#every fri until july

[reese-tasteslikepepsicola]

Thinking about:

Joel and Reader having a similar relationship to Jay and Gloria Pritchett from Modern Family HC <3

No outbreak au! Joel miller x Fem!Reader

(I recommend you watch Jay and Gloria clips on YouTube <3)

Disclaimer: My fics are inclusive and open to any size and any ethnicity + race reader 💕

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• Joel Miller is at peace with his life.

• He recently has turned 56, Sarah is attending her dream college, Tommy finally moved out to live with his wife, Maria, and Joel’s contracting business has been doing very well which makes him no longer stress about paying bills on time and worrying about being able to afford Sarah’s college.

• A relationship was not something he was trying to look for, he didn’t see why he had to at his age.

• He has already had his fair share of girlfriends, his last and longest lasting one ending in a messy divorce.

• Her name was Diane. She caused Joel nothing but stress and negative energy, and showed clear signs of mental illness.

• The day that she moved out of the house, Sarah came home from college to visit and she expressed to her dad that the house no longer felt suffocating and negative.

• She tried to get him to open up, but Joel was very closed off when it came to his feelings, and he didn’t want to put all of his emotions on his baby girl.

• Even though Joel had everything, he still felt grumpy due to his older age stopping him from being able to bend down for long periods of time at work like he used to, and having to shamefully ask his young colleagues to complete those jobs, and also that very crazy ex-wife of his that burnt him out.

• He thought that was the end to his love life until he met you.

• It was mid July on a hot Texas day, Joel and Tommy decided to meet up at a small 50s themed Diner to catch up.

• While the brothers were chatting and eating their greasy meals, Tommy doing most of the talking, Joel heard a sweet, soft voice from behind him,

“What can I get y’all today?” A soft voice spoke. Joel’s head perched up and he began looking around, the voice dragging him in like a siren calling out to a pirate at sea,

“The specials today are our strawberry cola float and cheese fries” His eyes finally landed on you.

• There stood you, a pretty, young waitress in a white and pink uniform, a smile beaming on your sweaty, glowing face.

• Joel was hypnotized by your beauty.

• He watched as you laughed at something the old couple said, your head thrown back and your hair swaying from side to side in almost slow motion.

• He could feel his face heat up and his mouth no longer chewing the few fries he shoved in seconds ago,

“Earth to Joel?” He broke out of his trance and turned around to look at his little brother,

“Who were you lookin’ at?” Joel shook his head and went back to chewing,

“Nobody. So how’s Maria?” Tommy smirked and squinted his eyes,

“I just said how she was that whole time you were ogling over that young waitress” Tommy laughed,

“I ain’t lookin’ at anybody, alright?” The oldest brother snapped, rubbing his beard. Tommy laughed even louder and leaned back in the booth,

“She is quite a doll, ain’t she? I’d ask her out” Joel scoffed and kicked his brother under the table,

“Calm down, brother. Your married for fuck sake” He responded, giving him a serious look.

Tommy rolled his eyes and became defensive,

“Y-Yeah, I know! I was just sayin’!” He shoved a handle of fries in his mouth to shut himself up.

Joel chuckled sarcastically at his brother,

“Yeah. Whatever ya say”

• Anytime you passed by their booth, Joel would un-knowingly straighten his posture and suck in his stomach and clear his throat, giving you an awkward nod and grin. And it made Tommy laugh every time.

• To put an end to his big brother’s suffering, the younger brother politely called out to you and signalled for a refill on their coffees.

• You happily did so, and to Joel’s surprise, you began sparking up a conversation with him.

• When Joel noticed your finger twirling in your hair and your laugh at his lame jokes, it gave him the confidence to ask you out.

• He felt like a young man, again.

• He swooped you off your feet.

• From then on, you guys fell in love and began a relationship.

• Joel proposed to you only five months later.

• Anybody would’ve told you both that you were moving too fast, and most importantly, that you were both very different people.

• Joel was a closed off, rugged 56 year old man, and you were an expressive, confident, hot-headed 27 year old woman.

• In a way, you balanced each other out perfectly.

• You would push Joel out of his comfort zone to be more honest with his feelings and open up, and Joel would show you how to be more tame and not immediately become defensive or sensitive about things.

• Your wedding was small but fancy, and Sarah had helped you plan it and went shopping with you a lot, using those times as a way to bond with you since she was not sure how to feel at first with her old father marrying a very much younger woman so quickly.

• After spending time with you, she became close to you and knew you were going to love and cherish her Daddy.

• Also, she thought it was impressive that you got him to start showing emotions and slowly open up, talking about his feelings and becoming less stubborn.

• Now, it took a while for Joel to get used to you, as in the way to get used to how you treated life, your friends, your family, and how you were a magnet to hot men.

• He always had a very small family and a quiet life. It was always him, Tommy and Sarah.

• Holidays were never a big deal, always just ordering Chinese food and watching old Christmas movies with Sarah and Tommy.

• So, when you moved in and quit your job to be a stay at home wife (very much Joel’s idea), he was surprised as to how much serious you took holidays,

“Woah, woah! What’s all this?” Joel asked, watching you put up colourful Christmas lights. He looked around and saw little snowmen statues and Christmas themed pillows laid out on the leather sofa,

“It’s Christmas, Joel! It’s the time of the year where you spend time with you family and decorate and dance with your loved ones and cook turkey!” He placed a hand on his hip and lifted an eyebrow,

“Ain’t this a little much? I usually just get a fake tree and decorate it” You rolled your eyes and climb down the small ladder,

“A little much? This isn’t even half of it! When I was a little girl, my mommy and daddy would throw a huge Christmas Eve party that had games and dancing and a bunch of home made food. Then, after twelve a.m, we’d set off fireworks!” Joel rubbed his forehead and flopped down on the couch,

“I usually just order Chinese and watch sappy Christmas movies all night” You sighed and tossed a Santa plushy at him,

“Listen, I quit my job and left my apartment to come and live with you and take care of the house while you are away at work 24/7. The most you can do is include how I celebrate Christmas. Okay?” He nodded and stared down at the Santa in his hands,

“Okay?” You repeated, placing your hands on your hips and giving him that ‘you better verbally say something’ look,

“Yeah, yeah, okay” You grinned and placed a kiss on his cheek,

“Good” You started waking down the hall, the sound of your expensive heels echoing,

“and, we are going out with Sarah tonight and cutting down a real tree!” You yelled out. Joel groaned but couldn’t help crack a smile,

“Yes, m’am”

• When it came to your family and friends, Joel was very surprised and not very ecstatic when you wanted them to visit for a few days during the summer.

• When you both arrived at the airport to pick them up, Joel wanted to hit his head against a brick wall when he saw a group consisting of eleven people walking down the escalators yelling your name excitedly,

“Ya never told me how big your family was” He mumbled into your ear, keeping a fake smile on his face. You turned around and slapped him in the stomach. He grunted and rubbed the spot,

“Quit that complaining! They haven’t seen me in forever” You whispered harshly, plastering a fake smile as well while keeping eye contact with your family,

“I cant wait to spend a week with you, muffin!” Your grandma squealed, pulling you into a tight hug. Joel’s eyes practically bulged out of his head,

“A week?!”

• It was no lie that you were a gorgeous woman. Men always did a double take when you passed by, and women found them selves staring you down with envy.

• So, when you decided to throw a barbecue for the Fourth of July for the neighbourhood, people all showed up, curious as to how Joel’s young, new wife was gonna be able to plan a barbecue on her own.

• Most people were probably gonna show up, the intimidating older women to critic your decorations, food, and your so called ‘inappropriate clothing’ that they had been gossiping about since you moved in with Joel and Sarah,

“Hm, really outdid yourself, y/n. Wasn’t expecting…this” Edith, an older woman who has been living on the same street as Joel for many years, said passive aggressively.

With your head held high and a confident smile on your face, you nodded and rubbed her shoulder,

“Aw! Thanks, Edith. Wish I could say the same for your barbecues” Edith stared at you with her mouth agape.

Maria, who was sipping wine and watching the scene unfold, covered her mouth in hopes to hide the cackle that was about to escape her mouth. She gave you a thumbs up and mouthed “solid”

• The men there, married or not, found any chance to try and talk to you, surrounding you like you were a celebrity,

“Beautiful dress, y/n” Johnny, a friend of Tommy’s said, slyly rubbing a hand on your waist. You smiled and stepped back to show it off to everyone, oblivious to the men’s flirting,

“Thanks! Joel bought me it!” The men grumbled, and Johnny pursed his lips,

“Right, your with Joel”

• It didn’t stop at Tommy and Maria’s son’s 5th birthday.

• Kids were screaming and running around, which meant that there were their fathers around as well.

• The bouncy house was empty, and you were two glasses deep into wine, so you took your heels off and crawled in to jump around while the kids were out to go have lunch.

• The fathers gathered around the bouncy house and were watching you with smirks, and Joel came running to push past the men to see who they were watching,

“Jesus Christ” Joel grumbled, watching as you jumped around, your revealing dress showing your “greatest assets” bouncing up and down,

“Joel, look! I’m jumping so high!” You screeched, a big smile on your face, innocent to the men who were undressing you with their eyes,

“Yeah, I see that! Now get out” He looked around and saw all the men with their smug, smirking faces,

“Really, guys?! Your family men. Come on, now. Walk away!” Joel yelled, shaking his head and pointing them to the snack table. The men all scoffed and grumbled, reluctantly turning away from the sight of you.

• Tommy was no better.

• He was so obvious with his flirting, it made Maria and Joel side eye each other every time,

“Uncle Tommy and Maria are here!” Sarah called from the front door. You squealed in happiness, taking the turkey out from the stove with a little dance. Joel chuckled and placed a kiss on your cheek,

“We saw them this morning at the grocery store, sweetheart” You rolled your eyes and playfully slapped his shoulder,

“So? It was only for a couple of minutes! C’mon, let’s go say hi”

You gave Maria a hug and kiss on the cheek, as well as her adorable son. You passed to Tommy and did the same, and said,

“Two times today, huh?” You joked, referring to the earlier surprised meet up at the store. Tommy raised an eyebrow and confusingly grinned,

“Oh, okay!” He went to give you another hug and kiss on the cheek, but you had already turned around to go back to the kitchen, and Maria grabbed his arm and yanked him back,

“She meant we saw them two times today, Tommy” she warned, glaring at him.

• Yeah, you were a lot.

• But, Joel still loves you.

• He loves your crazy big family, your revealing outfits, your confidence, your expressiveness, your need to help and care for everyone around you, and how amazing you were with his baby girl, Sarah, providing her with the motherly love she was missing out on.

• The thing he loved the most was how you were with him.

• You were changing him in a good way, You were teaching him to open up, to do things out of his comfort zone, not always make everything be his way or the highway, and you put him in his place and called him out when necessary.

• You take care of him, he takes care of you.

• Joel sat on his front porch, plucking away at his guitar, occasionally sipping his beer and watching the sunset,

“It can’t get any better than this” He said to himself in his head, sighing contently, strumming away at his six-string,

“Joel, baby! Come join me upstairs! I’m wearing your favourite matching set…” You called from the open window, a seductive and playful tone in your voice.

Joel grinned then smirked, running a hand across his greying beard,

“It definitely can get better this”

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[cdbabymp3]

need to know what it's like when hamzahs high ... weird request??

𐙚faded ― hamzahthefantastic

summary: how i imagine hamzah would be high as well as w his gf ! these are just my own interpretations idk idk !

notes/warnings: sfw & slight nsfw !! (sections are marked) weed lol :3 NOT A WEIRD REQUEST AT ALL i was already planning on writing this

sfw

-he's a silly guy, but when he's high...

-soooo giggly and stupid dude

-this boy is laughing at damn near everything

"hamzah, what's so funny??"

"i forgot i was wearing pants for a second-UHHH AHAHAH... why do i wear these camo pants like every fuckin' day though? they should sponsor me, honestly. realtree or john deer .... i could run them a check, y'know?"

^he kinda just talks to himself 😭

-he's less uptight about certain things and you can tell

-normally if you guys come home and there's a bunch of dirty dishes or there's traffic on the way to a dinner date reservation he'll get quiet and stressed

-but when he's had a couple hits literally nothing matters lmao

-dirty dishes? whatever, he'll opt to watch a movie with you instead and do it later

-traffic? no biggie, he'll blast your shared playlist and sing every lyric at the top of his lungs

-he's way more needy when he's high, physically and emotionally

-grabs your hand to stay when you get up from the couch to go pee

-has definitely cried over the phone to you while high before bc he missed you :(

-since he's not an overly sappy person sober, when he's high it all sort of spills out

"i just love you, y/n, i love you so much. i feel like i never show you or say it enough but-fuck i do. i do i do i do..." and he'll kiss the entire surface area of your face until you have to pry him off of you to breathe

-the munchies after are actually insane ... a whole ass mukbang feast !! he's shirtless (beanie still on ofc) fucking up chicken sandwich after chicken sandwich and feeding you fries 💝

-likes to get high with you so much more than on his own

-he'll put on music and you guys will dance or lay on the floor and just spout the most personal, deep conversations

-you guys tried to hotbox in his car one time and martin complained about the smell for WEEKS so smoke sessions have been reserved to hamzah's living room and back patio since then

nsfw

-when he's high he fucks how he wishes he could when sober

-he's overall less anxious about satisfying you or not being good at what he's doing

-he lets loose for sure ...

-thinks he's being all rough (he's really not) but it's definitely different than his usual submissive tendencies

-since he's so in tune with his body when high, he's going inside you deep ... and slow ... so fucking slow ....

-he goes so deep to the point where you have to put a hand against his torso to stagger his thrusts

-sex when he's high is more for the feeling of doing it rather than finishing (for him at least, he always makes sure you finish<3)

-LOVES to shotgun the smoke into your mouth and give you a fat sloppy kiss afterwards

i hate how this turned out

oh well !! many more requests to get to 👩‍🍳

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(lmk if u wanna be added !!)

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[seresinsbabe]

Dream of Me: Chapter 2

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x fem!reader

Synopsis: Jake made the dumb mistake cheating on the only girl he every really loved. Fast forward a few years, he's a Navy pilot and you're now a famous singer.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, Angst, mentions of STI’s, mentions of cheating. Nothing generally bad this chapter.

Chapter Songs: None

Word Count: 2.3k

THIS BLOG IS 18+ MINORS DNI

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When you walked out of  the door you thought that it would be the last you ever saw of Jake Seresin. He was now the enemy. Only of use to you as a muse. The last place you ever expected to see him was your concert. 

Now you couldn’t get those green eyes out of your mind. 

Every time you closed your eyes it was like you were right back there. Staring at him, singing to him and hoping he felt every ounce of pain that you had felt. If you didn’t know any better you would have thought you saw remorse in his eyes.

But you did know better. 

Jake Seresin didn’t feel bad for what he had done – only that he had been caught. Or at least that’s what you told yourself. You had convinced yourself that he didn’t care about what he had done because it made it easier.  Or at least you thought it did. 

“So he was really there?” Julie’s, your sister, voice came through the phone. As soon as you got a moment to breathe you facetimed her. Making sure you were alone for the rest of the night in your hotel suite. The empty half of the bed was taken up by all your comfort foods; a pint of Ben and Jerry’s Phish Food ice cream, nacho cheese bugles, fried mushrooms, mozzarella sticks and crab rangoon, and of course a bottle of Merlot. An odd combination of foods that your trainer would surely yell at you for having. Shortly after it had all arrived you realized you might have gone overboard, but dammit you were upset.

Who the fuck did he think he was coming to your concert? Standing that close to the stage, close enough you had been able to make out his features. There was no way he didn’t know it was your concert. It wasn’t like you were some up and comer, you were selling out venues worldwide, everyone knew who you were. And he had the gall to show up and look you dead in the fucking eye? The same way he had when you caught him with his pants around his ankles and his dick in a pussy that wasn’t yours.

“Yeah,” you chomped on a mozzarella stick as you spoke. “I mean so close I could have touched him.” The tips of your fingers tingled at the idea of touching him while your mind cringed at the thought. The only way you would want to touch Jake was with your fist to his face.

Julie watched as you stuffed a fried mushroom in your mouth and then washed it down with a swig of wine straight from the bottle. “You’re clearly taking it well.” You shot a look at the sarcastic tone in her voice and flipped her off through your laptop camera. 

“Act like you would take it any better.” You loved Jake. At one point in time you had wanted a family and a future with him. up until the very bitter end, he had been perfect. That should have been the sign that it was too good to be true.

Julie just rolled her eyes and picked up her phone, letting you stew for a moment. Only you couldn’t stand the quiet, not in this moment. There were so many emotions you were feeling that you needed to get out so you just started talking. 

“I mean…why was he even there? Was he with his girlfriend? Did he end up with that slut? I know you keep tabs on him.” You continued to babble on, shoving a different piece of food in your mouth every so often. Like the good big sister she was, Julie just let you talk. She knew this was what you needed, to just word vomit over facetime with her until you couldn’t anymore. It was something you had done since you were little, before you started writing music. 

How long you had been rambling on and on, asking questions that were answered only by short phrases as your sister scrolled her phone, you weren’t sure. You were mid question when the message from Julia popped up on your computer and phone screen simultaneously. It was a link to a tabloid article. Immediately your stomach started churning, but you shakily clicked the link anyway. 

Soul Song: Could this man be the heartbreaking mystery muse?

Fuck. You knew someone would speculate, but you hadn’t expected it to happen this fast. Since the concert ended you had made an effort to avoid social media, trying  to avoid this exact situation. You weren’t exactly in the right headspace to deal with his face being plastered all over every media platform. With everything you had you hoped for a juicier story would pop up and people would forget about this come next week.

Something  told you that you weren’t that lucky. 

“Maybe this is some sort of divine intervention? Y’know like fate stepping in.” Your nose scrunched up and you gagged at your sister’s suggestion. 

There was no fucking way that fate was trying to push you back towards Jake. After everything you went through? If that was the case the universe was some sort of twisted bitch. 

The facetime lasted only a few minutes longer before your brother-in-law snatched your sister’s attention away. Which didn’t bother you, you were glad that at least one of you had found love. Of course it might have stung less if she hadn’t gotten engaged a mere two weeks after you’d caught who was supposed to be the love of your life balls deep in another woman.

You sink underneath the covers, cocooning yourself in the crisp white hotel duvet while continuing to stuff your mouth with the depression snacks. During the facetime you hadn’t paid much attention to what was playing on the TV, but now you were acutely aware of the fact that How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days was playing. Against your better judgment you didn’t change the channel and by the end of it there were fat, silent tears rolling down your cheeks.

Seeing Jake had brought back a whole slew of feelings and memories you had only let come through in your music. Now your mind was forcing you to remember them. The dam you’d built was starting to break and you were doing everything you could to patch it back up. You couldn’t even find it in you to write, which was what you should have been doing. Getting it all out on paper, but your body wouldn’t let you. You just kept crying on the bed surrounded by food that was bound to give you heartburn tomorrow. 

When you had fallen asleep you weren’t too sure, but you knew you had fallen asleep crying. That much was evident by the massive dehydration headache you woke with. The pain was only exacerbated by the ringing of your cell phone. 

“Hello?”

“Hey,” the voice of your manager came through. “The venue had a water main break so we’re postponing the concert until tomorrow.” You groaned. This was never fun. Canceling shows, or even just postponing them, always sucked. You hated disappointing your fans, but this was one of those instances where you knew you couldn’t prevent it. There wasn’t another venue available that was big enough to host your concert tonight.

“Okay,” as much as it sucked it was probably a good thing. You needed a day to cope with the events of the night before. “Keep me updated.” Martin promised he would, just like he always did and then hung up. 

You were slow to get up due to the pounding in your head, but that would soon be remedied by the extra strength ibuprofen in your suitcase. Even though you’d only crawled right back in bed after taking it.

For a while you stared up at the ceiling. Not really wanting to look on your phone and see what the tabloids had come up with now. You knew eventually you would have to address it. Honestly you were surprised Martin hadn’t brought it up on the phone call, but maybe that was due to the more pressing matter at hand. Whatever the reason, you were thankful, because honestly you didn’t know what to say.

You had kept Jake’s identity underwraps because as much as you hated him, you didn’t want this to affect him. Fans could be ruthless and they wouldn’t stop at Jake. They could go after his family, too, and they didn’t deserve to be targeted because Jake was a grade A fucking asshole. Revealing his identity wasn’t something you wanted to do anytime soon, but you weren’t sure you would have that choice now. You could only hope that Martin and your PR firm would manage to keep this thing at bay.

Ignoring your phone was something you could only do for so long. Especially knowing you needed to check it for updates about the venue. At least that was the excuse you told yourself as you surfed through the tabloids. All of them had different theories about the man in the crowd. Before you knew it you were deep diving on Jake’s sister’s instagram. You still kept in touch with them, mostly through social media. Though you never asked about Jake and they never brought him up. 

When the whole thing had gone down they were just as, if not more pissed than you. His mom had cried and both Olivia and Kate nearly cut him off. They’d loved you like their own and fully supported you leaving Jake. It was why you still kept in touch with them, because despite it all, you did love them like family. 

You didn’t even realize you were calling until you heard her voice, soft and sweet with that slight Texas accent that you’d lost over the years of living in California.

“Kate? Hi, how are you?” It had been way too long since you’d actually called Kate. Most of your catching up was done via instagram messages.

To say that Kate was surprised to see your name pop up on her screen wouldn’t be too off the mark. She had seen the articles with the images of her brother and you. Though she had expected Jake to reach out to her first. Not that she wasn’t happy to hear from you. She did miss you, but she understood why you didn’t come around anymore. What Jake had done to you was downright disgusting and for a good while Kate hadn’t even wanted to claim him as her brother. 

Kate knew that Jake still loved you. She knew before he admitted it to her. Throwing himself into his military career was her little brother’s way of distracting himself from the pain. Jake had only thrown himself more into work when your career took off and your face was around every corner.

“I’m guessin’ you didn’t call to catch up?” You could hear the smile in Kate’s voice. It was oddly comforting, more comforting than what an ex-boyfriend’s sister should be. “So, ask away, I’ll tell you everything you want to know.”

You didn’t even know where to start. Actually you weren’t even sure you wanted to start. Maybe this phone call had been a bad idea. You should just make up some sort of excuse and hang up…no. Kate would see right through that. Finally you willed yourself to speak, not bothering to really think about the question you were asking, just getting something out.

“Why was he there?”

“Not sure, didn’t even know he was goin’ and I haven’t heard from him since.” Okay…so that didn’t really give you any answers. What answers you were looking for you still weren’t sure of, but you wanted to know something. “He is stationed in San Diego, maybe it was a last minute thing?” That still didn’t explain why he went.

Jake hadn’t even bothered to reach out and really apologize to you, not that you really expected him to. He had no reason to show up to your concert. No reason to get tickets that close. Even if it had been a last minute invite by a friend, why would he accept a ticket to your concert?

“Did he ever admit that he was wrong?”

“Yeah.” The sound that left you was halfway between a sigh and hum. You knew you should believe that, but so much of you was still holding onto the narrative that he didn’t think he was wrong. That Jake was the stereotypical cheater who only cared about his own happiness. 

The next question fell out like it was vomit. 

“Is he seeing anyone?”

You didn’t know why you wanted the answer. It didn’t matter. Jake was your past and you were determined to keep him there. If he was seeing someone it wasn’t your business.

“If you call putting his dipstick to good use seeing people, then yeah I guess.” The softest laugh left you at her way of phrasing it. Leave it to Kate to bring a little bit of humor to the situation. 

The two of you talked a little longer. Less about Jake and more about how everyone was doing. Thanks to social media you knew Olivia had just had another baby, her third, and that Kate was due to pop in little over a month. It was therapeutic, catching up and reminiscing with her. It gave you a feel-good sense of nostalgia.

“Does he still lo-” you stopped yourself before the question was fully out of your mouth, but Kate knew what you were going to ask.

“I think that’s something you should ask him yourself.” She said it as though talking to Jake would be easy. As if it was something you even wanted to do. Maybe Kate knew it was what you needed.

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[noona96n]

Yoh & Segasaki's timeline

According to Episode 7 (around the 00:33 minute mark), Yoh and segasaki have only been living together for four months. And Nikke-sensei's tweet, also clarifies that the proposal was made 3 years ago and that they’ve only been living together since March or April; which explains, in part, their shit communication lmao. 

Series timeline: June to July of year zero 

Ep 1: June 3rd (Sat)

The sunny weather forecast with Segasaki and Takatsu Reiko around the 12:30 minute mark in the latter part of Episode 1 is for 6月3日 (土). That means the present timeline, as in the drama, starts at the beginning of June; which tracks with the weather in the current episode and the weather in future episodes. Rainy season (梅雨 tsuyu) in Kanto (that includes Tokyo and Yokohama) usually starts in early June and lasts until mid-July, and, by then, typhoons already started ravaging the nation every two days lol 

Ep 2: June 8th (Thur) 

At the 8:03 minute mark, we find out that Hiyoshi Aika starts her job at EW (AHAHA WHAT A GOOFY ABBREVIATION) on the 8th of June (Hiyoshi Aika starts the broadcast by announcing the date: 六月八日). By June 10th, Yoh full-on became a sad, sulky puppy who’s pouting cutely as he made his sad stir-fry pork dinner (Yoh’s phone screen at the 9:05 minute mark reads ６月10日 土曜日). 

Around 9:56 minute mark the in-universe weather forecast shows forecasts for the 12th (Mon), 13th (Tue), 14th (Wed), 15th (Thur), 16th (Fri), 17th (Sat), and 18th (Sun) in Sapporo, Tokyo, Nagoya, Osaka, Fukuoka, and Naha, suggesting that the day that Yoh resorts to making the Teru Teru Bouzu is June 11th. (Teru Teru Bouzu is a small ghost-like white doll people hang around the house in the hope of stopping the rain and bringing about good weather. Yoh’s desperate for some dicking down lol.) So, the day Yoh got frustrated and masturbated for erotic manga inspiration is at least a day after June 11th. Yoh and Segasaki’s clothes changed by then (the most noticeable is Segasaki’s shirt and tie). 

Since the tail end of Episode 2 probably takes place on June 12th, at the earliest, we can only assume that Episode 3 and 4 take place over the weekend of the 17th and 18th. Or the next weekend after. I’m tempted to even suggest that both episodes take place on the weekend of 24th (Sat) and 25th (Sun) because of how loud the cicadas were in the background in the 4th episode with Man-san. Cicadas in Japan are no joke, guys, they are so fucking damn loud, RIP ears, you will be missed. 

Ep 6: July 24th (Mon) 

*** I think canon dates broke down from Episode 5 onward… Around the 14:47 minute mark of Episode 5, Segasaki and Hiyoshi were presenting the weather for the 7th (Thur). There’s no monthly indication but we can assume that it’s in July; July because we were just in June in the first four episodes but also because (the beginning of) July is when the (awful, terrible, no good) heatwave starts taking Japan by storm (it lasts until fucking August and even spills into September this goddamn year, I kid you not; it was horrible). But, in Episode 6, the weather forecast at the end of the episode (around the 21:33 minute mark) was for 24th (Mon). If the 7th was a Thursday, then the 24th should be a Sunday, not a Monday. 

That’s why I’m just gonna disregard the 7th (Thur) in Episode 5, though I do think it takes place at the beginning of June or the end of July. Also, if we disregard that and count the days from Episode 1 (Saturday, June 3rd), then Monday, July 24th would make sense in Episode 6. So, let's go with that.

By the end of Episode 6, it’s the 24th of July. I know this is a while from Episode 5 but if we consider Man-san’s My Idol Boyfriend manga, then it makes sense. Yoh was ‘offered a job’ by Man-san pretty much immediately after he got dropped by his editor and by Episode 7, their manga was already in print. It would take them some time to finish their manga; less than a month is a very tight time to write, storyboard, edit, and have it approved but let’s make believe lol 

Ep 7: Typhoon No. 5

At the beginning of Episode 7 (around the 00:09 minute mark), Typhoon No. 5 was forecasted to take Tokyo by storm tomorrow. That kinda checks out, to be honest. Typhoon season in Japan could start as early as mid-May and could last until mid-October, depending on how early or late the heat begins and how long it’ll last. So I do think Episode 7 takes place some time after July 24th. 

Interesting tidbit: typhoons in Japan aren’t given names but are usually referred to by numbers. 

Personal (interesting?) tidbit #1: the first year I came to Japan, the super typhoon Hagibis made landfall in Japan. It was the strongest typhoon to hit Japan in decades and it was one of the strongest and biggest ever recorded. It was hella scary, not gonna lie lol and food was all out, even from the convenience stores. Fortunately, I was living in central Tokyo and wasn’t affected. Still scared though…. And, the crazy thing was, an earthquake struck the coast of Chiba before the typhoon hit so the typhoon’s effect was compounded. Wasn’t a fun experience, 0/10, do not recommend. 

Personal (interesting?) tidbit #2: my parents visited me this passing late May to early June, around the time typhoon Mawar wasn’t waging war in the Pacific. It was not a fun experience… we weren’t directly struck by it but the effects were kinda crazy: roads were closed, trains were suspended, rivers were flooded, and shops and restaurants were mostly closed. Felt really bad cause I took my family to Hakone (booked everything ages in advance and couldn’t cancel our reservation RIP) and we were just stranded up there… thankfully the sky cleared by our last day there and we were able to catch a glimpse of Fuji on our Ashi-no-ko’s cruise and on the train back to Tokyo. Still, wasn’t a fun experience, 0/10, do not recommend. 

Japan’s a wonderful place to visit though! Just… pick the right time. (I recommend autumn (Oct-Nov) because the weather’s great, the food’s fucking amazing, and the autumn foilage’s pretty rad.) 

Ep 8: July 28th 

The date after their (mildly) kinky sexy time was July 28th (Fri). The date can be found on Man-san’s phone around the 11:00 minute mark (7月28日、金曜日). 

There’s also another time indication later in the episode around the 17:13 minute mark where Yoh and Segasaki last texted on July 26th. Segasaki was telling Yoh about the rain and Yoh’s responses were pretty frosty if I’m being honest. Their texts go like this:

Segasaki: 今日午後から雨降る (It’s gonna rain this evening) Yoh: ありがとう (thanks) Segasaki: 洗濯物取り込んどけよ (bring the laundry in) Yoh: うん (k) 

It’s… frosty. Bare minimum from Yoh. Ofc he’s just feeling guilty (about the manga situation and stuff) but, y’know… it feels cold to Segasaki. I honestly feel really bad for the guy lol, especially because, from his perspective, Yoh’s only thinking about leaving and Yoh’s touchy-feely with that editor guy, and Yoh smiles happily and fully at and with that editor guy, and Yoh’s tired from being with him. 

Anyway, the series takes place from June to July of year zero and that’s canon. There, I said it. 

Yoh moving in: April of year zero

As you can see from my shittily drawn ‘graph’, I place Yoh’s moving in with Segasaki at April. This tracks with the timeline and Nikke-sensei’s clarification as well as in-universe narrative of them only been living together for four months. But, I’m extra so I’m gonna explain why (I found out about sensei’s tweet after figuring out the timeline lol)... and it’s not just backtracking from July. 

So, in Japan, the year usually ‘starts’ in April; as in the school year and the fiscal year ends in March and starts in April. This applies to leases as well: contracts are usually for 2 years and will likely end in March. Housing is in very high demand during that time and the prices for each unit are also very expensive because of that. Of course, you can rent a unit any time of the year but the good ones are also mostly available and up for grabs in the March-April period. (Renting a unit in Japan is… an experience lol and not a fun one. My being a foreigner does not help one bit because many landlords do not accept foreign tenants no matter who you are, where you’re from, or what you’re in Japan for.) 

Anyways, as Yoh can see, I think that Yoh graduated in year zero… so, that’s a winter graduation some time in February. (People also graduate in summer some time in August but it’s much rarer because most Japanese enter uni in Spring (April). People who graduate in September are either those who extend their uni year or foreign students who enter during the Autumn intake in September because that’s when the English program school year start (in my department, at least… I entered in April and graduated my Master's 3 years later in February but it’s a somewhat special case.)

Anyway!!! Yoh graduates ‘this’ year so, that means his lease will be up too and it makes perfect sense for him to move with Segasaki around late March or early April. 

The proposal: mid-Feb —  late-March three years ago

I place the proposal at the end of Winter, beginning of Spring in year minus-three. Weather-wise, it’s plausible because we know that the day of the proposal was unusually warm for the time and February is easily one of the coldest months in Japan. And, even though Spring starts in March, warmth doesn’t really come around until later in the month or even April. (It snowed in March, once. In Tokyo. It rarely ever snows in Tokyo but it’s been snowing every other year since I came here.) 

I also headcanon that Segasaki graduated (his Master's) that minus-three year while Yoh is only in his second year of bachelor’s. My logic is that because he’s graduating, this could be his last desperate attempt to lock Yoh down and make sure Yoh’s spoken for (Yoh’s just a dumb-dumb who doesn’t recognize a proposal lol). It also makes sense for the proposal to come up at that period if we think about it… Mizuki’s graduating and Yoh could be asking him about his jobs after graduation and whatever else which, in turn, allows Mizuki to start a conversation about Yoh’s plan for the future. It’s also not uncommon for peeps to hang around uni before they start their jobs (for whatever reasons) so it makes sense to me that the proposal was in some time between Mizuki’s graduation in mid-Feb till late-March, when Yoh’s about to start his new school year and Segasaki will have to start his job. (This could be when Yoh finds out Segasaki will be working with EW and starts watching the broadcast religiously.) 

Job prospect-wise, it’s pretty solid. Segasaki’s confident that he’d be working in a high-paying job when he proposed to Yoh. If Segasaki’s graduating in year minus-three, then he’d extremely likely to already have a job lined up for him; he’s just gonna immediately enter the workforce right out of uni. This is very common in Japan. University graduates are socially expected and pressured into working immediately after finishing their studies which is why it’s common practice for them to start their job-hunting process during the second to last or last year at uni. It’s generally advised that they start second to last year in uni (B3 if you’re in your bachelor’s and M1 if you’re in your Master's) because the process is long and drawn out and it could be a very long time before a job is offered. It’s also ill-advised to do your job-hunting in your final year because final year can be very hectic for some; some B4 and M2 students need to write their thesis, do graduation projects, finish up their experiments, etc. it’s not fun to add job-hunting into the mix. So, even if the proposal happened right after Segasaki’s graduation, Segasaki would be confident that he’d be able to support both of them just fine. 

Why I don’t think Yoh did his job hunting 

I honestly don’t think Yoh did his job-hunting because:

As I talked about here, Yoh became anxious about jobs and job-hunting in general in Episode 5 and this could imply that he didn’t go through the process while he was in university. You could do it on your own, but it’s difficult. That’s why many students take advantage of the recruitment offered by universities. Many also make use of other public recruitment services. 

Yoh’s the kind of person who does things at his own pace and does what he wants. I.E. 1; Yoh is a slow walker who has always walked slow. Segasaki made a point of commenting about his pace but instead of increasing his speed to match that of his sempai’s, he continued at his own pace and said he’s been told that before, and Segasaki was forced to match his pace. Yoh’s aware of his snail's pace, he was criticized for it but said fuck all and went about walking at his speed anyway. This is very not-Japanese. I.E. #2; He doesn’t really care to socialize. That’s it, that’s the reason. I.E. #3; my guy used 俺 (ore) with the stranger seniors. Peeps aren’t expected to drop 俺 (ore) and go for 僕 (boku) when talking to seniors anymore but they’re strangers… he should be using 僕 (boku). I.E. #4; he made fucking curry rice for a sick person because that’s the only thing he can make. Curry rice. He could’ve googled how to make porridge but nah, curry rice lol. I.E. #5; arguing with his editor that the ‘I love you’ dialogue is necessary in his 20 pages long porn manga. I don’t man, Yoh’s not afraid to do his own shit and he totally seems like the kinda guy who’d fuck around and find out when it comes to his career. Which I think is why Yoh’s secured that he has a patron in Segasaki and decided not to do his job-hunting. 

Yoh & Segasaki’s first meeting: May —  June four years ago

I think Yoh first ‘met’ Segasaki four years ago; that’s his first year in university, and that would explain why he hasn’t seen Segasaki sooner. I placed their first meeting in May — June mainly because of their outfits. Everyone was wearing a Spring palette when we first saw them at the cafeteria, but they weren’t wearing any thick outer layers so that’s probably very late into Spring and early June. Their clothes also became progressively lighter throughout the flashback and, by the time Segasaki was sick, there were more layers on everyone again, esp. Segasaki, indicating that Autumn could’ve been around the corner. (Though this could just be due to the timing of the filming!)

Also, Segasaki’s friend asked for his notebook, implying that there’s a report/assignment/quiz coming up that he needs to prepare for. So, at least we know it’s definitely not the start of the semester.

On Mizuki’s Master’s level education 

I’ll be real… I’m entirely biased when it comes to Segasaki’s educational level. I have a Master's and I’m an old, I want my fav to be an old too haha. (I’m currently doing my PhD, it’s… going somewhere lmao) 

Anyway, I didn’t make him have a Master's just because… I think Segasaki has a position of seniority in the workplace despite his young age: he led the discussion and (I presume) implemented the new weather reporting system thing. He was also comfortable with rejecting the welcome dinner (歓迎会 kangeikai) for Hiyoshi… and his co-workers, who are obviously his seniors, just accept it as it is. You don’t just reject invitations to after-work dinners/parties, 飲み会 (nomikai), especially not the kangeikai. It’s a party to welcome new members; rejecting it means you’re not a team player and unwilling to bond with your co-workers to cultivate a harmonious workplace relationship, which is a no-no in Japan (please read up on 和 (wa) if you’re interested in learning why), and definitely a no-no if you’re not high-up in position. (There’s a lot of politics going on in the background that I’m not very familiar with. I understand the most basics; like filling superior’s glasses, ‘hanging out’ with superiors, being frank and up-front and coming away unscathed, power-harassment bosses forcing people to drink, etc.) So, Segasaki must’ve entered the workplace in a relatively high position; which is achievable with a Master's. 

Interesting tidbit #1: did you know, you don’t get fired from a workplace in Japan? If the company wanna lay off people, they usually just close the entire department lol crazy, I know, but it’s legit. It’s why people can be employed for life at work.

Interesting tidbit #2: not many Japanese students go for a Master's but when they do, they usually enter right after their Bachelor’s. However, there are certain majors where having a Master’s is advantageous and students are generally encouraged to go for it. I.E. my major, Architecture and Urbanism, and Civil Engineering. These majors typically take 5 years of undergrad for students to qualify as practitioners. In Japan, their Bachelor’s only lasts for 4 years and a 2 years Master’s will put them on the same level as other practitioners from abroad. (I did 5 years of Undergrad in Architecture and Urbanism and another 3 years for my M.Arch degree lol and there are years to go until I get my Doctoral RIP)

wrote this whole thing bcs of this silly lil fic lmao

#taikan yoho #my personal weatherman #yoh tanada #tanada yoh #yoh x segasaki #segasaki x yoh #segasaki mizuki #kohei higuchi #mashiko atsuki #noona96n #mpw meta

[kbagraces]

Curious Time - Lando Norris

Lando Norris x Singer!reader

Multiple part series where their friendship was easy, their feelings were confusing and the distance was the hardest <3

(Third person perspective)

PART 4 -

I KNOW IT WON’T WORK

"What if I'm not worth the time and breath your saving?"

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It's finally finished! My debut album! I'm so proud of this, she's my baby. Thank you for being patient over these last 6 years. We've had singles, we've had EPs and now an ALBUM.

Introducing "I know it won't work" out November 4th!

To thank you, one more single off the album before she's all yours. The song the whole project is named after, 'I know it won't work' is yours!

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Since leaving Lando's in the summer, y/n had worked non stop on the album. She was right in telling him it wouldn't work as they now were speaking less than they ever had. Hence the blatantly obvious title track written solely about him. She put her soul into this album, songs that were personal to her every experience.

Everyone would interpret them differently, one of the things she loved about her art. But he'd know and in the back of her mind she worried for his reaction. Would he be happy? Would he be hurt?

Beautiful song. Call me sometime.

That was it. A simple message as if he knew she was worrying. It was just enough to calm her. She left his in May it was now September. Things were fine for a month, until calls got few and far between how she'd expected. It was normal she knew they'd come back to each other but this one hurt more, maybe because she felt his promises were now empty.

July was worse as Lando was spotted with some model she'd not heard of. She wasn’t one to believe gossip pages, so when she saw she couldn't think quick enough before her hands had type a message to Pietra, her inside woman when it came to Lando gossip due to her boyfriend and his 'bromance' as they call it.

Pietra confirmed they were causally seeing each other. Empty promises. Y/n found herself infatuated with the mystery girl, leading to her writing one of her songs 'Lacy' off her new album.

The song she is performing tonight at the Brits. She's beyond nervous. Not speaking to Lando before hand like she usually would isn't helping. She's on in 30 minutes and her brain is racking up all the things that could go wrong. But he's not hers to call anymore.

Pietra was there but she was engrossed in her phone, not aware of y/n’s mental termoil.

Y/n’s phone rings... Lando. She doesn't want to give in but God does she need these nerves to go.

"Hi Lan, long time no speak." She sighs out of awkwardness.

"P told me you're a surprise guest at the Brits? Why didn't you tell me? I'm so proud of you y/n/n." He cheers. She can hear the smile in his voice talking like nothing had changed, like she hadn't just released a song about how much she dreaded the idea of them together.

"I wasn't meant to tell anybody, you know."

"I'm not anybody though, y/n/n." He sounds hurt now. That's not what she meant. She just wasn't sure he cared anymore. She'd been ignoring him after she found out about his mystery girl leading them to only drift further apart. "What are you singing tonight? The song about me or..." he teases.

She's glad he gets it, she's glad he's not angry.

"Um, well. No. Well it's not the latest song if that's what's your asking?" She stutters, it's not the one he's heard, but not far fri being about him.

"Another one about me? Oh I am flattered. Can this one be a little happier this time. I wasn't all bad in our friendship."

"Oh this one is sort of about you, but not really. And it's not happy I'm sorry, I wrote it when I was a little crazy but it's too good to not release." She's rambling, he knows she's nervous whether it be about the performance about the song abour talking to him, he can sense it.

"10 minutes!" Someone yells form outside her dressing room

"Lan I've got to go. Thank you for calling. We'll speak soon?" Another empty promise.

"Y/n/n, wait. You'll smash it you know. You're amazing at what you do, everyone will love it whatever it's about."

He always knew what she needed to hear, she hated that about him. She hated that they were still so in sync. But he's with someone else, it won't work.

As she steps on stage, smoke circles around her feet. The lights so bright she can barely see the crowd, it makes it easier.

"Lacy, oh Lacy..."

The cheers were deafening, she'd never felt more acknowledged, more proud. Tears in her eyes she hugs her guitarist so tight. She's proud of herself, her hard work paying off.

She doesn't stick around for press, the alcohol she downed after her performance would throw all PR training out the window. Pietra joins her to continue the party back at her London flat.

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You got the one thing that I want

Brits thank you for having me

A couple of drinks more and P makes her way home to Max, leaving Pippa alone once more. A little too drunk to control her best interests, picking up her phone. Clicking Lando. It rings and rings until,

"Y/n, it's 2am where you are! What's wrong?"

"Lan! I did it! Did you see me? Of course you didn't, but I did it! I wish you were here." Why did she say that, but she didn't care right now she wanted him to be proud of her.

"Of course I saw y/n/n. Would never miss something like that. You're so talented, unbelievably talented."

"Lando who's on the phone"

Y/n heard it, the girl she's penned as Lacy. Embarrassment flushes her already red face from the alcohol.

"I didn't realise you had company, I'll leave you to it. Im sorry." A lump forming almost instantly in her throat. The alcohol heightening her emotions, although they were very real, just never this on the surface.

"Don't be sorry. I'll sit in the living room, we haven't spoke in so long please don't hang up. Please." She can't say no, she could never say no. He has a hold on her. They both know it, it infuriates her, causing her to blurt out emotions she saved only for writing sessions never to his face.

"You broke your promise." So quiet he almost missed it.

"What promise?"

Ouch.

"You promised to wait for me. You said it'd be different. We speak less than we ever have. I'm losing you and you're losing me. It's supposed to be us Lando. Now its you two."

"You never gave me a chance, y/n/n. You never gave me a chance in our friendship nor a relationship. You got fixated that it would be bad, you pushed me away not the other way around."

"I'm scared that's why! Not because I don't want you because I'm terrified it'll ruin what we have."

"Well we don't even have that anymore."

Double ouch.

"I'm going to go. I'm sorry I shouldn't have called."

"Y/n/n- wait- I-" He stutters, he doesn't know what he wants to say, he just doesn't want her to go. The girl in his bed is a pass time, he even thinks she's aware of it. She's enjoying her 5 minutes of fame, nice holidays and dinners knowing she's a place holder for the one he can't have.

"Bye Lan"

Tears finally leave her eyes, built up from 2 years of fighting for each other to end with nothing. Why was she so scared of the one thing she wanted? She hated herself right now. She couldn't stop crying from such a high to such a low. She reached to her phone which was still pinging with messages from Lando. Switching it off the tears fell and fell staining her blush coloured pillows.

This is all wrong and she's not sure it'll ever be right.

Masterlist

#lando norris x reader #ln4 #f1 #lando norris

[biillyhargroves]

Fourth of July is extremely triggering for Billy.

To be fair, no one in the group really likes the holiday anymore. Fireworks are effectively ruined for them all, so instead of the traditional barbecues and pool parties, they all gather together with a whole stack of tapes, order in from just about every take-away place in town (pizza and Chinese food and heaps of fast food fries, as much greasy carbs as they can afford), and spend the entire day watching bad movies. They use Hopper’s cabin, because it’s far enough away from Hawkins proper that all the noise is muffled. Hopper and Joyce sit out on the porch drinking wine, far enough to give themselves some privacy, close enough to jump in if the kids need them. Sometimes Murray joins them. When he does, he always insists on making some kind of meal for them, a “real dinner” among all the junk food. Billy will sometimes help him, because keeping busy, doing something with his hands, helps distract him from…everything.

Everyone keeps an eye on each other, and someone always has a close watch on Billy. Steve and Max know his tells the best, and are always ready to swoop in and find something to distract him or to give him some kind of escape route so that he can get a moment to regroup. When Eddie starts to join them, he always brings a little stash of cassettes, stuff he and Billy both like, and when Steve gives him the signal he’ll get Billy to come with him into one of the bedrooms where they’ll blast music until Billy feels ready to be around the others again.

Sometimes Will draws up special D&D campaigns to play, or Max and El will make up some silly game for everyone to join in. Throughout the day, they all break off into groups - Steve and Billy and Eddie in one corner, Robin and Nancy and Jonathan in another, the kids all gathered around the kitchen table. They switch around, rotate groups, catch up with each other, and when the sun goes down and the town breaks out into all the Independence Day activities, everyone comes together, votes on the worst movie in the stack that Steve and Robin brought from Family Video, and crank the volume on the TV when the fireworks start, some stupid offbeat comedy or awful B-horror movie on full blast to drown out the noise.

They never talk about why they’re all there. No one wants to broach that topic. It doesn’t need to be discussed. They all know, they all understand, they’re all there to support one another. Even when they start to branch out, Nancy in college, Steve living on his own, they all come back to Hawkins every Fourth of July to be with each other.

And Billy will never admit it out loud, but as hard as the day is for him - as hard as it is for all of them - he loves those moments as the night is winding down and everyone is tired, all of piled together in the living room and falling asleep on each other. He loves the connectivity he feels with these people who gave him a chance, who prove year after year that they will always be there for him. He loves this bizarre family he never thought he’d get to have.

#stranger things #harringrove #harringroveson #billy hargrove #stranger things headcanons #billy hargrove headcanons

[laurenairay]

I’ll always guide you home - F. Andersen

Summary: Three years into dating Freddie Andersen, and Karla Nielsen still gets butterflies.

Words: 1.6k

This is my fic for @callsign-denmark​’s birthday bingo! I chose the bingo squares surprises, anniversary, free space (‘Christmas’), “Say it again”, and learning to cook, as well as a few other of your favourite things (including our favourite fridge Freddie), so I really hope you like this!

Warnings: fluff, sugary sweetness, christmas in july.

Title: Never gonna let you down, by Colbie Caillat.

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“Happy three years elskede.”

Beloved. Karla couldn’t stop the smile that spread across her face at the sound of her boyfriend’s rumbling voice, giggling as he slid his arms around her from behind, resting her hands on the kitchen counter next to the Christmas gift tags she’d been writing.

“Good morning to you too,” she grinned, tilting her head up for a kiss, “and happy anniversary.”

Freddie hummed happily to the Mariah Carey music playing quietly in the background as he ducked his head to kiss her, Karla just leaning into his body with a smile. Three years with this man and his sweet little kisses still thrilled her every time. He eventually pulled away after one final peck to her lips, burying his face in her long dark hair with another happy hum.

“You weren’t in bed when I woke up,” he murmured, words muffled, “Was worried until I smelled something amazing.”

Oh that sweet sweet man.

Karla turned around in his arms, resting both hands on his chest as she smiled up at him reassuringly, the twinkling lights from the Christmas tree only serving to highlight his messy red hair. He really had just rolled out of bed, hadn’t he?

“I just wanted to do something nice for you, that’s all.”

“Something nice for me?” he asked, confused.

“Well, yeah, it has been three years,” she said simply, smile not shifting.

“I don’t…I…”

Karla just giggled at his shocked stammering, patting his chest in a ‘there there’ motion. There wasn’t much that could surprise her boyfriend, she knew that after all this time, so it felt good to be able to keep him on his toes at least a little bit.

“You’re right that something smells good. I…I’ve been learning to cook some traditional Danish dishes recently, and I know how much you miss home around this time of year, so I wanted to make something that you love.”

While her father was Danish himself, he’d emigrated to the US not long after college and hadn’t really shared his home traditions with Karla and her brothers growing up. It had only really been since meeting Freddie that she had delved into her unknown heritage, trying to learn a little more each day. After connecting with her grandmother back in Aarhus, she’d been sent a recipe that even she couldn’t mess up as a novice – klejner. Little twists of fried dough dusted in powdered sugar. Simple but sweet, and something that she knew Freddie loved as a Christmas treat.

“What did you make me?”

“Well let’s see if it’s recognisable first,” she mused.

Freddie huffed out a laugh but nodded, so Karla turned around once more to open the oven door where the oven dish had been warming. Freddie took a step back to give her some room, and when she pulled out the dish with her oven mitts, his jaw dropped slightly, eyes shining in a way she hadn’t expected.

“You made klejner for me?” he asked, eyes wide.

“I tried at least?”

“You are…my god Karla, no-one’s ever done something like this for me. And like, I know you’re half Danish but this is…wow,” he murmured.

“It’s a good surprise then?” she asked hopefully, setting the dish down on the kitchen counter.

“It’s the best surprise,” he nodded, “Tak. Thank you. You’re…incredible.”

But then he cleared his throat, a look of disbelief on his face for a moment as he stared at the dish, before he smiled softly at her.

“Okay, wait there. I’ve got to get something.”

Before Karla could even ask him what was going on, he power-walked out of the kitchen, leaving her staring after him in confusion. What the hell? She knew in her gut that he wasn’t mad at her because he left the room with a smile, but this abrupt behaviour was odd, even for him.

Maybe he was just giving her a Christmas present early? There were still two weeks to go…but she honestly couldn’t think of what else, what ‘something’, he could possibly be getting right now that couldn’t wait.

In the end, as she heard him rustling around in their bedroom, she took the time to put the klejner onto a Christmas plate that her mom had sent her – a subtle one, snowflakes and a winter woodland scene, unlike some of the garish reindeer and snowmen ones she knew her mom owned for herself – and by the time she’d put the original oven dish in the sink to soak, she could hear Freddie walking back. So she braced herself against the kitchen counter again, apprehension filling her body in a way that she couldn’t control, but she still managed to push a hesitant smile onto her lips when he boyfriend’s large frame filled the doorway.

He looked a little frazzled, eyes a little wild and hair even messier than earlier like he’d been running his fingers through it, making her swallow heavily. What was going on? What was affecting him like this?

“You know that I love you, right?” Freddie said softly, eyes serious.

“I do…but say it again,” she said, teasing slightly to break the tension a little.

The tense air between them eased just as she hoped when Freddie cracked a smile and ducked his head briefly, before looking back at her with such warm emotion that butterflies erupted in her stomach. The things this man did to her.

“I love you. I love you so much that I don’t know what to do with myself sometimes. Every morning that I wake up with you in my arms, I know I’m the luckiest man in the world, and every morning we have to be apart I count the hours until I come back home to you. I’ve never felt like this for anyone, and I know I never will.”

“Freddie…” she murmured, trailing off as his sweet words overwhelmed her.

He took the chance to walk across the room, stopping a few feet away from her, and he held out both hands for her to step forward and take – which she did. There was something in the intensity of his gaze that made her blue eyes fill with tears. The way he looked at her - no-one else had ever looked at her like that, like she was their everything and more.  

She remembered the way he had smiled at her when they first met, not too unlike how he was smiling at her now. A mutual friend had introduced them, had convinced both of them to go on a blind date because they were sure she and Freddie were ‘perfect’ for each other…and they’d been right. Ever since that first coffee date, there had been no-one else for her, and the rest was history. And here they were now.

“Karla. Elskede. The woman I love for so many reasons that I can’t possibly name them all,” he said softly.

She laughed, feeling a little incredulous, a smile tugging at the corner of Freddie’s lips.

“You made me klejner, on our anniversary. You put so much effort into something that you knew would make me happy, just like you always do. I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I hope that I get to prove to you every day how much I appreciate it. How much I am never going to take you for granted. I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

As Nat King Cole’s voice filled their home, Karla watched as Freddie dropped her hands and stepped backwards…to kneel down on one knee. It felt like her world was in slow motion as he reached into the pocket of his sweatpants and pulled out the most beautiful white gold ring she’d ever seen, three square diamonds dotted across the top of the band. It was stunning. It was delicate. It was…Freddie?

“Karla Nielsen, will you marry me?”

Despite his shaky voice, Karla could tell by the emotion in his voice that he’d been planning this for a while. He wanted to marry her. He wanted to marry her.

“Okay you beat my surprise by a mile,” she giggled, voice thick with tears as well as more tears trickling down her cheeks.

“It wasn’t my intention I promise,” he said, huffing out a laugh.

It was all Karla could do to lean down where he was kneeling and press her lips to his in a slow intense kiss, feeling Freddie’s breath catch in his throat before she pulled away.

“Is that a yes?” he asked softly, hopefully.

“Jeg elsker dig så meget, min kære,” Karla said sweetly. I love you so much, my dear. “Of course it’s a yes.”

Her heart clenched in her chest as Freddie choked out a sob, but the moment that he smiled widely at her, sliding the ring onto her left hand, complete disbelief on his face like he hadn’t even thought about getting this far, the widest smile spread across her face too.

“Get up here and kiss me,” she murmured.

Freddie wasted no time in doing as she asked, cupping her face with both hands as he kissed her deeply, Karla clutching at his t-shirt for stability when he pushed her against the kitchen counter, the world fading out around her as his embrace consumed her body and soul. Freddie had proposed. Freddie had asked her to marry him. Freddie wanted to be her husband. Freddie wanted her to be his wife. And she’d said yes.

Merry Christmas to her.

*

Tagging a few people who might like this: @sorryjustafangirl, @myhockeyworld87, @starshine-hockey-girl, @2manytabsopen, @typical-simplelove, @wyattjohnston, @thebookofmags, @cellythefloshie, @senditcolton​, @fallinallincurls​, @jostyriggslover96

#my writing #frederik andersen fic #freddie andersen fic #birthday bingo fanfictions #frederik andersen fanfic #frederik andersen imagine #frederik andersen x oc #hockey writing #hockey fic #hockey imagine #nhl writing #nhl fic #nhl imagine

[carry-on-big-bang]

COBB 2024 OFFICIAL SCHEDULE

Alright! We hope everyone is ready for COBB 2024! Here is the official schedule for the Carry On Big Bang 2024!

(If anyone needs here is a refresher on the Rules and FAQ )

COBB 2024

MON, January 1st 12:00 PM PST: Sign-ups for both writers and artists open

WED, January 31st, 11:59 PM PST: Both writer & artist sign-ups close

THURS, February 1st: Emails will go out to writers with a link to a form asking for fic concepts

WED, February 7th 11:59 PM PST: Fic concepts from writers due. From there the mods will ready them for claiming

WED, February 14th - THURS, February 15th: Preview Days (Artist can view the writers' concepts)

FRI, February 16th, 09:00 AM PST: Claims open

MON, February 19th, 11:59 PM PST: Claims close

SUN, February 25th: Teams are announced via email and expected to get in touch with each other

SAT, March 9th: Team Check-In #1 is emailed to participants. Just a small survey to check the progress with your partner. Not a deadline for anything. MUST RESPOND BY SATURDAY, MARCH 16TH 11:59 PM PDT.

SAT, May 4th: Team Check-In #2 is emailed to participants. Casual survey to check you and your partner’s progress. MUST RESPOND BY THURSDAY, MAY 9TH 11:59 PM PDT.

SAT, June 8th: Team Check-In #3 is emailed to participants. Survey to rate your experience and to find out how you and your partner plan to post your work. WORKS ARE EXPECTED TO BE FINISHED AT THIS DATE. MUST RESPOND BY THURSDAY, JUNE 20TH 11:59 PM PDT.

SAT, June 22nd: The schedule for posting is published. Each team’s posting information will be sent to their email. 

July 1st-15th: Posting time!

This is just the broken down version of the essentials you need to know.If you’d like to see the schedule with more explanations, see below the cut.

In-Depth Schedule:

Sign-Ups open on Monday, January 1th at 12:00 pm (Noon) PST. It will be a simple google form to fill out, just like last year! You’ll be asked to enter your contact information (email, tumblr handle, discord) and agree to our rules. Both writers and artists must sign up by Wednesday, January 31st 11:59 pm PST. 

After completing the sign-up form, you’ll receive an email from us confirming that we have entered your data into our participants tables! You must reply to your confirmation email to be considered a participant. 

Writers, on February 1st you will receive a link to a form to submit your fic concept. You can fill this out at any time but it must be submitted by Wednesday, February 7th 11:59 pm PST. If your idea changes just send a message to one of the mods (via email, tumblr, or discord) telling us and fill out the form again. You can only fill out this form once per team, as more concepts will tell the mods that you want to be on more than one team.

We will organize the fic concepts and put them on airtable, where all artists will be able to see the fic concepts on Wednesday, February 14th. Claiming begins the following Friday, February 16th 9:00 am PST and lasts until Monday, February 19th 11:59 pm PST.

Teams will be announced Sunday, February 25th. From there on we’re leaving it up to you and your partner to talk about what you’re doing! 

We’re going to have a small check-in on Saturday, March 9th for us to see how the teams are doing. All people in your team must fill out the check-in forms (special note for co-writing: Only 1 of your writers needs to do this). The responses for this are due Saturday, March 16th, 11:59 pm PDT.

We’re going to have another check-in on Saturday, May 4th to see where in the process you are and if there’s anything we can do to help. Responses for this are due Thursday, May 9th 11:59 pm PDT.

We have our final check-in on Saturday, June 8th to see how the entire process went for you and what we can do in the future! Responses for this are due Thursday, June 20th 11:59 pm PDT. If neither you or your partner respond your team will be considered dropped out.

The posting schedule comes out on Saturday, June 22th. Every participant will receive an email from us on this date saying when your assigned date for posting is.Posting will take place from Monday, July 1st to Monday, July 15th.

If you have any further questions, please do not hesitate to contact the mods, we are always available and there for you!

#carry on big bang #carry on #cobb 2024 #cobb schedule #schedule #mod kal

[beau-mchale]

July 4th, 2009

“What the hell is that?” Beau drawled as he rested his hands on his hips, looking at the girl in front of him with a crooked, amused grin.

“My festive and patriotic get-up.” The blonde replied, as if it were obvious. She shrugged her tanned shoulders, where the summer sun had kissed her skin in a splattering of freckles.

“That’s a damn napkin tied together with some string.” Beau argued with a shake of his head, tearing his eyes away from her tiny, American flag bikini and low-waisted denim shorts. He forced himself to focus on the task at hand: hosing out the cow’s water trough. “Where are you going dressed like that, Peach?” He tried to sound less possessive and more curious; using her nickname with an edge of dominance.

“Um, the fair, duh!” Peach clearly couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “Aren’t you going?”

“I wasn’t planning on it.” Beau replied, now filling the troughs with fresh water. The sun was just finally descending, allowing the cooler, less humid air of a summer night to take over. The breeze felt good against his sweat-slicked forehead. “And you better bring a dang sweater because you’re gonna get cold.”

Peach about had enough of Beau, and she let him know but letting out a loud laugh. He loved that laugh. “One, you’re coming to the fair, and two, I don’t need a sweater. I’m from the north, remember? I never get cold.”

✩  ✩  ✩  ✩  ✩  ✩  ✩  ✩

“Do not say it.” Peach gritted from between clenched teeth as she hugged her body, her arms covered in goosebumps. Beau chuckled and slipped off his denim jacket, before handing it to the small, shivering girl. “Take this before you freeze to death.”

“That’s dramatic.” She quipped, pulling the jacket on. “It’s only chilly when the breeze picks up.”

“Thanks to the ocean winds.” Beau replied, “I know we’re a little ways from the beach but we still get those wicked cold fronts.”

The two of them wandered through the crowded Musella 4th of July fair, surrounded by red, white, and blue lights, laughter, and the nostalgic smell of fried dough. They set it up every year in the Walmart parking lot that overlooked town. Beau couldn’t help but continuously steal glances at Peach, noting how exceptionally good she looked wearing his clothes. He wished he could see it more often, if he wasn’t such a coward.

The granddaughter of his employers was not where he should be laying. There were many reasons for that, but the main was how badly he needed his job. But, damn, her sweet and sour personality and tight, little body were irresistible to him.

“Let’s get a good seat for the fireworks.” Beau decided, breaking himself out of an inappropriate daydream that included untying her string bikini. Peach agreed happily and grabbed his hand, tugging him through the crowd until they got to the edge of the parking lot. They sat side by side on a guardrail that separated the lot from a steep hill that led to town. 

“You need to loosen up.” Peach said to Beau, elbowing him playfully in the ribs before she looped her arm through his. She laid her head on his shoulder, and he felt an unfamiliar warmth fill his chest. Fuck, he was screwed.

“Oh yeah?” Beau replied, reaching across his body with his free hand to gently touch her cheek. Peach lifted up to look at him, her pretty face a mixture of curiosity and need. He gently stroked her jaw with his thumb, counting and memorizing every freckle scattered across her nose. “How’s this?”

Leaning down, Beau bestowed a slow, deep kiss to Peach’s mouth. Their tongues connected as an explosion hit the sky. They kissed earnestly, with a sweetness to it that was even more foreign to Beau. The fireworks illuminated over them as a flame caught deep within him. He knew that this flame may become an inferno, or maybe fizzle to a smolder, but no matter what… it would never go out.

#[ beau 001 ]

[ishipallthings]

Cap-IM Rec Week 2023 (Fri)

Fluffy Friday, July 21 for @cap-ironman Rec Week!

All the fluff to start off this weekend <3

Remember to show some love for your hard-working creators!

I Always Turn To You by KandiSheek @kandisheek

The Avengers are all hanging out drunk in the common room when Clint suggests playing fuck, marry, kill. Everyone chooses Steve to marry and while it is flattering Steve doesn't really care until Tony says he'd marry Bruce instead. He's not sure why that irks him so much.

The Emperor's New Clothes by Captain_Panda

No, Tony wasn't "flirting with him." Tony was trying to drive him crazy. Steve Rogers would not stand for it.

Fed Love From A Spoon by Carsonian @carsonian

Steve wakes up slowly. (Or, The accidental moments that move a relationship further, make its foundations stronger.)

don't go wasting your emotion by nanasekei @elcorhamletlive

Tony is aware that the circumstances seem highly sketchy, but he’s telling the honest-to-god truth when he says: It starts off as an accident. Or: Steve dates. Tony doesn't deal well with that.

love sees loveliness by ArabellaAM @arabellamonkey meidui, ohjustpeachy @omg-just-peachy

In which every attempt at getting rid of Steve's crush on Tony only makes it worse.

What Are You Doing New Year’s Eve? by ceealaina

Steve’s going to ask Tony out for New Year’s Eve. Really. He absolutely means it this time. He just... has to work up the nerve.

Shaped for Action by royal_chandler @royal-chandler

Tony buys a Camaro for an American classic.

through thick and thin by earliebirb @earliebirb

“We should break up,” Tony declares, gazing out of the floor-to-ceiling window of their bedroom. The colorful twinkle of lights of the New York City nightlife is truly a mesmerizing view. “Why?” “I don’t love you anymore.” Steve scoffs, utterly unfazed.

Tony Stark vs. the Heteronormative Agenda by sweatervest

Nat leans her hip against the table and folds her arms. “Short of making out in public, I don’t think anyone will make the jump to ‘they’re dating.’” Steve glances at her and then over at Tony. Nat follows Steve’s gaze. “You did make out in public.” “Steve never got his Time’s Square victory kiss,” Tony protests. Or, five times the general public was determined to believe Steve Rogers and Tony Stark were just close friends, and the time Tony made sure they knew otherwise.

dust off your highest hopes by complicationstoo @ifmywishescametrue

When Tony misses his flight back home to New York for winter break, Bucky's quick to point out that Steve can drive him there himself. He's already headed that way, after all. It shouldn't be a problem. Except for Steve's massive crush on him, of course.

i'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone by iam93percentstardust @iam93percentstardust

The real reason Tony wanted to do this movie, the one that he'll never tell anyone about, was because when he’d asked his agent who would be playing Chris, she’d slyly smiled at him and told him that it was Steve Rogers.

Seven Minutes by jellybeanforest @jellybeanforest-a-go-go

When Bonnie refuses her turn in the closet with a shrimpy Steve Rogers during a game of Seven Minutes in Heaven, popular lothario-in-training/class whore Tony Stark gladly takes her turn.

Hope you guys enjoy the recs, and stay tuned for more! Please mind the tags before reading. Check out my tag for previous years’ rec lists :)

#stevetony #capimrecweek #stony #superhusbands #steve x tony #my rec lists #fluff #fic rec #:D

[newsom]

2, 4, 9, 18, 19 :-)

2. album of the year

it simply has to be javelin!! it's been a long time since i've cried to music due to my meds but every time the choir comes in on shit talk i have to physically sit down and heave. it's fine but it's not fine but in such a good way

4. movie of the year

ok i just scrolled my letterboxd and while i have watched lots of movies this year i kind of can't believe how few of them were new! i am still really excited to see poor things, anatomy of a fall, dream scenario and some others, but to be honest my favorite 2023 release that i've seen was you hurt my feelings. just a perfect tight little small-concept comedy i thought it was basically flawless.

9. best month for you this year?

probably july when my year-long period of unemployment finally ended LOL. and i didn't actually start the job until august 1 so mid-late to july was bliss city 🌈💫💐

18. a memorable meal from this year

this palestinian chicken and kimchi fried rice combo my friend made for tessa and me a couple weeks ago!! i forget what the chicken dish was called but it was so good and it's cooked with pita at the bottom of the dish to soak up all the juices it was sooooo awesome. this meal also included an espresso martini and a whiskey sour (left) that were both perfect due to this friend having dated a bartender

#19 i've already answered! :-) thank u xoxoxo

#answers

[froody]

my grandpa used to take an hours long nap somewhere very inconvenient every single holiday. he’d finish cooking and then he’d lay down on the couch in the livingroom with his dog for hours and we’d all have to tiptoe around them until it was time to eat. on the Fourth of July he’d fall asleep in the yard on a hammock (with his dog, Willie Mae was always there too) and he’d manage to sleep through beach music being played at full blast and children playing. I used to think he did that just to inconvenience us but I think he just wanted to be around us. just in proximity to us all when he could. soaking it in like a ray of sunshine. I remember the last Fourth of July before he died and how he fried chicken for us all and then took his nap like he usually did. he was dying and he was so skinny and he didn’t make it to thanksgiving. I think about that last holiday where he got to lay on the hammock with his dog surrounded by all of us.

[invisibleraven]

Falling asleep in each other’s arms rulie

"Okay class, time to do everyone's favourite thing; group projects!" Mrs. Harrison declares, decidedly not rolling her eyes as everyone groaned. "I know, I know, but you all have to learn to work together."

"Can we pick our groups?" Luke called out.

"Definitely not," Mrs. Harrison said. "I already decided the groups, no arguments or changes. My word is law, I have spoken."

She went on to announce the groups, and Reggie tried not to fist pump when she announced he'd be working with Julie Molina. He and Julie weren't exactly friends but they knew each other, got along well, and well, their chemistry was undeniable.

They flirted a little at every interaction, and honestly Reggie was gearing up to make a move, so maybe this project would give him the chance. "You wanna meet in the library after school to start on this?' he asked.

"I have a choir practice today, how about Friday?" Julie suggested. "Then we can go get burgers afterwards?"

"It's a date," Reggie quipped, then paled, but given Julie was blushing and giggling, he didn't take it back.

So Friday night they were in the library, pouring over texts to write their paper on Shakespeare's sexual politics. They had made good headway, even though they were laughing quoting Benedick and Beatrice back at each other so hard that the librarian had glared at them the whole time.

That's when Reggie's stomach grumbled. "You wanna take a break and get those burgers now?' he asked.

"You wanna split a milkshake too?" Julie asked.

"Always," Reggie replied.

And maybe they played footsie until their fries went cold, exchanged frosty kisses over the straw, and spent a bit too much time forging their new relationship, but Reggie was too happy to care. "So what now, back to the library or home?" he asked her.

Julie hummed and went up on her tip toes to nuzzle their noses together. "Can we go for a drive?"

"No curfew?"

Julie shrugged. "My parents trust me, and I'm eighteen. But I'll text them to let them know not to wait up. What about yours?"

"They could care less where I am," Reggie replied bitterly. "And I'll take any excuse not to go back home."

Julie squeezed his hand, then pulled him to his truck, popping in an old Dolly cassette. Getting him to sing along as they drove, letting the windows down as they went down the streets, uncaring as other drivers stared at them.

Eventually they were on a clifftop, sitting in the bed of the truck, looking down at the lights of LA, exchanging kisses and talking quietly, sharing secrets, holding one another as the harder truths came out, but it was a glorious bonding experience.

Eventually they were laying down, yawning as they traced the stars, cuddled together, their voices slurring, eyes growing heavy. Until they fell asleep, Reggie tossing an old blanket over top of them right before he dropped.

They awoke as the sun rose, a little cold, a little sore, but smiling at one another. Even as they drove like heck to get Julie home before her parents called the cops. But she took his hand as he drove, not letting go, promising to call him that afternoon if she wasn't grounded for life.

"Don't know how we'll ever top this first date though," Reggie quipped.

Julie grinned, pulling him in for one last kiss. "Can't wait to see you try."

And her smile was the last thing Reggie saw as she went through the door, unable to erase his as he made his way home, singing all the way, and already planning for their second date.

#filled prompts #ficlet #rulie #rulie relajante #julie and the phantoms

[trashmouth-richie]

TWIN FLAMES: 7 ❤️‍🔥

part: SIX FIVE FOUR THREE TWO ONE

EIGHT

NINE

Summary: The 4th of July is finally here and Eddie has some cute things planned.

<w.c> 5.6k

Pairings: Eddie Munson x female!Reader

Warnings: NO MINORS 18+ mentions of domestic and child abuse, mentions of murder, mentions of drug abuse, drinking, smut, gagging, licking, face riding. Etc

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Eddie’s tongue is poked out as he spoons the thick smooth batter into the cupcake liners. He had never baked before but could, surprisingly, crack an egg with one hand. Having cooked many fried egg sandwiches for himself and the guys while high, they once cracked two dozen eggs trying to master the culinary wet dream.

His arms have thick protruding veins popping out of them as he delicately fills the liners. You had nearly passed out watching him stir the batter. The muscles in his arm taut while he whisked the ingredients together. The bats on his arm looked as if they were in flight with every stroke around the bowl. Fuck, how could someone be this sexy just mixing some boxed cupcake mix?!

The oven dings signaling to you that it is preheated, pulling you from the depths of Perv Avenue that you’ve been a resident of since meeting Eddie. Eddie balances the cupcake pans over to the oven and gently places them in, running back to the counter to check the allotted time given on the box and setting the timer.

He claps his hands together like a little kid who was being awarded as line leader at school.

“That was surprisingly easy,” Eddie says with a grin, “I’m going to have to buy this shit when I get home so I can make them instead of stealing Wayne‘s nutter butters !”

Batter is smeared on his long fingers and before he can make his way to the sink to try to wash them off, you’re pushing him up against the counter.

Taking his ringed fingers into your hands you gradually add them one by one into your warm mouth. The first one you suck on lightly, curling your tongue around it like a bun would a hotdog. The second finger, his middle, you add to the first, swirling your tongue around both of them, dragging them out of your mouth to lick the batter off individually. Keeping your eyes on Eddie’s as you do it.

“Fuck sweetheart,” Eddie sighs, “what’s got you so wound up at 10 o’clock in the morning?”

“Oh I’m just thinking about what the square root of 794 is.” you deadpan.

“Oooh someone’s mouthy this morning.” Eddie says pulling your lip down with the pad of his thumb and watching it bounce back into place, “maybe you need something to keep that mouth busy.”

Eddie pushes his thumb into your mouth, you lightly suck on it, swirling your tongue around and around. You unbutton his shirt slowly, eye fucking him with each button you unclasp. You take a spatula and run it along the bowl til it’s full of batter. Wiping it down Eddie’s bare chest, the cold sensation of the batter sprinkling goose bumps on his alabaster skin.

Starting from the top of his jeans you lick thick stripes up his chest. Suckling and biting gently then harshly as you make your way up his body. The last lick of batter you keep on your tongue. As you bring your mouth to his, your tongue is hanging out, the sweet treat clinging to your taste buds. Eddie licks the batter off your tongue and closes his mouth around yours. Sealing the kiss with your tongues dancing against each other, Eddie slowly removes your shirt.

Twisting your nipples until they ache, you yelp out a whine. Eddie brings his mouth to them, licking against them and blowing gently onto them as if he were blowing a dandelion away into the wind. Watching them glow red with irritation and sensitivity, Eddie kisses up your neck.

You slide down to your knees on the cool kitchen tile, undoing Eddie’s handcuffed belt. Sliding his pants and boxers down you grab ahold of his length, giving him a few quick pumps while spitting generously on his thick, quivering cock.

“Shiiiit,” Eddie hisses, biting his cut lip and grabbing your hair pulling it back away from your face. Holding his cock by the base you gently slide your mouth down his length. You feel his thick girth hitting the back of your throat as you swallow gently around it, tongue out past your lips. Eddie’s eyes are rolled into the back of his head as you swallow him deeper. Breathing through your nose, tears fall down your cheeks as Eddie bucks slightly into your mouth.

Your own spit is running down your chest as Eddie fucks your throat. “Yeah baby, you like that? Feeling my cock down your throat… you’re doing so good for me, so good taking all of me.”

He slides out of your mouth as you take a gasping breath, you pump him up and down with your hand as you pop one of his balls into your mouth, inhaling him teasingly.

“Oh fuck, mmm that mouth is so sweet, holy f—”

The phone rings from the wall above you, making you both jump slightly, not letting it bother you in the slightest, you keep going. Slurping Eddie’s cock like a melting popsicle. He’s moaning your name, whimpering as his peak is nearing.

Phone still ringing

“Oh Jesus Christ. Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum, fuuuuuck” Eddie releases his thick warm cum down your throat, you continue to move your mouth along around his shaft as you swallow every bit of it, sucking his dick clean.

He wipes his brow as he chokes out, “come here sweetheart, I want to taste your sweet little pussy.” Eddie pants.

Eddie slides down the counter and lays down, you take your shorts off in a hurry. He moves his head between your thighs, so you’re straddling his face.

“Eddie, I don’t want to hurt yo—” Eddie shoves his tongue deep into your aching dripping hole.

Phone ringing louder

After what feels like hours but in reality is only seconds of Eddie lashing his tongue against your clit, he mumbles underneath of you. “I don’t give a fuck about my nose right now, sit down.”

Hearing his beautiful mouth filter those filthy words could make you cum on contact alone. You do as you're told, you sit back grinding your pussy against Eddie’s face. A moan escapes from his lips that vibrates on your clit. Sending a shock wave through your entire body.

Phone still ringing

“Fuck Eddie…d-don’t stop, mmm oh shiiiiit” working your hips against his tongue, chasing your high.

Ringing again.

“Fuuuck, fuc-” ringing “Eddie, Eddie hang on I have to answer this, it might be my p— hah-rents.” You lean onto your knees and yank the long cord off the wall behind you.

“He-hello?” Eddie grabs your hips and forces you back down on his face, twirling his tongue as you stifle a moan and cover the end of the receiver.

“Y/N, is everything alright? You sound like you’re out of breath,” your mother says through the phone.

“Oh, h-hiii Mom, yeah I’m f-fine, I just..” Eddie is swirling his tongue faster “…was o-ooo-outside” you lie through your teeth chewing on your lip.

You try to squirm away from Eddie but his arms are wrapped on either side of your thighs pulling you closer to him, pushing his tongue into your hole, and engulfing his lips on your clit.

“Oh, okay honey. Dad and I just wanted you to know we are flying in early tomorrow morning.”

“Alright m-om sounds good, sounds really really good.”

Eddie lets out a chuckle from beneath your dripping cunt. You squeeze your thighs around his face trying to snuff out his voice, the cool bite of the kitchen tile stinging your knees.

“Happy Fourth of July! See you tomorrow, love you sweetie!” Your mom and dad say in unison.

“I love you too” your voice wavering out like you're talking underwater.

You wait for the dial tone on the opposite end to finally release your pent up high.

“Oh my God Eddie! Oh holy shit, fuck fuck fuck right there!” You whine as your orgasm releases all over Eddie’s face, you can feel him grinning below you as you are shaking rapidly against him falling forward to the floor, unable to keep your balance any longer.

*DING*

“ That’d be the cupcakes,” you say face flush with the kitchen tile laughing.

****

You pack up the cupcakes with your freshly new red manicured nails, thanks to the stylings of Salon Munson. He actually did a really great job painting them, he was impatient at first not realizing that they needed to dry before the second coat, his pink tongue poking out as he carefully painted each nail. Eddie had thought long and hard between which color he had wanted his nails. He ended up finally choosing “midnight black” after resorting to ‘eenie meenie minie mo’.

You catch Eddie staring at his nails as he grabs the plate of cupcakes from you and puts the cellophane on top.

“It should be a crime how fucking sexy you are” you say wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Illegal in 40 states, baby” he says with a wink. Eddie follows you up the stairs so you can get dressed.

You decide on a pair of denim shorts, a red striped tank top and a simple pair of sandals. Eddie stood behind you watching you apply some light makeup. Mesmerized by your lipgloss.

“You really are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, and I can’t believe you’re mine.” You turn around and give him a kiss. Whatever you had done to deserve Eddie in every lifetime, simply wasn’t enough for you. You wondered what your parents would think of him. Would they be loving and kind to him like they were to Steve? Would they respect your decision of leaving Steve for him? Even if they didn’t at first they would grow to love him. How could they not?

“Something on your mind sweetheart?” Eddie inquiried, holding your elbows and looking deeply into your eyes.

“We’ve never really talked about my parents before, you don’t know this and would have no way of knowing, but Steve’s parents and my parents are best friends. Like they went to college together, had kids the same year, same month even, vacationed every holiday and summer with kind of friends. I’m pretty sure our mom’s had been planning our wedding since before we even started dating. They really pushed for us to get together so we could all be one big happy family. We had plans to attend Harvard and buy a house and start a family of our own. Everything was falling into place, until I met you and you rocked my world and turned everything upside down in the best ways possible. I’m not nervous for them to meet you, I just think they’re going to be a little surprised and devastated that I dumped Steve.”

Eddie gives you a look of concern as he furrows his brows, “I guess I didn’t realize you were betrothed to Harrington,” he scoffed, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I'm not betrothed to him, I'm my own separate person and so is he. I just need to have a conversation with them about you, they are pretty supportive and I’m their only daughter, so it should be fine. We will be fine.”

“I just— I’ve never had to do this before, you’re my first girlfriend so I don’t know what to expect when meeting the parents… besides them screaming and throwing a crucifix at me” he says with a small laugh.

You roll your eyes, “we’ll be fine Eddie, they’ll love you like I do, let’s just spend today being happy and having fun okay?”

*****

You and Eddie arrive at the trailer, cupcakes in tow a little before noon. Eddie is smiling ear to ear holding his prized possession like a kid on Christmas morning. He bounds up the steps of the trailer holding your hand as he goes, opening the door of the trailer you see the walls are adorned with hats of many colors, another wall is filled top to bottom with a vast mug collection. Wayne is fast asleep in his recliner, a fan facing him blowing ominously. Eddie sets the plate of cookies down on the counter and pulls you along to the only bedroom in the trailer.

The walls are plastered with posters and magazine clippings. A giant sheet decorated with black and red lettering reading “Corroded Coffin” is hung up high towards the ceiling. There’s a dresser with a mirror across from his bed that houses an electric guitar. The top of the dresser is littered with random objects: guitar picks, loose change, cigarette butts, rolling papers, a dusty box of condoms, pens with the caps chewed on, a strange 20 sided dice, handcuffs, and a faded deck of cards. The closet had hangers jutting out of it in every direction, the bed had a single pillow with a flannel blanket thrown haphazardly across it. In the center of the night stand stood a single candle with a picture of a sugar cookie on it.

“Yeah, uh.. we fired the maid last week, she stopped showing up for work.” He says with a wink. You walk around the room admiring everything he had, you could tell all of Eddie’s 19 years were jam packed in this room, everything he had deemed worthy was shoved along onto the messy dresser.

“What’s this?” You ask pointing to the candle.

Eddie’s cheeks blush as he walks over to it running his thumbs along the glass. “I bought this on Saturday morning.. it umm… smells like you.. is that weird?”

Tears well in your eyes at the sweet gesture. Steve had given you many things, rings, pretty sweaters, an ‘S’ monogram necklace. But nothing was more pure and heartfelt than Eddie buying a candle for his room because it reminded him of you.

“You’re too sweet,” you say, pulling him into a hug.

***

After a few hours of Eddie showing you some of his favorite bands and promising you that he’d play them for you after Wayne woke up, you’re now standing in Bradley’s Big Buy deciding which hotdogs to get while Eddie is balancing a box of graham crackers on his head. It had been Eddie’s idea to have the guys’ over and grill and have a bonfire tonight instead of heading to Lover’s Lake.

“It’s up to you babe, I’ll eat whatever.” Eddie said, eyes focused on the box above his head as he tried to add the chocolate bars. You opt for getting 3 packages, hotdogs with cheese inside, jalapeño cheddar, and good old fashioned ball park. “And don’t worry about the guys, they can either eat what we make or starve.”

You're pushing the cart down the bread aisle looking for whatever is left on the almost bare shelves, shoppers already having bought their Fourth of July items days before the actual holiday, when you hear your name and a familiar voice echoing behind you.

Steve’s mother.

You drop the package of buns you were holding and at the same time the box of graham crackers comes crashing down from Eddie’s head.

“H-Hi Mary, Happy 4th of July!” you say with a fake smile and even faker voice. Her icy eyes looking from you to Eddie to you again, a slight look of bemusement on her tight lipped smile.

“Yes, Happy 4th indeed, Y/N. I wasn’t expecting you to be here, without Steve.” She says side eyeing Eddie and tightening her purse in her grasp.

Your tongue feels like it is cemented to the roof of your mouth. Eddie is casually standing beside you, his arm now resting around your waist and the other on the cart.

“We uh— broke up actually.”

“Oh honey, I’m already aware of your behavior the last few days. I guess I wasn’t aware that you had moved on so —quickly.” Eyeing Eddie as he stands beside you.

“Yeeeeah I—uh— well—I”

“It’s just a shame that Steve wasted so many good years on you just for you to end up getting beat up and probably knocked up by this generation's Munson trash.”

You can’t believe your ears. This was your mom’s best friend and she was being so rude you couldn’t comprehend it. Here stood a lady who helped your mother throw your birthday parties with Steve every year since you could remember, painted your nails for a girls night once a month, and is now acting like you killed her only son. Not only that but accusing Eddie of laying his hands on you? Nope, not today, not ever.

“Excuse me?!”

“You heard me you little tramp, we loved you like you were our own daughter, and you threw all of that away for him?” she screeched, jutting a finger out at Eddie.

White hot rage filled your mind and fumed out of your ears. You weren’t accustomed to yelling at adults but this would be the exception.

“Okay Mary, listen carefully cause I won’t repeat myself. I loved Steve, but we were growing apart. And instead of leading him along until I left him at the altar or something more dramatic than that, I decided to end it. So as far as I’m concerned, what I do next with my life, is none of your business. But what should be your business is maybe getting Steve some help, considering he beat the shit out of us last night after he drunk drove to my house high on cocaine. Have a lovely afternoon.” You spat pushing the cart around her and moving faster down the aisle, Eddie quick on your heels flipping her the bird as you went.

“I’m so turned on right now sweetheart, holy shit.” Eddie coos into your ear, licking it slightly. “Getting ready to box some broad in the grocery store, goddamn.” Eddie’s Cheshire Cat grin could make you melt. You couldn’t help the fiery burn of hatred for Steve and his parents course through your body. You had planned on saving your parents the grimy details of what happened last night when Steve attacked you and Eddie, but if Steve could tell his parents about you breaking up with him and have his mother talk to you that way in the grocery store, then fucking game on.

****

Driving back from to the trailer, Eddie was singing along to one of his tapes explaining to you that it was “Metallica’s: Ride the Lightening”. His hand was on your thigh thumbing along to the beat of “For Whom the Bell Tolls.” Pulling onto the grass beside the trailer, Eddie parks the van and grabs the bags.

You’re holding the door for Eddie as he carries in the bags humming along to himself. Wayne was awake and in the kitchen lifting the cling wrap off of Eddie’s infamous cupcakes. His icy blue eyes looked up to greet you, wrinkled with a smile.

“Hey Wayne!” You say to him excitedly

Wayne is about to greet you but is stopped dead when he notices the bandage on your face and your blood bursted eye. His face dropped sadly asking what the hell was going on. He knew Eddie would never lay a hand on a woman, he was just stunned. Eddie explained everything in detail on what happened minus your little catatonic episode. Wayne turned to you, fighting like hell to keep a single tear from falling. “Your ex boyfriend did this?” He said, gesturing to your face and eye.

You nod your head. Rubbing his hands over his face and standing up, he gathered both you and Eddie into a swift hug. “I’m just glad y’all are okay,” he says wiping the traitorous tears as it collected into his mustache, “let’s set that nose Ed before you look like that ugly fucker from ‘the Goonies’”

****

You were nervous at first to meet Eddie’s friends. They had all walked a different path of life from you and you didn’t want them to think you were dating Eddie for any other reason than that you loved him. When Jeff and Gareth tore down the dusty entry to the trailer park in Jeff’s blue Buick, your hands began to sweat and your breath was hitched in your throat.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, they’re going to adore you,” Eddie sang sweetly into your ear.

Getting out of the car the boys opened the backseat and emerged with a big blue cooler as they made their way over to you, Eddie, and Wayne.

Eddie introduced you to them the same way he introduced you to Wayne, as his girl.

Gareth was the first to speak up, “Fuck that was quick, you really don’t mess around do ya Munson?”

“Yeah yeah, how’s your girlfriend doing, shithead?” Eddie teased with a big grin.

“Would have been better if you wouldn’t have cockblocked me on Friday!” Gareth sneered back, flipping Eddie the bird and tossing a beer to him. “I know you didn’t want to get your ass kicked but it looks like it happened anyway, fuck man what happened!?”

“Long story short, her ex walked in on us sleeping, and he wouldn’t leave so she slapped him and he hit her, and then we started a Wild West fight minus the cool outfits and guns”.

“Fuck,” Jeff exhaled, “I didn’t think Harrington was like that, a douche sure but a a violent prick hitting a girl? What the fuck?.”

“We just saw him on the way here, he was with Wheeler and Billy Hargrove going about 90 mph through town, almost ran us off the road.” Gareth exclaimed.

You’re shocked and completely taken aback by the news of Steve hanging out with Billy. Obviously hanging out with Billy wasn’t just a one time occurrence for him, and that had you worried. Steve had always despised Billy. Had you really hurt him that bad that he would turn to drugs, alcohol and violence?

Eddie puts his arms around you pulling you into a hug, “it’ll be okay baby, it’s not your fault.” Eddie whispers gently into your ear.

As much as you had loved Steve, seeing him go down such a dangerous path was scary. You didn’t want to hurt him when you broke up with him for Eddie but your happiness counted too, and keeping someone else happy but not yourself is not the answer.

*****

“Hope you like burnt hotdogs,” Wayne laughs as he lowers himself into a barely standing lawn chair. Eddie and Gareth had been yelling at each other over the grill for the past twenty minutes.

“You have to flip them or they’re going to burn, dumbass!” Eddie screeches at Gareth.

“Christ, will you relax?” Gareth says with a joint hanging from his lips, “I’ve done this like one other time it’s totally cool.” Jeff is shaking his head sporting a beer in each hand. Sunglasses askew as he leans his head back almost falling off the picnic table.

You had resorted to roasting some marshmallows over the small fire pit Eddie dragged out from behind the trailer. Arranging the roasted mallow on top of the graham cracker and chocolate, you place it next to the little pile of already finished s’mores. Eddie and Gareth are still arguing over how long they should be cooked for. Seeing Eddie fuss over the hotdogs brings a laugh from your throat, the beer you had wasn’t helping the small case of the giggles.

“Something funny sweetheart?” He quips as he slams the lid shut on another round of blackened food. Waltzing his way over to you, eyes dark, the faint smell of scorched food tainting his clothing.

“Me? Oh nooOoooo. Nope! I've just never had an all black hotdog before and I don’t know if I should use ketchup or mustard.” You say biting your lip holding back from outright laughing in his face.

“Both!” Wayne yells from across the fire pit, giving a hearty laugh. You can’t help but join in with Wayne’s laughter. Eddie gets closer to you and sticks a ringed finger into your sides tickling you without mercy.

“That’s funny huh?” Eddie chuckles, still tickling you,“I’m slaving away like a 50s housewife and you’re laughing?” The giggle coming out of your mouth is becoming louder and louder as you try to fight him off.

“E-Eddie! St-stop STOP!” You day in between laughs.

“Oh baby, I love when you squeal my name.” he says only loud enough for you to hear. Your cheeks flush bright red and Eddie stops tickling you only to pepper your face with kisses instead. “God I love you. Even when you’re being a little brat.”

You take a s’more and shove it into his open mouth, scoffing, “I’m not a brat,” pouting your lower lip out.

Eddie is the one to laugh now as he eats the mouthful of s’more. He hugs you tight and flips Gareth off as he starts making gagging noises.

***

The hotdogs were very burnt, and a very high Gareth put two hotdogs in between a bun and added copious amounts of relish. “S’good” he bragged. Jeff passed out mid bite, head lolling down as he struggled staying upright.

“Is he okay?” You asked both Gareth and Eddie.

“Yeah he does this all the time, he can’t handle his shit” Eddie says, wiping ketchup from his lips and slamming down another beer.

“If he pukes, I’m gonna put his ass in the car.” Gareth says, putting the lit end of the joint in his mouth and only realizing when his tongue started to burn.

Finishing up the hotdogs and s’mores, you get a garbage bag and grab everyone’s plates, Eddie jumps up to help you gather empty beer cans taking the bag from you. You bring the condiments back inside to be out in the fridge. Wayne is sitting at the table lacing up his work boots as you pass him in the kitchen. “You know I’ve never seen that boy this happy in his whole life” he says, eyes finding yours.

You give him a soft smile and open the fridge, “I’m pretty happy too,” you admit turning around and hugging yourself leaning against the fridge.

“I don’t know how much Eddie has told you about his mama and daddy but, his daddy, my own brother, is the meanest son of a bitch I’ve ever met. Locked up for murder, should have been put away years before he was, but she never pressed charges. Instead she found a new boyfriend who supplied her drug habit and hit the road, leaving Eddie to fend for himself against that fucker.”

Tears begin to pool in your eyes as Wayne continues on.

“He always was a tough kid, but very tender hearted, he loved his mama more than anything, blamed himself for the things that happened to her and the reason that she left. I can’t imagine the pain he felt watching that happen to you last night. And I’m sorry that you experienced something as foul as having someone you loved hit you. Just know that, no matter the shit Eddie has seen and gone through, he’s not like his parents, he’s a good man. He would never do the things his daddy done, no matter the circumstance. Thank you for sticking up for him. He’s lucky to have you.” Without another word Wayne gets up and gives you a quick hug, “thank you for loving my boy.” he says as he grabs his thermos and a sack lunch and walks out the door.

Eddie comes into the house right after Wayne starts up the van and heads into work. “You okay baby?” He says looking at your test stricken face.

You nod your head and pull him into a hug. He was the most caring person you had ever met and he had no reason to be. Usually people with fucked up parents are themselves, also fucked up. But here was Eddie, odds stacked against him, beating every single one.

“I just love you a lot, and I want you to know that I really care about you.” You say murmuring into his neck.

“Well I love you too sweetheart,” he says kissing the top of your head, “I uh, I was going to ask if you wanted to come see us play tomorrow night at the Hideout? It’s a pretty shitty bar but it’ll be fun, what do you think?”

“Of course I’ll be there, wouldn’t miss seeing my man up on stage! Gotta let the little hussies of Hawkins know that the sexiest man playing guitar and singing is all mine.” you say kissing Eddie’s neck, feeling his arms wrap around you hoisting you up into his arms.

“Jesus Christ! Get a room already!” Gareth whines from outside.

“He needs a girlfriend,” you say with a laugh.

Eddie grins as you both flip Gareth off from the kitchen window. “Ahh, he’s just a little jealous. I’m the first of the Hellfire Club and Corroded Coffin to have a girlfriend. And the night I met you I was jealous of him because he was flirting with some girls and it came so naturally to him I couldn’t believe it. I still can’t believe you like me enough to stick around.” he snorted.

*****

The rest of the night goes off without a hitch, Jeff wakes up only when Eddie’s neighbors start lighting off some fireworks. He finishes the cold hotdog in his hand and declares a Roman candle war with Eddie. Gareth plops down next to you on a rickety chair. He finishes his beer and throws it behind him.

“So did you and Eddie really meet like on Friday? And then you two are what like in love and shit?” He demanded.

“Yeah, but it’s a little deeper than th—”

“I know the ‘twinfire’ thing or whatever— Eddie tried to explain it to me,” he says with a wave of his hand dismissing you, “ I’m worried that you’ll do what you did to Harrington to him.”

Your heart falls out of your chest. You didn’t want Eddie’s friends to hate you or think you had some alternative motive going on.

“I really love him Gareth,” you begin, “I know it seems odd that we are moving so quickly but I’ve never felt the way I do with Eddie with anyone, ever. I dated Steve for 4 years, and when I met Eddie I knew I could never love anyone other than him.”

“Alright fine, but if this goes south I’ll find out where you live and egg your house every night until I graduate.” He says with a cheesy grin.

“That’s a lot of eggs.” you say with a smile “now, tell me about this girl that Eddie cockblocked you from”.

Gareth goes into long intricate detail of how he has been pining for Carrie since middle school. And finally this year he got a little confidence and started slowly talking to her and finally on Friday they had made out.

“I don’t know what to do, I mean I think she likes me, we made out a few times but that doesn’t mean shit.” Gareth says fidgeting with his lighter.

“Well just call her and ask her out, be real with her. Have her come watch you guys play tomorrow night! I’ll be there! I can sit with her and talk to her about how cool you are.” You offer with a grin.

Gareth’s face brightens into a smile. “Shit you’d do that?! Oh man, what if she hates it?”

“Impossible, no girl would turn down a guy who invited her to watch his band play.”

Gareth agrees to call Carrie tomorrow and invite her to watch Corroded Coffin. Eddie and Jeff make their way back over to the trailer covered with sweat and smelling like singed clothing. Eddie lays an old denim patchwork quilt down on the ground and motions for you to come and sit with him. You sit in between Eddie’s legs and lean back on his sweat glistened chest. A sudden wave of contentment washes over you. Being with Eddie made you feel safe, made you feel like nothing in this world could bother you because of the love you shared.

The big fireworks that Hawkins put on over Lovers Lake had started. You could see them explode into the sky without the noise of them being so loud. You sunk down further into Eddie and craned your head up to look at him. His large brown eyes had reflections of fireworks in them, open wide with awe. You reach up to touch his face and run your fingers over his cracked lip. He looks down at you and smiles widely, “everything okay?” He asks tentatively.

“I love being yours” you whisper to him. His smile deepens and tears gleam in his eyes. He is so shamelessly attractive, you’re positive you have met the one person on earth who could never have a bad look. He wraps his arms around you tighter, squeezing you tighter and tighter. Eddie brushes a hair behind your ear, your neck in the crook of his elbow.

“Every time I look into your eyes, I fall even more in love with you.” Eddie says staring deeply into your eyes, leaning down to kiss you.

“Aww Eddie I love you too, come here big boy!”

Jeff and Gareth are both laughing hysterically, Eddie smirks at you and chucks a beer at them spraying them both with the sticky, foamy brew. You are all laughing, enjoying the pure bliss of tonight’s endeavors.

Young, dumb and in love.

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A/n: thank you for reading!! Next chapter readers parents come home and she tells them about Steve!

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Anything and Everything - Finn Wolfhard x Reader

Another Finn Wolfhard one shot! This one is more of a childhood best friends to lovers type story, I hope you like it! Thank you so much for the love on my last post, it means a whole lot. Gender neutral as always. Thanks!

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Your mind was gray, like someone had turned the TV to a dead channel. That's how you'd had felt a lot, recently. Static and stationary and reminiscent of something that used to be bright and moving, but someone had long since changed the channel.

You usually came up here, on summer nights, to sit on the roof. Sometimes you brought your paints, used the sunset as a reference image, and the roof's shingles as small canvases. Today the sky was a gradient of violet to baby pink to pale yellow. Small clouds dotted the sky, and you documented them with a flat brush. You used to come up here with Finn all the time when you were younger, and you would rather crudely paint whatever you felt like painting. Sometimes it was self portraits, or each other, or scenes you had made up to make up stories for.

Finn Wolfhard, your best friend since birth. Well, former best friend. Maybe. It was hard to discern where you stood with him now that he had left home to pursue acting. When he first left, it was bittersweet, but you kept in touch. You'd call and text nearly every second of every day, sometimes emailing him while you were on a school computer, and couldn't wait to tell him whatever was so important.

Your messages were always reciprocated. Always. And you'd send letters, and he would find a way to send them back, even when he was in the middle of nowhere shooting some movie or TV show or interview. But people change. They always do. And Finn was kinetic, always moving from one thing to the next. You watched from your small childhood bedroom how he grew his career; you watched interviews and red carpets and every project he was a part of. You always supported him, and he always knew that, even when his texts went from being daily to weekly, and weekly to monthly, and you knew in your heart that this was how it was going to go.

You knew from the moment he got his first role that he was going to be big. You knew he was talented, of course, and you wanted him to share that with the world. But you didn't anticipate how much it would hurt to see him drift away from you.

"You're up here again? Don't you ever worry you're gonna fall off or something?"

You whipped your head around to see your older sister poking the upper half of her torso out of your open bedroom window.

"I'm not gonna fall off, Maia."

"Good, because you have a date tomorrow!" She sang the last few syllables, rather poorly, and then swiftly ducked her body back into your room with a stupid grin on her face.

"What? Again?"

It was hard to believe that Maia was your sister. She was impulsive and clumsy and lovely and absolutely your opposite. But she was your sister. And she could read you like a book.

Ever since Finn left, she watched as you watched him drift away. She insisted you were in love and then promptly had your heart broken, and the best cure was to find another guy and move on. So, she had been sporadically setting you up on blind dates for the past few months or so. With every kind of guy imaginable. Tall, short, older, younger. Honestly, it weirded you out, but you usually humored her because you knew that one day she would move somewhere far away, too, and you would crave some more memories with her, the way you did with Finn.

---

"Don't knock it until you try it!"

"Trust me, I've tried it. It's gross."

"Strawberry is the best flavor of milkshake. Hands down, period, no questions asked."

"I'm sorry, but you're completely, devastatingly wrong."

"Nope. I'm always right, Finn."

"Sure."

It was another hazy Saturday night in July, and you were at Andy's diner with Finn. That's how you usually spent your hazy summer nights. Throwing fries at each other, bickering like an old married couple. You stayed there until closing every time, and got dirty looks from the staff whenever you walked in. Because they knew you wouldn't want to leave each other's sides until you absolutely had to.

You rode your bikes there and back, and sometimes, if you were lucky, your parents would let you sleep over at his place or him at yours. It was perfect, and it was every summer until he got his first big break in Stranger Things, and he was swept out from under you.

And you stayed in touch. But it wasn't the same, going to that diner on the corner alone.

---

You quickly gathered up your paints and brushes and slipped inside your bedroom window, setting the art supplies down on your desk and sitting on your bed next to Maia, who was sprawled out on your duvet like a starfish.

"I'm sorry, but I, like, really don't want to go on another da—"

"This is the last one. I promise. But you really, really have to go. You'll see why. Tomorrow, at six, at Andy's."

"Really? Andy's?"

"You'll see why. But please tell me you'll go. I won't set you up on another blind date again, I swear." She propped herself up on an elbow to face you, and held out her pinkie.

Reluctantly, you shook it.

---

And that's how you found yourself here, spending your Saturday night biking to Andy's diner, on the corner. You looped your broken lock around your old bicycle and swung the door of the diner open.

It was one of those classic, American-looking diners, with a checkered floor and neon lights and red pleather stools and booths running through it. Instinctually, you sat down in the booth you used to always share with Finn. It was near the back, but it was by the window that had the best view of the sunset. You rested your head in the palm of your hand, absently checking the time on your phone (it was 6:02 PM), and scrolling through Instagram. It was 6:11 PM when the door was swung open again, and time seemed to slow down as you set your phone on the polyurethane tabletop, and moved your right hand from under your chin to rest in your lap.

Time seemed to slow down as Finn Wolfhard looked around, first to the left, then to the right, and he spotted you. You. He was looking at you. And he smiled. And he made his way over to you and sat down across from you and everything was in slow motion until he spoke.

"I'm so fucking sorry."

It had been years since you had seen him, but sitting here, at your favorite spot in your favorite diner, across from him, it felt like no time had passed at all.

That's what it felt like. But he looked different. His hair was a bit shorter. Still curly, still dark. His eyes were the same but his jawline was sharper. And his freckles were still in the same place as they were five and a half years ago. And his voice was deeper. But you couldn't act like you hadn't watched his evolution from a TV screen, because you had. And you couldn't act like this wasn't absolutely crazy. That he was sitting here in front of you, because it was.

"You're here." It took a moment for you to form any sort of coherent sentence.

"Yeah." His voice was soft. That hadn't changed. It was a tone he always seemed to use around you. When he did interviews, he seemed like a different person, almost. All press-trained and polished. But with you, he was just Finn. He was always just Finn. Even over the phone, even miles away. Even when you hadn't reached out in a little over two weeks.

"And I'm so sorry. I wanted to see you earlier. I wanted to surprise you. So I texted Maia to set up like a surprise, or something, but I kept having reshoots and stuff kept getting pushed back and I'm so sorry. I haven't texted you. I've been meaning to. I mean, I think about you all the time. Not in a weird way. I just...

"I miss you, Y/N. I really do. All the time. I hope you realize that."

And in that moment, you really did realize that. He was mixing up his words as he spoke, running his mouth at a mile a minute. It was like he had rehearsed a speech and then thrown it all out the window the moment he saw you. And you were even worse, as you tried to catch up. It was a messy, fast-paced conversation. You kept accidentally interrupting each other, but by the time you had ordered your food and finished it, you got your groove back. There were no awkward pauses, and you got to catch up on everything you missed.

He told you stories from set. He told you about things he wanted to say to you, jokes he never told. He told you about how often he'd rant about you to his cast mates, so much so that it had become an inside joke between them.

And you told him about the world back home. You told him about your old neighbors, and the people at school who he hadn't seen in years. You told him about graduation, and your acceptance into college, and your art and the book you were reading.

You talked for ages about anything. And everything. Every stupid inside joke you two had rolled off of your tongues, like no time had passed at all. And you argued over your milkshake flavors like an old married couple. And you threw fries at each other until your waitress came over and told you the diner was closing. And you were the last ones out the door, still laughing and talking.

---

You often found yourself up on the rooftop with Finn, watching the sunset and talking about nothing in particular. And it was one of those nights.

“If we're both not married by 40, we should marry each other.”

“Why?”

“Tax purposes.”

“Do you know what that means?”

“Nah, I’ve just heard my parents say it a lot. Kinda works as an explanation for anything, really.”

You laughed and reached through your window to grab some paper and a pink glitter gel pen, drafting up some marriage pact.

"You're already considering divorce, Y/N? Wow."

"I'll have to if you don't let me have my strawberry milkshakes."

"I still don't know why you like those. They don't even taste like strawberries."

"They totally do. Okay, sign here."

And he did. In pink glitter gel pen. And you kept that stupid contract in the top drawer of your desk. Because maybe you liked the idea of a promise that you'd be together forever.

---

"Fuck."

"What happened?"

"Someone stole my bike."

Finn turned to look at where you stood, by an empty bike rack that most definitely was not supposed to be empty.

"Were you still using that broken lock?"

"Maybe. But it's not that broken."

He sighed and then laughed. And then you laughed even though you had no way home, and it was almost 9.

"Come on then, I'll drive you home."

And he did. And he remembered the way to your house because of course he did. And on that car ride home you realized two things. One being that you didn't want this night to end once he dropped you off, and two being that your sister was right.

You were in love with him.

---

Your first realization, luckily, was rectified once he said he didn't want this night to be over either, and agreed to come upstairs with you. That's how you found yourself sitting back on the roof, only this time next to Finn. Like how it used to be.

"You painted these?" He looked at the various sunsets on the shingles of the roof. It was interesting, the way you could see your progression as an artist through each row of tiles. The ones at the top were the ones you made with Finn. Silly, messy portraits and things that you couldn't quite discern anymore but had fond memories of making. As you trailed your eyes downwards, there were more and more sunsets, each one more detailed and realistic than the last. He traced his fingers over the clouds in yesterday's sky and smiled as you said yes, yes you painted these, 'cause nobody else ever comes up here.

"Do you remember all the stupid stuff we did here?" He said. You were both laying down now, side by side, looking up at the sky. The conversation was calmer, and there was a comfortable silence before you said "Of course."

"I would still marry you."

"Oh my god, Finn. What, are you in love with me or something?" When you turned your head to look at him, he was already facing you. You grinned, and he opened his mouth to speak before closing it again and shaking his head.

You both turned back to look at the sky. There were so many stars in the sky tonight.

"Yeah, you know, I might be."

You sat up, and looked down at him. A moment passed before he sat up too, to look at you.

Your voice was barely a whisper when you spoke again.

"In love with me?"

"I mean, yeah. I'm sorry, I don't wanna like put that on you. You're just great. But forget about it, I'm so sorry, Y/N. I know we like just saw each other again, and—"

"Don't apologize. I love you too." And even though your voice was soft, it wasn't hesitant. You were absolutely sure that you loved him in that moment, and in all the moments before that; you loved him too.

"Can I kiss you?"

You nodded, maybe a little too eagerly. And then his hand was in yours, and he was closer, and his other hand found its way to your face, tilting your chin up ever so slightly to look at him. Your eyes fluttered shut and you felt his lips on yours.

And the kiss was a gradient of violet to baby pink to pale yellow. It was the beauty of yesterday's sunset, and the laughter of all of tomorrow's memories.

His hand made it's way from your chin to the back of your neck, thumb gently grazing your jaw. You gingerly placed both of your hands over his shoulders, toying with his soft, dark curls.

The kiss was gentle, and he was gentle and loving and he kissed you like you were made of porcelain. Like if he held you too hard you would shatter. But you wouldn't. You had never felt more whole.

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[number1120]

As promised, here’s my thoughts on the Sinclair Band!AU fanfic book!

This’ll be a mixture of two AU’s based off the lovely @arkunder's band!AU and the awesome @loveandmurders's Sinclair sister!AU (their writing for the sister sinclair is so fucking amazing! go read it!). This'll be a fun one, trust me, because I had to go over every little thing from both two blogs PLUS a kill count video on youtube over HoW. Yes, there will be murder in this, but it'll be fore the good!

For this to work, I can't use "y/n" but it'll take the story element away from the tale. Also I have a hard time writing in 'y/n' context. I'll be practicing on my spare time to make it better. Thank you understanding. I haven't can up with the sister's name yet, but it'll come to me soon.

ANYWAYS!

The story is going to be base around the idea that the Sinclair Brothers did have an adopted sister in their family from when she was 4 weeks old until she was 6-years-old when she was taken away for two reasons: Near drowning and Bo pushing her down the stairs in the Wax House (the big spiral one!). Because of her young age, she doesn't remember much, but the last thing she remembers is bring ripped out of her brothers' arms... no lie. Like she was RIPPED out of their arms.

This crushes Bo and Vincent, and this breaks Lester because they were really close. Trudy? She wanted the girl gone because raising four kids was a lot, and she needed a reason to get rid of the girl. I mean, she was leaning in the doorway with a cigarette in hands as she watched the madness of her sons fighting police officers for their little sister. Victor was inside reading over files for the hospital, not caring that his sons were being traumatized. You know? Dicks.

To add salt to the wound, there was a firer car crash months later, July 17th, the sister's 16th bithday. When Trudy learned that there was a bad crash, the daughter in it, by Bo's teacher. She takes this as a sick way to make her sons to "forget" her, and, that night, she faked a phone call from the "hospital" and she tells the boys that their sister died later at the hospital. Of course, this CRUSHES them. Bo doing some unhealthy coping skills, Vincent not wanting to touch wax for a while, and Lester is a shell of a kid. They lost her for the second time, and it's for good this time. The twins were 12 and Lester was 8.

Fast forward to now:

Sinclair-Voyance is in the Top 10 rock band with their second album being in top charts seven times in a row! World tours, traveling, meeting the Royals inf England! There's nothing that the three brothers can't do! Things are finally getting better, and they are rocking and vibing hardcore with nothing stopping them! The twins are 22 and Lester 18 (and he graduated high school on the honor role!). They are the youngest rockers to hit the rock world, and nothing will slow them down!

... until their manager has them performing on July 17th, the Cursed Date. Bo wants to cancel it because it's the day where all three of them fall apart, but Lester convenes them that it's a good thing and they should do it! But make it different from the rest of the concerts, Vincent reminds them.

It'll be an honorary concert for their baby sister, their favorite sibling. The concert will be a fundraiser for the Fire Rescue and Recovery, a charity for children who were harmed in fries and car crashes. The band has donated to them a couple of times, but this'll be different: it'll be in honor of their sister. Bo won't getting drunk on stage, Vincent showing his face, and Lester taking lead for some songs when emotions run heavy on Bo to still.

Bo swears he's the reason why they lost their sister, and July 17th is the one day of the year where Bo falls apart like a bullet through a car window. He blames himself. It's his fault. The weight he carries will never be understood by his brothers.

Vincent designs limited edition merch, Lester posts a lot about the concert along with telling stories about survivors that went through recovery with the charity, and Bo will perform at a talk show and promoting this a week before the concert, hoping that other bands will join this cause, too. Now, a Humble/Sober Bo is a very rare sight, and the rock world knows it, showing that this thing is the real deal.

WHILE THEY ARE DOING THAT:

Their sister, alive and well, has a bad knee (from an injury she can't remember) and a burned hand (from the car crash). She and her friends are huge fans of Sinclair-Voyance, and their radio station is hosting a ticket "9th Caller" thing, and she's lucky number 9! She and her friends are stocked to see the boys preform, and the sister is excited, too, because it'll be her 16th birthday. Goodness, she's so excite to celebrate it with her friends and at the concert! And the concert is for a good charity that helped her heal from the car crash she survived. Because of the charity, her hand is scarred but fully healed, and it saved her hand from being taken. Anyways, she won tickets for The Stand Pit, and S-V was happy to trade a standing ticket for a front row seating ticket. She can't stand for a long time, and S-V Brand understood that (The Sinclairs a lot of things, but not ablest).

Plus, this concert will be able to be away from her abusive boyfriend and brothers. Well, she doesn't want to call them bothers for what they've done to her, but what else is she supposed to call them? They remind her every day that her first family didn't want her, and her first brothers tried to kill her! No one wants her. Even the new adopted family doesn't want her: they just wanted the check the state gives every month for taking care of her.

Even though she's a fan of their music, she always felt connected with them. Bo's voice was always comforting her like a lullaby. Vincent's kin smile and gentleness around children made her feel like she knew him. Lester's bright smile an happy brown eyes sending her back to a time she's forgotten. She knows she was taken away from a different family, but she forgot they faces. Is it possible to miss strangers who she's never met?

They felt like a home she never got to live in.

Before the concert, Lester is out near the pit doing autographs, talking, and doing photos with fans. He was the biggest smile on his face, but it fades when he sees his... no. That's not her. She's dead! That's just a fan who looks like her! Yeah, that's it. Besides, his sister's dead! He buried her in a white coffin with butterflies on it. Butterflies were her favorite, and the scar on her hand was in a shape of one she got while she drowned. While the town went to away on the day of her funeral to comfort his parents, the brothers stayed behind and finished the job before the digger could bury her. They threw dirt over her grave while listening to the radio, and they comfort her, promising that she'll always be an angel to them.

The three brothers singing their sister to sleep to "Amazing Grace" when they were done. Yeah... his sister's dead.

Either way, he forces a happy face and takes a photo with the sister look-alike. As Lester leaves to get ready and recovers from this ghost sighting, the girl catches his hand, At first the security is about to push her away, but the girl says to him with soft eyes, "I'm sorry for your lost, Lester. I hope she's resting well."

His eyes falls to her hand and see the butterfly-shaped scar. That seals it. It's her! It's really her! That's his sister and--and she doesn't remember him. He squeezes her hand, saying, "Thank ya, ma'am. It means a lot ya showed up for 's. Than' ya."

In her mind, his voice rings, and she's heard that voice before. Long before the albums and interviews. Long before Sinclair-Voyance became a band. Somewhere, his voice matched the screaming brother fighting to keep his sister in his grip. Somewhere, looking out the back window of a cop car, visions of her brothers fighting sheriffs flashed, and Lester was there.

She finally remembers.

Anyways, that's what I have in mind so far. Let me know if you have another idea!

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