my bestie, Elena who runs @decadentartisanempathexpert, got us locked out of the account so i used one that i forgot existed <3. yes i also write :)))
Don't wanna be here? Send us removal request.
Note
Hii i love your stories. Can i make a request??
absolutely! i just suck at writing them😭
0 notes
Text
i drive alone past your street
I wrote this a year ago and meant to post it then, but I was going through a rough time, so here it is!! I am really excited for it!
a/n: hello friends! so here is the first fic on this page. this was requested a while ago on elena’s page, but y’all know what happened sooooooo. anyway, please enjoy this song fic of Olivia Rodridgo’s song, “Drivers License”. however, this was really long and the timeline does not match the one in the show (we made most of this up as we went lol), so please understand the mistakes there might be. we love you guys <3.
DISCLAIMER: WE DO NOT OWN ANY OF RIVERDALE- NOT ITS SET OR CHARACTERS!! I ALSO DON’T OWN OLIVIA RODRIGO’S SONG, “DRIVERS LICENSE”, BUT I DID CHANGE A FEW WORDS AND THE RIVERDALE STORYLINE. ALSO GIF CREDITS TO WHOEVER TOOK THE ONE I POSTED
!⚠️TW⚠️!: breakups, foul language, drugs, drinking, sexual assault,
mentions of: sweet pea (obvi), pretty much all of the teens in riverdale, pop tate, fp jones.
meanings of abbreviations: y/n- your name, y/l/n- your last name, y/m/n- your middle name, y/ms/n- your mother’s name, y/d/n- your dad’s name, y/b/n- your brother’s name, y/s/n- your sister’s name, y/n/n- your nick name.
word count (including lyrics): 3,664
type of fic: angsty/ sad
sweet pea x female serpent reader
bold: lyrics
italics: flashbacks
bold italics: alternate reality
I got my driver's license last week Just like we always talked about 'Cause you were so excited for me To finally drive up to your house
you were beyond ecstatic. finally, you had your own freedom- a drivers license! you called your best friend, toni, to tell her the good news. she told you to go to pops chock’lit shoppe to celebrate, the place with the best milkshakes in all of america- or so you liked to believe.
you got to your destination and walked inside ready for a fun, but relaxing evening with your best friend. one that you had needed for a while. however when you walked inside there was a loud bang and people shouting ‘surprise’. shocked, you started laughing and ran to toni. of course, you were happy to see your serpent family celebrating a huge milestone in your life, but you were looking for the person who you had been missing the most. someone who was so excited for you to get your license so you could drive to his house instead of walk at night- sweet pea. sadly, you knew he wouldn’t be there. you had broken up two weeks ago and he would be with the, well what you serpents called the north side queen, josie mccoy.
after the party, that lasted way too long for your liking, you drove along the south side of riverdale. you claimed that you just wanted to get of feel of the car you had already been driving even before you were legally allowed to, but in reality, you wanted to see if he was home and if he was, was she with him. the answer to both of those questions happened to be yes, making your heart break on a day that it was supposed to make it rejoice.
But today I drove through the suburbs Crying 'cause you weren't around
a week had passed since you got your license and truly you were so thankful for being able to drive. you could clear your head, go to parties, have car sleepovers, which happened more often than many believed, and now that school had started- drive to school. since it was the start of a new school year meant you could meet new people and get your mind off of sweet pea, which was impossible to do. since your circle ran so closely.
every time the serpents were together, josie was always there with him. even in the most important and secretive meetings, she was there and no one seemed to care. things were worse at school, though. sweet pea no longer sat with you and your friends and almost every time you turned a corner, there they were all over each other. he was never this touchy with you and that hurt the worst. what did she have? ‘everything.’ you thought.
you, along with toni, fangs, cheryl, betty, archie, jughead, and veronica, sat in the commons area, talking and laughing. you wanted to laugh and have fun, but you just stared out the window at the two unlikely lovers.
“earth to y/n,” fangs, one of your best friends snapped his fingers in front of your face.
you shook your head, “sorry.”
“what’re you thinking about?” he furrowed his eyebrows.
“how are you guys so okay with this,” you pointed to sweet pea and josie, “i mean he doesn’t even talk to you guys when i’m around. how are you not hurting?” everyone turned to you, but fangs and toni looked at the ground.
“of course it hurts, but we weren’t involved with SP like you were, we didn’t have that connection with him, babe. however, that doesn’t mean i wouldn’t love to see them break up.” toni sighed. tears brimmed your eyes as you saw them laugh, like throwing their heads back type of laugh.
you picked up your stuff abruptly, accidentally hitting the window hard, “i just remembered that i have to go.”
everyone looked at you with confusion, except for sweet pea who looked a little bit guilty, but that expression didn’t last long.
getting into your car, you started to scream and cry. you let everything out. finally, you decided to go to yours and sweet pea’s favorite- scratch that, used to be favorite- spot. neither of you had been there since the breakup. it was on the north side of riverdale, in the woods. you two went there because to you, it felt like you guys didn’t belong to the wrong side of the tracks.
there was a little fort you guys built that had blankets, pillows, and a cooler. everything was in the same place, more run down and messy, but almost nothing had changed. it reflected you perfectly- broken with signs of him left around. the blankets and pillows reeked but you didn’t care. you snuggled into them, laying in the woods of the riverdale suburbs and cried. you cried until you feel asleep, your mind drifting into another memory.
And you're probably with that one girl Who always made me doubt She's so much better than me She's everything I'm insecure about
a meeting had been called at the whyte wyrm. you were dreading it but only because you were dreading seeing sweet pea and josie, but they never showed up. you hated that, which was weird. you thought that if they weren’t around you’d feel better, but you didn’t because at least when they were there you could see what was happening. you knew what they were doing, where they were and whatnot, but they were gone, you didn’t know anything now. which scared you more than seeing them together.
honestly, you weren’t surprised about him breaking up with you and going to her, you knew it was only a matter of time. she had clear skin, lived on the north side, could drive months before you could, she was taller, her hair was much prettier and fuller than yours, hell she could sing, and her body. her body was crafted by aphrodite herself. everything about her was desirable. and although you were trying to convince yourself that you were surprised, you weren't.
Yeah, today I drove through the south side 'Cause how could I ever love someone else?
today was the day of a bonfire. you had no idea why the serpents were throwing one, but they really didn’t need a reason. 4 weeks, 4 days, 19 hours, 10 minutes, and 50 seconds, that was how long you two had been broken up. you should’ve been over him by now.
“hey topaz, fogarty, y’all wanna get plastered?” you raised a cocky smile. this was the first thing you had said since you got there. the two looked at you, knowing this would be a bad idea, but you needed it.
“you’re so on, y/l/n!” Fangs jumped up and ran to get beers.
toni scooted closer to you and grabbed your hand, “hey, love, are you sure this is a good idea?”
“toni, it’s been almost 5 weeks, i should be over him!”
‘y/n, girl, you guys dated for more than two years, you shouldn’t be over him, not even close.” you shrugged her hand off.
“please, t, let me do this, i need this. plus it won’t take me long to get drunk, i am a lightweight!” you both laughed as fangs came back, arms full of beer.
“you ready, serpent goddess?” he eyed you.
toni looked at him with a lost look, “did you just call her ‘serpent goddess’?”
“uh yeah. what do your ears not work? she is the daughter of two of the most respected serpents and her family has been in the serpents the longest- she has a pure serpent bloodline.”
you smiled, “okaaay, fangs, i like that. prepare to lose to the serpent goddess.” you all laughed. unbeknownst to you, a dark-haired boy was looking at his old friends missing them, but mainly looking at you, wishing you could be friends again.
a few hours later and 5 beers down, you were drunk off your ass. so badly that you were flirting with almost everyone you saw. it was all fun and games until someone grabbed your butt.
“woah,” you shook your head looking around to see who did that.
“sorry, princess, ya jus look too good to not talk ta,” a random serpent smiled with ugly crooked teeth.
“um, don‘t, please.” you whispered to the ground.
“wha was that, ya’re gon have ta speak up,” he lifted your face.
“lea-”
“hey! you heard her, she said leave.” you were cut off by him. something you never expected. your eyes grew wide.
“wha’d ya say boy?”
“i said leave her alone, it’s not that hard.” by now everyone had stopped talking to look at what was unraveling before their eyes. FP started making his way to the center.
“what is going on?” the big man yelled.
“nothin’." the crooked smiled man snarled.
“that’s what i thought, y’all go back to doing what you were.” FP yelled to the crowd, making them disperse leaving the two of you alone in the middle.
“are you okay, y/n/n?” sweet pea went to grab your arm.
“i’m fine.” you dead panned, jerking your am away. he lifted his arms in surrender and walked away. you turned around wondering why he came to your rescue, of course you were thankful for that, but he hadn’t made a move to talk to you since the breakup.
And I know we weren't perfect but I've never felt this way for no one And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone Guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me 'Cause you said forever now I drive alone past your street
“shut up, sweet pea! you annoy the hell out of me!” you screamed at him.
“i annoy you? really? dude, imagine what it’s like to be with you! you are so whining all the time! that’s all you ever do! bro i am so tired of it.” he slammed his fist into the table. you flinched back, “did you just flinch? is that what you think of me, y/n? that i would hit you?”
“what- no- baby-”
“ya’know maybe we do need to break up. i think that’d be for the best.”
“what? no sweets, please-”
“leave. you can get your stuff tomorrow.” he faced the opposite direction. you were both crying, and despite your whole body screaming at you to run to him and stay, you turned around and left. something neither of you expected. something else that surprised you both was the fact that he didn’t run after you.
it had been a bad day, a really bad day. on top of the breakup, your parents were going through a rough patch. your dad would go on these drinking sprees. they never lasted more than 2 weeks, but what he did during those two weeks, only he knew, and he claimed he was too drunk to remember anything so you never knew what he did.
sweet pea normally helped you when your dad went wild. no one else knew, you didn’t want people to feel bad for you or think badly of your parents. you were, like fangs put it, the serpent goddess. you were one of the only people who had married parents that seemed to love each other, you lived in a house- not anything like the north side but a house nonetheless, your grades were exceptional and you were sitting in the top 5 of your class. everything on the outside made it seem like you were the ‘perfect’ south side girl. so there was no way anyone else could know.
you had just gotten home from school to find your dad gone and your mom bawling on the couch, which sucked. there was no way you could deal with that mess at the moment. this made the already terrible day, worse. but at least home had your bed and no one could pick on you like everyone at school had decided to do today. especially cheryl. although you were toni’s best friend, that never stopped the red head from treating you like scum.
finally you were in your room, able to sleep but you noticed crumbled up paper on your floor. your room was a mess, but this seemed out of place, mainly because you hadn’t seen it there before. confused, you started to unravel it when you saw the words, ‘my girl’. of course sweet pea copied it from the actual song, but he did because he knew how much you loved both the movie and song.
you had made up your mind, seeing him was your best option. you needed to know why he didn’t run after you when you broke up and why he saved you at the bonfire. getting in the car you kept on talking yourself up and saying that he wanted to talk too. so you drove to his house. thankfully, josie wasn’t there. you walked up to the door, then chickened out. no you couldn’t do that, it was too hard. however, it was like the universe wanted to laugh in your face, sweet pea opened the door.
“y/n/n?” he asked.
“sweet pea, hey.”
“what’re you doing here?”
you looked around, wondering what to do with your hands because they suddenly felt awkward and sweaty, “i shouldn’t have come, you’re probably on your way to see josie and i don’t want to keep you.” you turned around.
“hey, y/n, wait.”
“yes?” hope.
“please don’t, come here i mean. it’s rough for the both of us. and i know this has been really hard for you, so spare us both the pain.” and it was gone.
“are you serious right now? you’re hurting? sure.”
sweet pea rolled his eyes, “i know it doesn’t look like it, but i am.”
“are you sure,” you scoffed, “ because you seem to be real happy.”
“hey-”
“also why the hell did you get so protective of me at the bonfire?”
“because you were making a fool of yourself!”
tears rolled down your face and in the quietest voice, you said, “how are you so okay? because i’m not.”
“y/n/n-”
“don’t sweet pea! don’t call me that! i’m so sorry. i-i’m gonna go now.”
And all my friends are tired Of hearing how much I miss you but I kinda feel sorry for them 'Cause they'll never know you the way that I do
“y/n, get up,” toni yelled through the window in your room. it was sunday, days after you tried to confront sweet pea. you didn’t leave your room bed when someone called, you wouldn’t let someone in your room. it had pissed your mom off. when your dad was going through his phase, you were her rock, but now both you and your father were down in rabbit holes and she didn’t know how to fix it.
“no,” you croaked, too quiet, but toni still responded.
“you have to get up one day,” the pink-haired girl groaned.
“come on girl, lets go get milkshakes,” fangs yelled, too loud.
toni audibly hit his arm, “shut up dufus, she can hear you just fine.”
you just sighed, you hadn’t been talking or moving for days so your body and throat ached, but you could ignore the pain- it was a super power that everyone in riverdale possessed. finally you had noticed silence and prayed that it would stay that way, you weren’t ready to see people, but there your friends were kneeling before your bed with faces of pity. you didn’t even hear them come in, too engrosed in your thoughts.
you shook your head, avoiding eye contact with them, looking through them like they were glass. then the tears came again. you were surprised that you still had the water left in your body to cry. you literally hadn’t moved from the position you were in since you got in it. the bed fit around you perfectly, like it was engulfing you, whispering, “stay, i won’t hurt you. stay.” so you stayed.
crying and mourning the broken relationship 24/7 made you feel like your friends would get tired of you. you believed that soon enough they would leave you and honestly, you were thankful. the faster they left, the more you could hurt and get over it. right now was the perfect time to leave. yet, there was still a tiny part that had hoped they’d be with you every moment. luckily it was the latter.
taking a deep breath in, you whispered, “please don’t leave me.” your mouth betrayed your mind, but you didn’t care, you needed them with you.
Yeah, today I drove through the suburbs And pictured I was driving home to you
“hi baby! i’m home!” you shouted to your soon-to-be husband.
sweet pea came running around the corner to pick you up, “i have missed you so much, did you know that?”
smiling, you responded, “baby you are the definition of ‘golden retriever boyfriend’. i loved you.”
“i love you, too, pretty girl,” his expression turned serious, “seriously, everyday i see you a-and your beauty just amazes me. i truly am so lucky. some would even say, the luckiest man in the world.”
“you are too good to me, mr. sweet pea.”
he licked your face, becoming playful again, “i know, mrs. sweet pea.”
“eww,” you tried to wiggle from his grip, “this is what i mean by golden retriever boyfriend, you’re a dog!”
“oh baby girl, i can show you dog,” he winked. you made a disgusted face.
“absolutely not.” you both laughed.
“i can’t wait until you come home to me everyday,” he whispered, dragging you to the couch.
confused, you said, “i already do.”
“no, no, i mean like- when we’re married and we can leave this place and move to a beautiful city. a real home.”
“sweet pea, i don’t care where we go. you are my home.”
Red lights Stop signs I still see your face In the white cars Front yards
Can't drive past the places We used to Go to 'Cause I still fucking love you, babe
it felt like you’d hit every single red light on the way home from school. which of course it wasn’t that many, but sitting in your car felt like forever. you looked out the window to see a white bmw. this reminded you of sweet pea, who told you how it was his favorite car and that he wanted to buy one someday. then you saw his face, in the driver's side of the car. the license plate read, ‘SerPent’. clever. of course, next to him was the girl you wanted so badly to hate, and kind of did- josie mccoy.
he parked and ran over to her door, opening it and bowing, like a knight. something he never cared to do for you. she had a cute little picnic basket hanging on one of her arms and a blanket on the other. he grabbed the blanket and sat it down on the beautiful green grass, making you realize it was the front of josie’s house. her house was huge, definitely more than two stories. it was white all around with those roman columns supporting the balcony on the second floor. it amazed you and no doubt amazed him, too.
the curly-haired girl looked at you and smiled, giving a little wave. you just nodded your head, and drove away when the light finally turned green. you went to the old drive-in movie that closed down a while back. this was the first place you ever had sex. it was the best night of your life. opening up to sweet pea about your non-existent sex life took months, so when you were redy to have sex with him, he was slow and sweet- passionate. you were thankful it closed down because him sharing the only thing that the two of you had left with someone would kill you. that was your experience with him. yours.
Sidewalks We crossed I still hear your voice In the traffic We're laughing Over all the noise God, I'm so blue Know we're through But I still fucking love you, babe
“baaaaaabyyyyy,” sweet pea cried out. you two were in toni’s truck getting back from a date in greendale, currently stuck in traffic. “baby please look at me.”
you ignored him and looked out at the window. you were pissed at him for getting into another fight before you left the restaraunt.
“y/n, look, baby, i truly am sorry-”
“save it, sweet pea,” you deadpanned. of course, right when you wanted to be angry, your favorite song turned on. sweet pea smiled and turned the volume up way too loud. then, in an effort to make you laugh, he started belting out the words, messing up multiple times.
‘haha! see, y/n/n, i see you smiling over there!”
“shut up, whore,” you laughed. he tickled your sides as you begged for him to stop. finally, he did.
“hey, but in all seriousness, i am sorry, but i swear i’ve been working on it.”
“i know, my love, and i’m so proud of you,” you kissed his cheek.
then he grabbed your chin, pulling you back to kiss his lips, “i love you, pretty girl.”
“i love you, too.”
'Cause you said forever now I drive alone past your street Yeah, you said forever now I drive alone past your street
father pea <3:
‘foreverrrrrr, i promise. rat’
you looked at your messages with sweet pea. the last text between you too in 7 weeks. you let out a chuckle at his name. remembering how he asked you to him daddy, but you couldn’t do it without laughing, thinking about saying, ‘ father pea’ instead.
“i love you, too. rat,” you cried, in a small voice, “forever.”
#sweet pea#sweet pea x reader#riverdale#sweet pea x you#sweet pea x y/n#sweet pea imagine#drivers license#angst#sweet pea fanfiction
55 notes
·
View notes
Text
Are you, I don’t know, jealous
Okay, so I realized I have a huge crush on Eddie Munson, like?? Anyway, I am going to write this about him. This story doesn’t relate at all to the ST4 storyline, so there shouldn’t be any spoilers. Except for Chrissy asking for drugs However, just to be safe, if you haven’t seen ST4, beware.
And I was wondering if I should do an o/c character x someone but idk. I was thinking of names and chlamydia popped into my head?? tf. Anyways, enjoy :)
Also, I got a new computer so everything is capitalized and I hate it so, just know, it is not by choice. I read through everything, so there shouldn't be any mistakes, but who knows. LMK if y'all want more! Thanks, babes 😘
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE STRANGER THINGS CHARACTERS OR THE STORYLINE. I ALSO DON’T OWN ANY OF THE PICTURES OF GIFS USED!!
Mentions: Chrissy, hellfire club, Dustin, Mike, Eddie (obvi)
Meanings of abbreviations: y/n- your name, y/l/n- your last name, y/m/n- your middle name, y/ms/n- your mother’s name, y/d/n- your dad’s name, y/b/n- your brother’s name, y/s/n- your sister’s name, y/n/n- your nick name.
!⚠️TW⚠️!: strong language, mentions of a broken leg, mentions of drug use
Word count: 1258 I think
Type of fic: angst, fluffy
Eddie Munson x reader
Italics: flashback
There he was, your hot as fuck boyfriend standing all the way across the cafeteria from you, which wasn’t a problem until you saw her. You stared holes into his head, watching him flirt with hawkins high school’s very own chrissy cunningham.
“Yo, y/n, you good?” Mike asked. You weren’t really close with the members of the hellfire club, despite you being one, but Mike, Lucas, and Dustin were chill. Of course, they were annoying, but what freshman wasn’t.
You continued to stare at eddie as he twirled the cheerleader, her skirt flying up in the process, “never better, why?”
“I don’t know, you just seem like you could smack a bitch.”
“I could smack a few actually,” you finally looked at the boy. He looked terrified as he scooted away.
“You know, y/n, jealousy is not your color. It’s not your anything really,” Dustin commented, his smile turning into a from as you raised your fist.
“Listen here, toothless, I'm gonna fuck you up if you make another one of those ‘jokes’. Understood?”
Dustin nodded his head as he turned to Mike to talk about something you didn’t care for. So you turned your head back to your boyfriend and Chrissy.
Only people in the hellfire club knew about your past with Chrissy. You two were best friends coming into high school due to the fact that you had both tried out for the cheerleading squad your 8th-grade year. Since y'all had both made it, you thought it might bring you closer. Still, she had always been jealous of you. You were skinny and fit, with long, curly blonde hair. Your teeth were naturally straight and white. Basically, you were perfect (like everyone in every fanfic ever lol).
So when you were chosen to be a flyer, it was no surprise. This pissed Chrissy off seeing as she was your secondary base. Then, the other girls started being mean to her, and not you. You were becoming popular, fast, leaving Chrissy to fend for herself. You admitted that it was shitty, leaving her for everyone to make fun of, but you were finally on top. It wasn’t until one day, during practice, that Chrissy decided she’d had enough.
While you were doing a complicated stunt, and had to solely rely on your secondary base, Chrissy had let go, leaving you to fall on one foot, breaking your leg. Everyone else screamed and ran to get help, while she stayed and told you:
“this is what you get, bitch.”
After that, you were no longer popular. You had become what most dreaded to be: an outcast. While Chrissy had taken your spot as a flyer.
To say you were livid to see your boyfriend, not only with her but flirting, was an understatement. Therefore, you did what you thought was best. You picked up your tray full of nasty ass food, walked over to them, and dumped all of your food on the both of them.
“Damnit! What the fuck, y/n?” Eddie yelled.
“Yeah, what the fuck?” Chrissy looked at her now dirty and stained cheer uniform.
“Oh! So sorry, I must’ve tripped or maybe I didn’t see where I was going? Shit, I can’t remember the excuse I wanted to use.” you shrugged.
Before anyone else could say anything, your boyfriend grabbed your arm, “Y/n, we need to talk now.”
“Yeah you fuckin’ skank,” Chrissy’s boyfriend Jason said.
You turned around with a red face, “Oh I’m the skank?! Keep your bitch in check, she’s been getting around last I heard!”
That’s when all hell broke loose, Chrissy ran up to you and hit you square in the jaw. You stumbled back as you saw 'Ms. Perfect' start a fight. You almost laughed, but then you remembered this bitch just hit you.
(a.n. i love this line so i’m gonna use it!)
“You stupid, fucking bitch. I’m gonna fuck you up!” You screamed. At this time you two had started throwing punches and insults. Finally, Eddie detained you, while Chrissy’s boyfriend grabbed her.
“Ask your boyfriend what he was doing last night with me last night! Yeah? See what he says!” She screamed as Jason pulled her away, making you spit the biggest loogie you had on her face.
Now, you were in Eddie's truck driving to his house. Everything was dead silent as you stared out the window. Both of you pissed at the other.
"What the fuck, y/n? I don't get why you would do that?" Eddie finally looked at you. That wasn't what got you, it was the disappointed look on his face.
Tears filled your eyes as everything hit you, "please don't talk to me," you got out of the truck and walked inside. You debated on what to do next, should you get high as fuck so you weren't mad? Should you go to sleep? Or should you go ho- no, you should not go home.
It had taken Eddie a few minutes to follow you inside. He was expecting you to be searching for weed, but instead, he saw you standing still, tears spilling out of your eyes.
You weren't one to cry very often, so Eddie was surprised. He came up behind you to give you a hug. But you swiveled around to face him, you wanted to look angry, but you could tell it didn't work. His face had pity written all over it.
"Man, you know I hate her. How could you?"
"Baby, please, believe me, we didn't do anything."
"Then why? Why were y'all together last night or whatever? Why were you flirting with her today?" by now, you were exhausted, you just wanted to sleep, you didn't have any more fucks to give.
"She wants drugs, sweet girl. She said she's been going through shit and needed someone who wouldn't judge her. I don't know, it just seemed serious," although you still had your suspicions, eddie wasn't the type to cheat. Plus, he sounded genuinely concerned.
You stared at him, looking for a sign that he might've been lying, but you didn't see one, "If you're lying- just please don't. It's going to be a lot easier on both of us if you break up with me instead of cheat,"
Eddie grabbed your arms and wrapped them around your neck as he snuggled his head in yours,
"You're the love of my life. The only person who has ever truly loved me... I-I don't know what I'd do. Please don't hurt me."
You felt butterfly-like kisses on your neck, "Y/n, listen, I would never purposefully hurt you. I could never do that. I am so sorry I didn't tell you, she begged me not to."
Your breathing slowed as you looked at him. You knew you looked awful, your face was all red and blotchy, and your breath probably smelt bad from crying so hard. But the way Eddie looked at you, made you feel like you were the most stunning woman in the world.
"Y/n, can I ask you something?" Eddie picked you up to take you to the room for a nap.
"Yes, baby."
"Were you, I don't know, jealous?" he had a mischievous smile plastered on his dumb, beautiful face.
"I fucking hate you. I deserve multiple bowls after today," you laid on the bed.
"Bad girls don't get things they want, but I will make an exception this time."
"Thank you, E, I love you."
"I love you, too, crazy girl."
#eddie x reader#eddie#eddiemunson#eddie x y/n#eddie x you#stranger things#angst with a happy ending#fluffy#eddie fluff#eddie munson#angst#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson angst
20 notes
·
View notes
Text
Today in Black Excellence: Shirley Chisholm, the first African American—and the first woman—to seek nomination for President.
“I want history to remember me... not as the first black woman to have made a bid for the presidency of The United States, but as a black woman who lived in the 20th century and who dared to be herself. I want to be remembered as a catalyst for change in America.”
—Shirley Chisholm
Chisholm wanted to be remembered as a “catalyst for change.” What did she do?
Shirley Anita Chisholm was a politician, educator, and writer. There would be no Barack Obama or Kamala Harris without her—she was a trailblazer in every sense of the word.
Citing her “double-handicap” of being a Black woman, Chisholm initially rejected a political career but became increasingly engaged in fighting racial and gender inequality. She eventually joined the Democratic Party in Bedford-Stuyvesant, Brooklyn, winning a seat in the United States Congress in 1968, and becoming the first Black woman to do so.
What did she achieve in politics?
With a seat at the table, “Fighting Shirley” introduced over 50 pieces of legislation on behalf of the poor, protesting racial and gender inequality. She became a fierce critic of the Vietnam War when opposition to the war was considered radical. Her outspoken assault on injustice earned her few friends in the white political establishment.
While campaigning for the 1972 primaries, Chisholm was allowed only one speech in televised debates and was otherwise blocked from participation. Despite this, students, women, and minorities proved loyal supporters: In 12 primaries, she garnered 152 (10%) of delegates’ votes, despite a poorly financed campaign and widespread political hostility.
The 1972 primaries also displayed her remarkable character, when she chose to visit racist and segregationist Governor George Wallace of Alabama in hospital after a failed assassination attempt.
After retiring from Congress in 1983, Chisholm taught at Mount Holyoke College and co-founded the National Political Congress of Black Women.
Original portrait by Tumblr Creatr @banana-peppers
“It was an honor to create a piece celebrating Shirley Chisholm. She was the first Black woman elected to Congress and to seek a major party nomination for presidency. Her trailblazing career is truly inspiring and I wanted to capture her power, her bravery and her magic. Her motto Unbought and Unbossed implores us to forge our own path no matter what obstacles try to stand in our way."
—@banana-peppers
7K notes
·
View notes
Text
can we just demolish the whole conception/idea that “Y/N” is white, thin, or even female? they are called imagines for a reason — let people imagine themselves in their own unique way.
78 notes
·
View notes
Text
literally sienna needs to go to jail. being cancelled with a ruined reputation isn’t enough. that shit is sick and i feel awful for jack.
36 notes
·
View notes
Text
To all the teenagers following me that don’t hear it from their parents: I’m proud of you.
303K notes
·
View notes
Text
some writing advice nobody asked for
- figure out why you write. is it a hobby? is it something you want to become your career? do you have intentions of going to print? then you'll have a better idea of what advice you need.
- experiment with scheduling versus writing whenever you fancy it. i'm reading on writing by stephen king right now for uni and he says that he sets himself a goal of writing 2,000 words a day. he gives a lot of good advice about writing but i won't put it all here because then it won't be my writing advice lol, but one thing he says is to get into a room with a closed door and no distractions (unplug the tv, turn off your phone/wifi etc), sit down, and do not leave that room until you have your 2,000 words. i did this in the final week of writing my novel and it worked wonders, even though i'm not usually the kind of person to start a writing session with a wc goal in mind!
- don't show people the first draft. this exists solely for you. show them the second, or maybe the third. the first draft's job is just to exist, not to be by any means brilliant. don't introduce unnecessary pressure or doubt by showing people the rough work (unless obviously this is your agent/editor because it's kind of what your job together is)
- try not to get too bogged down by the driving plot or clear arcs/ideas at first. people will tell you different things, so really it's about figuring out what works with your personal writing style, but in my experience i start with a vague idea or atmosphere, maybe a character or two. when i start with a central plot point (i.e. "i want this group of students to end up involved in a murder"), even if i do stick to that, the plot will grow and expand itself as you write. what began as the big, main, central part, becomes just one little part of a huge, rich plot. it's true when people say that books like to write themselves - your final draft will most likely look absolutely nothing like your original plan or even your whole first draft, and that's what i absolutely love about the craft.
- and finally, listen to more radiohead. alternately put "something in the way" by nirvana on loop. just trust me.
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
i’m married to my besties 💖
You’re married to your phone background/lockscreen how fucked are you
247K notes
·
View notes
Text
i broke mom’s toe 🥲
your gravestone is marked with the last text you sent. what does it say?
mine would say 'pls no'
@youngreckless @iambecomeyourvillain @brekkercookie @im-someone-i-guess @black-like-my-soul @tamaraheartz @my-archerboy @ninacarstairss @tamaraheartz
2K notes
·
View notes
Note
are u happy or sad or angry or what?
i'm definitely what
56K notes
·
View notes
Text
MASTERLIST
this is in no particular order! *WE DO NOT OWN THE GIFS OR PICTURES OR ANY PERSON WE WRITE FOR*
jasper hale:
20 seconds (angst with fluff)
eddie munson:
Are you, I don't know, jealous (angst with fluff)
sweet pea:
i drive alone past your street (angst)
4 notes
·
View notes