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rinbowaman · 26 days

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Hi hi 🤗

A heethan ask here!

Heethan's reaction to yn being insecure cause she has a babyish face and her cheeks are slightly chubby ( cause irl also am insecure about my chubby cheeks 😭)

“Baby Face.”

Im sorry it took me so long to get this out. As requested, heethan x reader with chubby cheeks. Enjoy!

Warnings: fluffiest of fluff (not really but it is fluffy), m insecurities, self esteem issues. A very subtle hint of smut breaching. Think that’s it.

“Pretty baby, what are you doing?” He raises a brow and parks the side of his body against the inner door panel. Watching you through the bathroom mirror, he stands behind with his arms crossed and observes you pinching your cheeks. He peeks from under the bill of his cap as he develops a concerning look. “Why are you messing with your face like that?”

“My cheeks are so chubby.” You sigh out in defeat. “I look like a chipmunk, they don’t make me feel attractive. I’m like a baby.”

He shifts his eyes to the ground as he remains propped against the door frame, the muscles on his forearms twitch as he tightens the overlapped cross against his chest. The bill of his hat covers his eyes entirely as he shifts his head. “Don’t say that.”

“But it’s true.”

“Hey…” he walks and closes the distance from behind, taking a piece of your hair and rubs it between his fingers. He remains there, standing behind, appearing enormously tall in contrast to your height. “You’re pretty, cute, and beautiful. I wouldn’t have you any other way.”

You appreciated his words, but it didn’t seem enough as each time you looked in the mirror, you found yourself in the harrowing reality at the amount of fat that was contained in your facial features. You wondered what could he possibly see in you? The chubbiness gave you a jolly appearance, but to see beauty within it was hard. At least for you.

“I’m gonna put on a movie, any requests?” He kisses the back of your head and walks out of the bathroom, leaving you to stand in front of the mirror lonesomely. How could he treat this so lightly? Can’t he see that this was something that affected your self-esteem? Everyday when you brushed your teeth or washed your hands, there was this constant reminder of the babyish expression that stared right back at you.

“Yyyyyyyyy/nnnnn?” He drags out your name as he awaits for a response. You delayed once more and continue to rub your face. He reappears behind your body, eyeing you down through the mirror. “Come here. Now.”

His tone was stern and you knew better than to delay any further. Your heart skips a beat as you regret your actions, realizing you had just caused him to grow irritated. “Heeseung I’m sorry-“

“Come sit down next to me.” He cuts you off and pats the bedding next to him, his eyes glued to a few magazines in his hand. You cuddle against him as he puts an arm around your shoulder. The first magazine he presents to you, was a Vogue copy published in the mid 1980’s. “What’s this for?” You asked him confused.

“These are some magazines that Vicky and my other exes left behind in my car and room. I’ve meant to the throw them away but always forgot to.” He thumbs through the pages and pauses on the centerfold before handing it to you. “Maybe it’s good that I didn’t, because these are going to help me in teaching you a valued lesson.”

You focus in on the center spread and see a supermodel donning a slick black dress with a large hat. Her face looked hollow as the height of her cheekbones stand prominent and sharp. She was beautiful with her naturally contoured and defined features. “She’s pretty.”

“Yeah, she is. All of them in that era were. Girls like her were sought out for having those features, they were considered the most desirable women on the planet.”

Great. This was no help. You just told him about how you were insecure about your cheeks and here he is, showing you women that have the most desired features, a complete contrast from how you’re built. Before you could issue a response in dismay, he hands you a different Vogue edition from the early 2000’s.

You flip through the pages and settle on a photo of a different model, one that had a smaller face, slightly contoured but nowhere near as sharp or defined as the last one. She had short platinum blonde hair, and even had random piercings on her face with thin, high brows.

“She’s not as pretty as the other model but she still has a better face than me.”

He chuckles as he pulls you by your chin and rests you against his chest. “Listen. This model was the ‘it-girl’ twenty years ago. Everyone wanted to be her.”

He takes the third magazine and shows you a random page of another girl. The magazine was also Vogue, published just months ago. The pages featured a myriad of idols of K-pop, all containing a similar feature of an extremely youthful appearance and full cheeks, similar to yours.

Some had less, while some had more, either way, you felt somewhat comforted as he spoke.

“Look familiar?” He chuckles, the bobbing of his chest matched your small giggles. “These are considered rhetorical most popular and beautiful women of the world. Girls want to look like them, and men want to be with them.”

Your eyes drift down as you started to piece together the message he was relaying. “Point is pretty, beauty within features change every decade…might even be every year. One day, people want to look like Angelina Jolie, and the next, they want to look like Jennie or Lalisa.”

You nod your head as you sink into his body. He leans back against the headboard and brings you down with him. “As far as I’m concerned, you’ll always be in style and the most desirable. I’ll never get tired of looking into your pretty eyes, playing with your sexy hair, touching your soft skin, and best of all—staring at your adorable baby face.”

Immediately following his words, he smacks a prolonged kiss against the bubbled fat of your right cheek. “Mmmmmmmuah! My baby face! God, what I wouldn’t do to show just how much I adore you.”

He really didn’t have to do much to show you. From the moment he laid eyes on you, he did everything to let you know just how much he loved and yearned for you. Even though you may not be entirely too fond of your cheeks, or whatever it is that bugs you about yourself, at the end of the day it really didn’t matter. You are a winner. You win because you had a man who truly treasured and keeps you all to himself; who prefers you without loads of makeup, and likes to see you with nothing on at all versus fully clothed. He loves you the way you are.

“You gonna use that baby face and show me how much you love me?” His voice creeps into your ear in a deep tone as you hear and watch his hand unzips his jeans. You chuckle.

“Yes. I think I can do that for you.”

💜

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thepredatorywasp · 3 months

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does it ever miss wicklow sometimes? i vowed not to cry anymore. our coming of age has come and gone. give you my wild, give you my child. what should be over burrowed under my skin. i wanna brainwash you into loving me forever. i wanted that pain. what about your promises? you say nothing back. now i just sit in the dark and wonder if it's time. i wanna be defined by the things i love, not the things i'm afraid of. can we always be this close? i just wanna stay in that lavender haze. maybe it was her. i'm a monster in the hill. i gave my blood, sweat and tears for this. don't put me in the basement when i want the penthouse of your heart. a pathological people pleaser who only wanted you to see her. one day i will watch as you're leaving. where is that man who threw blankets over my barbed wire? would it be enough? gave you too much but it wasn't enough. i'm new york city, i still do it for you babe. what you did was just as dark. no one sees when you lose when you're playing solitaire. i'd marry you with paper rings. all they keep asking me is if i wanna be your bride. i wouldn't marry me either. sorry for not making you my centerfold

#ttpd predictions #to be revisited

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kissitbttr · 2 years

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how eddie and mean!cheerleader ‘s relationship started(sort of)

eddie hates parties. he hates seeing bunch of horny kids’ sweaty bodies grinding up against each other, acting recklessly on the dance floor. the broken glasses spilling all over and not to mention, the sight of puke that’s making him nauseous. he fucking hates it.

and yet here he is, standing in the corner of a room with a red solo cup in his hand. slowly sipping his beer in disgust as he lets his eyes wanders around the crowd. if it wasn’t for steve and robin begging for him to go, he wouldn’t. he’d rather lounge around in his own sacred place, getting high and jacking off to some nude model from one of those centerfolds.

“munson!” he hears someone call out his name, seeing steve himself walking over to him with a big smile on his face. “why aren’t you having fun? come on man, this is supposed to be a party!”

“yeah not feeling it right now, thanks.” eddie rolls his eyes, “I don’t get how you like this shit. they’re basically going shitfaced every minute, doing beer chugs until one of them passes out and i saw one dude getting butt naked by the pool. and what the fuck is up with the drinks? this beer smells like gasoline.”

“it’s just people having fun” steve states, brows furrowing at eddie’s lack of excitement. “come on man, you deserve this! you killed all those demo bats at the upside down, you saved the day! you should be celebrating.”

“one, that was nearly a month ago. and two, that shit i went through, nearly buried me 6 feet under Harrington. and they took a huge chunk out of my guts to prove it. but thanks for the reminder” he rolls his eyes, chugging down the drink before throwing the cup away. “i’m gonna go and get freshen up.”

as he walks away, he hears steve saying something along like ‘don’t be a pussy and go get drunk, munson!’ making him smile while shaking his head. he’s definitely not getting wasted tonight. not in a place like this at least.

after 10 minutes of shoving a few bodies and trying to find the bathroom, he finally gets to breathe. cursing to himself due to the full packed house.

“jesus, can’t believe people enjoy this type of thing” he mutters, opening the bathroom door before kicking it close with his leg. “I’m definitely killing harrington and buckley tomorrow.”

eddie leans himself back against the sink, rummaging through the pocket of his denim vest trying to find the pre-rolled blunt he did. he sighs in relief when he realizes he hasn’t lost it. putting it between his lips and lighting it before inhaling the earthy smoke of the joint.

“so glad that i brought you” he breathes out, eyeing the blunt between his fingers with a smile.

this is heaven for him. being alone and away from stupid people. just smoking up a good quality of weed without anyone bothering him. the only thing missing is his music tapes and magazines to skim through. but at least he has the bathroom all for himself.

or at least, that’s what he thinks.

the door suddenly bursts open, making him startle as he chokes, coughing rather loudly. eddie quickly waves the smoke away with his hands—obviously it’s not doing anything— before sneaking the light back into his pocket before crouching down next to the toilet to put the weed out,

“don’t any of you ever learn how to knock?” he grumbles, mainly upset because he only took one hit of the blunt. as he dusts the ashes with the sleeve of his t shirt, he hears a chuckle from behind.

“at least you weren’t getting your dick sucked when i walked in.”

eddie quickly turns around, nearly knocking his head against the sink. and his heart almost falls completely down to his ass. it’s her. y/n y/l/n. standing before him with her arms crossed and a smirk on her face. wearing the shortest pink dress he has ever seen on a person. he looks up to her with eyes widen in shock.

he’s going to pass out.

“shit, s-sorry y/n. i thought you were someone else” he chuckles nervously, slowly standing up to face her. clutching the back of his neck,

scoffing, she closes the door behind her before locking it. moving to stand in front of the dirty mirror perched on the wall, pulling out a pink tube. “you thought i was an asshole with a penis?”

he laughs a bit, nodding. “yeah. wouldn’t end well if it were.”

“why?” she asks, puckering her lips to swipe the gloss across it.

he shrugs, “cause they’ll probably beat me till I’m unconscious. knowing that the freak of hawkins went to their party.” eddie keeps his eyes down, afraid that if he looks at her, he’d be stuttering like crazy

“those morons?” she points her manicured finger towards the door, eyes turning around to look at the long haired boy. “you don’t have to be scared of them you know? they have micro dicks for a brain. bet can’t even throw a good punch. you okay, though?”

eddie slowly tears his gaze away from the floor, eyes squinting in curiosity. why is the hottest girl in school trying to make a conversation with him? isn’t she dating one of jason’s goons? is this some sort of a sick prank so she can tell it to her boyfriend that he tries to make a move on her? millions of thoughts running through his mind and he can’t seem to think.

“uh sorry y/n, I don’t mean to be rude but why are you talking to me?” he stares at her, who keeps eyeing on him like a hawk, making it impossible for him to act like a normal person. he’s really trying.

she cocks an eyebrow. “am i not allowed to do that, eddie?”

dear fucking ozzy. she knows his name?!

“n-no! i mean yes! well not really. it’s just that-“ he cuts himself off by leaning a bit closer to her. “you’re dating one of jason’s friends aren’t you? if he found out that we’re talking, I’m screwed princess.”

“oh that” she rolls her eyes feeling disinterested, turning around before jumping herself up to sit on the sink. “we broke up.”

“really?” eddie’s eyes bug out hearing it. she lets out a ‘yup’ for confirmation. “sorry to hear that. what happened?”

“i found him fucking another girl in his car just last week.” she sighs, lips turning into a frown. “and as a revenge, i ruined his car with a crowbar”

she smiles proudly at him few seconds after, legs are swinging back and forth in happiness making his heart skips a beat. how does she looks so cute and hot at the same time while doing it? it doesn’t make any sense to him!

“no shit! you serious?” he laughs out loud, hands clapping as if he had just witnessed an amazing performance. “hands down, metal shit I’ve ever heard.”

“metal?” she tilts her head to the side,

“oh it just means crazy. . . what you did.” he replies, mentally slapping himself on the forehead for saying such thing. “pretty cool”

“metal, huh?” she grins, finding him to be looking a bit shy so damn cute. he’s probably feeling stupid after that thing he just said. but she doesn’t think that. she’s met more stupid men in her life. “that’s adorable. I’m putting that on the dictionary.”

he cannot believe what he’s hearing. did his super hot, long time cheerleader crush just call him adorable?? sure, she probably wasn’t actually complimenting him but it’s still the same thing right?

“so uh” he begins, clearing his throat, trying to ignore how red she makes his cheeks go. “why are you here and not out at there? not that I mind!”

“it’s getting way too stuffy out there.” she flips her hair back, tongue clicking against her teeth. “and the beer tastes like shit. it felt like i was downing a gasoline.”

“right” he agrees, pulling off a soft smile. remembering the exact thing he had described about it. “so fucking cheap too i bet. you’re telling me a guy who lives in a place like this couldn’t at least buy a decent drink.”

hearing that makes her giggle, sending butterflies straight to eddie’s stomach. proud of himself for making her laugh.

“very accurate” she responds, tapping her pink nails against the sink.

eddie learns that she likes to keep her focus on someone when she talks. and in this context, she keeps looking at him. wether it’s because she’s interested in what he is saying or that she wants him to keep up the conversation.

either way, he has no idea what to say. he blames it on the weed and that weird-ass beer he had earlier for making him feel like this.

or it could be just her, and that look she has going on. causing his cock to twitch a bit under his jeans.

“you do know that this isn’t the first time we talked, right?” he asks, crossing his arms as he stands before her, leaning himself back against the wall. “I don’t know if you remembered this but in soph-“

“ sophomore year. chemistry class. yeah you almost burned down the whole class with that experiment shit you had going on and i nursed your hand before it came out looking like freddy krueger.” she cuts him off, nodding in affirmation

“exactly” he bites his lip, trying to hide the grin at the fact she remembers at the memory. even his burnt finger. “and your ex almost killed me when he saw you holding my hand”

“oh god” she groans, hands going up to cover her face. “don’t remind me. he’s basically 99% jackass. i didn’t even know why i ever went out with him. he treated me like a fucking object.”

“then why did you?” he can’t help but ask, searching for an answer on her face.

sighing, her eyes going a little bit sad as her shoulders start to slump forward. hesitating to tell him the truth. he notices and quickly starts to apologize,

“i’m sorry I didn’t mean to pry. you don’t have to if you don't wanna.” he doesn’t like seeing her upset, especially because of him.

with a wave of her hand, she tells him it’s no big deal. “well.. i think” she begins with a sigh, trying to find the perfect words for it. “i needed someone to pay attention to me. . . I don’t care how they see me as to what, i just wanted it. i craved it. wether as a bed warmer or as someone they wanted to spend the rest of their life with. it’s pathetic i know.” a humorless laugh escapes her mouth,

eddie listens. he carefully listens to every single word she’s saying as he stares at her intently. deep down, he wants to tell her that he could be that person. to love and protect her

“but all of that, it’s because i don’t think i will ever be good enough for the kind of love that makes me feel safe and happy. so i take what i can get.” she’s embarrassed to admit that. because it’s the one thing that she has been hiding for a long time. refusing to let anyone see her weakness. even her friends,

and eddie’s heart just breaks at the last sentence. how could she ever think that? whoever broke her heart in the first place for making her feel like that deserves a special place in hell. it irks him for her to think that she’s not good enough for anyone, and how she’s willing to sacrifice her own happiness for someone completely heartless. who doesn’t even give a shit about her.

he shares the same mutual feeling when it comes to love. insecurity. perhaps even more than what she’s feeling. because who in this school actually wanted to care for a freak? he tries to cover all these feelings with a facade so that people won’t figure out how much they actually hurt him. but he doesn’t mind. he’s used to it by now.

“and i get it. it took a long while but i get it now. maybe it’s what i deserve. at least that’s what Brandon told me every time we had a fight. yet somehow, i kept crawling back to his ass”

now he really wants to smash her ex boyfriend in the face.

he looks at her quizzically, finding it hard to believe every word that comes out of her mouth.” that’s not true.” he replies, shaking his head in disagreement. “y/n, you don’t know how much of a good person you really are, do you?”

she frowns. “I don’t think so.”

“well, i beg to differ. you’re actually the coolest and most fun person I’ve ever known and I’m not just talking about what you did to your ex’s car.”

“really?” she softly asks, eyes hopeful,

he nods vigorously. “really.” eddie still could see that she’s doubtful so he continues, “i see how you look out for your friends. protecting them to the extend is truly something I’ve always admired about you. also you’re not afraid to use violence for that matter. because i remember perfectly what you did to a girl back in middle school which terrifies the fuck out of me to be honest. so remind me to never get on your bad side.”

with an eye roll, she kicks him lightly with her heel earning a small laugh from him. “i’m not violent.” she disagrees. clueless to why he thinks that

“oh yeah sure” he put his hands up with a sarcastic look, “also . . . you’re really really fucking gorgeous.”

y/n notices how he quickly looks down when he says it, almost like too shy to meet her eyes. toeing the floor with the heel of his shoe, something he does when he gets nervous. and how could he not? especially knowing for sure that her eyes remain stuck on his figure.

but he knows that being embarrassed is such a wasted emotion. so with that, he glances back at her. catching a smirk on her face while she’s chewing down her bottom lip, and he regrets it instantly.

“okay you know what, you need to stop looking at me like that, i can’t focus for shit.” he states, finger pointing at her in a playful way, not liking how easy it is for him to mold in front of her. but his eyes can't help to flicker down her lips every now and then.

“me?” she asks playfully, showing off a toothy grin as he sends her a look. “aw. you’re not so bad yourself, eddie. when you got on top of that table in the cafeteria, calling jason’s ass out and telling the rest of the basketball team to fuck off? gold.”

“I thought we’re only talking about you?” he jokes, “well, i live to please others. thank you.” he bows, hearing her giggle more at his cute self.

“no but seriously, you’re so handsome. you know that, right? and cute, funny, outspoken” she reaches out to twirl her finger around his soft curls, making him halt. “and you play guitar so well! are you and your band, the corroded coffin is it? do you guys still play?”

“w-wait” he blinks rapidly to make sure this isn’t a dream. “you remember?”

“of course i do. you performed at the talent show. singing one of your favorite song from that one metal band I forgot the name of.” she replies as a matter of factly, “i like your dimples, by the way.”

he gulps when she pokes his cheek, she doesn’t truly realize the effect she has on him. it’s driving him crazy. and how her finger slowly starts to trail down his washed denim vest, grazing against the ‘black sabbath’s enamel he has pinned on the top left breast.

“i uh” he responds in his neutral face—or at least trying— but fail miserably to hide the shy glint across his face. “i mean what i said y/n”

“about?”

“you, obviously.” he looks at her, finding the confidence in his voice. stepping a bit closer towards the girl.“you’re good enough. for everything and for anyone. especially for the kind of love that you’ve been longing for. please don’t let him or anyone at all tell you differently. you deserve everything good”

her heart begins to melt after hearing the genuineness laced in his tone. never once did she ever hear that coming from a guy’s mouth, even the guys she used to date. and to see eddie’s eyes looking deeply into hers as if he’s looking for some sort of certainty just makes her want to pull him in for a kiss.

it’s like he’s refusing to look away until she knows that she’s good enough.

“you mean that?” she hopefully asks, seeing him nod. “you’re so …. sweet, eddie.”

“yeah well i try” he laughs softly, shrugging his shoulders. “another thing, you’re crazy fucking sexy. the fact that you’re the only cheerleader who cut her skirt shorter than the rest just seems badass. but I’m not a pervert okay! i just happen to be observant. so obvious every time i see you perform.”

“oh my god” she throws her head back in laughter, trying not to let his words affect the rhythm of her heartbeat. when in reality, the moment he spoke to her, she has been trying to keep a subtle composure. “you thought of me then?”

the cute voice when she asked the question, nearly draws his knees down to the floor. he’s starting to love the comfort and safe space she gives him. something that he has been searching for in a while. a long while

“i think everyone in this school has. you’re like a walking dream. every single guy i know wants to be with you.” he blurts out, stepping closer towards her but just enough to leave a space between them. “can you do something for me, y/l/n?”

“ and what’s that?” she smiles graciously at him, crossing her legs together

“promise yourself that you won’t go back to him? promise yourself that you will no longer sacrifice your own happiness for anyone that ever does you wrong”

with that, she turns speechless. but for a good reason. she has only spent less than an hour with him and yet, he cares about her like he has known her forever. it seems like eddie genuinely cares about her, especially her feelings.

eddie wants nothing but the best for her and it makes her feel so. . . good and warm on the inside. now, she’s no mind reader, but something tells her that eddie munson is not a bad person. he’s not manipulative like 99% of the male population in school.

this is the man that the whole town painted as a satanic cult leader?

“oh eddie“ she inhales a sharp breath, lips pouting at how adorable he looks. do his eyes have always been that chocolate?“i promise.”

he puffs out a breathe of relief. “good. you deserve more than whatever that asshole could give you.” his fingers softly tucking a hair behind her ear, grazing his knuckles gently against her bare arm. “now, I think we’ve been cooped up in this bathroom far too long. let’s go back to the party shall we?”

he unlocks the door, ready to go back out there but not after he lets her leave first. because eddie doesn’t want to risk anyone catching the two of them being together.

“actually” he hears her say, jumping off the sink before looking up at him. eyes glinting with excitement. “wanna grab some eats? we can go to a diner and order some burgers and fries, perhaps some pretzels too. I’m not supposed to eat carbs till next week but I’m fucking starving.” she groans, her stomach grumbling,

“you asking me out or what, princess?” he asks cockily, arms crossed. seeing her intertwining her own hands while giving a small shrug,

“maybeee” she sings, giving him a subtle wink before reaching out to grab his hand. “come on, do you want to or not? scratch that, i know you do. this fucking party blows. so let’s go!”

he chuckles when she grips his hand—almost possessively—while guiding him out of the bathroom. then he stops after realizing what she’s doing. his eyes searching around to see if anyone sees them yet, making her turn to him with a confused look.

“what’s wrong?”

“people will notice,” he mumbles to her, “and jason wouldn’t like it if he saw this.” eddie gestures their interlock hands

“oh wow, look at how much i gave an actual fuck" she sasses in a monotone voice. "listen, i’ve kicked jason’s balls before, twice. i would kick some more of his friends’s if i have to. they can stare all they want.” her tone sounds threatening, but she does it only to let him know that no one is going to hurt him, “plus I’m starting to like you eddie. and you are not going anywhere from now on. that’s facts.”

he swears if god is really up there, he needs to thank him for creating an angel like herself. who’s willing to beat someone up for him. he’s never had that before. he doesn’t think even his friends are willing to do that.

and when she mentioned about her liking him? yeah, that’s enough for him to follow wherever she wants to take him. he just hopes that this thing between the two of them could turn into something good.

with a smile, eddie extends his other hand. “lead the way then, beautiful.”

i know this is too simple but I didn't want to overcomplicate it. hope you guys like it!

#eddie munson blurbs #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x mean!cheerleader #eddie munson smut #eddie things

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choccyhearts · 11 months

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18+!!

okay, so you're a playmate for playboy, but not just any playmate, you're steve harrington's favorite playmate...

your magazine is released for his birth month and he immediately becomes obsessed, looking at your photos daily and buying 2 copies, one for the usual ~purposes~ and one meant to stay in pristine condition

he has your centerfold hanging above his bed, replacing his old celebrity crushes

he reads your data sheet and falls in love with the little piece of personality you let shine, finding that you two might actually get along in real life. but what throws him for a loop is the hawkins sweater you don in one of your photos that shows you fully clothed with your best friend

you're his age so why doesn't he recall you?

he flips through his old yearbook until he finds your photo. it wasn't too hard since you used your real name.

he looks at you and concludes that you've definitely changed. you've got a more mature face and the professional hair and makeup artists definitely played a big part in making you look ethereal

not to say you were ugly in highschool

because steves remembers finding you pretty cute, having considered pursuing you before nancy wheeler came along and stole his attention...

he can't help but fantasize what his life would be like if he went after you instead

if he carried your books and backpack, met up with you in the girl's bathroom, loved on you and stayed devoted...

when it comes time to vote for playmate of the year, he votes for you of course, even shamelessly hounding his friends to do the same. of course they tease him, robin even scoffing at him for being so caught up with something so stupid but he doesn't care

when you win he rejoices internally, knowing that you deserve that title more than anyone. now you're gonna be known as the most beautiful woman to the whole world, not just him

as a way of promoting your brand, your team encourages you to go back to your hometown to meet some of your fans

when steve gets wind of the news he nearly melts. he will do anything to see you, to breathe the same air as you

the time comes and he stands in the bookstore nervously, fidgeting and clutching his prized magazine fated to be signed

once he gets to the front he almost faints. you smile at him happily and greet him

he stutters out a "hello" and nervously slides his magazine to you. "i know you hear this a lot but you're gorgeous, i'm like in love with you-", he cuts himself off, internally cursing himself for rambling. you giggle and sign his magazine before asking for his name

"steve...steve harrington...", his voice trembles. "we, we actually went to high school together" he flashes you an awkward smile, trying to gain his suave nature back but failing miserably

you pause and think for a second before shaking your head, "i'm sorry, i don't remember a steve harrington, but i'm sure you were cool!" (you're fully lying, you just wanna humble him/embarrass him even more😈)

his face somehow gets redder and he nods, mumbling about how he understands

you slide the magazine back and wave him off, ready for the next person

as he walks to the side he looks at what you wrote:

"steve h.,

thanks so much for your support! you're my favorite fan! i'd love to see you again sometime!

xoxo..."

his fingers trace your words as he re-reads them over and over again

sure, it's just cheesy fluff that every celebrity writes

but it soon turns to a reality when he runs into you at the bar where he shows you just how much of a big fan he is...

(should i make this a full fic/series lmk...)

#steve harrington #steve stranger things #steve harrington x reader #stranger things

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taylortruther · 2 months

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the smallest man who ever lived makes me think of a conversation between a person who resents being in the other person's shadow like… why do you have to make me feel small? and power went to my head and i still talk to you when i’m screaming at the sky and i was making my own name, sorry for not making you my centerfold and it’s like i’m wasting your honor and you’re the hero flying around saving face and they lie and they lie and they lie a million little times and don’t call me kid and i was a dreamer before you went and let me down and what you did was just as dark as when they pulled me apart and i’m just too soft for all of it, pierced through the heart but never killed

#the smallest man who ever lived #tsmwel #ttpd predictions

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cassandrattpd · 3 months

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australian surprise songs

loving him was red.

the delicate beginning rush, the feeling you can know so much, without knowing anything at all. i don't wanna look at anything else now that i saw you. i want you for worse or for better. i want your midnights. i'm a fire and i'll keep your brittle heart warm. it's a goddamn blaze in the dark and you started it. laughing with my feet in your lap like you were my closest friend. faster than the wind, passionate as sin. i can tell that it's gonna be a long road. all these people think love's for show, but i would die for you in secret. i gave you all my best mes, my endless empathy. i stay when it's hard or it's wrong or we're making mistakes. and you know that i would swing with you for the fences, sit with you in the trenches, give you my wild, give you a child, give you the silence that only comes when two people understand each other, family that i chose now that i see your brother as my brother - is it enough? i'll be there if you're the toast of the town, babe, or if you strike out and you're crawling home. something keeps me holding onto nothing. give me back my girlhood, it was mine first. you had me crawling for you, honey, and it never would have gone away. i stay when you're lost and i'm scared and you're turning away. i'll give you my sunshine, give you my best, but the rain is always gonna come when you're standing with me. sorry for not making you my centerfold. i'd live and die for moments that we stole on begged and borrowed time. would it be enough if i could never give you peace? you've got your share of secrets and i'm tired of being last to know. a circus ain't a love story. this thing is breaking down, we almost never speak, i down feel welcome anymore. i damn sure never would have danced with the devil. he's gonna burn this house to the ground. fighting with him is like trying to solve a crossword and realizing there's no right answer. you say "i don't understand" i say "i know you don't." he poisoned the well, every man for himself. my mistake, i didn't know to be in love you had to fight to have the upper hand. did i close my fist around something delicate, did i shatter you? i thought i had you figured out. i never learned to read your mind, i couldn't turn things around. i can't let this go, i fight with you in my sleep. did i say something way too honest made you run and hide like a scared little boy? how can you say that you love someone you can't tell is dying? i fake a smile so he won't see. i sent you signals and bit my nails down to the quick. you never gave a warning sign (i gave so many signs). how the hell did we lose sight of us again? 'cause you were never mine. was it over when she laid down on your couch? she's got everything that i have to live without. before you go tell me this, was she worth it? your new girl is my clone. was she worth this mess? you should've said no, baby, and you might still have me. tell myself it's time now gotta let go. should've known i'd be the first to leave. could've loved you all my life if you hadn't left me waiting in the cold. so step right out, there is no amount of crying i can do for you. suddenly this summer it's clear. i'm getting tired even for a phoenix. pulled my car off the road to the lookout, could've followed my fears all the way down. can't breathe whenever you're gone. you're in london and i break down 'cause it's not fair that you're not around. i know my pain is such an imposition. my pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand. you feel so low you can't feel nothing at all. it's hard to be at a party when you feel like an open wound. the tomb won't close, stained glass windows in my mind.

#taylor swift #please ignore my middle of the night thread weaving at the present as theres a whole other half of this that didnt even fit on the post #that i need to reblog it and add #but its just like.....the australian surprise songs were entirely a narrative in and of themselves and i could NOT stop thinking about this #so i have been maniacally working on this #you may freely reblog once complete with its second half

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