#stevie introduction

[franksinatraswife]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑑𝑢𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 ღ

.・。.・゜✭・𝑁𝑎𝑚𝑒: 𝑌𝑎𝑧𝑚𝑒𝑒𝑛 (𝑦𝑎ℎ-𝑧𝑧-𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛) (𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑚𝑦 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒) 𝑜𝑟 𝐽𝑎𝑛𝑒/𝐸𝑣𝑒ᦗ

∘ ˙ ˚ ˙ ∘ ♫ 𝄞 ིྀ 𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟+𝑁𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦+𝑅𝑎𝑐𝑒: 𝐺𝑖𝑟𝑙𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑥, 𝑀𝑖𝑥𝑒𝑑-𝐴𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑛, 𝑀𝑢𝑡𝑡, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑒'𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑃𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑜 𝑅𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐶𝑟𝑒𝑜𝑙𝑒.

.・゜゜・𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑠+𝑆𝑒𝑥𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦: 𝑆ℎ𝑒/𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦/𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚/ℎ𝑒𝑟᭕𝑜𝑚𝑛𝑖 (𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙𝑠)

˙ 〰︎ ˚˓ও↜࿐ 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦: 𝐼𝑁𝑇𝐽დ

♥*♡∞:｡.｡𝐻𝑜𝑏𝑏𝑖𝑒𝑠: 𝐶��𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑓𝑓, 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑢𝑝, 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑢𝑝, 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡, 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠+𝐹𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑦.♡

☆.｡.:*𝐼𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠: 𝐹𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑆𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑟𝑎, 𝑆𝑡𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑒 𝑊𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝐻𝑎𝑚𝑧𝑎ℎ, 4𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑤, 𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑠ℎ𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑜𝑏𝑧, 1800𝑠-𝐸𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑦 1970𝑠, 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑐, 𝑓𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑜𝑚𝑦, 𝑚𝑎𝑡ℎ, 𝑠𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒, ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦, 𝑎𝑟𝑡, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠.

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡° 𝐵𝑖𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑑𝑎𝑦 & 𝐴𝑔𝑒: 𝑀𝑎𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑡ℎ, 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑛𝑜𝑤!

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝑅𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑔𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑠: 𝐶𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑐, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑝𝑟𝑜-𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒. 𝐼 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑔𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠ෆ. 𝐶𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦:𝐿𝑒𝑓𝑡𝑖𝑠𝑡.

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚.˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ:𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜: 𝐹𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑆𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑟𝑎, 𝑆𝑡𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑒 𝑊𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝐶ℎ𝑒𝑡 𝐵𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑟, 𝑘𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑘𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑛, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑦𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑜𝑠, 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑛, 𝐶𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑜, 𝑆𝑡𝑒𝑣𝑒 𝐿𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑦, 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑊𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑠, 𝐹𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑒 𝑙𝑦𝑚𝑜𝑛, 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑜𝑜𝑑, 𝐵𝑜𝑏𝑏𝑦 𝐷𝑎𝑟𝑤𝑖𝑛, 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑒𝑓 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑓, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑝𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠, 𝐹𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑒 𝑎𝑣𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑗𝑎𝑦𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠, 𝑆𝑚𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑦 𝑅𝑜𝑏𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑜𝑛, 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑛 𝐺𝑒𝑡𝑧, 𝑗𝑜𝑎𝑜 𝐺𝑖𝑙𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑜, 𝐸𝑦𝑑𝑖𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑒,𝑙𝑜𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ.

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. 𝐹𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦: 𝐼'𝑚 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝐼 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑟𝑦- 𝐹𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑆𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑟𝑎.

ᦗ˙꒦࿉˙˚•ᜊ◎˚ 𝐷𝑛𝑖: 𝐴𝑛𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑝3𝑑0𝑝ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑎, 𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒, 𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑠𝑚, ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑜𝑝ℎ𝑜𝑏𝑖𝑎, 𝐵𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑙𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑠, 4𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑓𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑔𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑜𝑚.

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*𝑀𝑦 𝑔𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ𝑠: @monachopsis-420 @angelicalpurity ღ

𝑆𝑜𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑠: 𝑇𝑖𝑘𝑡𝑜𝑘: 𝐹𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑠𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝐼𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑚: 𝐹𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑆𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑠𝑤𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝐷𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑑: 𝐹𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑠𝑤𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑇𝑤𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟: 𝑙_𝑚1𝑛𝑎_𝑗𝑎𝑛3

𝐹𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝐼 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑑 @hamzahsreallegalwife

𝐹𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑎𝑠𝑘��ᩚ

[naima-lugosis-dead]

Hiii! My name is Naima :3 I love music and this is kinda like my digital scrap book!!

Check out my website to learn more ab me :3

☆DNI: Zionists ☆ people who hate on any of my interests ☆ nazis ☆ transphobes ☆ homophobes ☆ PRO ANA/ED BLOGS ☆ Rad Feminists ☆ S/H Blogs ☆ Kink Blogs of any kind ☆ gore blogs ☆ nazi punks ☆

[hauntingmothgirl]

About me <3

Im a 20+ year old girl with a love for vintage, history, and all things spooky.

I am a pirate enthusiast, cryptid lover, divorced dad music listener, horror buff.

My interests are: ┃dnd┃vampires┃gaming┃cryptids┃creepypastas┃anime┃horror games┃2000s horror movies┃paintings that make me cry┃halloween┃bones┃dark photography┃Religious imagery in art┃y2k┃anything vintage┃my kitties┃moths┃halloween┃the undead┃Jesus┃cosplaying┃moths┃weeping angels┃true crime┃bone┃saws┃possums┃rats┃bats┃occult┃fantasy┃ghosts┃sirens┃wendigoon┃basically any monster┃clown figurines┃victorian dolls┃the medieval┃crows/ravens┃goth clubs┃mythology┃atlantis┃mermaids┃dragons┃vikings┃old hollywood┃diaries┃silent hill weather┃any church or gas station on a foggy night┃comics┃the creepy┃the paranormal┃1800s┃

Tastes:

┃goth┃emo┃scene┃y2k┃post punk┃gothic rock┃screamo┃new wave┃darkwave┃classic rock┃punk rock┃pop punk┃midwest emo┃yallternative┃2000s rnb┃rap┃essentially anything┃50s-60s music┃

Fav characters:

┃misa amane┃draculaura┃sibby┃love quinn┃harley quinn┃Alice cullen┃starfire┃catwoman┃dracula┃chica┃bridgette bardot┃barbie┃wendigoon┃hawkhatesyou┃tinkerbell┃bela dimitrescu┃loeylane┃cjades┃

Games:

┃skyrim┃resident evil┃silent hill┃outlast┃fallout┃alice madness returns┃bg3┃fnaf┃mw2┃

books:

┃haunting adeline┃pride and prejudice┃the seven husbands of evelyn hugo┃my life at rose red┃blue is for nightmares┃im thinking of ending things┃the haunting of hill house┃the hunger games┃

Artists:

┃kesha┃halsey┃avril lavigne┃evanescence ┃paramore┃melanie martinez┃flyleaf┃billie eilish┃lana del rey┃ethel cain┃stevie nicks┃ptv┃sws┃creed┃

Media:

┃deathnote┃berserk┃soul eater┃the phantom of the opera┃nosferatu┃jersey shore┃the conjuring┃the roommate┃disturbia┃rose red┃midsommar┃13 ghosts┃house of wax┃the messengers┃twilight ┃jeepers creepers┃H20 years later┃labyrinth ┃ghost ship┃haunting of hill house┃YOU┃gothika┃thebatman┃scream┃RED┃coraline┃monster high┃ncis┃criminal minds┃alice in wonderland┃sanrio┃nana┃supernatural┃gilmore girls┃bridgerton┃ahs┃mlp┃the crow┃k-12┃priscilla┃

hehe did this for fun :)

very long but pls interact im very friendly 

[cheri1uv]

INTRO

✧.*

Hello,

>I go by Cheri (like the modern talking song) and I have a love for baking, nail art, makeup, art in general, and things I think look nice. This blog will be exactly that! Me sharing a curated collection of good recipes, some nail stuff, and cool things I find. If this seems like your type of thing…stick around.

Aries // 19 // she/her

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

>This blog will probably also include the occasional post about a movie or tv show Im rewatching.

>Depending on the season, my clothing and overall aesthetic can change so I WILL be posting pics of my outfits :)

cus I’m so cool

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

>Some of my specific interests are: meringues, eye makeup, stiletto nails, Utopia (the channel 4 show), Community, Arcane, Softcult, System of a Down, Skins, the animated Barbie movies, Emily Osment, Luvcat, the Twilight saga, Gossip girl, Pretty Little Liars, and some other stuff I can’t remember rn.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

>to conclude, don’t bully me pls and thank you.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

“Where is Jessica Hyde?”

✧.*

[daisyjayblogs]

Daisy’s blog 🌼

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𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖, 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐖

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ hey guys, my names Daisy Jay and I’m 14 years old. I’m from the uk (unfortunately) and I’m quite new to tumblr! I’ll post…whatever I want on here which could be writing, fan fiction, head cannons or just ramble on about stupid shit. Thanks for stumble onto my page! ☮︎

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⋆˚✿˖° enfp, November born!, writer and musician in my head…, always listening to music or playing my acoustic guitar, big Daisy jones and the six lover, cd collecter, 70s it girl wannabe, obsessed with gift giving for some strange reason, Ethel cains child, editor at heart, delusional enough to believe that I’m made to live in Graceland!…that pretty much sums me up as a person.

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♬⋆.˚ some of my interests: Daisy jones and the six, almost famous, the hunger games, the office, cds and vinyls, journaling, Fleetwood Mac, Gracie abrams, the Beatles, led zeppelin, Elvis Presley, Stevie nicks, beabadoobee, instruments, fur coats, fashion…I fucking love fashion! Singing, dream catchers, flyleaf, Ethel cain, rock n roll…obviously, the 70s and the swinging 60s, Taylor Swift, rockstars, superstore, Friday night dinner, editing, CHRISTMAS!!!!, Lana Del Rey, the Rolling Stones, gut wrenching songs, tribute concerts, fear street, makeup,Phoebe bridgers, Sam claflin, cream, abba, queen, patti smith, reading, stuff animals, avascreams, Britney broski, Daisy jones, Riley keough, the whole Presley family…

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⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ other platforms:

TikTok: daisynickss

Airbuds: djatslvr

Pinterest: daisyjayrocks

discord: daisyjnesss

Wattpad: daisyjayreads

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@anniiecrsta

[3leafcl0ver]

Introduction⋆｡𖦹 °✩

about me𖦹°‧:

𔓘 My name is Luna

𔓘I really fw the public library

𔓘I play bass & guitar

I like₊˚ෆ:

music, films, photography, classic lit, physical media, fashion, 60s & 70s fashion and rock, art, deers, seals, nature, spring

music𝄞:

stevie nicks/fleetwood mac, Jeff Buckley, Joni Mitchell, Cream, Genesis, Supertramp, Dire Straits, Bauhaus,The Beatles, Death, Cannibal Corpse, Obituary, Elliott Smith, Miles Davis, Cocteau Twins, Led Zeppelin, The Cure, Pink Floyd , Nick Drake, Hole, The Velvet Underground (a lot more lolol)

Top 4 movies˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚:

Love actually, Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, The Rocky horror picture show, Saw

lb: Muffin_fan

[c-a-r-0-l-i-n-e]

walked to the reservoir yesterday. still frozen, though it was 70°

[stevieschrodinger]

Baker Steve/Rock Star Eddie wrong number AU

Part One

Part Two

PART THREE

"It's like a TV show, but on YouTube."

"Right," Steve answers, half listening to Dustin's explanation, "so it, like what, has an air time, or whatever?"

"Yeah, like a series."

"And it's just, what, famous people playing dipshits and dickheads?"

"Steeeeeeeeeeeevvvvveeeeeeeeeeee why are you like this?"

"Dunno," Steve shrugs, trying to read a recipe online. Unfortunately that's resulted in his having to scroll past someones entire fucking life story and he's ready to give up and try and work out the dumb Oreo cake recipe himself, "just lucky, I guess."

Dustin drops his head on the kitchen counter like Steve is the greatest difficulty he's ever going to face.

"So why do you need to be here to watch this?"

"Because we all want to watch it together, the guests are Corroded Coffin, they all like, play, the whole band, it's so cool-"

"Corroded Coffin? Playing your nerd game?" Steve's interest leaks through before he can stop it, "I mean, like, I think I've heard of them?" The last thing he needs is the kids finding out he's been kind of friends kind of flirting kind of maybe wants to date the actual Eddie Munson.

Dustin looks at him skeptically, "yeah...so you-"

"You can all watch it here, it's fine...I'll make cookies."

Dustin's completely distracted by his own success, instantly whipping out his phone to inform the other kids. Steve's pretty sure their group chat is called 'No Steve's allowed' but he hasn't actually found out for sure yet.

Steve does bake cookies. All the kids are gathered around his smart TV, absolutely demolishing them while they wait for this thing to start. It's like, an actual channel, with intros and graphics and stuff, a logo that reads 'Final Roll.'

And there's Eddie and the band, sitting around a table with two dudes who must run the channel. They all have the bits of paper and dice and little figures that Steve's used to seeing when the kids commandeer his dining room table.

There's preemptive ramble, and Steve leans forward a little every time Eddie's in shot. He's relieved all the kids are all sitting in front of him and all glued to the TV, so he can ogle in peace. They do introductions, and then everyone introduces their characters.

"May I introduce Sir Steven, the half elf paladin," behind Eddie Gareth rolls his eyes so hard his whole fucking body moves. Steve can see him and Geoff mouthing something to each other. Steve can only assume it's because Eddie has named his character, presumably, after him, "he has a sworn oath to always protect those weaker than himself."

Steve's heart fucking melts.

Steve's phone is buzzing. He's prepared. He knows Eddie's back in the country, they've been talking for months. Steve's kind of done waiting, and he's ready to press his advantage. He's had this set up for a little while, just waiting for the right moment. He presses play, and then answers the phone.

"Hey Stevie how-...are you listening to Corroded Coffin?"

"Yeah, yeah," Steve turns it down, bomb dropped, trap sprung, advantage played, "the kids absolutely love them, they're trying to get me into them even though they're not exactly my thing."

"Right, ah, right, what do you, uhm, think?"

"Yeah. Still not my thing-"

"Oh."

"But I really like it when the lead guy sings."

"...yeah?"

"Yeah, not the like, shouty growly singing, I can't understand a fucking thing he's saying-" Eddie chuckles, "but like, the parts where he properly sings. I think he has a beautiful voice."

"I ah, well, I mean, I bet the, uhm, shouty bits are hard work, you know. I expect that takes a lot of, you know, practice. Hell on the throat. I imagine, I would guess anyway, I don't actually, like know-"

"No no, yeah, well, maybe he should just sing more then, save those vocal chords, or whatever. I'd like that a lot."

"Yeah?" Steve can practically hear Eddie blushing down the phone. Eddie's so cute when he goes shy.

"Yeah." There's a long beat of silence before Steve goes in for the kill, "the kids are trying to get me to go see them. They're in the states now, apparently. Will be playing a gig in Indie."

"Yeah they are- I mean, I assume they are, most bands, uhm, yeah-" And Steve is hardly holding it together, Eddie is such a bad liar, and he's trying so hard not to lie at all. Steve doesn't know how he;s keeping his tone normal and not letting the whole ass cat out of the bag.

"And the kids are absolutely itching to go, you know? But tickets man, they're all doing every chore they can find to get some extra cash, but tickets are pricey, and for eight of us? Because I'll need someone else to help me chaperone and, you know..."

"I. I might...know a guy. Maybe. Like, because of the band I might...know someone who can get you tickets."

"Seriously? Eddie that would be incredible, the kids will absolutely loose their shit."

"Yeah, ah, is your work email cool?"

"Yeah, yeah, of course of course, man, the kids are going to love you for like, forever."

And maybe I will too, Steve just about manages to keep the words inside.

@steves-yellow-cardigin @melodymeddler @pitrsattabhaadmeinjao

@superduckmilkshake @she-collects-smut @paintsplatteredandimperfect @resident-gay-bitch

[libraryofgage]

Decided to combine 4 and 12 of the prompt list! Something about these two prompts was giving me major Addams Family vibes, so I rolled with it lol

If there are any other prompts you want to see written, lemme know!

4. “You know I’d do anything to have you stay by my side, right? Anything.”  

12. “I’m going to have so much fun with you.”

Wherein the Munsons are branches on the Addams Family tree, and Steve finds himself the object of Eddie Munson's flirtations and devotion.

---

When the Munsons move in next door, Steve sits his brother down in the living room and says, "Don't bother them, Dustin. Wait, like, three days before asking for their life stories."

Dustin looks offended, to say the least. "I wasn't gonna ask for their life stories, Steve. I was gonna ask where they got all the bats and birds that hang out on their roof."

Honestly, Steve would love the answer to that, too, but that seems to be encroaching on the "life story" territory, considering the sheer number of flying creatures the Munsons brought with them. He'd been outside getting the mail when the Munson kids, a boy his own age and a girl Dustin's age, had opened a tiny cat carrier, and a veritable storm of black wings and feathers and screeching had somehow come streaming out of it.

The girl was watching them with a smile, and the boy turned around like he'd felt Steve staring. Their gazes met, and Steve's awkward wave was returned with the boy's eyes raking over him before winking with a grin.

"Look, ju-"

Steve's words are cut off by a banging on the door, the person knocking out a beat that he can't follow. He shoots Dustin a look to stay put before he opens the door to find the Munson boy on the other side. He's got that same playful grin and a plate of pitch-black...something in his hands.

"Uh, hi?"

Somehow, the boy's grin gets wider, and he shoves the plate into Steve's hands. "Heeeellooo, big boy," he says, his voice almost lowering into a purr that makes heat flood Steve's cheeks. "Wayne wanted me to drop off some of his famous arsenic and chocolate chip cookies. You know, since we're neighbors and all."

"Wayne? Arsenic?" Steve mumbles, looking down at the cookies warily.

"Our uncle," the boy says, leaning on the doorway and crossing his arms as he looks Steve up and down again. "Don't worry, it won't kill you. Yet. That's a friend of the family privilege, at least, and you just ain't there yet."

It must be a joke, and Steve lets out a strained laugh. He balances the plate in one hand and holds his other one out. "Right, well, uh, nice to meet you. I'm Steve. You'll probably meet my brother, Dustin, later."

The boy takes his hand, but instead of shaking it, he brings it up to his lips. Then he turns Steve's hand over, brushing his lips across the meat of his palm before nipping. Steve jerks, yanking his hand back and holding it close to his chest, his heart beating erratically as the boy says, "I'm Eddie, my sister's name is El, and I'm going to have so much fun with you, Stevie."

And with that, Eddie turns on his heel and saunters back to the Munson home, which had been painted pitch-black (just like the cookies) at some point. Steve doesn't move from the open door, feeling a faint tingling in his palm, until he hears Dustin shout that he's going to let all the cold air out.

The arsenic and chocolate chip cookies had not, in fact, killed either of them. And, despite their burnt-to-coal appearance, they were soft and chewy. It had immediately put the Munsons in Dustin's good graces, which he happily proclaimed while Steve's head and heart were still reeling from Eddie's introduction.

In the following weeks, Eddie kept popping up whenever Steve left the house. He never overstepped, though. He'd appear at a distance, wait for Steve to wave or say hi, and then approach with that big grin with canine teeth that looked a little sharper than they should. Sometimes he'd offer more baked goods from Wayne (always with some schtick to them: eye of newt brownies, hag's breath toffee, cyanide and cherry pie). On one notable occasion, he'd offered a baseball bat with nails stuck through the end.

"El let out a demodog the other day, so you probably ought to be careful. I'd hate for you to get hurt by something that wasn't me," Eddie had said as Steve confusedly took the bat.

He blinked when he had processed the words and looked up. "You would hurt me?" Steve asked.

Eddie had leaned close, his ringed fingers ghosting over Steve's side and inching closer to his waist, and whispered, "It wouldn't just hurt, Stevie." His words had sent a shiver down Steve's spine, his mouth suddenly dry as Eddie pulled away.

And their interactions had escalated from there. With every meeting, Eddie strayed closer, lingered longer, spoke softer, and Steve couldn't escape the growing devotion and fascination in his eyes. At some point, Steve knew, things were bound to boil over.

So, he definitely wasn't surprised when they did at the neighborhood's annual Fourth of July cookout. Eddie had waited until El and Dustin were distracted by their other friends, checked to make sure Wayne was sufficiently busy with helping at the grill, and then kidnapped Steve to a hidden corner of the Byers's yard.

Which brings Steve to the present, the Byers's house casting a long shadow over him and Eddie so nobody notices them. The sound of other kids screeching with delight and parents discussing summer camps fades when Eddie leans in closer.

"You know I'd do anything to have you stay by my side, right? Anything?" Eddie asks, tilting Steve's chin up as he crowds him against the wall.

Steve presses back against the cool brick, silently holding Eddie's gaze. There's a stark seriousness to his words, and Steve can't help his curiosity about just what anything encompasses. "Would you kill for me?" he asks, his voice soft.

Eddie practically lights up, a feral grin pulling at his lips. "Gladly, sweetheart," he purrs.

"Would you die for me?"

"I'd tear out my heart and present it on a fucking silver platter for you. In fact, I can do it right now, if you'd like." A knife appears in his hand from seemingly nowhere, and Eddie brings it to his own chest only for Steve to stop him by grabbing his wrist.

"Then, what about living for me?" Steve asks, carefully taking the knife from Eddie and smoothly returning it to the holder tucked into his jeans.

Eddie leans in until their noses brush, his hand cupping Steve's jaw. "I wouldn't even dream of dying without your permission, Stevie," he whispers.

And Steve would fucking love to meet the person who could withstand Eddie Munson's attention and flirting and gifts and care and sheer devotion without falling head-over-heels for him. Steve would want to put that person in a jar, study them, see if their indifference is something he could mass produce. He's sure Eddie would be thrilled to help him do it, too.

"I have one request," Steve whispers back, reaching up and pushing his hand into Eddie's hair, warmth rushing through him when Eddie leans into the touch.

"Anything. Say the word, and I wouldn't hesitate to crawl through hot coals and broken glass." Steve has zero doubts Eddie would; in fact, he knows Eddie would be ecstatic to do it, if only for the chance to make Steve smile.

"I want one of the bats. And Dustin wants a demodog, but you better make sure it doesn't hurt him, or I'll make you listen to bubblegum pop and watch a Disney marathon."

Steve can feel the shudder that goes through Eddie, his eyes revealing a mix of horror, pride, and love at Steve's words. "You, Stevie, have perfected the art of making threats. Consider your two requests granted and me sufficiently...threatened," Eddie breathes, somehow managing to press even closer.

And Steve can't make either of them wait a second longer. With a grin that can easily rival Eddie's, Steve kisses him and begins to think of names for his bat.

[eddywoww]

Listen

Steve as a frat boy who would obviously clearly very much never look at another boy and he has a crush on this girl who’s bi and Robin is like yeah I don’t think you’re her type at all but Steve is Steve and he keeps trying to charm her and it isn’t working, so he’s like hey Robin can I please come to your queer alliance meeting bc she’s gonna be there and I want to show her I’m an ally

And Robin is like I Don’t Think That’s What Being An Ally Is, Steve. With the blandest look on her face but she lets him come with her anyway because she thinks it could be entertaining and god knows watching Steve strike out is FUNNY

so Steve goes to a little introduction night for new members with her and he meets the “board” and their president is this like, guy. This guy who is unfortunately pretty in a way that Steve isn’t used to. And he wears all these rings and eyeliner and he’s so loud and boisterous and funny and Steve can see the girl HE likes watching THIS fucking guy and he just deflates because like yeah, of course. Of course Steve isn’t interesting enough here at college. He’s just like every other frat guy in existence and he doesn’t even know how to step out of his carefully constructed comfort zone

Cut to Steve holding a grudge against Eddie but still coming to events. Standing around with his arms crossed, all grumpy and pissed off because the girl he likes won’t even look at him and of course she’s always watching Eddie because everyone is always watching Eddie

And then one day Eddie confronts him but it’s not actually a confrontation. He just walks up to him at a party and goes “You know I’m gay, right? Like gay-gay. Like very into men, not into *insert girls name here*” and Steve is stunned and doesn’t know what to say. So he doesn’t say anything. No. He panics and runs out of the party and avoids Eddie for an entire week.

A week of over thinking. Because Eddie is gay. Which shouldn’t be shocking but Steve hadn’t been paying attention at their intros, he’d been too distracted by the stupid eyeliner. Which should have been an indication in the first place, really. He starts thinking about Eddie and then he can’t stop thinking about Eddie.

Until Robin invites Steve out to a nightclub and she’s being shady about it but Steve doesn’t even ask because he’s too stressed about his own thoughts to even realize but then he gets to her dorm and several people are there and one of those people is Eddie and he’s getting ready, laughing with all these girls and- and he offers to put eyeliner on Steve. Gets him up on the tiny bathroom counter with the door closed, the girls listening to music and shouting just beyond. And Eddie makes him stay very still, pencils the eyeliners on with gentle hands. Smiling at Steve, close enough to smell his cologne.

“Didn’t think you’d go for this,” Eddie says, quirking the funniest smile at Steve. It feels like a challenge, so-

“I’m very adventurous,” Steve says without thinking. Eyes blinking open a moment later to Eddie smirking at him. “That’s not- I didn’t mean-“

“Oh no, go on. How adventurous are you, Stevie?” Eddie asks, recapping his pencil. “Adventurous enough to stop being weird around me?”

“I’m not weird around you,” Is what Steve chooses to say. With all the air of a cornered animal, panicking for zero reason. Eddie raises an eyebrow and Steve deflates. “I’m not. You just- you intimidate me. That’s all.”

Eddie looks surprised, shocked maybe.

“And why’s that?” He asks. And it sucks because then Steve starts spilling his guts out to Eddie, right there in Robins tiny bathroom.

“You’re just- you’re confident and you wear these clothes that I don’t think I could ever get away with and everyone listens to you and watches you and flocks to you and I’m kind of just, like. Here, you know? Like I’m not as bright as you. A lot of people aren’t as bright as you.”

Eddie watches Steve for a beat. Really stares into his fucking soul.

“That’s stupid,” He says, smiling smaller now as he leans both hands in next to Steve’s hips. As he pushes into his space and doesn’t let up. “You’re so bright. It’s almost blinding. I’ve just been waiting for you to actually talk to me.”

“Yeah?” Steve asks quietly because yeah, he can’t think. Eddie is too close. He’s right there, leaning into Steve.

He mutters, “Yeah.” And finally kisses him. As it turns out, Steve wasn’t that interested in that girl at all.

[munsster]

i'm so so obsessed with the winter in hawkins series!! i love a loser!steve and the kids pushing the steve x reader agenda

LITERALLY ME TOO! i am so glad u like it. truly nothing and no one compares to poor babygirl loser!steve. and now because i’m crazy, i came up with a billion headcanons for winter in hawkins au.

robin was obviously definitely the first one to notice babygirls longing glances (does that make robin olaf or sven in this situation…)

of course, steve was catching strays from dustin long before but it was all conjecture for like the first month

once robin pinpointed steve’s desperation and utter infatuation with you, she was hooked and intent on finding dumb excuses for the two of you to be alone

aka robin is the WORST instigator and only encourages loser!steve

yes, she thoroughly clowns on him, but her heart says steve x reader ftw

the rest of the kids find out because dustin will. not. shut. up! about it

again, thanks to auntie robin only fanning the flames

(they came up with a group name for their shenanigans: the secret society consisting of everyone who thinks steve is her prince charming OR the prince charming project for short)

(dustin uses the full name every time)

(the main points at meetings include planning your wedding, drawing your future children, and anything anti-brad)

speaking of brad, steve still remembers exactly where he was when you told him you got a new boyfriend

he cried in his car after work that day

robin was in the passenger seat

she cried, too

that was really what spurred loser!steve on

before that, steve was minding his own hopeless romantic business, but the introduction of brad put emphasis on the ‘hopeless’ aspect

honestly, steve’s just glad he still gets to see you every weekend for game night

brad is not invited to game night

you don’t think he’d come even if he was

steve hates brad

regardless of br*d, steve is not shy about complimenting you on anything and everything

sure, it makes him a little blushy thinking about how you’ll react

with that dazzling smile he adores

and yeah, theres a tiny wobble in his voice when he gets your attention

but you don’t seem to notice

and if you do, you don’t seem care

(you always notice, and you think it’s sweet)

“i like your hair like that”

“really? thanks, stevie!”

oh he melts

whenever you compliment him back, he takes diligent notes

one time he wore the same shirt three times in one week just because you mentioned how it complimented his eyes

he also got a big head when you told him his sailor outfit makes him look dashing

sometimes the kids write out lists of really good and not at all embarrassing pick up lines

sometimes these lists suspiciously wind up in steve’s glove box or tip jar

one time a list appeared in his wallet

it’s weird that they practically pickpocketed him but it’s weirder that they had access to his wallet and didn’t take the twenty

robin has a secret scrapbook dedicated to you and steve

it has secret pictures (courtesy of el), ticket stubs, cute stickers, and random receipts

if you couldn’t already tell, everyone is very normal about the situation

steve gets to know you so well that you actually start saying things in tandem

he knows your ice cream order, your coffee order, what temperature you like the thermostat, the name of your first pet

he’s never been good at memorization but it feels so easy knowing it’s all attached to you somehow

he will often bring you random little flowers that seem so small in the palm of his hand

it makes him feel very proud when you tuck them behind your ear

even more so when you let him do it for you

one late summer night, steve hosts a sleepover

OR the kids begged and begged him to either ask you on a date or let everyone use his pool for the night and watch a scary movie and stay up really late and eat junk food

so because he’s a loser, steve hosts a sleepover

and his heart flutters when you show up on his dimly lit doorstep with a gaggle of children behind you

they push past the two of you and barrel straight towards the back door

you warn him, saying you’re pretty sure only two of them brought towels

he chuckles and assures you that they do this every time and he already has a stack set out

you laugh in response and he thinks this is what a heart attack feels like

just imagine how he survived the rest of the night basking in your company and the soft moonlight

you sat next to him during the movie and fell asleep on his shoulder and he swears he’s never been so still

and the movie was really scary

steve wishes brad wasn’t such a dick

especially because he’s made you cry now on a handful of different occasions

steve’s flattered that he’s the first one you call, but he’s heartbroken hearing your choked sobs through the receiver

it’s kind of like a routine the way you always apologize for dumping everything on him and the way he tells you he’d do it any time

for you

at this point, he doesn’t care how desperate he makes himself seem

he really cares about you

steve likes you, and brad could spare a couple teeth

but he knows you love brad blahblahblah que sera sera whatever

he should’ve asked you out when he had the chance instead of sulking and pining

robin still has hope three months into the relationship

she knows for a fact steve still has a raging crush on you

those big brown eyes give everything away

and the way he gushes about your phone calls and your cute sweaters

something happens and i’m head over heels

steve has your gift picked out a month before the holiday season

little does he know, you’ve got his picked out, too

“i saw this in a shop window and thought of you…”

“i remember you mentioning that you wanted one…”

they really are just two losers fated to fall in love

sigh

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[simpforboys]

my voice will haunt you

drew starkey x fem!musician!reader

summary: during an award ceremony, you honor your grandmother, stevie nicks. but freshly after a breakup, emotions cant help but rise. works for biological or adopted!

warnings: angst, fluff ending, swearing, teasing (the camera men are kinda fucked up), drew and reader are heartbroken but it’s fine, not proof read

listen to silver springs (live) by fleetwood mac!

the pounding in your heart never left until your newly manicured hands clutched the microphone in front of you.

despite your shining smile, your chest ached with fear as the hundreds of celebrities and their families stared at you, front and center of the big stage.

bright lights illuminated your frame, the extra bits of the fabric designed to look like fairy wings hung against your skin.

“hello to the grammys!”

the crowd erupted into cheers as you pulled your face from the mic, sucking in a nervous breath.

“i’m y/n l/n, and with the celebration of my newest album, dread, the grammys have invited me to play tonight.”

you spoke confidently to the crowd, used to performing as your career took off with the help of your grandmother.

any other time you would kill to play for the grammys, but now you all you could feel was dread, because you knew he was here.

“some of you may be familiar with my wonderful grandma, Stevie Nicks…”

as the crowd began to clap and cheer in honor of the legendary woman, your eyes subconsciously began searching the room in hopes you’ll find the deep blue color you became so familiar with.

but he was watching, a pained look hidden deep within his eyes. but he shifted in his seat, feeling a pat on the back from his co-star, Johnathan.

he barely blinked, the aching feeling in his heart deepening. but he was scared that if he closed his eyes for even a second, you would disappear. but then you spoke again.

“so i invite you all to sing with me if you know this iconic song.” you grinned at the crowd, the cameras panning onto the celebrities and artists in their respective seats.

taking in another breath, you heard the okay in your ear piece. as the band began to strum the introduction, you opened your mouth to begin.

“you could be my silver spring, blue-green colors flashing, i would be your only dream,”

Drew felt chills run down his spine as your voice lingered in the crowd. he missed your voice, your personality, your everything.

“your shining autumn ocean crashing, and did you say she was pretty? and did you say that she loves you?”

a tang shot through his body from the lyrics, remembering the reason you two broke up. you had overheard Drew telling his sister that he was conflicted, and while he loved you, Odessa was someone who enticed him.

he felt his eyelids become heavy as he closed his eyes, letting his head hang low a bit. he could feel Madelyn’s eyes drift over to him, knowing that the lyrics meant everything to you both.

“baby, i don’t wanna know. i’ll begin not to love you, turn around, see me running. i say i loved you years ago, tell myself you never loved me, no.”

you picked the microphone up from the stand, beginning to walk around the stage as your vocal cords became deeper, stronger.

Rihanna blew you a kiss as you walked past her, in which you smiled at the gorgeous woman.

unfortunately, it was no shocker that you and Drew recently ended off your three year relationship. being there from the beginning of Outer Banks season one, the fans adored the two of you, more after learning your grandmother.

so, when the news that the “it” couple of the Outer Banks cast got out, a lot of people took it seriously.

“and did you say she was pretty? and did you say that she loves you? baby, i don’t wanna know…oh, no…”

you looked elegant on the stage, your dress flowing as you walked. the band and background singers complimented your voice perfectly, making the performance extra special.

“and can you tell me, was it worth it? really, i don’t wanna know.”

Drew’s eyes returned to you, and it felt like you were specifically asking him the question, even though you were singing to a crowd of people.

and no, it wasn’t worth it. Drew never did anything with Odessa, but you didn’t want to be with someone who doubted their relationship with you.

and so you broke it off, deciding it would be best to have some space from each other.

and it was Drew’s biggest regret.

“time casts its spell on you, but you won’t forget me. i know i could have loved you but you would not let me.”

“time casts its spell on you, but you won’t forget me. i know i could have loved you but you would not let me.”

as you repeated the lyrics, you centered yourself in the middle of the stage once more. unbeknownst to you and Drew, the sneaky camera man zoomed in on Drew’s broken expression.

his eyes were ride, as if in a trance, never wanting to leave you. his usual cheerfulness gone, the sadness radiating off of him as the other celebrities and artists look turns glancing at the man.

“i’ll follow you down ‘til the sound of my voice will haunt you. you’ll never get away from the sound of the woman who loves you.”

you moved to the right side of the stage, approaching the table with Billie Eilish, Timothée Chalamet, Lady Gaga, Anne Hathaway, and Emma Stone.

Billie was singing along to the music, a proud smile on her face as she swayed.

but you felt your heart drop into your stomach with you realized that he was sitting right behind that table.

and as the music picked up, you locked eyes with the man, your skin erupting with goosebumps.

“i’ll follow you down ‘til the sound of my voice will haunt you. was i just a fool? you’ll never get away from the sound of the woman that loves you. was i just a fool?”

the crowd grew silent as it was just you and him in the moment, the guilt radiating off of both your bodies into the air. the sting in your eyes became more evident as your vision became blurry and you hadn’t noticed that all the cameras were locked in on the two of you, sharing your moment for the world to see.

“i’ll follow you down ‘til the sound of my voice will haunt you. give me just a chance. you’ll never get away from the sound of the woman that loves you.”

Drew stared at you with an expression no one has ever seen before; regret, love, and fear. and he just let himself feel, mourning the loss of your presence in his life.

as the background vocalists began to take off, you felt your feet moving back to the center of the stage, trying to compose yourself and not to break down in front of millions of people.

“you could be my silver spring, my blue-green colors flashing.”

as the music ended, the crowd erupted into cheers, everyone in the room standing and clapping.

you hadn’t even realized a tear had left your eye until the drip dangled off your chin, making you wipe it away as you grinned happily.

“thank you so very much for having me. i love you.”

and as the announcers retook the focus, you walked swiftly off the stage.

“you need to talk to her, dude.”

Chase whispered to Drew, everyone at the table staring at him. the man nodded, finally seeming to come back to reality, that you weren’t his girl anymore.

Drew excused himself from the table, knowing where the most likely place you would be at.

he knows that whenever you get overwhelmed you went outside and just listened. listened to the cars, the people, the earth.

so, when he saw you leaning against a wall underneath a large oak tree, he wasn’t surprised.

not knowing what to say, he just decided to lean next to you.

“hi.”

you said after a minute of silence, not bearing to look up at him.

“hi.”

he repeated, his chest heavy. he had so many thoughts and words he needed to say, but it seemed as if something was forcing him to stay quiet.

things had never been awkward between you two. even when you argued, you two always went to bed happy. he never wanted to upset you.

“you were amazing out there, y/n.”

he says, turning to face you. you gazed up at his face, twitching your nose as you fought back tears.

“thank you.”

your words were quiet, and he hated the way your lip trembled as you spoke. all he wanted to do was scoop you into his arms, kiss you all over, and tell you everything was alright. but he couldn’t.

“y/n, i’m sorry,” Drew said, taking you by surprise by his abruptness.

“i should have never doubted our relationship. i was a fucking idiot to ever believe we couldn’t make it. the truth is… i was scared. i was scared you would get tired of being with me, but in the end i lost you. i lost the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

as he ranted his apologies, all you did was stare up at him, retracing every single part of his gorgeous face.

“and i hope that one day you can find it in your heart to forgive me for giving up on us, when in reality the only thing i need in my life is you.”

“i love you, Drew. and these past few weeks have been hell for me. i want to marry you, to have kids with you, to grow old with you. but i need to know you’re hundred percent committed because i cannot go through another heartbreak like this with you again. i emotionally can’t handle it.”

“i swear to you, y/n. you’re the only girl for me, the only girl i’ll ever need in my life. there’s nothing i wouldn’t do for you, and i promise that. i promise myself to you. i love you so fucking much.”

you felt his large hands place themselves on your hips until your chests were pressed up against each other. your arms wrapped around his broad, muscular shoulders. he was wearing your favorite cologne, the one that always made your knees weak.

he leant his head down to capture your lips in his, missing your taste. and as the two of you kissed against the wall, the rest of the world drowned out, Drew knew that he would always keep his promise to you.

[girlfromthecrypt]

Note: This is merely a pitch introduction post. My main project remains Such Happy Campers. I have no title in mind for this IF (suggestions are welcome), although I am very passionate about the idea and will work on it on the side while I write SHC.

You are... or were one of the most famous yet mysterious characters in the 21st century pop-rock scene. 

It all started when you discovered your love for singing during an extended stay at a psychiatric hospital as a teen. Music became your motivator, and from then on, you knew the stage was where you belonged. Your friends agreed… and that is how your band came to be. After years of practice in your friend’s mother’s garage and cheap gigs at dingy bars, your journey to the top begins abruptly when you team up with a skilled manager.

It's a meteoric rise— until it isn’t. 

And now, a decade after your band has withdrawn from the public eye, you’ve accepted an interview by the acclaimed Groove Magazine. You and your former band members have agreed to give them the truth, the whole truth; as ugly as that might be. 

Follow the story of your band’s rise to fame (and eventual fall from grace)

Play as a pop-rock vocalist

Name your band and customize your music, lyrics and image

Handle the media, interactions with pushy fans and your own repressed thoughts and fears 

Romance your coolgirl-bassist, the childhood friend you cut out of your life, your absolutely insane guitarist, or your biggest fan/stalker

Give one hell of an interview

Inspiration: Daisy Jones and The Six, Fleetwood Mac

TW: themes of mental illness, substance abuse, death, mentions of suicide, suicidal ideation and self-harm, unhealthy relationship dynamics

ROs:

Stevie McLaughlin, bassist (f) — “I suppose I was the sanest one in that bunch.”

She’s one of your oldest friends, and if you follow the clanking chain of cause and effect all the way back to the beginning, it is her you have to thank for your entire career. The band was her idea, after all. She’s level-headed, composed, and always there to talk you down when you need her. Sometimes, she acts more as your retainer than anything else…

Paul/Paulette Zima, lead singer & saxophonist (f/m selectable, trans) — “Trying to figure out where you know me from?”

Your band’s brand-new, second lead singer. Your manager says they’re going to give your music the kick it needs, that they’re the one missing ingredient to your success. You’re not entirely sure if you agree. Worse yet, you happen to know this person, and your time together didn’t end on a favorable note. They’re part of a past you would much rather forget. 

Angel Monsanto, guitarist (m) — “I was always going to make it big, with or without those guys. Only, I… I really wanted it to be with them.”

Your crazy but good-hearted guitarist. His passion for music borders on obsession, and he will stop at nothing to make a name for your band. Sadly, he’s very much of the conviction that all publicity is good publicity, which has encouraged him to pull some very questionable stunts in the past. 

Lincoln Saunders, groupie?? (f/m selectable) — “What can I say, I loved them. When they first walked out onto that stage, it felt like my heart was going to explode.”

Calling Lincoln a fan would be an understatement. Fanatic is more like it. You remember seeing them at your very first show, and you’ve continued to spot them at every venue you’ve played at since. You don’t know anything about them, and perhaps changing that would be a very bad idea. But maybe you still want to.

Others:

Fatima Shah (f), drummer — “I’m pretty sure they tried to make me disappear with their fog machine.”

After things didn’t work out with your original drummer, Fatima saved the day. She’s a sweetheart to you, but from what you’ve heard, she can be kind of a terrible person. Maybe it’s best to stay a little wary of her.

Kalena Graham (f), manager — “The first time I saw them… well, they kind of sucked. But I knew, I just knew, that they had what it takes to suck on an international level.”

Your band’s manager. You can’t believe how lucky you were to have caught her attention. She’s experienced, driven, well-regarded in the industry and… kind of mean.

Simon Young (m), reporter — “Start at the beginning. And then, don’t stop.”

The guy conducting the interview for Groove Magazine. He’s nice enough, if a little starstruck. It seems he has been waiting a long time for this.

[dividers by @thecutestgrotto]

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[lostfawn555]

Introduction - lostfawn555

a little bit about me<3

i am a teenage girl. i love music, all kinds really.

im a huge marvel geek 😣

some of my favorute artists are, lana del rey, billy idol, mazzy star, sade, stevie nicks, and much much more.

my favorite show is game of thrones!

i also love to read books. mostly fiction and i dont really like romance books. my current read right now is a game of thrones.

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[imtryingbuck]

Three simple words

~ gif not mine credit to owner ~

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!Reader

Summary: Steve tells you he loves you

Word count: 1,640

Warnings: fluff, tiny mention of our Stevie boy having to pleasure himself, swearing

A/N: I wrote this ages ago and wanted it gone from my drafts. It’s shit but have fun reading🙂

Masterlist

Steve knew he was in trouble when he heard your laugh for the first time, it warmed his body and melted the iron bars from around his heart. He followed the sound like a lost puppy, and when he looked through the windows he saw you.

Your eyes shined so brightly he was convinced they could light up a dark room. The huge smile on your face made your cheeks puff out, your hair was all over the place slightly looking like you had been electrocuted.

But to him, you were the most beautiful woman he has ever laid eyes on.

“-ah here’s Steve” Bucky’s voice pulled him out of his trance.

“Huh?” There was that laugh again making him all fuzzy inside.

“Come in then punk, everyone you obviously know who this is and Steve this is everyone”

“Great introductions Buck”

“I know” His best friend smiled before turning back to the class “I want Y/n and Donny to spar next, thanks” Bucky winked at Steve then whispered “I saw you watching her, you creep. You’re going to love her Stevie”

Before Steve can even try and defend himself he sees you getting into the ring with a huge guy, who was clearly ten times bigger than you, he’s heart stopped.

Watching you move around the ring dodging hits from your opponent, getting a few good shots in yourself he had to admit you was doing good considering how big this Donny guy was.

He felt a tinge of jealousy when you looked at Bucky and winked. He didn’t see it coming nor did he suspect it but when you walking straight up to Donny grabbing his fist as he tries to punch you, you flipped him like he weighed nothing. Steve’s eyes nearly bugged out of his eye sockets, his trousers started to strain.

He’s never been more grateful holding a stack of paperwork as he was right now, in his life.

As soon as the class was dismissed he rushed out of the room to go to his, pleasuring himself to the image of you that had ingrained its self into his brain.

“I’ve talked to Fury about bringing L/n on our next mission, he said I have to talk to you. So here goes, Steve I want to bring Agent L/n on our next mission. She’s great, amazing really. Top of her class and she’s a fast learn-“

“Buck slow down jerk, if she has your approval then you’ve got mine. But I wa-was thinking what about Y/n? She was great in the ring against that Donny kid”

Bucky tried his absolute hardest not to laugh or smirk at his friend “Yeah I mean she’s great and all but not like L/n”

“No that’s fine, bring Agent L/n on board but you stick with her the whole time okay” Steve tried not to let his disappointment known, he would of liked to of seen Y/n again - even talk to her would be amazing for him.

“Cheers pal you won’t regret this”

As the door closes behind Bucky, Steve slumped into his chair and sulked.

Their next mission came a week later and it was pretty simple; get in, arrest the bad guys, download information, get out. Easy.

Steve and the team was already on the quinjet and was just waiting for Bucky and L/n to arrive, him and Nat were talking about a film they all watched the night before, when he heard two sets of footsteps coming closer.

“Sorry we’re late, I had to sign off some more paperwork for this one, everyone this is L/n and L/n this is everyone” Bucky says.

“Terminator you really need to work on your introductions, I’m Sam it’s a pleasure to meet you”

“Hi Sam I’m-“

“That’s Nat, Tony, Wanda and Steve” Bucky cuts you off.

“I’m Y/n, it’s so great to meet all of you” That. That has Steve lifting his head, his brain short circuiting for a moment before his eyes went directly to Bucky who stood there with a smirk on his face.

“Aren’t you going to say ‘ooh it’s an absolute honour to be working you The Avengers, it’s a dream come true’?” Tony asked in a mocking tone which caused Steve to snap his eyes away from Bucky to the Billionaire.

“No” Your laugh caused him to smile lightly “That would be a lie well the second part anyway, my dream was to always be a fairy princess but-“ waving your arms out “that appears not to of come true.” Everyone laughed as Tony smirked and clicked his fingers.

“I like her, welcome aboard the crazy express”

“Thank you, Mr Stark”

“Tony, call me Tony sweetheart”

Steve didn’t know which one to kill first Bucky or Tony. Both as bad as each other really.

With the introductions out of the way and the mission briefing just finished, Steve pulled Bucky to the back of the quinjet.

“You didn’t tell me that L/n was actually Y/n!”

“Yeah, L/n is Y/n’s last name Stevie”

“Don’t try and be funny Buck! She sticks with me throughout the mission”

“But you said for her to stick with me…”

“I know what I said but I’ve changed my mind”

“Why?”

“Be-because…I’m Captain America” Smiling and raising his eyebrows at his friend.

“That’s true - oh just before I leave, you know tonight when we get home? Make sure you get FRIDAY to soundproof your room so I don’t have to hear you moaning out Y/n’s name again like the other week”. It was now Bucky’s turn to smile as Steve’s face went bright red.

“H-how?”

“Remember Captain America I’m just like you” Tapping his ears before walking off.

Steve bows his head and mumbles “Shit”.

Days after the mission Steve was walking down the corridor with you occupying his thoughts when he bumps into a person-

“I’m so sorry” The voice he’s committed to memory says.

“It’s okay, are you alright?”

“I’m fine, I wasn’t looking where I was going-I’m really sorry”

“It’s fine honestly. I’m glad I bumped into you actually, I’ve spoken with Fury about making you a part of the team, and he’s agreed”

“Wait thee team?”

“You’ll be a member of the Avengers”

“Oh my God thank you!” You jump into his arms throwing your arms around his neck hugging him.

He holds you tightly, breathing in the scent of your soft hair. Loving the feel of your weight in his arms and before he knew it you was pulling away and jumping down.

“I’m so sorry! I-that was so inappropriate and unprofessional, I’m so sorry Mr Rog-“

“It’s fine! I promise it’s okay, and it’s Steve I told you this”

“Still I’m sorry”

He hates the look in your eyes, he knew that he would happily hold you in his arms for a lifetime if given the chance.

It’s been a few months now since you joined the team, everyone welcomed you with open arms. Nat and Wanda loved that there was now another woman on the team. They both became your best friends instantly.

You became close to everyone especially Steve, if you two weren’t next to each other you’d be texting. And since he was always up before you he would always make you breakfast in bed after he came back from his run. Every Friday you would make him his favourite meal that is mom use to make, it took you about five tries before you perfected it not that Steve ever complained.

You developed feelings for the super solider early on, you didn’t mean to per say, it was his own fault for being perfect, and beautiful, kind, understanding even when he had no idea what you was talking about, did you say beautiful? Oh and he had an incredible arse. So really it wasn’t your fault, but his.

It was Saturday night, you and the girls were watching rom-coms in the common room when you heard Steve and Bucky talking.

“It’s just three simple words Stevie, tell her”

“It’s not that easy jerk, what if I scare her away and she never wants to talk to me again”

“You’ll never know unless you try, just tell her you like her, easy”.

Your heart sank into your stomach.

You knew you weren’t going to be that lucky woman who he confesses he likes but a girl can dream.

Despite the pain you’ll go through seeing him with another girl, you’ll be happy for him.

When he walked past the common room he saw you, Nat and Wanda watching a movie. Wanda was throwing popcorn at you as you tried to catch them in your mouth.

Bucky nudged him, mouthing ‘do it’. He didn’t even think about what he was going to say to you other than the truth.

“Go away, this is girls night” Wanda says as she sees the pair coming into the room.

“It took us half an hour to get rid of Sam so please just leave or we’ll result to violence” Nat speaks.

“I just need to say something to Y/n then we’ll be out of your hair ladies” Steve says as his eyes are trained on you.

“Sure what’s up?”

“I love you”

The silence was deafening.

“What?”

“I love you. Pretty much from when I heard you laughing when you were training with Bucky’s class”

“Is this a prank?”

“No. Why would you thin-“

“I love you too”

Steve stood there with a shy smile on his face “Re-really?”

“Yes Steve I love you too”

“Good, good. Okay bye”. All four of them sit there and watched as Steve walked out of the room and down the corridor.

“Did he just…”

“Yep”

Bucky laughs, says his goodbyes to the women and follows his best friend.

~ banner credit goes to @sweetpeapod ~

Tags: @imcinnamoons | @pigeonmama | @capsbestgirl77

[ladykailitha]

A Love Connection Part 5

Hey, guys! You really seem to be loving this story! Yay. This is the first of two today as the next chapter will be posted later tonight.

Just a heads up Billy's introduction is very indicative of his attitude throughout the whole thing.

@tartarusknight 's tags made me laugh because how spot on their assessment of the three Suitors was.

In this we get a feel for each of the contestants and Steve is already done with this shit. I won't put a warning up here, but this does have a lot of more adult themed questions for a dating show. Mainly because I figure it's on a streaming service.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

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“All righty!” Bob said with a bright smile. “We have three rounds in which our lovely Suitors will earn points and two of our Suitors will get a chance to win a date with our Catch! The first round is the all around where our Suitors will each have a chance to answer a question from our Catch. The one with best answer will get three points, second place will get two, and the last place will get only one.”

The audience clapped and cheered.

“The second round is our lightning round. Our Catch will ask either or question that the Suitors will have to answer quickly. For each answer that matches our Catch they’ll receive a tally. The one with the most tallies will get five points, the second will get three, and last place will get one.”

The audience again clapped and cheered.

“Then in the heart to heart round, our Catch will get to ask each contestant five questions and then will rate the answer from one to three. A one will get our Suitor three points, a two will get you two points and three, only one.”

The audience again clapped and cheered.

“And now our lightning round!”

Steve was told to just call out all the either or questions he felt spoke to him as they handed him a list of the thirty plus.

He called Dustin’s first. “Star Wars or Star Trek.”

All three picked Star Wars. And all three got a tally.

He just started calling out the ones as he saw them on the page.

“Silver or gold.”

“Cat or dog.”

That one had been a bit divisive considering Steve owned a cat and of the three only Tommy was a cat person. Bob winced at that one. “Ooh. That one hurts.”

Steve could only agree.

“Bondage or blindfold.”

“For me or you?” Billy asked before answering.

“All the questions are for the Suitor, not the Catch,” Bob explained. “You are trying to match with your Catch. But in this case it would what you want to do with the Catch whether you were the one it being done to or not.”

No one was surprised when Billy picked bondage. Tommy did, too. Eddie being the only one to get a tally for that one for the blindfold.

“Camping or the beach.”

Again only Eddie got a tally on that one. Steve lived in Indiana where there weren’t a lot of sandy beaches but lots of great places to go camping.

“Give or receive a blowjob.”

Eddie snorted and Steve could almost imagine a little smirk on his face. All three preferred receiving and so none of them got a tally.

Bob laughed. “I think that’s actually a good thing. Stevie here can give his final Suitor the best bj after all this.”

Steve was again grateful for the Suitors not being able to see his face as he blushed a dark red.

“Vampires or werewolves.”

Only Billy got a tally for that one as Tommy and Eddie both picked vampires.

The game continued until finally Steve called out his last either or question: “Taylor Swift or Beyonce.”

Eddie snorted again. “Billie Eilish. But if I have to pick a billionaire, definitely Taylor Swift.”

The audience laughed.

Steve laughed, too and happily gave Eddie the only tally as the other two picked Beyonce for Chrissy’s question.

The final rundown of points after everything was added up, Tommy with five points for having the most tallies, Eddie with three for coming in second, and Billy with only one. Tommy barely beating Eddie by two tallies.

~

They took a lunch break after they filmed that and Steve was whisked off to a dressing room where a nice girl named Vickie brought him all his food and two bottles of water to sooth his throat after talking so much.

Steve was a little bit more nervous about this portion of the game. The questions would start fun and go deeper or in some cases spicier.

“Everyone knows the first question,” Bob said as if they didn’t just spend two grueling hours answering either or questions.

“What would be your ideal first date?” the audience roared.

“Damn straight!” Bob said. “Or in this case, damn gay!”

The audience laughed, but Steve squirmed in his seat.

“I would drive up your place in my shiny red 1969 Camero,” Billy said, low and seductive. “Then I would take you to a five star restaurant and order the most expensive wine. Then I would take you to my hotel room and fuck you into the mattress until our neighbors call in a noise complaint.”

“Oooh,” Bob said, “already starting off hot.”

“I would take you to my private jet,” Tommy answered, “and wine and dine all the way to Paris where we would have breakfast on the balcony of a French villa and make love as the sun rises on Paris.”

“Fancy and romantic,” Bob said with a saucy wink at the camera.

“For a first date?” Eddie mused. “I’d find out all your favorite foods and drinks from your best friend and then we’d go on a picnic complete with a blanket and a six pack of your favorite beer. Then we’d go miniature golfing and then your favorite diner for dinner where we share an old fashioned milk shake. Then I would walk you to your door where I would hope for a goodbye kiss.”

Steve’s jaw dropped. He had never heard such a perfect date in his life. Even Bob was speechless. He just kept glancing at Steve and the camera just back and forth as everyone was stunned by the answer.

“I think we all know who’s getting the three points for this question,” Bob finally said. “Steve tell us who came in second and last place please.”

“Billy in second,” Steve said, “and Tommy in third. I’ve been to Paris, whatever it was when it was named the city of love, it certainly isn’t now.”

Again Eddie snorted and Steve was starting to think he had the same sense of humor as him.

“What is your favorite sports team?” Steve asked Lucas’s question.

“LA Lakers,” was Billy’s reply.

While Tommy said, “Chicago Bulls.”

Steve face fell. He didn’t like either of those teams.

“I’m not much of a sports fan,” Eddie admitted, “but my favorite thing to do growing up was watching the Hoosiers with my Uncle Wayne, because I got to spend time just him and me. So I’m going to say Hoosiers.”

The audience went ‘awww.’

Steve choked up. “That was a beautiful answer, Eddie. The Hoosiers are my favorite team, too. Three points to you. Two to Tommy, and one to Billy.”

Billy grumbled something his mic didn’t quite catch.

“What’s your favorite pick up line?” was Steve’s next question. This one was Robin’s question. She thought it would get some cheesy answers.

“I’m Billy.”

Bob snorted, but wisely said nothing. The audience however seemed to agree with Billy.

“I have a private jet, just say the word and we can be in Paris by breakfast.”

Bob blinked for a moment. “Does that really work?”

“Oh yeah.”

Steve shivered at Tommy’s smarmy tone.

“This must be a museum,” Eddie said into the resulting awkward silence, “because baby, you’re a work of art.”

Steve laughed. There was the cheesy answer he had been expecting. But the top points ended up going to Billy for the sheer balls of that one. Eddie did come in second though.

He went through a few boring questions like favorite book or quote to go with some of the spicier questions.

Then he asked his last question of day one.

“Do you consider yourself a good person?”

All three men are shocked into a stunned silence.

“That’s one hell of a question, boys,” Bob said, “how about it?”

Eddie actually being the first to speak.

“I try to be,” he murmured close to his microphone, “but without a doubt I wish I was better than I am.”

Tommy laughed and quoted ‘Firefly’ complete with him saying stab between each downgrade.

Steve chuckled a bit at that one.

Billy scoffed. “I’m no philosopher, I don’t get into shit like that. But yeah, I’m good person. Fuck you.”

Steve gave Tommy the top points on that one, with Eddie again coming second. Billy was not happy with coming in third. Again.

The director called cut and Bob said, “Ooh. We can’t have you saying the eff word, but I’m not sure if they’ll bleep it or cut it.”

“Whatever.”

Now Steve was absolutely eaten up with curiosity about what these dudes looked like.

He would find out soon enough.

~

After eating at the hotel restaurant, Steve went back to the hotel and called Robin.

“Hey, Robbie,” he murmured, flopping on to the bed.

“Hey, dingus,” she said softly. “I’ve Chrissy here with me, so I’m going to put you on speaker.”

“Hi, Stevie,” Chrissy cooed. “You have any idea who are going to be the final two yet?”

“Oh yeah,” Steve huffed, playing with the tassels on the decorative pillow. “Because unless Suitor number one gets his head out of his ass, it’s bye bye birdie. Dude is so full of himself and only interested in how much sex he can get. I’m really dreading the final round when I have to start asking personal questions for each one.”

“Why’s that?” Robin asked. “Or can’t you tell us with all the NDA crap.”

“NDA crap,” Steve said, resigned. “But I can say that Suitor number three is the one I hope gets at least to the dating portion. His answers were so cute. He sounds like an absolute dork.”

“Perfect for you then,” Chrissy agreed. “Tell us about everything else. The hotel, dinner, the clothes you got to wear.”

So Steve did and by the time they had worn out every topic it was late. They all needed to be up early the next morning so they said good night.

Steve got ready for bed.

He slept fitfully, dreaming of three large shadows looming over him and laughing as he fell into the abyss.

~

The hair and makeup lady certainly had her work cut out for her when Steve arrived that morning. She gave his shoulder a quick squeeze.

“Everyone sleeps badly on filming days,” she assured him. “It’s all the anxiety. You aren’t making my job harder by having not slept, okay?”

Steve nodded and let her do her work. By the time she was done, he looked exactly the same as he did yesterday.

He was impressed and told him so.

“You’re sweet, sugar,” she murmured. “Now, go knock ‘em dead!”

Steve got into his little booth and sat down.

“You ready for day two?” Bob asked, stroking his tie like he had the day before.

He shook his head.

Bob laughed and counted down with his fingers, three, two, one!

The first question on his little cue card read: “What would you do if someone important to me called while we were in the middle of sex?”

“I’d hit the text me button and toss the phone on the laundry pile,” Billy said. “Whatever it is, it can wait.”

Tommy chuckled. “I would answer it for you and tell them that unless this was an emergency, my dick up your ass is slightly more important and then hang up. If it’s important, they’ll call back.”

Bob and Steve shared wide-eyed expressions over that one.

“I’d let you answer it,” Eddie said softly. “Your people are important to you. I would hope, however, that you would chose to continue to go back to doing what we were doing if it wasn’t essential right then, though.”

“Fair enough,” Steve said with a huff a laughter. “Three points to Eddie, two to Billy, and one to Tommy.”

There was a little murmuring of surprise from the audience on that one. But Steve felt that Billy’s wasn’t as rude as Tommy’s was. Telling them to text wasn’t as bad as being lewd about it.

That would be the last time that happened, much to Steve’s dismay.

When asked about what they wore to bed, Billy said he was naked, Tommy said that he wore a silken matching set of pajamas with matching eye mask. Eddie said that he wore an old band t-shirt and Garfield pajama pants. Steve immediately was endeared. Billy also came in second place on that one.

When asked about their favorite act of foreplay, Billy didn’t do foreplay, Tommy was all for getting blown, and Eddie’s was even sweeter than the last. He said he enjoyed stripping his partner and kiss every inch of newly exposed skin.

The audience was starting to get excited as Billy began to pull into a dead heat with Tommy, though Eddie was clearly in the lead.

Then came time for the final question of round one. God that felt weird to say considering they had already done round two.

“What would you do if the house we recently moved into,” Steve said, leaning forward to the microphone, “and I believed it was legitimately haunted and was scared?”

This was Will’s question and he loved it. It really spoke volumes about a person.

“I’d buy you a new house, baby,” Billy said. “You think it’s haunted, then fuck let’s get the hell out of there.”

Steve was little surprised on that one. He would have thought that Billy would have been the one to tell him that it was all in his head.

The audience clapped in appreciation, too.

“I’d hire a priest to bless the house,” Tommy said, “before anything else. We just bought it, I wouldn’t want to give up a new investment so easily.”

“Uh...” Eddie said sheepishly. “I’ve always wanted a haunted house. And like it would suck, because you were scared and shit, but it would be so cool to live in haunted house. So I’d try to make friends with so it would stop being mean to you.”

That was the sweetest dorkiest thing Steve had ever heard, but it was also the most insensitive of the bunch and no one was surprised when Billy and Tommy were one and two respectively.

Bob smiled. “Can’t win them all, Eddie. You’ve been batting a thousand this round.” He turned to the audience. “Eddie got forty points that round, with Tommy and Billy almost at a dead heat with twenty-five each.”

“So with the totals of the two rounds, Eddie is in the lead at forty-five points, Tommy at twenty-eight, and Billy at twenty-six. But the next round is anybody’s game. Each Suitor will be asked one question and based on how well our lovely Catch Steve likes the answer they can get anywhere from one to three points. Get ready for the final round!”

They broke for lunch like they did yesterday and Steve was exhausted. He was almost too tired to eat, but he forced himself to eat and drink, for the energy if nothing else. He certainly was going to need it.

He buried his head in hands. He wasn’t sure if it was going to be worth it in the end. He was so worn out. He could only hope the Suitors were as tired as he was. He didn’t even know if they got to go out and enjoy the city while he was stuck in his hotel room every night.

He let the makeup lady retouch his makeup and he put on his best parent teacher conference face and stepped back out onto the stage.

~

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