#and then they just wear like clothes from now with glittery eyeshadow

[uravichii]

pov: you're drop-dead gorgeous (and they don't know how to deal with it)

character/s: bakugo katsuki, shinsou hitoshi, kaminari denki, todoroki shouto

genre: fluff, crack (?), them hyping u up like there's no tomorrow, uhh reader wears makeup 🤕

notes: this is for all u pretty mfs aka all of u whether u believe it or not YOU ARE PRETTY AMD HOT AND AMAZING 😡‼️ also disclaimer: the boys love u not just for your face. they think you're so cool for being beautiful inside n out and this is just them appreciating the out 🧎‍♀️

bakugo katsuki thinks you're so pretty that his only response to it is to be angry. he'd watch intently the way you'd smooth your clothes down and cutely fiddle with your hair in the mirror as if there's even anything to fix. he'll cup your pretty face in his hands and squeeze your cheeks together (cuteness aggression probably), "tell me why you're so fucking pretty all the time? what are you so pretty for, huh?!"

bakugo katsuki would always watch you do your makeup and hair and then slip into the prettiest clothes only you can pull off and he's just mesmerized by the whole thing.

"katsuki, please stop drooling and get dressed. we're gonna be late."

his only response is: "fuck off."

because he can never deny nor hide the fact that he constantly admires you every chance he gets. he storms his way to you and snatches a shimmery eyeshadow from your makeup bag. "tch, you don't even need any of this shit."

"you don't like it, katsuki?" you stare up at him doe-eyed, easily making his heart skip a beat.

"h-hah?! i didn't say that!" he shoves it to your hand, "now do this glittery shit next!"

and you just ditch whatever plans you'd made and spend the rest of the night trying on different makeup looks. he'll insist that you sit on his lap while you doll yourself up just because, and you gladly do so but then you both end up wearing a full face of glam makeup 🧍‍♀️ he doesn't know how he just let it happen but he's like, "whatever makes you fucking happy, y/n."

he then proceeds to tell you that, "every one of those ugly extras should grovel at your feet, worship the ground you walk on, and then beg for your forgiveness."

"forgive them for what?"

he stares blankly at you. "for breathing the same air as you."

bakugo katsuki's not active on social media at all but on his instagram, his first and only post is a photo dump of just youー the selfies you took on his phone, your date outfits, candid photos (by courtesy of bakugo katsuki) of you smiling at a stray cat, the power nap you took on his shoulder, and his favorite one by far: a photo of you wearing his black tank top that completely swallows you up, holding up two little peace signs on your cheeks.

and of course, he captions it, "u and ur ugly ass wish u were y/n."

shinsou hitoshi is convinced he's dating a model. he doesn't know how it happened, but he is a little proud of whatever the hell was in him that managed to rizz you up.

he thinks you look amazing in absolutely anything. so when you go clothes shopping together, he casually picks up all types of clothes from the racks until there's a whole pile of them in his arms.

when you shoot him a questioning look about it, he only says, "think you'll look amazing in these, babe."

he also picks up some accessories and just wears them on youー hats, sunglasses, hair pins, and you just let him because each time you let him accessorize you, he gives those little comments like, "amazing." "cute" "this one's tacky; i put it on you as a joke but you pull it off for some reason." "yes. slayed." he made you wear cat ears one time and he just melts right there, immediately taking a photo of you for his new lockscreen.

it bothers shinsou hitoshi a lot when people stare at you even when they can clearly see his hand on the small of your back. he'll slide closer to you and kiss the top of your head all the while he gives them a death stare he wishes he could do more.

he squeezes your waist a little to call your attention.

"hm? what's up, hitoshi?"

he looks at you blankly, taking in your features in awe as if for the first time again. then he stuffs your face into his chest, your legs staggering as you grab a hold of his forearms.

"hey, what are you doing?" you giggle in his chest. he's relieved you can't see his flushed cheeks. "hitoshiii"

"you're too good for this world, y/n. i need to start gatekeeping you."

what blows shinsou hitoshi's mind the most is how you're probably unaware of your effect on him, no matter how many times he's called you all synonyms of the word, 'beautiful'

he's sat on the couch, a tiny smile of adoration tugging on his lips when he sees you running up to him. your eyes brim with excitement as you call his name, truly the prettiest ones he's ever seen.

"something happened?ー" he pauses when you lean your face so close to his. he sinks back into the couch as the tips of ears start to turn red.

it takes a moment until he realizes that you're showing off the purple eyeshadow you had done on yourself, batting your eyelashes at him as you wait for his response bc right now he's just staring at you like 😦💘‼️‼️‼️

"it's the one you picked out from the mall yesterday. is it pretty?"

"y/n." his hands slowly find their way to your waist, "i don't believe you're real sometimes. you are possibly the most beautiful person i've ever seen."

"really?"

"god," he pulls you by the waist until you're sat on his lap, your legs straddling him. "you have no idea."

remember how bakugo said all those extras should be groveling at your feet and worshipping you? yeah, it's kaminari denki. he worships you.

he thinks you're beautiful and he's LOUD about it.

he's constantly bragging about you to his friends and showing off your photos (if you're comfy w/ that), "oh this? oh yeah, this is is y/n, the coolest, funniest, drop dead gorgeous, most ethereal person on earth and they're dating ME."

and bakugo would just grab his phone and knock it against his head with a thud 🤕, "WE FUCKING GET IT. NOW, SHUT UP, DUMBASS."

he'll rub his head while cackling, "whatever, i'm dating Y/N. who cares about anything if you're dating y/n?"

kaminari denki doesn't love you just for your beauty though. you're not just some eye candy to him. if someone ever called you one though, you bet he's zapping their ass and with the whole bakusquad by his side because somehow they feel obligated to protect you now too. 🧍‍♀️ (denki's effect)

and just as much as he compliments your beauty everyday, he never forgets to let you know how beautiful your heart is too. in fact, he calls you 'angel' because how could someone be this beautiful and be so kind and caring to him at the same time?

"sometimes.." he looks up pensively from his lap where you lay your head, "i feel like i've been blessed by the heavens when i got to date you.

"denkiー"

"don't even think i'm exaggerating, y/n!" he pokes your cheek when you turn your head to look at him, "you're amazing. i don't know what i did for you to give me a chance."

there are times though when a part of kaminari denki feels a little insecure because he thinks he looks quite stupid next to you, and it doesn't help either that the bakusquad never lets him hear the end of it 😔

"denki, you don't look stupid because you're next to me. you do that on your own."

"aww, thank yー hol' up." 🤨

he's pouting but you immediately wipe that off by apologizing and peppering his face with kisses, ending it with a loud smooch on his lips with a "mmmwah!"

kaminari denki now can't remember what you're even apologizing for in the first place.

you and todoroki shouto are so beautiful, the visuals are blinding 😩 you'd walk to your classroom together, him opening the door for you and you smiling at him, lovingly squeezing his arm as a silent 'thank you,' and people just stare with their mouths agape, not knowing who exactly to be jealous of.

shouto definitely stares the most though until it concerns midoriya, "t-todoroki-kun, you haven't moved in three minutes. are you okay?" because he might as well have drawn hearts on his eyes and stab an arrow to his heart with the way he looks at you.

todoroki shouto always kisses your eyes, nose, cheeks, hair, and your lips, of course, just to let you know how beautiful he thinks they are.

he thinks whatever you do or wear is so pretty, hence, the many, many photos of you on his phone. his lockscreen changes every 2 days because everyday he just gets a prettier shot of you, and he always shows them to you and to his friends and siblings ☹️ because everyone, including you, should appreciate what a beauty you are!

"this looks great! you'd make a great photographer, shouto" you lean in to kiss his cheek, immediately sending a flush across his face.

"well..." he looks to the ground, the feeling of your lips still lingering on his right cheek. "that's all you... you're beautiful. i don't know how it has anything to do with me, but thank you."

and then he leans closer, tilting his head to the side to silently ask for another kiss. you laugh softly at this, and when you cup his cheeks in your hands and start planting kisses all over his face the way he does to you, shouto confirms it in his mindー y/n is an angel.

todoroki shouto would get a little overboard with the photos though because he'll spam that button and keep every single one. when you ask why keep the blurry ones, he explains, "that's still a photo of you. why would i delete it?"

he also has a photo of his point of view from when he had his head on your lap. he said he wanted to capture "the happiest moment of his life." you convince yourself it's sweet but it's literally just a photo of your chin in a weird angle.

"shouto, that's just my chin."

he looks at you dead in the eye. "y/n, you have a lovely chin."

you call him a weirdo, which surprises him a little, but then you drape your arms around his neck and pepper kisses all over his face again because who else in the world would say that to you?

#pls dont flop this took me a whole week to write 😭 #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha fluff #bakugo x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #shinsou x reader #shinsou hitoshi x reader #kaminari x reader #kaminari denki x reader #todoroki x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #mha fluff #bnha imagines #bakugo fluff #shinsou fluff #kaminari fluff #todoroki fluff

[subskz]

girl’s night with jisung sounds so fun <3

making chocolate covered strawberries and preparing other snacks like popcorn, pretzels, and candies to watch a silly rom-com movie

laughing and having your hearts flutter with each scene in the movie and once it’s over the two of you start to have a cute spa night!!

doing each other’s face masks, you being very meticulous when applying the clay mask onto jisung, making sure it’s perfect

meanwhile jisung doesn’t know what the hell he’s doing but trying his best to copy how you applied it. it’s a little sloppy, but hey, he’s got the job done!

and it’s so difficult for you two to not laugh while the mask dries! jisung’s doing silly stunts to get a reaction out of you and he can’t help just laugh at himself in the process, and neither can you! once the mask dries, the two look in the mirror to see all the cracks in the mask from you two smiling and laughing so much, and you two can’t help just laugh at that too!

after face masks and doing the rest of your nightly skincare routine, it would be fun to dress up a little!

wearing girly clothes; dresses, skirts, bows, frills, lace, etc. and jisung’s spinning around in a frilly floral dress and then falls over from how dizzy he gets and drags you down with him <3

and doing each other’s makeup!! doing glittery pink makeup on jisung; rosy lipgloss that makes his lips look extra plump, glittery eyeshadow to accentuate his adorable boba eyes, pink blush to make his cheeks look even more squeezable, and etc. and he does his best to copy it on to you, but it ends up being a little sloppy :( lipstick isn’t quite all on your lips and your eyeliner is in shaky, uneven lines, and your mascara is a little bit on your eyelids, and jisung tries to convince you that you look absolutely stunning while he fails to hold in his laughter from the sloppy makeup, but he still thinks you’re gorgeous, sloppy makeup or not!

and also doing each other’s hair!! with his longish hair now, it’s easy to put it up into cute little pigtails with bows that match his outfit! and he wants to do the same for you! so fast forward to your hair in pigtails, with one pigtail higher than the other and badly tied bows <3

and despite his inability to do face masks, makeup, and hair, the two of you still have fun! doesn’t matter how you look or what his skill is, the two of you have fun in your own silly way <3

and doing each other’s nails!! cutting and filing them and now painting them! doing pink and glittery nails on jisung, just like his makeup! leaning down to paint his nails, and jisung couldn’t help but catch a glimpse down your top and look at your cleavage

shit.

what was supposed to be a cute and silly girl’s night, turned to a different direction

his face was pink, but it wasn’t from the blush that you applied on his face. his hands shook a little, which makes you lightheartedly scold him a little. he lets out a breathy, nervous laugh and a small “sorry!”

he was trying to not make it obvious how ridiculously easy it was for him to get hard with just a simple look down your top. he felt like such a perv, and he felt so damn guilty for it because he wanted it to be a fun and cute girl’s night :(

though he tried to pretend that nothing was wrong, it didn’t quite work since it caught your attention. with his shaky hands, and how he slightly squirmed around, and the obvious bulge showing through the skirt of his dress, it was quite easy to figure out what was going on.

and you used that to your advantage.

you finished up painting his nails and now all he has to do is to wait for it to dry! the wait won’t be that long, right? but he was dead wrong. the wait felt like an eternity as you lifted up the skirt of his dress to palm him through his underwear. he gasps and moans as you do so, but he realizes that he can’t grab onto you since his painted nails that you worked so hard on will smudge! so his hands laid helplessly by his sides since he’s unable to hold on to something or even clench his fists :(

pulling his underwear down and his ridiculously hard cock springs out. he lets out breathy pleas to just please touch him! your hand wraps around his hard length and moves torturously slow, causing him to buck up into your fist, stings of “please” coming out of his mouth, but even he does know what he’s pleading for. please go faster? please make me cum? please stop because i really wanna touch you badly but i can’t because i have to wait for my nails to dry?

and you know how he’s a sucker for physical touch. he always needs to hold your hand every time you rail him, he always needs to hold your head every time you suck him, he always needs his hands on you when you’re doing anything to him. that’s why cuffing or tying his hands up is such a good punishment for him, he loves it and hates it at the same time, and its so easy to bring him to tears that way.

and right now, it was pretty much the same concept. it feels like his hands are all tied up and unable to reach out to you, cursing himself for getting hard while you were doing his nails so now he has to endure this torture. your hand sliding up his length and your thumb smearing the pre-cum all over his sensitive, sensitive tip.

“please,” he squeaked out as he felt your thumb on his tip.

“‘please’ what, princess? use your words.”

he didn’t know. he didn’t know what he was pleading for. part of him wanted you to stop so his nails can dry and then you two can continue once they do, and another part of him wanted you to keep going because he was so, so fucking hard and needy.

it didn’t help at all when you leaned down and kissed his tip, the lipstick mark almost matching the same shade of his red, leaking tip. you gave kitten licks to the tip, teasing and edging him on further.

“please—ah!—please d-don’t…”

you didn’t listen to him and continued. you then took all of him down your throat.

fuck.

fuck, fuck, fuck.

fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.

he instantly bucked his hips and moaned loudly, his hands barely able to resist the urge to hold you. you held his hips down firmly, which felt like even more torture. the way your tongue and mouth feels around him is like heaven. his loud moans fill the room and his pleas fall past his lips. maybe if you had some lube with you then you would’ve fingered him at the same time, but you didn’t so you resorted to pressing against his perineum. his moans grew louder and his legs grew shakier.

“please, please, please—Mngh-ph!—ah!—please, please, ‘m close, ‘m so fucking close…” he begged.

and then you stopped. you pulled your mouth off of his cock and watched as he bucked his hips up into nothing, trying to chase the lost feeling desperately. tears formed in his eyes, and some slipped past and ran down his cheeks, already ruining all of his makeup.

“ah, no…no, no, no…w-why did you stop?” he cried, more tears slipping out.

“don’t worry, you’ll get to cum once your nails dry.”

edging jisung over and over again until his nails dry, and it feels like heaven once your mouth is on him again, but it feels like hell once you take it off of him. and the cycle continues over and over again until his nails finally dry and he gets to cum and hold you again <3

this is so cute 😭😭😭 i cant add much to it bc it’s already deliciously complete but girl’s night w jisung would be such a dream for both you and him…a night in where you get to stay home, snack, watch movies and pamper yourselves sounds like hannie’s own personal heaven~

the face masks cracking from all ur giggling n smiling really got me that’s so so adorable!! even when it’s just you and him jisung cant help but vie for ur attention, making silly comments throughout the movie, leaning over to eat snacks form your hands, trying his best to impress u w his makeup skills and cracking jokes the whole time just for a chance to hear your laughter <3 he’d get so defensive n pouty when you giggle over how messy his attempts at doing ur makeup are, insisting that this is the trend these days and u look really pretty! he’d definitely get a lil short of breath when you lean in extra close to focus on his lips as u apply lipgloss to them…also lots of playful puckering of his lips to try n steal a kiss from u!

his bulge being so obvious that it shows even under his skirt ): poor baby would feel so guilty for letting the smallest thing get him so pathetically hard but that doesn’t stop him from resorting to begging the moment you notice it. ur so right it’s like his worst nightmare not being able to touch you, esp when he isn’t physically restrained so he has to use every ounce of his self-control to be a good boy n not ruin ur hard work! calling him princess is just the perfect touch ♡♡♡ telling him he can’t touch bc you dont want ur princess to ruin his nails, and he can’t cum yet bc u dont want ur princess to ruin his pretty skirt! by the end of it, maybe his makeup is smeared from tears and his hair is all tousled n sweaty, but at least his nails are dry 🥰

#ask #💌 hannie #🎀 anon #this had me so invested help i was fully enjoying spa day antics w hannie thinking it was gonna be a wholesome concept then BOOM‼️ #pathetic perv hanji strikes again hehe #such a cute n clever idea <333

[hiskillingjar]

ren forcefemming is my favorite thing in the world like ... because i feel like he has such a warped perception of femininity . i think ren is like "yeah being a girl is when you act like a dumb whore and wear tiny clothes"

a heem heem...whimper...

i had to write something for this. don't look at me. i'm sorry women.

1200+ words, masc reader, cw for like. you know.

"You're an absolute degenerate, do you know that?"

Your voice was terse and irritable as Ren slid the skirt's waistband up your legs, a dumb smile on his lips and his tail wagging erratically as he did so.

Your bound wrists twisted tightly behind you and you could feel that your bare (for the most part) legs were trembling, but you were determined not to show just how nervous this was making you. 

"Seriously, this is some perverted shit, Ren. What fucked up hentai have you been watching lately?"

"Ah-ah-ah," Ren chided, his smile spreading into a sharp-toothed grin as he straightened out, his eyes, glittering with malice and sick amusement, meeting yours as he wagged a finger condescendingly at you. "That's pretty bad language for a girl. You shouldn't be speaking like that, especially not to me."

"I'm not a fucking girl!" You snapped with a fierce look in your eyes, giving the zip-tie currently cutting into your skin a firm pull, knowing full well that it wasn't going to snap any time soon, and would, in fact, just dig even more painfully into your sensitive wrists. 

Whatever, it felt better to put up a fight than to sit passively, doing nothing.

"Well, you kinda look like one right now," He drawled with an eye roll, moving closer to you and bracketing your trembling thighs with his own as he knelt in your lap. "And, like, I know it's not 'PC' or whatever," He chuckled and bit his lip, reaching to his side to pick up what looked like an eyeshadow palette and set it down on his thigh. "But normally, when someone looks like a girl and acts like a girl...they are one."

You gritted your teeth together, tensing your jaw as he took your cheeks in a painful grip and opened the palette with an elegant flick of his wrist, sweeping his pointer finger in glittery pink.

"I mean, you're not a very good girl," He continued with another mean chuckle, like he was saying something especially cruel. "But that's okay. I can help you with that. Close your eyes, please."

In spite of how much you wanted to cuss him out, you were very quickly deathly still as Ren gently rubbed his finger over your eyelid, incredibly cognisant of the tiny scratch of his claw over the thin, delicate skin that covered your eyes, your tense jaw trembling a little more as the tip (as sharp as a needle) traced the curve of your eye’s socket. 

You wanted to put up a fight, of course you wanted to, but fuck, not when he was this close to putting a finger in your eye if you pissed him off.

"And, you know, make-up and clothes are just one thing...or, er, two things." He smiled, dabbing another colour of glitter in the corners of your eyes with his pinky. When there wasn’t the threat of a claw, the gesture was almost a little pleasant.. "It also comes down to attitude, you know...the way you carry yourself. Expression." He pulled his fingers away from your lids then, and you felt the press of what felt like a felt pen against your lids. 

"You're such a freak...." You mumbled, though you did your best not to flinch as he drew a neat line across your lid, drawing it out to a sharp point, spanning up to your temple. 

"Be nice, sweetie," He chided softly, paying attention to your other lid. "That's what I like...nice, sweet girls. Girls who know their place."

"Seems to me you like sluts," You grumbled, opening your lids to tiny slits to peer down at your lap. The plaid skirt he had forced you into was absurdly short, and had you been able to stand, it would have barely covered your ass, let alone the fishnets and the cheap, studded garter he had buckled around your thigh. "Or bad crossdressers."

"Mm, I mean, yeah, I guess I kind of do,” He agreed with an airy titter, setting down the pen and picking up a brush, which he dabbed into the eyeshadow palette. “I like nice girls, yeah…” He paused and idly licked his lips thoughtfully. “But I like it even more when they stop being so nice and act like a girl should act, ya know…when they stop playing smart and act like dumb whores instead.”

You grimaced at his hungry expression.

“Fucking incel,” You mumbled through your grit teeth, which only made him laugh harder as he powdered your cheeks with hot pink. “Jesus. I thought you were just a pervert, turns out your’re also a total misogynist too.”

“Ah, that’s a big word for you, sweetheart.” He teased with a mean snicker, continuing to blush up your cheeks. “You really are a girl…so fucking sensitive.”

You yanked your head backwards and glared hard at him.

Ren sat still for a moment, looking almost surprised as he gave you a long and considered look before he smiled innocently and hopped off your lap, setting the make-up supplies to the side again and pacing to his desk.

“I’m kind of sick of you cussing at me, actually,” He mumbled to himself, opening up the top drawer and fishing out a cheap-looking ball gag, pale pink, fake leather and hard plastic. “What’s the saying…” He drawled out again, unbuckling it as he paced back to you. “‘Girls should be seen and not heard?’ Yeah, that’s the one.”

“NGH-!” 

You grunted roughly as he pushed a hand into your hair (gripping a chunk of your bangs) and forced your head back, pressing the ball between your teeth and buckling the leather belt around the base of your skull quickly and efficiently. You could already feel the cheap straps digging into the corners of your mouth, painfully tight.

“There we go, much better.” He said brightly, his eyes creasing with delight as he sat back in your lap.

Despite your muffled protests and how much you were now pulling at each tight binding to be away from him, he pushed both hands up your skirt, feeling for and groping the first stirrings of (unfortunate) arousal in your…well, his panties.

“Haha, you can’t even pretend that you’re not enjoying yourself, can you?” He asked with a giggle, pressing his chest against yours, his tail wagging even faster. “I hope you know that this doesn’t make you any less of a girl, by the way…”

He punctuated his ‘validation’ (because what else were you going to call it?) by giving your arousal another firm squeeze. His fist was tight enough, squeezing and rubbing in the first oozing drips of pre-cum, that you couldn’t hold back a groan into the firm plastic of the ballgag, and pressed your face into his shoulder to hide how much your blushed cheeks were flushing. 

“You’re gonna be stuck like this for a while, by the way…so just try to enjoy it instead of fighting me, hm?~”

#ren hana #ren btd #ren x mc #ren x reader #fics #drabbles #qs #i am not above finding forcefem hot. sorry. killing myself now

[polyklok]

This one was so much more detailed and I don’t know why-

Pickles “The” Drummer, physique/appearance

Nathan

Skwisgarr

Toki

Murderface

He got his name legally changed to the dumbest thing possible-

His age was actually a debate in the fandom during the early days, but that dwindled down greatly once a video of him was taken, drunk as all hell, yelling “I’M TWENTY-FUCKING-NINE YEARS OF OLD AND GODDAMN PROUD OF IT!” to a bartender asking for age identification. He’s 31 now. (By now, I mean like…10ish years ago, when the show was out)

5’4, short guy. Especially when compared to his band members. During shows, he started to wear heeled boots that make him 5’8. Still wears normal shoes most days, though. And still gets shit from the other guys for it.

Only 120 lbs. He’s generally pretty scrawny, although his biceps are nicely toned from years of going ham on the drums. Also has a bit of a beer gut, just a little squishy.

FtM, has been on T for a while and has gotten top surgery done. More headcanons regarding his gender journey later!

Let’s talk about his hair for a while-

No one in his family knows why his hair is…that color. Like, they have the ginger gene on his mom’s side. His mom and brother both have nice, brownish-red hair. But he came out with a head full of neON ORANGE HAIR. 

It’s very thick and frizzy. When it is in it’s natural state, its a pretty much a lion’s mane. Many people thought he looked like that on purpose during his Snakes ‘N Barrels days to fit in with the ‘glam rock’ fashion. But actually, he started playing glam rock because his hair looks like that.

As for facial hair, he’s very proud of it. It took a long time to grow out properly, so he takes really good care when maintaining it. (Ignore the fact that it’s a different color in the pic. That was my mistake.)

Cannot say the same for his skin. It’s very dry and sort of…leathery? He spends lots of time outside with absolutely no sunscreen, so my man has been BAKED (in more than one way ;))

Also from this, he’s very tan and freckled. It’s cute.

He has a tiny little button nose. Sometimes, he even twitches it like a rabbit. Literally so precious.

His lips are dry and cracked from years and years of smoking various substances. He prays to gods of burt’s bees chapstick.

Also, canon to the show, but he has a very goofy, crooked smile!

Doesn’t take that good of care for his dreadlocks. He spent so much of his life fussing over his hair, he’s honestly sick of it. He only goes to get them redone when they start to seriously stink.

To contrast Skwisgaar; I will say, he has the fattest ass in the band. Murderface is a close second. That is all.

He loves his piercings. Got his ears done when he was a teenager to piss off his parents, did his eyebrows later on. It’s seriously his favorite thing about himself, physically speaking.

He has all sorts of clothes, many of which he altered himself. From his muscle-tees, baggy jeans, leather pants, crop-tops, even a few skirts. He sticks to the same basic getup, but will shock both bandmates and fans occasionally by bringing out some seriously fabulous outfits.

In universe, there are several online accounts completely dedicated to him wearing feminine clothing. He single-handily brought back cheetah-print leggings.

He’s very talented at eye makeup. Doesn’t do it so much nowadays, but still enjoys a little bit of glittery eyeshadow. As a treat.

Call me weird, but I think I’m gonna include a…smell headcanon in all of these. Whatever.

Usually, he’ll smell like alcohol and weed. Sometimes vomit or piss as well. It’s the truth, hun.

But let’s not fool ourselves; he has a collection of very old, very fruity perfumes that he sprays on himself occasionally when he doesn’t feel like showering. Which is often. So he smells like whiskey, piss, and “cherry kiss dream”

Conclusion; he’s one of the few people on Earth who could acceptably wear low-rise jeans. He deserves it.

#metalocalypse #pickles the drummer #dethklok #metalocaypse headcanon #polyklok is real #dethklok headcanon #metalocalypse pickles

[daintyduck99]

If I am not too late for the 100 compliments prompts "You're style is just so cool" with Flynn Reggie and Julie (romantic/platonic/qpr up to you)

Reggie’s not moping, no matter what Luke says. 

Sure, maybe he’s got his temple glued to the headstock of his bass. They’re good friends.

It’s just that there’s somewhere he’d rather be, alright? He loves Luke, Bobby, Alex, and Willie dearly, but he can only listen to them argue about genres and movies and questionable activities-slash-crimes for so long. They always have a boy’s night whenever Flynn and Julie do a girl’s night, but those seem way more—varied, if only because a bunch of Willie’s suggestions get vetoed or argued about until it’s way too late to do them.

And yeah, obviously he’s not a girl. He still can’t quash the yearning that rings through his chest like a sad note whenever they disappear, hands intertwined, giggling in their slippers, or whenever they pop in to twirl around and show off their new hair-dos, their glittery eyeshadow, their beautiful clothes or the splash of color adorning their nails. He doesn’t know what else they do, but that alone seems so—freeing, so fun. 

He’s got a tube of eyeliner that he smuggled out of his mom’s room, but he wouldn’t even know where to start. He hugs his bass a little tighter and lets out a small sigh. 

The others are too busy debating what video game they’re going to play to even notice. They also miss Julie and Flynn’s grand entrance as a result, but Reggie doesn’t.

There’s no way he could ever miss them. 

They strut into the room with their arms linked as always, clad in the coolest outfits—he had no idea they even owned this stuff. Some of it might be Julie’s mom’s—she sometimes lends them things that wouldn’t be out of place in his own closet if he were a little braver. Namely, the leather vest Julie’s wearing over a silvery-turquoise—dress? romper? or the chunky boots Flynn has on with her outfit, a sleek black top that disappears into a pink leopard-print skirt. 

They’ve got their hair braided back into updos, with Flynn’s half-up and half-down, and shimmery pink and blue makeup and killer eyeliner on, along with loads of bracelets and jewelry. Julie’s vest even has little lightning bolts on it. They wouldn’t look out of place at a concert. 

They look—

Well, he can’t stop looking. 

Flynn tilts her head with a smirk, glancing at Julie, whose eyes shine, then at Reggie.

“See something you like?” 

He realizes his mouth is hanging open and abruptly snaps it shut, clearing his throat as his gaze skitters away. A low chorus of oohs rises from the rest of the guys, and he’d flip them off if he could do it without the girls seeing. Mentally will have to do. His hands tighten on his bass. 

“This feels like a trick question? Your style is just so cool. That goes for both of you.” 

“Thanks, babe,” Julie says, far too warm for it to be anything but sincere, and he burns at the casual use of the name she usually reserves for Flynn. “You know, if you think you’re missing out, all you had to do was ask. We’d be happy to give you a makeover.”

Flynn mutters something that makes Julie squeak and swat at her, but he’s too ecstatic to really care all that much. He shoves his bass into Bobby’s arms and leaps off of the couch. 

“You would? Like, right now?” 

They beam, extending their hands to him, and he takes them without hesitation. 

He’s happy to learn that he looks great in eyeliner, but he looks even better with Flynn’s lip gloss and Julie’s nail polish streaked across his face.

#julie x flynn x reggie #regal butterfly #I know I've come up with so many ship names I'm sorry y'all I just #the reg and the fly and butterflies being julie's whole thing #one hundred compliments #ficlets with ash #julie and the phantoms

[kfae]

No Big Deal (i love you)

In the aftermath of Battle of the Bands, Anne and Marcy prepare for the morning.

There’s glitter in Anne’s hair.

It’s a vibrant, silvery blue - glistening and glimmering in the soft light of the Plantar’s bathroom. It matches the shimmery color of the makeup spread along her cheeks. Spread thin from the unrelenting presence of a wet cloth against the clumpy excuse of a poorly constructed makeup, dyed and forged from various plants and everyday products found around the Plantar’s farm.

Their costumes sit piled in a corner, already coming apart at the seams - hastily fused with glue and messy stitching. Once glamorous and glittery outfits now replaced with night shirts and comfortable shorts.

It had been a hasty decision, to perform a scarcely practiced song with such an overly ambitious and extravagant vision.

Marcy is still riding the high it’d given her, hours after the fact.

Running water slowly fills up the Plantar’s single bathtub, wooden and rustic and adorable. It’s so unlike Newtopia, so unlike the high-tech waterways and plumbing system she’d helped to improve.

There’s no heating here, and the water is cold.

Anne doesn’t complain, though, and so Marcy stays silent.

“Who’d have thought Grime would be the one to win?” she asks. “I’d have never thought he’d be a harpist.”

“It is very uncharacteristic,” Anne agrees.

The mirror they’re sharing is tarnished with age, its frame warped and uneven with its place on the wall. Anne stares intently into the looking-glass, fingers pressed with damp fabric.

“I’m starting to regret the decision to wear so much glitter,” she says, her tone pitched with the slightest hint of a laugh, “you were smart to avoid your eyes.”

Marcy smiles at her friend’s words, watching as she carefully traces the outline of her lashes, doing little more than smearing the purply-blue excuse for eyeshadow.

“Here, let me - “

Marcy takes the cloth from Anne’s hand - never minding the green that still stains her own cheeks - and rinses the cloth under the running water of the tub’s pump. Her hands trace Anne’s jawline as she carefully begins to wipe away at the excess product Anne had missed.

“It’s a shame Sasha ran off so quickly,” Anne notes, “she’s better at the whole makeup thing than either of us. She’d know how to get it off.”

Marcy nods, thoughts circling back to the joyous high of the performance she’d crashed, of the song that her thoughts would undoubtedly mimic and repeat in the weeks to come. 

She understands her absence though, a little bit. Sasha had spent the entirety of her time in Amphibia with Grime. It makes sense she’d want a bit of time to say goodbye.

“I’m going to miss Amphibia,” Marcy says. She dips the cloth back into the water, watching as the collected glitter scatters across the ripples. “I can’t believe we’re leaving tomorrow.”

“We can always come back to visit,” Anne assures her. “We have the box, and all of the stones are charged now.”

“I guess.”

“Maybe we could visit on the weekends,” Anne says, “after everything is cleared up on Earth. I doubt my parents will believe the whole ‘world of frogs’ story at first.”

Marcy almost says it, right then and there. Almost confesses everything, lays out her magnificent plan. Because they aren’t returning to Earth tomorrow. They probably won’t for a long, long time, if ever. She almost tells Anne about the stories of magnificent worlds Andrias had shared with her, with men made of moss and creatures of immortality.

She doesn’t. Because, as much as she wants to believe Anne would agree with her sentiments, she doesn’t know.

Anne is just magical like that. Evading her expectations, changing and growing during their time in Amphibia in the same way she has.

“Something on your mind?” Anne asks, and Marcy realizes her movements have stalled. The old rag hangs limply from her hand. Glitter floats throughout the tub, green and blue mixing and mingling together in the cold liquid. It’s probably a bad idea, rinsing the shimmering cloth in the water one of them is meant to bathe in. It’s too late at night for Marcy to really care, though.

“Yeah,” Marcy says.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“I’ll tell you soon.”

It’s a promise. One that she’s half-certain she’ll break.

They’ll be leaving Amphibia tomorrow, but not to return home.

It’ll be a new adventure. One just as exhilarating and exciting as this one. The story isn’t ending, just yet. Not when there’s still so much to say; not when there’s still so much to do, so much to explore.

Marcy will explain the whole thing in the morning, if the moment allows. She’ll tell Anne and Sasha about Andrias’ promise. She’ll tell them how they don’t have to leave, not yet. They’ll see the magnificent possibilities of the next world they’re set to explore, and come along with her.

It’ll be just the three of them, together. As it should be.

She’ll tell them. If not tomorrow, then eventually.

The cloth brushes across Anne’s cheek once again, before Marcy drops it into the bath. The water level’s now high enough that Marcy reaches across to shut off the pump, before it hits the end of wood and spills over and onto the bathroom floor.

“Thank you,” Anne says. A few flecks of glitter are still clinging to her cheeks, her eyelids. Still painting her blue, still glimmering in the light of a mushroom.

I love you, she wants to say, and the words almost slip out. Marcy bites her tongue before they can.

It occurs to her how easy it would be, sitting here in a tiny, half-illuminated bathroom. Close enough to touch, close enough to simply revel in the presence of one another.

She would wait for a joke of some sort, perhaps. God, I love you, choked out within a mound of laughter. Interpretable in either way; allowing Anne the option of a choice. Years worth of mindless conversations, years worth of silent promises and unspoken second-meanings all piling on top of one another to form such a simple little phrase.

God, I love you.

“It’s no big deal,” she says instead, her voice painted with a faint musical tune, lighthearted and teasing.

Anne smiles, whisper-sings “It’s no big deal,” in return, and in that moment everything is worth it.

Maybe she won’t say it tonight. Maybe she won’t say it tomorrow.

That’s fine, Marcy thinks.

They have the music box, after all. They aren’t on Earth, she isn’t moving. She still has Anne - still has Sasha.They have the music box, and with it comes all the time in the world. In any world.

#amphibia fanfic #amphibia fanfiction #marcanne #fae words #my fic

[milf-harrington]

actually i know i already replied @that-was-anticlimactic but im also gonna make this its own post bc it means that much to me so:

Seftan and David's wedding.

Like i said in an earlier post, Seftan was raised in a rich family. So he spent a majority of his childhood being dragged to these huge fancy events and forced into uncomfortable fancy clothes, reprimanded for not using the right knot for his tie, told to stand up straight and be polite and look nice.

Because of this, Seftan always dreaded the idea of an actual wedding. He always knew he was going to marry a man, but the details around it had also always been blurry, the kind of premonitions that are never clear until he's in the moment; so he was more than happy with simply going to a courthouse and getting it over with. A big event just felt too similar to his stifling, snobby childhood.

But David- David had always wanted a wedding. It was one of those things he secretly dreamed of as a kid, something he joked about with his sister and his cousins when they were drunk as teenagers. He wanted the flowers and the dance and the walk down the aisle.

A wedding was something theyd talked about, bc they learned to communicate after the rockier moments in the early years of their relationship, and David understood and respected Seftan's discomfort surrounding the idea of a wedding, and he tried to make his peace with not having one.

But Seftan loves his man so much.

So he gets coffee with David's sister, and a few months later claims he wants to try his hand at landscaping and starts clearing out the backyard like some sort of possessed gardener.

On their anniversary, Seftan tells David to dress up nice and then to wait in the kitchen for further instructions, and David does bc he's gotten used to just going with Seftan's weirdness, but then. his fucking dad walks in, also dressed nicely (but like. a comfortable nice yknow? like a button up and good jeans, v similar to davids own outfit) and he's all grinning and excited and now David is suspicious but he follows along when his dad links their arms and leads him outside and it's just.

Its fairy lights strung between the trees, and rows of garden chairs and flowers and an archway that Seftan very stubbornly tried to build on his own before asking for help from David's cousins and nephew, and the song playing is from Seftans cleaning playlist, the one they always dance to, and basically: they have a surprise backyard wedding on the anniversary of the day they agreed to be boyfriends, and they fully wing their vows (but its not that hard, its the same promises theyve been making with every touch or kiss or act of service their entire relationship) and Seftans wearing floral jeans and a white button up and glittery eyeshadow and he'd recently given himself a buzzcut and bleached his hair bc its his wedding and his parents arent invited and he can wear what he bloody well wants to

and they have the reception just,, in their house and their wedding cake is just a woolies mud cake that Seftan stuck a little man on top of, and they toast to a life together with lemon lime bitters and just. they mean SO MUCH TO ME

#macncheese (my ocs not the food) is everything to me #macncheese (s+d) #arson and other crimes (original work) #captain speaks

[idcnticxl]

Jenna’s Aesthetic

Being identical twins has never felt like a big deal to Jenna and Nova, they’re just sisters. It’s everyone else around them that made it out to be a bigger deal than it was, and they’ve heard it all from everyone they’ve ever met. Who’s older? Who’s more talkative? Who’s smarter in school? Do you have your own made up language? Can your parents tell you guys apart? How do you tell your guys apart? Can you hear each other’s thoughts? Can you feel one another’s pain? And of course the worst question of all: Do you like being a twin? How are they supposed to know if they like being twins when that’s all they know? The novelty of this idolization and interest from outsiders wore off incredibly quick. 

While the comparing and contrasting sucked, grouping them together as if they were a pair, a set, or two halves of one person was even worse. Teachers who, despite spending every day with them for months, couldn’t tell them apart. Classmates mixing them up year after year. Every invitation being addressed to The Twins. Jenna hated it. She didn’t hate Nova, she didn’t hate being Nova’s sister, but she wanted to be her looked at and treated as her own person. So from a young age she set out to make a change. 

General Appearance

Naturally with being identical twins Jenna and Nova share a number of physical similarities. They both have naturally straight black hair, button noses, upturned blue eyes and bow shaped lips. Both twins stand at 5’7” and have a slim hourglass frame, and full C-cup breasts. They’re both luck enough to have a naturally high metabolism. One key difference that can be noticed about the two of them if you pay close enough attention is that Jenna is more lean.

Hair

Most of their childhood Jenna and Nova had the same haircut. A chin length bob with blunt bangs that came down just about at their eyebrows. Jenna started to grow out her hair at 10 years old, most of the time now she likes it to be just past her shoulders at its shortest. Sometime between eighth and Nineth grade Jenna decided that she wanted a more drastic change. She wanted to go blonde. After a lot of begging, and pleading, and talking about it her mother finally relented and took her to a salon. It took a few sessions but eventually Jenna hair managed to be lightened from black to dirty blonde. She absolutely loved the look and has stuck with it ever since. She personally loves styling it by braiding it when its damp to give herself the looks and texture of having beachy waves. 

Most days she tends to leave her hair down to really let the blonde beachy waves show off, but she’s also a fan of doing French braids and low messy buns. 

Make-Up

Jenna prefers a neutral range of eyeshadow, black eyeliner, rose blush, and a deep red matte lipstick. If she’s going somewhere that’s meant to be more fun like a party, club, or concert, she might add in more colour with her eyeshadow. She’s also very fond of shimmering and glittery eyeshadows. 

Clothes

There’s not really anything in particular about Jenna’s style that makes her stand out. She loves presenting and dressing feminine. She has a large wardrobe of tank tops, crop tops, shorts, skirts, dresses, leggings, yoga pants and high waisted jeans. She likes things to be well fitted to her body and loves and wears pretty much any and every colour, favouring more bold ones with purple being her favourite. When it comes to her bras the styles she likes best are bralettes, plunge, strapless and cage style bras, for her underwear she likes cheeky, bikini and tanga cuts the best. And she always matches the color of her bra to the colour of underwear she’s wearing. The only type of sock she owns is no-show socks. If absolutely necessary she’s also not above raiding Nova’s wardrobe for articles of clothing too, the perks of an identical twin, twice the clothes and you already know that everything fits.

When Jenna gets dressed in the morning she tries to think of where she’s going, what people she will see there and what sort of impression she wants to make. She always wants to look good to those around her and looking good makes her feel good. She also has no problem with showing off her body, or wearing revealing clothing. Admittedly, though, despite liking and wanting attention from both men and women, she does tend to dress more for the gaze of men in mind. Often she likes dressing in more popular/preppy, outfits, but occasion she does enjoy aspects of alternative styles and will often slip into that sort of style around the Fall. 

Accessories

Jenna loves accessories, she has a large jewelry collection of earrings, necklaces and rings. She likes to wear multiple accessories at at time, usually two necklaces and a few rings across both her hands. She also had a silver nose ring stud which is the one constant piece that she is always wearing. It’s the one constant way that she choses to match her sister. If she’s wearing shorts or jeans she’ll typically wear a belt with them as she has a smaller waist and it can be tricky to find pants that fit her properly. Her one favourite accessory that she gets the most use out of in the summer are her red heart shaped sunglasses with thin gold frames and red tinted lenses. 

Jenna also has a large collection of shoes with styles to fit pretty much every possible occasion. Sandals, Mule heels, slip ons, stiletto heels, Chelsea boots, wedge boots, knee-high boots, and even one single pair of hiking shoes that get seldom used.

#;Flipping Through A Thrift Store Magazine {Jenna Aesthetic} #;Tell Me What You Wanna Know {About Jenna}

[system-to-the-madness]

New Year’s Resolution - Pin Hawthorne x Reader

Pairing: Pin Hawthrone x (fem!)Reader Genre: fluff Summary: At the New Year’s party, right before midnight, Pin is looking for you, hoping to ask you an important question Warning: tiny bit of angst in the beginning, self-indulgent? Word Count: 3 622 A/N: I should point out that I have no problem with glittery dresses. But the moment this will post, I’ll be attending a party, and I know that compared to the other girls there I’ll be totally underdressed because I have neither the figure nor the money to buy a 70 bucks expensive glitter tube that I’ll never wear again (like they did), so I’ll be there in some black trousers and a blouse my mother lent me… Maybe I can get you guys a picture so you know what I’m talking about…

Pin‘s eyes wandered over the small crowd in the barn, which celebrated New Year‘s Eve, hoping to spot you again in the flickering lights. He had seen you the whole evening, sometimes there, in the middle of the dancefloor, sometimes here, by the buffet. The clothes you were wearing had burnt themselves into his mind, had become the pattern he subconsciously had hoped to see the whole night, and now was looking for. Unlike pretty much all the other girls you were not covered in a glittery dress with a somewhat too deep neckline, high heels and the contents of a can of hairspray. Instead you had bound your hair back the way you always did, wore a cute blouse with flowers on it, and black jeans. The only glitter on you was a hint of glittery eyeshadow, that made your eyes sparkle, but only from up close.

Now Pin was looking for your familiar shade of hair, for that blouse that looked so soft. Pin was glad you had decided against a glittery, tight dress. No doubt would you have looked stunning in it, but somehow Pin would have feared that you might not have felt like yourself. In the years you had been friends you had often mentioned how uncomfortable you felt in flashy and tight clothes, not like yourself. So while that flower blouse of yours had been on Pin‘s mind the whole evening (was it as soft as it looked? It‘s material seemed to flow over your shoulders like water. Would you let him feel the fabric if he asked?), he now could not spot you. In that moment Zoe turned up at his side.

“Did you ask her already,” Zoe wondered, her own dress covered paillettes, reflecting light into every direction.

“I can’t find her.”

Pin tried to stay calm, tried not to let the panic he felt seep into his voice. He needed to find you. Before midnight, with a few minutes to spare, if possible. He wanted to ask you something, but he would need to explain himself first.

“There’s not much time left, Pin,” Zoe sounded almost accusatory, as if Pin was not doing enough to find you.

“I know, but she seems to have left,” Pin sighed. “I’ve been looking for her for ten minutes now.”

He pushed one of his sleeves back, and glanced at his wristwatch. Ten minutes to midnight. Where the hell could you be?

“Jade said she saw (y/n) by the buffet just about fifteen minutes back,” Zoe tried helping, but Pin shrugged.

You could have gone anywhere since then. No, wrong. Well, technically not, but if it had been 15mins since Jade had last seen you, and there were still 10mins left to midnight… at least you probably would not have gone home. You needed half an hour back home from the stables, if you were fast, and you would not make it home until midnight. Pin doubted you wanted to spend the beginning of a new year in the middle of a road, by yourself, in the slight drizzle that had hung over the island since this afternoon.

Pin ran a hand over his face.

“Pin, think, where could she have gone?” Zoe asked. Pin knew she was trying to help, but it was distracting.

“I’m trying,” he pressed out, not wanting to snap at Zoe. She was trying to help him. Or the whole plan she had come up with backfired, and Pin would probably lose you. He would not be able to blame it on anyone but himself then, though.

Quickly he pushed the thoughts of your shocked and offended face aside, reactions he would definitely be faced with if you rejected his proposal… him.

Where could you be? You were most definitely still on the premises. You loved hiding on the hayloft, Pin knew. Not necessarily at the spot with the WLAN, but further in the back, where nobody could see you. You had even dragged an old bedsheet there, so the hay was not as prickly. Maybe you had gone there… But what would you do there? It was cold up there, and why would you want to start the new year all by yourself?

Just to be sure Pin searched the crowd for Marcus. Every girl at the yard was in love with Marcus, except for you. Pin had often teased you, tried finding out of maybe you did not too secretly harbour a crush on him, but you had always denied, in the beginning more playfully, the last time you had almost seemed offended. Pin believed you, but could not help the insecurity tucking at him. If everyone loved Marcus, why not you too? Why should you instead be looking at Pin? At least he hoped that you were looking at him. But then he spotted Marcus on the dancefloor, twirling around Susie. So you were not with Marcus either. That left only one other option.

“I got an idea,” Pin straightened, startling Zoe, who had also been thinking hard. “If she comes back without me-”

“I’ll keep her here, ‘till you’re back,” Zoe nodded, earning a thin-lipped smile from Pin.

He nodded and started making his way towards the barn gate.

Outside it was still raining. Underneath the roofs were still Christmas lights strapped along lanterns and rain gutters, their light breaking through the dark. As if it could protect him from the rain, Pin pulled his shoulders up, and hasted through the dark towards the stables. He knew exactly which one to go for, his heart first racing at the thought of what he was about to ask you, but then sinking, when the stable seemed undisturbed, no open door, no lights.

Maybe you had not come to see Pearl then? Pearl was not your own horse; your parents could not afford one. He was Mia’s horse, and she had graciously allowed you to ride him, seeming pretty uninterested in the animal most of the time, since he had no special skills, no exceptional character, and was no real beauty either. You, of course, did not care about any of that. He was the horse you rode, the horse you cared about, and you loved him.

One time he had seemed to be sick, and you had spent an entire day and an entire night in his box, until the vet had explained that Pearl had only faked being ill to get more attention. Pin still remembered how he had laughed back then, how you had rolled your eyes. Instead of being mad at the horse you had snuggled your nose against his fur, and promised him to spend more time around him. Pin, who had ensured you had had food and drink and a warm blanket while you had stayed with the horse, could not be mad either. It was rather relatable, he though. If it were so easy for humans to fake being ill, he too would probably occasionally do that, if it meant you would spend more time with him. It was a childish thought, and of course Pin had never done it, but the idea amused him nonetheless.

Now he pressed down the handle to Pearls box, deciding to check in there for you, even if there were no lights burning. As soon as the door had fallen open a bit, he realised that he had been wrong. There was light, just very faint one from what looked like an old fairy lights strung up around the lamp on the ceiling. And in the faint, warm light underneath stood Pearl, his head resting over your shoulder, your arms wrapped around his strong neck.

You did not turn or flinch, when Pin opened the door, but as he wanted to enter, you spoke up.

“Please leave us alone.”

You sounded sad, he immediately realised.

“What are you doing here,” Pin asked quietly, ignoring your request. Instead he stepped further inside and closed the door behind him.

“Shouldn’t you be at the party,” you asked quietly, still not looking at him, your face buried in Pearl’s neck.

“So should you,” Pin noted and stepped next to, to Pearl’s other side, smoothing down the maroon fur. It was soft, as always.

“But you should be with Zoe. You wouldn’t want her to wait for her New Year’s kiss, would you?”

Over the hurt in your voice Pin almost did not comprehend the meaning of the words you spoke. But when he did, it crashed over him like a wave.

“New Year’s kiss?”

“I heard the two of you talk.”

Finally you pulled away from Pearl, looking at Pin. Since you were not tall enough to look at him over the horse’s neck, you looked at him from underneath. Pin had to take a step away to actually see your eyes. They were red and puffy, but your make-up, the one he had noted earlier tonight made you look even more adorable than usually, was miraculously undamaged. Instead little, short horse hairs got stuck all over your face.

Pin almost would have smiled at that. It happened to him all the time, whenever he cuddled Elvis. There were always loose hair somewhere, and when Pin’s skin was moist, from sweat, rain or after he had washed his face, and then pressed his nose into the fur, there was hair everywhere. Your skin had probably been wet from rain. And tears. Pin wanted to brush the little hairs away, and explain that you had misunderstood, but you already continued talking.

“You asked Zoe if it would be alright to kiss her for the New Year, and she seemed just too happy. So you better go, it’s almost midnight.”

Pin furrowed his brows.

“How much exactly did you hear,” he asked, suddenly realising where the miscommunication had happened.

“Enough,” you frowned, and evaded his eyes. Instead you moved further down Pearl’s side where Pin could not see you, your arm slipping off his neck. The horse gently shifted his weight as if to lean into your touch.

“Apparently not,” Pin disagreed.

This was it, he realised. He would have to tell you the truth now, set things straight, and at the same time ask the question he had come here to ask. Although, he had to admit, the odds were not good. You were clearly upset, and he did not allow himself to believe it was because you were convinced he wanted to kiss Zoe for midnight.

“You must have missed the part where the whole conversation was about you.”

Pin could not see you, but he could tell you had halted in your movements. There was no more rustling of hay, no brushing of clothes against each other, no hand running over smooth horse fur. He waited a moment, waited for you to say something, anything, but you did not.

“I came here to ask if… if there’d be any chance you’d want me to be your New Year’s kiss. I- I’ve liked you for a long time, (y/n), and recently it’s just gotten more and more, and when Zoe suggested I should ask you for a kiss on midnight… it seemed like a good excuse. But I wanted to talk to you about it before, of course...”

You still did not say anything, did not move either. Pin already wondered if you had disappeared into thin air, when suddenly he heard you taking a deep, shuddering breath at the other side of Pearl.

“So you’ve come here… because?”

“It’s almost midnight, and I really, really want to kiss you and tell you that I...” Pin stopped. No, it was too early for that. “And ask you, if you would like to go out with me sometime. But if you want me to, I’ll go back to the barn, and leave you alone, if you prefer that.”

Pin was surprised at how steady his own voice was offering this to you. Never in his life would he want you to feel uncomfortable because of him, but at the same time it took all his self-control not to blurt out to please not send him away.

“I thought you wanted to kiss Zoe,” you mumbled, “And I really don’t want to see that.”

Carefully, slowly, Pin stepped around Pearl, so that he could see you again. You were standing at Pearl’s side, both hands resting gently at the round belly of the animal. Over the cute blouse Pin had admired all evening long, you had pulled a jacket to stay warmer, and the edges of your jeans were inelegantly pushed into your boots, so they would not get dirty. Your eyes, still red and swollen from crying, were fixed on the intricate pattern of the horse’s fur, as if you were studying it.

“That’s not going to happen,” Pin told you confidently, referring to the possibility of him kissing Zoe. He wanted to stretch out his hands, take yours in his, cup your face and ask you not to cry anymore, because everything was going to be alright. But he had no right to, so he just stood there, collecting courage for his next words. “I’ll ask you once, and if you say no, we never have to talk about this again, but...” he took a deep breath, eyes fixed on your face, even though you were still not looking at him, “can I kiss you for midnight?”

A moment passed, then another. Finally you turned your head to look at him. You were not smiling, instead you seemed focused, as if you were trying to figure out if he was making fun of you. Then, very slowly you nodded.

It was if a spell had been broken by that small action, and a relieved sigh left Pin’s lips.

“You got horse hair all over your face,” he noted quietly, taking a step forward.

You quickly rubbed your hands against each other, trying to get rid of the dust that had collected on them from petting the horse, so you could get rid of the hairs on your face, but Pin was quicker. With gentle, but precise movements he moved his fingertips over your cheeks and nose, brushing away the hairs. You wondered if he noticed you tremble underneath his touch. He was standing so close like he had not in a long time, his blue eyes fixed on your face, concentrating on you and you alone. You shivered from the warmth that bled from his skin into yours, and you scolded yourself for having jumped to conclusions, when you had overheard him talk to Zoe. Now your face was puffy and hot from crying out of disappointment, because you had been convinced he was in love with Zoe, when you had wanted him to be in love with you, as you were in love with him. And to make it worse, horse hair was stuck all over your face too. And he still asked to kiss you.

A question drifted to the surface, one you wanted to blurt out. You wanted to push him away and have him answer before allowing him to treat you so carefully, but you did not dare. Did this mean anything? Was this kiss supposed to be a one-time thing? He had said he liked you, so that implied that perhaps he was hoping for more. You definitely were. But what if he just wanted a New Year’s Kiss and then move on? Could you really allow him to be so close to you, when you had no certainty in that matter?

“Pin?”

His fingers froze on your skin, his eyes immediately finding yours in concern.

“Yes?”

Why was it so damn hard to voice this question?

“What happens after midnight?”

Pin furrowed his brows, signalling his confusion.

“Will… will it just stay at one kiss?”

Pin’s shoulders relaxed visibly at your question, and a smile tucked at his lips.

“Only if you want it to,” he answered, continuing to brush the last, short hairs off your face.

“I don’t,” you mumbled, wondering if your reply was too bold. Pin did not seem to think so.

“Then it won’t,” he assured you with another smile, cupping the side of your face in his hand. It was big and warm, a little rough from all the hard work he did in the stables.

For a while you stood like that, him gently holding your face, his eyes taking in every little detail, you watching him, barely able to believe what was happening.

Sudden cheering from the barn, loud enough to sound over the yard through the rain, startled you both, and quickly Pin’s eyes flickered to the watch at his wrist.

“Happy New Year,” he whispered, for a moment completely forgetting why he had come here, that he had asked to kiss you.

All that mattered was that the New Year had started with your cheek resting against his palm, your eyes so sincerely looking up at him. But then you repeated the words back at him, and he could not help but notice how soft your lips looked, how shiny they were in the dim light of the old fairy lights you had strung up in the box. The sudden urge to kiss you overcame him, and then he remembered that he could, that you had allowed him to. Still he hesitated, meeting your eyes, as if asking for permission to kiss you again. When you looked back at him with nothing but absolute admiration, he finally closed the short distance between you.

The moment his lips met yours, your breath hitched, your eyes fluttered shut, and your hands automatically searched for Pin, one coming to rest on his chest, the other insecurely moving up his arm, before settling in his neck. He did not seem to care in the least, pulling you gently towards him with the hand that cupped your face, the other he placed on your waist. Pin’s lips were warm, like everything about him, warm and a little rough from the cold air. His breath hotly fanned over your face, and you swore you could almost feel his lashes fluttering against your cheeks. Time and space seemed to melt away, your surroundings blurring into the background, gravity seemed to have lost its grip on you. You were floating through space, just Pin and you, closely pressed to each other, hearts hammering in your chests in rhythm, kissing as if you had been drowning, and the other was oxygen.

When you eventually pulled away, the world around you was spinning, and the floor seemed too fragile to carry you. Slowly you blinked your eyes open, finding Pin was already looking at you. His cheeks were blushed an adorable red, his pupils blown wide in a way that not even the little light could explain. His hand on your waist was tightly gripping onto you, as if he feared you were to slip away from him any second.

Carefully you loosened your fingers, which you had wrapped into his shirt during the kiss, and smoothed down the fabric. Pin smiled down at you, his eyes filled with so much love and happiness, that it made your head spin all the more. You thought about saying something, but nothing came to mind that would not destroy the wonderful atmosphere of the moment.

In the end it was Pin, who spoke up first. His fingers glided from your jaw to your neck and were brushing over your skin gently, his eyes leaving yours for the first time since the kiss, narrowing unhappily.

“You must be freezing,” he mumbled, “You’ve got goose bumps.”

Only then did you notice how cold you really were. For how long had you been out here? Half an hour? Longer? The jacket you had put on was thin, and even though it was not as cold as it would have been outside, the boxes where the horses stayed were not heated.

“We should go back inside,” Pin suggested, earning a nod.

Pearl next to you, made a small sound, startling you. How had you been able to forget there was a horse in there with you?

Pin wrapped an arm around you, and pulled you against him, gently leading you outside, where he switched off the fairy lights, and locked to door to the box.

Back in the barn, the party had continued as if nothing had happened, since everyone had agreed launching fireworks in close proximity to horse stables was a terrible idea. Soon Zoe found the two of you, the way Pin had pulled you close to him not escaping her. She quickly wished the both of you a happy new year before retreating again, feeling like she was intruding on something. And sure enough, as soon as she had left, Pin turned to you, a smirk on his lips.

“So… if I remember correctly, you didn’t just keep it at one kiss, right?”

You felt your cheeks heat up, but the embarrassment that accompanied the reaction was eased by the way the tips of Pin’s ears seemed redder than usually.

“I think your memory is correct,” you laughed quietly.

“Then mind if I kiss you again?”

You would not have been ashamed to admit that you almost melted at how cute he was. You had always felt like being able to consent to something like a kiss would be important to you, and with Pin doing exactly that, it felt as if you had been made for each other.

“I’m not going to stop you,” you smiled.

Pin nodded, more to himself than anyone else really, and nudged his nose against yours softly, before kissing you again lovingly.

Picture Source (edited by me): Golden Heart, Two Explosions, Three Explosions, Freddy Carter, Pies, Many Explosions, Baloons,

#pin hawthorne x reader #pin hawthorne fanfiction #pin hawthorne imagine #pin hawthorne imagines #pin hawthrone fanfic #pin hawthorne x reader imagine #pin hawthorne x you #pin hawthorne x reader imagines #pin hawthorne x y/n #pin hawthorne x reader fanfic #pin hawthorne x reader fanfiction #free rein fanfiction #free rein imagines #free rein imagine #free rain fanfic #mad stories #happy new year #mad fluff

[pinkoushi]

all dressed up

MINORS DNI

summary: due to a promise, your boyfriend Atsumu had agreed to get styled by you. turns out that he looks delicious in more feminine clothes

characters: atsumu x female!reader

warnings/contains: atsumu in more feminine clothes (skirt, crop top, fishnet stockings, a little makeup), dom!female reader, atsumu gets loud and whiney

word count: 1.1k

A/N: shout out to the love club server for helping me decide on the theme for this one <3 also! i call this more feminine clothing, but clothes have no gender!!

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“I’m not coming out.” Atsumu’s voice rang from the bathroom, muffled by the door. You could hear his awkward shuffling in there, the occasional grunt and curse escaping through the door.

“come on, you promised!” you were practically vibrating on the bed, excitedly playing with your fingers and bouncing your legs. “you can take it off right away if you want to, but you promised to let me dress you!”

You could hear him sigh behind the door, a mutter of him saying fine, and then the door opened. You nearly passed out. The black skirt was short, flowy material hanging deliciously over his muscular thighs clad in fishnet stockings. The deep purple crop top complimented his skin, laying tightly against his pecs and cutting off to show off the sliver of abs between the top and skirt. Making him sit down and put eyeliner on him was a good choice, the glittery eyeshadow as well, bringing attention to his beautiful eyes. Matte black nail polish already covering his nails. You shifted on the bed, arousal already pooling in your underwear.

“you wanna tell me why there’s no crotch on these?” he asked, picking at the stockings and glaring at you.

“mmh no reason~” you smirked, “give me a twirl, yeah?”

Atsumu sighed, cursing at himself for making this promise. But he twirled around, the skirt flying up a little, his soft cock peeking out. You hummed, standing up and walking over to him, placing your hands on his chest.

“so pretty” you whispered, hands moving down to his bare waist. For a second, you thought you saw your boyfriend blushing before he turned around, moving back to the bathroom. “wait! Hold on, come here…” you grabbed his wrist and turned him around, gasping when you saw his burning red face.

“stoooop” he whined, trying to move away from your hands now cupping his cheeks. Your nearly 6’2, professional volleyball player boyfriend was blushing. He wiggled, pouting and avoiding your eyes, huffing in frustration and blushing harder at how intensely you were looking at him. “’s embarrassing”

“but you look so cute, I don’t think I’ve seen you blush before!” you giggled, cooing softly when he once again tried to break free from your hands. “you’re so handsome baby, so pretty all dressed up for me” the deep blush on his face only grew darker, something poking your lower stomach. You look down, smirking when you notice the front of the skirt being lifted. Looking up again, you raise one of your eyebrows, the smirk plastered on your face.

“shut up” his voice was small, whimpering and shying away, hunching his shoulders to make himself smaller. Your prying hands moved down, wrapping your fingers around his thick cock and stroking him over the fabric of the skirt. Mewls and moans passed from his slightly parted lips, his shoulders shaking. You moved your hand off him, grabbing his wrist and bringing him to the bed, sitting him down. The skirt just barely covered his cock, a slight wet spot forming on the fabric from his pre-cum.

Straddling his lap, you stroked him some more over the skirt, staring down at the way it moved. His cock twitched under your touch, gasps and pleads spilling out of him, his hands holding your waist tightly. Atsumu still had his eyes closed, head slightly thrown back and his bottom lip trapped between his teeth. The blush was growing, slowly moving down his neck towards his chest. Your lips met the burning skin, sucking hard marks on his neck.

-

“o-oh! Ah- please!” you never realized just how vocal your boyfriend could be in bed, but riding him like this, with him wearing such pretty clothes, you’re taking notice. He’s barely keeping it together, it felt so filthy. The skirt was barely flipped up, exposing his hard and leaking cock. Hickeys littered his neck, sweat dripping from his body and the pressure from your hands on his chest was nearly enough for him to pass out. It was dizzying, your slick walls enveloping his cock in warmth and friction, he was a mess. Babbling noises of appreciation and pleasure poured from his mouth, squealing when you clenched around him. “fuck, I- please!”

“please what?” you grinned, sweat running down your face from the strain of bouncing on him. You could see the way his eyes had glossed over, rolling back in his head as another loud groan left him. It was addicting, the eyeliner smudged from his tears and the way he kept bringing his hands and arms over his face. You always pulled them off, demanding to see his face when he falls apart under you. Asking him a question in this state was probably cruel, knowing from experience how hard it can be to find the words when your brain is turned into mush from the pleasure. However, it was something he always did to you, so it was time for payback.

“I-! shit, fuck! Cum! Gotta- please!” he babbled out, a string of loose words being thrown out, some distant part in his brain hoping that you understand what he was trying to say.

“hm? Pretty boy wanna cum? Beg some more, then you can cum.” He nearly screamed at your words, stumbling over his own trying to get out as much begging as possible.

“please! Pleasepleaseplease fuck, I- fuck, please! Please, please let me cum, please let me fill- fill your pussy with, fuck, with my cum! Pleaseee!” his body was shaking, stomach tensing desperately and his cock twitching deep inside you. You only hummed out in approval, and he lost it. His hands flew up to his hair, tugging on it and moaning loudly. His body curled up, nearly knocking you off his cock with the force of his knees hitting your back. You could feel him spilling inside, stomach filling deliciously with the warm, heavy feeling of his cum.

Atsumu was still shaking when you moved off his lap. Breathy gasps passed from his parted lips, hands reaching out to pull you to his chest. He whined when your weight landed on him, a choked sob leaving him and his hands clawed at your back, wanting you impossibly closer.

“you okay?” you smirked, kissing his clothed chest.

“I- ah, I’m… I’m…” he was still dizzy, head spinning and his words escaping him. You fucked my brains out echoed in his head, in some distant part that he couldn’t reach. He managed to nod, at least he thinks he did because he could feel you sigh happily against his chest, laying you head down softly.

#miya atsumu #atsumu.babes #horn.knee #horn.knee.atsumu #nsfw.tag #x.f!reader #sub!hq.series #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! #haikyuu smut #atsumu x reader

[letsgivethisonemoreshot]

Take What You Need

Written for my best friend who has an obsession, which may or may not be my fault.

Word Count: 2,602

Warnings: Sexual situations

Summary: Things had been busy. It had been a while. And a co-worker offers you a little help getting the relief you've been seeking.

You walked through the halls of the performance center, swinging your arms absentmindedly. Stopping here and there to talk with people you passed. This place had really become your home over the last few months. You felt more comfortable in this building surrounded by the rings and work out equipment than anywhere else you had ever been. The group of people that you worked with almost daily became an extended family. You were all eager and hungry, willing to learn. And you hadn't come across someone yet who wasn't willing to help someone else out.

You hadn't been there long enough to be a "household name" yet, but you've made it to t.v. a few times. And were on all the NXT house shows and always got a great reception from the fans. Which also meant many road trips from city to city building your relationships with some people stronger. This journey that you were on has been nothing short of amazing so far. However, what was not amazing was the costume you were wearing. You wanted to get back to the locker room and get changed back into your regular clothes.

You had just finished up with a photo shoot. "Up and Coming NXT Talent is Scary Good". It was set to go up on the website mid-October. It showcased some amazing performers around the performance center. In the gym, posing in the ring. All in some sort of costume. Shotzi Blackheart was in her glory, running around in a skeleton jumpsuit with her poofy green hair bouncing behind her. You were dressed as a classic witch in short black dress with an outer layer of lace that looked like spider webs. You had some heeled black ankle boots with black and purple thigh high stockings. They tried to match the make-up with the costume with thick black eyeliner and smokey purple eyeshadow with a dash of glitter. You did talk them out of the lipstick though, saying that you thought it was just too much black and you needed some kind of contrast. You ended up getting them to try a deep wine red, which actually ended up accenting the purple in the tights perfectly. Secretly, you also just really loved that color. And of course you had the pointy black hat accented with black and purple glittery tulle. But you were just carrying it by your side now. It's not that you hated Halloween, it's just that you weren't quite ready for it in August. Besides, you were never really a short skirt and heels type of girl to begin with. You were much more comfortable in jeans and sneaker.

You had said goodbye to one of your best friends and watched as the excited skeleton skipped away down the hall. You were pretty sure she had actually been the first person they shot this morning, but it didn't look like she was going to be taking off her costume anytime soon. You turned the corner and had made it to the door of the women's locker room when you heard someone speak from behind you.

"They got you today too, huh?"

You turned around and saw Dexter Lumis standing behind you. Dressed in his black ring pants with the red ridges on the thighs, knees, and shins. No shirt, but matching red and black plastic looking apron, leaving his tattoos out in the open. He also exchanged his classes black gloves in for matching red ones toady.

"Yup," You replied to him, eyeing him up and down. "They didn't have you dress up?"

"They thought my normal ring gear was enough of a costume," He shrugged. "They said it looks like a serial killer or some haunted house butcher.

"Well they are definitely right. Creep."

He smirked. "And proud of it babe."

You rolled your eyes. On screen, Dexter was scary and unsettling. His face was also so stern, void of emotion. And he never spoke. But back stage he was the opposite. He was always making everyone around him laugh. But sometime his jokester ways got him into some trouble. There had been a few times the pranks he pulled made you want to smack him. But you thought you'd just end up hurting your hand more than him on his wall of muscle.

"Things are wrong with you," You said to him as you turned around, about to open the door.

"Aw, don't be such a witch."

You flipped him off behind your back, which just made him chuckle.

"When, where, and how hard sweetheart?"

"Dex," You groaned. "Go be disgusting somewhere else."

"From what you said earlier I'd think you'd rather I be disgusting here with you. But if you're sure…"

You quickly whipped around. "What are you talking about."

"I heard what you were saying to Mia earlier. About needing to get laid." He replied casually as he leaned against the wall across from the locker room. "Something about needing it hard and dirty I think."

"There wasn't anyone around when I was talking to Mia," You stated, ignoring what he actually said."

"I was in the hallway."

"What hallway? Wait, that dark one where they're storing all the chairs?"

"Yeah."

"Of course you were." You sighed as you ran your hand through your hair.

You thought the two of you were alone. Which is why you were venting to your friend. It had been a while since you had been with someone. You were single, and had been working out and training so hard lately you haven't really had time for dating or to meet anyone for that matter. Being with yourself at this point just wasn't enough anymore. It was starting to get boring. And it was starting to get to you. You had gone so long without any kind of touch you're the area between your legs would throb at the smallest thing. And had either of you noticed that there was someone else around, you certainly wouldn't have said any of that out loud. But, at least he wasn't there last night when you and Ember had a few drinks after practice and ended up rating all of the guys you worked with.

"Listen creep, I gotta go. I have some things I have to take care of."

"Yeah I bet you do. You know where to find me if you need any help."

"You know, I miss when you didn't talk much," You commented before disappearing into the locker room.

As soon as you closed the door you threw your hat to the side and leaned against the wall. Thankfully no one else was in there so you didn't have to explain your frustrated grunt at anyone. You really wished you hadn't run into Dexter right now of all people. Watching his large muscles flex as he talked was igniting the fire between your legs, going beyond the ache that you had been feeling all morning. And he always joked around and had somewhat of a flirty personality, so you weren't sure if his offer to help out was actually serious or not. On top of that, you couldn't believe that you cared enough to stand there and try to figure out his sincerity. Finding him and asking him wouldn't have been a smart idea, but your body didn't seem to care what your brain thought. Before you could even register you opened the door again. As you went to step out of the locker room, you saw Dexter still leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, next to the utility closet across the hall. His hair was perfect. His bright blue eyes watching her as if he never took the off the door to begin with.

"Going somewhere?" He questioned.

"Yeah, I uh, I need some air," You stuttered out.

"I bet you do. But that's not where you were going."

"And how would you know?" You asked him, slightly frustrated.

"Because you were on your way out anyway. You'd have just gotten changed and left."

He had a point. He was right. And you weren't quite sure how to reply to that. You tried to think of what you could say, but he reached out and grabbed your arm, pulling you into the closet with him. It was dark and full of cleaning supplied. There was enough room for someone to get in and get what they needed, but he was so large he took up most of the space leaving it feeling cramped. Especially once he had shut the door. You flinched slightly as he pushed you up against the wooden door. He placed one hand on the wall by your head. As your eyes began to adjust in the dark you could make out his glowing eyes looking down at you. Your cheeks began to feel warm as he placed his other hand on your waist. You tried to move away, but hadn't noticed that when he pushed you into the door he had placed his leg in between yours making it difficult to shuffle away. Now that you realized it was there, you could almost swear he was flexing due to how rock hard his thigh felt under you.

"D, Dex," You stuttered. "What are you doing?"

Instead of verbally replying, he gripped your hip tighter and pulled you forward, dragging you across his thigh. Your breath hitched and your eyes closed as he slowly moved you back and forth, making sure your sensitive area was scraping across the raised fabric of his pants. You heard him whispering something about knowing that you'd be back. But you weren't paying attention to that now. You were paying more attention to how his decorative ring gear was hitting all the right spots between your legs. If angled just right your clit would brush against the material and make your head fall back against the door.

This shouldn't be happening right now. This was wrong in every way. He was your friend. Your co-worker. And you were at your place of business in some cleaning closet. Technically during working hours since you were both there for the photo shoot today. Sure, Dexter made jokes, everyone did. But no one actually means them. And sure as hell never acts on them. But somehow you were against the door of that closet riding the thigh of a guy you had never even talked to outside of your work setting.

Suddenly, his hand lifted from your hip and all motion stopped. An involuntary whine escaped your lips as your eyes snapped open. Dexter put his free hand against the wall on the other side of your head. You looked at him in confusion as his mustache curled up into a smirk.

"Don't be shy babe," He said in a husky voice. "Take what you need."

Any part of you that was reserved about what was happening had quickly disappeared. The throbbing between your legs had grown stronger since you stopped moving. And you missed the way his thigh forced your panties to roughly rub the lace between your lips in the most wonderful way. You began to move again, watching for his reaction. Making sure this wasn't part of some prank he was pulling on you. But he just braced himself against the wall and nodded. That was all you needed to pick up your pace and rub yourself faster across his leg. Your hands slid across his ink covered arms in a much more sensual way than they ever had before. All of the worry you had before about this feeling wrong and getting caught was not replaced with excitement. Humping the thigh of your co-worker at work like a sex deprived whore was hotter than you could have ever imagined. You looked up at him, biting your lower lip as he seemed to enjoy watching you. Maybe this was more of just a friendly favor, and more of a win-win scenario for him. You groaned as you dug your nails into his biceps as he flexed his leg muscles again underneath you.

He removed his right hand from the wall and clasped it lightly around your throat, reminding you to keep quiet. His smile and small growl said that he enjoyed the way that simple motion caused your eyes to roll back in your head. Your pace quickened even more as you felt the knot in your stomach growing tighter, like a pressure spring that was about ready to explode. Your breathing was more labored and shallow as you grabbed his arms tighter.

Without warning, Dexter backed up pulling you with him. You were about ready to curse at him for you being so close to that sweet release you craved and taking it away. But before you could he spun you around and pushed you forward towards the door again. Your elbows bent, forearms and palms landed flush against the door preventing you from slamming your face into it. You still didn't get a chance to ask your friend what he was doing because as soon as you hit the door his left hand clamped down over your mouth. He pulled your head back and buried his nose into your hair while his right hand was snaking it's way up your thigh and under your skirt before dipping into your underwear. The lace was peeled away and replaced with the smooth cool leather of his glove gliding between your folds. Spreading around the wetness more if that was even possible. It was definitely a contrast to what you previously felt, but was very welcome.

He held you close to him as he began rubbing circles around your clit. You were thankful he did because it wasn't long before the feeling of that made your knees buckle. Your nails scratched at the door in front of you and your moans were muffled by his gloved hand as he rubbed harder and faster. He was relentless, not giving any kind of break to the sensitive bud as your hips twitched. That knot in your stomach took no time at all to build back up again, exploding as he tried to silence your strangled cry.

He removed his hand from your mouth allowing you to try and catch your breath. You rested against the door as he removed his other hand from between your legs. You could see him out of the corner of your eye licking his glove clean from all of your juiced. You turned around, leaning your back against the door giving him a half smile as you came down from your high.

"Sorry babe, but I couldn't let you mess up my pants before I got the photos taken. Feel better?"

You nodded, unable to speak as your head was still sightly spinning.

"Good," He smiled. "Sorry to do this and run, but I'm late for the photo shoot. I gotta get there before they come looking for me."

You nodded and stepped aside allowing him space to open up the door. He stopped in the doorway and turned his head into your direction.

"If you ever need anymore help, you know where to find me."

He winked at you, then took off down the hallway. You rolled your eyes while smiling to yourself. Something about him could be the perfect amount of sexiness and sass. You stayed behind for a minute, straightening out your dress, giving some time between him leaving and you in case anyone had been around and saw him leaving before you snuck back across the hall to the locker room.

#dexter lumis #dexter lumis x reader #dexter lumis one shot #dexter lumis imagine #dexter lumis fanfic #wwe fanfiction

[sml8180]

Party

Day 31 for @huffletrax YuleTube prompt list! I had a lot of fun writing these stories, honestly. A few of them even let me expand the Chaos is Normal universe a little bit, which was really fun.

This story does include some mildly suggestive content (roughly to the extent that “Dark” had, so it isn’t anything major, but I thought it would be a good idea to give a heads-up).

Party

Roman was excited for the New Year’s Eve party he and Remus had pulled together. They had finished decorating the smaller ballroom in the central castle in the Imagination. It had been determined that this would happen even before Janus had revealed his name, but it was even bigger now that his joining the main group was being celebrated, as well.

Roman straightened out his ascot and secured it with the tie pin that featured his logo. He knew Remus would be in a similar outfit tonight; they’d planned that out, after all. The Prince pulled on his vest and buttoned it up, before sitting on the bench at the end of his bed and pulling on his tall boots, lacing them up and tying them. He tucked the ends of the laces into the boots, and stood once more, adjusting his hair in the mirror before straightening up, smiling a bit to himself. His boots were black, as he usually wore. His pants were white, and fit close to his frame. Roman had on a red dress shirt, with a white ascot, and over that he had a white vest with gold roses embroidered in. Over everything, he pulled on a red tailcoat. He rarely wore this suit, finding it far too formal for most events, and especially before Remus was accepted, he hated wearing it, as it made him stand out a bit much even for his own liking. But, Remus would be in a similar suit, which comforted him.

Roman came into the ballroom to find the castle staff setting out different food and drink options, and Remus setting up a few smaller things off to the side. Remus was in a similar outfit to Roman, though his clothes were black where Roman’s were white, green where Roman’s were red, and instead of gold roses, Remus’ vest had silver thorns embroidered in. Remus’ mustache was trimmed and neat, and his hair, though fluffy, was actually combed, and the white streak was freshly touched up, going by just how brightly it stood out from the rest of his hair.

“Looking good, Re,” Roman praised with a smile. It wasn’t often Remus would clean up like this, so it was quite a sight.

“Right back at ya, Romano,” Remus smiled. “Matthew keeps trying to get me to put on my damn crown.”

“I almost forgot about the crowns,” Roman mused. “Would you wear it if I wore mine?”

“They’re still dumb.”

“We’ll look dumb together, then.”

“Fine.”

Almost immediately, a pair of castle staff approached the pair, one carrying a gold crown with red jewels set into it, and the other carrying a silver crown with green jewels set into it. The crowns were set on each twins’ head, and the two staff bowed and took off to assist with final preparations. It didn’t take long for things to be completely ready, just in time for the other residents of the Mindscape to enter.

Logan was first, unsurprisingly. They were dressed in a fairly simple suit, with black shoes, dark blue slacks and matching jacket, black shirt, and a two-toned blue tie consisting of a dark blue base color, and lighter blue circuit-board patterning. Their hair was combed back neatly away from their face, and they actually looked a bit intimidating.

Entering next was Janus. He was in a set of black shoes and black slacks, a yellow dress shirt, black bowtie, and a black suit jacket with an intricate snake embroidered into the left side with metallic gold thread. As usual, he had his yellow gloves, bowler hat, and capelet on, as well. As always, he looked put together.

Patton and Emile entered together. Patton wore the grey suit he’d worn in the courtroom before Lee and Mary-Lee’s wedding, though his jacket had hearts and swirls embroidered into it in light blue, and he had a small frog pin on his lapel. Meanwhile, Emile wore a tan two-piece suit, white shirt, and a light blue tie with a light pink paisley pattern on it. It was a new tie Patton had just given him for Christmas, and Emile seemed to love it.

Virgil came in next, dressed in black skinny jeans, black heeled boots, a purple dress shirt, black tie with shimmery purple spiderwebs patterned on it, and a black vest with his usual purple and black patches and white stitches. His eyeshadow was more glittery than usual, and had a purple tint to it, and he was wearing proper eyeliner, as well.

Remy and Dice came in last, entering together. Remy had on his dark sunglasses, like he always did, along with a set of black shoes, black skinny jeans, a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a tie the color of coffee with a bit of cream added with a pattern of white Zzz’s all over it, and matching suspenders. Dice, meanwhile, was wearing black shoes, black slacks, a dark grey turtleneck, a dark plum suit jacket, and a scarf made to look like a strip of film. To say they both looked good would be an understatement.

With everyone now in the ballroom, the party was able to properly begin. Everyone seemed to be having a good time, chatting, eating, drinking, and getting up to various sorts of shenanigans. Remus pulled Logan aside to dance, Remy was seemingly playing a game with himself to see just how bright he could get Patton and Emile to blush -which at some point the other two seemed to join in on and retaliate, trying to make Remy blush as bright as they could get him to-, Janus was chatting with Dice about various movies, and Virgil and Roman were joking and chatting.

By the time midnight was approaching, just about everyone had shed at least one layer of their clothes. Remus and Roman had both ditched their tailcoats, many of the others had shed their jackets, Dice had also taken off his scarf, Janus had taken off his capelet, hat, and jacket, and untied his bowtie, Remy’s suspenders were no longer on his shoulders, but rather hanging from where they were secured to his pants, Virgil was walking around without his shoes on, and even Logan had taken off their jacket and loosened their tie.

Patton, Emile, and Remy were growing fairly handsy with one another, and Remus and Janus were in a similar state. Virgil half-joked that it wouldn’t be surprising if people had various bruises in the morning. Roman had simply swept him into another dance in response.

Time practically flew until they were approaching the final countdown to the new year. Roman attempted to get everyone’s attention, though over the noise his words were lost, until Remus got up on a table, cupped his hands around his mouth, and shouted.

“Hey, horny bastards, listen up!” Remus called out over the group, catching everyone’s attention and directing their eyes to him as he cackled.

“To be fair, you’re a horny bastard, yourself,” Logan stated, pushing their glasses up the bridge of their nose.

“Yeah, but that’s my natural state of being,” Remus shrugged.

“Put a pin in that, for now,” Roman stated. “I just wanna say, before we ring in the new year, that this year was quite a ride. We’ve helped Thomas, helped each other. Hell, there’s no more Dark Side to the Mindscape! We’re all together, now. Thomas met a cute guy, we accepted Remus,” he paused and looked at his twin, smiling a bit as Remus looked back up at him with a smile of his own. “Logan came out of the closet, and we finally learned Janus’ name. Sure, Thomas skipped out on a massive call-back, and went to a wedding where he felt like he was just another face in the crowd, and, he burnt himself out… But, we’ve all learned from all that. This coming year will be better, I know it,” he finished, as the others murmured their agreements.

Soon, the group had all pulled themselves together enough to head out onto the balcony and join the final countdown to the new year. Roman had Virgil held close, an arm around his shoulders. Remy had Patton and Emile held close to him, and Remus held Janus and Logan around the shoulders. Dice was leaning against the wall near everybody else, seemingly unbothered by the fact he wasn’t being held close by someone else.

Finally, the countdown began.

“Ten… Nine… Eight… Seven… Six… Five… Four… Three… Two… One… Happy New Year!”

The Sides all joined in, cheering as fireworks began to go off overhead. There were kisses exchanged, laughter, and just a wave of joy coming over everyone. It was enough excitement to turn Virgil’s eyeshadow a bright, glittery purple as Roman pulled him into a kiss.

It was another hour or two until everyone finally started to head to their own rooms. Roman and Remus simply snapped away the mess left behind, before leaving with their partners to go back into the main Mindscape. It had been quite the party to welcome the new year, and everyone was hoping that things would look up in the coming year. In the morning, they would all be talking about the previous night, once they started to recover from the late night and drinks. For now, though, everyone was off to likely either fool around, or simply rest, crashing half-dressed on their beds. 

#Holidays2020 #Day31 #Sanders Sides Fanfic #Sanders Sides #Roman Sanders #Remus Sanders #Janus Sanders #Logan Sanders #Patton Sanders #Virgil Sanders #Dr. Emile Picani #Dice Sanders #Remy Sanders #Creativitwins #Brotherly Creativitwins #Prinxiety #Patton x Remy x Emile #Intruloceit #Sympathetic Janus #Sympathetic Remus #Sympathetic Dark Sides #New Year's Eve #New Year's Eve Party #Semi-Formal Wear #Kissing #Remus Being Remus #Implied Smut #Loosely Implied but Still #New Year's Speech #Fireworks

[thurisazsalail]

UPDATE: This has been shipped! If I delete the post, Tumblr will still have copies floating around... x.x But if I come across more free makeup, I’ll post it. <3

Hey Tumblr people!  If you are trans and want to try out makeup but are way too Can Not Do in public right now, that’s cool.I have a bunch for $10, including shipping in the US from Florida. 

Why? What happened? 

I bought one of these caboodles kit things because... mostly I wanted the cool glittery case thing, and now I have some assorted makeup stuff from it and the free gift thing Ulta gives that I won’t ever use. It’s all “starter makeup”, which means Ulta quality is really hit-or-miss. I like Ulta, Wet-n-Wild, and other brands like that because they’re accessible, cheap, and most of all, even if their quality isn’t the greatest, you get to try out a lot of different looks, colours, and techniques before committing a LOT of money to something you don’t like. 

I love bronzer. On other people. I am glad I spent $7 on bronzer before I paid $35 for a better brand-name bronzer and “lost” that 5x money, yeah? You might figure that out, too. And sometimes cheap brands surprise you! I ended up finding out monistat anti-chafe silicone gel works better on my incredibly-dry skin than some expensive primer. Who knew? You might find that out, too. Or something like that. 

What do you get?

$10 pays for the makeup and priority mail shipping, insured, in the US, in a plain priority mail box with no rainbows or stickers or any of that crap. My camera phone sucks~ right now, so please check up October 2020 free Ulta gift photos for swatches + previews on colour tones, but all shades are “neutrals” like pinks, browns, tans, golds. A mix of mattes, shimmers, glitters, etc. so you get a broad idea of different types of makeup, nothing too bold or ‘wild’; stuff that works on “most” people with a primer or a base under it. So for some makeup, it’s better to use a lighter or darker base to make it show up more. I do that for eyeshadow and lipstick a lot.

- 5 travel brushes, two with gold glitter. I love them but have too many brushes. (three are from the caboodles photo) - 1 eyebrow wax + powder palette, 1 double-sided eyebrow pencil (those are in the bottom photo, too) - 1 black mascara - 1 face primer, 1 eye primer (black tube, tan tube) - 1 super fluffy soft makeup removing cloth - 1 blush/bronzer/highlighter palette (the one in the bottom photo) - 1 liquid blush (also the pink tube in the bottom photo) - 5 of the lipglosses/liquid lipsticks. One is a watermelon lip oil. I... hate watermelon stuff? Two clear glosses are super glittery, one is like peachy-pink glittery and one is bright pink-purple glittery. I bet they work well over other lipstick too, not just on their own.  - 8 shade eyeshadow palette in a variety of golds, browns, and tans, a mix of matte and shimmers, from the promo photo. I haven’t opened the plastic seal to find out. I have sooooo many neutrals. I have GOT to work through the ones I have before I can buy more. They’re great by themselves for “daily wear” or to blend with everything. Got a bright colour you turned out to hate? Blend it with a neutral. It’ll change your life. And your hatred.  PM me with address. I accept Paypal or I can set you up a custom listing on Etsy for $11 (the extra dollar is to cover their fees). I have a 5-star rating on Etsy so it’s like a layer of buyer protection, so I’m not some internet rando or something. Technically you aren’t supposed to sell makeup on there but I have a tonne of actual handmade indie makeup on there right now, and I’m happy to throw a sample on to “qualify” it for you. ::shrugs::  I ship out twice a week, usually Tues and Fri. <3 Everything in the first photo is yours for $10 Paypal or $11 if through Etsy.

[sagamemes]

goodnight moon   —   valley girl, part one.   every single line out of this character’s mouth is golden. here and below the cut, you can find 83 lines of dialogue from the first three videos of the series—i can not emphasis how much the content of these lines vary despite the title. edited for roleplay purposes, feel free to change around whatever you feel the need to to make it fit your muse better.  tw:  implications and imagery of violence, clown mentions, some gore and unsanitary mentions, abuse mentions / implications.

❝  don't be embarrassed!  i love girls who love to have fun.  ❞

❝  nothing spookier than rotting flesh, am i right?  ❞

❝  this dress goes about to right before the knee, is that cool?  ❞

❝  feel free to get up to any more shenanigans you want at the party tonight. fireworks, bees, wherever the night takes you.  ❞

❝  your face is so pale.  ❞

❝  blood all over you scales, bones shards in your teeth—that's tacky. pearls?  high class.  ❞

❝  got any fireworks?  ❞

❝  i would never get between a girl and her snacks.  ❞

❝  maybe i've seen you on instagram or something.  ❞

❝  it's honestly a little spicy when you never know if and when that someone special is gonna steal from you. always a fun little surprise. like, ooh, what's it gonna be this time?  ❞

❝  i have missed seeing your pretty little face here.  ❞

❝  and you have how many teeth left?  like four?  ❞

❝  you seem—really cool. i'm loving your energy.  ❞

❝  i do get pretty passionate when it comes to [food].  ❞

❝  there's something... seductive about scurvy, you know?  ❞

❝  oh, who's he?  ❞

❝  i need to reconsider my look.  ❞

❝  i know it sounds like an impossible challenge to make pennywise any sexier than he already is, but i can try.  ❞

❝  [that girl has/you've] done far too much for me, for me to refuse [her/you] a single thing.  ❞

❝  it'll be so cute, i promise.  ❞

❝  they are definitely clones. sexy clones, but still clones, you know.  ❞

❝  i thought tonight would be a good time to step a little out of your comfort zone.  ❞

❝  pirates are so hot right now. well, they've been hot since, like, the 1700s but they have continued to be hot from /then/ to /now/.  ❞

❝  i know what i'm talking about:  as you can see, i look super hot, right?  ❞

❝  i can help you with that. you know, i just like to see a girl look her best.  ❞

❝  so is it alright if i come up close and personal, touch your face?  ❞

❝  oh, there's a chocolate fountain?  ❞

❝  not to like, pressure you or anything, but you have to go with this one.  ❞

❝  works every time. well, three out of ten times, which is like, almost most of the time.  ❞

❝  it's gonna be cold tonight.  ❞

❝  that's good, it's good to be thorough and like, get a little taste of everything.  ❞

❝  where's the burrito from?  ❞

❝  you're not into the whole  ' titties out '  kind of look for you?  ❞

❝  if you would just—part your lips ever so slightly and like, pout them a little bit?  like they got your order wrong at starbucks?  ❞

❝  wherever the night takes you, it's cool with me.  ❞

❝  my ex stole from me all the time.  ❞

❝  i mean i won't be able to open the jar either, but i'll totally be here for like, emotional support.  ❞

❝  these are not very comfortable, but... very cute. the sacrifice is worth it i think.  ❞

❝  my job is just to make you as happy and comfortable as possible.  ❞

❝  you look /so/ terrifying. and also super cute.  ❞

❝  those, you know, needlepoint heels make me wanna die.  ❞

❝  i think you're gonna represent my brand perfectly.  ❞

❝  i selected for you a myriad—... is that a word? ...yeah, totally, a /myriad/ of things for you to try.  ❞

❝  that's gonna make me look like such a baddie standing next to you.  ❞

❝  you can't be glowing more than me, darling.  ❞

❝  this sweater's got a vibe like,  ' i'm so grungy that i totally live in a trash can '  but also  ' i'm so soft and fuzzy, oh my god, hold me. '  ❞

❝  i like to call this chunky boy my dragon puke necklace.  ❞

❝  can you and me be brow twinsies and both do the bitch brow every day?  ❞

❝  do you have any tattoos?  i thought so.  ❞

❝  you look like you've been dead for three days. gorgeous.  ❞

❝  sometimes i see her at pilates and i'm like,  ' wow, that scrumptious smoothie came at the small price of my heart. but glad you're enjoying the strawberry-banana swirl, britney. '  ❞

❝  do you have any shenanigans planned?  ❞

❝  murders and assassinations i would be all down for, are you kidding?  ❞

❝  you, my dear, are all set.  ❞

❝  no explosives?  oh my god, why are you even going.  ❞

❝  wait, dragons don't eat their treasures, do they?  they just sit on it and sleep.  ❞

❝  have we met before?  you look so familiar it's tripping me out a little bit.  ❞

❝  we're gonna go with the flow.  ❞

❝  you oftentimes tend to prefer the sort of dainty, subdued style, but what if tonight we went a little more avant-garde?  ❞

❝  you can fiddle with it, as a form of absent-minded entertainment, if some business-major won't stop rambling at you about mergers and acquisitions.  ❞

❝  you seemed like, a little bit weirded out last time.  ❞

❝  i've been living and dying for this eyeshadow palette lately.  ❞

❝  let me take a moment, or two, or three... to—reacquaint myself with your lovely appearance.  ❞

❝  or do you need assistance?  because if there's anything i'm good at, it's /assistance/.  ❞

❝  you're my last appointment of the day, i'm happy to take as much time as you need.  ❞

❝  i'll give you a little tip:  when you're having a chat with someone cute, you can just, casually brush a glittery clutch against them and when they get home, the glitter transfers all over their stuff—on their sheets, their clothes, their face, their dog—they'll notice it constantly, and due to the subconscious association with you and the glitter... they won't be able to stop thinking about you. they'll think that you're soulmates when really, you just gave them glitter herpes.  ❞

❝  totally thought i was over that, sorry.  ❞

❝  i think the red would suit you /perfectly./  ❞

❝  [this/i] will keep you nice and warm and like, ward off any dudes you don't wanna deal with.  ❞

❝  i hope your blender sucks and you choke on a chunk of unpulverised peanut butter.  ❞

❝  live for it, obsessed, would wear _____ like that every day if it weren't for the fact that it would make men pee their pants everywhere i go.  ❞

❝  i know i can be a lot.  ❞

❝  doesn't she have like seven cats?  and they're all named after types of metamorphic rock. she's the best.  ❞

❝  if you wanna go for that  ' ugly christmas sweater '  vibe, like  ' i'm so hot that i can wear whatever i want and you all can suck it ', these are perfect.  ❞

❝  it would make men pee their pants everywhere i go. ...now that i think about it, that's actually a perk.  ❞

❝  i would love to hear all about the party you're going to, tell me all about it.  ❞

❝  it was always kinda sexy, mysterious.  ❞

❝  would never do that to you, ever, no way, wouldn't dream of it.  ❞

❝  [you are/it is] a clean slate, ready for clownery.  ❞

❝  i saw you launch a firework through his kitchen ceiling.  ❞

❝  it's a little cliché but clichés are cliché for a reason.  ❞

❝  let's cuddle on the dumpster.  ❞

❝  you mean to tell me you haven't even /seen/ a vegetable since, last summer?  ❞

#rp meme #sentence starters #sentence meme #starters #rp starters #* sentences. #* meme. #valley girl #goodnight moon

[blueeyedrichie]

I'm warning you now that this ask is a personal attack. Ally u awakened something in me that I didn't realize was dormant and now I need more trashy early-mid 2000s aus. I need a Myspace au where Eddie is a Paris Hilton wannabe with a velour tracksuit and a Motorola razor with a phone charm and all of his pics are mirror selfies. And Richie is a rawr xd emo with snakebites and the song on his Myspace page is like nobody puts baby in the corner or something Ally please I need it

I am fucking SCREAMING OVER THIS like this is my entire life now. Literally no cap I’m hhhhhhh so obsessed with this.

Not only am I absolutely sobbing over the image of Eddie in a fucking velour tracksuit (juicy couture brand, and best believe that thing says JUICY on the ass, also it’s baby blue uwu) but it just makes me so happy that he has it and likes to wear it???? Because you know he’d be hiding that from Sonia in the depths of his closet but the moment she leaves the house or maybe late at night he’s putting it on to snap a new photo, definitely just to show off to his internet friends and not at all to catch the attention of a certain someone from his class.

He has a pink razr, with a purple poof ball and a little green turtle as the charms; also there’s a little rainbow sticker on the battery cover :’) and he takes those absolutely horrible selfies in the bathroom from way up above his head and in the mirror that’s covered in fingerprints and toothpaste splashes and half the time you can definitely see the toilet in the background, but it’s easy to ignore because he looks so cute in his lil tracksuit (and when he’s feeling extra fancy he puts some glittery hard candy brand eyeshadow on) and spends literal hours deciding which one to upload as his new default picture, and probably another hour deciding what lyrics to use as his caption. He ends up going with now tell me, who have you been dreaming of? Since it’s from his current profile song “Stars Are Blind” by the one and only Paris Hilton.

Then we have Richie, with thick, black framed glasses, an absolute disaster of curls on his head that falls into his eyes; which are lined darkly to match the chipped polish on his nails. He wears black jeans and hoodies and band shirts exclusively, ranging from Fall Out Boy to My Chemical Romance to Mindless Self Indulgence. His MySpace song is “Shut Me Up”.

Richie has an orange EnV with a cracked screen and an “it’s not a phase” sticker on the back (the words are like an ombré of the bisexual flag colors bc I say so). His top 8 is literally just Tom and then a bunch of bands because he doesn’t fuck around with that shit.

He ABSOLUTELY has snake bites, and he wears bracelets and shit all the time (he has one of those lil handcuff bracelets from hot topic pls I hope someone knows what I’m talking abt) and definitely has a chain on his wallet that jingles every time he walks. He smokes under the bleachers at school and hangs out with like three people that like the same music as him.

It’s not that Richie and Eddie don’t want to hang out, it’s just that they don’t really run in the same circles. They only have art together, and Richie is always listening to his headphones while he draws, and Eddie stares at him from his spot beside him, always amazed at how well Richie can draw. Sometimes Richie looks up and catches his gaze and gives him a crooked little smile, his silver piercings glinting in the fluorescent light from above them. What Eddie doesn’t notice is how Richie watches him too, and thinks it’s cute the way Eddie daydreams and fiddles with his little phone charms during class.

Richie does a lot of really shitty photo edits in photofiltre bc he doesn’t wanna pay for photoshop. When the day comes that Eddie comments on his profile to ask if Richie can make him one, Richie agrees. And if they start messaging back and forth and Eddie takes longer to decide what he wants just so he can talk to Richie more, then that’s just fine.

And then they start commenting on each other’s photos and messaging everyday and talking more at school and neither of them will admit it, but it’s so much fucking fun. They’re so different but complement each other so well, and next thing he knows, Eddie is hanging out in Richies bedroom sharing earbuds with him and listening to “Nobody Puts Baby In The Corner” and maybe he doesn’t totally hate it. Richie begs him to change his profile song because “the whole Paris aesthetic is actually hot,” he winks, knowing about her ridiculous catch phrase, “but you gotta admit that song sucks shit.”

Eddie scoffs at him, but doesn’t remove the earbud and just keeps listening, stealthily scooting closer to Richie as he flips through a sketchbook and shows Eddie his favorite drawings. He points one out, asking who it is and why his face is like that.

“That’s Pete Wentz, and that’s his grr face,” Richie then makes the same face, sending Eddie into a fit of giggles.

And normally, Eddie wouldnt post a photo of himself without his outfit and makeup and hair done just right, bc his regular jeans and shorts and sweaters aren’t the look he’s going for on his online persona, but he has to get a photo with his crush, because suddenly having people know that he’s hanging with Richie is far more important than a lil break away from his aesthetic. Richie rolls his eyes, but smiles and agrees on one condition, “you have to do the grr face.” Eddie pouts but ultimately says yes. They stand in front of the mirror on the back of Richies door that’s covered in sloppily written lyrics in what Eddie assumes is sharpie. Eddie stares at himself and tries to get it just right, snapping a couple photos, all of which have Richie either laughing or throwing his hands up next to him.

“I can’t do it right.”

“Just do it like this,” Richie makes the face to Eddie in the mirror, who mimics him. “Just like that!” Richie takes the phone from him so Eddie can focus, and then when Eddie gets the face just right, Richie throws his free arm around Eddie’s waist and leans in to kiss his cheek, snapping a photo to capture Eddie with the little sneer, and then another of his cherry red cheeks and dropped jaw when he realizes Richie is kissing him.

They end up going on a date after that, and they both surprise each other with gifts. Eddie makes Richie a little beaded bracelet, R+E are in between the pink, blue, and purple beads. Richie gives him a drawing he did of the photo they took together, except he drew Eddie wearing his tracksuit instead of his other clothes.

They both change their default photos to match (Richie uses the one of Eddie looking shocked; Eddie uses the one with the grr face) and they split the lyrics from another one of Richies fav Fall Out Boy songs for their captions: I used to waste my time dreaming of being alive on Richies and now I only waste it dreaming of you on Eddie’s.

#my writing #reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #this got so far away from me #and i love it #i miss myspace sm #also emo richie is my everything #literally #this is my life now #ill call this #myspace au #long post

[kiatheinsomniac]

The Party: Ezio M! AU

I posted this a while back on my wattpad but I thought that I might as well share it here too :). I made this three-part series around a year ago when I was stuck at a party I didn’t want to be in 

Ezio was hands down the coolest guy on campus. With those charming looks, family money, flashy car, brains and social-butterfly personality, there wasn't a lot you could find in him to dislike. And he threw the most popular house parties off campus.

His mother and sister were out for the weekend visiting their uncle but he had insisted on staying home to 'study' when he really wanted to throw a party.

(Y/n) only had one class with him - her Italian history class. She was taking three languages courses and the history of each country to go with them. She had been tempted to ask him for help with her Italian language class but decided against it - she hardly knew him anyway.

He'd usually show up in some form of designer clothing and flashy shoes - he always had the latest iPhone and all the new accessories such as AirPods or an Apple Watch. It was clear that his family was minted. He paid close attention to the class that she shared with him though, lapping up the knowledge as he took notes down on his laptop. (Though at times he'd take a little detour to do some online shopping). He was in good shape too - judging by the bag he'd bring to his last class on Wednesdays, he was a boxer too. Either way, (Y/n) knew of him but she'd yet to speak to him.

Currently, she was thinking back to a conversation she'd had with her friends earlier on that evening. . .

"C' mon, (Y/n), it'll be fun!" Kassandra begged.

"Maybe for you but not for me, I don't like parties." She huffed.

"Just this once?" Anne piped up, "You never come with us!"

"I know but-"

"Please (N/n), just try it, if you don't like it then we won't ask you ever again?" Aya contributed. The (h-c)-haired female released a sigh, knowing she would deeply regret what she was going to say next.

"Alright, fine." There was a cheer from the other four girls, seeing as Mary was there also before they all started to get ready.

In the end, (Y/n) had curled her (h/l) (h/c) tresses, styling them into a messy bun atop her head, pulling out the longer pieces at the sides to frame her face. Her makeup was as it usually was - minimal. She'd winged her eyeliner, edging it with a stroke of white, applied golden glittery eyeshadow with a little mascara, piled on some clear lip gloss and she'd gone the little extra mile and added some golden highlight to her facial features.

On her body was a figure-hugging long-sleeved black dress that was off-the-shoulder with black velvet knee-high boots that laced at the back and she wore a denim jacket, a thick velvet choker necklace and smaller bits of gold jewellery to accent the outfit.

But this was remembering herself in her dorm mirror.

As soon as she got to the party, her anxiety showed up as if on queue, making her feel as though something terrible would happen. Everywhere she turned, she felt claustrophobic, like people were out to hurt and judge her. She was worried that someone would try to drug anything she drank, that someone would try to grab at her inappropriately. Her ears only picked up on the nastier statements in conversations, making her worry that it was about herself, in her mind every laugh was aimed at her. She knew deep down that it wasn't but that didn't stop anything.

Eventually, she'd teared up while her breath felt short and her chest got tighter.

She'd run upstairs and dipped into the first room she came across - a girl's room so most likely Ezio's younger sister's.

(Y/n) had sat herself down in the corner by the window and curled herself up, hating herself for not being able to enjoy the party like everyone else. She clutched her jacket around her while she struggled for a breath that could satisfy her lungs that felt far too small for her body. Her head spun, her fingers tingling with pins and needles while her lower half felt numb.

The loud music blasting through the house, the bass rumbling deep through every particle it could, didn't help at all.

The floorboards outside the door creaked and (Y/n) prepared herself to get up and leave if some half-drunken strangers wanted the room. But the door opened to reveal the party's host - Ezio Auditore himself. He saw her sitting in the corner, struggling for air and quickly rushed over.

"Cazzo, bella, what happened?" He asked gently putting his hand on her upper arm, his other one resting on her knee.

"I can't breathe." She managed to get out desperately, her hand gripping onto his as though he were a lifeline, scared for her own safety at that moment.

Ezio didn't understand what was going on, was this a panic attack? An anxiety attack? He didn't know if they were the same thing or two entirely different occurrences.

"How can I help you?" He asked, quite scared himself. What had happened to make her this way? Had someone tried to do anything to her in his house? If so he was fully prepared to put him in his place. Growing up with his sister and his mother raised him with a deep respect for women.

"Just help me, help me-" her brain swam in a stormy sea of words, desperately fishing for a sentence, "pace my breathing. Breathe slow, let me follow" She managed through gasps of air.

Ezio placed his forehead against hers, cupping her face so that he had her undivided attention. He began taking in long breaths, holding them and then releasing them slowly while (Y/n) struggled to follow at first but soon managed to calm down. Her hands were trembling, holding his against her jaw, only just able to feel.

"Come on, let's get you off the floor." The Italian spoke, pulling away to stand up and sit on the edge of his sister's bed. The (h/c)-haired female brushed her hair back from her bloodshot (e/c) eyes before trying to stand up, only to find her legs failing her. She quickly attempted again, gripping onto the nightstand for support but her knees buckled under her weight. The dark haired male reached forward to pick her up bridal style, placing her down on the bed beside him.

"So, what happened? Did a guy try to do something to you? Santo dio, if anything like that happened under my roof-"

"It wasn't anyone. It's just me. I have anxiety, I was dragged along here by my friends and I just couldn't handle everything. Don't get me wrong it's probably a nice party but I just hate all parties." She mumbled, looking down as she wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand.

The olive-skinned male furrowed his perfectly groomed brows in confusion, "You don't like parties?" He quizzed.

"Never have done probably never will do. I'm one to stay at home lounging around with a book or Netflix. I just don't like crowds and deafening music." She admitted.

"Do you like drinking?" He quizzed.

"Well maybe with a few friends but not going out to drink, no." She answered. By now, he was deeply intrigued - he'd never met anyone like that before and he wanted to get to understand why she was like this. He'd turned to bring his legs up on the bed, sitting cross-legged as he faced her.

"Dancing?" He questioned, hopeful for an answer similar to one he'd give.

"Again - only with friends, not in a place full of people." She replied, looking up at him curiously through her lashes.

"Damn, ok." He said. He was so extroverted that her introverted mannerisms perplexed him.  "Why not?"

"It's the anxiety - I just find it difficult to have fun when I feel like everyone's judging me or doesn't want me there or wants to hurt me some way. It gets to a point where I can't handle it all and I just break down as I did there." She explained.

"But people don't mind if you're here, hell, they probably like seeing a new face." He reassured her.

"I know but my anxiety doesn't know that. It's like a stubborn little creature that's stuck in its ways, refusing to listen to reason and jumping at the slightest sense of danger." She laughed a little, not knowing how else to describe it. Ezio got another thought and decided to change the subject.

"What friends did you come with?" He asked.

"Anne, Mary, Aya and Kassandra." She answered.

"Well, Anne And Mary already got flat out drunk so Aya took them home and Kassandra's challenging the guys to arm wrestles but she's gonna pass out with a few more shots." He explained. "Do you have any way of getting back?"

"Oh I'll just walk, it's ok." She waved off. The honey-brown-eyed male shook his head in disapproval.

"Not this late at night in a short dress - the problem isn't you wearing the dress, it's how men see the dress and I'm sure you know what I'm getting at you're just very beautiful and look rather vulnerable. . ." He explained, feeling a little awkward.

"Oh. . ." She stopped to think, "I don't have anyone who can pick me up, could I stay here?" She quizzed. Ezio beamed a smile, his gentlemanly nature shining through.

"Of course." He spoke. "Do you want to wait out the party in my room? It's the only one with a lock and I'm sure you don't want anyone drunkenly jumping on you." He spoke as he stood up, leading her towards his room, "Believe me, it happened to my little sister once and I never heard the end of it. She's very cheeky, blackmailing me to do what she wanted so that she wouldn't tell our mother that I threw a party while she was gone." (Y/n) giggled a little while she walked along the corridor with him. He eventually led her to his surprisingly tidy room - tidy minus the clothes on the floor by the closet from where (Y/n) assumed he'd been picking out an outfit earlier on.

"Feel free to watch what you want on Netflix, get yourself comfortable, you can even wear one of my shirts if you like-" He winked, "-I'll treat you like my fidanzata while you're here." He paused in the doorway to flash a laddish smile, "I'll stay as sober as I can for you, I'm assuming you're not all that fond of drunk people." With that, he was gone and the lock was clicked from the other side despite not being designed that way - he must have turned it with a coin or something.

(Y/n) blushed a little while she sat on the edge of his bed. Did he not know that she took an Italian language class too or was he just flirting? She couldn't say that she didn't like the attention though - she was quite excited at the thought of sleeping in his bed. Was her little crush that she had on him previously developing into something a little more? She'd admire him at most chances and could imagine herself being with him but nothing ever happened because he never noticed her to show interest.

She sighed as she picked up the remote to his flat screen tv and put on one of her favourite period dramas: Medici. It was set in Florence during the renaissance following the Medici family and their influence.

She sat through half an episode before the itching at the back of her dress grew insufferable. She searched around the room for a pair of scissors to remove the label of the dress though quickly stopped her search after moving a shirt in the nightstand drawer to reveal a box of condoms. She really didn't fancy finding anything more personal so, with great reluctance, she removed her jacket, boots and dress and changed into one of Ezio's shirts. It was quite nice really, a plain shirt, a faded khaki green and the scent of his expensive cologne lingered on it. It almost reached her knees and felt ever so soft against her skin.

She laid back on the bed, exhausted from her attack earlier and let her head be embraced by the mass of soft pillows on his bed.

She found herself asleep by episode four.

Once everyone was chased out (or situated in the living room to sleep if passed out drunk), Ezio headed upstairs to his room, using the coin trick to unlock the door.

Netflix was still running on the tv and his mouth quirked up into a smile when he saw what she was watching. A popular show in Italy despite being English - yet it was all filmed in his home town, Firenze. He shut the door, locking it, then turned to face (Y/n).

Her hair was still up and her makeup a little smudged from turning in her sleep but he smiled at what she was wearing. What he said about the shirt had been hopeful thinking but it made him quite happy to see her like that.

He'd been wanting to settle with one girl for a while but most of them usually ended up being the same and ultimately not what he was looking for - girls who wanted to party and spend his money all while flirting with other men. . . It was unfortunate, really. There was a risk that he could clash with (Y/n), yes, but he was so intrigued by her and drawn to her beauty. Her arms were locked around one of his pillows, her body curled into it while her head nuzzled it occasionally.

Ezio smiled a little at how adorable she was while sleeping. He walked over to his closet to pick out some joggers to sleep in while he turned the television off.

As he was unbuckling his belt, (Y/n) stirred behind him, mumbling out: "Sicuro, sicuro. . . so che ti piace. . ." Turning in her sleep to lay on her back. Ezio's eyebrows shot up. Was she dreaming in Italian? Did she speak Italian? He knew that she was in his Italian history class but did she take the language too? How much did she know? Did she understand when he was half-joking about treating her like his girlfriend earlier?

Either way, his heart melted at hearing her (Y/o) lilted tone and he felt a little disappointed when she stopped talking again. Now dressed as he usually was for bed (shirtless with a pair of sweatpants on), he climbed in beside his guest, laying on his side to admire her. She let out a few incoherent mumbles every few minutes. She relaxed for a while before turning over to tuck her head under his chin, lacing a leg over his waist. He smiled a little at her sleeping habits before embracing her himself.

"Che cosa?" She muttered under her breath, "io-" she let out a huff before he felt her eyelashes brush against him and her breath caught in her throat. She pulled away a little to look up at him.

"Buona sera, bella." He teased. She quickly looked down at herself then up at him, beginning to realise that she had cuddled up to him in her sleep.

"Oh god, this is awkward, I'm sorry, I do weird shit in my sleep I-" Ezio cut her off with a melodious giggle, pulling her to his chest once more.

"It doesn't have to be awkward, it can't be awkward if we're asleep." He sighed against her hair, shifting a little when one of her hairpins poked painfully at his chin. (Y/n) attempted to calm her nerves. She'd never really been this close to a guy before and she most certainly wasn't denying that she was enjoying herself.

Her fingers trailed lightly over his toned chest as she wrapped her arm around him, nuzzling her head against his olive skin, hoping he couldn't feel her heart hammering in her chest. Perhaps being dragged along to that party wasn't so bad after all?

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