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Day 2: Roleplay - Ghostface!Steve Harrington

Summary: It had been your idea to dress up for Halloween as characters from Scream but what happens when you forget it’s Steve under the mask.

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, consensual non-consent (CNC), roleplay, fear play, mask kink, being chased, discussion of safe words, groping, fingering, edging, hair pulling, rough sex, hand over mouth, creampie

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“I think I'm getting old”, came the frustrated grumble from your tired, fussy boyfriend Steve Harrington. His words weren’t boisterous as he muttered them under his breath, rubbing the back of his neck and staring down at the costume laid out for him on the bed.

Not reacting to him immediately, you continue applying the eyeshadow to your eyelid, smiling as you peeked at him in the mirror, his hands resting on his hips. Biting your lip to refrain from grinning or laughing, you innocently asked, “Why’s that Stevie?”

“Because I don’t want to go to this stupid party! I just wanna stay in and watch movies”. Steve began running his fingers through his recently washed hair, the ends curling gently over the tips of his shoulders but fluffy in texture as he had yet to style it with spray and gel.

You placed your brush on the dressing table and gave him your full attention in the mirror's reflection. “It's not a stupid party; it’s a Halloween party! There’s a difference”, you say enthusiastically to try and perk up his spirits. Steve continued to look down at the bed, only raising an eyebrow in a half-ass attempt at showing his excitement, so you turned on your stool, facing directly towards him. Sighing forcefully, you stood and approached with long, sweeping steps. “Come on! It’s only this one party, and then we can stay in for the rest of the year!” Trying to use all your manipulative tactics to sweeten him up. Fluttering your eyelashes up at him, your arms circled his waist, lifting his strong arms to settle over your shoulders.

Steve finally managed to tear his gaze away from the costume and towards you, but only so he could dramatically pout out his full bottom lip, his long, thick eyelashes curling up and nearly stroking his eyebrows as you melted into his warm coffee-coloured eyes. He was so handsome, and he didn’t even have to try.

Your nimble fingers slid beneath his shirt to feel the soft skin of his hips as you continued to try and elevate his excitement, “It’ll be fine, Steve, I promise”. Lifting onto your tiptoes, you captured his pouted lips with a brief, sweet kiss.

“It’s just not the same as they used to be. Are you sure you don’t want me to drive us there so it’ll save us some time to get back home again?” Steve asked as his hands smoothed over your bare shoulders, pulling you flush against his body and his warmth seeping into your skin.

You pulled away a step to give him a deadpan look, “It’s only a block away. I’m sure you’ll survive, and anyway, if you hate it, we can leave at any point”.

“Promise?”

“I promise, but we are still going. I’ve spent way too much money on the costumes to let them go to waste”, you explain whilst pulling out of his hold and sitting back in front of the mirror to continue finishing your makeup.

Steve’s attention returned to his costume, picking up the black cloak and white mask and holding it out in front of him. “Ok, I can take a quick guess as to who I’m dressing up as, but who are you supposed to be?”

You were still in your underwear, but to show him who you meant, you quickly flicked on the shoulder-length blonde wig and turned to him. “I’m Casey Becker, you know, Drew Barrymore, the girl that got killed at the start of Scream. I’m her after your Ghostface character kills me”, you explain whilst pointing to the wool cream jumper covered in splotches of deep red fake blood to match the stains on your neck and chest.

“Right”, Steve mutters before chewing on his lip, fingers once more returning to stroke through his hair before he reluctantly moves to the bathroom to continue getting ready, costume in hand.

You smiled triumphantly to yourself and continued getting ready, dressed in the simple jeans and once-cream jumper now decorated with fake stab wounds.

Waiting impatiently for Steve, with your arms crossed and foot tapping on the floor, you gently knocked on the bathroom door, asking, “You ready in there, Ghostface?”

As if he was waiting for you, the door swung open almost immediately, making you jump back on instinct, but the sight before you caused a deep warmth to flush through your body. The white scream mask was resting on the top of his head, pushing his hair out of his eyes so you could still see his face, but seeing Steve in the black cloak was doing something erotic to your body; you knew this outfit would be the right decision.

Steve's mouth opened as if he was going to say something, but he noticed how you shifted your weight from one foot to another, watching your eyes unfocus as they travelled up the length of his lean body, and he knew that you were becoming aroused. Confidence pumped through his veins as his spine straightened so he could pump his chest out slightly before casually leaning against the door frame, his ankle crossed over the other.

“Let me guess, you’re into this? You little freak”, he trailed off as he visually inspected your costume. Even though it wasn’t revealing anyway, his pupils expanded as he bit his lip hungrily.

Blinking quickly and shaking your head, you tried to snap your attention back to him and not all of the nasty thoughts of him wearing this costume whilst pleasuring you. Glancing away from him, you tried to remain casual and calm, “I don’t know what you mean, Harrington. Come on, let’s go, we’re already late”.

The two of you walked in the moonlight, the streetlights blinking from being faulty, but that didn’t stop the two of you from swinging your clasped hands between your bodies. Steve still had his mask pushed up onto his head so that he could watch his step and still look towards you and his vision not be distorted.

“So what is it that you like? Is it the violence? The costume? The evilness? The murder”, he extended the last word as he dipped his face and knocked his forehead against your cheek as you pushed him away laughing.

You didn’t answer him, but he was sure to have noticed how warm your face was and the unsubtle looks you were giving him from the corner of your eye. To be frank, you were near enough drooling over him in the slash killer costume. You weren’t sure what it was; maybe you were falling into the fantasy, knowing the character was a psycho killer but had your beautiful boyfriend's face, knowing he wouldn’t hurt you but still looked scary and murderous.

Steve continued talking, not phased by your silence, “Maybe I should wear this costume when we get home, especially as it’s getting you so hot and bothered. I haven’t seen you like this since I was in my scoops ahoy sailors outfit”. His sizeable, warm hand squeezed yours to show he was teasing as his shoulder bumped into yours.

“Will you stop it? We’re nearly there, and then you can go and annoy someone else”, you say matter-of-factly.

Steve scoffs, “Why would I want to do that when I seem to be doing such a good job of annoying you?”. Without missing a beat, he released your hand, but only so he could wrap his arms around your waist to spin you around on the spot, causing you to scream out and kick your legs to try and make him put you down.

“Steve, stop!” you laughed despite the harshness of your tone. Thankfully, when he finally placed you back onto your two feet, he kissed your lips, then returned to holding your hand and tugging you along for the rest of the journey towards the party.

Once the two of you had arrived, he kept his mask down, which was where you became even more confused and momentarily forgot that it was Steve and not a random guy. Especially as he kept quietly stalking up next to you, and after a few times of you jumping in freight, he found his new favourite game for the night; the drinking and the dancing were not his priority with his plans for the night.

Steve even managed to sneak into the bathroom as he overheard you saying to Robin that you were about to go and use it. He hid behind the shower curtain, waiting for you to use the toilet before sliding behind your warm body as you washed your hands, his hands caging around you, forcing your hips into the countertop.

You screamed in fright as his mask hovered close to the shell of your ear. “What’s your favourite scary movie?” he asked, trying to use a low voice to copy the movie.

For a second, you forgot it was Steve, the thumping from your heart showing your anxiety until it all returned to you. Glaring at him in the mirror whilst clutching your chest, you chastised him, “Steve! You scared the fucking shit out of me, stop doing that!”

Steve only laughed at your reaction, loosening his hold around you enough that you could turn in his arms and push up his mask to see his hair wet from sweat sticking to his forehead and a broad smile across his handsome face.

“Sorry baby, I didn’t mean to scare you; it’s only me! Anyway, I don’t know why you keep freaking out; you’re the one who wanted me to wear this outfit”.

You were about to continue telling him off when he cut you off with a simple press of his lips against yours, lingering for a second and capturing your breath before pulling away, his lids heavy as he stared at the area where you were both just connected. He always knew how to win you around again, and you instantly found yourself forgiving him for the jump scare.

Gently you shoved his chest before gripping a handful of the black cloak, mumbling, “Asshole, I thought we were supposed to be a team”.

Steve’s gloved fingers tipped your chin so you’re forced to look up at him as he gave you a condescending head tilt. “Aww, you don’t have to be scared of me, Princess. I won’t hurt you. Unless that’s what you want, hmm?” his voice lowered as he pushed his body further against yours, his chest brushing against yours as his face dropped closer. He was so close that you could smell the beer on his breath, and you were entirely ready to fall into whatever he had planned, which, with the look he was giving you, was something naughty.

However, all of your hopes and dreams for having a quick fuck were destroyed as Steve dramatically bellowed, “Maybe I’ll gut you like a fish! Blah”, he began to act out, stabbing your stomach with the retractable plastic knife that was a part of the costume.

A heavy sigh left your mouth as you rolled your eyes, pushing past him as he pretended blood was spurting out of your middle, mimicking actions and being his usual goofy self. Usually, you’d be laughing with him. Still, damn, you were distracted and highly hopeful for the other things you had planned, slightly disappointed that he hadn’t gone through with them, especially as you were only seconds away from sinking to your knees and submitting to him.

The party continued for a few more hours, and Steve was more than ready to leave; having stopped drinking at midnight, he was getting to the end of his social battery. You were, too, so the two of you, thankfully, exited the silent streets hand in hand. You looked significantly different from when you’d arrived; the wig was missing as others had been trying it on, and now, it had disappeared, and the make-up and fake blood had mostly sweated off from your brief stints of dancing.

On the other hand, Steve still looked effortlessly beautiful, with his outfit still looking the same, but you were sure he must have been sweating under the thick, dark material.

Halfway home, your steps were abruptly halted as Steve stopped, patting over his clothes, looking for something, and cursing loudly when he couldn’t find it. “Shit, fuck! I left the keys at the party!”

“What! Steve, I’m not walking back there. Why did you even take them out of your pocket?!” you rub your tired eyes, frustrated and adamant that you wouldn’t walk the small distance back to the party.

Steve gave you an apologetic smile, and his lips pressed together firmly. “I’m sorry, babe, I’ll only be a minute; just wait here.” He turned and began jogging back to the party, around the corner and out of your sight.

Standing in the quiet Halloween night, the chill from the autumnal breeze ran more profound than just your skin as you became instantly unnerved by being on your own as the streetlamp at the end of the street continued to flick on and off. Rubbing your hands up and down your arms to try and keep yourself warm, you quietly whispered to yourself for Steve to hurry up, wanting nothing more than to be in bed with his arms wrapped around you.

“Come on, Stevie”, you pleaded under your breath, the warmth of it fogging in the air in front of your face. Dancing on the spot slightly, you moved your numbing fingers down your sides to slide them into your back pockets to steal some heat, but then they were interrupted by the cool metal of your door keys. “Shit!” you fumed, not remembering that you’d had the keys on you the entire time, and Steve didn’t forget them and had made a wasted trip.

Staring in the direction he’d left again, you internally cursed yourself, knowing that Steve would return pissed off and irritable with you. Deciding that it would probably save some time if you also returned to the party to find Steve, you took a single step back down the street, but a branch crack splintered through the air. Your head twisted toward the noise, but all you could see were twisting, endless shadows that even the occasional flash of the street light couldn’t illuminate.

Taking a deep breath to try and steady the nerves that were tremouring through your body, enough so that you clasped your fingers together to see if that would cease the movements. Maybe you were paranoid, but you could have sworn someone was watching. You wouldn’t even say it was paranoia anymore as you were sure someone was watching because the hairs along your arms and the back of your neck stood on end.

MybMaybe was just some drunken kids from the party or someone in one of the homes that lined the streets looking out of the window to see who was standing on the sidewalk. However, you couldn’t spot any curtains opening or see any drunken person stumbling with their steps.

You weren’t sure what to do; usually, when you felt uncomfortable or frightened, you would be with Steve, and he’d do anything to pull you out of the situation. You could run back to your home, but then you’d be there all by yourself, and then what would happen when Steve left the party to find that you weren’t waiting for him anymore? Maybe you could go back towards the party and meet Steve, but that also meant you’d be walking past the area where the loud noise had come from.

“Is anyone there?!” you shouted in the general direction of the noise, hoping it would draw people's attention or frighten off whoever was there.

“Don’t you watch scary movies? You’re never supposed to shout who’s there”. Out of the shadows creeped Ghostface, his mask down and the plastic knife in his gloved hand at his side.

Thankfully, for once, due to your body being on high alert, you instantly remembered that this was Steve and not a stranger and recognised his voice, which had been challenging to do at the party.

Clutching your chest, you sucked in a greedy breath, “Steve! You fucking scared me. Why the hell would you do that?” Steve didn’t respond. He just casually strolled forward, almost swaggering with his steps, masked head tilted slightly. Trying to calm your pounding heart, you nervously pulled the keys out of your back pocket to show him, I’ve got the keys. I’m sorry, I didn’t even know I had them in my jeans pockets”. You rambled on, the nerves continuing to take over your body as he didn’t say anything, just taking step after step towards you.

The keys in your hand rattled from your shakes, and finally, instinct took over as you took a giant step backwards, away from Steve. Your thoughts were all over the place. This was Steve; you could tell by the height and build, and it had been his voice that had spoken/ However, the way he was walking towards you like he was searching for his prey, his next victim, the thrill of it all gave you the wrong reaction, despite your fear, you were getting turned on by it.

Warmth bloomed in the apples of your cheeks that spread through your chest and deep into your abdomen, nipples pebbling beneath your jumper and rubbing against the inside of your bra. With each step that Steve took forward, you’d take one backwards, a game of cat and mouse ensuring.

A moment of silence passed, the two of you just staring at one another, until he lifted his fake knife and your eyes were drawn to this as he drawled, “Aren’t you going to run, Princess?”

It was an automatic response, the flight or fight intuition kicking in as you immediately ran. You ran like there was an actual killer after you, adrenaline and fear pulsing through your veins that helped keep your instincts on high alert as you ran toward your home. Even though your home wasn’t far away, it still felt like an eternity of running, the muscles straining and chest burning from sucking cold air desperately as you finally collided with your front door.

You’d been unable to hear Steve close behind you, but you didn’t waste any time, fingers trembling as you pressed the key into the lock and turned, rushing inside, slamming the door closed, and flicking the lock.

You waited, listening and waiting for him to bang on the door, but only silence greeted you from outside and the thumping of your terrified heart and heavy breaths in your ear. Steve didn’t turn up; even as you looked through the door's peephole, he still wasn’t there, so you took a few steps away, frowning in confusion.

Then it dawned on you. The back door. The back door, where Steve knew where the keys were hidden in the plant pot.

Spinning quickly, your sneakers squeaked on the hardwood floor as you’d intended to run to the back door to check it was still closed, but a prominent dark figure blocked your route. Once again, you knew it was Steve, even from how he was breathing heavily, the outline of his broader form and the faint smell of his aftershave that you could smell now that he was closer.

You weren’t entirely sure how far he wanted to go with this playing around, but you were not going to ruin the moment and willing to see just what Steve had in mind.

Taking a shaky step backwards away from the figure, you lifted your hands, palms up in defeat. “My boyfriend will be home soon, and he’s big; he’ll kick your ass”, your voice wobbled, which was half put on by you but also a little bit truthful with the anticipation.

Ghostface chuckled lowly, his head tilting, and the dominance and lure of the sight had your insides clenching with need.

“Oh, your boyfriend won’t be helping you tonight. No one will”, Steve stated confidently and didn’t give you any warning before he bolted forward. The rush caused you to jump and scream, turning and running in the opposite direction, but it was a useless attempt as his arms wrapped around your waist, pushing forward until you were flush against the wall, his chest hard against your back. You struggled and whimpered in his hold, trying to sound as desperate as possible, but Steve held firm but not enough to hurt.

The mark was next to your ear as he growled, “Now, where do you think you’re going, huh? I thought we could have some fun. What do you say?” You struggled against but mostly so you could grind your ass against his hips, showing him you wanted to keep playing.

However, your lack of words had your boyfriend freezing, the tone of his voice softening as he whispered, “Colour?”

Huffing out a laugh at his concern and momentary slip of the roleplay, you whispered against the wall, “Very fucking green”. You found it endearing that he still ensured you were okay and wanted to continue.

That seemed to be the last of the friendly acts, however, as Steve pushed harder against your body until your cheek was firm against the cool wallpapered wall, the plastic of his mask against the back of your neck. His gloved hands shifted lower over the front of your body, over the mounds of your breasts, your jumper-covered navel and past your hips until he was cupping your jean-covered cunt with a deep moan that rumbled against your back.

It was an automatic response to mewl and rolled your hips into the hold, feeling the pressure from your underwear digging into your clit but needing more. Your noises turned back into whimpers as his fingers quickly snapped over the button of your jeans, and his hand disappeared beneath the material until he was cupping you again, but this time directly to your skin. You pulled your hips away this time, but primarily because of the uncomfortable material; his gloves were cheap synthetic material and were rough against your sensitive, throbbing clit as his palm pressed against it.

Steve chuckled, the tips of his index and middle finger close to your entrance, and for a moment, you were worried he was going to finger you with the rough material; you weren’t sure it would feel nice, but this wasn’t what he was laughing at. “You’re such a desperate little thing aren’t you? I can feel how wet you are through the gloves”.

Your entire body warmed in embarrassment. You should have guessed that he would have felt how turned on you are, especially with how you could feel the slick gathered in your underwear, but you hadn’t considered him feeling it through the gloves.

Ghostface, always the one to tease and humiliate, then did something that had your gasps turning into surprise and shock. The pressure of his glove hand disappeared from between your legs, and from your position, you could see it disappear beneath his mask, where a sucking noise could then be heard as he devoured the juices from the fabric gloves.

“S-St-“ his name was on the tip of your tongue, mostly on instinct to submit to him by moaning his name, but you were also cut off by a deep, gravely groan as the man trapping you against the wall showed you just how much he loved your taste. His hips rolled against your lower back first, thrusting his clothed but painfully hard cock into you, then his hand reappeared from beneath the mask, but this time without the glove as he’d pulled it off with his teeth and dropped onto the floor.

“Why is it you always taste so much better when you’re scared?” he continues to taunt, and you knew it wasn’t a normal reaction, but your pussy clenched so hard that Ghostface had to wait a moment before he was able to push his fingers back into your underwear and his middle and ring finger penetrated your eagerly awaiting hole.

You rose onto your tip toes whilst attempting to back into him to rub yourself against him, but he held you firmly against the wall. His fingers did not waste any time either as they gathered the slick to coat the entire length of his two digits and pumped in and out with a slight curl as he pulled out.

Once more, it was on instinct that your hips were rocking to match his movements, pleasuring pounding into your core as your eyes closed, whimpers slipping from your parted lips that you wouldn’t be able to hold back even if you tried to What’s more the position was adding to the thrill, your hands sprayed and pressed against the cool wall, your cheek aching from the pressure of being pushed forward and the warm body surrounding your entire back with the plastic part of his masks against the back of your head as he rested his temple against you, watching and listening to every little noise that he caused you to make.

Ghostface doesn’t stop pleasuring you, his fingers continuing to pump into you as his palm occasionally pressed firmly against your clit, adding more stimulation. You were a sopping wet mess that could feel that familiar tightening between your legs. Where his fingers curled, and strokes began to harden as your orgasm tingled on the very edge; just one or two more movements and you’d be right there.

But Ghostface knew you were getting to that point, could hear and see how close you were, and he wasn’t having that, not yet anyway, so he swiftly pulled his hand out of your underwear.

“Uh uh, I don’t think so. Did you really think I’d let you cum? Definitely not; where would be the fun in that?” he laughs to emphasise his mocking, making you feel degraded and mind-muddled from needing him to continue pleasuring you but also wanting to push him away so he could stop being so mean.

With your minimal room, you tried to force your elbow into his stomach, but he could already sense your move and began sharply tugging on your hair with his still-wet fingers. His other arm circled your middle, helping with his grip and plan to move you away from the wall. Due to his taller size, he could easily manipulate you to walk in the direction of the kitchen; both of you can only walk without hitting any furniture due to muscle memory and the thin slither of light streaking through the blinds from the blinking street light.

Breath rushed out of you as Ghostface pushed you over your wooden table, your hands and face again pressed against the surface. You were dazed from the fingering, so you didn’t immediately react when he roughly pulled down your jeans and underwear until they were discarded somewhere in the darkness. In actuality, you sighed in relief from having the air breeze over your aching cunt and only responded with your own needs as your hips wiggled enticingly towards the man behind you.

This was rewarded with a sharp smack to your left arse cheek, halting any fuzzy happiness you’d been wrapped in. A leg shifted between your legs, shifting them further apart as the sound of clothes shuffling was heard from behind you as Ghostface began to lift his cloak and bunch it around his hips.

You weren’t able to see him correctly over your shoulder, but your pussy clenched with anticipation, especially as you were only able to see the mask. It still scared you, but knowing it was Steve only made you back up into him until his cock was suddenly being thrust between your arse cheeks.

“Careful now, Princess, don’t want to be stabbed with something now, do we?” Ghostface chuckled right before he slipped his cock, inch after inch, into your pulsing hole. He wasn’t slow; he moved with intent, wanting it to be overwhelming, which is just what you wanted, and automatically, you raised onto your tip toes even whilst leaning over the table.

“Fuck!” you shouted, eyes shutting as all thoughts focused on the fullness you felt between your legs and the desperate need for more.

“Nope, none of that, don’t want the neighbours hearing or your boyfriend, got to keep nice and quiet whilst I fuck whats mines”, Ghostface grunted sharply as the hand that was still gloved now wrapped around your mouth, so you were forced to breathe heavily out of your nose.

On instinct, you gripped his wrist but didn’t pull away and just tried to concentrate on controlling your breaths as his hips began to move in short, quick rotations. In and out, sloppy fast thrusts that had deep warmth radiating from your cunt and down your thighs.

Sweat was gathering over your body from behind, stimulated and so close to Ghostface, who was also like a human radiator with all his clothes layers. You could feel that he had been wearing jeans as they brushed with each thrust against your sensitive thighs, and it only again reminded you that this was Steve as your hips shifted back to meet his.

It didn’t take long for you to feel the pressure increasing again like it had just before you moved away from the hallway wall. You wanted to cum, no, you needed to cum, wanting to soak Ghostface’s jeans with your juices, wanting to be good for the fake murderer and show that you could cum on his cock.

“You wanna cum? I can feel you getting tighter”, Ghostface asked next to your ear, his voice rough and gravely from where he was out of breath.

He momentarily released his cover of your mouth to allow you to speak, “Yes, please!”.

Ghostface wanted to laugh at your polite response, already knowing you were slipping into a submissive headspace from the way you were backing up to meet his thrusts and holding onto his wrist like it was your lifeline. But he wanted to keep the roleplaying going for a little longer, even though he was desperate to hear your sweet orgasmic mewls.

His hand again covered your lips as he tutted, “No, I don’t think so. I’m going to cum first, and then you can cum, but not until I do.”

You cried against his palm, feeling like your breath was stuck in your throat as you tried to control your euphoria, but it was difficult to do that and breathe through your nose.

Dizziness swayed through your mind as you slumped against the table, releasing your hold of his wrist as you needed to try and control yourself. Ghostface noticed the change and would have kissed the back of your head if he didn’t have his mask on, so he finally allowed you some comfort by releasing his hold on your mouth, letting you suck in deep breaths that filled your lungs.

This allowed him to hold onto your hips, holding you still and fucking deeper, his bulbous tip brushing against your cervix and thighs bruising into the edge of the table. Faster and harder, he moved, chasing his orgasm until finally his balls tightened to his body, and his shaft hardened with each spurt of hot seed that began to coat your inner walls.

You could feel it and hear Ghostfaces’ orgasm, and you finally relaxed the mental torture of holding back your orgasm and came with him. Your walls clenched in quick flutters that helped to milk the last drops of Ghostface’s cum before he collapsed over your back, mask resting on your shoulder and hands on either side of your head.

The two of you were breathing heavily, too lost in the moment even to talk before he moved first. Starting with a gasp, Steve pulled off his face, and you could see over your shoulder that his hair was drenched, sticking to his forehead and face gleaming in the small streaks of light.

“Fuck, it was warm in there; they need to make them with a small fan inside or something, holy shit!” Steve sits up slightly but still leaning his hands on either side of your head, and he catches your eye and grins, showing all of his teeth and eyes crinkling in the corners. “As much as I’ve loved this, I’ve missed kissing you” he dipped his face and kissed your cheek, leaving a few drips of his sweat on your skin, but you didn’t care, not when he was looking at you in a way that was making your heart race.

“So that mask, we’re keeping it, right?” you finally speak, voice hoarse as you try to smile over your shoulder at him, feeling his cock softening within you.

“Oh, for sure, you kinky little minx”, he agrees, kissing your cheek again.

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squeakadeeks · 1 year ago

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How I made my glowing stardust cookie wig with translucent spray paint and button battery LEDs

I started with a pure white arda wigs jaguar that was already fully styled since you will need all the shapes to be set before adding color. To style it, I did the classic "heat the fibers upside down, tease via backcombing, brush them out, heat and tease again, brush out...again" method that is formally outlined in my karna tutorial. You dont have to have your shapes perfectly locked in before adding in color since you will be brushing it out once more, but you will need all of your teasing and heat training to be done before adding color.

Stardust Cookie's wig involves leaving the bangs pure white and the back sections blue. There are a million ways to do this (start with a blue wig and add a white bang front, airbrush color, dye wefts and sew them together, etc) but the method that was the most economical for me involved using krylon translucent spray paint. I know using spray paint on a wig sounds scary and i would not use an enamel or fully opaque spray paint on a wig, but the krylon translucent spray paint is shockingly soft, flexible, and goes on in light coats.

To keep the bangs white, I pinned down some cling wrap all around the bangs and made sure the line was snug. at this point I very gingerly began applying spray paint to the back sections of the wig. I did this in very light coats at a distance of about 18 inches from the wig. Honestly right after spraying, the fibers were still soft and the coverage was as good as i was expecting to get, but i did take a hog bristle brush and thoroughly combed out the fibers after this stage. This helps break up any strings and more evenly distributed the color.

This method works well if you want a soft color that does not need to be perfectly uniform. And I knew since I was adding lights below, that the color coverage itself didn't matter a whole lot, so long as it was translucent, didn't have any major streaks or clumps, and light could get out smoothly.

To add lights to the wig, there are 4 button-battery 30-LED fairy light packs glued into the underside netting of the wig. Always be sure to check if your LED wires can withstand hot glue heat before application (but most standard LED packs can withstand a low heat setting.) I did not have any problems with the heat of the wig + my body heat causing problems with the LEDs after being worn for several hours. These lights provide a diffuse, background glow throughout the wig and can be seen through the blue color. the below image of the wig only has lights underneath the netting (only one pack on for that image).

To light up the upper parts of the wig, there is one pack of LEDs threaded through the teased, textured bases of the spikes. Because these lights are on top of the netting and going through the textured sections, they scatter off of the teased hair and provide illumination to the higher parts of the wig. below is an image of the wig with only the single "top" lights lit.

and that's how I made this wig! Other than that the rhinestones and other accessories were just glued on w/ hot glue. This wig looks nice in person and on camera and is stable. Granted its a little uncomfortable since you can feel the wires and the battery packs ngl but i've certainly worn worse. You can use hairspray on top of the translucent spray paint in small amounts, but in general i would proceed with caution since if nothing else, it may make the fibers look particularly stringy (which is why i highly recommend heat-set styles for this application over hairspray-set ones)

Believe me you can go pretty far with a "let me just slap some LEDs in there with a bit of glue" attitude when it comes to adding lights to stuff.

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ruexsdrty · 7 months ago

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thinking about thief!reader who hates her identity so much that she always plays as somebody else. once she ended up stumbling across an open vault being ravaged by raiders. what did she do? steal a vault-tec suit and a pip-boy of some dead vaultie.

just like that, she has a whole power-armour in her family bunker where none of her family lives anymore. just outfits upon outfits of gangs and organisations and what-not. just to stand out, just to be anything other than the average bleak mediocre barely-surviving wastelander.

a different helmet, a different cap or armour for each different persona—a sweet vaultie turned bitter for revenge, an all-sacrificing BOS Knight helping the wasteland, a good-intentioned scavanger, a sharp-tongued druggie from Goodneighbour. The list could be endless and she wasn't planning on ending it short anytime soon. If she could dress up as a Synth, trust her she would.

Hell, she even made a disgusting Ghoul face mask. Hiding from raiders had never went so right when she took refuge inside some abandoned costume house. Most of the good stuff was gone, like the beautiful wig of red hair on a wall poster. but some of the weirder things were there, like the zombie mask she found on a wall shack in the corner. it wasn't smooth, it had ridges and a rough texture—something that could pass as a ghoul's skin. and you bet she wasted no time to shove it in her bag along with a bunch of other clothes.

maybe while she was having scaring some innocent wastelanders as a ghoul—not a feral one—she could cross paths with The Ghoul, him catching a whiff that something is up but doesn't pay much mind to it. or maybe they meet each other during some sort of fight with an irradiated beast, realising that her huffs don't sound much like a ghoul's, her voice is too soft and sweet for it. or maybe they meet each other when she's trying to patch herself up in a bathroom of some empty pharmacy that he had walked into to grab some vials because ghouls don't need bandages or radaways. the possibilities are endless 😭

#cooper howard #fo4 #fallout shitpost #gaming #video games #fanfiction #oc #fallout oc #brotherhood of steel #the ghoul #vault dweller #the ghoul x oc #the ghoul x reader #the ghoul x you

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daiseukiis · 20 days ago

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MANEATER ; killer peter alipede x oc fic that will probably never leave my drafts ( this was just a random scene )

jihoon entered the room right after haeun, closing the doors behind him. with a small glance back and listening to the click of the door closing she instantly turned around. her body leans onto his, chest to chest as wraps her arms around his shoulders to pull herself closer. cherry lip glossed lips connect to the soft touch of jihoon’s without skipping a beat. jihoon accepts her actions, hands travelling down to the crevasses of her ass. their lips tugged and pulled, tongues fighting for dominance with soft moans escaping haeun’s lips.

“i was wondering who you were.”

before jihoon could react to her movements, haeun’s hands had snatched off the mask he was wearing when she took a step back. the man stood bewildered in front of the girl whose lips curve up into a smirk. what just happened? she saw through his disguise?

her thumb slowly swipes the saliva off her lips, right hand holding on to some sort of mask which had skin-like texture. chocolate hues stare seductively right at the man’s crimson eyes. she couldn’t deny it, the man who was after her was way too fine to be confined under this mask. her heart even skipped a bit at the sight of him, chuckling lowly at her new profound discovery. hell, she actually felt a tad bit upset she stopped kissing him.

“i didn’t expect the pretty boy from the strip club to come looking for me.”

alipede for once was shocked to see that someone actually saw through his disguise. in fact, he’s even amused at how she was easily able to tell he wasn’t the person who she knew. pale hands run through his snow-like strands, “how’d you know i wasn’t him?”

“jihoon just told me he’s gay. no way he’d kiss me back like you did.” haeun deadpans, watching the shocked look on alipede’s face and chuckling at the reaction. she stares at the mask and wig in her hand, slightly grimacing at the smell of it before tossing to the side. “i smelt your makeup… is it that fx effects stuff?”

“smart cookie, aren’t you?”

“the shading on your face gave it away.” alipede raises his brow at her statement, not fully grasping what she meant. before he could question her about it she speaks again. “but… how’d you even find me?” “do you really want to know?” he moves forward towards her, watching as she cocks her head to the side, humming in response to him. “hm, to confess your undying love to me?”

“sure you aren’t the one that wants to confess their undying love to me?” he cages her body by placing his hands by her behind the table. with a cocky look he lowers himself to be eye level with haeun and teases her. “that kiss was a bit too intimate for someone you just met.”

two can play this game is exactly what haeun was thinking. “they don’t call me the maneater for nothing.” sure, her rather infamous nickname was a bit intimidating on campus. but who could blame her? she was ranked the most beautiful girl at the university, all the boys would practically fall and drool at the sight of her. haeun slides her hand up his muscular chest, slowly grabbing hold of his tie and pulling his face closer to her. half lidded eyelids flutter, glancing at his lips and back to his eyes as she pouts– breath just mere centimeters away from his lips.

“being pretty is hard~”

“sure it is, bunny.”

haeun mirrors the smirk on alipede’s lips, not intimidated at the slightest by his stature. though one thing for sure was she couldn’t help but stare at his lips– the same ones that were on hers moments ago. the moment to savour him was cut short when she quickly shoves him from herself, leaning back just to miss his knives from cutting her neck off. she swore she saw him trim some strands of her hair.

“it’s not nice to use that name here,” hands on the counter as she lifts herself up, legs swinging around to flip on top the table. alipede scoffs at her words, sensing the sudden acrobatic move she displaced— he knew now she wasn’t a regular target. haeun pouts, “you’ll blow my cover.”

“you’re more flexible than i thought.” she gasps, feigning being offend, even putting a hand over her chest to show how hurt she was by his comments. haeun jumps off the counter once alipede swings his knife at her to dodge.

“you saw me on that pole,” dodging his attacks she continues to be indifferent; it kinda pissed alipede off actually. she reminds him of their first encounter on that late night, gazes stuck on to each other when she was doing her performance. “offended you didn’t see my skills.”

swinging his weapon once more but haeun grabs a chair to deflect his attack. the knife goes and breaks the chair which makes her panic for a moment. haeun attempts to step back, kicking the knife out of his hand but couldn't react fast enough to when alipede had grabbed hold of her wrists.

“oh, i saw it.” he slams her by the wrists to the ledge by the windows as haeun gasps at the impact. her chocolate hues widen while looking at his crimson ones. alipede couldn't help but remember that night the way he knew it as, scoffing at her as a tease. “danced like a bitch in heat, bunny.”

“so rude! i have a name. you didn’t even tell me yours.” it was odd that she wasn't as scared as she should be for someone who was going to die, he was even baffled that she prioritized trying to get his name rather than begging him to save her life ( not like he would though ).

“you’re gonna die anyways, but what the hell? alipede.”

“awh, can’t i just call you mine?”

“trying to flirt your way outta this?” now, he was actually amused and super annoyed. till the bitter end was she just going to piss him off? he takes her wrists in one hand and pins her arms above her head, his hands that were meant to kill wraps around her neck. haeun coos a little too seductively, “i like being choked.”

before alipede has the chance to process what she said the blinds behind her instantly rolled up. “if you try to kill me now, you’ll be the first suspect the police look for.” haeun smirks at him, her one hand on his wrist in hopes he would loosen it.

oh, he was actually impressed. “so that’s what your aim was.” deciding he would play this game with her, his hand presses a bit tighter on haeun's neck which she releases a gasp for- music to his ears. yet haeun didn't waver, knowing full well that her plan had succeeded.

“everyone has eyes on us, some sort of rumour of you and me is probably gonna start up.” she's right. alipede could sense the gazes of bystanders and hear the soft chatters about what they were doing. he could hear the gasps and whistles even, obviously thinking that they were about to get down and nasty. haeun smiles, “though, wouldn’t mind it if it was you~”

“fuck off.” alipede releases his hold on her, hands forming into fists. haeun touches her neck, though feels the rushed heart beat caused by adrenaline as she looks at alipede. knowing that he would no longer go after her for now, she had no choice but make her escape fast; though without inviting him for something... more.

“let’s hook up at the club later, m’kay~?” haeun's flirtatious tone doesn't go unnoticed by him. leaning to the right as her one hand outstretched on the doorframe. giving alipede a wink and a floating kiss, she moves her hips to exit the room in triumph. “see ya, pretty boy.”

he wants to groan in annoyance, how could he have fucked up this mission because of some sweet sounding and probably goddess like looking girl? wait, why was he even thinking about the target like that?

did he just lose?

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED !

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twistthescript · 4 months ago

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do you have a favorite RTC headcanon?

There are so many to pick from… let’s see. I’ll give a few- one for each character:

I’d say one of favorites comes from my most difficult character to write: Ricky.

As I mentioned before in an earlier post, but never really wrote it properly- him lifting up his crutches instead of raising a hand in class. It’s definitely not something he’d do all the time (those things are heavy after a while); if anything, it would be rare to see.

But Ricky can be a very cheeky, playful character, and in my head- he, on occasion, wouldn’t help but to just pop a crutch up as a statement piece during role call.

Another favorite is that Jane- do to her lack of head, stares 90% of the time DIRECTLY at her friends faces. It’s unnerving (especially when she doesn’t blink) but part of her tries to envision what her own head might have looked like… especially with all the different facial features humans have.

It’s the same way with hair- Constance had the most textured hair of the group (going off of the 2016 cast) so of course Jane would be over there. Our favorite resident doll is curious, what can I say?

Ocean doesn’t cuss… until she actually does. She’s horrified by the word as it rolls off of her tongue. It’s probably something like- shit, bitch. Nothing harsher than that. (Justifying “bitch” as meaning a female dog. Nothing more than that- “it’s just a fact!”)

Constance is definitely a dad’s girl. She would arm wrestle with him on occasion (and sometimes he’d let her win… at least until she got strong enough to mostly win... and then he started losing for real.)

Noel is enamored with curly hair- one of my headcanons from my warehouse au is that he got the straight haired gene in his family, but his mother has these lovely, flowing curls. He learned how to care for her hair, and it became as soothing to him as it was for her. On that same wavelength- he’d also be ready good at styling wigs.

Mischa, I’ve written a lot about. All in all, I adore soft Mischa. Mischa as an older brother figure to Jane: protective, stern- but caring. Or him as a definite mama’s boy: it’s no wonder he thinks so highly of the women around him. (Except for Ocean. She’s on her own.)

And lastly, Karnak. I can see him as a daydreamer. He can’t exactly close his eyes, but when there’s no one asking for fortunes, he dreams of all of the different scenarios he comes across, putting himself in their shoes in the only way he knows how. Strangely, each dream has Virgil in it.

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nekotaylor · 2 months ago

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serve-corps · 6 months ago

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Joanne Harcourt x fem reader

Joanne helps you with your English homework and let's you know, he knows you're actually a girl, turns out he doesn't care about gender!🤷🏼‍♀️

also, here is an ASMR of Joanne that I made that this story is based on

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Footsteps were heard along the cement path as the Scarlet Fox House dormitory for the third year’s door opened. The footsteps continued as the door shut behind it.

A casual hello and greeting were exchanged between the normal students and a blonde sweetheart, all soft smiles and lovey-dovey eyes directed at the very well-known prefect's drudge.

He really was Cole's replacement; he was just as pretty if not far more. However, he was dependable and kind, caring and sweet, he would never harm a soul. Must have gotten that gentle nature from his two older sisters I suppose.

Despite being a kind soul, he was also independent. Him going to Weston collage often reminded you of a baby bird leaving the nest for the first time, spreading its wings at Weston.

The blonde made his way through the years of said collage with only a few hiccups, but he was loved no less, he was friendly with all, well, minus Cole.

As he opens the doors to his room, entering with a soft click behind him, the doors shut. He dragged his feet to his bed which was relatively comfortable. It was far better than what he had as a first year. Damn, he can feel his back aching just thinking about it. It must have been a stone slab covered by a sheet; it was rock solid!

He sat down with an umf as he sighed, feeling the soft texture. for the next few seconds, he was cursing out the education system for their ways of punishment as he gained a Y for not being able to stop Kadar from infiltrating Sapphire Owl House's dormitory.

his thoughts came to a halt as something crossed his mind. something that had been bothering him for a while. He was worried. Worried about one of his dorm roommates.

He built quite the relationship with them as they always tried to help him in any way they could, whether it be with his drudge duties even though he tried to refuse, you always did small things for him that really helped him out.

'I'm worried...I haven't seen them recently...' He thought to himself, Joanne sat on his bed wondering if you were okay, he knew that the year group had an English examination due soon, he wasn't exactly sure how soon but he knew it was coming up. All that could be said was that nearly have the year group was stressed like the dickens.

He specifically recalled how you had a large pile of work on your desk, also remembering how you had missed lunchtime to continue with your work. You would get ill at this rate! he was paranoid about your health mentally and physically.

you've been awfully quiet around school, intentionally or not he still felt as though you were ostracizing yourself from not only the entirety of the school but him as well. he missed you in all fairness.

he knew if he said anything to one of the boys in the school, he would become an outcast again, he couldn't be known for having romantic feelings for another boy let alone one of his closest friends.

while he was off in his own world; thinking of how to comfort you, the door opened, revealing you who was dressed in the Weston college uniform, your hair kept up in a wig but the same colour as your natural hair (if you had parts dyed include them too), your face was very feminine but nobody here could talk, Cole had the face of a teenage girl while Harcourt himself looked like he came out of a freshly printed magazine cover for women to dress like men. you were never judged for that.

you walked in through the doors and closed them behind you, hearing the same click from before but your head snapped to the blonde you treasured ever so much as he called out to you.

"O-Oh! hi! I was just thinking about you!" he said with a soft smile that made your heart melt, you turned your head away to hide your face as you were struggling to compose yourself at his innocence. Joanne panicked at your negligence, feigning that you were upset by what he said,

"All good things! All good things! don't worry!" he said urgently as you turned back to face him, he felt a bit more at ease as you were no longer annoyed, he presumed at least.

Joanne went on to voice his thoughts to you as you once again tried to bury your own grave in work. god, you would be suffocating in it if it weren't for the fact you had draws to put them in instead.

"I've just been a bit...worried..." he turned his head to the side and scratched his cheek as he was bashful for admitting it.

"you've been almost distant with everyone! including me..." he sounded like a kicked puppy as he looked down.

you looked up from your work and softly gazed at the nervous boy as he was showing genuine concern for you.

"I'm sorry Harcourt- I- well it's just- *sigh* I don't really have the time physically and metaphorically..." you responded, your voice hoarse as you hadn't been talking much today. ironic because it was the English-speaking examination that was stressing you out the most.

He looked at you with heartfelt eyes as he heard your voice, this *was* damaging you physically. you needed help. this time, he wanted to help you.

"Do you want to tell me what's wrong? I'm willing to help you in any way I can! I just want to be of use to you (last name)….I really...don't like seeing you like this...." his voice was as gentle as a breeze as he offered to be your short-term therapist for the next few minutes.

you slammed the quill against the desk, breaking the feather as you hit the wooden table that you used quite often with your fist. the shock rattled through your hand, and it stung a little bit. you shook your hand as you looked at the desk in anger, almost blaming it.

sighing, you look at the kind soul who offered you help and explained,

"it's Master Goyal; the English teacher. he's ruthless with deadlines however he; pardon my language, can’t teach jack-shit! I've been stuck writing this damn speech that's worth a large part of my final grade and he won't give me any advice on how to word it! Christ all mighty! all I've done is be a good student and he hasn't helped at all! no! no! scratch that! he's set me mountains of homework!" you went on a rant about the teacher you loath. honestly? that's so fucking relatable.

"you see all this Joanne?! this mountain of damn paper?! you'd think that's all of the work I'd do in a year, right?! HA FUCK NO! he set it as god damn homework!!!" you shouted. you're really goddamn lucky he isn't a housemaster otherwise you'd be so fucked.

"that teacher is my goddamn thirteenth reason..." you mumbled to yourself and Joanne was silent throughout the whole rant, only for you to get an adorable little giggle in return, it stole your heart you had to admit.

"You just need some help with the homework? that's not an issue at all! I can help you with that!" he said with a snicker in his voice, but it died down to a sincere offer,

"I'm willing to help you in any way you need..."

you felt like a weight had been taken off of your shoulders as a smile made its way onto your face, staring at your savoir from this god-forsaken pit of paper.

the boy's attitude lightened up seeing you have a happier face, "I thought you seemed a bit depressed, thank god it was just the homework!"

he said with a gentle chuckle as you listed off a few of the other homework from other teachers who took pity on you, so they gave you less.

you asked him wearily if he was really sure if he wanted to give you a hand and his response was a giggle and a few kicks of his legs at the end of the bed.

"of course! justttt know that biology isn't my strongest subject...Hehe, so you might have to ask Kadar about that one...!"

you yourself chuckled at this as you know soma want the best person to go to about school work anyways, but you gave your dear old friend a little shock.

"Surprisingly, I'm very well-read in biology, whether it be anatomy, cells, or photosynthesis, I'm like a jack of all trades in that category!"

the boy sighed in relief, "Oh thank goodness, personally I excel in chemistry so I'll be able to help you in that aspect"

after that conversation with Joanne, he clapped his hands together and stood up, "Right! let me help you with this English speech!"

you sighed as you ruffled through some papers, muttering curses at Master Goyal once more only to result in the papers being mixed in with the rest of the homework. damn.

about two minutes later, you arrived victorious as you pulled out your speech, handing it to the blonde who was waiting patiently, secretly finding your struggle amusing as you looked like you wanted to throw hands with sheets of paper, damn his feelings were wrong.

he started reading over your speech, noticing your mannerisms and techniques. you were very well versed in the writing sector, you did ace your English literature after all, but the confidence portrayed through your words were appalling, he softened the commentary as much as he could.

"(your fake name), I think...you uhm... you have the right phrasing and techniques but you're lacking in the ahem...confidence department.

the listeners won't be engaged unless you sound like you’re the only right person, you need to have more confidence- uh"

you had your hand covering your mouth, finding it harder and harder to shut up your giggling the longer he spoke, snorts leaving your shanking form. he sighed in exasperation at this.

"Can you stop laughing? please? it's not that funny..." he said trying to be serious, however, failing miserably. he himself cracked a smile that he tried to shoo away because of your adorable laughter.

"but it is! do you remember what you were like before you became a drudge? you were as quiet as a mouse!" your snorts turned into full-on cackling as Joanne lost his serious act unintentionally.

"yes, yes I know, how ironic. Joanne Harcourt telling you to be more confidant...sooo funny..." his voice was shaky from trying not to laugh, only to break a little bit when you slapped your knee and wheezed out, "but it is though-"

"Okay! but I'm being serious! this could help you in the long run (Y/f/n)!"

your laughing at him continued as he Shakely explained the importance of confidence that you needed in your speech, you were taking the advice though, almost to heart as he dished out tips and tricks.

he ended up finishing his little lecture about voice and tone for you to still be softly giggling at him.

he let out a short sigh and crossed his arms, leaning back from you with a pouty face, "You're so mean!" but that charade ended rather quickly as you both grabbed hold of the other and both started laughing, these were moments you treasured with this boy.

he might not know you were a girl but you were still in love with him.

you both calmed down and you finished quite a large sum of the work together, at the least 75% of it was done, but time flew as you did the work together, it didn't even feel like work when you were with Joanne. I suppose that is a good thing, right?

suddenly, Joanne spoke up. " how about this, we go meet up with Prince Soma tomorrow and study some more English and chemistry because let's face it, if it was a chance of life or death with you answering a chemistry question? we're all as good as dead." both of you chuckled at this.

Joanne perked up as he came to a realization, "Wait, what's the time? you have a watch, don't you?"

you looked at your wrist and your eyes widened.

"Holy shit, it's almost 11 o'clock at night!" you whisper yelled.

"it's nearly 11?! crap! we have to get to bed now! I don't want a Y!"

several days had passed and now it was the night before your English-speaking exam, you felt confident you were going to rock this shit because you had your crush's help throughout it all.

you tossed and turned in your bed, only to hear Joanne softly whisper to you "Are you awake (Y/f/n)?"

the housemaster put us to bed about an hour ago, the routinely 5-minute checkups are now over as the housemaster has gone to bed. everyone in the room was asleep, apparently apart from you and Joanne.

"yeah, I am. what's up blondie?" you whispered back to him, turning to face him as he was led down in his bed which was next to yours.

"It’s just- I'm worried for you is all...do you think you'll be okay tomorrow, I did my best to help you..."

you sighed as it seemed Joanne Harcourt was more nervous about your exam than you were, honestly? that sounds just like the boy you fell in love with.

you dragged your feet over the side of the bed, heading straight for his as he was laying there shocked at what you were doing.

"w-wait...what are you? -"

you climbed into his bed as he led there still as a rock, trying to grasp the situation. you rested next to him, hoping to not only calm his nerves but to calm any of yours that could have been flying around out there somewhere for your exam.

"Why are you in my bed?... What on earth are you doing in my bed?..?" the boy whispered with a stutter. a blush painting his cheeks a light pink as his innocence overtook him.

despite his embarrassment, he pulled through, "You know I'm a prefects drudge right? it- it's improper for me to do this I-"

you hushed him and replied to the silent question why do you want this?

"I need the comfort, I don't want to burst into a panic attack as soon as the exam starts, right?" you say with an extremely calm voice, not a single hint of paranoia lacing it.

"This doesn't permit you to- if word got out then-"

"Then be quiet." you hushed him as he would wake the other three in the room.

he took a deep breath and accepted the inevitable. "t-this is fine..."

"But why me? you have a friend in Scarlet Fox House who'd be more than happy to do this, so why me- uh!"

you shut him up by wrapping your arms around his waist, pulling him into your chest. this leads to him being a blushing mess.

"p-please be considerate of the fact I know your confidential secret...that..." he gulped and looked down, not at your tits, just down.

"that you're not a male..."

your breathing stopped for a second. your thoughts going a million miles an hour as now the panic had kicked in, but only one thought stood out from the rest. 'will be okay with dating me now?'.

he chuckled at your shocked face as he debunked your attempts to hide it. "you thought you were slick, didn't you? it was obvious to me after a while...you don't bathe with us but you're always hygienic so you must do so separately...your body stature is very feminine.

you cut him off by nuzzling his chest, that really was an effective way to shut him up. "do I really provide that much comfort?.." he said in a hushed voice.

all you did was nod silently.

he sighed, "Fine... I'll sleep with you. just for tonight! I don't want you getting the wrong idea." he scolded in a motherly tone. you know damn well you'll be doing this from now on every night.

the looked down at your face as he looked into your eyes. your body reacted instinctively as you felt his breath against your face. you strained upwards, "What are you-! *gasp*" You cut him off quickly with a short peck to the lips, they felt so soft, you wanted another taste...but no, you need to make sure it's okay with him first.

red crawled up Joanne's neck all the way to the tips of his ears as he covered his mouth with the back of his hand, he was a stuttery mess.

he quietly cleared his throat to regain himself. As you stared at him lovingly, it made him all the more flustered.

"y-you could have at least told me your real name first-"

you stroked his cheek softly as you took a deep breath,

"O-Oh, I wasn't expecting you to actually-"

"(y/n)."

there was silence for a moment as if he was soaking in the same to match the face. his eyes now reflected your loving gaze.

"that's such a beautiful name. It suits you well..." he chuckled softly.

"Just make sure you ask next time you do that... I'd be more than happy to let you..."

both of your faces were slowly leaning closer, your eyes asking the question that you so desperately wanted to ask for you,

"you can do it as often as you like...mmf-!" his eyes widened once more but this time they shut to savor the moment, he tasted like honey and scones, but tea time was over five hours ago...must be his natural taste...

as you both pulled away this time, the kiss was dragged out longer, but both of your eyes slowly opened. you both appeared to have the air stolen from your lungs. you felt your heart melt as he said,

"you're cute, even dressed as a boy, you know that?" he rested his forehead against yours as you hummed in contentment, a small smile gracing your lips as you now felt tired and relieved.

"let's keep this between us, okay? I don't think Redmond should know about this...

I think it would be nice to make this a normal thing, like our own little homework club!" he said excitedly only for you to softly shush him and stroke your thumb against his cheek.

"two members only, I wonder why...." he said gently as your eyes fluttered shut, yet you still moved your head to kiss him once more, a short kiss that said shut up in a nice way. this led to a giggle from him.

"Maybe that's why..."

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