#cyndy answers

[bunni-bun]

Pick Your Fave From Mine!

tagged by the lovely @karebear923, thank you hun!

Challenge: Make a poll with five of your all time favorite characters, and then tag five people to do the same. See which character is everyone's favorite.

This is so hard cuz like at least half of my favorite boys are The Worst (affectionate)™️ but like i love so many of them, this is so mean 😭 i do have an affinity for terrible, traumatized, little men though 😔 i'm also only gonna do this with BL boys because making me chose between all my faves is cruel and unjust!!!!

I wanna cheat and add more but i'm trying to make this hard for everyone so that you guys suffer the way i have with some of these sjskdkejwjekrlelekke

tagging a few people that i hope struggle as much as i did lmaoooo @nibupei @fanonplussed @1sttkhao @thearvariblues @whileyoureinschoolidothisallday

[winter2468]

cyndi

They should bring her back now that David's punk too. She's still give him crap but in a "that's my little brother who is also punk" kind of way. Also she'd decide that Ruth's a prep based off very little evidence and then tease David for having fallen in love with a prep "Ruth owns a leather jacket and has punched multiple people in the face" not enough evidence in her book, Davey!

[truessences]

Who do you think El’s favorite singer is?

Oooo this is a hard one... I'ma stick with the 80s lol. I feel like she would really like Cyndi Lauper because of her colorful style and different kind of voice. She'd probably like Madonna too. Ooo! Pat Benatar! She would probably see her "Love is a Battlefield" video and love it, similar to Jenna in 13 Going on 30 lol. Probably Whitney Houston because of her voice, and I can see El looooving her "I Wanna Dance with somebody" song.

[musicrunsthroughmysoul]

I got "Into the Groove" randomly stuck in my head (the only Madonna song I care for) and, upon trying to listen to it just now, I realized again how much I do not care for Madonna (as a vocalist first and foremost, although I'm not a fan of her, personally, either). Trying to listen to her is like trying to listen to Taylor Swift now (the old stuff that I used to like, which I now find cringey as all hell; clearly I cannot STAND anything she's recently put out, either).

[kawaiibaphomet]

Oof, sorry I've been AWOL lately 😅 first I had art block, I drew some other stuff to throw it off, and now I'm sick, lol. But at least I'm back on my Outlast bullshit where I wanted to be a few weeks ago!

So the murder waifus will definitely be coming back soon! ❤️

[sychosid]

Oh my goooosh sammie!!! That tag on your main is so good <3<3 also wait I just thought of this but what’s her entrance music??

IM GLAD U LOVE HER!! her entrance music is Girls Just Want to Have fun by Cyndi Lauper hehe

[chaosxburned]

❛  is there anything i can do for you?  ❜ (Robin to Cyndi; mxrvelouscreations)

“You could tell my brother to stop hovering.” She grumbled softly from the couch. Cyndi hated this but it was better her than anyone else. She could handle a broken leg. “Im not dying.”

@mxrvelouscreations

[anthrcpophagi]

💋

Send 💋 and my muse will describe what a kiss from yours might taste like.

that subtle lingering taste after eating cotton candy, when pink & blue sugar crystals stain your lips; alternatively, tender and mild flavored, soft texture like veal

[sosagely]

@cynd1 asked ; ❝ i was kind to you because you looked like you needed a friend. ❞

blue eyes narrow, teeth bared and shoulders bristling as a huff of air showcases her displeasure. ❝ how altruistic. ❞ sarcasm laces every word. she's been alive long enough to know that no one did anything out of the kindness of their heart: there were always strings attached. and kara had no interest in being anyone's marionette puppet. not again. there's a hum in the air as blue light flickers between her fingers. better safe than sorry. ❝ what are you? witch? vampire? siren? ❞ if she can see through the glamour, she had to be something supernatural: normal humans would be entirely unaware of the underworkings of the city. ❝ what are you after? ❞

[bunni-bun]

Hello

I'm Amira from Gaza 🍉, responsible for my family since my father passed away. Despite becoming a university lecturer and app developer, the recent war destroyed everything 😥.

I urgently need to leave Gaza to care for my sick mother and continue my aspirations.

Any help or sharing of a support link would be deeply appreciated.

https://www.gofundme.com/f/amiras-story-between-hope-and-resilience-a-call-for-soli

Thank you sincerely 🙏🙏

Amira

hi there, dear ❤️

donate something, however small, but i'm wishing you and your family peace and safety. good luck, friend ❤️

you can donate here. this gfm was vetted by @nabulsi

[beesarthur]

i am captivated by the puzzle incidentally laid out in the latest Ethicist column in the NYT magazine (gift article link that will get you behind the paywall). 

here is the relevant info:

the letter writer (who i think can be safely assumed to be a man) has been married “for nearly 40 years” as of now, mid-2023, so got married in about 1983 (and not earlier, but maybe a bit later)

“about three years into the marriage” someone (a woman) with whom he had "had a summer-long relationship as a teenager“ started “to make waves in the music industry”

she is now, according to the letter writer’s estimation, well-enough known that  “her music is now instantly recognizable to most people“

the letter writer is a fan of her music, “in part because of the personal connection and memories it evokes”

the letter is about the fact that the letter writer has never mentioned to his wife the fun fact that he dated this now-famous person as a teenager before she was famous, and it has recently come to his attention that maybe this was a weird lie of omission? (which imo is strange, but also like not a betrayal, and i’m pretty *shrug* about that) 

but!! to me this is a “guess the singers this could be!” puzzle. this is what we can infer relatively straightforwardly from the letter:

a female singer who is (at least predominantly) a solo artist

who was not famous as a teenager 

was not famous by 1983

and at least started to become famous in probably 1986 or 1987

but there’s still a pretty wide range for what this person’s age could be:

if we assume that 

the letter writer got married in his 20s or 30s 

and that the letter writer and the singer are close to the same age (let’s say within 2 years) 

we get a maximum range of birth dates for the singer of about 1941 to 1965, but I think about 1945 to 1962 is more likely. 

and remember the extra little nugget that maybe says something about this person’s music and maybe doesn’t do that at all: the letter writer is “in the habit of playing this artist’s music, in part because of the personal connection and memories it evokes. Not long ago, my wife remarked that I am a ‘big fan.’”

who do you think this singer is?

[fleursfairies]

im in a stranger things character music mood so here are some artists each character for sure likes

will: super obvious but the clash, the cure, david bowie, billy idol, the police, talking heads, etc. (i feel like this is a very basic answer but its the truth)

mike: he is so 90s so weezer, oasis, radiohead, etc (i already made a post abt this)

dustin: hall&oats, tears for fears, wham!, KISS, TOTO, a-ha, michael jackson, duran duran, baltimora

lucas: idky the first thing i thought of was bananarama but he would so love bananarama. beegees, michael jackson, earth wind & fire, jackson 5, stevie wonder, george michael, prince, idk

el: i dont think she really has time to listen to music but she would like popular 80s pop. like cyndi lauper, madonna, wham!, electric light orchestra, kim wilde, stacey q, the gogos, tiffany, soft cell, reo speedwagon, abba, bonnie tyler

max: kate bush obviously, blondie, duran duran, bon jovi, pixies, soft cell, tears for fears, rick springfield, no doubt, billy idol, pat benatar, tiffany, joan jett, etc

max and el are similar but el's is more 'listening to music for the first ever time' vibes while max is more lived in

jonathan: talking heads, the ramones, the clash, bowie, duran duran but only girls on film, the cramps, depeche mode, R.E.M., phil collins, the kinks, the animals, billy idol, the cure, the cars, blue oyster cult, jimi hendrix, styx, pixies, pink floyd, cheap trick, genesis, ozzy osbourne, foreigner, etc. i could go on and on. i think there would be a little more 60s and 70s in here too.

nancy: madonna, heart, reo speedwagon, billy joel, roxy music, cyndi lauper, joan jett, pat benatar, hall & oats, blondie, kim wilde, whitney houston, kate bush, tiffany, wham!, soft cell, bananarama, bonnie tyler, stacey q, lita ford, the bangles, cher, pet shop boys, john mellencamp, paula abdul, u2, olivia newton john, etc

steve: bon jovi, survivor, journey, boston, yes, DEVO, dead or alive, eddie money, kansas, foreigner, scorpions, warrant, etc. basically just basic (but good) bands that make him feel like a badass LMAO

robin: idk, just a slightly dorkier version of nancys playlist if that makes sense. i can envision it in my head i just cant execute it

joyce: heart, fleetwood mac, the mamas & the papas, journey, foreigner, boston, tom petty, toto, guns n roses, janis joplin, the rolling stones, jimi hendrix, blue oyster cult, ELO, led zeppelin, grateful dead, pink floyd, jefferson airplane

hopper: bad company, joe cocker, bob seger, eagles, the cars, jefferson starship, bob dylan, journey, styx, johnny cash, bruce springsteen

i could probably add so many more artists but it would probably go off the rails so i just gave u the basic ones

also i was looking at character playlists on spotify and most of them sucked (steve harrington is not listening to mitski) so heres some inspo for actual music they would listen to if you want to make a more accurate playlist

[trivia-polls-daily]

No cheating, please! Answer the trivia question to the best of your ability, then check below the cut! Please do not give away answers in comments or tags!

Answer below:

The very first Video of the Year award was won by The Cars' You Might Think.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MTV_Video_Music_Awards

[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

[steviewashere]

If You Fall, I Will Catch You (I'll Be Waiting)

Rating: General CW: None for this one! Tags: Post-Canon, Fluff, Comfort No Hurt, Domestic Fluff, Established Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson Loves Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Loves Eddie Munson, Love Confessions, Eddie Munson is a Sap, Soft Eddie Munson, Soft Steve Harrington, Cuddling & Snuggling, Dialogue Light

For @steddie-week | July 6th Prompt: Dizzy | WC: 799

Title from "Time After Time" by Cyndi Lauper.

💕—————💕 The forest behind Steve’s house seems so small, insignificant to the fire in Eddie’s chest. All those tree tops, painted green and pointed tall, a wildfire could consume them and that still wouldn’t compare. He didn’t think he could have this: sitting on Steve Harrington’s roof, his boyfriend’s roof, shooting shit over going stale cigarettes. Maybe it was worth it, in the end, to have been accused, to have lived that horror.

Because nothing compares to the setting sun orange-pink glow washing over Steve’s gorgeously summer tanned face. Nothing could ever come close to the lightness in his smile, wide and stretching, taking up half of his face. Or to the way his hands gesture with his story. The trill in his raspy, mid-evening, going tired laughter; that, somehow despite it all, continues to be this big, bright, beautiful thing.

No view makes up for Steve in his element. Charismatic and dorky and soft just because.

Sometimes, loving Steve is effortless. Other times, like tonight, Eddie is bleary with his love. Unable to look away in fear that the world would be a smear of colors and sounds, unnoticeable, unimportant. This love makes his stomach drop and thrash and rise to his throat; yet makes him full and slow and content. Makes him want to swim up into the stratosphere and harness clouds for them to drift upon, fall asleep over, hold each other close in.

He wants to plant flowers in the colors of Steve’s wardrobe. Wants to go back in time to collect all the Farrah Fawcett hairspray canisters he can before it stops being manufactured. Wants to rearrange the stars to look like the moles and freckles of Steve's back.

Knows he’d go back through that Spring hell just to get to this moment all over again.

Eddie would promise forever if forever was a promised thing.

But he'll savor this for however long he has it.

He brings his cigarette back up to his lips, takes a soft, short suckle and blows it out of the corner of his mouth. Just so it doesn’t blow back in Steve’s face. And he watches, gazes really, at the profile of Steve’s body hunched over his knees, talking excitedly at the pink horizon, hand waving as if conjuring the memories in front of him.

Steve’s halfway through a sentence—about a customer at Family Video, Eddie thinks (wishes he knew)—when Eddie sighs something.

“You make me dizzy,” Eddie murmurs aloud.

Turning to him, hands falling away, Steve hums questioningly.

Eddie leans across their space. Hand trembling, fingers curled gently. He sweeps away a soft strand of Steve’s hair, tucks it behind his ear, and follows the slope of his neck with the touch. Leaves his hand carefully resting on the side of Steve’s neck, carefully feels his slow, calm pulse.

“You make me dizzy,” he says again, louder.

“Yeah?” Steve softly implores, “Is that a good thing? You alright?”

His thumb traces the collar of Steve’s shirt. There’s a mole there, so Eddie dots that, too. Steve’s skin is warm, velvety, freshly washed. “It’s the best,” Eddie answers quietly. His voice betrays him, crackling like a campfire. He can’t bring himself to be louder. “Make me so dizzy with love, sweetheart. Think if I wasn’t holding on, I’d fall over.”

Steve’s right hand comes up then. Lands on Eddie’s outstretched wrist. His thumb swipes over the back of Eddie’s hand, digging into the soft give of his skin. “You’ve gone all sappy on me, Eds,” he whispers.

Eddie shrugs. “I love you, y’know that?” He swallows the rise of emotion that wells in him. They haven’t said it yet, but with the soft orange-pink light bright over Steve’s hair, his honey-brown eyes half-lidded and glowing, and his face gooey with something like adoration—well, Eddie believes it’s the best time to say it. He clears his throat softly, dislodging old fears that coat his insides. “I love you so much that I’d go through it all again. As long as I still got you in the end.”

The hand on his scrunches. Doesn’t let go. “I love you, too,” Steve murmurs.

He moves his hand to wrap to the back of Steve’s neck, to dangle between his shoulders, draws him in closer. “C’mere,” he mutters, “wanna watch the sunset with you.”

Steve scoots close, tucked into the warm heat of Eddie’s side, under his arm. Rests his unstyled head of hair on the offered shoulder. Sighs in contentment. Eddie flicks his cigarette over the edge of the roof, brings his empty hand to Steve’s left, and twines their fingers together.

“I’ll catch you if you fall,” Steve murmurs.

“I know,” Eddie says back just as softly, “but I’m holding on tight, so I think I’ll be okay.”

💕—————💕

[glittter-vamp]

Burnin' For You | J.B AU

Warning: 18+ MDNI! 1980s Camp Counselor Joe! Smut. Unprotected sex. Alcohol, drugs. Super shitty and rushed but something different I guess.

Watching the kids in the lake have fun, you were sat in a beach chair with another camp counselor that you had befriended last year when you signed up for this job at Camp Rosewood. It was a very hot summer in July of 1984 and you two were under a beach umbrella, both in bathing suits, cut off shorts and flannel shirts you both probably stole from your dads closet before leaving. You two cooled off with some soda's as you listened to the small portable radio that sat next to you both in the sand. "I can't believe we used to be like them about 10 years ago." Paula snorts. "My parents never let me go to sleep away camps and honestly...I now thank them, these kids are gross." You shake your head sipping in your Pepsi and you two continue to watch the kids while listening to endless Pat Benatar and Cyndi Lauper. 

"You two seriously sitting under here gossiping instead of being in the water? In this heat?" You hear a familiar annoying voice say. It was none other than another camp counselor, Danny. Danny and Paula were a thing so he'd come over with the other nuisance Joe, to bother you both but unlike Paula, you weren't amused by it. Danny and Joe were both in charge of the sports both being football players at their colleges. "What are you boys up to?" Paula asks them. "Sammi and Tracy took some of the kids for a hike, so we thought we could come cool off with you guys! Hope you don't mind." Joe answers with a smirk which made you wanna slap it off his annoyingly handsome face. "Oh, we don't." Paula smiles at them and you remain quiet. "Cool." They both say in unison as they set up chairs next to us.  You sat there annoyed. You just wanted to enjoy this day since it had been raining most of the week and here come these two to annoy you. The guys take their shirts off and you really couldn't help but stare at Joe's physique. He was tall and lean but also pure muscle. Every girl here at the camp wanted Joe which of course boosted his already inflated ego. He wasn't necessarily a jerk to you like Danny at most times was but you just didn't want to be grouped in with all the other girls that wanted Joe. He was also a gigantic flirt and rumors travel pretty damn quick around here since there was only about 20 of us counselors here with limited gossip magazines and TV. 

You divert your gaze off the tall blonde and focused on the kids which you were suppose to be doing anyways. "Would you mind holding onto my necklace? I have this thing about losing it in large bodies of water, it's sentimental." Joe asks you and you sort of freeze up but before you could reply Joe speaks up. "Actually...Here, put it on so that way it's extra safe." Joe says walking behind you and putting the silver chain around your neck. You were a bit stunned with your breath hitched in you throat feeling his finger lightly graze your neck and under your ponytail. "Thanks." Joee winks at you before him and Danny run to the water like two kids themselves. "What...the fuck was that!?" Paula squeals and you look down to the necklace round your neck. "I don't know...I've barely even talk to him since we got here last month?" You say confused by that very out of pocket action from him. "There's the bonfire tonight after the kids go to bed...you should take him back to the cabin!" Paula suggests and you roll your eyes. "What world do you live in? He obviously did this just to fuck with me and make me look stupid." You scoff grabbing another soda from the small cooler you guys brought. "He was definitely flirting with you." She rolls her eyes. "As he does with anything that has a pulse, I bet he'd flirt with a stick if it would respond back." You shake your head. "Why is it so bad if he did flirt with you? At least he's not being jerk. You should flirt black, I mean...fucking look at him. If I wasn't already messing around with Danny, he'd be on my list." Paula smirks looking at the guys jumping off the dock. "You have a list?" You chuckle looking at her. "Yeah, if Danny was out of the picture it's go, Joe, Steven, Ryan and Robbie." She shrugs. "Robbie!? I grew up with Robbie, in the 8th grade he didn't bathe for a month to protest to his parents about getting the video game Pong for his birthday." You gag. "Eh, there's something about him...I think he'd be a good lover." She smirks and you cringe. 

Paula maybe wasn't wrong about Joe though...he was hot and you couldn't deny it, especially when when he had one of his famous outfits on the consisted of the tightest shortest shorts , Ray-Bans and old cropped muscle t-shirt from his college showing off his muscles. Which also left very little to the imagination and that were paired with his already perfect honey locks as long as Matt Dillon's hair, Rob Lowe's blue eyes and luscious lips. It really was no wonder that all the girls drooled over him and all the boys wanted to be him. Plus he drove a badass Trans Am that you were positive had been mostly used for sex than for driving with the stories you heard about him. 

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Evening comes and you four make your way to the cafeteria to grab some dinner. As you made your way to get some fruit, none other than the campsite bitch rolls up to you. "Leave some for the rest of us will ya?" Molly says and you roll your eyes at her. "Aren't you a little too old to try to be a high school mean girl?" You scoff, a group of kids snickering behind you. Molly opens her mouth to reply but freezes when she spots what's around your neck. "What the hell is that? Where'd you get this!? Are you fucking Joey? You slut..." She asks tugging on the necklace. "Get your nasty hands off me!" You slap her hands away. "Hey! Back off will you?" Joe says to Molly coming out of no where behind you. "I was just asking her a question Joey..." Molly says putting on this fake voice and smile at him which made you roll your eyes. Setting the tray you had in your hands down, you quickly took off the necklace. "Take your stupid necklace, I'm not here to be apart of some sick game between the two of you." You say pissed off and handing the necklace to Joe before storming off. You hear him call after you but you then start running to your cabin. 

Of course Joe did that to get a rise out of Molly, what could you expect from a guy like him. What a complete dick, you thought to yourself. You calm down laying on the shitty bed the camp provided when you hear a knock. "Go away!" You yell. "It's me, I brought you your food." Paula says and you sigh sitting up. "Thanks...sorry I thought you were Joe." You say a bit embarrassed. "It's alright, I got you an extra pudding pop. Stole it from Joe's tray actually when he wasn't looking." Paula says making you chuckle. "Thanks." You smile at her. "He told Molly off by the way... in front of everyone. I wish you could of seen her face...apparently she's obsessed with him and he's pretty weirded out by it." Paula says. "Don't know how much of that I would believe, she's the hottest counselor here next to you." You sigh. "Uh, no... you're the hottest counselor here next to Joe." Paula says and you roll your eyes. "Do I need to take you to the nurse for heat stroke?" You ask making her laugh. "Eat your dinner so you can go shower and then we can get ready for the bonfire later tonight. The guys told me they snuck off last night and got a keg thanks to Joe's older brother. They bribed the cafeteria lady and it's been sitting in the big freezer all day." Paula winks leaving you.

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It was now well after 11PM which meant all the kids were asleep and the Bonfire in the woods was on. You debated on going after what happened but you wanted to have some sort of fun this summer that didn't include doing arts and crafts with a bunch of 11 year old's all day. You and Paula were dressed in dolphin shorts, tube socks, old converse and in your college hoodies with enough aqua net in our hair to stop a bullet. "Wait, lip balm!" Paula says before you two leave. You dig into your teal and pink caboodle and find your watermelon tin lip balm applying some before stuffing it into your pocket. "Okay, let's go get fucking drunk." Paula says. You two walk arm in arm to the bonfire hearing Billy Idol already blaring on one of radio's already. Walking up to the bonfire there was surely other people here that didn't work at this sleepaway camp seeing there was like 50+ people here instead of the 20 that worked with you but you didn't really care and just wanted to drink. "You ladies finally made it." Danny says comin gup to you two with two plastic cups with beer. "What cheap beer did you guys get?" You raise an eyebrow smelling the beer. "Oh you know, good old Schaefer." Danny winks at you both before you and Paula clink cups and drink the bitter cold liquid. 

Someone calls Danny over and he tells us he'd be back so you two find a place to sit. "Looks like word got out about this." Paula says. "We live in the mid-west I bet cops would come to these so they can do something fun for once." You chuckle. Finding a bench you two sit there and talk about the plans for your upcoming fall semester at college and then you notice Joe. He was in his usual tight denim shorts that molded his perfect ass and bulge, along with a tight red and white tank top tucked into them. "I swear his pants get tighter everyday." Paula mutters and you quickly divert your gaze elsewhere. "So...I'm assuming you and Danny will run off somewhere for the night." You ask. "Doubtful, I got my period this morning." She rolls her eyes. "Well that's a good sign since you guys have been at it like rabbits since the third day we got here." You snort. "Hey, I'm on birth control and it's the fucking 80s...I'm allowed." She defends herself making you laugh.

After little while of just bullshitting with Paula she goes off somewhere with Danny to probably make out like the horn dogs they are, which left you alone. You decide to talk to some of the other counselors and get another beer before going back to where you were seated to people watch and enjoy some music. "Is this seat taken?" You hear someone say and you almost say no before you realize that it was Joe. "Okay... can we at least talk?" Joe asks and you give him a dirty look and he sighs rolling his eyes. "You guys good over here?" You hear Danny say coming back with Paula with his arm draped around her. "I don't know... are we?" Joe asks you and you stand up. "You have two minutes." You say walking away to a more secluded spot, Joe walking behind you. "Can I ask why you're mad at me?" Joe asks and you turn on your heel. "You knew Molly was going to do act that way didn't you?" You ask Joe who stays silent. "Didn't you!?" You repeat yourself. "Okay! Maybe I did... but I just wanted her to leave me alone she's been border line stalking me no matter how I let her down." Joe say and you sigh. "You're a dick for that!" You scoff shaking your head. "I am.. I know I am! I'm sorry but... I did really liked how my necklace looked on you." Joey says his tone changing with that last park about the necklace, which made you feel weird inside. 

"Why do you do that?" You ask him sipping on your beer. "Do what?" He raises an eyebrow. "You flirt with every girl over the age of 20." You state. "Uh, negative! I flirt with you...and maybe with one or two more but definitely mostly you." Joe smirks getting closer to you. "Whatever, I'm getting another beer." You say trying to not let him get to you like he gets to other girls. "I'll get it...wait here." Joe says taking your cup from you and you roll your eyes letting him get you another drink. By now people were becoming pretty inebriated and the smell of weed and cigarettes filled the air along with the burning wood. The air had become more chilly as well and the music was still blaring, now with Sweet Dreams By Eurythmics which had more people dancing and getting close to each other than before. Joe comes back with a refill of the beer along with one for him. "I see your lover found herself a victim." You snort looking at Molly basically swallow some guys tongue against a Volkswagen beetle. "Poor guy." Joe shudders looking away. "Wanna take a walk?" Joe asks. "In the middle of the woods at midnight...have you seen horror movies?" You look at him crazy. "What? Scared Jason is going get you?" Joe smirks walking away from backwards and you roll your eyes following him. You two make it to the parking lot of the camp and head over to his car. Joe chugging his beer and chucking his cup to the ground. 

Getting in his car he turns the radio on and Burnin' For You by Blue Oyster Cult starts to play. "Didn't peg you as a Blue Oyster Cult fan." You look over at him, the car light illuminating his perfect face. "No? What do I look like I listen too?" He asks looking at you. "Styx." You nod. "Styx!? You know what...get out of my car." Joe jokes making you laugh. "You know, you have a really cute laugh." Joe smiles at you. "Oh shut up." You blush which makes him chuckle. " Oh, here we go." Joe says nodding turning up the song. "I'm living for givin' the devil his due and I'm burnin', I'm burnin', I'm burnin' for you I'm burnin', I'm burnin', I'm burnin' for youuu..." Joe sings which makes you smile and chuckle. "You sound exactly like Eric Bloom." You tease. " I like to think so too." Joe says making you laugh. You turns the song back down and you finish your beer. "I like a girl who can drink." He nods chuckling. "I like a guy who can sing Styx." You bite your lip. "Man, I guess you're out of luck tonight." He shakes his head. You two stare at each other for a moment before Joe leans in for a kiss. You didn't know if it was the beers you had just drank or all those sexual feelings you suppressed about Joe finally coming out but you kissed him back hungrily. Your tongues dancing inside each others mouths, tasting the beer you two had drank. 

"Is that Watermelon lip-balm?" Joe smirks as you two pull apart and you smirk. "Maybe..." You say out of breath. "Just how I imagined." He licks his lips. "Are you saying you fantasize about me?" You gaze at him. "Every night since we've gotten here. That red swimsuit you wear and these shorts you put on drives me insane. Worse than that poster of Farrah Fawcett hanging in the guys cabin." Joe says lowly as he slowly runs his fingers along your bare thigh. You could feel yourself becoming quickly aroused. "Is that so?" You smirk. "It is so...and I think these shorts... as much I love how they look on you have to go." Joe hums. You slip off your shorts with the help of Joe leaving you in your white lace underwear that you had underneath. You take your hoodie off leaving you in your bra and you can feel Joe's hungry gaze on you. "C'mere." Joe says sitting back in the drivers seat, seeing how hard he already was for you in the tight shorts that looked like they were about to burst with the size of his thighs and growing bulge. Moving from your seat over to his, you straddle his thick thighs and latch your lips again onto his. Joe groans into your mouth as you grind onto him. "You need to take this off." You breathe out as your hands try to work the buttons and zipper on his shorts. You and Joe laugh as you two both struggle with his tight shorts. "Maybe I should size up." He sighs when he finally gets his shorts off. "They're worth the struggle." You bite your lip as you palm him making him whimper. Your lips find each other again and you feel his hands wonder up your bra and Joe unlatches it. You take off your bra and throw it to the side. Joe's mouth immediately latched onto one of your breasts making you moan as your fingers pull at his feathery hair. 

Not being able to take it anymore you feel Joe move your panty to the side and release himself from his own underwear. "Ready?" He asks huskily and you nod kissing him. He aligns himself at your core and you sink onto him, both of you moaning into each others mouths. He was a lot bigger than you had expected. "Tell me if I'm hurting you." Joe says kissing your jaw as he pushes a strand of hair out your face. After a moment you then start to move. "Shit...you feel better than what I imagined Y/N." Joe hisses as his hands grab your ass cheeks and help you bounce on him. "Oh god... Joe." You moan. You feel his mouth all over your neck and chest as you keep moving your hips. You two finish rather quickly but you didn't care, you needed to release all that pent up sexual frustration. Leaning your sweaty forehead onto his you look him in his gorgeous eyes and you both smile breathlessly before giving each other a sweet tender kiss. Moving back onto the passenger seat you slip on your hoodie and and shorts. "Do you want to go back to the kegger or to your cabin?" Joe asks getting dressed as well. "I could go for another beer...plus you me a Styx song." You smile stuffing your underwear into the pockets of your hoodie. "A beer and a Styx song it is..." Joe smiles giving you one last kiss.  You two leave his car and walk back hand in hand to the bunch of drunks you left, knowing the rest of the summer of 1984 sleepaway camp was going to be quite interesting between the two.