#suzi love images

[mickmathersartblog]

“I Fell in Love V”

digital collage & digital painting by Mick Mather

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#Mick Mather #digital art #digital collage #digital text #digital painting #'found' image #digital manipulation #Suzy Kendall #I Fell in Love Series #MickMathersARTblog

[cutethroate]

pov: ur one of suzie’s friends/partners, and so she gives u a ring pop. because she loves you.

#* && OOC #* && SHY /// NAIVE : ( SUZIE / SELF ! ) #she fuckin loves candy she is a fiend..... loves ring pops push pops blow pops etc #anything that changes ur tongue funky colors rlly. #also she's always wearing one of those candy chokers/necklaces and gnaws on it #anyway this was just a cute mental image to me ok

[wiredsmile]

thinking about musician au suzie yet again tonight .

#( ROCKER GURL IS PEAK MANIC PIXIES SUZIE ENERGY WAHHHHH. ) #( i just love her manic pixies au so much actuallt guys like YOU DONT UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH SHE MEANS TO ME !!!! ) #( sobs into my palms over her . ) #˚₊·—̳͟͞♡ iii. 𐙚 image. ᝰ .ᐟ . . . visage ౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ . #˚₊·—̳͟͞♡ v. 𐙚 verse. ᝰ .ᐟ . . . 013. musician au ౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ .

[catknives]

soulmate-esque au where steve is born with a psychic power where the first time he touches someone who will be important to him, he gets flashes of future moments between the two of them.

the first time he touches nancy he sees flashes of the two of them happy together, then an argument. the flashes clearly jump ahead a few years, as if they maybe stopped talking for a while, but they still look happy in that future. he thinks that maybe they get in a big fight, but clearly they’re still in each others lives for a long, long time.

when he ruffles dustin’s hair looking for dart, he gets flashes of laughter and jokes and a long life of brotherhood. he sees secret handshakes and little plastic dice and being invited to thanksgiving.

they’re not always positive. the first time he brushes past billy in the locker room, he’s filled with flashes of anger and dread and pain, and none of what he sees makes sense in the moment.

on his first day at scoops, he shakes robin’s hands and gets his biggest vision yet. there’s so much love and happiness and joy there, including a montage in which they seem to work a frankly absurd variety of jobs. but he gets stuck on an image of himself in a tux, robin in a wedding dress, and thinks this must be my future wife.

it isn’t until much later, on a dirty bathroom floor, that he realizes he was standing behind robin in that vision of her in a wedding dress, and, oh, he’s her best man.

almost a year later, when eddie pushes him against a wall with a broken bottle to his neck, steve is almost convinced he’s passed out because of the sheer number of visions running through his head. some of the flashes are innocent happy moments—sharing a joint, laughing at a movie, making dinner—but there’s also flashes of pleasure and adoration and devotion on a level that steve’s never felt before.

he sees flashes of waking up next to eddie in bed, walking a dog around a lake hand in hand, watching eddie perform on stage, a soft kiss to a bare shoulder.

and suddenly steve yearns, thinks he’s never fully known the meaning of that word until now. he tries to play it cool, doesn’t want to freak eddie out, but he’s seen so many visions of them holding hands that his fingers itch with the need to interlace with eddie’s.

when eddie is attacked by demobats, everyone tries to get steve and dustin to leave eddie’s body behind, because clearly eddie is dead. and steve can’t explain to them why he knows that can’t be true, he just stubbornly insists and drags eddie to a hospital as he promises again and again to dustin that eddie is going to make it.

everyone but steve is shocked when the doctors find the barest hint of a pulse.

it’s touch and go at first, but they put eddie in a medically induced coma and he starts to improve. steve is there the whole time. he tells the unconscious eddie about all of the things they still have to do together, about how he knows eddie will live a long, happy life because he’s seen eddie with gray in his hair, laugh lines etched into his face, as they welcome their first grandchild to the world.

and eddie makes it, and when he was up eddie tells steve he heard everything. steve steels himself for denial or disbelief, but eddie tells him that it’s the first thing he’s heard in the past month that actually makes sense.

they share their first kiss right there in the hospital room, and even though steve has seen this moment before, it still takes his breath away.

as he grows older, steve notices more and more of the moments he’s seen in visions as they happen. he happily discovers that there’s so much the visions don’t show, and there’s still so much to see.

because yes, just like he saw all those years ago, he stands behind robin at her wedding, and it’s as moving and special as it always looked. but he also gives max away at her and lucas’s wedding, and he helps dustin propose to suzie, and he helps erica pick out her wedding dress. and, of course, robin stands behind steve at his own wedding.

steve lives a long happy life, with so many memories—seen and unseen—to look forward to.

#ficlet #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #platonic soulmates stobin

[margotw10bis]

Crashing On Crush.JJK 1 [m]

crush!Jungkook x reader

Genre: smut; series; romance; angst

Words: 2.3k

Synopsis: What happens when your first encounter with your crush is Jungkook seeing your ass?

Warnings: sexual tension; alcohol consumption

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Your first encounter with Jungkook was... embarrassing. The truth is that timing isn't really your friend and you had another proof of that.

Your hand digging through your purse to find your goddamn phone that was ringing - you were waiting for a very important phone call after a job interview -, Jungkook, suddenly opening the front door of your best friend's apartment, was welcomed with a very vivid image: your ass and your pussy barely covered by your baby blue thong, up in the air while you were bend over since your bag was on the floor. Maybe a little context is needed here to explain how you could possibly end up in this situation.

Suzi, your best friend you met few years ago on your first day of college, has been begging you to go clubbing. She knows you don't really like it: you don't like loud music, annoying guys trying to hit on every women and dancing in the middle of a hot and sweaty crowd. At the end, you're always bored in the club. But Suzi loves it. She even met her boyfriend in one.

Taehyung and her have been dating for almost ten months now and they just recently moved in together. You can really see how happy Suzi is when she talks about him. She is madly in love with him. And you have seen Taehyung enough to say the same thing about him, even if you're not as close to him as you are to Suzi.

Anyway, let's go back to the most embarrassing moment of your existence.

After hours of Suzi bawling in your ears to go to the club, you've surrendered. She invited you to spend the afternoon at her place after school so you could talk and then get ready together. You were at the very beginning of it: you only had time to put on make-up and your matching baby blue lace bra and thong after your shower when you heard your phone. You knew it was the call you were waiting for. A few days earlier, you had a job interview for an art gallery of Seoul. So, when the first ringtones started, you just ran to your handbag you had left in the entrance.

And there you are. Jungkook facing your pretty ass as he has just passed the door. You gasp when you hear the door and turn around as fast as you can. However, not fast enough to have spare him the show. This is officially the most embarrassing, awkward moment of your life. Especially when you have a huge crush on Jungkook. You haven't met the guy yet but you know he's Taehyung's best friend. And since Suzi and him start dating, you have been following Tae on Instagram. When you saw a pic of the two guys together, you couldn't help yourself and you clicked on Jungkook's profile. By now, you know all his posts by heart and you get so excited when he posts a new photo of him. He is so handsome, so hot. His long black hair, his right arm covered in ink, his lip piercing... Everything in him screams 'I know I made your panties wet'.

But now, while you were looking forward to your first encounter with him tonight - other than the hundred scenarios you've made up in your mind at night dreaming about him -, you've just ruined the tiny, little chances you could have had with him.

You blush so hard that you're sure your whole face is red. Your open mouth doesn't even know what to say and he looks just as surprised as you. You feel so... humiliated that you just grab you bag and escape to Suzi's bedroom. Your heart beats so fast and loud from the embarrassment. How can you face him now?

You vainly try to calm down before answering to the phone. Even the great news of your hiring doesn't warm up your heart. All you can think about is that you met your crush and the first thing he saw was your ass.

What you don't know is that, beside the surprise, Jungkook is kind of satisfied with the view that welcomed him. How can he not be happy to see such a beautiful butt? The baby blue of your thong is such a flattering color for your skin. You looked so sexy. Not so much because of your foxy underwear but because of your body. A perfect body he'd dare to say. At the same time, when he saw the embarrassment on your face, Jungkook also thought that you were cute. He knows who you are: his best friend couldn't shut up about his girlfriend and showed him so many photos of her. In some of them, you were there. Your beautiful smile caught his eyes. And Tae also told him that you were in his apartment before inviting Jungkook to go on without him because he had some stuff to grab in his car. The mere annoyance of being left out by this best buddy instantly vanished when he opened the door. Even now, without the sight of your body, his cock is hard, a pleasant memory of your first encounter.

Suzi looks at you with a questioning look.

"I just had the worse moment of my life!" You tell her

"Stop dramatizing"

"Jungkook is here. And he saw my ass!" You are almost crying but your best friend bursts into laughing. "Suzi, this is not funny! How can I face him now?"

"Well, I think he should thank you, you gave him one kind of a show!" She teases

You gently slap her arm to make her stop mocking you.

"Relax! I'm sure this is not the first time he's seeing a butt. And yours is pretty hot. I'm sure he won't be mad at you. Maybe, it'll even make him interested in you"

What a lucky girl you are! Your crush will only care about you because you showed him your bum...

"Look, Y/N" Suzi says more seriously "You can't hide here. So get ready, and let's go. If you feel too embarrassed, get drunk, you won't think about it"

You wince. Suzi doesn't have the best idea but she's right about one thing: you can't stay here forever. So you pull yourself together and try to gather all the courage you have.

———

After thirty minutes in the club, the loud and unpleasant music slaughtering your ears, you've decided to keep on with your strategy: avoiding Jungkook at all costs. You don't look at him, you stay away from him and you try hard to forget what happened. The only problem is that he makes it so damn hard. He is so attractive in his black shirt and black slacks. The outfit compliments so well his fit body. You get even more annoyed that you force yourself to not enjoy it while a beautiful blond girl is flirting with him at the other side of your group's booth. You can't help thinking "it was supposed to be me!". You've waited so long to finally meet Jungkook and this... incident ruined everything. It's so unfair. You've been crushing on him for months and it's this blond girl who's known him for five minutes who is laughing seductively by his side.

And your best friend is nowhere to be seen. She is probably dancing with Taehyung.

You are so, so mad right now. With you for letting your fucking phone in the fucking entrance when you fucking knew you were waiting for a phone call. With Jungkook who couldn't arrive one minute later. With the whole universe for the legendary bad luck of yours.

You grab your glass while you sigh, and drink up one shot the rest of your cosmo. And it's not a good one. Yep, you really don't like clubs. You really don't like to dance either. More than that: you hate it. But you hate even more seeing this girl flirting with Jungkook so you get up and walk to the dance floor. Thanks to the two glasses of the vodka based cocktail you've drank before, you feel less reticent to move - shyly - your body. Your tight and short navy dress goes up a little when you lift your arms to 'dance'. You are not really seductive at the moment since your moves are not smooth - which your uncomfortable high heels don't help either. But you allow your head to empty. You don't think about anything, especially not about Jungkook's eyes on your ass.

Well...

Maybe you do think a little about that and the alcohol shifts the memory into something arousing. You are wearing the sexier underwear you own. And let's get honest: you chose it because of Jungkook. You were kind of wishing to finish the night with him. You were wishing him to see your ass in this thong. And he did. The simple thought of his gaze on you makes your pussy clench. You've seen his face a hundred time on Instagram and you are still surprised by his handsomeness. He is way hotter in real life. You can't argue his 'I know I make your panties wet' look because you are wet because of him. For him. Your brain full of this horniness, you forget everything, you forget the world around you.

You even forget that Jungkook, the man who is responsible for your condition, is in the same club. And you don't know that he is looking at you. Since you left to join the crowd of dancing people, Jungkook has been observing you. Your slow moves and above all your dress getting higher on your thighs turn him on. Especially when he knows what is underneath your tight dress. He more or less managed to control his erection until now. He stays seated to hide his stretched crotch. But he can't resist anymore. He doesn't even listen to the blond girl next to him. She is hot, for sure, but he doesn't care. She is not as hot as you. He hesitates to join you because he is afraid to make you uncomfortable: you haven't even looked at him since you all arrived here.

But when he sees a random dude looking at you with greed and approaching you, he jumps out of his seat and virtually runs to you.

You feel a strong body behind you. At first, you think it's just a guy trying to hit on you by rubbing himself on you. But then you realize that the person in your back doesn't move. Intrigued, you turn around and gasp by surprise when you see Jungkook. You want to say something but your brain can't make something out. Jungkook notices it and saves you from - another - embarrassing moment:

"Can I have a dance?"

Your heart skips a beat. Thanks to the colored spot, he can't see you blushing, hard. You just manage to nod and he puts his big and warm hands on your waist. It feels so soft, so right that you rant about the barrier of the dress between your bare skins. The feeling is so good, you almost moan. Your hands rest chastely on his large shoulder, too shy to touch him more than that even if you die to do so. His black shirt doesn't prevent you from catching how buff he is.

"This outfit suits you so well" he tells you with a playful smile. You don't get that Jungkook is actually not talking about your dress but about your underwear. Nevertheless, the compliment makes you wet and you press your tights together to avoid any leak. It doesn't go unnoticed by Jungkook who smirks. He loves to see the effects he has on women but he loves it even more on you.

You feel fogged. You don't know if it's because of the alcohol, because of the heat due to the dance and the crowd around you, or because of Jungkook. Your moves are getting messier and sloppier, you barely stand on your legs. Jungkook notices it and he frowns, immediately worried about you.

"Y/N, are you okay?" He asks

"I need some air" you manage to say so low you're not sure if he has heard you or if he has guessed the words on your lips

Jungkook grabs you closer to him to support you and leads you to the door. You wish you could enjoy more the sensation of his body pressed against yours.

The cold air slapping your face, your arms and your exposed thighs makes you jolt. It's not much that the breeze is freezing because it's not - Seoul's June is actually quite hot -, but it's the difference between the suffocating heat of the club and the pure air of the outside. You can't tell if you're feeling better or worse.

"Are you okay?" Jungkook asks once again. He gently cups your face with his large and warm hands. It's so heartening you want to close your eyes and press your cheeks deeper into them. He looks at you straight in the eyes, trying to scan your face. His big doe eyes are so pretty, even with furrowed brows.

"I don't feel too well. I think I'm going to head home. You can go back inside"

"I'm coming with you"

You can't help but feeling two contradictory emotions: your heart warming by Jungkook's kindness and guilt of ruining his night.

"No, you don't have to, I can call a cab"

But he doesn't listen to you, you can see it by the determination in his dark eyes.

"I'm coming with you" His words validating your assumptions.

"My bag is inside"

"Let's go grab it and then I'll take you home"

Well, it was certainly not the way you thought spending the night with your crush...

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#bts jungkook #bts fanfic #bts smut #bts #fanfic #jeon jungkook #jungkook #jungkook x reader #jjk x reader #jjk

[hotvintagepoll]

Propaganda

Nancy Kwan (The World of Suzy Wong, Flower Drum Song, Tamahine)—Nancy Kwan is my faaaaave like you don't understand!! watching her dance in her beautiful chic boudoir in flower drum song—the GRACE of it, the STUNNING BEAUTY. she is everything i've ever wanted to be and more. theeee most beautiful woman of the 60s i don't care what anyone else says! my queen my icon my legend!!

Rita Hayworth (Gilda, Cover Girl)—Absolutely, drop-dead gorgeous. She steals every movie she’s in; she was Fred Astaire’s favorite dance partner, as you can see in clips from their movies [link][link]. Born Margarita Carmen Cansino, Rita's story had its tragedies—her father was awful and had her performing in nightclubs way, way too young; the studio totally remade her look because they were afraid of her hispanic image, putting her through painful treatments and diets; she had a string of failed marriages. But beside all that, I think there's something about Rita that still glows through—an inner beauty that has nothing to do with the studio, or the men who pinned their dreams on her. Rita brings an incandescence to roles that's impossible to replicate, and was truly a great actress in that she could switch from herself—shy Margarita—into a bold and glamorous femme fatale so convincingly everyone fell in love with her as Gilda. She's my favorite movie star, and I think she was a beautiful human through and through—Rita, gorgeous and real and shining bright.

This is round 4 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Nancy Kwan:

"askgdshadlg women"

"2 Golden Globes. Was in 15 movies to 1970 and many more after."

"have you seen her? she’s beautiful and love her so much. she also did ballet before acting."

"She was one of the few Asian American starlets of her time, she is graceful beautiful and she had to work a lot at making it big under the circumstances (20th century Hollywood)"

"Ok, this is super niche, but movies for Asian American girls growing up in the 80s was limited. Nancy Kwan is really freaking gorgeous and, while her character in Flower Drum Song is problematic nowadays (i heard she cried when asked to do the lingerie scenes), having an Asian American woman on screen with her own prerogative+agency was formative."

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Mary Pickford:

Rita Hayworth:

Do you need any other propaganda? Here’s the video.

She was not called "the love goddess" for nothing: beautiful, glamorous, despite playing sexy and provocative roles her inherent shyness somehow also would shine through sometimes, creating this contradictory and incredibly attractive image

Often played "the bad girl" who tempted the male hero away from "the good girl"; but did have roles that broke her out of that mold. She was also the inspiration for Jessica Rabbit. THE pinup girlie.

HELP

She was soo beautiful when she was young and she MAINTAINED that beauty into her later years and I think that old lady glamour is hot. bombastic sex appeal

every line she delivers in gilda is so flirty and passionate or absolutely desolate and it's so good

I just have a lot of feelings about her

#rita hayworth #nancy kwan #hotvintagepoll #fuck that old woman #ladies 4 #me to myself (personally): FUCK. #Youtube

[little-diable]

Always have, always will – Dean Winchester (smut)

This is my @spnfanficpond Secret Santa fic for @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior <3 I hope you love this little story as much as I do! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: It's been years since Dean and (y/n) have parted ways, but perhaps this year's Christmas season is finally the right time to find their way back together.

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, very fluffy, only a tiny tiny bit of angst, but full of love and nostalgia

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader (2.2k words)

“Sam?” Dean’s gritty voice echoed through the bunker, eyes focused on the neatly wrapped box that had been placed on his bed. He waited for his brother to answer the call of his name, waited for the sound of Sam’s boots meeting the cold ground, but nothing could be heard, leaving Dean engulfed by a thick blanket of silence. 

He approached the box with caution, as if it were a dormant trap waiting to pull him in. Gingerly Dean picked it up, turning it in his hands. The wrapping paper crinkled beneath his touch, curiosity mingled with suspicion in his piercing eyes. Slowly he unpacked the box, freezing as his eyes fell upon an all too familiar leather bound book. 

Dean sank down on his bed, holding the photo album in his hands, eyes taking in the old leather, letting his thumb stroke the fabric with a smile tugging on his lips. Memories, frozen in time, spilled out before him like an ancient tome of secrets. His heart skipped a beat as he leafed through the pages, images of laughter and shared glances filling the spaces between the faded photographs. It had been years since he had last seen this book, back at Bobby’s where he had reached for it whenever he could, with her pressed to his side. 

It took Dean a few moments to notice the neatly folded paper that had been attached to the leather, reaching for the letter with trembling hands. He’d always recognise her handwriting, the slightly cursive words pressed into thin paper like ink tattooed into his skin. Dean couldn’t stop the tears from welling up in his eyes, having to blink a few times before he could focus on the letter she had written to him. 

“My dearest Dean, 

It has been years since I’ve last allowed myself to even speak your name. A name I’ve hated for longer than I’d like to admit, well perhaps not the name, but the memories tied to it. But the truth is, Dean, as much as I told myself to hate you for breaking my heart, for pushing me away, I can’t help but long for you. But now I think I finally understand why you did it, at least I like to think I do. 

I’ve been holding onto this photo album for a while now, but it’s only fair you also get to have it for some time. Sam told me you’ll be around for the Christmas days, I’d like to see you, catch up on the past years. I’ll be at Suzie’s this afternoon. 

I'll be the one trying to figure out how the hell I got so sentimental all of a sudden.

I love you, Dean

Always have, always will.” 

……

The scent of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods filled his nostrils, hanging in the air like a thick cloud of smoke, a pleasant scent Dean would long for whenever he was away with Sam, dreaming of this very café. It took him a few moments to find her, hiding away in a booth in the back, the same one he and Sam always sat in. (Y/n) had her eyes focused on her phone, cuddled into the big knitted sweater she wore. 

Dean ran a hand through his snow covered hair, shuffling out of his jacket as he slowly approached her. Like a thunderstorm about to strike it seemed she could feel him before she saw him, slowly lifting her gaze, unable to bite down the smile tugging on her lips. She had always been beautiful, a rare kind of beauty Dean had been in love with ever since he had been a young boy, but now she was even more beautiful, at least to Dean she was.

“You came.” Her whispers were drowned out by the laugh leaving Dean, hand stretched out to pull (y/n) to her feet and straight into his arms. He felt her deeply inhale his familiar scent, clinging to Dean as if he was an old memory about to fade, unable to hold on for long. The two parted only slowly, eyes wandering over one another’s features before they sat down, vis-à-vis from one another.

Their hands stayed connected, resting on the table with their fingers interlaced, falling back into their old pattern all too easily. Neither of them dared to look away, needing to take in every inch of the face they hadn’t seen in years, needing to etch this very moment into their minds. 

“I missed you, thank you for the album.” Dean’s voice carried something calm, something awfully comforting (y/n) had been longing for ever since they had parted ways. The mere memory of that very day had haunted the two, replaying in their minds every single night, wondering where they had gone wrong, wondering why Dean had pushed her away for reasons she now only slowly began to understand.

“I missed you too, even though it took me a while to accept that. And like I wrote in the letter, it’s only fair you get to have it too. Sammy told me how much you talk about it.” For a second Dean froze, wondering if Sam and (y/n) had been in touch all these years. Not once had his brother mentioned (y/n) – perhaps he had simply tried to protect Dean and his broken heart, but yet Dean couldn’t help but doubt his brother’s motives. 

“I didn’t know you and Sam kept in touch.” Suzie, the owner of the café approached the two with her coffee pot, filling their cups. 

“(Y/n)’s a regular here, she and your brother meet almost every week, don’t you?” The woman was all too oblivious to the tension now sticking to Dean, slowly pulling his hands from (y/n)’s warm ones. She tried to chase his touch, just for a millisecond, before she began to realise that they had just entered a rather uncomfortable territory, no longer sticking to the nostalgia this place offered to Dean. 

“He was there for me after, well, you know. Sam tried to make me understand why you pushed me away, I needed somebody to talk to after you were no longer in my life.” Dean reached for the coffee, momentarily watching the steam rise like souls rising from their graves, leaving their decomposing bodies behind. Pain thumped through his system, clinging to his every muscle and bone. 

“I,” he placed the cup back down, letting his calloused thumb stroke along the rim. “I needed to protect you, I couldn’t concentrate with you around, could only worry about you, not on our hunts. And just the thought of something happening to you because I was too distracted was a risk I didn’t want to take. I knew you’d be safer without me around, in some fucked up way.”

He watched tears well up in her eyes as his throat began to tighten up, struggling to keep on speaking. (Y/n) averted her gaze, watching the snow fall from the sky in never ending streams like tears dripping from her eyes. For years Dean had imagined this very moment, with her sitting close to him, allowing him to share the dark thoughts he had struggled with, the thoughts that were his own, personal hell. 

“It took me a while to understand it, but I think I get it, you hurt me, you broke my heart. But I guess that’s the price we pay in our profession, isn’t it?” A teary laugh left (y/n), hands rubbing her eyes to get rid of her tears. Dean reached for her hands once again, thumbs stroking the back of them. 

“I never stopped loving you, if that still means something to you.” He watched her pupils dilate, growing wider as if he had just shared his darkest secret with her. And yet it had never been a secret, the one thing he had always been honest with, the love he fostered for her. Dean was too slow to realise what she was doing, shifting her weight to lean over the table, lips finding his slightly parted ones. 

Dean instantly gave in, lips moving in sync with hers like they had done all these years ago. One of his hands found her cheek, cupping the soft skin to keep her close to him. The soft hum leaving (y/n) broke the two apart, allowing them to catch their breaths, looking at one another with irrevocably love swimming in their pupils. 

“Do you want to come home with me, sweetheart?”

……

“Are you sure Sammy’s not home?” She panted her words, pressed against the mattress of Dean’s bed with her naked chest exposed to his wandering eyes. Dean could only hum, lips kissing their way down to her stomach, hands already fumbling with her jeans. It hadn’t taken the two long to end up like this, searching their closeness like magnets made to fit, desperate to feel what they had been aching for since they had parted ways.

“Fuck, I missed this, missed this so much, Dean.” An almost boyish grin began to widen on Dean’s lips as he lifted his head, rising from the bed to tug his shirt over his head. He felt her eyes on him as he stepped out of his jeans, only left in his dark boxers as he helped (y/n) out of her remaining clothes. 

“Let me take care of you. You’re mine, and only mine, I hope you remember this, (y/n).” No matter how many people the two have searched comfort in, none had ever managed to make them feel like one another managed to, made for one another like puzzle pieces fitting together. His touch burned itself into her body, kisses forever lingering on her skin as Dean settled between her naked thighs, tongue swiping over her arousal covered folds.

Her moans guided him on, a sound he hadn’t heard in years, and yet he had never forgotten about it once. Late at night, when he had been aching for her, hand taking care of his desperation, he had thought back to all these nights they had shared, long faded memories Dean clung to. (Y/n) kept moaning his name, eyes fluttering close, hands tugging on his roots, hoping that he’d add more speed to his movements.

His thumb rubbed her pulsing bundle, tongue dipping into her tightness with excitement laced in his gaze, set on teasing her till she’d cry his name. He ate her out without holding back, without paying much attention to the incoherent words leaving her parted lips, high on her taste. Only as Dean felt her spasm around his tongue did he slow down his pace, letting go of her seconds before she could tumble over the edge. 

“How dare you-” her sentence was cut short by the kiss Dean pressed against her lips as he reached for a condom, only parting from (y/n) to roll it down his length. The two kept holding eye contact as he aligned himself, pushing into her after a small nod was thrown his way.

It took the both a few moments to adjust, no longer used to feeling one another like this, needing to fully relax before they could tumble over the edge together. Dean moved slowly at first, wanting to take his time with her, wanting to relish in the now unfamiliar closeness he had been dreaming of like a starving man in need of food. 

Curses left the two, echoing through his dark bedroom, alighted just enough for them to look at one another. Their moments together had always been intense, urged on by their longing, by their lust thumping through their veins like drugs, but tonight their time together had something to it neither of them could pinpoint.

“Dean,” his name rolled off her tongue all too effortlessly, a sound that would push him into his grave, Dean was sure of it. She wanted to keep on talking, wanted to express her love for the man she had unsuccessfully tried to forget these past years, forever tied to him. He dipped his dead down to kiss her, using her distraction to add even more roughness to his thrusts.

Dean fucked her into the mattress, eyes set on her naked frame, on the body he had thought of whenever he had grown lonely. She had been the one thing on his mind, the one thing Dean had been able to cling to. Both their moans guided them on, pushing them over the edge in unison. 

He clung to her, not daring to let go as they rode out their highs, desperate to prolong the moment for as long as possible. Dean dipped his head down to press a soft kiss against her swollen lips before he pulled away. She watched him disappear and reappear moments later with a towel, carefully cleaning both. 

“Will you stay?” Dean’s whispers echoed through the room, making a smile tug on (y/n)’s lips as she let go of a soft though loving “Of course I will”.

#Dean Winchester smut #Dean Winchester x reader #spnfanficpond secret santa 2023 #supernatural smut

[prince-kallisto]

I wonder why each little bird has someone to sing to, sweet things to, a gay little love melody (*´∀`)♪🎶

This drawing is a little celebration for Crowley’s card that will be dropping soon on the 19th! The lyric above is from Sleeping Beauty 🎶 Crowley and Lilia give me the vibes of those older couples who always like to dance or sing along to music, no matter how bad or good they may be at it. The Magical Gramophone is in the background, which can apparently play any song from memory. What song would they listen to? 🤔

(More headcanons and reference image credits below the cut! ^_^)

Ever since the Crowley-Levan theory became more well known, I heard many say that it meant that there would be potential romantic undertones (past or present) between Crowley and Lilia, and…I genuinely thought that was part of the appeal! ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡ Levan theory or not, I really like them. What is their ship name? Crowlilia?? If anyone knows, please let me know!🐦‍⬛🦇 Crowlilia nation where are you…

I don’t really think about headcanon stuff that often, so I thought it would be fun to think of some random headcanons as I went along with the drawing!

It would be fun if Crowley had feathers on his body that are usually covered up by his suit (I absolutely adore Falin from Dungeon Meshi). I see some incredible JP artists draw Crowley with these puffier sort of pants, which I also love. I think it would be interesting if Crowley had a sort of greyed-pale, slight splotchy purple and yellow skin tone, like a deceased body that has reached the pallor mortis stage? (*ﾟ▽ﾟ*) It causes an uncanny and uncomfortable feeling whenever most students look at him…there’s just something wrong with him and no one wants to ask NAJXJSJD (I’d like to think that it’s blot related, and his long-term exposure to it has Not Been Good for him 💀)

For Lilia, I think he deserves some bat-like ears ^_^ I imagine him to have scars all over due to his past as a General. I ended up drawing his torso and legs less as thin as they are in canon by accident, but I kept it because I think he’d have a better diet now than his General days as well! (*ﾟ▽ﾟ*) I am jealous of Lilia,,,I’d like to dance with Crowley! (● ˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)੭ꠥ⁾⁾

I’m really no good at thinking of relationship headcanons haha, so I’d love to hear everyone’s ideas about them! Even though their silliness would technically be combined in a relationship, I feel like Crowley and Lilia could balance each other out? Despite all the antics they would certainly get up to, there’s a mutual acknowledgment of each other’s life experience and age. I can imagine them idly talking about parts of their own pasts over tea or a stroll in nice weather…maybe not huge chunks of backstory, but just little moments from their long lifespan that has stuck with them since. Crowley could potentially become more responsible because he’d be fretting over Lilia’s gaming time ANJDJXBD. Crowley would absolutely eat Lilia’s cooking and to him it would taste good…crows/ravens can eat pretty much anything like meat, berries, garbage and carrion so I don’t think Crowley would be upset about the chopped liver randomly inserted into his meal 😭 Even if they don’t really look it, to me they really give off the vibes of the typical image of an older couple! 🤣🐦‍⬛🦇

Reference Image

Models: Suzy Parker and Robin Tattersall

Photographer: Richard Avedon

#i am cringe but i am free #twisted wonderland #twst #twst headcanons #dire crowley #lilia vanrouge #twst dire crowley #twst lilia vanrouge #Crowlilia #Crowley x Lilia #my art #kallistopost #why am I always one of the captains of a rare pair HELPP 😭😭😭 #plaindonut I miss you…I will draw you again one day I promise #also one of these days are really want to buckle down and learn how to color… #I don’t really know what I’m doing and I want to experiment with more brushes and learn more about color theory 🤣

[friskibitz]

Hello everyone, it is time for...

Frisk Month 2023!!!

[Image ID: A black banner with white text in Undertale’s textbox font. The main title reads, “Frisk Month 2023”, and smaller text below it reads, “(the second one)”. To the left and right of the text is the Red SOUL from Undertale. End ID]

We're back, everyone! So sorry for the late notice, but I hope you would all love to join again this year! Since it's coming out a bit late, I'd just like to say that you're free to paticipate as much as you can or want to, anytime at all!

Just like last year, Frisk Month is a full month of art prompts dedicated to Frisk, running from March 1st to March 31st! All forms of art are welcome: drawing, writing, music, interpretive dance, just go where your heart takes you and make Frisk proud.

This time, tag your posts as "#Frisk Month 23"! And just a couple of rules, please:

As a courtesy for everyone, this event folllows the safeutdr tag rules! Please do follow them and be respectful.

Please tag any neutral and no mercy route content you create for this event, if applicable! Just tag it as "#neutral route" and/or "#nm route".

And without further ado, here are the prompts under the cut!

Week 1 (March 1-7)

Good morning!

School

Shopping

Rainy day

Outdoor fun

Sleepover

Free Day!

Week 2 (March 8-14)

Food

Armor

Weapons

Magic

Play

Love

Free Day!

Week 3 (March 15-21)

Friends

Family

Monster Kid

Mad Mew Mew

Napstablook

Mettaton

Free day!

Week 4 (March 22-28)

Toriel and/or Asgore

Sans and/or Papyrus

Undyne and/or Alphys

Six SOULs (any!)

Chara and/or Asriel/Flowey

Free day!

Free day!

Week 5 (March 29-31)

Suzy (from Undertale)

Noelle (from Undertale)

Kris (Deltarune)

Note: Suzy and Noelle (name assumed) are indeed in Undertale's universe! Suzy is Clamgirl's neighbor's daughter, and Rudy's youngest daughter is mentioned in the alarm clock dialogue. Both of these characters are quite up to interpretation, so have fun!

#undertale #frisk #frisk month 23 #safeutdr

[dustcakegirlbeast]

deth to any other mother

my art for the metalocalypse / suspiria (2018) AU i’ve been working on with my brother >:D

@mammapickles / @z0mbie-bab3zzz give him a follow !

So for a bit of context, i think nathan would make the best suzy bannion, because of his main character role in the show and also his dynamics with other side characters i’ve decided to include in the AU (Pickles as Sara because she’s veryyy close to Suzy ) .. i originally considered toki as Suzy because i just love him a lot and want an excuse to play favorites ! but i decided to give him the role of patricia instead :< it’s saddening but more accurate to his character i think. i’ll post more info about the AU and art pretty soon so stay tuned! also i’m not really used to tumblr functions coz i’m from instagram mainly. i’m happy that my image quality isn’t being completely butchered, that’s a breath of fresh air lol TTTT-T

#metalocalypse #suspiria #nathan explosion #au #suspiria 2018 #artists on tumblr #pixel art #digital art #myart #dethklok

[mikhailoisbaby]

DRAW THIS IN YOUR OWN STYLE !!!

Thank you to all the amazing artists that joined my draw this in your style, Mickey and his dog !!! I love it all, the talent, the thought and the effort! You all mean the world

And thank you to everyone who reblogged and liked to boost it it means a lot, and thank you to @deathclassic for bringing this challenge to the Gallavich community, please go and check Molly's draw this in your style pieces 🖤

Under images with be everyone link

(The original)

( All the creators top left to bottom right)

Go check out all their art !

@doodlevich (tumblr post) (instagram post )

@deathclassic (tumblr post ) (Instagram post)

@michellemisfit (tumblr post) (Instagram post)

@vintagelacerosette (tumblr post)

@suzy-queued (tumblr post )

@gallabitch73 (tumblr post)

#draw this in your style #gallavich dtiys #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #shameless #gallavich #ian and mickey #shameless us #ian x mickey #noel fisher #mickey milkovich  #cameron monaghan

[itsdeathofabachelor]

I really like the dynamic I’ve created for Jotaro and Kakyoin in a modern day setting.

Like, Jotaro got an after school gig and instead of going to college he’s took a gap year off the funds of said job, which is like some sort of warehouse or labourer thing because he can dead-lift three hundred pounds.

(The fact that he can deadlift three hundred pounds is also why his manager lets him smoke and drink outside on his breaks as long as nobody else sees him and it doesn’t affect his work, which is doesn’t because a can of beer isn’t going to knock him on his ass being 6’5 and like two hundred pounds himself*)

And Kakyoin is in college for some sort of business something because he also doesn’t know what to do but his very traditional Japanese parents overseas refuse to raise a NEET so he picked whatever had the highest graduate rate and games alone in his apartment after classes.

They’re roommates now but had been friends since they were kids and had reconnected literally by chance, as Jotaro had been working at said labourering gig at that time to pay for his Mom’s medical bills.

Side note: in this au Holly’s sick but more chronic illness sick, and after Sadao realized she wasn’t getting better and, in fact, it was a lifelong illness, he told her to leave. As the Japanese High End music industry is extremely judgmental and he was advised by several of his coworkers (and mistresses) that it would ruin his image if he was branded as a nurse and homebody taking care of Holly while Jotaro was at school.

With that in mind, Jotaro and Holly moved to America to live with Holly’s father, Joseph. Who is considerably more racist and far less charming for people to over look said racism. Suzy Q, his late ex wife and Holly’s bio-mom, noticed that after he gained a few pounds and suddenly didn’t have pretty privilege anymore.

She still barges into Joseph’s house to visit Holly and Jotaro, much to Joseph’s dismay. Jotaro likes her but finds her pushy and touchy without asking for permission first.

Jotaro worked at the same job he does now immediately after school to avoid the jokes and pokes at his father and about his race from Joseph, and seeing his mother try to walk again and cry when she can’t— Lining up perfectly one day when Kakyoin was walking (having just recently moved from overseas into the area of Jotaro’s job site) back from a later class.

Looking up from his phone he saw Jotaro, who was looking right at him from across the road, past the wire fencing set up to stop anyone from getting into the site and messing with the machines.

Kakyoin didn’t recognize Jotaro nearly as quickly as Jotaro recognized him. So as Jotaro long-jumped over the fencing and came barrelling into the street to the sidewalk where he stood, there was a split second where he thought he was going to die by the hands of a two hundred and fifty pound silverback gorilla. Like in the bootleg movie he had just watched the night before. And he wondered if this was the digital pirating god finally taking his dues.

Quickly, I should note, I remember seeing a post somewhere about how Jotaro’s love language is soft but he’d never let you get that close to him (the post included a picture of a teddy bear in a steel cage to represent this) and I think that fits very well with my own fanon interpretation of Jotaro’s character.

However, I do also think after so much time spent trying to help his mother, dealing with the weight of having to be the only reliable shoulder for her to cry on (because we all know THIS Joseph doesn’t have a emotionally intelligent bone in his body) and also the crushing feeling of grinding your body into a pulp for both school and some labouring job you hate— after about the year or so he had been there— would have had him clinging to those hinges by his fingernails.

So, bam! The last comfort of his childhood that hadn’t been ripped away, standing awkwardly at the crosswalk because he wasn’t sure if he should jaywalk because there were no cars coming, or if he should wait because the statistics of automobile casualties due to the average pedestrian’s immortality complex when it comes to giant metal machines are flicking behind his eyelids— obviously, Jotaro loses his mind.

Imagine a black bear. Giant. Huge, okay? Got that?

That’s what Kakyoin was suffocating into as Jotaro hugged him so hard his pre-mature stand popped out a little from his back.

This Kakyoin, having no fighting instincts what-so-ever, kind of just goes limp. And Jotaro, so happy he’s really really upset, shakily puts him back down.

And then there’s a moment like, wait wait wait wait. . . I know that mean mug— and then Kakyoin sort of connects the dots because Jotaro had always been a lot taller than him and also he literally was the only person Kakyoin had ever known that had let him blow out his birthday candles at his seventh birthday party when he found out Kakyoin’s parents didn’t ’believe in birthdays’ other than ‘milestone birthdays’.

And Jotaro had also treated him with basic human decency, considering he could have very easily bullied him.

So his face was burned into his memory for years now, whenever he tried to socialize and said the wrong thing, or if he saw a friend group doing friend group activities and suddenly he felt very very lonely. He actually really missed his and Jotaro’s friendship.

So they became best friends again like immediately.

It turns out in their time apart, Kakyoin had gotten an Autism diagnosis, which explained his unusual speech pacing and all the other things leading to ruthless bullying in middle school.

When he told him this on the floor of Kakyoin’s apartment— both of them doing a Pokémon themed puzzle together even though Jotaro had trouble picking the pieces off the floor— Jotaro could not have given less of a shit, but instead asked if that’s why, when the were kids, Kakyoin had always asked him for ‘pressure’ (AKA, Jotaro being taller than Kakyoin made it so he could give him a hug or lay on top of him in order to provide a good sensory feeling, or what Kakyoin had called ‘Pressure’).

And Kakyoin’s like, ‘Yeah.’

And Jotaro’s like, ‘Do you need some now?’ And mutters something about not wanting him to freak because he’s over whelmed or anything but really he wants a hug and doesn’t want to be the one to ask.

And Kakyoin’s like, ‘Sure. That’d be nice because I couldn’t enjoy the other hug properly when thinking you were a stranger trying to kill me’.

And now they’re roommates and Kakyoin streams his gaming seshes after he realized his parent’s monthly payments towards his rent were giving them ammo for guilt-trips and that he could make money off of games.

Weirdly enough, the same speech abnormalities he got bullied for actually helped him get his streaming platform, as it became his ‘brand’ in a way. Same thing with his flat humour and ‘fun facts’. Also, because he talks so much, his streams are very long, and there’s a running joke in his audience to— when he’s saying he’s going to log off for the night— ask him questions and see how long they can keep him on stream.

He doesn’t have a face cam, and plans to remain faceless to his audience, so whenever he really needs to focus and Jotaro comes lumbering in from a hard day at work and kicks his shoes off, Kakyoin—laying on the couch—raises his arms with his controller clicking over his head, not looking away from the screen, and is like ‘Jotaro, pressure. Streaming.’

And Jotaro hears Ode To Joy playing in his head as he tosses his ballcap with the company’s logo somewhere behind the tv and falls facefirst onto Kakyoin, who, after getting the air pressed out of his lungs, wins his match and talks to the chat.

The chat, obviously, asks about Jotaro, and Kakyoin just says, ‘A good friend of mine gifts me plus five stamina.’ Or some nerd shit.

* I headcannon Jotaro as fucking huge btw but that’s because I love very large angry men who, when relaxed, melts into a puddle of goo because their muscles aren’t straining. Jotaro has that kind of physique. Suzie Q (being Italian) loves this as Jotaro burns more calories flexing all day because he’s so stressed and tensed about everything, than a two mile sprint. So he eats. A lot. He’s one of the only people who actually eats enough not to have left overs. It impresses Joseph more than he’d ever admit.

#jojo headcanons #jojo stardust crusaders #jotaro kujo #jjba #jojo #noriaki kakyoin #jjba kakyoin #jjba jotaro #jotakak #noritaro #I love them #I can’t think of anything else sorry #this is a long one #alternate universe

[ash5monster01]

Perfect To Love Part 3

Pairing: Steve Harrington x FemReader!PlusSize

Warnings: fluff, bullying, body image issues, fat shaming, angst, trust issues.

Summary: Beth Walker was used to living in the shadows. She had only one friend and anyone else who paid her mind usually bullied her for her size. So she learned to keep her mouth shut, her head down, and her heart closed because she had to accept the fact that she would be nothing more than the fat girl to people. That is until Robin decides Beth needs more in life and that might just include a boy who she never would’ve thought could see her for who she truly was.

word count: 3,935

Part 2 ←→ Part 4

Masterlist

Steve Harrington didn’t attend parties since high school. After losing King Steve status and Nancy stomping on his heart at Tina’s Halloween Bash he saw no reason to go. That didn’t mean he wasn’t still invited. Kids still in high school remembered the legend of Steve Harrington and that never stopped them from trying to get him to attend one of their parties. He saw no point now that he spent time with the kids and wasn’t in high school, but now a high school party would be the perfect place to prove to those douche bags that Beth Walker was a cool chick.

So after finding a perfect outfit to wear, digging up his old cologne, fixing his hair to perfection, and finally getting it across to Dustin that he couldn't go, he realized he was actually a little nervous. The same way he was nervous before any dates he went on. He tried to remind himself this wasn't a date, this was for Robin, but his heart didn't listen, it still thumped rapidly against his chest, and his palms continued to sweat. Realizing he didn't have any flowers or any clue what to say he felt like a cheap date, unworthy of Beth who clearly deserved so much.

"Dustin I need your help" he finally uttered, the panic starting to set in.

"I only help people that bring me to parties with them" Dustin shot back, clearly having the response locked and loaded since he wanted to go.

"You're not coming to the party" Steve reiterated as he rolled his eyes and Dustin crossed his arms.

"Why? Because it’s a date?" he accused and Steve groaned, his head falling back on the couch.

"It's not a date" Steve bargained and Dustin set down his walkie that he was messing with after a new battery change.

"Okay, then I can come" he said and Steve shot him a glare.

"You're not coming Dustin" he told him, a sharp edge to his voice.

"Why not?!" the boy whined, annoyed that his best friend wasn't going to take him to the first party he had gone to since they had become friends.

"Because you're a kid!" Steve countered and Dustin rolled his eyes so hard Steve was sure they'd get stuck.

"I’m in highschool" he told Steve as if to remind him that being in High School now somehow made him grown.

"Yeah for like two seconds, talk to me in a year" Steve said and Dustin finally had no argument because he was right, the year had just barely started, only a month into his freshman year.

"Fine but when the guys ask why I didn’t go with I'm saying it’s because your taking Beth on a date" Dustin told him, having already bragged to Mike, Lucas, and Will over the phone about how he would be the first to go to a highschool party. He was wrong.

"It’s not a date Dustin" Steve urged and Dustin shook his head.

"Why not? You're always asking girls on dates and Beth is like Phoebe Cates" Dustin told him and Steve furrowed his eyebrows.

"You said that about Suzie too" Steve said and Dustin shrugged.

"Yeah, that proves my point" and for the first time Steve realized that for Dustin a girl wasn't amounted by just her looks, Beth was just as attractive as Phoebe Cates to him because her personality was beautiful. He didn't notice anything else because as long as she was a good person she was beautiful.

“What do I even talk to her about?” Steve finally voiced his worries, the advice he was looking for before Dustin dug into him about not going to the party.

“Anything Steve, everything. She’s super smart and likes movies. I don’t think you have anything to worry about” Dustin told him, a little shocked Steve was looking for advice about a girl when it was normally the other way around.

“Just because I work at Family Video doesn’t mean I watch movies” Steve sighed, a hand tugging on his hair that he had perfected for tonight.

“You’ll figure it out, you’re King Steve. At least you’re actually dating a girl worth dating this time” Steve chuckled and stood to leave, it nearing the time to pick her up.

“It’s not a date” he told Dustin one last time before leaving, the nerves still prickling through his skin but he quickly reminded himself he was going on a date with a girl better then the rest of them. He wanted to make sure she knew that.

As for Beth she was absolutely, positively, freaking out from the moment she woke up. She wished she could curl up in a hole and die. If there was a way to make the entire day pass without her having any knowledge of it she would, because how in the hell did Beth, big Beth, land a date with Steve the hair Harrington. Actually it wasn’t a date at all, yet it still felt exactly like one. So since she couldn’t magically make the day pass she called Robin the minute she woke up, clearly waking the girl herself.

“I am freaking out Robin, this is all your fault. I can’t decide if I’m going to cry, throw up, or pass out. I am not pretty enough to spend time with him alone. I don’t even know how to do make up, what about my hair, what the hell do I even wear Robin?”

“Give me an hour”

And without another word Robin hung up the phone and forged a new plan to help her dear friend because she so clearly deserved the entire world. At first her plan was to just help her friends self image but Steve was her friend too. He had been heart broken, afraid to love, and struggling to find the right girl. If this whole arrangement could work in both her friends favors she’d be happier then can be, and prove to them she’s a genius after all. So that’s how a knock sounded at Beth’s door and she rushed to open it revealing her friend and Nancy Wheeler.

“Don’t be mad, I brought back up” Robin explained and Beth gaped like a fish because Nancy Wheeler was Steves infamous ex. The image of a perfect female teenager. Hell Beth had wished she was her since middle school. Nancy was so beautiful, perfectly skinny, and girly. Beth would’ve sold her soul if it guaranteed she could be her. Now here she was standing on her front porch to help her get ready for a night out with her ex boyfriend. She gaped for only a moment before recovering and stepping aside to let them into the home.

The girls all climbed the stairs to Beth’s room, getting right to work. Beth sat at her vanity, anxiously bouncing her leg as Nancy rifled through her closet, Robin unbothered as she thumbed through a magazine on Beth’s bed. Beth hoped Nancy wasn’t silently judging her for the abundance of T-shirts and jeans. They were the clothes that made her feel the most comfortable. Before Beth could let the panic set in even further Robins stomach grumbled loudly.

“Sorry Beth, I didn’t eat anything yet today. Can I raid your kitchen?” Robin asked sheepishly and Beth smiled, heart warming over the fact she didn’t stop to eat in her journey of helping her.

“Yes Rob, help yourself” and she scurried off, happy as a clam to go and find some food. Once Nancy settled on an outfit she turned to Beth with a soft smile.

“I figure we could start with your hair” she spoke carefully and Beth nodded, turning in her seat the face the mirror.

“I hope this isn’t weird for you” Beth quietly spoke after a moment, unsure she had ever been alone with the girl before.

“It’s not, when Robin came to me and explained the situation I was happy to help” Nancy said, her hands meticulously getting to work on Beth’s hair.

“Why is that?” Beth found herself asking, curious as to what situation she was referring to.

“Barb was my best friend. I never saw us as any different but she did. All the time I had to remind her how beautiful and special she was. Even though I always tried my best I still feel like she passed away not knowing how amazing she was. I may not know you very much Beth but you’re beautiful, you deserve to know that” tears burned at the back of Beth’s eyes as Nancy had told her this. Even though Nancy was perfect and popular it was nice to know kindness wasn’t lost upon her.

“I’m sorry you lost Barb, me and Robin might not be as close as you two were but I wouldn’t be able to spend another day without her” Nancy pressed her lips together in a tight smile that Beth watched through the mirror. A comfortable silence fell over both of them for the first time she had been here.

“Do you know that it’s Steve?” Beth suddenly felt a need to confess, unsure if Robin left out that minor detail.

“Yeah, that’s another reason I agreed” this time Beth drew her eyebrows together in confusion.

“It’s not a date, he never said the words date” Beth quickly added and Nancy chuckled.

“Even if it is a date it’s fine Beth. Me and Steve, we’re okay. Just friends, it doesn’t bother me one bit” Nancy informed her, trying to ease the girls nerves.

“Do you mind if I ask what happened?” Beth voiced curiously, wanting some insight to the Harrington boy she was about to end up alone with.

“When me and Steve started dating was around the time Will and Barb went missing. Me and Johnathon bonded over us both losing people. I think subconsciously I stayed with Steve thinking he was who I was supposed to be with while ignoring feelings I had for Johnathon” Beth was confused for a moment, never knowing she had a relationship with Johnathon at all before Steve.

“You and Steve were together for a year though” Beth spoke, wondering how it could go on that long.

“Yeah, I hid from my feelings for a long time. Steve is an amazing guy, like the kindest person on earth. I just couldn’t deny any longer that I didn’t feel for him the way I should have. I broke his heart but he deserves to be happy, so I’m more than content to help a pretty girl doll up for a date with him” Beth blushed at the notion that this was a date. Until she hears Steve say the word it wasn’t that.

“I didn’t know you and Robin were close?” Beth told her and Nancy chuckled.

“We’re not but her and Steve are friends and a friend of Steve’s is a friend of mine. After all he takes care of my little brother and his friends despite everything that happened between us” Beth finally connected the dots that the kids were apart of the same group, clustered in with Nancy.

“Steve is a really good guy now huh?” Beth fiddled with her hands, avoiding eye contact through the mirror so Nancy wouldn’t see her fear. Wouldn’t see that she had a secret history with the boy that she wasn’t sure she was ready to forgive him for.

“He is, much different than the guy he was when we started dating. He matured a lot and got over all that popularity shit. He also stopped hanging out with Tommy and Carol which is a good thing” Beth laughed at this, finally looking up to meet Nancy’s eyes.

“You two having fun yet?” Robin asked as she clambered back into the room with a bag of chips. For the first time Beth smiled and nodded at Robin who went right back to her bed.

After that it was smooth sailing, hair and makeup done to perfection. Nancy had done a good job of picking a nice outfit but still allowing Beth to feel comfortable. She wore a nicer pair of her jeans, tighter than she liked but still cute nonetheless. Nancy also gave her a floral blouse, low cut and fit tightly to her chest but loose around the stomach for comfort. Beth blushed when Nancy made a comment about accentuating what she was blessed with, meaning her bigger chest.

Steve showed up at 7 o’clock on the dot, shaking out his nervous hands and approaching the front door that he didn’t even have a chance to knock on before Robin was swinging it open with a mischievous smirk. “You clean up nice Harrington, is this what it’s like being on the receiving end of an infamous Steve date?”

“It’s not a date” Steve quietly seethed and Robin very visibly rolled her eyes.

“When you see her Harrington I think you’re going to stop saying that” at that comment his heart doubled in speed, realizing now he was very unprepared for a night out with a beautiful girl.

“Beth hurry up! Dingus is here” Steve instantly glared at the girl as she shut the door behind him. He didn’t have a chance to scold his friend when he spotted Beth coming down the stairs, dressed like a beautiful girl who normally went out on Saturday nights. His jaw fell, opening his mouth to say something, and closing it as soon as he realized he didn’t have any of the right words to say.

“You look amazing Beth, wow” Steve finally snapped out of it, unsure he had ever seen the girl wear makeup before. Not that she ever needed it. At his words confidence rushed through her blood and she smiled lightly.

“Thanks, I’ve never been to a party before” Beth admitted and Robin grinned behind her hand, knowing her plan was working.

“We don’t have to stay long, if you don’t feel comfortable” Steve informed her and she nodded softly, grabbing her small purse, one Nancy had let her borrow.

“Thank you, but there’s a first time for everything” Beth told him, gesturing her hand to the door. Steve opened it for her quickly, them both saying goodbye to Robin as they disappeared into the night. Robin rushing back upstairs to Nancy where they planned to wait for Beth, and get all the juicy details of the night.

As Beth got into the front seat of the BMW she realized she was now riding passenger in Steve’s car when not so long ago she was confused as to why Robin was always riding around with him. Then she worried about fitting into the seatbelt before forcing herself to push the thought away, she shouldn’t be focusing on her weight. She should be focusing on the cute guy beside her that she was about to give a chance to redeem himself.

Approaching the party after some comfortable conversation she felt her heart finally begin to pound. A party, full of assholes from her school. It was possible Steve wasn’t a big enough shield from facing their torture outside of school hours. Yet as he opened the car door for her and kept a hand on the small of her back she felt herself comforted a little. Yet she didn’t like how he was touching her back, probably feeling the fat roll there, something she hated. Steve made no notice of it as they pushed through the door.

“Harrington!” was yelled almost instantly, boys from the basketball team rushing over to greet Steve. Once they approached and realized Beth was with him they faltered slightly.

“You finally made it man” Jason Carver was the first to pipe up, pulling Steve into a bro hug.

“Yeah, figured I could make an appearance” Steve said, arm wrapping around Beth’s shoulders.

“This is Beth” he introduced her quickly and a boy towards the back of the crowd whispered Bertha and her ears burned red as they all began to chuckle. “We’re gonna grab a drink”

Then Steve was pulling her away, guilt already burning in his stomach. He led beth to the kitchen, grabbing two beers just to turn and see her already pouring herself a drink of some sort of liquor. “Sorry I don’t do beer”

Then she was dumping the liquid quickly down her throat and Steve watched wide eyed, his eyes traveling down as he watch her throat lift in a swallow, and his eyes continued to fall to her cleavage that he had already spent most of the night trying to look away from. A lot of things surprised Steve when Beth walked down those stairs but the thing that surprised him most was his instant attraction to her. Not that he didnt think she was pretty, he really did, he just never allowed himself to look at another type of girl. He realized now, feeling like a teenage boy all over again stealing glances at her, that he was truly attracted to Beth and he would not mind if she let him kiss her by the end of the night.

"We can leave if you want?” he finally spoke, his eyes holding all the sincerity in the world as she poured herself another drink to sip slower on this time.

"No, you brought me here to have fun so let's have fun" Beth held her ground, yes the comments hurt but Steve was doing a good job of making her comfortable, and she was going to allow them to have a good night together.

"Okay, let’s do it" and that’s exactly what they did. Beth ignored all the stares and whispers as her and Steve continued to have drinks, called next game in pong, and danced in the living room allowing themselves to be normal even if it was for just one night. Beth was shocked to find herself actually having a good time. laughing at Steve's jokes and admiring him in the dim lighting of the home. Steve Harrington was just so pretty and as more drinks flowed into Beth's system she was finding that harder to ignore.

"I'm gonna grab us another drink" Steve yelled over the music and Beth nodded as he moved away from her and she continued to watch classmates of hers do keg stands and laughing each time someone got dropped.

"How much did you pay him?" Beth's eyes widened as Colin Matterson appeared beside her, an evil look in his eyes, and liqour heavy on his breath.

"Not that it's any of your business but nothing, he invited me" Beth grumbled, anger prickling at her skin. Colin was the worst of them all, the meanest to her, and she never knew what it was she did to him to deserve such hatred towards her.

"Yeah right, you couldn't even get a horse to go on a date with you much less the King of Hawkins" Beth's ears burned as she felt anger begin to shake her sturdy structure she had been holdong all night. She realized she had never stood this close to Colin, him towering over her, and the venom dripping from his tongue was alerting her fight or flight.

"You're such an asshole Colin, what did I ever do to you?" Beth’s face was red with anger and embarassment. She was fighting the tears that were bound to come when she reached her pillow tonight.

"I don't need a reason to be an asshole Beth, fat girls like you don't belong in places like this with guys like him" for the first time in Beth's life she was prepared to fight back, hit Colin with all the strength she could muster as she had imagined doing it hundreds of times before. Then before she could a hand was turning him around and a fist flung into his face so hard he toppled to the ground.

"You don't ever talk to girls like that, especially my girl" Steve said, breaths puffing from his chest heavily. Beth felt her heart flip as he referred to her as his girl, towering over the boy he was glad didn’t fight back because it wasn't often he won.

"What the fuck Steve?" Colin asked, looking up from the ground as he held his eye that was sure to be black by tomorrow.

"You know what, I would’ve thought your mother taught you the cororect way to speak to women but apparently not. If I even hear of you looking in Beth's direction you better watch out, learn some manners" then Steve was stepping over top of him and locking his fingers with Beth’s. "Let’s get out of here baby"

Then Steve was tugging Beth out of the party, faces watching with shocked looks as Steve very clearly knocked Colin Matterson on his ass for the big girl who was super shy and invisible until now. Steve walked her the whole way out to the car in the empty street, standing next to his BMW, only illuminated by the street lamp above them. Beth had kept a tough face on the entire night and she had planned to keep it, but before she moved to get into the car Steve's hands were holding each side of her face and making her look at him.

"Are you okay?" he asked and suddenly the dam broke, the clear concern and care in his eyes enough to push her over the edge. Without hesitation Steve wrapped her in a hug, comforting her as best he could as she cried into his chest, never even predicting she'd be holding on to Steve Harrington with dear life in the middle of the street as she cried. Steve held her for as long as she needed, until her tears started to slow and her breaths became more even.

"This is extremely embarassing. I'm sorry" Beth said as she pulled away, wiping her cheeks and nose as quickly as she could. She had probably ruined Nancy's makeup job but it was too late now.

"It's emmebrassing for him, fuck that dude B. You deserve better" the nickname tumbled from his lips so quickly he nearly missed it, but suddenly a smile broke across her face, and he gave a confused look.

"You called me B" she grinned at him and he furrowed his eyebrows.

"Sorry, if you don't like it I can stop" but Beth was shaking her head and taking a step closer to him.

"I've never had a nickname that wasn’t mean before, I love it" she told him and he smiled pulling her back into a hug that she didn't expect.

"Let's hang out again, just not at a party. If I see Colin ever again I'll knock his teeth out" Beth laughed lightly against his chest and the feeling sent butterflies to Steve's stomach that he hadn't expected.

"I know our night is kinda ruined but do you want to go somewhere else for a bit?" Steve asked and Beth nodded without really even thinking about it, she had been enjoying Steve more than she had expected. Steve smiled and opened the door to his car and helping her inside before driving off, not really sure where to go just knowing he wanted to spend more time with her. Even if he didn't prove to assholes like Colin Matterson that Beth was great girl he was going to prove to her that she was worth all the love he could give, whether it was as a friend or more, he hadn't quite decided yet.

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[starry-blue-echoes]

in the Narrator Speedwagon au, does he narrate part 1 and 2 as well? Because I can only imagine how funny and confusing that could get.

For years Baron Zeppeli had the most annoying voice in his head narrating things, and then he meets Speedwagon and it’s like “YOU!!!” And it’s on sight

meanwhile Suzie Q has no idea who’s voice she’s always hearing until Speedwagon introduces himself to her after Joseph’s funeral. “Oh! The voice in my head!”

“pardon?”

HSRBVHSEBFHBVEHBAEHVBAHEV W H E E Z E -

OH MY GOD I WAS THINKING THAT SPEEDWAGON ONLY VOICED PARTS AFTER HIS DEATH BUT HOLY FUCK THAT'S SO MUCH FUNNIER

oh my g o d I haven't laughed this hard in ages thank you for this I love it

Zeppeli had beef with this voice because he only ever seemed to appear at the worst possible moment. His ship's being attacked by vampires and his father nearly killed him? Finding the Hamon Masters and trying to convince them to take him in? Being told he has a fucking death prophecy??? Now is not the TIME voice so please for the love of all that is holy please s h u t -

this is the real reason the Baron hits Speedwagon so hard when he explains that he wants to learn Hamon

and just. wesfcujaebfuae Suzie sweetie honey-

I LOVE the mental image of Suzie just saying this with a perfectly straight face and Speedwagon's just sitting there like "what :D?" and has honestly no idea where to take this conversation from here

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[deans-baby-momma]

Secrets & Desires- Part 1

A/N: Please let me know what you think! Reblogs and likes are nice but feedback is better.

Sam has been keeping a secret from Dean. For a while now - it’s killing him but he doesn’t know how to explain it to his older brother. How do you tell someone you’ve looked up to your whole life that you’ve finally found someone who gets you; who has the same sexual energy, desires and fetishes? And that she’s older. 

Dean would probably not bat an eye, even be proud of his little brother for a moment. Until he found out who Sam has been sneaking around with. And it all started with one little phrase during a case. 

2012

“Do I have to use my ‘mom voice’?”

Jody Mills was not someone Sam ever thought of in a sexual way. She was a friend, a fellow hunter but when he returned to the first floor after finding Dean’s note and the sheriff actually used her ‘mom voice’ on him, it did something to him. 

Sam wasn’t going to pursue it. He thought she was just being a caretaker, looking out for him because she saw how exhausted he was……and maybe she was but even after they retrieved Dean and went their separate ways, Sam couldn’t get the image of Jody being Mommy for him.

When Crowley almost took Jody’s life in a bid to get the Winchesters to stop trying to close the gates of Hell, Sam decided it was now or never. He was going to make a move, but before that could happen, the trials almost claimed his life.

The next time they met up for a case, Sam could barely look at Jody. The dreams that his imagination had conjured up left him wound up about the woman who’d lost almost everything. And when Sam and Dean signed the chastity vow, he figured he probably needed to just forget everything.

Until Jody said something when they figured out Dean was boning the chastity group’s counselor, Suzy, a reformed porn star.

“I’d like to whip his tail for thinking with his dick instead of his brain during a case!”

Sam couldn’t stand it anymore. So as they stood in the remnants of Dean and Suzy’s abduction, Sam pulled Jody to him and kissed her soundly before uttering, “You can spank me anytime, Mommy.”  

"Sam?" Jody says incredulously, making Sam want to shrink into oblivion.  Had he read the situation all wrong? Was the vibe she was emitting completely innocent and he just made a giant mistake?

"Oh god Jody," he begins pulling away. "I'm so sorry!"

"Sam Winchester!" Jody scolds, shutting the tall hunter up. She wraps her arms around his waist and places her hands on his ass. "I would love to use my crop on this ass," she tells him with a quick squeeze. "Fuck, I bet you could bounce a nickel off that."

Sam feels himself blush at her observation. But he mentally pats himself on the back because he had been correct, she was into the whole Mommy kink - or at least ready to give it a go. He smiles as he plants his hands on her cheeks and leans down and captures her lips again.

Jody wastes no time allowing him entrance between her lips. She had been attracted to Sam for years. He just exuded confidence and security and she had thought she sensed a bit of a kinky side to him once or twice. 

Now she knew what he was into, she had no problems being that for him. She couldn't wait to see the big, strong, brave hunter become submissive and complacent in her bed.

The kiss seemed to become a battle for dominance but Jody knew just what to do to gain the upper hand.  She slid her hands down Sam's back and once again cupped his buttocks before lifting her right hand and landing a solid smack on his left cheek.

Sam moaned into her mouth, giving her the advantage to take control. Once air became a necessity,  the two pulled apart and Jody looked up at him through her lashes. "There's more where that came from," she teased. 

Sam opened his mouth to respond but with an inhale, he got a slight whiff of Dean's cologne and remembered the case.

"As much as I want to continue this," he said remorsefully. "We need to find my brother."

Jody nods and steps out of the embrace, but not before locking Sam in a commanding look  "Once we find Dean, you come to my room and get your comeuppance. You understand Mister?"

Sam's dick twitched in his jeans at the assertiveness. The authority in her voice made him want to obey, like a good little boy. 

"Yes ma'am."

Once they discovered the monster, a Roman goddess named Vesta that was kidnapping and killing virgins, the hunter and the sheriff learned that the only way to kill it was oak stained in virgin blood.  They also learned from a staticky and short phone call from Dean that he and the others were being held at an old farm near train tracks.

With an oak stake dipped in the blood of one of the chastity group members, they arrive at the farm and hunt for the goddess and her victims. 

In a bid to save Dean and the others, along with Sam who was knocked unconscious,  Jody goes up against the monster - getting stabbed herself.

Still, she used what strength she had left to kill Vesta and save them all.  Jody Mills wasn't going to have more deaths on her conscience, especially that of her friends and possible future lover.

Only that would have to hold off, as she herself was too injured to participate in those types of events.

While Dean was off checking on Suzy and the others, Jody  and Sam concluded that as soon as she healed, she would call him.

"I'd tell you boys to stay out of trouble," Jody says later in the Winchester's motel room, looking from one to the other. "But what's the point?"

Dean hugs her and thanks her for bailing him out. She hugs Sam and then takes the bag he hands her. She glances at Dean to see he has turned his back on them so she whispers, "I'll call you. Be a good boy."

Sam subtly nods and is rewarded with a wink and an air kiss. He watches as Jody walks out the door. 

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[akajustmerry]

ughhhhehdhdh Lucy Prebble on the Succession podcast talking about how she loves writing characters who trade in abstract things and things that can't be held in your hands. Got me really Thinking because yes of course!!! Secret Diary of A Call Girl is all about trading intimacy (the illusion of it too), I Hate Suzie is literally about trading one's talent and image, and of course Succession is all about trading in influence and the ability to gain it. She talked about how all her characters at one point or another ask, "is this real?" because their worlds are defined by the exchange of things that aren't. Miss Prebble, I am at your feet. I am in your WALLS.

#succession #secret diary of a call girl #i hate suzie #/