#so it looks weird if i put on eyeliner but no mascara

[fox-mulder-gets-pegged]

What they don't warn u about having long stupid Bambi eyelashes is that when u put on mascara, ur bottom and top lashes end up sticking together whenever u blink even after the stupid mascara dries.

[fantasylandloser]

marriage pact pt.2

summary: the besties are getting used to their new relationship

Warnings: smut, mdni, oral (fem recieving), mentions of dry humping, mentions of implied bi!reader, Stevie's happy trail makes another appearance, public sex?? (not actually penetration), lmk if i missed anything

pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

A/N: thank you to all the people who showed part one so much love, especially everyone who had v unhinged things to say (i love you the most) also i gave us a cool ass, loving mom

part 1

*****

“I’m just saying, we should talk about it eventually.” Steve tells you, unable to conceal the smirk on his face. He stood in the doorway of your bathroom watching you evade questions he threw at you about your past hookups. Essentially he didn’t really care, he was the last person in Hawkins who should have the privilege of caring about who other people hookup with. But he was a little curious, considering your face went up in flames as soon as he brought it up. Also maybe slightly jealous.

You huff at Steve’s persistence, dropping your mascara back into the bag. “Are we going to talk about all the people you’ve hooked up with Steve?” Annoyance laced your tone at his line of questioning, but he knew your annoyance was just poorly concealed embarrassment. 

The two of you were supposed to be getting ready to meet up with Robin, Eddie, Nancy, and Jonathan when he randomly asked you about the past guys you’ve been with. He was already dressed and now he was waiting for you to be, curiously watching your every step. 

“We’ve talked about me for years. Everyone in Hawkins has talked about me.” He laughs, a little self deprecating. “We’ve never talked about you, and we don’t have to.” He’s moving in on you arms, caging you into the counter, shaggy hair sweeping from his forehead. “I’m just curious, not judging you.” Your eyes meet his sincere ones in the mirror, the kicked puppy look he’s been giving you since you were kids working like a charm.

“Billy Hargrove fingered me in our Anatomy class, junior year.” You start, your face red as you shift your eyes, from Steve’s shocked ones. “That was before he..”You trail off not knowing exactly how to word your next thoughts.

“Beat me to a pulp?” Steve offers, with a sardonic grin.

You nod with a sheepish smile. “Sorry.” You really mean it, too. You felt so bad after you saw Steve like that, bruised up by a guy that had been touching you.

“Not judging, remember.” He presses a kiss to the top of your head, and despite the ugly feeling of jealousy sitting in the pit of his stomach he really wanted you to continue.

“I always knew he had a thing for you.” He says, thinking of all the times he’d catch Billy staring at you. He’s pretty sure that’s half the reason he beat his ass. Steve would always have an arm around your shoulder or one of your legs in his lap. 

You go back to distracting yourself as you put your eyeliner on. “And don’t be weird about this later,” You say, which gives him warning to brace himself. “Eddie took my virginity in the back of his van senior year.” You say it so casually that Steve’s sure he didn’t hear you correctly. 

“Eddie?” Steve says, his face wearing his shock. “You mean like Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson?” You slap his arm at that.

“Don’t call him that.” You defend, which Steve rolls his eyes at, knowing Eddie loved the nickname.

“Our friend, Eddie? Who, we happen to be seeing tonight?” Obviously too flabbergasted to remember his no judgment rule, you quickly remind him. 

“I thought this was a judgment free zone.” You murmur, too mortified to even look at him. This brings Steve back to himself.

“Okay, I’m sorry. I’m just surprised. Didn’t see that coming.” Steve’s hands are on his hips and you know he’s about two seconds from pacing a hole through a floor to wrap his head around it. You can’t help but think he’s adorable for stressing himself out about a question he asked you to answer.

“Yeah we hooked up for a while I guess, but then-” You’re cut off by your own thoughts, sheepish at the thought of your next words until you look at Steve’s puzzled expression. “Then Tommy threw that huge party and you got drunk off your ass and told me we were gonna get married and I just-” You shrug, pretending to be oh so busy with your eyelash curler. “Broke it off with him the next day. Didn’t wanna lead him on, when my head was… elsewhere.” Thinking of you. You tell Steve all this without making a morsel or eye contact. It should really scare Steve how good you are at playing casual with your feelings. 

“Oh, honey.” The kiss he plants on your shoulder is sweet, as he secures his arms around you. “I really love you.” Steve whispers, and it’s not the first time he’s said it, but in this context it is. The words are so much heavier after the shift in dynamic between the two of you.

“I love you too.” Again you say it so unbothered, so naturally, that Steve would think you didn’t mean it if he couldn’t feel the way your pulse quickened. 

“So, after Eddie?” He prods. You take a second like you’re contemplating telling him. 

“If I tell you, you can’t tell Robin.” Steve looks confused but agrees regardless. “You can’t tell anyone.” You reiterate. 

“Okayy, based on what you’ve already told me I’m not sure how it could get worse.” Steve says. “But I’m not judging.’ He adds after his little sentence. 

“Last year, Tammy Thompson, once.” It’s all you say before Steve understands and his eyebrows shoot up to his hairline. 

“I don’t know you at all.” He states dramatically. 

“In my defense..” you began, “The only reason I didn’t tell you was because like right after I had been talking to Robin and told her that I went to the mall with her and then, she randomly mentioned that she used to have the hugest crush on her. And then she told me that the two of you hooked up before and it was weird. Because I never in a million years thought we would have any overlap.” By the time you’re done with your explanation, Steve is still looking at you in shock.

“You don’t tell me anything.” He lies, unaware of the pout that’s formed on his face.

“I tell you everything important.” You counter. You look like you’re thinking, biting your bottom lip nervously. “I didn’t think it would be a big deal for you.”

Steve is all over you before you can overthink any further, and he’d never tell you but you look like you’re about to launch into tears. “Baby it’s not a big deal… I’m just surprised I didn’t know this about you.” He finally understands some of your hesitancy about opening up about your sex life. You were scared to be judged, by him of all people. 

“That was the shortest list ever, if it was me we would have been standing here for hours.” He jokes, it's another self deprecating jab and it’s one you can’t ignore. 

“Stop doing that. Be nice to yourself.” You scold lightly. 

“It’s true.” You knew Steve was no longer a fan of his own promiscuity. You know that he had some regrets about it, but you couldn’t for the life of you understand why.

“It’s hot.” When the words leave your lips, you find yourself turning around in his arms, tilting your head up to get a better look at him. You meet his eyes, watching the bewildered expression on his face.

“It’s really hot for me, that my boyfriend is more experienced than me. Now.. you can teach me what you know.” You elaborate. Steve’s eyes are watching your lips intently.

“Call me that again.” He requests, his voice gruff. You hold his gaze even though your entire body is on fire from the sudden intensity.

“My boyfriend.” You say softly. The first time you acknowledge him as such. He’s leaning in to kiss you when you duck under his arm, not allowing him to smudge your newly done make up or make you any later than you know you are.

“We’re late.” You remind him, grabbing your shoes. 

“Fucking tease.”

*****

Your night out with Steve and your friends, paled in comparison to waking up to him. He’s holding you tightly against him. No shirt on his chest, per usual. A large hand splayed under your shirt and against your stomach. His heat is almost too much for you and you consider rolling away briefly but that’s the last thing you want. 

Without ever opening your eyes or moving, you flail your legs to kick the blanket off you, only pausing when you hear a throaty chuckle vibrating beneath you. You freeze realizing you’d been caught looking silly.

“You hot?” He asks, ever so attentive. Usually when the two of you slept in bed together, there was a respectful amount of space between you, now your limbs were intertwined and your heart beats synced. 

“Mhm.” You hum, still half sleep. You wouldn’t know it but Steve woke up about thirty minutes before you and he was also feeling like the bed had turned into a sauna overnight, but he’d rather burn to death than wake you up. 

Still groggy from sleep, you whine when Steve removes himself from you to turn on the fan and remove the covers the rest of the way off of you. Much to your relief. 

“I’m gonna go take a shower.” He tells you, letting you know he wasn’t coming back to bed. You were unsure of how he did that. Getting up as soon as he woke up. You were more of a wake up and rot in bed for two more hours kind  of girl.

You hadn’t realized, you’d drifted back off to sleep until Steve’s waking you up. “Wanna get up for me, so we can spend some time together?” He offers.

“We could go play basketball at the gym.” He tries again when you don’t budge. This has you perking up slightly. For a reason unknown to him, every time, even in high school, if he mentioned anything to do with basketball you would be there. At first he thought you wanted to play, especially since you proved yourself to be useful on the court, but when he mentioned it to you, you looked disturbed at the idea. 

You’re rolling out of bed without answering, but he knows that is your answer and you’re just adjusting to the morning again. So he goes on making sure to cook you a good breakfast. 

When you finally emerge from the bathroom, freshly showered you find Steve behind the stove looking very boyfriendish. You can’t help circling your arms around his waist as you inhale his scent.

“Morning’” There’s soft music playing from his phone but other than that the house is quiet. 

“Good Morning. Baby.” You grin into his shoulder, feeling oddly domestic..

After eating breakfast with Steve, you made your way to the gym. You’re stopped a million times because this is Hawkins and everyone knows Steve, the once golden boy basketball star, and you who graduated top of your class with a long list of extracurriculars. But most people still only referred to you when speaking about Steve and that was okay with you.

Playing with Steve is never actually about winning for you. The win is seeing Steve like this. Sweaty. In his zone. So fucking focused. You were competitive everywhere else, but on the basketball court, you were all about Steve. He played less now that you were older, so when he offered you couldn’t help but jump at the chance.

You’re barely paying attention to the game because Steve is everywhere. You’re losing really badly even though he’s taking it easy on you. You don’t care.

“Where’s your mind at, honey?” He asks, dribbling the ball he just stole from you and shooting it. You pretend to be frustrated, pretend like you actually care if you lose, like you’re actually giving your best. Steve knows better, but he doesn’t push it, figuring you were just tired still. 

When a group of guys Steve played basketball with came into the gym, begging ‘king’ steve to join a game with them, Steve almost declined until you made some comment about being tired and going to sit on the bleachers for a break.

You knew the real show was about to start, and that he’d love a chance to show the guys from high school how he’s still got it. Steve’s gearing all the way up when they start picking teams, and you know based on the line up it’s going to be an aggressive game.

You’re dazed while you watch him play for the next hour. He’s concentrating hard, yelling out an instruction to his other teammates, in charge, sweating so hard that he keeps lifting up his shirt to wipe sweat off his forehead and revealing that happy trail. Your composure is crumbling quickly. 

And you don’t realize the way you’re looking at him even though you know you’re thirsting hard. He sees though. About halfway through the game when he’s checking on you during a time out. You give him your water bottle to drink out of even though you hate sharing germs, run your fingers through his sweaty hair, and give him two kisses despite the fact that he knows he tastes like sweat, and that you have an audience. 

After that he realizes how hard you’re watching him and he knows he has to show out for the end of the game. Everytime he glances at you, you look so invested. Like you used to in high school when you suddenly became interested in basketball again after a long hiatus during your pre teen years. Except now there’s a new detail that Steve has noticed. You’re squeezing your thighs together so hard, he thinks you’re about to burst. He can’t help but wonder how long you’ve been that way and if that was the reason you’re so intrigued with basketball, with no interest in playing. 

Steve made sure to win. Made sure he earned every filthy thing he was going to do to you. When he walks up to you, you don’t realize that you’ve been caught. Not when he’s dragging you behind him, not even when he opens the door to the men’s locker room, ushering you inside. It’s when he locks the door with you against it that your brain finally kickstarts into realizing what’s happening. 

“Steve we’re gonna get caught-” You start but your voice is lodged in your throat when his fingers dip into your shorts. You know what he finds when he does, and if you didn’t the smirk on his face would have told you. 

“All this from watching me play, honey.” The condescending lilt to his voice, has your brain turning to mush in the best way. That mixed with the way he’s running his knuckles over your  folds. 

“Steve”  You try again, more firm when you hear voices passing from outside the door, but your voice just turns into a whimper, as you try to cope with the way he’s touching you. 

“Shut up for me, so I can focus.” He shushes, yanking your shorts down. You gasp when he does so, but step out of them nonetheless when he gestures for you to do so. This is his first time touching you like this since you dry humped him for all he was worth in the family video parking lot and you’re curious about where he’s going with this. 

He grabs your panties, balling them up in his hand before coming back up to you. “Open your mouth.” You do without a second thought, letting him stuff the underwear into your mouth.

“Fuck you’re a good girl.” He notes before dropping to his knees. “Prettiest pussy, I’ve ever seen.” And he’s not talking to you really but to your pussy. He throws one of your legs over his shoulder before going in, licking and slurping at you like a starved man.

You’re pretty sure it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. He’s so sloppy about it and you love every second.

When he leans down a bit to fuck your hole open with his tongue, his nose nudges your clit. Your moans and whimpers are concealed by the makeshift gag, but the way your hand flys to Steve’s hair to hold him in place lets him know exactly the effect he’s having on you.

He chuckles when he feels you clenching up on his tongue, already so close and he’s just barely touched you. He presses you deeper into the door when he feels your knees buckling, moaning into your cunt at the feeling of you tugging his hair. 

Steve wishes he didn’t need you to be quiet. He wishes he could hear every single one of your whimpers and moans. Hear you calling him ‘Stevie’ in that whiny little voice, but he also knows he doesn’t want anyone else to hear you. Not when you’re all his.

You tumble over the edge pretty quickly, tears cascading down your face, which is the first thing Steve sees when he stands back up, licking his lips. He’s rubbing your overstimulated clit, when he pulls the damp panties out your mouth, releasing all the built up sounds from you. 

“Aw, honey.” He coos, wiping away the tears with your panties. He’s fucking filthy. He kisses you after that, so tenderly that you almost forget how he’s toying with you.

“Stevie..” There it is. Steve thinks to himself. He kisses you again trying to hush your moans.

“You like watching me play, sweetheart? That turns you on?” He asks, still massaging your clit.

“So much.” You admit. Steve wants to laugh at how gone you are, but he’s affected just as much as you.

“Not very nice, that you didn’t tell me.” He says. 

“M’sorry, Stevie.” You’re getting too loud and Steve has to shush you as he hears voices in the hallway, suddenly remembering where you are.

“It’s okay baby, you gonna cum for me?” As soon as he suggests it, he knows it's coming and his lips are back on yours, silencing your moans.

******

“Dude, why are you staring at me?”  Steve asks you, his face red. You stared at him all the way home from the gym. You stared at him when you got home and it had been an hour later, both of you showered and supposed to watch a movie, and you were still staring. 

“I just think you’re kinda rude.” You say.

“I’m rude?” Steve asks, flabbergasted wondering what he could have possibly done in such a short period of time. His mouth hanging open.

‘“Yes because I have had, I want to say maybe like three- four orgasms with other people, in the span of multiple years and you’re telling me this whole time you knew how to do that twice in the span of not even like ten minutes.” Steve’s once red face was now taken over by a cocky grin. 

“Like dude. How did you do that? I’ve never done that before.” You can’t even bring yourself to care that you’re inflating his huge ego. You’re genuinely confused and you’re thinking it has to be witchcraft.

“It’s easy when you’re that turned on.” He tells you, but you shake your head.

“I’m always that turned on.” You dismiss, making him laugh at how genuine you sound when you say it. 

“Always?” He asked, to which you nod. 

“You walk around here shirtless every morning. Of course I am.” You say simply, and Steve can’t help but be surprised at your sudden frankness.  “And even then I can’t even make myself cum twice. Especially not that fast.”

“So, let me get this right.” Steve starts with a mischievous grin. “You’re saying when you play with yourself, after seeing me shirtless you can’t make yourself cum twice?” He’s teasing you for your slip up and you know it. You can’t help rolling your eyes.

“That’s what I said, Steven.” You say playfully, your eyes narrowed. 

His eyes narrow back at you before he’s tackling you to the couch, tickling you. Laughing at your shrieks, and the sight of you trying to wriggle away from him.

“I’m sorry!” You let out in between gasps for air and laughter. When Steve finally lets up you pinch him for being unfair. 

When you finally catch your breath, you realize Steve is staring at you with a look that can only be described as adoring. 

“Here you go, again.” You say with pretend exasperation, and shaking your head. You’re only teasing him, so that you yourself don’t turn into a pile of mush like always. Steve rolls his eyes at you, realizing just how much he’s missed your banter, these last couple days. You’d gone shy on him, when getting used to the changes in your relationship and he was glad to see that your sass was back in full swing.

“Come give me a kiss.” He insists, gesturing to his lap. 

“Why are you always trying to get me into your lap?’ You ask before settling down on top of him anyway. Nothing sexual about it, as you press a quick kiss to Steve’s lips before trying to move again. 

“I like you here.” He says before pulling you back down on top of him to get another one. “If that’s how you rush touching yourself, no wonder you can’t make yourself cum.” He jabs, even though that’s not what you said. 

You’re about to respond, when you hear someone clear their throat. “Mom!” you yelp in surprise, practically flying off of Steve’s lap.

“Well this is an interesting way to be welcomed home.” Your mom looks almost amused at the display in front of her. The other part is as shocked as you feel, knowing she was home way earlier than she was supposed to be.

“How long were you standing there?” You ask, mortified, You’re seconds away from having the worst meltdown of your life. 

“Long enough to know that you should invest in a vibrator. “ She goads, sending Steve a look. He’s redder than a tomato, knowing that the woman who’s known him since before he was ten heard him say that. 

Your mom is way chiller than she should be, considering the circumstances, but she’s always been that way. Unbothered and entertained.  If that was your dad standing there, you both know this would be an entirely different story. 

‘Oh my goodness. Kill me now.” You mutter dramatically.

“No need for theatrics. I knew last week when you came home with that hickey on your neck. You didn’t even bother to try to cover it up either. Where’s the respect?” She jokes , as you hide your face behind your hands at your carelessness. 

You’re sure that life cannot get much worse than this.

“Good for you guys. But no and I mean it..” she started seriously “no funny business at all, on my couch.” When you groan she doubles downs. “I’m serious that couch was expensive.”

“Okay mom, we got it, thank you.” You say pulling Steve up from the couch and towards your room, too mortified to make eye contact with her.

Once you and Steve make it to your room both of your horrified faces meet… and you’re doubling over in deranged laughter. 

*****

tags: @smilesworldsposts @livsters @ali-r3n @em-guitar-pick @wolflover1005 @lexingtoon @eds1986

p.s. some of these didn't work and idk why

[naturesapphic]

What abt a fic related to Tara yummy saying that billie is her crush then invited her to a party with queen and yn getting mad/jealous

Party Crush

Billie eilish x fem!reader

Warnings: jealousy, hurt/cofmort, billie being a sweetheart to you

Word count: 1,333 :)

A/n: thank you to my sweet baby @xoluvx for the pictures I adore her sm <3

You were in the bed scrolling through tik tok when you came across a video with quen and Tara yummy. They were in a car talking about their crushes when you heard your girlfriend’s name come up. “Celebrity crushes. Billie eilish. Duh.” Quen said and Tara looked over at her with a smile. “One time actually five years ago I did like a YouTube video with my friend Kevin and he asked me if he could change places with one person for a day who would it be and I said Billie eilish.” Tara said while looking in the camera. “Well duh.” Quen commented back.

“But that was five years ago.” She said and quen looked over at her. “Would it still be true?” She smiled and Tara smiled back. “Yeah. Like I would do anything to wear her as a suit.” She said seriously and quen agreed. “She’s definitely one of my celebrity crushes.” Tara confess and quen nodded then the video went off. You grumbled In annoyance but it got worse when Billie came through the bedroom door with a big smile on her face. “Tara yummy has invited me over to her party tonight and she said I can bring you.” She said with a big grin on her face.

You saw how genuinely happy and excited she looked so you didn’t wanna mess it up so you agreed. “Great! I’ll let her know we said yes and we can go ahead and get ready.” She said as she pulled out her phone. You put yours away and got up from the bed to go to y’all’s closet. A few minutes later you came out with a skirt and a crop top on. Billies eyes widen at you and she whistled loudly. “Damnnnnn mama you looking fine as fuck!” She exclaimed loudly as she went over to you and turned you around slowly making you blush like crazy. “I’m gonna go ahead and get dressed now babe.” She said as she leaned down to give your forehead a soft kiss making you smile. “Alright. I’m going to the bathroom to put on some makeup.” You said and she nodded, disappearing to the closet.

You went into the bathroom and started your makeup and a few minutes later bilkie came out with a baggy button up shirt, her glasses, some baggy jeans, some bulky shoes, her hit me hard and soft belt, and her bandana. Your eyes widen at her appearance and you felt yourself drooling at her making billie smirk. “You good babygirl?” She chuckled as she came in the bathroom with you, standing beside you in the mirror as she started to put on mascara and eyeliner. You didn’t say anything but nod your head fast making her giggle. “Cat got your tongue?” She teased and you rolled your eyes playfully. “More like you got my tongue.” You said with a smile and Billie laughed. The two of you finished getting ready and headed out the front door outside to dragon.

Billie drove y’all to the party and parked near the house where there could have been at least over two hundred cars outside. Billie stepped out of the car and went to your side to help you out, making you smile. “Why thank you, you’re such a gentle lady.” You say playfully and Billie playfully smirked as she bent forward in a polite teasing way. “Of course m’lady. Right this way.” She said in a British accent, making you giggle. The two of you went up to the house and knocked on the door. Tara opened it and let out a gasp and immediately pulled Billie into a hug which made your insides feel weird. “Oh my gosh y’all made it! Come in come in!” Tara said excitedly as she pulled Billie in and you hurried up behind them.

Once inside, Billie was pulled through by Tara while you were behind them trying to catch up. Tara took her to the group of people that included Gracie abrams, Zoey, Nick, Alex, quen, etc. you were relieved that you recognized some people and you immediately went up to Zoey as Billie and Tara was talking to the others. “Is it bad that I’m jealous?” You said to Zoey shyly and she gave you reassuring smile. “I would be a little jealous too especially after the video she posted with quen and how she’s clinging onto Billie but I wouldn’t worry about it. Billie is literally head over heels obsessed over you. If you aren’t with her she talks about you all the time. She completely adores you y/n.” Zoey says and you look over at her, giving her a hug. “Thanks z…” you said and she hugs you back tight, rubbing your back in a comforting way.

“Don’t mention it. I promise there’s nothing for you to worry about.” She said and you nodded and decided to stick with Zoey for the rest of the party. An hour later you were dancing with Zoey on the dance floor trying to get your mind off of Billie when you saw Tara and her dancing. Tara had her hands on her and that’s when you snapped. You couldn’t stand to look at them anymore so you excused yourself from Zoey and went to the bathroom. You went in a stall and had your face in your hands trying not to cry . A few seconds later you heard the door open and a familiar voice. “Babygirl? Are you in here? I saw you come in here.” Billie said and you slowly opened up the stall door to see your girlfriend staring at you with a worried expression.

You closed the stall behind you and stood in front of her as she looks down at you. “Is everything okay?” She asked quietly as she could tell how upset you are right now. You didn’t say anything and just stared at the bathroom floor, playing with your fingers nervously. Billie took her fingers and gently lifted your chin up to look in her blue eyes. “You know you can tell me anything darling.” She said softly as she rubs your cheek softly. “Tara has a crush on you.” You spat out and Billie gave you a shocked expression. “She said it in a video with quen…they both like you…” you said quietly and Billie still had the same expression plastered on her face which made you nervous then she let out a loud cackle.

“Babygirl I don’t give a rats ass if they like me. They aren’t my sweet girl are they?” She said gripping your chin again making you look straight into her blue eyes making you feel weak in the knees. “You’re my girl and you always will be. No one will change that. Ever and you know you can always come to me if you are having those thoughts okay?” She said, leaning down to press a gently kiss to your forehead making you blush like crazy. “T-thank you bils…I’m sorry…” you apologized and Billie shook her head, smiling down at you. “No need for that babygirl. Why don’t we head home and we can cuddle while we watch the office yeah?” Billie asked and you beamed up at her, nodding your head fast. She giggled and led you out of the bathroom with your hands in hers as she tells everyone she’s leaving. She doesn’t even give Tara a hug bye which makes you smirk to yourself. You knew that being jealous was stupid and even when you feel it again, you know you can count on Billie to make those thoughts go away, becuase to her, you are her sweet girl always.

A/n: thank you anon for this request. I hope you and everyone else enjoyed it! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y’all :)

[rikiislvr]

thanks for the req love <3 @chaevibes

pairing: nishimura riki x afab!reader

“baby?” you say as you were laying on the bed, your boyfriend laying on your stomach, he looked up at you as you were scrolling on your phone,

“hm?” he hummed, “can we do this trend? it’s really cute!” you smiled at your phone, he raised an eyebrow, “basically. i’ll record myself doing makeup and you just do a voiceover of what i’m doing!” you giggled as if it was so easy,

but for niki? he knows nothing about makeup..

“okay.. sounds easy..?” he shrugged, you giggled and got off the bed, running to your vanity, you set up your phone and recorded a video of yourself doing your makeup.

niki watched from the bed as you did your makeup, already trying to think of what you’re using, but he gave up eventually falling back to the bed and waited for you,

you finished your makeup, and stoped the video, walking over to your boyfriend, “okay, hold down the mic and just voice over what you think i’m doing.” you say, niki nods and grabbed your phone,

the video began and he held down the microphone.

“um.. so.. you’re putting on some.. weird clear liquid, not sure what it is.” he rubbed his neck, you giggled,

it was primer.

“now you’re.. oh! i know this, it’s foundation. you’re blending that in.” he says with a proud smile, you clapped lightly, “look at you go!” you giggled,

his proud smile suddenly fades away once he saw the next product you were applying,

“wha-? is that flour? why are you putting flour on your face?” he tilts his head, “isn’t that for baking? you’re baking your makeup?”

you couldn’t help but laugh.

i mean.. it was baking powder..

he shakes his head and continues to voice over, “okay now.. this is blush, right? yeah. blush.” he nods, you just listened in, the next thing you did had him so lost,

he furrowed his eyebrows. “uh..” he shrugged, “voice it niki!” you hit his arm,

“okay okay! i think this is.. im not sure.. you’re just putting dark lines on your cheeks..” he groaned, “its contour!” you pointed to your face, he looked like he was completely lost,

“what does it even do?” he looks at your cheeks, “it’s like.. makes it look slim..” you roll your eyes.

niki shook his head again, “you don’t even need makeup, you’re beautiful without it.” he looks back at the phone.

“okay.. now you’re putting on this bright stuff.. a bright shimmery line down your nose..” he was so focused on the screen, you couldn’t even stop laughing,

“it’s highlighter.” you shake your head, niki chuckled,

“what is highlighter? like the marker?” he looks at you, you just stared at him,

damn. he really was clueless..

“goodness me. just finish..” you turn his head back to the phone by his chin, making him laugh,

“okay. oh! i know this. it’s um.. eyeliner?” he looks at you,

you covered your mouth not to laugh, he furrowed his eyebrows, “am i wrong?”

you nod slowly, “mascara niki..” you chuckled, he face palmed himself, “ah.. i was close! i keep getting those two confused i mean what’s the difference anyways!?” he groaned and looked back at the screen,

“okay this is easy.. it’s lipstick.” he nods and smiled, the video ended.

you clapped, “yay! you did it! well.. most of it” you giggled and kissed his cheek, niki just put the phone down in defeat, “i thought i knew a lot about makeup..” he shakes his head,

“you taught me about it so much, you’d send me to go buy you makeup and i still messed up.” he chuckled,

“well this is definitely telling me you don’t.” you raised your eyebrows. niki gasped and grabbed the pillow to hit you, but you quickly ran away before he could protest,

“ey! i was close enough!”

a/n: bye this is so short but I WAS KINDA LOST ON HOW TO WRITE THIS ONE but i hope you enjoyed anyways <3

tl: @certified-ni-ki-lover @noblub-4ulolz @yourmyst4r @vixialuvs @ni-ki-ismyluv @judeduartewannabe @soobs-things @en-chantedtomeetyou @definitelynotherr @heyniki @wntersm @geniejunn @pkjay @baevsxii @k1ttylvr @geniejunn @pkjay @chaevibes @jiyeons-closet

[mayearies]

BONITO .. miles g. morales ⟡

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

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

✦ genre hugs n kisses

✦ disclaimer thanks @moonpiies for letting me leech lmao

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“see, now you’re pushing it.”

@ mayearies , no swiping!

[supernerdsblog]

make up, make outs | jordan li x reader

summary: jordan lets you put makeup on them.

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"Jordan, stop moving or you'll mess it up." you say, just above a whisper. Your inches away from their face, trying to steadily apply eyeshadow. Your legs straddled them as they laid down.

With school coming to an end for the semester, you were both bored and Jordan had finally caved and let you put makeup on them.

"I'm trying, it just feels weird." They let out a soft chuckle, their hands mindlessly drawing circles into your hips. With you so close, they could smell the soft scent of your shampoo and a bit of the weed you both smoked earlier.

You swiped dark eyeliner onto their eyelids as Jordan's playlist played softly in the background. You had been at this for at least an hour.

"Okayy...and..done." You say, sitting back. You admired your work carefully.

Their eyes open to look at you. A soft smile on their face.

They looked good. They always do. The look was definitely different from their usual mascara and concealer, but it complimented nicely with their features.

You hop off of them and shuffle to their mirror, dodging all the makeup you had splayed out across the floor. You pulled them along as they continued to smile at how excited you seemed.

In front of the mirror, you stood beaming as they finally got to see what you had spent so much time on.

"What d'ya think?" You asked hopefully. You stood at their side, looking right back at them in the mirror.

They looked at themselves for a bit. They shifted to their male form, then back to their female form.

"It looks really nice.”

You smile fell a bit. That wasn't the reaction you were expecting. Only nice? Not great or amazing?

"But?" You waited.

"But.. it's just not my thing. It looks better on you, babe" they confessed. They pressed a kiss to your cheek as you watched in the mirror. The lip gloss you had applied earlier, now transferring onto your skin.

"Sorry." They said with a tight lipped smile.

You quickly moved a piece of hair from out of their face before tying your hands around their neck.

"Don't apologize, Jord. If it's not you thing, then it's not your thing." you shrugged.

You leaned in, connecting your lips to theirs.

Both of you smiled into the quick kiss.

“I mean, you look hot either way, so I guess it’s okay.” You said, playfully rolling your eyes.

With that, Jordan began to smile again. A soft hum coming from their lips as they closed the distance for a second time.

One hand traveled to the back of your neck, pulling you in closer - if that was even possible. You felt their other hand find its way back to your waist. Your own hands had traveled to Jordan’s hair.

The familiar taste of your favorite cherry lip gloss on them and their fuzzy cologne filled your senses.

You both pulled away panting. The makeup you had worked so hard on, now smeared.

“I do really like the eyeliner though.” Jordan admitted.

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i don’t know how I feel about this one :( but I finally posted again! any tips are appreciated and please please please send requests! Happy Easter if you celebrate!

xoxo, $uperNerd

[14m31]

hi! I was wondering if you could write a benoftheweek x fem reader fluff I Idc what it's about we js need more ben fics in here🙏🙏 (btw i love your work so much‼️)

PRETTY PRINCESS

requested

benoftheweek x fem!reader

summary: ben agreed to let you do his makeup. (inspired by his video “wearing makeup for 24 hours”)

a/n: you guys are insanely sweet :(. i see all of your guys’ asks and these requests are genuinely the nicest. i love you guys!! <33

after grabbing your makeup bag and tossing it onto the bed beside ben, you climb up into his lap. his hands find their way to your hips as you straddle him and brush his dark curls from his forehead and hold them back with the headband you grabbed.

“if you do me dirty were over.” ben jokes with a slight chuckle, causing you to giggle. first you grab your foundation, putting a bit on his face then dapping it with a beauty blender.

ben immediately cringes backwards, bunching his nose. “baby— it’s just foundation.” you say with a small giggle, patting his shoulder to try and tell him ‘it’s okay’. “it feels weird.” ben mumbles, moving back to his original position so you can continue blending out the foundation.

next, you grab your eyeshadow palette— the glitteriest one on purpose. “you’re gonna look like a pretty princess!” you say teasingly, opening the palette and grabbing an eyeshadow brush from your bag. you dab the brush into a glittery pink and gesture for ben to close his eyes as you transfer the eyeshadow onto his eyelids.

after getting a nice amount of eyeshadow on his eyes, you dig in your makeup bag until you pull out your eyeliner pencil. ben shakes his head regretfully as you just smile sweetly and begin drawing an eyeliner wing on ben’s closed eye.

after finishing up his eyeliner, you grab the mascara tube and make ben blink the mascara on. you hold the wand up to his eye as he blinks and the black on the bristles transfers to his lashes. finally, you grab the lipgloss.

“pucker up!” you command, eliciting a chuckle from ben as he pushes out his lips into a pucker. you drag the wand across his lips, the gloss and glitters transferring.

you toss the tube of lipgloss into your bag and immediately grab your phone for some pictures. after having a whole photoshoot, you hand ben the mirror to see your handiwork.

ben smiles and makes a ‘kissy-face’ in mirror. “damn, i am a pretty princess!”

TAGLIST

@l0ver-i @chrissscranch @chrisopeningabag @chrissturnioloenthusiastforlife @layzerzlovesu46 @lavande3 @olislays @bambisribbon @dominicfikeenthusiast

[strawberry-whorecake]

Quite the Little Rockstar | A.S.

pairing: Adam Stanheight x fem!reader

summary: Adam’s feelings for his roommate are strictly platonic, right? At least he keeps telling himself that, until he finds you getting ready for a performance with your band, and you offer do to his eyeliner.

word count: 2.8k

warnings: none, just pure fluff <3

A/N: I’ve been in my Leigh Whannell era for months and the other day when I was doing my eyeliner I couldn’t stop imagining sitting on Adam’s lap and doing his eyeliner aaaaaaa

Having a roommate was weird. What was weirder was having a female roommate. But she’d answered his ad and she paid her half of the rent on time, so who could complain? Especially not when said female roommate was as good looking as you were.

The sound of rock music blaring over the stereo interrupted Adam’s darkroom session. He’d been so lost in developing and perfecting his photographs, he’d barely noticed just how much time passed. 

Still… the interruption was not what he was hoping for. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger as he shut his eyes tight. After a moment of realigning himself to reality, he stepped out of the darkroom, following the sound of the music, which only grew louder the closer he got to the bathroom.

He hesitated for a long moment, the door was slightly ajar, but was it weird to enter the bathroom while his roommate was in there doing god knows what? He didn’t want to be a perv. Was it even pervy in the first place if the door wasn't shut? 

About to give up as a whole, he stopped once more to the sound of you singing along to the music, and it pulled a small smirk to his lips. He swallowed down his anxieties and knocked first–like a gentleman– before pushing the door open anyways. 

“What the hell’s going on in here?” he asked a bit playfully, looking around at the state of the bathroom. 

The edge of the sink was littered with products, some of which had lost their balance and fallen to the floor. You looked nice, which confused him for a brief moment. Nice, but in a bad-ass, edgy kind of way. His gaze flitted over your outfit, and he couldn’t help but mentally admire your figure.

“I’m getting ready for the concert.” you said simply, and he furrowed his brows slightly. Concert? What concert? Then it hit him.

“Oh shit… the Wrath of the Gods concert is tonight?! Fuck! I forgot all about it… Scott’s gonna crucify me.” He groaned before running his hand through his hair. He huffed as he caught your reflection in the mirror.

From what he could see it looked like you were about to stab yourself in the eye with a pencil, and his eyes practically bugged out of his skull. He watched with incredulous curiosity as you brought the pencil not into your eye like he’d expected, but around it. The pencil left messy black smudges around your eyes. 

“What is that…?” he asked, probably sounding like an idiot. 

“Eyeliner?” you replied with a little huff of a laugh. Yep. He was an idiot, and your words proved that to him..

“Oh, yeah… I knew that.” he bullshitted. He’d seen that particular makeup look on girls before, but the only thing he’d ever known in terms of makeup was lipstick and eyeshadow. Oh, and that black gunk you’d put on your eyelashes that made them look long and dark. Mascara? 

He watched the way you applied the makeup around your eyes, only to then rub the tips of your fingers over your eyes, making the black pencil even messier… though, it was oddly attractive. It suited you well. 

“What?” you asked, peering at him through the mirror’s reflection. His expression turned sheepish, not realizing he’d practically been ogling at you until you’d called him out on it. 

“Oh, just uh… that makes you look cool, I guess.” In typical Adam fashion, he downplayed his compliment. He had a hard time being genuine around you, he didn’t want you to think he was a pussy or something by calling you pretty… or gorgeous… or just plain outright goddamn sexy. He did think all those things about you, but would you like him to call you those things? Or would you just think he was weird if he did? 

“Thanks.” followed by a little laugh pulled him from his thoughts. You liked his compliment? His gaze softened a little as he watched you reapply only to smudge the makeup around your eyes more. 

“Does that like… hurt?” he asked. It looked painful… a pencil that close to your eye? He shivered as he imagined that feeling. 

Your laughter once again pulled him out of his thoughts and he regained his focus on you as you turned around to face him, leaning back against the sink with your arms crossed over your chest. “You.. wanna try it?” you asked. 

He was a bit hesitant, he still partially believed it would hurt. Didn't girls always talk about how beauty was pain? But also… he was a guy. Wouldn’t makeup make him like, less masculine?

 “I don’t know…” he mumbled. “You’re gonna put makeup on me?” He asked, narrowing his eyes a bit, not at you, though. At that pointy pencil between your fingers.

You rolled your eyes despite the smile on your lips, which he always thought was an attractive quirk of yours, and the gesture made him smirk a bit in return. “Adam… every rockstar wears eyeliner.” you explained with that same smile he thought was really enticing. 

“Every rockstar?” he said a bit jeeringly. 

“Only the best… Billy Joe Armstrong, Bowie, Ozzy Osbourne, Alice Cooper…” Your smile widened a bit as you continued on, and Adam couldn’t help but roll his eyes, though this time a small smile pulled on his lips too.

“Whatever.” he said, though that was the closest thing you’d get to a yes from him.

“C’mere…” 

His gaze drifted from your eyes to your arm outstretching, finally to your hand as you held it out to him. He rolled his eyes in an attempt to keep up his arrogant nonchalance, though he silently begged that his cheeks hadn’t blushed. Especially when your fingers entangled with his. 

He let you guide him to sit on the lid of the toilet seat, and watched with shaky breaths as you stood in front of him… between his legs. Only to be close to him, of course… right? 

When you brought the pencil up to his eye he immediately flinched away, listening to your little scoff at his cowardice. “Shut up.” he bit back.

“Adam, I swear it doesn’t hurt. Don’t you trust me?” 

Goddamnit, how the hell was he supposed to say no to that sweet tone in your voice!?

“If you stab me in the eye, you’re paying the full rent.” he threatened, narrowing his eyes slightly as his gaze darted between that pencil and your eyes. 

“I won’t stab you in the eye if you don’t move.” Your tone held a sense of focus as you brought the pencil back closer to him again, and he couldn’t help but close his eyes. 

“Adam…” you huffed, making him open his eyes again.

“What!? You’ve got a sharp pencil so close to my eye! You really expect me to just be calm or some shit!?” he scoffed. 

“Don’t be a baby,” you teased and before he had time to even process what you were doing, he found you practically straddling his lap, your hand holding onto his cheek. 

His breath hitched in his throat, but he covered it up by pretending to clear his throat. Your body was so warm pressed against him… and so soft.

Oh fuck… he was blushing. 

It seemed like you knew what you were doing though, because his eyes were practically glued to you. Wide and unblinking, not wanting to miss a single one of your movements. 

And you took the opportunity and ran with it. You brought the pencil to his eye, almost touching, and he clenched his jaw a bit to resist his urge to close his eyes or flinch away. 

“Look up for me.” you instructed as you gently tilted his head downwards, and he obliged your directions, glancing up at the ceiling. 

He was scared as shit as the pencil grew closer and closer to his eye… but then suddenly it tickled? He couldn’t help but pull back slightly from the sensation.

“What the fuck…?” he huffed a laugh, which only made you laugh too.

“I told you it didn’t hurt. But you have to stay still okay? It’s gonna tickle a little bit, just try to ignore it.” you reassured him as you gently gripped his face a bit more firmly. 

He definitely noticed the way you leaned into him to get closer, your face only inches from his and he suppressed the urge to groan, instead bringing his gaze up towards the ceiling like he’d done before.

Adam fought with every ounce of strength to not let his eyes shut in defiance as the pencil tickled his waterline. He was relieved when you’d moved from his left eye to his right, figuring you were finally finished. But when you said it was time for the top, his eyes widened a bit.

“You’ll be fine, just look down this time.” you said, tilting his head up, and begrudgingly he obeyed. You gently placed your fingers on his eyelid, tugging it up as the pencil met his upper lash line.

“Jesus christ… this tickles worse.” he practically whined. He ignored the smile that pulled on your lips in response to his griping. 

What he couldn’t ignore though, was how cute you looked like this. Sitting on his lap, your eyes soft but so focused on lining his eyes perfectly. Your fingers gently guiding and pulling at his face. He liked your touch… maybe a little too much. 

That thought only made him blush and he looked away from you, still keeping his gaze downward like you’d instructed him too. He knew if he looked at your thighs pressed to his, his blush would only grow worse. Hell, his face would probably envy a tomato at that point. 

You worked from his left to his right eye again, and the sensation definitely didn’t get easier the second time around. It was insufferable, like a stuck eyelash that was constantly tickling and poking into his eyelid. “Are you done yet? This sucks… you like doing this!?” he asked, his tone full of disbelief. 

“Relax.” you said simply, running the pencil along his upper lash line a few more times before you pulled the pencil away completely. And leaned back away from him which he wouldn’t admit he didn’t like so much.

“Now just rub your eyes.” you said, reaching over to grab the pencil’s cap from the sink and sliding it over the pointy end. 

He looked at you quizzically for a moment. “But you just did all that… to mess it up?”

Your little laugh unwillingly pulled a small smile of his own to his lips. “Yeah, pretty much. That’s what makes it look cool… and like you don’t give a fuck.” you explained, and oddly enough, you were speaking Adam’s language. 

He huffed a laugh, still feeling a bit ridiculous, but obliged, using the heel of his palms to rub both of his eyes at the same time. When you gently grabbed at his wrists to tug his hands away, he peered up at you.  

He watched as a smile pulled on your lips as you looked him over. “Totally bad-ass.” you reassured him. 

Adam had to suppress a pout as you slid off his lap. He’d gotten really used to that closeness, and now that it was gone, he missed it. He wouldn’t admit it, of course. But he perked up when he realized now he could see what you’d done. 

Pulling himself to stand up, he turned to stand beside you in front of the mirror. “Damn,” he said simply. Your eyes were practically glued to his reflection, and he could tell you were worried that he’d hated it. He let a small smirk pull on his lips. “I look punk rock.” 

He tilted his head in a few different directions, looking over, and practically admiring his appearance in the mirror. He did look pretty cool and that made him feel cool too. “Maybe I should be the guitarist and singer for Wrath of the Gods instead of you.” he teased, earning him a gentle elbow to the ribs which made him laugh. 

He looked from his own reflection to yours beside him, and the way your eyes matched. It felt strangely intimate… and he liked it. He tangled his arm over your shoulders, pulling you into him–wanting to feel your closeness, but easily played it off as a friendly gesture. 

“What do you think? You think I look cool enough now?” he asked, enjoying the way you rolled your eyes despite your smile, and how you didn’t reject his touch… and instead you seemed to lean into it. 

“If you want me to tell you that you’re always cool… it’s not gonna happen.” you teased back, making him laugh. He liked that you were a little spunky. It only made him more attracted to you.

“Okay, okay… fine.” he said with another small laugh before turning his head to actually look at you, not your reflection. “We look pretty punk rock together, huh?” he asked a bit teasingly, though he was pleased at the way you practically giggled. You’d never giggled before and it felt like a huge accomplishment to him. 

“Shut up, Stanheight. You’re such a dork.” You rolled your eyes, but still had that same intoxicating smile. 

He glanced down towards your lips, telling himself he was just admiring the way they curved into the most precious smile he’d ever seen, but he knew that wasn’t true. He was actually wondering if your lips were really as soft as they looked. 

“Shit! We gotta go, Adam!” you interrupted his thoughts as you practically dashed from the bathroom. He glanced in the direction of the clock on the stove, seeing your source of panic. 

“Oh fuck, Scott’s gonna kill us both.” He quickly followed after you, hurrying to his darkroom to grab his camera, looping it around his neck as he met you back by the front door of the apartment. 

He admired only for a moment how good you looked with your guitar case strapped over your shoulder, and he couldn’t deny his excitement to see you on stage performing with so much energy and passion like you always did. 

You were quite the little rockstar, and he liked that. 

It was a silly thought,  but he also liked that your eyeliner matched… like in a weird way, your matching eye makeup was a claim on each other. He just hoped you were thinking the same thing he was. 

“C’mon!” you said, snatching up his hand as you ripped open the front door, pulling him along so hastily he barely had time to shut the door behind him. 

“Hey, hey… slow down,” he said as a bit of a huff. You begrudgingly slowed your roll, peering over your shoulder at him as you dropped his hand. He anxiously ran his fingers through his hair. 

“I was just kinda wondering… if you’d let me kiss you without the guys around.” When he noticed the way your brows raised at his request he quickly stumbled out, “You know! For good luck, duh!” 

Before he even had a moment to backpedal, say that he was just fucking around, there it was again, that soft little laugh that was practically a giggle.

“Well… if it’s for good luck.” you said, stepping closer to him and making his heart race in his chest. He gently reached up and cupped the side of your face, tilting your head up a bit as he leaned in. He watched the way you leaned in too as your eyes fluttered softly shut, and he swore he melted in that moment.

He shut his eyes too, as he closed the distance between your lips, kissing you softly. It only lasted a few moments before you pulled away first, though he didn’t mind. He was awestruck that you’d even let him kiss you. 

He got to kiss you, and he knew for a fact that your lips were indeed as soft as they looked. He was a fish and you cast out the line, hooking him in. He didn’t just want to kiss you again, he felt like he had to. Until your words quickly shut down that desire.

“C’mon, let’s go before Scott loses his shit over how late we are.” you said with a small, almost shy smile. 

“No way…! What if that wasn’t enough good luck!?” he playfully argued, making you laugh. 

“Then if we totally blow tonight, I’ll let you give me a little extra good luck later. Deal?” you offered, and this time, it was his turn to laugh. 

“Okay, fine… deal.” he agreed a bit reluctantly, though that reluctance faded as soon as you tangled your arm around his waist, and he did the same to you.

Usually he hated being the personal photographer for Scott and Wrath of the Gods, but tonight he was rather excited about it. He already knew most of his pictures would be of you. 

And even if you guys killed it tonight… he was still dead set on giving you that extra good luck once you guys got home later, anyways.

[okkalo]

blue lock boys doing your makeup trend

characters: rin, yukimiya, shidou, isagi, chigiri

warnings: shidou 😟😟, cuss words

rin

- he’s trying.

- his focused face makes him look like he knows what he’s doing.

- he doesn’t.

- if you record he is literally glaring at the camera the whole time.

- names products by how they look. meaning u will NOT get the actual name out of him. (he knows blush and mascara though!!)

- “this is the brown liquid” (ur getting there!!)

- skips the primer.

- if u have multiple foundation colors he gets so confused why one doesn’t match 💀

- “the hell is this?” THE FACE HE MAKES TOO??

- puts on too much blush and just stares in wonder of what he did wrong.

- that or he applies the blush as lipstick

- he applies your lipstick (or i guess blush) weird?? makes you pucker your lips to do it LOL

- forces you to do your eyeliner and mascara because he doesn’t want to hurt you </3

- probably mumbles under his breath the whole time about how stuff isn’t working how it should

- giggle at him and he will give you a look and just leave.

- the finished look was a 6/10

isagi

- he’s trying but nicer.

- i can see him having no sense of color theory whatsoever so your eyeshadow and lipstick look HORRIBLE together

- probably this bright purple eyeshadow with a bright red lipstick

- he doesn’t forget anything though!!

- puts the concealer in all the wrong spots. he thinks it should go where the contour goes

- another guy to use blush as lipstick

- “that’s not right” at least he knows

- will do your eyeliner wing (which turned out to be horrible) but completely avoids your waterline

- avoids the mascara but watches in amazement as you curl your eyelashes

- gives you so many kisses throughout

- the finished look was a 3/10 😔

yukimiya

- he’s the best out of everyone because he actually knows what he’s doing.

- he might confuse the names at some point but is quick to fix his mistake.

- sososo gentle when applying products to your face too!

- he smiles so big once he sees you close your eyes at his light touch

- probably uses the wrong brushes </3

- goes down to your neck with your foundation!!

- does your eyeliner but doesn’t do your lashes (the wing is a 8/10)

- tries so hard on the eyeshadow but it just doesn’t work

- pretty colors but horrible with knowing where to stop (he went to your brows with it </3)

- he muttered a lot of soft “oops” during this time no doubt

- also gives a lot of kisses during this time

- actually so proud once he finishes it though

- compliment his abilities!!

- 9.1/10

shidou

- idk why u wanted him to do this.

- he’s literally making you look like a clown

- makes a mess of your makeup and does not care.

- probably super good at makeup too but just wants to be an asshole

- puts SO MUCH foundation on you. you are literally caked

- puts so much bronzer on too and swipes it in all the wrong directions

- a lot of product got in your nose because he gave that area a lot of attention

- absolutely went crazy with the blush. it is everywhere on your cheek.

- the same with highlighter.

- goes crazy with the setting powder as well. you both sneezed multiple times

- picks bright blue eyeshadow and goes way too far with it

- he was fr about to do your eyeliner and lashes (don’t let him. he will twitch during this time and i know it.)

- takes SO many pictures of you

- makes a video of you with the clown music in the background 💀

- 0/10. rethink ur decisions.

chigiri

- “stay still” x10.

- is good at makeup and knows what everything is but god forbid you move an inch. he literally told you to stop breathing once like??

- if you try to be funny and move your head to the side while he’s putting stuff on he will immediately stop and just give you a stare. no words to be said. he just stares. it’s not a nice stare either </3

- if you get distracted and look away while he’s getting a product he will yank your head back to the position he so desires.

- you’re actually kinda impressed with how well the makeup turns out.

- it’s a strong 8.5/10, he messed up the eyeliner and lipstick part (“maybe stay still next time”).

- will absolutely squish your cheeks and make you pucker your lips to kiss him at the end.

unedited thanks for reading!

[leclsrc]

we need need neeed a charles variant of the media naranja fic :( just a multiple lives au even just a drabble or a headcanon auds audrey big a please only u do this shit justice

bec this has been rotting and i needed to practice writing :)

divine sense – cl16

Charles is always led back to you. title from this

“Your mole is nice,” he says, cutting himself off and thinking a bit more on his words. “It sits just there, on the corner of your eye.”

“Really? God.” You poke at it, rub over it even if it sits relatively flat and unassuming and a bit tiny. “I’ve always hated it. People mistake it for leftover eyeliner or mascara all the time, and it’s—whatever.”

“It’s pretty.” His gaze could light you on fire and water it down all at once. “It’s one of the first things I noticed about you. Granted, I thought it was a, uh, how you say? Mascara, yes, that flicked off your eye a bit, but now it’s just there. I like it.”

A slow smile creeps its way onto your lips and you bite it back, to no avail. “Thank you.”

“It’s the reason why you look so familiar to me.” My mole? You ask, your head turning to the side a bit. He nods. “I don’t know why, either. I mean, clearly we didn’t know each other then. But something about you—you’ve always felt familiar, I think.”

“I have?” 

The trees are greener in the spring, but they’re thin still, not yet too thick with leaves that will fade into orange and die and fall. It’s perfect, Charles thinks, because then the sun filters perfectly through the green of them and shines through the blinds and onto your face, smiling tenderly and warm and waiting. Your eyelashes cast a shadow across the rest of your face and he could stare forever.

“You have.”

—

“Did you get mascara on your eye?”

“What? Oh. Fuck, no. This—it’s a mole.” You turn quickly to the mirror. “I know, it looks a bit like it, yeah.”

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude.” 

“It’s all good. So, Charles, right?” You reread the application sheet and stretch a hand forward to shake his. “My new roommate… taking up Architecture.”

“Yep.” He smiles proudly, the emblem of your university front and centre on his sweatshirt. “I hope this doesn’t sound weird, but have I met you before? You just look a little familiar. Mole and all.”

“Oh.” Instinctively, you reach up to touch the area on which it sits. “I don’t think so, sorry. Um, but in my Lit class, we did have a discussion about how… like… moles are places where you were kissed in your past life.”

“Oh?” 

“Yeah.” You smile up at him. The fall breeze filters through the open living room window, blowing tendrils of hair over your face that you’re quick to brush away. “Granted, I don’t know who would want to kiss an area like this.”

“You don’t?”

And maybe you’re a bit loopy from the drive, or hungry from waking up early, or maybe not at all. Maybe Charles the college roommate is messing with you, or maybe pulling a prank, or maybe not at all. The sunset today is beginning to tint the room and his pretty face a muted orange and you could stare forever.

“I don’t.”

—

Your first time in Italy is marked by a series of ugly firsts: first catcall, mistranslation, scam, blistered heel. But you make it, despite it all, to your foster family’s farm estate, all old vine-caked buildings and stables and lemon trees. You spot somebody poking their head out of the upstairs window but the mop of hair disappears just as quickly.

The door is answered by Pascale—the one you’d been corresponding with prior to today. With her is her husband, Hervé, and two sons, one of whom is somewhere in the house getting your room tidy, she says apologetically. You’re quick to quell her apology, sated by the ice water and bowl of fruit (Hervé says something about picking them all out himself; Arthur, the younger one, pulls you aside with a boyish smile and says it was actually him.)

“Lorenzo is off at university for summer classes,” Pascale explains when she’s putting the second spoonful of pasta on your plate. “So I am stuck with Arthur here, and Charles. He’s about your age, yes? Twenty-two in October.”

Charles descends into the kitchen talking in rapid Italian to his mom, that only tapers off when he sees you at the table. You smile, dopey, raising a careful hand to wave.

He stares. 

“Vieni a sederti,” Pascale says, pointing to the empty seat beside you. Shyly, he takes a seat and fills up his glass with water—then yours. 

“Oh,” you say. “Thank you.” Your gaze travels to him, and find he’s already looking—at the corner of your eye.

“It’s a mole,” you clarify with a quiet, pretty laugh. “Are you excited to take me around? Pascale says you’re my tour guide.”

“Sure, sure.” He laughs. “Where do you want to go?”

Hervé has played some Italian music on his vinyl, so it’s what scratchily plays through the dining area, accompanied by the scent of garlic and lemon and olive from the trees outside, blowing a gentle breeze through the archway of the house.

You turn away from his green eyes to answer one of Arthur’s questions, peppering chili flakes over your aglio olio to twirl and deposit into your mouth. One red flake stays on your lip and he imagines swiping it off with his thumb. Your eyes meet his again, gaze amused and gentle and Charles could stare forever.

“Anywhere, really.”

—

“Oh, honey,” you whine playfully, letting your husband crowd you against the counter of your kitchen, peppering kisses all over your face. “Missed me that much?”

“You know I did.” He parts from you, and even if he's taller his gaze seems to convey looking up at you, adoration and love crowding his green eyes. A hand caresses your jaw, cheek; his thumb rubs over the corner of your eye. The blank skin there, unmarked, unblemished.

He kisses it. His favorite spot. “I woke up this morning thinking about you,” he says fondly.

“About how I left you in charge of changing Mila while I slept in?” You tease lowly, forehead pressed to his.

“About how in love I am with you,” he says honestly. Your heart pulses. It was never a whirlwind of love for either of you. It was slow, warm, familiar. Hey, you.

Despite that, he means it, you know he does, he’s never failed to show just how much. When he wakes up early to change Mila, or when he takes charge of the stove when you’re sleepy. When he lets you walk him around the winding avenues of Manhattan to get cookies or a good coffee or a better beer. When he watches you sing karaoke tipsily, Billy Joel or The Smiths. The way he memorizes every part of you, the way he knows you. Any and all of the love Charles ever had and ever felt always answered to you. 

Lips meet the corner of your eye again. “You know that? I love you. You changed me. You know that, right?”

You could stay forever, in the dusk of the city, questions suspended in the air to be lovingly answered in the lifetimes to follow. They will come, though. You can stay for now—you’ve done your waiting for a love like this.

You smile. “Right.”

[lilzyex]

Bloodstains of a past life ₊˚🕯️♱‧₊˚. M.S

(Chapter 1)

In which

Julia went to a bonfire party where she met a sort of strange set of triplets. She never heard their name before. Never even saw their face, but they felt so familiar. Everyone around them knew them well. Even her closest friends which was weird. They never talked about them. But now it seems as if they attended her high school for years.

pilot Chapter2 Chapter3 Chapter4 (tbc)

I was finishing my eyeliner when I got a call from my friend Ava I quickly reached for my phone and picked up the call “hey” I say

“Yo Julia quickly! We already bought the booze and you have 10 minutes to get to the park before we literally go without you.” Ava said in a sarcastic tone

“Alright alright! I’m almost ready I’ll be there in 15.” I say opening my mascara with my teeth holding my phone in one hand “did you guys buy jäger?” I say taking the mascara out of my mouth putting it on my eye lashes

“Yes, don’t worry we thought of you. But you’re paying gas now because we bought the booze” Ava said

“Alright” I chuckle and hang up the phone on the other line I could hear Ava yell “15 MINUTES JULIA! We’re not waiting 50 years for you mate. Some ppl are already texting me if we’re on our way!”

I look at myself in the mirror one last time checking myself out I look at my black shorts with dark nylons and a white crop top. I did a curly hair method on my hair and looked at my gold jewellery

I quickly take my bag and I close my room door.

I rush down the stairs of my house where I meet my mom “be back by 11!!” She says

“Mom” I whine “at least 12? Please Ava can be out until 1am!” I complained reaching for the front door

“I don’t care what Ava can or can do! Be back by 12 jesus”

“Bye love you” I say closing the front door behind me

It was a really sunny day and it was extremely hot outside my eyes squinted at the brightness of the sun

After 10 minutes of walking I see Ava waving at me from the back of Oliver’s car. I wanted to sit at the front but it already was taken by Abigail

I open the door of the car “hey!!” I say sitting down next to Ava

“Hi!!” Ava hugged me and raised the bottle of jäger “My baby!” I giggle as I take the bottle in my hand pretending it’s my baby “ok alcoholic.” Oliver said sarcastically “Oliver you should be the last person to say that” Abigail defended me as Ava and I chuckle in the back seat

“So how long until we get there?” I ask as Oliver started driving

“About 20 minutes” Oliver said “juli you’ve already been there. You’ll see!” Ava said “I literally don’t remember. Why couldn’t we go to the usual place? The forest that isn’t too far away from town like 5-10 minutes?” I ask

“Oh Chris said that cops go there often and he told us it’s better in the other forest more aesthetic also. Oh did you bring your camera!” Ava said

“Yeah I did.” I realise she said the name chris “who’s chris?” I ask confused. Knowing there’s no chris in our school or town as I know of

Ava and Abigail look at me funny. “Julia hello? Chris sturniolo. He literally is in our history class?” Abigail said

“He’s so hot!! Oh and also he’s a triplet! I’ve never met triplets. But they’re all SO hot.” Ava said

“What?” I became even more confused “yeah their names are Matt and Nick. Too bad Nick is gay.” She explained “Wait it’s not even that bad! We can try to set him up with Oliver” Abigail said Oliver immediately rolled his eyes “Abby stop”

“No this is great! Finally a hot gay guy for you!”ava giggled

“How do you even know he’s gay for fucks sake?” Oliver groaned “oh Stella told us, she tried to flirt with him. Didn’t end well” Ava tried to hold in her laugh

I get a weird wave of Deja vu when I heard the name Sturniolo. I knew them from somewhere, but definitely not fucking school.

I look out the window trying to forget the feeling I have in my chest.

17 minutes later we arrive infront of the woods and we call Bryan who invited us in the first place because he wanted to get with Abigail. We all know it even she does, but she’d never get with Bryan he’s not her type at all. And also he’s a fuckboy. But the invites to the coolest high school parties even tho we weren’t really considered popular in our school were worth it.

“Hey Bryan” Abigail said on the other line we heard Bryan’s voice “hey sweetheart, so where are you guys?”

Abigail awkwardly giggles and says “in front of the woods. Where exactly are you guys?”

“I’ll send someone to get you. Are yall next to a fallen tree?” He asks

“Uhh yep” Abigail says

“Alright. Matt! Can you go to the broken tree a few friends of mine are waiting there they don’t know their way here”

I heard on the other line.

Matt.

A few minutes later I see a tall brunette walking towards us. I could barely see his face but some I could sense some fear inside me for my reason at all

“You okay?” Ava asked “uh. Yeah” I say keeping my eyes on the brunette

“Hey” Matt said looking at Ava chris Abigail but when his eyes met mine his eyes went wide.

“Mary?” He said with a concerned look on his face

I scrunch my eye brows “No im.”I pause “im Julia.”

He tried to laugh it off “oh. You just look.” He tried to get any excuse he could out of his mouth, but still completely shocked by her looks “you remind me of an old friend of mine.” He said “anyways let’s go” he made us following deeper into the woods

The walk was akward when Ava whispered into my ear “girl did you see that?? He totally wants you!!”

I shake my head “stop”

Moments later were being greeted by Bryan who is already handing Abigail a drink “thanks, we also brought some booze” she said grabbing Oliver’s backpack taking out a bottle of vodka and jäger

“Oh that’s great!” Bryan said practically eye fucking Abigail

Matt went to sit down next to his two brother who were sat at the fireplace

Suddenly chris and nick looked at me with horror in their eyes

“If we do kill someone tonight we have to keep a really fucking close eye on that girl her name is Julia. But I don’t fucking believe her.” Matt whispered to nick and chris

“Fuck that’s Mary. You turned her into a vampire?! I thought you killed her!” Nick whispered with a pissed off tone

“I didn’t! Okay. She was dead when I left her.” Matt said “what the fuck.” Chris sipped on his drink

An hour later I found myself sitting next to the fire with Abigail sitting across from me was Matt and chris.

Chris was talking to Ava while Oliver went for another drink.

I felt eyes on me again when I looked up from my drink to see Matt staring at me. The eye contact lasted what felt like minutes and none of us broke it.

I felt a strange feeling in my stomach. I swear I met him before. It’s almost like I know everything about him but at the same time nothing. I look at his bright blue eyes, the eyes I remember looking into maybe in a dream.

Maybe im just drunk. I said to myself, and I continued the conversation I had with Ava.

“Guys! Did you guys know that the story of the bitten Mary was in this woods?” Bryan yelled out as he leaned against his best friend Lucas

A few people agreed and yelled out. A few people started scaring each other.

I sat there confusion washing over me, why did he call me Mary?. I knew about the story but I thought it was a made up story to scare people into not going into the woods alone.

“What?” I asked Jake he smirked at me and sat down next to me “dear Julia. The bitten Mary is a TRUE story about a girl who died in this woods. She got attacked by a wolf” he explained as a few people came to sit down to hear the story, Jake put his arm around my shoulders “people say her spirit is angry and is stuck in this exact woods. And if you’re alone she’ll kill you but only young people because she’s mad that she died at a young age.”

“And how can she even kill people she’s a ghost?” Some girl said not believing the story

“She’ll bite you and drink your blood until you die. Don’t believe me? Go deeper into the woods and you’ll see.” He said

“Alright someone give me a shot I wanna see if your bitten Mary isn’t an excuse to flirt with Julia.

She takes a shot and gets up to walk deeper into the woods “good luck!” Jake Bryan yelled

“Should we go scare her?” Jake said chuckling

“Nah fuck that I know she’s already shitting herself walking there” Bryan said chugging his beer after.

2 hours later im wasted, my legs feel weak as i feel a warm sensation in my throat. I can’t help but smile at Ava while she’s talking to me and that buzz in my head I love the most.

“I’m gonna go get another drink” I giggle stumbling towards the tree where the alcohol is on the floor

The rest of the night went pretty well before I realised I was supposed to be home an hour ago I look over at Oliver to see him drunk “fuck! Oliver why are you drinking you’re supposed to drive!” I said seeing Oliver sitting with Nick “it’s okay I can drive you home.” Matt said

I turn around my intention is telling me not to let him drive but we had no other option “thank you” I sigh out of relief “I quickly drag Oliver in my drunk state almost making us both fall I see Ava and Abigail next to the drinks

“Guys we’re going home Matt is driving us since Oliver got fucking drunk” I said “msorry” Oliver chuckled

“I’ll take him” Matt said

The drive home was pretty quick since I almost fell asleep. Finally we got Ava home now it was time to get me and Oliver home. A few minutes later we were in front of my house and when Matt stopped the car I said out of pure frustration “who the fuck are you guys?” Matt turned towards me so he can look me straight in the eyes “were in history class together don’t you remember? You remember right?.” He didn’t take his eyes off of me

It was almost like he wanted to hypnotise me or something “no I don’t. I’ve seen you in my life” Matt look confused “yeah. I’m kind of a quiet type of person. Unlike you.” Matt said turning around quickly

I get out the car slamming the door behind me and slowly getting into my house so nobody wakes up.

Soon I changed my clothes and brushed my teeth and went to bed.

(A/N : did yall see the tvd reference 😜 sorry if there’s any mistakes I didn’t re read this)

[xoxo-ives]

honey, come put your lips on mine

glitter, awkward moments, and works of art

or, reader does tim's makeup

wc: 1572

(title from 'talk too much' by coin)

[A/N] this one is a little tiny bit spicier than the last two. nothing really happens, there's just tension

You aren’t sure how you ended up in this position. One minute, you were doing Tim’s makeup, and then suddenly he’s whining into your mouth. An hour ago, you were doing your makeup to practice for the next fancy event you were inevitably dragged to. Tim, ever the nosy detective, came knocking on the bathroom door to demand your attention. 

“Whatcha doing?” he asked, leaning his head around the doorframe.

“Makeup,” you answered distractedly, brushing on eyeshadow.

“It’s, like, eleven at night. Why are you doing your makeup now?”

“Practice. I don’t know. I was bored.” You continued doing your makeup, ignoring the fact that he was hovering behind you. Eventually, when he didn’t move, you spun around. “Do you need something?”

He was silent for a long minute, swallowing thickly before blinking wide eyes at you. “Uh…could you…put makeup on me?” he mumbled, looking away. “If you don’t want to, that’s fine. I totally get it, it’s probably a weird thing for me to ask.”

“Tim. You’re rambling. I’ll do your makeup.” You shot him a grin and told him to go sit on the couch or wherever he was comfortable and that you’d be there in a second. You grabbed your makeup bag and found him in the living room, running his hands nervously over his legs. “You ready?”

“Yeah. Yeah, sure,” he said quietly.

“It’s just me, you can relax,” you laughed quietly. “I’m not gonna bite. Sit down.”

He swallowed hard again and sat on the couch, watching you carefully. You put the makeup bag on the cushions next to him and balanced on your knees, legs bracketing his. His breath caught in his throat, almost imperceptibly. You noticed but decided to spare him the indignity of being questioned. You unzipped the bag and pulled out a fluffy brush and several shades of blush, holding them up one at a time to compare them.

“I don’t have a foundation that’s your shade,” you mumbled, busy trying to decide which blush matched his skin best. “So we’re skipping that. Which blush do you think would look best?”

“I don’t know. Why would I know?”

“Just figured you would have opinions on this, seeing as you have opinions on literally everything else,” you teased. When he didn’t laugh along with you, you knew he was definitely tense, and you put your hands on his shoulders. Another sharp intake of breath that you graciously ignored. “Relax, Tim,” you repeated. “We’ll just go with this orangey one. It’ll look nice with your eyes.”

He just nodded along and let you brush the pigment onto his face. You slid one hand onto his jaw, tilting his head to the side, and he let his eyes flutter closed. By the time you were moving onto eyeshadow, your thighs were tired from holding yourself up, and so you let yourself sit in his lap instead. That was the first in a series of poor choices. (Or maybe excellent ones, depending on how it all ends.)

“Do you care if I put glitter on your skin? Can take a bit of work to get it off.”

“That’s fine,” he whispered. “I don’t mind.”

“Wonderful. You’ll love it, I’m sure.” You leaned to the side, digging through the bag for some glitter. In doing so, you accidentally leaned forward, hips bumping with Tim’s. He nearly jumped out of his skin, eyes flying open, and you froze. “Shit, sorry. That was accidental.”

“S’alright,” he muttered. “You can…continue.”

You grabbed the glitter and returned to the task at hand. “Close your eyes again?” He did, and you dipped the brush into the glitter and carefully laid it on his eyelids. “There. All done. You want to do eyeliner and mascara? If not, that’s cool. Those can be kind of daunting if you’ve never done your makeup before.”

He nodded, and you found a liquid black eyeliner. You carefully drew it across his lash line, using small brush strokes. When you’d finished both eyes, you grabbed a pencil liner, running it along his lower waterline. You carefully instructed him to blink for the mascara, and then sat back to admire your work.

“All you need now is lipstick. I’m thinking…red. Can’t go wrong with a classic red lip. Part your lips just a little?” You outlined his lips with a dark liner and filled in the center with a bright liquid lipstick. You finished it with a clear gloss and then grinned. “Damn. Look at you, Timmy. All dolled up.”

His cheeks colored lightly under the blush, and he looked away. You offered a mirror, and he took it, glancing at himself and then doing a double take. “Whoa. I don’t even…look like myself.”

“In a good way?”

“In the best way. I look…I don’t even know.”

“You look delicious, Tim, that’s what you look like,” you laughed. “Downright edible.”

“Shut up,” he mumbled, turning even pinker. “You don’t mean that.”

“Uh, I absolutely do. You look…pretty. You look really good. You should let me do your makeup more often.”

“Pretty? I don’t look pretty. What do you even mean? Pretty like a girl?”

“Pretty like a work of art, baby,” you said, pet name rolling off your tongue like honey. Poor choice number two.

He made a small sound of surprise, something between a squeak and a gulp. His face burned, eyes going round. It was cute, you thought, that someone like him could still be so surprised by compliments. Maybe it was that it was genuine, or maybe it was that it was you saying it, but it made him want to smile until his face split apart. He was silent for a long time, and you lifted a hand to tap on his temple.

“What’s going on in that brain of yours?” you asked softly. He just shook his head and smiled, eyes downcast. “Tim. Say something. Are you upset? Did I overstep?”

“No. I’m just…you really think I’m pretty?” He sounded almost breathless, as if the thought was completely baffling to him. You smiled, leaning forward to kiss the end of his nose.

“Yeah. Absolutely.” Your hands were resting on his shoulders, and had somehow found their way into his hair without your permission (the third and final choice in your series of mistakes). You were playing with it, scratching against his scalp lightly, and all of a sudden he was kissing you. So here you find yourself, sitting in his lap, tongue in his mouth.

You nip at his mouth, twisting your fingers into his hair with a little more bite, and he makes a sound you didn’t know was possible from workaholic golden child Tim Drake. He whines. His hands wind up to the collar of your shirt, pulling you closer, and you slide your body closer to his, pressing chest to chest with him. You pull back for a second to breathe, watching him watch you.

Your lips are sticky with his lipgloss, which is smudged at the edges. His cheeks are pink under the orange blush, and he bats his eyelashes. You know that it’s almost certainly unintentional, which just makes it more attractive. The tip of his tongue dips out to run along his bottom lip. He shifts slightly under you, and you tilt closer to him.

“You gonna kiss me again?” you whisper. He gives you a sharp grin, meeting your lips with passion. He lets his hands float from your collar to your ribcage, not daring to reach any lower. You grab his wrists, not breaking the kiss, and slide his grip down to your waist. His hands are warm and solid, grounding you to him in this moment. 

The world seems to shrink to a little bubble that only includes the two of you and the air you’re sharing, everything else forgotten. Tim eases back after a few minutes, breathing heavily. You stare at him, and he stares back. It’s awkward but somehow not uncomfortable. You take a deep breath and then mumble,

“We should probably get to bed. It’s getting kind of late, we have an early morning.”

Which is true. You have class and he has a meeting. But you still hate to say it, and you have to force the words out. You reluctantly peel yourself away from him, standing and offering him a hand. He takes it and stands, giving you a little smile. 

“Maybe just one more kiss?” he says softly. “To remember you by?” You laugh, pressing a chaste kiss against his mouth.

“You live with me, you’re not going to forget me.”

“Fine. Maybe I just wanted another kiss,” he says sheepishly. “Is that such a crime?”

“Never,” you laugh again, kissing his cheek. “You’re gonna want to wash that makeup off, or else you’ll wake up with your eyes burning. I have some makeup remover in the bathroom that you can use.”

He nods, following you down the hall. When you pass the bathroom, he stops and picks up a bottle off the counter. He holds it up in question, and you nod.

“Just use a washcloth and some warm water, should come off pretty easily. The glitter is the only thing that might give you some trouble.”

You continue down the hall into your room, laying on your bed and shoving your face into your pillow, making a sound that was half-scream, half-squeal. 

What just happened? What happens now?

[salfishermustdie]

ash headcanons!!!!

okay, i seriously love ashley campbell sm. she's actually my favorite girl evaaaaa. anyways, i decided to post some of my head canons for her like i did sal! this is kind of x reader btw :3

♡ i think of her as unlabled. although she doesn't know what to consider herself, she's definitely not straight

♡ i also think of her as alternative! in her freshman year, she had a bit of an awkward phase, but now she's super comfortable with her style

♡ she'd LOVE giving you little make overs. she'd "make you look like her." (whether she'd succeed is questionable)

♡ would do your eyeliner while sitting on your lap

♡ very nonchalant. very blunt too. she's super open to physical touch

♡ this can get y/n flustered

♡ she loves letting you borrow her clothes

♡ seriously dude, after you met her pretty much half your closet is full of her clothes

♡ "i need some new mascara.." ♡ "here, have mine!"

♡ amazing memory when it comes to you. she remembers things about you that even you forgot.

♡ like, she's here remembering what you said you had for dinner two weeks ago, while you can't even remember where you put your phone...

♡ she's not the nerdiest person ever, but she's definitely open to learning about your interests, like shows or books you like :)

♡ she has a photo album full of pictures of her friends

♡ when she has a crush on you, that album becomes more centered around you than anyone else

♡ she'd make you so many weird little gifts. she's super crafty, but not in a 'conventional' way lmfao

♡ ESPECIALLY her little dudes. omg. she'd make you two a whole family of them

♡ would suffocate you with hugs

♡ literally. she loves being all up on you.

♡ she doesn't have the best sense of personal space, which might get annoying or uncomfortable at times, but she doesn't mean any harm

♡ if needed, you can help teach her more about personal boundaries

♡ she's such a cutie patootie dude. i love her SO MUCH AHHHHH.

no nsfw this time bc…… idk how to write it coming from a girl :C IM LITERALLY SO ASHAMED. I'VE NEVER FELT THE TOUCH OF A WOMAN IM SORRY. SOMEONE HELP ME LEARN HOW TO WRITE GIRL SMUT. UGH.

[borderlinebox]

hello!!! i really liked your childhood best friend reader x Chishiya. may i request Chishiya x f!(or gn how you want)reader headcannons where reader have y2k style( gives me overdressed girlfriend/partner x underdressed boyfriend) thank you so much!! feel free to ignore it

Chishiya with a Y2K-Style Reader Headcannons!

A/N: I absolutely love this idea of a request! Its quite intriguing ^^

Pairing: Chishiya x Reader

Warning: not proofread!, a lil short

Feedback is highly appreciated!!!

it really depends what y2k style you got since there's some things like grunge y2k and that other preppy style

but generally y2k? chishiya admires the fact you have a unique aesthetic choice

cause you don't normally see somebody running around in the borderlands looking like you just got ripped off an old yet iconic 2000's magazine

but chishiya has to be honest,

being overdressed in the borderlands is a pretty big disadvantage

unless of course, y'all are in the real world..

then he absolutely supports you

with a bit of teasing of course

like he'd spew some weird 2000's fact and somehow connect it to your outfit

maybe sometimes you would convince him to try out your style

he said no

but then you put some of your clothes on him

and then he kinda liked it

but he'd never admit that, come on

but just expect some of your smaller or least used accessories to disappear

maybe even ended up on his wrist

oh, how did it get there?

if you have these 2000's light makeup styles,

he'd honestly let you put some on him.

especially eyeliner and occasionally mascara

i dont know, he just seems like a very light makeup or eye makeup boy to me

if his eyes weren't cocky enough then shit you made them condescending

take pictures of him

chishiya would outwardly say he hates it

but he internally loves all the compliments, praise and affection your giving him

would not do poses for you

but you'd probably say he already looks perfect

he would learn how to braid or style your hair if you want

arisu and the gang (real world where y'all are friends or borderlands) would be so confused and shit

cause there's chishiya with his white jacket and some black shirt he found in his closet

then you come in looking like you just won a fashion contest

he really doesnt mind your style at all

chishiya wouldn't care about what era your closet is in

he'd still be supportive

(okay back to the borderlands)

if you managed to keep your y2k sense of style at the beach

then respect

also can y'all just imagine??

some random person tryna flirt with you

because they think you're hot as shit

but then you shoot them down

"im with somebody and you're not my type"

or you can just stay silent and give them signals 'no'

and then chishiya comes in

looking basic asf-

joke. he honestly looks good

but he just isnt as overdressed as you

and then imagine niragi if he ever tries to get it on with you

and then chishiya would come in again and simply and quite literally whisk you away

in no under a second

"can we go to our room, n/n?" (n/n means nickname btw)

and then he leads you away while niragi is just standing there, defeated.

of course niragi's pissed off

and chishiya has his signature smirk as he walks away from you

i wouldn't say he was jealous at the time,

he just wanted to prove a point to niragi

but all in the end,

chishiya loves you for what you do and who you are

as cliche as it is

thats the truth

[thevestigeofvanillaan]

Hii love!💕 okay that last Billy request feat Eddie& Steve was perfection and give me an idea.I love the 3 of them together so much especially Billy 🥵

Okay a thot, request if you want.

How about the 3 of them are your best friends/ very protective over you, their girl. And you of course are in love with them and ask the 3 of them to be your first and to take your virginity.

Lol ignore this if you want 💕

ooh! virgin readers are def one of my favorite things to write. my first time wasn't that great, i'd like to imagine someone having a good one😭. but yes love the idea!, i kindaaa changed it a bit so y/n doesn't ask, but billy compromises with her. hopefully you like it💗.

billy, steve, eddie x female reader.

content: smut, praise, 4some, belly bulge, reader is a virgin, biased towards billy, pet names, swearing, a lil spank at the end, they're gentle, billy is pretty much in charge of all of you lol, this is pretty long so get settled.

Felt so lonely, yet you weren't alone. The painful soreness in your arm as you've been fingering yourself for at least 20 minutes now, still unable to get yourself to cum. You miss when it used to be so easy to get off, but it only got harder each time you tried. You were a virgin, which was slightly embarrassing at the gorgeous time of 18, senior year. You knew you wanted someone to take your virginity but you didn't like anyone at your school.. besides, your three best friends would not approve of anyone doing that to you.

Eventually giving up on trying to masturbate yourself into cumming at the half hour mark, you change into pajamas and wash your hands before laying down to head off to sleep.

The next morning you wore a pretty outfit, on purpose. In hopes maybe today you could muster some random guy you could give less of a shit about to just take it from you. Flaired jeans and black flats, with a black turtle neck and a gold necklace. You even put eyeliner on your lower lash line and wore mascara. Even a layer of lip gloss and big hoops to spice it all up.

You looked real pretty, and you knew that. You hear the loud engine of Billy's car outside your home and you head out the door. You enter the front passenger seat. It was your seat, Steve and Eddie in the back. Rock You Like a Hurricane by the Scorpions had been playing too.

"Morning princess. Look pretty today, I like it." Billy says, tipping down his sunglasses before beginning to drive off to school.

"What made you wanna dress up today? I mean, you look beautiful, but why? You usually wear like.. one of our hoodies and leggings or something like that." Eddie asks.

He was right, you had one of each of their hoodies and you would wear them often. Leggings were always comfortable and never looked weird or out of place at Hawkins High.

"Thought maybe today could be the day." You smile, applying more lip gloss as you look in the mirror before closing it.

"The day?" Steve says before Billy cuts him off, "With who." more so a statement rather than a question.

"Not sure yet." You look at Billy who doesn't bother to look you back, keeping his eyes on the road. "Why?"

"Because, y/n. Some random dude isn't gonna take your virginity."

"Virginity? You're crazy y/n." Eddie says, placing a hand on your shoulder.

They were overly protective of you, didn't want you with any guys. And definetly didn't want you getting hurt, heartbroken, or used.

"What's the big deal, guys? It's fine. It's been too long to still be a virgin, I want to.. get off for once." You mumble.

"Get off?" Steve says.

"Masturbate." Billy says before he pauses, "Virginity is something you want when it comes to the shitty guys at our school.".

It was weird hearing him telling you to do something like that. The three of you had obviously touched the subject of sex before but never talked about what you actually did.

"Uh–" You open your mouth to say something but you end up just shutting it, not wanting to make it weird.

But they egg you on, "What?" Steve asks, "You were gonna say something, what?"

"It doesn't work anymore." You mutter quietly, honestly only Billy could hear what you said with the music playing and the subtle wind from his window being open while he smoked a cigarette.

"What do you mean, 'doesn't work anymore'?" Billy asks, finally looking at you.

"I dont know, I just.. can't cum when I masturbate anymore. I try, 30 minutes and I still didnt." He cuts you off asking "When was this?".

"Last night." You mumble quietly.

"Silly girl." Steve chuckles from the back and Eddie laughs subtly with him. You look back at them in confusion. "You should've called, would've helped just hear a man's voice I bet."

Eddie laughs at Steve's joke, agreeing with him. You roll your eyes and look back at Billy, "What better choice do I have, B. I'm 18, wanna live."

He doesn't respond for moment, like he doesn't know how to respond. Likely, because he didn't. He hadn't known what to say to you. You had been partially right.

He'd think on it for a moment before responding, "How 'bout uh, you don't get with some random guy. Let– let us do it." He says, rather than stuttering he simply pauses between his words as he shifts his head to watch for cars pulling into the school driveway, "Okay?".

You look down a play with your hands for a moment, "So.. after school I come here and meet the three of you here and you'll bring us to somewhere where we will be 'lone?" You mumble nervously, looking Billy in the eyes after he parks.

He looks back at Steve and Eddie, Steve smirks and Eddie shifts his shoulders up. "Yeah. Yeah, come here after school, all of you." He eyes the three of us who nod before exiting the car.

The entire day was enticing, you were excited but nervous for after school. It only made the day full of compliments and little work being done go by quicker. Your thoughts would almost solely be of your three best friends, what they would do to you. What it would feel like.. is it scary?

The school hours came to an end and you ended up finding Steve in the hallway, "Steve!" You shout, catching up with him.

He throws and arm over your shoulder, making regular conversation with you as you two make your way to Billy's camaro, where he'd be smoking a cigarette with Eddie.

"I'll be back." Billy says, handing the cigarette to Eddie before walking over to the school bus that was getting ready to leave. He makes it there just in time to talk to Max, his sister before she got on the bus.

"I uh, might not go home tonight, alright. Here's 20 bucks order pizza, don't talk to strangers—"

"Don't let anyone in the house, lock the door, when your dad and my mom get home let them in and tell them your sleeping. Got it." Max cut him off before getting ready to enter the bus.

"Hey shitbird," he'd call before she can make it fully on, she looks back at him when he says "come here."

She gets off the bus and he pulls her into a half hug, "Just, be safe.. brat."

And for a moment, she smiles when she wraps her arms around his torso before letting go and entering the bus again.

Billy makes his way back over to the three of you, and your smiling as you lean against Eddie's chest taking a drag of the cigarette.

You open your mouth to say something but Billy says before you can, "Don't." taking the cigarette from your hand, taking one drag before throwing it on the ground "Get in the car.".

The four of you enter the car, Steve and Eddie getting in the back, you in the passenger and Billy driving. He quickly exits the school parking lot. Eddie and Steve are talking about something that you can't hear in the back over Should I Stay or Should I Go by The Clash.

"Where we goin'?" You ask Billy with a coy smile on your pretty features. He looks at you before looking back to the road saying "Motel 8. Said you wanted us to be alone, didn't you?"

Nodding your head softly, looking at the road. You were scared, didn't know what to expect. Not only were you losing your virginity, but to your three bestfriends.

"Nervous, princess?" Billy asks, placing a hand on your thigh to rub it soothingly. You nod when he looks at you. "Better than a random guy, baby. We'll be gentle, okay?"

That made you smile softly and relax a little as you get closer to Motel 8. You try to listen to the boys' conversation in the back but can't quite make out what they're saying, but you're pretty sure they're doing homework when you look behind you to see the writing down things on some paper.

Billy parks outside the Motel saying "Wait here." before he exits the car and walks inside.

"Why do we have to wait in here?" Steve asks before Eddie answers "Because it would look like we were doing something illegal if three guys walked in there with a girl asking for a one bed room?" putting his papers in his backpack.

You exit the car saying, "I'm gonna go in, you guys come in... 5 minutes?". You walk to the door and see Billy standing talking to the woman at the front desk, grabbing cash out of his wallet. You walk up behind him and stand next to him, he looks down at you before swiftly looking back to the woman, handing her the cash.

"Enjoy your stay." She smiles and hands the key to the room to Billy and we make our way to the room.

Billy opens the door, allowing you to walk in first as he follows, closing it behind him. You turn around to face him and walk into him, wrapping your hands around his waist and snuggling your head into his chest. He wraps arms around you and you look up at him.

He brings his hands to your cheeks before kissing you softly, that kiss becoming more passionate when his tongue enters your mouth. You moan into his mouth as he pushes you back until the back of your knees hit the end of the bed, causing you to sit down. The most you did with Billy was peck his lips, as with the other boys. He was a really good kisser, though.

"So beautiful." He'd whisper out to you before kissing you hungrily again. "Want you all to myself." The two of you would giggle into eachothers mouths, open mouthed kisses being exchanged.

You lie down and he'd hover over you, beginning to kiss your jaw before you hear a knock at the door. He stands up to make his way to the door before you pull him back to get one more messy kiss from him.

After then, he does walk over to the door and you sit up when he opens it and Steve and Eddie enter the room. "Any weird stares from the lady?" You ask, sarcasm lacing your tone.

"Luckily not." Steve chuckles, walking over to lay on the large bed, resting his arms behind his head and crossing his legs.

"At least take off your shoes, asshole." Eddie says, flicking an elastic to hit Steve in the face. He kicks his shoes off, "Better., asshole?" he flicks the elastic back at Eddie, who catches it before tying his long hair in a low pony.

Billy comes and stands between your legs as the other boys go and mess around with stuff in the room such as the things in the fridge and what not. He caresses your cheeks, "Sorry, got us stuck with these idiots." he chuckles softly and you laugh back.

"It's okay, it'll be fun." You smile and he lowers his head to kiss you. Your hands making their way to the back of his head to play with soft blonde curls, pulling on his mullet he'd moan into your mouth quietly.

Billy begins to unbutton his shirt, continuing to kiss you. You push his chest back, "We're starting without them?" nodding your head, smiling.

"Uhuh," He kisses you again, "they'll hear then come over here." pushing you farther into the mattress.

He removes his shirt, asking "What do you wanna do, princess?".

You think for a moment, looking up at him and he stands up, allowing you to sit up. "I want you to see me, naked." You mumble nervously.

"Okay." He walks over to the side of the bed to sit down and you finally stand up. You walk over to him and turn around asking him to unclip your necklace, moving your hair out of the way as he takes off the dainty jewelry. You take off the large hoops, placing all of them on the table that holds a lamp and phone by the bed.

You take off your flats, beginning to unbutton and unzip your pants, but don't pull them down. Rather moving to your shirt, slipping the thin material up and over your head to reveal a black bra. You look at Billy's face to examine his facial expression, wondering if he wants you to keep going. His eyes trail up from your body to your eyes, seeing how nervous you were.

He places hands on your hips and pulls you to stand between his legs, "Baby you're so pretty. If you don't wanna do this we don't have to, you do know that right?"

"I want to." You say almost too fast, "I'm just.. nervous.".

"Go slow, it's just me. I'll be gentle, baby, I promise." He kisses your tummy softly, looking back up into your eyes, "I'll tell them to be gentle too when you want them to come in.".

"They can come in now if you want.." You mumble out to him softly and he nods before calling them.

They walk out from the kitchen where they'd been doing whatever they were to see you half naked and Billy looking over his shoulder at them.

You hear Steve groan as he walks over, "Fuck, you're so pretty." making his way behind you to move your hair so he can kiss your shoulder and neck.

"You guys are gonna be gentle with her, okay?" Billy says seriously to the boys, watching your eyes. Steve nods and you hear Eddie say from behind Billy, "Course.".

You look over to Eddie who gives you a look of assurance. You smile, "Come here." calling him over.

He gets on the bed nearly beside Billy but slightly behind him. You climb onto Billy's thigh and pull Eddie's face in to kiss him softly. He rubs hands in your hair to pull you deeper into the kiss. You moan into Eddie's mouth when Billy begins to move your hips against his thigh, creating friction.

You pull away from the kiss with Eddie and smile at him before Steve pulls the back of your bra back before letting it go, making it slap against your skin. "Can I unclip it?" He asks behind you, rubbing your back softly.

You nod and hum "mhm." as Steve unclips the material. It slides down your arms and you take it off. Billy looks into your eyes before kissing your breasts softly, taking a nipple into his mouth to bite on it softly. The second you flinch and gasp is the second he stops and asks "You okay?".

You giggle "Yes, B." before kissing his lips softly and getting off his lap. You turn around to face Steve. He brings his hands up to caress your breasts softly as he leans in to kiss you tenderly with tongue.

Each if the three of them had different ways of kissing you. They were all good at it, it was just all so different.

You pull away before bringing your thumbs to belt loops in your jeans, slowly pulling them down your thighs and soon completely off your body. And now you're left in front of them purely in your black panties.

Though, soon those would be off too and you'd find your self laying beneath Billy as his cock prods at your entrance. "Are you ready?" He'd ask when you nod. "Tell me when you wanna stop, okay?" His cock enters your tight cunt to slowly push inside of you. It was painful, especially since his cock was so large it felt like forever until his full length was finally settled inside of you.

"Tell me when you want me to go." He says softly. Steve plays with your hair as your laying between his legs and Eddie whispers praises from beside you where he palms himself.

You whimper, "Can you move now." You'd ask almost permission though it was your decision. He'd begin to slowly bring his length out of you before pushing it back in. At first, it was slightly painful, until it turned into a mix of pleasure and pain. You'd moan out to him asking for him to move faster and so he does.

His thrusts become more harsh but it only gets more pleasurable each time, "Good girl, you're doing so good for me baby." Billy praises and brings his thumb to rub circles on your clit, the rest of his fingers touching your lower tummy where there's a slight bulge from his large cock pressing into you.

You feel yourself coming close to that long awaited feeling of coming undone. Something that you haven't been able to make yourself do in so long. That feeling that you've been waiting to feel from someone else for the whole 18 long years of your life spent being a virgin.

"B— I'm gonna.." You moan before he brings his face down to kiss you, "Come on baby, cum for me.. cum for us." He groans and you feel his cock twitch inside of you when you feel yourself release.

You breathe heavily as Billy pulls out of you, cumming on your tummy. You laugh quietly smiling tiredly up at him.

He gets off the bed, walking to the bathroom.

"You did so fucking good prettygirl." Eddie says as he kisses your cheek softly then pecks your lips.

"Haven't came in my pants since middle school when I saw my first playboy.." Steve chuckles, continuing to play with your hair softly.

Your tummy rumbles in a giggle as Billy walks back over to where you were on the bed with a small towel, wiping his cum off of your tummy, then wiping slick from inbetween your thighs.

"Are you tired?" Billy asks, rubbing your thighs knowing they'll likely be sore the next day. Luckily it was a Friday. You nod and sit up. He helps you stand up. He's already wearing his boxers again but you're still naked. And you didn't bring clothes to sleep in.

"What am I supposed to sleep in?" You ask and Eddie throws his hellfire t-shirt at you.

"I was about to go get food with Steve anyway, I can stop by my house or his and grab some clothes." Eddie says as he puts on his hoodie.

Billy grabs his keys from his jean pocket and throws them to Steve who's standing by the door. "Don't crash my car, Harrington. And grab me the pair of shorts I have at your house."

The two boys walk out of the house and you put on your panties, already wearing Eddie's shirt. You watch Billy walk off over to the kitchen area in which you hadn't seen yet.

You follow him over there. He looked so sexy too, wearing nothing other than boxers where you could see his large dick (that was soft too).

"You're so hot, and I've always thought that about you guys but like I've never seen you like this." You smirk at him and he only chuckles and looks away.

"Surprised I let you stay a virgin this long, especially since you felt and looked that fuckin' good." He'd walk over to you and kiss you softly with his hands on your waist, rubbing them up the shirt you were wearing to rub your bare back.

You giggle and wrap your arms around his neck to pull him down into you more.

"How was it, by the way. Are you okay? Anything hurt right now?" He'd ask and you'd nod.

"I'm fine, B. Nothing hurts.. and yes. Couldn't imagine my first time being any better." You smile up at him and walk back over to the bed, laying on your stomach. He walks up behind you and slaps your ass before jokingly saying "Next time I won't be so gentle with you then, hm?"

Next time.

[matchayogitea]

The Vampire and the Hunter - Harry Styles AU (Part 3)

Part 1

Part 2

Three days. You sighed, staring blankly into space. If only time could go by faster…

“Y/N, are you alright?”

Your best friend and roommate, Jill, gently placed a cup of tea in front of you. You didn’t notice. She called your name again, louder. “Excuse me?” you suddenly realised she had been trying to get your attention for a few minutes.

Jill rolled her eyes and laughed. “Who are you thinking about, huh? I know there’s someone you fancy, you’ve been acting so weird. Who is it?”

You smiled and took a sip of your tea, feeling instantly warmer. “His name is Harry… he’s a few years older than us…” Technically, you weren’t lying. He did mention he’d been turned into a vampire when he was 22, and you and Jill were both 19. “I don’t know him that well, but I’m supposed to go out with him tonight…”

Jill cheered and sat beside you on the sofa, grabbing a pillow and crossing her legs. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?! You have to tell me everything about the date tomorrow! What does Harry do? Is he in college?”

She started firing question after question and you couldn’t help but laugh. “I don’t know for sure, I think he might be, but he’s not originally from London.” That, at least, was the truth. Harry’s accent didn’t resemble the typical Londoner’s, though you didn’t know where he came from exactly. It was just one of the many things you longed to ask him.

When you’d parted with Harry a few days before you’d agreed to meet that night, not in a park or a cemetery though. You would meet at Westminster and have a walk around the area, one of your favourite bits of the city. You wanted to get to know Harry, you knew basically nothing about him…

and, since you weren’t going hunting, you could actually afford to dress a little less practical and a bit cuter for once. You asked Jill for advice and you eventually ended up wearing dark grey skinny jeans, a tight black shirt and a cute dark red jacket. You never wore too much make up, just the right amount, but this time you ended up carefully applying eyeliner, eyeshadow and mascara, creating a smokey eye effect, then you put on some foundation to even the skin tone and finally coral red lipstick. You were ready and tried to ignore Jill’s smooching sounds as you put on your boots and left.

When you reached Westminster you looked around, but didn’t spot Harry. Maybe you were early…

“Hello.”

A deep, husky voice made you turn around. Harry was standing there, holding a single red rose, smiling. Your heartbeat increased at once and you blushed slightly as you gladly accepted the flower, thanking him. “How are you?” you asked, feeling a bit stupid because of the corny question.

“I’m well. What about you?”

Clad in his black, elegant coat, eyes tender and fixated on you, a small smile curling his lips, Harry looked absolutely flawless.

“Me too…”

You might have been a vampire hunter, but you were also a nineteen year old girl who could be very shy at times and right then was one of those occasions. After finding out Harry cared about you as well, after agreeing to meet on a proper date, you didn’t know what to talk about, how to act. Harry wasn’t a regular guy and you still couldn’t believe you’d got yourself in such a mess, attracted by a vampire. Thank goodness your mentors had no idea about it, nor your best friends.

“You look lovely tonight.” Harry whispered, his deep voice giving you goosebumps. He smiled again. “Would you like to go for a walk?”

You nodded and the two of you headed towards Tower Bridge, both of you silent, stealing glances at each other. Harry struck you as the silent type and you didn’t want things to get awkward between you two, you felt like you had to initiate a conversation.

“Harry… I don’t know much about you…”

He nodded, as serious as ever. “What would you like to know?”

You hesitated, before posing one of the questions you were most curious about. “You told me you were 22 when you… were turned. What year was that?”

He kept silent at first, gazing at the night sky, before looking at you again. “It was exactly one century ago, in 1914. World War 1 had just started. So I guess you could say I’m 122 years old, given that was my age when it happened.”

You were taken aback. You weren’t sure of the average vampire age - if there even was such a thing- and Harry becoming a vampire during the War… was there a connection? “Oh…” you didn’t want to ask. What if something painful had happened then? Stupid, whatever happened was painful for sure, his whole life changed! you silently reprimanded yourself.

“When you met me did you think I was older, or younger?”

“Well, I couldn’t really guess your age…” you observed him. He looked his age, but if one didn’t know one could guess Harry was between 20 and 26 years old. “If you don’t mind me asking, where are you from?”

“Holmes Chapel, Cheshire.” So he had a Cheshire accent. You had never been to that part of England. “I’ve travelled a lot, but that’s my home town. It used to be very small, so unlike London, I doubt you have heard of it. Though I don’t know what it’s like now… last time I went there was probably thirty years ago.”

You weren’t even born back then. Feeling a bit weirded out you nodded. “Where have you lived?”

“Lots of countries. Italy, France, Ireland… the US… Singapore… Japan…” he paused, studying the look on your face. “Surprised? When you have so much time you find yourself wanting to explore new places.”

You couldn’t even imagine living in so many different countries, having all the time in the world. “I’ve only travelled a bit around Europe, but… I think it would be lovely to be able to go everywhere…”

Harry stopped walking, leaning against the railing of Tower Bridge. He stared at the Thames, silent. In the moonlight he looked breathtaking and you couldn’t take your eyes off him, so many questions running through your mind. You wanted to know more about him, but you didn’t know how to ask personal questions without possibly hurting him. And you were scared of finding out something bad, something painful.

You got closer and decided to settle for something simple. “When did you come back to London?”

“Ten years ago. Before that, I’d only been in London a couple of times, but I’d never lived here. I like it very much.” He smiled and glanced at you. “Where are you from?”

“Canterbury.” you replied in a whisper. You were still trying to come to terms with your attraction to Harry and everything he was telling you. “It’s only a couple of hours by train, my family lives there. I moved here last year for college, and…” you bit your lip. Shortly after moving to London you’d found out about vampires, about your destiny as a hunter, about all the Supernatural things. It had been a rough year.

“Canterbury is a lovely town.” A gentle breeze was blowing, messing your hair a bit, and Harry delicately tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. Contrary to any possible expectation concerning vampires, he had the softest touch, he was very graceful. “I’ve been there a few times. I love the Cathedral.”

You looked at him, perplexed. “You… can go inside?”

Harry smiled and shook his head. “I can’t. But I visited once, when I was still human. I vividly remember it, everything inside was stunning.”

Your mentors had taught you the basics at first and kept teaching you more and more, there was still much you needed to learn, but what you knew for sure about vampires was: they avoided going outside during the day, they wouldn’t go unless it was cloudy or rainy and when they did they were weaker, slower. They could only be killed by beheading them, burning them to the core or piercing their heart with a wooden stake. They couldn’t go inside churches, get near crosses or holy water… you supposed even if Harry belonged to a specific, “kinder” race, it made no difference and gave him no privileges in that sense.

“It hasn’t been easy for you.” Harry suddenly said, looking at the horizon, again. “Maybe I shouldn’t have revealed myself, but that night… I had to help you.”

“I am glad you did.” you assured him, taking his hand, gently squeezing it. “I know almost nothing about you and you barely know anything about me… but…” you didn’t want to admit it. You didn’t want to give in and say it out loud. If you did, you wouldn’t be able to take it back and everything would feel even more real.

You let go of Harry’s hand and sighed. “I must be out of my mind. I don’t even know your full name.”

“Harold Edward Styles.” he immediately told you, smiling slightly. “I know it’s a bit old fashioned, but I was born in 1892, after all.”

“It’s a lovely name.” Harry could probably have given you any other name and you’d still believe that, since you fancied him so much. “I… sorry, this is very personal, you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to… do you still have any relatives left?”

Harry shook his head. “Not that I know of. Because of the War… well, I had an older brother, but he passed away then. I also had an older sister…” his gaze became distant, but only for a moment. “She also passed away. She had only been married for a short time when she died, she was very young. Of course, my parents, my uncles and aunts, everybody passed away in time.”

You had no idea how to reply. It was only natural that Harry’s closest family members would have passed away decades before, but it was still sad. You’d hoped that maybe, just maybe, he still had distant relatives left, but even so… he couldn’t exactly tell them who he was, could he?

“Do you have a big family?” Harry asked you, changing topic.

You two chatted for a while, you told him about your parents and that you had a younger sister who still lived with them in Canterbury. You walked and walked, the conversation got more relaxed and you both had the opportunity to learn more about each other.

~~~~

“I had fun with you, Harry…”

This time you hadn’t really minded about him walking home with you, mostly because you didn’t want to part from him. It was only midnight, not exactly late for Harry, but you had to get up early in the morning. Still, it was hard to say goodbye.

“I had fun, too. Y/N…” he gingerly leaned closer, then stepped back. “Sorry.”

You had believed, for one wild second, that he would kiss you, sweep you off your feet. But when Harry hesitated you were reminded, for the nth time, that you two couldn’t afford the luxury of giving in to your feelings, ignoring any rational behaviour.

Harry was a vampire, he couldn’t enter your place unless you invited him first. You always felt safe at home because of that, you knew no vampires could get in. But… “I won’t ask you to come in, not this time.” you whispered, getting closer to him. “I think nothing bad will happen if we just…” you didn’t finish your sentence. Both you and Harry moved at the same time and pressed your lips together.

The kiss was nothing like anything you’d experienced before. It was sweet and gentle at first, then it gradually started becoming passionate and needy. You only pulled away because you needed to breathe and when you did you noticed Harry’s green eyes had got a bit darker. “Are you okay?”

“Yes…”

Harry pulled you against him and kissed you again. His lips were soft, his tongue warm, his scent enticing. You could feel the temperature rise as you two exchanged kisses, your body heating up, your mind going blank.

You weren’t able to part for a very long time.