#i just love cyndi too much

[bunni-bun]

while i have a partial attention span, listen to Big Ocean cuz they're so fun and cute and also the first disabled kpop group to debut (they're all hearing impaired)

[catch1ngmoths]

🫧𓇼*ੈTIME AFTER TIME✩‧₊˚🎐

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ “If your lost, you can look, and you will find me..time after time. If you fall I will catch you, I’ll be waiting…time after time�� -Cyndi Lauper 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋

Summary: after a one night stand with Joost you both can’t seem to get each other out of y’all’s heads. You were always on his mind since then and you couldn’t stop thinking about the blond boy with the cute accent… until your paths cross once more. This time Joost won’t walk away

Note: (all credit for the edit above goes to MCRBATS on TikTok!!) this is a part two for “only stay with you one more night” ITS FINALLY OUT GUYSSS!! I beg for more requests because yall give me the most scrumptious ideas for fics ever!! Also, this is kinda bad so please don’t jump me!!!

Warnings: SUGGESTIVE, Talk of past sexual relations, mostly fluff!

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It had been months, you hadn’t seen Joost since that night that left you both achey in a good and bad way. You’d pondered on your thoughts and feelings towards the blondie and you mentally scolded yourself for thinking he’d come back for you. It obviously meant nothing to him, he probably sleeps with people left and right. You were no different to all the others in his mind.

But you were. Joost couldn’t get your name out his mind. Couldn’t get your pretty face and voice out of his mind. He kept thinking about the way you said moaned his name and how soft your hands were against his rough ones. He wanted to go back in time and make himself bite the curb for leaving your apartment that early morning.

You were so so so much different. Sure, this one night stand wasn’t his first rodeo but the way he looked at you was. The way he felt towards you was, he didn’t know why. He really didn’t. He’d only fully been around you for around 5 hours but those moments gave him a feeling he’d never felt before. He felt so much love, care, and warmth towards your personal being and just wanted to protect you from everything.

He’d ruined it though, we walked through and out your front door that morning. He felt cold as soon as he did but there was no going back now. He had in his signature white earbuds in while he looked out the window of the Uber that was taking him home, his mind still on you. And just like that, that was the last time he’d seen your beautiful face and your addicting scent.

The sound of his friend, apson calling his name pulled him out of his trance. He was setting up for his concert in a few hours, when he was preforming it was the only time he could get you off his mind…well somewhat at least. He went over and helped out apson and the rest of his crew and friends. Helping them set everything up and getting everything done for tonight.

You on the other hand were at your friend, Alexis’s house just hanging out when she interrupted you while you were talking. Her eyes were wide like she’d just remembered something and her movements were one of excitement, taking you aback. “Oh my god!! Sorry to interrupt you but I totally forgot about something, so Mia, Rayo, and Lacey are coming over later and we’re all going to a musicians concert Mia likes!!”

You stare at her with a smile and sarcasm laced in your voice, “now why the hell would you wanna interrupt my story to tell me about that?” You say with a chuckle, “beaacauseee…I want you to come with! It’ll be fun and I know the others would love to have you there too!” You furrow your eyebrows, this reminded you of that night where they all begged you to come out to that club with them where you met that boy you haven’t been able to get your mind off of.

You take a deep sigh, “Lex you know how I feel about things like that.” You reply but Alexis isn’t ready to back down just yet, “no I know but this concert will be different, it’s not as big as mainstream concerts and Mia said it’ll be fun!!” Alexis says looking at you with those puppy eyes and pouting in a sarcastic way.

You groan and just like you did that night months ago you agree. Around an hour later the rest of your friends show up a to get ready. You hang with Rayo fixing your makeup before looking over to him, “who are we even seeing anyways?” You ask him curiously, “man I don’t remember, I just remember Mia putting on his music and showing me a picture of him. Good looking guy and his music isn’t bad whatsoever…soo” Rayo replies with a smile

‘Whatever..’ you think, ‘at least this will be something to get me out the house and doing something.’ You sigh as your friends squeal and run to the car, excited to go. You laugh at their childishness and run after them. It takes around 20 minutes to arrive and the whole time your driving you feel this sensation in your chest, you can’t stop thinking about Joost…he was always on your mind don’t get me wrong but something about this was just different.

Joost was backstage, talking with his friends and trying to calm his excitement for the concert. But something about this felt oddly familiar, he’d never felt this before any concert. His mind now fully immersed and focused on you, he shakes his head as apson calls him over. Trying to shake the thought of you out his mind, as he gets up from where he was sat to walk to apson.

“Het concert begint zo, zijn jullie er klaar voor?” (The concerts gonna start soon, are you ready?) Apson says to Joost, clapping his hand on his shoulder with a smile. Joost takes a breath and smiles at apson, “Ja, ben je er klaar voor? Heb je nog ergens hulp bij nodig?” (Yeah, are you ready? Do you need help with anything else?) Joost replies, nudging apson with his shoulder, this makes apson clasp his hands together. “Ah, Ja, dat ben ik helemaal vergeten. Kom met me mee” (ah, yes, I completely forgot. Come with me..) apson says as the two men walk to set one last thing up.

You and your friends finally arrived to the concert. You all scooted to the front, people being nice enough to let y’all shuffle through. You and your friends talked before music played out making everyone around you, plus your friends scream with excitement. A guy runs out on stage, dressed in a while collared shirt with a black tie and black pants.

He has…short, messy, blond hair.. the same hair Joost had. No way, that wouldn’t be him- that was what you thought before he turned to face the crowd. Those features. Holy shit. It was him. He spoke into the microphone and you immediately knew from the sound of that pretty accent. It was Joost, the boy you couldn’t get out of your head.

Your mind races and you can’t decide if you should be excited or mortified that he’s standing right in front of you. On one hand, this is the boy you’ve wanted to be reunited with for months. On the other hand, it’s embarrassing to face him now. You secretly hope he’ll see you and you’re also hoping he won’t.

He sings his song, “offline” as he looks at the crowd before he sees it. He thinks he’s imagining things, you’ve been a constant in his head for months but there’s no way you’re here right now. No way you’re looking up at him with the same shocked expression that his face definitely has. His voice slightly shakes but he keeps on singing. He’s imagining shit, god he needs to get it together

But it wasn’t his imagination. You were there, for the rest of the concert you and Joost made continuous eye contact. And after the concert was done and Joost was backstage he was his wracking his brain for any way he could catch you. He couldn’t let you leave again, he just got given a second chance and he wasn’t about to give it up.

You were thinking the same things, you were alone in your mind the whole concert. You were thinking and planing about what to do after this, once the concert was done and everyone was leaving. You panicked, “u-um you guys can leave without me, I can get an Uber back home! I need to do something..! I’ll text you when I get home safe!” You say

You knew they wouldn’t let you so you run away before they can protest against your words. You look around, after your far enough away. You second guess yourself once your by yourself. Your heart is racing but your thoughts won. What if he didn’t wanna see you? What is he forgot about you and everything about that night.? You shake your head and realize what you’re doing, your friends probably haven’t gotten far.

Before you can run back to your friends you hear heavy footsteps, you turn around frantically. And you finally see Joost turning the corner to the hallway to where you were. He turns his head when you both lock eyes, both of you freezing. You stared at each other, breathing heavily and hearts racing.

“J-Joost..?” You stutter out, your voice weak and body stiff. He immediately breaks out of his trace at the sound of that voice that he’d missed so much. He runs towards you and embraces you, it was strange…it really was. This amount of affection for someone you hadn’t seen a few months and only spend one night together.

But it felt like you both were intertwined, sewn together in some way (Adrianne Lenker mentioned?!) He smiles, picking you up and spinning you around. “Holy shit it’s really you, fuck I’m so sorry. I regretted leaving as soon as I closed your door. I’m sorry if I made you feel used or unimportant, your not and i-“ he’s put off my a soft kiss being pressed to his lips

You grab his face as his hands pull your waist to be flush against his hips. Both of you are out of breath, pressing messy and rough kisses to each others lips. You moan softly on his lips and joost took his opportunity to slip his tounge into your mouth. Nothing but love shown in the kisses as he presses you up against the wall behind you, towering over you as you finally pull away.

“I’m not letting you go again, I hope you’re aware of that..” he says with his signature smile and you giggle before responding, “I wouldn’t have it any other way..” you say before he lowers his head, catching your lips in his once more

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ “ Wanna listen to the sound of you blinking, wanna listen to your hands soothe. Listen to your heart beating, listen to the way you move” - Adrianne lenker 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋

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TAGLIST: @timewillpasssoon @poppymelonz @pickle-juice-and-vodka @imsiriuslyreal

[beyondthesefourwalls]

And You Will Find Me

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

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

Word Count: 3.8K 

Warnings: Language, fluff, love at first sight. 

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

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

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Bradley Bradshaw: Table Four 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Holy hell. 

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

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

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

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

“What?” 

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

“This table?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You live in DC?”

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

“Ah. Navy man, huh?” 

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

“Naval Aviator,” he elaborated. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I never asked you to dance.” 

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

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

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

“What?” you laughed. “Bradley!” 

“I’m serious! Pick a song.” 

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

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

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

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

“I should probably get back,” you whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Notes: I hope y'all loved this one as much as I did! I miss these two so much.

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

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

Pile 1:

Shufflemancy -

Platform Shoes by Slayyyter

Splish Splash by DreamDoll ft. Cupcakke

Say Yes To Heaven by Lana Del Rey

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

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

Pile 2:

Shufflemancy -

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

Wake Up by Logic ft. Lucy Rose

Wife You Up by Russ

King of Fire, Adjustment, & The Sun

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

Pile 3:

Shufflemancy -

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

Masquerade by Siouxxie Sixxsta

Test Drive by Ariana Grande

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

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

Pile 4:

Shufflemancy -

Unique by Miliyah

Smoke Weed Eat P*ssy by Ängie

Roof by Rico Nasty

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

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

Pile 5:

Shufflemancy -

Use Your Heart - Interlude by SWV

Love You Down by Ready For The World

Freakend by Megan Thee Stallion

The Empress, Ace of Water, & Temperance

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

Pile 6:

Shufflemancy -

Girls by Kid Cudi ft Too $hort

Single by The Neighbourhood

겨울 탓 (Winter) by SAAY ft. Woo

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

Trigger warning

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

Pile 7:

Shufflemancy -

January 28th by J. Cole

AMERICAN GURL by Kilo Kish

EARTHA by Jamila Woods

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

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

Pile 8:

Shufflemancy -

BIBI Vengeance by BIBI

Icy by Kim Petras

Do You? By Troyboi

The Magus, The High Priestess, & Mother of Air

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

Pile 9:

Shufflemancy -

Press Your Number by Taemin

Deja Vu by ATEEZ

Pretty by FAKY

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

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

[keeryhours]

stop the stars chapter two - billy hargrove

Billy Hargrove x female OC Katelyn Henderson, some Steve Harrington x Katelyn

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Summary:

Katelyn and her friends spend Saturday at the mall. They run into someone unexpected.

Chapter Warnings:

None

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N:

Finally got part 2 out! I’m looking forward to writing more of this series. I hope you guys are into it! Your comments and messages on all my stories have meant the world to me <3

And shout out to @losingmygrasponreality for being the first person to request to be on the tag list :) I appreciate you!

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When Katelyn woke the next morning with the most intense headache of her life, she regretted all her life choices.

She groaned, her mouth dry and tasting terrible. She opened her eyes, the light through her window making her squint. When she was able to fully open her eyes, she noticed a glass of water and 2 pain killers laying on her nightstand. Her heart skipped a beat as she realized Steve must have done that for her when he carried her to bed last night.

She was also dressed in her pajamas, and she blushed thinking about how Steve had to have gotten her changed.

She drank the water and took the pills before she climbed out of her bed, shuffling out of her room and to the bathroom. She brushed her teeth immediately, desperate to get rid of the taste of alcohol from her mouth. When she was done, she started the shower, hopping in and letting the hot water wash away some of the fogginess of her head.

Billy.

She had met him last night. She had talked to him. Did he offer to leave the party with her or had she dreamt that?

He had been just as gorgeous as everyone had said. And intimidating. The way he held eye contact was nothing like she had ever experienced before. The way he touched her so confidently when they didn’t even know each other.

She found her mind wandering as she showered. She daydreamed about what it would have been like if she had gone home with him.

She shook those thoughts from her head quickly.

Someone started pounding on the bathroom door.

“Hurry up in there!” Dustin yelled. “You’ve been in there for forever!”

Katelyn rinsed the conditioner from her hair. She had been almost done anyway. She shut the water off and got out, wrapping a towel around her body and one around her hair.

“You’re so impatient,” she mumbled as she pushed the bathroom door open, walking past her little brother.

“You were in there for like an hour!” Dustin yelled before going into the bathroom and slamming the door.

She felt like that was an exaggeration, but whatever.

In her room, she dried herself off and dressed in a short skirt and a new top she had just bought. She did her hair and some makeup. It was Saturday, and she was planning to go to the mall with Chrissy and Heather.

Heather pulled up in front of the Henderson house an hour later, honking the horn. Katelyn grabbed her purse and ran out of her room, shutting the door hard behind her.

“Later,” she said to both her mom sitting on the couch in the living room and Dustin making a sandwich in the kitchen.

“Where are you going?” her mother asked, turning to look at her with concern. Her mom always worried too much and could be overprotective, which is why she resorted to sneaking out most of the time.

“Mall,” she answered quickly. “With Heather and Chrissy. I’ll be back later. Love you!”

She walked out of the house and closed the front door behind her before her mom could try to mess with her plans. She loved her mom, but she could definitely be a bit much.

“Heyyy!” Heather greeted, drawing out the word, as Katelyn slid into the passenger seat.

“Hey gorgeous,” Katelyn greeted her friend back, grinning at her. Cyndi Lauper played softly over the radio, and she turned it up, the two girls singing obnoxiously together as they drove to pick up Chrissy.

The three girls pulled up to the mall not long later. Apparently everyone else had the same idea today, because the parking lot of Starcourt was packed.

They walked through the parking lot, giggling over something that had happened at Tina’s party last night. Katelyn took their word for it since she was too drunk to remember, which only made them laugh harder.

They stepped on the concrete walkway in front of the mall entrance just as a car blaring loud rock music raced into the parking lot, pulling up right where they had been walking moments ago. They spun around.

A blue Camaro had pulled up right against the curb next to them. The passenger door opened and an angry looking young girl with red hair climbed out, clutching a skateboard under her arm.

“I’ll be back here in an hour, don’t make me wait for you,” the driver said, sounding equally as annoyed as he spoke around a cigarette. That’s the first time she took in the face of the man behind the wheel.

Billy.

Katelyn’s blood ran cold when she saw Billy Hargrove behind the wheel of the muscle car. He was dressed in jeans with a denim jacket over a white t shirt, sunglasses on his face, blonde curls tousled from the wind.

“Yeah, whatever,” the girl mumbled, walking around the front of the car towards the mall entrance.

Billy’s head trailed her as she walked across, until he was facing the entrance and his eyes landed on her. There were two other girls with her, too, but he only saw her.

A smirk grew across his lips as they looked at each other, and he took his cigarette from his lips, holding it between his fingers instead. The red head disappeared into the mall.

“Well, well,” Billy drawled, seeming much more amused than he had moments ago. “Kate, huh?”

Katelyn blushed deeply as she felt Heather’s and Chrissy’s eyes on her. “Yeah,” she confirmed, not sure what else to say.

“I barely recognized you without the teased hair and that sexy dress,” he said, looking all too cocky. “What are you doing?”

“We’re just going shopping,” she answered, feeling like the answer was lame for some reason.

Billy chuckled, taking another drag from his cigarette. There was a long pause as he inhaled, blowing the smoke out the window in their direction. “Kate, I have a question for you.”

Her eyebrows raised, wondering if there was some other Kate around he could be talking to. “Uh…what’s up?”

He waved her over with a smirk, and she nervously approached the open window of the car. He slid the sunglasses off his face, sitting them atop his head as he looked at her with those intense blue eyes.

“I was thinking I could get your number?” he asked smoothly, like he already knew the answer would be yes. “Was thinkin’ maybe I should call you sometime.”

Katelyn’s heart stuttered in her chest at his question, which made her feel so stupid, because it’s not like she’s never given her number to a guy before, it’s not like she hasn’t done plenty of things with guys before. She couldn’t figure out why Billy had this effect on her that no one else had.

“Uh, sure,” she said at last, Billy’s grin growing wider. “Um, do you have a pen?”

Billy pulled a pen and a napkin out of his glove compartment, handing them to Katelyn. She leaned it against the side of the car, hot from the sun, as she wrote her household number down.

“If it’s my mom, she’ll ask a lot of questions,” she warned, handing him the napkin and pen back. Their fingers brushed together as he took it, sending a jolt through her body as if she’d touched something electric. “Just tell her it’s for a school thing and she’ll leave us alone.”

Billy laughed at that, and he looked at the napkin, like he was committing her number to memory. “Got it,” he said. His gaze moved back to meet hers. “I’ll call you soon.” It felt like a promise.

Katelyn stepped back to her friend group, watching as Billy tore out of the parking lot just as fast as he had come in.

Chrissy and Heather were both silent for a minute as they took in what had just happened.

“Did- did Billy Hargrove just show up out of nowhere and ask for your number?” Heather asked, still in shock.

“Yes!” Chrissy answered for her, half her face taken up by the massive grin on her lips. “Oh my god, Kate.”

The girls began walking into the mall. Katelyn’s fingers still tingled where they had touched his.

“He might not even call me,” she said as they walked, browsing through different stores.

“Uh, of course he will. You’re hot.” Heather practically rolled her eyes at her friend. “Since when do you have no self confidence?”

Katelyn didn’t know. She had never felt this way about a guy before. There was just something about Billy that made her feel unsure of herself, unworthy. She knew that wasn’t true. She’s popular, smart, has lots of friends, has had plenty of boyfriends. But Billy was something else entirely.

The girls spend the day shopping, gossiping, and eventually getting lunch from the food court. They were checking out the last shops in the mall on their way out when they passed the lingerie store.

“Oooh,” Chrissy teased, grabbing onto Katelyn and Heather’s wrists to pull them to a complete stop outside the shop doors. “You should get something for Billy.”

Heather’s face lit up. “Oh my god, yes. You totally should.”

Katelyn rolled her eyes with a groan. “You have not let the Billy thing go all day. He hasn’t even called me yet and you think I should buy lingerie for him?”

Her two friends looked at her like she was stupid.

“He obviously wants to fuck you,” Heather whispered conspiratorially, leaning closer to her friends. “So why not surprise him with something special?”

Katelyn looked over the store, the displays in the window. There was some really cute stuff. And she had always wanted to have a nice lingerie set. She just felt stupid buying it now, having to shove it in the bottom of her underwear drawer and pray her mom doesn’t find it.

But the idea of someone - Billy - peeling her clothes off and finding something sexy like that underneath? She had to admit it was enticing.

“…We can look,” Katelyn conceded, and her friends literally jumped with excitement, pulling her into the store.

Chrissy and Heather were grabbing practically everything off the rack, holding them up to Katelyn’s body before shaking their head and picking a different one. Katelyn thought she was supposed to be the one shopping, but apparently not.

“Oooh,” Chrissy said, picking up a black lace lingerie set with dark red accents. “I think this might be the one.”

She held it up to Katelyn’s body. “Oh yeah. That screams Billy.”

Katelyn snagged the set out of Chrissy’s hand. “You don’t even know Billy.”

Chrissy rolled her eyes. “He’d have to be blind to not love this on you. Go try it on!”

Chrissy and Heather lingered right outside the changing rooms as Katelyn entered a booth, closing the curtain behind her. She stripped her clothes off down to her normal underwear, which was cute, but nothing like this.

She tried on the lingerie set, taking some time to figure out the garters, and then she was looking at herself in the mirror from every angle. She always had a big chest, and she felt like the bra was making her boobs look ridiculous.

“Are you done?” Heather called through the curtain. “Let us see!”

Katelyn pushed the curtain aside, standing in front of her friends in the sexiest underwear she could have possibly been wearing. She struck a pose with her hand on her hip. “What do we think?”

Chrissy’s and Heather’s eyes went wide.

“Girl…” Heather said, as if she were distracted taking in the view.

“You have to buy that,” Chrissy said. “Billy or not, any guy would lose their mind seeing you in that.”

Katelyn looked down at herself, taking in her own appearance again. She wasn’t sure in the mirror, but from her friends’ reactions, she must have looked hot. She debated on it as she re entered the changing room and changed back into her own clothes.

Fully back in her own outfit, she held the skimpy material in her hands. I mean why not, right? She could afford it, and even if nothing happened with Billy, because buying it for Billy felt completely ridiculous, she’d get to wear it sometime.

The girls were excited when Katelyn exited the changing room still holding the set and headed for the checkout counter.

Walking out of the mall, the little pink bag felt like 50 pounds in her hand. It loomed over her as the girls climbed back into Heather’s car.

—

Katelyn laid on her bed that night, doing her homework while listening to Pink Floyd over her speakers. Her math homework was kicking her ass, as usual, but she was slowly but surely figuring it out.

She was interrupted by a rough knock at her door, a huff leaving her lips. She knew it was Dustin because her mother would have knocked once and just walked in.

“What?” she called, annoyed.

“Some guy is on the phone for you,” Dustin yelled through the door, sounding uninterested.

Her brows furrowed. She climbed off her bed, careful not to mess up her work, and opened her door. Dustin was standing there holding the house phone.

She took it from him. “Thanks,” she muttered, and then she was closing the door in his face.

Katelyn brought the phone to her ear. “…Hello?”

“Hey, princess.”

The knot in her stomach clenched tight, her body suddenly feeling cold. “Billy.”

He chucked over the phone, always sounding so dangerous somehow. “You have fun at the mall today, pretty girl?”

She was suddenly struck with the fear of Billy somehow knowing what she had bought, but that was impossible.

“Uh, yeah. We had a good time.”

“Hey, listen,” Billy said, like he was ready to get to the point of the phone call already. He didn’t strike her as a man who liked to waste time. “I was thinkin’ maybe you’d want to go out sometime. Maybe tomorrow night?”

Her eyes went wide. He really was asking her out. This new guy that every girl in school was obsessing over, and he was asking her out.

“That…” she swallowed before she continued. “We could do that.”

Billy laughed over the phone again, the sound sending chills through her body, already barely covered by her tank top and short sleep shorts, her usual pajamas.

“I’ll pick you up at 7, yeah?”

She was ready to jump up and down with excitement, call Chrissy and Heather and tell them the news. She kept her composure instead. “Yeah, sounds great.”

She gave him her address, learning that he didn’t live very far. She found her mind wandering to what she would wear.

“Alright,” Billy said, his low, relaxed voice having some kind of effect on her she couldn’t understand. It sent goosebumps across her arms. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, pretty girl.”

“See you tomorrow,” she had echoed, before the call ended.

She padded out of her room and to the kitchen as if in a daze, placing the phone back on the receiver. The soft click rang through the empty space.

She pushed her curls out of her face as she walked back to her bedroom. It was impossible to focus on math now. She had to plan for tomorrow.

[bbym0on]

What I feel the Batfamiliy’s music tastes are

Bruce- has a fondness for classical music from his father, but while working he needs something with a little more bass. I think he would be really into Symphonic heavy metal, like Yngvie Malmstein, or even stuff more melodic like Iron Maiden.

Dick-Really into ‘70s boogie, funk, and disco. Music that just gets the energy up and is fun. Favorites would be: K.c and the sunshine band, Wild cherry, the Commodores, and the BeeGees.

Jason-He has a preference for ‘80s hard rock, driving guitars, heavy bass, and kicking drums. But his favorite band is Three days Grace ‘cause he related to the lyrics so much. Some of his favorite bands would be: Dio, Ac/Dc, Scorpions, and Def Leppard.

Tim-He listens to the most obnoxious Edm, techno, and Eurobeat you’ve ever heard in your life, not so much because he likes the music, but because the volume and bpm keep him awake. (I don’t know any Edm, or Techno bands)

Steph-Is really into early 2000s pop punk, like green day, Fall Out Boy, Avril Lavigne. In middle school wanted to dye their hair black and join a band, but her dad wouldn’t allow it.

Cass-Ballet and orchestra music is the only thing she chooses to listen too, but doesn’t mind anybody else’s music as long as she gets to be around that person. (She really dislikes synth pop though)

Damien-I think that while he was raised by the league to be a killing weapon, Ra’s is such a huge lover of the arts that he would sneak Damien away from Talia and have him listen to Traditional music from around the world. Outside of that, and though he will deny it, he likes Dick’s music.

Alfred-Everyone thinks he only listens to Classical music, but is a big fan of the ‘60s British invasion bands like: the beatles, the who, the Rolling Stones, and very early Deep Purple.

Duke-shares his mother’s tastes in music, loving ‘90s R&B like Destinies child, TLC, and boys 2 men.

Harper-Into classic “real punk music” (their words to Steph) with rebellious tones, and Hardcore political statements, bands like the Sex Pistols, and the ramones. For modern bands they like Rise Against and Muse.

Selina-Their guilty pleasure music is ‘80s pop like Madonna, Cyndi Lauper, and Paula Abdul. But her favorite band is No Doubt, and likes Gwen Stefani’s early music.

I’ll probably make a part-2 for the rest of the Family, but here are the core Family (to me at least)

[hotluncheddie]

stop being a goblin and let me kiss you

part 3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

eddie full body shudders.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

self care.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[ilylovelyz]

⍣ ೋ time after time

˚ · . hinata x afab!reader

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

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

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

8 years, 11 months, and 7 days.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

but he's the only one for you?

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

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

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

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

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

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[harlowtales]

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

🎮 🧖🏽‍♀️ Part One

18+ Adult Themes - Drama/Language/Sexual

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You suck Jackman!” You yelled behind him.

“I love you too baby!” He yelled back

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

@itsyagirljaz @okaaay-mice @ride4harlow

[aardvaark]

the librarians "and the curse of cindy" s3e7 watch through:

[as the librarians all appear running out a door] ezekiel: "we really need to find wider doors". lol i love how they lampshade all the little stuff like that.

ooh so is flynn grifting, or under the weird spell? how can the team be sure? interesting

the cyndi chant is really catchy. C-Y, N-D-I, for you, we would die :)

why is DOSA here and why are they helping this woman?? are they under the spell as well?

"food physicist" leverage reference lowkey

ah, a love (obsession) potion.

jenkins applying the awful-smelling salve to ezekiel just to mess with him lol. i love u jenkins.

huh, that’s a cool different spin on ezekiel being egotistical: he actually does love himself, which is not the worst thing in the world! often shows have the moral of "thinking too highly of yourself can be harmful" which can be true of course. but you rarely see the flip side, that sometimes having extremely low self esteem doesn’t just make you humble or shy or whatever, it can have negative effects on people around you and ruin your relationships.

ezekiel backstory! we haven’t heard all that much of his backstory so far, at least not his childhood i mean. we know about the thief life but not so much before that.

ezekiel "eeny meeny miney moe"-ing to find the missile launch shut down button lmaooo

aww ezekiel saying he loves his team & that loving them has been beneficial for him. cute. this has been a very ezekiel focused episode.

ooh love interest or one off kiss??

UH ezekiel still has some love potion? UM. UH. UM. WORRYING. WHY.

[twopoppies]

"I would like Harry to be remembered for his great songwriting skills, his voice and the great performer he is, but everything is so overshadowed by the rest that in 20, 30 years I don't know if he will be remembered as one of the greatest of our generation (and he deserves it so much). I just think there's too much noise overshadowing his music"

I'm the say ranting anon as yesterday and I was gonna leave it at that but I saw this and I think is an interesting topic so I'm gonna rant a little bit more (sorry in advance).

It's impossible for anyone to know how is Harry gonna be remembered 30 years from now but what we can do is trying to compare him with the artist we consider legends today.

Lets take Elton John, Freddy Mercury, Prince, George Michael, Madonna, Whitney Houston and David Bowie for example... Each and every single one of them is considered a legend, the most successful in their field, the ones current artist use as inspiration and what they aspire to be. You know what else they have in common? Careers full of rumors, cheating scandals, drugs scandals, gay scandals, failed marriages, fake marriages, money problems, etc, etc, etc.

But those are no the things they're remember for, at the end their music and their art is soo good and made such an impact that all the "noise" sorrounding their careers just take a passive role.

I mean, as a fan, leaving through the rumors and all the nonsense is annoying as fuck and I would love if when I spoke about Harry people ONLY asked me about his music because he is so much more than his supposed girlfriends but what can I do?

And of course it is possible to be successful in the industry without playing the game, I wasn't trying to imply Zayn isn't but there's levels to that success, at least in the eyes of the general public.

Like let's be honest, all 5 of the boys has had a successful solo career so far but which one of them is more likely to achieve the legend status your anon is talking about??? Everyone under the sun knows the answer is Harry.

And why is that? It's not because he's has a powerful voice or because he's an excellent lyricist or because he's and incredible performer. Of course he's all that. But the reason he has achieved so much and is probably get the legend status someday is because how his team has marketed him. I'm sorry but without Columbia and the azzoffs Harry wouldn't be where he is today 🤷‍♀️ They're horrible people but they sure as hell know what they're doing and Harry is happy with their job and where his career is going so...

Yep. Marketing really does make a difference.

There’s something unquantifiable about the artists you mention, though. Take Madonna, for example. Cyndi Lauper came out at the same time. She had a much better voice. Her singles were huge. She had a great look. She definitely had fans (still does), but Madonna had that extra something that drew the masses in and kept them there (and oh my god did she have scandals and gossip galore—some of them very purposely manufactured).

And I agree with you about the Azoffs/Sony/Harry’s team. They’re taking him where he wants to go.

In reference to this

[satureja13]

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

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

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

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

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

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

And, as always...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[radio-ronpa]

DRV3 characters but I give them songs from that one playlist I have with a frutiger metro profile picture, bc why not:

Kaede Akamatsu: We R who We R - Kesha

Angie Yonaga: I wanna go - Britney Spears

Gonta Gokuhara: Tell me something I don't know - Selena Gomez & The Scene

K1-B0: I gotta feeling - Black Eyed Peas

Kaito Momota: Crazy in love - Beyoncé ft Jay-Z

Korekiyo Shinguji: Poker face - Lady Gaga

Maki Harukawa:  Love you like a love song - Selena Gomez & The Scene (Poker face does fit her too, a LOT)

Miu Iruma: Take it off - Kesha

Rantaro Amami: Feel this moment - Pitbull ft Christina Aguilera (initially chose Right Round by Flo Rida ft Kesha, but then I felt bad cause he didn't have a Mr Worldwide™ song)

Tenko Chabashira: Everytime we touch - Cascada

Tsumugi Shirogane: Oops!...I did it again - Britney Spears

Kirumi Tojo: Work Bitch - Britney Spears (originally On the floor by JLo ft Pitbull but I giggled and shook my feet a little too much when this one came up)

Ryoma Hoshi: What hurts the most - Cascada

Himiko Yumeno: Girls just want to have fun - Cyndi Lauper

Kokichi Ouma: Circus - Britney Spears

Shuichi Saihara: What's new Scooby-Doo? - Simple Plan (originally Hung Up by Madonna but Shuichi has a Simple plan aura I simply cannot ignore. Yes I did consider Welcome to my life and I'm just a kid but like, Scooby Doo man)

This took way longer to make than expected

I unironically love everything about this.

[thelampisaflashlight]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ghouls just want to have fun, ya know?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The true ride or die.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Needs a nap, like, yesterday.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Never a bad day.

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

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VoicePlay 'Zat You, Santa Claus? - thoughts/commentary

Oh I loved this so much! Over on my "main" blog, BismuthBookshelf, I made a post like a week ago (about my favourite non-VP/Geoff Christmas music videos) where I mentioned how I was wanting more jazzy Christmas music, and this might not be the same sort of vibe as Man With The Bag or I've Got My Love To Keep Me Warm, but it's still great! And of course it's wonderful to see J with the group yet again!

Okay so starting off with the set design: Filmed at Pattycake, duh, and the brickwork kinda looks like a set that VoicePlay and/or Geoff have used before (like Geoff's Shenandoah video kinda?), except for the windows and the vertical wood planks. Idk, I'm writing this before the BTS video is out but I'll update it if I figure anything out (EDIT: yeah the woodplanks were added in for this shoot, and maybe the windows too, as the "bricks" aren't actually bricks)

Love all the Christmas decor, like the carousel and the felt/fabric Christmas calendar(?) thing hanging up, and the tree! (How long did that take to set up and decorate? EDIT: actually Layne's wife Cyndi helped a lot with set design!)) And of course the Voiceplay logo symbol on top of the tree is brilliant. At least a few Patrons have already been wishing for that to be an item in VP's merch store. Also the five stockings hanging up have each of the guys' first initials on them! <3 (From closest to camera to furthest away, it's G, C, J, E, & L).

The guys are all looking very snazzy in this video. Love Cesar's scarf, love Layne's red sweater(?) (the most colour that any of them are wearing in the video), and honestly Geoff is really working that long-sleeve black turtleneck, man! 👀 (And obligatory shoutout to Geoff's hair, of course, *chefs kiss*)

I'm of course just typing this all from the Patreon early access thing, but fun fact: this is both the second Christmas video and the second consecutive video of this year to be filmed without an actual cameraman! But unlike using an iPhone like in the previous cases, this was filmed using a robotic camera arm, fully programmed to the music, able to repeat precise movements with each take! I highly doubt Voiceplay are gonna give up on using human camera operators completely, but this is still a cool thing to have as a potential option for video shoots! (EDIT: it's called "Cinebot", and a guy called Ben Meyers helped out with programming/operating it!)

Right, now time to talk more about the vocals and the song arrangement itself!

As per with previous thoughts/commentary posts, most of these notes are after a second watch, with a few extra thoughts mixed in from additional watches, because as I've said before, the first-time watch is just for the vibes

Y'know when I listened to the cover of Zat You Santa Claus on the Peppermint Winter album, I was like "eh it doesn't really have much of a Christmassy vibe imo, gives me more spy movie vibes?" but like with this version I don't even care (the video makes up for it, it's fine), and by the the time you're reading this post, this song will have replaced the old version in my Christmas Spotify playlist!

On my second watch-through, I had the song lyrics up on my phone (while the video played on my laptop), and that made me realize that a few lines got slightly reworded, and then there's a whole section that's not in the original! The bit where they're singing "he's coming for you/hope you've not been bad" or something like that is definitely new, but not new for VoicePlay, because I went back and relistened to the 2012 Peppermint Winter cover and that section is in there as well.

Doing a relisten of their previous cover also made me realise that this arrangement really is different to the older one, even genre-wise, and I like this one more!

Okay I'm gonna do a third watch-through, pausing to take notes as I go, just to make sure I don't miss anything or forget to mention anything here!

A nice bit of whistling from Cesar at the start! (Seriously can everyone whistle except me? 😅)

"Is that you, Santa Claus?" pfft I love the little bit of dramatic flair Geoff put on the delivery of that line 😁

"Are you bringing a present for me?" ooh that harmony at the start of that line! I don't wanna say it's dissonant, because I'm not a music expert and I really don't know, but it sounded "different" and I liked it!

"Something pleasant that you can present; a present for me" this is one of the main line changes, because in the original (and in their 2012 cover as well, in fact), it's "something pleasantly pleasant for me". But sure, why not change it up a bit?

Eli killing it as always!

Oh man I'm almost tempted to make a screenshot compilation just for the "he's coming to get ya" section alone ngl. All their facial expressions are just so great! I feel like I gotta watch this video five times and just focus on a different person each time!

I'm assuming the YouTube description will confirm it (and/or the BTS video), but Patrons are guessing that "Santa" (the one handing over the present) is Tony, which'd make sense (though I'm also guessing that the voice of Santa would be Eli, since he did the same thing in Mission Jingle Bells and Oogie Boogie's Song, and was "Sandy Claws" in Jingle Bell Rock last year.

UPDATE TO THE ABOVE: Nope, that was actually Bucky as Santa Claus! Or as the YouTube description puts it: "Zat Ur Hands? - Bucky Claus" 😂

Omg now I'm just thinking that it would've been really funny if Geoff had subtly sang "Is that you, Sandy Claws", as a fun little double throwback, lol.

Not sure what I love more - Eli killing it on lead vocals yet again, or Geoff just fully grinning as Eli does so 😄

"Who's there, who is it? Are you - stopping for a -" Layne!!! I love him honestly, and it's always great when he gets a little bit of lead vocals.

J's Louis Armstrong impression was freaking amazing, and so was the scatting!

Yeah I love this song and video so much - it's so fun, they all look like they had a great time filming it, and it's such a freaking vibe!

And that's VoicePlay's final song of 2024 (SIKE! We still got Party Of Your Lifetime to come, but hey, I didn't know that when I was first writing up this post!) other than some VoicePlay Minis and stuff (and Party Of Your Lifetime!). I of course have not a single clue what VP has in store for 2025, but that's just part of the greatness of VoicePlay! You never know what you're gonna get next, but it's always gonna be amazing in its own way.

Happy Holidays, and see you soon for both some 2024 roundup posts from me, as well as whatever Voiceplay has been cooking up next! ;)