#prom dress shopping music

[killerinstinctgold]

#prom dress shopping music #high school dreams best friends forever #my audio #old games #pc #early 2000s #my memories #high school dreams #music

[earthlcved]

“ i try not to think of my school years but sometimes i find myself wishing i’d been able to go to prom... “

#was watching carrie and it made me realize aggie never go the chance bc she couldn't afford to #so who is gonna set up a fake prom for her #go dress shopping #pick out some nice music to dance and talk to #but yknow. w out the bucket of pigs blood like in the movie gfshdfg #ic. #open.

[wheels-of-despair]

Heaven and Hell (Or: Eddie and Evil Woman Do… Prom?!) Pairing: Eddie Munson x You Summary: Eddie and Evil Woman are *checks notes* going to prom? Like normies?! Contains: A high school prom, two nervous freaks, an ill-fitting wardrobe, an unfortunate zit, dancing, references to other E/EW fics nobody will remember, relentless teasing, a happy ending. Words: 4.5k

"Prom's next month."

You stop playing with Eddie's hair and look down at the head lying in your lap in surprise.

He keeps his eyes on the TV. A blush creeps into his cheeks. Is Eddie Munson seriously thinking about going to prom? You fight a smile and start working your fingers through his hair again.

"Yup… that's what they said on the morning announcements."

Silence. No way he's that interested in the orange juice commercial you've seen ten times today. Eddie Munson is thinking about prom, and he's in the process of chickening out.

"You ever been?" you ask.

"Nah," he says, eyes still on the TV. "You?"

"Nah."

He bites his lip. You can't take it anymore.

"You thinkin' about going?"

He shrugs.

If you were a more patient person, you could poke and prod at him until he finally asked you. However…

"Well, if you were planning on asking me, you're too late."

He finally looks up at you, confusion on his face.

"I've rekindled my romance with Chief Hopper."

A smile spreads across Eddie's face.

"I'm sorry, Eddie," you sigh. "What we had was fun, but you just don't have the stamina. Sometimes a girl just NEEDS full night of porking."

You both snort at the same time, which leads to a fit of giggles.

When you recover, you brush his bangs out of his face. He sighs.

"So, uh…" He licks his lips while he tries to find his words. "If the bacon falls through, would you maybe think about going with me?"

You open your mouth to respond, but he cuts you off. "Because it's kinda my last chance, and I know it's stupid, and it goes against everything I stand for, and it'll probably be miserable, and the music's gonna suck, and you probably have a way better idea of what we could do that night, but… ugh, never mind."

Eddie turns back toward the TV, shaking his head so some of his hair hides his burning face. You gently brush it back behind his ear, looking down at him with all the love in your heart.

"Eddie?"

"Hm."

"You're the only person I'd think about going to prom with."

"Really?" He looks up at you with an uneasy smile.

"Yeah," you answer, tracing the shell of his ear.

"We don't have to."

"I know," you smile. "I want to go with you." He smiles back sleepily. "But if I get Carrie'd, I can't promise I'll spare you."

"Kay," he chuckles.

"Mother?" you ask, hovering in the living room doorway.

"Daughter?" she responds from the couch, without looking up from her book.

You take a deep breath and stare at the floor.

"Ineedapromdress."

"What?"

You sigh and raise your head. "I need a prom dress."

Her book drops to her lap, revealing wide eyes behind her glasses.

"What did you just say to me?"

"I need a prom dress," you repeat with a roll of your eyes.

"Oh my god! I have a child who's voluntarily attending a school function!"

"What's up?" Gareth asks from behind you.

"They're going to the prom!"

You slowly turn and see him looking at you in amusement.

"Shut up," you order before he can even say anything.

"She's even gonna wear a dress!" your mother shrieks.

"Shut up," you repeat, glaring at Gareth's stupid smirky face. "Kay, I'm going to bed, open to shopping suggestions and financial contributions, good night."

You squeeze past him and make a mad dash for your room.

"They're all gonna laugh at you!" Gareth warbles in his best Piper Laurie impression.

"Shut up!" you repeat one last time, then slam your bedroom door.

"He's heeeere," Gareth announces as he passes by your bedroom door.

"You look perfect," your mom assures you.

She's been working on your makeup for fifteen minutes, and it's finally the way she wants it. And you have to admit… you look pretty damn good.

She'd taken you to the city for a day of shopping, and after several hours of hunting, you'd actually found a dress without puffed sleeves, ruffles, or tulle.

"Give me a minute, I want the camera on his face when he sees you," your mom says excitedly.

"Mother, it's a high school prom, it's not our wedding."

"Let me have this!" she whisper-yells. She grabs her camera and leaves the room.

You take one last look at yourself, stand, and slip on your shoes. Heels. You're even wearing fucking heels.

You walk down the hall and turn into the kitchen…

Eddie Munson is wearing a suit.

You'd offered to help him look for one, or find him something in the city, but he said he had it covered. And he did. He's even wearing a tie, and he's tamed his hair somehow. He looks freakishly presentable (for Eddie) and is holding what you imagine is a corsage in a box.

"Hi."

"Hey."

You stand there and stare at each other. Awkward. It's awkward.

"Eddie! Give her the corsage!" Your mom stage-whispers.

He tries to hold it out to you, but fumbles it and drops it on the floor. You both reach down to get it, and you hear a RIIIP tear through the kitchen. You both stand immediately, looking and feeling your outfits.

"Was that you or me?" you ask, trying to feel the back of your dress. You knew this fucker was too tight. But your question is answered when all the blood drains out of Eddie's panicked face.

"Let me see, honey," your mom says gently, putting a hand on his shoulder to turn him. The seam in the back of his jacket has ripped.

"Dude! You Hulked out on prom night," Gareth laughs from his seat at the kitchen table.

You give him a warning shush, and for once, he obeys.

"Slip that off, I'll have it as good as new in no time." Your mom helps Eddie out of his jacket and takes it in the direction of her sewing machine. You carefully retrieve the corsage from the floor and put it on the table.

"Uh… that's for you," he mumbles, the color returning to his face.

"Thank you," you smile, leaving the box closed until your mother can return and witness this sacred and not-at-all stupid prom ritual.

You turn to Eddie and lift a hand to run through his suspiciously tame hair.

"Don't look at it," Eddie mumbles.

"Don't look at what?" you ask.

"His third eye," Gareth supplies helpfully. That's when you notice the zit between his eyes. Eddie's face reddens so much that it almost blends in. Gareth snickers. You pick up a damp kitchen towel, ball it up, and throw it at him. It hits him in the ear.

"Don't you have some place to be?" you ask pointedly.

"Nope," he grins, leaning back and lacing his fingers behind his head. "Mom's taking me to Jeff's after you leave."

You roll your eyes, reach for Eddie's hand, and pull him to your bedroom.

"Sit," you instruct, pointing at your desk. He drops into the chair with a defeated sigh. You start digging through your extremely elegant shoebox full of makeup, then realize what you need. "I'll be right back," you whisper with a kiss to the top of his head.

You return with a cotton ball.

"What's that?"

"Wite-Out. My make-up's too dark for you," you joke.

Eddie's brow furrows, and you apply a dab of peroxide to his unfortunate growth. When it dries, you reach for the concealer.

"What are you doing?" he asks nervously.

"Covering that up."

He sits silently and watches you reach for this and that to cover his bump, and when you stand back and smile, he frowns.

"What's wrong?" you ask. "I can wipe it off if you want, I thought you wanted it gone."

"I feel like a clown," he grumbles.

"You are a clown."

He pouts. You point at the mirror, and he leans over to see his camouflage… and his jaw drops. You lean down until your head is next to his, so you can see what he sees.

"Witchcraft," he whispers.

"You know it, babe," you wink.

"One freshly tailored suit jacket for the young lad," your mom announces as she steps into the room. Eddie stands, and she helps him into it. She brushes her hand along the seam. "Good as new!" she declares. "But no break-dancing tonight." Eddie laughs.

After the official corsage and boutonniere exchange in the kitchen, you're marched into the living room for pictures. Each pose is goofier than the last, but you aren't allowed to leave until your mom finishes off a roll of film.

You both breathe a sigh of relief when the van doors slam shut.

"You still wanna do this, or do you wanna go get blazed and hide out at my place?" Eddie asks, probably about 40% joking.

"What time is it?" you ask. Eddie consults his watch and reads the time back to you. You pretend to consider it for a second, then shake your head. "Chief Hopper is expecting me in 15 minutes, and my little piggy does not like to be kept waiting."

Eddie snorts and starts the engine. Hawkins High Prom 1986 it is.

"Where'd you get your suit?" you ask a few minutes into the surprisingly awkward drive.

"George. The thrift shop guy. Told him I needed something prom-worthy. This was his grandson's. 'He's a lanky thing, just like you,' he said."

"It's nice," you admire.

"It's a little small, but… y'know." Eddie shrugs. "Price was right."

"Is it uncomfortable?"

"It's… a little tight," he admits.

"Baby, you don't have to wear stuff if it makes you uncomfortable."

"It's fine… as long as I don't have to move my arms much."

"Is it the shirt too, or just the jacket?"

"Mostly the jacket, the shirt's got some stretch to it."

"Ditch it."

"Ticket says jacket and tie required."

"Ditch it as soon as they let us in."

"This is why you're the brains of this operation," he mumbles as he pulls into a parking spot.

"Correct," you grin.

"Stay," Eddie orders, hopping down and scrambling around the front of the van to open your door. You're suddenly reminded of your first official date; he'd tried so hard to be someone else, but you didn't want someone else. You wanted Eddie Munson, and you wanted him just the way he was. You take his hand and slide to the ground, wincing as your heels hit the pavement.

"Is your battle armor in here?" you ask, nodding toward the back.

"Of course."

"Fetch."

Eddie smirks and walks toward the back, and you shut your door and follow him. He grabs his leather jacket and patch-filled vest, and hugs the pair to his chest.

You reach for them, and he hands them over. You separate the pair while he watches nervously, like you're separating conjoined twins that he personally gave birth to.

"Lose the child-sized suit jacket," you instruct. He tries, but gets stuck almost immediately. You muffle a laugh and step behind him to help him out of it, then slide his plain leather jacket on.

He looks more comfortable already. And considerably more Eddie-like. You go to transfer his boutonniere to his jacket pocket… but he doesn't have one. A bit of quick thinking and one rip later, his dumb little flower is attached with a strip of duct tape. You step back to admire him.

"There he is," you smile.

"Now he's gotta find his girl," Eddie says, "and then they can go do this damn prom thing."

You look down at your outfit and back at him, but he's already digging… through your overnight bag?

"Eddie, what--"

He cuts you off by slapping the soles of your favorite sneakers on the floor of his van.

"You've been wincing with every damn step since you walked into the kitchen. Lose the shoes."

You grin and sit down to swap your heels for sneakers. Sneakers that Eddie vandalized during a particularly boring assembly. It was one of the reasons why they were your favorites; the boy's a ballpoint artist. The other was--oh, that's nice. You stand comfortably and breathe a sigh of relief.

"You want a little liquid courage?" Eddie asks, shaking a bottle of liquor at you.

"Sure," you answer. You each take a swig in hopes of making your night a little more bearable. Eddie stashes the bottle in the van and slams the back doors shut.

"M'lady," he says, offering an arm. You take it, and walk toward the Hawkins High gym doors. Any time now, alcohol.

A cheerleader-in-training eyes you warily, but takes your tickets and lets you pass by her table into the gym… decked out in streamers and balloons. Wicked classy, Hawkins High.

"And you say I never take you anywhere nice," Eddie grins.

"I have literally, not once, ever said that."

Eddie laughs and takes your hand.

"Munson?!" a voice shrieks.

"Yeah?" he asks uneasily, turning to see Mrs. O'Donnell.

"What are you doing here?"

You look at each other, and back at her.

"Whatever people usually do at prom, I guess?"

"I'll have no shenanigans from you tonight, Munson."

"Wouldn't dream of it, O'Donnell."

"Don't even think about going near that punch bowl," she warns.

"Why, what's in the punch bowl?" he asks. You try to keep a straight face.

"Just punch, and that's the way it's going to stay. Isn't that right, Mr. Munson?"

"Yes, ma'am," he says innocently.

Mrs. O'Donnell looks you both up and down, sucks her teeth in disapproval, and walks away without another word.

"Like I'd waste good liquor on these ungrateful assholes," he mumbles. "Do have an emergency flask in my pocket, by the way."

"Aww, and I thought you were just happy to see me."

"That's in the other pocket," he winks.

"C'mon," you laugh, pulling him to the other side of the gym. Once you're in a quiet spot, you scan the room for familiar faces. You knew you were pretty much on your own - all of the other Hellfire boys were having a movie marathon and sleepover at Jeff's - but you thought you'd look for potential allies anyway.

"There's Nancy Wheeler," you notice.

"And the Elder Byers," Eddie points out.

"I think we're on our own, babe."

"Just how I like it," he grins.

"You gonna dance with me, or just stand here lookin' pretty all night?" you ask.

Eddie responds by flipping his hair over his shoulder dramatically.

"C'mon," you smile, nodding toward the dance floor. He balks.

"This song sucks."

"Every song's gonna suck," you remind him.

"This one sucks more than average."

"Then how 'bout we visit the snack table and lay a curse on the punch while we wait for something that sucks slightly less?"

"This way, m'lady," he says nerdily, holding out his arm. You roll your eyes and take it anyway, working together to assemble a plate full of cheap snacks and two cups of unspiked punch. You retreat to the bleachers and pick at your bounty.

"So… this is a high school dance," he remarks.

"Yup… imagine, some people's entire high school careers revolve around this thing."

"I'd kinda rather be at home," he confesses.

"In our pajamas," you add.

"Watching shitty movies," he continues.

"Eating shittier pizza."

"Maybe fooling around a little?" He waggles his eyebrows and tilts his head toward the door.

"We went through a lot of trouble to get here, Edward. I went shopping. With my mother. You put on a suit. And a tie. And grew a stress zit."

"Shut up," he grumbles, hand instinctively touching the bump between his eyes. You lean in to kiss his cheek.

"Let's give it an hour. You've gotta dance with me at least once."

"Fine," he pouts. You feed him crackers, and he starts to relax a little.

When the opening chords of "Footloose" blare through the speakers, Eddie cringes. The people on the dance floor go wild.

"C'mon," you order, standing up and reaching for his hand.

"No."

"Yes."

"Absolutely not."

"Eddie Munson, you get your spastic ass on this dance floor with your dumb-ass classmates right now."

He whines, and looks… nervous? You sit back down, face full of concern. He scans the crowd, and you look too. Eyes keep darting to you. Not outright staring. Just keeping an eye on you. Like your whereabouts are a matter of public safety. You've been so focused on Eddie, you haven't bothered to pay attention to everyone else.

"It's just…" he starts, and then stops.

"Eddie?" you ask quietly, turning your head back to him. "This is our prom, too." You slide a little closer to him and hold his hand. "And I'm glad I'm here with you."

Eddie leans his forehead against yours and squeezes your hand.

"You think they're upset that we had the nerve to show up?" you smirk.

"Probably ruined their whole night," he grins. "Dear Diary, the freaks crashed prom."

"And ate all the fucking snacks," you laugh.

A flash makes you both jump.

"Sorry," Jonathan Byers smiles apologetically from behind his camera. "You guys were being cute, and Nancy demanded a photo for the yearbook."

"It's cool, man," Eddie grins. "Can we get a copy of that?"

"Sure," Jonathan nods. "They hired a professional photographer for portraits, by the way. Over in the corner. It's included in the ticket price."

"Cool," Eddie says.

"Anddd Nancy's waving me back," Jonathan groans. "You guys have fun tonight. At least some of the freaks should."

You and Eddie both chuckle as Jonathan goes back to Nancy for his next assignment, hearts in his eyes completely undermining his complaints.

"Well…" Eddie puffs his cheeks and blows out a breath of air. He's experienced all that prom has to offer, and is clearly not impressed.

"One picture, one dance, and we're the fuck outta here," you propose.

"Deal," he agrees.

You walk, hand-in-hand, over to the photographer's corner and get in line behind three other couples. Well, two. Kimmy Little sees you standing in line behind her, and drags her date off in the other direction. You and Eddie share a knowing look, but say nothing.

When the time comes, the photographer instructs you to assume the traditional prom photo position, and you do. You let Eddie hold you around the waist and smile like a total fucking jackass for several seconds while you wait for the flash. You and Eddie stumble away with spotty vision and hands tightly clasped. He's your lifeline, and you're not letting him go.

When your vision returns, you look from the bleachers to the exit. Is it really worth walking all the way back over there to sit and be bored, when you could just leave and have this lame night be over with?

Cyndi Lauper's "Time After Time" starts playing through the gym's shitty speakers, and you smile. You're a sucker for this one. Eddie looks at you with dread. He knows what's coming.

Silently, you slip backward into the crowd and pull him with you. He doesn't protest this time. He follows, eyes not leaving yours. The crowd must have parted for you. Perhaps there are advantages to loving the resident freak. You stand close and put his hands where they belong, and then yours. You stare into Eddie Munson's eyes and sway slowly to a song he tolerates, only for you.

You're glad you came. You're glad you're with him. You're glad this is the song you got to dance to. You're glad he made you swap your heels for sneakers.

But mostly, you're glad when the song is over, because you come together for a quick kiss and make a mad dash toward the exit.

"You son of a bitch," Eddie growls, trying to force his suit onto a hanger.

"Leave it, gremlin, I'll do it."

"Thank you," Eddie grins, throwing his suit on the bed and kissing your freshly scrubbed cheek. You'd washed off all your makeup and hair products together, had a little fun in the shower, put on pajamas, and smoked a joint to wind down. You were thrilled to look and feel like yourselves again. "I'm gonna go pop a pizza in the oven. Put something good on, I need to cleanse my poor ears of the top 40 garbage they were subjected to tonight."

"Yes, dear," you deadpan, hanging up your dress as he exits the room.

"Music!" he whines from the hallway.

"FINE!" you yell back. You pop in the first mix tape you find and turn up the volume. You force Eddie's suit on a hanger, put the formal-wear in the hall closet, and join him in the kitchen.

He's sitting on the counter, watching the clock and drinking directly out of a nearly empty two-liter pop bottle.

"You really know how to treat a girl," you smirk.

He burps in response.

You feel like you should roll your eyes or pretend to be annoyed, but you're so in love with this fucker, you find every dumb thing he does to be charming. You lean on the counter next to him, and he hands you the bottle. You take a swig, then pretend it's a microphone.

"I'm here with Eddie Munson of Corroded Coffin, who has just been to his first and last school dance! Tell us, Eddie, how was the Hawkins High prom?" you ask, placing the open bottle by his mouth.

"Sucked dick, thanks for asking!"

"It did not suck dick!" you protest, slamming the bottle on the counter with a slosh.

"It sucked some pretty major dick," he argues.

"You got to spend time with the woman you love! In a formal setting! She wore a damn dress for you!"

"I like her better in pajamas."

"Only because I'm not wearing a bra," you scoff.

"Well… I mean, yeah," he says, hopping off the counter and taking your hands in his. "Don't get me wrong, the dress was great. Have deposited the cleavage situation in the spank bank, so thanks for that. But this is just… better. 'Cause this is us."

When you're right, you're right.

The opening chords of Black Sabbath's "Heaven and Hell" play through Eddie's bedroom speakers, and a wave of appreciation for where you are and who you're with washes over you.

"No bowtie-wearing jocks or frilly little bitches staring at us," you smile, sliding your hands to his shoulders and pulling him close.

"No restrictive clothing," he smirks, letting his eyes linger on your chest as he settles his hands on your waist.

"Eyes are up here, Munson," you remind him as you begin to sway subtly.

He looks up and grins. "Those are pretty okay, too, I guess."

You smack him in the chest, and he laughs.. and then his face falls.

"You tricked me," he accuses.

"How did I trick you?"

"This is our second dance!"

"Yes, but its to our music, so it's counteracting the pop-adjacent one at the actual dance."

"Ugh, fine," he pretends to cave with a roll of his eyes.

You keep dancing until the song starts to pick up, and Eddie looks at you with his eyes full of mischief. He starts moving just a little faster from side to side, swaying with the music as it builds. Before you know it, those spastic moves you tried to coax out of him at prom were coming out in his kitchen. You would have been perfectly satisfied to just watch him dance like a dweeb, but he grabs both of your hands and forces you to join him. You do so happily.

You dance, you spin, and you laugh together in the Munson's kitchen to a mixtape of Eddie's own making. It's the most fun you've had in weeks. Why did you spend so long stressing over prom? Prom was nothing. Prom was a bunch of rich kids in tacky, overpriced clothes that you'd be laughing at in twenty years. This is real. This is what you should be living for.

When the song begins to wind down, you and Eddie are nearly out of breath from all the head-banging and jumping around. The slow dancing resumes without complaint.

"I think this is the Heaven part," you observe.

"Huh?"

"Heaven and Hell," you say, looking up into his beautiful red face. His bangs are stuck to his sweaty forehead. His zit has lessened in intensity after a post-shower application of peroxide. His eyes are big and round and curious. This boy is perfect, and he's all yours. "Prom was Hell. Other people are Hell. This, right here? Me and you? This is the Heaven part."

Eddie's eyes crinkle as he smiles. He pulls you in close and crushes you in a hug. You squeeze him back and breathe in the calming, familiar scent of him. You love this boy more than anything.

"I love you," you mumble into his shoulder.

"I love you too," he responds. "Even if you did make me go to prom."

"This was your idea, fool," you laugh, giving him a backwards shove.

"Not how I remember it," he grins. He laces his fingers and holds them under his chin, bats his eyelashes, and continues in a high-pitched voice that sounds nothing like you: "'Oh Eddie my love, please, won't you take me to prom? It would be the highlight of my life!' Pretty sure you begged. Groveled, even."

"You are insufferable," you laugh, pushing him away from you.

"You're the one who made me go to prom!"

"You know, Munson, according to the pamphlets that everyone's been throwing at me all week, most teenagers have sex on prom night. But I think you're gonna have to get your ass kicked instead. C'mere."

"No!" he yelps, backing into a corner. "Please! I have children!"

"We don't have to share our pizza with them, do we?" you laugh, too lazy to engage in a play-fight with him.

"Pfft. No." He relaxes. "I wouldn't even share with you if I didn't have to."

Your jaw drops.

"I'm kidding!" he insists, coming forward to envelop you in a hug. You go rigid and refuse to hug him back. "I'm kidding. You know I'd save my last Fudge Round for you."

"Oh, really?" you smile, looking up at him.

"Eh… Nutty Buddy, maybe?" He screws up his face in concentration. "Nah. Oatmeal Creme Pie?"

"You are unbelievable," you scoff with a shake of your head.

"You love me anyway."

"Yeah, I guess," you sigh in defeat. "But please don't tell Chief Hopper. It would break his heart."

"Oh my God," Eddie groans, pushing you away and rolling his eyes toward the ceiling.

You cackle, and the oven timer dings.

This is definitely Heaven, but you've still gotta give him a little Hell.

#writings of despair #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x evil woman

[wasawattpadkid]

Masquerade

Summary: Tonight's prom night at Woodsboro high and the theme is masquerade ball.

Pairing: Billy Loomis x fem!reader

Warnings: ⚠️18+ smut⚠️ fingering fem!receiving, dirty talk, exhibitionism, biting, masks, foul language, dubious consent,

You were excited for prom. Sydney was your date because you didn't want her going alone. Her and Billy had broke up just a week before the event. It was a shitty thing to do even for Billy. The theme was Masquerade ball. Your red rhinestone mask matched the dress your friends helped pick out. Tatum gasped the moment she saw the dress hanging in the shop window. She convinced you the over the shoulder red and white ombre dress would look good with your skin tone. Sydney's black and red dress matched yours to a T.

"Well look at you two!" Stu clapped as you and Sydney posed. "Babe take a picture of me and the girls." Tatum handed him the Nikon camera as she ran towards you both. "Say, "we're getting laid tonight!"" You laughed as he snapped a few photos. "I'm getting drunk, not laid." Sydney said finishing off the glass of wine she stole from Stu's fridge. "I guess that means I'll be the designated driver then." You were the only one that hadn't had a single drink yet. "Not tonight you won't." Tatum kissed her boyfriend before finishing his sentence. "Stu got a limo for us. We are about to be the hottest bitches at Woodsboro high."

Stu jumped out once the limo pulled in front of the building. "Ladies." He held out his hand helping each one of you out. "How the mask look?" He asked pointing to his face. The mask was devil themed having little horns sprouting at the top. Tatum's matched his being more feminine in nature. "I think it looks badass." He stuck his tounge out in celebration. "Y/n can you help me tie mine?" Sydney asked holding up the accessory to her face. "Yeah, hold up your hair for me." Tatum started to walk with Stu telling you she'd meet you inside. "That isn't too tight is it?" She shook her head. "No, it's fine. Are you ready?" Sydney asked picking up on your nerves.

"I am if you are. Let's go have fun." You held her hand as you walked in. The gymnasium was filled with students just standing around talking. There was no way you'd find Tatum and Stu before the night was over. "Jesus!" Sydney exclaimed as someone ran into her. "Are you okay?" You grabbed her arm pulling her upright. "I'm trying to be optimistic." She said through gritted teeth. "Let's just get something to drink and sit down for a bit."

"Sydney?" A girl said running up to you both. "It's Judy! From drama class?" Sydney squinted thinking. "Oh my gosh Judy! I could hardly tell who you were with that mask." Sydney looked over at you having no clue who Judy from drama class was. "You should come over to our table. Randy said he's been meaning to talk to you." Your friend looked at you not knowing what to say. "Go ahead I'm going to go to the bathroom. Powder my nose." You joked. Judy and Sydney went off leaving you alone at the table in the corner. It's where you knew you'd end up anyways.

"It's not as fun as the movies said it'd be." The man spoke taking a seat next to you. "No it's not- Billy!" He was enemy number one right now after what he did to Sydney. The audacity to even show up was insane. "I thought these masks were supposed to hide your identity?" His hair was slicked back leaving the mask on full display. "They are but you had to pick the one that made you look like the phantom of the opera." You scoffed playing with the fabric of your dress. "It's kinkier than the cheap little plastic ones they gave out." His hand sat on top of your thigh underneath the table.

"Billy you shouldn't be here at all let alone talking to me. What you did to Syd was cruel." He smiled like you said something funny. "Would you rather me cheat on her?" He spoke dangerously close to your ear. The music was loud forcing the proximity between the two of you. "What do you mean?" You asked becoming paranoid of someone catching you. "I mean I left her for you." You pulled back looking at him in shock. He rolled his neck popping the bones loudly. "For me? In what world would I want to get with you?" He once again scooted closer dragging a finger down your arm.

You swallowed dryly as his lips grazed the shell of your ear. "Don't play dumb now. I've seen the way you look at me." Your eyes darted to the floor knowing you were guilty. "See. I'm right." His voice was intoxicating and if this continued you weren't sure what would happen. "So? That doesn't mean I want to sleep with you." You snapped as his hand slowly dragged the fabric of your dress upwards. "That's true but I'm sure you want me to help take care of the ache between your legs. The one that's got your hips moving ever so slowly trying to get friction, am I right?" You shook your head.

"No." His hand made contact with your bare thigh making you sit up straight. "We can't." You said as your tried to push the dress back down. "Relax. No one is paying attention to us." You looked around trying to find just one pair of wandering eyes. His hand slid between your thighs causing your breath to catch in your throat. "Remind me to thank the prom committee for the tablecloths. It's a nice touch." His fingers trailed softly up and down your underwear driving you crazier than you already were. "You're a prick. Sydney should have dumped your ass." He pinched the sensitive skin on your inner thigh causing you yelp in pain. "Don't be rude." You looked around praying the music drowned you out. "It's unbecoming."

His fingers started to draw circles over your clothed clit. "You don't have to fight me Y/n, I've already won." Billy's arrogance only made you want him more. "Fuck you. You haven't won anything." He raised his eyebrows with surprise. You were always sexier when you were mad. "Oh really?" He whispered. "In that case get up and walk away." You stayed still letting his fingers continue their motion. "Not so strong after all huh?" You tried to control you breathing as he applied more pressure to your cunt. His hand made it's way back to his lap as he adjusted himself in a more comfortable position. "I want you to slide off your panties and hand them to me." You opened your mouth to protest but he spoke once more.

"No questions. Hand them to me and you'll get them back once we're done here." You looked at the masked man making sure he was serious. His eyes were sharp looking at you like a predator would his prey. Slowly not to make much noise you slid the fabric over your thighs being careful not to catch them on your heels. "Atta girl." He said as he put them in his pocket. His hand found it's way back between your thighs. His index finger ghosted over your clit making you tremble with anticipation. "You look beautiful tonight." He spoke looking at the way your chest heaved with every word he said. "Just shut up and help me."

His hand stopped moving. "That was rude. I think it'd be far more embarrassing for you if I taught you manners in front of everyone don't you think?" You weren't sure what that entailed but you didn't want to find out. "Besides I know you love when I talk you through it. I honestly think with a little more time I could probably made you cum with just my words." You squeezed your thighs around his hand silently begging for friction.

"But time is what we don't have." He whispered before pulling away leaving his hand where it was. "Where's Sydney?" Stu asked looking at you with a grin. Billy began swirling his fingers around your clit enjoying watching you squirm under pressure. "Uhm- She went off to talk to Randy." Stu nodded looking at Billy for a second. "So what are you doing over here with her?" Your hips jerked just slightly needing more pressure. "Just checking up on her. Why don't you go check up on your girlfriend?" Billy hinted and Stu looked between the both of you. "I'll see you after awhile Y/n."

The man walked away leaving you and Billy alone once more. "You did very good." He praised as his fingers slipped down towards your entrance. Slowly he pushed two fingers in making your head lull back. A moan fell upon his ears only and the fact you made those noises for him excited him even further. "I know, I know." He whispered as his fingers sped up. "Billy..." You grabbed his wrist squeezing it so hard it was sure to leave a bruise. He removed his fingers making you whine at the loss. "I want you to move your hips like just you were earlier." Billy said as his two fingers rested right over your clit. You were unsure of yourself as you started to move your hips. "That's it." You moaned as you grinded against his hand.

Your muscles tightened as a pressure within you began to build. "Billy.. I-" The words were slurred barley coming out as English. "I know baby. Keep moving those pretty hips of yours." You held his hand in place as your arousal soaked your thighs. "Are you going to cum? You've already made such a mess it'd be a waste if you didn't finish." It sounded like a threat but he had no intention of stopping your beautiful movements. You bit your lip trying to stop the noises he so desperately wanted to hear. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" You cried quietly hiding your head on his shoulder. You bit down needing something to prevent you from screaming. "Shit!" Billy cursed in pain. Your legs shook and your whole body seemed to give out all at once.

Billy held you as you fought to catch your breath. "Y/n?" Sydney asked stumbling upon your frail state. "She's wasted. You shouldn't leave her alone." Billy accused his ex girlfriend of wrong doing. "You're right I shouldn't have. Creeps like you take advantage." You blinked trying to come down from your high. "I'm okay I just need some air." You tried to stand on shaky knees almost collapsing. Billy leaned down whispering once again. "Just wait a second." Sydney eyed her ex with nothing but pure hatred. "Go find Tatum I'll walk her outside." Billy said standing up carefully pulling you up with him. You fixed your dress the best you could. The wrinkles would be obvious if it wasn't so dark.

"How about you go find Tatum and I'll walk her out." Sydney argued to Billy's disappointment. "I saw her go into the bathroom I can't really get her there can I?" He seethed trying his best to keep the peace. "Y/n if he tries anything hit him in the balls." You managed a laugh finally being able to breathe. Sydney took off quickly to tell Tatum it was time to go. "This never happened." You said as he walked you to the doors. "It definitely did." He quipped as the fresh air hit your face. "These are yours I believe." He pulled out your panties displaying them for the world to see. You quickly snatched them bunching them up into your hand. "I hate you and I hate prom." You muttered more than disappointed in yourself. Billy dusted off his vest fixing the mask on his face. "You know, I'm just beginning to like it."

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[baesimss]

simmisota calendar overview

while i continue to work on more world overviews. i thought it would be cool to share what a calendar year looks like in my simmisota save file. i will continue to update this post as my calendar changes and holidays are added/removed.

in my game there are 21 day seasons, which gives me a total of 84 days in a year. i did my best to find a good balance of having holidays for my sim to celebrate but also having enough free days for my sims to celebrate birthdays, events and just live normal days.

please note: this calendar overview does not reflect any of my sim's personal birthdays, events nor does it reflect any game festivals or events.

let's get into the specific holidays i like to include in my game:

spring overview

spring cleaning: a semi-annual holiday for sims to cleanse their homes and prep for the new season ahead. traditions include: cleaning, do laundry, go grocery shopping.

tax day: a day where sims are required to pay their taxes. i accomplish this by using kiarasims4 tax day mod. traditions include: file tax return.

easter: a religious holiday. traditions include: attend holiday ceremony, baking, egg hunt, family dinner, flower bunny.

self-care day: a day for sims to take off work/school and cater to their mental, physical and spiritual wellness. traditions include: art & music spirit, health & wellness day, massage, meditate, relax in sauna, no school/work.

april fool's day: a day that encourages sims to be silly & have fun. traditions include: ding dong ditch, mischief spirit.

mary jane day: for my sims who enjoy a little flower. traditions include: smoking weed.

earth day: a day for sims to cater to the planet. traditions include: beach cleanup, gardening, volunteer.

mother's day: a day to love & appreciate all the mama sims. tradition's include: family dinner, gift a parent, hug parent, thankful spirirt, no work for women.

world art day: a day to appreciate all forms of the arts. traditions include: art & music spirirt, art exhibition, view art, watch live performance, watch a movie.

remembrance day: a day to reflect, mourn & appreciate loved ones who have passed. traditions include: hug parent, remembrance, thankful spirirt, visit family members.

prom: an event for high school seniors. traditions include: dancing, drinking, visit crush, party spirit.

summer overview

father's day: a day to love & appreciate all the sim daddys. traditions include: family dinner, gift a parent, hug parent, thankful spirirt, no work for men.

senior skip day: a day for high school seniors to ditch school. traditions include: party spirit.

graduation / last day of school: the last day of school for all sims and graduation for high school and college seniors. traditions: include: thankful spirit.

summer vacation: no school for the summer. traditions include: school holidays, water fun, play with toys, games.

simdependence day: traditionally a day to celebrate the history of simmisota and simnation but has become more about fireworks, bbqs & pool parties. traditions include: bbq, drinking, fireworks, go swimming, kiddie pool, no school/work.

1st day of school: marks the return to school for the next school year. traditions include: hug parent, make seasonal craft, read a book, writing skill.

fall overview

fall cleaning: a semi-annual holiday for sims to cleanse their homes and prep for the new season ahead. traditions include: cleaning, do laundry, go grocery shopping.

labor day: a vacation day for all employed sims, in appreciation for all the hard work they do. most sims use it to catch up with friends and go on dates. traditions include chat with someone, romantic spirirt, visit friends, no work.

self-care day: a day for sims to take off work/school and cater to their mental, physical and spiritual wellness. traditions include: bath, cook healthy, do a yoga routine, health & wellness day, meditate, no school/work.

halloween: a spooky holiday where sims enjoy dressing up, eating candy and watching scary movies. traditions include: carve pumpkin, halloween party, haunted house, trick or treat, wear costumes.

homecoming game: the highly anticipated football match between ubrite and foxbury. there are often a ton of college parties before and after the game. traditions include: sports tv, play cards, party spirirt, air grievances.

thanksgiving: a holiday for sims to appreciate their loved ones with a big feast. traditions include: donate, harvestfest, thankful spirirt, grand meal, visit family members, no school/work.

black friday: a capitalist holiday where sims to flock to the stores in search of good deals for the holidays. traditions include: go shopping, no school.

winter overview

winter vacation: a seasonal break in the school year. traditions include: no school.

christmas eve: a day for sims to get into the holiday spirit and prep for christmas day. traditions include: baking, build snowpal, father winter, volunteer, make seasonal craft, no school/work.

christmas: a religious holiday that has become a day for sims celebrate their loved ones with gifts and a big feast. traditions include: attend holiday ceremony, donate, festive spirirt, grand meal, open presents, no school/work.

new year's eve: a day for sims to reflect and celebrate on the past year, most sims are still on a high from christmas. traditions include: countdown to midnight, dancing, drinking, play with toys, no school/work.

new year's day: a day for sims to get focused on their goals for the year ahead. traditions include: cook healthy, make resolutions, journal, read a book, travel to the gym, no school/work.

bookworm day: a day that encourages sims to embrace their love of literature, no matter the genre. traditions include: read a book, tell stories.

super bowl sunday: the day of the annual championship football game - sims often host parties to watch the game together. traditions include: air grievances, drinking, eat pizza, sports tv.

valentine's day: a day for sims to get into the romantic spirit and show appreciation to their partners. traditions include: go on a date, romantic spirit, visit crush, woohoo, watch romantic tv.

wcif?

all of my traditions are from the following creators: kiarasims4, caradriel, littlemssam, & msqsims.

21 day seasons mod is from littlemssam

tax day mod is from kiarasims4

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[yuikomoriemo]

DIABOLIK LOVERS HEADCANONS PAGE 2

If the sakamakis/mukamis had TV as kids they'd definitely be watching cartoon network and MTv

Yui one time as revenge waxed laitos eyebrows-

Ayato caught yui watching TWILIGHT and started to act like Edward towards her-

During pride month the brothers take yui to pride but REIJI ACTS LIKE ONE OF THOSE ALLY MOMS 😭XD

Kanato is only scared of one thing...BATHS

One time yuma ate a raw egg when ruki refused to help him shop for more food since his garden crops couldn't handel the heat

Occasionally whenever Kou loses it he loves to smash a bottle on yumas head-

Reiji snuck out to a Malice Mizer concert once (Shu found out but never told anyone)

Kanato watches child's play-

Karl- he is better than reiji with phones

One time kous fans picked on yui that resulted in kou actually making his fans scared of him-

Shu thinks all vampire movies except for "Interview with a Vampire" and "Dracula" are bullshit

(Canon)Yuma devours more than someone's blood-

One time when Laito and Kou were watching desperate housewives laito did what Orson did to bree and put sleeping pills in his drink WHICH RESULTED IN HIM PASSING OUT ON STAGE DURING A CONCERT

Kanatos committed more than murder

Genderbend headcanon- male cordelia would treat the triplets better and cordelia would've loved to have girls instead

Yui used to get picked on by other church girls-

On Halloween reiji gives trick or treaters toothpaste-

Yui would be a nervous vampire-

Actors au: Shu and reiji would be besties irl and ayato would be so clingy to yui and laito cringes during bloopers-

Kou once suprised a fan on their birthday-

Actors au again- laito would have the most frequent bloopers

AYATO...HAS MADE A FANFICTION-

yuis favourite music artist is lady gaga-

Cordelia if she was more verbally abusive would be one of those 1930s mothers when their husband isn't home from work-

I think christa would have been better off with a lobotomy instead of suffering and if she did get one subaru most likely would cry after leaving her during a visit.

Yui went to prom and purposely dressed as CARRIE thanks to kanato

Reiji and Ruki argue about politics-

One time Reiji scolded kanato for 4 hours because he couldn't answer 6 times 3-

Kou grade average is A+(or grade 6-9 in the UK) thanks to rukis painful tutor sessions.

Ayato once went to the school Councillor and by the end the Councillor had to go to a therapist and the THERAPIST HAD TO GO TO ANOTHER THERAPIST AND THE OTHER THERAPIST HAD TO- you get the picture.

Another actors Au thing, During one of the bite scenes with reiji he actually bit yui hard by accident and became a sobbing mess with yui just laughing trying to comfort him 😭😭.

If the sakamakis played smash or pass with the mukamis the only one with the most passes is ruki and yuma (because shu "killed" his brothers for saying smash to yuma-)

Yuma 100% has a southern accent COME ON COWBOY YUMA IS CANON

One time ayato accidentally blasted cupcake(...GULP GULP GULP CUPCAKE-) when reiji was hosting something-

Subaru draws pictures or takes photos of the now modern world for Christmas as a gift and a sorry that she can't live in it..*SOBS*.

@yuma-mukami-garden-god @notdiabolika @diabolikpersonals

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[evan-collins90]

The first Torrid store - Brea Mall - Brea, CA (Opened April 18, 2001)

Designed by JGA, Inc. 

From the book: “The retailer, Hot Topic, based in City of Industry, CA, started a short 12 years ago with a concept and a target market; cutting edge apparel, accessories and novelty items--all inspired by alternative music, oriented towards a hip and trendy, teenage market. Hot Topic changed the look of their retail settings, which are usually located in mainstream malls, and the company has recently taken aim at another special market. The new focus is on plus-size teens; an area that the fashion market seems to have neglected. 

Up until this time the 15-30 year old hip and trendy young women who wear sizes 14-26 had no other choice but to shop in the larger size women's shops where the fashions were tailored to the more matronly and conservative tastes. That is how Torrid was born! 

Torrid was introduced in a new, hot and fun retail setting designed by JGA, Inc. of Southfield, MI which has designed the various prototypes for the Hot Topic stores as well. To be sure of the need for such a niche to be filled, the company opened five Torrid shops almost simultaneously; the first in Brea, CA, followed by stores in malls in Mission Viejo, CA, Annapolis, MD, Omaha, NE, N. Attleboro, MA, and Littleton, CO. The merchandise offerings are clustered as "Streetwear," "Clubwear," Rockabilly Wear," and Renaissance Wear" and the stores average about 2,750 SF. Besides the "everyday" slacks and novelty T-shirts, these larger size young women can find black vinyl pants and mini-skirts, black corsets, dog-collar chokers and platform shoes as well as retro-inspired clothing and accessories. In addition to the gothic and prom dresses, Torrid also carries a full line of lingerie for this particular market. Listening to the target market, Hot Topic's Torrid offers teenagers and up the opportunity to look "girly yet fierce." 

The design objective for the prototype store that was designed by JGA, Inc. was to create "a celebration of abundance" and make the setting as unique, unconventional and spirited as the plus-size young women who will be shopping here. Inspired by a "mythological, after-hours club in New Orleans," the atmosphere is romantic, dark and filled with a sense of "unbridled passion." "From the signature flaming heart icon to the curving voluptuous lines throughout the store, excessive materials and scale mirror the zest of the Torrid woman." It starts out front with the shopper-stopping facade which serves as a dramatic gateway to the store. 

The curvaceous and sensuous "hourglass" figures of the Torrid customer is expressed in the hand-crafted metalwork and the backlit translucent glass glowing red. A "drippy" red chandelier and the hand blown flaming heart torcheres add to the store's distinctive sense of place and being. The mosaic porcelain tile floor sets the color palette of jewel tones and metallics. "Visually complex, layers of finishes and architectural pieces evoke a one-of-a-kind artistic flavor." The eclectic mix of fixtures, furniture and furnishings-even the armoires--add to the New Orleans flavor. The hand painted, whimsical and overscaled armoires or cabinets are used to anchor the various zones within the store and at the center of the space a large bronze metallic drape further divides the departments.

The designers added special touches to each area to create that unique, one-of-a-kind feeling to the design. Specially designed, oversized red sculptured chairs with slatted backs are featured in the shoe area. Shoes and accessories are displayed on the slatted backs. The lingerie area takes on a more intimate and exotic--almost Moroccan--feeling with the hand blown glass chandeliers suspended down from large plaster domes. Seen behind this area--beyond a hand painted wall and arc--are the individual, oversized dressing rooms which are equipped with flattering uplights and decorative chandeliers that are visible from other parts of the store. The cash wrap becomes a "focal fantasy" in the total design and it resembles a giant canopy bed topped with twisting shapes and forms.

The space is filled with a pulsating excitement that is so appropriate for the merchandise and the young clientele. In addition to the shimmering palette of rich, deep colors, the warm colored downlights not only enrich the ambient colors and textures but they enhance the merchandise display. The traditional long and narrow mall space is broken up into more personal and individual zones by the variations in ceiling heights, the tin ceilings, finials and the assorted wall coverings. The use of brocades, metallics, and jewel tones on the walls also help to differentiate areas in the store. The metal fixture system--tortoise shell like in appearance--was customized to accommodate the products unique size and length requirements.

If all goes as well as anticipated we can expect to see more and more Torrid shops opening up across the USA- maybe even as many as 700 outlets!”

Images and text were scanned from the book, Stores of the Year 14 by Martin Pegler (2003)

[stvharrngton]

a lesson in romantics; lesson ten

summary: a multi-part series where reader is the new art teacher at hawkins high and the history teacher, mr. harrington, takes a shine to the new girl. mutual pining ensues on their road to love 🥀

a/n: aaaand that’s a wrap! (sort of 👀) i just want to say a quick thank you to everyone who has read or reblogged or commented anything on this series. it’s been something totally out of my comfort zone compared to what i usually write lol and it’s been hard sometimes to want to stick with it but i have done (somehow!!) 🥺 but stick around for the alternative ending coming soon 👀😮‍💨

characters: steve harrington x fem!reader, robin buckley

word count: 1.4k

warnings: none, fluff, happy ending

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SERIES MASTERLIST

HAWKINS HIGH, MAY 1993

The school year had soon run its course and was coming to the end, the summer break right around the corner but not before the big end of year senior prom. It had been a big year for you, with its ups and its downs, but you were looking forward to your first summer in Hawkins, you couldn’t lie.

You had your dress picked out, something simple yet formal enough to chaperone at a high school prom. It was a long and a deep red, with capped sleeves at the shoulders, the fitted material fitting you perfectly. Every time you caught a glance of it hung up in your wardrobe, your mind would drift to seeing Steve in a tux for the first time.

It was silly really. You felt like you were getting ready for your own senior prom, rather than one at a school where you taught at.

The evening soon rolled around and you were sat on your couch, patiently waiting for your ride to pick you up. Your car was in the shop, much to your dismay, your knight in shining armour had saved the day.

The knock soon came at your apartment door, the man standing behind it wore a suit with a simple black bow tie, his hair perfectly tousled, wire frame glasses perched on the bridge of his nose and his mouth hanging open for way, way too long.

“Wow,” he breathed, “you look—,”

“Is it too much?” you blurted out, feeling a tad overdressed as you made your way to the passenger side of the car. Steve held your hand as you lowered yourself into the cream leather seat.

“No, God, no,” he insisted, leaning down with you so you could see the bashful smile on his face, “it’s perfect, I promise, you look perfect.”

~

The prom was in full swing, students dolled up and suited and booted dotted across the school gym as the music blared and the lights strobed. The teachers were spread across different corners of the gym, hands stuffed in pockets or nursing a red solo cup filled with punch, on-looking the students on the dancefloor.

Robin sauntered over to Steve, slinging her suited arm over his shoulder, coming in close before she spoke.

“You all set for tonight? Big plan still in action?” Robin joked, her hand patting Steve’s shoulder as she spoke.

He rolled his eyes as he pushed the frames of his glasses back up his nose, “Please don’t call it a ‘big plan’, it makes it sound like some kind of scheme, Robin.”

“Whatever,” she scoffed, taking a sip from her cup, “I’d wish you good luck, Steve but I don’t think you’ll need it. Not from the way she’s been trying to sneak a glance at you everytime she thinks you’re not looking all night.” Robin said all cocky as she nodded over to where you were standing.

Steve tried not to let that linger in his mind too much, tried not to think about how he was doing the exact same thing to you all night. Teachers and students kept you away from him with their short conversations and jokes but Steve was damned if he was going to let that from carrying out his plan tonight.

As it got a little later, a little quieter, Steve finally found a minute to sneak up behind you, his large hand hovering over your back as he leaned in to ask, ‘You wanna get out of here?’

You snorted at the question and the implication of it, “You don’t wanna see who gets crowned Prom King and Queen, Mr. H?” you said with a smirk, raising one of your eyebrows.

“Not really my scene,” Steve said casually, “come on, there’s a great little diner just outside of town that does the best milkshakes. You’re telling me that doesn’t sound amazing right now?”

You couldn’t lie, that did sound amazing and so that’s how you found yourself sat on the hood of the burgundy BMW, strawberry milkshake in hand as the neon diner sign blinked in the dark sky. Steve’s dinner jacket thrown around your shoulders as the cool spring air nipped at your skin.

The space between you was silent, but a comfortable silence. The only sound around was the occasional car driving past and the hum of the radio of Steve’s car. It wasn’t until the next song ticked over that Steve made his first move,

Friday I’m in Love by The Cure began to flow throughout the speakers and out through the windows as Steve held his hand out to you, a coy smile on his face as he asked, “Dance with me?”

You placed your hand in his and you couldn’t help the heat that crept up your cheeks. He pulled you close, his hands held you at your waist whilst you tentatively slung yours over his broad shoulders. He swayed you back and forth in the diner parking lot, not giving a single damn about the funny looks you might be getting.

You giggled at the situation you found yourself in and Steve’s ears immediately pricked up at the sound, “What’s so funny?” he asked, voice quiet like he was afraid to disturb the peaceful moment between you.

“Oh, nothing,” you insisted, your mascara covered lashes fluttering against your cheeks, “I’ve just never slow danced to The Cure before and definitely never in a parking lot, either.”

“First time for everything,” Steve said so casually, so coolly, “and hey, it’s a good song!” He took your one hand in his now, as he span you around and back in again singing along to the words of Robert Smith.

Your hand hit Steve’s firm chest as he span you around again as he sang the words, “It’s Friday, I’m in love.” He couldn’t help but grin at you but you could only hide your bashful smile in Steve’s shoulder.

“Come on,” he cooed, “don’t get all shy on me now.” Steve dropped your hand now but let his long fingers tuck themselves under your chin so he could bring your gaze back to him.

You blinked up at him, all bright eyed and hopeful as if Steve’s eyes held all the answers. You whispered out a ‘sorry’ and you couldn’t help but let your gaze fall to his pretty pink lips.

“Can I try something?” He asked, voice as smooth as velvet. The way his fingers moved from your chin to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, how they lingered by your neck before they finally cupped your cheek, it told you that just maybe, you may be on the same page.

And so you nodded, laying your hands flat on his chest, waiting for what was coming. Your lashes fluttered as your eyes closed as Steve leaned in, his warm breath tickling your lips as he brushed them against your own.

The kiss was everything you ever could have dreamed of. Soft and sweet as the butterflies churned in your stomach, the metaphorical sparks igniting as Steve pulled you in closer with every second that went by. You felt as giddy as a teenager that was experiencing her first kiss, like it was your first date with your high school sweetheart, like it was your own senior prom.

Steve made you breathless and your knees weak. It was like all the feelings you tried to convince yourself that you didn’t have came bubbling back up to the surface, pouring out through your kiss. Nothing else mattered right now, except for you and Steve, standing in the middle of the diner parking lot.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that for,” Steve breathed against your lips when you finally managed to pull yourself away from him long enough, “it’s been driving me crazy.”

You grinned before your bottom lip found its way between your teeth, your brain doing its best to muster up a quip in reply. Especially when all you could think about was how badly you wanted to kiss Steve again.

“Is that so?” you teased, fingers drawing circles over the material of Steve’s shirt, you could see the blush creeping on his cheeks underneath the neon lights, “well there’s more where that came from if you agree to take me out on a date. What do you say, Mr. H?”

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[sleepysturnss]

LIPSTICK - Nate D.

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

summary: you and nate have been dating for years, and you two are basically the perfect couple. nate decides to take a pitstop on the way home from shopping.

warnings: ALL FLUFF NO ANGST😍, kisses, cute ass flashbacks n some dancingg❤️

enjoy!! xx ❤️

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

i smiled, pinching the tip of a lipstick case, inspecting it before sighing and putting it back in its place.

“whats wrong with that one? i think itd look lovely on you ma.” my boyfriend, nate sighed, placing his hands on my shoulders as he walked up behind me.

“too dark.” i sighed, picking up a few more, repeating the process.

“too light”

“too sparkly.” i scrunched up my nose, shaking my head.

nate watched as i picked through the hundreds of lipstick shades and sizes, occasionally coming behind me and shoving his face into my neck, his way of telling me to hurry up.

“nate i promise ill be done soon” i mumbled, ruffling his brown hair through my red nails, he smiled, leaning into the touch.

he was such a needy boyfriend, like…almost anyone who knew him would think that he couldnt care less about physical touch or quality time, but i knew that he craved that shit.

anytime i was at his house, he was holding me, kissing me, doing anything he could to feel my body heat against his.

like a puzzle piece that just fit, and without him i was just an incomplete puzzle.

like i was almost whole, but there was one piece missing, right in the center.

i liked to say i hated it, his clingy behavior, but i dont think i could live life the same without it, its become part of my life.

nate was wrapped around my heart.

he held it in his soft hands, he could drop it at any moment, but i knew he wouldnt. he would never.

the second he got it, he swore to never let it go, and he stood by his word. he has for three years. ive never met anyone like nate, and id like to think he feels the same about me.

he always knows exactly what im thinking, he can read my thoughts like your reading them right now, its quite impressive actually.

its one of the things i admire most about him, and he doesnt really have to try.

“mama, look at this, it would match your pretty nails.” he smiled sweetly, grabbing a gold lipstick case, holding it up for me to see.

he flashed his puppy eyes at me, like a golden retriever.

i didnt even look at the color before i was handing it to the woman at the register. the look on his face was quite literally priceless, his smile was so cute and genuine there was no way i wouldve said no. it could be a green lipstick, and id have still gotten it.

“you didnt even look at it ma” he whined as i handed the woman my card,

“im sure its perfect nate. besides im just ready to be home.” i shrugged, taking the small bag from her and interlocking out arms.

he smiled, sighing softly, finally being able to get my full attention.

once we got in the car, i connected my phone to bluetooth, hitting shuffle on my playlist.

i smiled when the soft hum of the music play throughout his car, k, by cigarettes after sex.

the muffled rumbling of his worn down honda made the song even better.

his car.

it was the shittiest car i had ever seen.

but i loved it so much.

there were so many memories in this ugly ass car. i always gave him shit for it but i think id kill him if he ever thought about getting rid of it.

“i love this song.” i muttered, running my thumb over his hand. i hadnt even realized he was holding it, it just felt so natural.

“i know you do.” he smiled, glancing at me before shifting his gaze to the road.

“oh really?” i smirked, tilting my head.

“how?”

he rolled his eyes, “you know why.”

i smiled, “yeah i do.”

-

senior prom.

he took my hand, leading me out onto the gym floor.

“i fucking hate this.” i mumbled, scrunching up my nose at the smell of sweat, alcohol, and weed.

“i know mama, but you look so beautiful in that dress, and your perfume smells like heaven.” he whispered, pressing his forehead against mine.

i could not feel my body. the ammount of nerves he gave me made me higher than any ammount of weed i had ever smoked.

i had the biggest crush on him.

i had the biggest crush on my boyfriend.

and he had the same feelings for me.

“i love cigarettes after sex” he mumbled, tearing me from my thoughts.

“what?” i hummed softly,

“i said i love cigarettes after sex.”

“me too” i smiled.

but i could tell that something had changed,

how you looked at me then.

-

i smiled at the memory, almost not realizing that he had skipped the turn onto his neighborhood.

“nate, you missed the…”

i paused, grinning at him as i realized what he was doing.

he smiled back at me, eventually parking his car by an abandoned barn house.

the house we had passed so many times when we were sixteen.

the house that i had always dreamed of owning. dreamed of owning with nate.

however now, it wasnt the same. it had been burned in a fire about a year ago. i was so upset when i found out, it seems silly, but that was like my teenage dream.

i had watched my teenage dream die right before my eyes on news channel five.

but none of that mattered, because i didnt need a white picket fence to prove that i was in love with nate, we both knew that.

eventually, we got out of the car.

he led me down the hill, the little weeds clinging to my sweater, the ends of my jeans lightly coated in the mud that was layered below the pretty green grass.

my stupid converse that i wore to senior prom.

the stupid converse that he had bought me on our very first date.

a size too big.

they still fit. three years later,

they still fit.

we stopped at the bottom of the hill, there was a pond not too far from us, there were still a few stray ducks.

he took my left hand, then my right, pulling my arms around his shoulders, his arms rested on my waist.

“i remember when i first noticed that you liked me back.” he hummed the lyrics of the song we danced to in higschool, swaying us slowly back and forth, the tall grass rubbing against my baggy jeans.

“think i like you, best when your just with me…and no one else.” i whispered, pressing my forehead against his, like we did a few years ago.

“i still get butterflies from you.” he whispered, smiling softly.

“ive still got a crush on you.” i whispered back, the corners of my lips curving up.

“your smiles still as beautiful it was when we were in eighth grade.” he mumbled, playing with a strand of my hair.

“your eyes are just as pretty as they were when we were sixteen.” i tilted my head, my eyes subconsciously falling to his lips.

as if he read my mind, he had leaned forward slightly, pressing his lips against mine.

it wasnt rough or forced, it was the perfect kiss a person would imagine.

like the ones in the movies.

the kinds you read in books, that you laugh at when they say their boyfriends lips fit perfectly together.

i used to laugh, but it really is true.

nate was my puzzle piece that fit perfectly against my lips, against my heart.

he pulled away, a small hint of blush had found its way onto his cheeks.

“youve got the lipstick all over your lips now” i giggled, trying to smear it off.

“stop, stop.” he pushed my hand away from his mouth, laughing lightly. “i like it.” he smiled, rubbing his hands over my back.

i took his hand, sitting down in the grass, pulling him down with me.

we just studied the light blue sky for a while, a comfortable blanket of silence warming the atmosphere.

“im gonna buy this house one day.” he glanced at me, “im gonna fix it up, for us and our little ones.”

“really?” i grinned, leaning into him.

his arm slid over my shoulder, hugging me to his chest,

“yeah.”

-

stop this is so cute i love writing shit like this oddmdme

goodnight cuties xx

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[theladybarnes]

CHERRY BOMB: CHAPTER ONE

“One summer can change everything.”

▸ summary: summer’s here and it’s time to have some fun ▸ characters: steve harrington, jonathan byers, nancy wheeler & billy hargrove ▸ word count: 7.8k         ▸ warnings: SMUT (18+MINORS DNI) p&v smut, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, angst, and fluff ▸ series masterlist

“All right Henderson. I can sneak you in..just as long as you remember to vote for me once you get inside. I am looking to win tonight.”

 “Tina, we may have had a few bumps in the road this year, but I promise you, you’ll get that crown.”

 The sound of your friend’s giggling tickled your ear through the receiver. Luck was truly on your side today. Not only were you able to make it to the shops before they closed, thus picking out the perfect outfit, but you managed to get into contact with Tina before she left her house. 

 “Perfect! I’ll be at the south entrance of the gym at eight sharp. They’ll read the votes about ten minutes after that.”

 “I’ll be there. Thanks again for helping me.”

 “Of course, what are friends for?”

  FRIDAY NIGHT, MAY 31st 1985

 The majority of the day was spent holed up in the Byers house. Getting ready away from the curious eyes of your cousin who might slip up and reveal the surprise you had planned. Ironically, it wasn’t the only surprise you’d end up giving when Joyce and Will caught you coming out of Jonathan's room in full makeup and gown. But after an impromptu prom style photoshoot with shy Will, and a quick check over with Joyce, you were off to the school.

 “You sure you’ll be okay for me to take off?”

 “Cinderella never had her fairy godmother stick around at her ball, Creep.” you teased, unbuckling your seatbelt. “Besides,” reaching for your small clutch you pull out a twenty, leaning over to stuff it into Jonathan’s hands. “It’s Friday night and you still have a few hours to take our sweet Nancy out for ice cream.”

 A blush spread over Jonathan’s cheeks and he attempted to give back the money, making you slap at his hand. “Cool it with the pride, Byers.” you argued, “It’s the money for the gas you spent driving me around today.”

 He looked like he wanted to argue about that, but one sharp look at him had him stuffing the money back in his pocket. “Wait,” he snorted, “when did Nancy become our Nancy?”

 “It became that when we finally got around to being friends.” you shrugged, checking the time on the dashboard clock. “If it makes you feel any better, to Nancy and I, you're our Jonathan.” You glanced back at your friend, noting the small smile that he was fighting to stop from coming out. “Okay, Creep. How do I look?”

 He shifted in his seat, giving you a look over before a small genuine smile took over. “I think you look beautiful. And, if Steve doesn’t appreciate all this then he’s an idiot.”

 Now it’s your turn to stop the smile from coming over your face. “Good, I’ll be sure to let him know that if he says otherwise.” Leaning over, you wrapped your arms around Jonathan, murmuring another thank you before you exited the car. 

 The south entrance of the gym was thankfully empty, and you quickly adjusted the strap of your dress as you waited for the door to open up. Just when you thought you were going to be screwed over, the loud press of the latch alerted you quickly, making you step closer. 

 Tina, who decided to change her dark locks into sunny blonde, poked her head out. 

 “I’m here!” she grinned, opening the door fully. Her bright blue dress shined against the moonlight and you had to acknowledge that while she most likely bought it from one of the outlet malls here, she did pull it off well. 

 “You look amazing!” you commented. “Definitely a winner in my eyes.” She twirled in spot, swishing her dress around before she waved at you to come over.

 “That’s good, but only if we hurry up can I get that win!” she urged. Not wanting to waste time, you followed her in. The music began to perk up louder in your ears as you followed Tina’s direction. The hue of red lights slowly came into vision and you softly gasped at the sight of the gym. It was actually a pretty cool looking prom. Something you’d always wonder about back home. With funding in your old school, most proms were held in hotels or banquet halls. But here in Hawkins, it still held onto that small town money and held theirs in the school’s gym.

 “Okay, so here’s your ballot.” Tina sang, reaching over for a piece of cardstock on the table. “The ballot box is down there and after that, you should probably head towards the stage. He’ll be asked to be near there as we wait for announcements. All the nominees are.” she winked before dashing off to join her date. 

 It gave the nerves you had been pushing down, a chance to come back. Shaking your head, you quickly reached for one of the pens on the table, checking off Tina’s name. The familiar name of the boy you were here for was noticeably at the section under ‘King’. 

 As stated, ten minutes after you voted, the lights dimmed to the stage and the music quickly faded out as man stepped away from the small booth connected to the speakers. “How is everyone doing tonight?!” called out the DJ, lowering the music down to clear sound for the announcement. “Class of eighty-five, are you guys ready to find out who your King and Queen are?!”

 The students around the gym erupted into a polite applause. Some even whistled. Your eyes scanned over the gym, looking for the familiar head of hair that usually called out to you like a beacon. 

 Down the line you spot him. He’s near the stage, far off enough that he could lean against the wall, looking over at the stage mournfully. The sight of him in a tux tugged at your heart and you’re worried others might notice the goofy look on your face as you stared over at him. He looked handsome, even in just the plain black suit with a black bow around his neck.

 “We’re pleased to announce that the voting is done and the results are in!” Continued the DJ after a few minutes. 

 “Let’s start out with ladies first, eh? For Prom Queen of nineteen eighty-five, we have..Tina Cline!” 

 Your friend let out a squeal as she quickly dashed over to the stage, going up the small platform’s stairs so that she could run over to her crown. You can’t help but smile, noting how happy it seemed to make her and joined in on the clapping.

 Her date, David McCorkle, was whooping for his partner as she gracefully bowed for the DJ to place the crown on her head. Others hushed down as the man pressed his lips to the mic again. “And as for you prom King we have..Steve Harrington!”

 To your surprise, everyone continued into another round of applause, making you and Steve shocked as he made his way to the stage. From the way things were for him last year, neither one of you would have figured he’d be the popular vote. Especially with Billy and his campaign against him. 

 Steve stepped onto the platform, looking a little shy in front of the people he once saw as fans almost. The DJ placed the crown on top of his head, turning him to face the crowd. Honestly, you’d hate to admit it, but he looked really good with a crown on his head. Even if it was just cheap plastic. Tina quickly rushed over and leaned close to Steve, posing for the photo with a bright smile. 

 “Now that we have our royal court, how about we open the floor up for their first dance?” 

 In typical fashion, Tina and Steve set off in different directions. Tina went to grab her date while Steve left, coming off the stage slowly. Looking towards the crowd nervously as he approached the small circle that had formed around the floor. That’s when you sucked in your breath and stepped forward. 

 Some students began to murmur as you weaved your way through the front. The sound of your name coming out a couple of times before you finally made it to the other side. Steve’s eyes found yours quickly and for the first time tonight, he grinned. 

 You took a few hesitant steps towards Steve when you spoke up. “So, your highness. Is this the part where I bow?” You said teasing.

 He chuckled at that, taking long strides to close the distance between the two of you. The tips of his fingers brushed against your arms before he wrapped his hands at your waist, pulling you close. 

 The sounds of Joan Jett’s Crimson and Clover began to play as the lights turned down into a small spot light towards the two couples. Moving your hands up his chest, you wrapped your hands around his neck. 

 The beat of your heart quickened when you noticed just how close your face is with Steve’s. Every freckle on his face was in clear view and the scent of his cologne only made him more distracting. Despite having done much more than dancing. The lingering feelings you had for him were coming in strong. Especially under the light red hue of the room that cast a warm shadow over his features. 

 “Tell me why,” Steve started, breaking the silence. “Not two hours ago, I showed up to your house, looking to give you this.” He reached into the pocket of his suit to pull out a single prom ticket. “Only for Dustin to come out and tell me you had been gone all day to hang out with Byers.”

 You can’t help but giggle at that. Finding it so amusing that you two were thinking the same thing today.

 “Well, he wasn’t wrong. I was with Jonathan. Running across town to find a dress here I’d like. Then I had to call Tina to help sneak me in so I could see that big goofy grin on your face.” You replied, hearing him hum as you plucked the ticket from his hand to stuff back in his coat for him. 

 “Just to surprise me?” He asked, slightly in disbelief moving his hand back to down your back. He began to rub soothingly as you two continued to sway slowly. 

 “Well, yeah” you chuckled. “I’m always willing to make dramatic entrances. Especially for friends.” 

 Steve turned silent for a moment, only smiling down at you before he leaned to place a kiss on your cheek. “That entrance was pretty cool. Especially considering how nice you look tonight.”

 “Careful, Harrington. You keep complimenting me and I might do something stupid.” 

 He raised a brow, leaning his head down far enough that you could feel his breath fan against your face. “Like what?”

 “Kiss you.”

 That has him reeling back a bit, blush spreading over his cheeks. He looked away from you, averting his eyes to the room before he burst out in a small laugh. “You kill me, trouble.”

 “I like to think I keep things interesting.” you smirked, leaning forward to rest your head against his chest. He hummed in agreement, continuing to lead the two of you in the dance. The song picks up a bit, and you barely peek out to notice other students have joined in the crowd now. Dancing to the upbeat tempo. All except you and Steve. In fact, it seemed like everything slowed down for you guys. 

 My, my, such a sweet thing (Ba-da, da-da, da-da)

 I wanna do everything (Ba-da, da-da, da-da)

 What a beautiful feelin' (Ba-da, da-da, da-da)

 Crimson and clover (Ba-da, da-da, da-da)

 “I love this song.” you admitted softly.

 When Steve stayed silent, you pulled your head back to look at him. Noticing the way he was looking down at you. Almost serious, but with a warmth behind his eyes. Desire. You thought. Just when you’re about to ask what’s wrong, he leaned in suddenly. Pressing his lips against yours. 

 He brought a hand up to cup the side of your cheek, keeping the kiss strong but gentle. The feeling of his plump lips against yours was something you had been missing for a while now and you waste no time in kissing back. There’s a small taste of Steve’s cherry chapstick. How it suddenly tasted so addicting was beyond you.

 It’s not until the song slowly started to slow down again that the two of you pulled away. Steve still kept his hand on your cheek, using the pad of his thumb to rub gently against the line of your lips. It has your chest beating like crazy and you’re praying you don’t look as flushed as you feel.

 “I guess I’m the one who wanted to do something stupid.” he smirked, looking down at your lips. You can’t can’t help but press a gentle kiss to his thumb, causing his eyes to widen in surprise. “Really, really stupid.” 

 You meet him in the middle this time, slanting your lips against his. There’s a moment where the kiss turned from hot and heavy to sweet. Letting you smile when you noticed how shy it made Steve when he pulled back for air again. 

 The song finally came to its end and you both took a step back to clap along with the other students as the DJ approached the mic again. 

 “You guys have been amazing tonight! The best school I’ve played for!” That got the students really riled up. Giving another round of clapping. “I’m gonna take my break now, but the prom committee has a special surprise just for you guys.” 

 From the right side of the stage, the students slowly welcomed a soft blonde up onto the stage. Her outfit looked a lot like the ones you’d see in an ad for the gap, but bedazzled to shine up on the stage. It isn’t until she stood in the direct spotlight that you realized who it was.

 “Is that Tammy Thompson from homeroom?”

 Steve looked over at the stage, face twisting in confusion before he looked back to you. “I have no idea who that is.” You couldn’t help but laugh a bit, looking up at your friend incredulously. “What?” he laughed, still confused.

 “Steve! Tammy was in our homeroom all last year! I thought you two knew each other from the way you’d greet her.” you gaped, covering up your mouth to hold in the laughter that wanted to come out.

 “Was she?” he mused, taking a second glance at her. “What the hell is she doing on stage?”

 The answer came quickly when the lights began to dimmer again, bringing back that warmth in the room as the music picked up again. The sounds of an electric piano began to play and Tammy smiled confidently to the audience before she stepped up to the mic, composing herself quickly. 

 “Is she..?” you said softly looking back at Steve. He shared a similar look of shock before nodding his head.

 “I think she is.”

 “(Turn around)

 Every now and then I get a little bit lonely

 And you're never coming 'round

 (Turn around)”

 The two of you can only look at each other in shock. Tammy had always sung around everyone, whether under her breath in class, or occasionally in the bathroom, or even at lunch to her group of friends. But never would you have ever expected her to be out in the middle of prom, singing for the Senior class. 

 “Every now and then I get a little bit tired

 Of listening to the sound of my tears

 (Turn around)

 Every now and then I get a little bit nervous

 That the best of all the years have gone by

 (Turn around)

 Every now and then I get a little bit terrified

 And then I see the look in your eyes!”

 “Oh my God.” you both said at the same time. Not only was Tammy out of tune, but confidently so. Pushing your face into Steve’s chest, you cover up the sounds of your laughter against his jacket. Hoping it’ll muffle out any noise you make.

 “You can’t laugh!” Steve hissed in your ear. “If you laugh it’s gonna make me laugh!” 

 Biting down on your lip, you pull yourself back to face Steve again. Noting how hard he looks at keeping down his own amusement. But staring at each other only makes it worse and you two burst out in a fit of hysterics. Thankfully it’s drowned out by the very loud chorus of the song.

 “Oh God, I feel like I must look crazy right now.” you huffed, biting down on your lip to stop the grin on your lip. Steve’s laughter died down slowly when he looked down at your face. Using his thumb, he gently tugged your bottom lip from your teeth. Caressing the skin gently with the pad from his finger. 

 “You’re beautiful..” he said softly.

 Your chest swells with the compliment again. His soft confession nearly takes your breath away. Sticking to your word, you lean your head up to his and press a kiss against his lips. Making him wrap his arms around you again. 

 “God, we just can’t stop being stupid tonight.” you breathed trying to pull away from his lips but he chased after you. Grazing his tongue at the opening of your mouth before you parted your lips to kiss him again, feeling his tongue slip inside. 

 Kissing Steve was definitely not on your plans for tonight. But you sure are glad to have happened. Still, you couldn’t help but worry about what might be happening to the two of you. Were friends really supposed to be kissing? How would the two of you feel later on when you were out of the foggy haze of romantic lighting and dancing?

 You quickly pulled back from Steve, going as far to take a step back from him as you shook away the thoughts from your head. He slowly reached out to place a hand on your arm, calling out your name to look over at him again.

 “Hey, are you okay?” he asked, looking at you with concern. 

 “Yeah,” you coughed, trying to sound as calm as you could. “I just..felt lightheaded.” It wasn’t a complete lie but enough that you didn’t feel bad about your answer. But that didn’t matter anyway, Steve was already pulling you back, cupping the side of your cheek to make you look directly in his line of sight. 

 “We’re not really good at this friend thing, huh?” 

 “No,” you admitted, rubbing your hands over his shoulders before wrapping them around his neck again. “And it’s kinda..making me worried.”

 “You shouldn’t worry..” He frowned, “We’re still friends..who are also..having fun.”

 “Oh, so that’s what friends do for fun?” you asked, trying to sound calm about it. Steve blushed a bit, shrugging his shoulders as he nodded. 

 “Maybe that’s something we can do..if you’re into it.” he suggested. 

 What Steve was suggesting felt too much like a double edge sword. Friends with benefits seemed so juvenile for you two. Had you not both felt too much for each other these past few months? What if casual sex messed all that up and you both ended up not even being friends.

 “I’m sorry.” he said, breaking into your thoughts. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. Nothing has to change between us.”

 “No!” you quickly said. “You didn’t..” Licking your lips you can’t help but think it over again. Steve was a friend now and sex with someone you trust wasn’t always a bad thing.. “I’d like to try.. But I just..don’t want us to end up not being friends if feelings change.”

 “They wouldn’t.” he quickly answered. “I’d never stop being your friend. Even if you hate me, I’ll always want to be your friend.”

 His reassurance has you smiling a little. “You promise?” He brushes a hand over your cheek, pulling you close again to wrap you in a hug.

 “I promise, trouble..I’ll never stop.”

 SATURDAY, JUNE 8TH 1985

 “Oh God, Steve. Don’t stop!” you gasped, reaching down to tug on the top of his hair. The words only made Steve stop his tongue and its assault on your clit. Pulling his head up a bit so that he could look up at you from the floor. 

 “You’re so bossy.” Steve pouted, placing a single kiss against the lips of your pussy. “Thought this day was about me?”

 The loud bass sound of Soft Cell’s Tainted Love beat through the walls of the upstairs bathroom at Anna Jacobi’s house. Muffling out the sounds you were currently making in the room with Steve. That is, until Steve decided to switch things up by teasing. 

 Growling a bit, you looked down at Steve, still kneeling in the same position in front of you as you leaned against the counter. One leg hooked over his shoulders. “I thought we were doing what you wanted?” you smirked, “I can always just go find someone else who wants to have some fu– OH.” 

 Steve quickly dived back into your pussy, lapping his tongue against your folds before he circled around the bundle that caused you to shake. Reaching back for his hair again, you pushed him harder against you, earning you a groan from Steve. He reached one of his hands up to slide up the leg that was hanging over him, letting his fingertip trace gently against the opening of your core before he gently pushed it in.

 You cried out softly, arching your back a bit from the sink mirror. He took that as a sign to pump his finger faster, quickly inserting another as he wrapped his mouth around your clit, creating a sucking motion that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. 

 “Shit, Steve!” you cried out, holding onto his hair with one hand and the counter with the other. He continued his work faster, making your breathing cut short and body tighten up before he finally sucked just hard enough to have you seeing white. The wave of your orgasm rips all over you so strongly that you let go of Steve’s hair in fear of accidentally tearing it out.

 Steve continued to pump inside you slowly, letting his hands help ride out the rest of the orgasm while he placed kisses on your inner thighs. “Fuck,” he cursed. “You sound so hot.” Slowly, he pulled his hand out, looking at you carefully as he brought it up to his mouth.

 You watch in awe as he silently sucked on the tip of his fingers. His eyes are dark with lust and he’s holding back a smile as he popped each finger out. “You always taste so good too.” he mused, making you feel the heat on your face again.

 It has your desire coming back and you reach forward to grab the belt against his waist. Pulling at the strap quickly as you work to undo the ties. 

 “Whoa, baby, slow down.” Steve chuckled, moving to place his hands at your hips. “We don’t have to do anything..I just wanted to make you-” His words cut off when you used your other hand to tug him down by the neck. Pressing your lips quickly against his to shut him up. 

 He moaned against you, gripping tightly now as he allowed you to undo the button on his pants. You’re quick to get his pants down enough to slip your hand inside, going past his boxers to grab hold of his cock.

 Steve pulled back from the kiss to let out a hiss. Jaw slacked as he stared down at your hands. Using your thumb to wipe at the precum dribbling out of his tip, you squeeze gently around his cock, creating a stroking motion that has him having to bite down on his lip from crying out. 

 “Aww,” you cooed, looking up at him. “Don’t I get to hear your pretty noises?” 

 A deep red blush spread over Steve’s cheeks and you knew it wasn’t from his own body reacting to the heat of the bathroom. But instead of giving in to your teasing, he reached out to pull you closer by your hips. Lining the two of you up perfectly. 

 Helping him out, you pushed down his pants further, and stroked once more before you lined up his cock to your core. He helped wrap your legs around his waist, stepping forward to brush the tip of his cock to the entrance. You reached a hand up to brush his ever growing hair away from his face so that he could look down at you. 

 Smiling. Steve leaned in and pressed his lips gently against yours. Kissing you sweetly as a distraction while he pushed the head of his cock inside.

 It takes a minute to adjust to his size, having his fingers just inside barely helped prep you. But Steve already knows to go slow. Giving your body a minute to adjust before he pushed the rest of himself in. 

 Feeling full again had you whimpering against Steve’s lips. Moving your hands up, you wrapped them around his neck, deepening the kiss. Steve took that as a sign to slowly thrust forward, keeping one hand at your hip and the other at your back to prevent you from moving out of place. 

 There’s a pounding at the door that you and Steve ignore. Each other’s tongues slipped past lips to swirl against each other while Steve’s thrusts got harder. It’s not until you need air that you drop your head back, letting out another cry. Feeling the head of his cock reach the right angle. Steve let go of your hip to bring his thumb to your lips. 

 “Suck it.” He demanded. You wrap your lips around the digit and do as he says. He groaned a bit at that before he pulled it out of your mouth and down to your clit. Using the overstimulation to his advantage to get you closer to your next orgasm.

 “You’re squeezing me so tight, baby.” he gritted, thrusts turning a little sloppy as he got closer to his edge. “Gonna make me cum so hard tonight.” Rubbing faster circles, Steve leaned forward to place his lips against the nape of your neck. Sucking harshly against the sensitive skin. 

 “I’m so close.” you gasped, tugging at the ends of Steve’s hair. The harsh tug caused him to gasp against your neck before he bit down to mark you. 

 “Come for me, pretty girl.” he said, thrusting faster. “Just for me.”

 His words coax you almost embarrassingly easily and you feel your body tighten again as you hit your second orgasm. The walls of your pussy tightened around his cock and it wasn’t long until Steve was groaning your name. The ropes of his hot cum shot inside soon after. 

 The two of you were still panting when he reached down to pull himself out. You angled your neck down to watch him rub the mushroom head against your swollen sensitive lips before he took a step back. “God, if we weren’t at this party, I might just go to town at that sight.” he muttered, giving your cheek a quick kiss before tucked himself in.

 “Keep talking like that and I just might let you.” you chuckled, still frozen in place. Steve took that as his chance to reach for one of the hand towels on the counter, running it under the water on the sink before he gently helped clean you up.

 “Thank you.” you said softly, letting him finish up before he helped you off of the counter. He only gave a shy smile before chucking the towel into the trash can near the sink. “And I’ll just be taking these back.” You said, carefully reaching into Steve’s pocket to dig for the pair of panties he tried stealing from you earlier. 

 “Aw, but I thought that was my present.” he said, faking a pout.

 “Your graduation present is over at my house. I told you.” you laughed, stepping inside of the clothing before slipping it on. Thankfully you were wearing a summer dress and didn’t have to bother fixing up your outfit too much. 

 “Who forgets to bring a present to a graduation party?” Steve asked, running his hands through the water at the sink. He carefully ran the wet fingers through his hair, smoothing out some of the frayed strands that you tugged on. “I look insane.”

 “I invited you earlier for lunch to give it to you then but you totally ditched me.” You frowned, looking at the mirror to fix your own appearance. The bite mark Steve made would surely become visible in the next couple of hours. But there wasn’t much you could do. Throwing a glance at Steve, you smirk to yourself at how crazy you managed to turn his styled locks into. 

 “I think I managed to make it look better.” you shrugged, readjusting your bobby pin to keep your hair in place.

 He ignored your other comment and tousled his hair again. Trying to get it to look right. “I told you, after the ceremony my parents wanted to get lunch. I wanted to invite you but you got all pouty and left with Dustin.”

 You scrunch your nose at that answer. The very idea of lunch with Steve’s parents sounded too dreadful. Especially when the only time you met them was when you and Steve had left to go to the movies. 

 “Well, I’m glad I passed on that.” 

 Steve walked over to the door, peeking out into the hall to see if it was empty. “Why do you say that?” He asked, glancing back. 

 “Because..it would have been awkward. Meeting officially and all that.” You shrugged. 

 He chuckled a little, cocking his head to the side. “You have nothing to be worried about. Besides,” he tugged you close. The warmth of his palm engulfed your cheek and he looked down at you with a small smile. “It’s not like we’re dating anyway.”

 The words hit you in the face like ice water on a cold day. There was no malice in his tone and you knew better than to think Steve would intentionally use those words to hurt you. But that doesn’t stop your face from frowning. 

 “Right,” you gaped. Trying to reboot yourself back to normal. “Fix your zipper.” You muttered, rolling your eyes. 

 Pushing him a bit, you tear the door open and step out into the hall. Momentarily forgetting about checking for anyone as you rush down the hall and ignore the sounds of Steve calling your name. 

  “I’m officially cutting you two off.” 

 Nancy and you both snapped your heads up from your lounge chairs to see a disgruntled Jonathan with his hands on his hips. You steal a glance to the girl on your right and notice just how red her face had gotten in the thirty minutes you had joined her side.

 “I think we’re in trouble.” you giggled, trying to bite down on your lip. 

 Nancy frowned at Jonathan, a notable sign that she truly was out of it considering most of the time she was more pleased to see him. She reached for your hand and pulled you back into the conversation, ignoring her boyfriend.

 “So, I come into the office, eager to work. I greet Mr. Holloway and introduce myself.”

 “Sounds right.” you nodded, trying to follow along.

 “I literally say my name and not one second after this asshole, Bruce Lowe, yelled at me from across the office. ‘NANCY DREW.’”

 “No way! He stole my nickname!” 

 Nancy held out her hands, looking upset about it. “Exactly! It made me look so..young!” She hiccuped a bit, holding her fingers to her lips before she waved it off. “A-and then, he asks me for coffee.” She slapped at your arm, frowning. “Goddamn coffee!”

 You rubbed at the red skin, nodding your head sympathetically. “What an asshole! Why would they even let you come in as an intern if they wanted like..an assistant or something?” Nancy clapped her hands, looking exasperated. 

 “That’s what I’ve been saying!”

 Jonathan eventually noticed that you two weren’t going to acknowledge him and sat down beside Nancy. Rubbing his hands together as he listened in on the conversation. 

 “I should go there!” you said suddenly. “I should go there and yell at him. Maybe make him cry.” The couple looked at you quizzically but you continued on. “I’ve made a grown man cry before.” 

 “Was that man Steve by any chance?” Jonathan asked, looking slightly uncomfortable. 

 You frown at the mention of his name. It’s been almost an hour since you left him in the bathroom and while you know that you should probably play the whole interaction as nothing. You couldn’t help but feel a remaining sting from his words. 

 “Why are you bringing him up?”

 “Because he’s been staring over here for ten minutes like someone kicked his dog.” He said pointing behind you. All three of you turn to look over your shoulder. Across the large yard was Steve,hanging around the back door of the house. And just like Jonathan said, he indeed looked sad. 

 All you could do is raise a brow at him. What the hell was he upset about?

 “Steve doesn’t have a dog.” Nancy giggled, leaning her head onto Jonathan’s shoulders. 

 You’re somewhat glad to have the girl intervene, joining in on her giggles. “She’s right! I didn’t kick any dog!” 

 “That’s not what I mea—“

 Jonathan was cut off when you leaned forward to shush him with your finger. He swatted at your hand. Trying to get it away from his face. “He’s just probably moody because we’re over here having fun and he’s boring.”

 “Geez, Henderson. Tell ‘em what you really think of me.”

 You wince instantly. Face scrunching up at the voice behind you. Leaning back you crank your head up to see Steve standing behind you, a slightly worried look on his face. 

 “Steve! You’re here!”

 Rolling his eyes, Steve moved over to your lounge chair. Lifting up your legs so that he could sit beside you. “I’ve been here for a while now.” he muttered, placing your legs down over his lap. His brown eyes shifted between you guys before coming back to you. “Been looking for you actually.” 

 “Well, you found me!” you clapped. “Cancel the search party.”

 Steve frowned at your reaction, casting a glance to Jonathan. “Is she drunk?” Your friend sighed at Steve. Nodding his head while Nancy sleepily slumped against him. 

 “They’re both pretty buzzed.” 

 “He’s lying.” you interjected quickly, pointing a finger at your friend. “I am not buzzed..”

 You caught eyes with Nancy and watched as she tried to hold back a smirk. “I’m wasted.” you said, making the two of you burst out laughing. The two boys sighed, and you couldn’t help but frown. It was a party and you were allowed to let loose. 

 “Okay, trouble. How about, we all head out of here and maybe get some coffee in you two.” Steve said, trying to reach out for your hand. The tip of his fingers barely grazed your hand you already felt the familiar heat. Pulling it back, you gave him a dirty look before you climbed off from the chair.

 “That’s so boring, Steve. I’m having fun.” 

 “Yeah,” Nancy added, picking herself up from Jonathan’s shoulder. “Fun!” She tried to get up from her seat but stumbled a bit before she gave up. “Oh that was too fast.” she muttered softly. Jonathan reached out to hold her hand, urging her to sit a bit before he glanced up at you.

 “Don’t you think you’ve had enough fun? I think Steve’s right, we could get coffee and that cake you like from the diner.”

 Jonathan and Steve teaming up was definitely something you didn’t think would happen this summer. Especially when it was against you. Crossing your arms, you look down at the three, feeling betrayed, annoyed, and thirsty..

 “You guys can all go get coffee and cake. I’m gonna go get another drink and find someone to hang out with!” 

 Quickly turning on your heel, you ignore the others trying to get to you and dash towards the house. Other students and some graduates are all around the Jacobi yard. There were some already far more gone than you, and others who were chilling out together. That left you to find a happy middle.

 Entering inside the kitchen, you push past a couple making out with each other in the door way to get to the fridge. Inside were freshly chilled cans of beer. Grabbing one for yourself, you crack open the top and bring the cold can to your lips.

 “Figured you’d learn your lesson from the last time, babydoll.”

 Instantly the beer turned bitter in your mouth. Turning around, you come face to face with Billy. His red blouse was barely buttoned towards the end of the shirt, leaving his bare chest exposed for the world to see. 

 “Booo!” you called out, trying to shoo him away. “Not tonight.”

 Billy laughed a bit, watching as you continued to drink from the can before he brushed past you to grab a can for himself. He stayed close, bringing his own drink to his mouth. “For someone who’s been freshly fucked tonight, you’re still so wound up.” he cooed, taking a long sip. You’re about to open your mouth when you notice where his line of sight was. 

 Instantly your hand jumped to your neck, feeling the spot where Steve had marked you earlier. You’d hurt his dumb beautiful mouth later.

 “..Whatever.” you huffed.

 The beer was not giving you any liquid courage, and you’re finding it harder to focus on a way to get rid of Billy. Even without the mark, you knew he’d be able to tell what you had done tonight from past experience, but it pissed you off that he managed to point it out before you could attempt to hide it.

 “You know,” he started, setting the can on the counter. “If Harrington didn’t do a good job..I’m always here to fix it.” His hand reached out for yours, gently tugging you closer to him. “I’ve got a lot of making up to you..”

 He brushed the tips of his fingers over your arm, trailing upwards towards the scar that remained on your arm from last year. Despite the effects of the beer inside you, that was enough to give you a moment of clarity.

 “Fuck you.” you hissed, staggering back. 

 Billy pursed his lips, settling for gripping onto your arm now to pull you back in. “I think you might wanna change your tune.” he gritted. 

 “I think you might wanna let her go.” said a voice from the doorway. You don’t have to turn to know who it was. But you did let out a breath you had been holding in. “She’s not interested, Hargrove.” 

 Billy chortled a bit, looking over at you before he let go. Holding his hands up as he took a step back. “Back for seconds, Stevie boy?” he smirked. “Didn’t fuck her right the first time, guess you get to have a re–” 

 You’re pouring your beer above Billy’s head before you can truly think it over. The sounds of the liquid hitting over the ground as it rolled off his head and onto the kitchen floor were oddly loud enough to compete with the music currently blasting.

 “I said. Fuck you.”

 Billy wiped his hand over his face, looking at you with red in his eyes. You glanced down to notice that his hands were balled up. And before anyone in the room could react, the sound of a door slamming open caused you three to stop.

 “THE COPS ARE COMING!”

 Simultaneously, everyone dropped whatever they were holding and made a dash towards any available exit. 

 Steve reached out for your hand, pulling you with him towards the backyard. Pushing past everyone so that he could get you back to your friends. The sudden panic and rush had you feeling suddenly sick and you wished you had worn better shoes than wedges you had slipped on. 

 “We gotta bail.” Jonathan said, holding tightly to Nancy’s hand. The girl looked more sober than you last saw her and you wondered if she threw up from the way her hair was pulled back from her face. “Do you think you can take her home?”

 “No!” you cried out, reaching out for Nancy. “We’re supposed to sleep in the basement!”

 Both boys looked at you curiously before Nancy chimed, nodding her head. “She’s spending the night!”

 “Great,” Steve scoffed. The sounds of yelling could be heard from inside the house and more kids pushed their way out the back door. “All right, here’s what we’re gonna do. I’ll take Trouble here to mine. My parents are out anyway.”

 “Shit, okay.” Jonathan said warily.  He glanced at you worried before he pointed over at Steve. “Take care of her, okay? Tell her to call my house in the morning.” His words sounded more like a warning and you can’t help but get emotional over your friend. “Nancy and I will be waiting.”

 “Creep! You’re so sweet!” you pouted, wrapping your arms around Jonathan. Nancy chuckled a bit, joining in on the hug. Missing out on the way her boyfriend blushed from the attention you guys were giving him.

 “Okay, honey. You love the guy, but we gotta go.” Steve urged, reaching gently to pry you off Jonathan. 

 There’s no more room for goodbyes as the familiar sound of Officer Callahan’s aggravating yelling came through the backdoor. Steve wasted no time, grabbing your hand and yelling at the couple to follow him as he ran in the direction towards the back gate. Officially ending your night of partying.

 It’s a blur after you guys left the party. After parting ways with your two friends, you made it to Steve’s car just in time for the adrenaline to make you sleepy. It wasn’t long for you to black out after that.

 You’re not sure what time it is when you wake up, all you know is that you’re warm and there’s lights hitting your face now and then. Blinking slowly, you took in your surroundings, noting just where you were

 The low hum of the house’s air conditioning gave the room white noise, going perfectly with the bouncing reflection that came from the pool through the window. A dead giveaway of where you were actually.

 “Go to sleep.” mumbled a tired voice behind you. 

 You peeked over to see Steve facing towards you. His eyes were closed and from the deep gravel in his voice, you knew he had been asleep. You make an attempt to turn around and face him when you feel the weight of his arm over your waist. 

 “Get your arm off.” you huffed, trying to turn over. 

 Steve did so, waiting until you were able to turn your body to face him before he set his arm down again. Pulling you closer to his chest now. The soft smell of the laundry detergent was enough to make you bury your face into his chest. Feeling the cotton of his shirt rub against your cheek.

 “Why am I here?” you murmured into his shirt, not seeming to worry about what time it was.

 “You were drunk.” he answered, nuzzling his face into your hair a bit. “Couldn’t leave you and Nancy together.”

 “I’m still a little drunk.” you note, feeling the buzz still in your body. 

 “I know, you tried to make out with me three times before I convinced you to sleep.”

 You snap your head back a bit, glancing up at Steve’s face. Even in the dark and low light from the window, you could see him smirking a bit. 

 “I did not.”

 “Did too.”

 Frowning, you put your face back at his chest. The weight of his hand lifted up a bit as he soothingly rubbed at your back. He’s trying to coax you back to sleep, but you feel like your mind sobering up might stop that. How was he still so nice to you when you ignored him for half the night? Why would Steve always end up being so kind to your curtness? 

 “I can hear you thinking..”

 “I’m not, go back to sleep.”

 He sighed softly, shuffling under the blanket. The tip of his toe tickled at your shin. “Only if you sleep.”

 “I can’t, I’m wide awake now.”

 Steve pressed his lips to your forehead. The tips of his hair tickled your forehead in the process. “I think I know of a way I can tire you out.” he joked, making you pinch lightly at his pecs. “Ow!”

 “You’re not funny.”

 “I’m a little funny.”

 He shuffled the two of you, putting himself on his back before he pulled you to rest partially on top of his chest. The sound of his heartbeat was loud against your ears and you smiled at how calming it sounded. 

 “I’m sorry,” you said suddenly. “I was mean tonight.”

 “You weren’t mean.” he said quickly, hand wrapped around your shoulder to press you tighter.

 “I’m always mean and you act so nice to me. Even if I push you away.”

 He stayed quiet for a second before you felt him move his shoulders. Possibly shrugging. “You gave me mind blowing sex and went off to enjoy the party. I don’t see that as being mean.” 

 You want to point out that you ditched him afterwards, suddenly hurt by his words, but you couldn’t bring yourself to point that out. Not when there could be a question as to why. “So you’re not mad at me?” 

 “Nope.” He pressed his lips to your head, reaching down to pull the blanket over you two with his hand. “I was worried you were mad at me..”

 “I’m not.” you half lied. “I’m glad to have hung out with you..even if it was to fool around for a bit.”

 He didn’t say anything for a second and you were worried he had gone back to sleep before he cleared his throat a bit. “Let me take you out for breakfast tomorrow. Make up for skipping out on that lunch?”

 Nodding your head, you drape a leg over his, letting yourself get more comfortable against his body. “Okay, I’d like that.” It was the first honest answer you could give him today and you’re glad it’s enough to relieve the slight ache in your chest.

 “Now as much as I like hearing your voice, I’m exhausted.” he chuckled, sounding slightly relieved by your reply. “Unless you still wanna get tired out..” 

 Pinching him again, you chuckle a bit against him before closing your eyes feeling the feeling of sleep creeping up on you again. “Goodnight, Steve.”

 “Sweet dreams, Trouble.” 

a/n: We’re back again! Looks a bit rough since it’s longer but I really wanted to show moments with Steve that we didn’t get on the show and thought it’d be fun to start off the angst early! 

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x henderson!reader #steve harrington x female reader #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #cb #my bucky fic will updated next!

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Prom

Summary: Eddie doesn’t do prom but you do. So he shouldn't be mad that someone else asked you out right? 

A/N: Edit of Eddie at Prom is from @eddiemunsons-missingnipple

Trope: Eddie x reader; Friends to lovers 

Warning: Tiny hurt a lot of comfort, cussing, bad writing, metion of drug, kissing,  

Word count: 2.0k 

Prom…..You love prom, well the idea of it you've never been to one, getting dressed up being a prettier version of yourself, and dancing all night with your friends. Ever since you learned what prom was you fantasized about it,in sixth grade you watch your sister go to prom. You have a tight bond with your sister you tell her everything and vice versa, she knows about your crush, she is currently pursuing her dreams of being a fashion designer so sadly she will not be able to see you or help you get ready for prom like you did her. You went dress shopping with her, watched her do her makeup, getting in the car with her date, you begged you parents to let you stay up till she came home you wanted to hear very detail of her night. You hung on to every word, imagining yourself in her shoes. You dream of that moment. It was finally prom season, your senior prom, you only wanted to go with one person Eddie Munson.

Eddie Munson, the man you have been crushing on since he moved to Hawkins. He was your dream boy, your fantasy man, you had Kirk Hammett, Nikki Sixx, Tommy Lee, Slash poster all over your wall Eddie fit right into your type. But you never knew his type he never spoke about girls, other than a fair maiden in his campaign that sounded a little too much like you but you are not going to feed into your delusions. But he makes it very clear on how he feels about couples and prom especially prom. The couples thing you kinda understand the making out in the halls, the overly saying I love you too the point it has no meaning, the list could go on. But with prom he hated everything about it the dressing, overly expensive ticket, the dancing, the music, being in a place with people that he hated, so you weren’t surprised to his answer to Jeff’s question.

“Ahh prom time again” he said while looking at all the posters advertising it in the hallway “Did you buy your ticket Eddie” he gave Jeff a glare “Hell no why would I waste my so little money I have on that” the boys laugh with Eddie “Well I did” you exclaimed. There heads snapped fast “What” “Yeah I brought my ticket like the first day tickets went on sale” you beamed “Why would you do that” Eddie said “I unlike you I want to go to prom so I am going and bought my ticket “Oh thank god I bought me one too” Joe added. Joe was new to the school he fit right in with you guys. He had brown eyes, light brown curly hair on the shorter side, he was cute but he wasn’t Eddie. “At least I won’t be alone now” you laugh, not aware of Eddie’s stare at the interaction. “Maybe we can go together like a date” Joe said Date you are going to have a date to prom. You face light up as Eddie’s fell “Yes I would love that”

Hellfire club had a spoken unspoken rule no one can date you. Why? Eddie Munson has the biggest crush on you but won’t say it. All the boys knew about Eddie’s crush, Eddie didn’t tell them, it was obvious. He would stare at you when talking, he made a seating chart for the lunch table an DnD having you right next to him, you were the only one aloud to touch his music, your taste in music help a lot with that one. So about a year ago you and Eddie were both in lunch detention when the boys made the rule, also thinking of ways to get you guys together. All the boys knew except Joe he was late to the group now Eddie is staring at him wishing Joe’s head would explode.

Eddie came to lunch the next day flabbergasted, Joe was sitting next to you he shouldn't be there he should be on the other side next to mike at the end, he place him there for a reason for he wouldn’t be anywhere near his girl, you, he means you, not really. “Um what are you doing” he asked “Oh hi Eddie” you chirped with a smile, he loved your smile, “We were just discussing prom and didn’t want to do it shouting across the table” “Well my sweet y/n there are rules and a seating chart so” he slowly turned to Joe “Get going to your seat” you looked at Joe apologetically “It’s fine we can just meet up later” “Oh yeah duh I forgot we could see each other outside of school” you joked. What have I done Eddie thought now they are going to hang out after school alone.

Eddie was moody well moodier then normal when Friday came around, tomorrow was prom he knew by Monday that would be the talk of the school, between you and Joe. You and Joe, he hated the thought of you too together making memories what if you kiss tomorrow night, what if you start liking Joe, what if you walked in hand in hand with Joe Monday morning all because he didn’t tell you, his feelings. He knew how much you like prom he loved watching your eyes lit up when talking about it he wanted to take you. When you said you bought your ticket, he was going nonchalantly say something along the lines of “I will go since you are going to be lonely” but stupid Joe bet him to it. When he sat down at lunch, he couldn’t help but smile at your excitement. You looked like a little puppy full of energy waiting to go outside, he wished you were that excited because of him.

You woke up to your sister jumping on your bed “Wake up little girl it’s prom time” You jumped out of bed and hugged your sister. “You came” “How could I miss you big day, the day you have been dreaming about forever” you blushed “Ohh shush not forever” yes, yes you have. “Now let’s go eat my made breakfast then we can start on your hair” she squealed grabbed your hand then you both ran downstairs click you have been blinded by the flash “Ay mom” “Sorry miha but you know about me and my pictures” “But I'm just getting up” “And you are holding hands with your sister so picture moment” she sassed “Now come and sit” After breakfast your sister got to work with you hair. She curled it and put it into a low half up after down style with a black bow to match your dress. Your dress was a beautiful black dress, it was a mid-length black sparky tulle with bows on the shoulder, you paired it with some black flats you really wanted to wear heels, but you can’t walk let alone dance in them. You did your makeup, nice sharp black eyeliner, with some black on the water line, a nice matte dark red color. It was perfect.

Eddie was stressing out, the hellfire club was over, he told them that they would do a one-shot, but he just wasn’t in the game. He got up and went to the bathroom when uncle Wayne walked out “Is that boy still in a funk” “Yep” said Jeff “We need to find out why” “Oh we know” then Eddie walked out and all eyes were on him “What” “Eddie” Gareth started “You should go” “Are you kicking me out my own house” “No you should go to prom” “There is no way I am going” “What up with prom” Wayne asked “Nothing I’m not going” “Say where is Y/N” Wayne said “At her house getting ready for stupid prom probably all dolled up and gorgeous for stupid Joe” he growled Wayne gave a knowing look “Ah I see are you sure you don’t want to go the prom” “Yes I'm sure I am not going unless it is with Y/N-” he eyes got wide did he just say that out loud. The boys laugh "FINALLY" "Finally what do you mean finally" “We will explain later but now we have to get you too prom”Dustin said “But-” “No buts" Wayne cut in "you are going to get the girl” They quickly ran around the house trying to find nice clothes for Eddie the found a black button up, a pair of none ripped jeans, and one of Wayne black blazers, he fixed his hair to look tamed and was out the door. Now he had to go to your place and find a way into prom.

Joe got there in a black and white tuxedo, a little basic tbh, your mom snapped her pictures then you headed toward the car he was driving you there. The ride was quiet low music playing your mind wondered imaging Eddie being in Joe’s position, but no. Eddie was driving like a maniac to your house, he got there then ran to your doorsteps and knocked, your sister answered “Hey? Can I help you” “Hi” he said out of breath “Is- um- is y/n here” “No she just left” “shit” he said under his breath “Your Eddie aren’t you” Yeah why” “Just wondering” she said with a smirk she was definitely telling you this tonight. He ran back to the van and sped out the driveway to the school. He parked in the back that was close to the exit of the gym. He waited a good 5 long minutes till someone opened the back door, Robin. “Hurry in loser” “How did you know” “Dustin told me.” He was about to reply that he saw you, you looked like a fallen angel so perfect then Joe came into view, and he rolled his eyes. “Go get her” Robin said as she pushed him. You made eye contact Eddie you mouthed. Eddie jogged to you “Hey fancy seeing you guys here” “Eddie what are you doing here” “Listen we need to talk” “And it couldn’t wait till after” “Nope” he dragged up away “Eddie what is-” “Please before you date Joe listen to me” “Date Joe? Why would I date Joe?” “Because you like him right I mean he is your date to prom so” “I don’t like him like that” “Then why are you his date” “Were you going to ask me and be mine” “Yes” “See I- wait what” “Yes I was, I was going to ask you literally at the same moment that Joe did but he speak 2 seconds before those 2 seconds have been haunting me since then” Eddie wanted to take you to prom “Wow I- Wow" “I know you probably would have said no so maybe it was a good thing-” Eddie felt your lips on his he melted into the kiss your lips were so soft. You ended the kiss and giggled when Eddie chased after your lips “I would have said yes if that wasn’t proof enough” he smirked “I think I need more proof” he grabbed your waist and pulled you in but then a cough interrupted, you both turn to see Joe “Joe I am sorry” “Its ok I had a feeling this would happen” “Listen I-” “Y/n its fine we came as friends it is very obvious about you too I swear I thought you guys were dating when I first met you” “Oh” you blushed “Have fun Y/n, Eddie treat her well” “You know I will” he teased and winked at you. "Oh I sorry Eddie my lips left a stain let me-" "No" he grabbed your hands "I want everyone to know I kiss the prettiest girl in Hawkins" Eddie danced with you all night. He bribes them with $20 and some weed to play some Metallica. The night ended with Eddie driving you home, kissing you on your doorstep “Until tomorrow my queen” he bowed and kiss you hand “Tomorrow” you questioned “What is tomorrow” “Oh yeah I forgot to tell you we have a date” He got into his van and watch you walk in before going into the living finding your sister on the couch waiting for you “Tell me everything”

#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie x you #eddie munson imagine #eddie fluff #eddie is so in love #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson oneshot #eddie my beloved #st fanfic #eddie munson fandom #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n

[bleach-your-panties]

🖤⚡️alternative/punk!bf denki w/ his black gf

...who

(they are 3rd years)

◇loves to push her hair away from her neck and kiss it and her ears. loves to just touch her ears and neck randomly.

◇will grab her hair and make a makeshift ponytail while fucking doggy style, getting head, or kissing her neck.

◇wears black rings made of smooth, cold marble. found them at HT, along with an entire pack of over 100 rubber wristbands in all different colors with different sayings on them.

◇wears his hair back in a little ponytail sometimes (likes when she pulls it when he's giving her head❤️)

◇drives with his hand gripping the very bottom middle of the steering wheel. pretty ass hands with those rings and wrist bands👅

◇ is a total pokemon nerd. nicknames for each other : Pikachu and (fav Pokemon). played Pokémon Go religiously when it came out. plays all the games on his Switch. will definitely ask her to prom with a pokeball and roses. "I Choose You"

◇will finger her from the back with two fingers, rubbing his rings against her clit to get her super wet. pushes them insanely deep and cups her pussy with his palm.

◇has long thin fingers with prominent veins running alongside them. look pretty when wrapped around her neck or pushed to the hilt inside her pussy.

◇super supportive boyfriend. always hypes her up and does Tik Tok dances/trends with her.

◇makes sure she wears her bonnet before bed and will put it back on for her if it slips off during the night. 🥺

◇is interested in her hobbies/daily routines. will sit like a puppy and watch her apply makeup. never tells her she doesn't need it because if she wants to, she can and it just enhances her beauty anyway 💗

◇likes to play in her skincare products and then pouts when he gets told off

◇both are very afraid of the dark and he will panic despite having a quirk that can produce light.

◇gf hates horror movies and games, but plays horror games IN THE DARK then needs cuddles from her when they get too realistic and he can't sleep in his own room cuz he's scared.

◇gf will lay up with him all day while he plays video games with the boys. lays on his back, too and watches, even helps by letting him know where the enemies are that he can't see. watches his blind spots.

◇has definitely gotten head and then fucked her during game night with the mic on mute.

◇grabs her ass unconsciously out of pure habit. likes to press his crotch against it whenever theyre standing really close, especially while she's in her school skirt and no one is paying attention.

◇will put his hand up her skirt in the front or back when he wants some. pulls her to the locker room or utility closet.

◇loves to pick her up and have her legs wrap around him.

◇wears t-shirts, basketball shorts, socks, and athletic slides when relaxing.

◇dresses in mostly black and yellow. plaid, flannel, ripped jeans, cargo pants/shorts, platform Converse, Vans, studded belts, chokers, and bracelets. dangling earrings.

◇buys her cute jewelry and accessories (especially anklets, so he can watch them dangle by her ears when they're fucking). bought her one with his initials and a little lightning bolt on it.

◇has piercings; eyebrow, tongue, snakebites, tongue frenulum, septum, earlobes.

◇whispers in her ear "how do you want it?" before they start having sex. gentleman. 😌

◇sits in the nail shop with her and even helps choose colors/designs.

◇djs on the weekends as a side gig to make money and also works at Pizza Hut. she tags along to his gigs for moral support.

◇has definitely given her and her friends free pizza and will randomly show up at her house to give her pizza and other treats. made her a heart-shaped pizza on Valentine's Day and delivered it dressed as Cupid.

◇is very musically talented. can play bass guitar, keyboard, and drums. sings, raps, writes music, and of course dj's. can dj with old school turn tables. uses his MacBook to create his own mixes.

◇was actually very shy about approaching her at first. he flirts a lot but only to girls he doesn't really have a strong attraction to.

◇lets her paint his nails black. keeps them very neat and dies inside when they chip. immediately goes to her for a "fill-in".

◇dated Ibara Shiozaki and Reiko Yanagi from class B (not at the same time). neither relationship lasted long.

◇HAS BRACES. they're black. embarrassed of them, but all the girls in class say they make him look cute. gf adores them. punched a dude in the face for calling him Braceface.

◇plays music while gf sings. these sessions are usually late at night and are very therapeutic for them.

◇is sweet, kind, hard-working, loves his gf and spoils her and she him.

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[anasdaughterrr]

i’ve been on this new account for a bit so here’s my motivation for reaching my gw:

•skinny thighs that look good in any sort of skirt or pants and that don’t rub together and chafe in the summertime

•feeling cleaner

•having people notice the change

•have people treat me nicer

•more attention from friends and family

•instead of my relatives commenting on how much i’m eating, they will comment on how skinny i’m looking

•i won’t ever be afraid to meet someone new in fear that their fist impression of me is that i’m fat. Instead, they’ll think “wow this girl is super pretty AND funny?”

•being the tiny friend for once in my life

•being able to finally fit the aesthetic that I want

•being able to finally take cute instagram pics

•less scared to post on social media

•i perform in musical theater, so i won’t have to worry about costumes looking bad on me

•no matter what angle someone takes a pic of me, it’ll look good

•applying my makeup will be easier because i won’t feel like i’m putting lipstick on a pig

•i will be more confident and therefore more sociable and happy (i know this from previous weight loss experience)

• dress shopping for formal events will actually be fun and not humiliating

•if the subject of weight ever comes up, i don’t have to be afraid of saying my weight out loud because i’ll be proud of it

•revenge on all the girls that called me fat

•less area to shave, apply lotion on, apply sunscreen on, and less area to wash.

•i overall won’t feel like a giant and like i’m taking up so much space whether it’s on chairs, couches, in a cramped room, etc. (i’m really tall and being tall and fat is like the worst combo because i just feel like an ogre)

• opening tumblr and not feeling guilty but instead feeling accomplished

•old teachers/ students from school looking at me and going “omg i didn’t even recognize you!” (i have had this happen before and it’s the best feeling in the world)

•sitting on my bf’s lap without feeling like i’m crushing him (as much as he claims he likes it i don’t like feeling fat)

•i’m getting older and when i get married i want my husband to be able to bridal carry me

•^^ also wedding dress NEEDS to look good on me or the wedding is cancelled

•i honestly grew up fat (before i lost a ton of weight and then gained it all back 🙄) and i really don’t want to spend the rest of my life chubby or midsized or fat. I just wanna enjoy the slim life.

•i’m very very focused on my looks and I really like when I look good.

•I want a slim face with the sunken-in look and hood cheekbones

•basically any clothes would be oversized

•most of my social anxiety would go away because I wouldn’t be focused on people thinking i’m fat

• i could share clothes with my sister (she’s super tall and skinny and has adorable clothes)

•impress my boyfriend’s family and HIS relatives (best feeling)

• i know this might sound odd but when i lost weight the first time my feet?? got smaller??? and so did my nose???? and my boobs??? all things that i would love to shrink.

•no more flabby arms that I have to hide under a cardigan or sweatshirt

•I was really athletic when i lost a bunch of weight the first time???? and i never worked out for it or did it in a healthy way so idk why i was all of a sudden super athletic but I was

•i always dreamed of being an ice skater and they’re so weightless and thin and beautiful

•halloween costumes could be so much better on my thin body instead of finding one that covers up the most fat

•prom dress looks good (i’m graduated by my bf is a senior this year and he’s taking me to prom)

• i was just more likable when i was skinny. Idk how to describe it

•believe it or not, people talk about you more when you lose weight. I was a total nobody in high school until i lost weight and then people who i didn’t even know we’re like talking about me in good ways and saying good things about me

•more friends. I know that friendship is mostly about the personality, but there are so many bitchy skinny girls with like 100 friends that all go out and do stuff together and even if they’re fake friends they’re better than no friends 🥲

• christmas and winter season in general

•imagine wearing an oversized outfit in the summer time and then whipping out the absolute perfect bikini body? goals.

that’s all for now, but i’m sure i’ll think of some more!

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[beeandheroddobsessions]

In Love With Another Man

Pairing: Elvis x F!Reader

Summary: Elvis let’s you go, and you move on. That is until you’re forced to deal with the feelings you worked so hard to hide.

Warnings: Wedding. Elvis is sort of an ass. I think that’s all.

A/N: This is late late late! Nevertheless, it’s here. And self indulgent. Happy reading! -Yonka💕

You were supposed to be happy. This was all you had wished for, a man to love and care for you, to treat you right. Yet the white dress that hugs your body is suffocating. The heels on your feet are causing an ache that you can't ignore. Though elegant and classy, the style of your hair looks like the ugliest thing you've ever seen. 

The guests at your wedding all wear bright smiles, yet you can't muster one to save your life. As the priest drones on about "The union of these two souls," your stomach twists. You stare at the man before you; he's excitedly shifting his weight, ready to finally give you his last name. Your hands are clammy in his, and beads of sweat form under your veil as you close your eyes, hoping to ease your nerves.

He wasn't the one. William was kind, cared for you, never left you behind, and gave you the world and a half. It felt wrong to deny his proposal when he had put so much work into it.

This might feel worse, though; your heart knows where it belongs. None of that matters now; you sent the invitation, hoping he'd RSVP or at least give you a call. Something, anything, that would keep you from going through with this marriage. Foolish.

Elvis Presley wasn't more than a mumbling teenager when you met him. His first year in high school was rough. Boys could've been kinder, and every girl he spoke to ran for the hills. That didn't stop you from striking up a conversation, though.

It started with hanging out now and again, which quickly became an everyday ordeal. The two of you were joined at the hip, never straying far from one another.

Elvis called you 'little,' a nickname earned only because he loomed over you. In return, you dubbed him 'trunks.' when you explained why he laughed himself silly.

"Little, my legs do not look like tree trunks." He said, through a bout of giggles.

Elvis was glad to have a friend. You, however, were falling. Quickly. 

He and music went hand-in-hand, and you supported him through and through. When his first record was released, you scrounged up the money to buy it and then forced him to sign it in your living room. He thought it was the silliest thing ever, but you knew he'd go far and promised to support him the whole way. You practically blew his eardrums when you found out about the hayride.

Being in love with your best friend wasn’t exactly easy. Every time he’s tell you about a girl he was interested in your eye would twitch. When he’d leave to go home, your chest would hurt in longing. You didn’t even know if he felt the same. That didn’t matter to you as long as he was by your side. He was perfect in your eyes and you were just glad to be around him.

So when he asked you to be his date to prom, you almost fainted right there, unsure if you were dreaming or not. Sure, it was a little last minute, but You were ecstatic, immediately planning what colors you'd wear.

Elvis shook his head at your excitement, telling you he wouldn't be here to shop with you; something about a small tour. Your smile faltered, but Elvis assured you it would only be a few days; he'd be back in time, and that's all that mattered. 

When the night finally came, everything felt perfect. Elvis garnered a bit of popularity after he returned but nothing too serious. Aside from a few small conversations, he was all yours for the night. You laughed together, and he told you about what it was like performing on stage with so many people watching. 

The songs began to slow down, and you could've melted into a pile of jelly when Elvis stood and held out his hand. You rose to your feet and took it, not expecting him to pull you into his chest so quickly. His eyes met your own as his hands found a home on your hips. As you rested your head on his chest, he began to sway. 

"I've got something to tell ya, little." 

This was the moment you were waiting for. After all this time, Elvis would admit his feelings for you. Not wanting to seem too eager, you bit back the smile inching onto your face.

"What is it, Trunks?"

Elvis let out a breath, and you felt his chest rumble as he began to speak again.

"Little I-, well, m'leavin. I've gotta branch out, and I won't be home as much anymore. This'll be my last night seein' ya and I just want to say thank ya for bein' so supportive, couldnt’ve done any of it without ya."

Though you completely understood where he came from, him being so calm about it crushed your heart. 

"what-" your mouth dried out, and breath caught in your throat. "What do you mean, trunks? We-" 

He sighed, pulled away from you, placed his hands on your shoulders, and looked you square in the eye. 

"I. Am. Leavin'. Y/n, I'm sayin' goodbye. You're makin' this hard." 

You're in shock; how were you making this hard? Did he not understand the gravity of this situation? Could he not see the hurt in your eyes? Was he really this clueless? All you could do was nod your head in understanding.

You couldn't find it in you to say a word for the rest of the night. The ride home was unbearably uncomfortable; tears threatened to fall, and the lump in your throat made it hard to swallow. When you reached your home, Elvis walked you to the door. No words were exchanged; he wouldn't even meet your gaze. 

He opened his mouth, but nothing left it. Not a 'goodnight.' Not a 'see you later.' Not an 'I love you.' No, Elvis Presley, your best friend since freshman year, gave you a pat on the back. A fucking pat...on the back.

You didn't bother to formulate a response, feeling too upset and, quite frankly, disrespected. as he descended the stairs on your porch, you turned on your feet and walked inside. Just like that, you were the girl he forgot.

After Elvis, sure you’d never love again, You threw yourself into work, making a career in botanicals. You sold cut flowers, herbs, the whole nine yards.

You had just turned twenty-four when you met William. He walked in looking for an arrangement for his mother and chatted you up for an hour.

William took you on dates, bought you gifts, and even fell in favor with your parents. He was the safe route, so you settled. Hoping to find happiness with someone new.

Now you stand, at the altar, feeling sick as a dog. The priest waves his hand in your face, trying to get your attention. He chuckles a bit as you snap back into reality.

"Ms. Y/L/N? Do you take William to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold? In sickness and in-" 

The doors of the cathedral bring the ceremony to a halt. Heads turn, and gasps ring out through the church. Footsteps make their way down the aisle, slow and steady. You don't dare look up when they reach the altar, fearing what you might find staring back.

"Little, I gotta say...this ain't how i woulda planned a weddin' for ya."

Your head snaps up, brows furrowing as you drop Williams's hands. 

"You got no right, Presley—no goddamn right!" You exclaim, breathing heavy and eyes stern. Elvis places a hand on his hip, he almost looks shocked at the way you're speaking.

"Thought you woulda been happy to see me. Invitation came in the mail under 'special'. This is what ya wanted right? Wanted me ta sit and watch ya marry this fool?" 

William speaks while you’re picking your jaw up off the floor,

“Fool? Who the hell are you to come in here and call me a damn fool? Ya crash a weddin’ and I’m the fool?”

Elvis almost laughs at his outburst, “you’re a fool for thinking’ she loves ya. I know that much.”

Your face feels hot. You glance toward your husband-to-be, confusion evident on his face. The revelation has guests on the edge of their seats. You shake your head, hoping he won't continue. But alas, hope can only get one so far. 

"I'm glad he wants to make a family, little, but he ain't doin' it with my woman."

The speed at which your hand connects with his face causes his head to turn. 

"Your woman? Your woman? Elvis, you left me. Didn't even say goodbye. I love you, and y-you just left." You don't even realize what you've just said, too angry with the man in front of you to notice.

William steps in between the two of you, "You still love him?" 

If you were feeling sick before, there are no words to describe what's going on with you now. 

You shake your head, hoping there's still a chance to save this shitshow. "No, I-" 

William takes one look at you and chuckles in disbelief.

"You do. I can see it. You wouldn't have invited him if you didn't. Just wish you didn't waste my time."

Tears well in your eyes as he begins to walk away; for a moment, you feel like you did on prom night. Your lip quivers, the embarrassment becoming too much. His family shoots you dirty looks, and they all filter out behind him. Elvis's entourage is quick to replace them.

"Well, that was somethin' huh?" Elvis says. You shoot him a look so mean it would make a baby cry.

He takes William's spot, grabbing your hands in the process. "little," he starts,

"There hasn't been a day I didn't think about ya. You were my first friend and loved me in a way no one else could. Before I was Elvis, I was trunks. I was a fool to walk away from ya, and m'sorry."

You whimper, struggling to talk, "You left like i was nothin'. How can I believe that?" He steps in close, lifting a hand to hold your face. 

"Have i ever lied to ya before, little?"

You know he's right, and as much as you want to be bitter, your feelings betray you. Before you know it, your arms are around his neck, and he's squeezing you for dear life.

"So, is no one getting married?" Your aunt shouts from the back.

You let out a laugh, and Elvis turns toward the priest. 

"Well, I say I do." He glances back at you, "what about you, little?"

You think for a moment. Would it really be that bad? This was your dream, after all. You cut your losses and give your answer.

"I do, Trunks." With that, the priest officiates your marriage. Elvis pulls out an opal ring, knowing you were never a fan of the diamonds, and slides it on your finger.

"By the power vested in me, I pronounce you, husband and wife. You may Kiss the bride."  

Elvis crashes his lips onto yours, and applause fill the room. It feels surreal. At the night's end, he takes you back to Graceland, promising to give you a proper wedding—one with all the bells and whistles. You can't help but look at him like he's the only man in the world.

After all this time, Elvis Presley still held your heart.

Taglist: @marriedtopresley @prayerstopresley

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[emillytalks]

today was a chill day

i went to a gothic shop with my younger sister and her friend to look for a prom dress for her

after that i went to my university and printed my newest print i am currently working on

also this weekend i went shopping and bought some soft grunge pieces such as skinny black jeans, stripy shirts and one black short sleeve top

i will add that channelling tumblr 2014 era through fashion and music makes me really happy lately

on my way home, i saw a black cat torturing a little lizard, and i tried to save him (i hope she never finds him)

and now i gotta do my homework

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[azucar-skull]

I just realized I can do this now that GEM is over--

Green Eyed Mask chapters in a nutshell (complete edition)

Ch 1: Orphan gets adopted

Ch 2: Orphan gets re-orphaned

Ch 3: Orphan sad

Ch 4: House tour

Ch 5: Gay uncles reunite

Ch 6: Lore

Ch 7: Gay rabbit trauma dumps then proposes

Ch 8: Gay rabbit and turtle wedding

Ch 9: American man does an American thing

Ch 10: Purple uncle dies

Ch 11: Orphan reunites with mom before getting orphaned for a 3rd time

Ch 12: Two angry turtles commit mass murder

Ch 13: Ghost mom haunts orphan

Ch 14: Orphan runs away with robot orphan, the orphan duo

Ch 15: That scene from TLOU

Ch 16: That scene from TLOU continued

Ch 17: Orphan kills a baby and its parent is now orphan-parented lol

Ch 18: Orphan eats teddy bear

Ch 19: Chopsticks

Ch 20: Weird purple skeleton tells a story

Ch 21: Orphan has a boss fight with sheep-goat grandpa

Ch 22: The beginning of the movie (Orphan gets orphaned a 4th time)

Ch 23: The ending of the movie

Ch 24: Orphan sad again

Ch 25: Orphan no longer becomes orphan, is now Child

Ch 26: Get in bitch, we're going shopping

Ch 27: I hate doctors

Ch 28: Ghost mom lore

Ch 29: Therapy (finally)

Ch 30: Child becomes Danny Phantom

Ch 31: Danny Phantom uncovers ghost secrets part 1

Ch 32: part 2

Ch 33: part 3

Ch 34: Danny Phantom commits attempted murder

Ch 35: Danny Phantom goes to school

Ch 36: American man does an American thing (again)

Ch 37: Gays reunite

Ch 38: Danny Phantom trauma dumps

Ch 39: 🎶I'm sitting here~ *clap clap* Crying in my prom dress~🎶

Ch 40: Old gay couple telenovela

Ch 41: Robot orphan reveals purple uncle lore

Ch 42: Danny Phantom world tour

Ch 43: Danny Phantom's family stages an intervention

Ch 44: That Titanium music video but with Danny Phantom

Ch 45: Danny Phantom reverts back to Orphan

Ch 46: Orphan gets re-adopted

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