#curfew poem

[randomrichards]

AFTER THE CURFEW:

Ex freedom fighter

Can’t fit in with normal life

Been had by leaders

#after the curfew #random richards #poem #haiku #poetry #haiku poem #poets on tumblr #haiku poetry #haiku form #lewat Djam Malam #criterion collection #criterion channel #Usmar Ismail #Asrul Sani #Youtube

[peace-and-light-poetry]

Home by Sundown

Ordinarily, she prefered to travel During the day and be home by nightfall This night, however,

She wouldn't be successful In getting home by sundown

She opted for an outing But her foresight is as myopic As her usual sight

Generally, she travelled on weekdays That day, however, she made an exception Her commute would be long, certainly

But she wanted to go to this event As noted before, her foresight is very myopic If she had enough of it,

She'd have had the sense to go in the early morning And then she'd be home sooner

She tried to leave before it got too dark But time wasn't her friend, so she'd have to travel at night After sundown

The daylight was safer The dark held unseen dangers (and she'd like to not be pancaked)

Next time, she'd act more wisely And go in the early morning So she can be home

Before it gets dark.

#anxieties #time crunch #suburban ohio #reality subtext #written on the fly #short poem #fear of the dark #self-curfew #Free-verse #written 3/5/2023 #myopic foresight

[dogearedstories]

Within Close Range: Curfew

Within Close Range: Curfew

Every mile or so, I glance to the clock. Hoping time will stop. Or that it’s not really five o’clock. The final mile along the road, I roll down the windows to air out the smell. The woodland creatures are beginning to shift, so once in the driveway, I turn the lights off and roll slowly along, with the engine hushed. Safe inside, it’s straight to the fridge. Grabbing cold pasta, I…

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#1970s #1970s childhood #american poet #american short stories #american short story #childhood #comedy #Creative non-fiction #curfew #dad #dogearedstories.com #family #father #home #poem #poems #poetry #short stories #short story #siblings #teen years

[fuckyeahhistorycrushes]

Edna St. Vincent Millay was a poet whose work was definitional to the glamour of Roaring Twenties America. She was born in 1892 and when she was just seven, her mother divorced her father and took her and her sisters to live in Maine. The Millay household was one of strong, intelligent, independent women and the bond they shared is one of the most fascinating I've ever read about.

Millay wrote poetry from a young age, and when she was twenty, her poem Renascence got the attention of a wealthy woman who decided to sponsor her way through college. She went to Vassar and was nearly prevented from walking at her graduation for breaking curfew one to many times, but her classmates all rallied to defend her and the headmaster relented.

People could not stop falling in love with this woman. In her Vassar years, many women fell head over heels for her. She also had many affairs with men. When she did marry, in 1923, she and her husband loved each other dearly, but neither gave up the relationships they had on the side, they "lived like a pair of old bachelors."

Her poetry is beautiful and aside from being the first woman to win a Pulitzer Prize for Poetry, she was also such an evocative wordsmith. Themes of love, death, and nature are prevalent throughout, but she has a unique twist on them. I really appreciate the way that women are depicted in her work as whole beings with wants and needs outside of being a chaste object of desire for a male narrator.

And also she's very beautiful. I could only attach one picture here but she really is very good to look at.

#history #history crushes #submission

[neil-gaiman]

I got to see you tonight, you, little you all the way up, from the penultimate row of the circle section of seats. Row W seat 45. In the opera house that is, and when I left I looked back to marvel at it at 11 pm at night.

It was illuminated by the city, a bat flew above I could make out as well as I made you out down on stage, glowing in light, and I like to believe the bat sang; perhaps of umbrellas.

I have wanted to message you. I have spent hours studying your tumbler reblogs and likes (I google you♪) and QnAs and don't dare ask about good omens. You've heard it enough and if you don't know that it will end in a garden just like it began then what do I know. I've never had enough of an excuse before...

Before tonight; so here I am in your inbox to say I really adored your poem written on the 26th of January, 2011 did you say? It really moved me and made something felt heard that I long to hear screamed from all.

You wouldn't of seen me crying, and I kept it as quiet as possible in hopes no one around me heard either. My heart couldn't hold all the vibrations, the beautiful and elegant yet wild Fourplay, and the song the bat in your chest sang that I got to hear was all too full and heavy and light and joyful for me. Little me in the back, with no date, with Shaun tans older work (the arrival) in ink on my flesh, with a copy of equal rites in my bag that if for some random chance I bumped into you, British you in my city, I would bother and beg you to sign it, plagiarizing Terry's signature. And maybe even ask you , if it wasn't too much trouble, to hug it for me.

I forgot the exact phrase but was it the fight of flesh? Something about flesh that meant something similar to pickling and tickling. I really quite liked that bit too. I enjoyed almost all of it, and wanted to apologise for how dead the packed house was. I was too nervous to stand for your final applause; I can only assume everyone being in THE Sydney Opera house in front of THE Neil Gaiman and THE fourplay quartett was, and was saddened to see not many pick up on your hints to beg you all for more. It was a sad walk back to the mic I must say. Not on your shoulders mind you, your wordcraft made the evening a magical memory I will not forget it. Thank you very kindly Neil ♡

You are so sweet. Thank you. (Don't worry. We didn't have anything left for another encore, and we had a curfew so had to be off the stage.)

I'll check on the lyric and let you know in a reblog.

[sodamnradd]

Hermione is alone on the porch when he arrives.

Everyone is asleep inside, drowsy after Molly’s Sunday roast and countless bottles of celebratory champagne.

Her stomach twists into a thousand tiny knots.

“Congratulations.”

“Don’t,” she says sharply, another knot welling up in her throat.

Beneath the amber lantern, his eyes are bloodshot. The last time they saw one another, they were bright and melting, burning holes into her skin that she wished to fill with him.

He stuffs his hands into his pockets and stands there, looking at her.

She can’t stand the weight of his gaze, so she stares at her knee. At her hand on her knee. At the sparkling jewel nestled around the finger of her hand on her knee.

“I still read Muggle literature,” he says, sitting beside her.

They used to discuss Muggle books for hours, far past curfew, hiding in empty classrooms where nobody could find them.

She notices he’s holding a slip of parchment.

“Different material, though,” he resumes. “Poetry. You know how you would look at the oil landscape on the fourth-floor corridor and say a storm was brewing, but I envisioned it as the end of one?”

“It was literally titled ‘Brewing Tempest’.”

“Not,” he taps her knee with his, “the point.”

She smiles.

“Poetry is kind of like that. Imaginative. Inclusive. Even a stranger can read a few lines and feel at home.”

“Why haven’t you written to me?”

“I was giving you time to be with your friends. You missed them.”

“I miss you.”

The parchment rustles in his hands. It’s folded eight times over. He folds and unfolds it restlessly. “I’m not a writer.”

“I know that.”

“Neither are you,” he adds, insulted by how quickly she agreed.

She breathes a laugh. “I never claimed to be.”

“Do you know what a haiku is?”

“Did you write me one?” she asks, amused.

“No. But I found one that expresses how I’ve felt these last few weeks, watching you slip away. It’s by an American poet. Billy Collins. Maybe it’s too late to give it to you, but I knew I’d regret if I didn’t at least try—”

Hermione snatches it from his hands.

Draco rebukes her impatience, but he rambles when he’s nervous and she's brimming with curiosity.

“Where are you going?” she calls after him.

But he’s already halfway gone, shaking his head like he can’t stand to be there anymore.

Heart in her throat, Hermione reads:

He may compare you

to the dawn, but I

stayed up all night to watch it.

She reads it again.

Twice more.

And then she’s running.

“Draco!” she cries, afraid the pop of Apparation will go off before she can stop him. “Draco!”

It’s too dark and she hasn’t cast a Lumos spell and she can hardly see where she’s—

“Oof!” he gasps as she barrels into him.

It’s the sweetest sound she’s ever heard.

Hermione throws her arms around his neck.

“I made a mistake! I never should have said yes. You didn’t write, so I thought you didn’t want me. You never said anything at school. But I’ve felt this awful regret since the moment he put the ring on my finger and I know it’s because of you. I know—”

He cuts her off with a bruising kiss, pressing into her with such conviction, a thousand knots come undone. Hermione buoys.

The next day, Ron awakes, groggy and hungover.

Alone.

A letter sits on his bedside table. Hermione’s engagement ring sparkles on top.

(588 words, prompt: it's a poem, I read this haiku by Billy Collins and remembered this prompt and had to do something with it.)

#sodamnrad #dramione #draco malfoy #hermione granger #draco x hermione #hermione x draco #dhr #dramione drabble #drabble #sodamnraddrabbles

[fandomtherapy44]

Dean x reader So American One-shot

Summary: A vague plot based off this incredible song and my love for Dean Winchester

Paring: Dean Winchester x reader

Word count: 2,011

Song: So American-Oliva Rodrigo

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saradika

Drivin' on the right-side road

He says I'm pretty wearin' his clothes

And he's got hands that make Hell seem cold

Feet on the dashboard, he's like a poem I wish I wrote

I wish I wrote

Dean Winchester the guy that stole my heart and shattered my heart in the span of three months. It was my last year of high school. In the last stretch I was the top of my class. Going to Harvard, I never went out of line, always on time for curfew. My parents expected me to be perfect. So I never went out with friends or party’s I was asked out but the answer was always no. My whole goal was to get there and to continue to be perfect but then I met him.

It was the last three months of school. A normal school day with me focused on my work and my teacher announcing that we were getting a new student. All of my classmates were talking about who would join a school in the last three months. Then everyone went quiet when he walked in I wondered why so l looked up and it was the most handsome guy I had ever seen. “Uh hey my name is Dean Winchester and I'm looking forward to all the party’s for the end of senior year!” He fist bumped the air and everyone whopped and clapped in agreement but me. “Dean, why don’t you take a seat next to Y/n.” Damnit. He walks over to me with an egoist bob of his head. “Hey I’m Dean.” He held out his hand with a smirk. “I know.” “Well miss Knowitall what’s your name.” “Look dude can you leave me alone and focus on your work.” “Gesse I was just trying to be friendly.” 

Couple weeks had passed and Dean did not stop try to talk to me which got really annoying. “Hey Y/n you going to the football party this weekend?” “No” “Why?” “Because Dean I have to work on the Graduation speech.”  “Ooh you're the valedictorian smart and pretty.” I was a little too flabbergasted to respond so I just kept working as I always did.

The bell rang and I got up quickly to not have to look at Dean but my teacher had other plans. “Y/n just one minute You too Dean.” Why me!? “Yes Mr.Baker” Dean and I were now at the front. “Dean these last few weeks your grades have not been the greatest.” “Mr. Baker, what's the big deal? It's almost the end of the year.” “That’s exactly the problem Mr.Winchester if you do not pass the next test you won’t graduate.” Damn that sucks but why am I here. “Seriously!?” “Yes Seriously but I think a tutor would really help you.” Oh no no no. “That’s why I have Miss L/n here.” NO “If she is willing to take you on I think you can pass she’s top of the class.” Both of them look at me in questioning. I looked at Dean’s face and for some reason I did something I never thought I would I said yes.

That was over ten years ago I went to college and continued to be perfect but I never forgot that Damn handsome Dean Winchester. I got my dream job at the top too. I never really dated after Dean. I couldn't, I couldn't give my heart again. 

And he says I'm so American

Oh God, I'm gonna marry him

If he keeps this shit up

I might just be in lo-lo-, lo-lo-, lo-lo-, lo-lo-lo-lo-lo

“Thank you for doing this.” We were at the coffee shop early in the morning before school. “Yeah sure but you have to be committed, that means no party’s no girls…” “Hey I am going to be Mr.School I might even go above you.” “Okay Mr.school when you get more than a c then we'll talk.” I tapped his book. “Damn ok so Miss scholar has jokes.” He gave me his smile and that was the first time that my heart quicked a little bit. 

I was getting drinks with friends. The music was loud and lights blinding but I could still see him through all of that. I was sure it was him even though we were both eighteen when we last saw each other. That golden brown hair the green in his eyes looked like the sun mixed together with the tops of pine trees. The freckles dusted over his face like glitter. It didn’t matter if it had been ten years since I had seen him, I memorized every detail of him. He was chatting up some beautiful blonde woman and it was like I was back in highschool before he and I got together. 

I gave my friends an excuse that I had to work early the next morning and got up at a quick pace and shuffled my bag over my arm and I practically ran to the exit. When I entered the dance floor there were so many people that I couldn't see my footing and I tripped over my own foot. But luckily someone caught me. 

I was pacing back and forth in the hallway sweat running down my forehead looking at the clock every minute. The door opened very slowly and Dean walked out with head hung low. “Oh Dean, maybe I can talk to the teacher for you and you can retake it.” He holds up his head and brings a smile on his face. “No need cause I passed!” I paused for a second and I hit his shoulder. “Dean Wincheseter! Don’t you ever do that again!” He was laughing at my fake hits now. “OKAY okay I won’t teach now let’s go celebrate me gradienting highschool.”

I start to follow him and then think about how it’s almost eight. “Wait Dean, it's almost eight and I have curfew.” “Come on Y/n this is a big accomplishment on both of us. And you deserve it more than any of us.” He was right, I had worked my ass off. I deserve this. “Okay well if I'm going to break a rule then we are going to do it right.” “Great what’d you have in mind?”

We were on this cliff that overlooked the city that I found when I was a freshman and that was probably the last time that I was here. I looked over to Dean biting into his burger and the juice dripping down his lips and I couldn't stop thinking about… “Y/n y/n?” Dean was waving his hand in front of me. “Huh sorry.” “So how does it feel to break a rule miss perfect?” I sipped my drink to really think about his question.

“I haven't been here in years because I wanted to put my all in school work so my parents could know that their sacrifices meant something. I haven't had a damn burger in so long so I could only eat “brain food” my parents would say. I haven't breathed in the night cold air in the fear that I would get a cold. So to answer your question Dean it feels fucking amazing.” I grabbed my burger and took a huge bite. Dean looked a little shocked at that but happy too.

“Well it looks like we both taught something to each other. I’m glad I can leave you like this.” “Leave? You're leaving?” “Yeah my brother and I only went to school here while our Dad was doing … work.” “So this is kind of also a send off for me and I couldn't imagine spending it with anyone else. I just wanted to thank you for helping me.” “It was nothing really.” “No Y/n you are the first person who’s looked at me and saw more.” “Well you saw more then miss perfect.” “As I said before smart and beautiful.” At this point we had gotten closer on top of the old chevy impala and he leaned in and kissed me.

I apologize if it's a little too much, just a little too soon

But if the conversation ever were to come up

I don't wanna assume this stuff

But ain't it wrong?

I think I'm in love

I looked up and it was a very tall handsome man with shaggy brown hair. If a moose had a human from this would be him. “Are you okay?” I stopped to shake my head. “Yeah I’m fine thank you.” “Here, why don’t you sit down.” He brought me over to the bar. “Hey can I please get some water for…?” He looked at me for my name. “Y/n.” “Here you go.” “Thanks.” “No problem.” I glugged down my water. “Oh I didn't even get your name.” “It’s-” “Sam!” A voice called out from behind him. I looked up and nearly choked it.was.DEAN. I got up quickly and spilled the water all over me but that didn't matter. “Ah thank you but I got to go!” I got up and ran out. Dean came up to Sam. “Who was that huh Sammy?” Dean raised his eyebrows up and down. “No, just some girl needed help.” “What was her name?” “Y/n” “Y/n? Huh”

It was the next morning and the whole night my head was filled with sweet fluffy dreams of him and that's how I knew I woke up because it's not reality. I went to my regular coffee shop. It was the same one from those years ago. I turned with my drink in my hand and I collided with a hard chest. “AHH Im so sorry.” I grabbed napkins and started to wipe and I looked up and it was the man I had been trying to avoid. “Y/n?” “Dean Hi” I wanted the earth to swallow me. “How are you doing?’” “Good look Dean I got to-” “Go work of course well if you want to catch up I'll be in our spot tonight.” Dean walks out. And I'm left to wonder what to do.

I drove to the spot it was still abandoned as the last time we left it and just as breathtaking. I got out of my car and I saw that old chevy Impala and Dean standing there. I breath in deeply to prepare myself. “Hey.” “Hi.” “So how’s life?” He asked me. “Uh good you?” “I wish I had the same answer.” He leaned against the Impala. “That bad huh.” “You have no Idea.” “And I'm guessing you went through college being the badass you are.” He always made me laugh. “Badass I don’t know about that but yeah college you?” “Yeah, college was never really for me. I went into my dad’s business.” “Well, whatever makes you happy, but college is missing out on one of the smartest people I've ever met.” He laughs.

“Wow, that coming from miss.Scholar is huge.” “Oh, shut up.” I pushed on his shoulder. “Look I'm really sorry how we left things.” “It's okay Dean you to go.” “No, it's not I regret it every day.” “We were kids we couldn't control our situation.” “Still.” “Well, were adults now so how do you feel now after seeing each other again.” I said standing closer to him like all those years ago. “I feel like I should have held the girl tighter who changed my life closer.” “And I feel like I should have held the boy closer.” At this point we were right up against each other. And I did something I thought I never would do again. I kissed him. 

And he laughs at all my jokes

And he says I'm so American

Oh God, it's just not fair of him

To make me feel this much

I'd go anywhere he goes

And he says I'm so American

Oh God, I'm gonna marry him

If he keeps this shit up

I might just be in lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-love

#dean winchester #supernatural #team free will #sam winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester supernatural #dean x reader #olivia rodrigo #oliva rodrigo #guts olivia rodrigo #guts olivia rodrigo album #Olivia Rodrigo so american #Spotify

[fiercynn]

palestinian poets: ibtisam barakat

ibtisam barakat (pronunciation) (arabic spelling: ابتسام بركات ) was born in jerusalem, and grew up in ramallah, palestine. she came to the u.s. for an internship at the nation magazine in new york city.

she holds two masters degrees, one in journalism and one in human development with focus on creative writing's effects on self-understanding. she has taught language ethics at stephens college. she is a life-writing coach and the founder of "write your life" seminars for groups and individuals who want to turn life stories into literature and books.

she authors in both english and arabic, and her work centers on healing social injustices, especially in the lives of young people. her writings exist in numerous translations.

IF YOU READ JUST ONE POEM BY IBTISAM BARAKAT, MAKE IT THIS ONE

OTHER POEMS ONLINE THAT I LOVE BY IBTISAM BARAKAT

Curfew at universe of poetry

A Poem Made of Water originally published in Interpretations

Palestine originally published in Arab World Geographer

Scribbles on the Poverty Line at Poemist

Tea Invitation at Best Poems

When Palestine is Free I Will... at her website

#ibtisam barakat #poetry #free palestine #palestinian poets series

[solar-halos]

my baby fever is officially back so here are some odesta baby hcs

• i’ve mentioned this before, but i think their baby is annie’s spitting image but his mannerisms / personality are very similar to finnick’s

• building off of that, he makes poems about tadpoles and seashells and sand crabs and annie hangs them all up on the fridge. when there is no more space on the fridge they make a scrapbook

• also mentioned this before but i think it’s a pretty popular hc that annie knows how to knit bc mags taught her how. so i think she’d make baby booties and beanies and gloves and she’s freaking out bc she wants to finish all the projects before her due date and everyone is like “?? you live in d4” and annie and finnick (bc in my opinion he lives) are still freaking out bc what if their kid gets cold? (they end up lending a lot of it to katniss and peeta for their kids)

• okay apparently my dad was the only person who cussed around me as a kid so when i was little i said a curse word except i said it in such a thick accent my mom wasn’t even sure what i said at first. i think this would happen with haymitch. odesta is the first to have kids out of the bunch so he’s probably still a little rough around the edges and annie and finnick know that bc their kid starts reciting very colorful d12 curses in a very haymitch abernathy accent. but at least they’re spending time together

• whenever annie is up late from a nightmare she checks up on him and in my experience kids are literally awake like 24/7 so when she sees that she’s like “you wanna bake cookies or go for a swim?” and obviously the answer is yes but he has to know the rules in order to break them (it’s the finnick odair in him!) so he brings up the lights out rule and she’s like “babe i made up that rule so i can just take it back let’s go do something” and so they do! and then her son is soso tired the next day and annie is like hm. maybe MY mom never broke the lights out rule for a reason. (she still breaks it anyway. in moderation)

• finnick loves pretending to be a submarine whenever he and his son play out in the water, complete with sound effects. annie thinks it’s fucking ridiculous (it’s also her favorite thing ever)

• speaking of finnick, i think they have one more kid after the first one but they’re so close in age they’re like we’re never doing this again. they end up doing this again a few years later

• you know those towel cape thingies? yeah. love that. they def have matching duck ones

• finnick and annie are both so chill in different ways. spoiling your appetite? annie’s like, yeah. i was literally doing the same. finnick is like, um. i’m literally in the middle of cooking dinner. going cliff diving? finnick is like, sure. we did that all the time when i was your age. have fun. annie is already swaddling their poor kid in a bunch of flotation devices

• with that being said whenever odesta’s kid wants something he has to be very strategic on who he asks. egging the mayors house? annie will buy him the eggs. traversing the district w some friends? finnick tells him to be back by curfew

bonus:

johanna’s favorite game to play with odesta’s kid is hide and seek. not in a you-hide-i-seek way. have you ever seen that tiktok that’s like “when you’re done playing hide and seek and someone comes out of the most ridiculous place sweaty and dusty and have dry lips and no money and no future”? that’s them, except the feeling is mutual. at first it freaked annie and finnick out that their son would disappear for long periods of time but then they figured out that all they needed to do is see if johanna was marching around the house and upturning everything in her path

#odesta #annie cresta #these were kinda all over the place in terms of age #but whenever a mom has a gaggle of kids following her like ducks in a row it’s so 🥺 #like yes that’s a lot of kids but also that’s so cute you’re their ma and they’re following you and just. so cute

[xiaosfiance]

Genshin boys as subtle things I do to show I care.

(or assigning things I do when I have a crush to them)

Implied modern au

XIAO;;

Somehow, always recognizes you in the crowd. Watches every move you take, short glances every now and then, but never makes a move or starts a conversation. He just...watches from afar. Or more like admires you from afar.

"what are you talking about? I wasn't staring at them, I was just zoning out."

DILUC;;

Extra gentle towards you. Rethinks every sentence he's about to say like, 23 times, before actually saying it outloud or over text. It's not like he overthinks every interaction with you or something, it's just that...he finds himself caring about your feelings far more than he should.

"I hope what I am about to say does not come across as rude."

KAZUHA;;

When reading poems, the thought of you always crosses his mind when he stumbles upon a love poem. Oh, and by that, I mean he can't even write them without it magically turning into a love poem centered around his feelings for you. And then all of a sudden BOOM his whole collection somehow reminds him of you as if you're everywhere and are the air he breathes.

"I do not want to be the girl who tucks you in,

And kisses you goodnight;

I want to be the girl who plagues your thoughts,

And keeps you awake at night."

WANDERER;;

Will literally go out of his way to avoid you at all costs. He leaves the room immediately when he sees you enter, and no, he doesn't hate you, he just... hates the way you make his heart beat so fast. He has no idea how to manage his feelings so his immediate reaction is to just straight up leave.

"Oh, y/n's coming to our hangout? I can't go anymore, my mom told me it's past curfew."

"bro ur mom abandoned you when you were 4."

ZHONGLI;;

Remembers every single thing you like, remembers every single word you say, and remembers your little quirks, hobbies, and the things you like to do, to the point it's actually creepy. Like wdym he remembered that one time you said "I like Hershey's chocolate." Next to a purple trashbin after your dog let out a massive fart at 7:22pm, Thursday, July 6, during your late night walk to 7/11?!?!

"You told me you liked this, so I got it for you."

CYNO;;

Would pause any game just to reply to your text. It doesn't matter if he's playing something online, or if he might derank if this round is lost, your way better than any of that anyway. Oh, you texted him during his valorant match? He's using his buy time to chat with you and walks into the round with only a classic in his inventory, and no shields. It's not like it matters what equipment he has anyway, he'll destroy the enemies weapon or no weapon.

"noob always going afk report tcggodcyno"

"ur just mad I have a gf to talk to during a game unlike ur maidenless ass"

#kazuha #kazuha headcanons #kazuha hcs #kazuha x reader #xiao genshin impact #xiao headcanons #xiao x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin wanderer #scaramouche headcanons #scara x reader #diluc headcanons #diluc x reader #diluc hcs #zhongli genshin x reader #zhongli hcs #zhongli headcanons #cyno x reader #cyno genshin impact #cyno headcanons

[latenightsimping]

Nothing Else Matters (part 3)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem reader (part 1)

Word count: 6,196

Warnings: Mentions of parents yelling, Jason Carver being an absolute shitheel (as usual), sorta angsty beginning but after that it’s pure fluff town, I don’t know shit about Advanced DnD because I don’t hate myself enough to play it (5th ed gang gang), description of parents being shitty, pure fucking indulgent fluff, Eddie being real cute, one sexually suggestive moment but nothing too explicit?, no use of y/n, Eddie treating you like you deserve xo

AN: Part three made me near sob with how cute it was, and also mixed with the fact this will never be real for me ;w; But yeah, fluff ahoy, let’s gooooo!

taglist: @awkwardambition @chickpeadumpsterfire @lonelysupernova (if I forgot you I AM SO SORRY I AM SMOOF OF BRAIN)

You were ten minutes late to curfew, and arrived through the front door to be greeted with both your father and brother utterly furious with you.

You were made to sit at the kitchen table, staring at the knots and scratches in the woodwork as your father berated you for your life choices. Talking about how you were supposed to be a ‘good girl’, how you weren’t to embarrass them by dating those who had a reputation like ‘that boy Munson’ did. Many cruel names were thrown your way, but you could barely hear them over the blood rushing through your ears. Flipping the bird at Jason had felt good at the time, but you knew he would get his pound of flesh somehow. And now he was basking in your downfall, leaning against the archway between the living room and kitchen with a small smirk on his face. Before, this would have bothered you. You would have practically got on your knees and grovelled for their forgiveness, and would have taken your punishments with a meek “thank you.”

But not any more. Without meaning to, probably without even realising it, Eddie had given you that last little push into becoming your own person. And it wasn’t even like it was solely because of him, either. You were doing this on your own steam, finally having enough of pretending to be something you weren’t. Deep down, you had your own passions, and wants, dreams and desires. Maybe it was just teenage rebellion kicking in late. Or the fact that you had begun to finally see that people who beat to their own drum were happier in themselves, and you craved it. You wanted to listen to music that made you dance like you never had before, maybe pick up an instrument and learn to make it yourself. Write some poems or stories, be creative, do something other than study and chores.

But you knew you had to be smart about this. If Jason was going to play dirty, two could play at that game. Being so explicit about your relationship wasn’t going to be the play, so you needed to reel it in a little. Take the punishment like you usually would, act upset and like you understood that this was for the best. All you focused your attention on was Eddie’s whispered words between soft kisses.

“You’re kind, and funny, and so smart. Beautiful, too.”

Pretty. Talented. Brave. Thoughtful.

Could one day undo a lifetime of being berated and pushed aside for your elder sibling? Absolutely not. You would probably still cry about it; yearn for a different timeline where you were both treated equally, mourning for the loss of parents and a brother that could have been. But you could make a start on undoing the process, and a first step was as good as any. Countless miles in arduous journeys all had to start at the same way, and that was with one foot in front of another.

You were finally sent to bed under the guise of ‘thinking about what you’d done’, the process of getting ready for bed done on autopilot. Once you slipped under the sheets and your head hit the pillow, it was if your batteries of bravery were taken away from you as soon as you were finally alone. You stared at your bedroom, cold and devoid of personal touches. Your mother liked to keep a tidy home, and it meant that décor was kept at a level she wanted, rather than what you did. Your friends had posters of their favourite bands, pictures of them and their loved ones and close friends tucked into their vanity, stuffed animals won at fairs or had other sentimental value to them.

But not your room. Yours was pretty, yes. Pale pink wallpaper and freshly washed sheets, but little else that would give away that a teenage girl lived there. When you thought back to Eddie’s room, it was his. Yes, it smelled of weed and cigarettes, and it was a bit of a mess. But he had his beloved guitars and amps, his heavy metal posters and magazines that focused on his interests. You could tell who he was, what he liked and what mattered to him. Nobody could say the same for you. All they might be able to glean was that somebody slept there during the night. You couldn’t stop the overwhelming sense of loneliness and emptiness pulling you under, and you cried yourself to sleep that night. Just like a lot of nights you’d laid in bed.

…

It was surprising that Jason ‘allowed’ you to sit at the Hellfire table. However, it was quickly evident the method behind his madness. Being sat at Eddie’s table just cemented your fate as a social pariah, your old friends turning their back on you as soon as the news spread about your relationship with it’s leader and many others giving you sneers as you passed them in the hallway. Perhaps he wanted you to learn what a relationship with Eddie would mean; nobody talking to you, having to duck and weave through glares and muttered insults.

But like you secretly hoped, it also meant getting to know new friends. Over the past month, you’d got to know the little group and their quirks. Dustin was a charmer, always with an easy smile and a quick wit. He reminded you a little of Eddie, in that way. Perhaps they were drawn together like magnets, two charismatic and kind people who deeply cared for their friends. Jeff was knowledgeable on his many interests, able to quickly recall pieces of information at a blinding pace and seemingly happy to have someone new to share them with who was interested in whatever he had to say. Grant, though sarcastic and deadpan most times, didn’t mind quietly catching you up on DnD terms whenever you looked a little lost as the group spoke. Gareth didn’t speak much, but when he did, his smile could light up the whole room behind that curtain of messy brown hair that hid away his eyes. Lucas could crack a joke that would have the group in stitches, and you’d spoken about basketball with him quite a lot when he mentioned an interest in it. You’d seen Mike a couple of times as you passed him in the halls, but he was a completely different person around his friends. Kind and compassionate under the surface, but he had that certain teenage angst that you didn’t mind. Slightly endearing, in a way.

Once the shock of seeing the little sister of Hawkins High’s star football player died down, you were mostly left to your own devices- no doubt they’d found a new rumour about somebody else to gossip about. Jason refused to take you to school any longer, and that suited you just fine. You enjoyed the short walk a few blocks away where the school bus always parked up to take everyone to school. Not that you took it, of course. Eddie was always waiting a little further along, his metal music at a respectable volume until you both took off and hit the road. It was you who would turn up the dial, relaxing back in your seat as you put your converse on the dashboard and nodded your head to the beat. Eddie’s hand would always be on your thigh as he drove, and you welcomed it. A small reminder that he was always there, and would continue to be.

It was a chilly Autumn day, and you nestled yourself further into the hoodie you’d stolen from Eddie - as if you could steal something that was gladly given - as you frowned at the pages of the book that had been resting on your lap for the past five minutes. “I still don’t get it,” you finally admitted, a sigh leaving your parted lips, words slightly muffled thanks to the strawberry sucker that Eddie always kept a stash of in the passenger door for you resting on your tongue.

A cigarette was slotted between his own, the window rolled down to blow smoke out of as he threw a quick glance over at you. “What’s confusing you, princess? Talk me through it.”

“So… You roll the twenty sided dice, and that tells you if you hit or not, right?” Poor Eddie had been trying to explain Dungeons and Dragons for months now. He’d been patient, but you’d ended up getting a little frustrated on not being ready yet. He’d invited you to play your first campaign; a Halloween themed dungeon that the others seemed stoked about. Talking about what kind of monsters that they might face, and already scheming up tactics to try and overcome them. You’d nodded along, and yes you were excited too, but… What if you got it all wrong, and you messed up the game? Hellfire campaigns were so important to Eddie. You didn’t want to rain on his parade by being a nuisance that he needed to hand hold through it when he was in his element. So he’d given you the battered copy of the player’s handbook, now perched on your thighs that you’d read back to front and barely had a handle on.

“That’s right,” he smiled, a plume of smoke drifting from his lips as he spoke. “And depending on what you roll, I’ll tell you if it’s a hit or miss.”

Your brows furrowed a little as you popped the candy from your mouth, tapping it against your lips in thought. “And if I hit, I roll those other dice you told me about?”

“You’ll be playing a fighter, which is pretty self explanatory. If I tell you that you hit it, swing your sword at ‘em, babe.”

That part was pretty self explanatory. But it was the little boxes that signified combat modifiers that got you. Still, you pressed on as you quirked a brow. “And then I pick up one of those ten sided dice and roll it for the number, right?”

His grin widened as he ran his hand along your thigh, slightly chilled from the cold air that made you slightly shiver. Though you couldn’t completely blame the weather for it, not when he gently squeezed the uppermost flesh. “You got it. See? Gonna be a natural. You’ll pick it up real quick once you start, you’ll see. Besides, Henderson has designated himself dungeon babysitter for your first time.”

You playfully scowled, snapping the book closed and settling it beside you as you picked up his hand to interlace your fingers between his own. “I’m old enough to be his babysitter in real life. Sucks that I have to have one in this fantasy world.”

He clicked his tongue between his teeth as he took the final drag of his cigarette, bracing his knee against the wheel to use the hand that he was driving with to flick the butt out of the window. God forbid he let go of your hand, instead chancing a crash so he wouldn’t have to leave your grasp. “Ah yes, but Dustin the Serenader of Storms is a mighty bard, charged with proving his mettle by accompanying the Princess of Sabres through her first victory. May their gallant quest be swift, with treasures aplenty as their great reward.” He had slipped into his ‘Dungeon Master’ voice as he spoke, gesturing as much as he could with no free hands and making his voice boom through the van and over the background tunes of Anthrax.

You giggled as you popped your sucker back into your mouth, noticing how his eyes dipped down to watch you with a small dart of his tongue to wet his lips. You decided to play along as innocently as you could, rolling the stick between your fingers as you slightly hollowed your cheeks. That got him. You saw the confident demeanour slightly fade, replaced with a bob of his Adam’s apple and his eyes slightly widening. You looked at him through your lashes, leaning towards him as you tilted your head. “Will there be a very handsome prince waiting for me at the end of my quest?” you asked, your voice saccharine sweet.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, a smirk playing on his lips as he playfully shook his head and focused on the road. “You’re gonna be the death of me, you know that?”

You let the smile spread over your face as you settled back into your seat, loving that this new confidence that you’d slowly come to gain when one on one with Eddie. It massively helped that he practically revered you, in all aspects. You could still hear the praises that fell from his lips when he was buried inside you, whispered in the shell of your ear. It made you blush a little, squirming in your seat to try and dull the need. Looking over to Eddie, you noticed that he’d caught your change in demeanour. Confident to bashful in less than five seconds, and you knew he was amused. Judging by the fondness in his eyes, he liked it too.

Clearing his throat as he rolled the window up to try and let some heat back in for the last five minutes of your journey, you could tell he was thinking hard about something judging by the frequent tapping of the bands of his rings against the steering wheel. Not slow enough to be based on the tempo of the music, but just fast enough to let you know something was up. He gazed over to you again, an upturned corner of his mouth giving away a slight excitement. “Hey uh, pretty girl? You’re not grounded any more, right?”

You nodded, eyebrows slightly knitted together at the question that came out of the blue. “Technically it was up two days ago… Why?”

“You think you could convince someone to cover for you if you told your folks you were going for a sleepover?”

Your stomach flipped at the question. Small time rule breaking, you could handle. Hell, you’d done enough of it already. But this felt like a step up, and as much as it made you curious, it also made you apprehensive. “I… I could come up with something. Why, what’re you planning?”

“A surprise,” was his cryptic answer, that little mischievous smile that was often playing on his lips coming back full force. “Just clear your schedule for next weekend, ‘kay? Promise, you’re gonna love it.”

As much as you tried to get more clues to his surprise, he was being tight lipped about it. You tried to pay attention in class, you really did. But your mind was filled with half-baked theories and guesses; was he taking you out of town somewhere, so you needed the whole weekend? Was he going to let you stay at his trailer overnight? All you were sure of, was that you wanted desperately to find out.

You’d managed to concoct a scheme by the end of the day. You’d tell your parents you were staying over at a friend’s house, giving them Eddie’s trailer phone number in case they called to double check. They didn’t know Eddie’s voice, who would be playing the part of the fictional friend’s brother. It was a good thing that lying came second nature to your boyfriend when it came to authority figures, who’d managed to charm his way out of several situations over the years. Then again, it was unlikely they’d even call at all. The weekend Eddie had planned to spend with you, they were away on some sort of couple’s retreat. Pair that with Jason planning to throw a rager with his friends back at the house, he probably wouldn’t even notice you gone. It was a win-win situation, the stars aligning in your favour. All you had to do was count the days until next weekend.

…

Since you couldn’t get too dressed up at your own home, Eddie agreed to meet you at the trailer park so you could get changed. Trying to get dressed in his cramped bathroom was a bit of a chore, and a couple of times you had tripped over your own feet – leading to frantic knocking on the door and asking if you were okay – but you managed it well enough. You decided on a deep green plaid skirt that Eddie’s eyes always lingered on, paired with a beige turtle-neck sweater and black tights. Trying to do something with your hair ended in failure, so you ended up tying it back and clipping a small green bow to the top. For a second, you contemplated wearing the only heels you had, but decided on your trusty converse for comfort. Sweeping a small amount of makeup over your features, you took one final look in the mirror as you fussed with your hair.

It crossed your mind that you would be a stark contrast against Eddie’s own dress sense. Ripped jeans, chains and band shirts walking hand in hand with bows, soft knit sweaters and shimmery lip gloss. But that was something that you really liked. Knowing that out of the both of you, the one that was the softest, kindest and with the biggest heart wasn’t the one that people assumed. As you slipped out of the bathroom, you stood in the doorway of Eddie’s bedroom, fiddling with the sleeves of your sweater as you bit the inside of your cheek. He hadn’t seen you yet, too busy fiddling with the tuning pegs of his guitar with a cigarette dangling from his lips to hear your soft footfalls. Long legs clad in torn denim sprawled over the bed, eyebrows slightly furrowed in concentration as he listened to the soft notes that each pluck of the string earned him. A part of you didn’t want to interrupt him; wanted to watch him like this for a little longer. Wanted to focus on his beauty, plush lips and soft rounded eyes.

It was a creaking when you shifted the weight on your feet that gave you away, his head snapping up to look at you. A lopsided grin spread across his features as he gently placed his guitar onto the bed beside him, getting up to his full height. “Well, don’t you look beautiful,” he cooed, taking the final deep drag of his cigarette before snuffing it out in the ashtray and taking the last few steps towards you as he exhaled. A hand came up to tuck an errant strand of hair behind your ear, eyes flickering over your face as if he was taking in every detail. “Who you all dolled up for, hm?”

You giggled, swaying on the balls of your feet as you tilted your head. “Well, this really cute guy is taking me out on a date today,” you answered, happy to play along with the joke.

“Is he now?” he drawled, quirking an eyebrow as his hands came to rest on your waist. “Lucky guy.”

He finally caved, a chuckle rumbling through his chest as he finally leaned down to capture your lips in his own. He tasted like the cigarette that still lingered on his lips, and you didn’t hate it. To taste it was to know that it was Eddie kissing you, and you craved that more than anything.

When you finally pulled away, you took his hands into your own, swaying them between the two of you. “Finally gonna tell me where we’re going?”

He hummed in thought for a second, biting his lip as he smirked. Finally he shook his head, letting go of one of your hands to pull you towards the door. “Think I’ll keep it under wraps until we get there, princess.”

You huffed in annoyance, but you couldn’t erase the lovesick grin on your face as you followed him towards the van. As always, he opened the passenger door for you, helping you in before closing it behind you. While you waited for him to jog around to the driver’s side, you noticed a small bag full of snacks and drinks in the space between your seats. When he climbed in, you gave him a questioning look. “We going on a road trip?”

“Sort of. We got a long drive ahead of us,” he explained, fiddling with the keys and putting them into the ignition. “Don’t worry, I made sure to get your favourites.”

Sure enough, the snacks and candy that you tended to get from the store were there, including your favourite soda and a couple of brightly coloured lollipops for good measure. Getting settled into your seat, you unwrapped a sucker and popped it into your mouth, nodding your head along to the music as you fiddled with Eddie’s rings, his hand as always on your thigh as he drove.

For a while, you engaged him in conversation to keep him occupied. Things like the latest rumours around school – was Donna Schofield actually pregnant? More to the fact, who’s damn business was it if she was? - and the latest plans that Eddie had for some new songs that Corroded Coffin could play. He was halfway through telling you that he’d finally nailed the lead guitar for I Wanna Be Somebody when you hummed softly in agreement, eyelids growing heavy as you curled up to get comfortable. It wasn’t your fault that you fell asleep; the heater of the van made you comfortably warm, and Eddie’s hand smoothing the nylon-clad skin of your thigh felt so pleasant.

You didn’t realise that you dozed off until you felt someone stroking the apple of your cheek, your name being softly called until you opened your eyes. Eddie’s smiling face came into view as you yawned, stretching out your muscles as you gave him a meek look. “Sorry for falling asleep on you baby,” you mumbled, trying to rub your eye without ruining your makeup. The blanket that was always kept in the back of Eddie’s van behind your seat was draped over your thighs, and you smiled at the thought that he must have struggled to grab it while still keeping an eye on the road, just so you’d be comfortable.

“Oh, how terrible of you,” he answered with a sarcastic drawl, leaning his forearm on the top of the steering wheel as he grinned. “Had to keep looking over and be reminded of how cute you are when you’re asleep. It was torture, truly.”

“Shut up,” you retorted, though you giggled as you playfully reached out to jab his shoulder. Looking around for the first time, your eyebrows furrow as you try to work out your location. It’s a parking lot, that much you know. A pretty big one, and not one that you recognise.

Eddie seems to pick up your curiosity, deciding to keep the suspense by saying nothing as he pulls the keys out of the ignition and pockets them. Like always, he gets out first, jogging over to the passenger side to open the door and help you out. Keeping a hold of your hand, he points to the distance behind you.

Your eyes widen as you realise what you’re looking at, breath catching in your throat. The imposing building stood tall, columns and many stairs guarding the entrance. On the stonework, you could only just make out the wording, but you knew exactly what it was without even having to read it. Shedd Aquarium. The place that you’ve always wanted to go, your parents refusing because it was ‘too far’. Eddie had travelled over state lines, all the way to Illiois, just because you’d mentioned that your dream date was a visit to an aquarium. Your heartbeat raced at the realisation, blooming in your chest as you turned back to face him with the biggest lovesick grin on your face. “Really?” you whimpered, eyes glassy with unshed tears of joy as you squeezed his hands.

He chuckled in affection, pressing a kiss to your forehead and nodding. “Really,” he echoed. “Told you I’d take my girl to her dream date, didn’t I?”

You’d believed him; of course you did. But to have it really happening… You squealed with joy as you flung yourself into his arms, hugging him tightly around the neck as you peppered his cheek in kisses. “You’re the best,” you giggled. “You know that?”

“I aim to please,” he laughed, gently prying you off him and taking your hand back into his own. “Come on, let’s get inside. Go and look at all the pretty fish ‘n shit.”

You couldn’t stop smiling as you walked, babbling on about what types of sea life you were excited to see, and what you’d heard about the place, and how much you were excited for the gift shop afterwards. To Eddie’s credit, he nodded along as you spoke, swinging your joined hands and leading you towards the front door. He only parted from you for a second to pay for the tickets, handing you one as a keepsake, the other being gently slotted into his wallet. You were practically buzzing with excitement, pulling on his arm in the direction of the first tank.

He never stopped touching you, and you adored it. You were somewhere that nobody knew you; out of Hawkins, and away from judgemental eyes. You were like any other couple, his hand in yours as you pointed out whatever caught your eye, behind you with his arms looped around your waist and his chin resting on your shoulder as you marvelled at the beauties of nature. And so many times, your eyes drifted to look over at him, to look at his own beauty. The soft blue light made him look so ethereal, his eyes so soft and the upturned sides of his mouth as he focused on the scenes in front of him. Butterfly wings brushed against your stomach as you realised that he was yours. Eddie Munson had chose you, over so many other girls. He loved you, and you loved him with a matching ferocity. He had probably scrimped and saved, just to make you happy. It made your eyes sting with tears, a soft sniffle that slipped out of you making his head snap towards you.

“What’s wrong, pretty girl?” he whispered, face etched with worry as he brushed calloused fingertips under your eye to catch the wetness that wasn’t yet there.

“Just so happy,” you managed to say, shaking your head as you held him closer. You took a deep inhale as you hid yourself inside his jacket, being enveloped by the scent of cigarettes and weed, the heady cologne he always wore and something that you couldn’t describe except it being ‘Eddie’. It was something that you sought out over and over; it was the scent that let you know that you were safe, and you were loved. “So happy, Eddie. You don’t even know.”

You felt his lips on the crown of your head, and his hand smoothing up and down your spine. “’M so happy too, pretty girl,” he cooed, letting you stay there for a few moments. Letting you bask in him, and to ground yourself as you listened to his steady heartbeat. You heard him gasp softly too, the hand on your back gently patting to get your attention. “Look, babe. Check out the size of that shark.”

You looked up and over, grinning as you marvelled at the creature. When you briefly looked up, you saw Eddie’s eyes wide with childlike wonder, and you swallowed a giggle as you tore your eyes away. You were overjoyed that he was having a good time, just as much as you.

You spent hours wandering the halls and tunnels, stopping to look at everything. Pointing out things you noticed with each other, reading the little placards on the sides of the enclosures aloud so the other could focus on looking. It didn’t pass you by that this was probably Eddie’s first time in a place like this too. You knew about his childhood, and how money was always hard to come by, love and affection just as difficult before he lived with Wayne. It was something you were both experiencing for the first time, and the memories of this would always be so dear to your heart for that very reason. It was a perfect day. If there was a Heaven, some sort of afterlife, you were sure this would be yours. Being bathed in an aquamarine glow, the love of your life by your side, holding your hand.

When you finally saw everything there was to be seen, you headed into the gift shop, overwhelmed by the choices that were on offer. Stationary, mugs, toys and stuffed animals of most of the creatures you’d seen. You were a little saddened that you didn’t have much money in your purse, only the very small amount that your allowance gave. Eddie had asked you to pick out a mug with him, a small smile gracing his features at your slight confusion. “Wayne collects them,” he explained, and you remembered just how many there were adorning the walls and various surfaces of the trailer living room. “Want to get one for him, from me to you.” Your heart warmed at the sentiment. Even though you hadn’t actually met the man yet, you guessed that Eddie had mentioned you to him. You both picked out a mug decorated with pretty fish, the name of the aquarium emblazoned on the front. You both agreed that it was the best of the lot, and your heartstrings were tugged at the thought of Eddie being so thoughtful. Even on a date, he thought of Wayne, his kindness and love for his Uncle evident in the action. God, you were a goner for this boy.

You were ready to leave empty handed, until Eddie dragged you towards the massive wall of stuffed animals. “Pick one,” he said with a smile, nodding his head towards them.

You shot him a sheepish look as you fiddled with the sleeve of your sweater. “I can’t afford it,” you admitted, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth.

His eyebrows shot up, chuckling as he shook his head. “Wasn’t asking if you could. Wanna buy my girl somethin’ to remember the day by. Go on, have a look.” You were about to open your mouth to argue, to say it wasn’t necessary, but it was like he could read your mind. He furrowed his eyebrows, and you matched it. Your lips parted again, and he interrupted you with a playful noise. “Ah ah, sweetheart, it’s my treat. If you’re worried about bringing it home, you can keep it at my place.”

You finally conceded with the amusing thought of a plushie adorning your boyfriend’s head, letting out a giggle as you cocked an eyebrow at him. “You’d be okay with a toy fish in your bedroom? Wouldn’t that ruin your metalhead image?”

“Psht. Fuck that noise, I’d wear pink if it made you smile. Besides,” he shrugged with a mischievous look. “For your information, aquatic life is metal as fuck, I’ll have you know.”

“Is it now?” you chuckled.

“Absolutely. Now c’mon, pick one. I’m starving, and I know a great pizza place just down the road.”

Now he mentioned it, you were pretty hungry. Looking back to the wall of animals, you tilted your head and pursed your lips, little ‘hmm’s escaping you as you thought about what you wanted. You finally decided on a toy Manta ray – Partly because you thought they were adorable and you’d spent ages watching them glide around their tank, but also because you and Eddie both agreed to christen them ‘sea pancakes’. Never again would you use their actual term, you were sure of it.

“That one?” he asked when you picked out the cutest of the bunch, grinning when you held it tightly to your chest.

“This one,” you nodded. “Gonna call him Pancake.”

Eddie’s laughter was earnest, crinkles forming at his eyes from the action. Guiding you over to the kiosk to pay, you begrudgingly let your new little friend go so the employee could scan his tag, you snatching him back up as soon as he hit the counter. Eddie looked amused at your antics, handing over the cash before tucking his wallet back into his pocket. “Think you’re gonna be able to let Pancake go when you get back to mine? I’m a good babysitter, I swear.”

You smirked as you walked towards the exit, holding the ray plush with one arm so you could interlace your fingers with Eddie’s. “I trust you,” you said with a mock sincerity. “Just don’t feed him after midnight or let him smoke weed. And you gotta give him some head pats, alright? Don’t just ignore him.”

Eddie exaggerated a gasp, looking down at you with a face of shock. “You think I’d be capable of doing that to our child? Why sweetheart, I’m wounded.”

You giggled, rolling your eyes as you squeezed his hand. “Nah, he’s in capable hands.”

“That he is,” he smirked. “Little fucker better not hog you for cuddles, though.”

You burst out in laughter, shaking your head as you bumped his arm with your own. “I promise, Munson. I’ll always let you have your full share of cuddle time.”

He looked pleased at that, and you caught the longing look of adoration in his eyes as he picked up your interlocked hands, pressing kisses to your knuckles.

“Good.”

…

The weekend just gone had been one of the best in Eddie’s life. It was going to be up there with his Sixteenth birthday, when Wayne had presented him the keys to his van. Or the day he had managed to save up enough for Sweetheart the guitar, and had taken her home to practically spend the whole week playing his favourite songs.

He thought you had looked stunning when you were waiting for him in the archway of his bedroom door, wearing his favourite skirt and that little bashful look that you sometimes had. You looked stunning when you were bathed in a blue glow, the giddy grin never leaving your face as you cooed at the pretty sights of the aquarium. You looked so damn sexy when you spent the rest of the weekend at his trailer, wearing nothing but panties and one of his band shirts pretty much all the time. Looking so at home and comfortable that he couldn’t stop kissing you.

But now it was Sunday night, and he had dropped you off before your parents could get home. And as he locked the front door, he realised just how quiet it was without you.

His heart ached as the silence grew. He’d grown so used to laying on the couch with you, watching movie after movie and sharing a box of cheap pizza. He missed the way that you made coffee for the both of you in the morning, so careful to not wake up Wayne due to the fact that you were mindful of his nocturnal work routine. He hadn’t given him the mug yet, wanting both of you to be the ones to present it to him. He’d tried to get you two in a room together, he really did. But it just so happened that Wayne had errands to run, or needed more sleep than usual. Wayne already knew all about you, considering his Uncle knew something was up when his nephew was walking around “all chipper like.” And Wayne seemed happy that he was. Eddie just knew that the older man would love you, just like he did.

A long sigh left his parted lips as he trudged to his bedroom, not looking forward to having to spend the night on his own again. But his heart warmed when he saw the freshly made bed that you must have prepared while he was busy sorting out something with the van before you left, Pancake the manta ray placed between his pillows. Ever since he bought you the stuffed animal, you barely put it down. He had woken up a few times to the feeling of soft fur on his chest, looking down to see you fast asleep with it tucked in-between the two of you. He didn’t mind it at all; in fact, he thought it was really fucking adorable. And he was glad to have it around, a little memory of you, and a memory of that wonderful day in Illinois.

Flopping down onto the mattress, he couldn’t help but pick up the plushie, bringing it to his face for a deep inhale. Yep, it smelled of you. The scent of your sweet perfume that he yearned for when you weren’t around, now enveloped in the toy’s soft fabric.

It would be a secret that he fell asleep with the toy manta ray pressed to his nose, holding it close to keep a part of you around even when you weren’t there. You, he might tell one day. But to anyone else?

They could pry that fact out of his cold, dead hands.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x you #stranger things x you #stranger things x vans #eddie munson fluff

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Werewolf!Reiner x reader

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Summary: There was a legend in your village, however you were never one to believe in it. But what happens when you were faced with the creature?

WARNINGS: Blood, squirting, smutt, crampie, belly bulge, oral sex, minors DNI

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In your village there was a legend. "Even a man who is pure in heart, and says his prayers by night, may become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms, and the moon is full and bright." It was quite a frightening poem, the children hated it however you found it rather amusing. It was obviously something that the parents would tell their unruly children to keep them out of trouble and inside the village. 

When people started to go missing during the night the people became concerned. It went like this.. The full moon would arrive and during the night time someone would go missing. Of course their absence would only be noticed by morning and there would be a lot of blood on the ground and on the walls. However, never once was a body found, the people would simply vanish into thin air. 

One morning you were woken up by screams. Grabbing a robe and putting it on on top of your nightgown, you went outside to see what all the commotion was about. There was already a crowd forming a circle around someone and as you got closer the screams grew louder and more intense. 

"IT WAS A DEMON. A WEREWOLF."

The woman was crying hysterically, blood covering her hands and dress.

"I SAW IT WITH MY OWN TWO EYES. IT WAS AS BLACK AS THE DARK. IT TOOK MY HUSBAND." 

Everyone was shocked by the ladies' affirmations. Could it be? No. Surely not. As more people began to arrive, so did the governor, Elias, and his wife, Elonor.

"What is all this ruckus about?"

No one answered, the only sound coming from the crying widow that was now being consoled by Elonor.

"Somebody answer me. What is going on?"

An older man next to you walked closer to Elias and spoke in a low tone.

"This woman right here claims that a werewolf took her husband."

You expected the Governor to burst out laughing, however the opposite happened. His face began to lose color and his expression darkened.

He turned to one of the guards.

"Bring this woman to my office immediately."

The guard nodded and rose the woman from the floor with Elonor's help. Then Elia turned to the crowd.

"As for the rest of you, go home."

And just like that the crowd dispersed and no one said a word. 

You didn’t know what was said in the governor's office, what you did know was that a few days later a curfew was declared, which stated that during full moon no one was allowed to be out at night starting from 7pm till 7am. 

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A few months passed and you were tired of the curfew. The police weren't doing anything to solve the missing cases or to find the culprit. The people were starting to get angry, and rightfully so. The family of the victims wanted answers that no one was willing to give and the others wanted their freedom back.

In one full moon fase you decided to go to the forest in the middle of the afternoon. You needed mushrooms and some herbs and so you put on a cream and brown dress, grabbed your basket and went on your way. The walk was a relaxing one and the path there was quite an easy one. You always loved the forest, the smell and the ambience always calmed you down. When you got to your destination, you started to search for what you came for.

As you were searching for the mushrooms and herbs you lost track of time, only noticing you were way past your curfew when the sun had already set and the moon was shining. Deciding you had everything you began to make your way back to the village. You knew you were going to get an earful but you were willing to take the risk.

Through the forest you went, leaves and twigs crushing underneath your feet, until you heard it. Somewhere in the distance there was a howling. You stopped dead in your tracks. Your heart beating faster. You waited in silence to see if you could hear it again, and sure enough a few moments later there it was again. Howling. But wait, it didn’t seem like an howling. It was weird, inhuman. 

You waited to hear it again and the next time the sound came you were sure. It was a pained cry. Some hunters had laid down some traps to catch the beast that was instilling fear in the villagers and a poor animal must have been caught in one of them. You felt bad and so you hid your basket under some leaves and went in search of the animal to set him free. 

You tried following the sound as best as you could, and as you got closer the sound grew louder and more painful. Your heart clenched just thinking about how he must be hurting from the trap. 

You were walking through the darkness and suddenly you heard the cry right in front of you. There were a few bushes so the animal was hidden right behind them. As carefully as you could, you pried the bushes apart, however the sight in front of you made your heart drop. 

The animal in front of you looked like a wolf at first, but upon further inspection you could see that it wasn’t. This animal was lying in a fetal position, howling in pain. His fur was pitch black but he seemed strange. He looked like a wolf yet at the same time he didn’t. For instance this animal was too big to be a wolf, his paws were massive and his ears were also big and extremely pointy. As the animal contorted in pain and his body turned to you slightly you saw it clearly. Abs. This animal had abs running down his abdomen and his front paws resembled human hands but with claws and fur. 

Your heart beat increased. This wasn’t an animal. You were not even sure of what it was, it had some human resemblances and some animal one. It was inhuman. It was supernatural. It was a werewolf. That thought instilled fear in yourself. And all of the sudden the widow's words came into your mind. She was right. She was not crazy. 

As carefully as you could you put the bushes back in place and began to walk backwards to safety. However it seemed that luck was not on your side, because even though you tried to be as careful as you could, one of your feet stepped on a twig and it snapped underneath your shoe. The next few seconds appear to be in slow motion. Beads of sweat ran down your face, you looked down at your foot and then back up, in the direction that the werewolf was. 

There was a beat of silence before out of the bushes the dark beast came flying towards you, his right arm reached out to you, as you ran backwards, and ripped the upper part of your dress leaving your breasts exposed to the creature. With the impact you fell to the ground. At the moment you were completely at the mercy of the wolf man. 

The creature took advantage of your helplessness and jumped on top of you landing with his hands on each side of your head. The werewolf was huge, bigger than it seemed, his eyes were golden a contrast with his fur, his snout was long and his fangs… his fangs were so sharp that it looked like it could pierce your skin just by looking at them. You turned your head from side to side to gaze at his claws and dread filled your body, they were so sharp and long. You just hoped that your death would be quick. 

You closed your eyes really hard and waited for him to strike, however it never came. When you were sure that it wasn’t coming you slowly opened your eyes. The werewolf was looking intently at you. The beast did not like the fact that you looked away and rawared in your face, drool dripping down his fangs and landing on your breasts. He gazed at where the drops landed and followed their path as they rolled down your boobs and finally landed on the ground.

The coldness of the liquid made your nipples hardened and not only you noticed that but so did he. He brought his snot closer to the nipple and inhaled. The creature then looked you in the eyes and, without breaking eye contact, licked your nipple clean. His tongue was big, just like the rest of him, and it felt rough to the touch, yet it sent a wave of pleasure down your body. His tongue was moving in circles making you squirm in pleasure. Your legs were open as he laid between them and as the pleasure grew the more you opened them to accommodate him better. He appeared pleased with this and let out a small growl. 

The wolf man's left hand left its place beside your head to grope your free breast. You could feel your clit throbbing with pleasure begging to be touched. Slowly your hand moved from your sides to his head, stroking his fur. There were pleasure growls coming from the creature above you. 

After a while the beast stopped his actions and unhurriedly lifted himself up, standing on his knees with your legs on either side of his hips. His large hands were stroking the skin on your exposed thighs. 

You took your time to take in the sight in front of you. He was breathtaking. His abs were so defined, his arms so muscular. Your eyes roamed down his body and finally landed on his cock. It was already hard and it was monstruos. Of course it had to match the rest of him by being the biggest dick you had laid your eyes on. It was an angry red, it had a slightly pointy tip. His cock was long and so thick and at the base there was a knot, also red, and underneath was his big and full balls covered in black fur. You didn’t know why but his whole physique attracted you immensely. 

The creature followed your line of sight and noticed you were staring at his cock, so in order to please you he began to stroke it. You couldn’t deny that the whole scenario was exciting, so much so that it made slick run down your hole and soak your underwear. You lifted your dress and pushed them to the side and began to pleasure yourself too. He was entranced by your actions, his golden orbs following your every move. Your hands started to gather the slick from your pussy and spread it to your clit, then you inserted two fingers and pushed in and out a few times befores rubbing circles on your clit again. The beast kept stroking himself and looking at your pussy, sometimes he would let out whines of pleasure as spit fell from his mouth right to your pussy, helping you pleasuring yourself better. 

However he was not a patient being because soon enough he was ripping your underwear and throwing the shredded pieces somewhere behind him. He lowered himself once more only this time his face was right in front of your entrance. He smelled the combination of your juices with his spit and appeared pleased by the way he licked his sharp teeth. He tentatively licked a stripe from your hole to your clit. His tongue felt so good against you that you could not help but let out a moan and grip the fur of his head. He took your actions as a sign to continue and so he did. His tongue lapping your juices while his clawed hands gripped your thighs. 

He inserted his tongue inside you, it was long enough to reach that spot inside you that made you squirm and moan loudly. The pleasure was beginning to build inside you, just a few more thrusts of his tongue and you would cum all over his snout. Unfortunately for you he took his tongue out of your pussy and out of desperation you pulled on his fur, which he did not like so he snarled at you in response, bearing his fangs at you. In order to appease him you stroke the spot you had pulled and it looked like it did the trick.

Next thing you knew he was back at eating you out, only this time he added one of his fingers inside you. You got scared and tried to stop him however he pressed his free hand on your stomach to stop you. His eyes were begging you to trust him and so you did. In a gentle manner, that almost seemed impossible for a beast like him, he inserted the first finger. You were tense and scared yet the combination of his tongue and finger soon replaced those feelings with pleasurable ones. After a while he inserted another, scissoring you to prepare your pussy for what was to come.

The pressure inside built up again and before you knew it you were craving for your release. 

"I'm gonna cum."

You weren’t sure if he understood what you had said but you felt the need to say it anyway. The combination of his rough tongue on your clit with his fingers hitting your g spot sent over the edge, squirting all over his snout. He didn’t care about the mess, in fact he made sure to drink every drop of your juices. 

He removed his fingers from inside you and with your slick he started to stroke his dick, using it as lube. He sat on his knees and turned you around to put you on all fours. Your heart was hammering inside your ribcage waiting for what would come next. You felt his left hand touch your hip softly and then you felt the tip of his cock at your entrance. Slowly he began to insert it into your pussy. His cock was thicker than what you had presumed and it stretched you deliciously. The wolf creature kept going until his cock was fully settled inside you. 

You let out a sigh of relief at the same time he let out a growl. He was considerate enough to let you adjust to his size before he began to thrust. He started out slow, both hands gripping your hip. His cock hitting your cervix every time however the pace he set was too slow for your liking.

"Harder, please"

He didn’t semmes to have understood so you decided to start moving against him faster. The creature finally understood what you wanted so he picked up his pace thrust in and out of you at full speed. You were  moaning loudly, your face resting on your forearms so you wouldn’t get hurt. He was lost in pleasure too, growling and snarling every once in a while, the grip on your hips tightening, his claws piercing your skin drawing a bit of blood. You turned your head to look back at him. He has his mouth open, tongue out of his mouth, panting for air. 

The werewolf lowered himself, gluing his chest to your back, his left hand now on the side of your head while his right hand went to your neck squeezing it. His hand was so big that it could wrap around your whole neck without a problem. You could hear his pants right beside your ear now, his hot breaths hitting against your cheeks. You looked at him and he was already looking back. His eyes were so gentle, so calm and peaceful. In a romantic act you nuzzled your face against his and he did the same. His fur was so soft, you love the feeling of it against your body. 

His cock continued to split you open reaching even deeper with the new position. You could feel your orgasm approaching and so could he by the way you were squeezing his cock. Before you could cum he pulled his cock out and turned you around, making you now lay on your back, and rammed it inside you again. The wolf man grabbed the back of your legs and pushed them all the way up, until they were resting against your torso.

His cock pounding into your tight pussy sent jolts of pleasure down your spine. Your hand reached out to his face, stroking his fur and he reciprocated by reaching his right hand to your face and stroking your cheek with his knuckles. 

The only sound resonating in the forest were his growls, your moans and the sound of his balls hitting your ass along with the squelching sounds of your combined juices. His thrusts were rough but felt so good and made you want to cum. Of course he could feel it and you knew he was about to cum too due to his erratic thrust. You looked down to where you were connected and could see his massive cock going in and out of you. His knot was even more red than before and with a powerful thrust he slid in inside your pussy making you squirt all over him once again.

He seemed pleased with the outcome and with two more brutal thrust he locked his knot in your pussy and came inside you. You felt his hot cum filling your insides, it was so much it swelled your womb. 

He was resting on top of you, his weight resting on his arms that were on each side of your body. You felt safe in his arms and his fur was giving you enough heat that you were lulled to sleep. 

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When you woke up, you were no longer in the forest but on a bed. You were so confused until the events of the previous night came back. You felt your cheeks burning, you couldn’t believe that you had actually fucked a werewolf. What was wrong with you? But then you remembered the pleasure you felt and how loving he had been that all the other thoughts were pushed out of your mind. 

You tried to sit up but your body was too sore for that, so you began to look around the room. As your eyes searched the bedroom they fell upon a man that was laying on the floor in front of the fireplace, covered only with a blanket. 

As quietly as you could you tried to get up and this time you were successful. you got closer to the man and studied his features. He was blonde, with some stubble on his face. He had some red marks underneath his eyes. He looked so tired and without thinking you reached your hand to his cheek and stroked it, like you had done the night before to the creature. 

The man stirred and soon opened his eyes. As you looked at him you were a bit taken aback, his eyes were golden. Like the werewolf yesterday. So this is the man behind the beast. He gazed at you and just like he had done a few hours ago he grazed your cheeks with his knuckles. You smiled at him and he smiled back. 

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He prepared breakfast for you and you both sat on the ground by the fireplace. He was the one to break the silence first. 

“I’m sorry for yesterday.”

“It’s ok.”

There was a beat of silence.

“My name is Reiner, in case you’re wondering.”

“I’m Y/n.”

The ambience was still an awkward one, but you had so many questions.

“Are you the one that has been killing the villagers?”

He stopped eating and his expression became sad, regretful. He nodded, not being able to speak. 

“Why didn’t you kill me too?”

He seemed a bit surprised by the question. 

“I never meant to kill anyone, I just couldn’t control myself. Yesterday was different, I didn’t want to kill you, I just felt the need to have you. I’m sorry if that was not what you wanted, I truly am.”

“I never said I didn’t want it.”

He blushed at your words and it amazed you how different the beast was from the man. The beast was dominating and powerful and the man was so soft and gentle. 

“Do you live here?”

“Yeah. I’ts not much, but It’s all that I have.”

You looked around. The house was small, made of wood. There was a kitchen, dining/living room all in one and then there was the bedroom and beside it a small bathroom. 

“It’s nice, I like it. It’s very cozy.”

He smiled gently at you.

"You always lived here?"

For a few seconds his expression sadned a bit.

"No. Before I was like this I lived in a village not far from here, but then I could no longer roam around in a place with so many people."

"How did you become like this? You don’t have to answer, I'm just curious."

Reiner shifted a bit in his place, clearly uncomfortable. However his discomfort came more from the answer than the question itself.

"I can answer, it’s fine. I was in the military and a few years ago I was sent to war. When I came back I wasn’t the same and kept having these dark thoughts."

He paused for a while.

"I tried to seek help and this doctor told me he had the cure. The cure was actually an experiment and the result was what you saw yesterday. On the bright side I don’t have dark thoughts anymore."

He laughed but you didn’t. 

"I'm sorry that happened to you. It must have been horrible."

He shrugged. 

"The first time I turned it was. I was scared but it’s ok now. 

You got up from where you were seated and went to his side and hugged tight. He pulled you to him, making you sit in between his legs, your back pressed to his chest. 

“You’re going to have to go soon.”

“Are you kicking me out?”

He laughed in a low tone into your ear. 

“Why would I want to kick out the only person I’ve been around for years?”

you turned around to face him. 

“Is that an invitation to stay?”

He blushed once more. 

“If you want.”

You kissed him slowly.

“I would like that.”

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Days turned into weeks, weeks into months and months into years. Eventually the village forgot about you and the werewolf. It was all a distant memory. You spent your remaining years beside him and you couldn’t have asked for better. As long as you were by his side he never had to face life alone.

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[kiwi2229]

Beauty in sadness

(James Potter / Regulus Black | 777 words)

For @jegulus-microfic prompt: inspire

Regulus is sitting at the library in a big chair in a corner. It’s a perfect spot because right next to him is a big stained glass window that throws colourful reflections across the notebook in his lap. He spends hours here studying or just reading. But today he is not doing any of it. He is waiting for James to finish studying for his N.E.W.T.s with his friends. Regulus could be also revising for his exams, but true to be told he is perfectly ready. He always is. So instead of wasting time on reading articles he already read through he is watching the group by the table.

A year before he wouldn’t spare them a glance. Well except James, he always had a soft spot for him. And his brother, but that’s a totally different story. But the rest of them? Nah, he never cared. But now he spends a lot of time with them and they are not as bad as he thought they would be.

James is gesturing towards the book and passionately argues about something with Marlene. Regulus looks down again, where his hand is moving across the page. He is now sketching the stack of James’ books. The notebook is full of little sketches like this. Mostly of James but also of Regulus’ friends, he loves to draw Pandoras’ hair or different parts of the castle. Between the sketches are scattered different quotes or poems he wrote.

He sits there for another hour before the group finally calls it night and agrees to meet for further studying tomorrow. It’s getting pretty late, and James will probably be tired but maybe they can still go for a little walk before the curfew. He starts to pack all of his stuff so they can leave as soon as possible, but when James approaches him he just squeezes next to him and settles in the chair.

“Hi.” He breaths out wrapping himself around Regulus.

“Hello. So, are you smart already?” Regulus chuckles at the incoherent grumble as a response from James. Regulus closes his eyes and leans more into him letting the warmth of this boy wrap itself around him.

“Can I?” James whispers after a while into the silence. Regulus cracks one eye open to see what James is asking. The boy is holding his sketchbook. James knows he draws sometimes though he never showed him his work. But it’s nothing special so why not. He nods carefully watching James go through the notebook.

“These are amazing love. I never knew you draw this much.” James says without looking up.

Regulus hesitates for a moment before he says his admission. “You inspire me.” James gives him a smug grin. There is no point in denying there are significantly more drawings of James than other things.

James keeps flicking through the notebook before he speaks again, but this time it’s more careful. “What are these poems?”

“Some of them are quotes from books, most of them I wrote,” Regulus explains.

James is looking at him now. “Did I also inspire the ones you write?”

“Some of them, yes. Also, my friends or this place.” Regulus gestures around.

“But they are sad.” Regulus shrugs. He wouldn’t call them sad. More melancholic? He never saw it as a problem. It’s just part of who he is. “I guess so.”

“Do I make you sad?” James asks and tightens his arms around Regulus.

“Of course not. Why would you ask that?”

“Well, the poems are sad, and you said I inspire you so…”

“Oh, Jamie…” Regulus breathes out. Pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. James truly looks worried. “it’s not a bad thing.”

“I don’t understand.”

“It goes together. Happiness and sadness. Love and fear. They can’t exist without each other. I write because I care. And because I care it’s melancholic or sad.” James still does not look convinced, and Regulus is not sure if he can express it in a way that makes sense. “You can love something so much that it hurts. It can be so beautiful that it’s almost too much to look at it. But you never look away. You bare the pain as it’s evidence of the feeling. There is nothing more devastating than apathy. You never feel sad about insignificant things. No, it’s only the important stuff that awakens these emotions inside us. There is beauty in sadness, because of how deep it runs.”

He gives James a soft kiss on his lips. It’s just a brush of a touch. James doesn’t even have a chance to react. “You are important to me. That’s why the poems are sad.”

#I have no idea if this makes sence #well it does to me #but to anone else? who knows #regulus black #james potter #james potter x regulus black #james x regulus #jegulus microfic #jegulus #starchaser #sunseeker #marauders #marauders era #kiwi2229 writes microfics

[foxes-that-run]

It's nice to have a friend

INTHAF is gentle, sparse and otherworldly, like a dream. It’s the first taste of the nostalgic songs about childhood interplaying with adulthood that would come on Folklore with Betty, August, Seven as well as the 1 and Cardigan. There is a through-line to the story when Folklore is played after Lover:

It’s nice to have a friend is a dream where childhood sweethearts stay together in an idealised world, it’s the ‘what if’ in The 1.

Daylight is about learning love exists with challenges, deciding to let go of expectations and baggage to let love in.

The 1 is seeing a lost love she wished had been the one after time apart, now older but still wondering.

Lyrics

[Verse 1] School bell rings, walk me home Sidewalk chalk covered in snow Lost my gloves, you give me one "Wanna hang out?" Yeah, sounds like fun Video games, you pass me a note Sleeping in tents

The imagery in this verse is young childhood. The first verse is reminiscent of Begin Again, where Harry walks Taylor to her car, is a gentleman, shows her kindness and innocence. The next track Daylight also references Red.

In August Taylor also referred back at school as a metaphor for touring.

Sidewalk chalk is also in the Reputation poem, why she disappeared “Cracked her bones on the pavement she once decorated as a child with sidewalk chalk” in this dream world it’s covered in snow.

[Chorus] It's nice to have a friend (Ooh) It's nice to have a friend (Ooh)

The simple chorus is innocent and dreamy

[Verse 2] Light pink sky, up on the roof Sun sinks down, no curfew Twenty questions, we tell the truth You've been stressed out lately, yeah, me too Something gave you the nerve To touch my hand

Twenty is a Haylor theme 13+7

The second verse is getting older and moving from friendship into something more.

The light pink sky is reminiscent of this instagram post from a Penthouse in Cannes after the NRG awards when they reconnected. Harry posted the same shot on her birthday. 20 questions is a third song on this album about Harry with 20 (13+7, which is also referenced in Daylight, Lover and I love you by Alex and sierra). Gorgeous also has a reference to touching a hand in a darkened room. The Lover Album cover also has light pink sky mixed with blue. This top photo was released 19 October 2023 when Cruel Summer went #1, the others were posted to Harry and Taylor’s instagrams in 2013:

[Verse 3] Church bells ring, carry me home Rice on the ground looks like snow Call my bluff, call you "Babe" Have my back, yeah, every day Feels like home, stay in bed The whole weekends

The last verse is the moving into a what if, the song jumps from a hand touch to newlyweds.

This verse references many Haylor songs:

Carry me home | Take me home in Style

Call my bluff | Call my bluff in End Game

Feels like home | eyes look like coming home in everything has changed

Call you 'babe' | Harry is 'babe' is in Delicate, New Years Day, I don't wanna live forever & Wildest Dreams. In To be So Lonely Harry says "Don't call me baby again / You got your reasons / I know that you're tryna be friends / I know you mean it"

#haylor #lover album #inthaf

[chiefyakousdilftits]

Nobody asked, maybe some people wanted, anyways !!

✨ Vivia As A Parent Headcannons !! ✨

( Using He / They Pronouns for Vivia !! )

✨ Vivia probably doesn’t go by any parental names, probably prefers for his kids to call him by his name. He’s cool like that. 💕

✨ Definitely doesn’t have any bio kids, only adopted ones. Vivia didn’t even think they wanted kids, they were perfectly content being childless, until something came up and they took in older kids / tweens ( 7 - 12 years old, haven’t decided ).

✨ So heavy on the self expression, let’s his kids kind of do whatever, as long as they aren’t harming themself or others - but if they’re writing on their bedroom walls, dying their hair wild colors, getting piercings or tattoos, and that kind of stuff, he doesn’t care.

✨ Might not go out of their way to have heavy discussions with their kids, but absolutely will have any sort of conversation with them, from romance and dating, hot gossip at their schools, to financial intelligence, to insurance policies - their kids know that they can come to them.

✨ Absolutely let’s his kids drink coffee, probably even asks them to try morning coffees and teas with him.

✨ For sure a free range type of parent, there’s not a lot of rules when Vivia is in charge, as long as they’re home by government enforced curfew, keeping in touch through text, and not breaking the law, they’re not too concerned about their kids’ whereabouts. They trust them to make their own decisions.

✨ Not very physically affectionate with his kids, maybe a hair tussle, forehead kiss, and shoulder pat now and again, but definitely has written poems about his kids, and makes sure that they’re happy, as well as does whatever he can to make sure they’re comfortable.

✨ Totally takes his kids to the library !! Instills a love of reading in them as soon as he can, his first present to them is probably library cards so they can get books whenever they want. 💕

✨ Also loves when their kids fall asleep next to them or on their lap, it shows that they feel safe around them. 💕

✨ Definitely starts cooking more after having kids, wants their kids to have healthy meals and never wants them to be hungry, probably always asks if they are.

✨ Headcannoning their kids’ names to be Lyda and Ambrose Twilight. 💕

#master detective archives: rain code #rain code #raincode #master detective archives #vivia twilight #parent fluff #domestic fluff #lop’s headcannons !! #parent! Vivia Twilight

[shieldofiron]

¿Qué le ha Pasado al Sábado?

Eddie Munson was known for three things. The first was the time he read his poem out loud in class and it turned out to be about a human falling in love with a dwarf woman, and so everyone knew that Eddie Munson liked chicks with beards. He was known for his old metal lunchbox, of course.

And also, known mostly around the popular girls, he was a safe drive home. No questions asked, apparently, if a girl came to him at a party and tugged at his sleeve, she would be ushered safely into his van for an uneventful, if loud, ride home.

Heather didn't do sleeve tugging. And she didn't normally do things like this. But some older boys had gotten into the party, and Tina was apparently trying to kick them out with some help from that kid from California. And one of them wouldn't leave Heather alone. And her ride, Melissa, had disappeared. And Heather had a stupid curfew.

So, now she was here in a van that smelled like feet, trying not to think about what could be baked into these nasty seats.

The famous lunch box sat between her heels, cold against her ankle.

Munson glanced at her, just out of the corner of his eye, "Nice costume."

She eyed the same old clothes he wore every day, "Right back at you. You going as the town drug dealer?"

"And you're a black cat," He smirked, "Didn't waste even a single brain cell on that."

"I'm saving them for something worthwhile," She smiled sourly. Her knee shook and she folded her hands in her lap, trying to calm herself.

"Yeah, like what?"

"I thought this was supposed to be a no questions asked kind of thing."

"Just trying to make conversation," He sighed.

She leaned over and turned up the music, trying to stare straight ahead and not notice the way he turned to look at her.

Heather was not known for a lot of things. She had no notable crushes, it was widely agreed that no one in school was good enough for her. People didn't know her real favorite song (Red Hot by Mötley Crüe), her favorite color (Orange), or her favorite movie (Phantom of the Paradise.)

Heather enjoyed the control, knowing what other people thought of her. Like the boy next to her in the car.

She let out a breath, licking her lips and tasting the baby pink lipstick she'd carefully applied before going over to Munson and pulling him away from the partygoers.

"Turn here," She pointed.

"A dirt road? I thought you lived-"

"Did I stutter, freak?"

He rolled his eyes, but turned as directed, "As you wish."

"Okay, where-"

"Just park," Heather's leg was shaking again. Damn it.

He threw the van into park with a sharp jerk of his arm, "Holloway, if you brought me out here to get jumped, I have a crowbar under my seat, and I don't-"

"Shut up," She stared out wordlessly at the night.

"I'm not fucking-"

"Shut up," She reached over and grabbed him by the chin.

It wasn't what she expected. She expected a sort of wild kiss. Mashing mouths, and getting this ridiculous crush of hers out of her head. But his lips were soft, and her stomach went kind of melted and fluttery when he reached out, just a few seconds in, and held her jaw too.

Heather wasn't known for it, but she'd been watching him. Laughing raucously with his friends in the lunchroom, throwing balled up paper in the back of study hall. She'd picked up one once. It was a drawing of a dragon curled around a princess with dark hair. His claw was reached all around her waist, claws digging in.

Heather dug her nails into his cheek and Munson groaned, his lips falling open. He tasted her, and then groaned again.

She'd seen the other girls climbing into the van. Chrissy Cunningham putting a hand on his leather clad arm. A hand, studded with jewels hovering at her waist.

Heather climbed over the seat, straddling his lap without breaking the kiss. He kept one hand on her face, callouses brushing the sensitive skin of her neck, rings brushing against her hair. The other hand slid up her thigh, rippling the material of her fishnets. Frissions of heat rolled up her spine.

"Curfew?" He asked dazedly when they finally parted, baby pink lipstick smeared over his face, sticking in his stubble.

She patted his cheek, "Don't waste any brain cells. We have better things to do."

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For @gonegrove

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