#i just love cyndi too much

[incorrect-back-to-the-80s]

#i know in such a small fandom you can't really be picky but come on guys #im actually not sure which i hate most #probably cyndi being consistently demonised for being a teenager #i just love cyndi too much #back to the 80s #btt80s #poll #polls #btt80s poll #musical polls #cyndi gibson #michael feldman #corey palmer #mr cocker #stevie cocker #kirk keaton #eileen reagan #lionel astley #feargal mcferrin iii #miss brannigan #ms brannigan #sheena brannigan

[beyondthesefourwalls]

And You Will Find Me

Summary: The last thing Bradley expected when he was assigned to the unofficial “singles without a plus one” table at an old friend’s wedding was to meet who he thinks might just be the love of his life. But that’s exactly what happened. 

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x Reader (no use of y/n)  (can be read as Forgetful Boy and Pumpkin from RYEWID, but not necessary to read that first)

Word Count: 3.8K 

Warnings: Language, fluff, love at first sight. 

Notes: Written for @roosterforme's ‘80s Rocktober Playlist Fic Challenge, and as part of The Forgotten Moments Collection, but can very much be read by itself. Song selection is Time After Time by Cyndi Lauper. 

The Forgetful Boy and Pumpkin first meeting one shot that I’ve been wanting to write since I referenced it in part three of RYEWID. The fact that I could do it for a challenge for one of my favorite people makes it even more exciting for me.  

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Bradley Bradshaw: Table Four 

He grabbed the gold trimmed cardstock with his name on it, sipping on a glass of bourbon as he made his way into the reception hall. It didn’t take long to find his placement with the elaborate centerpieces displaying calligraphic numbers. 

There were only two open seats left at the table, which was occupied by a group of people who were all staring down at their phones. He glanced around the rest of the venue, seeing all of the other tables bustling with conversation and laughter. He raised his eyebrows in surprise at the awkward silence that seemed to hang over this one in particular. No one seemed to know each other, and it didn’t look like they planned to make any effort to change that. 

He groaned to himself and wondered, not for the first time, why he had thought attending this wedding was a good idea. 

He hadn’t seen Sean in years, and had never even met Lucy. The two had been roommates for two years at UVA and had somewhat kept up with each other over the years, if only barely. They had always joked about how on the off chance either of them got married, they’d make each other's guest list. Bradley had laughed when he got the invite in the mail. He had waited until the last minute to send in the RSVP, but had ultimately decided why not? He wouldn’t know anyone there, and hadn’t managed to find a date in time, but he hadn’t been to Philly in way too long. He’d make a quick weekend out of it and see an old friend.  

He hadn’t realized until he got into town how awkward going to a wedding on his own would be. 

He sat in one of the empty seats, nodding to the guy on his right who forced a smile that looked just as awkward as it felt before turning his attention back to his phone. 

Bradley was glad he had thought to refill his drink before cocktail hour ended. 

He was scrolling through his phone when he saw a flash of orange out of the corner of his eye at the same time the seat next to him was pulled back. 

He glanced up briefly to offer a quick smile to the new arrival and looked back down at his emails, only to do the quickest double take of his life. His breath caught in his throat and he swore his heart stopped, only to start again three times faster. 

Holy hell. 

“Is anyone sitting here?” you asked, and Bradley had to blink a few times before he realized you were talking to him, because your voice was mesmerizing. 

“All yours,” he managed to say. He would have winced at how his voice cracked if he wasn’t trying to remember how to breathe. You offered a warm smile as you gracefully sat down. You were a vision in a long sleeve, burnt orange dress that looked like it would be silky to the touch. When he glanced down, he had to bite down on the inside of his cheek to stop from groaning when he saw the slit going up the side and the nude heels on your feet. You were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and you were sitting beside him fiddling awkwardly with your place card as he stared at you.

“I’m Bradley,” he finally managed to introduce himself, extending a hand out. You looked at him in surprise. 

“Oh! Hi.” You took his hand with a soft, gentle grip, your eyes locking onto his as a spark went through his whole body. Your eyes widened a fraction and he wondered if you felt it, too. He almost didn’t catch your name when you said it because he was so distracted by the feeling. “So, bride or groom?” 

“What?” 

You laughed softly, and he worried about going into cardiac arrest at the sound. “Are you here for the bride, or for the groom? I assume since you’re at this table it’s either one or the other and not both.” 

“This table?” 

You glanced around at your other tablemates, still busy with doing everything they could not to make eye contact with anyone else. Then you leaned closer to him, and he couldn’t help but do the same. You whispered to him like you were sharing something salacious. “The singles table. The ones who came alone and who wouldn’t know anyone else, and who they’re kind of surprised RSVP’d ‘yes’ to begin with.” 

Bradley let out a loud laugh, and you giggled right along with him. The sound was like music. It earned you both curious and maybe even annoyed looks from all those at your table. He hadn’t considered that before, but now that he thought about it, you were absolutely right. 

“Groom,” He replied, “College roommates. You?” 

“Bride,” you told him. “Ironically, also college roommates.” 

“Well would you look at that,” Bradley smirked, and he knew the amusement that sparkled in your eye was mirrored in his. 

He was interrupted from saying anything else from the DJ tapping on the microphone to formally start the reception. As the bridal party danced their way into the room to Celine Dion, he kept stealing glances at you. To his pleasure, you were stealing them right back. By the time Sean and Lucy were seated at the front table and the DJ announced that dinner would be served momentarily, Bradley could barely look away. There was a smile on your face that indicated you didn’t mind at all. 

It continued that way through the meal that was eventually placed on the table. You didn’t speak much as you ate, both of you feeling like you were disrupting the other six people spread out on either side. But you kept catching each other’s eyes and smiling before you looked away, and his cheeks were nearly hurting at how big his smile was.

Fuck. 

Bradley barely even knew your name, and he was already down bad. 

You leaned over to him during the speeches that started immediately after dinner, and he caught another whiff of your perfume. He tried his best not to noticeably take a deep breath of the scent. “Do we think the best man is already drunk?” 

“Oh, he absolutely is,” he confirmed. The man in question was laughing hysterically at a joke he just told, already swaying on his feet. “I saw him throwing back an entire flask right before the ceremony.” 

Your nose scrunched up in the most adorable cringe he had ever seen. “Yikes. I don’t really blame him though. The maid of honor is his ex-fiance. I’m pretty sure she left him for groomsman number three, but I can’t confirm.” 

He looked at you with wide, curious eyes. “Did Lucy tell you that?”

“No,” you laughed, mindful of keeping your voice down to not draw any attention to yourselves as the slurred speeches continued. “I drove up last night and then was bored before the ceremony today. Social media is very informative, you know.” 

Bradley choked out a laugh, absolutely amazed at you. “Are you a private investigator or something?” he asked, genuinely curious. 

You picked up your wine glass with a smirk, and you winked at him before you took a sip. “A journalist, actually. But close enough.”  

A journalist. Bradley filed that information away in a new folder in his brain that had your name on it. 

Clapping drew his gaze away from you, and he realized he had completely shut out the rest of the speech. He cleared his throat and joined in, and the two of you watched as the bride and groom did their first dance. It felt like it lasted forever, but that was probably because he was itching for it all to be over so that he could talk to you again. He wanted to know more about you. In fact, he found that he wanted to know everything about you. 

Everyone clapped again when the dance came to an end, and Bradley was turning to you before the DJ even finished announcing the beginning of the party. 

“What are you drinking?” he asked, and he thought the look you gave him was a mix between delighted and amused. Your eyes cut to your mostly empty wine glass where he could very much see exactly what you had been sipping on. He felt heat creep up his cheeks in embarrassment. 

“White wine,” you said anyway. “What are you drinking?”

He fought the grin that was threatening to take over his face. You were keeping him on his toes, and he found he quite liked it. “Bourbon.”

“Ah. Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m about due for a refill.”

“Is that so?” he asked with a raised eyebrow. You glanced around the table where the other occupants were back to scrolling through their phones or focusing on anything that wasn’t another human being. He almost laughed at the look on your face when you turned back to him. You grabbed your clutch from the table and the two of you rose out of your seats at the same time without even having to say anything. 

“After you,” he grinned, and your smile made him dizzy. He ordered another whiskey while you got Pinot Grigio. He laughed when you told him you weren’t allowed another glass, because too much white wine apparently made for a very interesting night. He filed that little tidbit away, too. 

With fresh drinks in hand, you turned to walk back to your assigned seating. The lights had dimmed and the music had turned to something upbeat and very cliche, and the majority of the attendees had converged on the dancefloor. You navigated around them carefully. His hand hovered over your lower back, not quite touching, but wanting to. You drew to a stop when you were only a few feet from the table, your head tilted to the side. 

“I hate being seated at these tables,” you muttered. “Always makes me feel like maybe I shouldn’t have come.” 

Bradley had been thinking the same thing until you had sat down beside him and shook his hand. He couldn’t help but flex his fingers as he remembered how his skin had buzzed at your touch. He glanced around the whole venue again, not quite knowing what he was looking for until he caught sight of the patio through the large windows.

“Do you want to ditch and go outside with me?” he found himself asking before he could stop himself. He held his breath when your eyes snapped to his, slightly wide in surprise. But they softened quickly, and you nodded, tucking some of your hair behind your ear with your free hand. 

He held out an arm, and after only a moment of hesitation, you slipped yours into it. He almost felt like he was floating as he guided the two of you toward the open doors. 

The patio was decorated beautifully. It stretched almost the entire length of the building, and twinkle lights lined the ceiling and the pillars holding it up. Smaller tables and furniture were spread out amongst the concrete and the two of you settled into the soft cushions of one of the outdoor coaches. 

It was a mild night, even for early February in Philadelphia, and the heat coming from the fire pit in the middle of the table in front of you was enough for it to be comfortable. You sat in silence for a beat, but it wasn’t awkward. Your fingers danced over the rim of your wine glass and Bradley’s gaze followed as you brought it to your lips. You caught his eye as you swallowed, and he felt the heat creep onto his cheeks at being caught staring at you again. 

He cleared his throat, taking a sip of his own drink to gather himself. “So. A journalist. What do you write about?” 

“The hypocrisy of old men, mostly,” you shrugged, and Bradley’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. You laughed at his expression. “I cover politics,” you explained. Your joke registered with the context and he chuckled. 

“So just how hypocritical are the old men of Philadelphia?” he asked, and you seemed delighted that he was going along with it. 

“Eh,” you said, shrugging your shoulders. “Very, I’m sure. But I cover Washington, which is definitely worse. I live in DC.” 

Bradley’s breath caught in his throat. Excited disbelief had his eyes widening. There was no way. In the back of his mind he had admittedly already been thinking of how often he could feasibly make the drive from Andrews to Philly, because he knew he had to see you again. Tonight couldn’t be the only time, not with how he was feeling and how he was pretty sure you were, too. 

“Small world,” he finally managed, trying to keep his voice steady despite his racing heart, and now your eyes were widening back. The happiness in them was hard to miss, and, holy shit, you were excited about this. He felt the urge to pinch himself. 

“You live in DC?”

“I’m at Naval Air Facility Washington doing extended training at Joint Base Andrews,” he told you, still in a bit of disbelief, but feeling giddy. 

“Ah. Navy man, huh?” 

It took a moment for Bradley to realize his cheeks were red again. He doesn’t think anyone has ever made him blush before, or at least not as many times as you had tonight already. 

“Naval Aviator,” he elaborated. 

You smiled, and it felt like the whole world disappeared except for the two of you as you held out your glass. He raised his to tap against it in cheers. “Here’s to small worlds, then.” 

“And to college roommates,” he added, and your laugh took his breath away. 

The two of you sat there with your drinks in hand, and the conversation flowed effortlessly, talking about everything and anything. He found himself hanging onto your every word. He couldn't help but be drawn in by every single thing about you. He learned that you grew up here in Philadelphia and, like him, you were an only child. You got your undergrad in journalism and then a masters in political science and moved to DC before the ink was even dry. You were a little bit addicted to coffee and true crime podcasts, and you were a huge Philadelphia Eagles fan. He told you about growing up in Virginia and being in the Navy, and about his love of the 80s and playing piano. 

But you talked about more than just the surface level stuff, too. As the occasional sound of laughter drifted outside from the dancefloor and the fire pit glowed in front of you, you told him how sometimes, you wondered if you were really cut out for your career, because the nature of what you had to cover drove you absolutely crazy, and you felt like people focused on the wrong things. You tended to have a self-imposed terrible work/life balance and your anxiety crept up on you because you’d ignore it for too long. You weren’t close with your parents, and your bucket list was full of things you were scared you’d never be able to do. 

In return, he let you in on the reason he wanted to join the Navy in the first place, and growing up with a single mother and what it was like when she got sick. He confided how he had a bad habit of hesitating both in and out of the air, and how he didn’t really have any connections or relationships outside of the Navy that went more than just skin deep or a memory of what used to be. 

He shared more with you than he had with anyone else, and somehow, it felt like the most natural thing in the world. It was like he had always known you, or at least like he was meant to now. 

You were so caught up in each other that neither of you realized just how much time had passed. Before you knew it, the music from inside was starting to soften and the lights were turned back on, and the servers came outside to start collecting empty glasses and trash. 

“Oh wow,” you breathed in surprise, “We missed the whole reception.” 

You stared at each other in silence for a moment, and then at the same time, you burst into laughter. 

“Can I walk you back to your hotel?” he asked you once you had calmed down. You had mentioned how you were staying just a few blocks away, and the thought of you walking alone or getting a car this late at night didn’t sit right with him. It was strange, how he already felt the urge to protect and care for you. 

Plus, he wasn’t ready to say goodbye just yet. 

“I’d like that,” you said softly, much to his relief. 

The bride and groom were inside wishing everyone goodbye, and you both took a moment to speak to your respective reasonings for being there. Neither of you lingered for long, and the balmy night air greeted you again when you exited the building after collecting your coats. 

You didn’t hesitate to link your arm with his when he held it out this time. He felt warm all over with you this close to him. Despite the late hour, the city was still alive with people out and about and laughter and conversation spilling out onto the sidewalk from every business you passed. He held onto you a little tighter when you walked by some decidedly way too drunk people, but you didn’t seem to mind. You kept the conversation going just as easily as it was when you were sitting on the patio, swapping embarrassing stories from your college days. You were walking through the park, nearly at your hotel, and it was when you mentioned something about dancing on a table at a frat party after too many shots of Fireball that he came to an alarming realization. He stopped so abruptly that you were slightly yanked back into his body, and you looked at him in concern. Before you could ask what was wrong, he was blurting the words out. 

“I never asked you to dance.” 

You gave him a confused look and then snorted in amusement. “I suppose you didn’t.” 

“Oh my god,” he groaned, tilting his head back and slapping his palm to his forehead. “I had the perfect opportunity to dance with you and I never asked.” 

You were still laughing, your feelings clearly not hurt at his lack of consideration. But he was already digging his phone out of his pocket and swiping open his music app. He held it out in your direction. “Pick a song,” he told you. 

“What?” you laughed. “Bradley!” 

“I’m serious! Pick a song.” 

He pushed his phone a little closer, and with an amused look, you finally took it. You bit your lip as you thought for a moment before you started typing, and then the soft sounds of Time After Time were floating in the air. 

“You said you loved the 80s,” you said almost shyly. But Bradley smiled, taking the phone back and slipping it into his jacket pocket. The music was muffled now, but you could both still hear it. 

“It’s perfect,” he told you. He held out a hand for you to take, and once you slipped your palm into his, he pulled you close. You rested your head on his shoulder as you began to sway. The night was quiet and serene as you danced, and he didn’t know what he did for his night to turn out this way, but he was so glad that it did. 

When the song came to an end, you stopped moving, but didn’t separate. You picked your head up and looked at him, your eyes locking together. You didn’t say anything at first, but eventually, you sighed and a soft, reluctant smile tugged at your lips. 

“I should probably get back,” you whispered.

“Are you sure?” he asked, desperate to stay in your presence for as long as possible. You had entered his life so unexpectedly, and he was wishing with everything in him that you wouldn’t be leaving it anytime soon. “You aren’t going to turn into a pumpkin once the clock strikes midnight, right?” 

You shook your head at his joke, giving him a playful wink in return. “I don’t know. This does feel a bit like a fairytale.” 

Your words made him grow a little more serious, and he swallowed thickly as a charged energy seemed to settle over both of you. You bit your lip as you stared, your gaze wide and saying a million things at once. You had the most expressive eyes he had ever seen. He wanted to look at them forever. 

"You know," he said, his voice lower now, like he was afraid to disrupt the moment by being too loud. He brought a hand up to your face, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.  “This is not how I anticipated my night going.” 

The air between you crackled with unspoken words, his hand still lingering near your cheek. Then, in a move that felt natural and inevitable, he leaned in, and you met him halfway. Your lips touched softly, a spark of electricity passing between you. It was a kiss filled with promise, a taste of what could be. It was as if time stood still, the world around you fading away until it was just the two of you.

When you finally pulled away, both of you were left breathless. Bradley looked at you with a mixture of desire and genuine affection that should have scared him, but it didn’t. 

"Wow," you whispered, your lips curving into a shy smile. He knew exactly what you were feeling with that one word, because he felt it too.

He brushed his nose against yours, breathing you in. “Tell me I can see you again when we get back to DC,” he begged. 

You let your hand rest against his chest, and he was sure you could feel the pounding of his heart. “I was hoping so,” you said, and he breathed out a happy laugh of relief before kissing you again.  

Standing there under the soft glow of the lampposts, Bradley thought he might love you already. 

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[icanseethefuture333]

PAC: How you see your appearance vs how other people percieve your beauty 🤍

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"I see your true colors shining through. . . And that's why I love you 🌈"

Pile 1:

Shufflemancy -

Platform Shoes by Slayyyter

Splish Splash by DreamDoll ft. Cupcakke

Say Yes To Heaven by Lana Del Rey

Ace of Water, The Emperor, & Seven of Water "Illusion"

You are just tooooo cute, Pile 1 💞! Literally the embodiment of sugar, spice, and everything nice. I feel like you are a very cute and adorable person. Your appearance could be feminine and clean. I'm thinking of the pink, coquette aesthetic. I also see glossy lips, nail sets, and long eyelashes (you could wear extensions or need to go get them filled in again). You see yourself as gentle and caring. You may think you are fragile or dainty? Or resemble characters from those 2000s movies or you remind people of a novel love interest. Your style could be either soft, mcbling, or y2k, possibly a mixture of them all. You could use like childhood movies, stuffed animals, or shopping for comfort or as a coping method. There is also something unique about your appearance, perhaps you have beauty mark, freckles, a crooked tooth, round cheeks, etc. You have something that makes you stand out! Which is really cool :D! How people percieve your beauty - they think you are unreal somehow? They think you are like "Hollywood star" beauty. Even though you are not "perfect" it makes you likeable and relatable. For those who have a social media influence or popular regarding to their school, hometown, etc. Some might even wonder if you had plastic surgery done. Also for those wondering if you'd look good with plastic surgery - yes you would! I'm not seeing anything too extreme as regards to plastic surgery but for those who like the "bimbo" look they could totally rock it. Or you are able to transform yourself with makeup. People who identify as more masculine or men find you so attractive. You could be popular amongst mascfems, studs, or men who are comfortable with their masculinity. It's giving "my girl can wear whatever she wants because I know how to fight". For any men reading this 🥰 I feel like people are so in awe or you! Like you would be the prettiest man anyone has ever seen in their life. (Clarified by The Moon. Faking It by Sasha Alex Sloan). Aw you really are a sensitive person deep down, pile 1. I feel like not many get to see you when you are down or know about the late nights you stayed up crying. You may have had your heart broken before or had your heart broken by someone more than once (I'm so sorry :(!). I feel like when you have your moments of depression or feel sadness you feel really self conscious. So you could use makeup as a mask to cover to what you're feeling down. You don't have to fake a smile or portray being happy, baby. Try to practice some self care and focus on your inner beauty when you feel deep down. Spend time with a trusted friend and tell then what's been on your mind. Practicing affirmations and mirror work can also help past wounds. Take care of that precious, tenderheart of yours my little carebear 🐻!

Pile 2:

Shufflemancy -

I Am Who Am (Killin' Time) by Mac Miller ft. Niko Randa

Wake Up by Logic ft. Lucy Rose

Wife You Up by Russ

King of Fire, Adjustment, & The Sun

Pile 2, I feel that you are a natural beauty! You're not one for wearing lots of makeup or styling your hair too much. I see that you just really like to be comfortable. For how you view yourself, you could really like your facial structure :)! Your cheekbones might be defined or you have a nice jawline. On a typical day to day, your everyday style would consist of your hair pulled up into a ponytail or bun, wearing sweats, or a t shirt and jeans. You could also be a hard worker or your job requires you to have shifts early in the morning. For some of you in this pile, you could work in a café and make coffee, tea, boba, smoothies, or anything to do with drinks. People at your job love coming to you because you give great customer service. Also they see you as "girl/boy next door type". A friendly, good citizen. For how others percieve your beauty - they think your features are balanced and harmonious. Perhaps your face is quite symmetrical or your beauty feels familiar. You also have a very radiant smile or your laugh could be unexpected! You are a very bright and charming person ☀️! (Clarified by Four of Earth "Stability". Baby Girl by Chloe x Halle) I feel that you have been putting off a dream or haven't been paying attention to your inner child. pile 2. What have you done for yourself lately? You should take a break and focus on doing some fun activities to take care of your spirit. You are very generous towards others but seem to neglect your own needs sometimes! Try to go for a nice walk or be in nature, it'll do you some good! Also don't be afraid of being silly, you don't have to be so serious all the time. Perhaps doing volunteer work at a children's school or museum could let your playful side come out to play. Your inner child also wants to do some coloring or dancing. For some people in this pile, leap frog could be significant or a favorite childhood game 🐸.

Pile 3:

Shufflemancy -

Stretch You Out by Summer Walker ft. A Boogie Wit da Hoodie

Masquerade by Siouxxie Sixxsta

Test Drive by Ariana Grande

Two of Earth "Change", Nine of Water "Joy", & Nine of Earth "Gain"

This pile is very specific. I'm seeing dark hair, dark eyes, and fair to medium skintones. Your hair could be straight and black or dark brown (some of you have dyed your hair a wine red). Your eyes are almond shaped and your eyebrows are arched. If you identify as feminine, you really give off like 2014 ig baddie vibes, pile 3! Some of you could be black, Hispanic/Latin, or Southeast Asian descent. I'm reminded of those tiktoks of girls doing "chicana" makeup, so that could be how you like to do your makeup. For the fellas, you could have nice eyebrows, and a moustache that compliments your full lips. I feel very strongly that you have Scorpio, Sagittarius, or Virgo in your big 3. For how you view yourself, you don't like to stick with one look, you are always changing up your appearance 😂. I feel like when you are sticking to one thing for too long you're like "ugh I need to dye my hair" or "I need a new tattoo". You always have a different style. You like to switch it up every now and then. For how others see your beauty, they see you as very abundant! You may wear high quality jewelry (diamond earrings, gold necklace, etc.), luxury brands, and expensive shoes (some people here are sneakerheads 👟). They could admire as well that you're generous with your wealth and you could do a lot or provide for your family. (Clarified by Four of Water "Comfort". Again by P-Lo, E-40, & LaRussell). Some of you could like to party?! LMAO. In my card there is otters here and I feel that you have a group of friends that you hang out with on a daily basis. Some of you could like to go out clubbing and enjoy drinking alcohol? 😂 You usually have to be responsible in your family but with your friends you get to be the one who can be reckless instead. There's something about a car so if that doesn't resonate with you, either you or your friend take turns being designated drivers. Be careful when driving, pile 3! Have fun rolling with the homies 🚗

Pile 4:

Shufflemancy -

Unique by Miliyah

Smoke Weed Eat P*ssy by Ängie

Roof by Rico Nasty

Four of Fire "Perfection", Ace of Earth, & Four of Air of "Truce"

Pile 4, you are really confident in yourself! I'm seeing that you don't really care what other thinks about how you look and live to please yourself. Your style could be alternative, you have bangs, and your hair has layers. Perhaps you have a mullet, curtain bangs, or a feathered layers. Some of you have your hair dyed with highlights such as green, blue, blonde, etc. For your makeup, your eyeliner could have a thick wing, or you have a signature smokey eye look. You could also like to have wear faux freckles or you have actual freckles. Your lips could often be seen with black lip liner and a signature cherry red lipstick. You could have piercings, I'm seeing specifically a septum piercing, snake bites, or gauges. There could also be a tattoo on your shoulder, forearm, or back, even possibly a sleeve. There could be Aries, Taurus, or Aquarius in your big 3 as well. You could also be apart of the LGBTQ+ community. How people perceive your beauty is that you have a tough exterior but deep down you are a calm and peaceful person. Which is interesting in comparison to your appearance. Your aura is comforting and nice to be around :D! (Clarified by Six of Fire "Success". Falling for U by Peachy!, MXMTOON) This is so cute 🥺! So there is someone who secretly has a crush on you or you have some secret admirers. Possibly someone in your friend or group you interact with on a daily basis. They are super shy around you and wish they could tell you how pretty/handsome that you are ☺️. If you already know who this is and feel the same way, perhaps encourage them a bit or flirt with them so they could confess their feelings 💞 (*sniffles* I ship 🤧😍)

Pile 5:

Shufflemancy -

Use Your Heart - Interlude by SWV

Love You Down by Ready For The World

Freakend by Megan Thee Stallion

The Empress, Ace of Water, & Temperance

Okay Pile 5, I know this is tired and old but... Mommy? Yes. Mommy? Yes. I cannot 😭 Some of you could give off milf vibes and you know this. You are either mature for your age or this pile is for my ladies in their 30s and up (It's giving "Damn Ms.Parker finer than a motherf*cker, I'd knock the dust OFF that p*ssy!" 😂😂😂). This Pile is very feminine and sensual. Your body could be very curvaceous 😏 body shaped like a figure 8 fr. Your lips could be plump and kissable as well 😚. If you identify as a masculine (either pronouns, style, gender, etc). You are just a very beautiful man. You could possibly get babied by the female figures in your life lol. Perhaps you have older sisters or a lot of women in your family. You just appear as the people would say "written by a woman". You could like to wear long flowy dresses, heels, cardigans, blouses, etc. Some people here could love the 80s/90s aesthetic. I'm visualizing somebody with big fluffy curls. Also you could attract partners who are younger than you or crave someone who is maternal in their life 🥴. (Clarified by The High Priestess. So Much More by Xaiver Omär) For how people perceive your beauty, you are down to earth, and just naturally stunning. You could have a good heart as well and possibly do some sort of service for the community. You could be great with kids or love animals as well. Religion or spirituality is significant in your life. So your devotion to God or your faith in the spiritual realm is admirable. People find you wise and want to gain knowledge from your life lessons. I feel that some of you may worry people only consider you just a pretty face with a nice body but that's far from the truth. The people who do appreciate you think you are so kind and memorable to them. Also if you ever feel insecure or lonely, your spirit guides want you to know how much they love you. So if you ever need someone to comfort you in a time of need, call upon your deities, angels, etc.

Pile 6:

Shufflemancy -

Girls by Kid Cudi ft Too $hort

Single by The Neighbourhood

겨울 탓 (Winter) by SAAY ft. Woo

The Tower, Eight of Earth "Circumspection", & Ace of Air

Trigger warning

This is interesting. So Pile 6, I see that your appearance actually makes you feel stress or turmoil at times. You could be really self conscious about how you look. For some of you, you could have experienced some sort of traumatic event, or had an injury which drastically caused for you to change. For example, you could have burn scars, large bruises, etc. Some other messages coming through that your self image is warped due to experiencing some sort of abuse (either from a partner, bullying at school, etc). I am really sorry for everything you're going 🥺! I wish you healing and hope you can grow to learn to like how you look. Just know that what other people said or done to you is never your fault and just projecting their own self hatred and insecurities onto you. Now to talk about your physical traits that stand out. You have wavy light brown hair, brown to hazel eyes, and textured skin (sun spots, freckles, wrinkles, etc). For how people perceive your beauty, I see you have some supporters who find your story very motivational. People in your family know the hard work and the steps you took in order to survive and they commend you for it. This is a selective message for only of a few of you but your ancestors have been with you since the beginning of your journey. In this card there is a family of elephants, animals who are known to never forget. Your guides want you to remember the people who did you wrong but also learn to not hold grudges because it will hinder your growth. Practicing journaling, shadow work, and using prompts could help improve your self esteem and provide clarity as to why you have such negative thoughts about your appearance. Also maybe asking your loved ones what makes you beautiful could you help a boost of condience. (Clarified by Mother of Earth. Glitch by Buddy ft. Tinashe) I feel as you get older, you are going to appreciate yourself, your life, and the lessons it had for you. I'm even seeing as you age you will look even more beautiful! One day your will develop wrinkles in the corner of your eyes and see gray hairs at your roots but you will find yourself to be happy about it. Gratitude is a big thing here. The reason why it's because you have to think about not many people live a long life so the fact that you will be blessed to do that, is amazing! Also for some of you I could see that you will look into manifestation. Perhaps you will use law of attraction, subliminals, or affirmations to work on your confidence and feeling more beautiful. You will start trusting your intuition and experiencing "glitches" in the matrix. You will see life doesn't have to be so hard or always be difficult, there can be wonderful moments as well.

Pile 7:

Shufflemancy -

January 28th by J. Cole

AMERICAN GURL by Kilo Kish

EARTHA by Jamila Woods

Six of Air "Knowledge", Five of Air "Conflict, & The Hermit (reversed)

Pile 7, I feel that you are just now acknowledging how beautiful you are! Perhaps you went through a period of being a wallflower or were very shy. You are coming out of your shell and taking steps in embracing your beauty :D! Awesome! Your appearance could be very ethereal. I'm getting that you have features that stand out and you are beautiful with an eclectic style. I'm reminded of like a alien or stars in the galaxy (some of you could be interested in starseeds, sci-fi, or conspiracy theories). This message could be only for some but there was either a friend or ex partner that you had in your life that was jealous of you. They would put you down so you wouldn't feel confident in yourself (Yuck! What a hater 🙄). This caused you to feel self conscious and out of place but now you are taking back your power. You are realizing this person was just projecting their own issues onto you. If this person is still in your life, I highly advise that you cut this person off! They don't wish to see you happy or succeed. I am sure you know who this person is as well. (Clarified by The Star. Vamp by Father ft Tommy Genesis) Oh yeah this person is gonna be fucking miserable 😂. You are gonna experience a huge glow up, Pile 7! I feel like this person has been giving you the evil eye and your spirit guides are not playing that shit. They are gonna get what's coming to them for trying to dim your light and sabotage you. The energy vampire will be gone 🧛🏽‍♀️! You are going to be healing your self esteem and from the past wounds people have inflicted onto you. You get to shine bright and be the star that you are my lovely, pile 7 🌠 Congratulations!

Pile 8:

Shufflemancy -

BIBI Vengeance by BIBI

Icy by Kim Petras

Do You? By Troyboi

The Magus, The High Priestess, & Mother of Air

Pile 8, honestly you are cool as fuck 😎! You could be a model or into fashion, if not, you totally should to start pursuing something along those lines of a career because you have such a chic aura! I'm seeing that you could have sleek hair, slanted eyes, and a prominent facial structure. I'm being reminded of models like Sora Choi and Anok Yai. You could have cool toned skin and wear colors that contrast well with your undertones. You have almost like a ice queen/king presence. People could be intimidated by your presence or find you very intriguing. You could have a popular social media presence or would be eventually be big on the internet. I believe you are aware that because of your appearance it could be marketable or know your looks could attract financial wealth. For how others perceive your beauty; They consider you mysterious, smart, and strong. (Clarified by Two of Air "Equilibrium". DICTATOR by REI AMI.) I'm being reminded of Azula from The Avatar: The Last Airbender. She was raised to be a weapon by her father but was just only a teenager. She began to crack under pressure and suffered a mental breakdown in the dual with her brother Zuko and Katara. You could have a duality to yourself. On the outside, you are stoic and regal - but deep down you could be sentimental and nervous. You could be nostalgic about some things in your life and possibly worry about if you are making the right decisions. Some of you could have parents with strong expectations as well. Please don't be so hard on yourself, pile 8! It's okay to make mistakes for that is how we learn. I know it can be scary to be vulnerable but try to let others in and get to know you for the real you. You could have a avoidant attachment and often doubt others when they try to show their love for you. You don't trust many people and either stay alone or only have a few close friends that you adore. I'm seeing also that you are artistic and have a strong work ethic. For some of you, you could have anxiety, which affects your mental health. Try to pick up a hobby to help calm you down or ease those racing thoughts of yours. Being in nature, socializing with animals, or going to a art class could be helpful or significant to some of you.

Pile 9:

Shufflemancy -

Press Your Number by Taemin

Deja Vu by ATEEZ

Pretty by FAKY

Daughter of Fire, Ace of Fire, & Wheel of Fortune

Omg pile 9, you are my hotties 🥵😍!!! You know you're the shit and nobody could tell you different (period!). You really have the mindset of being the "main character" and live life to the fullest. You could have short hair, buzzcut, or part of your head is shaved while the rest of it is long (Word to Doja: "Lost a lil' weight, but I ain't never lost a tushy. Lookin' good, but now my bald head match my 🐱"). You could also have a prominent nose, plump lips, darker skin, piercings (eyebrow, nose, or lip? Possibly all 3!), and a tummy pouch (you could have a belly button piercing too). Some of you could be proud of your booty or like to twerk, don't matter the size 😂. You wear bangles, crystals, waistbeads, and gold hoops. As for your style you dress like it's summer all the time. You could wear tube tops, crop tops, denim shorts/capris, baggy jeans, flip flops, and sneakers. You could get compliments a lot and be told that your style is "fresh". For how people perceive your beauty, they think you are lucky, blessed, and a joy to be around! I'm getting a vision of someone rub their hands 👏🏽. So people want to rub off some of your luck. NSFW but some people want to feel up on you 😂. They think your skin looks radiant and soft or want to touch your curves/muscles. (Clarified by The Sun. Going Off by P-Lo) Idk why I'm hearing "Step outside hoe. Step outside!" 🤣 You are enjoying your freedom and letting loose. You could be the type of person people always see on social media traveling places or partying. If any of you still live with your parents, y'all are stressing your mfin' parents tf OUT 😭💀! You could have to sneak out or lie about where you're going with a cover up outfit just to go places. You get away with a lot though because of how much they love you 😮‍💨 I'm getting some of you could be the youngest child. Your family think you can be a knucklehead but they love your energy and you make them laugh and smile during the hard times. Also this could be a message for a select few but some of y'all need to stop getting into fights or arguments 😭! Please learn to pick and choose your battles lol. Make sure to handle your substances responsibly (Mary Jane by Rick James came on so if you guys like to smoke weed or drink alcohol, be careful of your surroundings 😅!).

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[hotluncheddie]

stop being a goblin and let me kiss you

part 3

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‘ok. ok! you just, you just gotta be cool munson. be casual. chill. just like, vibe, yeah? yeah. no more funny business.’ eddie holds his fists up to himself in the dinky bathroom mirror. a couple of jabs, a quick one two, that’ll clear his head.

clear his head enough to go out and deal with steve fucking harrington again and his stupid stupid face and neck and tongue and like pretty fucking ankle bones. fucker.

see eddies not blind, and he’s not that dumb, he knows he flirts with steve and he knows steve flirts back. he just. cant deal with it just yet. it’s like every time he’s around the guy he blacks out and resurfaces red faced and half hard. but the point at which his vision fades and all hell breaking loose seems to vary so completely that he can’t stop it happening.

their conversations will start normal, a jolly lark, a guffaw here, a story there but then bam! someone said or did something that shifted his functioning brain capacity from 60% on a good day to like -5% and that’s being generous.

he just can’t get his ratty little self to either 1) stop liking steve harrington in a gay, gay, homosexual way. or 2) accept that someone like steve harrington could possibly like aforementioned rat himself eddie munson and actually process his feeling into a reaction that’s more than; red, red, half a boner, sweaty palms, red.

so he took a second to hide in the bathroom. that’s fine, that’s kind even. self care, as robin likes to say when she paints her nails on top of steve’s head when he sits on the computer at work. he likes to make the chair super low because apparently it helps his posture and he need to keep an eye on his posture or else he’ll end up like his great uncle melvin, or something.

self care time is over however because robins knocking on the little bathroom door, hollering about needing to get home to practice for her english presentation tomorrow. so it’s time for eddie to put his big boy pants back on and get in steve’s car.

eddie full body shudders.

‘finish writing you sad boy poems on the stall walls in there? roses are red, violets are blue, i like big dumb jock boys but can’t seem to accept they like me too, even if my very cool very in the know friend robin tells me too. hm?’ robin slings an arm over his shoulder and steers him back to the table.

eddie sniffs, crossing his arms ‘that last bit doesn’t rhyme so, i will be ignoring all of it. F for u buckbey.’

‘not everything has to rhyme perfectly u know. it can still fit together just fine as it is.’ she tugs on one of his curls before slipping back into steve side, finishing off the last of his milkshake and hauling him out of the booth because she ‘has shit to do dingus.’

too smart for her own good that chick. eddie loves her. he’s also going to move away and never talk to her ever again, maybe steal her collection of berets too, become a hat guy, once he reinvents himself. yeah.

steve is putting a few bills on the table, slinging his jacket over his shoulder. ‘just fries tonight ed’s? that makes you kind of a cheap date don’t you think?’ tapping eddie under the chin before following robin to the door, smacking his palm on the frame above on the way out. because of course he does, the neanderthal. all broad shoulders and biceps and ass.

there a second where eddie thinks steve could smack him like that but then he feels his vision spotting. can a guy not catch a break around here? jesus!

the car ride is a blissful reprieve due to cyndi lauper coming on, which had steve and robin performing a duet. which then needed to be tweaked and discussed in detail ready for the next time that specific song came on the radio.

it was honestly nice to watch. eddie had walked to family video that day because his van keeps playing up after it’s stint hidden in the woods. poor girl just needs a day off once in a while so eddie walks and then listens to car duets from two very much none singers. but it nice. makes his heart all yucky and warm.

until robin is leaving. leaving him alone to be a big nerd with a future. leaving him alone to make a fool of himself again. his ego is big and he likes to keep it that way.

‘you coming up here then’ steve shifts slightly, looking as far as he can over his shoulder at eddie huddled behind the drivers seat. ‘no’ he squeaks because last time steve got all up in his face getting his tape box out of the glove compartment. rifling through it while it was on eddies lap. so close eddie could smell the apple from his shampoo and the cigarette they’d shared earlier.

self care.

‘ooh you want the full harington taxi service do you? i see, well then govna, where too is it?’ steve tips his invisible cap and has the most awful cockney accent eddies ever heard, and he did middle school theatre.

‘geeze, just take me home dude.’ eddie shoves through the gap between the seats, landing heavy in the passenger. crossing his arms and trying to hide his smile behind his hair.

‘there he is. out of the shadows.’ steve tucks some of his curls behind his ear. eddie sees the soft smile out of his peripheral. tries to swallow the cotton in his mouth. steve turn back to the road ‘let’s rock ‘n roll’ he revvs the engine, wiggling his eyebrows, before checking his blind spot and pulling away into a cushy 30mph.

eddie looks out the window and hides his grin in his palm.

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part 1 (eddie) part 2 (steve) part 4 (steve) part 5 (eddie) part 6 (steve) part 7 (eddie)

tags! ( ty for asking to be tagged wow so lovely can’t believe it hehe :3c ) (sry if i missed anyone or u didn’t want to be tagged just let me know!)

@bidisastersworld @sadcanadianwinter @mightbeasleep @butterflysandpeppermint @gregre369 @fandomz-brainrot @satan-is-obsessed @resident-gay-bitch @grtwdsmwhr @forsexyscience

#steddie #steve x eddie #my silly silly boys #cocky steve #eddie and robin are besties it’s tru its tru #<3 #hotlunch #my fic #stop being a goblin and let me kiss you

[ilylovelyz]

⍣ ೋ time after time

˚ · . hinata x afab!reader

: ̗̀➛ heartbreak, loosing feelings, one-sided relationship/love, low self esteem/body issues, dubious ending, takes place after the timeskip and towards the end of the manga

࣪𓏲ּ i was listening to curl up & die by matt maltese + time after time by cyndi lauper when writing this

watchin' through windows you're wondering if i'm okay secrets stolen from deep inside the drum beats out of time.

8 years, 11 months, and 7 days.

it's been 8 years, 11 months and 7 days since you accepted the nervous love confession from a short ginger boy back in your second year of highschool.

8 years, 11 months and 7 days, have passed since then. you still can't wrap your head around it, around how much time has passed since then.

8 years, 11 months and 7 days, with this short ginger boy. only, he's not much of a short boy anymore, rather he's grown within the passed time, still not too tall, but he's surely earned his title of a man. spending his years doing hard work and exercise has rewarded him with a well-sculpted body, you can't say the same for you.

8 years, 11 months and 7 days, filled with exploration, experience, and love with this ginger boy. you had practically grown with him into adulthood; the two of you attached to the hip and spending every second together.

8 years, 11 months and 7 days, where the two of you shared many firsts with one another. first date, first boyfriend/girlfriend, first kiss, and first sexual experience. you always look back at those memories with a twinge of redness on your cheeks, cringing cheekily at the way the two of you would be so awkward.

8 years, 11 months and 7 days, of constant questions and slandering on the bond of your relationship with him. you always defended him, and he did so in return. you always brushed of those pesky little, "don't you two get sick of each other?" questions with a smile, watching from afar as you sat alone on a bench while he practiced yet again for volleyball.

8 years, 11 months and 7 days, full of little moments here and there where the two of you would talk about your future, making silly promises and declarations of love to each other. "i wanna be a pro-volleyball player and want you to be there while i am!"

yes, it's been 8 years, 11 months and 7 days. your precious hinata shouyo is on one of the best volleyball teams in brazil, and you are there for him while he practices once more. he dragged you out to the nearest beach at 5am, babbling on about how pretty the sunrise looks, and that he wants you to watch him practice.

8 years, 11 months and 7 days full of watching what seems to be the same scene over and over, where shouyo practices volleyball and looks over at you with a proud smile when he manages to do a good jump. of course, you praise him for his skills, you adore him for it, to be so passionate about his dream.

8 years, 11 months and 7 days of worshipping the ground he walked on. you had nothing but stars and hearts in your eyes for him, wanting nothing more than to attend all of his big events by his side. of course, he worshipped you just as much as you did for him, never failing to kiss the back of your hand for being so supportive of him.

and, it's been, 8 years, 11 months and 7 days. durning those long years, there was a time, when you had nobody but shouyo, there was a time, when you would kill all your friends for him. you're nothing but appreciative of him for being there for you during those times.

but — it's been 8 years, 11 months and 7 days.

your eyes are crinkled up into narrow crescents, but you're not smiling anymore when he makes a good jump. you're sitting alone once more, a little way away from the net, legs pressed up against your chest.

you can't help the fine line your lips make subconsciously, eyebrows slightly furrowed, arms wrapped around your knees defensively despite wearing shouyo's jacket. he said the sunrise would be pretty, but it seems a little too blue and gloom, dark clouds blocking the rising sun.

he looks over at you, yelling out your name after he does what you would usually consider an impressive move, expecting the best reward that is to him — your praise. but you don't.

but.. it's been 8 years, 11 months and 7 days since then, so why are you now feeling nothing, after all these years?

after 8 years, 11 months and 7 days, looking at the way he's looking at you with that warm look in his eyes, is now stinging. after 8 years, 11 months and 7 days, he's the only one for you.

"y/n?" he calls out. his volleyball long forgotten on the soft sand, standing cautiously in place, lips pouting at your silence. but you're not listening, too wrapped up at the fact that is inevitable.

the sand crunches under his bare feet when he's walking towards you, a ginger eyebrow lifting in concern. "are you alright? are you sleepy? cold?" he questions, leaning down and laying a warm hand against the side of your cheek.

8 years, 11 months and 7 days, and his touch is no longer sending goosebumps down your spine.

but he's the only one for you?

he blinks at you a couple of times when you've still yet to respond. "..let's go home, it's cold isn't it?" he mumbles softly, his hand taking yours, feeling a little relieved when you are finally responding to him, albeit you're still not talking and more or less just following him back home.

he talks to you on the way home, his arm wrapped snuggly around your shoulder as he asks you various questions on what you want to do for the upcoming 9th anniversary of your relationship with him.

8 years, and 11 months and 7 days — for the first time, you're not sure if you want to do anything with him for that day. but for the sake of his feelings, you nod along to his ideas after you lack any suggestions of your own. his body jumps up and down at the excitement, his arm never leaving your shoulder.

"wow! 9 years with you~," he happily says, leaning down to practically inhale the side of your cheek and kissing it lovingly.

after 8 years, 11 months and 7 days, you don't know if the two of you will make it to the 9th.

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[harlowtales]

Jack and Y/N have to decide. Guys gaming night? Or Girls night in?

🎮 🧖🏽‍♀️ Part One

18+ Adult Themes - Drama/Language/Sexual

“Are you fucking kidding me? TONIGHT Jackman?” You couldn’t believe Jack forgot it was your girls night in. He invited all his friends over for gaming night…which was every week.

“Sorry baby, but we can both be here just go in the spare room. Aren’t y’all just gone be idk eating and gossiping and watching a movie?” He asked innocently.

You were insulted by Jack reducing bonding with friends you hardly see for “gossip time” compared to friends he works with and sees all the time.

“Excuse me??!” You raised your voice, folded your arms and tapped your foot impatiently staring him down to say what he said again with his whole chest.

“Uhhh did I say something wrong? I literally said we can both be here.” Jack said bewildered.

“Fuck!!” You said exasperated and huffed away. For the rest of the morning and afternoon you were quiet and ignored your boyfriend, slamming cupboards doing every day chores and clearly upset. Jack came up behind you to soften the situation and you wound up accidentally elbowing him in the stomach as you angrily swept the floor.

“Hey ow!” Jack said rubbing his stomach “Can you fucking stop sweeping like you’re ready to snap the broom in half?” He said getting in front of you and easily taking it out of your hands.

“Can you not?” You said folding your arms and storming off to the bedroom. You started undressing to jump in the shower. Jack walked in on you.

“Ok you can’t be naked and angry baby. That’s too much for me right now. It’s way too sexy.” He said

“I don’t give a fuck!” You said taking your hair out. As it cascaded down your shoulders Jack was trying to concentrate on what you were saying. “I never see my friends and you’re with yours ALL THE TIME!!! You asked me to move in with you I do and then the guys are here all the time which they’re like my brothers so whatever but then I never see my friends and when I manage to tear myself away from my world revolving around you and pups I get 21 questions about where I’m going and when will I be back and who all gone be there and oh lemme pick you up or literally sending your friends to be at the same place to “monitor” me it’s so fucking ridiculous and…”

Jack couldn’t let you finish. He was getting so turned on by you yelling at him with no clothes on. He grabbed you and kissed you, immediately running his hands down your back and caressing your behind. When your lips parted you were silent.

“Baby…can you shut up?” Jack said with a grin.

“Y’all come first tonight ok? We’ll make it work.” He said lovingly. “Now go shower before I fuck a better attitude into you. I gotta go help grandpa and my dad with something and I’ll be back and work all this out, but let me remind you I’m not a regular person so nobody around me is a regular person. I’m not apologizing for being protective.”

“Ok but did I need security at my niece’s baby shower?” You said incredulously

“Perhaps that may have slightly been a step too far baby, oh geez look at the time, gotta run!” He said and took off to avoid you questioning his over the top protectiveness.

“You suck Jackman!” You yelled behind him.

“I love you too baby!” He yelled back

“What are we going to do with him?” You said to pups lazing around on the bed. She gave you a genuine look of having no idea.

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[wheels-of-despair]

Can You Feel It? Pairing: Ex!Billy Hargrove x You x Unimportant Jock Event: A Very @corroded-hellfire Valentine's Day Summary: Billy fucked around. Now he's gonna find out. Contains: Heartbreak, spite, sex, Billy Hargrove Is His Own Warning. Song: You Oughta Know by Alanis Morissette Words: 1.4k

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And every time I scratch my nails down someone else's back I hope you feel it Well, can you feel it?

You hate Billy Fucking Hargrove.

You hate his stupid hair and his dumb earring and his loud-ass car and you especially hate the fact that you found him with some skank's tongue down his throat at Tommy Hagan's party last weekend, just hours after he told you that he loved you.

You didn't make a scene. You didn't key his car or slash his tires or even let him know you'd decided to come after all.

You just went home and cried.

You cried until you got angry.

It boiled over Monday morning in the Hawkins High parking lot. You were separated by staff who threatened to call your parents and told you both to stay far away from each other. You were happy to comply. He was as good as dead to you.

For a few days.

The following Thursday in the cafeteria, when he winked at you while that slut sat in his lap, you rose up out of your chair to go murder them both... when Ashley M. stepped into your path and caught you off-guard by shoving a flyer in your hand.

You read it - keg party, this weekend, no parents - and a new plan began to form in your jilted brain.

You went all out. Teased your hair. Applied make-up that would make Cyndi Lauper proud. Wore that top that makes your tits look phenomenal and a tiny skirt that your parents didn't know you owned and the painful shoes that Billy called "Fuck-Me Heels."

Boys were drooling the minute you casually strolled into Ashley M's front door half an hour late.

You located him in seconds. He sat on the kitchen counter, staring. You'll give him something to fucking stare at.

You looked to the right and made eye contact with the first idiot who'd crowded around you, vying for your attention. According to his letterman jacket, his name was Spencer. He'd do.

It was almost too easy. One dazzling smile and a dance with a little too much touching, and he was practically dragging you down the hallway. Easy, Sparky, don't forget who's running this show.

He tries two doors before finding an empty room. A bathroom. Good enough.

He closes the door and locks it and shoves you against the back of it and tries to worm his tongue down your throat. No technique. Not at all like Billy.

Right. Billy. That's why you're here. You palm Sparky's comically small package with one hand and subtly reach behind you to unlock the door with the other. You push the meathead away, approach the sink on the opposite side of the room, and hop on. It faces the door. Perfect. You want to see the look on his face when he inevitably storms in and throws a fit.

Sparky sheds his jacket - stopping to hang it carefully on a towel hook, lest his precious jock gear get a wrinkle in it - and stands between your knees. He leans forward and begins to maul your neck. His hands find your tits and grab at them like it's his very first time. You distract him by peeling his shirt off, "accidentally" tangling it around his head to stall him. When he gets free and tries to resume his frantic fondling, you move his hands to your ass and watch the door boredly.

"You're so hot," Sparky moans, squeezing your ass with both hands. You roll your eyes. Hurry up, Hargrove.

You wait patiently until the bathroom door crashes open. It sends a jolt through your entire body, like you've been struck by lightning. Billy Hargrove stands in the doorway, eyes blazing and shoulders squared. The doorknob left a dent in the wall behind it. What did he do, kick it open? It wasn't locked, you fucking moron.

Sparky turns around at the sound. "Hey man, you mind? We're kinda busy here."

You grab Sparky by his bare shoulders and jerk him back to you. His face collides with the side of your neck, and he resumes his disgusting slurping like Billy isn't standing just a few feet away, ready to kill him. You stare coldly at the asshole in the doorway while you scratch your nails down Sparky's back. A move that was guaranteed to make Billy go feral, every fucking time.

Can you feel that, Hargrove?

"Ow! Shit!"

Sparky backs away from you and your claws, and Billy steps forward to catch him. Billy grabs him by the scruff of the neck and hauls him into the hallway, bouncing his face off the wall a few times before shoving him to the floor.

Now it's your turn.

Billy steps over Sparky's body and into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. He locks it, and before you can marvel at the fact that the lock mechanism still works, he's on you. Hand on your throat. Your head smacks against with the mirror behind you.

"What the fuck was that?"

"What's it to you? You don't want me anymore, remember?"

Fire blazes in his eyes, and his grip tightens.

You stare calmly into his furious face.

Why the fuck did you miss him? He made you mad almost every day. You fought all the time. He was moody, and difficult, and snarky, and let's not forget the fact that he's a liar and a cheater and an all-around dickhead who broke your fucking heart.

You'd give anything for him to love you the way you love him.

In the blink of an eye, Billy's hand moves from your throat to the back of your neck, and his mouth is on yours. Your brain quiets, and your body buzzes, and being close to him is the only thing that matters.

His massive hands drift down to your breasts, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure. You moan into his mouth, and his hands keep traveling south. You open your legs for him, and he doesn't waste any time slipping under your skirt and past your barely-there panties and dipping a finger into your center.

Feeling how wet you are brings him back to the reality of the situation. He extracts his hand, wipes it on your thigh, and glares.

"That douchebag get you this worked up?"

"That limp-dicked dumbass couldn't work a calculator."

Billy snorts, and you smile. God, you missed this.

"Who'd you wear those Fuck Me Heels for, then?"

"Who do you think, asshole?"

He smirks in a way that makes you want to smack it off his face. Instead, you hook your leg around him and pull him closer. Billy grabs your ass and jerks you to the edge of the counter, so you can feel his stiff member pressing into your heat. You need him so fucking bad.

His assault on your mouth begins again, and you wrap your arms around him and cling to his back. He rocks into you, and the friction from his jeans is almost enough to finish you off.

"Billy," you breathe. "Need you."

"I should make you beg," he taunts, slowly dragging the double-stitched denim of his fly upward and surprising you with a sudden jerk of his hips. You claw at his jacket and puff out a breath of air. You're not fucking begging. You try to grind your hips against him, but he reaches down to hold them still. You respond by lurching forward and biting his neck.

Billy responds with a slap to your ass. He pulls back, and you glare up at him, chest heaving. You're not fucking begging.

"Fuck it," he grumbles, reaching for his belt buckle. He unbuckles unzips, and slams into you in seconds.

Fuck, you missed this.

Billy begins to thrust hard and fast, eyes on yours. When you begin to approach your peak, you close your eyes and lean your head back. He grabs your jaw and makes you look at him. He wants to watch it happen. He needs to see what he does to you.

You come together, with grunts and moans, collapsing against each other in a panting heap. You fall back against the mirror, and he leans with you. His head rests on your shoulder. Breathing ragged. Bones weak. Brains foggy. Nobody makes you fall apart like he does.

"I love you," is what you want to tell him.

"I know," is probably what he would say before he smirked his dumb little smirk and zipped up those tight jeans that fit him just right and left your stupid ass in a puddle of your own tears again.

You wish you could hate Billy Fucking Hargrove.

#writings of despair #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove x reader #corroded-hellfire's valentine's day playlist #alanis i'm sorry i love him :'(

[tastefulstars]

He's With The Band

You intimidate Steve a little but that doesn't stop him from wanting you.

steve harrington x f!reader (best friend!eddie x reader)

warnings: 18+ only mdni. eddie tries to be a good wingman but doesn't really manage it. r thinks she's too out there for steve and steve thinks r and eddie are together. unprotected sex. car sex. dirty talk. oral (f receiving). floor sex. switch steve i guess (more sub steve than anything). not proof read.

w/c: 4.4k

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You were excited, nerves fluttering in your stomach. Anxiety always ate at you before a show, no matter how much you enjoyed yourself. Putting the finishing touches on your makeup, you give yourself a once over in the mirror and grin. Your tartan print pants fit your legs and ass beautifully, chains hanging and tinkling as you walk, and your shirt was ripped and faded and you knew that everyone would probably get a glimpse of your cleavage at some point.

You look good.

Your friends and band-mates, Alex, Sean and Tony, call out for you and you rush over to them. You wrap your arms around them, creating a little huddle and you bounce on your toes.

“I’m so ready!” You cheer, “Are you ready?”

“Fuck yeah!”

“Let’s fuckin’ go, baby!”

"I was born ready" Sean laughs, accented voice filling the space.

You laugh and as you all hype each other up, giving each other a gentle squeeze before breaking away. You grab your guitar and walk onstage.

You step up to the microphone, take a deep breath and pluck the opening notes to your first song of the night.

You belt out songs, loosing yourself in the moment and by the end of your set, you're covered in sweat and breathing hard. You always loved the thrill of it, riding the high long after you'd left the stage.

All you wanted to do was have a couple drinks and relax but you also didn't want to leave the boys to have to pack up your equipment. Your arms ached as you lugged the guitar cases to the van, you groan as you place them inside.

You hear loud laughter and you grin.

"Hey, I'll be back in a tick" You tell Alex and he waves you away dismissively, rolling his eyes.

You almost run towards the laugh, beaming.

"Hugs incoming!" You laugh and launch yourself at Eddie.

He opens his arms and catches you, spinning you around squeezing you tight. You hold onto his shoulders as he places you back onto your feet.

"I didn't think you were coming tonight"

"Don't be silly" He laughs, "I'll always come to your shows. I even managed to drag my friends along"

He gestures to the people lingering around him, watching you both curiously. You turn slightly, wrapping your arm around Eddie's waist as you beam at them and wave.

"Ah, thanks for coming"

"Not gonna lie, half of them only came because I told them that there was a girl fronting a rock band" Eddie teases and you roll your eyes.

"This is Robin, Nancy, Steve" Eddie gestures to each of them as he introduces them, "Erica, Dustin, Max, Lucas, Will, El and Mike"

"You guys were awesome" Dustin says.

"You, um, really put on a show" Nancy says, and you laugh.

"Ahh, I know our music isn't for everyone. Did you have a good time, though?"

"Oh absolutely" She says, nodding her head.

"I didn't think that I would enjoy it, to be honest" Robin starts, "But it's kind of refreshing to see a woman fronting the kind of music Eddie listens to"

Eddie snorts at her comment and rolls his eyes, leaning down he loudly whispers to you.

"Robin thinks it's just noise, not real music like Cyndi Lauper"

You laugh loudly at the disgust in his voice and you see her flush with embarrassment, you shoot her a soft smile to let her know you don't mean any harm.

You laugh as they chat, cuddling into Eddie and enjoying his and his friend's company. You glance over at Steve a few times and see him quickly look away each time you catch his eye. You can't help yourself, dragging your gaze over him, enjoying his soft eyes and fluffy hair.

"Hey Egg!" You hear Tony shout from the van, "Quit slackin' off and come help us!"

You groan and hug Eddie harder, burying your face into his chest and he laughs as you cling to him.

"No!" You shout back, your voice muffled by Eddie's shirt. You feel his chest shake with laughter.

"Go on" He says, "I'll hang out for a bit and we can catch up after"

You pull away, pointing at him sternly.

"Don't go anywhere"

You say as you start to walk backwards before you turn around and head back to the van, continuing to help load the equipment into the van. You glance over every few minutes to check Eddie and his group were still there.

Once you slide the van shut, you immediately start walking back to Eddie. Alex, Tony and Sean following behind you. Eddie smiles at you and you slot yourself back into his side, his arm resting around your shoulders.

"Hey man" He greets your band-mates, "Good show tonight"

"Thanks Eddie" Sean says.

You tune out a lot of the conversation, eyes drifting back to Steve every few moments. You turn slightly, squeezing Eddie and peering up at him as he looks over to you.

"Yes?" He raises his eyebrow and you purse your lips.

"Is, um" You lean in closer and whisper, face flushing, "Is Steve like, seeing anyone?"

A big smile slowly spreads over Eddie's face and he wiggles his eyebrows, making you groan and scrunch your face up.

"Forget it" You pout and he shakes his head, stepping away from the group and pulling you along with him.

"We'll be back in a second" He throws over his shoulder.

Eddie leads you to his van, offering you a smoke. You lean against the side of the van as you light it, side flush with his.

"From what I know, Steve's not dating and not wanting to get involved with anyone" He tells you as you inhale the cigarette, you pass it to him.

"Why do you wanna know?" He asks and your stomach flips.

"Um. I, I dunno- guess I wanted to know if I had a shot"

"Hmm. Look - to be completely honest with you and I'm not saying this to hurt you or anything okay? But I don't think I've ever seen Steve with anyone who isn't the Good Girl Next Door cookie cutter type. Go for it though honey, if you don't at least ask him you'll never know"

Something curls deep in your stomach and you sigh, knowing that a lot of people had passed on you because of the way you dress, your way of life, your Take No Shit attitude.

It wasn't the first time you'd been told something along the lines of 'if only you weren't... like that".

"Thanks Eds, I guess one day I'll find someone who likes me for me"

You laugh awkwardly as the two of you pass the cigarette between each other.

"What are you talkin' about, I'm right here" Eddie says hands flapping around himself and you laugh, rolling your eyes.

"You know what I mean" You groan.

"Ahh, like someone who wants to get all up inside you?" He laughs and you shove him.

"We could never work" He sighs dramatically, "We'd be too powerful"

"You mean we'd crash and burn real quick" You tease.

It's not like you hadn't thought about it but you just couldn't see Eddie as someone you wanted in that way. You wanted him to be in your life, be in his life for as long as you could. He was one of your soulmates, your closest friend and someone you could count on for anything, but it was all platonic.

You chew on your lower lip, you sigh and push off the van.

"Better get goin'" You mumble, holding your hand out and wrap your hand around his.

You can't help but feel a little disappointed and you know your smile fell a little short when you reached the group. Tony raises his eyebrow at you and you scrunch your nose slightly.

"Well, it's been great meeting you all but we should probably head off" Tony says.

You say your goodbyes to Eddie's friends, disappointment filling your throat as you reach Steve. You give Eddie another big hug, pressing a quick kiss on his cheek.

"See ya around, baby doll"

Eddie's loud, bark of laughter follows you to Alex's van. You climb in the front, glancing over to Sean and Tony squished in the back amongst all the gear.

"You okay, Egg?" Tony asks, "You looked a little upset when you and Eddie got back"

"Yeah" You sigh, looking out the window as Alex starts the drive to his home, "Just sucks hearing that someone wouldn't give you a chance 'cause of the way you dress"

"So which one of Eddie's friends do you fancy, then?" Sean asks and you groan, hating how well the boys knew you.

"Not telling" You pout, not wanting to give them any more ammunition to tease you.

"I bet it was the girl, Robin was it?" Alex muses.

"Nah, it was totally Nancy" Tony shoots back.

"You lot are mad" Sean laughs, "She was clearly checking out Steve the entire time"

You huff, crossing your arms over your stomach and turn to face the window much to their amusement.

You hate that you can't get him out of your head. Images of his warm eyes and his kissable lips and his fluffy hair flash behind your closed eyes, driving you insane with want.

You're so worked up that you get yourself off multiple times over the weeks to fantasies involving Steve. You imagine him fucking you hard and fast in the dirty bathroom of the club, imagine sliding your way down his body and sucking him down your throat and listening to the noises he makes, imagine him pressing you against the door of a dressing room and burying his fingers inside you.

You let your fantasies run wild and you almost hate yourself for it and it certainly didn't help that you see Steve everywhere. Heading to work? Steve's running past. Pushing your cart at the grocery store? Steve's coming around the corner. You're dropping off some equipment Eddie asked to borrow? Steve's spread out on his couch.

There's a Corroded Coffin show tonight and you decide to dress your best, let loose and maybe go home with a a cutie. You feel great - black band shirt loose around your torso paired with a short black skirt and your leather jacket. You pull on long boots that sit an inch or so over your thighs, teasing a flash of skin between them and your skirt.

You take your time styling your hair and doing your makeup and you carefully slide rings onto your fingers. You looked sexy and felt it.

You didn't expect to see Steve there, wearing tight jeans and a loose shirt that had the sleeves torn off. You got an eyeful of his strong arms and chest, your mouth floods with saliva and your cunt gushes, clenching around nothing and you ache.

"Hey!" He smiles warmly at you when he spots you, speaking loudly and leaning close so you can hear him over the music, "Eddie will be glad you're here"

He stays close to you throughout the set, making your skin burn. You try to ignore it but your eyes dart to him every few minutes and you don't know if you want to throw yourself into the crowd and loose yourself in the music or grab Steve and plant a desperate kiss on his lips.

The show wraps up all too soon and you find yourself leaning against a table, Steve next to you. The two of you sip on your drinks while you wait for Eddie to pack away the gear and the people to slowly leave.

"Eds always puts on a great show" You say into your glass, eyes flicking to Steve.

"Yeah" Steve says, turning to face you, "Never thought I'd like it so much but I do"

"Not a big metal head, huh?"

Steve laughs and shakes his head, he lifts his glass and your eyes fall to his fingers. You swallow hard and force yourself to look away, to not watch as he presses his lips against the rim.

You squirm and press your thighs tightly together, feeling the wet slickness soaking your undies. You almost whine when his tongue darts out and licks at his lips.

"There you two are"

Eddie stands between you and Steve, forcing his way into the small space and throws his arms over both your shoulders. You groan and push away from him.

"Fuck off, Ed" You say as you shove at his arm, "You're so fuckin' sweaty"

"Oh" He lets go of you to press his hand against his chest, "You don't like my sweaty musk?"

He stares at you with wide eyes and you screw your face up.

"No"

"I'm hurt"

"Good" You shoot back and he drops his arm, laughing.

Steve's glancing between the two of you like he's trying to work something out.

"You want a drink?" You ask Eddie.

"Please"

He smiles at you and you move to the bar.

There's still a number of people milling about and it takes you a little longer to get the attention of the bartender than usual. You carefully carry Eddie's drink back to the table and see him deep in conversation with Steve.

Eddie glances at you as you approach and beams, thanking you as you place the drink in front of him. You feel a little awkward, like you're intruding and focus on drinking and people watching while they talk.

"Right" Eddie says loudly, startling you, "I'm going to mingle with my adoring fans"

You snort at him and he gives you both a look. Steve rubs the back of his neck, eyes darting around the room.

"So, um- ah, how long have you been in your band?"

"Oh, a couple years now. Met Eds not too long after at a gig"

"That's cool" He says.

"How 'bout you? How'd you and Eddie meet?"

"We, um, met at school - Dustin, Lucas and Mike were all in a club Eddie ran"

"The Hellfire club?" You laugh and Steve nods.

"Yeah, he tell you about it?"

"Mhm, heard all about the campaigns and everything"

Steve looks over to you, laughing and eyes sparkling in the low light and you feel your heart flutter. You bite your lower lip and Steve's eyes drop to your mouth, he swallows hard.

Hope blooms in your chest and you slide a little closer to Steve, you don't miss the way he shifts nervously.

"How, how long you and Eddie been together then?" His voice is rough and he's staring at the people dancing.

"What?"

He glances at you and sighs.

"Aren't you and Eddie, like, dating?"

"God no" You say as you pull a face, "Don't get me wrong, I love him but no"

Steve's eyes go a little wide and his lips part, he breathes a soft 'oh' and you shake your head. You lean in closer and don't miss the way he flushes.

"Tell you the truth?" You murmur, "Eddie isn't my type"

"No?" He breathes, eyes flicking between yours and your lips.

"No. I like soft, pretty boys with warm brown eyes"

Your stomach flutters painfully as you watch the flush spread over his cheeks and the bridge of his nose.

"You, uh - um" He stutters , "The night we met, at your show. You, you looked like you could beat the shit out of me and um, turns out I'm really into that"

You let out a giddy laugh.

"I think I could take you"

Steve licks his lips, eyes dragging up to yours. His pupils are blown out and he looks so, so hot.

"Yeah?" He breathes and you nod slightly.

"Mmm you want me to manhandle you a bit, huh?"

You love the way his face slackens and lips part, his eyebrows pull together slightly and you want to just press him against the table and lick your way up his neck. Steve flushes deeper.

"Maybe"

You shift, pressing into his space and bury your fingers in his hair. You hesitate, glancing at his lips before looking him in the eyes. Steve doesn't make you wait, hands wrapping around you and pulling you flush against him as he presses his lips against yours.

Steve pulls back slightly, far enough that you both can gasp for air before you lick at his lip. Steve whines softly against your mouth and you feel your insides shake.

The noise of the bar disappears as Steve holds you, his lips against yours.

You're not sure how long the two of you stand there, clinging to each other and making out but you start feeling like your nerves are exposed. Raw need eats at you and you're aching so badly, your cunt hurts.

You think you might go insane if he doesn't touch you soon.

"Steve" Your voice is shaky, "If we don't go somewhere else right now, I'm gonna cry"

"We don't want that"

He teases you as his strong hands grip your hips and gently tug you towards the door as he walks backwards.

You think you hear Eddies voice saying 'fuckin' finally' but you're too focused on Steve to pay much attention to it.

You press Steve against the side of his car, fingers winding around his hair and pressing a fiery, desperate kiss against his lips. You slide one of your legs in between his and grind down on his thigh. He groans softly and grips you so tightly, you think you might just melt into him.

"Fucking hell" Steve groans, throwing his head back and rocking against you.

You pant as you feel his cock hardening and you whine a little, feeling every thick inch of him pressed against you. You shove your hand between you and grip him through his jeans, Steve shudders and thrusts sharply against your palm.

You suck at his neck and curl your fingers, pressing firmly.

"Baby, we should. We should, go" You murmur as you lick his skin.

He fumbles and pulls his keys out of his back pocket and you peel yourself away from him. Steve clumsily unlocks his door and you climb into his car. Your hands don't leave him, you paw at his thighs and rub his chest as he drives.

"You takin' me home?" You purr and Steve clenches his jaw and his knuckles go white as he grips the wheel.

He grunts and pulls off, coming to a stop on the side of a quiet road. He pushes at you as he climbs into the backseat and you almost throw yourself over the seat.

You climb onto his lap and slam your lips onto his, Steve's hands gripping hard on your hips and pulling you down onto him. You bury your fingers in his hair and reach down between you, unzipping his jeans and tugging his cock out.

"Fuck, Steve" You whine as you stroke him, "Need you inside me"

Steve whimpers softly and you pull your undies aside, lowering yourself down on him. You moan loudly as his cock stretches you, the pleasurable burn as you sink down overcoming your senses.

"God you're so fucking wet" Steve moans, head tilting back and thumping against the headrest.

You lift yourself and slam yourself back down, riding him in a steady rhythm. Steve holds you and rocks up to meet you. The only noises filling the car are your combined heavy breathing, moans and the squelching of your cunt.

You chant his name as you work yourself on his cock, moaning and whispering into Steve's mouth.

"You feel so good, so big. Wanna come all over your huge cock, baby"

Steve presses his fingers between you, circling at your clit and you whine.

"You gonna come with me?" You breathe against Steve's lips, sharing air.

"Yeah, yeah" Steve whines, "'m close. You're so tight"

You both move faster, harder. Focusing on reaching your climaxes.

"Oh, god" You moan, "Don't stop, ah fuck, Steve"

"I'm gonna-" Steve grunts and you cry out as your own release slams into you.

Fire burns under your skin and you shake, pure pleasure coursing through your veins. You clench and flutter around Steve, milking his cock and making him groan.

You mouth at Steve's neck and sigh softly as he holds you tight against him.

"God damn" He breathes and you chuckle, pulling back and cupping his cheek. You kiss him softly.

"Better still be taking me home"

Steve laughs and pepper kisses over your face.

"As soon as you hop off me, gorgeous"

You pout and raise yourself, whining as Steve's cock slides out of you along with his fluid. You push your undies back into place to catch it all and climb off Steve, pushing the door open and stumbling out on shaky legs.

Steve follows you and you both fall back into the front of the car, Steve lets a small noise as he pulls back onto the road, speeding his way to his home while you whisper the filthy things you want to do to him.

The both of you practically fall out of the car, tripping over yourselves in your rush to get inside.

Steve presses you against the door as soon as you step inside, kissing you. His hands wander over your body, slipping under your shirt and gripping at your skin.

You hum and tip your head back, leaning heavily against the door. Steve kisses his way down your throat before dropping to his knees, pressing your legs apart.

He runs his palms up your boots, traveling up your thighs and pushing your skirt up until it bunches up around your waist. You peer down at him and moan as he stares up at you from under his lashes, face slack with desire.

He hooks his fingers into the waistband of your undies and pulls them down, letting them drop down your legs before he presses his mouth against your cunt.

Your eyes flutter closed and you bury your hands in his hair, pressing him firmly against you. Steve moans as he licks his way into your folds, his thumb sliding over until he can press it against your clit.

You shift, raising a leg to hook over his shoulder. You whine as he tilts his head in order to press his tongue into your entrance, pushing it as far as he could.

"Fuck, Steve" You moan, rocking your hips up into his mouth, "You- ahh, you're so good"

Your praise spurs him on, making him press himself harder against you and devour your cunt faster.

"So good to me" You whine, fingers digging into his scalp and tugging on his silky hair, "Gonna make me come again"

You feel his moan vibrate through you and you shake, core tensing and you can feel it building. Moans slip past your lips as Steve almost desperately eats you out, nipping and licking and sucking at your cunt until you can't take it anymore.

"Ohh, Steve"

You shake against him, vision blacking out and stars bursting behind your closed eyelids. Your knee buckles and Steve carefully lowers you down until you're pressed between the door and him. You pant harshly and tug at him, slamming your mouth against his and licking your own juices from his lips and chin.

The kiss turns filthy quickly and you pull away, tearing his shirt off his body before you pull your jacket and shirt off. Steve's hands immediately go to your torso, feeling your skin and palming at your tits.

"You're so fucking pretty" He whines, "Wanna fuck you"

"You can fuck me, baby"

You sigh, trailing your fingers down his torso and hooking your fingers into his jeans, popping the button and slowly dragging the zipper down.

"You gonna fuck me here on the floor?"

He turns you, laying you down on your back as he slides your boots off your legs before pulls your skirt off. He kisses his way up your stomach until he reaches your lips.

"You want me to fuck you on the floor"

You bite your lip and flush.

"Yeah" You whine, "Come on, baby doll. Fuck me like you mean it"

He drops his head and groans, furiously shoving his jeans down his hips. He kicks them off his legs and grabs your hips, pulling you close to him and wastes no time pressing into your soaking cunt.

Your back arches and you moan softly, wrapping your legs tightly around his waist and clinging to him.

Steve fucks you hard and rough, focused entirely on his own pleasure and you feel a thrill go through you at the idea of being used. Steve's groans and grunts fill the space as he thrusts into you. The push pull of Steve's thick cock fills you with ecstasy and you revel in it.

"You're so fucking tight" He groans into your ear, "So perfect for me"

You feel your cunt gush around Steve's cock at his words and you dig your nails into the soft flesh of his back.

"Ah fuck" Steve's soft groans, "God, so perfect. Perfect pussy"

Steve's babbling mindlessly as he rocks into you, spearing his cock deep inside you and making you squirm under him.

You pry your eyes open and gaze at Steve - his eyebrows drawn up in pleasure, lips parted and face flushed. You clench down on him and watch as his face contorts in pleasure.

"Come on, baby" You breathe, "Come on"

Your encouragement is all it takes for Steve's hips to stutter, slowing until he's gently rocking himself through his orgasm.

He collapses on top of you, his face buried in your shoulder and you feel his panting breath against your hot skin. You hold him close and stroke his back and his hair.

"Good, honey?"

"Mmm"

He shifts and leans over you, gazing at you sweetly before leaning down to press his lips against yours. He rocks against you softly and you whine.

"Want you to fuck me until the only thing I remember is your name"

#steve harrington imagine #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve stranger things #steve harrington #stranger things x you #stranger things smut #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #i:my writing

[satureja13]

They all have a lot to deal with. None of them feels really comfortable around Kiyoshi now that he's a diety and they know the truth about him and Jack and the Lab... But Jeb won't let him down. He's his best and oldest friend. So they start their morning with jogging to get their heads clear.

When they returned, Jeb showed Kiyoshi his room. There are still 3 free rooms left at the Crappy Home but Kiyoshi chose the smallest one... Jeb: "Are you sure?" Kiyoshi: "Yes, that's enough for me. I don't need that much anymore after all those years in the tree."

Kiyoshi only wanted the sleepping bag but Jeb insisted to decorate a bit. He also put the box with Kiyoshi's belongings here. And the dagger Jack made at the Artisan's Yard on Winterfest.

Jeb: "You share the bath with Saiwa and Jack but the rooftop is all yours." Kiyoshi: "Jeb - I don't deserve this after all the trouble I caused you." Jeb: "Please use it. We all need to heal and get over with what happened. Practice yoga and meditate here, hm?"

Jeb: "We take Other Jeb's message very serious. Saiwa might get hurt and we need to do anything to avoid this. This means you'll have to stay with us and you can't go back into the tree. Should you feel the urge to do this, tell me. I need you to promise me this, Kiyoshi." Kiyoshi: "I promise. I won't cause furter harm to any of you." They saw Ji Ho and Jack doing their practice to ease Jack's pain. Kiyoshi: "This rash and Jack's pain..." Jeb: "Yes. It's because he left you - his fated mate." Kiyoshi teared up. It's so hard for him to see Jack suffer - because of him: "Do you think..." Jeb: "Let him heal. It's not the time to try to get back together - if ever. Even if this would stop his pain. He went through a lot to get over you."

Jack noticed Ji Ho's restlessness: "Ji Ho..." Ji Ho: "Hm?" Jack: "You have a deeper connection to the Bond than Vlad, right?" Ji Ho: "Uhm - yes?" Jack: "And you feel the needs of the bond earlier and it affects you stronger, right?" Ji Ho: "Yes." Jack: "And you know that Vlad does not want you to suffer, hm? When you feel the Bond is hungry - don't hesitate. Just go over to him. There's no need to wait. It only makes it worse. You know that, do you?" Ji Ho: "I know..." Jack: "I will help you getting more comfortable around him. As soon as we settled in with Kiyoshi, we are going to have a date again, ok?" Ji Ho: "Ok ^^'"

And, as always...

Poor Vlad. He knows all this but he would never cross the line and touch Ji Ho on his own initiative. Never.

Lying in my bed, I hear the clock tick and think of you Caught up in circles confusion is nothing new Flashback, warm nights almost left behind Suitcase of memories - Time after

Sometimes you picture me I'm walking too far ahead You're calling to me, I can't hear what you've said Then you say, "go slow" and I fall behind The second hand unwinds

If you're lost you can look and you will find me Time after time If you fall, I will catch you, I'll be waiting Time after time If you're lost, you can look and you will find me Time after time If you fall, I will catch you, I will be waiting Time after time

After my picture fades and darkness has turned to gray Watching through windows you're wondering if I'm okay Secrets stolen from deep inside and the drum beats out of time

I've got a suitcase of memories that I almost left behind Time after time Time, time, time But you say to go slow but I fall behind

Time after Time - Cyndi Lauper (one of the most beautiful songs I've ever heard. I love Cyndi Lauper a lot and the MV is great too. A lot of her MVs have recurring characters and they are so well done <3)

From the Beginning  ~  Underwater Love ~  Latest 🛺 'Home happy Home' from the beginning ▶️ here 📚 Previous Chapters: 🛺 'Home crappy Home' from the beginning ▶️ here 🌴 'The Expedition' from the beginning ▶️ here 🎤 'Putting the Boys Back together' from the beginning ▶️ here 🥀 'Disbandment of the Group' from the beginning ▶️ here

#home happy home #sims 4 story #simlit #sims 4 #ts4 story #ts4 #simblr #jeb harris #tomarang #underwater love #sims 4 vanilla #The Crappy Home #the sims 4 for rent #sims 4 for rent #for rent #jack callahan #vladimir tepesz #saiwa #giga byte #kiyoshi ito #woo ji ho #jeb jogging #vlad overhearing

[thelampisaflashlight]

The ghouls, but it's how I currently headcanon their personalities. Below the cut.

Aether: Overall, he's a giant goofball and loves a good night out with friends.

People tend to assign him a very "fatherly" role due to his appearance and his tendency to take care of his friends in little ways, but he certainly doesn't see that as strictly something a father, or any sort of guardian, would do.

Friends can take care of their friends and not be their parent!

That being said, if someone called him the "mom friend" he would wear it as a badge of honor, because that means his friends trust him.

Dewdrop: Comes off as a bit of a grump, though in an endearing sort of way.

Despite putting up a wall in front of others, when he's with his friends, he smiles easily and more often than he realizes. Very expressive when he's not trying to hide his emotions, and is known to be a bit of a crier when he's happy.

He's very used to people judging him based off of his appearance, for better or worse, so instead of dwelling on what others might think, he just does whatever he pleases.

Short hair, long hair, skirts, pants, dresses... The world is his oyster and he's here to tell people to "shuck" it.

Cumulus: Very independent and knows what she wants in life, actually getting it is another matter entirely.

She has a lot of interests and hobbies that she doesn't talk about a lot, because 1.) She's afraid people will judge her for them, and 2.) Sometimes enjoying something alone is the best way to experience it.

Due her her looks, she often finds herself being burdened with the problems of strangers who see her as easy to talk to/approachable, but this has lead to her learning a lot of... unfortunate/uncomfortable things about people she either just met or barely knows at all.

Although she's always happy to provide a listening ear to a person in need, she'd really rather just be able to eat her lunch in peace, thank you very much.

Sunshine: As curious and creative as the day is long.

She's always working on something new, be it music, art, or some other sort of craft, she's always got something in her hands... because, truthfully, she wouldn't know what to do with herself otherwise.

A very active, social creature, who feels the most alive around others, and when she's not? Well, that's why she has all those hobbies to keep her busy!

She has some self worth issues, and, if left alone for too long, will question whether or not she has value when she's not entertaining others.

A classic case of "Please check in on your funny friends." if there ever was one.

Swiss: Like if the weird uncle met another weird uncle and they got together and had a baby.

He's a charismatic sort who could light up a room with his smile alone... if only because they're so shiny. He's strange in cryptid sort of way, and, worse yet, he knows it.

Bold and adventurous, he's the sort that loves to take the lead, not for the fame or the glory, no. It's more so because he lives life by the rules of that one Cyndi Lauper song.

Ghouls just want to have fun, ya know?

However, in spite of this, he's not an extrovert. If anything, he's an introvert that's a bit too good at masking how much he's rather be at home right now. Ehn. C'est la vie.

Rain: Quiet, but not shy, no, and many a person has learned that the hard way.

Very fond of presenting himself as a demure, delicate gentlemanly sort, but he very much knows what he's doing when he's looking at you through his eyelashes and playing coy.

Still, there are times when his softer side is genuine, but that version of himself, the one that snorts when he laughs and gives the biggest, brightest smiles, is reserved for his friends.

He needs a lot of alone time, and it's clear when he hasn't gotten nearly enough.

When he's overwhelmed, he can be a bit abrasive, but he's always very open about when he's having a bad day or needs his space, so there's that at least.

Cirrus: The friend you go to when you've done something you don't want anyone else to know about, that helps you without asking too many questions.

The true ride or die.

A very blunt person who tells it like it is and doesn't sugarcoat things, even if a bit more tact would be appreciated.

She has a very broad sense of humor, and laughs easily at even the simplest of jokes, but, hey, farts are funny, okay?

Tends to be a bit bad at physically comforting others, and isn't sure how to initiate hugs.

Mountain: A lot of people see him as the calm, tranquil one, but he's also incredibly stubborn and uses beating the shit out of his drums as a healthy means of dealing with years of pent up frustrations and anger.

That's not to say he's always angry, but he does have a temper, and while he manages it well, he has been known to snap when pushed too far.

Very particular about who can be around him when he's having "quiet time" as some people have very different ideas of what that means.

Secretly thrives in chaos, and, because of this, is the perfect person to ask for help when shit has hit the fan.

Needs a nap, like, yesterday.

Aeon: Bright eyed and bushy tailed, and oh so ready to tear some shit up! But, also, like, only if that's okay? Please tell him it's okay.

No, really, he needs to be explicitly told he's allowed to do it.

He's confident in his skills as a musician, and he's not too worried about how he fits into the band, but socially? To be honest, he's not sure if he's doing anything right.

Has a bit of, "HEY, MOM! MOM! LOOK WHAT I'M DOING!" energy, but that's to be expected.

Not really a personality trait, but he can't say the word "macaroni" right.

Aurora: Like if the playlist you made when you were fourteen came back to haunt you as an adult, but in a good way?

She's so full of confidence and wonder, it's hard to believe that she can be so happy with everything going on in the world.

"Never a bad day." she'll say, even if the rain ruined her picnic, or someone's been mean to her.

Never a bad day.

Someone should really tell her it's okay to admit when something is wrong before squashing it all down causes her to break.

#lamp rambles #shitghosting #nameless ghouls #ghost band #the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost band headcanons #nameless ghoul headcanons

[glamour-witch-bitch]

5 Things I wished I knew as A Beginner Witch (Reflecting on 5 years of being a Witch)

Hey y’all! Welcome to the Glamour Witch Bitch blog. Today I was doing a bit of reflection in my now 5ish of being a Witch. So I thought, why not share some things I wish I knew as a beginner. So here we are, stay tuned.

1. Discernment.

Yes, I admittedly started to want to become a witch and began learning from admittedly tumblrblogs and witch tok. While there is a lot of amazing creators who have good intentions, it’s always imperative to do your own research. Some books I’ve read that I’ve found very helpful so far is Entering Hecates Garden by Cyndi Brannan, Cunningham’s Encyclopedia of Magical Herbals, The Green Witch’s Herbal Coloring Book, and Spellbound by Chaweon Koo. Some useful online resources that I like are Witchipedia.

2. Consistency

Doing one small thing magically consistently such as mirror work, money/prosperity bowls, manifestation (if you count that as magic) or a daily incense blend or herbal tea blend with intention, is much more powerful than one really large spell like once a in a while. It might even add more oomph to when to do you very large and heavy spells.

3. Shadow Work is SO Important.

Yep, I and probably hundreds if not thousands have said this. Doing the inner work will take you so much farther than any spell work. How can you expect a spell to be successful when internally you are always doubting yourself on some level. Hell, I even consider my therapy sessions and visits to my psychiatrist shadow work on some level. There’s so much resources on it now too; literally just google “Shadow Work Prompts” and you have thousands ideas given to you for free. I would like to eventually post a glamour prompt list soon.

4. Make Your Spells Rhyme

Yep, just like how it is in the movies and tv. Making poetry out of your spells and adding some rhythm just gives it a bit of oomph you know? Plus it’s fun and makes it so much easier to remember.

5. You Have to Actually Speak to Your Herbs

Tbh the fact that I didn’t realize this much sooner is a bit embarrassing on my part, but yes when using your herbs and other tools you actually have to speak intention over them and thank them for their work.

Hope this helps out anyone just starting out on their journey. Happy casting and have a lovely day.

Edit: Fixed my atrocious spelling and grammar 😭😭

#witchcraft #beginner witch #baby witch #tips for baby witches

[ymaohoh]

Chrissy's relationship with the Party headcanons?

EEEEEEEEE yes please. Thanks 'Nonny!

(This is assuming the Chrissy Lives AU)

Nancy - so Chrissy would no doubt be pretty overwhelmed with everything going on so I see Nancy being the one to initially put her at ease and welcome her into the group more. They would already know of each other via school and probably share similar preppy interests (they play Cyndi Lauper LOUD and bop their heads but who gives a shit - they're happy). I see Chrissy being unbelievably impressed by Nancy and her ballsy attitude (and gun collection). Nancy's just happy for another girl around the place. They become firm allies.

View on Hellcheer: Nancy knew from the beginning okay? She's the one who speaks to Chrissy about it 1-1 and is happy for them. She probably takes an active role in getting them together.

Jonathan - i like the idea of Chrissy and Jonathan getting along quietly in the background. There's a lot of loud personalities so she'd feel calmed in Jonathan's quiet presence. He doesn't really know how to interact with her at first (brain glitch) but she asks about photography and he patiently shows her how to load the camera and develop in the dark room (I kind of love the idea of Chrissy getting into photography for some reason). He captures a candid photo of her, Robin, and Nancy smiling together and presents it as a 'welcome to the crazy' gift.

View on Hellcheer: Jonathan is completely oblivious until he sees them sucking face. He's happy for them - it's nice to see another mix-matched couple making a go at it.

Steve - so on paper Steve and Chrissy would make a hella' cute couple and Chrissy definitely had a crush on Steve during her freshman year (who didn't?). Steve knows of Chrissy Cunningham and kind of treats her as a bit of a damsel in distress at first but they soon become easy friends and she's happily surprised to discover his caring babysitter side. He's instantly flirty with Chrissy (which annoys certain party members) but they know it's just banter (he's probably the most considerate/protective of Chrissy out of all the girls). They're both from similar backgrounds so they'd understand one another's hang ups easy peasy.

View on Hellcheer: How the fuck did Munson pull that off? (he's happy for them though)

Robin - Robin is so so so happy for another girl around the place. Chrissy isn't sure how to take Robin at first (she's so different from the other girls at school) but they click over similar interests in movies and Chrissy starts seeing Robin as this seriously cool girl (who maybe belongs in a different universe in the future?). They also enjoy pranking Steve. Robin thinks Chrissy is HOT but nothing comes of this as she likes being friends better (and Chrissy clearly has eyes for someone else). I like the idea of Chrissy realising Robin's romantic affections go towards the female variety but she waits for Robin to confide in her. She, Nancy, and Robin make a little trio.

View on Hellcheer: How the fuck did Munson pull that off? (repeat)

Max - i wrote about this in depth here. I think initially Max would give Chrissy some space as she's got a lot on her plate already but they'd bond over their Vecna visions and Max appreciates how much Chrissy wants to help her (she's a good listener too). Chrissy in turn admires Max's no-bullshit attitude and thinks she'd make an excellent lawyer (she'd make grown men tremble in fear). Chrissy is unapologetically very girly but Max finds herself joining in sometimes and learns you can be girly and badass at the same time. Fuck social norms and cliches and all that backwards crap. It's nice to have a break from the guys sometimes too.

(this kind of goes for Eleven as well. Chrissy meets her with Max and understands quickly they are besties - but she likes Eleven and Eleven likes Chrissy's kindness and sincerity. Plus Chrissy paints her nails bright purple and makes them sparkle)

View on Hellcheer: saw it coming a mile off. Nancy may think she noticed it first but Max saw Eddie literally carrying Chrissy into his trailer with his tongue down her throat. She still a bit scarred.

Mike, Dustin, Lucas, Will, Erica: they aren't really sure about Chrissy at first - she's a cheerleader, she's seriously pretty, she was dating the asshole Jason - she's a bit suss overall and they've been bullied by those kind of people, you know? However, Chrissy asks Dustin about D&D and you know what? Game over. Dustin becomes Chrissy's #1 fan and worships the ground she walks on (I've gone into more detail here). Like Steve, Chrissy takes a caring role in the party towards the younger kids and encourages them to take breaks, eat ("Mike, vegetables are important if you want to go full Rambo - you can't just eat chips"), and drink plenty of water. The others soon come 'round and value Chrissy as an excellent party member and they take a bit of a protective role over her too. She's becomes their big (adorable) sister.

(she knew Lucas before, of course, because he plays basketball with Jason and this is enough to make her a bit anxious - but Lucas is nice and down to earth and he smiles and says 'Hey Chrissy' and that anxiety sooooon vanishes)

View on Hellcheer: boy do they wind Eddie up when they notice this. Dustin twigs when Eddie lets Chrissy play whatever music she wants in the van and she gets all blushy whenever Eddie looks her way. They never tease Chrissy though <3

GROUP HUG.

#stranger things #stranger things season 5 #stranger things headcanons #chrissy cunningham x eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #chrissy cunningham headcanons #chrissy x eddie #eddie x chrissy #hellcheer headcanons #hellcheer prompts #hellcheer #edssy #eddissy #eddissy headcannons #edssy headcanons

[itsybitsylemonsqueezy]

Continuing my new series of "dumb thoughts I have about Baldur's Gate 3," I have a strong conviction that every companion/main character may be represented by an (hilarious) 80s anthem (if you pretend that 1976-1983 is the 80s).

So, without further ado, here is my personally curated playlist for the BG3 Companions!

Astarion

"Somebody to Love" by Queen I mean, where do I start? Take a look in the mirror and cry? I spent all my years in believing you? Or my personal favorite, I just gotta get out of this prison cell/Some day I'm gonna be free! Lord... And the thing to get about this is not so much that Astarion is looking for romance necessarily, but he wishes to be in a place safe enough to love. I think that's really one of his most cherished dreams, being able to form a stable, long-term relationship with someone who will keep him safe, where he will be safe and not alone anymore. But also, can you imagine this drama queen complaining, with a full choir back up, about how hard he works every day? Dear god. So I humbly pitch "Somebody to Love" for his anthem.

The Emperor

"More than a Feeling" by Boston Listen, I was overcome by the fact that a tadpole in your brain certainly is more than a feeling. It was too good not to share! He just wants to love you!

Gale

"Tainted Love" by Soft Cell Is there a more appropriate sentiment for Gale and Mystra than I gave you all a boy could give you/Take my tears and that's not nearly all! ? This is my break up song for the poor boy. You can do this Gale, I believe in you!

Halsin

"Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" by Cyndi Lauper You see a big bear sprawling in the sunny flowers in the middle of a forest clearing and what do you think? Girls just wanna have fun, absolutely! Also, Cyndi Lauper is an OG in sexual liberation, which is very Halsin.

Karlach

"Total Eclipse of the Heart" by Bonnie Tyler Oh, the jokes really don't stop with this one ^^; It's about living in a powder keg and giving off sparks? Being lonely for so long? Bright eyes? I mean... Karlach absolutely lives up to the melodrama here.

Lae'zel

"Eye of the Tiger" by Survivor This one I'm probably least satisfied with as it feels very hurr durr Lae'zel fight good. But "Livin' on a Prayer" didn't come out until 86, "Welcome to the Jungle" was 88, "Immigrant Song" is right out in 1970... and none of these are quite right either. Haven't found one yet that properly captures some of the nuance of our complex, fighty lady. Perhaps subject to change later.

Shadowheart

"Don't Stop Believin'" by Journey Alright, I'll admit this one isn't perfect either, but... come on! The title is just too good! And such a rosy, hopeful song about beating the odds in the face of Shadowheart's pessimistic doom and gloom, it was just so good!

Withers

"Hotel California" by The Eagles If bone man isn't the personification of You can check out any time you like/But you can never leave I don't know what is.

Wyll

"Carry On My Wayward Son" by Kansas If this song is ruined for you by certain other cultural touchstones... suck it up. Or if you must, replace with "Take On Me" by a-ha, because that was a close second. But I think when you really think about it, Wyll is very much a wayward son, trying to create a little peace in this world.

#BG3 #Baldur's Gate 3 #Baldur's Gate 3 companions #Astarion #The Emperor bg3 #Gale bg3 #Halsin #Karlach #Lae'zel #Shadowheart #Withers bg3 #Wyll #I think everyone deserves a little 80s power anthem myself #Shhhh 1976 counts as the 80s you hush

[ranaissingle]

Hi love! Just a little idea, what if Elvis' girlfriend sees them play football and wants in on the fun?

I just love that football scene way too much 👉👈🥰

Girls Just Want To Fun

Masterlist Fandom: Austin Butler and/or Elvis Rating: M Pairings: Austin!Elvis x Fem!Reader and/or Elvis x Fem!Reader Word Count: 951

Warnings: some light smut at the end, sexual innuendos, Elvis being too hot to handle? A/N: Can we please just take a second to talk about hot he is? I would commit arson (or any other federal crime for that matter) for this man Jesus Christ. I don't know a lot about football so forgive me if I don't get all of the rules and things right. You also didn't specify if you wanted smut or not so I just did a little but let me know if you want something spicier haha. Now, on to the story!

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The weather outside was beautiful, to say the least. The sun was shining and the clouds were few and far in between. Elvis has been outside messing around with his cousins and friends while Y/N was content to sit on the porch and catch up on her reading while sipping on some sweet tea. She heard the noises of the boys' roughhousing as they tackled each other to the floor only to get up and do it all over again.

Whilst in the depths of her novel, Elvis came up the steps of the porch to greet her.

"Hey there darlin', you doin' alright?" He was breathing hard and Y/N watched as the drops of sweat made their way down the expanse of his neck before dripping slowly into the divot of his collarbone. His hair was tousled from running around and fell so beautifully over his forehead and eyes. She wondered how something as simple as that could mesmerize her so extensively.

Y/N shook her head and looked up at Elvis's face before he caught on to what she was really thinking. "I'm fine Elvis just a little bored is all. Wait, actually would you mind if I played some football with you all? I'm getting tired of just sitting around? I want to have some fun!". Her fingers wound around the others while she asked her question. She didn't want to interrupt his merriment, but she was practically dying from boredom.

Elvis' large answering smile was all Y/N needed to quell her anxieties.

" Of course darlin', I was actually comin' over to ask ya the same thing." He firmly grasped her hands before hauling her up onto her feet and pulling her down the steps of the porch.

"Alright, I gotta teach ya how to throw a football first, and then we can start doin' the other stuff." Y/N gave him a brisk nod and mumbled "mmhm".

Elvis stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her front to reach her hands. He grasped her fingers and wrapped them softly around the football in his hand. Y/N couldn't even pay attention to the way she was supposed to hold the ball with Elvis' front pressed firmly against her and his head leaning into the crook of her neck.

"Keep ya hands like this and grasp the ball tight like that. Good job baby." He punctuated his compliment with a kiss on Y/N's neck and cheek. He stepped away from her slightly to explain to her how to throw the football. Their dog, Charlie, was standing at attention ready to catch the ball at a moment's notice.

"Bring ya arm back like this, aim the ball and then throw. I'll help ya through the first throw alright?"

"Okay, yeah I got it." Y/N's voice was soft as Elvis reached around her to mirror the movements with his hand and arm clasped around hers. This was not going to help her concentration. Elvis helped Y/N's hand mirror the movements a few times before eventually unwrapping himself from around her, much to her dismay.

"Okay, now it's your turn honey. Do it jus' like I taught ya, got it?" Y/N missed his warmth immediately and the hot summer air could do nothing to quell the chill that came with the lack of Elvis' body heat. But Y/N didn't want to embarrass herself so she reared back her arm, aimed the ball toward the dog, and let the ball fly.

"Nice form darlin' ya did so well." Elvis wrapped his arms around her waist as he settled his body back against her. Y/N couldn't take it anymore.

"aah" The breathy moan and sharp inhalation afterward were all that Elvis needed to catch on to her predicament. An easy smirk crept its way onto his lips as he squeezed her tighter. He turned her around by her shoulders until she was face to face with him. Y/N's eyes were wide and her lips were ravaged from all the biting she had put them through. Elvis was enchanted, to say the least. She always looked beautiful but he thought she looked her best when she wanted him.

Elvis moved his hands to hold her face with one and her waist with the other before he knelt his head down to kiss her. He moved her head every which way to kiss her at every possible angle. He would never tire of the curve of her waist and the soft moans and gasps she would release when he let his hands explore her.

" mmh El-Elvi- ahm" she tried to say his name in between kisses but Elvis' lips silenced any attempt at coherent communication. The hand on her waist moved up and down her back while the other on her cheek slid down onto her neck and back up into the locks of her hair.

He pulled himself away from her lips and moved down to her neck.

"You're so beautiful, baby. I could spend the rest of my life lookin' at ya and I still wouldn't be able to get my fill." The words were muffled by the collar of Y/Ns blouse. Elvis left open-mouthed kisses along her neck and up to her ear where he began whispering sweet nothings as his hands continued to work wonders.

"Jump up into my arms baby I want to take ya inside." His nose had nuzzled itself behind her ear and Y/N felt the timbre of his voice vibrating against her chest.

Y/N did just that and they abandoned the football and Charlie outside and made their way to the house. She got the fun wanted, albeit not in the manner she had intended.

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I hope you all liked it! Until next time!

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[pasukiyo]

hi! how are you??i loved your steve fic so much so could you please do a steve fic with reader being scared heights? you know hurt/comfort? thank you <33

( this is definitely not an easy request so i completely get it if you’re not open to writing it. no pressure!! :))

𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞.

— steve harrington x f!reader

warnings; vecna & fear of heights!

a/n; i’m good thanks for asking!! and okay not gonna lie, i was not planning for vecna to even be mentioned in this one but it kinda just happened so i rolled with it 🤷‍♀️ i also don’t like my writing here but oh well, i hope you still enjoy it!

word count; 1.5k

; listen to time after time by cyndi lauper!

 “you’re going to stay beside me at all times, okay? i’m not letting you out of my sight, is that clear?”

 “yes mom,” she managed a small smile, cyndi lauper in one ear, steve harrington in the other. he pursed his lips before he spun her around, tapping on the walkman attached to her hip. “you keep cyndi lauper on at all times too, okay? i’m not shitting around, you’re going to be safe, i won’t let anything bad happen to you,” he murmured, his hands soothing down from her elbows and all the way back up to her shoulders. she let herself lean forward, eyelids fluttering closed as she pressed her cheek into his chest, focusing on the beating heart inside of him. 

 “i trust you, steve,” she whispered, his palms caressing the small of her back to pull her in even closer. “i’m sorry, i’m just— so scared,” her voice was barely audible, but she was certain he heard it, hence the way his arms tightened around her. “hey, you’re going to be alright, you hear me? you have nothing to be scared of—“

 “—because it’s your time.”

 steve’s skin, once warm against hers, grew cold and damp, and she felt shivers slither down the coil of her spine. she pushed away just enough to face him— only, it wasn’t steve anymore. her lips fell agape, and all she could manage was a cry as she desperately tried to push vecna away, screaming curses over her heavy breath. 

 “you didn’t think i’d stay away long now, did you?”

 she let out a squeal when she fell back to the ground below, finally managing to break away from him. she scrambled against the foliage below, pushing herself back up onto her feet and nearly falling back into the dirt again. she spared a glance behind her as she ran, time after time restarting in the distance, and she felt her muscles relax.

 ‘lying in my bed, i hear the clock tick and think of—‘

 she blinked, what happened to the music?

 “no one will save you,” vecna whispered from somewhere behind her, and it was clear she had no other choice but to continue running. “you will join me,” he continued, her name sounding wicked rolling off his tongue. she pushed herself to run faster, her heart ready to leap out of her chest the longer she ran, her legs throbbing, knees feeling like jelly.

 she could hear her name being shouted, over and over again in the distance, and she was quick to realize that it was steve calling out to her, panic laced in every syllable he cried. she pushed herself harder, not daring to look back at the monster behind her when she came to an abrupt stop, and she felt as though her heart had been dropped off the highest of buildings, shattering into millions of pieces as it hit the pavement below. 

 she caught herself and scrambled backwards before she could fall over the edge, staring down at the dark, murky rushing water below. she was so high up, she was surprised she was even able to make out any of the shapes below. she knew exactly where she was— the quarry. she couldn’t bear to stare down at the clearing below, nor could she bring herself to face the monster approaching behind her. she knew what she must do— but she knew all too well she wouldn’t be able to do it, at least not willingly. 

 she could feel a knot of anxiety bundling up in her chest, and she found it harder to breathe the more she thought about the distance between her and the water below. vecna was closer than ever, her heels already dangling off of the ledge, and if she moved back any more, she’d be falling towards an uncertain fate.

 she was out of options.

 “you cannot run from me,” vecna growled. “you belong to me. to us.”

 from some unknown location in the distance, she could hear steve screaming her name, the voices of her friends joining in the mix. she did her best to focus on this, as if grasping onto their world would keep her from losing herself in this one. “no,” she managed. “i don’t belong here. i’m not ready.”

 “oh, but you are,” vecna’s voice was closer than ever, and her lips trembled as she tilted her head up to face him. “you have always been ready, you and i both know that.” she shook her head, “steve!” she screamed as loud as she possibly could, in hopes that somehow he’d hear.

 he yelled his name back, but in response to her, she hadn’t any way to tell. 

 vecna’s fingers slithered around her throat, his flesh damp and decaying, and she shrieked as she kicked, clasped her hand around his wrist, did anything she could to tear herself away from him. she managed to turn her head to face the quarry below, and she squeezed her eyelids closed. 

 she knew she’d never be able to jump. it was too high— she felt like puking just thinking about the height. 

 ‘if you’re lost, you can look and you will find me, time after time.’

 she gasped at the sound of the song— her song. she squeezed her eyes back shut and tried to focus on the music rather than the grip vecna had on her throat, and she could feel droplets of tears escaping her eye sockets, sliding down the sides of her face. 

 she recalled the times she’d confided in steve about her fear— like when they had first started dating and asked if she wanted to go to an amusement park. she remembered feeling scared that he’d think she was childish if she told him how terrified she was of heights, but recalled the relief that flooded over her when he drew her into his arms instead, pressing kisses into the crown of her head as he told her that it was alright. 

 ‘if you fall, i will catch you, i’ll be waiting, time after time.’

 she remembered the first time she listened to this song was with steve in his bedroom, and he joked about how the song was made for them, because he vowed to be the one to catch her if she ever fell. she remembered telling him that he was silly, but she also recalled the way her heart swelled and fluttered when he said it. she remembered collapsing into his chest, his warm arms enveloping her body as they exchanged sweet nothings, cyndi lauper serenading them in the background.

 vecna growled her name, but she focused on steve’s in the distance instead.

 ‘if you’re lost, you can look and you will find me, time after time.’

 she knew that wherever steve was, that was where she needed to be.

 ‘if you fall, i will catch you, i’ll be waiting.’

 and she knew that if she fell, he would always be there to catch her.

 ‘time after time.’

 she kicked and pushed the monster in front of her away, her newfound strength taking him aback and she fell to the ground, scrambling for the edge of the cliff. she hesitated for just a moment as she peered over the edge, but she knew she was running out of options— and time.

 so, no longer did she cower away—

 —she jumped.

 “oh, god.”

 she gasped as she hit the ground below, an arm locked tight around her shoulders, and she was pulled into an all-too familiar warm chest. she chased air back into her lungs as she grasped onto the arm, her fingernails burrowed into the fabric of his sleeves. “steve,” she hardly managed to whisper before she bursted into tears, and he turned her around so that she could instead bury her face in his chest. his fingertips wove through her tresses, nails massaging her scalp as he murmured reassurances into the crown of her head.

 “i’m here, shhh, it’s okay, i caught you, you’re safe,” steve murmured against her skin, and although she couldn’t be sure, she thought she could feel tears— his tears— dripping onto her forehead. she didn’t dare look though, she wasn’t sure if she’d be able to bear seeing him in such a state.

 “it was just— i was so high up and i didn’t know what to do and he was coming closer and—“ she stammered, chest heaving as she stuttered, unable to continue her sentence. “i know, baby, i know. but you’re here right now, you’re safe here with me, always,” he cooed, his hand not on the back of her head caressing the small of her back. “sorry about the music. sort of malfunctioned when you started to float. but we figured it out, i got you.”

 she didn’t say anything else, only nuzzled her face closer into his chest, relishing his warmth, his every touch. “you’re here, you’re alright. i’m sorry, i’m so so sorry,” he whispered as he rocked her back and forth. “never gonna leave you again. always going to be right here.”

 ‘time after time..’

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So I was wondering - is this the only version of Engel, that would truly work out with König? I'm kinda referring to the ask where he gets positive attention from a fellow female team mate. That really got me thinking. (Thanks other anon! ^^)

Imagine she doesn't run away when she sees his true colours (Great, I've got Cyndi Laupers "true colours" stuck in my head now. Thanks brain.). She also knows, that there is no fixing him and she still falls for him. Having a little itch for madness herself and not judging him for his flaws and weirdness, understanding his brokenness, the trauma behind this odd guy. But she is a mature, collected and confident woman and would not put up with his shit that much. She would be more standoffish with him, demanding a relationship that is on eye level, she knows her worth. But she means well, is caring and attentive towards him and wants to give him love. She is not afraid of him and wants to learn how to work with his issues. She thinks he's worth it, despite everything.

Maby after building trust and (if we follow the team mate thought) seeing how confident she handles work, how much she has her shit together, he could relax a bit. Trusting her and let loose a bit, looking up to her instead of looking down and having the constant urge to control and protect her. Let HER take care of HIM. Feeling safe himself for once, because he knows how strong she is and he admires that about her, despite it challenging his views of woman as fragile and in need of protection immensely.

He'd still be a maniac, you couldn't change that of course, but even the maddest of madmans should get a break sometimes. And don't get me wrong, after all, the possessiveness and controlling is his way of loving, he doesn't know better, but she would put him in his place, if he takes it too far and then he'd turn it down a notch - out of respect for her. And then he'd do it again of course. It would be kind of a Sisyphos situation with him.

I would love that for him, but maby he's too twisted to be able to allow something like that. Maby that dynamic with Engel, where he can fully live his obsessions and possessiveness is the perfect outcome for him. And in that case, I'm happy for our lovely lunatic killing machine. :)

Aaah this one gave me brainrot! Such a beautiful and wholesome take. I wrote that "strong soldier lady complimenting König and making him flustered for a change" -bit without thinking much about what would happen next…

And I’m a bit of a party pooper when I agree with that last paragraph 🥲 I think König’s need to be in control would make him want to break a strong person no matter what it takes - and by breaking, I mean manipulating, seducing and bullying them under his will.

He cannot bear the feeling that someone is a step ahead of him (even if it meant she just wants to meet on equal grounds!) König wouldn’t feel safe because his view of relationships and power dynamics is so distorted. A powerful, confident, independent woman who tries to love him in a healthy way, is a treat… and a threat.

There’s no mistake he would be in love. If she gave him compliments, gave him attention, flirted with him and showered him with a healthy dose of kindness, he would be in heaven. But boundaries? König would try to push through those boundaries every chance he gets, and he would try to find her weak spots so that he can infiltrate and start to dominate her.

He wouldn’t be physically violent with these attempts, no! But his possessiveness and manipulative behavior would go absolutely bonkers. It would drive him crazy if this green flag girl refused to play by his rules and escaped his traps or tried to “train” him in any way.

If nothing else worked, if they arrived at an impasse, König would try to dominate her through sex and his physicality. If she was willing to surrender to him and became more submissive, he would view it as a way to finally manipulate her. A-ha, she's just a brat that needs to be tamed! (Just imagine this confident, capable soldier babe slowly crumbling inside, waiting for her Austrian dom to come to her and teach her how to behave, slowly driving her to sweet madness…)

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