#IT'S 1989 TV DAY BABY!

[awalkoflife-arc]

bradley 'rooster' bradshaw + avigail 'karma' baker.

( ft. @awalkoflife and @ltkarma )

A STUDY IN ; soulmate separation / trauma fuelled by the grief of love and loss / a life of service and a legacy to fulfil / the unyielding force of the ocean / the vastness of the sky / the serendipity of showing up just in time / trusting that your wildest dreams will find you again / realising that the ghosts of your past aren't meant to haunt you forever / the process of healing your heart.

© @multi-royalty

[aqpippin]

[lnfours]

paradise on earth | l.n

summary: summer in love.

warnings: smau, actress!reader, obx cast, fluff, language, lando is 100% whipped, might make this a mini series idk yet

face claim: steph bohrer

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obx

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another summer with our favorite pogues ☀️ season 3 coming to netflix soon

200,922 comments

y/ny/l/n

poguelandiaaaaa 🫶🏻

obx

we love u 🩷

netflix

looking forward to this one! 🤩

madisonbaileybabe

P4L 🤍

obx

our queen kie 🥹🥹🫶🏻

y/ny/l/n

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another summer with my favorite humans 🌊 season 3 is coming to u super soon 🩷

302,827 comments

madisonbaileybabe

my heart ❤️ i love love love you

not pictured: y/n watching f1 between takes

y/ny/l/n

i love you most 😚

and don’t expose me 😔

danielricciardo

is it too late to get a cameo in season 3?

y/ny/l/n

netflix can we get a drive to survive x obx collab??

netflix

on it 🫡

landonorris

can i partake?? i’m the one who showed you this show 😔

y/ny/l/n

no loser

madisonbaileybabe

i can’t do this anymore

landonorizz04

LANDO???????

obxxf1stan

she’s one of us 🫶🏻

landonorris

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beep beep 🚙

203,882 comments

mclaren

landoooooo

quadrant

boss whippin it in the jolly 😮‍💨

y/ny/l/n

how much for a ride, mr. uber driver? 🤔

landonorris

free if you get me a cameo 😌

landonorizz

LANDO FLIRTING????

madisonbaileybabe

y/ny/l/n i support

liked by landonorris

y/ny/l/n

ihy stfu

y/ny/l/n

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filming is wrapped which means i get to stay in bed all day

390,432 comments

madisonbaileybabe

hottie

y/ny/l/n

let’s get married

madisonbaileybabe

say less.

landonorris

😴 <- you

y/ny/l/n

🤓 <- you

landonorris

lies

lnfourupdates

liked by y/ny/l/n and 1,083 others

lando in charleston today!

89 comments

fan1

charleston???

fan2

his obx cameo dream might be coming true

dannyricscowgirl

i don’t think he wants the cameo as much as he wants y/n

boxboxcl6

ur so right.

username004

did i miss something? 🤨

maxsrichbabydaddy

he 100% has a crush on y/n

y/ny/l/n

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breakfast and dinner

1,003,444 comments

landonorris

no pic creds? 😔

y/ny/l/n

sorry 😬

madisonbaileybabe

get away from my wife landonorris 🤺

landonorris

can you fight???

madisonbaileybabe

yes i can 😤

georgerussell63

how romantic, almost like you two are a couple or something 🤨

landonorris

???!??

lewishamilton

that nighttime sky tho 🤩

landonorris

i’m not lookin at the sky tho 😅

y/ny/l/n

😳 errrrr

mclarenfan0481

LANDO?

georgerussellsmerc

oh i fear he just exposed himself

lando.jpg

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summer on film 📷☀️

tagged: y/ny/l/n

1,004,772 comments

y/ny/l/n

my personal photographer 🫶🏻

landonorris

oh so that’s what i am to u 😔

danielricciardo

HAHAHAHA

oscarpiastri

is that baguette good tho? y/ny/l/n

y/ny/l/n

‘twas exquisite 😮‍💨

madisonbaileybabe

🥺 stop

y/ny/l/n

🥹 crying.

charles_leclerc

glad ur having a good holiday!! ❤️

landonorris

you too, mate 🥺❤️

georgerussell63

so, like, was i right or..?

landonorris

cannot confirm or deny 😌

maxfewtrell

confirmed: he’s down bad.

georgerussell63

KNEW IT.

landonorris

??!?!?!?

y/ny/l/n

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1989 tv - track 17 - verse 2

456,987 comments

madisonbaileybabe

🥺 i’ll cry

y/ny/l/n

🥺🥺🫶🏻🫶🏻

landonorris

my book worm 🧡

danielricciardo

WAIT YOU FINALLY ASKED HER?????

oscarpiastri

finally after all that yappin 😩

y/ny/l/n

#4 on the track but #1 in my heart, baby!! 😤

georgerussell63

WHY COULDN’T YOU HAVE TOLD ME??????

landonorris

bc u would’ve blabbed 😬

georgerussell63

fair, actually

hichasestokes

FINALLY!! now i fear she won’t stop talking about you even more now landonorris

rudeth

i second that, she was actually insufferable

y/ny/l/n

stfu???? 😐

landonorris

sorry. but, i’m also not 😅

carlos_sainz55

she’s also all he would talk about if it makes you feel any better hichasestokes rudeth

landonorris

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what’s that song from grease? something about summer loving? idk..

393,440 comments

lewishamilton

ok fine this is adorable

landonorris

thank u lew lew 🥺🫶🏻

lewishamilton

i told u not to call me that

y/ny/l/n

MET A BOY! CUTE AS CAN BE!!!

landonorris

she thinks i’m cute 🥹🥹

maxfewtrell

so does like.. half the population, mate

landonorris

yea but she’s the only one that matters 😌

y/ny/l/n

🥺🥺🥺🥺

madisonbaileybabe

🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺

BACK! AWAY!

landonorris

NO 😤

fan1

i love how they’re both fighting for her love

oscarpiastri

didn’t think you were a grease kinda guy

y/ny/l/n

he wasn’t until i made him sit down and watch it 😌

danielricciardo

you have taste. i like you.

landonorris

hey, i have taste !

oscarpiastri

.. no

y/ny/l/n

hey! you’re so pretty! it 100% makes up for ur lack of taste! 🥰

danielricciardo

uuuuuhhhhhhh 😅

pierregasly

crickets …

alex_albon

LMFAO that’s actually funny

charles_leclerc

sorry, mate..

landonorris

OH COME ON.

[mvltisstuff]

HI!! i was wondering if you could do a buck fic to where they’re working at the 118 and he just randomly starts getting really needy - like arms wrapped around reader’s shoulders and walking (waddling rlly..) while still holding onto them. then like a cute little cuddle session at home where he talks abt how he wants to marry reader and just talks about the future.

THANK YOU!!!!!!

clean - e.b

summary: request

evan buckley x reader

gif from @housewifebuck

a/n: guys!!! i love this i can’t wait for a new buck in s7 :)) anyway, 1989 TV SO SOON GUYS WTF, it feels like yesterday was red tv 😧

the lightning had taken care of the other fires in buck. he was different, and he couldn’t tell if he hated it or loved it at first.

the man he was was reckless and like a shiny new toy for someone to play with. he allowed people to string him along and pull at his arms until he did what they wanted. it almost felt like his purpose, to be a prop for everyone else.

he thought y/n would leave him soon after the strike. everyone else liked to do the same thing. his parents giving up on him after his youthful mistakes, abby fleeing because he wasn’t enough for her, aly fearing her future with him. he thought y/n would crack under the pressure of almost losing someone like buck, now he hates himself for second guessing her.

he started to appreciate the smallest things in his girlfriend. the softness of her words, the light reflection of sun in her eyes, the cotton-like skin on her hands as they grazed over it. he almost didn’t want to face her after the accident, but she was clutching onto his hand when he woke up. and, there hasn’t been a day where she hasn’t reminded him that she’s going nowhere.

she knew bucks scars as she watched them all get handed to him. she knew how silently fragile he was. he could see it clearly in her as well, noticing each fear of hers and the love she’s pushed away. it was foreign to both of them, the tenderness of each other.

it’s been years since they began dating, and somehow every day is brand new with them. y/n doesn’t ever believe that buck has something to make up. but, he thinks so. he’s been spending years begging for love, and now he has it. now, he wants to show the world what he has after it tried to strip him of everything.

it doesn’t matter how long a shift was, when buck was back to work, every free moment was spent on her heels. he used to go through work, only looking around to see who maybe looked at him. now, he looks forward to see his girl waiting for him wherever he may be.

today was no different, y/n was stocking the engine full of brand new supplies from the new shipment. the trucks glazed red popped out from her perfect polishing on the sides.

“this truck looks almost as good as you,” buck whispers, placing his hand on the side of her waist, making her jump in place.

“and what are you supposed to be doing right now?” she teases back.

“taking it easy, like you and bobby told me!”

“so you come and flirt with your already girlfriend? professional hours baby, remember?”

“those are boring, though. i just want to take you home and never leave.” he sighs, placing his chin on her head.

“just a few more hours, i believe in you!” she encourages, making him smirk and land his lips on her cheek, running away like a little kid.

y/n stood with buck at the island of the kitchen, smelling over bobby’s new dishes that he had prepared for the team. he made several things for a feast amongst everyone, getting a well deserved break.

she could practically feel buck breathing on her neck as he peered over her shoulder. normally, someone doing that would be insufferable, but buck makes it seem normal. it makes her smile, knowing how close he always wishes to be.

“if i didn’t know any better i’d think you were conjoined twins.” chimney takes a turn at his own joke, trying not to laugh at himself. he gets a smile from y/n, but the fakest look you ever did see from buck.

“i’m gonna slap you and i hope it shocks you.” buck snaps back, half joking but also half annoyed as well. chimney takes his plate and scurries away.

buck makes two plates as y/n grabs them drinks from the fridge, moving over to place it in the seat next to her. before she can even think about sitting, buck slightly runs into her with his hip. he places the plates down perfectly on the mats before pulling her chair out. she gazes at him, noticing the cheesy grin on his lips. the team stops to notice his abruptness on pulling out her chair, and kissing her head as she sits.

as the dinner closes, and the sun dips lower, the calls come in slower. luckily, the shift is just ending, so it’s just buck and y/n left in the kitchen as she scrubs away at a bowl. he sneaks up behind her, grabbing a dish to dry from her.

“hi, honey,” he says, looking down at her.

“hi, buck,” she smiles back, noticing the excitement on his face just getting to be near her. “do you wanna talk?”

“about what?”

“i just want to make sure you’re okay, baby,” her kindness and concern comes through her angelic voice, buck almost getting distracted by the sound of her.

“i’m fine!” he replies. “just been thinkin’”

“we can talk about it if you’d like.”

“maybe later, i just can’t wait for us to go home together.” he dries the plate as y/n scoops them all up, buck wrapping his arms around her waist and tucking his face into her neck. he locks his fingers together and rests them on her belly. she just giggles, waddling over to the cabinet where she slides the dishes in. it would’ve been easier if she wasn’t like a tree to a sloth, but easier isn’t always for the best.

the car ride home in his truck was nothing less than romantic. his hand was rested on her thighs the whole time if it wasn’t on the gear shift or the wheel. she practically had to keep touching him somehow to make him keep his eyes on the road.

when the duo finally arrived at home, she looked over at buck and could tell how sleepy he was. his eyes told her everything, and she can read him like a book now that she’s admired him for so long. “hey, go shower and come back down here.”

buck agrees, taking a quick shower and changing into some more comfortable clothes. when he walks back down the stairs, he can smell the sweetener of his favorite tea wafting through the living room, as y/n sits down in her soft sweater and places the mugs on the couch. they’re matching LAFD mugs that y/n’s parents bought for them. she turned on reruns of new girl as she moved to grab a blanket from the basket, leaning against the arm of the couch.

“come on,” she sweetly curls his lips up at him, signaling for him to come lay with her. he happily obliges, going to sit between her legs on his side, the side of his face buried into y/n’s warm chest.

the tightness of her arms wrapped around him eases any weight of the day or stress on his body. he lets himself relax in her hold, knowing she’ll keep him safe from whatever might come his way next.

one of her arms is rubbing his back as the other cups his face as he appears to be intently watching the show, but he’s not.

he thinks of small y/n and buck mixes running around a small house in los angeles, the sun shining through the curtains early in the morning. he thinks of the smell of ice cream and the reflection of the moon on the windows as they get ready for bed. he thinks of a warm vacation with a shining rock on her ring finger.

“i can’t wait to see you in a big, white dress,” he mumbles into her shirt, smiling just at the thought of seeing her on a carpet, walking down an isle to greet him.

“what is going on in that mind of yours?” she teases, brushing her fingers through his hair.

“i just- i don’t want anyone else but you,” he begins. “you could’ve ran. you could’ve left me in the dark, but you didn’t. you’re the only person who hasn’t done that to me. i trust you, and i know you won’t. it’s my turn to show you that i’m here to stay, and that we’re forever.”

“listen,” she starts next, the clear adoration in her eyes. “i would lay on this couch, all day, every day, if it meant you’d come back to me. id do anything, and literally anything, to spend the rest of my life with you. im sorry for every other woman who can’t be with a man like you.”

he doesn’t know how to compete with sentences like that. it feels brand new, even though she tells him all the time. it feels different after the lightning strike. someone above tried so hard to ruin the best things he had going on, but he pulled through. he wants to think he’s strong on his own, but buck knows he wouldn’t be here if y/n wasn’t next to him. if she hasn’t picked up the pieces that everyone left behind, if she hadn’t taken the time to put him back together.

now, buck barely thinks of all the shit that’s happened to him. how could he, when the future is definite right in front of him? he used to just assume his life would be the same forever, but y/n’s flashlight guided him out of the cave he was in. he sleeps in her arms without a fear that she’ll disappear from him, and without a fear that things are out for him.

[ldrfanatic]

Slytherin Boys as 1989 Songs

+ bonus! the slytherin boys as romance tropes

I decided to shake this one up a bit and do all happy love songs

here's 1989 (tv ofc); which taylor swift album should i do next?

(mattheo riddle, draco malfoy, theo nott, lorenzo berkshire)

slytherin boys masterlist works

mattheo riddle as I Know Places

best lyric(s) - "let them say what they want we won't here it" + "love's a fragile little flame it could burn out" + "just grab my hand and don't ever drop it"

trope - enemies to lovers :)

mattheo w a crush - in love, mattheo is somewhere in the middle between being sappy and just straight up insulting you. not like calling you ugly or anything but like "damn i didn't know it was possible to mess up such an easy spell" like kind of teasing. he's one of those guys that will be mean at first and then be like playfully mean and then finally, will start being nice to you but only sometimes. he just thinks you're adorable when you're angry.

mattheo as a boyfriend - now as a boyfriend, mattheo still teases the hell out of you but god forbid literally anyone else does bc he'll kill them. like actually. also the pair of you go through a little bit of a rough patch during the war and he keeps telling you that you have to stay way from him but secretly, he's really happy that you never actually listen to him because he doesn't know what he would do without you. he just kind of ignores all the whispers and hogwarts becomes your guys' like safe little happy love bubble.

draco malfoy as Out of the Woods

best lyric(s) - "the rest of the world was black and white, but we were in screaming color" + "when you started crying baby i did too, when the sun came up i was looking at you" + "I walked out I said 'i'm setting you free' but the monsters turned out to be just trees"

trope - everyone can see it except for you

draco w a crush - I think draco would be the kind of guy that actively avoided his crush. like if you were sitting in the very front of transfigurations, he was sitting in the absolute furthers corner in the back. If you were going on the hogsmeade trip, he was begging his friends would leave him to simmer in his affections for you. he's just so nervous and so certain you'll dislike him that he'd rather not talk to you at all. when he finally does work up the courage, he's extremely happy and like eternally grateful that you'd give him a chance.

draco as a boyfriend - i do think though that draco is not always the best at communicating just because he always wants everything to be so perfect and he doesn't want there to be anything that he says that could make you resent him so he'd rather not say anything at all. obv, this doesn't work out well for him cause like... communicating w you is so essential. y'all get into arguments fairly regularly but you always end up making up because he's always just creating those demons in his head and it's almost never that serious.

theodore nott as Suburban Legends

best lyric(s) - "you were so magnetic it was almost obnoxious" + "when you hold me, it holds me together and you kiss me in a way that's gonna screw me up forever" + "you'd be more than a chapter in my old diaries with the pages ripped out"

trope - hopeless romantic

theo w a crush - I think with a crush theo would be the kind of guy that just simps like a mf. like you need someone to carry your books, he's there, why would you even try to carry them yourself? just let him take care of it. or like, when you're not feeling well and you might need to spend a few days in the hospital wing, while you're sleeping theo sneaks in and leaves the notes for the classes you missed as well as your favorite sweets and flowers. (one time when michael corner made you cry, he beat the snot out of him and then the next day left this huge teddy bear outside your door with the note "y/n, that douchebag sucks. -tn")

theo as a boyfriend - theo's simp nature carries over when he's a bf so he's super freaking caring. he does literally everything for you. he'll brush your hair when you get out of the shower if you ask. or if you're like me and you have like thicker ethnic hair, he'll ask you to show him how to do your hair so that he can do it for you. he's also one of those guys that's like casually dominant. like hand on your lower back in a crowd, opening your doors, reaching up and grabbing things from the top shelf for you. naturally protective in the sense of like he always wants to sleep closest to the door in case something happens and like is also always making sure you eat and get enough water.

lorenzo berkshire as "Slut!"

lyric(s) - "and if i'm gonna be drunk, i might as well be drunk in love" + "and i break down then he's pulling me in. in a world of boys he's a gentleman" + "got love struck went straight to my head"

trope - friends to lovers

enzo w a crush - enzo is the kind of guy who's not afraid to be in love. he actually loves it. he loves having someone to compliment and shower in gifts and win over. where mattheo would tease you, draco would avoid you, and theo would lose himself in you, enzo is the guy who would bring you inexplicable joy and make sure you knew that it was him that was bringing you joy. not to say that he wouldn't do sweet gestures and such but he's the sort of guy that will make you his best friend and then make you fall in love with him.

enzo as a boyfriend - because of this, you and enzo are like those like childhood friends turned lovers type of thing. he just knows you so well and the love between you two comes so easily. he makes it his personal mission to make you smile at least once a day. as your boyfriend, he's just really playful. things like pillow fights and tickle fights. he's also that boyfriend that will do all those little stupid tiktok trends with you but like really energetically and not just like half-assed bc if it's gonna make you smile, he's going all in.

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[kiss-me-muchoo]

𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈’𝐦 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧 || 𝐉𝐨𝐞𝐥 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲_ Joel and Ellie were your little family. Until life made them believe you abandoned them. Now, back in Jackson, seems like they’ll never forgive you. But by Halloween, you’re clean from them. 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬/𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬_ Halloween themed, post-season 1 (Jackson era), asshole!Joel, mean!Ellie, sweetie pie!reader, lovers to enemies, angst, our baby reader is basically bullied by Ellie (luv her sorry), since I’m anemic, reader is anemic too (like in my series lol), mentions of poor health in general. 𝐀/𝐍_ in honor of 1989 TV coming, part 1 is clean, if this doesn’t flop, out of the woods is part two.

My Pedrito playlist || index (+ fics here) || bookstagram acc

The doors of Jackson rarely opened, besides when patrol happened. And when they did for another reason, two things usually happened: gossiping and big news.

Well, not always. But for most of the time, that’s how it worked. For Joel, it didn’t matter a lot. Ever since he came back to Jackson with Ellie, he had changed. Well, again, not a lot. He remained serious, reserved, and a man of few words. Except with Ellie, he hadn’t accepted it out loud, but he was some paternal figure to the kid.

And the maternal figure was long gone; You.

A young sweet woman who appeared in Kansas looking for medicines. Who made Ellie happier and safer until she gained Joel’s trust.

And who made him almost fall in love.

Almost, because you decided to abandon Ellie and ignore what Joel pleaded you to do; take Ellie to the Fireflies along Tommy the first time you three came to Jackson.

That night, Ellie cried and yelled at him, but she was beyond angry with you. She called you a liar, weak, selfish, and other hurtful things. Then Joel also let his rage out on you. He said a lot of things, but saying you weren’t brave, and that he should’ve never trusted you…that kept reminiscing in his head occasionally. Maybe he could’ve handled everything better, but that didn’t change anything.

The next morning, when you came to the stable to say goodbye, you left a mess of sobs and tears.

Two words finally shattered you; shameless coward.

And the two ignored something for months till the present; They never gave you the chance to explain what was happening.

When they came back, you were gone. Joel didn’t ask, and neither did Ellie. They both questioned it, especially the girl.Joel rarely thought about you. But when he did, he spent hours at it.

Questioning would’ve, could’ve, should’ve.

He missed you, but he wasn’t brave enough to admit it. Instant karma, he was a coward who couldn’t admit what he did in that Fireflies hospital, and he couldn’t accept how wrong he acted with you.

He didn’t feel that karma yet.

Until the doors of Jackson opened. And among some group of people, you came in.

Tommy knew everything. He even tried speaking with his older brother that snowy morning. But Joel didn’t want to hear your excuses from the mouth of Tommy.

With a simple glance from him, Joel was left alone as he saw his younger brother walk towards the group of people who had arrived. Some of the crowd came to greet the new visitors, Joel saw Maria helping you get down off the horse. And he finally was able to see you.

Time hadn’t passed across your face. You remained with a sweet and gentle smile. The very short hair you had now was a shock. Joel had been used to your long braid from every hard day you spent together. He remembered a night where you were cold and he offered to join him in his sleeping bag. You apologized for your braid getting in his way, but he said it was okay.

When did everything go wrong? 10 months and seeing you again made him feel strange.

There wasn’t time to think about Joel or Ellie when you arrived. To you, their present parade was unknown. So unknown, that you were in the same town as them once again.

“You didn’t answer our radio signals for months. We were so worried!” It’s the first thing Maria says. You can only smile and shrug.

“I’m really sorry. Jeremy and Lia lost connection in a little fight with infected, and they couldn’t risk anything” A lot had happened. And you felt so empowered from having the guts to leave for so long.

“Oh. God knows everything that happened out there, right?”

“We have a lot to talk about. Where’s Tommy?” You ask smiling. Then you make some minutes to appreciate how much the town had changed over seasons. The trees had turned orange, red and brown. The smell in the main entrance was like cinnamon and caramel apples. And there were a lot of fall decorations. When you turn back, Tommy Miller is there to greet you.

“Right here!” The man appears and you have to greet him with a hug.

“You look great, kid. So, did it work?” There’s a big wave of happiness that invades as soon as he asks.

“Yes, I’m free from it” the marriage sighs relieved.

“Guess it was worth it,” Maria says patting your shoulder.

“Take a rest now. We’ll talk about everything in dinner” you agree with Tommy.

You want to ask if he has heard something from Joel. If he succeeded with Ellie to go with the Fireflies. But you don’t. You’re not ready to hear if he found something. Whether it was a home, happiness, or a lover.

Cause although neither of you ever talked about it. You never confessed your feelings for him. He never showed a sign that he might have loved you back. So no, you were no fool to ask that question to Tommy. Same thing for Ellie. You never revealed you loved her like a sister or even a daughter. You never admitted that for many months. You had acted along with Joel and the girl like a little family.

No, it wasn’t acting. They had genuinely been your family.

But that era was over.

You made your choice. And you still believed you were right. There was only one mistake you made.

Revealing the news to them first and then never being able to share the cause of it. Breaking that little girl’s heart and letting down Joel. It still haunts you.

But the time to go over that was approaching.

…

It wasn’t snowing time yet. But the temperatures were about to drop significantly. Enough for a jacket and sweaters. There was a pair of heel boots you left in that little house Maria and Tommy offered you before leaving the town. So, it was time to show off that pair of boots and get going.

The way to the dinner hall was short. Some people greet you and ask how you’re doing now. It feels like rebirthing. Being able to have a second chance in life. But the memory of your little family gone and broken because of you makes you stop that little celebration of life early. Sometimes you wished you had chosen the right words.

Someone must be doing gravy. Because it smells like Thanksgiving, in the middle of October. Some people are in a little line to get warm punch with cinnamon and fruits. Your mouth waters and a smile appears on your face. You want to eat and laugh. You are eager to talk to Tommy and Maria.

The first couple with mercy who took the time to listen to you and help you.

An old woman who had been in the kitchen since you arrived for the first time smiles at you and asks you to grab a tray of food. When you turn to the right to have some food, you are literary punched in the face. At least that’s how it felt. Because that same night you had to encounter face to face with the two ghosts of your past; Joel and Ellie.

With you being static, they notice you finally.

Ellie shows clear shock, but soon she makes the sign of shock disappear from her face. Deep down, she wanted to hug you, she wanted to tell you everything that happened. But she refuses. Joel wasn’t ready to see you so close that soon. But he remains stoic as usual.

“Ellie…” you attempt to vocally recognize her.

She firmly holds her tray, empty, and somehow, she still looks angered at you. Which makes you nervous. And you don’t dare to look at Joel in the eyes, so you avoid it.

“You’re back…” she spits out. And you have some hope that she will be willing to listen to you.

“Yes. I had to go because-” she rolls her eyes.

“I didn’t say I cared, or I wanted to listen” That hurt a little. Ellie could be very tough, and you really had hoped she would try to talk.

“Oh…I-” but she stops you again.

“What? You thought we would be friends again? Let me remind you… YOU abandoned me and Joel!” The lump in your throat gets tighter, but you swallow it firmly.

“Please, I’ve never explained it” you suggest, but Ellie seems too proud and stubborn as usual.

“Oh, save it. We’ve been through enough shit to listen to you too” If Joel wanted, he would’ve scold her, but he didn’t. Which hurt you even more. The girl leaves her used tray in the dirty dishes and leaves.

You want to drop the tray when you finally eye Joel. He looks better. Same grey hairs in the same spots. You were so glad to see him healthy, but this wasn’t what you imagined it would be the first re-encounter.

“Joel-” you try to reason with him. He wants to savor the way you gently call him. It makes him remember all the good memories he made with you. All the nights you made him smile, when you annoyed him with Ellie, and the nights were he was able to hold you a little.

But that’s over. You are not a priority anymore. Just Ellie.

“She’s right, though” and just like that, he also left. Without even glancing at you, barely brushing your shoulder with his. It was cold… and it hurt like hell. The old lady at the counter smiles apologetically at you, and you smile back. She sees some tears rolling down your cheeks but doesn’t say anything.

…

A week passes between awkward exchanges. You are babysitting Tommy and Maria’s baby when Joel arrives to visit his brother. So, you had to leave early. You started working in the gardens, helping to harvest enough for the cold season. So, when kids would join once a week to help, Ellie would ignore you.

And when it was movie night, you were having fun until Ellie arrived with her new friends. Or when you were having a drink in the saloon and Joel had to be there. You catch him staring once in a while and it freaks you out.

You debate whether to write an apology letter or do something for them. Because you feel like you can’t be happy at all when things haven’t gone through makeup with them.

But it all comes down one afternoon.

The council of the town suggested having a Halloween celebration. With a costume party and pumpkin contest. So you needed extra help with the harvest. Maria had set up some people, including Joel and Ellie. It was a low key moment to have some opportunity to get you three together.

You were digging your hands in the dirt to take out carrots and green onions. There’s a little hat covering your head, and you have to use some tools to work.

Completely ignoring but highly aware of Joel and Tommy talking afar, continuously turning to look at you and then going back to talk. To be honest, that was the first day when you started getting tired of their mean attitudes toward you. Their mean glances, cold comments and sarcastic hints.

Some people left their baskets beside you so you could later wash the vegetables and take them to the kitchen.

And it was Ellie’s turn.

“Here’s the basket” she coldly says.

“Thanks, leave it here. And be careful, please” She noticed your cold tone attack back, and it surprised her. But also bothers her and makes her grow more stubborn.

“Whatever you say” Maybe Ellie didn’t mean to drop the basket so harshly. But she does, dropping all the vegetables and others from different baskets too.

“ELLIE! I told you to be careful!” A lot of people turn to look at you and the girl.

“I said I was sorry, stop fucking yelling.”

Joel appears beside her. Ready to fuck everything up even more.

“Hey! Don’t yell at her” When Joel raises his voice at you, you freeze.

“She’s a kid. You’re an adult” You know it’s enough when he continued.

“ENOUGH!” Finally, everyone’s attention is on you three again.

“Calm down, y/n” Tommy tries to calm you, but you won’t rest in peace till you yell back at them.

“NO. I’M SICK OF THESE TWO!” Ellie immediately regretted being so stubborn, she remembered you could also be as mean as her.

“How many times do I have to say it? I’m so fucking sorry. I didn’t want to abandon you two.”

“And no. I’m not a selfish coward. Because I was diagnosed with anemia, and I was fucking dying. So, choosing to stay to fight for my life wasn’t being coward.” Neither of them expected it.

“I’m done with this psychological punishment or whatever this is!” You finally take the gardening gloves out, looking so enraged.

“…y/n” Joel calls you, knowing that he can’t startle you more.

“You don’t want me to yell at your bratty kid? Do it your fucking self, Joel” he’s taken aback by the way you push the gloves against his chest, passing past him and sprinting out.

The man sighs, holding the gloves and looking at Tommy, who only shrugs. Knowing that it would end up happening either way.

…

Joel learns a lot of things that night.

You started feeling sick a little before arriving in Jackson. You never tell him or Ellie because you three already had other problems. And by the time you met Maria and spent an afternoon with her, you had fainted in the shower. The doctor said you were likely suffering from anemia. With the lack of food, strong menstruation, and low blood pressure, you had been carrying with it for months, but as usual, there was a breakpoint.

The doctor suggested you go to another town where you could get iron injections, so you agreed. But that meant having to separate from Ellie and Joel. Tommy showed him some pictures the doctor took of you to show as references for the other doctors. You had giant bruises on the back of your legs, with yellow, green, and purple shades. It cracked Joel. Hearing Tommy say how you cried to him and Maria how you never meant to hurt Ellie or Joel. That you loved them two as your family, finally made Joel’s eyes get crystallized. You left around early spring, some weeks before he came back with Ellie. And for a long period, as you left with other people of Jackson, nobody had news. Until you appeared looking better.

“I fell in love with her, brother” Joel admitted. Even when forever, he said you were younger, that things would never work out.

“Why didn’t you let her explain?” Joel sighed, drinking a deeper shot of alcohol.

“I was so mad, that she was leaving Ellie behind. I just- Why she didn’t also ever say a thing about being sick? I would have given everything for her.” Tommy smiled sadly.

“That’s why. She didn’t want to worry you. I-… I think she also loved you too, Joel” The man closed his eyes and imagined what could’ve been. Maybe you two would be okay if things had happened differently.

“Tell Ellie. Then go with y/n and let everything out. This is your chance, brother. Be happy, love and rest now” Joel nodded slowly.

He had one chance…

…

Jackson looked beautiful decorated with pumpinks and dry leaves everywhere.

The streets are literally empty because everyone must have already been at the party. There’s a gorgeous sunset painting the town, and you can’t wait to walk across the street with sunset.

You know you’re late. As much as you can, you hurry to get out of the house. Maria made you and your other friends to get dressed for the occasion. With very little of options, you found a pair of orange and black lined thighs, an old witch hat and a black lipstick . Along with a black dress everything ended up fitting perfectly. You looked pretty, with your everyday chain in your neck and half-braid hairstyle. There’s a weird feeling in your chest, making you feel nervous as you move around your house. But you claimed it was because you were almost sure you were forgetting something.

You confirm it wasn’t that. Your nervousness was because of what was waiting for you at the other side of the door. Joel and Ellie are there.

“Oh no.” you sigh. Acting calmed, opposite of your outburst in prior weeks. You weren’t expecting them to be honest, but you were confident that another outburst would not come along. You lock the door, your hands trembling slightly, avoiding to look at them.

“Please leave me alone now. I’m so close to be over this…” you spit slipping your keys in your bag.

“Look, we didn’t know-“ Ellie starts, but now you interrupt her.

“No, neither of you knew anything. I can tell you both struggled after I stayed here. But I don’t wanna know either, I realized I’m grateful now, even if that meant losing you two” The way you said it, and how you locked your eyes with Joel’s, he knew what you meant. He looked calm, but he was freaking out. He had a lot to say, but felt like he had no chances to do so.

“Both of you can rest now knowing I’m at peace with my decision. I know what I did, and I’m proud of myself. Both of you were wrong, I’m not weak, I never was. I just have a big heart and you couldn’t understand me” They can choose any words quickly before you leave. But they remained quiet.

This is not the last shot Joel will give to have you back. He promises it as he watches you walking peacefully across the street.

You don’t look back. You feel some relief, this is a new era. After months drowning in guilt, wondering if you really were that much of an evil woman to abandon them. But now, you know you’re clean from them.

_____________________________

Idk part two or what?

[neverbeforeandneversince]

pls re-vote because I accidentally set my previous pill for just 1 day instead of a week so that’s my fault and results are obviously skewed. I’m a dumb baby.

[lvrhughes]

Wildest Dreams | T. Zegras

1989 TV fics masterlist!

pairing: Trevor Zegras x fem!reader

word count: 0.5k

warnings: none?

summary: Trevor promises to always remember you in his wildest dreams

not my gif!

“Let’s get out of this town.” Trevor’s voice interrupting the peace that had filled the space, his voice soft for once. 

“What?” Dropping your phone on your chest, you answered him, looking up at him. 

Your bodies splayed in different directions on your couch, you lying on your back while trevor was on his side. Craning your neck back to stare at him as he spoke, hid body moving enough to partially sit up. 

“Let’s just go for a drive, okay?” 

You nodded, getting up with him as he grabbed his keys, running behind him to his Bronco. Quickly sliding into the passenger seat beside him, he started his car, heading off quickly. His hand reached out to pass you the aux, letting you shuffle your guys’ playlist. Wildest Dreams playing softly before he reached for the dial, turning the music up loud and singing along. 

He pulled quickly onto a dirt road, slightly drifting the corner as you yelled at him to slow down, him laughing in response. He drove another ten minutes before abruptly stopping, quickly ushering you out of the Bronco. 

“Just get on the roof and watch with me.” He told, climbing on the roof of the car before helping you up, giving the best view of the beautiful sunset. 

It was one of your best memories with your best friend, things were different now. Something had changed. 

“No one has to know what we do.” His hands are in your hair, his clothes around your room. Nodded in subtle agreement, leaning in to kiss his lips again. His body leading you back towards your bed, letting you fall onto it before he leaned in to kiss you again. 

Nothing lasts forever, but this is getting good now. 

His strange distance was enough for you to notice, his jokes of you never noticing anything failing now. Unread messages sent to his phone, at least 10 voicemails left with no answer. He’d just disappeared, but you knew he hadn’t. 

He was still posting with Jamie, he was still at every ducks game, he was still in Anaheim. 

You knew when you saw him, two months later, he regretted everything. Seeing you in hindsight, tangled up with him all night, was enough to break a man. 

“Baby,” He started, walking towards you “Missed you.” 

“Trev, you know I missed you, you also know we can’t do this again.” 

He nodded, accepting he’d never be with you again, he knew it would end badly. So he agree, even after his heart crackled a little at the loss of you. 

“Say you’ll remember me, standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset.” The words came out quickly, quietly barely above a whisper. 

“You know I will, baby.” He smiled, a small one, just enough before he wrapped his arms around you. 

Pulling your body against his, one last time before he had to say goodbye. He was aware of your plans to leave one day, maybe that’s why he drifted from you. But he knew he’d always remember you, exactly how you wanted. 

“Say you’ll see me again, even if it’s just pretend, in your wildest dreams.”

“I’ll always see you in my dreams, you know this baby.” He smiled, leaning down to give you one last kiss.

[averagewriter-inthedark]

Now That We Don’t Talk | Jake Seresin blurb

Takes place during the TGM events

TGM masterlist

Characters & Pairings: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x ex!reader (past romance), the dagger squad (platonic)

Content Warnings: light angst, profanity, slight suggestive content, cheating, breakup | female!reader | wc: 2.2k

Note: I’m obsessed with 1989 TV and I’ll admit I was never a TS fan growing up but her OG 1989 I liked and I fuck with some songs Evermore, Reputation, Lover & Midnights. That being said, I’ve got the vault tracks on repeat and as a fellow directioner….Harry, baby, I thought you’d be safe.

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“You went to a party I heard from everybody. You part the crowd like the red sea, don’t even get me started. Did you get anxious though, on the way home? I’ll guess I’ll never ever know. Now that we don’t talk.”

His number had been deleted for well over three years when she stepped foot into the familiar bar she once called a second home. It’d been just as long since they’d seen each other, neither aware they’d be reunited in mere moments. When she did find his face among the crowd of their colleagues, she froze, contemplating running out the door and back to her car. Images of their last night flooded her mind. She could recall the constant pinging of her cell phone. Text messages from mutual friends informing her that he had been seen in an intimate embrace with another woman before disappearing from the party.

When he got home he avoided her like the plague. Anxiety consuming his entire being, making it clear the rumors were not rumors. They were true as the sun brightened the sky in the day and the moon reigned at night.

“Jake,” her whimper made him freeze, hand on the railing of the steps leading to their bedroom. No response, only a shake of his head before he continued his journey up. Leaving her to cry herself to sleep on the kitchen floor.

It was a domino effect in the days following. The trust was gone, Jake going out more and coming back late at night. Eventually after two weeks of prolonging the inevitable, Jake returned to an empty apartment. All reminisce of their five years together gone in the blink of an eye. She left a simple note, “Hope it was worth it.”

“You grew your hair long, you got new icons. And from the outside it looks like you’re tryin�� lives on. I miss the old ways. You didn’t have to change. But I guess I don’t have a say, Now that we don’t talk.

Natasha was the first to catch her eye in the Hard Deck, putting down her beer to run over and greet the pilot with a quick hug. Careful not to let anyone else see since they were in uniform. “I’m so happy to see you, Blue.”

She returned the smile, though hers was more tense, “It’s great to see you too, Phee. How’ve you been?” Nerves swarmed her belly with each passing minute. Despite being happy to see her old friend, she was unable to ignore the elephant in the room. The man she thought she’d marry and grow old with on a farm after retiring from the Navy with a bunch of kids and animals was several feet from her.

Overall, Jake had not changed much since their breakup. He was tanner for starters, definitely more toned. But he still had that aura of confidence sometimes confused with being cocky and golden blonde hair making him appear like a life-sized Ken doll. Throughout their relationship she noticed the stares they got from men and women alike. Woman looked at him with want and at her with envy. Men did the same but opposite.

It always surprised people when they got together. Complete opposites, they were known to have a rivalry during their time at Top Gun when they were on the path to becoming the Navy’s best fighter pilots. Jake loved to get under her skin, she loved to deflate his ego. Somewhere the dislike and tension turned into complete desire. And before they knew it they were sneaking into each other’s dorms and getting naughty in the locker room showers.

Her body reacted when he was looking at her. He’d spot her in a crowded room and instantly the woman felt heat along her veins. And she felt that fire right then when a sudden rush of jitters sweeped her figure.

Natasha sensed it too, noticing how the woman became tense. Peeking a glance to the side, a glare took over her once soft expression, “We can go somewhere else if you want.”

“No,” she objected with a slight wave, “I’m fine. A little surprised--although I should’ve expected he’d be a candidate as well given the context of this mission. It’s just we haven’t talked since….”

“I understand,” Nat assured, placing a hand on her back and leading her to the bar. “Let’s get you a drink first, then we’ll deal with him.”

“I call my mom, she said that it was for the best. Remind myself, the more I gave you, you’d want me less. I cannot be your friend, so I pay the price of what I lost. And what it cost, now that we don’t talk.”

Her mothers words replayed over and over again with each step as the two approached the group. Jake was leaning over the pool, calculating his next shot when she moved straight past him causing him to lose focus and miss the ball he was aiming for completely.

“Blue!” Javy shouted, picking her up in a big hug and spinning them around. Not caring if superiors saw or the fact his best friend, who happens to be her ex, was right there. “I’ve missed you, Girl. What’s going on?”

“Nothing much, Javy,” she couldn’t help but giggle. Of all the friends Jake had, Javy was the one who still reached out to her from time to time. Plus he ripped Jake a new one when he found out why they broke up. To this day he still gives him hell for it. “Let it be Top Gun, to bring us all under one roof.”

“Don’t you know it,” he clicked his beer with hers. The two taking a swig at the same time. “Have you met these clowns?” he motioned to the three to his left, “This is Payback, Fanboy, and Bob.”

“Nice to meet you guys,” they shook hands, greeting her with the same enthusiasm. When Bradley arrived she was once again scooped up into a hug, although this time she caught sight of Jake’s hardened expression. That shouldn’t have surprised her. Bradley Bradshaw was the one man Jake always butt heads with.

But the blonde quickly shook it off when he realized he got caught. He had no right to be jealous. It’d been three years since they broke up. And it was his fault nonetheless.

“Well I’ll be damn,” Bradley set her down gently, still embracing her. “If it isn’t Miss. Blues Clues.” A playful slap hit his chest when they parted.

“You know I hate that name, Bradshaw.”

The two caught up briefly, sitting on stools at the opposite end of the pool table. At one point Bradley made her laugh that the beer she’d been sipping on spilled off her mouth, causing him to giggle and hand her some napkins. While dabbing the liquid away, she locked eyes with Jake. It only lasted a few seconds, but it felt like a lifetime. Pinning her to her seat with an unreadable gaze.

She nearly broke, feeling a speck of desire to talk to him, but then remembered her mothers words, “the more you gave him, the less he wanted you. While you may forgive him for all the hurt he brought you, you cannot subject yourself to that again. You deserve better.”

“What do you tell your friends, we, shared dinners, long weekends with? Truth is, I can’t pretend it’s platonic, it’s just ended so…”

She made a silent vow to herself, recalling the painful memories, the phone conversation with her mother along with bits and pieces friends have told her over the years of what Jake had relied on as the reason for their breakup. She would not fall again to his charm. There was no string that could be tied up in an attempt to fix what was cut.

Around them were friends they’d spend long weekends with. Javy and Nat were the most frequent, both having witnessed their relationship blossom and die. It made her wonder what others they hung out with knew. Whenever they’d see each other in passing the conversations always felt like they were walking on eggshells around her. And because she wanted to move on, she’d never ask what Jake told them.

For the sake of their jobs she’d be civil. The past was the past and it would stay there, but she’d make sure to remember it whenever those old feelings threatened to surface. From the looks of Jake throughout the night, he felt the same. It was obvious he wanted to find a moment alone with her to talk, but she refused to let that happen.

“I call my mom, she said to get it off my chest (off my chest). Remind myself the way you faded ‘til I left (until I left). I cannot be your friend, so I pay the price of what I lost (what I lost). And what it cost, now that we don’t talk.”

When she arrived at her dorm that would be her home for the next three weeks, the first thing she did was retrieve the letter to herself she wrote all those years ago. It was crumbled, having almost thrown it away several times, but remembering the significance within the words inked on the lines, she always pulled it back.

Parts of the paper were withered. A result from the teardrops that had fallen when she took to her desk after the phone call with her mother to write down everything weighed on her chest. Pouring her heart and soul into the paper. It wasn’t much, only taking up the front of the page, but it was enough to get the message across.

Her past self coming to remind her of those fleeting last months. Where Jake slowly became the ghost of the man she’d once loved. The constant worry and anxiety from hours of radio silence. Dinners that felt like an awkward first date. Not inviting her out with his friends anymore. HIs lingering eyes on women who weren’t her. Excusing it with bullshit remarks to make her think she was being dramatic. Finally, the party that sealed the deal.

To imagine what they would be if she gave him another chance would be an insult to herself. Instead, she thought about all she gained.

“I don’t have to pretend I like acid rock. Or that I’d like to be on a mega yacht. With important men who think important thoughts. Guess maybe I am better off, now that we don’t talk.”

After the breakup, she realized how much she hid herself from the world. There were things she pretended to like in order to please him. Like watching college football every weekend, entertaining mostly his friends and leaving her to sit on the couch with a book in hand only to not be able to concentrate with the loud ruckus they’d cause.

Or having to refrain from the things that made her happy. Singing at the top of her lungs in the car while her favorite songs played for the first time in years felt liberating. Not having to be careful on what she spent her money on now that she didn’t have to save more for rent because Jake started to blow his on going to the bar during the last several months of their relationship.

The worst was having to put on a facade in front of Jake’s superiors. Though stationed at the same base they were part of different squadrons. During the banquets and balls, Jake tended to make comments on what dresses she should wear and how to act when they arrived. He was always the kiss ass type who wanted to get promoted faster than his peers. Even though she praised him constantly, Jake was never satisfied unless one of his bosses complimented him. If she were honest to herself, she hated attending the events. Despite being in the Navy herself. Unless they were mandatory she’d find an excuse to not go. Being around men with egos as tall as the empire state building who only talked in statistics and status was draining.

“And the only way back to my dignity. Was to turn into a shrouded mystery. Just like I had been when you were chasing me.”

For the last three years, the way she carried herself changed. She had to for the sake of not letting her heart rot away. Taking back the self-respect she’d lost, after thinking for so long it was her fault Jake had betrayed her. That she wasn’t enough.

She was more than enough.

He was the one who chose to cheat. He was the one who didn’t try to defend himself or fight for what they had. He let himself go. He let her go.

So, after a good month of wallowing in self-pity and despair, she lifted herself up with poise and elegance. Remembering who she was before him. The woman who carried herself with confidence, never allowing anyone to tear her down. Who fought hard to build her career to what it was, after so many doubting her abilities.

The woman he chased after. Who at the core was strong, daring, resilient.

Sure, Jake taught her a lot. About herself, about what she wanted in a relationship. About love. She’ll never forget what they had.

She lost him, but along the way she found herself. And to her, that was everything.

“Guess this is how it has to be, now that we don’t talk.”

……..

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[taintedcigs]

modern!steve popular culture hcs:

loves taylor swift. this is obvious. 1989 is his go to album when he's getting ready (especially during his hair care routine). he thinks style and wildest dreams were written FOR HIM. is not afraid to sing the songs out loud and sometimes annoys u a lot by singing them in a really high-pitched voice. sings "he's so TALLLL and handsome as HELLLL, he's so bad but he does it so well." at you with a wink and pointing to himself, fully believing it's written about him, you can't convince him otherwise.

rom-com lover. through and through. he used to hide it but he just can't anymore. loooves 10 things i hate about you, how to lose a guy in 10 days, and notting hill. he also enjoys all of katherine heigl's iconic rom-coms.

LOVES MUSICALS. mamma mia is in his top 3 on letterboxd (he loves abba SO MUCH). and he cried watching la la land and regularly listens to the soundtrack.

he can't watch horror movies for the life of him. he got creeped out by the idea of coraline and still can't get himself to watch it. (robin dressed up as the other mother for halloween and steve SCREAMED.)

he's one of those people WHO loves watching movies that are so bad that they are ABSOLUTE MASTERPIECES. also have a feeling he laughs really hard at those 00s parody movies. idk why. it's what bonded him and eddie. and they have a marathon of bad parody movies when they're stoned tf out of their mind. they just told me.

he loves ANYTHING pop. (he loves fantasize by ariana grande and has begged u on countless occasions to do the dance on tiktok and only send it to him) and he loves himself some alt-pop and occasionaly indie stuff like lana, lorde, arctic monkeys, death cab for cutie, sufjan stevens, inhaler, franz ferdinand, band of horses and boygenius!!!

also random but he'd be such a trashy reality tv fan.... watching ALL of them with you... love island, jersey shore, housewives, dANCE MOMS, any other horrible netflix reality tv... like at first he scoffs at you for it, but then he does that dad stance. just standing and watching whatever you're watching, then finally after a few hours, he takes a seat next to you, fully immersed in the experience, not even letting YOU look at your phone, and he's sitting on the edge of the couch, staring at the tv like a man-possessed while critiquing the show and doing commentary like they can hear him.

the most "metal" he can listen to is literally fall out boy. (eddie keeps making fun of him for this. you are now sending metal songs to steve, day by day, trying to get him to like it, just so that eddie won't make fun of your poor angel bf anymore<3)

this is self-indulgent but he's a twilight fanboy through and through... team edward but he feels bad for jacob (sadly... you have an argument about this each time and once you bring up jacob claiming a baby he's dead silent), has a tradition w u to watch them every fall. he acts like he's seeing it for the first time each time u guys watch it.

likes harry potter (fuck jkr forever, u guys don't engage in the content and u 🏴‍☠️ both the movies n books:)) bc he grew up with the movies but if you're a harry potter nerd, he'd poke fun at THAT A LOOT. HE'S A LIL TEASING ASSHOLE. "oh that wasn't very slytherin of you!" "i thought you were supposed to be brave, huh? aren't you a gryffindor, babe?" he taunts with a loud chuckle, enjoying the way you narrow your gaze at him.

[hippiegoth97]

Into the Fire: An Eddie Munson x Reader Story Pt. 9

Collage by me :)

Master List

Part 8

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Content Warning 18+ Only, Minors DNI: Swearing, mentions of smut, smoking, fluff, light anxiety, teasing, LGBTQ+ themes, struggles with sexuality, violation of privacy

Word Count: 12.1k

Divider by @strangergraphics

Part 9.1: Walking on Sunshine

Wednesday, April 5th, 1989

The remaining days of you and Eddie having the house to yourselves have been pure bliss. He wakes you up with kisses every morning, which usually leads to amazing morning sex. After that, you share a shower and some breakfast before Eddie leaves for work or a few deals. You study until he comes back home, and he goes down on you as a reward for working so hard. The rest of the day is spent either trying a new page from the book he gave you, or snuggling up to him while he continues crafting the new campaign, or both. You've occasionally distracted Eddie from his tedious planning by giving him head, earning a few utterances of 'slut' and 'good girl' from his lips as you do so.There's a perfect balance of connection and intimacy in your relationship, you cherish every minute you get to spend together. 

Mom and the kids are coming back today, she called this morning before they got on the road. Eddie doesn't have to work, so you've just been cuddled up on the couch watching TV. You’re laying between his legs, his large hands massaging your shoulders as The Price is Right plays on a low volume. "You excited for everyone to come home, love?" Eddie speaks softly to you, working your tired muscles between his fingers.

"Yeah, I've missed them a lot. But it's also been really nice having some time alone, just the two of us." You reply, eyes fluttering closed as you melt in his touch. It's innocent enough, but everything he does is like magic.

"I know, sweetheart. I've definitely enjoyed being here with you too. Although, I think Wayne has been missing me. He waits up for me to go change for work so he can chat with me. I feel kinda bad for leaving him all alone. He doesn't exactly have a lot of friends." He sounds sad, guilty even. Wayne's done so much for him, the least he can do is be around to spend a little time with him.

"Baby, I'm sorry. Why didn't you say so? I know he's important to you, I feel selfish for having you here instead of the trailer every day." You lean your head upside down to look at him, gazing in his eyes. He just smiles at you, finding your position a bit silly.

"It's not a huge deal, Y/N. I told him why I haven't been around as much, he understands. He said we should have dinner with him some night before he heads off to the plant. He'd like to get to know you better. But only if that's something you wanna do." Your eyes widen at this suggestion, dinner with Eddie's effective parent? That's a big step, but it's one you’re very eager to take.

"I'd love to! Did you have a particular day in mind?" You scramble to face him, straddling his lap. He chuckles at your enthusiasm, putting his arms around your waist.

"Well, I was thinking…Friday?" He knows it's a bit short notice, but there's another reason for the particular day he's chosen.

"Sure!" You lean in to kiss him, and he gladly meets you in the middle. You pull away a second later, realizing what day next Friday is. "Wait a minute." You raise an eyebrow at him, and he just smirks at you.

"What?" He asks, playing dumb.

"Isn't Friday our one-month anniversary?" You don't really expect him to hold milestones like that in high regard, but then again, he always seems to blow expectations out of the water.

"Why, yes it is, I'm so glad you remembered!" He laughs, speaking sarcastically. You smack his chest playfully, he's such a cheeky little shit sometimes. It's crazy to think you've almost been together for a whole month. It feels like just yesterday that Eddie accidentally hit you with his van and graciously bandaged you up. "So, what'd you get me?" He asks, sneakily trying to figure out what kind of gift you'd give him.

"You'll just have to wait and see, baby. Can't ruin the surprise." You say in a sultry tone, though in reality you've got nothing planned. You're sure you can figure it out, finding time to take a secret shopping trip tomorrow.

"Well, I'm certainly looking forward to it, babydoll" His lips meet yours again, warm and slow. You begin to put together a plan for the perfect gift for Eddie, but you're gonna need some help. You make a mental note to visit Robin at Family Video to see if she'll assist you.

"I suppose I can't get a hint about what you're getting for me either, hm?" You ask, keeping your face very close to his as you speak.

"Nope. My lips are sealed, princess." He smiles slyly at you, his tongue playing at the edge of his mouth. He's very excited to give you your present, he just knows you're going to love it. "Hey, how long do we have until your mom and the kids come back?" He squeezes your hips, sending you a very clear message. You glance at the clock behind you, before turning back to Eddie.

"About three hours. You wanna go to the bedroom?" You ask coyly, batting your eyelashes as you play with his necklace between your fingers. Your hips grind into his lap once, making him groan.

"Anything for my sexy girl." He replies, snatching you into his arms so he can run down the hall and toss you onto the bed. You laugh at his antics, he's always up for a round with you. The two of you take your time, savoring every kiss, every touch. You're in no rush at all, your only goal is to enjoy each other in every way you can before everyone comes home.

Hours later, you hear the front door opening. The sounds of Mom calling out to you and all the kiddos running around stirs you from your post-fucking nap. Eddie's arms are holding you tightly, and he's snoring while drool forms a wet spot on his pillow. "Baby, wake up. They’re home." You try to wriggle from his grasp, but he just grumbles and tightens his grip. "Eds, come on." You carefully nudge him with your elbow, and his eyes squint open.

"What is it, sweetheart?" He asks, sleep staining his voice. He's so adorable like this, his hair lays over his face a little, and you can feel the muscles flexing in his arms as they cradle your naked body.

"Everyone's home. We gotta get up." You give him a quick kiss, bringing him into the waking world. He attempts to deepen it, but you stop him.

"No fair." Eddie whines, but you continue to make your way out of bed to redress. He sits up to look at you, his hair a frizzy mess. You giggle at him as he rubs his eyes, earning a glare from him. "What's so funny?" He asks in annoyance.

"You're just so cute when you're sleepy, but you can also be quite the grump." You turn away, reaching down to pick your discarded clothing from the floor. You hear him hop out of bed, running over to you.

"I'll show you a grump!" He shouts, trapping you in his grasp as he starts tickling you. You shriek in surprise, dropping your pajamas back on the carpet.

"Eddie! Quit it! We gotta get dressed!" You try to plead with him, but he refuses to heed your words.

"Who says we need clothes? I've always preferred being naked anyways, and I definitely prefer you naked." He cackles maniacally as he relentlessly wrestles you to the ground. You're laughing so hard, gasping for air, when there's a knock on the door.

"Sugarpuff? Is everything alright in there?" You hear Mom on the other side of the door, concern lacing her tone.

"We're fine, Ms. Henderson. Be out in a minute!" Eddie calls to her, still tickling you ruthlessly. Your stomach hurts from your laughter, and your face has gone beet red.

"Oh! Sorry, kiddos! I'll leave you to it!" She replies with a chuckle, walking back down the hall to help unload the car.

"Alright, you better get off me now. I feel like I'm suffocating." You struggle to speak, and Eddie thankfully yields this time. He helps you off the floor, gathering both your clothes to put back on. Once you're dressed, you walk down the hall to greet everyone while holding hands.

"Y/N! Eddie!" Dustin exclaims as you enter the livingroom. He runs to you, capturing you together in a tight hug. The other kids immediately join in, huddling around the two of you in a large cluster. Mom, Nancy, and Jonathan stand awkwardly, exchanging sympathetic looks with you and Eddie as the children continue to smother you.

"Well, I see the little demons missed us." Eddie quips, trying his best to return every hug as the kids shuffle around to take turns.

"It's really sweet. We missed you guys a lot. too." You squeeze each one of them real tight, your heart lighting up with affection.

"I'm sure you two found plenty of ways to keep busy." Erica says, giving her usual attitude.

"You know it!" Eddie replies, giving you a wink as your cheeks turn red. The room erupts in laughter, leave it to those two to always bring the humor. The hugs stop a little later, and the kids pile back into the cars to be driven back to their homes. Dustin rides along to see them off, and you and Eddie are left alone yet again. "We've gotta stop meeting like this." He jokes, wrapping his arms around you once you hear the vehicles pull away from the house.

"Oh, I don't know. I think I quite like meeting you, in every way." You say just as goofily, giggling as you go in for a kiss. You place your hands on his chest, his heartbeat thrumming into your right palm through his shirt. You keep the kiss brief, resisting the temptation to shove your tongue into his mouth. Your head lays against his shoulder, contentment blooming inside you. You just stand here, listening to each other's low breathing in your simple embrace. A mental picture develops in your mind, filing this moment away to keep for whenever you're apart. He kisses the top of your head, stroking your back with his fingers. "I love you, Eds."

"I love you too, sweetheart." He hugs you a bit tighter, and your arms snake around his torso to deepen the hold. Warmth radiates from Eddie, which always makes you feel safe. You nuzzle against him, trying to get even closer.

"You're so cozy, darling. I love being close to you. Can we take another nap? I'm still tired from earlier."

"Of course, baby. You want the bed, or the couch?" He asks quietly, not wanting to disturb the calm energy between you.

"Couch, please." You reply, loosening your grip on him so he can lay down. He gets comfortable, holding his arms out for you to join him.

"C'mere, sleepyhead." He coos, and you lay on your side between his legs, resting your head on his chest. He puts his arms over you again, and your eyes flutter closed as you lose a fight with a yawn. Eddie smiles at your cute noises, listening to you sigh and fuss as you try to get in a perfect position. When you stop adjusting, he notices your breathing slow down. You look so serene, eyes closed as your chest rises and falls steadily. He settles his head against the arm of the couch, closing his eyes to drift off to sleep.

Later on, Eddie's carefully nudging you awake as Mom brought home some KFC for dinner. "What is it, love?" You ask groggily, the words muffled against his chest. You lift your head, noticing Mom and Dustin taking out plates and forks to dish out the food. The smell of chicken fills the room, and your mouth waters. Your stomach growls at the scent, making Eddie chuckle.

"Sounds like you need some food, princess." He grins at you, patting your back to prompt you to stand up. You feel a little unstable as you get on your feet, almost stumbling as spots fill your vision. "You okay?" He asks, always concerned.

"Yeah, I'm fine. A little dizzy, I just need some water." The spots dissipate, and you go to the kitchen to grab a glass. You fill it at the sink, gulping down the whole thing in one go. You refill it before turning off the tap, walking over to the dining table to have a seat. Eddie sits in the chair next to you, taking your hand in his. You gaze at him, smiling kindly. He returns the look, bringing your hand up to his lips to press a gentle kiss to it. You can't help blushing whenever he does this. It's so simple, yet very effective at driving you crazy. He lets you go as Claudia and Dustin bring the food over to the table.

"Hope you're hungry, kiddos!" Mom says cheerily, glancing at the romantic exchange between you two. It's like you're a whole new person in her eyes, finally experiencing the happiness she knows you deserve. She's spent so many nights praying for you to find a way out of that tough shell you hid yourself inside when your father left, though she never let the true amount of worry she's felt show outwardly. Ultimately, she knew you had to find your own way out, and luckily Eddie’s come along to assist you. "Aw, you two are so darn cute."

"Mooooooom." You groan, pleading with your eyes for her to lay off. She puts her hands up defensively, focusing on dishing out the mashed potatoes and macaroni.

"Sorry, sugarpuff. I'm just happy to see you happy. Is that a crime?" She asks in jest, and you feel a bit bad for acting like a child about it.

"No, it isn't. Sorry." You almost mumble, reaching for the biscuits. You take one for your plate, gesturing the box of them at Eddie to see if he wants one.

"Ooh, yes, please!" He smiles, grabbing one for his own plate. He holds your gaze, noting your agitation. He leans in to you, speaking quietly. "Relax, angel. You realize things will go similarly at dinner with Wayne, right?" You just nod, forcing yourself to soften up. You can't help it, the walls still have a habit of trying to spring up every now and again. Your goal now is to eventually smash them to pieces, but that won't come as easy as you'd like. "How was the trip, Dustin?" Eddie asks, thankfully changing the subject.

Dusty perks up, practically bursting at the seams to tell you all about it. "It was amazing! We went fishing, and hiking on that old trail to look for wild berries. And of course we made tons of s'mores, but Jane kept burning her marshmallows!" He laughs at that last part, and you can't help sharing his joy. He proceeds to tell you every little detail of their vacation, and you listen intently. Sure, it kinda sucks that you missed out on the trip. But the way Dustin speaks about it, it’s almost like you were right there with them. The remainder of dinner goes smoothly, the four of you exchanging light conversation as you devour the food.

When you're thoroughly stuffed, you help Mom clear the table. Leftovers are put in the fridge, and dishes are rinsed and set aside for the morning. You exchange 'good night's with Mom and Dustin, before heading off to your room with Eddie. You plop onto the bed lazily, with your boyfriend following suit. "You tired, love?" You ask, feeling much more awake than you did earlier this afternoon.

"Not really. Why?" Eddie replies, reaching for the book on your nightstand. He'd started reading it to you before bed the last few days, Stephen King's Carrie.

"I'm not either, I think we napped too much today. But you can read to me if you like. I love hearing your voice." You sit up against the pillow, letting your head rest on his shoulder.

"And I love reading to you, princess. You always watch me so intently, hanging on my every word. It's really cute." He pokes your nose with his finger, making you giggle. He opens the book to the marked page, snuggling closer to you before he starts reading. "Billy popped the headlights off as they breasted the next hill, dropped the gearshift into neutral, and killed the ignition." His velvet voice sways into your ears, feeding you a tale of empowerment and revenge. He makes it through almost the entire book before you're struggling to keep your eyes open. You insist he can continue, but he knows better than to let you miss anything. "Baby, it's okay. We can finish it another night, but you need to rest. And I've gotta work again tomorrow."

"Fine. I’ve got errands to run tomorrow anyway." You grumble, not wanting to surrender to sleep just yet. You've heeded its siren's call too many times already, but you can't find the energy to fight against it.

"Oh, is that so? Do you need a ride?" He asks, hoping he'll be able to sneak a peek at your shopping. He knows you've got nothing as of yet, you've been too busy spending time with him at home.

"No, no. I'll bike, I don't need you snooping around. I may be half-asleep at this point, but I'm not falling for your trickery." You lethargically wave a finger at him, a goofy look spreading on your face. "You're a sneaky little weasel, Eddie. And I can't have you ruining the surprise."

"I wouldn't dream of it, Y/N." He chuckles quietly, trying not to shake you too much as he laughs. He helps you sit upright again, slipping out of bed temporarily to flick off the light. You cling to him the second he lays back down, getting as close as you possibly can. He lets you get comfortable, laying his arms over you once you stop wiggling. "Goodnight, love." He whispers to you, unsure you've even heard him.

"Goodnight, baby. I love you." You say faintly, drifting off soon after. A contented smile grows on his lips, and he follows close behind you into a deep slumber.

Part 9.2: Photograph

Thursday, April 6th, 1989

"Princess, I gotta get up. We slept too long, I'm gonna be late unless I leave, like, right now." Panic laces his voice, which jolts you into the waking world. You rush out of bed, helping him gather his things and get dressed. The clock reads 10:30am, and his shift starts at 11:15. He'll be lucky to make it on time, you hope his boss won't be too hard on him. A few minutes later, he's practically running out the door after giving you a quick peck on the lips. "I'll see you later, sweetheart." He barely gets the words out before the front door shuts behind him. You won’t actually see him tomorrow for dinner. But that gives you plenty of time to start getting his gifts together.

"Hey, Mom? Can I borrow the Polaroid camera?" You ask, looking to find her eating leftover fried chicken for breakfast.

"Of course, sugarpuff! It'll need more film, though. We're almost out."

"Cool. I'm going shopping today. I'll make sure to pick some up." You reply, going to the pantry to get a poptart. You put it in the toaster, leaning against the counter as you wait for your pastry.

"What do you need it for? If you don't mind me asking." Mom's curiosity always gets the best of her.

"Just working on a present for Eddie. It's our one-month anniversary tomorrow. And we're gonna have dinner with his uncle at the trailer." You explain casually.

"Oh, Y/N! I'm so happy for you! Has it really been a month already? It seems like just yesterday you came home with all those bandages!" She gives you a big hug, overjoyed on your behalf. You return the embrace, smiling at the thought of your first night with Eddie. It was so special, and every time you've been together, it only gets better.

"Thanks, Mom. I'm really excited for tomorrow!" You can't contain your joy, you've never been so happy in your life before. It's an intoxicating feeling, and you hope it never ends.

"You really love him, huh?" She asks, already knowing the answer.

"Yeah, I do. He's so amazing, Mom. He's kind, and sweet, and funny. He listens to me, and spending time with him is always so much fun. No matter what we're doing, it's like the world disappears and it’s just the two of us. You know what I mean?" You look at her, hoping she understands what you're saying.

"I do, kiddo. Your father and I used to be like that." Her face is smiling, but her eyes read as sad, almost bitter. Your expression falls a little, wondering if you and Eddie are doomed to end similarly. "Oh, Y/N. I don't mean it like that. Eddie's different, I can tell. He truly cares about you, more than anything in the world. There's no way you'll end up like us, I promise." She takes your hand, trying to reassure you.

"I know, Mom. I feel kinda bad, though. I'm not meaning to rub it in your face." You say guiltily.

"You're doing no such thing, sugarpuff. A mother should always be happy when her child finds love, okay? And I swear I'm so goddamn happy, I could just explode!" She laughs, bringing a small smile back to your face. "You picked a good one, sweetie. Everyone can see it, his love for you is written all over him."

"You really think so?" You question giddily, biting your lip.

"I know so! I'm your mother, aren't I? Where do you think you get your brains from? I'm a smart cookie, you know!" She laughs again, and you can't help joining in with her.

"Of course you are, Mom. You raised me and Dusty on your own, and you've done a damn good job at it. And I'm forever thankful for that." You squeeze her hand, exchanging a look of mutual love and respect. The toaster pops, signaling your breakfast is ready. You put the tarts on a paper towel, standing at the counter to eat with Mom. You don't say much else, just quietly munching in each other's presence. When you finish, you excuse yourself to your room to get dressed. "I better get ready if I'm gonna have time to get everything I need for tomorrow. But I enjoyed this little talk, Mom. We should do it more often." You give her another hug.

"Any time, sugarpuff. I take it you're biking today?" She asks, before letting you out of her embrace.

"Yeah, first time since the day it got wrecked. It's been gathering dust out there." You haven't really thought about it, but Eddie has managed to drive you to school every single day since that fateful Friday. You haven't even tested the bike to make sure it’s repaired to your liking, you've honestly been a bit scared to get back on it.

"Well, just be extra careful, okay? I doubt everyone is as patient and kind as Eddie is, especially in this town." She warns, worry plaguing her features again.

"No, I know. I'm in no rush today. I’ll be careful.." You reply, walking down the hall to your room. You throw on some jeans and the Hellfire shirt Eddie gave you, wanting to have an extra piece of him with you today. You tuck the hem into your pants, mimicking the way he wears it. You dump out your backpack, leaving your books and studying materials on the bed. You put your wallet and cigarettes inside the bag, before slinging it over your shoulder. You head for the entryway, slipping into your shoes.

"Have a good day, sugarpuff! And be safe!" Mom says from the couch, waving goodbye.

"I will, Mom. See you later." You walk outside, strolling across the yard to your bicycle. You look it over, ensuring there's enough air in the tires, that they rotate properly. The front one is a little mismatched, you guess Eddie's friend didn't have the exact replacement for it. You don't mind, it's just a slight color difference. As long as it's functional, that's all that matters. You bring it to the edge of the road, letting it dip off the curb to the pavement. You apprehensively take a seat, staring at the empty road ahead of you. You're anxious about riding again, last time ended with you getting all scraped up. You can do it, sweetheart. Just take it slow. Eddie's voice soothes you inside your head, putting your anxiety at ease. "I can do this." You speak aloud as you exhale deeply, putting your feet on the pedals to get moving.

Your ride goes smoothly. once you get over the initial fear. It’s like the accident never happened. You make your way downtown, easily navigating the busy streets until you reach the department store. You park your bike outside, walking in with a newfound confidence. There's a decent amount of people inside. Moms helping their kids pick out new shoes, husbands looking for anniversary and birthday gifts, and plenty of teenagers browsing the aisles aimlessly. You locate some Polaroid film first, which is easy enough. Next stop, the kitchen section, in search of a cookbook. You figure it like this, Eddie makes amazing French toast and spaghetti. So, a book of recipes could help him develop his skills. He positively lights up in the kitchen, cooking is clearly an expression of love for him.

"Something I can help you with, Miss?" An employee asks as she walks up to you. She can't be much older than you, though she acts very mature. She has a white plastic tag on her blazer, naming her as 'Liz'.

"Um, yes. I was wondering if you could help me find a good cookbook for beginners? It's a gift for my boyfriend." You speak awkwardly, you're not one to ask employees for help in stores. But it would be rather  rude to deny the help if it's offered to you. Plus, you don't exactly want to end up purchasing too complex of a book.

"Of course! Follow me." Liz is more than happy to assist you, and not just because it's her job. You follow behind her, zoning out to the sound of her heels clicking on the tile floor as she leads the way to the item you're in search of. When you reach the shelf, she quickly picks out a couple choices. "These are best for when you're starting out, you can never go wrong with a Betty Crocker!" She hands them over to you, and you briefly look them over before deciding to buy them both. "Wise decision. I'm guessing he needs all the help he can get."

"Oh, no. The things he does know how to make are amazing. I think these will broaden his horizons. Thank you for the help, I really appreciate it." You smile at her, hoping she'll leave you alone now. She's nice enough, but the next thing you're shopping for isn't something you really want her help with.

"Any time. Is there anything else I can assist you with?" Liz asks, smiling wide.

"No, but thanks again!" You politely dismiss her. She nods, turning on her heels to find a new customer to help. You walk around the corner, locating the section you've always dreaded looking at in a department store. Lingerie. You've never really had a reason to shop in this part of the store before, and you don't find yourself to be particularly sexy either. Eddie calls you that all the time, and when you're with him, you almost believe it. Using this logic, you decide that even if you're not super confident about this, he'll enjoy it anyway. You look around at the displays, your eyes nearly boggling inside your head. Quadriplegic mannequins showing off lacy bras and panties, neatly organized tables and racks practically bursting with choices, almost every color of the rainbow on show.

"Hi! Is there something I can help you find?" You're startled as yet another employee accosts you while your eyes scan over the forest of intimates you've lost yourself in. You turn around to find an even younger woman than Liz, with teased hair and an obnoxious gum-chewing habit smiling at you. Her name tag reads 'Mandy'. "You look a little lost, girl. Are you looking for something as everyday wear? Or for someone special?" There's no judgment in her voice, she appears eager to help you find something you'll feel comfortable in.

"Um, it's my one-month anniversary with my boyfriend tomorrow. I need something that'll blow his mind." Your voice trembles as you speak, you don't mean to confess such a thing. Her face doesn't change much, except for a slightly warmer smile.

"Well, I can already see he's a very lucky guy." She says, taking in your figure for a moment. It's not suggestive or anything, more like she's checking your measurements with her eyes. "I think I have just the thing." Mandy walks away, leaving you standing frozen in place. A few minutes later, she brings back a beautiful black lace set that makes your lungs deflate. "This also comes in red, white, pink, nude, and navy. But, the black is most complimentary to your skin tone. And if it interests you to know, the panties are crotchless." You almost laugh when she says that, you've never even considered that as an option.

"Wow, um, he'll definitely love it." Is all you can manage to say, unable to make eye contact with the woman.

"Oh, you'll also need some pantyhose, let me grab those for you." Mandy hands you the set on the hanger, and you check the sizing while she's away. Your eyes widen, she got your exact measurement without even asking you. Seems like Mandy deserves a raise. She returns with the stockings, placing them on top of the small stack of items you've accumulated in your arms. "I also recommend wearing matching heels with this, if you have them. But that's up to you. Did you need anything else?"

"No, thank you, Mandy. I appreciate the help, truly. You're really good at this, by the way." You reply sheepishly, and she just laughs.

"Why, thank you! I hope your man appreciates the effort you're putting in for him." She gives you a wink.

"Oh, believe me he does!" You giggle, blushing at the thought of him. You seriously cannot wait for Eddie to see you in this, his eyes might just pop out of his skull. You mosey over to the checkout, trying to ignore the old crone at the register giving you a disapproving look for purchasing the lingerie set. She begrudgingly hands you your shopping bag once you’ve paid, and you stroll out the front door. You carefully put the items into your backpack, hopping on your bike to ride over to. Family Video.

Once you arrive, you've managed to catch Robin leaving her shift. You get her attention, waving to her. She comes over, unsure what you're doing here. "Hey, Y/N! It's been a while. What brings you here?"

"Well, um. I actually have something to ask you." You're very nervous to ask for her assistance with your little project, you don't exactly know her super well. You might end up freaking her out.

"Sure! What's up?" She says cheerily, very eager to assist you. Shit, everyone is ridiculously helpful today.

"So, me and Eddie have been dating for a month now." You start slowly, easing Robin into it.

"Oh, right! He came in to rent movies to watch with you that one time!" She pipes up, before realizing she's interrupted you. "Oh, sorry. Go on." She gestures at you, bowing her head slightly.

"Right, well, I bought something to wear as a present for him tomorrow. But, I wanted to take some...photos in it. Would you mind helping me out?" You're almost flinching as you await her answer, this whole thing is so strange. You're sure she'll say no, or that it's weird to ask. You just want to run and hide at this point.

"No fucking way!" Robin exclaims, before clarifying. "I mean, of course, I'll do it! I'm just surprised you're doing all that for him! I mean, he's nice and everything. I never took you as the kind of girl to do that. Not- not that there's anything wrong with it. I一" She continues to babble, but you stop her before she makes herself lightheaded.

"Robin, calm down." You grab her arms, trying to get her to slow down. She can really go on a rant if you let her, and God help you if you do.

"Sorry, I haven't really had anything interesting to do in a while. It's all shifts at the video store, and listening to Steve complain about having too much sex." You both laugh at that, and Steve leans out the door to wave at you. You wave back, and he looks worried that you're talking about him. Robin turns to you again. "So, you wanna do this right now?"

"Uh, yeah. You think my bike’ll fit in your trunk?" You ask, glancing at the car Robin was heading towards before you caught her attention.

"Oh, yeah! Bring it on over, I'll pop the trunk." You wheel the bicycle to the car, helping her place it inside. "Perfect fit. You still live with your mom, right?" She asks, slipping into the driver’s side. You go around to the passenger side, getting in next to her.

"Yeah, you know the address?" You ask, surprised that she remembers after all this time.

"Oh yeah, me and Steve have dropped Dustin off many times. I know the route like the back of my hand." She grins at you, clearly she's been in need of some girl-time. Her demeanor puts your nerves at ease, you've always found her to be a trustworthy person. You couldn't have asked a better friend for help.

She pulls into your driveway a little while later, and you notice Mom's car is gone. She's at work and won't be home for hours, which is good. You definitely don't want her to interrupt your little photoshoot. Robin parks awkwardly, causing the car to jolt. "Sorry, I'm still mastering the art of driving."

"I can tell." You wince, the ride over has been quite nauseating. You aren't one to get car-sick, but the way she kept going and stopping was like a boat riding the waves. She gives you an apologetic glance, clearly embarrassed at her lack of skills on the road. "It's okay, Robin. I don't mean to be rude." Her mood lightens, and you lead her inside the house and to your room.

"Nice place. I don't think I've ever been inside before." Robin says, taking in the family photos and shag carpet as you walk down the hall. You open the bedroom door, and she giggles at the sight. "Wow, it's very girly in here." She spins around to look at everything, oddly intrigued by your living space. "It's really cute." She says as she meets your eyes.

"Thanks!" You smile kindly at her, she seems a little out of her element. Robin's always been a little odd, but you admire that about her. You set your bag down on the floor. "Wait here, I gotta grab the camera." You say, and she plops down onto the edge of your bed. You retrieve the camera from Mom's room, checking to see how much film is left. Not much, good thing you picked some up. You walk back in, closing the door. Robin seems to have located the D20 and booklet from your nightstand in your absence, flipping through the pages with widened eyes. "Oh, my God! What are you doing!" You shriek, cheeks going red as she's found something very private and personal to you. You snatch the items from her hands, putting them inside the nearest drawer and out of sight.

"Sorry, they were just...out. I wasn't meaning to pry, I got curious." She looks down at her hands, ashamed for embarrassing you. You sigh, plopping down beside her.

"It's fine, really. But if you breathe a word about it to Steve, or anyone for that matter, I’ll have to kill you. Slowly and painfully." You warn, cracking into a smile to show her you're not that serious about it. She laughs at your words, glad that you're not too upset.

"Can I ask something, though?" Robin says quietly, meeting your eyes again.

"Yeah, anything." You reply, unsure what her question might be.

"Exactly how many of those pages have you and Eddie tested already?" She inquires, cocking an eyebrow at you.

"Um, about half of them. We've gotten a few repeats, you know, with the die leaving it up to chance and all. He made it for my birthday, actually." You recall, cheeks heating up a little as you speak.

"Way to go, Y/N!" She gives you a high five, further lightening the mood as you share another laugh. "And I figured it was his doing, I'd recognize his artistic style anywhere. Dustin's always showing Steve all the cool stuff Eddie draws for D&D, and I just so happen to be around to look over his shoulder."

"Eddie is very talented. He made me this, too." You hold up the guitar pick around your neck, and Robin leans in close to read it.

She gasps at how adorable it is, truly surprised. "Oh, my God, that is so sweet! I never took him for such a romantic."

"Me neither, but he's always had an affinity for turning expectation on its head." You can't help your gaze drifting as you think about him, your cheeks blushing deeper. Robin takes notice, quickly getting excited.

"You love him, don't you?!" She slaps your arm playfully, drawing your attention.

"I really do!" You give an ecstatic nod, meeting her eyes. "You wanna know a secret?" A sly smile plays on your lips, and Robin can't resist a juicy detail to save her life. She nods silently, eyes sparkling with glee. "He said 'I love you' first."

"No fucking way!" She cries ecstatically, jumping off the bed to pace as she soaks this information in. "When did he say it? Was it really romantic? Does he mean it?" Her mouth spits out a long stream of questions at you, desperately needing to know everything about that day.

"I'll tell you all the details, but please, sit down! You look like you're gonna explode." You chuckle, patting the bed again. She lets out a deep breath, taking a seat once more. Her head rests in her palms as she sits cross-legged to patiently listen to you. "Okay, so we'd only been seeing each other for about five days. Eddie was picking me up from school, and he was in his cute little work uniform. I'd been thinking about him all day, so we did it right there in the parking lot, where anyone could see. We looked into each other's eyes the whole time, it was sooooo intense. And then afterwards, he said it. Of course, he got all adorably flustered and almost talked himself out of it!"

"That is insane! For him to say 'I love you', and so soon? Damn, you must be something really special to him." She marvels.

Your smile falls when the word 'special' leaves her lips. "I sure hope so."

Robin catches on to your uncertainty, digging a little deeper. "What do you mean?" She puts her hand on yours, which takes you aback. You tense up, relaxing once you realize she's just trying to comfort you.

"I mean, he tells me how 'special' I am all the time. And he's so sweet, and kind. I'm sure he means it. I just wonder if I'm really worth all that. You know?" You keep your eyes trained on your lap, slipping towards the deep dark pool of self-doubt again.

"Look, I may not know you super well or anything. But from what Dustin tells me, you're pretty fucking amazing! Plus, Eddie isn't the kind of guy to waste time on people or things that he doesn't deem worthy. So, quit sulking, and let's take some sexy pictures!" She squeezes your hand, pulling you back to sunshiney reality.

"Thanks, Robin. You're a good friend." You speak softly, smiling again. "I just have to change first, a lovely saleswoman named Mandy helped me find the perfect thing to wear. Oh, can you dig around in my closet for the black strappy heels? She recommended I wear them with it." You go for your bag, unzipping it to pull out the lingerie and Polaroid film.

"Uh, sure. But don't get mad if I'm lost. I've never been too savvy on women's fashion." She replies, reluctantly sliding your closet door open. Luckily, there's only one pair of shoes in there that match your description. She lets out a relieved sigh, grabbing the heels and bringing them back to the bed. Robin catches a glimpse of the black lace, eyes bugging out. "Yowza! You're really going all out, aren't you?"

"I suppose.” You shrug. “It's not the only thing I got for him. He's actually a pretty good cook, but he doesn't know how to make a lot of things. So, I got him a couple cookbooks. I think he'll like them. Although, I'm sure he'll enjoy this a hell of a lot more." You joke, closing your bag again. You stand upright to start undressing, and Robin awkwardly turns away from you. "You don't have to look away. It's just us girls here." You chuckle, there she goes being strange again.

"No I- I know. Just uh....naked people make me uncomfortable." She stutters, and you feel bad for laughing.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't think about that, but do what you need to do." You try to let her know it's okay, not wanting to be yet another person who treats her differently.

"Thanks. Most people don't get it." You can hear a smile in her voice, giving you one too. You remove your day clothes, taking the lacey set off the hanger. You hold it in your hands a moment, running the soft material through your fingers. You can't wait for Eddie to feel it 一feel you一 for himself tomorrow. You start with the bra, slipping your arms through the straps and closing the clasp. You're facing your vanity, watching yourself become clothed in the beautiful fabric. You admire your reflection as you put on the crotchless panties, the garter belt, the pantyhose. Once the stockings are secured to the belt, you turn around.

"You can look now." Robin shuffles to face you again, taking in the sight before her.

"Holy shit! You're so hot, you just might kill him!" Her jaw falls open, unable to believe how gorgeous you are.

"Well, I certainly want to knock him dead, but not literally." You giggle as you come over to the bed. You slip on the heels, boosting your height by a couple inches. You turn on the balls of your feet, checking the mirror again. "Hmm, I feel like I'm missing something. I think this look needs makeup." You sit at your vanity again, applying some light foundation and rosy blush. You line your eyes, adding a dark shadow to your lids. You finish it off with a cherry red lip. Perfect. You leave your hair down, tousling it with your hands a little to give it a sexed-up appearance. You make one last inspection in the mirror, nodding in satisfaction. "Okay. I'm ready now. The camera is a little low on film, but I bought more while I was out. So, shall we?" Robin seems to have spaced out, her eyes glued to your torso. She notices you looking at her, averting her gaze immediately.

"Sorry, yeah. Let's get to it!" She laughs nervously, taking the camera in her hands. Robin stands as you climb onto the bed, tentatively holding the viewfinder to her eye as you figure out your posing. You start simple, sitting at the edge with your legs spread wide and feet planted on the floor. You grip your shoulders, letting your elbows rest against your tits. "Ooh, that's a nice start." Robin comments, getting ready to take the shot. "Don't forget to give a sexy smile." She adds, and you happily accept her suggestion, tilting your head to the side. The camera snaps, and the picture spits out the front of it.

You quickly move into a new pose, laying sideways with your head propped up on your elbow. Your other arm runs down your leg, stopping at your lower thigh. You spread your fingers apart, slightly pressing into your flesh. Another click of the camera goes off, signaling for you to move again. "You know, I wasn't so sure about this before. I was so nervous even being in the lingerie section in the store. But, actually wearing it now? I feel amazing." You marvel at your sudden burst of confidence, unable to believe wearing sexy underwear is enough to make you feel this good about yourself.

"Well, you seem like a natural to me." Robin replies, focusing on aiming the camera to keep herself from staring at your beautiful figure.

"Thanks." You're on your hands and knees now, giving the illusion of you crawling across the mattress. You arch your back, and lay the tip of your tongue on your upper lip to suggest that you're licking it. Robin captures it, and that's the end of the old film. You retrieve the new pack for her, and she quickly loads it in. "Hey, you wanna come closer? I'd like to get some of me laying down." You ask as nicely as you can, not wanting to order her around.

"O-okay." Robin replies, slowly inching her way over. She refuses to bring the camera away from her eye, keeping the other one tightly closed. You lay back, splaying your hair around the pillows. Your arms reach straight out across the bed, and you slightly bend your knees with your legs held together. *click* You bring a hand to your breast, squeezing it. And you playfully bite the index finger of your other hand, keeping your legs in the same place. *click* You position your arms lazily by your head, and arch your back off the bed. You let your mouth sit slightly agape, letting out a small sigh. *click*

"That's probably enough for this position." You say, noticing Robin's shaking a little from leaning over so far to hold the camera above you. She moves to the side of the bed, and you lay down on your stomach. You bend your knees so your feet are in the air, ankles crossed. Your chin rests on your fist, giving a playful look. *click* You sit up on your knees, back turned to Robin. You turn to look over your shoulder at her, another sultry smile displayed on your red lips. *click*

"Can I make a suggestion?" Robin pipes up, which almost startles you as she's been pretty quiet this whole time.

"Sure."

"Can you lay your head upside down over the edge?" You do as she asks, which lets your hair hang almost to the floor. "And then hold your legs in the air, knees bent like the other pose you did while laying down." Again, you imitate her request. "And...I dunno, hold your hands out to the sides, gripping the edge of the mattress." You do. "And let your mouth fall open, like wide but not too much. You know?" She really seems to have an eye for this stuff, you make a note to tell her she should pursue photography. *click* “Amazing.” She comments.

"I think one more should do it, but what I have in mind is probably a bit vulgar. Are you okay with that?" You ask, not wanting to make Robin any more uncomfortable than she already is. Even when she was leading you for a moment, her voice was trembling.

"That's fine." She replies, still aiming the camera. You get in your final position, sitting on your knees again but facing her this time. You're giving a three-quarter profile, and you slip one hand between your legs. You don't actually touch yourself, that wouldn't be appropriate. But you pretend you are, bringing your other hand to your chest again. You gently cup your breast, and let your head fall slightly back and to the side as you let out an exaggerated moan. *click* Robin almost drops the camera after the last photo is taken, she's shaking like a leaf now.

"Are you okay, Robin? Was that too much? I swear, I was just pretending." You get off the bed, going to her. You take the camera from her grasp, helping her sit down. She avoids looking at you, still trembling.

"I-I know. It's okay, I'm just..." She tries to form the words, but they won't bring themselves forward. She didn't expect to be so attracted to you, and she doesn't want you to find out and think she’s creeping on you.

"Robin, whatever it is, you can tell me. Here, let me put on a robe." You pull your robe from the closet, slipping it on to cover up. You sit back down beside her, taking her hands in yours. "What happened?" You ask, unable to figure out what exactly went wrong here. Her eyes are glistening, almost like she's going to cry. She looks at you, realizing how close your face is to hers. Her eyes flick to your lips, breath stuttering as she stares at their inviting red hue. She turns her head away, ashamed for thinking about you like that. You're straight, and have a boyfriend. There's nothing coming from your end, she doesn't want to make a big deal out of this. You noticed her looking at your mouth, the same way Eddie looks at your mouth before kissing you. "Oh." You say simply, understanding what's going on here.

"What?" Her eyes snap to you again, brows furrowed as she's confused.

"I think I know why you've been so nervous. I don't want to assume anything, but I want you to tell me. And if I'm right, I just want you to know that it doesn't bother me." You say calmly, putting a hand on Robin's shoulder.

"Okay, but please, don't tell anyone. Only Steve knows, and I can't have everyone in town knowing this information." She pleads with her eyes, and you comprehend just how important it is to keep her secret.

"I understand. My lips are sealed, okay?" You mime locking your lips and throwing away the key, making her crack a smile.

"So, I....like girls. And I didn't really think about it when you asked me to help you, I just wanted to be a good friend. But seeing you, in that, and that last pose. It was a bit much for me. I'm...very attracted to you." She winces at the last sentence, afraid that you'll freak out. But you have nothing but a kind look on your face, unphased by her words. "But I know you're straight, and with Eddie. I totally respect that. I can just be friends, if you're okay with that." She looks down again, waiting for you to throw her out or something.

"It's more than okay. Friends get feelings about friends all the time, but they usually pass. It's a natural thing to be attracted to people, Robin. I'm not weirded out by it. You haven't done or said anything out of line, alright?" You do your best to reassure her, but you understand something like this must be terrifying for Robin. If she tells even one wrong person, the whole town knows what she is and judges her for it. You pull her into a hug, and she softens into it. A few tears fall from her eyes to soak through your robe, but you don't mind.

"Thank you, Y/N." She says, barely above a whisper as she tries to contain her sobs. It's so frustrating for her to have to go through this process with someone any time she wants to come out. Her anxiety kicks in, there's always the possibility of the person rejecting her or telling other people. Sure, she's only told you and Steve, but she has to repeat this awful process every single time for the rest of her life. Always worrying about rejection, hoping for acceptance. It's not fair, but in a time like this, and a town like Hawkins, that's the way it is.

"You're welcome, although I feel like I'm doing the bare minimum here." You laugh, causing her to giggle through her tears. "Thank you for sharing yourself with me. That can't be an easy thing to do."

"It isn't. But so far, it's been worth it. Now I have two friends who know, that's twice as many as I had before. I dream of a day where everyone I know knows, though it's not very likely in our lifetime." Her voice is hopeful, but also tinged with melancholy.

"I'd like to think that day will come much sooner than expected. That's the optimist in me, I suppose." You joke again, which she finds amusing. You pull away from the hug, craving a cigarette. "Hey, you want a smoke? Figure you could use one after all that." You offer, standing up to retrieve the pack from your bag.

"Oh, no thanks. I don't smoke." She scrunches her nose, finding smoking to be utterly disgusting. She wipes her eyes, getting up to grab her things.

"That's alright, if you wanted to stick around though there's beer in the fridge." You'd like to hang out with her a bit longer, but she seems ready to leave right about now.

"Nah, I better get home. Thanks, though. We should hang out again sometime. You can bring Eddie and I'll drag Steve along." Robin offers.

"Sure thing!" You bring her in for another hug, before letting her go. "Oh, do you mind putting my bike on the side of the house? I meant to take it out before coming inside. I guess I got ahead of myself."

"No problem at all. I got it. I'd hate for the neighbors to see you in your underwear." She teases. "Bye, Y/N. I'll give you a call to hang out sometime, okay?"

"Sounds great, Robin. I'll see you around." You smile at her as she leaves the room, closing the door behind her. You hear the front door open and close, and you take your cigarettes over to the window. It slides open easily, and you pull a cig from the pack, bringing it to your lips. Flicking the lighter, you breathe the smoke in deeply. You hold the box loosely in your hand, brushing over the cute message written on it with your thumb. You're still on the same pack Eddie left in your bag a couple weeks ago, as he usually offers you one of his own whenever he's around.

You set your cigarette on the windowsill for a moment, walking toward your dresser to look over the photos Robin took. You bring the stack over to the window, continuing smoking as you inspect them. Fuck, they are gorgeous. They're a tad amateurish, since you've never done this before, but Robin is a decent photographer. Eddie is going to absolutely lose his shit over these. When you see the final shot with your fake moan, your eyes widen as you look at yourself. It's like you're seeing a completely different person, but it's just... you.

You finish your smoke, flicking the spent butt into the grass. You shut the window, drawing the curtain and putting the photos in your bedside drawer. You change back into your clothes, hiding the lingerie away for safe keeping to wear tomorrow night. The next hour or so is spent digging around the junk closet in the hallway to locate an envelope for the pictures, and either a gift bag or some wrapping paper for Eddie's cookbooks. There's fishing poles, board games, old photo albums, and various items scrambled inside the closet. You eventually locate the bin for gift-giving supplies, pulling it out. You sit on the floor, sifting through the mass of paper and bows in the thick plastic container. The front door opens again, with Mom strolling inside. "Hey sugarpuff, how'd your shopping trip go?" She calls to you, placing her purse on the hook by the door while glancing in your direction.

"It went very well. Eddie's gonna love his presents." You call back, finally finding some wrapping paper that isn't for Christmas or a birthday. You also find a red envelope that’s the perfect size for the Polaroids. You put the bin back in its place, shoving the random items that fell in your excavation back into the closet haphazardly. You meet her in the kitchen, setting the things you retrieved on the counter. You go to the pantry, taking out a snack-size bag of Lay's to reward yourself for your hard work.

"What’d you get him?" She asks, cracking open a Diet Coke and taking a big gulp.

"Well, he's a pretty good cook. I got some books of recipes for him to try." You answer before popping a potato chip in your mouth.

"Is that so? What does he make for you?" Mom questions curiously. She's quite eager to hear you talk about Eddie, she's his biggest fan at this point.

"Um, French toast, and spaghetti. I know that's not a lot, but when he makes them, it's the best I've ever had." You smile at the thought, the mention of French toast reminds you of how Eddie licks the stray syrup from your chin when you inevitably make a mess.

"Ooh, look at you! You always blush when you talk about him! It's so cute!" She squeals in delight. You can't help rolling your eyes, focusing on your snack to avoid her gaze.

"Yeah, I guess I do. Been hearing a lot of that lately." You can't help it, Eddie can make you so weak in the knees with just a look. Every word he says to you is kind and loving, every touch so warm and adoring. Even during the short periods where you have to be apart, he plays around in your mind all day. The mere mention of his name is enough to drive you wild.

"That's a good thing, Y/N. Everyone sees how much you care for one another. I'm sure Eddie gets an earful from his uncle about it, too. You're not the only person in the world with an 'overbearing' guardian, ya know." She chuckles, taking another sip of her soda.

"I suppose you're right. Apparently, Eddie tells Wayne all about me. It made him blush when his uncle brought it up one time." You giggle, remembering how red his face got. It was so devastatingly cute.

"I'm happy to hear it, sugarpuff. Are you all studied up for your final exams?" Mom's really kicking into high gear today, touching all the bases.

"Oh yeah, I crammed almost every day you guys were away while Eddie was at work. I'm anxious as always, but I'm definitely ready for it."

"Good to hear, I'm sure you'll ace everything. You always do, my little brainiac." She pulls you into a hug. "Well, I'll leave you to wrap your presents. You excited for tomorrow?"

"Yes, but also kinda nervous." You bite your lip, unsure how tomorrow will go. You've thought about it nonstop, agonizing over every potential answer to every potential question.

"What's there to be nervous about? It sounds like Wayne really likes you, and it's not like Eddie's proposing or something. Right?" She raises an eyebrow, wondering if that's even a future possibility.

"No, no. It's waaaay too soon for that." Marriage has never really crossed your mind before, and you doubt Eddie has thought about it either. The word itself sounds so final, scary, even. "Living together came up in conversation last week, actually. And we both want that someday, just not right now. I've got school, Eddie has Wayne. Plus, we have, like, no money for an apartment." Mom just looks at you as you list the many reasons as to why you can't move further in the relationship just yet.

"Is that really all that's stopping you? Money?" She asks seriously. Your eyes widen, her phrasing making you suspicious.

"Mostly, yeah. Everything else can be worked around I guess, why?" You give her an odd look.

“I'm just thinking, maybe I can help you out. Is this something you really want?" She knows you've never really asked her for anything, even as a child you didn't care to ask for extravagant things. As gifts, or otherwise. Maybe this can be her way to give you something you truly want, to reward you for all your hard work. You've made her so very proud, never backing down to a single obstacle that stands in your way in the pursuit of success.

"Mom, be serious! It's too early for that! And you don't exactly have extra money to throw around." There's no way in hell you're letting her pay for your rent. If anything, you should be paying her for letting you live at home for so long.

"Hey, now. We do alright. And...I may or may not have been squirreling away a few extra bucks here and there to give to you when you need it."

"Mom, no way! I can't ask you to do that!" You shake your head, coming up with every excuse in the book to shut down the idea.

"But you aren't asking, sugarpuff. I'm offering. And look, if it's still too soon for you, I understand. How about this? When you and Eddie have been together for six months, revisit the conversation with him. And if you both still want this, I'll pay for the first couple months, okay?" Your mouth tries and fails to form a response. Mom has always been so supportive of you, but this? She's already done so much over the years, this is overdoing it. "You don't have to say anything. Just...don't say no, for now at least. Think it over for a bit. When the time is right, come back to me. Deal?"

"Deal." You manage to squeak out the word, quickly embracing her again. You squeeze her so tight, this is the best gift she's ever given you. "Thank you so much, Mom. I love you."

"Love you too, kiddo. Now, go on! You've got some wrapping to do!" She pats your shoulder, shooing you away to return to your task.

"That I do." You beam at her, still flabbergasted at what she's offered you. "You're the best mom in the world." You say gratefully, heading back to your room with your things.

"You're damn right I am!" She laughs as she calls after you. You close the door, breaking out into a happy dance once you're all alone. You know this isn't a sure thing, but it's exciting to have some semblance of a plan in place. You debate telling Eddie, though maybe it's best to not get his hopes up. As much as you love each other, you're still in the 'honeymoon' stage. You could tell Robin though, she can keep a secret. You'll tell her all about this and your date as soon as you find the time.

You set the paper on the bed, pulling the books out of your bag. You hold them in your hands, feeling how thick and hefty they are. You really hope Eddie likes them, though you could probably give him a carton of cigarettes and he'd be happy. He's relatively easy to please, especially when it comes to you. You can't wait for tomorrow, your talk with Mom has definitely put your mind at ease. You have no reason to worry, it's just dinner. Wayne adores you, and Eddie loves you more than anything. You proceed to wrap the books together as one gift, it just seems easier that way. You've always been an expert at wrapping gifts, a skill you've graciously accepted from your mother. There's nary a wrinkle, tear, or sloppily placed piece of tape to be found.

Once the books are perfectly encased in the dark blue paper you dug from the closet, you put them on your vanity for tomorrow. You pull out the photos, looking through them once more before sealing them in the envelope. You locate a pen, writing 'Eddie, My Love' on the envelope in perfect cursive. It goes on top of the books, and you sit on your bed to look at the sealed presents. You wish it was tomorrow already, time never moves fast enough when you need it most. You hear the phone ring in the living room, and Mom picks it up.

"Eddie's on the phone for you, Y/N!" She shouts to you. That's odd, hopefully he's not calling to cancel or something. You leave your room, skipping down the hall to the phone. Mom hands it off to you, walking into the kitchen to nonchalantly eavesdrop on your conversation.

"Eddie?" You ask, curious as to what he's calling you for.

"Hey, angel. I've missed you today." Eddie speaks sweetly.

"I've missed you too, baby. What's up?"

"Well, I've got some bad news. Wayne isn't feelin’ so hot, so we'll have to do dinner another time." He sounds genuinely disappointed, he was so looking forward to sharing a meal with you and his uncle.

"Oh, okay. Do you need to stay home and take care of him?" Your heart sinks, you were really looking forward to this. But you know health comes first, and you can always celebrate another day.

"I actually offered to do that, but you know Wayne. Always a stubborn bastard, and he doesn't want me getting sick and potentially giving it to you. I was thinking we could go out somewhere. It's also occurred to me that I've been an improper gentleman, as I haven't taken you on an actual date before." He chuckles, making you giggle. He's so funny when he speaks formally.

"That would be great!” You chirp. “Not that I mind how we've done things so far. We're both not really ones for crowds." You add, so he won’t think you find the time spent together thus far as less than you expect from a relationship.

"Very true. But every girl deserves to go on nice dates, especially when they're you." God, he's such a charmer. You don't know where he gets it from, but it's so amazingly sweet.

"Well, far be it from me to say no. Where were you thinking of going?" There's not exactly a lot of options in Hawkins, but you'll have a candlelit dinner in an alley behind a fish market if it means you get to be with Eddie.

"I was thinking...a picnic in the park? I've heard those are very romantic." You can hear the smirk on his face, visualizing it in your mind.

"Oh, are they now?” You tease.

“I’d like to think so, sweetheart.” Eddie jests back.

“Well, I'm looking forward to it. Any notes on what I should wear?" You ask, your tongue poking into your cheek. You just can't help yourself sometimes.

"Something comfortable, and easy to get out of. You know I think you look gorgeous in anything...and nothing at all." His voice has darkened a little, sending a chill down your spine as he speaks directly in your ear.

"Naughty boy." You reply with a sultry tone, looking behind you to make sure Mom's minding her P's and Q's. You continue once the coast is clear, she must have gone to her room. "I might just have to punish you if you keep that up." You hear him gasp on the other end, wishing you could see the bulge growing in his pants right now.

"Oh, I'm counting on it, darling. You have noooo idea." He nearly purrs through the phone. You almost whimper at his words, he really knows how to push your buttons. Apparently Eddie can hear your breathing change on the other end, wasting no time in pushing you further. "What's wrong, princess? You feelin' a little hot under the collar?" He's teasing you ruthlessly now. If only it were possible to pull him through the phone so you could pounce on him. But you know better than to give in so easily, two can play at this game. 

"Oh, you know what? I am feeling a bit anxious, I may just have to go to my room and relax." You emphasize certain words, hoping he catches your drift. You take it a step further when he stays silent. "It's too bad you're not here to help me, I guess I'll just have to do it myself." He tries to stifle a groan, but the end of it still slips out. "What's the matter, Eds? Did you light a fire you can't put out?" You flirt back, licking your lips. This is fun.

"God, you're so lucky I'm not home alone right now. Otherwise, this would be a much more detailed conversation. I better go, something has come...up." He clears his throat, swallowing hard. You both laugh at that, and you'd be lying if you didn't want to have some private time of your own after how you've been speaking to him. "But I love you, and I'll pick you up around five. I'll see you tomorrow, sweetheart."

"I love you too, Eds. And tell Wayne I said to get well soon. See you later." You hang up the phone, turning to find Mom standing right behind you. "Jesus Christ! Mom, what the hell are you doing?" You shriek.

"I'm guessing your conversation went well?" She asks with one of her signature knowing looks.

"Mom! Please tell me you weren't spying on me! I thought you went to your room!" You groan, any arousal you had running for the goddamn hills. Your cheeks burn red, and you sit on the couch with your face buried in your hands.

"I was, but I needed something from my purse. I wasn't meaning to hear anything. You're not exactly subtle." Claudia chuckles, not really finding this to be a big deal. She remembers being your age and talking to your dad like that when they were in high school. It's only natural to be playful with one another. She wishes you weren't so upset over it. "Y/N. It's really not an issue. You're not a kid anymore, I can't expect you to be innocent forever."

"Oh my god, just stop it! I could just about die from embarrassment right now. I'm going to bed." You rush off to your room, not wanting to speak another word about this. You retreat to the one space that's all your own, slamming and locking the door. Five more months can't go by soon enough, you need to get out of this fucking house. You fall head first onto your bed, screaming into the pillows. You stay like this for a moment, wondering what Eddie's up to right now. If the end of your call was any indication, he's probably laying in bed, thinking about you while pleasing himself. You envy him, there's absolutely no way you're doing anything remotely arousing tonight. Not after Mom listened to you talk dirty over the phone. You'd cry about it if you weren't so tired. You haven't even bothered to turn the light off when you unexpectedly pass out for the night.

To be continued…

[midnightjewel]

Taylor Swift Songs For Your Relationship With The BNHA Boys <3

(Part 2) Part 1

Characters Include: Midoryia, Mirio, Todoroki, Shinsou

Midoryia

Mine (Speak Now TV)

Do you remember we were sitting there by the water you saw me start to believe for the first time

Everything has Changed (Red TV)

Is something I know now, know something now I didn’t before.

And all I’ve seen since 18 hours ago is green eyes and freckles and your smile

New Years Day (Reputation)

But I stay when it’s hard or it’s wrong or we’re making mistakes

Cornelia Street (Lover)

Windows flung right open, autumn air, jacket round my shoulders is yours. We bless the rains on Cornelia Street, memorize the creaks in the floors

Daylight (Lover)

And I can still see it all in my mind, all for you all for me intertwined

Sweet Nothing (Midnights)

They say the end is coming, everyone’s up to something I found myself running home to your sweet nothings

Mastermind (Midnights)

What if I told you none of it was accidental…

Angst

Champagne Problems (Evermore)

“She would’ve made such a lovely bride, what a shame she’s fucked in the head” they said

Peace (Folklore)

Your integrity makes me seem small, you paint dreamscapes on the wall, I talk shit with my friends… it’s like I’m wasting your honor!

Come Back…Be Here (Red TV)

This is when the feeling sinks in, I don’t wanna miss you like this…

Back to December (Speak Now TV)

I’d go back in time and change it, but I can’t. So if the chain is on your door, I understand.

White Horse (Fearless TV)

Cause I’m not your princess, this ain’t our fairytale, I’m gonna find someone someday who might actually treat me well…

Should’ve Said No (Taylor Swift)

I can’t resist, before you go tell me this, was it worth it? Was she worth it..?

The Prophecy (TTPD)

Please, I’ve been on my knees, change the prophecy

Mirio

So High School (TTPD)

Get my car door, isn’t that sweet then pull me to the back seat. No one’s ever had me, not like you…

But Daddy I Love Him (TTPD)

And I’m running with my dress unbuttoned. Screaming “but daddy I love him!” I’m having his baby… no I’m not, but you should see your faces!

Ours (Speak Now TV)

Don’t you worry your pretty little mind, people throw rocks at things that shine but they can’t take what’s ours

State of Grace (Red TV)

And I never (never) saw you coming! And I’ll never be the same…

Begin Again (Red TV)

And we walked down the block to my car and I almost brought him up but you start to talk about the movies that your family watches ever single Christmas and now I wanna talk about that…

And for the first time, what’s past is past

I Know Places (1989 TV)

They are the hunters, we are the foxes and we run. Just grab my hand and don’t ever drop it, my love.

Baby, I know places we won’t be found and they’ll be chasing their tails trying to track us down…

False God (Lover)

We might just get away with it. Religions in your lips. Even if it’s a false god, we’d still worship. We might just get away with it the alter is my hips even if it’s a false god…

Angst

So Long, London (TTPD)

I didn’t opt in to be your odd man out, I founded the club she’s heard great things about

The Great War (Midnights)

It turned into something bigger, somewhere in the haze got a sense I’ve been betrayed

Looked up at me with honor and truth, broken and blue, so I called off the truce. That was the night I nearly lost you…

Blank Space (1989 TV)

Screaming, Crying, Perfect Storms

Oh my god, who is she?! I get drunk on jealousy

I Wish You Would (1989 TV)

You always knew how to push my buttons, you gave me everything and nothing…

Is It Over Now? (1989 TV)

Think I didn’t see there were flashing lights? At least I had the decency to keep my nights out of sight, only rumors about my hips and thighs and my whispered sighs, oh lord

Death By A Thousand Cuts (Lover)

I dress to kill my time, I take the long way home, I ask the traffic lights if it’ll be alright they say “I don’t know…”

imgonnagetyouback (TTPD)

(My personal favorite)

I can feel it coming humming in the way you move, push the reset button we’re becoming something new. Say you’ve got somebody I’ll say I’ve got someone too. Even if it’s handcuffed I’m leaving here with you.

Todoroki

Love Story (Fearless TV)

Romeo save me I’ve been feeling so along I keep waiting for you but you never come, is this in my head I don’t know what to think he knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring

Timeless (Speak Now TV)

Even if we’d met on a crowded street in 1944 and you were heading off to fight in the war, you still would’ve been mine we would’ve been timeless

Holy Ground (Red TV)

Spinning like a girl in a brand new dress, We had this big wide city all to ourselves. We blocked out the noise with the sound of “I need you”

Delicate (Reputation)

Sometimes I wonder when you sleep, are you ever dreaming of me?

Dancing with our hands tied (Reputation)

I’d kiss you as the lights went out, swaying as the room burned down. I’d hold you as the water rushes in if I could dance with you again

All of the girls you’ve loved before (Lover)

All of the girls you’ve loved before…

Made you the one I’ve fallen for

The Tortured Poets Department (TTPD)

Sometimes I wonder if you’re gonna screw things up with me. But you told Lucy you’d kill yourself if I ever leave…

Angst

Cold As You (Taylor Swift)

And you come away with a great little story, of a mess of dreamer with the nerve to adore you

Mr. Perfectly Fine (Fearless TV)

So dignified in your well pressed suit, so strategized all the eyes on you, sashay your way to your seat, it’s the best seat in the best room

All Too Well (10 Minute Version) (Red TV)

You kept me like a secret… but I kept you like an oath…

I Bet You Think About Me (Red TV)

At your cool indie music concerts every week, I bet you think about me in your house with your organic shoes and your million dollar couch

Wildest Dreams (1989 TV)

Someday when you leave me I’ll bet the memories follow you around…

You’re Losing Me (Midnights)

And I wouldn’t marry me either, a pathological people pleaser, who only wanted you to see her

The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived (TTPD)

We’re you sent by someone who wanted me dead?

Shinsou

I Can See You (Speak Now TV)

I could see you in your suit and your neck tie, pass me a note saying “meet me tonight” then we kiss and you know I won’t ever tell yeah….

You Are In Love (1989 TV)

You can hear it in the silence…

You can feel it on the way home

Don’t Blame Me (Reputation)

And baby for you I would cross the line, I would waste my time, I would lose my mind…

Afterglow (Lover)

Hey, it’s all me… just don’t go, meet me in the afterglow

Willow (Evermore)

The more that you say, the less I know. Wherever you stray I follow, I’m begging for you to take my hand, wreck my plans

Labyrinth (Midnights)

Lost in the labyrinth of my mind…

Mastermind (Midnights)

And the first night that you saw me I knew I wanted your body…

I laid the groundwork and then, just like clockwork, the dominoes cascaded in a line. What if I told you I’m a mastermind?

Angst

Haunted (Speak Now TV)

You and I walk a fragile line… I have known it all this time

Clean (1989 TV)

The rain came pouring down, when I was drowning that’s when I could finally breathe

Now That We Don’t Talk (1989 TV)

I don’t have to pretend I like acid rock, or that I’d like to be on a mega yacht with important men who think important thoughts, guess maybe I am better off

exile (Folklore)

“So I’m leaving out the side door”

“So step right out!”

Right Where You Left Me (Evermore)

When I felt the moment stop, glass shattered on the white cloth…

loml (TTPD)

Your arsons match your somber eyes…

[laurolive]

Paul and Linda, a collection of PDAs: Part 1 - A Million Kisses

In our walk down the memory lane of Paul and Linda’s love story, which still captivates the romantics and the 60s-70s music lovers out there, we start with an excerpt of an interview.

Rolling Stone cover June 17, 1976: “Yesterday, Today, and Paul.” In this interview, Paul says something interesting:

I mean, I kissed Linda onstage the other night, and for me, that’s kind of, ‘Wow, I must be getting real relaxed,’ ’cause I can’t do that in public, normally. I’m a bit kinda shy.

Paul McCartney shy about showing affection? Well, artists are certainly a different breed. He can sing a heartfelt love song in a venue full of people, but has to work up the courage to give his wife a little kiss? As photos will tell, he soon got over that quirk.

And even before this RS interview, he could certainly be demonstrative when a photographer or videographer was around, whereas the average person would be more guarded knowing that their tender moment would soon be out there as a picture in a magazine or a video clip on TV (we’re talking pre-internet days here).

RS Interview from The Paul McCartney Project

The 1970s: Not Exactly in Public, but There Must Be Someone Holding The Camera

1970 or 1971. Aww, so sweet.

June 1971 The video for the song “Heart of The Country” was made in Scotland. Is that a kiss? We might have to examine the still pic below. 

June 1971 A still image from the “Heart of The Country” video. I’ll count this as a kiss.

1974 In the garden of their house with baby Stella between them. It’s a published pic, so I’m counting it as a public kiss. (An “almost-kiss” but close enough.)

1974 Photoshoot for the Apr. 7, 1974, issue of New York News magazine. The cover story was "Just an Old Fashioned Beatle: An Exclusive Visit with Linda and Paul McCartney." Aww, lips softly touching the cheek is something I’m going to classify as a kiss.

Magazine article: @johnflyons.beatles on instagram

Post-1970s: Now We’re Really in Public

Sept. 21, 1982, at Linda's first photography exhibition in London. Photo © Robert Rosen. Rosen talks about the snap in this excerpt from an interview with I-D magazine:

What's one photo you're really proud of? Robert Rosen: I love the shot of Paul and Linda McCartney kissing. As soon as I had it developed I just thought, wow, I did that. I sent them a print but didn't hear anything more until a few months later, when, Paul and Linda turned up to a gallery event I happened to be at. At one point, Linda tapped me on the shoulder and said, 'Are you ignoring us?' She gave me a big hug and told me they loved the photo. That obviously meant a great deal to me.

From The Guardian archive, 21 September 1982: First London exhibition for Linda McCartney

I-D Interview with Robert Rosen Sept. 20, 2017

November 26, 1982, in Paris, France during photography month. An exhibition of Linda’s photographs was part of the event. Okay, his lips are just grazing her hair, so I’m going to call this a “hair kiss.”

Feb. 8, 1983 The 1983 British Record Industry Awards. Paul gets a congratulatory kiss from Linda after winning the 1982 British Male Solo Artist award and the Sony Trophy Award For Technical Excellence. The Beatles won the Outstanding Contribution to Music award.

More pics: The Paul McCartney Project

The same 1983 British Record Industry Awards. Two kisses in one night! Paul can’t hide his surprise.

Nov. 28, 1984 Another congratulatory kiss from Linda as Paul is presented with the Roll of Honorary Freedom of the City of Liverpool.

October 16, 1986 British Video Awards at Grosvenor House Hotel, London.

Rupert and The Frog Song awarded the Best Selling Video of 1985

April 4, 1989 Ivor Novello Awards at The Grosvenor House Hotel. Paul wins, Linda gets a kiss (so they both win 😊).

July 29, 1990 Backstage during the Paul McCartney World Tour 89/90 at Soldier Field Chicago. Linda is bidding farewell to Paul as she heads for the dressing room and he to the press tent.

From I Saw Him Standing There, Jorie B. Gracen, 2000. @thebeatlesofoz2 on Instagram

April 27, 1994 Press Conference for Linda's Home Style Cooking at Beverly Wilshire Hotel in Beverly Hills, California. Paul comes out to endorse Linda’s book, and greets her with a kiss.

Video clip of Paul’s entrance from CelebrityFootage.com

1997 from the video for the song “The World Tonight”

1997 A kiss in the studio, from the documentary In The World Tonight.

Let’s see the whole sequence of that kiss, right from the beginning:

Bonus: Wedding Kisses March 12, 1969

You go Linda! Give your groom a kiss like the cameras aren’t around.

Everyone’s relationship dream: Get someone to look at you the way Linda looks at Paul here.

[foxes-that-run]

Glitch

Glitch is about an affair (someone else's playground) with an ex (sweat you out). It references a blood moon & a “2190 day love lock out”. Exile means to be barred or locked out. To me, “Exile” starts at the 2015 BBMAs. 2186 days later is the 2021 Brit’s, which they attended 8 weeks after speaking at the Grammys. That moon cycle had a blood moon. (2021 timeline)

It is yet to be a surprise song and Taylor has said little about it. Taylornation used it in promos for 1989 TV and Wildest Dreams TV during Red TV. It has a number of Haylor references. It has shares a Spotify Wildest Dreams visual.

Lyrics

We were supposed to be just friends You don't live in my part of town, but maybe I'll see you out some weekend Depending on what kind of mood and situation-ship I'm in And what's in my system

This verse establishes that Taylor and this muse have a history, but are being 'just friends'. Although they don't live in the same part of town, Taylor mentions they see each other based on mood, situationship and intoxication. This sounds like casual hookups. Taylor and Harry have songs about 'just friendship' in:

Now that we don't talk "Truth is, I can't pretend it's / Platonic, it's just ended, so"

To be so Lonely "I know that you're tryna be friends, I know you mean it Don't call me "baby" again"

Fine Line "You sunshine, you temptress / My hand's at risk, I fold"

INTHAF "Something gave you the nerve / To touch my hand / It's nice to have a friend"

I think there's been a glitch, oh, yeah Five seconds later, I'm fastening myself to you with a stitch, And I'm not even sorry Nights are so starry, blood moonlit It must be counterfeit I think there's been a glitch, oh, yeah

In the first verse Taylor told how they are friends who contact each other occasionally, however there is a glitch and she's attached. This verse has Haylor references:

'Fasting myself with a stitch' / OOTW 20 Stitches in a hospital room & Woman "And promises are broken like a stitch is"

"I'm not even sorry" was the title Taylor joked about giving to Style to Rolling Stone “We should have just called it ‘I’m Not Even Sorry."

Starry nights: Snow On The Beach: Flying in a dream, stars by the pocketful

Counterfeit - in TBSL Harry agrees it’s a Trick to get her attention.

Finally blood moon lit. I think this interaction occurred under a blood moon. There’s only a handful of dates that could be, but I think it is May 25 2021. (Sorry blood moon album drop truthers, yes I know about red)

I was supposed to sweat you out In search of glorious happenings of happenstance on someone else's playground But it's been two thousand one hundred and 90 days of our love blackout The system's breaking down (the system's breaking down)

Taylor had intended to get over wanting her muse by sleeping with them but she still wants him

The someone else’s playground sounds as if Taylor and the muse are not single, which they weren’t. This is 2 months after the 2021 Grammys

“Love lockout” is similar to “Exile”/woman where Taylor sang about the 2015 BBMAs as the start of the exile/love lockout. 2186 days later was the 2021 Brits awards. They had started writing about each other. (Midnights was started after the Grammys, Harry’s house was completed 3 months later).

And in bejeweled MV she told us Exile was ending (MV was a year after the 21 Brit’s)

A brief interruption, a slight malfunction I'd go back to wanting dudes who give nothing I thought we had no chance And that's romance, let's dance

Taylor tells herself it’s a brief moment, she tells herself to go back to her BF who gives her nothing.

To me the brief interruption / slight malfunction could refer to the brief times they have indicated they saw each other (I did something bad/high infidelity and cruel summer/falling, these didn’t last.)

It ends on a note of temptation. she explores her disbelief that this muse wants her more in Snow on the Beach.

She lets herself enjoy the moment and dances, which is a dangerous thing for the same reasons in Cowboy Like Me

[monstraduplicia]

Best incest recs go

AH ANON YOU CAME TO THE RIGHT PLACE

books: pin by Andrew Neiderman, flowers in the attic by vc Andrews, lost souls by poppy z Brite (there's like 5 different incest pairings in that one), brother by Ania ahlborn, sharp objects by Gillian flynn, backroads by tawni odell, knockemstiff by Donald ray pollock, the devil all the time by Donald Ray pollock, vampire knight, and Chi no Wadachi by Shūzō Oshimi

movies/TV shows: supernatural, the borgias, welcome the stranger, oshi no ko, flowers in the attic the origin, hemlock Grove, savage grace, jack goes home, the dreamers. shame 2011, dead ringers, twin peaks (and fire walk with me of course), stoker, secret ceremony, sharp objects, brimstone, ginger snaps, possum, the blue lagoon, jug face, the loved ones, a cure for wellness, titane (it's projected incest but still counts. to me.), cruel intentions, saint narcisse, transamerica, the baby 1973, the falling 2013, womb 2010, the quiet, the lodgers, parents 1989, oldboy (only the original not the godawful remake), jupiter ascending, mothers day 2010, what Josiah saw, like minds, mother may I (kyle gallner my beloved), bunny lake is missing, farinelli, a reflection of fear, I start counting, and track 29

[stellabystarlight12]

CHARACTER OF THE DAY: Maurice Evans 1901-1989

A veteran of London theater and Broadway, Maurice helped bring Shakespeare to early TV audiences. King Richard ll, Taming of the Shrew, The Tempest and Twelth Night were presented live, with Maurice winning an Emmy for MacBeth.

Among his best-known performances today are as Samantha's father (and Endora's EX) on Bewitched, as Mia Farrow's only friend in Rosemary's Baby and as Dr. Zaius in Planet of the Apes.