I Normally Don't Read Fanfics Written In First Person, But This One Is Amazing. I Really Liked It.

I normally don't read fanfics written in first person, but this one is amazing. I really liked it.

Steve retouching y/n's makeup was cute 🄹

SUNGLASSES AND LIPSTICK STAINS (part I/III)

Summary: after having his heart torn in half at Tina's party, Steve finds comfort in the most unexpected person. Who would have guessed he would develop such a strong connection with someone he's barely spoken to?

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

Genre: angst (hurt/comfort)

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Warnings: language, mentions of alcohol, Steve breaking down because that needs a tw.

A/N: taking creative liberty to a) move the release of 'Like A Virgin' Studio Album to September of '84, and b) make Steve and Nancy fall apart a bit earlier for the sake of the plot. It does have a second part, but they can be read separately. That said, enjoy <3.

Part II

Part III

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SUNGLASSES AND LIPSTICK STAINS (part I/III)

Don't cry don't cry don't cry, I begged myself, stalking out of the boisterous house with my thumb and index rubbing away the tears. Don't cry here, I repeated, not at Tina's fucking pre-Halloween party.

October's sharp air cut through my lungs, making me choke up. Maybe the drastic change of temperature wasn't to blame, maybe it was the lump in my throat I was desperately trying to swallow.

She didn't love me.

Gnawing on my lip harsh enough to draw blood, I put the sunglasses back on in an attempt to hide the inevitably shed droplets of salty water spilling from my lids —though they were dried by the light yet freezing wind as soon as they fell.

A part of my mind was begging me to give Nancy the benefit of the doubt, but weren't drunk words sober thoughts?

Drunk words. As stupid as it may have sounded, it hadn't dawned on me. She was hammered.

I had abandoned a completely wasted Nancy in a stranger's bathroom, alone in a house full of people like Billy Hargrove. God, I was the worst.

"Shit."

My eyes darted a tentative glance at the house over my shoulder before being casted down to stare at my shoes. I had to do it, didn't I? Or I could just walk away.

Breathe in, breathe out.

I could just get into my car and leave.

Breath in.

"Fuck." Sniffling, I turned heel and jogged to the backyard's door I had just walked through in search of a breather.

Navigating the crowd of sweaty, intoxicated highschool students was much easier the second time. Although I was grateful for not having to shove my way back to what had been my starting point, I didn't like one bit the way everyone seemed to spare me pitiful looks when I passed by.

Gosh I didn't want to do it —I really didn't want to— but still my trembling hand knocked on the closed bathroom door.

"Nance?" I hated how my voice so obviously cracked at the nickname. "Nance, open up." I pleaded, leaning my defeated form on the door frame.

A couple of seconds passed. Still no response.

"Nancy." I tried again, my patience running shorter each time the girl didn't reply to my calls. So short that I decided I wouldn't wait for her to turn the knob. "Jesus, Nance, can you—"

I froze at the now clear entrance; my mushed brain refused to fully process that the reason why Nancy was not listening to my request was because she was, in fact, not there anymore.

And what were the odds —genuinely, what were the fucking odds— that the tiny window facing the front yard was perfectly situated for me to see Jonathan Byers helping Nancy climb into his Ford LTD's passenger seat.

That was it, that was what it took. My body allowed me just enough time to shut myself into the bathroom before breaking down.

After sitting down —or more like falling—on the cold tiles, everything was a blur of shoulders spasming and heart pounding in my ears so loud that it prevented me from hearing my own sobs.

In the span of a year, my life had changed drastically —technically for the better, but I had lost my closest friends and pretty much everything that was familiar to me. I got by just fine because I had Nancy, and now she was most likely gone too.

I was alone. Again.

My fingers tangled and tugged at my roots in an attempt to ground myself. I had to— I needed to get a solid grasp of reality, get up, and walk to my car.

I was barely succeeding in pulling myself back together the best I could when the third mistake of the night came to bite me in the ass; I hadn't put the latch on.

READER'S P. O. V.

"Wait!" Samantha's fingers pinched dangerously tight the cheap white lace of my fingerless glove, which gained her a slap on the back of her hand. "Ouch! Where you going?! You just came back!"

"I need a makeup retouch!" I yelled over the party's racket, pushing my friend's grasp off me. "I'll be back in a minute!" I assured her, walking backwards in the bathroom's general direction. "Pinky promise!" Giving the girl an apologetic smile, my digits found the knob at my back and gave it a swift twist.

I didn't even realize I wasn't alone until I was fully inside the room with the door locked behind me.

"Oh my gosh— Sorry! I-" I frowned at how quickly the slouched form dressed in black raised to his feet and transformed into a fairly put together Steve Harrington, sunglasses on, chin up and hands on his hips, as if I hadn't walked in on him crying. "Didn't know... There was someone. Are you good?"

"Yup, don't worry, I was about to get going." He mumbled in a hoarse voice, rubbing his nose as he shifted his weight from one foot to another. "Uhm can I—" his index finger vaguely motioned at the door my back rested against.

"S-sure, yeah." I stepped further into the narrow space, clearing the way the best I could manage for the boy to leave.

He didn't leave right away though; instead, he stopped before me and parted his lips, drawing in a small breath as if he planned on voicing a thought, but nothing came out.

Maybe whatever booze Tina had put on that bowl at the kitchen counter was messing with me, but for an instant, I actually felt... bad for Steve Harrington.

"You uh... Came with Nancy Wheeler right?" I recalled seeing them dancing earlier and, thanks to the awkwardness my malfunctioning mind was putting me through, I completely missed the way he flinched at Nancy's mention. "I can— I can go get her if you want."

"Good luck finding her." A weak, rueful laugh accompanied Steve's sentence as he allowed his frame to lean on the wall opposed to me.

Apparently, he had no actual plans of leaving the bathroom, and it just didn't feel right to get out and let him be on his own, so I chose to tiptoe around the topic to at least get some answers.

"The damsel in distress left without her knight in shining armor?" It was a half mock I didn't bother to hide. After all, I had never been too fond of neither Steve nor Nancy, so no matter how well-intentioned I was, some bitterness was doomed to slip out.

Luckily, the boy seemed to take it with humor, choosing to not only indulge the poor analogy, but also taking on it himself. "Oh no, she left with him actually." He puckered his lips, giving me a couple of rapid nods followed by a resentful chuckle. "Yeah he's the knight in shining armor, I'm just bullshit."

"Jesus, Harrington." I whispered, my sympathy for the boy growing exponentially. I had a slight idea of who said knight in shining armor was, and if my suspicions were correct, what Steve Harrington was playing was a losing game.

"Am I that bad?" He questioned in a reedy voice.

"I... don't know?" It was surprisingly heartbreaking to not be capable of reassure him. "I just know you're a popular kid that sucks at history."

"But I'm not— do I look like a shitty person, like, from an outside perspective?"

'Yes' would be the truth, but the truth wasn't going to help anyone. "I don't know, Steve." I shrugged, grasping onto the edge of the sink's counter behind me. "For what's worth, since you parted ways with Hagan and Perkins, you come across like uhh... Like a better person?"

"I'll take that as a compliment, I guess." He announced, running his fingers through his tousled hair before shoving both hands into his pockets. "Thanks, Y/n."

"Oh, wow." I breathed out a genuinely surprised laugh, tilting my head to the side. "you know my name."

"What d'you mean? We were in like" one of Steve's hands left his pocket to aimlessly gesture around. "What? three group projects together? And that's just this year. How could I not remember your name?"

"I mean— okay, fair, but you're Steeeve Harrington." I leaned forward while dramatically dragging his first name. This, for some reason, seemed to genuinely amuse him; I caught a glimpse of his half smile before he averted his gaze from me. "King of Hawkins High and shit. Didn't really expect you to remember my name."

He snorted at my latter quote, the tension visibly heaving on his shoulders slowly dissipating the more we talked. "You're pretty memorable. Specially considering that you yelled at me for not arriving on time. Several times." He remarked, mimicking my motions, back separating from the wall in order to briefly bend over.

"Sorry 'bout that." An apology wouldn't have been my preferred choice of words in any other scenario, but the moment didn't really call for a witty comeback.

"It's okay, I deserved it." He responded, retreating to his initial position.

What followed was an uncomfortable silence that begged to be broken, but I had only so much to talk about with Steve Harrington.

"I should head o—"

"I like your costume." Either his comment was louder, or he was too in his head to process mine on time. "Sorry, what?"

"Nothing." I found myself dismissing my own announcement in favor of exploiting another topic. "I didn't take you for a Madonna fan."

"Why? The woman's smoking hot, and she got some bangers." His genuineness twisted up the corner of my lips in a confused smile. That was certainly not how I had expected my night to go, but so far I was oddly pleased.

"I like yours." I bobbed my head at his clothing choice. "Risky Business?" He hummed affirmatively, a tinge of pride making his chest swell. "Nice. Can I try on the sunglasses?"

"Uh... Sure."

Hesitance could be read in his body language whilst handing me the glasses. As soon as I got a hold of them, he immediately casted his head down, fixing his gaze on his shoes.

I spun around to face the mirror, deciding not to bring attention to his avoidant demeanor. "What do we think?" I questioned instead in a lighthearted, almost joking tone after putting on the sunglasses. "I personally think they make me look cool."

Steve peeped at me through his still watery lashes and the ghost of a small smile fighting to bring some light to his face. "You look cool."

"Nice try but nope, it's definitely the glasses." I countered, using my middle finger to slide them down my nose enough for my eyes to be visible. "They make a pretty good job of blocking the view, don't they?"

"They do." He muttered.

After catching his eyes on the reflection once more, I did an 180 and hopped on the marble countertop.

"First heartbreak?"

"And last." Steve's brows rose as he distractedly kicked the tiles.

"You know it's completely okay to cry, right?" He huffed, so I insisted on the matter. "Everyone's wasted anyway, you don't need these." My fingernail tapped on the plastic arm of the complement.

"Y/n," Steve scoffed, pushing himself off the wall to approach me. "I have uhhh a reputation." He stated with wide eyes and raised brows and, in the midst of trying to figure out whether or not he meant it as a joke, I found myself cackling. "Are you laughing at me?" He inquired with an outraged frown that I, again, didn't know if I should take seriously.

"I don't know, am I?"

"You better not." He barely had to reach out his fingertips to take the sunglasses from me, which made me suddenly aware of how close he stood. "I'm already sensitive."

"My apologies." I whispered with an amused smile, leaning back on my hands to put some more inches between us.

"As I was saying before you decided to be rude," he made a stop to place back on his sunglasses. "I have a reputation." His hand came to rest by my thigh on the counter. "So there's no way in hell anyone in here is seeing me shed a single tear."

"I just saw you sob, though." I teased with a quirked brow.

"I'll allow that because you've put up with me for" he brought his wrist up to his face as if he was about to check his wristwatch. "A long ass while. I'm sorry for keeping you here."

"It's not like you're keeping me captive," I nodded at the door, briefly redirecting Steve's attention to it. "I could've left."

"Yeah, but you didn't."

"Because I didn't do what I came here for yet." I explained, pointing at my face. "I was supposed to retouch my makeup."

"Why?" I felt the embarrassing urge to whine when Steve pushed himself off the sink. "It looks good to me." He stated in a confused tone, pushing his sunglasses up to rest on his head.

"You need glasses. Like, actual glasses," I declared, scrunching my nose. "'cause you're blind."

He puffed out a jaunty 'oh c'mon', which made a smile creep up my visage. Had I just managed to cheer him up?

"You wanna have a laugh before leaving the bathroom?"

"What do you have in mind?"

Steve's eyes notably widened when I pulled up the side of my white layered tulle skirt, which sent me into a fit of giggles while I fished out my mini makeup palette from my thigh high, and consecutively extended my arm to hand it to him.

"Fix my makeup, pretty boy."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

STEVE'S P. O. V.

No matter how many times Y/n had assured me I could mess it up and she wouldn't mind because 'it's a Halloween party anyway', I still tried to do my absolute best, which obviously required a very slow process for something Y/n could have probably finished herself in a couple of minutes.

"Stay still."

Knocknocknock!

"IT'S OCCUPIED!" The girl shouted, making me yank her face back to me by holding her cheeks.

After the second person who walked in on me attempting to retouch Y/n's makeup, we had decided to put the latch on the door.

"I'm struggling here, Y/n," I absentmindedly informed her, words coming out muffled by the lipstick I held between my teeth while I tilted her chin up. "so if you could please stop moving—"

"Steve, I appreciate the dedication, but you're taking forever." she quipped in a lighthearted manner.

"Excuse me, but I believe you told me to fix up your makeup, not to ruin it." I riposted before blowing away the surplus dust from the brown eyeshadow I had just finished applying. "Okay, we reached the critical point." I announced, putting down the compact case to take the red lipstick bar from my mouth.

"Okay wait!" Y/n, who had until then been lolling on the countertop, sat upright and wrapped her fingers around both my wrists. "Now I want you to take it easy. This lipstick" she shook my right wrist. "Is a menace. You gotta be careful."

"Pfffft I got this," I assured her with regained confidence I had thought lost when I first entered the bathroom. "trust me."

"Alright, I'm trusting you." Her hands released mine and went to rest on her lap.

"But you can't move."

"I won't."

"And you can't talk." I reminded her, holding her jaw still with one hand while the other held the lipstick a couple of inches away from her lips.

"Okay." Our voices had gradually gotten lower until hers became a barely audible whisper, followed by a silence filled only with the distant sound of Psycho Killer playing in the living room.

Slowly but surely, Y/n's plump lips were carefully coated in a deep shade of red. Blinded by self-assurance and the incomprehensible wish to prorogue my time standing inches away from her, I resolved to do a second layer.

Not even halfway through the process, the bar slipped down. "Shit!"

"Steeeve, that's not my lip." She singsonged with a growing grin that made my task much difficult for more than one reason.

"I know. wait, I think can fix it— stop smiling!"

"I'm sorry!"

"I'll fuck it up even more! Damn it, Y/n." I took a deep breath, straightening my back in order to release some tension. "hold on."

Cradling her cheeks to make sure she was kept in place, I brushed the red beneath her lower lip with my thumb, slightly parting it from her upper one as a consequence.

The mistake was quickly fixed, but I was unable to let go. There was definitely something mesmerizing about that shade of red, I figured after finding myself repeating the previous motion with my thumb, this time with a featherlight touch.

"I fixed it." I struggled to find my voice and release Y/n's face, but I managed. Had I not known better, I'd have sworn she sighed when my hands switched her skin for the countertop. "You wanna... Uh... Check?"

"Sure." I didn't have time to take a step back before being frozen in place by her motions; instead of turning around to look at the mirror, she pulled my sunglasses down to my nose and checked herself in the reflection.

The sunglasses must have done an excellent job of blocking the view, because Y/n seemed completely unaware of how my eyes had latched onto her lips and wouldn't let go.

"I'm impressed, Harrington." She commented, returning the sunglasses to my head without a warning.

It took me a second too long to lift my gaze from the red lipstick.

"Steve?"

I wanted to voice my thoughts —I really did—, but my exhaustion only permitted me to act on impulse.

A muted gasp escaped Y/n's throat when I lunged forward to press my lips to hers, which made me realize how stupid that decision had been.

Just as I began to pull away, Y/n's lace covered palm found it's way to my cheekbone, sliding into my hair as soon as my own hands landed on her hips, bringing her upper body closer to mine.

I wouldn't be able to tell whether it lasted two seconds or two minutes, but it felt way too short.

"Okay" her soft panting fanned over my parted lips. "Okay we can't— this—" she puffed, shaking her head 'no' as she leaned back. "We can't do that."

In my haze and my neediness, I could only ask, "W-why?"

"Because" she contorted to the side to reach for a wet towel laying near the sink. "You're dating Nancy Wheeler—"

"I don't know about that."

"and" she went on, shushing me with her index finger before attempting to remove the red mess her lipstick had made on my mouth and around. "I have to see her nearly every afternoon." She might have noticed my confused visage, because, with a sigh, she explained further. "My little brother is best friends with Mike."

"Henderson." My brows raised so high they met my hairline. It had taken me a hot minute to put two and two together. "Holy shit."

"Holy shit." She agreed, giving me a soft push so she could jump down the sink. "Now, I don't particularly like Nancy, but I don't know if I'd be able to look at her in the eye after..."

"Fair point. Jesus, I'm sorry." I groaned, taking off the glasses to manually comb my hair in an anxious manner. "I shouldn't— I didn't even think-"

"No, it's okay."

"No—"

"Steve—"

A loud bang on the door made us both jolt on the spot.

"Y/N! I'M GOING HOME, AND I'M LEAVING WITH OR WITHOUT YOU!"

"Fuck— COMING SAM!" I watched as Y/n's skirt twirled gracefully when she checked herself in the mirror, trying to fix her lipstick before making her way to the door. "I... Guess I'll see you around?" She tentatively asked, sparing me an apologetic glance over her shoulder with her fingers already around the knob.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'll... See you around."

She gave me a small wave before unlocking the door and leaving it ajar after sneaking out of the bathroom.

I couldnt help but let out a quiet laugh at the snippet of conversation I caught from both girls.

"He really touched up your makeup up, didn't he?"

"Shut up or I'll murder you with my bare hands."

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In-Depth Character Study

ORIGINS & FAMILY:

Full Name: Reason for name: Nickname(s) and how they got them: Date of Birth: Age: Gender: Place of birth: Places lived since: Social Class: Parents’ names, backgrounds, occupations: Siblings: Relationship with family (close? estranged?): Children of his/her own?: If so, relationship with child’s mother/father?: Age he/she became a parent:

PHYSICAL

Height: Weight: Build: Race: Nationality: Face Shape: Distinguishing Facial Features: Hair Color: Usual Hair Style: Eye Color: Complexion (freckles, acne, skin tone, birth marks, scars): Disabilities (physical or mental, including mental illnesses): Health (usually sick? or very resilient? allergies?): What do they consider their best feature?: Worst they’ve ever been injured (what, how did it happen)?: Ticklish:

APPEARANCE

Style of dress/typical outfit(s): Typical style of shoes: How does he/she dress up?: Dress down?: Favorite outfit: Glasses? Contacts?: Personal Hygiene: Grooming (makeup? shower daily? wear only clean clothes? pluck eyebrows?): What does your OC choose to do about the, er, hair down there?: Jewelry? Tattoos? Piercings?: What does their voice sound like?: Style of speech (loud, mumbler, articulate, etc.): Accent?: Unique mannerisms/physical habits (bites nails, talks with hands, taps feet when restless): Left handed or right?: What does their writing look like?: Do they work out/exercise?:

BELIEFS & INTELLECT

IQ: Level of self esteem: Known Languages: Zodiac (sign and if they lend any credence to it): Gifts/talents: Shortcomings: Most sensitive about/vulnerable to: Happiest memory: Life philosophy: Religious stance: Political stance: Pet peeves: Vices: Bad habits: Neuroses: Disgusts: Superstitious: Sense of humor: How do they deal with stress? What do they do to get pumped up? What do they do when upset? What about angry? How do they react to frustrations (get worked up, calm down and think through it logically, give up, etc)?: How do they accept failure (both from themselves and others)?: Level of comfort with technology: Believe in the supernatural: Believe in an afterlife: Believe in happy endings: How do they want to be remembered?: Good with their hands (if so, practical/crafting or fine arts)?: How fast do they learn new things? Better with book knowledge or hands on approach?: How do they feel about asking for help? ā€œLeft brainā€ or ā€œright brainā€ thinker?: Optimist or pessimist: Extrovert or introvert: Leader or follower: Makes decisions based mostly on emotions, or on logic?: Cautious or daring: Spontaneous or planner: Thinker or doer? Organized or messy: Worrier or carefree: Artistic?: Mathematical?:

SEX & INTIMACY

Current marital/relationship/sexual status: Sexual orientation (is it something they question or a secret): Past relationships and sexual partners (if applicable): What is their ā€œtypeā€ in regards to looks in a partner? Ideal mate/qualities they look for in mate: Primary reason for being broken up with: Primary reasons for breaking up with people: Views on sex (one night stands, promiscuity, etc): Age and story of first kiss (if any—if not, how does he/she want it to happen?): Age and story of loss of virginity (if any—if not, how does he/she want it to happen, if at all?): Level of sexual experience: Do they have any unfulfilled sexual fantasies?: Wildest/strangest sexual experience? Would they do it again? Do they have any fetishes or kinks? Have they lied about their previous sexual partners to current/potential partners? Love or Lust: Ever been in love?: Do they fall in love easily?: Do they take relationships seriously?: Worst thing they’ve done to someone they loved? Do they desire marriage and/or children in their future? Believe in true love or soul mates? Thoughts on public displays of affection?: How do they flirt: How do they show affection/love to their partner?: Thoughts on cheating/cheaters? Have they ever cheated? Idea of perfect date:

RELATIONSHIPS

Social Habits (popular, loner, some close friends, makes friends and then quickly drops them): How do they treat others (politely, rudely, keep at distance, etc)?: Do they trust people easily or tend to be wary?: How often do they see friends and family? Are they good at keeping in touch? If not, does this bother loved ones?: What is relationship with parents/family?: Any roommates or close neighbors: Person most dependent on: Most comfortable around (person): Oldest friend: Closest friend: Worst enemy: Rival (at what and why): Most important person in their life?: Who do they most respect and why?: Who would they turn to if they needed help and why?: How does he/she think others perceive him/her?: How do others actually perceive him/her?: Argue or avoid conflict?: Thoughts on large groups of people?: Main quality they look for in people: Have they ever lost anyone close to them? How did they handle it? How do they show affection?: Do they act differently around strangers than friends? If so, how differently?: Would they ever consider adopting a child? Why or why not?:

VOCATION

Level of education: Profession: Describe their work space: If no job, where do finances come from? Past occupations: Dream occupation: Passions: Attitude towards current job: Attitude towards current coworkers, bosses, employees: Salary: Spender or Saver? Why?: Which is more important – money or doing something they love?:

SECRETS

Phobias: Life goals: Dreams: Greatest fears: Most embarrassing thing ever to happen to him/her: Something they’ve never told anyone: Biggest regret: Compulsions: Obsessions: Secret hobbies: Secret skills: Past sexual transgressions: Police/Criminal/Legal record (Crimes committed? If so, were they caught? charged?): What he/she most wants to change about his/her current life?: What he/she most wants to change about his/her physical appearance?:

LIKES & DISLIKES

Hobbies: Indoors or Outdoors?: Favorite color: Favorite smell: Favorite and least favorite food: Favorite and least favorite book: Favorite and least favorite movie: Favorite and least favorite song: Favorite and least favorite holiday (and why): Coffee or tea?: Crunchy or smooth peanut butter?: Do they watch TV? If so, what?:Favorite place to hang out: Do they like music? What kind?: Favorite type of weather: Favorite form of entertainment: How do they feel about traveling?: What sort of gifts do they like?

MORALITY

Ever been in an argument (with who, about what, what happened): Ever been in a physical altercation (with who, about what, what happened): What trait do they find most admirable and why?: Thoughts on violence: One act most ashamed of: Most proud of: Evil – born or bred: Is redemption possible (if so, are there limitations): Does the end justify the means?: Good of the one or the many?: Can they be manipulative?: Do they think it’s okay to cry (if not, why)?: When did they last cry and why?: Would they be able to kill (if so, under what circumstances)?: Who or what would they die for (or go to extremes for)?: Anything they refuse to do under any circumstances (and why)?: Biases/prejudices?: What, if anything, shocks or offends them?: What is their reputation? Cusser?: How do they react to unwanted sexual advances?: How would they react to stranger being bullied/abused?: What about an animal?: How susceptible are they to peer pressure?: How do they react to conflict, both verbally and physically?: Easily forgive or hold grudges?: Forgive self or live with regret/guilt?: Would they ever cheat someone? Under what circumstances? Have they ever been betrayed? By who? How did it affect them/their relationship?: Would they ever betray a friend/loved one? If so, under what circumstances? Do they respect the belief of others, even if it’s at odds with their own?: Stand up for own beliefs or hide/avoid discussing them with people who have opposing views?:

DRUGS & ALCOHOL

Thoughts on drugs and alcohol: Do they smoke? If so, do they want to quit?: Age of first cigarette: Age when they first got drunk (what happened, consequences): Do they drink on regular basis: What type of alcohol do they prefer: Have they ever tried other drugs (which, what happened, consequences): Do they have any addictions?:

DETAILS

Most important/defining event in life to date: Daily routine: Sleeping habits (Night owl or early bird? Light or heavy sleeper? Fall asleep anywhere or need specific conditions?): Typical Saturday night: Most used word or phrase?: What is home like (messy, neat, sparse): Type of car he/she drives (or wishes he/she drove): Pets?: If not, do they want any?: Most prized possession: One word to best describe them: What are you likely to find in their pockets? Purse/bag/backpack/wallet?: What about their fridge? Medicine cabinet? Glove compartment? Nightstand?: What makes them laugh?: Any special holiday traditions?: Can they hold their breath for a long time?: Do they know how to swim? Can they cook (if so, how well and do they enjoy it)?: Is there anything they always carry with them? If so, why?: Ideal vacation: If they wanted to hide something, where would they hide it?: Do they keep a journal?: Are there any places that hold special meaning to them?:

SITUATIONAL

24 hours to live – name 3 things they would do: If they could choose, how would they want to die: What would they do if they received large sum of money?: What would they wish for if they found a genie?: If they could have one super power, what would it be and why?: How do they deal with insects?: How would they react to death of loved one? If they were outnumbered in a fight, would they stand ground or run away?: Granted opportunity to change one thing in their past – would they do it? If so what would they change?: If they could rescue one thing from a burning building, what would it be?: Would they be comfortable sharing a bed with a person they didn’t know well?:

CHILDHOOD & ADOLESCENCE

First memory: Favorite toy (when did they stop playing with it, do they still have it currently): Favorite game: Best friend as child: Fondest childhood memory: Worst childhood memory: Childhood trauma: How were they disciplined? Did that change as they got older?: What did they want to be when they grew up?: Any non-family adults stick out in their mind? (Who were they, how did he/she know them? Why do they stick out)?: Age of first date: View of authority? What affected that view? What clique in high school were they associated with? High school goals: Did they enjoy high school: Any extracurricular activities: How well did they do in school?:

SUPERNATURAL (IF APPLICABLE)

How did they become supernatural: Thoughts on being supernatural: Did they want this or was it against their will?: If person made them that way, how does he/she feel about them?: Supernatural mentor (who, how did it come about): Thoughts on other supernatural beings (do they exist, which ones, thoughts on them): Would they get rid of their supernatural powers if they could?: Are they trying to live a normal life among mundanes or keep their distance?: What do they like most about being supernatural?: What do they like least about being supernatural?: What adaptations have they had to make but hated, and why?:

6 years ago
2 years ago

I want to cuddle with Marc and do cafuné 😭😭

I Want To Cuddle With Marc And Do Cafuné 😭😭

ā€œYour hair is really soft after you wash itā€ with Marc🄺(can we send in more than one lmfao)

pairing: marc spector x reader

warnings: fluff!

a/n: yeees you can send in more if you want ;)) btw i also combined this with an anon's request for a head massage!

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Night has fallen over the city. There’s a calmness to the air that makes you softly smile as you wait for your husband to finish washing up. You pass the time by reading a book in bed, ready to turn in for the evening soon.Ā 

The chapter you’re currently on has you completely absorbed that you don’t hear the water in the shower shutting off or notice a shirtless Marc entering the room a short while later. It’s only when he snatches the book out of your grasp and sets it on the nightstand do you finally acknowledge him.

ā€œBabe, I wasn’t done with that,ā€ you huff as Marc crawls onto the bed, settling between your legs and wrapping his arms around your waist. ā€œAlthough, I guess it could probably waitā€¦ā€

ā€œMhmmā€¦ā€ he hums in response, gazing up at you sweetly that it made you forget what you’ve read in the last fifteen minutes. ā€œHi, baby.ā€

ā€œHello to you, too,ā€ you reply as Marc nuzzles his head in your stomach as if you’re a pillow. You feel him breathing in the scent of you, savoring the warmth of your body against his.Ā 

Smiling, you thread your fingers through Marc’s dark, damp hair. ā€œYour hair is really soft after you wash it.ā€

ā€œThank you,ā€ he mumbles into you, voice thick with exhaustion. ā€œI used your conditioner.ā€

You lightly chuckle as you twirl each silky curl around your finger. ā€œI know. I’ve been smelling it for weeks now.ā€

ā€œIt’s a really good conditioner. Smells like strawberries, too.ā€

ā€œIt surely does,ā€ you agree, gently drifting your nails through his locks. You then move your fingertips in circular motions on his scalp before moving to his temples, drawing out soft blissful groans from his parted lips. His breaths come out slow and even against your skin, and it’s quiet and peaceful and relaxing—

Then, Marc starts to snore softly, and you hold back the giggle trying to escape your lips, afraid that it’ll wake him from his slumber. Even though you’re beginning to feel pins and needles from where most of his weight is resting on you, you don’t have the heart to disturb him.

It’s rare seeing Marc this way. The usual deep furrow of his forehead and worry lines creasing his face is all gone, serenity now painting over his features. He melts into your hold; finds safety and comfort in the way a home does. Because that’s what you truly are to him— his home, his everything.

You take it all in, embrace the simple delicateness of this moment and let it etch itself into your memory for an eternity.Ā 

Nights like this remind you of your abundance of love for him. And as you carefully brush Marc’s hair away from his forehead to press a kiss there, you wonder how life could be any more beautiful than this.

✨ send me an ask with a sentence + a character and i’ll write the next five ✨


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6 years ago

EVERYONE PLEASE LISTEN. DO NOT IGNORE THIS.

Article 13 is going into it’s final stages of voting.Ā 

If this gets through, it will allow many, many companies to abuse and misuse this article to take down as many memes, fan works, and even other independent creators on sites like YouTube, Facebook, and other websites INCLUDING Tumblr.Ā 

THE FAIR USE LAW AND SAFEHARBOR LAW WILL NO LONGER APPLY IN THE U.S OR IN OTHER COUNTRIES.Ā 

IT HAS ALREADY PASSED IN SEVERAL OTHER COUNTRIES.Ā 

WE CANNOT ALLOW THEM TO TAKE AWAY WHAT WE BUILT FOR THE INTERNET SO FAR.Ā 

So here is what you need to do to drag this article down.Ā 

1. Spread the wordĀ 

I can’t stress this enough. The more attention this gets the more people we can get to take this down.Ā 

2. Make your own contentĀ 

Make your own content on the matter and make sure it is clear to others that Article 13 is bad for every internet user involved.Ā 

3. If you live anywhere in Europe, contact your MEPsĀ 

Ask them if they approve of the article and why. If they do approve of it, try to convince them in a clear, reasonable, and most sensible way possible that this law is BAD.Ā 

The article itself is way to vague about what it’s conveying to its people.Ā 

Saying that as long as the use of said internet memes or content is good as long as it’s inĀ ā€œgood faith.ā€Ā 

We cannot let some shoddy government tell us what we can and cannot post.Ā 

FREE SPEECH IS A HUMAN RIGHT. NOT A PRIVILEGE.Ā 

Here’s a video on Article 13 that Film Theory made on the matter. It will explain things better than I can.Ā 

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=GbXHrj8k7dg

6 years ago

Roger is so precious! His voice is just awesome!

17 years old Roger Taylor singing I Feel Good in 1966 🤩

2 years ago

So cute 🄹 I want a hug from Steve too 🄹

prompt again for #5! steve gives the best hugs in the group — it's another reason why the kids call him the mom of the team. when you have a hard day you always go straight to steve for comfort. he'll rest his head on yours and hum a little and the two of you won't have to say anything — steve just knows you need some comfort - lav

5. giggly cuddles; 0.6k words

thanks for the prompt my little apple cake āš˜ļø steve h x gn!reader.

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Today has been too much.

You're at the Harringtons for a game night. It had been agreed the kids needed something to take their minds off what happened. Steve had put it upon himself to coordinate such a thing. You know he loves people in his house and the noise and warmth the kids bring.

And while your capacity for people doesn't match Steve's, you still adore all of them to death. And any other day, you'd be smack in the middle of the heated game of Monopoly happening downstairs. You can hear Mike yelling that Dustin should go straight to jail and rolling doubles before you go to jail doesn't protect you from future jail time!

You want to join the action and eat your weight in popcorn but instead you're in the kitchen, slowly sipping your glass of water and sagging against the counter. Your social battery is near drained. Every interaction, every worry, and every responsibility has nestled in your brain and zapped your energy.

You lean over the sink to try to find your breath and keep it.

"Hey."

You feel a warm hand on your spine. Steve sets the popcorn bowl on your other side, rubbing circles into your skin.

"D'you feel sick?"

You shake your head, hoping Steve will understand. You two have been friends for a while. Sometimes he just knows.

"Too much?" he murmurs, quieter this time.

You nod. Steve urges you upright.

"C'mere," he says, taking your hand. "I'll bring down the popcorn and then we can camp out up here."

"The kids—" you start.

"They'll be fine," he soothes. "They're occupied with the game. Nancy and Robin have 'em."

You go to the living room and linger by the couch. Steve is down and back in moments, dusting his hands on his jeans. He smiles at you, only slightly tinged with worry. He's such a mother hen, fretting over how much rest you're getting or checking your anxiety levels.

"Sit down," Steve instructs gently.

You frown. "I don't wanna keep you..."

He shakes his head.

"You're not, promise. C'mon, I got you."

You sit and Steve does the same, positioned against the back of the couch. He pulls you up so you're slotted between his thighs. Steve is warm and smells like caramel corn. He begins to rub at the base of your neck. Your muscles loosen.

"Bad day?" he asks.

"Jus' a lot," you murmur, clinging to his sweatshirt, head on his shoulder.

You feel him nod. You don't have to say much. Steve knows you inside and out.

"Had a guy come in today asking what the best movies for lizards are."

"Lizards?" you hum into his chest. "Like lizard movies?"

"No, like, he has a pet lizard named Wendell and he wanted my personal insight on films lizards would enjoy."

You bite your lip.

"So what did you tell him?"

"Well, first I asked what kind of personality Wendell has. Apparently he's a party boy."

You can't help your giggle at that. Steve joins in, shaking from the memory.

"It was bizarre! I had to get Robin involved. She must've given him a good selection. He seemed pretty happy."

You look up at Steve, curling your arms around his neck. He smiles down at you. Your foreheads bump.

"Thanks for this," you whisper. "You give the best hugs, Steve."

"Of course. Anytime. Y'want anything? You didn't eat much earlier."

"Later?" you plead. "Just wanna stay here with you."

Steve shifts and presses his cheek to yours. He continues to rub your neck.

"Sure, honey. We can stay here as long as you want."


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4 years ago

Having English as a second language means:

Writing sentences with the vocabulary of a child, because you only know basic words

And

Using some rare words because they are similar to your mother tongue language but it turns out they're not frequent in English

At the same time

2 years ago

My heaaaaart šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜šŸ˜šŸ˜šŸ˜šŸ˜šŸ˜šŸ˜

If They Where Dads

Fluff head cannons! šŸ¤

Gender neutral reader. Kinda sounds like reader gave births but I kinda figured it’s either adoption or a quirk that can combine dna. Idk.

Aged up of course!!

šŸ’„Katsuki BakugoušŸ’„

ā€œShe's beautifulā€

ā€œDaddy’s gonna buy you the fucking world.ā€

Big red eyes stared back as tiny hands gripped scared calloused fingers.

He would teach his kids sign language incase he ever does lose his hearing.

Is the type of dad that just carries the baby because fuck the stroller and shit- he’s a walking one that can also rock the little monster to sleep.

Will call the baby ā€˜Mini SpitFire’ and ā€˜Adorable Monster’(better than dumbass)

Will sign his daughter(and future kid- aka his baby boy) up for karate

And if his kid doesn’t have a quirk, he’s going to sign them up for a bunch of self-defense classes. He wants to protect them from people like him growing up.

Your phone Lock Screen is a picture of your toddler mid-sprint to the door as Katsuki is crouched with arms wide open. He had just gotten off a patrol, his hair mused and masked pushed up. His gauntlets pushed to the side. His face was dirty and stained. But his smile was huge and little tears are in his eyes from seeing his little mini spitfire come running to him.

ā€œDon’t post thatā€

ā€œBut Kat-ā€œ

ā€œNoā€

Can't let the public know king explosion murder is a big old softy. No, that is only for his family.

🦈Eijiro Kirishima🦈

Dude freaked out when he found out it’s gonna be twins- girls a matter of fact’ As babies, he’d put them in little shark onesies and then put on his own.

Your Lock Screen is a picture of your two beautiful twin girls in these little onesies and your Home Screen is Pro Hero Red Riot in a large Great White Shark onesie holding his two lovely(in shark onesies) twin girls in each of his arms. A big, proud, sharp smile stretched on his face.

He is the kind of dad to strap one of the girls to his chest, the other girl you have strapped to yours. There is totally a picture on the fridge of you two like that.

Would call his girls:

ā€œLittle riot, stop pulling your sister's hair!ā€

ā€œSharky, you shouldn’t be up there!ā€

The girls will call you Mama Papa, or Sharky Shark. (So- MommaShark! SharkyShary or ShaSha!) They call Kiri Daddy Shark.

The girls have shark plushies, cat ones, and so many plushies! One of the girls’ favorites, when they were toddlers, was a Red Riot plush. They’d hold it so damn tight whenever Kiri had to leave on a long mission.

They call the Bakuquad the following when they are very young:

Uncle Bak-uh-dough

Unky Serooooo

Aunty Mina

Unk Donkey or Denks (purely because Denki will make a goofy face when they say it)

Also, I think Testu would still pop by and the girl would call him Test.

āš”ļøDenkiāš”ļø

Would freak the fuck out when he finds out but also be so excited

Will call the baby ā€œSparky!ā€ And bakugou will say it sounds like you're calling a dog-

āš”ļøā€œ but you use to call me stuff like that-ā€œ

ā€œYeah I knowā€

āš”ļøā€œ but you said it sounds like a dog-ā€œ

ā€œYupā€

Bakuogou felt a light hit to the back of his head. You walk past him while holding your/Denki’s baby. He just laughs. What? You’d think he’d do or say something to a woman holding a baby. Fuck no.

There’s a picture on your phone of Denki holding your baby, who is fast asleep, with rubber gloves on his hands. He’s being incredibly careful now. Wearing rubber gloves to ensure he never accidentally sparks the baby. He keeps getting excited every time he sees you two. That’s your Home Screen FWI.

The baby does have a Pikachu onesie. And a hat with the ear sticking up. As well as a Pokeball pillow(Mina got them for Christmas)

I feel like Shinso stops over a lot too. Like these guys are really good friends in the future.

ā€œUncle Shin!ā€

ā€œHey there Sparkā€ he would totally gift the baby little cat stuffed animals and cat hairpins.

ā–ŖļøšŸ”øSerošŸ”øā–Ŗļø

Sero would be surprised but stay chill.

Sero would call his baby girl:

ā€œHermosa (beautiful) you gotta wake up. We have to get ready for schoolā€

Would teach his daughter Spanish(assuming you also know it too)

The girl's room is decorated with plants and cute food tapestries. There would definitely be one of those egg nest swings in the room(the ones above ground and hanging from the wall). He would hold the baby and rock them to sleep in it.

I feel like the baby would have a really cute, soft, cartoon ā€˜spider’ plush. But it’s not even really a spider- but a blob with a ā€˜:3’ face and eight legs. Totally has cat ears. Sero found it one day and was like ā€˜yup, that’s coming home’.

You couldn’t stop laughing when you saw it, you frickin love it.

Sero brings home the cutest but most random stuffed animals and toys. Ones that are just funny and adorable but make no fucking sense.

At an older age, Sero would definitely play with his daughter via his quirk. Your lock Screen is a picture of your daughter hanging upside down, her ā€˜spider’ plush hanging in her hand.


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