This fairy house is fully functional and requires the Enchanted by Nature expansion pack to function. It comes with 8 swatches, 4 colours with a moss variant for each. The only hiccup with it is the during a fairy party, the light mask doesn't align with the windows as I'm currently unsure how to overwrite it. If I figure out how to fix that, I will update the file and this post!
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This treat is a set inspired by the Dress reform movement (a bit of the Aesthetic movement too, lots of overlap between these two) from the 1895 to the late 1900s.
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Like the Aesthetic movement, the Reform dress movement dates back to the mid 1800's. It aimed at making women garments less constricting (for reasons varying from praticality, political leanings, supposed health downsides of corsets...). It was linked to feminism especially at the start and gave birth to the bloomers in 1851 for example.
Reform dress usually involved making it so that the main weight of the clothing would be carried by the shoulders and torso instead of solely the waist and thus get rid of the corset and masses of underskirts, to establish a "more practical type of dress that would facilitate a physical and productive life". This resulted most times in flowy dress, usually tea gowns. Like previously mentionned there's a big overlap between reform and aesthetic dresses since the medieval and antique (and even sometimes regency) influences fited the less structured reform dress silhouette of the late 1800's / early 1900's.
Once again this type of clothing wasn't well considered by the society at large, it took hold in specific artistic spheres such as the one surrounding the Wiener Werksträtte (a viennese artist association of which Emilie Flöge was a part of, the artwork is truly fascinating and very influencial look it up !).
This type of dress was so unconventional that apparently, the painter Henri de Toulouse Lautrec (who might I add painted prostitutes and such on the daily) was scandalised by Maria Sèthe Van de Velde's appearance when she welcomed him in a tea gown (see the blue tea gown below for reference) which he mistook for a dressing gown. I feel like this little anecdote helps to put things into perspective.
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(Ugh I dont feel like doing this rn so you get this half assed shit until I feel like completing it bc I want to get the chapter out.)
Paranoia and the Smokers is a band consisting of three stoner side characters, and one frontman major character. The band is introduced in chapter one, Heaven Beside you, and the members in chapter two, Fade To Black
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"no one but me; an save myself; but it's too late; now I can't think; think why I should even try..."
-metallica
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Chapter 1; "Oh boys..." Toki groaned to himself. Little did he know.
Little did he know what he was in for.
It was loud until the lights came on over the stage. It was empty. Not even a drum set or microphone. The fog machines cut on, as routinely, but still no band. There were no cheers. Only confused murmurs. Even the scent of earthy marijuana arose, but there was still no band. Minutes passed before people started shouting angrily and starting a mob.
Then a man stepped onto the stage, announcing that the band was... gone.
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"What the fuck?! You alcoholics would really go out of your way to kidnap a whole ass goddamn band for kicks?!"
"Reefer!"
"Yeah! Be more original! Wait are we in a fucking plane?"
"No, dumbass."
"Noia, get us out of heeere!!"
"Dumbass, I am also tied up, just be quiet. Please!"
The room was so pitch black you couldn't tell who you were talking to. They had been knocked out, tied up, and shipped to a whole new location. It smelt like beer and weed, and the band only does one of them. The two men (and one woman) were out of their minds from this new type of marijuana they got their hands on. It surprised them that it's lasted this long.
"Oh shit."
"Reefer" was the band's drummer. Active and loud. He had long curly hair that he usually kept pulled up, a few strands straying over his forehead, and looks like 1988 Jason Newsted. He was the one who supplied the others with their gold.
"What.. did you piss yourself?"
There was a sudden burst of laughter from the rhythm guitarist at her own joke. She was Reefer's sister, "Mary Jane". They were inseparable and equally annoying and energetic. She had curly blonde hair, too, but it was more like the Steven Adler curly hair than the Jason Newsted curly hair that Reefer had. They were literally the same person just with different genitals. They weren't twins, Reefer was a year older, but they sure could pass as such.
"Gross, dude."
The bassist chuckled. He had long, dark brown shaggy hair. He was soft spoken and never said anything to hurt another. Though his personality was often misinterpreted by his dark clothes and black metal tees. He was the most tolerable out of the three. "Gasper" they called him, and he just so happened to be the siblings' cousin.
"Hey, Noia?" Reefer called out. His tone serious and foreshadowing a question. "What?"
Lastly, there was "Paranoia", or Noia. She was the face of the band, the singer and lead guitarist. She didn't smoke as much as the rest. In fact, she rarely ever did unless they drove her to that state of need. She had slicked back dark hair and a black and white distortingly painted face and over it, a skull cat mask. She was the only one in the band to wear something other than their regular clothes on stage: a long black witch-like spider-like dress with a high slit and elbow-length white gloves. She was the glue that held the band together, the one who got them popular, the one that got them together. Currently, she was mildly annoyed at her bandmates' immaturity in this situation.
"I think your folks probably kidnapped us uh..." Reefer chuckled tensely and started to cough. By the feel of the wet droplets on her leg she could tell he was beside her. She turned her head with a snarl. "Do not fucking joke about that." She spat. "Yeah, Reef... that was... uh-" Mary started to giggle, "kinda insensitive."
"Womp womp."
"Reef, dude, you need to stop. She'll fuck you up." Gasper said cautiously. "Sorry.."
"Better be." She huffed, shuffling her feet within the scratchy restraints. How these fuckers managed to abduct a whole band? Easy, ... Yeah, how did these fuckers manage? Her memory was fuzzy from fainting. She must have gotten knocked out by some gas.
"Noia, I'm sorry." Reefer repeated. "Yeah, you already said that." She chuckled. There was a second of eerie silence. "Oh yeah." He started to giggle. She sighed out of her nose and pulled her knees up to her chest, resting her head on them. She tried to convince herself that it really wasn't her folks.
The faint alcohol scent... it was like a bottle was spilt in here. She thought. Her folks didn't drink alcohol. That soothed her a bit. There was a rattle in the darkness and the room went silent. No sniffles or coughs. Not even a shuffle. Then a light flicked on, temporarily blinding the four.
"Alright, uh, so here's the plan..." A growl-like voice echoed off the walls. "Oh fuck off dickhead!" Reefer shouted and started to cough again. "Ignore him!" Mary exclaimed. "Oh uh... sorry, doods... for de whole uh... kidnapping thing." The redhead chuckled, shrugging his shoulders. There was a moment of silence. "Yeah, no problem." Reefer remarked.
"Y'know, it's only mandatory that we uh keep you guys in here until we release the new album. To get out fans back, you know..." The big noir said awkwardly. "I mean, uh, you guys are cool and brutal, but that's kind of our thing." The four stared at the men in front of them in silence. The noir cleared his throat and started again, "So uh... we'll be out there- working and shit and uh you guys can uh... hang out in here."
"What if I have to take a shit?" Reefer asked bluntly. "Yeah! What if we get hungry, huh?" Mary Jane added on, kicking her red-booted feet out. She had on some bell bottoms and a white tank top with a denim jacket to pull the look together. Her glittery eye shadow glimmered in the dim light. "Um..." The tall blonde exchanged glances between the other three and blurted: "Tokis will takes cares of that."
"Rights, Toki?"
The long haired brunet lifted his head "Uh, yeah. Sures." He sounded like he desperately yearned to be elsewhere. To not be apart of this offense. And he did. He yearned to be out of here, back in America in that shabby little shop with the girl he labeled "His". He didn't want to be apart of this from the start: he liked this band. He didn't like how the cat last was glaring at him with her dark eyes behind her mask, because it reminded him of His Girl. There was a nature aroma in the room with hints of cheap, manly cologne and sweet, fruity perfume. Yet, he couldn't guess who was wearing what.
As quick as The Talk, as they had called it behind the door, began, it ended. The others left, leaving the door open and Toki behind to collect their needs. "Hey, Toki! Get me some chips or something, man." Reefer said, throwing his head back in boredom. "Yeah! Me, too!" Mary added. Toki nodded. There was no other requests so he turned around for the door.
"I want a beer."
He stopped and turned back. It was the car lady. Her intimidating glare had dropped and she was looking down at her black heels. She sounded defeated and tired, even Reefer could catch the lack of hope in her voice. Toki added it to his list, feeling greatly sorry for the lady, and left the room. The door closed with a gentle bam and the intoxicated ramble erupted.
"A beer?" Gasper repeated almost sadly. Paranoia drinking wasn't rare, but drinking alone? That was a once in a blue moon event. He wasn't exactly sad, but worried and sympathetic. Had the siblings finally tugged her strings too hard? She didn't respond. "Noia," he said. "You could get us out of here, right? You were working on it. The soft one."
"I can not."
"What?"
"I said I can not!" Her voice raised with anger and aggravation. This instance was rare. Especially if it involved Gasper. "You can't or you can't take advantage?" Reefer scoffed. His tone was laced with spite. With spite from all those failed times of getting a record deal in the past. No one wanted a cover band full of stoners. And Paranoia had all she needed to convince the companies, but she couldn't. "I refuse to take advantage. It would not feel right if we did not earn it ourselves." She'd say.
"Both."
There was silence. Not even a smart remark from Reefer or a whiney protest from Mary. Silence. The brunet came back soon and there was still silence. He had two bags of chips and a green tinted glass bottle in his hands. Also a ring of keys between his fingers. Paranoia looked over to Reefer, the chains around his ankles and wrists, as the brunet crouched down on the other side of him. She noticed that she was bonded with scratchy rope. As Toki unlocked Reefer and Mary, only to lock their hands back to their front, Noia shifted in her restraints. They were tied with a tough knot. No amount of pulling from her advantage would knock it loose. He then moved over to her.
She felt the rope come loose and she instantly rubbed her tired wrists. He was gentle with his touches as he brought her hands to her front. He then began to tie them loosely as she stared into his eyes. He could start sweating at how coldly she was staring. Every time he glanced up to meet them, he felt his soul contort painfully. He popped the lid off of the bottle with on of the keys and slipped it in her hands. That cold stare of hers made him shiver. "Thank you."
Her voice was much warmer than her stare. It game him a sense of comfort. Oddly. "N-no problems." He stuttered as he stood up. "Anythings else?" He asked the room. There was no answer.
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Finally, they had all fallen asleep. They all except Noia, of course. She was sipping on her second bottle of beer. She stared blankly into the darkness. The only sound in the room was her nails against the glass occassionally clicking and the sleepy breathing and snoring from the others. Her mind spun. She had so many thoughts but only one stood out: this is all my fault.
She got them together. She got them famous. She got them stadiums. She got them in this position. And then soon she'd get Dethklok in trouble and their fans would riot. She'd get them killed. It was a risk before when they were just a party and garage band. Her folks.
During her rapid fire self-blaming episode, the door opened. It was left unnoticed as she gulped down the rest of the beer. The figure didn't catch her eye until she felt hands tugging at her restraints. She gasped instinctively and jerked away. Her eyes were adjusted to the darkness, but she could only see a masculine figure. She didn't complain about being untied. He moved down to her ankles and her knees fell apart. She jumped up to her feet, holding the glass bottle like a bat.
"Comes with mes."
It was their server. Toki.
She lowered her weapon and he began to step over the sleeping bodies. There were no lights on outside the door. The others mist have also been asleep. She followed closely behind the brunet, her heels clacking on the floor. He lead her down a hall, up stairs, and into a room which he quickly locked behind him. She sighed and threw the bottle away in a near trash can. Then, suddenly, but gently her grabbed the noir by the arm.
She turned, faced him. Her eyes didn't burn through him anymore. They were soft. Soft voids behind a mask. Her face paint was smudged, showing patches of her rosy cheeks. Her tongue graced over her red, glossy lips, fully uncovered. Her hand went up and covered his. Her long nails were red. There was this energy in the room: his room, which was like a demented child's. His cheeks were growing warm, and his palms sweaty. The energy filled the room, but it seemed to originate from her hand atop his. It reminded him of the record shop. His Girl.
Her other hand rose and removed her mask. It fell down to the floor beside her. And her hand pressed against his chest. His heart, it was like earlier. It scared him. Her hair wasn't perfectly slicked back anymore. It was shiney and wispy, strands falling over her eyes. And his eyes fell to her lips once more. Because they reminded him of cherries.
WARNINGS: This story starts with a plot. Friends to lovers, LOOOTS of fluff, kissing, kind of having someone throw themself on the reader (???) more fluff, smut, fluffy smut, fingering, p in v, (safe sex dw 🤣) overstimulation, some form of comedy…
summary: An initially boring Halloween night takes an intriguing turn when a game of spin the bottle has you hoping your kissing skills are good enough for your best friend.
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A/N: Hi losers, finally posted yayyyy! I wrote and posted this on wattpad and think you guys deserve to see it too! And guess what??? I have another story coming right after this 😍 Also I kinda add detail to what you wear like those corny wattpad writers… I’m sorry…but I swear its all inclusive!!
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10:47PM, October 31st, 1979.
Here you sat on the kitchen counter of one of your classmates homes, loud booming music all around you, drunk teenagers making out with each other everywhere and some game going on in the living room.
You were dressed as a ghost, pale makeup across your face, black shadow around your eyes and white clothing, ripped and stained to make it look old.
"That guy over there's been looking at you all night," said Jocelyn, another one of your classmates and your best girlfriend since seventh grade. She was dressed as the Bride of Frankenstein.
"Don't look now, but he's totally checking you out!" She said, standing in front of you while trying to subtly look at the guy over your shoulder.
"What's he look like?" You questioned, hoping it was a certain long, wavy-haired brunet you had eyes for since second grade.
"Blond hair, brown eyes and he's jacked. He's dressed like a surfer." She smirked. Hearing her words, you whipped your head around to see the boy she described smile widely at you, sending a small wave your way. He was dressed like a stereotypical surfer, medium shaggy hair, sky blue swim trunks, a white muscle shirt and pink sunglasses.
You politely smiled, waved back and turned back around, "Not my type... You know I like brunets."
Jocelyn groaned in disappointment and annoyance, "Okay well the one you're thinking about doesn't look at you like most of the guys here."
"That's because most of the guys here can't keep it in their pants." You rolled your eyes, hopping off the counter and making your way to the living room. You spotted Tom dressed like a basketball player on the couch with his arm around a girl. She was dressed like a devil, laughing at the game they were playing. Sitting a couple feet away from him, you asked, "What game are we playing?"
"Spin the bottle," the boy replied, the alcohol making his words slur with a smile. You internally praised yourself for going to the bathroom when they were making all the girls play a drinking game.
"Hey!!" you heard someone call out for you, turning to the group whose eyes were all on you. Feeling an intense wave of embarrassment, you spotted the beer bottle on the coffee table turned towards you.
"Fuck."
Looking up to see who spun it, you lowly groaned when it was the surfer boy. He was a pretty attractive guy, above average looking, nice bod, so things could be way worse. You really didn't want to kiss the guy. Your gut told you he was a creep. But of course you knew there was absolutely no way in hell you could get out of this without drinking, so you stood up, walking towards him with an awkward smile on your face.
Standing in front of him for a couple seconds, you leaned up and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, quickly turning around to sit again.
Everyone in the room booed at you before the tall blond grabbed your wrist and kissed you with a little too much tongue. You cringed and pulled back, but he didn't let go. He tried to kiss you again so you shoved his face away with excessive force.
The room was quiet. The upbeat music in the background making it that much more awkward.
"That was gross," you chuckled, scoffing and turning back to your seat.
"Don't eat the garlic bread before the game, guys." You said, earning a few laughs.
I mean, the guy was being far too desperate for a silly game of kissing random people. You had the right, especially if the kiss was bad.
It was when you sat down that you noticed him. He was dressed in a zombie outfit, makeup of fake scars on him. Finally you found him after almost the entire night of looking for him, or rather waiting for him to pass by near you, but it's the same difference.
Kirk stood by the doorway in the corner of the room, a smile with a look that mocked you.
You subtly stuck your tongue out at him, earning the finger in return.
It was Jocelyn's turn next, she kissed a random guy, and the turns kept going until it was your turn to spin.
You really, really hoped it landed on Kirk.
So you spun it hard and fast, the bottle sitting there spinning for longer than usual until it finally slowed down, landing on the other side of the room.
It was him. It landed on Kirk.
He stared at the bottle, scratching the back of his neck with a cringe on his face.
Now what? Surely you didn't think it through, how would you kiss him? Would it ruin your almost lifelong friendship? Would he see you differently and finally acknowledge his feelings for you? Or would he dislike it and judge you based off the way you kiss?
You didn't realize the moments that had passed until Kirk was standing right in front of you.
"We don't have to do this if you don't wanna." He whispered as he looked down at you, awkwardly pursing his lips.
"Nah, gotta play the game," You took his hands and almost jumped up with excitement despite your nerves.
Kirk cleared his throat, turning to the guy you kissed earlier and in a mocking tone, "Watch and learn, motherfucker." He said, giggling at the guy.
He turned his head back to you, trying to hold in a laugh. But he hesitated, finally realizing the spot he was in. A light pink dusted his cheeks. He ignored it and moved one of his hands to cup your cheek, the other to the back of your head.
The moment felt like it was going in slow motion as he leaned in, gazing into your eyes and then looking straight at your lips until his lightly pressed up against them.
Wow.
Kirk was a great kisser. It made you wonder how much experience he had.
He was quite smooth with it, slowly moving his lips against yours. He pulled away for a short breath and your reaction, until he turned his head the other way, leaning back in to kiss you again at another angle. Just to see if it was any different. People began to cheer.
Moving your hands up around his neck, you surely didn't expect anything like this, if anything you expected a short, boring kiss.
Your heart was racing, you felt your face become hot as you nervously played with the hair on the nape of his neck. He pulled back, his eyes widening in horror.
He quickly let go of you and moved back to his place, leaving you standing there as the game continued on.
You looked at him confused. It was just a kiss right? Part of a game. You didn't have to act like it had to be special. But why'd he kiss you like that, then act like it was gross?
Standing up, you made your way to the kitchen, "I'm gonna get a drink." You stated in slight disappointment, swerving past Kirk and earning 'Oo's' from the crowd.
Now Kirk felt guilty for pulling away so fast.
Kirk always liked you. Just not in the way he thought he did. Yes, he'd occasionally feel the room get hot when you checked him out, thinking he wouldn't notice. Or get nervous when you looked too pretty... But that meant nothing. It would be the same if you were a stranger.
However, he really liked that kiss. The sweet taste of punch with a hint of alcohol. How soft your lips were. How your hands felt as they lightly tugged his hair. He wondered what other situations you'd pull his hair in... Maybe when he made love to you... Physically showing you, and verbally affirming how much he really did love you. How close your body was to his. That was the closest proximity you two had ever been in. He really enjoyed it.
Wait.
Fuck, does that mean he likes you now?
He couldn't stop thinking about it. About how the kiss made him feel. About how you were literally perfect for him. You knew everything about him, and he knew everything about you. He loved everything about you, there wasn't a single thing he could think of that he didn't like about you. God it was all so cheesy and gross. How could he let himself think like he was in a high school Rom-Com movie.
All these thoughts overwhelmed him with excitement, making him smile widely and get up to look for you. Just then remembering you were probably upset or something by the way you left so abruptly.
You sat on the kitchen island counter again, facing away from the living room, watching as a few couples kissed and giggled around the room and you sighed in annoyance.
"Hey."
The familiar voice made you freeze. You knew he was standing behind you, waiting for you to acknowledge him but you pretended like you didn't hear him over the music.
Your eyes followed him as he passed in front of you, leaning on the counter across from the one you sat atop, crossing his arms.
He cleared his throat.
"Hi," you said with a plastic smile, your voice cracking.
He smiled back genuinely, "Sorry if that was... Weird. We had to, otherwise we'd have to drink."
"Yeah... It's fine. Just a kiss," you laughed awkwardly, staring at the boy in front of you, hoping that he might actually like you. Just because of the way he kissed you.
He looked great in his costume. Fake bite marks on his neck and arms, his hair was messy. He had a white tee with faux blood stains and rips in it, revealing some skin and the light definition of his muscles. Over that, he had a leather jacket, the sleeves rolled up, with black ripped jeans and a fob too.
"I thought you came for a drink," he said, grinning with his stupidly cute crooked teeth and that annoying little dimple, licking his dumb red and plump lips. "Right," you chuckled, hopping off at the same time he stepped forward, nearly bumping into him.
You wanted to be as far from him as possible.
"Hey," he called out your name.
"Yeah?" you replied, turning back around to look at him.
"The drinks are over here," he chuckled, pointing his thumb behind him where there were a couple of large coolers on the ground.
"Right," you mentally face palmed. He handed you a bottle of beer and you reached for the top to avoid coming in contact with his hand.
It still had the cap on but you couldn't take it off and chuckled in embarrassment. Why was it so awkward now?
"Here," he took the bottle from your hand and popped the cap off on the edge of the counter, handing it to you.
When you reached to grab it again, he pulled back.
You paused, moving to try and grab it again but he held it away from you.
"Kirk."
"Yes?" He smiled cheekily.
"Give me my beer."
"Well it's not yours until you've taken a sip from it, am I right?"
You sighed, "Just give me the bottle, Kirk," going to reach for it again but he held it behind his back.
"Kirk!" You chuckled.
Now he reached his goal. Finally a smile.
Trying to attain for it for the third time, he moved it away once again, holding it above his head this time.
"Come on," he chuckled, "If you want it you just have to take it." He stated, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Gripping his shoulder, you got on your toes trying to reach for it. He watched your hand as it was a couple inches from the bottle, "Ugh, you almost have it!" He mocked, turning his head down to look at you.
Locking eyes with him for a second, his breath hitched as his eyes flickered to your lips once more. An intense wave of desire for another taste, he slowly leaned in.
You did notice this but decided to be oblivious and ignore it. Kirk was a ticklish guy, so you poked the side from which arm he was holding up, causing him to immediately flinch and bring his arm down. You quickly snatched the bottle from his hand, "HA! Loser."
"Hey, that's cheating!" He said, laughing nervously, hoping you didn't notice his attempt.
"Losers, weepers." You said, turning around to grab a piece of candy from a bowl.
Taking a long sip of your beer, Kirk spoke up before the silence became awkward.
"So about that guy you kissed earlier,"
You almost choked on your drink but kept it up to your lips to avoid having to say anything.
"Was my kiss better than his?" he raised his brow playfully.
This time you did choke, coughing for air as you set the bottle down. Kirk hurried to you and softly patted your back.
"You okay? Sorry..." What a stupid question, he thought.
Grabbing the bottle again, you took another sip to stop the itching in your throat.
"Are you good?" He cautiously let go as you cleared your throat.
"Uh-m yeah..." Speaking was uncomfortable, so you cleared your throat once again.
"Sorry. Uh, what were you saying?" You knew exactly what he was saying but hoped and hoped he forgot about it.
A sadistic smile grew on his face.
"My kiss was better than the other guy's, right?" He sat atop the counter.
You stared at him in disbelief.
"What do you think, Kirk?" You asked him genuinely.
He threw his hands up in defense, "Hey, you're my best friend so you've gotta be on my side."
You rolled your eyes, thanking the lord for his lighthearted personality.
"Yes. Your kiss was better. He used too much tongue." You cringed.
"Good..." He chuckled, clearing his throat. His palms were getting sweaty.
"...Did..." He hesitated.
"Did...you like it...?" He kept his gaze on you for any kind of response or reaction.
You tried to look away from him, but his eyes kept you in a trance.
"Uhm... Yeah. You're not a bad kisser, y'know." You smiled, playfully hitting his shoulder. An attempt to lighten the mood.
He smiled back. "Alright, good." He laughed lightly, "I know that if you liked it then it really was good."
"What makes you say that?" You questioned, a little confused.
"You're brutally honest with me."
You paused. Maybe you weren't as honest as you should be. You've been lying to him since the second grade. Or rather keeping something from him. Which is still dishonesty.
But you couldn't tell him now. I mean, you got over him a ton of times, so you could do it again. And you've liked other guys more than you liked him... But you still always had a little thing for him in the back of your mind when you had those other crushes, you hated how smitten you were.
"Yeah, I am aren't I?" You smirked. "That's why I'm better than all of your friends." You joked.
He only smiled at you.
"I love you."
You turned around just in case your blush was noticeable.
"Good."
Turning back around, "I love you too," you lifted your bottle up to him, "but remember you're still a loser."
He playfully rolled his eyes, "Yeah whatever."
Walking towards the living room, it had seemed that the game was still going on.
"Wanna get outta here?" He asked, walking up next to you, motioning his head towards the general area in which the front door was located.
"Sure. It's kinda boring here anyways."
Kirk chuckled, looking at Tom and mouthing to him that he was gonna leave.
"I'll go warm up the car," he informed.
"Alright," you responded, walking up to Jocelyn to let her know you were leaving with Kirk, since she was your ride there.
“Let me know if he makes a move," she whispered, winking at you.
"Oh shut up," you scoffed.
"What? He looked real into it when it was your turn. One would think he was in love with you!"
"Stop it, Jocelyn!" You giggled, getting up to leave.
"Use protection!" She yelled rather loudly.
You gagged in response and turned around, lifting your hand next to your head and flipping her off.
The walk to the car was difficult. At first you had to swerve through a crowded foyer in order to leave the house, and the walk to the car was cold. It was windy, but thankfully Kirk had driven up to the front of the house from where he was parked. Which was kind of far.
As you reached for the handle, you heard a click and pulled, only to find it was locked.
You groaned loudly, "Kirk, it's cold as shit out here! Stop it with your stupid games."
He rolled down the window a crack, "Only if you say the magic word."
"Please."
"No, the magic word." He smirked.
"God, you're such an asshole sometimes." You sighed.
He made a buzzer sound, "Wrong."
Letting out an exasperated sigh, you dragged your hand across your face, knowing he wouldn't budge until you played along. "Abracadabra."
The door clicked and you wasted no time in opening the door to sit down.
"Fuck you."
"Thanks." He said, shifting into gear and driving off.
"Wanna get ice cream?" He asked.
"Uh... Yeah but I'm pretty tired. Could you just drop me off at home?" You replied.
"Mhm."
The ride home was a little quiet, so you decided to turn on the radio. Damage Case by Motörhead began playing at full volume, causing the both of you to jump as you quickly reached for the volume to lower it.
Turning the knob for a different radio station, you found one with a softer tone of music.
How Long by Ace was playing. The romantic vibrations it gave off caused you to quickly switch the radio station, but Kirk grabbed your hand.
"Go back, I like that song"
"You do?" You questioned, scoffing as if he was a weirdo for liking it, even if you did too.
"Yeah." He chuckled, his eyes still on the road.
So you went back, and the song played.
A short moment passed and Kirk spoke, "You know you're my best friend, right?" He said.
"Uhh, yeah...? Where's this coming from?"
There was a light ahead going from yellow to red.
As he came to a complete stop, he turned to you, "I know this is real corny, but I would do anything for you. Anything. Just say the word. Okay?"
"Okay...." You dragged out, letting out an awkward laugh. "Thanks Kirk."
"Anytime." He clicked his teeth and winked, pointing a finger gun your way.
The light turned green as you chuckled.
Finally you turned the familiar corner onto your block. It wasn't long until Kirk pulled over to the curb in front of your home, "Thanks Kirk, see ya," you said as you opened the door.
"Hey, wait," he called, "Could I maybe spend the night? My dad said it's best I don't go home tonight..." He pursed his lips.
"Oh yeah, sure. My parents aren't in town until Sunday, so... We can watch as many scary movies as we want without getting yelled at to go to sleep," you chuckled.
"Wicked," he pumped his fist, turning off the ignition and hopping out of the car.
"Whaddya wanna watch?" He asked as he followed you to the front door.
"You already know." You turned to him, smirking as you unlocked the door and walked inside.
"Right." He giggled, "Classic."
It wasn't long until the both of you were in your room, Kirk sitting on the bed while you put in the VHS for Creature from the Black Lagoon.
"I'm gonna go change real quick," said Kirk as he stood up, grabbing clothes he'd left there before and walking out your room towards the bathroom.
You also quickly got changed into sweats before he returned. Suddenly hearing your door open, you saw Kirk standing there shirtless, holding his shirt up in one hand.
"Have you been wearing this?" He asked, hiding a smile.
"...No." You replied, trying so hard to keep your eyes on his, but you couldn't help when they moved down to his bare torso. He had already taken off all his makeup
"Okay just making sure you're not the one who absolutely drenched this in vanilla perfume."
You cringed. "Sorry. I mean it's your fault for leaving it here." You held your hands up.
He scoffed and went back to finish changing.
He threw the clothes from his costume in one corner of your room, hopping back on the bed as you left for the bathroom too, to wash your makeup off and brush your teeth.
"Alright, you ready?" You questioned, shutting the door to your room and turning off the light, leaving a little lamp on your desk in the corner of your room.
You sat with your back on the headboard, Kirk laying down, his head in the pillows.
When it began playing, you felt Kirk lay his head in your lap and you instinctively began raking your fingers through his hair. He brought up one of his hands to rest on your shin. At this point, you couldn't help but just look at him, his side profile from above, how perfect he was. Like fuck. Why the fuck is he so perfect?
There wasn't a moment of the day in which you didn't think about him. It made you sad sometimes, that he never acknowledged or noticed it. But then again, you weren't really making it obvious either.
But what made all that disappointment go away was that kiss. You were so annoyed that you kept thinking about it.
You thought about what Jocelyn said. About how he looked "so into it" or whatever. It was hard to forget the feeling of his soft plush lips on yours. Goddamn. And the way he held your face, with such gentleness. How he went back in for another like the first one just wasn't enough.
Here you began thinking about kissing him again. Right here, right now. And if it would get intense, what it could lead to... How good he was in that department.
Trying to pay attention to the movie, you clenched your jaw hard, trying not to let yourself think about those things.
No, not with him right there. When he was gone yes, but not now.
Those thoughts didn't give up. The image of him on top of you just popped into your mind. It wasn't your fault. Your mind trailed off thinking about his hand on your leg, if he got up and moved it up to your thighs... How his calloused fingers would feel touching you in all the right places... It felt like only five minutes had passed but the movie was suddenly over.
"Did you enjoy the 87th time of watching that movie?" He asked out of the blue, lifting himself so that his face was at your level.
"Yes, I did." You replied after a moment.
He got off the bed and walked to the little shelf you had with all your VHS tapes. He bought one for you not too long ago, of a movie that had come out earlier this year called 'Alien.'
You had watched it with him in theaters a few months ago and immediately fell in love with it. That Ripley chick was such a badass.
He put that one on, the package still hadn't been opened so this would be your fourth time watching it. You already watched it three times at the movies.
It began playing and he walked back to sit on the bed again, only this time he sat against the headboard, to your left. Of course you had to lay your head on his shoulder otherwise it would feel weird.
He wrapped his arm around your shoulders, laying his chin on the top of your head, sighing in exhaustion.
Woah, your hair smelled really nice, he noticed.
Now it was Kirk's turn to think about you. That kiss. He had been thinking about it all night since it had happened. It pissed him off that he never thought of you that way and suddenly out of the blue its like all he wanted to do was you. And god, why did he have to go in for another? He thought maybe that gave it all away. Oh but the way you held his hair, god that felt so good. He wanted you to pull his hair and tell him how good he made you feel.
Well shit, Kirk might actually be in love with you too. Hell yeah he's loved you his whole life, but never like this. It's like that kiss opened his eyes or something.
He lifted his head to look at you, just to admire you. You felt this movement and looked back up at him.
Shit, should he say something?
"Is everything okay?" You asked.
He couldn't respond, he opened his mouth to reply but nothing came out. God that was embarrassing... All he thought about was kissing you again. He's never been so obsessed over something so little but here he was.
He wondered if you wanted to kiss him as badly as he wanted to kiss you right now.
"Kirk?" You pulled back a little, "Are you okay?" You asked with sincere concern.
"I wanna kiss you again right now." He didn't hesitate.
You just sat there flabbergasted.
Never in a million years would you have thought to hear those words from Kirk.
"...What?" You felt like you heard him wrong.
"Are you messing wi-"
That's when he cut you off and pressed his lips against yours again.
Pulling back, he watched for your reaction.
All you could do was stare between his eyes and lips.
"That was nice." You finally said.
He just smiled and went back in. This time he held the back of your head and pushed your face against his in order to kiss you harder, your hands lifting to rest on his chest. His head turned, syncing the movement of his lips with yours as his free hand slid down to your thigh, dragging it up and down. He slowly slipped his tongue past your lips, teasing yours as you pushed yours against his.
As your tongues danced, the hand on your thigh moved closer to your core, but it felt wrong to touch you before you said he could. So he moved it to your jaw.
The two of you were finally running out of breath so you finally pulled away.
Neither of you said anything, the only noises in the room were that of the movie and both your heavy breaths.
Kirk had finally caught his breath, "I like you. I like like you. And now I really wanna...Touch you..."
You smiled, "Took you about ten years."
"Ten years...?! What?" he looked at you surprised.
"Kirk," you laughed, "I've liked you this whole time, and you notice now?"
He stared at you in disbelief, his face slowly turning a shade of red.
Just the thought of you constantly having him on your mind turned him on. He looked at your lips again, "Sorry," he said before kissing you again. "My whole life has been a lie..." He joked, smiling, pushing his lips against yours once more, then moving to press kisses on your cheeks. He pecked a trail of small kisses all along your jawline, causing you to giggle, until he licked a stripe along your neck.
His hand moved from your face down to your torso, your heart skipping for a second as he began to kiss all over your neck, searching for that one spot until he reached one and you tensed up a little. That's where he decided to suck and bite at, leaving a quite obvious and visible bruise.
He subtly lifted the hem of your shirt, moving his hand under and finally coming in contact with your bare skin, continuing to peck at your neck.
His hand lightly squeezed your waist as he let out a heavy sigh, leaving lingering kisses on your jaw, moving back to kiss your lips once more.
"Can I?" He whispered, his fingers barely sliding under the waistband of your sweats.
"Yeah." You answered, watching his hand as it moved lower. It was then that you noticed a bulge in his pants, it made your face get hot but you didn't say anything about it.
He purposely made his movements slow, his fingers never quite giving you any relief. He liked to tease. But of course, like all horny teenage boys, he was beginning to get desperate. His fingers found your bundle of nerves and he began to rub small circles over the cloth of your panties.
You let out a heavy sigh, "Is that good enough?" He asked, moving his head up to look at you, making sure he was doing a good job.
"Yeah... Feels good, but... More please.." You breathed heavily in between words.
His hand moved up and his fingers reached under the band of your panties, two of his fingers slowly moving up and down your lips, "You're so wet..." He whispered in excitement, a small smile on his face as if he was surprised.
Finally he pushed his middle finger inside you, slowly pumping in and out until he added another. He began moving a bit faster, curling up into just the right spot, making you to let out a small groan.
"Oh, fuck." You said, your eyes shut in pleasure.
His palm began rubbing against your clit, making your legs slightly come together.
"Does that feel good?" He breathed, watching your face just to make sure once again.
"Yes, fuck yeah... Keep going," you moaned quietly.
The movements in his hand quickened, his eyes still on your face as it contorted into visible pleasure, causing him to softly smile to himself.
You leaned up to kiss him and he sighed into it, his fingers scissoring inside you as he kept pumping them in and out. He pulled away and looked down at his hand only to see it disappearing into your pants.
"I'm gonna stop for a bit, okay?" He said, slowly pulling his fingers out.
"What happened?" You asked nervously as you watched him move off the bed.
He began pulling his shirt over his head, and your legs instinctively parted, "What are you gonna do?" You questioned.
"Do you have condoms...?"
You blushed and quickly got up, "Let me go check," you said as you walked out the door, your knees already a little weak.
Kirk noticed this and laughed.
"Shut up," you said as you walked towards your parents room.
It was a little odd thinking that your parents might have this kind of thing and you would actually die if you found what you were looking for on a different occasion, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
You checked your dad's drawers and surprisingly found nothing, so you moved to your moms side and the first thing you saw was exactly what you needed. You grabbed one of the condoms and immediately ran back to your room, closing the door and locking it even if no one would come home.
When you turned around you were met with Kirk sitting on the edge of your bed, propped on his elbows with his head thrown back, waiting for you.
Now there was a very obvious tent in his pants.
"Does this work?" You sat behind him on the bed, holding up the condom as he turned to look at you.
"Yeah..." He leaned in to kiss you again, slowly pushing you to lay back. He lifted himself and helped you take your shirt off, leaving you in your bra and pants.
His pupils dilated, "You're so beautiful," he said as he looked down at your body, leaning up to kiss you for the umpteenth time.
He tugged at the waistband of your pants and pulled them down, you lifted your hips and he was able to pull them all the way off. He then got up and pulled his own off, along with his boxers.
Kirk had a big dick when he was hard. And it was slightly intimidating too.
He leaned back down, keeping one hand free and the other next to your head.
"Will this hurt?" You asked.
He looked at you confused,
"Are you a virgin?"
"No, your dick is just bigger than the others," you replied.
His face got beet red, "Shut the fuck up," he laughed, leaning closer to you and pulling your panties down, inserting his fingers into you once again, making you gasp.
He didn't keep them in for long before pulling them out and bringing his hand down, using your wetness to begin stroking himself. His eyes closed as he sighed.
He opened his eyes again, "Can you open the..." he huffed, "the condom," he asked, watching your hand as you grabbed the small package and ripped it open with your teeth.
"Can you help me put it on?" He looked at you helplessly. He was playing a game and he was good at it.
You moved your hand down and he let go of himself, grabbing onto your wrist as you rolled it on.
It's been so long since you wanted to do this, to have him in your grasp, so you spit on your hand and began slowly jerking him off. He let out a low groan before wrapping his hand around yours and squeezing a little tighter.
Looks like he likes it rough, you thought.
"Oh my fuck, " He whined, shutting his eyes tight and throwing his head back, then leaning down to bury his face into your neck.
Not long passed before he pulled your hand away and huffed, "You ready?" he asked, holding himself closer to you, "Yeah," you answered. Kirk brushed his tip against your entrance, sliding it up and down and smiling at your reactions. He then pushed himself in an inch at a time.
Your jaw fell open along with his, the two of you looking one another in the eyes, your eyes fluttering shut as his own rolled back.
Once he was all the way in, he stopped, moving down to press his lips onto yours.
"You feel so warm..." He breathed.
"Please," you whined, hoping he would understand it was for him to move.
Kirk slowly began pulling out before he pushed back in, slowly picking up his pace until he was thrusting steadily. He bit his lip, trying to suppress a groan you figured. One of his hands brushed down your side, stopping at your thigh to pull it around his waist and give himself more space.
His thrusts got harder before he hit your g-spot. Letting out a low moan, you moved your hands up Kirk's chest and around his shoulders to rest on the back of his neck.
"Kirk," you whimpered and he released a heavy breath as he began to repeatedly hit your sweet spot again.
"Right there," you whispered closing your eyes and grabbing a handful of his hair.
"You're so soft," he sighed. He was slipping in and out fairly easily.
You pulled his hair with one hand, digging your nails into his shoulder blade with the other, causing Kirk to stifle a moan.
Kirk tried going faster, harder, in order to give you the release you needed. He finally let out a high pitched whine, "Fuck," he said with a heavy breath, the sweat already starting to form on both your bodies, his hair sticking to his forehead.
"You—" you cut yourself off with a gasp, "you feel so good," you groaned, tugging harder on his hair.
"Yeah?" He whispered, his exact wish from earlier tonight was actually coming true.
Opening your eyes, you were met with his, gazing at you.
"Hi," you breathed, smiling softly at him.
Kirk slowed down, "Hey," he grinned, leaning down to kiss you once more, his movements coming to a halt.
His lips lingered on yours for a while before he finally pulled back again.
Moving his hand between your bodies, he began rubbing little circles on your clit again before resuming his thrusts. The feeling of his hand along with the movements in his hips caused you to clench around him, squeezing your thighs around his waist.
Kirk weakened at the feeling, his head dropping to your shoulder as his thrusts became sloppy.
"I'm getting close," he whispered next to your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
"Me too," you admitted, running your hands through his hair.
You could feel his burning hot, bare skin sliding against yours. Suddenly your breaths got quicker, your heart rate increased and the coil in your stomach tightened.
"Kirk—" you paused,
"I'm gonna cum," Kirk moaned before you could finish your sentence.
His hips stuttered and he tensed up, finally letting go and relaxing on top of you.
Your back arched as you felt him fill the condom in you, "Kirk please go just a little more," you begged.
He lifted his head to look at you with worry, like he felt he wouldn't be able to do much for you.
Yet he still tried to move, the sensitivity taking over all his senses making a moan escape his throat. His body was quivering along with his movements, "I'm almost there," you said before he released a sigh, continuing his movements. His hand grabbed one of yours, interlocking your fingers and holding it next to your head, squeezing tightly,
"Come on, baby," He groaned, closing his eyes like he was getting dizzy.
Finally you came, your back arching as you clenched around him once again.
Kirk slowed down and finally stopped, "Thank you..." you sighed softly. "Sorry if it was too much."
"That's okay," he smiled up at you, blowing a stray hair from his face, "I told you I'd do anything for you, just say the word. Remember?" he chuckled.
He pulled out slowly before taking off the condom and disposing of it.
Lying next to you, he put his arms around your waist and kissed your cheek, causing you to giggle.
"I love you." He lifted himself to look down at you.
"I love you too, Hammett." you smirked jokingly.
He laughed and plopped back down next to you.
"I can't believe we just had actual sex." He said while staring at the ceiling.
"It sounds odd when you say it like that..." you said as you turned to him, looking at his beautiful profile again.
"Like... I just put my penis inside of you—" You smacked his arm, cutting him off.
"Kirk! Shut up!" You laughed.
He turned to look at you, "I want to be your boyfriend."
You blushed, "...And I wanna be your girlfriend..."
He smiled, a light pink showing on his cheeks.
"But seriously, you tell me that now instead of before you," you held up quotation marks, "put your penis inside of me?"
Kirk let out a loud laugh, holding his hands over his face, "Shut the fuck up."
He sighed, "I love you. Again. Sorry, I don't know how many times I'm gonna say that," he chuckled, looking away a little embarrassed.
"Kirk," you grabbed his face and kissed him, "I love you. You're my best friend. I always have and I always will love you, okay?"
He looked at your lips, "Good," he joked, going back in to kiss you.
Suddenly you heard a scream, the both of you sat up, noticing the alien on the screen of your tv.
(information added as it gets revealed in story so nothing is spoiled except for like two things)
Cherry is the main, original character in Stockholm Syndrome. She is overly kind, unless you get on her bad side, which is ultimately hard to do unless you mess with those she loves. She is strong, brave, and rebellious. She is also an escaped cult "member" and it it revealed what she has powers from her days in this cult. As her childhood was ripped away from her, she takes comfort in all things cute and cuddly and "childish". Her favorite food is chocolate and her favorite animals are cats. She loves rock and metal for its natural loud attitude and meanness and it makes her feel confident.
Looks,
She has black fluffy hair that comes down three inches off her jaw. Her overgrown shaggy bangs sometimes cover her eyes. Occasionally she will slick it back for a more formal look.
(Ex: Catwoman)
She has big puppy dog eyes, dark "like two endless voids". Her skin in soft and clear, her proudest quality being her natural tan. Her lips are plump and lady like- always painted red. Though she denies it, she always has a natural blush on her skin that darkens and spreads when embarrassed or mad.
(Half canon artbreeder example I made the hair isn't canon)
Her build is curvy, and feminine. She is very strong despite her fragile look. She stands about 5'6 maybe 5'7. Her nails are always long and painted red like her lips. She takes pride in her name.
Outfit
(As in the canon series, she has one main outfit she wears.)
She wears a deep red, long sleeved mini-dress with her metal rings and white sneakers. She wears a leather fingerless glove on her left hand at all times.
(Examples found on Pinterest)
Personal Information
Age, 21 (current story time)
Pronouns, she/her
Sexuality, unlabeled (as she grew up in a society with mainly girls, it was only natural for them to have romances among each other, and though it takes Cherry some time to get comfortable to anyone feminine, she still has a sexual attraction towards such.)
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