18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @abaddon-queenof-hell HOPE THIS IS ALL YOU WANTED AND MORE!!!! request: My birthday request pls and ty is simply just: the sexiest, fluffiest Danny (Aykroyd) piece!! Plsss and thank youuuu!!! 🥰🥰🥰 You’re the beeessstt!!!

tags: @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @illiana-mystery, @mikey-darinstar, @psychokinetic-ectoplasm, @lulusplaycorner

warnings: swearing, mention of smut

I laughed as Vic leaned into my face again. I gently pushed against his chest. He smiled brightly at me, trying to kiss me despite the never ending giggles.

“awe come on baby.” He pouted. “Just one little kiss. That’s all I’m asking for.” I finally succeeded in pushing him away.

could you do something between the lines of reader being Ethan's s/o but sometimes having a thing with Vic? but, like, not cheating, they all know and are cool with it 💗

Smoke on the room

Ethan x Reader X Vic

A/N: ok so this is my first måneskin fic, i am very new to their fandom but anyway i hope y'all like it! I still don't have a link to the måneskin requests but for now they can send me messages!! <3

"It's not like she's the worst singer in the world, Thomas!" Damiano pulled a cigarette from the wrapper. "Miley is just better."

The cigarette package now passed through everyone's hand, and taking out a cigarette and lighting it - lo seemed to all of us a cooler activity than listening to Thomas and Damiano arguing about Lana Del Rey and Miley Cryus.

"It would be better if you two would shut up." Vic spoke up lighting probably his third cigarette of the night.

The large collection of bracelets on her arm made pleasant noises as she did so, it was the only sound, along with Damiano's voice muttering some swear words, that could be heard inside the tiny booth of a nightclub that was used as a dressing room for the band.

Ethan's fingers traced small involuntary circles on the exposed skin of my arm, and in his other hand he held the cigarette and removed it from his lips, throwing his head back to release the smoke.

"I think I prefer Lana Del Rey too." I spoke as Thomas handed me the lighter and soon after we slapped our hands together in a high five.

"You guys are the worst." Damiano raised his middle finger at us as he stood up and shook his empty beer bottle, "I'm going to get more booze so I can put up with you guys!"

"You saw he took your guitar, right?" Ethan asked Thomas.

"Shit!" In less than 10 seconds the guitarist was on his feet running and screaming trying to find Damiano, probably remembering the time the lead singer hid his guitar after they had argued about which was the best Toy Story movie.

Vic dragged the chair from the small table they were using as a dressing table with an eyeliner in his hand. "Can I?" She asks Ethan as she sits down on the other side of the couch.

"You're going to stick it in my eye anyway, Vic." Ethan smiles taking just one more drag before turning his face to her.

"And you love it!" Victoria laughs as she begins to outline his eyes.

"A little." He laughs for a second before Vic tells him to stand still so she doesn't miss.

I smile at the scene as I settle down on the couch releasing the smoke from my cigarette.

"I'm done!" Vic smiles satisfied as she holds Ethan's face and turns him to me.

"I loved it." I smile at Ethan and he leaves a quick kiss on my lips.

Vic smiles at both of us and stands up going to the dressing table again. "Now you, signora." She jokes letting the little bit of a Danish accent show.

"No, thank you. But I'm not a rock star who is going on stage from here" I stop talking to look at my watch on my wrist and then look back at her and smile. "15 minutes!"

"Come on! It's quick." Vic smiles and slaps the chair in front of her. "And without the cigarette."

I roll my eyes playfully and pass my cigarette to Ethan, who will soon be done with his.

As I sit down in the chair, Vic starts rummaging through one of her purses and turns to Ethan.

"Nude or Red?"

"Hmm, red" He replies throwing what's left of his cigarette into the ashtray.

"It's not the least bit feminist for you to ask a man to choose the color of my lipstick" I speak laughing at her.

"You're too indecisive to choose between two things." She takes the lipstick and winks at me.

I smile as she approaches me.

"Mouth closed, girl!"

There's no controlling some goosebumps I feel when Vic runs her fingers through my hair, holding the back of my neck.

I look at Ethan out of the corner of my eye and see my boyfriend smiling sideways with a cloud of smoke around him.

"You guys want more drink?" He asks getting up from the couch, scooping up some ash that fell into his pants.

"I'll have a beer." Vic speaks stepping back a little to take a quick look at Ethan.

With my lipstick still close to my lips, I reply "Same."

Ethan smiles at us and turns toward the door.

Victoria continues to dab the lipstick on my lips for a few seconds and when she moves a little closer and holds the back of my neck a little tighter I can't resist playing with the gold details on the hem of her shorts.

"Don't unfocus me." She runs her thumb around my lower lip.

"Sorry." I smile lightly against her finger.

When she finishes wiping, she takes a haul of paper to clean her fingertips, but doesn't pull away. Our knees still touch, and if she were to bend down our mouths would do the same.

And she does just that when I look at her again after turning to the mirror on the table.

She holds my chin and looks at my lips.

"Did you like it?"

And when Vic's lips slowly touch mine I can't remember to answer the question.

"Won't that make the lipstick smear?" I whisper against her mouth.

"It dries fast."

I place one of my hands on her waist, playing with her feel and the other goes up to her blonde hair. When our tongues are occupied with each other, all you can taste is beer, nicotine, and the strawberry essence of lipstick.

When Vic makes mention of sitting on my lap, I end our kiss, smiling at her and holding her waist.

"You have five minutes to get on stage, bass player." She looks at me incredulously at first but then laughs and pulls away as little as possible.

"I hate you." She smiles turning to the table to touch up her gloss.

"Damiano! There's no way I can play guitar without the guitar!" Damiano enters the dressing room as Thomas follows him.

Ethan enters right behind holding three bottles of beer, one half full and the other two full.

Vic walks past him and takes one of the bottles, kisses him on the cheek and walks out the dressing room door. "See you on stage, kids!"

Before I can grab the other bottle, which Ethan extends in my direction. Damiano steps in front of me and takes it. "Thanks, honey!" and heads toward the door as well. But he doesn't leave before he yells. "Don't even think about having sex now, Ethan Torchio! We have three minutes."

"Yes! And you still haven't returned my guitar!" Thomas runs after Damiano for the second time in the night.

Ethan laughs with slightly red cheeks and holds out his beer to me. I take a sip and hand it back to him.

He approaches me smiling and runs his finger along the corner of my mouth, "It was a little smudgy." He smirks, losing his shyness from seconds ago.

I slap his arm lightly and kiss him.

Blurbs Masterlist

A/n: I’m back (I hope). I have re-organized all my fics, everything that is under 1k words will be in a different “Blurb list”. As always, requests for fanart and fanfics are more than open. And if anyone needs it, I would also love to help with proof-checking or moral supports for fanfics <3

Taglist: @fuckim-so-gay @ginny-lily @messyhairday-me @cheese-toastie-11 @wannabemarlenabutiscoraline @simp-per-ethan @maneskinrollercoaster @juststalking @superchrystaldrug @immrbrightsideeee @shehaddreamstoo @tiaamberxx @victoriadeangeliswifey @bidet-and-legolas @makapaka11 @electra-phoebe @makeavvish @perfectlyunbiasedobservation @cucciolafaerie @theimpossiblehologramtree @unitersmoonshine @deeavjbes @selenophiliaxx @oro-e-diamanti @l0standn0tf0und @iosonoarina @que--sera--sera @writingmaneskin @rhaellasdaughter @cursivetalk

𝕿𝔥𝔢 𝕾𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔢𝔯 𝕰𝔯𝔞

Smut

New clothes

Vic x Fem!Reader, 1.3K words,

Fortunate Disaster / 2

Vic X Fem!Reader, 2.4K

Vic X Ethan X Fem!Reader, 1.5 K

As lucky as the rainbow

Vic X Fem!Reader, 1.7K

To the edge

Vic X Fem!Reader, 1K

Angst

Fluff

Date Night

Vic X Male!Reader, 1.1K words, requested

Dream View

Damiano X Fem!Reader, 1.2K words, requested

How do I look?

Thomas X Fem!Reader, it’s not 1k but I love it too much, requested

Nerdy Romance

Ethan X Fem!Reader, 1K, do you wanna cry? Read this. Requested

It will always be you

Ethan X Fem!Reader, dare I say, my favourite? 2.7 K words, requested

The period from hell

Ethan X Fem!Reader, 1.8 K words, requested

Absolute chaos

Monopoly night 1 / 2

Måneskin Group Chat 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8

Meeting the parents

Ethan X Fem!Reader, 1K, based on a meme

Series that I started but need a shit ton of motivation to continue

The fluffiest Alliance

Fem!OC, Må appears at the end, 3.3K words

A Breath of Fresh Air 1 / 2 / 3

Boarding school AU, Vic X Fem!OC

Series that I actually finished

The one with an impatient author and a slow-burn 1 / 2 / 3 / 4

Ethan X Fem!Reader

𝕿𝔢𝔢𝔫𝔶'𝔰 𝕮𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔟𝔞𝔠𝔨

Smut

Mamma Mia

All X Fem!Reader, 1.8K Words

The aftermath

All X Fem!Reader, blurbs (i can feel my pulse through my eyes after writing this)

Fluff

The lost keys

Ethan X Fem!Reader, eh almost 1K

The surprise

Thomas X Fem!Reader, again, almost 1K

Goodnight

Vic X Fem!Reader, 5K

CHALLENGES

Teeny’s October Nightmares 1 / 2 / 3

Warnings: None

Request: None

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Shit.

That about all I was feeling right now. I had just found out that I was pregnant, and not that it was very unexpected, as Damiano and I aren't the greatest at keeping it safe, but now it was a reality, and that made things scary.

With the Gang

- Victor is pretty chill with when you with the gang. That doesn’t mean he leaving your side oh no. He still got his eyes on Patrick and Henry, he knows who thirsty those two get. 

- Victor loves when you hangout with the gang, he appreciates that you get involved instead of being an abstract girlfriend. He also see’s who you bring life to the group. 

- Victor however would never let you go with the gang to a teens party, way to risky, he would rather cuddle up to you all night long instead. 

- If you do someone how end up going Victor will br glued to your side and would never let you out of arms reach. Its not that he doesn’t trust he just doesn’t trusts everyone else. 

When you alone 

- Victor is such a cuddle bug, he just loves cuddling you. You just fit so perfectly in his arms, he feels all your curves and can stare deep into those beautiful loving eyes. 

- Victor also likes to kiss you at random, weather it be on the cheek, neck, chest anywhere. 

- Don’t think that Victor wouldn’t want to do some sexual stuff. He loves you and he wants to prove that to you. He hopes that you aware of that and don’t look at it the wrong way. 

- Victor would always offer to take you out somewhere. He usually likes going to the arcade and the quarry. But he still enjoys other places like the movies or the roller blading rink. 

- Victor also loves to dance with you, the music just flows and you both like the flirtatious sexual want and tension that raises. 

Good days

- Victor is the kinda guy that would give you flowers and buy you chocolate randomly. To make you feel special, he also likes seeing how cute you look when you blush. 

- Victor makes and effort to keep you happy, he’ll take you out on dates to any place even a fancy restaurant if you really wanted to. 

- Victor would also be the guy that might buy you some jewellery on your birthday. He just smart like that. 

- Not to mention the countless days he cuddles up to you telling you that everything will be alright and that he loves you. 

- Victor is everything he’s your friend, best friend, brother and lover what more could you want. 

Bad days 

- Plenty girls flirt with Victor, he never flirts back cause your the only one for him. But you can’t help but get a bit doubtful sometimes. 

- Greta is always trying to mess with the two of you, see she had a thing for Victor. She thinks its ridiculous how a random girl just got with him. 

- Patrick is also messing with you, you wouldn’t be surprised if he’s working with Greta. He’s been interested in you for quite a while too. 

- You and Victor always manage and you know the gossip isn’t true cause your practically always together so there’s no possible way. 

- Other bad times involve when Victor come home beat up. You always tend to his injuries giving him love and affection to make sure he’s ok. 

I finally moved into my dorm room. It's going to be hard without seeing my four friends everyday. I start unpacking boxes and breaking them down so I can take them back to my parents house or throw them away. That's when I noticed something, it didn't smell the greatest. I start looking around for wherever the smell was coming from and eventually found a rotten peach with a note attached.

"Have fun at college loser, don't forget about us. P.S. stole this piece of fruit from your tree."

Chapter 8: Anything and Everything

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SUMMARY: Emma has been controlled and haunted by the clown of many names for as long as she remembered. However, that begins to change once she meets Henry Bowers, the local asshole.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I’d like to apologize once again for the long time hiatus. I’ve been quite busy lately and I haven’t had time to write. However, I’m trying to finish this series as soon as possible, so I can start writing the sequel series! Also, this chapter was meant to be a lot longer, but it ended up being too long, so I decided to split it into two parts!

WARNINGS: Explicit language and mentions of death.

WORD COUNT: 3.9k

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“Let’s get outta here.”

Within those few moments, everything I felt about him changed. I didn’t know why; but all of a sudden, I felt this urge to run away with him. To do anything and everything with him.

Maybe it was because deep down, I felt like we were running out of time. Even though I had no reason to.

It was barely the beginning of July and we had plenty of time left before school started again. However, it still didn’t stop that feeling. This feeling that something was drawing closer and closer to us and when it finally came, we wouldn’t be able to stop it. Maybe it was my paranoia, my bad luck; but no matter what reason I told myself, I always knew that the true reason was because of Gray.

With him around, I could never be happy. I was even lucky to get this far, but now I knew. He was angry and he wouldn’t let me remain this way for much longer. He was ready to end it all. So, the only thing I could do now was take this opportunity with Henry and not let it waste away. I had to. I had to take his hand.

So, I did and I left him with little time to react as I pulled him out the library.

“Emma,” he called out. “Where are we going?” And I stopped. That was a good question. Where were we going? There were not many places to go to in Derry. It was a small town and we could literally scope out the entirety of it in a day. There was the arcade, the park, the theater, one of the dozen restaurants that we had, and the quarry. We had gone to all of them before, but this would be different. Now, it would just be me and him - sharing and experiencing it together. I did say that I wanted to experience anything and everything with him…didn’t I?

So, I simply turned to him and blatantly said, “Everywhere.” I searched his face for any sign of confirmation, but his eyes wouldn’t meet mine. They just focused on his shoes and I didn’t realize why until I felt the clamminess of his hand.

He was nervous, shy, and the closer I looked, I saw that his cheeks were flushed with color. It was then that I realized that I did this to him. I made him feel this way and it wasn’t until his eyes finally met mine that I also realized, he did the same to me.

We had touched plenty of times before, but never like this. At least not often as this. We had only done this two other times. The first time being the day he came to find me at the park after Patrick’s death. We had been standing close to one another, to the point where I felt his breath hitting my cheek and his nose barely grazing my forehead. He had been holding my hand in his as he gently traced the outline of my rug burn. I remember how my cheeks burned and my heart raced as he did so. And the second being just a bit ago in the library, when he ran his fingers down the scars of my neck. My breath had halted and I actually missed his touch when he pulled away. So, the real question was… Why did I feel this way? Why?

There was only one possible answer; but for some reason, it scared me too much to admit it. It would be too hard to. So, I just pulled my hand away from his and pushed the thought into the back of my mind, choosing to ignore it for now.

“How does that sound,” I asked calmly, and I waited until I got it what I was looking for - a small smirk playing at his lips.

“Where do you wanna go first?”And I couldn’t help the smile that made its way onto my own lips.

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We both decided to head to the arcade first, already making our way there. We were awfully quiet and I figured it was because we still hadn’t completely made up yet. I know he did admitted to wanting to become a better person, but he also didn’t apologize for being a dick the night of the party… Then again, I also didn’t apologize for punching him in the face. It was now or never, I thought to myself.

I glanced over at him and he looked surprisingly calm. It was very different in comparison to the usual bitch face he wore, and I quickly found myself liking this look a lot more than the other.

“Like what you see,” he questioned bluntly and I immediately turned away, trying to hide my embarrassment.

“No,” I answered. “Why would I?” And he didn’t seem convinced. Hell, I wasn’t even convinced. I knew that was a flat-out lie. Henry was always pretty to look at.

“Oh, cause you weren’t checking me out just right,” he mentioned, raising a brow.

“It’s not that. I just… I just wanted to say sorry for…well, punching you in the face I guess.”

“Don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“Say you’re sorry. I deserved it.”

I looked at him in disbelief as he said that. Did he really just say that he deserved it? The Henry I knew would have never allowed anyone to do that to him, even if he knew he was being a dick. He never liked getting hit, even if it was done jokingly. That’s why it surprised me so much.

“Well, I might have overreacted,” I added.

“Emma.”

“Yeah?”

“You’ve never felt bad about anything you’ve done before, so don’t now, okay? I deserved it and you knew I did, that’s why you did it. It’s nothing you should be saying sorry for. Got it?”

I gazed at him for a few moments before nodding, “Yeah.” There was a short pause of silence before he spoke up again.

“That was a pretty hard punch though,” he noted with a slight smirk. “Were you trying to knock me out?”

“No,” I giggled.

“You knocked me straight on my ass.”

“Well, I can do it again. So, don’t test me.”

“You wanna bet?” And at that, the both of us stopped in our tracks and gazed into each other’s eyes.

I thought he was just joking at first, but then I saw the cockiness of his smirk and knew that he was being dead serious. It amused me to say the least.

“And what exactly are we gonna bet,” I asked and he seemed to ponder for a bit before answering.

“Well, you said you wanted to do everything, right? That includes going to the movies then. Loser has to get all the snacks for when we go.”

I hummed softy, “Okay. So, all I have to do is knock you on your ass again to win?”

“Yeah…but in street fighter.” And my face immediately broke into a smile.

“Ohhh, I see what you’re doing,” I cooed. “It’s because you know that I suck at street fighter.”

“It’s not the only thing you suck at,” he teased. “But yeah, it is. So, is it a bet or not?” I bit my lip softly before nodding.

“Alright, Bowers. You’re on.”

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“Okay, you should be Ken,” I told him, gesturing to the screen, but he only gave me a look of disbelief.

“Why,” he questioned and I shrugged.

“Well, you kinda look like him. You both have blonde hair and blue eyes. You both wear red all the time and…you both have muscles. Yours aren’t as big, of course, but they’re still pretty nice.”

“You think my muscles are nice,” he smirked and I immediately froze. Did I really say that? Why the fuck would I say that? That’s not something he should know. The cocky bastard would never let me live that down. I had to think of an excuse quick.

“What? No,” I scoffed. “I just meant that other people might think they’re nice. Not me.”

“Uh huh,” he breathed, leaning in closer to me. “You know if I didn’t know any better, Emma, I’d say that you liked me.” His voice was low and smooth, and he was so impossibly close that could I feel his breath. It was enough to send a shiver down my spine, but I couldn’t let it get to me. So, I simply pushed him away and scoffed,

“Don’t flatter yourself. I much rather like Mr. Keene than you.“ He chuckled softly.

“Sure you would,” he remarked, now leaning over the dash of the machine and putting his token in. “I’ll be Ken.” I stared at him for a few moments, before leaning down beside him and pushing my own token into its slot. He glanced over at me and I could tell from the corner of my eye that he was started to stare. So, curiously, I looked back at him. To be honest, I half expected him to look away, but he didn’t. He just held my gaze, before dropping his eyes over the rest of my face and I let him. It wasn’t much longer till his eyes met mine again and he spoke up,

“Two out of three, okay?”

“Okay,” I smirked and his lips mirrored mine in seconds.

“Ready to lose?”

“Are you?” And we both turned back to the screen once we heard the game announcer yell ”Round One!”

I quickly placed my fingers over the buttons of the machine and wrapped my other hand around the joystick, waiting for the announcer to yell again. I have to win, I told myself. I know I suck, but I can’t suck now. Not against Henry. I said I would knock him on his ass, so that’s what I’m going to do. I’m not going to disappoint him now. Wait, what?

“Fight!” My eyes shot open and I rapidly began to press the buttons, hearing Henry do the same. My Ryu was able to punch his Ken a few times before he overwhelmed me, blocking every one of my punches and punching me whenever I left an opening. He continued to do this until my health bar was nearly empty and I was only able to get one more punch in until he completely destroyed me.

“Shit,” I groaned. What was I thinking? I’ve never won against him before, so what made me think I could do it now? It was only one loss, but it was enough to remind me that I was terrible at Street Fighter. I should just give him my wallet right now.

I sighed softly and glanced over at him. It looked like he was having the time of his fucking life. All cocky with that damn smirk. What I wouldn’t give to wipe it off his damn face? And then, it hit me. I once beat Richie Tozier and he was practically the king of this game and almost everyone knew it. Yet, I beat him. I did have Eddie to cheer me on; but this time, I had to do it for myself. This time my motivation was to wipe that damned smirk off Henry’s face and beat him at his own game.

“There’s still two rounds left, Bowers. Don’t get ahead of yourself just yet,” I warned, but he only laughed it off.

“There’s only two more rounds left, if you can beat me in the next one,” he informed and while he wasn’t wrong, I didn’t plan on losing again.

“I’ll beat you.”

“You’ll beat me, huh?”

“Shut the fuck up.” And he laughed again, getting back in position beside me. He was closer than before, his arm and hip pressing against mine, but this time I didn’t care. All I cared about was winning these next two rounds and this damn bet.

“Round two!” I took a deep breath and stared intently at the screen. Focus, Emma. Focus.

“Fight!” This time, instead of rapidly bashing my buttons, I waited for him to attack first. I decided that my best bet was to use the same strategy that I used to beat Richie, so that’s exactly what I did. I kept blocking his punches until I saw an opening and once I did, I punched him as many times as he would allow. Then when he finally went to block, I jumped over him and punched him in the back numerous times. I kept alternating between these three techniques until I finally won.

Feeling a sense of achievement overwhelm me, I cheered a bit too loudly as he simply groaned out in frustration. I thought he would have stopped me to be honest, but he didn’t. He actually waited before asking-

“You done?” He sounded solemn and serious, but it didn’t quite reach his face. It was like he was pretending to be annoyed, but his eyes and lips just wouldn’t cooperate.

It almost seemed like he wanted to smile, but didn’t. He just was holding it back. Then, his eyes were filled with something I’ve never seen before. I couldn’t tell what it was at first, but the deeper I looked, the more I thought I saw…adoration?

I gulped softly at the thought before answering him,

“Nope. Cause I know I’m going to win the next round too.” And I did. It was shocking as hell, but I was damn proud. So much so that I cheered again. Even if it was annoying to the other kids there. At least Henry didn’t find it annoying. __________________________________________

“Why are you grabbing so much shit,” he complained.

“You lost the bet, remember? How many times do I have to remind you,” I remarked smugly before placing another candy bar in his arms.

“Yeah, I remember, but I also remember you sucking too.”

“Yeah, I know. Good thing it wasn’t the same as you remembered,” I chuckled as I spotted a basket beside us, picking it up.

“Don’t go feeling all smug now just because you won one game of Street Fighter.”

“I think it’s a bit too late for that,” I smirked, showing him the basket. “After all, I consider beating you quite the accomplishment. Especially since I get a bunch of free snacks with it.”

He scoffed softly as he placed the snacks into the basket, a small smile plastered on his lips.

“It doesn’t take a lot to impress you, huh?”

“No, I guess not,” I shrugged and he took the basket from me.

“That’s alright,” he confessed. “That’s one of the reasons why I like you anyway.” I gazed up at him with wide eyes, but he simply shot me a smirk before walking away completely. However, that didn’t stop my eyes from following him.

Did he actually mean that or…was he just joking? Either way, I couldn’t help the rate that my heart was beating at or the warmth that was currently flooding my chest.  

This felt…unreal. Everything about this felt unreal. How could I be here? How could I be with Henry? How could I be happy? How could I live? Could I stay like this? Forever? I sure hope I could. I wish I could. Please. I want to stay. I want to stay with Vic and Reggie. I want to stay with Eddie. I want… I want to stay with Henry. Always.

I can’t imagine going on in a world without him. Without his temper. Without his cockiness. Without his sweetness and stubbornness. Without his pain. Without that stupid mullet. Without his beautiful cloudy blue eyes. Without his beautiful…everything. I just can’t. I need him and I always will.

A smile unknowingly made its way onto my face as I watched him put a few more candy bars in the basket. He had no idea that had been watching him and still didn’t know until he looked back in my direction. His smile matched mine as he tilted his head slightly.

“Why are you looking at me like that,” he questioned.

“It’s nothing,” I lied. “You can keep looking.”

With that, I turned away and continued searching through the store. I already picked out my snacks, so I might as well look around as Henry picked out his.

I somehow drifted into the clothes section of the store, the bright colors of shirts and pants catching my eyes. While they were appealing, they’ve never been my style. I always wore denim, denim, and more denim over simple shirts and tainted converse. That was my style, but I stopped once I spotted a dress.

It was different compared to most of the dresses I saw girls at school wear. It wasn’t skanky and didn’t leave little to the imagination. It was quite pretty and modest and while it was off the shoulder, it still had thin straps to hold it up. I could actually imagine myself wearing it. I was starting to like it that much.

“I never pegged you to be the dress type,” a voice interrupted behind me, and I immediately recognized it as Henry.

“I’m not,” I agreed.

“Well, it sure looks like you want it.”

“I don’t,” I lied, still staring at it.

“Why don’t you try it on?”

“Huh,” I asked in surprise.

“You should try it on,” he repeated.

“No, I shouldn’t,” I shook my head. “I’ll just look goofy.”

“You can never look goofy,” he uttered, and it wasn’t until I felt my cheeks burned that I saw his light up as well. “At least to me anyway,” he finished shyly, and his comment was enough to reassure me that with him, I was always safe and would never be judged.

So taking his word for it, I turned around to grab the dress, looking it over once more before surveying the store for a fitting room. Already knowing what I was thinking, Henry decided to give me the answer himself. “There’s one in the back,” he stated and I nodded slightly, before gesturing him to follow me as I started to walk over.

There was only one room with a chair by the wall. It was pretty isolated, but I preferred that. I didn’t really want anyone other than Henry seeing me.

So once we got to the fitting room, I knocked on the door twice just to make sure no one was in there and luckily, there wasn’t.

I glanced back at Henry and he was already sitting on the chair with the basket beside him. He must’ve known I was staring because his eyes met mine almost immediately.

“Don’t make fun of me,” I told him and he breathed out a laugh. I knew he wouldn’t. I just felt like saying it.

“Don’t worry,” he uttered, “I won’t.”

“Alright,” I smirked. “I’m trusting you.” And with that, I stepped foot into the room and locked the door behind me.

There was only a mirror in the room along with my own reflection. Most of the scars that I had acquired over this past month had faded, except for the one of course. My hair was a bit longer and my eyes didn’t look sunken for once. I actually looked…alive and happier. And just the thought of that made me smile a bit more.

Within seconds, I had stripped of my clothes and put them off to the side. And with a few more, I had already stepped into the dress and pulled the straps over my shoulders. Now, I could see more qualities that I didn’t before.

The dress actually stopped mid-calf and hugged my waist quite a bit. However, it didn’t feel uncomfortable. I was also never a fan of plain white, but this along with the red, yellow, and pink flowers was quite nice. I actually wouldn’t mind wearing this out anywhere.

“Are you almost done,” Henry asked from the outside and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. He didn’t sound irritated, but he did have the habit of being impatient.

“Yes, I’m coming out now,” I called out, before grabbing the handle of the door. I took a deep breath and tried my best to ignore the nervousness that was washing over me. There’s no reason to feel nervous, I told myself. It’s just Henry, but then again. It’s the fact that it is Henry that makes me nervous.

I sighed quietly before turning the handle of the door and stepping out.

HENRY’S POINT OF VIEW

I tore the wrapper of the chocolate bar open and snapped a piece off before sticking it in my mouth. I chewed on it silently as I waited for her to come out… but should it really take that long to put on a dress?

“Are you almost done,” I asked and she responded fairly quickly.

“Yes, I’m coming out now,” she called out and she sounded a bit irritated. Did she not like the dress or was she just getting annoyed by me? Knowing her, it was probably the latter.

I smirked to myself as I snapped another piece off. I was this close to putting it into my mouth until I heard the door click. Now, all my attention shifted to the door.

She came out slowly, then all at once. Even if she did decide to come out all fast or all slow, I wouldn’t have been prepared either way. Because I had no idea that I’d be sitting in the presence of someone so perfect.

When did I deserve something like this? What did I do to deserve something like this? What did I do to deserve someone like her coming into my life?

The simple answer was that I didn’t…and that I probably never would. But I wanted to deserve it. I needed to deserve it. I would make sure that I deserved it. That I deserved her. Cause if I couldn’t have her, then what would be the point of anything? To me, a world without her in it wasn’t a world at all. It just wasn’t. Wherever she is, wherever she goes, that’s where I want to be. Always and forever. Because it’s her that I need and always will need.

BACK TO EMMA’S POINT OF VIEW

I stepped out and his eyes immediately widened. I didn’t expect them to, but they did. I also didn’t expect him to completely ignore the piece of chocolate that he had been holding in his hand and drop it to the floor carelessly.

He stayed like that for a few seconds, just staring in silence. I felt compelled to break him out of it, but before I could, he had already decided to speak up,

“Wow.” It was short and simple, but it made me impossibly happy and sent my heart fluttering. “You look…you look beautiful.”

“Do I,” I asked softly, almost not believing him.

“Yeah,” his cheeks started to redden. “I mean-I mean you look good.” And at that, I crossed my arms in displeasure and decided to get him back for changing his answer so quickly.

“Are you blushing, Bowers?”

“What? No,” he denied, rather unconvincingly.

“You know if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you liked me.”

“You wish,” he scoffed and that stung. I knew it shouldn’t have. I was equally as petty when he told me the same thing earlier, but then again. Did he really like me as much as I…as much as I liked him? I sure hope he did.

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