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cerisereids · 2 months

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i think we all know now that steve harrington’s love language is acts of service. so, when he accidentally stumbles upon your sephora wish list, he’s out half his paycheck by the time he’s done scrolling through the whole thing.

you’d been scrolling the site on your laptop just moments before, having gotten up to get some water. steve meanders himself over to your open laptop, eyes scanning the electronic items. you must have had at least 100 different pretty times saved to this list. he sees lip glosses, lip liners, lip oils (he still doesn’t quite understand the difference between the three), foundations, and various colorful palettes that overwhelm him. he knows enough about your makeup routine, having seen you perform it so many times for his adoring eyes. looking at your plentiful list, though, he doesn’t quite understand how highlight is different than blush, and what possible occasion could prompt wishing for hot pink eyeshadow. his heart hurts, though, to see how much his baby’s been wanting, knowing you don’t treat yourself nearly enough to these things. he simply thinks you should have everything you’ve ever wanted in the entire universe. the fact that he could’ve been buying you these things this whole time doesn’t sit right with him, not when he can spoil you as much as he wants. it makes his chest puff up when he sees you sitting pretty in a cute little outfit he bought you, or when your eyes sparkle after getting a manicure he treated you with. he’s proud to provide for his girl. he allows you the financial independence you need, and he knows you could buy these things for yourself if you wanted to. but it warms his heart to be able to take that load off of you, to shower you in nice things just because he loves you.

your now full water bottle announces your return, ice rattling against the stainless steel as you walk. he doesn’t look up, though. he feels you slither under his one arm, wrapping yourself around him like a koala. he holds you to him with one big hand, pressing kisses to your cheek, eyes never leaving the screen as he presses ‘add to cart’ on nearly every item.

‘what’re you doing over here, big guy?” you croon, knowing exactly what he’s doing.

big guy. that name, as well as your long nails (that he also paid for) scratching the hair at the nape of his neck, makes him shudder. he feels your breath tickle his skin as you huff out a sweet chuckle.

“you’re a brat,” he mutters, “y’know you’re gonna get everything you want from me, hm? ‘s that why you hid this list from me for so long? can’t handle it when i spoil you the way you deserve, huh baby?” he punctures his question with a wet, sloppy kiss.

“i can handle it,” your whisper fans gently across his face, a breathless, “thank you, thank you,” escapes your lips as you press a gentle kiss to his neck, your chin resting against his shoulder and your arms clinging to his neck like a lifeline. “too good to me,” you mutter under your breath. steve catches it, though. he always does.

“none of that,” he says between gentle kisses all over your face and neck, “i want to. let me.” he’s only satisfied when he feels you nod against him, squeezing him tighter, prompting a sweet “i love you” to tumble past his lips.

“i love you more,” he can hear the grateful tears in your voice.

“not possible,” he presses one last kiss to your lips before regretfully unwrapping you from him. “i need to go get my credit card,” one more kiss, “i’m buying everything on the list,” one more kiss before he jogs away, cheeks hurting from his wide smile.

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www-jungwon · 5 months

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in which jake has no idea what to get his little sister ( he left it last minute ) and you're the sephora worker who got stuck with the last shift before the holidays ୨୧

tw. swearing, stranger!jake has a younger sister au, christmas mentions, yn is sooo embarrasing wc. 958

out of all the ways you’d planned to spend your friday evening before the holidays, working was not one of them. but eunchae had begged you to cover for her, and she covered your shift before thanksgiving.

you glance at your watch. only 30 minutes before closing, which means you should be able to just scroll on your phone in the back. no customers ever come in–

the click of the glass door interrupts your relief.

your first thought, of course, is fuck. who goes to a sephora 30 minutes before it closes? do they have any human decency? and your second thought is, fuck.

the guy who walks into the store looks to be in his 20s, with soft brown hair that frames his face, adorable eyes, and pink pouty lips.

he looks around, sweeping his hand through his hair–his hand is so hot–before his eyes land on you.

you’re too busy contemplating whether or not you just felt attraction to a stranger’s hand to answer him the first time, only snapping out of your thoughts when he walks closer.

“oh, um, sorry, welcome to sephora, what- i was- your hand- i mean, what were you saying?”

his eyebrows cinch briefly in confusion, but he shakes it off (thank god), “hi.” he has the most attractive australian accent you’ve ever heard. “um, i was, like, wondering if you could recommend me a gift for my little sister? i- well,” he laughs sheepishly, and you almost fall onto the ground, “i haven’t gotten her a gift yet,”

“oh! um,” you pause, still trying to focus, but he must take your silence as a bad thing.

“yeah, i feel awful, but i’m just really busy- you must think i’m a horrible brother, i mean- sorry, you don’t care.”

“no, nonono, i do c- i mean, um, yeah, i can- uh, help you..find..a gift.” your voice trails off into silence at the end of your sentence.

he either doesn’t notice the weirdness or chooses to ignore it, his eyes lighting up. “that’s so great! thank you, so much.”

“ok, um,” you start trying to think of a gift for his younger sister and then realize you’re an idiot. “oh, i kind of- uh, sorry, how old is she?” it took you 20 seconds to ask how old the person you’re recommending a gift for is.

“oh!” he laughs, “sorry,”

“no problem,” you’ve never answered anyone so fast in your entire life.

“she’s 16.”

you blink, because that seems really young for how he looks and is he younger than 20 what the fuck, but then he sees your expression.

“5 years apart.”

“oh, no, i didn’t- you didn’t have to- sorry, um, what kinds of things are you looking for, for her? like, makeup, or perfume, or ma- something else?” you literally almost said makeup twice.

“um,” he laughs, “i’m not really sure. i just know that whenever she comes back from the mall she has a sephora bag every time, so i came here in a panic.”

“ok, well is there anything specific you’d like to get her?”

he hesitates again, “sorry…is there anything you’d, like, recommend? what you’re wearing is kind of pretty- i mean, sorry, i didn’t- mean to say that-”

you breathe out a shocked laugh. “well, i’m not sure if a 16 year old would like any of the things i’m wearing, but maybe the glitter eyeshadow, or, like, the lip gloss.”

“um,” he trails off, “sure.”

“ok! do you want to come look at them, or should i just get the same ones?” your only reflex now is to ramble, in fear of him realizing how flustered he’s made you (although you’re sure he already has).

“just the same ones is fine,”

“ok, wait right here then.”

your heart is beating out of your chest as you grab the items, he called you pretty–him, the prettiest person you’ve ever seen in your life–well, technically he called what you’re wearing pretty, and he only said ‘kind of,’ and you should really calm down. except your heart doesn’t seem to agree.

you arrive back at the desk, pulling a sephora bag from underneath the counter.

“oh, sorry, do you want me to wrap this for you?”

“no, that’s fine, i usually wrap things myself, like, as a tradit-i mean, sorry, you don’t care.” that’s the cutest thing ever.

he laughs, “really?”

you almost trip over the desk because there’s no fucking way you just said that out loud.

“um,” you look away, the pitch of your voice raising, “your total is 2700 dollars.”

he blinks. “two- two thousand-”

“i mean! i’m so sorry, i meant, 27 dollars…and 95 cents…” you turn away in embarrassment, and he laughs.

his laugh. his laugh is the prettiest sound, lighting up your heart even though you’re so ashamed you can’t even look over.

“sorry, i’m not- i’m not laughing at you.”

you turn back to glare at him. “yes you are.”

he grins, and you almost fall backwards again at how pretty he is.

he pulls out his wallet, and is that a black card?

“ok,” you hand him the bag, “thanks for shopping with sephora, and i hope you enjoy your holidays.”

he grabs the handle, his fingertips brushing your wrist, and you drop the bag, his hand jerking to catch it.

“s-sorry.”

“no problem,” he looks at your nametag, “y/n.”

he looks back up at you, grinning, “my sister will love these.”

“yeah?”

“yeah. i’ll tell her all about the pretty girl who chose them for me, who thinks i’m cute.”

you glitch, you actually glitch for a second, can’t move or think or anything, and then he’s gone, the door shutting.

your phone chimes with a text from eunchae.

thanks sosososso much for covering my shift im rlly sry, merry christmas

merry fucking christmas indeed.

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miss-conjayniality · 3 months

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another submissive dilf!jay thought that randomly jumped out of the blue….crossdressing with dilf!jay.

imagine that you and jay are about to attend a social function and he sees you getting ready. and there’s something that truly gets to him whenever he looks at you getting ready. he thinks you look absolutely stunning from start to finish. whether you’re bare-faced or full faced, it doesn’t matter. he’s always starstruck by your beauty.

being the inquisitive, knowledge-seeking man he is, jay has always had a casual interest in makeup. tinkering around with makeup tutorials and seeing how it looks on him, learning about its rich history spanning all the way back to ancient egypt…..he’s fascinated by how both women and men used cosmetics for millennia as a way to beautify the self.

as jay sees you blending your eyeshadow, he has a certain desire in his mind - he wants you to put makeup on him. to him, the creation of glamour sounds like such an intimate, romantic experience. you see, glamour starts from within. and depending on who you are inside, it outwardly shows up differently and uniquely on everyone. for jay, he is the embodiment of a classy, vintage, gentlemanly glamour. but he’s also open to experimenting towards something different and not boxing himself to just masculine dapperness.

dare we say it? he envies you. he loves and relishes in his dapperness dearly. but as stated before, he’d love to tap into his girly, feminine side without the rigid social repercussions. and what better way than to do it with his lovely, endearing wife?

on that same note, he loves your lingerie….and not only does he find it incredibly sexy on you, but he would love for you to put it on him. sometimes, when he gifts you new lingerie, he wishes he could share them with you too. he wants you to do unspeakable things to him as he wears your pretty pink silk nightgowns, pink laced lingerie, sparkly pink stilettos, and more.

“p….princess?” jay nervously asks, “may you put your makeup on me sometime? and maybe your lingerie too? ehehe. daddy thinks it sounds real fun.”

jay didn’t mean for those last two sentences to come out. his mind-to-mouth connection vanished for a moment because of his desires flooding his mind. he hopes you don’t find him weird or anything…

“ah! princess oh my god I’m so sorry if i-

“daddy,” you interrupt, “i’d be more than delighted to do those aforementioned things to you. i think you’d look stunning in my skimpy little clothes. i have never seen this side of you come out but i’m glad it is.”

“r-….really princess?” he blushes, “thank you for the kind words. I love you so much. thank you for accepting this side of me. for a long time i thought you’d find it strange.”

“well all I must say is that you’re sexy and beautiful regardless if you’re wearing blue calvin klein boxers or pink victoria’s secret lingerie. that’s how deep my love runs for you. you are valid as is. and you are my stunning, beloved daddy no matter what.”

he gets even more flustered by your kind, affirming words. you give his cheek a peck and you two head off for the night. but jay is anticipating tomorrow far more than this event because he’s been dreaming of this for so long.

he’s excited for you to dress him up and beautify him, only for the lingerie to be taken off afterwards and the makeup to be smudged in tears after a good hard fuck from his pretty princess.

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jackharlou · 1 year

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Thankful

Concept: jack is away most of the time, but after a little surgery your daughter gets done, he stays home for a few. there he gets to realize how lucky he is to have you as the mother of his child.

"what's with the face?" - urban asked jack as soon as he saw him checking his phone for probably the tenth time in the last three minutes.

"she said abby wasn't feeling ok a few days ago, and apparently yesterday y/n caught the same thing abby has. i've been calling and texting her but she doesn't answer. i'm worried, what if something happened? they're there on their own" - jack spilled out without taking a second to breath, that just showed urban how nervous his friend really was.

"abby's a kid who goes to school. there are thousands of viruses floating around in a little kids' classroom so i bet it's just a flu or something and y/n must have her hands full with abby being sick and clingy to her. don't stress out, we'll be there in less than an hour. it's all good, i promise" - his words did soothe jack but nothing besides getting home and seeing his family being alive and well could relieve his stress.

as soon as the plane landed people started asking things from jack. like checking and approving the pictures from a photoshoot he did a few days prior, listening to a few beats some producers sent them or just going to the studio. he apologized and went straight to the car that was waiting for him and asked to be taken home.

in around forty minutes he was walking through his front door, listening to the very unusual silence. he's used to finding the tv turned on with some silly cartoon playing, his baby asleep wherever she passes out or playing with new toys that you couldn't help but buy when you went out because you thought they were "cute and fun for her", but you both knew than in a matter of days she would ditch them and go back to her favorite ones, so he quickly ran upstairs, and was able to finally breath after hearing his little girl's sweet voice coming from the walk in closet.

"wed dipstick, mommy?" - he saw her ask for when he finally laid eyes on his little family. you sat up straight, opened a drawer and got a hand full of lipsticks.

"mommy doesn't have red lipsticks because i don't use them but i have these pretty pink and brown ones, are these ok for you?" - you asked in a raspy voice that showed him how sick you were.

"it ok" - she said happily and took her time to choose the one she liked the most, while her daddy recorded the scene without them knowing. when she chose the one she felt matched better with the green eyeshadow, thick eyeliner and heavy blush, she applied it the best she could on you - "done, mommy. you dook beawtiful"

"she does look beautiful, baby" - jack said making the both of you jump and turn your heads to the door, finding there the love of your lives.

"daddy!" -she yelled and quickly jumped in his hold, being received by the tightest hug that physically proved how bad he missed his little one while being away.

"hi, my beautiful princess. are you feeling better now?" - he asked while rubbing his thumb on her cheeks.

"yes. mommy gave me some tisgusting mewdicine" - she said making a funny face, making her dad laugh.

"i'm sure it was, honey, but it made you feel better and that's what matters. mommy gave that to you because she wants you to be healthy so you can go to school and play with all your friends"

"you see how pewtty mommy dooks?" - she made her dad put her down again and ran to you, grabbing your face to show jack her masterpiece, looking so happy and proud about it.

"mommy always looks beautiful but you managed to make her extra extra beautiful. you're an artist"

"like you, daddy" - she said with the biggest smile on her face.

He managed to get her to play in the living room with her toys while watching her favorite movie of the week, so he could pay attention to you.

"you do look beautiful" - he said trying to hold a laugh.

"oh, shut up" - you murmured slowly getting up from the floor after finishing putting away the makeup and brushes abby used.

"how are you feeling?" - he asked concerned, seeing how red your eyes were and hearing how raspy your voice got.

"like shit" - you answered before he pulled you into his embrace and held you tight - "don't kiss me"

"why?"

"because i don't need you to be sick too" - you murmured with your face buried in the crock of his neck, enjoying the little bits of him your nose let you smell.

"i couldn't give three fucks about that" - he said. he moved you so now you were face to face. while your arms were surrounding his body, his hands were cupping your face and pulling you closer to him, making your lips join his - "i've missed you like crazy" - he murmured against your lips, making you smile - "i've missed you and all your germs" - he said after pulling back with red lipstick all over his mouth.

after two days, you and abby were more than ready to face the world again, which meant she could go back to school.

"have a good day, baby, be good and nice" - you told her before jack opened the backseat door and walked her to her classroom.

as soon as he entered the car he said - "she's so cute, i can't believe we..." - he was interrupted by an unexpected sneeze - "... did that"

he looked at you with a guilty face, which was answered with a bad look from you, making him smile with guiltiness all over his face - "stop at the pharmacy on the way home"

the next few days abby played nurse and you were "THE jack harlow's doctor" as he called you. of course he was way more dramatic that your toodler.

less than two months later abby went down again, now with a tonsillitis. you knew it wasn't normal for your child to be getting sick so often, so you took her to her doctor. you walked out of that place with an appointment to have her tonsils removed, thing that made you tear up already. abby was calmed down by the doctor when he told her she could eat all the ice cream she wanted. there he won her, but when he told you about the after care and how difficult it could be to both, you and her, you got scared, but it was something that could help her, so it needed to be done as soon as possible.

after telling jack, he made sure his schedule was cleared for three weeks, starting the day prior to her surgery.

"wow, abby, you're such a grown up" - jack told her after helping her put on her hospital gown.

"i am. i am a big and bwave" - she said with her sweet, and congested, voice.

you two kissed her a little less than a million times before a nurse came to take her.

"we have a bunch of balloons over there, do you wanna come with me to help me inflate them?" - the nurse asked your innocent baby, the one who said yes and started making conversation with the woman in the blue scrubs.

"i'm scared" - you admitted to jack.

he sat on a chair and pulled you, making you sit on top of him. he held you tight and caressed your body - "it's all going to be ok, she's as strong as her mommy" - you kissed his lips and rested on his shoulder.

in less than an hour your girl was brought back to you, so you just sat and waited for her to wake up. when she did, jack had to pull his phone to record her, so he could show her and your family later.

"mommy, i feel weidd. i'm scawed" - she said crying, not understanding why she was feeling like that. you could only lean down and hold her tight, silently cleaning your own tears with your thumb. you felt guilty for putting your baby through this, on the other hand you knew it was the best decision, but how could a toodler understand that?

"it's ok, my love. you'll feel better in a few. we'll go home and watch all the movies you love with daddy and we'll eat a bunch of ice cream and yummy things mommy will prepare for you. mommy and daddy love you and we're here to take care of you, always"

"i don't dike dis" - she said holding you tighter, if that was humanly possible for a human her size.

jack had to move to another part of the room to clean his tears and not show his baby he was scared too. he was there to assure her everything was going to be ok, she didn't need to see how much the whole situation affected him too.

things were rough the next week and a half, but at the two weeks mark she was feeling good enough to go to school. jack took her the first day back while you stayed sleeping, trying to recover from the past few days.

when you woke up, jack had breakfast made for you and a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

"i just wanted to do something nice to say thank you" - he grabbed you by your waist and pulled you towards him.

"why?" - you murmured.

"i'm thankful for you loving me the way you do, for giving me the most beautiful baby, for loving her more than your own life, for being our biggest care taker and protector. i'm just thankful for you and our little family"

jackharlow

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jackharlow i try to keep them out of the public eye because i know how hectic this lifestyle can get, but damn, i want to scream so loud so the entire universe can hear how much i love this girls. i'm one lucky man because i got to meet the love of my life a few years ago, and she saw in me something good and worthy because she blessed me with a family.

these past few days have been exhausting because our little abby had a little surgery and she was being a little hard to deal with, but not once i saw my wife lose her temper or patient with her. yes, she was tired, but she always showed our girl it's ok to not feel good, that it's ok to be hurt and feel frustrated.

i'm not around as i would like, but while i'm out there making sure my family has the best life, my woman is doing one hell of a job raising the most amazing human being and i couldn't be prouder.

i wouldn't want to have kids or share my life with anyone else but you, y/n.

here's to at least 7 more🥂

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tangytiramisu · 19 days

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La Squadra’s Favorite Makeup Looks On You

This is just a fun idea that came to me! (Please excuse my poorly drawn bases 😖)

CW: None

Risotto Nero

He doesn’t know much about makeup so he doesn’t have strong opinions.

He wants you to be happy so he’s perfectly fine with what you choose.

Though if he had to choose a favorite it would be something soft and natural that accentuates your features, especially your eyes. Brown eyeshadow, subtle liner, and eyebrow pencil are his favorite choices.

Prosciutto

Out of all of the members he is one of the most knowledgeable about fashion. He will gladly help you pick out an outfit if you are unsure of what to wear for an occasion.

He prefers looks that are elegant and classy.

He likes deeper more neutral colors for makeup because they look more mature.

Thus, the smokey eye with red lipstick is perfect in his opinion. It is a timeless classic that looks good with everything. Accompany it with lash extensions and contouring and you’re all set!

Pesci

Like Risotto, he doesn’t know a lot about cosmetics but is aware that makeup is an art form.

He always looks forward to seeing the different stylistic choices you make everyday. He loves it when you express yourself!

While he loves every thing you wear, he has a soft spot for simple and cute pastel shades. He thinks they compliment your skin wonderfully!

He prefers a more subtle look, so contouring isn’t all that necessary in his eyes.

Sparkles will make the look infinitely better!

Melone

We all know how eccentric he is, so he would love something unusual and eye catching!

Unsurprisingly, he has quite a bit of knowledge regarding cosmetics, despite not wearing them himself.

He definitely has tried some before though and knows how they work, so he loves doing your makeup!

Almost always goes for purples, blues, and pinks, and prefers unconventional mascara colors. He finds colorful lipstick extremely sexy as well. Don’t forget lots of glitter!

Ghiaccio

He knows nothing about makeup. He doesn’t understand why people make a huge fuss about it either. It’s pretty much just face paint!

Needless to say, he won’t shame you for wearing it or anything, but he likes you more in your natural state.

If he had to choose a look he liked, he would go for something like Risotto’s, but even simpler.

Very faint beige eye shadow, blush, light lipgloss, and some eyeliner. He would only like eyebrow pencil of your brows are light. His favorite is the mascara though, but he’d never admit it.

Formaggio

Bro doesn’t know how to put makeup on but has seen plenty of women wear it.

Before getting with you, he often hung out in bars and clubs and took several women home. Since then, he has fallen in love with flashy party makeup. He also just likes colorful things.

While he’s fine with any colors you choose, his favorite eyeshadow is blue— it’s got that somewhat tacky but classic party girl vibe.

He loves that with eyelash extensions and bright red lipstick. Party on!

Illuso

He will never admit it, but he thinks makeup is interesting. Hell, he’s even dabbled in it a few times and wasn’t all that bad at it.

Knowing how extravagant he is, he loves something glamorous. Nothing too flashy like Formaggio’s choice, but it should still be eye catching.

Deep sparkly purples do the trick for him. Bold eyebrows are a must. That, with long eyelash extensions and contouring has him swooning. Don’t forget deep kissable lipstick!

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hemmingslftv · 2 years

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"fuck, luke"

Word count: 2.8k

Warning: explicit sex (smut, 18+), swearing

Requested: no but requests are open!!

A/N: I'm not so sure about this but since it's written why not publish it. Definitely not my best work but idk. Tell me what you think about it, feedback is always appreciated.

Masterlist

Your best friend Michael had convinced you to go to his show, as he often did when they played close to home. You were hanging out backstage with him, the band, and the crew before the show started. You were sitting on a sofa with most of the people in the room while the boys finished getting ready.

"Hey! How's my favorite girl doing?" Michael asked as he sat next to you. You turned your phone off and looked up at him.

"Well, I'm sure I'd be better watching Netflix at home but there are free drinks so I'm not complaining" you joked.

"You always say the same but end up having the best time at our shows, I can see you dancing and singing your heart out from the stage"

"Shhh, that's a secret" you said as you placed your right index finger on your lips.

"So, how do you like my outfit?" Michael asked standing up so you could see it better. You thought about making a joke but you knew Michael's confidence wasn't the best so you decided on telling the truth right away hoping it'd make him feel better later on stage.

"You look stunning as always, you know I'm loving your stage fits lately"

"Thank you, y/n. You look pretty good yourself too" he said sitting back and hugging you. You couldn't help but notice Luke while you were hugging Michael. He was standing in front of a mirror, fixing his hair.

After a few minutes, Michael started talking to some other people from the crowd and you directed your attention back to the lead singer. To be fair, as long as he was in the room, your attention was always on him. He had finished fixing his hair and he was now looking for something in his makeup bag. He pulled out some glittery eyeshadow. You were still staring at him, having completely forgotten that you were in a room full of people. As Luke leaned in to apply some of the eyeshadow one of the buttons on his shirt popped open and you could clearly see his chest and abdomen through his reflection in the mirror. So many thoughts clouded your mind at that instant.

"Fuck, Luke" you almost moaned. He turned around to face you and a smirk appeared on his face. Wait, what? You couldn't have said that out loud, could you? You quickly scanned the room and realized everyone was staring at you. You could see Michael could barely control his laugh, knowing you had kept this secret for years now, it must have been hilarious to see you drop it that easily. You panicked more than you ever had before, stood up, and run away from the room as you muttered a quick "sorry". You headed to the rooftop, thinking there probably wasn't anyone there and a bit of fresh air could be good for you.

You sat on the ground looking at the view of the city from up there. After a couple of breathing exercises, you had calmed down almost completely. How could you have been so stupid? It would have been so easy to keep that thought to yourself. Now you were sure everyone was going to make fun of you if you ever dared to walk back into that room, and you didn't even want to begin to think what Luke would say. You heard the door to the rooftop open.

"Mike, I'm not in the mood" you said adding a big sigh right after, hoping Michael would go back without saying anything.

"I'm not Michael, but if you're not in the mood I can go" you looked at the door as soon as you recognized Luke's voice. Your cheeks turned a bright shade of pink as you made eye contact.

"Uhm, no, Luke, it's fine" you cleared up your throat trying to make your voice sound a bit stronger. "I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to say that" you tried to explain as he sat next to you, closer than he would normally, you noticed.

"You didn't mean to say that or you didn't mean for me to hear it?" Luke asked with a smirk constantly drawn on his lips. You hid your face behind your hands and looked down, embarrassment flooding your whole body. You hated that he was enjoying this situation so much. "It's okay, I think you're very attractive too" he said giggling right after. Your heart almost stopped at his confession.

"I never said that Hemmings" you replied looking back at him to discover he was even closer than before. You stared at his beautiful eyes getting lost in them. You had never had the chance to enjoy them that close and you had to admit their blue ocean color was stunning. You could have sworn you heard Luke saying something but you were far too distracted to understand him. "Excuse me, what?" you said shaking your head to escape your thoughts.

"There's no way you can deny it after that" he laughed and you couldn't help but giggle too. You were impressed by his confidence but you were loving getting to know this new side of him.

"You've got me, okay? I'm sorry, you're just way too distracting this close"

"What about now?" he said moving his head even closer.

"Even more"

"And now?" he moved as close as he could without your noses touching each other.

"Luke, don't play this game" you warned him, trying to stay as calm as you could with your heart beating faster than it ever had before.

"Why not?"

"Because I will end up hurt" you answered sincerely backing up from him just a little bit. Luke's smirk faded at your words and he frowned.

"I would never hurt you, y/n"

"I know you wouldn't do it intentionally but I like you too much to do this"

"We can do more, then"

"What do you mean?"

"I'd love to do more with you. I've wanted to do more with you for a long time now" he said making you smile shily.

"So, it wouldn't be just one kiss?" Luke shook his head no. "It wouldn't be just one fun night?" Luke shook his head no. "It wouldn't be just one date?" Luke shook his head no. "Okay, then. You can come closer now" You shifted your position so you were facing him better. Luke moved his head as he placed his right hand on your face, making you melt at his touch that felt comforting and burning at the same time. He stopped as close to you as he could letting you be the one to decide if you really wanted this and you did shortly after, closing the space between you with a soft kiss. When you pulled away you felt breathless even though the kiss had been short.

"Fuck, Luke"

"Is that your favorite phrase now?" you both laughed and he was soon leaning in to kiss you again. You opened your legs and he moved so he was in between them and in front of you. The kiss deepened quickly, the sexual tension between you two being too strong to ignore. Luke bit your lower lip with just the right amount of pressure before pulling apart from you. You pouted making him smile.

"We don't have a lot of time now" he said sitting up on his knees and rolling one of his hands through his blonde curls.

"I know" you replied trying to compose yourself.

"But if you want" Luke's smirk appeared on his face once again making you nervous "I can do something before the show, you just have to try to be quick" you couldn't deny his request, being already so worked up, so you nodded frantically. "I love that you're almost begging for me with your eyes, baby" Luke whispered to your ear biting your earlobe right after. A soft moan escaped your lips at his words. "Let's see if your body is as ready as you are". Luke's hands caressed your breast over your shirt shortly, pinching your nipples taking advantage of the fact that you weren't wearing a bra. Your breath accelerated at his actions.

"I'm so glad I chose to wear a skirt today" you said with a raspy voice and Luke hummed in agreement. Luke's hands traveled through your waist down to your legs and up and down your inner thighs a couple of times. You shivered when his right fingers traced your outer lips over your panties.

"You are so wet for me, y/n. You don't know how good it feels to know I did that to you" you moaned louder at his dirty talk. You two had never been intimate before and you already felt like he knew how to get your head spinning. Without any more talking he pushed your panties to the side and your breath hitched in your throat as you felt the cool air hitting your core. Luke left open-mouth kisses all over your neck as he started to run his fingers through your folds. His thumb drew circles on your clit, increasing his pressure and speed every couple of seconds. You threw your head back from the pleasure and Luke took this as a chance to suck harshly on the spot of your neck he was kissing before. Both of you knew it would leave a visible mark but you couldn't care less. You kept moaning softly at his actions, starting to feel light-headed from the pleasure. Just the thought of Luke being the one making you feel this way had you getting closer to your release. He pushed your legs apart a bit more before introducing one of his long fingers inside of you, not too quick but not too slow either. He watched you, observing your reaction. Your back curled and your lips parted. "Feels good, princess?" he asked already knowing the answer.

"Oh my god, yes. Keep going, I'm already close" you said moving your hips involuntarily. He did as he was told and picked up a pace with his finger, adding a second one as soon as he felt you were lubricated enough. After barely more than a minute the knot on your abdomen was growing rapidly and about to explode. Your moans got louder and you started to clench around Luke's fingers.

"You're doing so good for me" Luke praised, having realized his words had a clear effect on you. Suddenly someone knocked on the door to the rooftop.

"Luke, we need to be on stage now!" you heard Michael yelling from the other side of the door. Luke quickly placed his left hand on your mouth while the other one kept working on you, slowing his pace.

"Just give me a minute, I'll be right there!" he said looking at you as if to ask if a minute was enough, you nodded, feeling your release approaching by the second.

"y/n, are you okay?" you cursed Michael on your head for worrying about you right now.

"Yes, she is!" Luke answered for you.

"Can she speak for herself?" he insisted. Luke took his hand off your mouth carefully and stopped the movement of his fingers knowing it would have been impossible for you to talk otherwise.

"I'm fine Michael, just give us a second!" you tried to sound as normal as you could.

"Okay! But only a minute Luke or they'll kill us!". As soon as you heard Michael's voice fade away as he turned back from the door Luke started thrusting his fingers into you at a newfound pace, way quicker than before.

"Oh fuck, Luke, just like that" you said as your right hand traveled to your clit to massage it just the way you knew would get you off. Luke placed his left hand on your back just to keep you stable.

"You did so good talking to Michael, babygirl. I know you're close, I can feel it, just let go" Luke kept praising you and maintaining his pace and after just a few seconds you felt the knot on your abdomen exploding and a rush of adrenaline clouding your brain. After helping you through your high, Luke pulled out his fingers and sucked on them making you groan.

"That was so good" you breathed coming down from your orgasm.

"I know. Tastes very good too" Luke said kissing you once he had finished cleaning his fingers so you would taste yourself in his mouth.

"Can't wait to do more with you, Luke. Now go before they come back looking for you, I'll be there as soon as I can walk" you giggled.

"Do you think the crowd will like it if I wear my shirt like this?" Luke asked and you realized he had never buttoned it up.

"Oh you wouldn't dare Hemmings"

"Watch me" he said standing up and walking towards the door "I need something to get your attention on me and get you ready for me again". You rolled your eyes as he went back inside the arena. A couple minutes later you were on the side of the stage, watching their show, locking eyes with Luke every couple of minutes. You ran to the backstage area right before the show finished and started talking to the stage manager about how good it had been. Suddenly you felt someone's hands on your hips.

"Michael! That was amazing!" you said turning around.

"You're gonna have to stop thinking I'm Michael, but thanks" Luke replied pushing you softly until your back hit a countertop while he kissed you, the conversation you were having long forgotten.

"Everyone's watching, Lu" you said as soon as the kiss finished with a shy tone and blushing.

"I love how easy that nickname rolled off your lips" he stated making your blush more evident. "If you're okay with it, I don't care if they're watching, let them see us now that I can finally have you". You weren't expecting Luke to be so affectionate towards you in front of others this quick, knowing he had always been reserved when it came to relationships. But the fact that he wanted to be seen with you made you feel safe and confident. You nodded as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He grabbed you by your thighs and sat you on the countertop. You pressed your forehead to his, just enjoying this newfound proximity that made you both feel butterflies in your stomach.

"Ew, lovebirds! Finally, I guess" Michael said making you both jump. You smiled at him and he smiled back at you, both of you being aware of how long you had wanted this. "Now if you do anything and I mean anything that upsets her, you won't have anywhere to hide, do you understand?" Michael said as he pointed at Luke with his index finger. Luke nodded and you laughed.

"Do you wanna come over tonight, y/n? We can finish what we started earlier" Luke said knowing you'd blush at him saying it in front of your best friend. You felt so bad for your answer but you had to say it anyway.

"Uhm, I am so so sorry but I had already promised Michael a game night" you explained.

"I see, so a girl has her priorities set, friends over dicks" he joked making your blush increase.

"You should know she'll always choose me first, Luke, that's just how it is" Luke laughed and held up his hands as a defeat sign. You loved that they were best friends too.

"But if you can and Michael is okay with it maybe you could join us?" you said hopeful, wanting to enjoy the company of both of them.

"I don't know about that" Michael said quickly. You looked at him pouting knowing he couldn't resist you, just as you couldn't have resisted him if the tables were turned. "Okay, okay, I can never say no to your puppy eyes". You cheered with content making Luke look at you with adoration. "But, I have one very important condition" you nodded "no PDA, please. I don't think I'd survive".

"Fair enough" Luke said hugging you and pulling you down from the countertop. You gave him a quick peck on the lips before turning to Michael. He was looking at you with a disgusted face making you laugh.

"Sorry, sorry, that was the last one" you promised.

"I sure hope so". The three of you headed to Michael's place after saying your goodbyes and spent the rest of the night playing videogames and eating pizza. You felt like you couldn't have asked for anything more and you were excited to see how things with Luke would be from now on.

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Being in a Relationship with Eddie Munson…

A/N: I literally manifested Eddie into Stranger Things. You don’t understand. He is actually dream boyfriend for me. I’ve never become so attached to a fictional character like this. I might make an NSFW version of this, or just turn this into a fic instead.

Warnings: Like, one curse word. Reader is female and uses she/her pronouns. Reader is also a bit of a “girly girl,” if you will. It’s also implied that the reader is shorter than Eddie. This might as well be a fic, but here we are.

I did not proof read this and sort of threw it together last minute, so I have everyone likes it. Let me know if I should turn this into a series instead! Also, send me any of your Stranger Things requests please!

Contains possible spoilers for Stranger Things, season four!

You had just transferred schools when you moved to Hawkins. Much against what you wanted, your parents had convinced themselves that the small town was the best place to be.

You wouldn’t have minded it, really. However, they chose to move right before your senior year began. This caused a ton of unwanted stress, on your part. You were forced to make new friends, in a new environment.

Your first day couldn’t go that bad, right? You stuck to your usual routine, styling your hair to perfection, wearing your pink lipstick and glittery eyeshadow. You had already set out your outfit for the day too. A light pink, long sleeved blouse with some ruffles on the sleeves. Your nicest blue jeans, with a pink belt, and some white flats.

Sure, you weren’t trying to impress anybody, but it wouldn’t hurt to make a good first impression. Right?

The assistant at the front desk was kind enough to give you your schedule for the semester. The school wasn’t too big, but still intimidating, nonetheless. She could probably tell by the look on your face.

Behind you, in one of the chairs, a boy, not much older than you, sat slouched over. He was tapping his foot, drumming his fingers on his knee. He had long, curly brown hair, tattoos scattered on different parts of his body, and wore a shirt with “The Hellfire Club” across it.

He must have felt you staring at him, because his finger drumming ceased, and he glanced up at you. His eyes were a warm, but dark brown. He smiled at you, causing your cheeks to flush, and you turned back to face the assistant at the desk.

“Okay,” the woman started to say. “Here’s a list of different clubs and extra curricular activities you might be interested in. Also, don’t forget the deadline coming up to pay for your cap and gown for graduation.”

You nodded, eager to figure out where your classes would be. As you took the paper from her, she glanced right behind you to the boy you had just noticed. “If I let you go now, do you think you could stay out of trouble for the rest of the day, Mr. Munson?” She inquired.

The boy stood up instantly, nodding his head, smiling. “Of course, Mrs. Nelson. I swear.” He said. The lady, Mrs. Nelson, rolled her eyes.

“The other condition is that you assist Ms. Y/L/N today, with helping her find her classes, and giving her a tour of the high school.” She stated, taking a seat in her chair.

“Yes, that’s no problem at all.” He said, still wearing a wide smile on his face. He rushed by you, opening up the door to the office, and gestured for you to go before him. “My lady, after you.” You smiled shyly. He was cute, for sure. Not someone you thought to be your type, though. Plus, you hadn’t even met anyone else yet. I’m sure there were plenty of other people in Hawkins that could be a match for you.

Eddie, on the other hand, felt his heart racing for some reason. You were so cute, the way your hair framed your face, the pink lipstick perfectly applied to your pretty lips, and the way you smiled. He needed to calm down, though. He didn’t even know you. He, quite literally, just met you.

“So, I didn’t quite catch your first name, hun.” He looked over to you. You blushed again, your eyes meeting his, only for you to break contact with them almost immediately. “It’s Y/N.” You said. “What’s yours?”

“It’s Eddie. Eddie Munson.” He shot a toothy grin at you. “So, where are you from, Y/N? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“I used to live in New York, but my parents wanted somewhere more quiet to live, so here I am.” You explained to him. He listened, not interrupting at all.

“So, let’s see what we have here.” He said, snatching the schedule from your hands. “Hey, your first class is with Ms. O’Donnel. I have her first period too. Maybe we can talk more about you over a boring English lesson. What do you say, New York?” He teased you with the nickname. You smiled, starting to feel comfortable in his presence. “Totally.”

—

“Mr. Munson, are you and Ms. Y/L/N going to join us today?” The teacher asked, clearly annoyed with the whispering and giggling coming from you and Eddie.

“I’m sorry, Ms. O’Donnel.” Eddie cleared his throat. “I’m just helping Y/N here get comfortable with Hawkin’s High.” He nudged you with his elbow playfully, smiling at you. That damn smile, again.

—

Eddie helped you find each of your classes after that, even inviting you to sit with him and his friends at lunch.

After your first class, the day went pretty smoothly, until it was time for lunch. As you walked into the cafeteria, tray in hand, your eyes darted around to find Eddie, or at least an empty table to sit at.

Somehow, Eddie was able to spot you pretty quickly. He sauntered over to you, grasping one of your hands in his. You could feel the coolness of his rings on your own fingers. You had just met this guy. Why did it feel so natural to hold his hand? “Hey there again, New York. I saved you a seat right next to me.” You smiled as he led you to said seat.

“I’m honored to get to sit next to you, Munson.” You playfully teased. He laughed, “Hey, not many others have such privilege to be in your spot, New York.”

You noticed his friends eventually began to take there seats at the table. They were all sporting the same shirt that Eddie had been wearing. “So,” you began to say, “the Hellfire Club. What is that?”

“Have you ever heard of Dungeons and Dragons?” One of Eddie’s friends asked. He wore a baseball cap and had curls like Eddie. “I’m Dustin, by the way. Dustin Henderson.” He smiled brightly at you. You gave him a smile back. “I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you, Dustin. And yes, I know of D&D. I’ve never played though.” It was true. You had a younger brother who was into the game, though you never agreed to play with him and his friends.

Dustin was about to speak, when suddenly Eddie began speaking in a very deep voice, a magazine held up close to his face. “The Devil has come to America. Dungeons and Dragons, at first regarded as a harmless game of make-believe, now has both parents and psychologists concerned. Studies have linked violent behavior to the game, saying it promotes satanic worship, ritual sacrifice, sodomy, suicide, and even…” he trailed off, only to slam the magazine onto the table in front of him, “murder!”

You giggled at his impression, along with the others. “We’re freaks because we like to play a fantasy game.” He stood up on the table now. “But as long s you’re into band or science or parties or a game where you toss balls into laundry baskets…”

Across the room, one of the basketball players stood up, looking at Eddie with a face of disgust. “You want something, freak?” He yelled. Eddie just stuck his tongue out at the guy, laughing while doing so.

“It’s forced conforming.” Eddie spoke. “That’s what’s killing the kids! That’s the real monster.” His friends laughed once again. Finally, he took his seat next to you again. “So, guys, this is Y/N.” He introduced you. His friends made brief introductions to you.

“So, uh, speaking of monsters, uh, Lucas has to do his, uh, balls-in-laundry-baskets game.” Dustin spoke, nervously. Eddie just glanced over at him. “So…” He trailed off, laughing, probably due to anxiety. “He’s not gonna be able to make it to Hellfire tonight.” He continued on, “And I know there’s no way we can beat your sadistic campaign without him. So, me and Mike were talking, shooting the shit, and we were thinking that maybe we might…” He paused.

“Postpone!” Mike finally spoke up, finishing off Dustin’s thought for him. Almost instantly, the majority of the group protested. After a heated discussion, Eddie came up with a solution for the two boys. Find a sub for this Lucas guy.

Dustin gestured to you. “What about your new girlfriend here, Eddie. She said she knows enough about the game. Have her sub for Lucas. Plus, you’ll get to spend more time with her that way.” The boy teased, chasing your cheeks to turn bright red. Eddie chuckled, looking to you.

“What do you say, New York? Just one time?” He asked, reached over and giving your hand a squeeze. “For me?” He put on a fake pouty face and batter his eyes at you. “Sure.” You agreed.

—

That was the beginning of you and Eddie’s relationship. You two became pretty much inseparable. Two best friends. You trusted him enough to try weed for the first time. Since then, you two met up at his trailer almost every day to smoke and hang out.

Your parents weren’t huge fans of him, as polite as he was when he came over to hang out with you. But they managed to tolerate your friendship with him.

One particular night, Eddie invited you over after school, and suggested a sleep over. “We can go pick up any movies you want to watch. We can even get pizza and smoke and have a good time.” He proposed to you, leaning against the lockers next to yours.

“I don’t know, Eddie. My parents would never let that happen. And I have that huge test on Monday to study for.” You rambled on. You were so cute, Eddie thought to himself.

“C’mon, sweetheart. It’s one night. Just tell your parents that you’ll be at Nancy’s. Plus, you have the rest of the weekend to study. I’ve barely gotten to see you this week.” He pleaded with you, holding his hand over his heart dramatically. You rolled your eyes. “Fine. Just pick me up from my place at 5 o’clock. Just so I can get some stuff together.” He smiled, grabbing your hand and kissing your knuckles.

“Of course, my lady. Your chariot will arrive at 5 o’clock sharp.” He said, smiling down at you. He was so pretty, you thought to yourself. “I’ll see you later, New York.” He called out, heading to his next class. You shook your head and laughed at him.

—

After picking you up, the movies up, and the pizza, you found yourself at Eddie’s trailer again. His uncle worked nights, so you knew you guys would have a smooth, undisturbed evening.

Eddie passed the blunt over to you, and began to set up the movie on the small TV that sat in the living room. You took a couple of hits from the blunt, and once your felt comfortably high, you passed the rest of it back to Eddie. You knew he’d finish it off, anyway. He always did. He knew you hated the burn.

The movie started, and you and Eddie began to eat your dinner together. He would make fun of the actors or characters most of the time. “Come on, Y/N. It’s so cheesy.” You rolled your eyes at him. “Someone’s got an attitude tonight.” He remarked, poking at you for fun.

“Eddie, I swear to God, if you touch me again, I will personally have to lay you out.” You laughed, threatening him playfully. He chuckled. “I would love to see you try, sweetheart.”

Without warning, you reached your hands over to Eddie, and began to attack his most ticklish spots. His ribs. “Not fair!” He protested, only to be cut off by more of his own laughter as you kept going.

At some point during all of this, you ended up on top of him, holding him down during your brutal attack to his sides. Eddie was able to get one of his free hands and start his own attack on you. “Hey!” You exclaimed, laughing uncontrollably now. You were both flipped now, Eddie pinning you down this time. He smiled down at you, and his hands ceased their attack on you. Once your caught your breathe, you noticed Eddie smiling down at you, his brown eyes locking into yours.

“Eddie—” you started to say. “You know, you’re so pretty, New York.” He said quietly. Without hesitation, you reached up to grab his face, and kissed him. He returned the kiss, his own hands finding their place on top of yours. He pulled away suddenly. “I’m sorry— I don’t know what I was thinking—” Eddie cut you off with another kiss. “Why are you apologizing. Don’t you know how long I’ve been waiting for this?” He said quietly against your lips.

From that point on, you two were the knew “it” couple. Not for the same reasons that Steve and Nancy were. But because nobody understood why a girl like you was with a guy like Eddie.

Hell, even Eddie didn’t understand it. But he just knew how much he loved you and how lucky he was.

You two still continued to hang out pretty much every day. The hardest part was telling your parents about it. You told Eddie that you could tell them on your own. But he refused. “Your parents already don’t like me very much. The least I can do is be courteous and tell them I’m dating their daughter.” He had told you.

You were at every single band practice, too. And you showed up for every concert, as small as they were.

Everything was perfect. Eddie was completely in love with you.

He loves when you play with his hair, or even style it for him.

He’s just so proud of you. You’re the love of his life and he gets to call you his? It’s almost too good to be true.

Totally sneaks in through your window, now that your parents don’t let you have him over as much.

He usually takes you with him anytime he’s “doing business with someone.” This time, it happened to be Chrissy. Much to both of your surprises, but you could tell she was going through it.

It seemed like your presence with Eddie made it less intimidating for her, and you were glad it did. But when she asked for something stronger, and you and Eddie took her back to his trailer, everything went from totally perfect to a complete disaster.

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ghostgorlsworld · 2 years

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Violent Delights

A Billy Hargrove x Plus-size! Reader fic.

Billy Hargrove is the silent, angry coworker you've been trying to avoid for months, unwilling to get yourself tangled in Hawkin's bad boy. But one day, you begin to notice the scars on his body, the random attacks of headaches and violent flashbacks, the way you always had a nagging feeling there was someone else peeking at you from his eyes--you've never been able to resist a mystery.

(I know, I know, the summary is weird, but in other words: Plus-size Reader works with Billy at Family Video and slowly begins befriending him as summer goes on. Billy, struggling with becoming a better person and his memories of the upside down, isn't used to kindness, but once he's had a taste of yours, he can't stay away.)

Warnings: umm Canon-typical violence, smut in the future, will be a continued series.

Part One:

"Welcome to Family Video, how can I help you?"

The girl is standing beside the romantic comedies section, her leopard-print purse clutched tight to her side. She's young, maybe your age, her hair curled into an attractive blonde fluff that reminds you of Sandra Dee from Grease, her eyes circled with blue eyeshadow and doll-like lashes that must have taken an hour to perfect.

Obviously, she's not here to see you.

"Does, um, Billy work here?" She asks, smiling shyly.

You sigh. Deeply.

Just to screw with her, you begin, "Billy…?" Her face falls.

You take mercy on her. "Billy Hargrove?"

She brightens, "Yes, him!" "Yeah, well, he's stocking behind the red curtain," you wave vaguely behind you, towards the silky red curtain that separates the, ahem, adult movies from the main lobby. "I'd be careful though, he's got his panties in a bunch today." She gives you a startled look, either because you said the word panties casually or because perhaps she's disillusioned herself into thinking that Billy Hargrove is a pleasant person. She gives you a glossy smile as thanks and makes her move, slipping behind that red curtain with a trilling, "Hi, Billy!" You feel sorry for her, just like how you've felt sorry for the poor souls that have been approaching Billy at Family Video for the past six months, all of them dolled up and fresh from college, looking for the smooth-talking charmer that they knew through their school years. You remembered when he first rolled into Hawkins, an egotistical jackass with a chip the size of Jupiter in his shoulder and a face too pretty for his own good—but he's different now (not necessarily less egotistical or pretty,) but…different.

You hadn't liked him then and you certainly don't like him now, not with how many times middle aged moms come in here with necklines lower than their standards, asking Billy in low, sultry voices what he thinks they should watch. He always passes them off to you like diseases and you would be the one to have to deal with disappointed, sulky women that always pick Valley Girl or Dirty Dancing to rent, their eyes glaring watery holes through you as if it was your fault they weren't getting laid tonight.

Sure enough, the Sandra Dee lookalike storms from the red curtain with her face crumpled like a newspaper, her mouth screwing up as if she were about to cry. "How do you deal with him?" She demands on her way to the door. "He's such an ass!" You shrug and watch her leave, her lovely pink heels carrying her into a car and out of view, something you have wanted to do since eight this morning.

"Really?" You say loudly, glancing towards the curtain. "She was sweet—you didn't have to make her cry."

His voice echoes from the curtain, deep and irritated. "Fuck off, kid." You flip off the curtain, though you know he can't see it. "Ditto, jackass." His tone sharpens."What did you say?" "You heard me," you respond sweetly, picking up a box of returns that have to be put back in their proper places on the shelves. You set it on a nearby cart and begin filing the movies away, genre by genre—you know most of them by name now, since you were prone to taking a handful home every week and working your way through them. You've loved movies since you were little, which is what made you apply here six months ago when you wanted an after-school gig for your senior year.

Family Video isn't the worst job in the world, but it's boring and summer is right around the corner—all you want to do today is climb into a swimsuit and float in the blowup pool in your backyard, drinking red Kool-aide and reveling in the heat and harsh sun. Homework can be damned tonight, you'll play catch-up over the weekend when the sun has set.

"Hey." You don't look up, too focused on shoving The Breakfast Club between Sixteen Candles and Pretty in Pink, Molly Ringwald's pretty, round face smiling up at you from the plastic covers.

"Hey, kid." A foot nudges your knee.

You look up into Billy Hargrove's frowning face, his arms crossed over his chest—somehow, he had intimidated the boss into allowing him not to wear the customary Family Video uniform, just a simple name tag in his Led Zeppelin shirt, his worn jeans slung low on his hips.

You hadn't been so lucky—it had been hard to find pants that would go over your large hips, much less a dress shirt that would button without gaping over your chest, so you ended up with a baggy Family Video shirt, jeans, and the ugly green vest.

"What, Billy?" You sigh, pushing your hair out of your face.

His frown deepens—you don't think he's quite gotten used to a girl that doesn't want him, especially an eighteen-year old virgin that's twice the size of the women he dates. "What time did the head honcho say to close tonight?" "Eight," you answer shortly, pushing yourself to your feet. Billy isn't the tallest man in the world but he's certainly taller than you, which makes any glare you try to give him ineffective. "By the way, if Janice Carver comes in here just before closing again, you're going to be the one "assisting" her this time. I'm tired of middle-aged women looking at me like I'm getting in the way of their hot date." "I think not, sweetheart, I have shit to do," Billy says briskly, pushing past you to pluck Lethal Weapon off the shelf. "My shithead sister Max needs a ride home tonight, I can't stay past closing." "Isn't that convenient?" You say dryly, moving back to the register to pull yourself up on the counter as you watch him scrutinize Mel Gibson's square-jawed heroism, his hand tapping his rings against the metal shelf. He's not the same boy he was, not with those endless purple circles under his eyes, or the hollow look to his cheeks.

Something happened to him last year—maybe a relative died, or a girlfriend broke up with him, but whatever it was did a serious number on Billy.

"What did you tell that girl to make her cry?" You ask suddenly.

Billy looks up, eyebrows raised. The two of you have operated on a don't-ask-don't-tell basis for the past several months of working with each other, neither of you exactly interested in the gooey details of each other's lives.

"What do you care?" He asks. It comes out more hostile than you had been expecting.

You shrug. "I don't. I'm just bored." Billy looks at you for a long moment, his blue eyes dull and tired. "Kid, I didn't even know who she fuckin' was. Maybe I screwed her, maybe I didn't. It doesn't matter anymore."

"Why?" "Why, what?" He snaps impatiently, ready to be done with the conversation.

"Why doesn't it matter anymore?" That makes him pause, the clinking noise of his rings against the shelves pausing. Your skin prickles at the empty, blank look to his eyes, the way his mouth tips up into a sharp grin that doesn't disturb the rest of his face. "It just doesn't, sweetheart. Now piss off." This is what you get for trying to talk to Billy Hargrove. You roll your eyes and bury yourself in the latest film magazine, taking your lunch break outside on a bench so you wouldn't have to feel his eyes on you—but it doesn't work, you still feel watched even with bowl of chicken salad.

It's almost creepy. In fact, you have half a mind to grab a newspaper and peruse the job offer section, just to get away from this strange man that acts like he's relearning how to be a human.

But, you've always had an overactive imagination—and where else would you get your free movies?

In fifteen minutes, lunch break is over and you're stuffing your brown lunch bag into the trash, another four hours of keeping pubescent boys from ducking under the red curtain and smiling at couples choosing a movie for their date ahead of you.

You watch a boy in a jersey throw his arm around a freckled redheaded girl as they walk through the door—they're younger than you by a few years, but the girl seems to recognize you, her mouth stretching into a reserved smile. "Hi, is Billy still here?"

You sigh once more, if only you had a dollar every time someone said that to you…

"Yeah, let me go get him real quick," you say reluctantly, slipping into the backroom where he likes to smoke when he thinks you're not looking, the door closing shut softly behind you. "Billy?" You say, switching on the weak, yellowing light. Shelves of broken or old tapes line the walls, the distinct stench of cigarettes in the air; your hand brushes an old movie reel and a cloud of dust erupts, curling into the dim light. "God, Billy, why are you so fucking creepy?" "Go away." Billy is against the wall, his palms pressed into his eyes as if the light was hurting him. He's hunched into himself, his skin slick with sweat as his body shakes, his eyes glinting up at you between his fingers hatefully as if you were causing this unknown hurt.

"Billy," you whisper softly.

"Leave me the fuck alone." He bares his teeth but it has no venom, his face paling as he slumps farther against the wall. "Holy shit, Billy, you've got to get to a hospital." You kneel beside him and reach for his forehead to feel his temperature, but his hand snatches yours out of the air, his fingers so tight around your wrist you have to bite back a yelp.

"You don't know what you're dealing with," Billy hisses through clenched teeth, his eyes boring into yours. "I could hurt you."

You ignore him, craning to look into his pale, bloodshot eyes. "There's a girl and her boyfriend here to see you—do they know about whatever this is? Can they help you?"

He shakes his head, his fingers tightening on my wrist painfully. "No, no, tell Max I'm not here. She can't see this, she wouldn't understand."

"Your sister? But-" Billy yanks your wrist, pulling you closer so you were face to face him. His face is pale and bloodless, his blue eyes eerily bright as his cracked lips mouth the word: "Please." He doesn't say please often. You swallow hard, fear slipping into your gut like ice.

"Please," he repeats, eyes boring into yours.

"Okay," you whisper. "Okay. Let go of me."

Billy blinks, looking down at his hand around your wrist as if he hadn't realized it was there. He lets go, leaving clear purpling imprints of his fingers on your soft skin.

You compose yourself at the door and walk out in the lobby casually, slipping your bruised wrist into your pocket. "I couldn't find him. He must still be out on break." Max tilts her head at you, pale eyes scanning your face. For a moment, you think she knows you're lying, but then she sighs and pushes her red curls out of her face. "Shit. Well, could you tell him I won't need a ride home tonight? Mom said she wants me to stay over at her house."

You force a smile, "Yeah, I'll tell him when I see him." "Thanks." Max takes her boyfriend's hand, yanking him away from the Action/Adventure section. "Let's go Lucas, Dustin will be pissed if we're late."

You wait until she's completely out of sight before dashing back into the backroom, finding Billy pushed up on a chair, his curly head placed between his knees as his nails dig ruts into the green shag carpet.

"Are you okay?" You ask cautiously, holding out a water bottle leftover from your lunch.

"Do I fuckin' look like it?" But he raises his head and accepts the water, draining half of it in one gulp. He wipes his mouth, squinting up at you in a tired, pissed-off way. "You're being pretty goddamn nice for someone who doesn't like me." "I don't have to like you to not want you to die," you say, digging out a bottle of Tylenol. "I wouldn't want that on my conscious. Here, take these." Billy's mouth twists as if he wants to laugh, surprisingly docile as he accepts the painkillers. He already looks better, the blood returning to his cheeks, the sweat drying on his skin.

"Did you have a seizure or something?" You ask, taking a seat beside him. "My aunt used to have bad migraines, sometimes it made her like this."

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you, sweetheart," Billy says, sounding more and more like himself. He slips a cigarette from his pocket but his hands are shaking too badly for him to light it.

"Would you mind?" "These will kill you," you say, but you light it anyway. "Trust me, I'll die long before lung cancer catches up with me." Billy pushes himself on his feet, swaying slightly. "What did Max want?" "She said she doesn't need a ride tonight, something about her mom wanting her to stay with her for the night. Are you sure you're okay, Hargrove?" "Goddamnit, Susan," Billy sighs, rubbing his eyes with his palms. In typical Billy fashion, he ignores your question and disappears into the bathroom—you wince as you hear his heaves, the distinct sound of someone vomiting their guts up making you a little nauseous yourself.

What could that have been? You've never seen a seizure but that seemed different, it was almost as if he was having a nightmare—a nightmare while wide awake.

"Christ," you whisper to yourself. You drift back behind the register desk, your head buzzing with the beginning stages of a headache.

Billy doesn't say another word for the rest of the shift. The minute the sign flips, he yanks his denim jacket over his shoulders and slams the door behind him, leaving you alone in the darkening shop, the shelves seeming to grow long, creeping shadows in his absence.

There is something wrong there—but is it any of your business? Is it really your problem if he doesn't want help? No, it's not. That doesn't stop you from thinking about it on the way home.

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man-moth-hook-hand · 1 year

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Welcome to My Nightmare Ch. 3

Things start to pick up. Adam becomes more prevelent to the story, Michael fades out. Perhaps the boys are more than they seem? Maybe you realize things too late?

Side note *This is the length of the two previous chapter combinned, a lot happens*

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Chapter Three: I Walk Among the Creatures of the Night

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I didn’t get good sleep last night, thankfully Lucy woke me up. She noticed, making a comment on my undereye bags. She bought my excuse about staying up too late. My mind couldn’t shake that man. He was. . . menacing. Not in a scary way, but in a nonconfrontational way, lurking in the shadows, never emerging to answer my questions. I don’t know what his motive is, why he’s following me, who he is, and why it’s only him and not Paul. He couldn’t possibly look at me through the window, I’m too high up. Right? That bring up my dreams, how is he in them? Why is he reoccurring? What about him makes him so special?

I must be paranoid. I must be. He must have just frightened me; therefore, I’m seeing him everywhere because I’m thinking about him all the time. I mean think about it, if you want your world to change, you must perceive it to be a certain way. If I want him to follow me, I must assume he will, therefore it will happen. It’s like wanting a job promotion really bad, and eventually you get it. After I ran through my logic a few times I came to the conclusion I was being silly.

As I got ready for work, I picked up my ring, earrings, and necklace. Then, I made my way into the small bathroom to check over my outfit and fix my hair. Doing my hair in any way always made me relaxed. It was therapeutic in a way, to move each strand and take my time adjusting small details to change my look. That’s what makes me special after all.

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Jennifer greeted me with a wave once I made it to the store. “Hey! How was the guy from last night? Did you go home with him. . . “ She questioned while wiggling her brows.

My face crinkled in disgust “Girl, he reeked of weed and asked if I wanted to ‘Hang out with some cool cats.’ Absolutely not!”

“That’s hilarious! I have to tell Adam that.” She walked behind the counter. “Come here, I’ll show you how to open.” She counted money, flipped the signs and lights on, and finally put out the displays. “We always put covers over the glass and the other displays in the back room. Brenda’s always freaking out about people stealing but, I don’t know if she’s ever heard of shoplifting.”

I marveled at the color-coded jewelry around the shop. To the right was the checkout counter with the more expensive jewelry, across there was the children’s and costume, and the mid-range was seated between the piercing station and the counter. Behind the counter was a door labeled EMPLOYEES ONLY. I smiled to myself; perhaps things were turning around for me.

The rest of the day was average, Jennifer had to pierce people’s ear because I wasn’t certified yet. It was a little jarring to see parents come in with their five year olds, or even younger children. My mother took me to get my ears pierced when I was an infant, I couldn’t believe they allowed it too. Five rolled around and James, what you would call a textbook definition of a nerd came in for the night shift with Brenda.

“How did your first day go?” Brenda asked. Today she was dawning green eyeshadow and pink lipstick. Interesting choice.

“Jennifer pierced some peoples ears and everything else seemed pretty regular, I think” I wasn’t really sure how to answer.

“Oh, that’s right! We need to get you to piercing people ears, that’s how I made most of my money, until that other guy came in offering at a cheaper price. He uses guns and that tears the ear, causing it to keloid or heal wrong.” She shook her head in distaste. “If anybody asks why ours are more expensive, that’s why, and they’re real silver and gold. Not that fake nickel shit he’s got.”

“You got it.” I said. I waved my goodbyes to everyone and tried to find my wat to Lucy. She mentioned a video store. I wandered the board walk until I found a store with TV’s and magazines. Max’s Video Store, how original. Inside, I spotted Lucy talking to a young girl with brown curly hair.

“Hey,” I waved to the both of them.

“Hi, (Y/N). this is Maria, my coworker.” Lucy gestured to Maria. She waved in response.

“It’s nice to meet you. I’m not trying to rush you, but when do you get off?” I felt a little pushy asking her, but I wanted to just relax after dealing with cranky customers for eight hours.

“Come back in about an hour and a half, ok? Max’ll be here then.”

“You got it!” And with that I went off on my own. Shortly after stepping out of the store, I found Paul, alone again. I wondered if he even knew that white haired guy. He must, they were with each other.

“Hey Lady!” Paul bounced over to me, “What’cha doing?”

“I just got of work, I’m waiting for my ride. How ‘bout you?” I scanned the area, nothing suspicious. . . yet.

“That’s cool, so are you doing anything later?” Paul pursed his lips.

“Paul,” I sighed “I just said I was waiting for my ride.” He was most certainly not the brightest.

“Oh yeah.”

“Anyway, I’ll have to be goin’ now,” I smiled at him. Not a thought was behind those eyes.

“Alright. Well, I got to go too, see ya around squirt!” Paul yelled before dashing into the crowd. Yep, no thoughts, head empty.

I headed inside the video store, Lucy mentioned how her dad didn’t have a TV, but it wouldn’t hurt to look at some movies, right? I spotted Gizmo on the cover of Gremlins, one of my favorite movies. I went to reach for him when someone tapped my shoulder.

“Adam!” I was pleasantly surprised. “What’s up?”

“Nothing much, I just saw you in here and wanted to know if you were busy later.”

“I would but, my ride,” I gestured to Lucy, “I don’t have a ride without her.”

“I have a car,” Adam quickly suggested, “I could take you home if you wanted.”

I thought over it for a moment, “Sure, I think I could work something out, let me tell Lucy.” She was busy talking to a customer,I waited until she was done. “Hey, Lucy, my friend Adam said he would take me home tonight, so you don’t have to.”

“Oh? alright, you kids be careful!” She tried to tell me before we ran out of the store.

“Alright, what’s the plan?” I eagerly look to him.

“Well, I didn’t really plan anything; however, if you’re so inclined to do something, we can go to the beach, maybe star gaze a little?” He looked at me and wiggled his brows, I see where Jennifer got it from.

“Sure, I’d like that.” I had never really had a guy ask me to do something like that, it was romantic instead of some obscene suggestion, or I had hoped so.

Once the ride to the beach was over, Adam brought out a basket from the backseat, almost like he had been secretly planning this. He laid an old mauve purple blanket, which I think was a rich purple at one point. Then he set the basket close to him, bringing out two cans of Pepsi, along with a bag of Doritos for each.

“Seems like you planned this?” I playfully nugged his shoulder.

“What? me? no way,” He laughed at the thought. “Hey, I’ll be back, I have to powder my nose,” Adam smacked his nose as if there were a powder puff there. He seemed to be funnier the longer I was around him.

I laid there looking at the stars trying to decipher how people found the constellations. I mean, this is impressive, right? I feel like I’ve seen the big dipper in three different places. My nonsensical ramblings were soon interrupted by Adam standing ten feet away from me.

“Jesus Christ, Adam!” I clenched my heart for a moment, “Adam?” There was no answer, he looked a little different than before.

“You mind if I join you?” the man asked. He was tall, with long dark brown hair, and conveniently didn’t wear a shirt. His slight New Jersey accent broke the silence “You wanna go for a ride? There’s the bluffs not too far from here.” he suggested.

“No, Uh, my boyfriend’s coming back so I can’t go with you. Plus, my mom’s expecting me home tonight.” I tried to shake the weird stranger off me. I don’t know if he believed me or not, I hoped that he did.

“Can I help you?” Adam’s voice came from the dark.

“No, just wanted to ask the lady if she wanted to go for a ride, I see she’s got that taken care of.” The man seemed to understand that he could not follow me without a fuss. He turned the direction that I think he came from and walked away.

Adam rushed over to me. “Who was that?” He whispered.

“I don’t know,” my heart was beating too fast, I felt it logged in my throat. I looked to where he had gone, and my stomach dropped.

“(Y/N)” Adam tried to get my attention, “(Y/N)!” he shouted.

I looked at him. “he’s gone.”

“Yes, I know-“

“No!” I pointed to where he stood, “He’s gone.”

Adam glanced to where the man stood moments before, nothing. Somehow that was more terrifying than some person being there. Was he watching us from somewhere else? Behind? In the car? Or perhaps he was some sort of creature ready to pounce, waiting for the right moment to catch up off guard.

“Maybe we should do this some other time,” Adam suggested, “Let’s go watch a movie or something.” As we packed up our things as left, I looked once more into the night. Nothing. Perhaps a movie wouldn’t be so bad, it’s just a movie, right? Like now, it’s just a movie, it’s not real.

The only bad thing is that Adam had failed to mention the movie was at his house. “So, what do you want to watch?” He sifted thought the VHS tapes on a shelf.

I looked around the living room before planting myself on the brown couch. “I guess what ever you want to.”

“You’ll love this, It’s one of my favorite movies, besides some of the classis monster favorites.” He pulled out a movie called Fright Night.

“What’s it about?” I asked. the movie had seemed familiar. “I think I saw the trailer for that a couple years ago.”

“So like, there’s the main character Charley, and his girlfriend Amy. Charley gets a new neighbor and thinks he’s a vampire, especially after people start to go missing. Anyway, the vampire tries to seduce Amy.” Adam popped the VHS into the TV.

“What happens at the end?” I asked as Adam plopped next to me. Maybe a horror movie where a young girl is stalked by a vampire wasn’t the best option after the events of the night.

“That’s a surprise! But what I can tell you is that it has an absolutely amazing soundtrack. I have the CD actually, it was hard to find for sure.

Halfway into the movie Adam slung his arm over my shoulder. It was really cute. It was nice to have someone do little gestures to me, it makes life special. “Ya know,” Adam interrupted the movie, “this may be a little forward, but could I kiss you?”

I was absolutely dumfounded for a moment, I think my mouth was open because his expression changed quickly. “If you don’t want to-”

“No, it’s ok. I just don’t really have a lot of practice.” I reassured him.

“You ever kissed anyone before?” He leaned in close, I smelled his cologne.

“Well, yes, but I just don’t kiss many people so I’m not sure if I’m any good.” I stared at his lips, looking at his eyes was too personal.

“I’ll teach you, come here.” Adam put his hand on my cheek, slowly pulling me closer. I placed my hand on his shoulder. His breath stuttered for a moment, our lips barely grazing each other. My heart was beating too fast, my head was hot, and I enjoyed it all too much. When our lips finally met, it didn’t feel like I had expected. We were almost in synch. Almost. Something felt slightly off, like his lips didn’t exactly match mine, perhaps our rhythms were off.

A crash outside brought us out of our kiss. I glanced at the window behind the couch we were sitting on, a flash of white caught my eye. “What was that?” I asked.

“Sorry, we’ve had a bit of a raccoon problem lately. I’ll go check it out.”

“No, that’s ok. I don’t think you should go outside.” I pulled Adam back. “Something just feels off.” I scream on the TV seemed like it was foreshadowing Adam going outside.

“Oh my God, It’s almost morning. I’m sorry but I need to start getting ready for work, we’re one of the only mechanic shops that are open 24/7.” Adam rushed to his room complaining on the way.

I sat on the couch thinking about what had happened. Wasn’t I supposed to feel good? It was a classic love story. He’s the sweet, charming guy and I’m the girl who things eventually work out for, right? I kept wondering what was wrong, this was how things were supposed to be. Every time someone mentioned meeting their partner back home it was like this. Why don’t I get to have my special moment?

Adam emerged from the hallway dressed in a mechanic’s outfit, his name embroidered in white. “I can take you home if you want, it might be on my way to work.” He grabbed his keys and dashed to the door.

“Sure.” I got off the couch and told him the address. I didn’t speak on the ride there. I couldn’t believe he just ignored what happened. The kiss, the noise outside, didn’t it matter? “Goodbye, Adam. Thank you for the ride.

“Hey, you alright?” He grabbed my hand.

“Yes, sorry my mind’s just a little preoccupied. I saw this guy at the concert on the boardwalk a couple of nights ago, and we locked our eyes, like really hard. Ever since then I think I keep seeing him, and running into him. I just feel like I’m being stalked. Ya know” I really didn’t want Adam to think it was the kiss, even thought deep down it was.

“Hey, I watch out for you, ok?” He grabbed my hand, “I have to go to work, but if you need anything here’s where you can reach me.” He scribbled down two numbers. One was labeled HOME and the other AL’S AUTO. I thanked him before going inside. I looked at the clock on the way up the stairs, 5:37 am. Jesus, I was out late. The sun is literally rising.

And with that, another day in paradise had ended.

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zoeykallus · 2 years

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can you do preferences for readers makeup, hair, outfits, etc with tbb (and clones)?

I love your writing btw! <3

Thank you!

Well, okay my honest guess on that topic about the guys:

The Bad Batch x Reader - Make Up/Cosmetics HC's

Warning: Suggestive

Hunter:

Honestly, as little as possible. He doesn't think much of it, he'd rather see you as you really are. He won't mind if you feel more comfortable with make up, but he has no real preference. Wear at best the lower limit of what you feel comfortable with. However, he likes it when you have long, manicured nails because he loves it when you scratch his back on certain occasions.

He has a thing for tight pants. He can't help himself if you wear them. Aside from that, he doesn't really have preferences.

Echo:

Echo thinks similar to Hunter, but not quite, he likes natural looking makeup, unobtrusive, colors that match your natural complexion or compliment the color of your eyes. He's generally a sucker for your eyes, so if you really want to accentuate something, take care of your lashes and an eyeshadow that highlights your eye color.

Dresses, he loves to see you in sweet dresses, doesn't have to be short, can be any kind of dress, he thinks you look cute in them.

Wrecker:

He doesn't have a sense of it at all, he notices it but he can't really do anything with it. He notices when you get extra prettied up, but really you don't need it. Honestly he just likes it best when you put your hair up or comb it back, show and emphasize your face more because he loves your face and he likes to spread kisses on it all day long and make up doesn't taste that good.

Naked. If you ask him, he'd prefer you to be naked all the time. " 'Cause your skin's the most wonderful thing anyone could wear"

Tech:

He looks at you with a critical eye.

"If you must wear makeup, at least do it right, Cyare".

The man is a perfectionist, what did you expect? He will find the perfect make up for you that will highlight your assets, match your skin and eyes, perfectly highlight your personality and be comfortable for you to wear. Expect him to take your makeup off more often when you do it yourself, and then make it for you because he doesn't like something about it. Don't get mad, he loves you to death no matter what he says about your make up skills.

Evening gowns, the fancier the better. He'll buy you knew ones, any time he can.

Crosshair:

Red lips. If you want to seduce him, red lips, something about them turns him on. Otherwise, "I don't really care what you put on your face, as long as you don't paint yourself like a clown." That's Crosshair, sorry. Oh he also likes long manicured nails by the way, back scratches and such he wears like trophies.

Skirts, the shorter the better and he loves to shove them up to get to "your honey pot"

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moiravim · 6 months

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Roughen up Part 2: Friends

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Marlene McKinnon

I sit with Lily and Mary in our dorm. We're getting ready to sneak into the Slytherin's party tonight. Usually people don't mind. The only people who aren't invited are the marauders, but that's no surprise.

I chose a bright red dress. Not because I'm in gryffindor, but because I like the colour. It matches my red lipstick and my bright red eyeshadow.

The dress is short and form-fitting. Some may say I dress for the guys, but in reality I'm dressing for the girls.

I've known I'm gay since first year when I grew a crush on my best friend, Mary. She told me she was straight and not into me. So I moved on.

Sometimes moving on is wearing a hot dress and going to a Slytherin party. I quite like the Slytherins. They get picked on a lot by the other houses.

But the Slytherins always throw the best parties. Who knows where they get all these drinks, and how they don't get caught. But it always works.

The only Slytherin I really know is Sirius' sister. And even I know little about her. Noone does. I don't think Sirius even knows her.

"Hurry up!", I hear Lily call, breaking me from my thoughts. I put my brush onto my vanity and leave towards the door.

"I'm ready. Let's go", I respond. Mary is wearing a pink dress, and Lily in green. They both look great.

I'm ready for this party. I'm ready to get away from Lily and Mary. They'll never understand me, and they'll never understand what it's like to be gay.

They both have multiple options for who they can date. Sirius is likes Mary, along with another Ravenclaw in our year. And don't get me started on Lily... Snape and James are both obsessed with her.

I'll never find a girl in this school who would love me. Sometimes I wonder if it would be easier in a muggle school.

That's when I remember how homophobic muggles are. Possibly even more so than wizards and witches.

I just wish things were easier. I wish I could find someone else like me. Someone to love.

Remus Lupin

Sirius and James just got back to our dorm. I close the book I was reading and sit up. I look at Sirius in the eyes to see tears filling them.

I know it's wrong to say, but he just looks so beautiful like this. He always looks beautiful.

Liking Sirius is my biggest secret. I'll be in my grave before I tell anyone about it. About him.

For now, all I can do is make him happy as a friend.

I pat the spot next to my bed, motioning Sirius to sit next to me. He does.

"What's wrong, padfoot?", I ask as I rub his back with the palm of my hand. He looks at the floor while he responds.

"It's my sister. She's being... A bitch". I know she's done nothing, but I don't want to upset him more.

"What did she do? Is everything okay?", I ask while I draw shaped on his back. He looks up at me for a moment before looking back down.

"Nothing, really. She just... I don't know. I feel like she's not the person I thought she was. I feel like... She's becoming our parents, and I can't do anything about it", he vents so me. I nod understandingly.

"I think you can do something about it. I think you should talk to her. Clear things up. You don't have to, of course", I recommend. This time he nods.

He doesn't say anything after that. He stands up and goes to his own bed. I wish he'd just stay here for a little longer.

I think I love him. I like him more than I've ever liked anyone else.

But he can't know that. I'm his best friend. I love being his best friend. I push down all the thoughts of him being more than a friend, because all they are is false hope. Sirius Black is false hope.

Pandora Rosier

I sit in the library by myself. It's pretty empty in here for a Friday night. I heard some Slytherins talking about going to a party, that must be why.

I'm trying to do my potions homework, but I just can't focus. I thought the library would have less distractions. It doesn't.

There's one other girl in the library. A slytherin who's in my year.

My brother was supposed to come help, but he's probably being dragged around the place by his boyfriend, Bartemius Crouch jr.

The two of them are chaotic together. Evan makes Barty more confident and Barty makes Evan loosen up a bit. You'd think that's a good thing, but it really isn't. Barty gets into trouble because of his confidence, and Evan already has no motivation.

In my opinion, my brother should be focusing more on school. The only good part of their relationship is how happy they make eachother. So I geuss it isn't all bad.

I'm getting distracted again. I really need help with this.

Maybe I should just quit. I don't want to ask the random Slytherin for help, but I feel like I need to. So I do. I get up and walk to the table she's sitting at.

"Excuse me? Can you help...? I can't understand this", I explain hopefully.

"Oh. Yes, I can", she says.

She seems surprised that I've asked, but she happily excepts my offer. I guess I had nothing to worry about. I sit in the seat next to her as she makes room on the table for my class work.

She starts to explain it and suddenly everything makes sense.

"Thank you so much. Usually I'm great at potions, but for some reason I got mixed up with today's lesson", I say.

She nods and responds, "of course. You can ask for my help anytime. I'm almost always in the library from three to five".

I leave the library with a smile on my face and the feeling that I may have made a new friend.

A/N: hey!! Chapter 2 came out sooner than expected. This is because I got ahead on school work and had extra free time. I may not be able to write the next chapter until Sunday so don't get your hopes up!! Sorry, hope you enjoy. You can leave any requests, I may use them.

@jegulusposts @thestarslittleking @doingyourmom069

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withlovefromolympus · 2 years

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Please describe the preferred makeup looks of each goddess obviously including my baby Apollo.

Oooo okay!!!

Hera: her makeup can be kind of heavy, but it doesn’t look bad at all! She likes winged eyeliner and blue and purple and green eyeshadow. She loves blush. When she doesn’t wear makeup, people literally trip over their feet gawking at how gorgeous she is. That makes her a little uncomfy :( because she can actually be very shy, but for the most part she wears makeup often.

Demeter: wears close to no makeup. She likes vegan / cruelty free makeup, of course. She wears neutral colors/“no-makeup” makeup looks. Mostly wears makeup to cover blemishes, but every now and then she’ll wear something noticeable like glitter eyeshadow and takes everyone by surprise.

Hestia: only wears makeup when an event like a gala comes up. She loves false eyelashes because she thinks they’re fun, and never wears the same lipstick color twice because “there are so many possibilities out there!” for choices :)

Persephone: she’s more of a jewelry gal than a makeup one, especially since she has some of the best stuff with her husband being where all the jewels are found, but her looks are pretty bold. Bold eyeliner and contour and everything. It suits her so well, actually, and it’s a reminder to all that she’s very much a queen.

Athena: minimal makeup, but it’s noticeable. As an arts and crafts goddess, she likes to play with different color schemes and see what’ll look best on her. Everything about her makeup looks crisp and sharp without being obnoxiously on-point. She likes to put eyeshadow on her outer lids and then the same color on her inner waterline. She likes mascara a lot, but don’t tease her about it.

Artemis: does not wear makeup

Aphrodite: her makeup style changes daily. she usually does her eyebrows so they look really full, but lately she hasn’t been touching them. They look nice as just their natural feathered appearance. She likes light pink blush and matte lipstick. While she loves a good smokey eye, she’s not afraid to go colorful and bright with her eyeshadow. She usually doesn’t do eyeliner. She can do her makeup in four minutes, and if she’s bored, she’ll try to find someone to do their makeup.

Amphitrite and Ariadne: share the same taste. Amphi likes blue-themed makeup while Ari likes gold. Go figure. They like clear glitter eyeshadow and highlighter can always be found in their purses. They use eyeshadow for their eyeliner, and are pros at over-lining their lips without it looking weird.

Apollo: straight up shimmer everywhere. If it makes him looks sparkly and dazzling, he’s wearing it. A subtle yellow eye pencil and moisturizing lip oil are must-haves in his book. he’ll take glittery gold eyeshadow and use it as highlighter for his collarbone because damn does it look good and he knows it.

#greek mythology #greek gods #asks #i hope this was alright!#hera #hestia #Demeter #Athena #Artemis #Apollo #Aphrodite #Persephone #Ariadne #amphitrite #incorrect greek gods #incorrect greek mythology #headcanons

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understandablyirrelevant · 8 months

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This Swirling Storm, Preview

AD 2206, 11/15, 13th Hierarchical City of Kagutsuchi – Ronin-Gai

Kagura Mutsuki sighs as he continues to search for his missing secretary, Hibiki Kohaku. He sips his tequila thoughtfully as he walks through the streets, skillfully avoiding the rambunctious partygoers.

Hibiki had made themselves scarce after he’d taken to a pair of beautiful sisters, as was their habit. They never did like to see him woo. He winces as the wind brushes the stinging palmprints on his left cheek.

Back to the matter at hand, Hibiki wouldn’t have gone far, too duty minded to truly leave him unguarded, and on top of that, they had no real associates in Ronin-Gai that he knows of. He tilts his head in consideration as he remembers that he actually doesn’t know all that much about Hibiki’s elusive private life.

In fact, he knows nothing at all of what Hibiki does in their spare time. He’s never really thought about it before. They’ve always been the private sort, and Kagura’s had no reason to pry, not that he’d care to even if he did have a reason. Everyone has a right to privacy in their own life.

Still, that does make figuring out where they’d gone a lot harder than he’d like…

A loud chorus of whoops and cheers draws Kagura’s eyes to one of the many stages, and he damn near drops his drink entirely.

It’s Hibiki. They’re wearing a knee-length powder blue yukata with a black obi, and silver raven pins hold back their bangs. They’ve got on smokey eyeshadow and powder blue eyeliner, and rose-pink colors their lips. They look… so beautiful.

Kagura must’ve been staring pretty hard, because Hibiki’s angry ambers snap from the crowd to gaze into his own iolites. Kagura swallows thickly as he takes them in. The fire in those normally cool orbs… it makes them look like some sort of avenging angel, come to reap his sinful soul.

Hibiki scoffs, but Kagura can’t hear what they say over their shoulder to a smirking pair of beauties before they begin to make their way off the stage, towards him.

Kagura snaps out of his daze, downing his tequila in one shot to free up his hand as he sets the empty bottle on the windowsill behind him.

Hibiki rolls their eyes at his antics, coming to stop before him. They’re even more stunning up close. They scoff, “I know that I look ridiculous, Lord Kagura, but I must insist that you stop staring.”

Kagura blinks, then frowns. “Ridiculous? Hibiki, you look amazing.”

Hibiki narrows their eyes in warning. “I do not. I look like one of your ladies of the night.” They glance down at themselves disdainfully. “This is merely the result of my folly. I trust that the wounds on your cheek mean we have no further business here?”

Kagura’s frown deepens. “What do you mean your own folly?” His eyes narrow. “Did someone put you up to this?”

Hibiki sighs, but before they can respond, a drunken Amane Nishiki slings his arm around their shoulders. “My darling star! You can’t seriously be leaving us now, can you? You’ve only just begun to strut your stuff!”

Hibiki glowers at the man with a look that makes Kagura’s blood run cold. No doubt about it. They’re pissed.

Hibiki removes Amane’s arm, hissing, “I agreed to put this on, not to stay the night.”

Kagura blinks. Oh. So Hibiki lost a wager of some sort to Amane, and now they’re all dolled up for the night.

Amane pouts at Kagura. “Mutsuki, can’t you stay a little longer? They haven’t even gotten to dance!”

Kagura pauses for only a moment before smirking down at his fuming secretary. “Hibiki, you wouldn’t deny the birthday boy his wish, would ya?”

Hibiki stares daggers into Kagura’s soul. They murmur, “Lord Kagura, I must insist that we return to the branch.”

Kagura evenly shrugs off his cape, smirk never wavering. “Aw, c’mon. Just give me one dance and we’ll go, promise.”

Amane blinks, then narrows his eyes predatorily. “Oh, yes! I would love to see the two of you on stage together!”

Hibiki glances at Amane. “I thought you said that Lord Kagura was hardly suited for your stage.”

Kagura lifts a brow. “Hey. I’m plenty suited for dancing.” He offers Hibiki his hand. “Shall we?”

Amane giggles, “Oh, I was just teasing, dear! Now, why don’t you take the gentleman’s hand and join me on the wondrous stage?”

Hibiki looks absolutely murderous as they reluctantly put their hand into Kagura’s. They lean in close and whisper, “I shall see that the Imperator hears of this, Lord Kagura.”

In return, Kagura whispers, “Worth it.”

#blazblue #kagura mutsuki #hibiki kohaku

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skynetgilesbie · 11 months

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Thanks for sharing the first chapter of your story. While I understand that you have a particular style in mind, there are a few suggestions I'd like to offer to enhance the readability and engagement of your story. Here's a revised version:

Chapter 1

Author's Note: Special thanks to my friend Raven (bloodytearz666) for assisting with the story and spelling. You rock! Also, shoutout to my dear friend Justin, you're the love of my life. MCR forever!

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Hi, my name is Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way. I have long ebony black hair with purple streaks and red tips, which is how I got my name. My eyes are icy blue, resembling limpid tears, and I've been told I look like Amy Lee (Author's Note: If you don't know who she is, kindly exit now!). Although I'm not related to Gerard Way, I must admit he's a major hottie. As for me, I'm a vampire with straight, white teeth, and I boast a fair, pale complexion. In addition to being a vampire, I'm also a witch. Currently, I'm in my seventh year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in England. Oh, did I mention I'm seventeen? Being a goth is pretty obvious, considering my style preference. Black is my go-to color, and Hot Topic is where I get all my clothes. Today, for instance, I wore a black corset with matching lace, along with a black leather miniskirt, pink fishnet stockings, and black combat boots. Completing my ensemble were black lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner, and red eyeshadow. I was strolling outside Hogwarts, grateful for the absence of sunlight due to the snow and rain. Of course, the preppy students couldn't help but stare, but I simply flipped them off.

"Hey, Ebony!" a voice called out. I glanced up—it was Draco Malfoy!

"What's up, Draco?" I asked.

He responded shyly, "Nothing."

However, just as our conversation began, I heard my friends calling for me, forcing me to part ways with Draco.

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Author's Note: What do you think? I hope it's to your liking. Please let me know! Thanks!

In this revised version, I retained the essence of your story while making a few adjustments for clarity and readability. I toned down the excessive use of author's notes and replaced some of the text-speak with proper grammar and punctuation. Additionally, I introduced more descriptive language to help paint a vivid picture of the character and her surroundings. Let me know if you have any specific concerns or if there's anything else you'd like assistance with!

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nsokolow · 1 year

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Little Weasel, Big City: Chapter 16

As Travis stayed behind and chatted with the farmers, Leilani and Duke followed the deer into the large tent.

A young animal, mostly white with a few black splotches, dressed in a pink hoodie and plaid purple slacks, sat on a couch and played a game on her phone.

“Unusual lookin’ goat,” Duke whispered.

“Her fur’s pretty curly for a goat,” Leilani whispered back.

The deer cleared his throat. “Excuse me, PJ? There’s some weasels who wanna work here?”

The animal looked up from her phone. “‘Kay. Thanks, Raymond.” She sat up, looked at the weasels, and patted the free spots on the couch.

The deer left the tent.

Leilani and Duke sat next to the animal on the couch. Leilani admired her blue sparkling eyeshadow.

“So, I’m Paula Junior, but you can call me PJ, like most animals do. So, you’re looking for jobs here? Why’s that?”

“Well, you see, my husband and I have just fallen upon hard times, and we need to make easy, quick money before we end up homeless.”

“Dang. Sorry. Sounds awful. So, what’re your names?”

“I’m Leilani. Leilani Must—Weaselton.”

“Duke Weaselton.”

“Cool. So, you guys interested in farming, delivery, genetic modification?”

Leilani and Duke nervously stared at each other.

Duke stood up. “Uh…could me and my wife just talk about this privately for a sec?”

“Yeah, cool.” PJ returned to her phone and reclined as soon as Duke and Leilani left the couch.

“I got no idea what we should pick!” Duke whispered as he and Leilani stood against one of the walls of the tent.

Leilani glanced at PJ and was relieved she was too focused on her phone to be suspicious of them. “Well, I mean, if we picked genetic modification or farming, we’d be around PJ and the farmers more, so we’d be more likely to find out what’s going on.”

“Yeah, sounds good, toots. So, what do ya know about gene modifyin’ stuff?”

“Uh…nothing. Let’s go with farming!”

Duke nodded. “Yeah. I don’t know nothin’ ‘bout gene modifyin’ stuff, either.”

The two confidently approached PJ.

“We’ve decided we’d be best at farming,” Leilani announced.

PJ put her phone down. “Okay, great. You two are hired. Pay’s every Friday, and Ray’s gonna show you the ropes. Can you start tomorrow at eight a.m.?”

Leilani opened her mouth to talk, then closed it. “I’m sorry, PJ, can I have a word with my husband again?”

“Sure. Feel free. Who am I to tell animals how to live their married lives?” PJ chuckled and returned to her phone. “Man, I’m funny. I should do stand-up when I get a chance.”

The weasels returned to the same wall.

“I have work tomorrow at ten; when do you have work?” Leilani whispered.

Duke nervously set his teeth. “Uh…I actually have work at the same time.”

“I hope this won’t hurt our chances of getting hired!”

“We’ll just tell her we gotta babysit our niece. How long you got work?”

“Five hours. You?”

“Four.”

Leilani bit her claws. “Well, hopefully we can start tomorrow afternoon.”

“Only one way to find out!”

Leilani and Duke returned to PJ.

“We’d love to start at eight, but we gotta babysit our niece. Her mom’s in the hospital, and her dad’s got work, so it’s not always predictable when we gotta watch after her.” Duke sadly nodded.

“Aww, really? How old?” PJ asked.

“Two,” Leilani piped up.

“Well, family’s important. I would know. Wish more of my family knew, but it is what it is.” PJ grimaced. “Anyway, when’s the earliest you’re available?”

Leilani took a moments count in her head. “Would four-thirty in the afternoon work?”

“Uh, yeah. Sure! We could use some afternoon shift workers, anyway.”

Leilani squealed and clapped. “Yay! Thank you so much for hiring us!”

PJ appeared a bit startled. “Uh, yeah! No problem.”

“Travis!” Leilani shouted as she ran out of the tent. “We’re hired!”

Travis stopped watering the plants. “No way! Great! You’re gonna love PJ. She’s another good thing ‘bout this job.”

“Yeah, and we’ll be coworkers!”

“So, what jobs did you and Duke take?”

“We’re going to be farmers. PJ said that Raymond would teach us.”

“Yeah, well, he’s been at it for a while. There ain’t really much to learn, though.” Travis continued watering.

Duke emerged from the tent and ran up to Travis. “Travis, I just gotta know…why’s PJ’s fur so curly? I ain’t ever seen a goat with curly fur.”

“Come to think of it, I don’t think she has horns either!” added Leilani.

“Oh, uh, well, she’s…” Travis lowered his voice to a whisper as he bent down to Duke and Leilani’s level, “A geep.”

“A geep?” Duke exclaimed. “What’s a geep?”

“Shhh!” Travis frantically turned his head in all directions. “She’s half goat, half sheep.”

Leilani gasped. “No way! Really? That’s fascinating! I heard of them here and there, but I didn’t know they were real! I wonder if PJ can bleat like a sheep and a goat!”

“I ain’t actually ever heard of ‘em ever!” added Duke.

“Shhh!” Travis waved his paws at them.

“Hey, what’s your problem?” Duke threw his paws in the air. “What’s so bad about talkin’ about PJ bein’ a geep?”

“Well, nothin’ exactly.” Travis shrugged. “It’s just…ya know how touchy of an issue cross-breedin’ can be. For all I know, some animals here might not treat her the same or even keep workin’ here if they knew. Some probably already figured it out, I mean, you guys kinda did.”

“How’d ya know?” Duke asked.

“Well, ya know, she don’t look like a regular goat, and out of curiosity, I looked her up online and saw that her birth made the news about twenty-five years ago.”

Raymond approached the group. “Hey, ready for me to show you the ropes?”

Leilani and Duke turned to him.

“Oh, right. Yeah,” Duke answered.

That evening, Leilani and Duke sat on the couch and watched Family Goat. They both agreed it would alleviate their nervousness about their “mission.”

They were mostly right.

“Ha, Peter Goatffin ain’t got nothin’ on that guy. He’s totally gonna lose the race,” Duke said, his mouth full of popcorn.

“Well, I mean, he’s Peter! He’s not going to figure that out until he actually loses the race. I mean, on one hand, I want him to win, but on the other hand, he needs to stop being so full of himself.” Leilani took a handful of popcorn.

Duke swallowed. “Ya know, I honestly can’t believe I found a job at your workplace. I mean, what are the odds, right?”

“Yeah!” Leilani swallowed and took a sip of her apple juice. “I guess a lot of married couples would like that, I don’t know.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

After a few more episodes and a finished bowl of popcorn, Leilani announced she was going to brush her teeth.

When Leilani finished brushing her teeth, she peeked out the bathroom door and saw Duke unfolding the blanket on the couch.

She really didn’t want him to sleep on the couch again. She really enjoyed cuddling with him the night before, and she felt like she needed to again, because of how worried she was about tomorrow.

“Say, Duke?”

Duke dropped the blanket. “Yeah?”

“After you brush your teeth, do you wanna…sleep in the same bed again?”

“Oh, wow! No way! Yeah! Thanks!” Duke ran through the door as Leilani held it open.

“Yeah, I’m just really nervous about tomorrow, so…”

“Yeah, it’s cool!” Duke began to floss.

In the dark, with hints of moonlight and city lights peeking through the blinds, Leilani and Duke silently laid in bed facing each other.

“So,” Leilani said after the few minutes of silence, “How did you become part of the criminal underworld, anyway?”

Duke felt a lurch in his stomach. Nobody had ever asked him that before.

“Oh, uh, well…it’s kind of a long story.”

#disney #zootopia #zootopia fanfiction #duke weaselton #zootopia oc #zootopia travis

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