretty strokes on a canvas, closing your eyes and trying to focus your attention on not falling victim to the current bout of over exhaustion and overstimulation that your brain was falling into, knees hugged tight to your chest as you took deep breaths.

You loved Larry dearly, you really, really did, but the way too loud hard metal music was tipping you over the edge. Normally, you’d bring your headphones or even be in the mood to head bang with him, but the time being? Before you could stop it, you started crying. Full on tears and sobs, falling harder into sobbing when you realized how embarrassingly loud you were crying when Lar turned off his music and came to sit next to you on his bed, looking at you with those confused brown puppy dog eyes.

“hey hey hey, baby, what’s wrong?” He cooed softly, watching you try to take a breath between the sniffles and sobs to actually explain yourself, wiping your cheeks on the back of your hand, watching the black of your eyeliner and mascara wipe off on your skin, sniffling and swallowing thickly as you finally got yourself to speak, closing your eyes as you took a deep breath, feeling him out his hand on your back softly, rubbing circles into your skin.

“I - I don’t know! I just, im so scared about my math test, and and, I don’t know, maybe my blood sugar is just too low right now? I don’t - I’ve been nauseous most of the day because of that stupid fucking mystery lunch meat, I just - I can’t.” You whine out, stopping to sob and whine a couple times, looking up at you with panda-black eyes from rubbing your makeup out all over your face.

“oh, babe, I’m sorry I didn’t notice. Do you want some water? Do you want to cry about it more? Or would you just like me to stop asking you questions when you don’t know what will help and I’ll just do my best?” He asks with a small smile, thick eyebrows pinched and droopy eyes looking into your face for answers, and you just offer up a weak nod, watching him get up to go get what you can only assume is a glass of water and some tissues, so you take the time to let out a few last dry sobs before he walks back into the room.

”here you are my love” he coos softly, handing you a glass of water and watching you bring it up to your shaky lips, taking small sips of it and swallowing softly, leaning in to kiss you on the forehead before taking the empty glass of water from your shaking hands, putting it back on the bedside table before gently placing you to face towards him, gently wiping off the remaining smudged makeup from around your eyes, whatever you hadn’t cried off.

“t-Thank you.” You hiccup out quietly, looking down at your hands, before being wrapped in a warm hug by your beloved boyfriend as he places gentle kisses to your hair, reassuring you as you start to come back to your senses and your own emotions, silently cradled in your boyfriends arms.

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hope you enjoyed strawberry!! I love your user it’s super cute! <3 sorry it was a little short!

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Sleepover with Jungwon

Fluff

Synopsis: you and Jungwon have been dating for exactly a month and it was about time you two had a sleepover.

10 Am:

💬: You wanna sleep over tonight?

💬: Well good morning to you too wonnie😗

And btw YES!

💬: Phew! I thought you would say no…I have been wanting to ask you for about a week now but I always got shy.

💬: You are still shy around me?You literaly fart and burp in my face all the time and you are shy to ask me if I could sleep over?😒

💬: No need to expose me like that😔

And yes I was shy because…I don’t have an explanation actually…

💬: Well I do want to sleep over at my cute boyfriend’s house tonight.☺️

💬: Stawp I’m gonna blush

💬: But seriously, are we going to watch a movie (or 4) with some snacks on the side?🧍‍♀️

💬: I have already bought every single one of your favorite snacks! I got Doritos with sour gummy worms and a Hershey’s chocolate bar. Oh and I also got some sprite for a drink (they were out of coca-cola😭)

💬: OuT oF cOcA-cOlA?! HOW DARE THEY?!🥲 (I’m fine.)

💬: Not dramatic at all?

💬: Nope.

💬: Oh and I know you’re into older horror movies so I have prepared The shining AND Halloween.

💬: YOU KNOW ME SO WELL!!!!!

💬: I knew it😎

💬: Anyways, I have to get ready for work🤮

I’ll talk to you tonight okay?

💬: Okay☹️

💬: I love you my little baby cat!❤️

💬: I love you too!❤️

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5 Hours later.

You knocked at Jungwon’s door, your hair was frizzy and you makeup was flaking. You had just finished work and your boss allowed you to leave early since there weren’t many customers.

"I’m coming!"

You heard your boyfriend yell from the other side of the door.

He opened the door and barely even let you step in that he had already jumped in your arms. He was much taller than you but he always acted like a little kid (and you loved it).

"You finished early?" He asked, his hand resting on your left cheek caressing it.

"Yeah, the store was dead so my boss let me go home early." You explained.

He saw how tired you were and so he suddenly picked you up and kissed your lips softly before taking you to the living room. He had basically built a pillow fort. Your favorite blanket was laying there ready to cover the both of you for your long movie night.

"Oh I got something else for you. Close your eyes!" He said, his dimples showing slightly.

You did as he said and soon you felt something in your hands.

"Try and guess what it is."

You pretended to be confused for a few seconds when in reality you knew it was sushi from your favorite sushi shop because you recognized the packaging.

You opened your eyes and even tho you knew what to expect, your mouth fell open and your eyes widen. It was all your favorite sushi together.

"Niki told me to get these types, he said they were the best. Is it okay?" He asked shyly.

"You got all of my favorite ones!!" You said hugging him tightly.

"Well good, shall we start the movie?" He asked pointing at the pillow fort he built.

Without replying, you jumped in and dragged him with you. You quickly opened your sushi platter and started eating like you haven’t eaten in days.

"Can I have one?" Jungwon asked with boba eyes. He knew you couldn’t say no to him, so you gave him a piece. He danced cutely at the flavour and leaned over to lay his head on your shoulder.

AFTER THE FIRST MOVIE

Your eyes were starting to get heavy already. You were munching on some Doritos when you told your boyfriend you were too tired to watch a second movie.

"Awn is my girl too sleepy?" He asked pouting.

You rubbed your eyes and nodded. You didn’t realize but you had accidentally rub off your mascara and eyeliner in the process.

" ugh, I still have makeup on. And I didn’t brush my teeth." You said yawning.

Jungwon picked you up in his arms and took you to his bathroom. You had your own skincare products in a mini form at Jungwon’s house. He sat you down on the counter and easily tied your hair up in a ponytail.

"I can wash your face for you." He said confidently.

"Please Wonnie. I’m too tired to do it myself." You replied.

He grabbed your makeup remover and some cotton pads, poured some of the product on the soft material and then gently removed your eye makeup, making sure to get every little particle of makeup. He then grabbed some more makeup remover and removed the little remaining of your lip makeup. It got rubbed off when you were eating. He was so gentle, it felt like you were getting a mini massage session from him.

"Okay I’m gonna wash the rest of your face now." He narrated.

He grabbed your facial cleanser, poured two pumps of it on his hand (he knew the correct measurement), added a tiny bit of water and washed your face effortlessly. He loves washing your face since he got to admire every single one of your features for longer than usual. He rubbed over your fluffy eyebrows, rubbed your cute chubby cheeks and your perfect nose.

"are you asleep baby?" He asked.

"Almost~" you replied softly.

"You’re adorable." He said giving you a kiss on the top of your head.

After rinsing your facial cleanser, he applied the rest of your serums and creams before grabbing your toothbrush.

"Open up!" He said.

You did as he said and he started to brush your teeth, just like your mom use to do when you were still a kid.

"Brushing your canines, your front teeth, your back teeth, give me a big smile!" He kept narrating in a cute tone. "You’re so beautiful." He added.

You felt yourself blush as you were gradually falling asleep on the cold bathroom counter.

"Okay, we’re done." He said picking you back up like a sloth. "Do you need something to drink before we go to bed?" He asked.

"Water" you replied in a whisper.

He poured you a big glass of water and brought it with him in the room.

He set the glass down on his night stand before letting you fall softly on the mattress.

"I’m gonna go brush my teeth too okay? I’ll be back in a second." He said, kissing your forehead softly.

You understood but couldn’t respond due to exhaustion. You quickly fell asleep as soon as your boyfriend left the room. He came back after a few minutes, saw you fast asleep in the bed and quietly got under the covers with you. He placed you on his chest since you loved listening to his heartbeat and soon, you were both asleep in each other’s arms.

THE NEXT MORNING

"Good morning sleeping beauty." You heard your boyfriend say in a cheerful voice. He was on his phone bombarding his fans with messages on weeverse.

"What time is it?" You asked.

"It’s 11:06 Am"

"When did I go to sleep?" You asked confused.

"Around 10 Pm, why?" Jungwon replied.

"Man I slept for 13 hours?!" You replied confused.

"Don’t feel bad, you needed it." Your boyfriend replied softly giving you a small kiss.

"Do you want breakfast sleepy head?" Jungwon asked smiling.

"Waffles?" You simply said.

"Anything you want honey." He said making his way to the kitchen to prepare your yummy breakfast.

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This was my fist time writing fluff, I hope you like it. I didn’t want to write smut for Jungwon yet (it feels kind of wrong idk why lol) but maybe in the future if you guys want to and if I’m ready. Let me know if you want me to keep on writing this kind of story. You can also let me know if you have some suggestions. I’m thinking of writing part two for my sunoo story, I was also thinking about a story with Niki (FLUFF) or another heeseung story. Anyways I’ll see you next time!❤️

[petersbaby]

Possessive!stepbroeddie

OKAY it’s finally done.

*disclaimer that you are 18*

Warnings: a little bit dark maybe? Stepcest, jealousy, fingering and that should be it

-

It’s 8:30 on a cool dewy august morning. You ate like usual, made and drank your coffee and headed out the door.

Once in the car and away from your parents, you ask Eddie a question as he begins the drive to school. You could drive, technically, just didn’t have a car. Not enough money saved up to buy one. Because of this, you had been borderline taking advantage of his sweet spot for you, getting him to take you a bunch of places.

“Soooo… would you take me to a party tonight? Pretty please?”

“Is your mom okay with that? If so, why don’t you ask her to drive you?”

“You know she’s not. Come on, please.” You give him a sweet smile, the one that always got his knees a little weak.

“Fine, you little shit.” He says jokingly, “Who’s party anyways?”

“Umm, just a girl I know. I’ll tell my mom I’m spending the night at one of my friend’s houses”

He lets out a quiet and defeated “mhm, sure” as you pull into the parking lot.

“Bye, eds” you say as you jump out of the passenger seat and head to your first class.

After school, you ride home with him like usual. Once you get there, you tell your mom you’d be having a sleepover that night, to which she just says “okay”.

You head to your room excitedly to start picking what you want to wear. You eventually land on a low cut tank top and a black skirt. Until you got to the party, you decided to pull the skirt down a bit further and to cover up your chest and the sliver of midriff with a big fluffy cardigan sweater.

9pm comes around and Eddie shows up at your bedroom door.

“Do you want to go or not? I’m not waiting all day for you to get ready”

“It’s only like 9, what are you 70 years old??” You call out to him.

“I am not 70, thank you very much. Cmon.”

You swing open your door and he’s shocked by just how beautiful you look tonight.

Makeup done nice and pretty, mascara making your fluttering eyelashes more pronounced, black eyeliner (which he liked, A LOT), and a little bit of glitter on the inner corners of your eyes.

You said bye to your mom and step dad, and they tell Eddie to drive safe.

Once you’re near the address on the invite, you have him pull over a little farther back from the actual house. Once again, you really didn’t wanna be seen in this nasty van.

He puts it in park and you start to fix your outfit. First, you pulled off the sweater to reveal your tits halfway out and prominent. His gaze instantly falls to them.

You stand up after getting out and pull your skirt back up to it’s original (short) length.

“Hey, hey, woah.”

You look at him, “what?”

���Why are you taking your clothes off?”

“I’m not taking my clothes off, you’re exaggerating. I just had to tweak the outfit a bit so my mom wouldn’t see it.”

“You’re so sneaky, you know that? And you are not going in there like that.”

“Hm. Well, bye. Come get me around midnight, maybe one, and bring me back home.”

“Hey.” He snapped at you, and you freeze at the sudden bitterness in his tone.

He gets out of the car too, and walks over to you to grab your wrist before you can walk away from him.

“I said you’re not fucking wearing that.”

“You’re not my dad.” You retorted.

“No, but I’m your big stepbrother and I have to protect you whether you want me to or not. I’m going on with you.”

“Wha- no you’re not. Please just leave.” You beg, wanting this overprotective act to be over.

The truth is, he knew you’d have guys all over you.

He couldn’t stand the images playing in his head, or the fact that one could hurt or take advantage of you.

“I was trying to be nice, but you look like a slut, okay? You’re gonna attract a lot of attention, but not a good kind. I know what guys think.”

“What do they think, exactly?”

He’s growing more and more frustrated at your arguing and defiance. He pulls you by your arm over to his side of the van, which was the one facing the woods instead of the other houses on the street.

He pushes you up against the side of it, and you shiver at the feeling of the cold rusty metal on your back.

This is soon paired with two cold hands slipping under your skirt, firmly grabbing handfuls of your bare ass that was uncovered since you’d worn a thong.

“Jesus fucking christ. You were really prepared to be a whore tonight. Well it’s not gonna happen.” His legs was slotted between your legs, and one of his hands was around your throat and squeezing lightly.

“Eds, please. I’m sorry I- I….” Tears start to sting in your eyes at his harsh words.

“Hm? What’s the matter with you? Have you lost your mind?”

The tears spill, running quickly down your cheeks as you completely surrender.

His grip on you loosens and he relieves some of the pressure he was creating by pressing his body against yours tightly.

“There it is. Don’t have anymore arguing left in you, do ya?” You shake your head quickly. Tears streaming down your face, you decide to just call off the whole thing. You wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

“Let’s just go, eds, I couldn’t go in there now even if I wanted to.” You say, motioning to your visibly upset face. You walk around again to return the his passenger seat and shut the door hastily.

You felt completely embarrassed and confused as to why he freaked out on you like that. When he gets back in the van, no words are said as he starts to head presumably back to your house.

You ended up the very end of the road which is a dead end, sort of a cul-de-sac that was never finished. No houses, no street lights. You just assume he’s using it to turn around, but the van comes lurching to a stop.

All is dark except for the small interior light on the ceiling.

“You just wanted some attention, hmm? Is that it?”

“I-I don’t know, I guess so. I don’t know.” You look down, ashamed and belittled. He reaches over to swipe his thumb across your face to catch the warm tears off of it as they appear.

“Look at me. Hey. I’ll give you some, okay? Only me. You need something, you ask me, not go running to some random drunk guys.”

You nod, realizing that he’s pretty spot on. Of course you loved attention, who doesn’t? You just wanted to feel wanted. To have someone look at you like you’re beautiful. But he does, in this moment.

He crawls to the back of the van where the back seats had been taken out to carry stuff, like speakers and other band equipment.

It wasn’t very graceful, but he got back there. There were scattered blankets covering the nicotine stained interior fabric on the floor, and he patted the space in front of him.

You come to him, crawling between the two front seats to come resting on your knees in between his legs.

“C’mere. I’ll give you what you wanted. You want me to touch you, to tell you how hot you look, how beautiful you are? To tell you how amazing your body is in this outfit?”

He runs his hand through your hair.

“Maybe not now, you look a little crazy. You know, mascara all down your face.” He jokes and you punch him in the arm. He wets his thumbs with his spit which is kind of gross but endearing and did his best to get the black streaks off your cheeks.

He kisses you gently, treating you as a breakable object that he doesn’t want to hurt again. He hated seeing you cry and felt bad that he did. You crawl into his lap, straddling him. You dig your head into his shoulder for comfort, breathing in his signature scent that you wouldn’t find anywhere else in the world,

He starts to kiss your neck and starts to suck when he gets to your collar bones, definitely leaving bruises. He feels you up and down, all over, on top of your skimpy outfit.

“You’re beautiful, okay? And I know that everyone else thinks so, too, so you don’t have to go out and try to prove it. That’s all I was trying to say. Maybe I got a little mean.”

“A little?” You sniffle, looking at him trying to be serious but not able to stop the smile that starts to form on your face as you look at him. He just wants the best for you, you couldn’t be mad at that.

He reaches down, first to pull your panties to the side, but then decides to take them off altogether. You shimmy to try to help get them off, and immediately after they are, you return to sit on his lap, one leg on each side.

He slips his fingers in between your folds, the contrast of his still chilly hands and your heated core making you gasp and jump a little.

“Shh, calm down. It’s just me.” You relax into his touch, and he takes his time with you. He pulls the straps off your shoulders and kisses them, moving down to your breasts which he kisses the top of.

You pull the shirt the rest of the way down, the cool air hitting your nipples as they completely harden. He takes one, and then the other, into his mouth. Switching between sucking and kissing them. Once he feels you’re adequately wet, he slips his two fingers inside of you, deeper than you can reach with your own.

“Beautiful, baby, so beautiful. You’re mine.”

Your head falls forward at the words, resting on his shoulder once again.

“Oh fuck, please”, you moaned, but softly and right against his ear which gives him goosebumps. He continues to work you with his fingers, starting to curl them inside of you every now and then. You mewl, almost uncontrollably. Your sounds just give him more energy and satisfaction, maybe a little ego boost.

“I feel you squeezing, close already?” He smirks.

“Mmh, yes.”

“Good girl, come on then”, he responds and quickens the pace and intensity of his fingers fucking you in and out.

You want to cry out, but bite down on his shoulder instead as your whole body tenses and relaxes, and you didn’t know how bad you needed this release until now.

“So pretty, look at you. This is all you wanted, isn’t it?”

Removing his fingers, he kisses you again. “Happy?” You can only nod. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, all yours.”

“Now cmon, put the sweater back on and we can go get some food.” He says, grabbing it and handing it to you and climbing back up to the front and you follow.

-

A couple hours after your departure, you arrived back home. Your mom is surprised, and asks you what happened.

“I just changed my mind, then we went to get something to eat and they took a long time at the restaurant.”

She seems satisfied enough with that answer. You both head upstairs to your respective bedrooms.

[alienisticxo]

Awake

{Master Chief╱Cortana x Reader - One Shot }

{A╱N} hi friends! i wrote this short lil first person pov fic back in October ‘22, but never got around to posting it! i figured i'd finally let it see the light of day because the next chapters of Before the Fever have been taking me so long to finish! i'm still writing my series, have no fear! life outside of here has just been keeping me extremely busy lately and i keep adding and changing chapter 13 around. but it will be out soon! thanks for your patience. 🥹 

For backstory: You’re a Spartan on Silver Team who has taken notice of John-117 and Kai-125 removing their hormonal suppressor pellets. Deciding to follow suit, a new experience ensues with a little help from Cortana.

Warnings: None!

i hope you enjoy! ♡

The world seemed to open up before my eyes like a flower blooming in springtime. With the hormonal suppressor pellet removed, everything became so vivid and clear, eliciting sensations and reactions from me in real time at a rate that almost felt alarming. This was not something I was accustomed to, and as I watched the reddened water escape into the drain, I couldn’t wait to figure out just what else The Master Chief and Kai-125 had been experiencing.

Redressing into my undersuit, I paid more attention to the detail of the garments, the thickness of the material, and the way it felt against my skin. For the first time that I could recall, I took the time to look at myself in the mirror, study my own facial features and expressions. The way my hair fell, the color of my eyes. The way my skin looked in the lighting.

It occurred to me then that I’d seen plenty of women wearing enhancements on their faces— makeup from eyes to lips. I’d never worn makeup before, never felt the need or the desire. You didn’t need mascara on the battlefield. But I thought back to 125’s hair, the red streaks she’d embellished her natural honey color with. It was.. cute. Different. Rebellious.

I looked at my own hair, wondering just what I could do with it. My focus, however, kept turning to my face. I thought of a time I’d seen Miranda wear a bold eyeliner, or the red lipstick Admiral Parangosky often wore.

A hand lifted to my cheek as I wondered how I might pull something like that off.

And then I was flooded with an excitement I hadn’t felt before, a giddiness to find out. I wasn’t sure if that was normal, but I let my new surge of emotions lead the way as I crept over toward the common area that Silver Team shared. Looking around, the other Spartans were still sound asleep, but due to be roused soon, I knew.

I held my breath, contemplating. It felt fun to be a little reckless, a little unpredictable. I still felt a pang of indecisiveness as to whether or not I wanted to make my next move, but it was quickly pushed away.

“Cortana,” I hissed quietly.

Nothing.

“Cortana,” I whispered a little louder, still as a statue in the darkness.

John-117 rolled over, and a smattering of blue light appeared.

“You’re up earlier than usual,” Cortana pointed out, and I quickly lifted my finger to my lips.

With a wave of my hand, I beckoned her to follow me back into the showers.

“Not strange at all..” Cortana murmured once we were alone again. “How can I help you?”

I looked straight at her, admiring the technicality of it all. She was only a hologram, a chip implanted into John’s brain, but the advanced nature of her intelligence was awe-inspiring. How had I not noticed that before? That pellet really was something.

Her brow arched, clearly noticing my trance.

“Oh no,” she groaned. “Not you, too.”

“What do you mean?” I finally posed, slightly defensive as I dragged my gaze off of her.

“You’ve removed your pellet. I’d know that starry-eyed look anywhere.”

“Please don’t tell Dr. Halsey,” I nearly pleaded.

We were both still, quiet, for a moment. Then the A.I. smiled.

“Are you looking for an explanation as to what’s happening with you biologically?”

“No.. I— Well, I’m sure it would be helpful but. Really.. I just want…”

Cortana folded her arms over her chest, waiting for me to spit it out. I didn’t realize the hesitance I would feel to ask. Was this what embarrassment felt like?

“Do you know how to use makeup?” I asked, my face twisting into a soft cringe at my own question.

“Never needed it,” Cortana quipped playfully, pride written on her features. “But I can certainly find some information for you. The UNSC doesn’t exactly provide cosmetic pro—“

But I cut her short, holding my hand up and disappearing back into the area I’d taken her out of.  When I returned, I held up a small bag, emptying its contents onto the sink as quietly as possible.

“Where did that come from?” She asked, stepping up beside me in the mirror.

“Confiscated it. It piqued what little curiosity I had then already.. So I kept it.”

“Like John and Kai, you’ve always been a little more in tune with yourself,” she smiled.

I offered the smallest, politest smile I could manage in return, not exactly knowing how to respond to her comment. I felt brand new to the world and its social cues, and I hoped she’d understand. Picking up a small tube and a long thin pen, I looked to the A.I. for any kind of direction, confusion on my features then.

“Anything?” I lilted quietly.

Cortana nodded, beginning to explain the various methods used, the varieties of styles and all of the combinations possible. She rattled off as though she were reading from some kind of textbook, and I rummaged through all of the products I had in hopes of figuring it out as she helped me along.

⁂

“I’m impressed,” Cortana expressed, looking at me in the mirror, her hands on her hips. “You seem to have a natural knack for this sort of thing.”

“Do you think it’s too much?” I asked, suddenly worried about what the others might say or think once they saw me. “Maybe I should take it off..”

“I think you look great! But what you’re experiencing is anxiety. You Spartans tend to do that a lot when your pellets are removed,” she added. “It’s a natural biochemical response to a new experience.”

I heard the familiar sound of my teammates rising for the day, knowing they’d be in at any moment, another feeling of what seemed to be dread coursed through me.

“You should go before he notices you’re not completely in his head,” I whispered, my eyes landing on hers through the mirror. “Thank you, Cortana.”

“Always here to help,” she chirped, her usual bright and clear voice a whisper, too.

A strange warm feeling washed over me, and I felt an urge to really solidify my thanks to her. I’d seen people hug, pat others on the back. I knew it was impossible to touch her, but I let my smile do the talking for me as she disappeared once more.

Quickly pulling my hair into a low bun, I let two strands on either side fall along my face. It wasn’t painted with gun grease like 125’s, but it would do.

Still feeling nervous, I looked over myself once more as I heard footsteps drawing near. My eyes were darkened with eyeliner, eyeshadow and mascara. Cortana had walked me through the basics, and we both decided the eyeliner should be of the winged persuasion to compliment what she’d described to me as a ‘smoky-eye look’ with the shadow. It took most of my time to execute perfectly on each eye, and I was just glad the rest of my face hadn’t been so complicated to complete. My favorite part was the red lipstick. It was by far the easiest.

It felt like a different person was staring back at me, someone a little more elevated. I hadn’t realized how much fun it could be. In fact, I hadn’t realized what fun was at all until now. From the eyes to what she’d read as ‘contouring,’ to the lips, it was a brand new sensation, and I had a great time doing it.

I suddenly felt a little sentimental, or what I assumed sentimental was, as I wondered how a person’s first experience with makeup should’ve gone. No matter the answer to that question, I’d always treasure mine with Cortana.

But I quickly snapped out of it, bowing my head and rushing right out past the others as they walked in. Thankfully no one paid any attention as I did so, too focused on preparing themselves for the day ahead. I just needed a little more time to get used to it myself before I had to answer any of their questions.

“Silver Team,” John finally commanded, and instinctually, I walked over toward him, the others following suit. We stood in a line at attention, waiting for the briefing we knew was to follow.

But before The Master Chief could begin, his eyes fell on my features, and my jaw tightened.

“124,” he voiced, his tone sounding vaguely strained, “What is on your face?”

Kai looked over at me then, and I could see her crack a smile in my peripheral vision. “Hey, you look good.”

I didn’t respond to either of them, and this was clearly an alert to John.

With an exhale, he dismissed the others before even beginning his briefing, leaving me standing at attention in front of him.

“At ease, Spartan,” he told me, and I hesitantly relaxed. “What’s going on? Your hair isn’t back like it’s supposed to be— you’re wearing…”

“Makeup, Master Chief,” Cortana chimed in as she reappeared. “She’s wearing makeup. Doesn’t she look great?”

She sounded full of pride, probably because of all the help she’d put into me.

“You’ve been holding out on me,” I finally said, unable to help my smirk.

He automatically knew.

“How many more Spartans do we need with a lapse in judgment? This doesn’t bode well against The Covenant, we’re lucky 125 is even here.”

“It’s just a little makeup, Chief,” I assured, though my tone was soft, almost hurt.

“It’s distracting,” he responded. “Halsey won’t look past that.”

“Don’t be so hard on her,” Cortana spoke, a smug expression on her countenance. “I can see your heart rate, you know.”

There was a faint scowl on his features as he looked in her direction, and I heard Kai snort a laugh in the distance.

“Going!” She quipped before disappearing again.

“Maybe I’m just distracting you, then.”

“Watch it, 124,” he warned, but the stern look on his face got my heart pumping as well. “Or I’ll ground you on the next mission, too.”

I was defeated then, not expecting such a dramatic response given his blatant disregard to Kai’s red hair. I supposed he trusted her more, liked her better— something. Hanging my shoulders, I nodded with an inaudible sigh. At least he didn’t request I replace the pellet.

“I’ll take it off,” I capitulated, turning on my heel to make my way toward the bathroom again.

“{Y/N},” he finally said, and I turned back at attention.

“You don’t have to take it off,” he surrendered. “Just watch yourself around Halsey. If she gets wind that her Spartans are awake, there’s no telling what lengths she’ll go to to fix that. You can’t let it get in the way of the objective. Our job is far from over.”

A small amount of pep returned to my step.

“Copy that,” I responded, but it was said more like a promise.

“And.. you look amazing. You looked great before, too.”

My cheeks filled with red beneath the light dusting of blush I’d applied, my smile going wider than I expected it to.

“Thanks, Chief. It means a lot.”

He nodded once.

“Don’t let it get to your head. We still need you crisp and clear on the battlefield.”

I stepped up beside him, hanging my arm over his broad shoulder, leaning my head against it with a grin. The natural reaction was strange, the contact and urge to joke around even stranger.

“I think you’re the one we need to worry about in this case.”

He shifted to face me, and I looked right back at him.

“I can already tell you’re going to be an issue,” he smiled.

“Always been my problem,” I responded through my own grin.

[steddiejudas]

November 3rd – grinding

Eddie comes home to Steve and Robin doing random shit quite often. At this point, it’s just normal to get home from work and find Steve painting her nails, Robin giving him a haircut, or even that one time he walked into the bedroom to find Steve completely naked with a bag from Victoria’s Secret, modeling new lingerie pieces while Robin laid back on the bed with a whiteboard, giving each a rating out of ten. He didn’t bat an eye then, completely familiar with the extent to which their relationship is Platonic with a capital P, and today is no different.

Eddie knows they’re going out tonight, and he expects them to wear him down to join them as soon as walks through the door, so he’s slightly thrown off by the lack of a stampede when he unlocks the front door, calling out his typical greeting of, “Honeyyy, I’m hooome!” That is until he finds them in the bathroom. Steve is sitting in the sink, the countertops littered with every piece of makeup Robin owns. She’s standing between his legs applying eyeliner to his already unfairly beautiful eyes.

“Well, hello there, my love.” Eddie bats Robin’s hand away to place a chaste kiss to Steve’s lips before moving out of the way so Robin can go back to her, frankly, godly work.

“Hey Eds. How was work?” Steve asks, that sweet tone that leaves Eddie weak laces his tone and he knows he won’t have any fight in him when he’s inevitably asked to come along.

“Another day, another shit-show at the shop. I can’t wait to curl up on the couch and relax with you tonight, sweetheart,” Eddie teases.

It works. Hook, line, and sinker, as Steve pushes away Robin’s hand to bat those long mascara coated lashes at him.

“But Eddieee! We’re going out tonight. I wanted you to come with.” Steve pouts, and shit, if Eddie thought his eyes were convincing with a little bit of makeup, the addition of a pout and puppy eyes are kryptonite.

Eddie sighs, unable to even keep up the game he was attempting to play. “Of course, I’ll come with you Stevie. Anything for you, sweetheart.”

Robin mimes a finger in her mouth, soundlessly gagging. Typical. Steve swats her arm and she smiles back at him, devolving both of them into a fit of giggles. Eddie just snorts and wanders off to the kitchen while they finish up so he can grab a snack before he showers. He makes two extra sandwiches for them and eats quickly. When the two of them wander out he gives Steve another kiss, reminds him to eat and hops in the shower to scrub off the grease from a long day of oil changes and tire rotations. He doesn’t take long, but when he gets out, he is entirely not expecting the hurricane he finds in the bedroom.

Clothes are scattered over every available surface. The dresser, the bed, the floor. It’s a maze he navigates with relative ease until he gets to the closet and realizes most of the clothes are his.

“Guys, what the hell?!”

Steve’s head pops through the open bedroom door with a goofy grin and he points the the clothes on top of the dresser.

“We picked out an outfit for you already.”

“You–” and sure enough, the clothes there are his favorite pair of tight leather pants, a cropped shirt and a pair of fishnets. “Steve, how am I supposed to wear fishnets with these pants?”

“Oh right. There’s a hole in the crotch, put them on under your shirt.”

Eddie has no idea where he got that idea, but he went to all the effort so he might as well oblige. He pulls the outfit on and throws his vest over it for good measure. It may not protect him from the cold like his heavy leather jacket, but he can’t seem to find the thing, and the vest is better than nothing.

Eddie wanders out of the room adjusting the layers of his outfit and grumbling to himself. “Steven Anita you better clean up that room when we get home or I swear to go–” He stops dead in his tracks when he looks up at Steve. He’s in a short black pleated skirt, matching fishnets to Eddie’s own standing out against the plush of his tan thighs, one of Eddie’s metallica shirts tight against his toned chest under Eddie’s jacket. He looks like something out of a wet dream.

“Wh– Where did you even get that?” Eddie muses.

“I borrowed it from Nancy,” Robin says, smirking next to Steve. Oh right, Robin’s here. Eddie… honestly forgot. “So are you two going to keep gawking at each other, or are you ready to go?”

“Yeah, le– we can… Let’s go.” Eddie stammers out, gripping Steve’s hand in his own, barely able to tear his eyes away from the way his skirt sits high up on his thighs. He knows it must barely cover his ass. Jesus, fuck, Eddie’s going to come in his pants if he gets a face full of that.

The club they’re going to is a couple towns over. Eddie is driving which feels like an irresponsible choice honestly, because he can’t keep both hands on the wheel, one of them constantly drifting over to play with the thin strings of the stockings covering Steve’s inner thigh. Steve just chats idly with Robin as if he’s not fully aware of the fact that he’s taking Eddie apart from the inside out. He zones out most of the drive, only tipping the van onto two wheels a couple times, but they make it mostly in one piece.

Outside, the fall air nips at Eddie’s mostly bare arms. He’s not totally sure if the goosebumps are a result of that or the way Steve clings to him, but once they enter the club, the wave of heat from sweaty bodies grinding on the dance floor hits him like a ton of bricks, but his skin’s reaction does not subside.

“Drinks?” Robin shouts over the din of music and chatter.

Steve’s face lights up, nodding and dragging Eddie along to the bar with him to order them all a round of shots. When they arrive, they all three clink the tiny glasses together and down them in one, laughing together at the way their faces pinch at the burn in their throats. Eddie is itching to pull Steve to the dance floor after one more, but he knows that’s not how these nights go. First, Steve plays wingman for Robin, THEN he turns his attention to Eddie. Not that Eddie would ever complain. He feels lucky just to be in Steve’s presence, admiring the way his charm pulls others in, knowing it belongs all to him.

The two of them set to work finding a worthy candidate to be the object of Robin’s affections for the evening. It doesn’t take them long before settling on a petite girl across the bar with strawberry blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. She looks familiar, but surely no one from Hawkins would be caught dead in a gay bar two towns over, right? But sure enough, just as Steve is about to make his way over, she looks up, and oh shit, Chrissy Cunningham is walking over to them.

“Hey Steve! What are you doing here?” The brightness that radiates off of Chrissy doesn’t falter for a second as she speaks to him, though her eyes are pointedly trained on Robin rather than the person she’s addressing.

“Oh just out for some fun, same as you I suppose.” Steve replies, smiling as he looks between the two women. “Have you met my friend Robin?”

Chrissy’s eyes sparkle with recognition. “You went to Hawkins High too, right? You were in band? I remember seeing you at pep rallies. The ruffles really suited you.”

“Uh, I, you–” Steve smacks her lightly on the back, the smile never leaving his face. “Thank you!” She manages to get out. “You were in cheer right?”

“Uh huh! Still am, actually. Well, I’m a coach for a junior league, but still.” Finally her eyes leave Robin’s face and seem to notice Eddie for the first time. “Oh, Eddie, right? So are you all together or?”

Eddie chuckles at the way Steve and Robin trip over each other to explain that their relationship is 1000% platonic, but luckily he’s there to smoothly explain. “No, just Steve and I, actually. Robin is just our, what? Third wheel?”

Robin snorts at that. “You wish, Munson. If anything you’re ours.”

“Well, maybe I can help with that. Mind if I steal your girl away for a while?” Chrissy asks, mostly to Robin, who just nods dumbly and scrambles to take her outstretched hand and follow Chrissy to the dance floor.

“Huh, Cunningham. Never would have called that one.” Eddie wonders aloud.

“You also never would have called me if I hadn’t made the first move,” Steve sasses back. Which, okay, that’s a fair cop.

“Fair enough, Stevie boy,” Eddie says, extending a hand and sweeping down into a low bow. “Care to join me for a dance?”

Steve snorts, used to and overly fond of his boyfriend’s flirting style. He takes the hand extended to him with an equally ridiculous: “my liege,” and follows him out to the floor.

The lights are intense and the thrumming base of the dance music beats through the floor all the way into Eddie’s chest, and he knows exactly what Steve needs before he even says it. He tucks Steve’s face into his shoulder, wrapping his arms low around his waist, their pelvises pressed tightly together as they sway in time with the beat. Steve’s arms are wrapped tightly around Eddie’s neck, one hand winding into the hair at the base of his neck, inhaling the scent of his body wash and cologne deeply in order to ground himself. He’s not entirely sure why Steve loves this so much. After enough hits to the head during sports, the loud lights and noises are a little intense for him, but he always finds solace in Eddie’s arms. Actually, maybe that’s exactly why he loves it so much. And Eddie will take any excuse to hold Steve in his arms and feel him pressed tight against his body.

They stay swaying gently to the rhythm for a couple songs until Steve groans gently.

“You doing okay, princess?” Eddie asks.

“‘M okay, Eds.”

“Does your head hurt?”

“Sort of?”

“Sort of? Baby if you’re feeling the start of a migraine we can go.”

“No it’s… not that,” Steve says sheepishly. He rolls his hips against Eddie’s tentatively and he feels it. There’s a very obvious bulge under the skirt and Steve’s face lifts from his shoulder with a delicious blush coating his cheeks. Oh, that head.

“Oh sweetheart. We’re only three days in and you’re already getting hard from a little dancing?”

Steve can’t seem to form words at that, just blushing deeper and nodding sheepishly. Eddie feels his own dick twitch in interest. He rolls hips up to meet Steve’s, relishing in the little moan he gets in return. He knows he can’t push this or Steve might literally cum in his pants, but damn it if he can’t have a little fun first. Couples all around them are grinding uncontrollably, lithe movements meant to chase pleasure rather than feel the music, and Eddie can’t help but follow suit. He adjusts his hold on Steve, grabbing him by the hips to keep them tethered while he kisses along Steve’s jaw and down his neck.

“Eddie,” Steve whines. “Please.”

“Please what, honey?”

Steve grinds slowly against Eddie’s growing bulge. “More. Please.”

“Are you sure about that?” Eddie looks around as if afraid of someone seeing them, knows Steve will wilt under the very idea of anyone’s attention on him.

In lieu of an answer, Steve tries to tuck his head back into Eddie’s shoulder as he picks up a steady rhythm to roll against him. Eddie is not having that, though. His hand finds its way into Steve’s hair and tugs gently, lifting his head back up to stare into his eyes. He wants to see the want, the need evidenced in his face. What he finds is perfection. Steve is panting with want, a fire lit behind his hazel eyes and Eddie can’t hold back anymore. His cock aches against the zipper of his tight pants and he craves some kind of friction, finding it in the hard outline that’s well hidden by the flowy fabric of Steve’s skirt.

Fuck, that skirt. Eddie didn’t know until recently just how badly he loved to see Steve in traditionally “feminine” clothing. It’s not about feminization, though if that’s what Steve wanted, he would most certainly be on board. No, it’s about the tabletop ranting, it’s about his own love of heavy metal, his own long hair and chains. It’s the lack of regard for what anyone else thinks, the way anti-establishment sentimentality has long been a part of Eddie’s rhetoric and has seemingly seeped into Steve’s own self confidence. It’s the way that the two of them have grown separately and together, making each other better people, more comfortable in their own skins from the last couple years of loving each other unconditionally.

Steve started wearing lace and lingerie a couple months ago to tease Eddie. Eddie loved it, but more importantly, Steve loved it. Steve loved pretty things. He deserved pretty things and everything nice the world had to offer. And the skirt was damn pretty. He’d have to remember to thank Nancy later.

But for now, his attention was solely on Steve, his hands finding their way to the supple meat of his ass under the flowing fabric. He can feel the silky panties covering his soft skin and hooks a finger under the elastic, drawing it back to harshly snap back. Steve lets out a little yelp and Eddie chases the noise with his lips.

“You know you can call it off at any time sweetheart.” Eddie mumbles against Steve's lips.

The giggle he elicits is oh so sweet. “I know, Eds. I’m fine. Are you sure you don’t want to call it off?”

“More than anything.” He growls, his hips bucking up particularly forcefully. Steve groans and throws his head back, meeting his thrusts with fervor of his own.

“Keep it in your pants, Munson. I haven’t said the magic word yet.”

“Oh, so now it’s a magic word?”

“It is now that I know you want it so bad.”

Eddie has to hold back and honest to god growl at that, fighting the urge to strip him down in the middle of the dance floor and take him here and now. Suddenly his hands aren’t the only ones on Steve and he has to fight the urge to start swinging before taking in the context of the situation.

“Woah, easy there killer,” Robin laughs at him and he eases instantly. He finds almost as much comfort in her as Steve (almost. They all know no one could ever love the two of them the way they love each other). “Hey, so I’m going to head out with Chrissy. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

“Have a good night Robs.” Steve turns his head and plasters on a beaming smile and shoots her a wink. She leans in close and whispers something in Steve’s ear and he laughs, leaning away from Eddie. Robin skips away from them, meeting up with Chrissy at the door, conspiratorial smiles on both of their lips.

Eddie grabs Steve’s waist to pull him in, but he pulls away with a smirk.

“What? What did Robin say?” Eddie asks.

“Oh nothing, just that we should probably get out of here if we don’t want to cum in our pants like teenagers.”

Eddie huffs a laugh and pulls Steve close, but they both know it’s not to chase pleasure from each other. They just hold each other, warm in each other's embrace and sway for a couple more songs.

“You want to get out of here? Somebody told me you wanted to relax in front of the TV tonight.”

“Yes. Please,” Eddie sighs, leaning his forehead against Steve’s.

He loves a night out with Steve, but a night in is just as perfect.

@steddievember

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𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜. 3

Pairing(s): Jay Halstead x Fem!Reader

Part 3

Warning(s): Language, Shooting, Blood, Suicide(Its the dean masters case :))

Word Count: 2385

quick psa: Uhm. Alot of the start will be alot of just cases and minor interactions between Y/N and people. This is a slowburn romance book.

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“House belongs to a Dean Masters his file was red-flagged to notify intellegence, but he must have been before my time.” “Oh, yeah, him. That robbery at the art institute last year. We liked him as the fence.” Voight told us all, I was at home before all of this went down, but our job never sleeps. “Neighbors said they heard a woman scream, we knocked, he yelled out that he had a gun and to leave him alone.”

We all went up to the door, Voight knocked before calling out, “Masters, this is Sergeant Voight with the Chicago Police.” He nodded to Jay, causing Jay to cock his shotgun before Voight started to speak again. “Open up, make this easy on all of us.” We heard a woman yell, “He’s gonna kill me!” So we had incentive for Jay to shoot the lock and kick the door open. We all went inside guns drawn, Voight told Masters to drop his gun to which Masters threatened to kill her.

Erin tried to coax him to let her go, I was trying to calm him down. He let her go and I could see a change in his demeanor, “I’m dead anyway.” I heard the gun go off and quickly looked at the floor turning away. I went to go sit outside as we waited for people to take pictures and mark evidence. Paramedics took the girl Masters had to check her out, Voight wanted to keep a uniform with her to keep her safe.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and I looked up to see Antonio, “Hey ‘Tonio.” “You okay kid?” “Yeah I’m fine, was just upsetting to see someone think they needed to take that route.” “You should get home, get some rest.” “I’ll do that, see you in the morning yeah?” “Obviously.”

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𝙽𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐

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Your alarm blared in your ear causing you to groan when it woke you up. You rubbed your eyes sitting up making sure you had your breathing under control. You stood up and walked out of your room, you turned on the coffee pot and then walked into your bathroom to take a shower. You forgot to even look to see if Jason was still there, you were so used to your routine that you forgot he was supposed to be at your apartment. You turned on the water before looking at yourself in the mirror as you waited for the water to heat up.

As soon as it did you undressed and got into the shower closing the door of it behind you. As soon as the water hit your back you let out a sigh, it felt amazing. You stood there a few more seconds before washing up. You got out, turned off the water wrapped yourself in a towel, and went back to the kitchen.

Y/N’s Pov

Jason was gone, I wasn’t surprised. At least he left a note I guess, I made my coffee and went back to my room to get dressed. I sat on my floor in front of my mirror and did my makeup, it wasn’t much. I always put on mascara, eyelashes and eyeliner, I didn’t really like all the other makeup.

I got up grabbed my keys and left my apartment locking the door behind me. I got into my car and drove it to the district, I was worried about Jason, I wanted to call Voight and say something but Jason’s a grown up. I parked and quickly went up to the bullpen seeing almost everyone up there already. I sat down in an extra chair and Voight came out of his office to talk to us all.

“Dean Masters was a hotshot artist in his 20s. Work dried up, picked up a drug habit, he’s suspected of not only being a fence but also forging paintings.” “What was that thing Intellegence had him on?” Antonio asked and Erin answered, “Stolen Klimt. Never resurfaced” “What the hell is a Klimt?” “An artist” “Named Klimt?” “Yeah.” “That’s a funny name, right? Or am I alone on this? Klimt. Say it out loud.” Erin and Ruzek had a small back and forth before he asked that question to which Jay and I agreed the name is kinda funny.

“So. This whole ‘They’re gonna kill me’ thing that Masters was going on about was either about the stolen painting or something else.” “Or he was just tripping and talking nonsense. I mean, did you see his pupils? He was gakked out of his mind.” “We got a known suspect took his own life rather than face something heavy-duty. We pursure the case.” Voight and Jay had a small back an forth but Jay just nodded, Voight hated when people second guessed him but I loved to do it so when Jay did it I wanted to band wagon. O walked in with the girl from last night which caught all of our attention. Voight asked Erin to talk to her and she took her into the break room.

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𝙰𝚍𝚊𝚖 𝙼𝚊𝚣𝚞𝚛’𝚜 𝙲𝚕𝚞𝚋

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I was sitting in the car with Jay, Voight, and Ruzek. Antonio was outside of it on the phone, he then walked over to Voight’s window. “Guy who runs this place is Adam Mazur. I know him from Vice. Called him the whac-a-mole pimp. We’d beat him down, and he’d pop up somewhere else a week later with a new stable.” Voight then told us lets go so we all got out of the car and made our way inside the building.

“Membership, guys?” One of the bouncers asked and Voight said yeah and showed them his badge which alarmed them but they didn’t show it. “If you press an alarm I will break your hand. Get up against the wall. Now. Turn around.” Jay said with a smile to the other bouncer standing there.

We walked past the velvet curtains and Voight announced, “Chicago PD. Everybody stay calm.” Antonio saw Mazur and asked him how he was doing, Mazur tried to run immediately. He didn’t even get a step in before Antonio grabbed him slamming him on the bar. Voight asked if he had a girl named Nadia, he tried to lie but Antonio twisted his arm more and he told us she was in room eight.

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𝙰𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝

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Ruzek got kicked in the balls and was sitting in the locker room, Jay found it funny, Antonio told him he shouldn’t have let his guard down. He asked my opinion and I just shook my head raising my hands, “Antonios right, never let your guard down. You got played.” I smiled almost laughing before following the two boys out of the locker room.

Uniforms had found Nadia and brought her in, Erin went in to talk to her and I stood on the opposite side of the glass to watch. “So how did you know Dean Masters?” “Didn't really know him. I went on one date with the guy.” “You sure about that? I heard you were his favorite.” “Yeah, I get that a lot.” “I bet.” I saw myself in her and I couldn’t handle it so I walked off.

The boys had just gotten back from checking Dean Masters's house and we were now all looking at the money print that they found. “This is Agent Joe Hill, secret service, Chicago field office. We go back a ways.” Voight introduced us to the guy he had just walked in with. “Where are your earpiece and your sunglasses?” Ruzek asked as he shook his hand, “That's only when Obama is in town.”

“Does this mean we're handing over the case?” Erin asked the question I was wondering too. “No. Technically I can't get involved unless there's actual counterfeit currency found, but Hank just thought I could help,” he said and shook Erin's hand and then mine. “I thought counterfeiters were using high-end printers nowadays,” Jay asked holding the plate in his hand. “There's digital tech that'll print pretty good 5 or 10, then you pass it off at Walgreens buying dollar items that's what we call ‘baby laundering’ using plates— this is old-school. Takes some real work,” he explained to us all.

“There's three steps, the plates, the paper, and the printer. Guess who were looking for now.” Just as Voight stopped talking Jin walked in and asked Erin a question, “the hooker that kicked Ruzek in the nuts how’d she characterize her interaction with Dean Masters?” “Went to his place once.” “45 text messages between him and her over the last two weeks.” As soon as Erin heard that she walked off, I looked at Voight and he looked at me.

Erin soon came back to us and told us what Nadia told her, Jin started to look on security cameras, “Okay, pods found a match to the delivery van with the jesus fish on the back. You know the symbols actually called an ichthys—“ “Jin?” “Fine. You wanna keep calling it a “jesus fish,” knock yourself out. Also found something else.” “Tabernacle?” “Yeah. This vans registered to the Tabernacle of Divinity. Its a storefront church on 63rd and cal. They use it to deliver meals to the elderly.”

“That’s Pastor Mike’s place. An ex-gd.” I said and then Antonio spoke up to finish my sentence. “Supposedly underwent a jailhouse conversion a few years back. Guess it didn't take.” “Alright ill show Nadia a lineup of this guy and his associates if she picks anybody out, i’ll get a warrant,” Erin told us before she walked off yet again.

Once she got the warrant we were at the church, antonio got us through the gates. Jay busted in the front two doors, we heard music coming from behind another so we lined up on the sides so Antonio could kick in the door. “Police! Everybody get on the ground!” We kept telling them to get on the ground and to put their hands behind their heads. We cuffed them all and got them into a police van. Antonio put Pastor Mike in the back of one of our cars.

“No plates, paper, or in general any sign of a printing operation. I dont think pastor mike did this.” I said shrugging before Erin backed me up, “We really think Pastor Mike has the skills for counterfeiting?”

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“Alright, Pastor Mike was contracted by this man…” Antonio put up a picture on the white board before continuing, “Glen Ward. Now, Ward has done federal time in Leavenworth for Counterfeiting. But how Ward and his printing crew hooked up with Dean Masters and Noel Harris is anybodys guess, and why the two of them are both dead now, who knows?” “Pastor Mike didn’t say why Ward wanted them dead?” Jay asked, “He didnt ask.” “It could be any reason,” Erin added on. Ruzek told us that Jin got a hit on the name and found a chem plant.

We almost instantly left, right after we put our vests on. I was with Antonio and Voight, “Looks like Ward’s ready to roll.“ Antonio said to us after he looked inside the truck, Voight opened the passenger seat and saw a bag. “We got eyes in there yet?” Voight asked through the radio. “No were almost there stand by,” O answered back before talking again a few seconds later, “All right, we’re up. Counterfeit Central.” “Theres four presses” “Any Artillery?” “Cant tell.” “Were going in.”

Jay got us through the door and we all went in with our guns drawn, we were heard instantly which got us shot at so we all took cover behind stuff as we returned the shooting and went after different targets. I went after mine who went in a back area, I kept my back to a wall and moved slowly hoping he wouldn’t be able to catch me off guard.

I looked around corners and saw nothing until there was a gunshot and a burning pain in my leg. I didn’t worry about what it was because I was pretty confident I knew, I made my way to where he shot from and he I guess I caught him off guard because he jumped seeing me and pointed a gun at me.

“Drop it. You already shot me once, drop the fucking gun.” I said pointing mine at him, he slowly put the gun down and I kneed him in the groin pulling him up by the collar of his shirt pushing his face against the wall. I caught my breath looking down at my leg seeing the blood, I shook my head and cuffed the guy before holding him by the cuffs and dragging him back to the others.

Erin took the guy from me and sat him with the others, Jay helped me sit down somewhere. “He got you?” “No shit.” Jay smiled and kneeled down in front of me. He held pressure on my leg with his palm causing me to groan and squeeze my eyes shut. “Hey look at me ignore the pain, the ambo will be here soon.” I listened to him looking at him, I didnt want to get lost in his eyes because I knew I missed him. I wanted him to be mine, I wish he loved me still but he seems to like Erin. “Do you remember who I am?” “I met you when we were 16, Its really good to see you out of that life.” I felt dizzy, I saw white slightly, I knew I was losing a lot of blood.

“Jay…” “Yeah?” “Im dizzy” I heard nothing, but I felt myself get lifted before I felt the cold air. I opened my eyes again and saw the ambo, I was relieved when I saw Shay and Gabby. I got seated on the strecher and Jay stayed with me. Gabby sat in the back with us and Shay drove. Gabby was checking everything and did as much as she could. “Its great to see you two again.” “Hows Antonio with you back?” You wanted to answer but everything felt heavy. “Y/N, Y/N, open your eyes, dont you dare not yet.” I heard her voice call my name but it soon faded into nothingness.

[oopsallfanfic]

Happy Halloween!!!

A/N: I did some research and Halloween is celebrated in Japan during the summer (August/September) as a celebration of the spirits and then in the fall (October) as a huge costume party! They don't really go trick or treating but we won't be doing that today.

Warning: This short story will contain depictions of underaged drinking

You pat down the black tulle skirt and straightened up your blouse, the deep cut felt revealing but that's what you wanted. It was time to grab Todoroki’s attention, you thought surely one of you had to make a move soon after months of back and forth. Your thoughts and insecurities ran wild, spiraling as you kept questioning yourself.

Was my skirt too short? Maybe Shoto hasn't made a move cause he isn't interested? Then why would be give me chocolates? My thighs are showing an awful lot, is that okay? Oh, I'm so confused and anxious now. I can't possibly wear this, my breasts look provocative, what kind of message is that going to send to my classmates? What kind of message is that going to send to him?

You put a hand to your chest and took a deep breath, the warmth of your palm giving you a sense of calm. No, no. Don't do this, don't freak out at the last minute. You didn’t want to chicken out so soon, you had already promised Jiro you'd be there, and she's super nervous about this party too. She had come up to you earlier this morning, something was clearly on her mind the way she looked down at her hands and feet, her mind seemed to be clouded. Jiro asked you if you were going to the party, at the time you weren't quite sure yet, but when she said she might not go because she was nervous you knew the two of you had to be each other's support buddy going in. Tonight you and Jiro would walk in that party together and stay as long as you possibly could. You knew that wasn’t all that was on her mind though, but you didn’t want to pressure her into telling you the real reason why she didn't want to go to the party. Even after you agreed to go with her, she still seemed uneasy. You stared at yourself in the mirror, the black tulle skirt cinched around your waist creating an hourglass effect on your body. You paired it with a black low-cut frilly blouse with a deep v only connected by strands tied into a bow, as well as long knee-high black and orange striped socks, with a black witch hat with an orange bow. You finished up the look with some orange eyeshadow, thick eyeliner, mascara, black matte lipstick, and tiny little eyeliner hearts on your cheekbones. As you stood back from your mirror you shook your head, trying hard to resist the urge to take a makeup wipe and just wipe it all off. Your thoughts began to spiral again, I can't do it, I can't go out to that party looking like this, no one can possibly make me go out now- A gentle ping brought you out of the spiral, your phone screen was alight with a single text notification.

Jiro: You ready? I'm a couple of minutes away from your place.

You started a couple of messages with "I'm not feeling good.", "I don't think I can go anymore.", and "My outfit got ruined at the dry cleaners.". You deleted your last message and threw the phone on your bed. Frustrated with yourself, you decided to grab your things and make your way downstairs before you could have a moment to change your mind. You tucked your things into your waistband as you shuffled down the steps of your home, dreading the moments that led up to going to the party. You thought maybe if you walked really quickly without thinking, your brain wouldn’t catch up to what you were doing and then you could go to the party. It was wishful thinking on your part because as soon as you went to grab your loafers your resolve began to crumble. Before you could chicken out, you pulled your phone out to message Jiro. If you sent a message implying you were going, then you had to go. Right?

Me: I'm heading out the door right now, I just need to put on my shoes.

You stepped into a pair of black platform loafers and laced them up, stuffing your phone in your handbag on its hook. The remainder of your belongings found their way into your bag, shouldering it on as you began to make for the door. As you opened up the door you were greeted by Jiro, who was preparing to ring the doorbell.

"Ope!" She muttered in surprise.

"Hey, Jiro!" You said with feigned enthusiasm and a sigh. "Ready to go?"

"Ready as I'll ever be," Jiro said, matching your energy.

Standing outside the Yaoyorozu Residence felt surreal. It doesn't matter how many times you had been invited over for study groups, tea parties, or just to hang out, you could never get used to being outside such a nice and huge home. You walked in with Jirou expecting everything to be quiet and calm with typical Halloween decorations. Instead, you found black lights mounted on the molding highlighting the neon decorations on the walls. Fake spider webs hang convincingly above in the space between the ceiling and the walls. Music was bumping from everywhere, including the formal sitting room. It looked like everyone from your year was there, and then some. The place was crowded with students from U.A. that you recognized. Your eyes did a quick survey of the land to see if I could find Izuku or Iida hanging around but didn't seem to find them immediately.

While you were distracted, Momo snuck up on you and Jirou who had also been admiring the decorations. Momo jumped up behind the two of you as you peeked into the parlor, screaming boo and slamming her hands on your back. The two of you jumped and turned to see the mischievous gleam in her eyes, she giggled and settled into a wide grin.

"(Y/N)! Jiro!" Momo beamed, "I'm so glad you two could make it!"

"I'm glad we could too!" Jiro feigned an excited tone, she still seemed a little anxious but about as equally excited.

"We have snacks and drinks in the kitchen, and more in the dining room. If you're looking for different kinds of drinks," Momo said slyly, shoving a thumb in the direction of the next room, "There's some in the living room."

"Uh, Momo, can you show me to the bathroom again?" Jiro asked, "Your home is so big I always forget where it's at."

"Of course!" Our gracious host exclaimed. The pair walked off together, leaving you alone at the entrance hall of Momo’s home.

You waded your way through the crowd and found yourself in the living room. Maybe some people I'd know would be there, I could think of a handful of people that would probably be drinking alcohol, You thought. As you made your way past a handful of familiar faces from other classes, you greeted them and swiftly moved on. You looked around the living room to find a majority of your classmates, including Izuku and Uraraka. Izuku was sitting on the arm of the couch trying to maintain his balance with an orange plastic cup in his hand. Uraraka sat opposite him in a loveseat, quietly sipping on her purple plastic cup while gazing at him with a sparkle in her eye. Katsuki was sprawled out on a wide plush armchair about the size of a loveseat sipping from his cup as Kirishima, sitting on the arm of his chair, talked to him loudly about who knows what. Kirishima looked up and over at you as you rushed towards them. Normally you wouldn't do anything like this, throwing yourself into the arms of a boy, but Katsuki was the only one you felt doing that kind of stuff with. The two of you were close-no, best friends. Obviously, you’d be comfortable goofing off with him. Kirishima jumped out of the way as you threw yourself and landed in Katsuki's lap. The impact of your body against his made him drop some of his drink on the two of you. You laughed as he looked down at you in his lap with a sneer.

"Hey, Kacchan!" You teased him with the pet name, as you fidgeted around to be in a more comfortable position. You were still in his lap with your legs dangling over the arm of the couch, so his face looked strange looking down on you the way he was. "Looks like you’ve been pretty thirsty."

"You owe me another one, asshole." Katsuki shook his head with a twinge of a smile. You smiled back and nodded.

"Absolutely, that only seems fair," You picked yourself up from his lap and got off the couch, leaving your palm out to him to pull him up with you, "Let's go get you that... What were you drinking?" You pulled your hand back and pulled the blouse to your nose trying to detect the beverage from the smell.

"It was just Fruit Punch," Katsuki said as you smelled the shirt. "It's in the kitchen, come on."

The two of you wadded through the crowd and found your way over to the kitchen. You grabbed a cup and poured the two of you some punch.

"So what are you supposed to be?" Katsuki asked, sipping on his drink as he eyed your outfit. His tongue and throat stung as the alcohol trailed down, between his last cup of juice and now someone had spiked the punch. Katsuki’s lips twitched at the sudden taste and thought to warn you until he remembered you dropped your juice on the two of you just moments before.

"I'm a witch, I just kind of threw it together last minute." You said, tugging on the edge of the skirt and flattening it back out. The edge of the cup teased your lips, but you drew it back down as you fiddled with your outfit. Katsuki drew a breath as he waited patiently for you to drink your beverage. "It was either that or maybe my hero costume, I thought that'd be funny."

"Your new one or the old one?" Katsuki leaned back against the counter, his arms crossing over his chest.

"Ah you do pay attention," You said with a smirk, "The new one, of course."

"I like that one a lot more than your first one," Katsuki said, his eyes flashing between you and the cup in your hand as it raised to your lips finally. "I think it's more, you, ya know?"

"I guess, yeah," You shrugged as you took a swig of the punch. You gagged as you swallowed the fruit punch, the beverage burning your throat as it went down. "Oh this is, someone did something to this."

Katsuki laughed at you as he took on another swig of the punch, "Yeah of course they did, it's a high school Halloween party. We may be growing up to be heroes but we got to have a little fun somewhere in there."

You shook your head and continued drinking the punch more slowly. "Anyways, have you seen Shoto?"

"Nah, not yet," Katsuki said, a twinge of annoyance in his voice. "I don't think he's going to show up though."

"Why's that?" You asked.

"I remember him mentioning something like his family only celebrates in the summer," Katsuki shrugged, "He probably doesn't celebrate, like, the American Halloween or whatever you want to call it."

"Oh," You said with a tinge of disappointment in your voice. The last half of the spiked punch went smoothly down as you chugged the remainder, "Well, looks like I'm empty."

You filled the cup up more than you should've and knocked back most of the punch before Katsuki could reach over and pull it back some. You stopped drinking and looked at him, not saying a word. You didn't want him to know how disappointed you were that Shoto wasn't there. You’ll see him at school this week but you wanted to talk to him about something.

"Hey, want to go back to the others? We were going to play truth or dare before you came storming in, screaming like a banshee." Katsuki said sarcastically.

"Yeah, let's go back," You rolled your eyes and gave him a smirk.

"So, Uraraka, Truth or Dare?" Mina said across from her on the big couch.

"Um, I'm going with dare." Uraraka said boldly, sitting up straight with a determined look in her eye.

"I dare you too..." Mina looked around the room, her eyes glistening once she spotted an untouched karaoke machine in the corner nearest to the fireplace. "I dare you to sing in front of everyone!"

"Oh-I-uh, don't know anymore, can I change to the truth?" Uraraka stuttered.

"Nope! You gotta sing in front of everyone!" Mina said, "Once you've picked that's it! Now go!"

Uraraka's eyes flashed around the group and landed on Izuku, the nervous look in her eyes only got worse. Quickly you stood up and made your way over to her, you couldn’t let her do it alone, especially when she looked scared to death.

"I'll do it with you, come on," You whispered low enough that only she could hear. "Don't worry if it's bad, he's going to love it anyways."

Uraraka's eyes locked into yours, she looked even more scared now. "How'd you kno-"

"It's a little obvious to everyone else," You eyed the circle of peers, "To him maybe not, but to be honest, and I don't know if I should tell you this or not, he used to have a little crush on you when we started this year."

Her cheeks turned red, but a smile grew on her face. The two of you made your way over to the karaoke machine and started searching for a song. The two of you settled on a pretty widely know older 80s pop song, one you hoped would appease the masses if all else went wrong. As the two of you sang your hearts out in the typical karaoke fashion, everyone laughed, clapped, and cheered you on. It wasn't bad singing, but it wasn't exactly good. You looked over to Katsuki who had a small grin on his face. You made an ugly face at him as you sang and he flicked you off with his free hand.

Once the song finished Uraraka and you joined your friends back on the couches. It was Uraraka's turn to ask a question, as her eyes flashed around everyone in the group she landed on you. Oh god, come on, please nothing stupid hard or embarassing. You thought. I just helped you.

"Akina," Uraraka said, "Truth or Dare?"

"Hum, Truth," I sighed, better than dare, what could she possibly ask me that would make me regret this?

"Is it true that you have a crush on Todoroki Shoto?" Uraraka said. You felt as if your head was burning up from the dozen eyes staring. Next to you Katsuki tensed up, his stomach lurching in anticipation for your answer. Surely everyone didn't already know I had a crush on him, right? Was it that obvious? You thought, looking up at everyone, then to Uraraka.

"Yes, it is," You sat back and crossed your arms over your chest.

"I knew it!" Mina shouted, she stood up abruptly, her cup raised and a finger pointed at you. She pulled her hand back in a tight fist against her chest, "I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!"

"Oh calm down," You rolled your eyes and Mina plopped back down in her seat, giggling to herself. You wanted desperately to move on from the embarassing question and began to look around at your group and found the next victim, Izuku, this could be good. "Izuku, Truth or Dare?"

"I-uhm," He said nervously looking around the room, "I thought I wasn't playing."

"Nope! You're sitting in the circle so you have to play!" Mina said. Izuku looked a little nervous but drank the rest of his punch and looked a little better.

"I choose dare." Izuku said finally.

"Alright, I dare you to kiss Uraraka." You said with no hesitation, a smirk growing on your lips.

Everyone began to laugh and cheer them on. Yoh could feel Uraraka's eyes burning holes in the back of your head, meanwhile Izuku just blushed and shrugged. He seemed a little more confident after drinking his punch, which is probably why he agreed to dare. Izuku stood up and made his way over to Uraraka, she didn't move as Izuku bent down and kissed her on the forehead. Everyone booed him as he turned and gave us a thumbs up.

"What? No!" You laughed at him, "Come on! I meant on the lips!"

"No, you said to kiss her," Izuku argued.

"Yeah, on the lips-"

"No, you didn't say where."

"Oh come on, just do it Izuku!" Mina intervened.

"Oh, no, no," He said waving his hands at us as if to dismiss us. Just then Uraraka stood up abruptly, she pushed Izuku's arms down and grabbed his cheek, turning his face to hers. Uraraka stood on her toes, bringing her face up to his for a kiss on the lips. As they pulled away most of the group all cheered and clapped. A shocked Izuku made his way back to his chair, his face red and eyes glossed over.

"Well looks like he's not going to be with us for a while." You said.

"Oh!" Mina raised her hand, "Can I ask a question in place of him!"

You shrugged and gestured for her to start.

"Okay, um," Her eyes landed on Sero who was sitting on the arm of the couch she sat in. "Sero, Truth or Dare?"

"Dare," His face broke out into a wide grin, his arms crossed over his puffed out chest.

"I dare you to order us pizza!" Mina said.

"What, no!" Sero's grin dropped, "Do you know how much that'll cost?"

"Okay fine, just," Mina looked around at us and counted on her fingers. "2 or 3 pizzas then."

"Fine," Sero rolled his eyes as he grabbed his wallet and phone out of his pocket.

It was well after midnight, that's when you knew that Shoto wasn't coming. Upset and frustrated, you found yourself drinking more and more. You danced with Izuku who was also about as drunk as you were, sang some with Momo and Mina, and grinded on Iida who was trying to push you off gently. Iida was the designated mom for the night, making sure that you all drank water and didn't do anything too stupid. At one point you recalled running off with Katsuki and Kirishima to the second story balcony to watch Kirishima throw himself off of it. Claiming something about being manly and tough for surviving such a drop.

You felt your stomach turn and your mouth salivate as bile began to tickle your throat. You looked up to Katsuki and sprinted towards the nearest restroom, his bellies feeling in concern as your face twisted. He followed you as you sprinted down the hall to the nearest bathroom, dropping to your knees with you as you stuck your head into the toilet bowl. Katsuki pulled your hair back and rubbed your back as the contents of your stomach made a swift exit.

When your stomach felt empty, you reached up and flushed the toilet, sitting back on your heels with hands clinging to the edge of the bowl. Katsuki sat back and looked at you, his eyes having never left you in the first place. You felt dizzy so he just looked like 2 people sitting against the wall. You held a hand out to him in an attempt to solidify him right in front of yourself. Katsuki grabbed your hand holding it close to himself, he felt surprisingly soft as he pulled you close to him. The two of you both sat there on your knees, your head resting on his shoulder and arms wrapped around his back in a loose hug. His chin rested on top of your head with his arms wrapped around waist.

"You're a good friend Katsuki," You said, your words slurred as they came out, "You've been there for me a lot, and I want to thank you for that."

"I wanted to talk to you about that actually," He said. He gripped your shoulders gently and holding you out, both of you sat back on the heels of your feet. There was a look in his eye that you didn't quite recognize, he looked hurt but unsure, and at the same time nervous.

"What is it?" You asked.

"I've never found a good way to tell you, (y/n)," Katsuki said, you nodded slowly trying to follow along with him. "I like you, like a lot."

"I-uhm, what do you mean? I don't understand?" You said, shaking your head side to side.

"I mean that I like you as more than a friend," He said, he brought up his hand to cup your cheek. You brushed his hand aside, stopping his affectionate touch. You didn't know what to think, for so long you thought of him only as a good friend and nothing more. The two of you had been so close for so long that you didn't know how to react to this. You stood up slowly on shaky legs. He began to stand with you but you put a hand out to stop him.

"I need a second alone, to think," You mumble and exited the bathroom to the hallway.

"(y/n), wait, let me-" Katsuki said.

"No, it's okay really," You interrupted, "I just need to sort through some things in my head, okay?"

You made your way out of the restroom and found the nearest bedroom. Opening up the door and flipping on the lights to reveal Momo and someone else kissing in her bed. You didn’t realize you walked right up to her bedroom door on instinct. As you began to step back the other person on her bed turned to face the door. Momo and Jiro were kissing. Oh my god. Oh shit. What do I do? Do I back away and say nothing? Do I stay? What's the protocol? You thought frantically.

You stepped back, turned the lights off, then shut the door behind yourself. Your back found the solid wall next to the door, feet sliding against the hardwood as you slid down the wall. Lost in your train of thought, you didn't notice Momo and Jiro had stepped out. They squatted down in front of you, a hand on a shoulder and a knee. A worried glance passed between the two, and you knew what they were going to say.

"I won't tell, I promise," You said, you felt more sober now than you did coming in. "I know neither of you are really out to anyone, so I'll just keep this to myself."

"Thank you," Jiro sighed.

"Thank you, (y/n)," Momo said, "We're just worried how everyone will take it, you know? We don't want to lose any friends over this."

"Why would you say something like that?" Your face scrunched up in confusion, "If you lose friends over something like this then they were not your friends to begin with."

"I think we're also just worried about you-know-who asking too many questions," Jiro added, referring to a certain grape-headed young man.

"Oh, yeah," You muttered, "I can see that now. I promise I won't tell a soul though."

"Thank you, seriously," Jiro smiled. A thought clicked in your head as she did.

"Wait, is this why you were nervous about tonight?" I gasped, "Were you two going to, you know? Oh my god!"

"No! No, no!" Jiro waved me off, "I was nervous because I was going to tell Momo how I felt for the first time."

"Ooh," You said, understanding the situation finally. It only made you think of Katsuki though, sitting alone in the restroom just down the hall. Jiro and Momo exchanged a look when your face dropped and head hung low.

"Hey, are you okay, (y/n)?" Momo asked.

"That seems to be your catchphrase," You mumbled as you picked at the end of your skirt, she had said it too many times to count by now. "Katsuki said he liked me, like, asmore than a friend."

"I know that, what'd you say?" Jiro said.

"Wait, what do you mean you know?" You whispered harshly, afraid he’d overhear the conversation from the restroom.

"Like, I know that he likes you." Jiro said, "It's pretty obvious, the only other person he's as nice to, other than you, is Kirishima."

"Leave her alone," Momo said, nudging her side. "She obviously didn't know."

"Well, no, I think I had thought that maybe he did." You said slowly, "But then I started spending a lot more time with Shoto. What should I do?"

"Men always make a mess of things, don't they?" Jiro said, nudging Momo with her elbow.

"Why would you say that to her?" Momo nudged her back with a harsh look in her eyesdi, "Look, Akina, you do what you feel is right in your heart. I don't want to force my opinion on you, but Katsuki has obviously liked you for a long time."

You simply nodded and stared down at your feet, "I think it's best I go home now," You stood up slowly, "I'll see you guys at school, okay?"

"Text us when you get home, okay?" Momo asked.

"Of course," You said, giving her a kind smile, "Thanks for the party."

As you began making your way toward the stairs, you saw Katsuki step out of the bathroom. Your eyes locked momentarily before turning your gaze. At the top of the steps you hesitated, his eyes never leaving your body.

“Kacchan,” you said softly, staring down the stairs. “Can you take me home?”

You held out a hand to him, the look on your face was uncertain but the smile you had was soft and sweet. Katsuki walked over to you and looped an arm around yours, his warmth radiating against your side.

“Yeah, let’s go home.”

[haroldssunflower]

Alright, it’s peace out anon again!✌️(don’t mind the lack of enthusiasm here I’m tired as shit right now, but I’m back to give one final update on sm and what I’ve seen about her. This one’s perfectly polished and my guides are good with it fam!) I wanted to share this because, honestly I think we know enough about SM but this will be a clear sign that she’s not anyone we know and just to be prepared. Let’s gooo!

I see a clock ticking time is passing. We are almost there, I see those brown eyes of hers again. Fluffy mascara, here eyes are darting across the room. Tapping a pen against a journal, I see lots of books, lots journals. Sm likes to keep herself busy 🖊️

I see lions again, don’t know what that means🦁 probably has Leo in her chart. Possible Libra, Sagittarius, Aries or Capricorn (some water placements as well) I’m getting high Venus/Pluto, also Mars, Moon possibly have Neptune or Lilith in the 1st house (sex symbol, “dream girl”) you get the drift!—it’s all energy and zodiac signs don’t determine everything, so take it with a grain of salt 🔥

“Heartbreak is a new beginning, a different chapter awaits.” Like I said I think sm changed her career drastically, probably finished college or got out of a relationship that taught her a lot. Or all three! I asked about the person—-they were thoughtful and really funny—ooh sexy dark eyes and hair, but different from Harry, she knew they weren’t the one! Numero Uno! The ride or die!☝️This person showed sm it’s okay to let people in which is sweet, but she’s got a big purpose lads! This person doesn’t seem mad at her. Like it didn’t end bad. But they are heartbroken (DAMN sm out here breaking hearts) they know she’s scoring for her dreams.

That sucks for that person, but intuition never lies also I feel like this parallels to Harry ima way (broke off with TR and is soul searching now, they copy each patterns it’s cool!)❤️‍🩹

Waitress, fitness trainer, English tutor, I see her waltzing around a museum again someone’s who had many jobs—eh? I don’t know I see cake…a big chocolate cake with cherries Matilda vibes??🍒🍰

I’m hearing lyrics of a song but don’t know…which song. “Body like Marylin Monroe, a heart like Audrey Hepburn I’m falling on my knees for her. Words like Shakespeare and lips like sugar I’m obsessed.”

Red or Blue pill from the Matrix (As It Was video anyooone freaky for real?)

Someone with darker hair, but could pull off any hair color. I see even blonde dye, again that strawberry pink hair, pink eyeliner even just a wacky person I like it!💓

I see her sitting in a chair getting her hair done. She looks…chill but slightly irritated like the stylist keeps pulling her hair while someone is doing her makeup and Harry leans and whispers “Are you okay?”

I see a smoothie on the floor. Lmao that’s so sad but I don’t know what it means! I see her heels are covered in it but she keeps walking.

Tan legs, curves, but petite I’ve said this before I think. I see palm trees. Lounging in the pool. Florida. Puerto Rico? Mexico? Idk Some place hot or tropical 🌴

Bible verse? “Above all, love each other deeply.”

1 Peter 4:8🦋

Hoop earrings. Rainbow colored nails💅🏻

Mischievous eyes and friendly demeanor. Laughs like Harry it’s actually unsettling for people how much her mannerisms are like his🔥

Doves🕊️

Botticelli’s Venus, like the actual painting very clear🌊

Also Van Gogh’s Sunflowers 🌻

The Notebook aka: Harry’s movie (omg omg I see him watching old people holding hands, then interlinking his hand with hers STAPH! So cute!) I see sm rolling her eyes while eating popcorn, then smiling at him like the scene in the movie.

That’s it! That’s all I got. (Honestly if this doesn’t make sense Idgaf I’m just the messenger don’t come for meee! And last but not least this is fine to share) Also don’t ask me to make a blog because frankly, this is my last ask. I don’t think sm needs help anymore, I think she’s smooth sailing so we should all just chill and let her do the thing!🥹

Peace out!✌️

(Reblogging this from readingsbyvalentina)

I know we don’t talk about Harry’s SM as much anymore but I thought this was interesting. Hope that’s okay.

@readingsby-valentina hello, love! 💜

I'm gonna post this, but if you or your anon feel uncomfortable, let me know and I'll delete it, okay? 🥰😘

[kquil]

🧁 — character shipping !

im in university, and I’m majoring in political science. im very extroverted but don’t like being forced to talk to people, and I’m very stubborn and probably have minor anger issues, but I keep them in control most of the time. im an ESFP and im a virgo, im an avid reader, and i speak seven languages including english.

im a ravenclaw, id like to say im very adventurous and don’t let fear stop me from doing anything scary/cool, and my love language is physical/acts of service. i love to cook, i love spicy ramen, and im a perfectionist who likes keeping everything neat all the time. my aesthetic is probably old academia/preppy princess.

i love love wearing skirts, big fat cardigans, and cozy socks. my makeup style is soft and light, ( no eyeliner, lots of pink/blue eyeshadow and mascara ).

im straight and a cisgender female, and i love going to the library, cafes, and boba shops.

thank you !

goodness, reading about you, i feel like we could become great friends haha! we have so many things in common! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ nevertheless, thank you for celebrating my milestone event with me and im so sorry for taking so long to deliver on it!

i ship you with, Sirius Black 

i. it's funny how you don’t like being forced to talk to other people because that was exactly how you met sirius. As a result, the two of you got off on the wrong foot but because the two of you had mingling friendship groups, you saw each other often and were forced to interact often and eventually…eventually sirius started noticing how fun it was talking to you and how similar the two of you were to each other when it came to doing things spontaneously despite the dangers, in fact, the two of you got closer because you did something together that the rest of your friendship group were too hesitant to do that being playing on a swing that looked to be 100 years old. 

ii. you and sirius often talk together in french (let's pretend that french is one of the languages you speak!) and end up giggling with each other over the inside jokes the two of you have in french. your friends just look on, rolling their eyes but grinning at how adorable you two are together; as much as they hate you two giggling over something they can’t giggle along to as well, they love the fact that you two were having so much fun more.

iii. however, as much as the two of you have your sweet moments together, that can’t be said when you two have an argument because you’re both as stubborn as the other. you quickly got into the routine of walking away from each other to cool down before returning to reconcile later on when you’re both level headed again. when you return to each other, you both feel so guilty and always end up cuddling in silence but comfort as well, sharing a loving kiss every once in a while. the first time you had a major argument, you two had to walk away from each other to calm down after saying some things that didn’t need to be said. and when you finally reconciled the next day, you had taken the time to bake sirius cookies to apologise and he vowed to sort his anger issues from then on, encouraged by the swell of affection in his heart for you.

iv. as a perfectionist, you appreciate sirius for also being neat. you assumed that he would be pretty messy or keep his room relatively disorganised but he was habitually very neat and tidy because of his upbringing. you appreciated his habits but kissed him every time you saw him actively tidying up his space or organising his things in his environment, slowly replacing his bad memories at home and reinforcing his tidy habits with kinder, more loving memories instead. 

v. aesthetics wise, you and sirius appear as exact opposites, sirius with his biker bad boy appearance, clad in black leather, belts, spikes and unconventional accessories. and then there’s you with your old academia and preppy princess fashion. exact opposites. but sirius adores your aesthetics; he thinks you look adorable, elegant and feminine. and his absolute most favourite thing to do, whenever you wear one of your fat cardigans, he likes to reach under it and wrap his arms around your waist and press his face into your neck for cuddles.

vi. and even though you look amazing in your skirts, he’s always extra cautious when there are other guys around and will subtly cover you so you don’t accidentally flash anyone. he wants you to be able to wear whatever you want comfortably without anyone making you feel uncomfortable or violated in any way. you don’t really realise what he’s doing at first but when you do, you can’t help the smile that stretches across your face and you get into the habit of kissing him sweetly every time he does a gesture like that for you. 

vii. another thing sirius loves doing is watching you do your makeup, you look beautiful before and after but watching you elegantly put your makeup on and put so much care into it made him want to stare. and he would stare all while smiling like a complete goofy, heart in his eyes and a dopey air about him. the best thing about it is that whenever you catch him doing that, you would finish up and then pull him into a soft kiss to snap him out of it — you two have become the lovey dovey couple he used to poke fun at hehe~

viii. also! because of you, sirius has discovered spicy ramen and boba and he will be forever grateful for that. whenever you two would go around muggle london together, your first stop would always be your favourite boba tea place before you both stoked up on your favourite spicy ramen. on cold winter nights, where the two of you found it hard to sleep, you would religiously meet in the kitchens, cook some ramen and eat it together. 

1K MILESTONE EVENT : CLOSED | NAVI.

[captain-tch]

The Drummer and the Freak (Eddie Munson x GN!Reader) 2/2

When your friend breaks her hand two weeks before Battle of the Bands, you need a replacement, and now. Luckily for you Eddie Munson is a fast learner. Warnings: mentions of reader wearing makeup (eyeliner, mascara, lipstick)

part 1

It felt like second nature for Eddie to be around now. He lingered in the corner of your gaze, occupying all of your senses and thoughts. Ever since the night he came to your house to practice for the first time, you felt as if you had fallen victim to a spell. Every day you couldn’t wait until you were practising, one step closer to your goal and the perfect excuse to watch him play openly. Normally, you only ever felt joy being in this bandroom with your friends; but today, you felt a hint of sadness. It was the final time you would practice together. 

As the last notes of the Journey song echoed throughout the room, you were unable to contain your shriek of joy. Steve stepped away from his keyboard, taking a large gulp of water, Robin hopping up and down excitedly and Eddie was bending backwards, stretching his back like a cat. 

“I can’t believe it’s so close.” 

Steve clapped your shoulder. “One step closer to victory.”

For once, Eddie didn’t counter it. You were all extremely positive that despite only two weeks of training, you could actually win. 

“You’re nearly as good as me,” Robin grinned, dodging Eddie’s playful hit to the arm. “It was genius, adding metal. Who knew metal could be so cool?” 

“I did!” Eddie exclaimed, blind to Robin’s teasing smile. 

“Yeah, keep telling yourself that.” She patted his shoulder, nodding at Steve. “Ready to bounce?”

Steve shook his head up and down, snatching his backpack. He gave us a big smile, waving and leading Robin out of the room. “See you for the big night!”

You echoed their farewells, letting the smile drop the moment their backs were turned. You sat, staring around the four walls for what felt like the final time. Your heart constricted in your chest as you realised one time, you would leave this room and never enter it again. The place where friendships were forged and creativity thrived. This was where you were the most vulnerable, where you let my emotions spill into the beat of a drum and slam of the cymbel. During your time in high school, this was your second home. 

“Are you okay?” Eddie asked. 

You wanted to nod your head; you found your head moving side to side. You laughed darkly. “I’m dandy.” 

“I thought you’d be more excited.” 

“I am, I am.” You sighed deeply, turning your eyes away from Eddie. “It’s just bittersweet, I guess.” 

He took the seat across from you, listening attentively. 

“Robin and Steve, they have plans, big plans, and me? I’m stuck in this hell hole of a town, praying I can graduate and if I’m lucky, manage the gas station down the road.” You rubbed your fingers together, tracing the calluses formed after years of drumming on your palms. “Not that being a gas station manager is a bad thing, it’s just, it feels like everyone is moving forward and I’m… here.” 

“Moving forward is overrated, I should know, I’m pretty sure I’m repeating senior year. Again.” Eddie shrugged, sending you a shy smile. “They’re not going to forget you.” 

“That’s the thing about moving forward Eddie, people don’t look back. I’m just trying to enjoy whatever time with them I have left.”

Eddie looked at you carefully. “Then I guess we’ve got to win then.” 

“Exactly.” 

When Eddie picked you up in the morning in his van, you felt sick to your stomach. Your nerves were plaguing your body and your hands wouldn't stop shaking. 

He sent you a reassuring smile, helping you load the last of your drum kit into his van. 

"Thanks, Eddie." 

He wiped his forehead, giving you yet another smile. You convinced yourself the butterflies in your stomach were because of the concert tonight, and not caused by the way he was looking at you. 

"Are we all set?"

You cast a glance over the contents of the van, a sudden thought springing to mind. Telling him to hold off, you rushed inside the house, sprinting up the stairs and snatching up the tshirts carefully folded in the back of your closet. You rushed back down, shouting a farewell to your parents as you stopped in front of Eddie. Your chest heaved up and down as you tossed him a shirt. He fumbled to catch it, lifting it up to inspect it. The material was jet black, with short sleeves. There was a white and red carnival tent, the flaps open to reveal bold, white scratchy writing. 

"Welcome to the Circus?" Eddie raised a brow. 

"Yeah, we finally decided on a name." You gently took the shirt from his hands, ignoring how you felt electric when your hands brushed his. On the back, the band name was present proudly. 

"Freak Show?" 

"I know it doesn't exactly fit our vibe but… It felt right." 

"I love it." Eddie sent you another blinding smile. This time you couldn't ignore how your heart skipped a beat. 

He handed it back to you, you pushed it back towards him. "It's yours. You're one of us." 

You couldn't pull myself from his gaze. You hadn't realised how close you were standing and all of a sudden all you could sense was him - his calming presence, the weed scent glued to his skin and if you looked up, he'd be looking directly down at you. Your heart pounded in your ears and all you could think about was reaching up, pulling him down and catching his lips on your own. 

"C'mon," You cleared my throat, wrenching yourself from the spell. "We need to pick the others up." 

Eddie appeared dazed as he pulled away. He didn't acknowledge what had just happened, shutting the doors to the van and slinging the shirt across his shoulder. 

It was normal for the van to only be filled with the shrill of his tapes. You blocked them out. 

Robin and Steve ran out of the house in a flurry, Steve awkwardly carrying his keyboard down the driveway. Eddie helped him load it in the truck whilst you hugged Robin, her swinging you side to side in excitement. The pre-gig buzz was setting in and you were all high on it. The drive to the gig was unbearingly slow, each minute seeming to drag for years. 

Robin’s head appeared between yours and Eddie’s seats. “I know we’re running on a tight schedule and everything, but if I don’t pee right now I think my bladder is going to explode, like full on boom.” 

“We literally passed a diner, like five minutes ago.” 

“I didn’t need to pee then!” Robin’s bottom lip popped out. “Pretty please?” 

Eddie sighed, looking at Robin from the corner of his eye. 

“You can’t say no to a face like that.” You patted Robin’s cheeks, doing your best to give Eddie your biggest, doe like eyes. “She did say please.” 

“Ugh, fine.”

“There!” Robin leaned over the seats, pointing at a gas station coming up on the horizon. She infringed on Eddie’s line of vision. Eddie slapped her hand out of the way, the van swerving slightly. Steve swore at the back, muttering about how he should be the one driving. 

Robin retreated into her seat, bouncing up and down in her seat as you got closer to the gas station. The car had barely pulled to a stop before Robin had wrenched the door open, sprinting out and screaming aggressively. “Move out of the way!” 

You all watched Robin’s form disappear into the toilets. Eddie was the first to break the silence. “Is she always like that?” 

“Pretty much.” Steve and you spoke in unison. 

“Good to know.” 

You huffed a laugh, interlocking your fingers and stretching your arms out in front of you. Your joints popped, a wave of relief coursing through you.

Eddie tried to disguise his disgust at the clicking noise. “Why don’t you stretch your legs? Might as well make the most of it.” 

“I’m fine here.” You smiled nervously at him, playing with your fingers. He smiled back, eyes remaining on your face. Steve watched the pair of us from the back seat, mouth slightly opening in realisation. 

“Well, if that’s the case, I’m going to grab some snacks. Want anything?” Steve waited for a response, shrugging. “Okay, if anyone complains about the food I’m officially resigning from all future snack duties.” 

With a resounding thud, Eddie and you were left all alone in the van. Blood pounded in your ears. It wasn’t like this was your first time alone with Eddie, in fact ever since that first night where you’d practised at your house you had carried on the routine. You were comfortable in his company, yet it never stopped your nerves setting alight when he looked at you a certain way or tugged at his lips with teeth as he talked. 

“So,” Eddie turned in his seat, so his entire body was facing you. You kept your head down, too busy tracing the calluses on your hands. “Big night, huh?” 

You nodded, swallowing thickly. 

“Any plans once this is all over?” 

“I guess try not to flunk? ‘Sides from that, no, not really.” You therapeutically cracked your knuckles, letting the satisfying clunks distract you from your thoughts. You tried not to think too often about what you would do, what all of you would do, once the Battle of the Bands was over. It felt like for years this band was the only keeping Robin, Steve and you together and you were too scared to find out what would happen when the band no longer existed. 

“Great, because I was thinking -” Eddie’s words were cut off as Robin threw herself in the back seat, a sigh of relief passing her lips. 

“Oh my god, guys, I have never felt better in my life! Not even after that time where I had a splinter in my toe for three weeks and finally managed to get it out. But the toilets were pretty dodgy, do you think I’ll need to get tested? I felt like I got an STI the minute I sat down.” Robin halted in her rant, assessing how close Eddie and you were sitting. “Did I interrupt something?”

“Nothing important - what were you saying, Eddie?” You felt as if you saw Eddie deflate. He twisted his body away from mine, the distance between us growing. He placed his hands on the steering wheel, momentarily tapping his fingers against the material. 

“I was just asking if you wanted a smoke.” 

Confusion flooded your senses. You stuttered, wanting to question him more, feeling the words die in your throat. “No, I’m - I’m good, thanks.” 

“‘Kay.” Eddie hopped out of the driver’s seat, closing the door behind him with a soft thud. You stared at the space where he was a second ago, racking your brain for something you did wrong. From here you could see his figure in the side mirror, his body curved against the side of the van as he lit up a cigarette. His left foot was pushing gently against the side of the vehicle. You had no idea what he was thinking, struggling to gauge his feelings, his hair covering the details of his face. Your heart begged for you to chase him outside, to soothe his woes and provide him some company. You stayed cemented in your seat.  

"You okay?" Robin's hand fell on your shoulder. You forced your gaze to tear away from Eddie’s reflection, trying to wipe any trace of worry from your face. 

"Yeah, fine, totally." 

Robin smiled knowingly. "You're nervous." 

"Kinda." You didn’t elaborate further. While you were nervous for the gig, you were more nervous about being on the stage with him, and how things would unfold once the final note was played. 

"I know how to help with that." Robin disappeared from my sight, then reappeared with her makeup bag. She rummaged around, pulling out an eyeliner. "Got to look the part, ya know?" 

You nodded, allowing her to guide the pencil over your eyelids. You blinked at the foreign sensation, narrowly missing the pencil being jabbed into your eye. She tutted, dragging the pencil along your eyelids again for good measure. 

You moved away from her, familiarising myself with the new feeling. She grabbed your chin, yanking you forwards. You almost fell forwards with the sheer force of it. She swiped mascara over your eyelashes, leaning backwards and assessing her work. 

“It just needs… A little something else.” She turned away, digging into the makeup bag. You took this opportunity to blink rapidly, feeling the unfamiliar weight of mascara on your lashes. 

“Voila!” She pulled out a bright red lipstick, grinning madly. You had no chance to protest, her pressing it to your lips and wiping the colour effectively across them. 

“This is assault!” You complained, squirming away from her. She simply smiled, clicking the lipstick closed. 

“Have a look.” 

You bit back the urge to swipe the colour from your lips, following Robin’s orders. You took the compact mirror she handed you, unable to contain your gasp. You looked… stunning. The eyeliner had smudged slightly, but it made it even more perfect. The mascara made your eyes pop and the lipstick made you look powerful. It felt as if you were wearing battle armour. 

“You gonna press charges now?” 

You shook your head, watching your reflection as you grinned. The lipstick framed your lips perfectly. 

“Are you guys ready to hit the road?” Eddie was twirling his keys around his finger, appearing in the now open driver's door, carrying the sweet stench of smoke with him. With a jingle, the keys flew off his finger as his eyes fell on you. “Oh, uh, hi.” 

“Hi.” You laughed, ducking your head in embarrassment. 

“You’re welcome,” Robin winked discreetly at you, patting you playfully on the shoulder. “I’ll go find your keys then, Munson. Not like we need to get somewhere soon.” 

“Oh right,” he twirled his hair, bringing the curl to his face. He looked you up and down, and you felt as if you were under the microscope. You could feel the sweat building on your hands. “You look nice.” 

“Thanks.” You mumbled, unable to fight the happiness forcing your lips upwards, 

“Get a room!” Robin mocked. You knew if you had your drum sticks in hand, you would be throwing them at her. 

Steve walked out of the shop, laden with bags. As all eyes turned to him, he held his hands up in surrender. “It’s not a road trip without a lot of snacks.” 

~

You couldn’t believe it. The moment was nearly here. You all stood to the corner of the stage, waiting for your name to be called. The band before us was just finishing and with each note you felt your anxieties grow. The pressure in your chest got larger. 

This was our last chance. 

This was the final chance to win and leave our mark in history.

This was our last performance together.  

The drumsticks in your hands looked like they were vibrating. You willed them to stop; they just shook faster. 

“Hey,” Eddie leaned towards you, his hair brushing your cheek. You shivered at the feeling. “We got this.” 

You pushed down the fear rising in your throat, feeling yourself nod. You turned your head, his face mere inches from yours. You don’t know what possessed you but you leaned even closer, so close one false move and there would be no space between us. 

“Good luck,” you breathed. You felt his eyes focus on the movement of your lips.  

“Please welcome to the stage, Freak Show!” 

“Stop flirting, we have a prize to win!” Steve slapped yours and Eddie’s back harshly, pushing himself between us, effectively breaking us apart. You followed Steve onto the stage, eyes trained to our band name pasted on the back of his shirt. 

The roar of the crowd was deafening. The lights were blinding. Your heart was beating so fast in your chest it was threatening to break through your ribs and your hands were so sweaty you feared the drum sticks would fly out of your hands. 

You’d been waiting for this moment since you stepped into the halls at Hawkins High. You’d trained for this for years, spent countless hours with Robin and Steve building calluses and creating music to thrive here. Every waking moment of the past two weeks had built up to these three minutes on this stage, in front of this crowd.

Robin waved at us from the side of the stage, sending us an enthusiastic thumbs up. She wore her band shirt proudly, the colours reflecting under the stage lights. 

Steve settled into position behind his keyboard, adjusting the mic. He smiled at you wide, running a hand through his perfectly styled hair. Eddie was tuning the guitar, testing a few chords before looking up, finding your gaze already on him. His face was gentle. 

“You got this.” He mouthed. 

You closed your eyes, sucking in a deep breath. We were ready. 

You clapped the drum sticks together, signalling the start of the song. 

Steve’s body moved as he began to play the keys of the intro, moving closer to the mic. “Just a small town girl, living in a lonely world.” 

Eddie softly nodded his head to the music, strumming the guitar to the new faster melody. 

You waited for your queue, hitting the drums with a burning passion as the chorus came into play. You leaned closer to the mic to join Steve in the vocals, eyes closing as your hands guided the sticks by pure muscle memory. Eddie shredded the guitar, letting the electric notes warp and change the song into something new and bold. 

Eddie took centre stage as he did a guitar solo, his instrument seeming to be part of his body. You couldn’t move my eyes from him, enraptured by the way his whole upper body tilted forward with the solo. His fingers moved along the strings deftly, his rings reflecting in the lights as he poured his entire being into the music. As his solo finished, he looked up, and it felt like the whole room disappeared. 

It felt like mere seconds we were up there, but soon the song came to a close and the crowd were screaming. You were out of breath and your arms were aching but we did it. 

You rushed out of my seat, running up to Steve and Eddie, grabbing them and excitedly jumping up and down. Robin ran off from the side of the stage, joining all of us in your festivities. We were talking over one another breathlessly, relishing the love of the crowd as we let the fame wash over us for a glorious second. 

This was the moment you had been dreaming of since you first signed up for Battle of the Bands. We were living our glory days now, and god did it feel electric. 

We left the stage, riding the buzz of the performance. This was a high you never wanted to come down from. 

“Guys, you were amazing!” Robin squeezed me into a rib breaking hug, holding me at arms length. “I’m so sad I couldn’t play but holy shit, watching you guys? You were incredible!”

Steve pounced on Robin from behind, shaking his hand through her hair and messing it up. She laughed, fighting to get him off. He eventually jumped off, Steve and Robin gushing amongst themselves, Robin using big hand gestures and nearly hitting passer-bys with her cast. You smiled, watching them interact. 

“You were amazing.” Eddie reached out, his hands finding your shoulders. He shook you lightly, exclaiming enthusiastically. “You were a machine out there!” 

“Me?” You scoffed, brushing off his hands. “What about you, Mr Metal? For a guy who dissed Don’t Stop Believin you were pretty into it.” 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

“Sure.” You rolled your eyes, laughing. “Are you ready to put your reputation on the line for the second round?” 

“I’m in it until the finish line, baby.” 

You loved the way the pet name rolled off of his lips. You’d pay anything to hear it again. Maybe it was the rush of the gig, or a sudden rush of courage, but you moved onto your tiptoes, whispering into his ear. “I can’t wait to see you play the next song.” 

You pulled away, biting your lip to suppress the grin at his slightly confused yet curious expression. His brow lifted, taking a minute to process what you had said. A tension settled amongst the pair of us, one you weren’t wanting to break, addicted to this feeling, how he made you feel.

“They’re announcing the set list!” Steve snatched at your hand, wrenching you forward, shattering the moment. A crowd of all types of people clustered around the announcer shouting out the names of the bands moving to the next round. All around you people rejoice and others wait in anticipation. With each name whittled off, you started to feel your hope ebb away, until the announcer finally jumped from the podium, leaving a stream of hopes and lost dreams in his wake. 

They didn’t call your name. 

“We…Lost?” You sucked in a breath, and then another. You could feel your chest constricting as one thought circulated throughout your brain - I wasn’t good enough. 

You couldn’t comprehend what was happening. You turned on your heel and ran, bursting out the fire exit of the club, gulping the night air. You instantly regretted not bringing a jacket but the thought of going back inside made the world spin. You were deaf to the footsteps behind you, only becoming aware of his presence when he appeared before you, crouching down, hands ghosting your skin. 

“Hey, hey, breathe.” You only stared at him, unable to form words. “It’s okay, it’s not the end of the world.” 

“This was -” Your fingernails cut into the palms of your hands. “These are our glory days, and I know it sounds so stupid but I just wanted one good story to tell.”

“There are plenty of other stories -” 

“That they’ll forget! They’ll forget the times we played hookie and played in the band room until our fingers were sore, or the time that Robin stuck my drum stick up her nose and we nearly had to take her to the hospital.” You were on the verge of hyperventilating, the tears falling freely. “They’ll forget everything.”

You saw Eddie’s face fall slack, the truth dawning on him. “This wasn’t about winning.” 

“Is it that obvious?” You choked out a laugh, sniffling. “I don’t know what will happen once the band is done. I don’t know if we’ll stay friends, or if they’ll just leave like everyone else. I - I just wanted one really big win.” 

Eddie said nothing, his hands now touching the bare skin of your arms. He rubbed reassuring circles into the skin. 

You weakly smiled, rubbing at your tear stained cheeks. “Everyone remembers the big wins and we never had a chance to get one. They’re going to forget.”

“That’s never going to happen.” 

You snickered darkly, rolling your eyes. “Yeah, you can predict the future Eddie.” 

“I will never forget you.” 

“You’re just trying to suck up to me.” 

“I won’t forget a single second.” Eddie’s hand moved from your arm, to gently cupping your cheek. You found myself subconsciously succumbing to his touch. “I’m not going to forget a single thing and I’ve only known you for two weeks, they’ve had years with you. Trust me, they won’t be able to forget a person like you.”

You gasped, suddenly remembering the real reason he was standing in front of me. “Oh god, the money! I’m so sorry.” 

“Well,” Eddie smiled softly. “I did ask for something for my trouble.” 

“What?” 

“You said I could have anything I like,” Eddie took a deep breath, mustering the courage. “ I’d like you. I’d like to go on a date with you.” 

“But…Why?” 

“Don’t you get it? It was never about the money to me, it was about you.”

You gaped at him. YOu couldn’t form any words, floored by his confession. In the weeks you’d known him, he’d weakened your knees and made your hands shake. Hearing him saying the things from your fantasies spurred you to recreate one of your most prominent dreams. 

You grabbed the front of his shirt, dragging him towards you. You gave yourself no time to think as you pushed your lips against his. His lips were slightly chapped, roughly rubbing against your soft ones. He melted under your touch, his hands falling just above your waist. Your pulse was thundering as his lips moved against yours, moving in perfect harmony. He tasted like cigarettes. 

He pulled away, forehead pressed against yours. Your breaths mixed together as his lips hovered inches from yours. His gaze was fixed on you, mouth spread open wide. 

“I take it that’s a yes?” 

You opened your mouth to respond, cut off by the door behind you slamming open. Eddie and you jumped apart, spinning to the source of the noise. Steve rushed out, Robin on his tail, his eyes wide and snatching at your wrist. 

"What are you doing?" You exclaimed, trying to pull yourself out of his grasp. 

"Just, come on!" He pulled you further down the hall, leading us closer to the main stage. Noise assaulted your ears, the crowd chanting something you struggled to make sense of. 

"We lost Steve, let's just go home!" You screamed to be heard over the noise. 

He grabbed your shoulders, shaking you lightly. "Just listen!" 

You rolled your eyes but complied. You focused on the noise, finally making out the words of the chant. 

"Freak! Show! Freak! Show!" 

"Is that…" 

Steve grinned manically. "Ready to go play again?" 

You spun around, Eddie's face mirroring Steve's. He nodded enthusiastically. "We can't deny the people what they want." 

Robin jumped on Steve’s back, piggybacking him onto stage as she raised her fist in the air, shaking it wildly. You followed closely, feeling Eddie’s fingers interlace with yours as you stepped onto the stage, where the crowd was cheering your name. You all drank in the noise, sharing disbelieving euphoric grins. 

Yeah, you didn't win. But there was one thing you knew for sure - none of you were going to forget that for a very, very long time. 

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[gustokita]

16 DEC 2022 

We had our first official date since being open about our feelings 🫣💕

I got out of bed at like 7:45am to get ready for the date. My younger sister picked the outfit and she even did my makeup 🥺🥺 just a bit of mascara, eyeliner, eye shadow, and lipstick. I was like, "what if I wanna kiss him??!?!?" And she just glared and said, "just wipe it off 🙄" 😂😂

We were gonna meet at the national airport in my city at 9am, but he found out that he might get a ticket if he parked there all day so we just met up at a Safeway, which was probably for the best XD he drove my car the entire day 😊 so first off we went out to eat at this bakery close to where he lives. It was all local and their pastries are sooo good (he's given me a couple things from that bakery before). He ordered a cubano sandwich which we split for lunch and I also got a chocolate croissant (for my younger siblings mostly). The meal came with a lil pastry slice, an orange slice, and a dill pickle. It was suuuuper good and filling 🤤 I also got to try their mocha. I think for every coffee place I go to, I /have/ to get their mochas XD

Next we drove for a bit to an island. The place was basically "the sticks" all covered in woods, a lil sketchy, but it was pretty nice to drive around.

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03 JAN 2023

Alrighty it’s been a couple weeks since this lil date but I’ll just summarize the highlights that I can remember 🥰

Drove around the downtown area of the city he lived in. He hates it XD

Drove up to look at a race track from the outside. We both wished we could watch our brothers race bc they’re both car people (his brother much more, he’s pretty much a self-taught mechanic)

we drove up north on a highway for like an hour. I was teasing him by putting my hand on his leg 😂 The highway was overlooking a body of water and it was just so pretty that time we were driving. it was cold too XD. We decided to take a break from driving and pulled off to the side of the road. we just held each other for a while, it was the first time of that day when we got to hold and kiss each other. 🥰🥰🥰🥰

drove south of the highway. tried looking for a place to use the bathroom. we tried a gas station, but there were only porta potties 😬 we walked to a library and then we started looking around the books so it didn’t look like we just went there just for the bathroom. I got caught up in all the anime/manga stuff they had of course 😂😂 I thought it was cute that we got to walk around and hold hands this time 🥺

we then drove more around the water and of course there are a bunch of different houses by the water. SO so so pretty, some strange too lol. One time we had to pause and make sure we were taking the right roads and there was this mine craft looking house lmaoooo I bet it was an architect only project. there was a really tall tower in the center of the house and it looked like a mini house at the top with a balcony lmao.

we stopped by a donut place next. he would drive next to it all the time while going to school but he never tried anything from there. we both got 3 donuts each c: it was getting close to the time I had to go back home. I decided to give him the letter I made for him the night before as well as the little gift I got him. It’s a Blue Morph butterfly pin 🦋 He really liked it 💕

I remember at one red light he turned to me to give me a quick kiss 😂❤️ we got back to the Safeway parking lot and he brought his stuff to his car, and I was rearranging stuff in my car. He came back to my car with a gift as well 🥹🥹 He also gave me a pin!!! it was a Sophie pin 😭😭😭 It was crazy we got each other pins for gifts!!! He also wrote me a letter, too, and he baked me cookies tooooo 🍪 they were Russian Tea Cakes 😋

It’s always so hard to let each other go. we sat in my car just gazing at each other. “Until I Found You” and “Leave the Door Open” played once and the sun was kinda setting and it really set an intimate atmosphere. I was getting overwhelmed bc I loved spending that whole day with him, but I was sad that I wasn’t gonna see him for a bit (until we had to take this big exam). I ended up tearing up, and he got caught off-guard a bit 😆I didn’t want to cry because I was wearing make-up. Literally the one day when I want to cry but couldn’t bc of make-up. ughh. I wiped up the bit of mascara that ran, and then gave him more hugs. then I started tearing up again, and he said, “Please don’t cry :(” We finally let each other go when more people started parking around my car XD

I remember calling him one night and asking what he was thinking when I started tearing up. He said he’s never had anyone cry because they weren’t gonna see him for a while. I’ve shared a lot of firsts with him 🤭