#and the navy blue/pink (?) shirt i did myself

[boyenthusiast]

ooh you want to buy my gay little shirts you want to buy them so baddd

(these are just mockups i havent had a chance to actually make them)

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When will my life begin - Chapter 1; El camaleón desaparecido au

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Chapter 2

Camilo POV

I shot up in a cold sweat, panting and looking around with wide eyes. That dream happened again…sigh. I can never seem to get a break from it. And it’s always the same old thing. People are chasing me with weapons…

I take a deep breath and shake my head. Get over it Milo, you have chores to do! So, at a quick pace I get out of bed and stretch my back and arms. A good night's sleep to say the least.  My feet meet the soft and fluffy chameleon slippers mi hermana made for me and I smile softly at the texture. 

7 A.M the usual morning lineup!

Behind me, a little yawn could be heard. I turn around and see my pet Chameleon Pepi perched up on my pillow. Her green eyes meet mine and I smile wider. 

“Hola Pepi! Did you sleep well?” I softly pet her small head and pick her up. 

She nodded and stretched as well. 

“Good, now let’s get ready for the day” I say cheerfully as I sit her down on top of my dresser and rummage through the drawers. I pick up shirt after shirt, all of which I’ve worn already. Sigh, guess I’ll have to borrow my sister's old ones again or make more. 

No matter, I know which shirt to go with. In the very bottom drawer, I pull out a multicolored shirt. All the colors of the rainbow. Red, orange, yellow, teal, navy blue, tiffany blue, light purple, dark purple, and magenta. 

I don’t know why I like these colors specifically…they just feel so familiar. And not in a ‘these are just colors of the rainbow’ sort of way. In a way that…I don’t know how to describe it…they just feel familiar. 

Any who, I put the shirt on and straighten it out. I smile lightly and search for some pants and my pink rauna. After that’s all done I look at myself in the mirror and twirl. I can’t look at it for too long though…this damn scar. 

I’ve always had it. From the top of my scalp, down my eyebrow to eye, to the bottom of my jaw. My mamá said she found me with it at the bottom of a river….that’s when she took me in of course. 

I can’t stand it. It makes me ugly…or at least…that’s what Marcela says. And she’s not wrong, it’s hideous. Not to mention I’m partially blind because of it. I hate it! And Marci or Mama won’t even let me use makeup to cover it up. 

Emilia doesn’t use any so she doesn’t even have some I can borrow���not that I ask her to buy any for me either. 

Any who! I snap myself out of it and search for my sandals. Once I find them under the bed I grab them and put them on. As comfortable as ever…but I may need to tweak them, they feel small. 

I felt like something was missing, though I couldn’t remember what. I scratch my head and feel the curls under my fingers.I look around  Oh that’s right, my headscarf! I search through the third bottom drawer and find it, soon tying it around my hair. 

Pepi squeaks for my attention, her gaze a little angry. I guess I did just leave her there. I chuckle and pick her up, putting her on my right shoulder. 

“You know, any chameleon would’ve gotten themselves down from that spot right?”

Pepi shot an unamused glare at me and I quietly chuckled. “ aw what? did I hit a nerve- OW!” Pepi smacked my ear with her tail. “Sorry! Jeez…so sensitive” 

I walked toward my bedroom door and turned the handle. Time to start the day! 

-

Start on the chores. And sweep till the floors are all clean!

Camilo scrubbed the pink stairs thoroughly. This was one of his many chores he had during the day, but thankfully he had someone to help. His older sister, Emilia, always helped him. If he had to sweep the floors, so would she. If he was tasked to cook dinner, she would help him prepare it. 

She, as well as his mother and other sister, have been there since he could remember. Emi taught him how to sew, how to cook, read, math, just anything she could seeing as he wasn’t allowed out past the mansion gates.

“Hey emi?”

Emilia looked at her adoptive hermanito. Her dark skin and brown eyes shining under the morning sun shining through. Her fluffy curly hair tied back as she sat on the stairs with a broom in her hands. 

“Si milo?” she smiled lightly. Her voice was always soft and welcoming when he was around. 

“Do you have any old shirts for me to borrow? All of the ones I have are old” Camilo pouted and furrowed his brows as she scrubbed. A certain stain wouldn't go away.

“I’ll see what I have. But don’t you dare think I don’t know it was you who ate the last bunuelos from yesterday you little sneak! I wanted those…” Emilia put her hand on her hip as she narrowed her eyes at him. 

“You snooze, you lose sis!” Camilo chuckled, “and from what I remember. I made those bunuelos, so I have a right to eat them.”

(This is an art trade from @gamerbearmira. It fit the scene so well I had to include it)

“I helped!” Emilia playfully shoved him, causing Milo to laugh. “And there were five of them left, you couldn’t leave at least two?”

“It’s called sleep eating! A very serious and sad condition Emi, how could you not understand what I have to go through?” Camilo said dramatically, putting her hand on her forehead as she leaned back.

“You are so dramatic”

“And don’t you forget it!”

Emilia smirked at him, like a malicious cat “...your on laundry duty by the way”

“Noooo-”

Polish and wax. Do laundry. And mop and shine up!

During tedious chores like these, Emi found a way to make things fun. For instance, when it came to mopping the floors. She and Milo would put scrubbing brushes (with soap on them)  on their feet and twirl around with a mop. They even made it a game of sorts. 

“Emilia is far behind the lucky Chameleon, seems like someone is going to be eating some bubbles” Camilo teased as he sped past her. Cleaning the floor as he did so. Pepi stuck her tongue out at Emi as she was perched on Milo’s shoulder. 

“Oh that’s what you think!”

In the blink of an eye, Emilia somehow gained speed. To be a light tease, she spun around Camilo on one foot. Her leg high up as she looked elegant and graceful. While he was stunned she took the chance to grab Pepi, put her on her shoulder, and push Camilo to the floor. 

“HEY! That’s cheating!”

“Come on Milo, don’t be a sore loser!” she yelled out as she skated through the blindingly pink house. 

La casa Baltazar is a very large mansion, somewhat like a mini castle even. What made it stand out?...all the various shades of pink. Their mother, Gabriella, LOVED the color pink in all of its shades. 

That’s why Camilo’s rauna is various shades of pink. It’s a way to appease her and make her happy. He tried to wear other colors…it didn’t go so well. That’s why Camilo wears the other familiar colors, under his rauna. 

Emilia can’t stand the colors but wears them to make her mother happy. Marcela however, loves it just as much as her mother does. Will wear it any chance she gets…which is everyday…like her mother. 

As the child slowly got off the floor, slipping many times in the process, he managed to catch up to her. But she was already to the finish line. In other words the kitchen. 

“You lose! You owe me YOUR desert for the next week” Emilia laughed heartily

Camilo stuck his tongue out at her and took Pepi back. He eyed Pepi and she just gave him a smug smile. “You're a traitor, you know that? You could’ve at least put your tongue in her ear. Like you ALWAYS do to me whenever I wake a second past seven”

“Oh don’t be mad because she likes me more than you!” Emilia giggled as she sat down at the kitchen table and took the scrub brushes off her feet. 

Pepi decided to be petty and stuck her tongue in her ear. She knew he hated it, that’s why she did it. The small creature could only do so much with her body so she had to have her fun in some way. 

“AGH, PEPI!”

Sweep again and by then it’s like 7:15! 

8:56 struck on the clock and so far seven chores have been accomplished. There’s more but it’s still an accomplishment. Now it was time to make breakfast. Something simple and fast of course. Their mother or sister didn’t make any requests, so they just chose anything.

“How about changua?” Camilo asked with bright eyes. It’s his favorite and easy to make. 

“Meh, sure,” Emi shrugged. Who was she to deny him his favorite thing in the world? And it’s not like he asked for it all the time. 

Changua is a typical breakfast in Bogotá, the capital of Colombia. It's a soup made with milk, scallions, bread, cilantro and eggs. Together, Emilia and Camilo did their own tasks to make the meal be done quicker…even though the dish itself barely took six minutes. 

Emi Placed the milk and water in a medium pot and brought it to a boil. Cami added the onion, salt and pepper and let it cook for three minutes. Emi reduced the heat to medium and added the eggs without breaking them.

After the eggs cooked for three minutes, and both siblings were done chopping up cilantro and scallions, added the ingredients in. 

Some familiar mice crawled from under the bottom drawers and approached Camilo with squeaks. One had a small shirt with a teal blue s and the other had a red bow on its tail. Lolo and Mira! The two little mice Camilo liked dressing up. Milo smiled and took a bread slice from the bread box, broke it apart and handed it to them.

Pepi glared at the two mice. She only liked it when Camilo was paying attention to her. 

“Hey girls! It’s funny you two always show up when it’s food time.” Camilo chuckled as he watched the two scamper off with the bread slices. 

Emi rolled her eyes and shook her head, “Hey, Dr. Doolittle! Help me set the table” 

Camilo did just that and made some black coffee for his mama. He knows how irritated she can be in the morning. By the time Emilia finished pouring soup in the fourth bowl Gabriella and Marcela walked into the kitchen looking as elegant and snobby as ever. 

“Morning mama,” Camilo and Emilia said. Though Camilo sounded a little more chipper than her. 

“Where’s my coffee?” Gabriella said, pinching her nose bridge. Camilo quickly came up to her and gave her the coffee.

“Here you go mama. All black with a little sugar, just how you like it”

Gabriella gave milo a sickeningly fake smile as she took the coffee from him. Oh how she hated him…she hated that he belonged to a family that inherited magic...but decided to never show it. Camilo was a people pleaser by nature and Gabiella knew it. That was the only reason why she was “nice” to him.

She always gives him reasons to please her and if certain needs weren’t met, she would pull crocodile tears to make him do it right. Or just fake being upset. It always works. Gabriela would remain on an in-between spectrum of “I’m not disappointed but I’m not proud either” when it came to him. 

“Thank you mijo” she patted his head and quickly shut the smile off. Fully knowing Camilo felt like he did something wrong because of it. 

“Are we seriously having changua for breakfast?” Marcela scowled as she pushed the bowl away from her.

“Yeah, what of it?” Emi shot her a glare, Marcea shot a glare back. 

“Now now ninas, no need for that. I’m sure that Camilo or Emilia can make something else for you" Gabriella said with a voice as sweet as honey. She knew good on well what she was doing.

Emi's widened, "Say what now?!"

Camilo's smile almost dropped but he held it together "I- I guess so. What would you like marci-"

"I would like something else as well" Gabriella added

"Oh well...alright. What would you both like"

He is seriously not about to fall for this, Emi thought.

"I want Huevos Pericos" Marcela said proudly, "And don't burn the eggs!"

" Caldo de Costilla for me," Gabrilla said as she sipped her coffee. 

"Are they serious?! Huevos pericos is easy but Caldo de Costilla takes about 40 minutes to an hour to make. And both these pendeja's know we've been doing nothing but chores all morning" Emilia thought.

Camilo's hands clenched into a fist but he kept a smile, "No problema mama y hermana, right away!" 

oh hell no

"NO!" Emilia shouted. Earning a look of confusion from all three of her "family" members. She cleared her throat and straightened her posture, "I mean, I'll do it! Camilo, you have to go feed the animals anyway"

"Oh but Emi, don't you remember? You have a date with Carlos Santiago today, can't have you being late can we?" Gabriella announced. Her sinister smile was evident as she drank her coffee. 

"oh...right" Emilia's whole body deflated as she sat down in her chair. Carlos was a reminder she had NO control over her life...great. 

"You go meet him, he should be her in-" Gabriela looked at the clock on the wall. It was 9:25 "About five minutes" 

Camilo saw her deflation and put his hand on her shoulder, "It's okay, you can go. I got this!"

When will my life begin?

After all Camilo was done making a second breakfast, he was told to give the Changua to the pigs. Guess he won't be having that for later. Speaking of farm animals, this was his eighth chore. Feed the chickens/take the eggs, pigs, horses, and lastly the donkeys. The stables and coop was on the farther left end of the mansion, a little behind it. 

He always went to the chickens first, paying a visit to his favorite and wildest hen, Isa. She never liked her coop/flock and would always follow Camilo around. And because of that, she became one of his few animal friends. Much to Pepi's dismay. The other chickens liked him too, just not as much,

The young boy walked up to the coop and opened the small door, "alright come on out girls!"

Of course, Isa was out first. She had been waiting for him all morning. Isa honestly hated that coop...and the other hens. 

Camilo laughed heartily as the hen clucked and squawked around him. Colorful powder still decorated her feathers from her and Milo's "adventure" from last week. 

"Hey Isa, you miss me"

"Bawk!"

"Yeah, yeah I know" Camilo knelt down and hugged the hen, soon releasing her and standing back up. As always during these times, he reached his hand into the bucket and sprinkled chicken feed all over the ground. Of course the chickens scrambled over  and started pecking the ground. 

Once that was done he took a basket from the right side of the coop and crawled inside. There were a few eggs in a couple nests, surely enough to last a week or two if needed. One by one, he put eggs in the basket and came out once all of them were collected. 

Ninth task...completed. 

After that was done he went to the horse and Donkey stable. Both animals shared the same space. He knew the drill. Grab a hay bale and get to work. Hay bale here, hay bale there. Why does Gabriella have three of each? Mostly for animal renting services or just in case they need to go somewhere far. 

Three horses and three mules to feed. All six animals were fond of him but there was only one mule he clung to. 

Lulu or Lu, the donkey. He gave her the name of course. He's not sure why he did, the name just came up once she saw her as a foal. Not to mention the name is familiar to him. She was the last one he got to.

"Sorry Lulu, here you go." He walked into her area and sat a hay bale down. She squealed in delight and trot right over to it. This made Milo smile and pet her snout.  

While doing so, a blue monarch butterfly fluttered into the stable and sat itself on Camilo's nose. He was stunned for a second but was a little happy. When do you ever get the chance of a butterfly sitting on your nose?

He stood still and...remembered something.  A memory...something warm. Comforting and...happy?...the memory was from his perspective. He was younger and coloring on a piece of paper on the floor. A girl was sitting across from him doing the same thing. He couldn't see her face but could see what she was drawing.

 On the paper was a drawing of a blue butterfly. The girl took the paper and held it up in front of her face. This memory was clear as day but also had a dream feel to it. The butterfly was teal blue with yellow spots, similar to a monarch butterfly but different. His heart felt warm...did he know this girl?

In the blink of an eye the memory faded and the butterfly on his nose fluttered away. He stood there in shock. He had a memory! But...from such a long time ago. He surely knew her but didn't know from where. She also felt like...family! Camilo hated this. Whenever Camilo remembered something from his past, the memories were clear but oh so blurry. To take the frustration out on something, he blames his right eye. 

But the beautiful creature left something else in his mind. "The Shining Butterfly Migration". It happens every year on his birthday, December 28th. It's so strange yet amazing! Surely it must be for him. The Yellow butterflies swirl around in the sky all night, creating all types of beautiful imagery. No one knows where it comes from...but him. Well...sort of, it's more of a tingling kind of feeling. 

He needs to see them up close. From the direct spot they come from. It's been a huge need for him to see it in person ever since he was a kid. It was about to be his sixteenth birthday in three weeks and four or five days, maybe...just maybe. His mama will allow him outside to see it. 

With a look of determination, he decided to be quick with his chores. He ran out of the stable and grabbed the bucket of cold Changua and ran over to the pig stable. He whistled out for them to come and five little pigs waddled up to him. Camilo smiled and poured the Changua in the trough. 

"Hope you guys like this!"

Without a second thought, Camilo dropped the bucket and ran off to the back door of the mansion. Then he had to run back because he forgot the basket of eggs. He got the eggs and then ran back to the door again. Once he opened it, he saw Marcela standing there with a bucket of paint. 

"You like to paint don't you?" Marcela said in a bitter, jealous tone. 

"wha-"

!SPLAT!

....Camilo was now covered in red paint from top to bottom. And that was new paint...paint that Emi got for him. Before he could say anything Marcela cackled like a witch and ran off. Thank goodness his hands were spared so he could wipe the paint off his face. 

The most he could do was just breathe and walk inside without slipping. His destination was the kitchen. To wash the eggs off in the sink and put them in the ice box. He would clean himself up and the mess later. Marcela was nowhere to be seen but do you know who he ran into? 

Cami was about to turn a corner. Just  a few feet away from his destination when he was met with-

"Camilo! What on earth are you doing?!" Gabriella looked truly appalled and a little angered at the sight. 

"I-" 

"My marble floors! How dare you walk on them with this mess?!"

Oh no, this was bad, very bad. The last thing he wanted was his mother mad at him. She was barely proud of him as it is. 

"It wasn't me mama! It- It was Marcela! she poured paint on me and ran off" Camilo's eyes were wide with fear. He prayed to God she would believe him. 

Gabriella's eyes widened more and her fury was about to bubble over. "You dare accuse my daughter of such a thing?!"

It's a quiet rule among Camilo and Emi, never mess with Marcela and don't accuse her of anything. Even if it was her fault...which is 99 percent of the time. 

Camilo quickly thought of a way to save himself "It's a prank war! We've been pranking each other here and there. A prank war!..and, she got me this time!" the young boy smiled nervously, truly hoping she believed him. 

Gabriella narrowed her eyes at him. Searching for any sort of lie. There was nothing she could see that seemed like a lie. He looked too panicked and she knew he knew better than to lie to her.

"Hmph! Well, I would like for you both to call this prank war OFF immediately." The older woman spat out. "And clean yourself up!" 

she stared down at him with disgust. And Camilo hated that, he wanted to make her proud...not this. "Si mama"

Gabriella stepped away from him but before she could walk away further, Camilo stopped her. "Mama, wait!"

She turned to look at him, her scowl prominent. "Que?"

"M- Mama, I- I um...I- I just wanted-"

"Oh enough with the stuttering and mumbling, spit it out!"

"...I want to see the mourning butterflies!" Camilo regretted those words as quickly as they came out. 

"oh...do you know?" Gabriella crossed her arms and held her head up high.

Camilo gulped, "Yes. They appear every year on my birthday and...I would like to see them...just this once. I won't ask again, I swear just...please mama. I'll do anything!" 

Gabriella thought about it. Those butterflies happened in the very place she wants him to stay away from...why would she let him leave again?

"Anything?"

"Anything!"

"Hmmm, alright. On one condition. You will do your chores as told BUT...with no help from your sister. You will cook breakfast, lunch, AND dinner for the next three weeks. As well as making your own outfit so you can at least look presentable outside." Gabriella smirked as she stared down at him, waiting for his response. 

This...this was happening?! This is really happening! She's letting him go out! 

"Of course mama! I'll do it! Thank you, thank you so much" He was so excited and grateful. Milo was about to hug her but she stopped him before he could with a single hand raise. He backed away but still thanked her, "thank you mama, I'll clean everything up."

 "And remember, the place you want to go to is a week long trip. You better pack for that as well" 

Ok, so that meant he had two weeks to get all of those chores done, and a week of traveling. That’s fine, he can work with that. 

Camilo's eyes held genuine joy and happiness "I- I will, thank you. I love you mama"

Such a gullible creature he is

"I love you most"

When will my life begin? 

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Therapy?

So this idea came up a while ago as I was talking with @illiana-mystery​   We definitely agreed that Chandler Manning needs therapy. We also thought that maybe some of Alfred’s other cop characters, like Gamache, would be good counsellors for him. So here is that idea as a little crack fic. There’s some swearing and movie/tv show barrier breaking too. Just a little funny thing. 

Chandler Manning, Armand Gamache, Ricardo Morales, and Randall Pepperidge are featured here. Enjoy! 

The three men gathered in the living room and waited for the fourth. He was told a different time to get there so the others could brace themselves. When he finally came in, he huffed in annoyance.

“What the fuck is this shit?!” Chandler Manning huffed as he stared at the other three.

“Manning, we just want to talk,” The leader said kindly. He was in a burgundy sweater with a matching tie just poking above the zipper.

“You think I’m dirty too Gamache?” Manning shot back as he sat down.

“We just want to help,” another said. This one was in all blue. He was wearing a navy blue suit with a light blue button-up shirt and a matching blue tie.

“Really Morales? I figured you’d understand given that you’re a homicide detective,” Manning argued.

“Even homicide detectives need therapy,” Detective Ricardo Morales said.

“Therapy? I don’t need no fucking therapy,” Manning snapped. The third man smirked way too loud making Manning glare at him. He was in a three-piece grey suit with a brown tie. Of course, Manning was in all black.

“You’re right Arman, he is stubborn,” the man said with a British accent.

“Oh whatever….Govenah!” Manning mocked with an accent of his own.

“I’m the best British Chief Inspector, Randall Pepperidge, thank you very much. Gamache and I have been friends for years and he’s a lot more compassionated than most,” Randall explained.

“Yeah, I got that. He’s a little too soft if you ask me,” Manning huffed.

“Hey, knock it off Manning. Like I said we’re just trying to help, unless you want to end up just like your wife in the psyche ward,” Morales countered.

“Hey at least I’m still married,” Manning protested.

“My divorce was peaceful and my daughter still likes me,” Morales spoke back calmly.

“My daughter likes me too! I saved her life from that Ripper fucker!” Manning snapped.

“Are you in therapy Morales?” Pepperidge asked.

“Of course I am. It comes with the job and I’m not ashamed of it,” Morales directed that last part to Manning. He just rolled his eyes.

“That’s what bitching at your partner is for,” Manning said with a pout and crossed his arms.

“Manning, you’ve got a lot going on. You can talk to us,” Gamache spoke gently.

“I deal with some pretty heavy stuff…yes,” Manning huffed. “At least I didn’t humiliate myself and learned from my mistakes,” Manning snapped at Pepperidge.

“What are you talking about?” Randall asked confused. Now it was Manning’s turn to snicker.

“I didn’t lose a bet and wear a giant pink tutu with a pink fluffy handbag,” Manning laughed. Pepperidge turned beat red as the other two tried to hold back their laughter.

“Well it was my own fault. I had to hold up to my end of things,” he mumbled quietly.

“Not to mention that you pulled it off very well. What fucking middle-aged man can pull off a god-damn tutu…” Manning laughed. Now Morales and Gamache burst out laughing.

“Nice sock suspenders by the way,” Morales giggled.

“I did hear that you caught the bouquet too,” Gamache added.

“Yes, I did. I thought it was lovely…and I happened to be engaged now too!” Pepperidge snapped.

“Well, congrats to you, you big ballerina,” Manning teased.

“Well, at least we caught our suspect! You only caught a crazy woman who stabbed her husband!” Pepperidge argued back.

“Hey take that back!” Manning snapped as he stood up. Now things were starting to heat up. “At least I got teased for a potential sequel.”

“So?”

“I’m not in the reboot stage.” Pepperidge flinched at that.

“Come on Manning, be nice,” Morales insisted.

“And what about you DA boy? Can you make up your fucking mind? Oh wait not even your show runners can with the back and forth episodes!” Manning laughed.

“Yeah well…” Morales tried to argue but all he did was pout.

“Ok Manning, you’ve made your point,” Gamache spoke.

“At least my story didn’t end on a cliffhanger!” The other two let out a dramatic gasp.

“Low blow Manning,” Morales muttered.

“There is a petition going around,” Gamache said calmly.

“Ha! When was the last time that worked?”

“Well, Lucifer was picked up by Netflix and…what was that other show…oh yes! Manifest!” Pepperidge spoke up.

“It was a rhetorical question tutu,” Manning growled.

“I’ve got a lot of books…” Gamache spoke weakly.

“Oh, who the fuck reads anymore!? You get all these fuckers destroying all these good books with all these shitty movie adaptations. Half the time no one knows there was a book in the first place!”

“Wow…you really are one mean son of a bitch,” Gamache sighed.

“Maybe you’ll get a movie or something. That seems to be the latest trend now,” Manning added.

“Feel better?”

“Actually…fuck yes I do!” Manning cheered. “Thanks guys, see yah later,” Manning practically skipped out the door.

“Asshole,” Morales growled.

“You should get your sorcerer buddy for that one,” Pepperidge said to Gamache.

“No! They would have gotten along!” Morales said with dread.

“Yeah, and he hardly gets along with anyone as it is,” Gamache sighed rubbing his eyes.

“I heard that!” Horvath yelled.

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Before He Cheats | A Duff Mckagan x Reader Fanfiction • Chapter 1

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Word count: 2104

Summary: Duff had a crush on you for years. He always wanted to be your boyfriend but you're dating Slash. Slash is cheating on you with Claire and you have no idea. This takes place in the early 2000s.

A/N: I'm sorry if the first chapter is pretty shitty. I'm trying to get the hang off things because it's been a long time since I wrote a multiple chapter story. Yes, I know that Duff, Slash, left in 1996 or 1997 and Izzy and Steven left the band but I don't care, it's a fanfiction.

At the carnival, Duff's P.O.V

It was 3:00 PM, it was sunny day. It was a great day, a great day to go the carnival that is. I was at the carnival with Izzy, Slash, (Y/N) and Skylar. Axl and Steven were working at their jobs. I was wearing a black shirt that had slightly long sleeves, some navy blue jeans and converse shoes. Everyone else was dressing casual. Skylar is one of my friends, we have been friends since we both work at the same job since my highschool days and (Y/N) is also one of my longtime friends. We have been best friends since highschool. (Y/N) is always nice, happy and gets along with everyone while Skylar is a more honest, serious and upfront. Even though, she's always serious, she loves to hang with us.

Izzy was eating blue cotton candy, Slash and Skylar both got face paint done on their faces and me and (Y/N) were trying to figure out what should we do next. "I want that big teddy bear!" She yelled as she pointed at the teddy bear. Oh, I forgot that she likes stuffed animals. The teddy bear is big and it's sitting on the countertop. We both walked up to the counter. She was about the grab the teddy bear until the guy from behind the counter took it before she even grab it. "If you want this bear, you're gonna have to earn it... by winning." The guy behind the counter explained. He was holding the teddy bear.

All she had to do was throw some balls at those fuzzy animals things and she will get the teddy bear.... and I don't think he's going to get the teddy bear. She missed every single one, she only got one down. "Sorry. You didn't win the prize. Better luck next time." The guy told her. "Great." She said sarcastically. She seemed fine that she didn't win the prize but I want to get it for her. "Let me do it for you." I said. She looked at me with a slight grin on her face. I walked up to the counter and gave the guy a few bucks.

I did miss alot but I managed to take all of them down. Alright, there's the last one. This is going to be easy... if I have more balls on me. I had only one ball left. "It's fine if you don't get it, Duff." She said to me. I didn't want to let her down or look like a idiot in front of her or everyone. I threw the ball really fast and it hit it. I was shocked when the ball hit it. I wasn't expecting that, it was just pure luck. Woo! I knocked them all down! I'm proud of myself. "Here's your prize!" The guy gave the prize to me. I was holding the teddy bear and man, it was pretty heavy for a teddy bear. I gave the teddy bear to (Y/N), she was holding it with both hands. She was happy. "Thanks, Duff." She said, happily. Seeing her happy like this is like a warm feeling in my heart. "You're welcome." I said to her.

_____

We were all walking together in a group. Izzy was holding (Y/N)'s teddy bear, Slash and (Y/N) were walking next to each other while talking and me and Skylar were doing the same thing Slash and (Y/N) were doing. "This thing is pretty heavy for a teddy bear." Izzy complained. "It's not that heavy. You're being overdramatic." Skylar said to Izzy, sarcastically. All Izzy did was rolled his eyes and kept moving. "Everybody, look!" Skylar shouted and pointed at something. We turned our heads to see what is it. And there I saw it, the tunnel of love. It looked so pink and pretty. Oh, how I would love to go to the tunnel of love with (Y/N). It would be so romantic. We were walking fast to the tunnel of love. "Slash, let's go to the tunnel of love." (Y/N) held his hand and smiled.

"Alright. If you say so." He said. They both walked to the tunnel of love and sat in one of the seats. But I can't go with her. She's obviously going to with Slash, he's her boyfriend. "Duff, can we go to the tunnel of love?" Skylar asked me. I looked at her, she looked pretty mad. It's like she was forcing me to go with her or something. "Sure." I replied.

We both sat down on one of the moving seats. I was on the right and Skylar was on the left side. We were behind Slash and (Y/N). I wanted to go the tunnel of love with (Y/N), not Skylar. Well, going to the tunnel of love with Skylar won't be so bad.

It was going at the right pace, not too fast, not too slow, just right. There was flowers, hearts and cupids on the wall. It looked really pretty.

"Duff, what's the matter?" Skylar asked me. I wasn't okay, I felt tired. "I'm fine, Skylar. No need to worry." I said. "I'm happy to be here with you." She said with a smile. I wasn't feeling it, but as long as she's happy, I'm happy. I could hear Slash and (Y/N) talking and laughing. It was kinda pissing me off. She hold onto my arm and stared at me. I stared at her back, nervously. "Yeah, I am too." I smiled a bit at her, lying to her face. I turned my head a little to see what were (Y/N) and Slash doing "I love you, (Y/N)." Slash kissed her forehead and (Y/N) rest her head on his shoulder. "Duff..." She said softly as she look into my eyes. She was leaning in with her lips puckered and her eyes closed. She was leaning in for a kiss. Wait, Skylar likes me more than friend? I don't want to be kiss by her. What do I do? It was getting darker. It was pitch black. I couldn't see anything anymore. Then I had an idea, I made it look like fell in the water by slowly leaning my body backwards in to water. It wasn't pitch black anymore. "Duff?" She yelled.

I immediately went back up to the surface. I was soaking wet, there was water in my eyes. It wasn't worth it going in the water. "I-I'm okay!" I yelled so that she could hear me. The others also heard me. I looked at her. "I just fell in the water." I said. I looked up ahead and realized that we were at the end of the ride. I'm an idiot, I should of waited a bit longer.

I was out the water. My hair was wet, my clothes was wet, everything was soaking in water. I was squeezing

Slash walked up to me and gave me a medium sized white towel. I put the towel over my head so it can dry my hair. "Really Duff?" Slash was pretty mad at me. "I know, Slash. I'm an idiot." I replied. He hit me on the arm lightly as a joke.

At (Y/N)'s house, Duff's P.O.V

I decided to walk over to (Y/N)'s house with them because my house was pretty far from hers and her house is the closest to the carnival. I was still pretty wet and cold so I was wearing a jacket, with my arms crossed. My hair was still pretty wet too. Me and (Y/N) were standing at the front of her house. Slash was in the house, doing something. (Y/N) was still holding the giant teddy bear. "Thanks again for helping me get this giant stuffed animal, Duff." She thanked me. She really loved that stuffed animal. "No problem." I said to her. I put my hand on her shoulder and stared at her. She stared at me. She's so pretty. I tried to lean in closer to her but she back away from me a little. "I guess I will see you later." She said nervously. I put my hands in my pockets. What were you thinking, Duff? You idiot. She has a boyfriend. She set the teddy bear on her living room couch and went back to the door to close it. Before she closed the door, she said. "Bye, Duff." She waved at me. "Bye." I said to (Y/N).

She shut the door.

The next day

(Y/N)'s P.O.V

It was morning, it was bright, sunny day. I was in the kitchen making breakfast for myself. Slash said that he wasn't hungry which is weird. He always eats whatever I cook him.

I walked over the bedroom door while

I was holding my breakfast plate. I opened the door with my other hand and went back to holding the plate with both of my hands.

Slash was laying on the queen size bed, on his back. Slash was laughing while he was on his phone. He was smiling too. "Who are you talking to you, Slash?" I asked him, I was curious. "Axl." He said. He got up from the bed and went to the closet. I walked over to the bed and set my plate down on the bed.

"Do you want to watch a movie with me? Maybe we can cuddle." I asked him. He got his work clothes from the closet. "No, (Y/N). I can't. I got to go to work today." He told me as he was putting on his work clothes. "Oh yeah, I forgot." I said as I took my socks off and lay on the bed. Slash walled to the door. "I'll be back in a couple of hours." Slash walked to the door. He opened the door and he had his hand on the doorknob. "See you later." I said. Slash shut the door. Now, I'm all by myself, alone. I guess I should watch some TV while I eat my breakfast.

Slash's P.O.V

I was in the mall, waiting for Claire to find me and to come to me. I wasn't going to work, I didn't had work today. I wanted to hang out with my girlfriend, Claire. We have seeing each other for about 7 months now. Where is she? I have been waiting for 10 minutes. The mall isn't that big. There's she is, Claire. She looks so stunning, so pretty. Claire was walking to me. "Hey baby." I waved at her. She was next to me. I held her by the waist, pulling her closer to me. "When will you break up with her?" Claire asked me. I'm getting tired of her asking me that. "Soon, I'm waiting for the right moment." I kissed her on the lips. I broke up the kiss. "You keep on saying that." She's getting a bit angry. "I know that, honey." I sighed. "Can we go to the park? I wanna feed the ducks." She asked me. Why the duck park in particular? "Sure." I said. I hold her hand and started walking with her to the duck park.

Steven's P.O.V

I was walking from work. I was about to walk to my car and drive back home but I saw Slash and (Y/N) from a distance. They were at the duck park, feeding the ducks. I might as well walk up to them and see what they're doing.

I finally got to the duck park. I was watching them from behind. There was a duck standing next to... huh? The girl wasn't (Y/N), it was someone else. "Why is this duck following me?" The girl said. "It's because you fed it too much bread." Slash said.

"Hey Slash. I didn't expect to see you here." I said as they both turned around and saw me. The ducks were quacking in the background. It was annoying. I looked at the girl. I have never seen her before. "Who is she?" I asked him. "She's...." He stopped her sentence for a bit. He looked pretty nervous. "She's a friend of mine." He said nervously. A friend? I never seen her before. She is very pretty.

"Is (Y/N) at home?" I asked him. I haven't seen her in a bit. "Yeah, she's watching some show or something." He said. "Okay. Well, I'll see you later." I walked away from them.

[dilf-din]

Yeehawgust Day 30: Do-si-do

Joel Miller x reader (pre-outbreak)

WC: 1530

Rating: T

Warnings: alcohol mention

A/N: this is the last one I have planned for Yeehawgust! I’m proud of myself for getting as many of these out as I did. Thank you to the ones who have been following along. This is the one where Joel takes you line dancing 🫶🏼

The doorbell to your apartment rang sending you running across the floor in just socks while trying to clip an earring in.

“Sorry, sorry! I’m almost ready! I couldn’t figure out what to wear,” you explained as Joel stepped in and let the door close gently behind him.

“‘S’alright, I showed up early,” he smiled, leaning against the arm the chair you somehow ended up with when you and your college roommate parted ways. You noticed the way the seams had seen better days and made a mental note to buy some more adult furniture soon.

“I’ve just got to get my shoes and purse,” you said hurriedly, rushing back into your room. You double checked that your flat iron was turned off and unplugged before switching off the bathroom lights. You stumbled back out into the living room after pulling a pair of brown cowboy boots on.

“Slow down,” he laughed, approaching you with a steadying hand, “We’ve got all the time in the world.”

A thankful smile crossed your face as you stepped back to do a small spin.

“Is this okay?” You had settled on a black denim skirt, a plain white tank top, and a light brown suede vest with cream colored beads on the fringe.

“You look beautiful,” he smiled, holding out a hand for you to steady yourself on while you twirled.

“You don’t look half bad yourself,” you smiled.

His arms were tanned and taut from all the framework he’d done this summer. His shoulders were broad under the faded black tee shirt he had tucked into his belt buckle, one Tommy had gotten him years ago.

“I haven’t been to a dance since high school,” you warned, pulling your purse off of the kitchen counter and slipping the strap over your shoulder.

He chuckled and led the way to the door, “It’s been a few years for me too. We’ll be alright though. They call out the moves so you won’t get lost.”

The drive to the bar was filled with lighthearted conversation. Dusk was setting in, painting the sky a mottled mix of light purple bleeding into navy blue. A few streaks of pink still scattered in the clouds before they were swallowed by the darker hues. Joel backed into a parking spot with ease then looked you straight on.

“You ready?”

You nodded.

“Oh! I got ya something,” he leaned into the backseat and pulled a brown hat out from under his jacket, dusting off the edges before handing it to you. It matched his in color and design.

“Joel! This is so nice. Thank you,” you kissed his cheek before placing it on your head. “Do I look like a real cowgirl?”

“You’ll have ‘em all fooled, honey,” he cooed.

There was enough time before it officially started to grab some food and drinks, which was good news for you, because the nerves were setting in. You figured a burger and a few shots of tequila would help take the edge off. The two of you sat at the bar and scarfed your food, turning to the side to see dozens of people already dancing.

“Where’s your brother? This seems like his kind of thing.”

Joel downed the rest of his beer and set the empty bottle down on a paper coaster with the bar’s name printed on it, “I asked him to come, but he said he needed more notice to find a date.”

You scoffed, “Call him and tell him there’s a group of blondes that just showed up and the guys are outnumbered now.”

Joel laughed and squeezed your knee as the caller tapped the microphone to test the volume. She was a slender woman with hair like Farrah Fawcett under a bright pink cowboy hat with matching lipstick.

“Good evening cowgirls and boys, we’ve got ten minutes before show time, so take your potty breaks now!” she smiled and headed back to the bar that sat in the larger room where people were now scattering for last drinks and makeup touch ups before everything started.

“You want anything else before we go?” Joel asked you attentively, soft voice cutting through the noise.

“Just the rest of your fries,” you smiled, plucking one off of his plate.

“They’re yours,” he nudged the plate towards you, “I’m gonna hit the restroom ‘fore we head over there.”

He disappeared in a crowd of cowboy hats and neon signs. You tried to channel the nerves into excitement, but the thought of embarrassing yourself in front of that many people was terrifying.

You flagged the bar tender down, and he was in front of you in seconds with a towel draped over his shoulder.

“One more shot of José,” you said, wrinkling your nose.

“You got it,” he smiled, reaching for a fresh shot glass from their seemingly never ending supply under the counter.

You downed the clear liquid and took one last suck of lime to mellow out the taste. You were just crossing the border into the kind of tipsy that made you confident and carefree. Perfect.

You saw Joel weaving his way back through the crowd of strangers and met his eyes with a nod of your head. You fished a ten dollar bill out of your pocket and stuffed it in the tip jar before hopping down from the stool and making your way to his side. He offered his arm for you to hold, and you gladly took it. To the left of the wide entrance into the larger room, a group of girls were dropping purses and cellphones onto a cluster of tables. You followed suit, hanging the strap of yours over the back of a chair next to two others.

The caller took her place at the front of a room holding a mic with a long line connecting it to a speaker almost as tall as her.

“Alright, alright, the time has come. Guys on that side, girls over here with me,” she gestured with her an arm sweep.

“What if I fall?” you asked in a loud whisper, parting from Joel and standing directly across from him.

“I’ll catch you,” he winked.

You looked at the girl next to you, and you both shared a nervous giggle. She had pin straight brunette hair down to her waist and a powder blue flannel tucked into a skirt.

“Have you ever done one of these?”

“Yeah, it’s super easy to follow. Just watch my feet,” she said with a warm smile.

Your head buzzed under the bare bulbs hanging down from the beams and the music blaring and the sound of boots scuffing against wood. But as soon as the actual dance started, and you felt Joel’s careful hands on you, all the harshness of the evening faded away. The lights seemed softer, every song was suddenly about him. His hand on your waist, the other holding yours as you spun and clapped and stomped in time with a whole room full of people. Before you knew, you were having fun, genuine fun. The two of you kept eyes locked as you moved back and forth across the small space separating you. Sweat beaded both of your foreheads but you didn’t seem to mind. All too soon, the last song ended and the caller, who you had nicknamed cowgirl Barbie, announced a thirty minute break before the next set.

Before you rejoined Joel, you grabbed the hand of the girl next to you and gave it a squeeze.

“Thanks for letting me follow you,” you smiled.

“You did great!” she smiled back.

“Looks like you made a friend,” Joel teased, wrapping his arm around your waist.

“That’s Julie, we’re practically BFF’s,” you shrugged, playing nonchalant.

“Hey, lookee here,” Joel said gesturing to Tommy who was leaning in the doorway, decked out in one of his old rodeo outfits.

“Glad you could make it,” you smiled.

“I wasn’t about to let any lady miss out on a dance.”

“So heroic,” Joel said in mock relief, a hand clutching his heart.

“Man, shut up. You’re the one who called me,” Tommy grinned.

“Hey, you wanna go again or are you done for the night? Because we can just hang back and watch the second round if—“

“Joel, I loved it. Let’s do the second round. I think I really nailed the clapping bit at the end.”

“I’m really glad you came tonight,” he said softly, his voice heavy in a way that made you think he wanted to say something else. Instead, he leaned down and kissed you, long and sweet.

The people moving around you blurred into nothing as you focused on the feeling of being with him. When he pulled away, you locked your arms around his waist and buried your head in his chest. He drew his arms up to trace light lines on your back.

“You were clapping off beat,” he murmured into your hair.

You gasped and smacked his chest in mock outrage.

“Well sorry, I’m not from ‘round these parts,” you said, mocking his thick Texas accent.

He just laughed and led you back to the bar.

[petermonarch]

{CHANGING}

{ANALYSIS IN PROGRESS... AND... ACTION!}

Brandon and Laīka imprint the door of the apartment again. Going out on the other side, they both found themselves on a TV set. The tray was strange. The proportions of furniture, seats, screens, projectors, etc. They were all disproportionate in a... cartoonish way. Besides... Brandon felt weird. A vertigo takes him back, making him fall on his knees.

- Shit but what's happening to me...

- Oula my old man it doesn't seem to be going.

- Not at all.

- Wait, I'm looking.

Laīka approaches Brandon by kneeling. He stares at him closely.

- Ah I see... well open your mouth wide.

- What? But why?

- Shut up and do what I tell you if you want to get better.

- Ok ok it's good! No need to be familiar like that.

Brandon was running by opening wide. With his left hand, he grabs the cartoonist's chin. With his right arm, he plunges it into Brandon's throat. Caught by surprise by this gesture, the cartoonist convulsed violently in reaction.

Laīka began to scrat the inside of Brandon's body with his right arm. He was looking for something... to see someone because the moment he caught what he was looking for, he drew all these forces to bring out what he seemed to be a hand.

During the extraction of this individual, the designer's body began to soften, ending like an old worn rag doll. The individual extirpate, turns out to be a kind of cartoon mouse and dressed as a teenager of the nineties.

- So? How are you, young man? Not too confused?

- I... I don't really know.

- You have a nice little face now. No idea if it's temporary or permanent. I'm never sure about this kind of thing.

- You don't have a mirror or something like that for me to see myself.

- Let's go to the locker room. You can admire yourself there.

Laīka opens the march to the backstage. Brandon following him, continue to look at himself from all angles.

- I feel good like that. It's as if after a long walk in a thick fog, it finally evaporated so that I can discern the path.

- Funny description of your condition. It's true that you're cute like that... Really very cute...

- Uh... thank you? I guess...

-...

Opening the swinging door leading to the backstage, Laīka pushed a Brandon fearful of the austerity of the place. At the time he did not feel it, but it was while being in the poorly lit corridor that he turned to Laīka and asked without thinking twice:

- You groped my buttocks, didn't you?

- Yes. Sorry, the mice... or should I say the little people, it's a bit my kick so... it was stronger than me.

- Huh huh... avoid doing it again okay.

- I will try...

Arriving in front of the locker room door, Brandon politely asks Laīka to pass in front, to avoid other tricky hands. Sighing, he executes, grabbing the handle and turning it, frustrated by this lack of confidence.

They entered the room already lit. There is nothing special about this dressing room. Everything is clean, nickel and tidy... pretty much. The artist wastes no time and looks at himself in the mirror. And he saw what he already imagined, except for two details.

He now wore a navy blue denim jacket. A dark pink shirt. Classic white gloves for a toon. Thick khaki pants with a very thin mouse tail protruding. A pair of orange sneakers from a brand unknown to the battalion. Those eyes were deep black. These hairs and furs were scarlet red. And his skin was immaculate white, even colorless.

- Yeah... I have a funny face now.

- Mimi especially.

- Stop. Calm your ardor understood?

- Rah you're really not funny.

- If I can be but I'm not in the mood for that. Okay?

- After?

- We'll talk about it again... Did you hear?

Brandon heard like snaps. Distant snaps.

- No. I don't hear anything...

- Shut up! It seems to be getting closer.

Brandon opens the locker room door to the hallway. Laīka grabs his arm.

- Wait, Brad I may not hear anything but I have a bad feeling.

- Thank you I suspect it but maybe it's nothing too you know.

- As you wish but you won't be able to tell me later that I didn't warn you.

- I will take it into account.

Laīka, letting go of his arm, sighs as he retreats into the room that seemed to be the sight of the drawing mouse, increasingly blurred.

- So see you later.

Brandon, wanting to answer, was cut by the door that had slammed sharply in his nose. He finds himself alone in the corridor. A corridor different from what he had seen before. The wallpaper seemed to be wrinkled skin. She was constantly moving, as if she was breathing. A black liquid flowing from these orifices. The floor had a particular tile. The mazes were black and red. The blacks were a little more normal but the reds... The reds were breathing. The walls were an impression but the red tiles really breathed. When Brandon raised his head to find out if the ceiling was just as sordid but he saw nothing. He didn't see anything in the sense that he didn't have a ceiling or maybe just that the corridor was so big that we couldn't see this ceiling... Or there is no ceiling at all and there is only nothing. The nothing, the wall skin that oosers, the floor that breathes and the designer changed. Alone in this corridor... until a partially suffocating snicker seems to challenge him.

- So mrRron ChrrOou... TrrRu SsEmmmbbllre lost? Said a Gaël of a knife planted in the throat emerging from nothing, floating like a specter of omens.

- You again? What do you want from me? Aren't you supposed to be dead? In the figurative sense than in the literal sense?

- Let's See CchHéRRrri. I'm dead proroour toir in your teêtre mBut not really.

- That's what I just said. You listen at least when we talk to you or, as usual, you don't care much about what's happening around you. Damn, whether it's in my head or in real reality you really only think about your little person.

- Cce you who says it and the Prerense BrrRandon, Brad, Brandy, Braddy, Bibi, Bru-

And he continued to cite several nicknames of this kind. Brandon, bored, going down the corridor, saw from the corner of his eyes his ex following him by floating, continuing his list of possible nicknames for the cartoonist. He ignores it for a long time but the more he walks in this corridor (being careful not to walk on the red mazes) the more he has the impression that this cursed corridor does not end.

Suddenly, his ex-float stopped in his nickname list and came to land in front of Brandon.

- My beloved... you seem lost. How do you manage to have such a bad direction? Gaël asks in more understandable words this time.

- What do you mean? I went in the same direction from the beginning. At no time did I change direction.

- I'm not talking about this corridor darling. I'm talking about that.

Gaël points to the head of the drawing mouse. Brandon doesn't say anything. He prefers to push his ex to continue on his way.

- Very good... so I'll speed things up.

He catches the knife planted in his face stained with blood, the deformity due to his injury and the uncomfortable grin he had all the time. He pulls him down, finishing opening his face but not only. He continues to open by passing in the neck, moving in the torso, gutting his stomach and finishing his macabre run by cutting his penis. The mouse was in such a state of terror that he had to stand against the wall to avoid collapsing on the ground. Long charred black fingers come out of the open belly of an airy Gaël. From the body folded in two of his ex, an entity with an evil aura is born. He is three meters high, an androgynous body of which he could see a foreskin protruding from what seemed to be his vagina, a silver hair steaming with dust, an effeminate face devoid of expressions, golden eyes from a world far beyond human understanding. He whistled at once:

"In front of you I am. I am your fatality."

He started running, running like a little mouse in panic that he is: On all fours. He doesn't look behind him. He didn't need it. He knows. He knows he's following him. That he always followed him. His shadow, his id, his ego. Him and the others. A reflection of them. Our reflection. He decelerates, slows down and stops. Getting back on his feet, on those two legs. He turns around, gets closer to himself. He only says:

"No... we are fatalities. And it is in this fatalism, that we change or die. It's time to change. Me, you and our history. Do you want?"

"More than ever..."

They hugged each other. Everything lit up, becoming one.

[bubblegumbayleigh]

leather jacket

pairing: steve harrington x reader

summary: waking up in steve's arms on his sofa was the last thing you expected after your rough night out.

word count: [2.3k]

cw: alcohol, drunken behaviour and hangovers. lovesick fluffy steve and oblivious (but in love) reader. softest kiss ever.

a/n: i may or may not have gotten really drunk last night and i may or may not have written this to make myself feel better because this is the worst hangover ever. i kind of hate this but whatever, I hope it's somewhat readable. also all the love from my last fic has been amazing! thank you, guys <3

A tame hint of vanilla. Woody, smokey scents laced with vanilla masked underneath the mild whiffs of hairspray. Farrah Fawcett hairspray. Cool, waxy grip of leather against your upper body. Lower down, a rub and pinch of coarse denim. A belt buckle digging sharply into your right side, causing you to squirm as you become conscious of the dull pain.

A mumble left your lips as you tossed your head to the other side, cheek met with the same leather soothing your sweating body below. The sensation caused you to groan in response, nuzzling your face deeper into the material. To your surprise, the cooling touch spread further across your skin as something squeezed you closer with a low hum. 

There he was, Steve Harrington, legs spread and arms clad in the leather of his jacket; the preppy navy blue polo shirt peeking out from underneath as usual. Head thrown back against the couch, his arms supporting your back and legs in bridal style to keep you as close as he felt possible. Although he was definitely out like a light, he was as tense as ever to not let his arms slip and let you go. There was a pretty pink blush spreading across his cheeks, tender lips and chin slightly glazed by drool as he mumbled mute, unintelligible nothings.

“Steve.” You grumbled as you looked up to him, still against his chest, grazing your hand over his shirt with heavy eyes. He awoke with little protest, searching for you desperately with fluttering lashes before looking down at you in a sudden panic.

“No.” You giggled gently to not startle him. Judging by his state, a louder noise could kill the boy. “I woke you.”

“God, I’m so sorry, did I wake you?”

His puppy dog eyes became softer, a drowsy half-smile adorning his face and a breath of relief relaxing his posture. That was the look that always made your heart ache.

“How are you feeling? Do you need anything?” The tips of his fingers dragged up and down your thighs hesitantly where he held you in his grip to encourage you to speak.

“Uh. Yeah?” His noticeable worrying began to confuse you. “I’m fine.”

Just as the words had left your mouth, an arrow of sharp pain struck through you and pulled a hiss from between your teeth. Your hand rubbed at the back of your head, grabbing a fistful of your hair to numb the feeling. The dehydration became too hard to ignore, realising how your lips sealed together with layers of saliva after each word, tongue sticking to the roof of your mouth. 

“Oh no- okay. I have to put you down now.” Steve quickly swapped your positions and laid your body down on the couch with a gentle urgency. He kneeled down next to you and took his palm to your forehead, applying a gentle pressure where you were fiddling a few moments ago to soothe the pain. 

“I’m going to bring you painkillers, okay? Just don’t move” He put his hands in front of himself and made a “stay there” motion as he stood and backed away. Even while fidgeting through his kitchen cabinet, he kept leaning back to peek over the door frame and shoot you troubled glances.

Now that you thought about it, you had absolutely no recollection of last night. Even without the throbbing through your body and nausea stirring inside you, you wouldn’t be able to fathom a thought of how you really ended up in Steve’s arms this morning. All you could assume is your night out most definitely lead you to places you didn’t entirely expect to go to.

“Okay, I'm here. You with me darlin’?” He kneeled back down next to you, brightly coloured medicine packets rattling as he poured them out onto the floor from his arms, cautious to not pour the water he brought also.

You could only groan in response, allowing him to sit you up steadily, taking the glass of ice-cold water into your shaky hands. You shuddered, a chill going through you as the sudden change in temperature shocked your body. With the help of Steve’s hand holding the back of the glass, the other tucked under your chin to avoid you spilling, you took your first few sips.

“There you girl. Atta girl.” Steve praised as you let out little gasps after each desperate gulp trying to push down the medicine. You couldn’t remember the last time water tasted this good; even worse, you couldn’t remember if Steve always looked this… pretty.

It was the way that leather jacket hugged his body, the way the top buttons of his polo were unbuttoned to help him cool down from the heat of the moment. It was the way his eyes were fixated on only you, switching his gaze between your eyes and your lips ever so often, mouth ajar. The way his hair was still sleep-mussed and flopping over his eyes. It wasn’t the regular slick, neat and preppy Steve; he was messy, rugged, so concerned for you, praises pouring from his lips like honey. Being caring just looked so good on Steve. He really was the best babysitter.

“Thank you, Steve.” You calmed your breathing and leaned back against the armrest. Steve raised his hand back up to your face and dragged his thumb over your lower lip to wipe off a droplet of water.

“No problem, sweets.”

Now Steve noticed the tension, he could most definitely sense the change in the nature of your gaze. There was a few seconds of silence accompanied by eye contact before he stood up to go back to the kitchen, with less urgency this time. You could catch a glimpse of the puzzled expression painting his face as he turned away.

Your mind always fought the relentless battle of ridding yourself of these thoughts clouding over your brain. It didn’t help that he always had to use these stupid pet names. Hon, darlin’, sweets. It was like he was trying to refrain from calling you something excessively affectionate, like honey, darling, or sweetheart, but tried to find his way around it anyway. It engulfed you, but you always promised yourself that you wouldn’t fall into the trap of the Harrington charm that easily, especially since your friendship was so special to you.

“Better?” He came back into the room and scoffed at the sight of you guzzling down the last drops of water from the glass. Clearly, your usual energy started to possess you again, even if your thoughts were still a little hazy, and you weren’t really forming coherent sentences. Stripping himself of his leather jacket, he sat down behind you on the armrest and ran his hand through your hair, carefully undoing the knots which formed over the night. 

“Steve.”

“Hm?”

You thought hard about your words.

“As much as I appreciate all of this. I still don’t really know how--how I got here?”

“Uh, well.” The boy shifted his hips and avoided your gaze completely, trying to recall the events of the night himself. Although he wasn’t hungover, you assume the few hours of sleep he got after watching over you like a guard dog probably lessened the performance of his usually sharp brain. 

“Your friends called me to take you to mine, they were too drunk themselves to protect you from doing something insane for the rest of the night, they said.”

You let out a long sigh and leaned your head back into his lap, looking up into his eyes as if you knew there was way more to the story than that.

“So I obviously did, drove over and picked you up as quickly as I could.”

“Made you carry me?” You scoffed, ashamed.

“Yeah.” He chuckled, smoothing his hand over your hair again. “Only for a little bit”

“God, Steve.” You clasped your hands over your eyes. “I’m sorry. I’m really embarrassed. I'm never like this.”

 Although you almost never ever got drunk, even between those few times you would never act so, stupidly. You almost always managed to keep your friends in check, the carer amongst your group, getting everyone home safely before sinking down in your own bed for the night. Never having to be driven home, carried in, only being able to sleep in the arms of your friend.

“Oh come on. I was glad to help. We watched a movie and everything, had the time of my life, [Y/N].”

His smile was genuine, words tender and caring. It shocked you how much of a big softie the infamously short-tempered babysitter was every single time.

“So I didn’t do anything outrageously embarrassing, then?”

“Oh no, no. Don’t worry about it.”

Steve wasn’t big on lying, obviously. It’s not like he was lying, anyhow, but he was confident that you didn’t want to hear about this. Not yet anyway. He cared too much about your friendship to let it become awkward or, tense. Even if he felt his heart skip a beat, breath hitch in his throat and blush rise to his cheeks each time he thought about it, absolutely desperate to address his feelings.

You didn’t do anything outrageously embarrassing. It was just outrageously forward, but considering your state, it was understandable. Maybe you didn’t even mean anything by it, but Steve was always incredibly fixated on what-ifs. What if you felt exactly the same as he did? What if you felt the direct opposite? Those were the kinds of questions which kept him up at night.

He had just managed to open the door despite you clinging in his arms, fingers indented from the pressure of the many missed attempts of the key stabbing into the keyhole. He begged to let you stand for only a second so he wouldn’t snap his keys, but you refused, wrapping your arms tighter around his neck.

He walked into the house, cautious not to bump your head or legs in the hallway; holding his breath as he passed the ridiculously expensive vases his parents splurged on constantly. Thankfully, they were both out of town this week. As normal as that was, it left Steve alone in that big house with nothing but his thoughts, feelings and that big, stupid TV that seemed to always play heart-breaking romances whenever he turned it on. 

It’s never good to be alone with those things, especially not for a lovesick Harrington.

He tried to lay you down from every position, even completely letting go of you while he held you over the couch. But you just wouldn’t budge. Steve’s heart was practically exploding, he was afraid that you would notice the thumping noise as you buried your face into his chest.

“Steve. Talk to me.”

It didn’t take much for him to give in whenever you ask him for something. He would give the world to you, and you didn’t even have to ask that nicely. Everyone around you was completely astounded at how oblivious you were to his constant romancing of you, how he was always near you, always doing things for you. Driving you around, taking you on dates you never knew were dates. Playing with your hair, tucking it behind your ear whenever it got in the way of your heated rants about work or some stupid guy. Bringing you flowers, chocolates, and your favourite food whenever you were feeling down, or just because he wanted to. He drew love hearts on notes he passed you in class and slipped you little doodles to make you giggle during especially boring lectures.

Steve Harrington was totally in love. [Y/N] was totally and utterly oblivious. 

“What uh--what do you want to talk about?” He sat you both down; pulling you closer to his chest hesitantly as you whined from the loss of touch, the recoil of the couch prying you apart for a second. He could feel your slow, warm breathing against his chest, your weight pressing him firmly into the couch. He could smell your shampoo, and the perfume you always used on special occasions. 

It made him too nervous to look you in the eye.

You didn’t respond. Steve just assumed you fell asleep; but when he turned his gaze down to you, you were staring right up at him with sultry, drunken doe-eyes. You chewed on your lip and hummed quietly at the rush of his look meeting yours. The moonlight and glow of the pool outside was the only thing illuminating the room through a gap in the scarcely shut curtains, but you could just make out the mesmerized expression on his face.

Steve noticed you slowly pulling his face down to yours with your weight, your noses bumping as he rested his forehead against yours to stop himself from doing anything he would regret. Now your breath was right against his face, the pattern becoming rugged and heavy. He could barely process your actions before you lazily brushed your lips against his, settling a feather-light kiss on his lower lip.

“-Love you. So much.” 

Just as quickly as it all happened, you passed right out, eyes fluttering closed gently after the words fell from your mouth with an ease that made his jaw drop. 

Steve was in a state of shock, euphoric shock. He wasn’t sure what he was allowed to feel. But he definitely felt something. It was like little fireflies were dancing around his heart, butterflies glittering in his stomach, something buzzing in his ears. He wanted to make you the happiest girl in the world. He just wished that one day, you two could do this again. Fall asleep with each other after the sweetest goodnight kiss.

But he could wake up in the morning, and kiss you again, call you his.

So he sat. Sat watching over you. He couldn’t let you hurt yourself and swore that he would stay awake until you opened your eyes the next morning. He wanted to hide the grin on his face but he just couldn’t. Couldn’t stop thinking about the feeling that still lingered on his lips. Couldn’t stop thinking about your words. Couldn't stop thinking about the what-ifs of the future.

“I love you too.” 

[cursed-elo-images]

Okay so since Jeff Lynne is the birthday boy today I’m going to add on to this by talking about my favorite Jeff Lynne aesthetics if you don’t mind—

Idle Race:

Okay so I’m going in chronological order which includes pre-ELO Jeffie. So… late 60s Jeff is an original aesthetic, I must say. I am aware that this specific image is a meme in the ELO Tumblr community due to how cursed it looks (perfect for my blog—and I too find it funny) BUT— I genuinely like this look…? Not only am I trying to sound kind but I really do. I don’t know, I just really love his hair style and his clean shaven face is just a nice look honestly. His confused facial expression absolutely sends me into space. 10/10: relatable. His mahogany colored suit also fits his hair, it balances his appearance, so to speak.

Tinsel Wig/Feather Boa:

Controversial pick, that I am aware of, but I need to be honest here: besides 1975-1977 Jeff, I think this is another favorite look of mine. Okay-the shiny, multi-colored shirt and pants, with the fluffy red feather boa? The tinsel wig?? THE BLACK EYESHADOW??? This is a wacky and weird yet bedazzling look to go with for the Roll Over Beethoven show!!! I LOVE weird people in weird clothes!!! (Affectionate) It really gives me Ziggy Stardust from David Bowie or the album cover for Queen II by Queen!!!! As a fellow weirdo myself, I’m just so happy that all three of my favs did this beautiful makeup-feather-boa-glam-rock look!!!

Eldorado:

I also like this look, which came a year after the fluffy glam rock Jeff. His hair and facial hair was still pretty long and voluminous, which go together well. ALSO—can we talk about his outfit??? The white dress shirt (which has clear gemstones on the collar!) is just so pretty. His navy blue vest with the red stripe along the collar of the vest is really nice too, the red stripe gives some spice to the outfit. It’s just really nice as it reminds me of David Bowie from 1976, he commonly wore a white dress shirt with a black vest, which looked nice too. It also makes me think of the RockPalast interview from 1974, it’s one of my favorite interviews (mainly because of Hugh McDowell being weird in it as well as Richard Tandy being beautiful, iconic, and authentic in it) and it also reminds me of the RockPalast concert and how weird and wonderful it was. Not to mention those sets of photos from 1974 of Jeff in that outfit, Richard in pink, Bev in that cursed red vest and pastel indigo dress shirt, Hugh in the beautiful purple suit that I love oh so much—and the others having good outfits in general.

Mid 70s trimmed beard:

This look—okay, here’s where I get pretty serious and not so lighthearted, but I will still voice my affection for this look.

Okay, I really like this trimmed beard. It smoothens his face and it just looks nice. I think he was also totally clean shaven at this point too this specific year and I also like that.

What I don’t like is that there were people that made nasty comments on him during this year. Them making fun of him for being a bit chubby is just…not nice. Not at all. It does upset me, because it’s not the right thing to do and it causes problems, and hurts people. Like—take a look at the photo on here: he’s just happy to be at the carnival!!! (Or wherever he was in the photo) He just wants to hang out with his funny band mates and look at the elephants with them!!! (As well as coping with Hugh being chaotic, with Hugh eating what appears to be a caramel apple in another photo from that same day) I just want nothing more than for Jeff to have fun at the carnival with his friends and deal with Hugh being silly!!!

Anyways, this is a really nice look and I enjoy it.

Mr Blue Sky!!!:

Okay—I love this year because it was the release of my most favorite ELO album ever, Out of the Blue. For some reason I love this shiny sky-blue jumpsuit he wore on stage on some show singing Livin’ Thing that year. I am aware that the song in question if from the album a year before Out of the Blue, which was A New World Record in 1977, but I can’t help but think of the song Mr. Blue Sky while staring at it. It’s also one of my favorite blues so it’s an enjoyable look all around!

So yeah these are my favorite Jeff Lynne looks and making this post made me happy!

1973

[disneyanddisneyships]

Chapter 67 part 3! @gyubby99 don't forget to read part 2!

"What? How is this possible!?" Gothel exclaimed. Elsa used the wind and her ice to rise up off the floor, her eyes glowing blue. Jack floated above the floor as well to stand next to his fiancé. The moon shone bright on all of them. Anna's eyes glowed pink, and there was a bright light around her heart as she too floated into the air. Rapunzel's shone a golden color as a yellow light shone around her head, gale picked her up and her shirt hair turned blonde. Merida's eyes glowed a dark navy blue as she floated in the air, a dark glow around her entire being. Toothless began to fly a bit off the ground, he and Hiccup's eyes glowing green as the two of them glowed. "What is happening?!" Gothel asked as fear shone in her face. All at once the group raised their arms and blasted gothel. All that was heard was the sound of her screams as she withered away to nothing for the second time.pitch woke up to see this and made his way into the shadows unnoticed.

Everyone was put back down onto the ground, the glowing had passed as the moon dissapeared again. "What the actual hell was that?!" Anna exclaimed. "Uh.. rapunzel... your hair is blonde," Elsa stated. Rapunzel touched her short hair. "Wait wait wait! Tell me if it glows!" Rapunzel shouted before taking a deep breath. "Flower gleam and glow, let your power shine, make the clock reverse, bring back what one was mine~" rapunzel sang. "Rapunzke it's glowing! Your hair is back!" Anna shouted. "Her hair glows?" Hiccup asked, eyes wide. "Its a biological magic family thing," Jack replied. "Kindof... rapunzel wasn't supposed to have powers but the flower and the.. you know it's really another thing for another time," Jack explained. "Fair enough. Also about Elsa and I going on that date, it really didn't mean anything. I hope you don't hold it against me," hiccuo stated. "Maybe I did for a time, but.... I know Elsa will always love me," Jack stated as he smiled. "Truce?" Hiccup asked as he held out his hand. Jack smiled. "Truce," he stated as he shook hiccuos hand. "Jack!" Elsa yelled before running up to him, almost knocking him over, and kissing him deeply. "Are you okay?" Jack asked when they pulled apart. "You didn't get hurt did you? Did the baby get hurt?" Jack asked. "Baby?" Anna asked as she walked up to the two of them. "What baby?" Anna asked again expectantly. Elsa smiled. "I'm pregnant," Elsa replied. Anna's eyes widened before she let out an earsplitting screech before running up to Elsa and hugging her. "I'm finally gonna be an auntie! Took you guys 300 years but finally!" Anna exclaimed. Elsa laughed as she hugged Anna back. "Okay but now I know that you and jack.... did things and now I've scarred myself," Anna muttered as she glared at jack. Jack gulped. "Well maybe don't think about it then? I think thatd be best for everyone," Jack stated. Anna glared at jack more before turning to Elsa and smiling.

[laniuchiha7]

Rogue Sakura

When Sasuke heard a certain pink haired rogue had been spotted in a nearby village, he knew he had to go. He was put on a team with Naruto and Kakashi, much to his annoyance. Traveling with a group, he figured, would slow him down and he needed to get to her as soon as possible. As they made it to the village and after checking in at an inn, the Uchiha took off on his own.

For six months he had been searching for Sakura, trying to find out why she would leave the village and go to Orochimaru, and trying to understand why she would leave him. The last thing she told Sasuke was that she loved him, and while he didn’t say it at the time, he knew that he loved her too. So why did things have to end up like this?

With an activated Sharingan, the Uchiha moved in the direction Sakura had been spotted. He was able to spot her signature and saw she was in the forest and on the move.

This time, he vowed. This time I’ll stop her.

He shouldn’t have been surprised when her signature vanished, he was more upset about losing her. Sakura always had the best chakra control in their group, so it shouldn’t have been a surprise. Pausing on a tree branch to assess his next move, a kunai came hurling towards him, slicing through the sleeve of his navy blue shirt and cutting his skin. It wasn’t a deep cut, but he still winced at the pain and clutched his free hand over his bicep.

As Sasuke looked in the direction the tool came from, he saw her. Standing across from him was the cherry blossom girl herself, the one he was in love with; Sakura.

Her hair was still short, not even reaching her shoulders, and her eyes still that vibrate hue of green that he missed seeing. She gazed at him softly in return, but her lips curved downwards into a small frown.

The qipao she used to wear had been exchanged for a red high collar zip up shirt, black leggings with a waist warmer. 

“Sakura…” her name came out like a whisper, as if he wasn’t sure it was really her.

“So it really is you, Sasuke.” He noted the lack of suffix added to his name. The familiarity and closeness she once used, was gone. 

There was a hint of sadness to her cool voice, like she didn’t want to see him. “What do you want? Why did you come here?”

“It’s it obvious? I came to take you home.”

“Home? To that village?” She scoffed. “Why would I return to a place that only saw me as fodder? You, Naruto, Ino, everyone else…compared to all of you I was nothing. I was born clanless and had to watch as everything was ripped from me. As my home was destroyed and my parents taken with it. I was weak, but Orochimaru saw potential in me when none of you did. He trained me, taught me how to fight, and effectively use poisons.”

“Please Sakura,” Sasuke has never been one to beg, but he was willing to do anything to get her back. 

“I’m stronger now Sasuke. I can fight, I can defend myself, I can hold my own. I even defeated Orochimaru. I don’t need to listen to rules or be ordered around. I can do whatever I want. What would even be the purpose of going back?”

“Everyone misses you. I miss you.” The words started to get caught in his throat, but he couldn’t let this be a repeat of last time. Sasuke knew he had to tell her. “I love you.“

He watched as Sakura’s expression went from shock, to pain, or anger within the span of seconds. “Don’t you dare that to me! What right do you have?!” her voice cracked as tears began to roll down her face.  “I spent years chasing after you, trying to get you to notice and acknowledge me. And after I leave you decided to reciprocate your feelings.”

“Sakura, I've always felt this way about you! I know I realized it too late, but that doesn’t change the fact that I care about you. I always have and I always will.”

They stared at each other in silence, before an overwhelming exhaustion began to take over his body.

His eyelids grew heavy, as he started to wonder what was happening. The kunai, he remembered, must have been laced with poison. “Sakura, please don’t do this,“ he tried to call out, but she was looking away now.

“It’s nothing lethal. It’ll only put you to sleep for a bit.”

Fighting a losing battle to stay awake, his eye lips slowly started to close.

“I’m sorry, Sasuke,” was the last thing he heard before sleep took over.

When Sasuke woke, he was on the ground sitting against a tree. Sakura, he knew, was long gone. Clenching his fist, he hit the ground out of frustration with himself for letting her get away.

As he looked down, he noticed a cherry blossom in his lap.

[lavenderahs]

michael langdon; your stepfather p.2

y/n pov

warnings! - smut!!!

taglist - @jimmason @kitty4860 @brooklinn13

I awake to the sweet smell of syrup and pancakes. the light from my sheer curtains almost blind me as I sit up. I feel my lower half ache as I realize the night before; the sex between michael and I. my face gets hot; scared to go downstairs to see him. to avoid any embarrassment; I head to the bathroom and clean myself up. brushing my teeth, washing my face, deodorant, etc. I throw on sweatpants and a tank top over a tshirt bra. I slowly walk downstairs as I see Michael busy making breakfast. his head turns as one of the steps creak. his face lights up like nothing happened the night before "good morning, I was just about to get you up for breakfast" I give an awkward smile as i fix my iced coffee. I pour my creamer into my large glass "so I was thinking we could go shopping today, the mall or something" michael says casually. "y-yeah that's fine" I go to seat myself at the table; shaken from the thought of actually spending time with michael. he places 2 plates down on the table, along with silver ware and napkins. he made the 2 of us pancakes, honestly the best thing michael can make. I give him a reassuring smile "thank you"

getting ready for an outing with michael was hectic. wanting to look hot but felt guilty at the same time. I wore a pair of high waisted jean shorts, a cream tube top, with a simple brown jacket over it. I do simple makeup, neutral eyeshadow, fluffy brows and mascara. I'm accessorized with a gold necklace and simple tear drop diamond earrings. my fingers laced with gold rings. I slip on my white converse. I spray my channel perfume around my neck and wrists. my heart races as I walk down stairs. michael of course, dressed handsomely; simple grey dress pants and a off white button up. he's accessorized with the usual silver rings. "you look snazzy" I laugh. "so do you" he says as he opens the the door for me. his expensive car speeds smoothly down the interstate as we approach our exit. his hand lightly rests on my thigh as we pull into the mall. "what stores are we gonna go to" I say staring into the mall windows. "which ever you'd like sweetheart"

michael took us to the more "pricey" mall. filled with high end stores. michael spots a Burberry store and suggests we go in. expensive items are not my thing; I like my clothes from old navy and h&m just fine. michael walks slowly over to a beige clutch; accented with the signature Burberry plaid pattern. "you would look nice with this, do you like it" the small bag is beautiful, yet the price tag is a little over a thousand dollars. "yeah it's really nice" he smiles and walks over and places it on the marble counter. my eyes widen in surprise. he pulls out his slick leather wallet and hands the cashier his card. he takes the bag, and walk out of the store. "michael why did you do that!" I scold "it was like a thousand dollars!" he laughs lightly. "it's nothing, you need some nice things" he trails off "how about Victoria secret next" I roll my eyes, and stand with my arms crossed "michael, really" I scoff. "your figure is too perfect to just have target intimates" my face heats up. confused on how he knew that's all I own. "o-okay" my thoughts try to conclude his motive for this trip.

the black and pink store lays upon our eyes as I see the beautifully made bras & panties. Michael walks beside me, my attraction for him kicks in as his beautiful blue eyes shine against the dark store. he walks towards the displays, his fingers exploring the lace. he picks up a dark emerald green lace set. the bra beautifully laced, and the panties made to shape your figure, laced as well, yet with a little bow at the top. Michaels eyes shoot up to me "I think this would look amazing on you" he smirks. "y-yeah" I say trying to hide how flustered I am. "along with this, get any everyday bra and any panties you want" I find a few t-shirt bras and some push-up bras as well. I usually wear cotton panties but I found a few pairs of cheeky ones, and thong or 2. hands filled with intimates, Michael walks up to me "got what you want darling?" I nod and my stepfather pays for my lingerie. it's a dirty thing, yet it makes me flustered, secretly loving it. as we walk out of the mall michael smirks "there's one last place I'd like to take you"

he pulls into a 5 star hotel, wouldn't be surprised if a celebrity was checked in here. as we park I slowly turn my head to Michael. "I booked us a room, we might as well get out of the house" I realise I didn't have any overnight bag and nor did he. as we approach the doors I ask urgently "m-Michael why are we here" he motions for me as he carries the bags of the purchases for me. we step inside the elevator, my heart racing at the thought of what's going to happen. michael pressed the top button, the 8th floor. we arrive at our room, Michael unlocked it with his card. he inhales as he sets my bags down on a queen sized bed. "I thought I'd let you try these on, since we are right here, we could take them back if needed" he says confidently. "o-oh" I take the green set into the bathroom to change. the lace slips around my hips as I slide the panties on. adjusting my bra, I stare at my body, feeling horrible for letting him do this to me but excited that he wants me in this lingerie. I open the door to see Michael naked, sitting on the bed, his hard bulge out between his legs. his hands begin to fumble with his cock. "look at my sexy girl, come to daddy" I slowly walk over to the bed and sit beside him. his eyes looking you up and down, his cock hard and his tip already wet from a bit of precum. his strong hands cup my breasts. kissing my chest as he admires the bra. "you know I promised you that I'd reward you" he whispers in my ear. I almost moan out of the anticipation. "yes sir" I breathe. "okay then," he positions himself on top of me, already undressing the expensive garments. he spreads my thighs open and brings his thumb to my soaked cunt. he rubs slow circles on my clit as I squirm. his massive dick lies in his lap. he notices my staring. "my slutty girl is hungry huh?" I nod. "your first time, darling?" he asked "yeah, but I'm on birth control, so I'm okay" I trail off "but I want you to take my innocence" he smirks and positions himself at my entrance. he stares into my soul as my cunt swallows him. his strokes are slow at first, yet they speed up. "can't believe I'm taking your virginity you slut " I moan as he hits my g-spot. my walls squeezing around his shaft. "who knew my stepdaughter has the best fucking cunt ever" he smirks as he pounds into me. my body feeling euphoric as my virginity is taken. his moans filling my ears as he pumps. the thrusts slow as his legs shake. his warm seed spills into me. he slowly pulls out, sweat lingering on his forehead. I feel his cum slipping out of my pussy. I look up at him, still dazed with lust. realizing I didnt orgasm & he purposely finished first. "m-Michael" I whimper. he turns around "yeah" I shyly say "you didnt let me finish" he laughs and says "honey you dont get what you want the first time, maybe next time if you're good" he winks and heads to the shower. I sit; yet again in disbelief of our actions

I whisper to myself "what the fuck is wrong with you y/n" with a smile

[nanamimizz]

thinking of sub 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈…..

tw: dom/sub dynamics, sub nananmi, toys, use of miss/ petnames, roleplay, exhibition?? idk nanami cums in a car minors dni

You smile when a whisper of cologne brushes past you and a head of gleaming moonlight yellow hair slinks into your peripheral. He’s tall and broad, his shoulders finishing into the seams of his navy blue suit jacket. If you focus your eyes, thin grey pinstripes can be visible to you.

His light-colored eyes meet yours before flickering away and you lean closer into him, taking in the way he fidgets next to you, shuffling and leaning into himself as if to hide from your gaze. You take in the sharpness of his cheekbones and coo when you see a faint pink on them.

“Are you enjoying yourself here tonight, handsome?” Your question goes unanswered and he leans against the bar, the cool top bleeding into the heat growing in his stomach. You hum and let your eyes crinkle in delight at the sweat on his brow and how his lip is tucked between his teeth.

“You don’t have to answer that do you? Just have to stand there and be patient.” You mutter softly, reaching out and wrapping a gentle hand around his waist. Your eyes gleam in the subtle arch of his back, chuckling at how he shudders when you sneak your hand up to his jacket and caress him through his shirt. He moans - quietly and softly when he feels your nails drag down his back, his head falls forward a tad with some of his immaculately comb hair falling onto his brow.

He hears the click of glass on the bar and tips his head towards it - “Your drink.” Smiling at him, you bring a cool hand to his heated cheek and coo at his slightly disheveled appearance.

“I think I’ve found myself something far more…appetizing than that drink for now. Don’t worry your pretty head.” He swallows and faintly whines, eyes flickering to the exit before muttering the nail in the coffin so to speak.

“Home, please.” The rich rasp of his voice pleads and you are unable to resist such a sweet sound. Nodding, you place money on the bar and loop an arm around his waist. He follows after you, calloused and warm palm twisting into the material of your clothes, desperate. You hail a cab and huff a laugh when you feel warm lips press into your neck and light-colored hair sweeping at your cheeks. You raise a hand and run them through the strands of moonlight soothing the tall man behind you who grips at your hips with heated hands.

A taxi comes and you two settle into it quickly, after telling the driver your address you snicker at how quickly his hands trail up and down your waist, face buried in your hair and groaning without restraint. You pet his hair tenderly, eyes crinkled in delight at how you can take in the desperation he was hiding before.

“Did you have fun with our little game Kento?” You ask, biting your lip at how his adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. With hazy eyes, he nods and blinks to try to focus.

“Yes- yes I did miss. Thank you.” He says, his thighs parting as you reach down to rub at his tense thigh. You hum, watching carefully as to how he blinks slowly and leans his head back, cheeks red and dewy.

“You were such a good pet tonight.” Praising him softly, your hand continues to rub at his thigh as your other hand reaches into the pocket of your jacket and press the button on the black remote. Kento moans, low and weakly, his hips stuttering as your hand reaches up the crotch of his pants and you gasp - it’s soaked through.

“Messy pet.” You tease as you turn the toy down. Your hand goes to his stomach and rubs to soothe the red-cheeked man as he cums down with fuzzy eyes. You giggle as he blinks at you like a cat and with your other hand, you pet his hair. He hums and drifts his eyes close, body relaxing underneath your cool hands.

“Enjoy yourself while you can Kento, the night is still young and we have a few more games to play.” You murmur, taking delight in the soft whine he emits as he slumps into the seat as your eyes light up when you see the apartment complex insight.

[osakaso5]

IDOLiSH7 6th Anniversary Special Story: Full of Heart...

Chapter 6: Wishing

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

Sogo Osaka: Tsunashi-san, thank you for bringing us to this limited edition Rabitty-kun shop.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: It's no trouble at all, really! I never got to play with a Rabitty-kun, myself.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: I was planning to come check this place out for the show anyway, so I'm glad you two could tag along.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Thanks for sending us the photo from when you were little, too! Me and So-chan were super hyped about it!

Sogo Osaka: Tamaki-kun..!

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Ahaha! It's a little embarrassing, considering what a country bumpkin I must've looked like.

Tamaki Yotsuba: You looked cute standing on the beach, almost like a girl.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Huh..!? Nobody's ever told me that before! I've always been tall for my age...

Tamaki Yotsuba: Okay, maybe not like a girl, but your arms and body were all skinny and stuff. What do you call that again? Slendy...

Sogo Osaka: Slender.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Yeah, that. You had the same face, but you weren't all buff.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Oh, okay! I didn't know that's how I looked... What did you think, Sogo-kun?

Sogo Osaka: Um... How should I put this...

Sogo Osaka: It... It was more than I could bear.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: .........

Tamaki Yotsuba: So-chan, you sound like a creepy old man!

Sogo Osaka: No, I didn't mean it in a weird way! I've juat never had a taste of such a different type of Tsunashi-san..!

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Taste...

Sogo Osaka: Uh... Maybe "taste" isn't the right word for it, but it was very satisfying to see..!

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Satisfying...

Tamaki Yotsuba: So-chan, you gotta stop it with the big explanations and be more casual! Call it cute, or nice, or something!

Sogo Osaka: Nice! It was nice! Very nice!

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Ahaha! Thank you!

TV on Shop Window: ...The secret to Rabitty-kun's birth!

TV on Shop Window: Who would've thought our famous mascot had such a story behind him!?

TV on Shop Window: Look forward to our 6th Anniversary Rabitty-kun! Toi toi toi~♪

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Ah, here it is.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Wow! They've got Rabitty-kuns in all kinds of colors! I wanna go touch them!

Sogo Osaka: Tamaki-kun, you must ask the clerks for permission first...

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: It looks like these are samples. Go ahead and touch them.

Tamaki Yotsuba: I'll go with this one first...

Red Rabitty: Ooh, ooh! Hold me!

Tamaki Yotsuba: Whoa! It's so cute!

Orange Rabitty: Ooh, ooh! Pet me! 

Hot Pink Rabitty: Ooh, ooh! Yawn...  Let’s go to bed! 

Sogo Osaka: You're right... They're really cute.

Grey Rabitty: Ooh ooh! Tyt ty tyt ty ty ♪

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Ah, this one seems to be singing something!

Tamaki Yotsuba: Wow! Where do you push to make it sing? Is it here?

Turquoise Rabitty: Ooh, ooh! That tickles!

Sogo Osaka: Maybe it's here?

Yellow Rabitty: Ooh, ooh! Dum dum dum dee dum ♪

Tamaki Yotsuba: Ah, it danced! So-chan, let go of it! It's trying to dance!

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: I'll make this one dance with it!

Dark Red Rabitty: Ooh, ooh! Chaka chaka chan chan ♪

Tamaki Yotsuba: Awesome! This is so much fun!

Sogo Osaka: They're so energetic.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: I think you're supposed to feed these carrots to them? Go on, Tamaki-kun, give it a try.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Okay! I'm gonna give one to this guy...

Green Rabitty: Ooh, ooh! Nom... nom... nom... Yummy~!

Tamaki Yotsuba: It ate! What about this one?

Rosy Brown Rabitty: Ooh, ooh! Chomp, chomp, chomp! I want more!

Tamaki Yotsuba: Ahaha! This one eats a lot!

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Hmm..? Look, they have a guide to exchanging defective toys.

Sogo Osaka: There were malfunctioning toys mixed in with the ones they released a few years ago. It says they'll exchange those for working ones, free of charge...

Sogo Osaka: Maybe these samples are the defective toys... But how exactly are they malfunctioning..?

Navy Rabitty: Ooh... ooh... Help.. me...

Tamaki Yotsuba: Holy crap!!! Why's this one so creepy..!?

Pink Rabitty: Oh, ooh... Don't... leave me...

Ivory Rabitty: Oh, ooh... You... saw..?

Pale Green Rabitty: Oh, ooh... Ehehehe... Eehehehehe...

Sogo Osaka: These ones are definitely defective..!

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: They're awful..! Why would anyone make them like this..? The poor kids who had these must've been terrified...

Tamaki Yotsuba: Yeah, seriously! If I had to sleep with one of these, my mattress would be all soggy the next morning!  

Sogo Osaka: You'd wet the bed?

Tamaki Yotsuba: So what if I would!? And I don't mean right now, I mean if I was still little!

Sogo Osaka: If you were little, then it's not something you could control much, anyway...

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Ah, why don't we take a break from these Rabitty-kuns, and go look at those ones instead?

Tamaki Yotsuba: What..? "Face three Rabitty-kuns against each other, and they'll go into gossipy teenage girl mode".

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: "Gossipy teenage girl mode"..?

Lavender Rabitty: Oh. Em. Gee. I think my nail just broke.

Light Blue Rabitty: It's gonna be 36 degrees today. Lame af.

Ocean Blue Rabitty: I'm like, low key freaking out about this test tho.

Sogo Osaka: ......... I guess they don't do the "ooh, ooh" thing in this mode.

Tamaki Yotsuba: So-chan, they've got an "office workers in an elevator" mode, too.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Apparently they have a Showa-era small talk version as an extra rare option, too.

Sogo Osaka: Do children really play with modes like this..?

[Phone rings]

Tamaki Yotsuba: Yukirin's calling me... Hello!

Tamaki Yotsuba: Huh? Seriously!? You guys found the uncle who took my picture already!?

Sogo Osaka: What!?

Tamaki Yotsuba: I knew that legendary detective could help..! Okay! Thanks!!!

Tamaki Yotsuba: Guess what! They said they found the guy!

Sogo Osaka: That's great, Tamaki-kun!

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: What business did you have with a legendary detective?

Tamaki Yotsuba: I need a photo from when I was little, so I was looking for this uncle who took a family portrait of us.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Oh, I see...

Tamaki Yotsuba: Awesome! Now I get to show off my picture, too!

Sogo Osaka: I'm happy for you.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Let's take another picture you can show off. I want one of the face you're making right now.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Right now?

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Yeah. Your smile is so nice, I want us to have something to remember it by. Come on.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Ehehe... This is a little embarrassing, but I'm still super happy! Thanks, Ryu-aniki!

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Thank you, too!

Tamaki Yotsuba: Ah... So-chan, wanna be in the pic?

Sogo Osaka: Me?

Tamaki Yotsuba: You found your photo, too. We can both show Ryu-aniki how proud we are. Right, Ryu-aniki?

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Of course! I'd love for you to be in the picture too, Sogo-kun.

Sogo Osaka: A-alright.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Hurry up!

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Stand next to each other. Laugh on three. One, two, three...

MEZZO": Ahahaha!

[Snap]

- - - -

Sogo Osaka: I'm glad your family photo will be found soon.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Me too.

Sogo Osaka: I'm sure Aya-chan would be happy about it.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Yeah. I'm glad you'll get you and your uncle's photo, too.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Is it gonna make it to the show, though?

Sogo Osaka: It will. I'm flying to pick it up at our nearest yacht harbor tonight.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Tonight? You gonna be okay?

Sogo Osaka: I'll be fine. I have tomorrow off, anyway.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Apparently my pic's coming in the mail. Ah...

[Rainfall]

Tamaki Yotsuba: It's raining.

Sogo Osaka: ...Not to mention the wind is really strong all of a sudden.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Can your plane leave in this weather?

Sogo Osaka: I... I think so. But I should hurry to the airport, and you need to get back to the dorm...

[Thunder]

MEZZO": Ah...

MEZZO": ...A blackout..?

- - - - 

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: I'm home. And completely soaked.

Kaoru Anesagi: Here's a towel. Take off your socks, shirt, and pants. There's a hot bath waiting for you.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: You're here too, Anesagi-san?

Gaku Yaotome: There was a power outage until just a minute ago.  Apparently some parts of Tokyo are still dark.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: What!? That sounds bad.

Gaku Yaotome: It's not the only bad thing here. Your bath's a little too hot...

Tenn Kujo: Hot as in, practically boiling. Want to go take a dip?

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Thanks.

Tenn Kujo: What is that?

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Ah... They're gifts for you and Gaku. I thought the Rabitty-kuns were too cute not to buy any.

Gaku Yaotome: Ahaha! Fair enough!

Tenn Kujo: I'm getting all nostalgic.

Ocean Blue Rabitty: Ooh, ooh! Hold me!

Kaoru Anesagi: Gosh, how adorable. I'll take care of you, little one. Come here.

Ocean Blue Rabitty: Ooh, ooh! Rat tat rat tat ♪

Kaoru Anesagi: Heh, it's singing.

Kaoru Anesagi: Hey. Does any one of you know why Rabitty-kun says "ooh, ooh"?

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: I don't Is there some bigger reason for it?

Kaoru Anesagi: Apparently it's based on a child's imitation of a famous sweets mascot.

Kaoru Anesagi: Which one was it, again? The one with a crown, a closed mouth, and an overall neutral expression...

Tenn Kujo: A crown..? Doesn't ring a bell.

Kaoru Anesagi: It's right on the tip of my tongue, I swear. It's still around, too, and you see it everywhere. It's also got a ribbon, I think...

Gaku Yaotome: Mascots with ribbons are a dime a dozen.

Kaoru Anesagi: Sometimes flames come out of its back, and it punches things. Sometimes it gets so emotional, it starts spinning fast. Ugh. I can picture it in my mind, but I just can't remember the name.

Kaoru Anesagi: In any case, it's something that originates from before the CEO of Toi Toi Toi was making the kind of profit he is today.

Kaoru Anesagi: He tried to turn his parents' business into a toy shop, but he just couldn't make it succeed.

Kaoru Anesagi: Apparently that's when he saw one of the neighborhood kids mimic the mascot I was talking about.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: And that kid was the basis for Rabitty-kun?

Kaoru Anesagi: Yep.

Kaoru Anesagi: Apparently the kid said something along the lines of "His mouth is closed, so he probably talks like, 'ooh, ooh'!"

Kaoru Anesagi: Then the kid would start dancing while singing "ooh, ooh", and that was the blueprint for Rabitty-kun.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Wow..! I think it's really nice that Rabitty-kun was technically born out of a child's idea.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: I'm sure the CEO must really like kids, too.

Kaoru Anesagi: From what I heard, he's had a rough life. He was separated from his sibling, and when they reunited, he had to fight the reason for their separation...

Gaku Yaotome: Fight..? I can't even imagine what that might entail.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Everyone has something going on.

Tenn Kujo: How did he and his sibling reunite?

Kaoru Anesagi: Their parents were photographers, and they both just so happened to have a photo that proved their relation.

Gaku Yaotome: Maybe they kept each other's faces in a locket or something.

Tenn Kujo: There's no way it'd be something that cliché.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Still, I'm sure they were happy to see each other again.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Those two should be happily walking home right about now, too.  

- - - -

Tamaki Yotsuba: So-chan, wait up!

Sogo Osaka: I need to hurry to the airport. If the weather gets any worse than this, all flights might be cancelled.

Tamaki Yotsuba: There's a blackout, and you're soaking wet! What if you can't get home, and you catch a cold!?

Sogo Osaka: You can go home if you want...

Tamaki Yotsuba: Why are you always like this!? I swear, you haven't changed at all!

Sogo Osaka: .........

Tamaki Yotsuba: You seriously can't even ask me to come with you!? Grow a backbone already!

Sogo Osaka: ......... That's not why.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Then what is it!?

Sogo Osaka: It's not that I'm afraid of causing you trouble. I want to prove something to you.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Prove what..?

Sogo Osaka: We may not have had the best lives, but we haven't done much bad, either.

Sogo Osaka: So... This isn't a punishment. 

Tamaki Yotsuba: ...So-chan...

Sogo Osaka: I'll go, Tamaki-kun. And once I'm back, I'll show off my picture, and you'll get to see what my uncle looked like.

Sogo Osaka: I'm... I'm going to treat this as an adventure. And I'm going to ward off any disasters.

Sogo Osaka: Because I learned that from you.

Tamaki Yotsuba: ......... But...

[Toot toot!]

Tamaki Yotsuba: .......!? Someone got out of that car...

Mysterious Man: .........

Sogo Osaka: A masked man..!?

Tamaki Yotsuba: W-what do you want!? Stay away..! Ah..!

Sogo Osaka: Tamaki-kun..! ...Don't you dare do anything to him..!

Mysterious Man: ........!

Sogo Osaka: .........!? You're...

[Tap tap tap]

Sogo Osaka: Ah..! Wait, please..!

Tamaki Yotsuba: So-chan!

[Wroom...]

Sogo Osaka: ...Are you alright, Tamaki-kun!?

Tamaki Yotsuba: That guy gave me this.

Sogo Osaka: A parcel... Did you see how he looked when he gave you this?

Tamaki Yotsuba: Dunno. He was wearing a mask and sunglasses, so I didn't really see anything.

Sogo Osaka: I see...

Tamaki Yotsuba: But, for some reason... I kinda didn't get a bad vibe from him.

Sogo Osaka: ......... Neither did I. He felt familiar, somehow...

Tamaki Yotsuba: ...What do you think this is?

Sogo Osaka: I don't know... Let's open it.

Tamaki Yotsuba: What if it's a bomb?

Sogo Osaka: ...I hear no ticking, but we should still be careful. Hand it over, I'll open it.

Sogo Osaka: There's no people around, probably due to the rain. You should stand back, too...

Tamaki Yotsuba: ........

Sogo Osaka: ...Or don't.

Tamaki Yotsuba: You sure?

Sogo Osaka: Yeah. We'll open it together. I'm sure we'll be fine, because of the rain.

Tamaki Yotsuba: ...You sure it won't explode?

Sogo Osaka: It probably won't... In this kind of rain, any spark should  fizzle out instantly. Though we can't be 100% sure.

Sogo Osaka: Besides, you're a good kid. If there's a higher power, then I'm sure the'd want to reward you, not punish you.

Tamaki Yotsuba: ...I don't wanna have nay more regrets. Are you sure this isn't stupid?

Sogo Osaka: I don't want any regrets, either. Which is why I refuse to act like a coward.

Tamaki Yotsuba: ...Fine. Let's open it, So-chan.

Sogo Osaka: Yeah... Here I go.

Tamaki Yotsuba: ...Maybe there's a fuse hidden in the paper..?

Sogo Osaka: ...This is oil paper, so it doesn't get wet in the rain... Ah...

Tamaki Yotsuba: It doesn't look like a bomb... What's that rectangular thing?

Sogo Osaka: ...It's a photo, and a card...

Tamaki Yotsuba: Card? What's it say?

Sogo Osaka: "Dear customer. Here are the pictures you ordered."

Sogo Osaka: "I can't thank you enough for the help you once gave my brother, so I've included your friend's photo, as well."

Tamaki Yotsuba: Wait... Could it be..?

MEZZO": The legendary detective..!?

Tamaki Yotsuba: Is that how the guy knew where we were!? He wasn't a shady guy, he was a private eye!

Tamaki Yotsuba: But what does his brother have to do with me? And I dunno who the friend he's talking about is, either...

Sogo Osaka: ...Tamaki-kun, look...

Tamaki Yotsuba: Huh..?

Sogo Osaka: My uncle... This is the picture of my uncle and I. Look, here he is.

Tamaki Yotsuba: And a mini So-chan...

Sogo Osaka: ...Uncle... It's because I had him that I'm making music now.

Tamaki Yotsuba: ...So-chan... Look at my photo, too.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Ta-dah! That's Mom, that's little Aya. And that's me...

Sogo Osaka: It's a tiny Tamaki-kun...

Tamaki Yotsuba: Yeah. So what do you think? You can stop staring at your uncle, already.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Hey. Say something.

Sogo Osaka: I think it's a wonderful picture. Your mother looks gentle, beautiful, and...

Sogo Osaka: ...I've finally had the chance to see her...

Tamaki Yotsuba: .........

Sogo Osaka: Tamaki-kun... It must've been so hard for you. But you're fine now.

Sogo Osaka: It's going to be fine...

Tamaki Yotsuba: ...Yeah...

Tamaki Yotsuba: You look like you had a rough time, too... Being in this stuffy place, wearing stuffy clothes. ...But at least you could still smile.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Hey, little guy. Believe it or not, but you're gonna be making music in a couple years. And I'm gonna sing your songs with you.

Tamaki Yotsuba: So, it's gonna be okay. You're gonna be okay.

Sogo Osaka: Yeah...

Sogo Osaka: Thank you, Tamaki-kun. 

- - - -

Tsumugi's Thoughts: And that...

Tsumugi's Thoughts: ...Is how all 16 idols got their pictures, safe and sound.

- - - -

Mister Shimooka: Well then, it's about time we got Welcome to Kids' Room started!

Re:vale: OK!

TRIGGER: Alright.

IDOLiSH7: Yaaaay! Let's gooo!

ŹOOĻ: Yeah!

Mister Shimooka: It’s the moment of truth! We'll be taking a look at these idols' childhood pictures!

Mister Shimooka: But before that, it's time for our special guests!

Mister Shimooka: Please welcome the CEO of Toi Toi Toi, Jiro Ito!

Mister Shimooka: As well as the man who gave a loan to Toi Toi Toi when it was on the verge of bankruptcy, Taro Ito!

Sogo Osaka: Huh?

Torao Mido: Hmm?

Mister Shimooka: Let's give both of the  men who made Rabitty-kun what he is an  equally warm welcome!

Mister Shimooka: Here they come!

All: Ooh, ooh!

???: Hello. I'm the CEO of Toi Toi Toi, Jiro Ito.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Ah..!

Tamaki Yotsuba: That's the uncle who took our picture..! 

The End.

[itsbeaconhillsbaby]

I love your writings, they’re so good and realistic and not weird and cringe like some others on here, by far the best I’ve seen in a while !! Was just wondering if you’re taking requests and if so if you could do one when your an actress and have always had a crush on him but you meet him at an after party at a premier or something and have flirty banter and maybe more ? Thankyou x

hello my lovely x

this is so unbelievably sweet I've been screaming since this popped into my inbox. I wanted to start this off by saying a massive thank you - this is my first ever requested piece and I am so excited to be able to create something for you! this is a milestone fic: the 10th fic that I've written for tom, and is also one of my longest!! I also want to apologise for how long it has taken me; I started on this a while ago now and you have been so patient and kind! please enjoy and let me know what you think! (also the timing that this is now coming out on his birthday is all the spook!!) 

after party antics || tom holland x reader

word count: 2729 warnings: alcohol use summary: premiere after party meet cute

Circular tables filled the floor as glittering chandeliers hung low from the ceilings above. Pretty foliage and large blooming fresh flowers in pastel pinks, greens and blues, draped through the room, entangling themselves around chairs and across wooden beams. Lace, satin and chiffon brushed along the floors as what felt like the entire film industry conversed with one another; hands clutching at suit jacketed arms, glasses clinking in cheers. 

Music, chatter, camera flashes and laughing filled the room - sounds reverberating all around. You glide through the crowds, smiling and nodding your thanks as people congratulated you from either side.

Taking a detour from your path, you spotted the signs for the bathroom and let out a shaky exhale when it appeared empty. Resting your hands on the wash basin and closing your eyes, you took a couple of deep breaths before your face erupted into a toothy grin, a small squeal of excitement bubbling from your lips.

You were at an after-party.

For your very first film.

Surrounded by some of Hollywood’s finest.

WHAT!

If your best friend woke you up stating that this was all some insane dream, you wouldn’t be surprised. It would make more sense, actually – this just couldn’t be your life.

You could feel yourself spiralling and spritzed a little bit of water onto your face to calm yourself down, making sure not to ruin the amazing make-up look that your team had spent so long perfecting earlier that day.

The premiere had only just finished.

You had walked across the red carpet on wobbly legs – cameras flashing, thousands of fans screaming from behind barriers, photographers and press overpowering each other in order to get the best angles and shots; screaming for you to ‘look over here’, ‘turn to the side.’

The premiere had only just finished up as you sat amongst a drool-worthy cast; some of the biggest names in Hollywood. Joining such a large cast was daunting, especially considering who some of those people were – and more so since it was with Marvel, one of - if not the - biggest film franchises out there.

You took another look in the mirror, tucking your hair behind your ears and smoothing down the front. Giving a twirl in your signature Teuta Matoshi gown, the tulle dress embroidered with tiny little yellow daffodils and white daisies, you took a moment to admire your favourite designer as you adjusted the slightly puffed sleeves before leaving the restroom.

You held the door open behind you to allow for a gaggle of tall women to enter in beautiful flowing gowns, turning abruptly to shift yourself out of the way - smiling at them as they all smiled back.

Up on the tips of your toes, wobbling slightly in your heels, you try to peer over the heads of the masses of people. You were eagerly looking for your team, consisting of your incredible manager and your best friend, who you dragged everywhere with you. But you could barely see past the sea of heads in front of you.

You decided to head for the heavy, wide double-set doors that stood open, leading out into the freshly manicured gardens; alive with luscious trees, plants and flowerbeds. A separate dirt path led into a lowly lit rose garden that was nestled in amongst the grasses.

It was a little quieter outside, but not by much.

There was a large marquee to your immediate left. A bar was situated at one end as bottles were flipped in the air - waiters passing out trays lined with champagne flutes. Pristinely clothed tables were crowded with guests; bodies tumbled past you as they headed into the marquee - parties splitting into different locations now that the main event had concluded, leading into a very alive and wild after party. 

Your cheeks ached as the smile on your face refused to drop. Too amazed by your surroundings to let it relax. You stand out on the patio area, looking out across the gardens towards the glow of the city in the distance, lights twinkling in exchange for stars. Despite the dry warmth of the evening you could feel the lightest of winds raising the tiny hairs on your arms. 

“Room for another?”

You jumped slightly at the interruption, the voice light and questioning. You turn, your dress dancing around you.

“Sorry, I hope I’m not interrupting. I’m Tom, I’ve been meaning to introduce myself all night. Congratulations on the film!”

As you exchange pleasantries, your cheeks gathering up some heat beneath the radiant glow of your make-up, he presses forwards leaning in for a hug as you do the same. You can feel his hands against the bare skin at your back leaving behind tiny little goose-bumps in their place, your skin tingling from his touch. You couldn’t help but breathe in his cologne, the pleasant woodsy scent engulfing you.

“Ah, so you’re the spider guy? I think I’m getting the hang of these superhero names now.”

Your lips twitch, forming a playful smile.

He tilts his head ever so slightly to the side, eyeing you up as tiny crinkles appeared around the outside of his eyes. They were looking at you inquisitively with a sweet kind of intensity.

You could feel your heart kick up a notch under his gaze. You scolded yourself internally for your lack of composure. Of course, you knew who Spider-Man was, you’d been such a fan of the Marvel films for years and you’d have to have been blind not to notice the cute, brown haired, quick witted, web-slinger who the world quickly fell in love with. They weren’t the only ones; did he look even better in person? How was that even fair? You shook your head slightly at your thoughts in an attempt to dispel them from your conscious.

“Sorry, I don’t know why I said that. I’m a fan of yours – your work is brilliant.”

You continued on with your bumbling word vomit – a light pink blush evident across your cheekbones and nose.

Tom’s face lights up more as you stumble over your sentences, his eyes glistening in the darkening sky.

“Oh really? Big fan, hm?” He wiggles his eyebrows teasingly, before calling upon one of the many smartly dressed men and women swooping seamlessly through the crowds with their glossy black trays.

You take a moment to drink him in. His crisp navy suit sat comfortably unbuttoned, the satin shirt hugging the figure beneath. He looked older than you’d seen him portray onscreen; his jaw strong and chiselled. His shoulders and body filled out his suit comfortably, hair beautifully fluffed; although it did seem slightly rumpled, as though he had been running his hands through it.

“Oh yeah,” You paused for a beat before continuing, “Then again, I think you’re about the 30th actor I’ve said that to tonight.”

He nods, laughing, his eyes lighting up at your relaxed, playful energy.

“Oh. Okay, nice. No, I see how it is. New girl keeping us all on our toes with the flattery.”

He holds one of the crystal champagne flutes out to you before picking up his own. Shimmering, golden liquid danced as you accepted the glass, fingertips brushing over open palms.

The cool bubbles gently slid down your throat. You could feel eyes on you as you focussed on the glass in your hand.

“Have you met everyone yet?” Tom gestured towards to the lit-up marquee, “A lot of us were talking about how great you were in your film, they’ll want to meet you.”

“Now who’s full of the flattery,” You tease, nudging his arm slightly as he shakes his head at you, “But honestly, I haven’t, I’m kind of finding it all a little bit intimidating. I’ve also lost my team which is not helpful.”

You took another sweep of the area. Now low-key wishing that you wouldn’t find them for a little while, not if it meant that you could continue to talk with Tom with no interruptions.

“Well hey, I can introduce you? I was so terrified when I did my first Marvel premiere, but everyone is so great. Trust me. It’s like a strange, crazy dysfunctional family. I think you fit in perfectly.”

“Are you calling me strange, crazy and dysfunctional? You have an interesting way of making friends, Holland.” You both laugh, “Only if you’re sure though? I don’t want you to be stuck introducing me all night.”

“Don’t be silly. We’ll make it fun. C’mon.”

Tom led you through the entrance of the marquee, turning on the charm as people fist bumped or pulled him in for a quick hug or handshake. Every time they did he peered through his eyelashes at you, inviting you to introduce yourself.

As you made jokes and conversed with your new peers, Tom couldn’t stop himself from watching you. Your name had been all the buzz recently and he’d been eager to meet you. Not only because you were undoubtedly going to be working with each other on future projects, but because you were also getting thrown into the Marvel spotlight like he had been. Little did he realise just how enamoured he had become with you in such a short space of time. There was something about you, he thought, as your cheeks glowed, a wide grin resting upon your face, eyes dancing wildly as you spoke with your new peers - something that he felt drawn to. You noticed him staring and gave him a little wink, shaking him out of it as he joined back into the conversation.

****

The two shot glasses sloppily thump against the bar top.

“Ha!”

“What! No, I was totally first!” Tom protested loudly, throwing his hands into the air.

“I definitely beat you!”

You smiled politely at the bartender as he collected the row of glasses lined up in front of you before turning wildly to face Tom.

“You just can’t face the fact that I won.”

He gestures to his brother who had pulled up a stool to join you both, “Harry c’mon, I won right?!”

“You can’t ask him that, it’s cheating. He’s your brother, of course he’s going to pick your side.”

“Tom, I hate to say this mate but I think she has you beat…” Harry said regretfully, camera slung around his neck as he nursed his own drink, mouth falling into an upturned grin as he supervised the pair of you.

You looked past Tom, straight at Harry, grinning proudly, “I take it back, Harry’s opinion is very important.”

Tom gives Harry a gentle shove as they mess around. You feel an arm slink around your shoulders, giving a playfully gentle squeeze. Your heart thumps along to the beat of the bass, music pulsing through your very bones as the three of you continued to laugh and joke around. Tom’s hair had gotten far more rumpled as the night had gone on, a long way off the perfectly styled look that he’d started off with.

You decided you preferred it messy.

Tom was sitting close by you on his stool, your knees both knocking together. His foot was tapping the footrest to the beat of the music. He’d discarded his suit jacket, and it now hung from the back of the chair, leaving him in his fitted shirt. You couldn’t help but notice his defined muscles as he ran a hand through his hair before resting it on the back of your seat.

“You look really pretty tonight. I saw you walking the carpet earlier, you completely owned it up there.”

“Tom Holland, are you flirting with me?”

You spun in your seat a little bit, making direct eye contact as your hand rested gently on his knee.

As soon as the pair of you had challenged each other to a drinking competition (involving a lot of shots) the night flew by, and you found yourself becoming more and more comfortable with Tom. He was quickly going from that cute actor who you had a little crush on, to someone you were actually spending time with? The intimidation you were feeling from earlier had dissipated, leaving you feeling slightly fuzzy and very happy.

He shrugs, that cheeky grin appearing again. A twinkle shining within those gorgeous brown eyes.

“I don’t know. Am I?”

He slides off of his seat, holding a hand out to you, palm up.

“C’mon.”

“Where are we going?” You questioned, as Harry returned with the drinks.

“Dance floor.”

You can feel your face light up as you hopped down from the high stool, gripping onto Tom’s hand as he helped navigate you back down to solid ground. He whispered to his brother who comfortably started up a conversation with the people around him, before giving him a pat on the shoulder as you dragged him over to the dance floor.

The floor was already packed with bodies. A live DJ station was against one wall facing out into the crowd; flashing, swirling lights brightened up the outdoor space. You pointed out a space in amongst the crowd and Tom led you both towards it, far better at making a path through the wayward limbs than you would have been.

The space was small, and the pair of you were in extremely close proximity. This was the most at ease you’d felt all night, allowing yourself to just feel the music and dance with one of the sweetest, most charming and insanely attractive men you’d possibly ever met. The space quickly filled up, growing tighter until you and Tom were practically chest to chest. He was a quick mover; his hips, legs and arms moving in all the right directions.

Your bodies were pressed together tightly, rapid heartbeats beating as one.

He leans in, pressing up against your side, brushing some stray hairs out of your face, “I also meant what I said earlier. You’re really beautiful tonight.”

“Just tonight?” You whisper into his ear, leaving him to flounder slightly on the dance floor. A little colour flushed to his cheeks as he lifted an arm, spinning you under it.

Before he has a chance to answer, you continue.

“You don’t scrub up too badly yourself, Holland.”

As the two of you lock eyes; the heat from the dance floor, the pounding of the music and the dancing, twinkling lights all fade to the background. His eyes dart to your lips, and you can't help but follow his lead, when you can suddenly hear your name being called out in the crowd.

"Oh my god, I got her. We've been looking for you for ages!" You were suddenly no longer face to face with the cute boy but instead looking into the slightly stressed face of your manager, "It's nearly 4am, the car is here and we gotta go!" She took a moment to look between you and Tom, who suddenly now looked a little bit embarrassed and sheepish - nervously rubbing at the back of his neck.

"Oh. Sorry, I've interrupted something here, haven't I?" She awkwardly made her way back through the crowd after whispering a sorry in your direction.

You smile at Tom, and make your way out from the dance floor. He was close behind you, nodding to a group of people back up at the bar.

He pulls you in for a goodbye hug, embracing you similarly to how you'd hugged earlier in the evening. Except this time was full of promise and a strange tension that hadn't been present before. You could feel the goosebumps prickle your skin where he touched it - his hands gentle as he held them tight around your waist, breathing you in before pulling away.

"Thank you for tonight, Tom. I owe you, seriously."

As you hurriedly caught up to your team, dress fluttering behind you as you immediately begin laughing and chatting animatedly to them, you could feel eyes on you. You looked back as you continued to vacate the marquee and head for the cars out front. Tom was stood, staring after you, a bright smile on his lips.

Something told you this wasn't the last you'd hear from him, and your stomach flip-flopped immediately at the very thought of seeing him again after tonight. For now however, the image of the brown haired, glossy eyed young man smiling after you in awe would have to be enough.

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Jealousy (Kaeya x Reader)

Summary: You decided to stop by the Angel’s Share before going home when you witnessed Kaeya drinking alone and looking depressed. You manage to convince him to stop drinking and let you take him home. As you take him to bed you see a new side of him you had never seen before. Maybe Kaeya being drunk wasn’t so bad after all.

Contains: fluff, jealous Kaeya, a little bit suggestive

Warnings: none

Wordcount: 4,1 K

Enjoy!

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I was on my way back home when I was about to walk past the Angel’s Share. Since it wasn’t that late yet I decided to quickly say hi to Diluc before going home to get a decent amount of sleep before going on the next mission again tomorrow. As I walked through the door, I could already hear that the tavern was really lively already this early in the evening. Diluc spotted me from behind the counter and slightly smiled as he waved me over. I sat down and leaned on the counter.

“Looks like here’s a lot going on today”, I said and started to look around the tavern.

There were a lot of familiar faces from the adventurer’s guild and some lonely members of the Knight of Favonious. As my eyes spotted a certain someone I turned back to Diluc with a confused look on my face. Kaeya was sitting at the back of the tavern on a table all alone wearing not his uniform but just a white shirt, a corset belt and his usual navy pants. With this outfit of his usually all girl and guys would be all over him, chatting and flirting like there was no tomorrow but now he just looked sad and lonely from this point of view.

“Why is Kaeya drinking by himself?”, I asked him pointing over to the somehow sad looking boy with his glass of wine in his hand.

“I have no idea. Ever since he walked in here he looked like that. He didn’t want to tell me what was going on. He just kept ordering drink after drink”, he explained to me while a little bit of concern was coating his voice.

You usually wouldn’t notice if Diluc was feeling worried about someone but when it came to his brother, he couldn’t hide his feelings all the time. As soon as he was concerned about Kaeya there was something seriously wrong.

“Did something happen at work today?”, Diluc added and handed me a glass of water.

“Not that I can think of anything. We did our usual commissions, cleared out a hirlichurl camp outside the city and then returned to the headquarters. I can’t think of anything that would make him so upset to get himself this drunk by himself.”

“Maybe you should go over and talk to him. You’re his friend after all”, he suggested.

“Yeah. Maybe”

As I was about to stand up, I already noticed that Kaeya stood up from his table and started walking over to the bar. He sat down on the stool right next to me and gave Diluc his empty glass. As he leaned over the bar to grab one of the full bottles Diluc smacked his hand away.

“I think you’ve had enough”, he said before he placed a glass of water in front of him.

Kaeya groaned in frustration and looked to his right where he seemed to only have noticed my presence now.

“Why are you looking at me like that? What do you want?”, he asked, his voice sounding a little bit broken and tired.

“I want to know what’s wrong. You look awful right now”

“Thanks, that’s exactly what I wanted to hear from you”, he mumbled and took a sip of the water.

Diluc looked at me signaling that I shouldn’t give up this easily.

“I’m serious. Did something happen that upset you?”, I continued.

I just wanted to know if I did something wrong and he was upset because of me or if there was something else going on.

“It’s none of your business”, Kaeya said and looked at me with such a lonely expression it almost made my heart break.

“I thought we were friends. You can tell me everything and if I did something wrong then you have to tell me so I can fix it. I don’t want to see you look this sad and lonely”, I explained and watched as his expression softened a bit and he sighed.

“Do I look that bad?”, he asked and I just nodded.

“You should leave”, Kaeya added and looked at his glass of water to avoid looking at me.

“I’m only leaving if you promise me to stop drinking and go home”

“I promise”, he whispered almost barely loud enough for me to understand.

“What did you say? I couldn’t hear you”

He sighed and looked at me.

“I promise. I’ll go home. I don’t feel like drinking anymore anyways”, he said, this time loud enough for Diluc and I to hear.

He was about to stand up when he lost his balance and had to hold onto the bar to not fall over. He looked at me and without saying anything I already knew what I had to do.

“I’ll take you home. Don’t worry”

We both finished our water before I walked over to Kaeyas side and helped him stand. I put his arm around my shoulder and put mine around his waist to keep him steady right next to me. As we stumbled towards the entrance Diluc had to shake his head. I waved him goodbye before we left.

“Do you think you can walk on your own or do you want me to carry you?”, I asked him as we arrived outside breathing in the fresh night air.

“I can walk…I think”, he mumbled and we continued to walk towards Kaeyas apartment.

As I noticed that he was struggling to walk on his own I let go of his waist for a second to get in front of him and lift him onto my back. He complained about him being too heavy as he cautiously put his arms around my neck to keep himself on my back.

“Don’t worry about my back. I’m fine. You’re not that heavy and I don’t want you to collapse on the way.”, I explained and playfully squeezed one of his legs.

“You’re too kind”, he whispered and placed his head on my shoulder.

I had to smile. The next 10 minutes felt like they passed by in slow motion. The night breeze was refreshing and even though Kaeya started to get a little bit heavy on my back it still kind of felt nice to have him this close to me. Usually we weren’t this close. Working as a Knight of Favonious under his command wasn’t always easy since he would sometimes start to flirt with people mid battle even if our life depended on it. He became a good friend of mine and even if it did feel weird sometimes to have this casual relationship with the person that was technically my boss, I wouldn’t want to miss working alongside him. It seemed like he had fallen asleep on my back since it took some time for him to react after I had asked for his keys. He rummaged through his pockets until he finally found them. I took them and opened the door. After closing it behind us I looked around to see where his bedroom was. Even though I was working everyday with him I had never been to his apartment before. As I found his bedroom I walked in and let him down gently onto the bed. I turned towards him just to see how he was trying to take off his shoes almost falling over.

“Let me help you take them off”, I said while already getting on my knees and helping him with his high boots.

“You don’t have to help me. I can do it by myself”

“You can barely keep yourself on the bed right now. Just let me help you this once.”

He stayed silent after that and just watched me as I took off his shoes. He was about to lay down when I stopped him.

“Don’t you want to at least take off your belt? I bet it’s uncomfortable to sleep this restrained”, I asked and watched his cheeks turn a light pink as I stepped closer to him.

“No…I mean…maybe…I don’t know”, he mumbled sleepy.

“I’ll help you. Just stay still”

I leaned down and reached out to grab the strings that were keeping the corset belt together. I untied the knot and carefully loosened it before pulling the string out and removing it completely. I could almost see how much better Kaeya could breath right now. Just now I noticed that the shirt he was wearing was only buttoned at the bottom revealing half his chest. I had to look away since I noticed my cheeks heat up a little bit. I had to admit that Kaeya was a really attractive man and that I might have developed a little crush on him but I shouldn’t be thinking like this right now while he was this drunk. I put the corset onto one of his drawers and walked back to the bed.

“Can you help me with these too?”, Kaeya asked his cheeks a constant light pink as he fumbled with his pants trying to get them off in his drunken state.

“S-sure”, I slightly stuttered as I reached for his pants and helped him undo them.

“Can you lift your butt for me?”, I asked and he nodded.

He lifted himself up from the bed while I pulled his pants down. Kaeya sat back down and seemed to sober up a little bit while I carefully folded his pants and placed them right where his corset was now. As I turned back around he was still sitting on his bed, his shirt now pulled down so half of his thighs were covered and his fingers fiddling with the ends of it. It was different seeing him like this, looking all vulnerable and shy suddenly. If he would have been sober, he would have never let me do this to him or he would have made one inappropriate comment after the other. But he seemed to be too drunk to even think about making a flirty comment or maybe even form a proper thought. I walked back to the bed and softly pushed him onto it so he would lay down, but instead of letting me go after his back had gently hit the mattress, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me onto the bed with him, making me land right on top of him. I had to regain my composure as I tried to get off of him without touching anything that he didn’t want me to, but he stopped me just by reaching out and placing his hand on my cheek. I was startled about this sudden intimacy that I froze and just looked down at him. My eyes instantly scanned his appearance and I never regretted doing that more in my entire life than right now. His hair was a little disheveled but still looked beautiful as it was laying on his chest like a beautiful blue scarf. His shirt had opened even more now revealing not only his chest but also his entire left shoulder and the soft look on his face as he began to stroke my cheek so softly that it almost felt like a feathers touch made my heartbeat speed up and my thoughts run wild, making me almost incapable of thinking a single straight thought.

“Kaeya”, I whispered, my arms threatening to give up on me as I looked down at his beautiful face right under me.

“Did I ever tell you how pretty you are?”, he asked almost sounding like he suddenly sobered up completely while he had that daydreaming look in his eye.

“I don’t know. Maybe in one of your flirtatious attempts”

“Then I’ll have to tell you right now. You are absolutely gorgeous”, he said, his hand still stroking my cheek as his other hand moved to grab one of mine and place it on his heart.

I almost gasped audibly as I felt his heart hammer against his chest maybe even faster than mine right now. I didn’t know what to answer after he complimented me like that. My natural reaction was just to turn beet red and wanting to hide for eternity. As he noticed my hesitation to answer he moved his hand to the back of my neck and pulled me down and closer to him. I could almost feel his breath on my skin and it was already driving me crazy.

“If I asked you to kiss me…would you?”, he whispered, his eye focused on my lips.

Did I just hear him right? He couldn’t have asked me that. It was probably just the alcohol speaking but somehow he looked as if he desperately needed to hear the answer to this question.

“I mean…I guess. Yeah”, I whispered back, mainly because I was fearing my voice to give up on me mid sentence.

A small and hopeful smile appeared on his face as he pulled me even closer.

“Kiss me”

His words were still ringing in my ears as I was fighting against my inner demon figuring out if this was a good idea. Since he was this drunk maybe he wouldn’t remember what happened here anyways. But I would and I wasn’t sure if I could continue working with him side by side if my heart kept racing when I was close to him thinking of the kiss. Even though my brain was telling me that this was not a good idea, my heart was screaming and almost begging me to fulfil his wish and maybe just give into that desperate need to feel his lips on mine. I leaned in but instead of going for his lips I placed a soft kiss on his cheek instead. As I moved back and looked at his face there was disappointment and maybe a little sadness written all over it. I felt a little bad but at the same time I was proud that I didn’t completely gave in to temptation.

“You don’t like me like that, do you? You already have someone, right?”, Kaeya asked more to himself as towards me since he couldn’t keep eye contact.

“What are you talking about?”, I asked confused about his sudden assumptions.

“I saw you with Bennett today. I already had a feeling that you were close…but when he hugged you that tight, I just knew that I had no chance anymore”, he continued to talk and removed his hand from my cheek.

Wait! Was this the reason he was drinking all alone at the tavern? To forget that Benny hugged me after our mission?

“So you thought that Benny and I are a couple?”, I asked and watched as he slowly nodded.

I couldn’t help my heart from skipping a beat before a smile creeped onto my face. I couldn’t believe that the Kaeya Alberich, cavalry captain of the Knights of Favonious had gotten jealous over Benny hugging me after our mission was completed. Since Benny and I were friends at the adventurer’s guild before I joined the Knights of Favonious it was just natural for me to hug him when we were parting ways again. Now that I thought of it, I never hugged anyone else than Benny because he was my only and closest friend beside Kaeya.

“Is that why you were drinking?”

Kaeyas cheeks turned a darker shade of pink and I couldn’t help but reach out to stroke his cheek this time.

“There was no need for you getting jealous over Benny. He is my closest friend and since we both have so much to do, I never know when I’ll see him again. That’s why I hug him every time we part. There is nothing between us. We’re just friends”, I assured him and watched how his expression turned a little bit softer.

“But why didn’t you kiss me then?”, he asked, worry still coating his voice.

“Because I don’t want you to forget. Who knows if you’ll remember any of this in the morning.”, I explained.

Kaeya still looked as if he was doubting what I said so I leaned down, removed his hair from his forehead and placed another soft kiss there. His eye instantly found mine again as I moved to my original position.

“I promise there is only one person that can make my heart race”, I said smiling down at him.

“Pinkie promise?”, he asked and held out his pinkie.

“Pinkie promise!”

I hooked my finger with his and had to laugh as he started to smile. He moved his arms around my waist and pulled me down onto him, making my whole weight rest on his body. He buried his head in my neck and I could feel his smile on my skin.

“You’re mine now”, he whispered and sighed as if a heavy burden was just lifted from his chest.

Hearing these words come out of his mouth made me happy and sad at the same time. I was really hoping that this wasn’t just the alcohol speaking and this cute and somehow shy Kaeya wouldn’t disappear in the morning. I remembered that we had an important mission in the afternoon so we both should definitely rest now. I pushed myself up from Kaeya and the bed and looked down at him from where I was standing.

“We should sleep. Tomorrow is a big day and we can’t afford to lose any strength.”

Kaeya nodded and instantly yawned after he had laid down properly on the bed as if the sleep suddenly hit him after his head touched the pillow. I made sure to tug him in so he wouldn’t freeze at night and was about to go to sleep in the living room when he stopped me.

“Y/n? Can you stay with me?”, he asked.

“I’ll stay her until you fall asleep. Deal?”, I responded while kneeling next to the bed and reaching out to softly stroke his head.

“Deal”, he whispered sleepy, already closing his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of my fingers running through his hair.

It didn’t take long until he had fallen asleep. I stroked his head one last time before I leaned over the bed and softly pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“Goodnight, my captain”, I whispered, silently giggling at the nickname I gave him.

I stood up and quietly left the bedroom, not fully closing the door behind me since I feared the clicking of it would wake him. I sneaked through the apartment to the living room and quickly found what I was searching for. After placing the just found blanket on the living room couch, I grabbed a few pillows from the couches and laid down to sleep. It wasn’t the most comfortable, but I could sleep here for a few good hours.

I woke up the next morning as the sunlight started to shine directly into my eyes. I was a little disoriented as I looked around to room remembering what happened yesterday. I stretched after I got up and walked to the kitchen. Since I was sure that Kaeya would have a murder headache as soon as he woke up, I prepared a glass of water and some painkillers I found in one of the kitchen cabinets before I sneaked into his room. He was still sleeping as I arrived so I quietly placed the glass and the pills on the nightstand beside his bed before I sat down on the floor next to the bed. I started to watch him sleep and I had to admit that my heart was really beating faster for this man. I never wanted to admit it before but maybe my crush on him was more than that and had been like this for some time already. Last night really had opened my eyes about how I felt and of course about Kaeya as well. I noticed that he started to move and changed into a kneeling position so I could look at him better. As he opened his eyes still sleepy a small smile appeared as he noticed me.

“Good morning”, he mumbled and moved his arm from under his head towards me.

“Morning, Kaeya. Did you sleep ok?”, I asked and softly grabbed his hand.

“I slept ok. Would have slept better with you though”, he joked with a smile.

“I see you’re back to your old form. I guess the cute and shy Kaeya disappeared from existence again”

I giggled as he rolled his eyes. He must be remembering everything that happened yesterday since his cheeks turned a light pink.

“It is a privilege to see me vulnerable like that, so feel honored. That won’t happen that often”, he explained.

I moved from the floor to the edge of the mattress and sat down as Kaeya sat up on the bed. He instantly held his head and I grabbed the glass and the pills and gave them to him.

“Take these and you’ll feel better”

“Thanks. I really did get drunk for no reason after all. This is my punishment, I guess”, he said laughing before he downed the pills quickly and emptied the glass of water.

“You really did. But there is something for you to look forward to”, I said scooting closer to him.

He tilted his head and looked at me confused. “Promise” I only mouthed silently and watched as his cheeks turned a darker shade of pink. Seeing Kaeya flustered like this was really something I could get used to. He looked away for a second before his gaze landed back on me.

“Can I maybe add a request to the promise?”, he asked and I nodded.

“Sure”

“Can I hug you?”, he asked with the most sincere look I had ever seen on him.

I had to smile at his request. It was such a simple task but it still made my heart beat faster. Before I answered him I had already climbed onto the bed and wrapped my arms around him, burying my face in his chest. I could hear his heartbeat and closed my eyes just taking in his warmth and scent. As I looked up at him, Kaeya had the most beautiful smile on his face I had ever seen. He looked down at me and pulled me up a little bit so both our faces were on the same height.

“Will you please kiss me?”, he asked, his hand moving to my cheek to softly hold it.

“With pleasure”

I connected our lips and almost instantly melted in his arms. The kiss was soft and a bit shy but just as beautiful as I imagined. As we separated both of us had a huge smile on our faces.

“I can’t believe I had to get drunk because of jealousy to be able to make you mine”, he mumbled which made me laugh.

“You could have avoided all that by just asking me instead of assuming things. It would have been way easier. But I have to admit that I wouldn’t want to have missed seeing you get shy as I undressed you. It was a very pleasant sight”, I said and earned a playful hit against my shoulder.

“Don’t remind me. I’m still embarrassed that I couldn’t undress myself”, he complained with a slightly awkward smile on his face.

“I thought it was very amusing. I could get used to that side of yours”, I admitted.

Kaeya lifted one of his brows and looked at me a little bit confused. He then lifted me onto his lap and let his hands rest on the side of my waist as he looked at me.

“You’re mocking me, aren’t you?”, he asked and I shook my head.

“I’m not. You looked really cute with your cheeks all red and shy about me undressing you”, I said while I moved my hands to cup his cheeks.

Kaeya blushed a little bit as I stroked his cheeks. He tightened his grip on my waist a little bit and sighed.

“So you’re telling me I can let me guard down when I’m around you?”

“Of course, only if you are comfortable with it.”, I added and leaned forward to kiss his nose.

He closed his eyes for a second before he pulled me into a tighter embrace than before. He buried his face in my chest while I placed my head on his.

“You have to take care of me from now on”, he mumbled.

“I will. I promise.”, I whispered leaving a soft kiss on his hair.

[cable-knit-sweater]

back to the future: which decade in the last century would you most have liked to live in?

pretty in pink: what’s your signature ‘look’?

dirty dancing: where were you when you first heard your favourite song?

better off dead: why did you last laugh so hard it reduced you to tears?

st. elmo’s fire: what’s one piece advice you would give to someone two years younger than yourself?

e.t.: what’s one ‘weird’ feature that you love about yourself?

(i demand an essay and i will not settle for anything less <3333)

Oh my god so many 😂😂 I will try my best on the essay.

Back to the future: I think this is a hard one because I don’t know if there’s any point in time I’d really would want to have lived in. I love music from the 60s and it would be something to live at a time of so much social change, but it don’t want to romanticize any of it - it would also be a time where my parents probably wouldn’t have been able to get married and I wouldn’t have any of the opportunities I have now. Maybe the 80s or relive some parts of the 90s? But just for a couple of days, see some live music & some of the crazy fashion, but I don’t romanticize those days either 😂

Pretty in pink: I’m mostly pretty boring so I wouldn’t say I have a signature look. If it comes down to what I’m wearing most days, it’s either a dress & boots or dark jeans and an oversized shirt/jumper. A lot of grey/black/navy, but I definitely have a bunch of yellow and lighter blue in there too.

Dirty dancing: god I don’t think I can even pick a favorite song? So I’ll just pick something random - when I was a teenager my parents were not a fan of us just listening to any type of popular music (oh no, innuendos and dirty language!) so a lot of my favorite music I found while listening to the radio in our house’s attic, and then recording that music over used cassette tapes 😂

Better off dead: I don’t even know? I know it was this weekend, sitting on the floor of my living room with one of my best friends, I have no idea what we were talking about but we both thought we were hilarious and definitely couldn’t stop laughing and there were definitely tears involved. I’m pretty sure it was something stupid/not funny at all 😂

St Elmo’s fire: this is something I’ve been thinking about a lot recently. I think getting closer to 30, a lot of people around me are freaking out about getting older. 27 year old me definitely thought that becoming 30 would be life ending or that I needed to have achieved certain things in my life by then. I know, dramatic. But if there’s one thing I’ve learned in those two years, and something I would tell someone two years younger than me, it would be that it’s nothing to worry about. I like me more than I ever did at any other point in my 20s. I’m more of a person, you learn so much about yourself in your mid-twenties and it’s all worth it, even if you still have no idea of where you’re going, that’s completely fine. Just being more comfortable with who you are, having deeper connections with friends because you’re less self involved (or at least I was in my early 20s), it’s something you’ll only realize is the best thing about getting older once you’re there. So don’t put so much pressure on yourself, things will happen when they happen, and just because you feel like you’re standing still, doesn’t mean you actually are.

e.t: are we talking physical features or personality wise? I’m gonna go personality wise lol. I think it’s either my ability to remember really random facts, or even more so, the fact that when I hear certain words my mind immediately goes to a song or a quote from a movie or tv show and I cannot stop myself from then having to listen to that song or finding that quote somewhere. Like, I’ll never be able to listen to the word “LinkedIn” without thinking about the show 30 Rock and the quote “he’s on LinkedIn, Lemon, he might as well be dead!” It makes for some pretty random laughs coming from me (at sometimes inopportune moments), but I kinda love that my brain works this way.

Thank you for your ask bubba, I loved doing this 💗💗💗