#steve would totally be swiftie

[machtaholic]

Written for @steddiemicrofic March prompt, pin.

Love Story, Rating: T, 388 words

It was hot on the streets of Chicago, but it was even hotter inside the stadium, where Eddie felt pinned in on all sides by the crush of screaming girls. But the only pinned person he was interested in was the one whose back was currently pressed to his front.

Steve was dressed in a pair of lavender bermuda shorts a white crop tank top and a pink, blue and purple short sleeved button up over it. Friendship bracelets up each forearm, cheeks and hair covered in glitter - Steve fit in perfectly with the crush of girls around them. Unlike Eddie, who felt completely out of place in his Hellfire Club t-shirt with his hair up in a messy bun due to the heat.

The lights changed as Taylor Swift took the stage with her guitar and started playing … something. Whatever it was made the crowd holler and made Steve bounce excitedly.

"We were both young when I first saw you, I close my eyes and the flashbacks starts I'm standing there, on a balcony in summer air …"

Eddie hummed as Steve bounced and danced against him - this was so not Eddie's jam, but it made Steve happy. And a happy Steve made Eddie very happy.

"… You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess, it's a love story, baby, just say, 'Yes' …"

Eddie smiled wide when Steve turned to look at him at him.

"Gonna be my prince?" Steve asked.

"I'll be your prince of darkness, princess," Eddie whispered. "Brought a surprise." They'd been lucky enough to snag a room in a hotel within walking distance from the stadium, which Eddie was grateful for - he didn't want to have to try to hail a cab or catch a Lyft or Uber.

"A surprise?" Steve turned fully so he was face to face with Eddie, the crowd pinning them to each other with barely any room to breathe.

"Silk rope," Eddie leaned in, his lips almost against Steve's, humming as they shared a breath.

"Going to cpature me and then save me?" Steve asked.

"Capture, torment, then save you," Eddie breathed, giving Steve a soft kiss.

"My prince of darkness," Steve hummed, turning back towards the stage, leaning back against Eddie.

"… We were both young when I first saw you."

[NOTE: had to delete my earlier post because editor wouldn't let me fix it >.< [

#stranger things #steddie #steddiemicrofic #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve would totally be swiftie

[bettysupremacy]

Midnight rain | Steve Harrington

Summary: Steve wants a family and a home with you, but you’re still chasing the fame of being a rockstar.

a/n this is dedicated to all my swifties. i love u. also, i’m incapable of finishing a fic on a sad note. sorry! happy ending.

Lemme know if y’all would want more of this

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“One more tour.” You cradle Steve’s fragile face in your warm hands.

Tears run over your fingers, dripping guiltily onto the blanket. He shouldn’t feel like this, and it shouldn’t have been you to make him feel like this. He was sunshine. The sight has your heart in pieces on the comforter between you.

“One more tour,” you whisper. “And then It’s you and me.”

He shakes his head. “I want that now.”

You know he isn’t blaming you for his hurt, but it gnaws at you anyways. “You know I do too.”

It’s weak, but it’s convincing. And true.

“I know you do.”

Your eyes search for his glassy ones. “But this’ll pay for it. Another tour is a house, more than that.” Fame. You don’t say it.

His chest aches. He knows you’re right, and the thought of ripping you from the very thing you want the most tears him apart. He slides into your arms, needy for affection. Your hand glides from where it cradles his jaw to behind his head, holding under his other ear. It’s an intimate touch that has him hiccuping into your chest.

The gratefulness that he’s this comfortable being vulnerable around you is burdened by your guilt.

You’d had this conversation before. It had started with your confession that he deserves more, and ended with him in tears again because he only wants you. He can’t imagine children with someone who isn’t you.

You’d left it at that. He’d wait, however long it took, and be there when you were ready. He just wish it’d be quicker.

There had been three tours so far. Three sold out worldwide tours that Corroded Coffin had traveled, each one a little more taxing on Steve. He missed you. He didn’t like being apart from you for so long, didn’t like calling you and knowing you were on a pay phone. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust you. It was never that. He just missed the intimacy of home life he’d get in between travels.

“Eddie said this album would make the history books.” You whisper. You hate buzzing thrill in your voice. “This tour could mean big things.”

His head doesn’t move from your shoulder, but his arms tighten. “Big things that make the wait longer?”

“Big things that insure our future, Stevie.” You breathe out. “Another tour is the type of money where we’d never have to work again.”

“But you’d miss it.” He shakes his head the most he can. He’s right, you would. He couldn’t do that to you.

This was all you’d ever wanted, and you’d finally gotten it.

“We can still make music, corroded coffin can still make music, and once we’re settled, I don’t see why another tour isn’t possible.”

He sits up out of your hold, imagining this future. Your nimble fingers reach up to wipe over his cheeks, uncaring of the snot the runs.

His breathing is in staggers. “You, me, baby Harrington.”

“Yeah, baby,” Your shoulders shake with soft laughs, a light in the dark atmosphere. “I can still be rockstar with a kid.”

He smiles, pictures of you on stage with a bump flash his mind. “Totally metal to be pregnant.”

“That’s what I’m saying.” You brush his hair from his eyelashes.

He blinks funny because of it. “And I could go with you.”

Your eyes lock. He’s only ever been with you for one. It was too much for him, too much movement. And it’d only been the states.

“Yeah,” you nod. “I’d like that.”

He nods back. He doesn’t want to miss you again. Missing you was the worst ache he’d ever endured. Many sleepless nights, many red eyes.

His tired eyes claw at you.

This argument started at ten and now your bedside clock reads midnight. You hate to even call it that. An argument. He hasn’t tried to stop you, to argue that you shouldn’t go. He’s just upset, rightfully so.

You stretch to your nightstand, pulling the string on your lamp. The room goes dark, silent besides his breathing. Laying down, you give him enough room to lay down beside you, his ear to your heart. Your fingers tangle in his hair. You let the silence envelope you before whispering.

“In two years.. we’ll buy your parents house,”

He nods quietly. “I’ll knock you up.”

Your chest rises in quiet giggles. His mouth turns up at the feeling of it. “You’ll knock me up. She’ll grow up with her uncle Dustin and aunt Robin.”

“She?” His eyes close.

“We’re having a girl.”

“Okay.” He wouldn’t mind being a girl dad.

You scratch his scalp. “She’ll go to Hawkins elementary, tour in the summer.”

He hums.

“It’ll work out.”

“Me and you.” He agrees.

You were midnight rain.

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[florestmoon]

What about an Eddie fic inspired from the songs august-cardigan-betty trilogy from Taylor Swift? Absolutely tragic but with a happy ending. (cause my heart can handle angsty angst but cant handle sad endings) 😭😭

OH MY GOD. I saw this and dropped all the drafts I was working on, and couldn’t stop typing away. This is for the swifties </3 this idea. Mwah! Thank you ! This may not be the happiest ending as I struggled with it but I tried lol <3

Warnings: Angst. Angst. Angst. Hurt/some Comfort. Implications of cheating. Breakups. Swearing. Eddie being a total fucking idiot. Rekindling a friendship/relationship. Sort of? Open ending.

“I saw them together.”

It felt like the air had been knocked from your lungs, throat constricting as you tried to swallow down the biting ache that racked through your body. Tears stinging in the corner of your eyes as robins voice continued to bleed in your ear, hands white from gripping onto the phone tightly.

Robins voice wavered, the way it always did when she was on the verge of breaking into her incoherent rambles. “He—at the party last night. Me and Steve caught them, in the kitchen and, it was a split second but still—I’m sorry y/n, I had to tell you. And—“

The name Augustine blurring along with the small details that Robin pushed out. The same name that was introduced to you when a new girl moved into town. Someone who quickly made her spot in Hellfire’s club when she arrived.

You could only mumble a small okay to your friend, quickly thanking her before ending the call that had destroyed your whole being.

The silence that followed was deafening. You couldn’t tell if Robin’s retelling of Eddie’s infidelity was worse than the emptiness that greeted you as you stared into the darkness of your room.

You glanced at your bed, the sight of the white cardigan that Eddie bought you months prior, when Hawkins was still suffering from the harsh winter. Everything hit once you numbly laid down and pulled the soft material against your chest.

The smell of Eddie’s cologne and the smoke that marked his scent breaks the dam, your sobbing cutting through the silence of the room.

He tugs the sleeve of your cardigan up your arm, other hand brushing against your skin, drawing lazily with his fingertips. You stare down at the textbook, trying to ignore the light kisses that followed where his fingers had marked.

“You’re distracting me.” You mumble, giving in to glance at the doe like eyes already boring their way into you. Regretting it immediately when his lips push into a teasing smile.

“So my plan is working.” He hums, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close, between his legs and against his chest. “I thought I would have to throw that textbook out the window.”

“I would have grabbed another one..” You giggle when he nudge your cheeks with his nose, his huff tickling against your chin. “And smacked you with it.”

“Ohhh so we playing dirty now?” He gasp, tugging on a piece of hair. “I’m up for the challenge.”

“Oh shut it.” His hands are pushed off your waist and you reach forward for the textbook he managed to kick away with his foot. “You realize we both should be studying for Ms .O’donells final.”

“Do we have to?” He groans, hiding his face against your shoulder. Eddie tugs on a loose thread on your cardigan, wrapping it around his finger as he enjoys the sound of your voice.

“Yes we do! We made a promise that you would graduate this year, and begin looking into colleges with me.” You poke his head.

“Who will accept someone who had to repeat senior year two times?“ he sighs, allowing you to turn around in his arms and face him.

“Come on, my grades aren’t that great either Eds. My GPA isn’t exactly that of a honor student.”

“Then why are we even stressing over it?” He watches you. “You been wearing yourself thin over this stuff. I mean, seriously. You told me that you didn’t care about any of that college crap before.”

You shrug, looking down at your sleeves as his voice softens. “Your parents again?”

That tugging sensation that accompanied the thoughts of your parents and their plans they placed on you, coming back. Eddie cups your cheek as he notes this. The gesture encouraging so you nod.

“They keep bringing up these fancy universities that I already know I won’t get into.” You sigh and lean against his chest. “I don’t even think I want to get into them.”

“Then what do you want?” He asks softly. “You, not your parents.”

“I don’t know.” You sniff and bask into the warm embrace of his arms wrapping around your body. “I just want to be good enough for them .Not be seen as second place to my sister. For them to not look at me as the usual disappointment they think I am.”

Eddie arms tighten around you and he scoffs next to your ear. “How many times do I tell you that you are not a disappointment? And to stop comparing yourself to your sister.” He smooths his hand down your side.

“It’s hard when it’s all they do.” You groan into his chest. “She’s their favorite. And I’m..just there. It’s been like that my whole freaking life. Always second, never good enough, never the favorite—“

“Hey.” He makes you look at him. “I know this probably doesn’t sound as comforting, considering my reputation, but-“ he pinches your cheek. “You’re my favorite. Always will be my favorite girl.”

You stare up in awe and blush. He continues. “Your parents are clearly idiots and don’t see what a gem you are. Alright? I don’t want you letting their comments get to your head.”

You nod allowing him to bring you in a hug again, the sweet compliments and praises he washes over for the rest of the night push away all those insecurities that’s been built through out the years.

His whispers against your ear and kisses along your skin warming you up more than the cardigan wrapped around you.

“Please.” Eddie begs. His foot blocks your attempt to shut the front door in his face, ringed fingers gripping onto the edge of the door frame as he lets out a shaky breath.

“It was just a kiss.”

“Just a kiss? Wow.” You hiss, trying to push the door closed again. “You’re fucking unbelievable.”

“It was a fucking mistake!” He scans your face, trying to catch anything that wasn’t pure hatred that you threw at him. “I-i wasn’t thinking clearly, I was drunk.”

“Oh. Because that makes things any better.” You say bitterly, looking down at his sneaker. “Move your fucking foot.”

“Jesus. Please just listen to me, we can talk about this.” The panic in his voice and eyes was evident. “I was a fucking idiot ,a-and I never meant to hurt you and- and —“

“But you did. You did hurt me, Eddie.”

It was hard to keep your voice steady, the strong expression you had kept up for most of the confrontation was beginning to falter. Your bottom lip began to shake as a few tears escaped. Eddie expression drops.

“Were you ever going to tell me?” You sniff. Eddie remains silent and you scoff. “Or were you going to act like nothing happened? Like you didn’t do exactly what I was afraid of the moment you brought her into the club.“

You push the door open and push him back, glaring at him through the tears. “You lied. You gave me all this bullshit that I was your favorite girl, and that I was the one for you. All these fucking lies and I believed you. I believed every stupid lie you fed me.”

“They weren’t lies, I was never lying!” He shouts back. “I meant everything I said, I still do. You are the one for me y/n—“

“Then why did you kiss her?” You look between his eyes. “Tell me then. If any of it was true, why. did. you. kiss. her.”

Eddie opens his mouth but clamps it shut again, grimacing as he finds himself unable to answer.

“I’m sorry” He whispers, voice breaking. “I’m so sorry baby. I don’t know what I was thinking.” He pressed his face against his balled up fist in a pained expression. “I’m so fucking sorry. Let me fix this. Ill do anything. I’ll fix this, I’ll fix us. Please.”

“You can’t.” You shake your head wiping away your tears in anger. “There’s nothing to fix. There’s no us anymore, Eddie.” His name comes out shaky as you cry. “Okay?I’m done.”

Eddie own expressions breaks as he lets out a sob of his own, your words beginning to sink in. “Don’t. Please don’t do this. I can’t lose you.”

His tears only pushed at your anger, he wasn’t the one that was hurting from this. You weren’t the one that cheated, the one to break many promises. You weren’t the one that broke a trust that took so long to build, acted on urges that stabbed at the insecurities that were buried with kisses and declarations of love.

All those kisses left on your skin now leaving a burning reminder, a ghost of a tattoo, of the heart ache that you were sure wasn’t going to go away. No matter how many years passed, it will always linger. Forever haunting you as you try to forget what you and Eddie had.

Because that’s all you were left with now, memories and heartbreak. There was no longer kisses that would make things better, stopping the bleeding that came from deep scars, not when the boy behind them was now the sole reason for why you were breaking apart right now.

That didn’t mean you didn’t want it though. A kiss that would make everything better, but you could only stare at Eddie continued to cry in front of you. His eyes pleading and begging, hands shaking as he tries make eye contact.

You swallow down that lump in your throat and grip onto the door handle tighter. “It’s over Eddie.”

He tries to speak but you cut him off before he could continue to make excuses.

“You need to fucking leave. Now.” You step back into your home, ripping your eyes away from his torn expression. “I don’t want to see you again.”

“Y/N, no please—“

The door slams shut.

-

It felt like the whole floor was ripped from under him. A dark hole swallowing him whole ever since you closed the door in his face that night. The unanswered calls and your avoidance only sinking him deeper into the hole he made for himself.

It was a mistake. That night at the party, he was so out of it and didn’t know what he was doing. He wasn’t even suppose to be at the party but a quick call from Gareth, mentioning that a few students wanted to buy drugs and he was the only known dealer in town.

He should have denied, but the stress of graduation being around the corner and his grade in Ms. O’donells final still being unknown got to him.

Eddie wouldn’t have been surprised if he failed again, that graduation stage being something he simply wasn’t meant to walk on. But the only thing that made him care about that idea and the disappointment that would have followed if he didn’t, was you.

He wanted to graduate for you, to make you not be disappointed that you’ll have to wait and stay another year in Hawkins just because Eddie couldn’t stop being an immature fuck up.

That’s all he was. But you still saw through that and stuck with him. You knew him in a way that no one else did, or will ever. And what did he do?

He did what he was best at.

He fucked up. He let his worries and stress of being good enough get to him, took that excuse to drink and he royally, incredibly fucked up. He ruined the one good thing in his life and he didn’t know how to deal.

Graduation went by fast, he did end up graduating surprisingly which only made him feel worse, and he hasn’t heard from you. Summer begin and he didn’t know what to do anymore.

He thought maybe if he tried to get glances of you throughout town, driving by your home on random night, he could get the courage to try to speak to you again. But when he did, he was met with a sight that broke him.

It was known you were friends with Robin, so it shouldn’t be too surprising that you would begin hanging out with the blonde. But Steve Harrington? The sight of you two together, hanging out at the local diner was all it took for his hope to be demolished.

The fact that you both looked great together. The preppy and rich boy look that Harrington carried around went perfectly well with your cute sweaters and soft demeanor. Not contradicting like it did with his band tees and metal look.

Even if you always did remind him that you loved it, saying how happy you were with him.

He began torturing himself by walking down familiar streets, Hawkins plaza being a common spot for you both to hang out on slow weekends. His eyes staring down at the cobblestones that made up the side walk, slowly making his way to the hide out. Maybe a few beers will help.

He came to a stop when he nearly ran into a street lamp, groaning as he rubbed his shoulder before noticing a yellow sticker that was loosing its color against the metal pole.

“—and 86’ will be our year baby!” Eddie drunken speech has you giggling, gripping onto the street lamp and spinning around it. The light gives a clear view of the white cardigan that was snug on your figure,his leather jacket thrown over your shoulders as extra protection of the cold that was early February.

Both of the outwear clashing against each other, different in the aesthetics but he loved it. He loved everything about you, especially the way some strands of hair fell over your face as your spinning came to a stop.

Drunken amused expression gazing up at him, standing beneath the street light that wasn’t anything compared to how bright your smile was.

He upped his dramatics, wanting to keep your eyes on him.

“Hawkins will be no longer!” He shakes his head, hair falling out of the lazy ponytail that was held up by your scrunchie. “Me and My royal highness will be leaving behind this shithole and onto a kingdom she deserves!”

“And where exactly will this kingdom be at?” You ask, hugging the street lamp and looking at Eddie with wide puppy eyes. The hopeful expression you throw at him beats the feeling the alcohol in his system was giving him.

He places a hand above yours on the metal pole, on top of a bright yellow smiley face sticker, leaning in and whispering. “You tell me where. Name a place and I’ll take you there in a heartbeat. ”

Your eyes soften as his voice dips into a deeper genuine tone, no longer the dramatics that was Eddie’s overall personality. A tone that was only ever shared between you both.

You ponder then shrug.

“Anywhere.” You answer, smiling and reaching for his hand. “I don’t care where, as long as you’re by my side.”

His heart soars at that and a grin spreads across his face. Unable to hold in that giddiness that only you could give him, he bends down and grabs your waist, throwing you over his shoulder. Your shouts and complains echoing across the empty street.

“Anywhere it is!” He shouts over your laughter. “Once you graduate—“

“We, idiot!”

“ I’m going to take you far far away from here. Away from these peasants. But first..” he hiccups and realizes how empty the street actually was. “We need to find my van. Where the hell are we?”

“I thought you said it was parked this way, Eds!”

“Hey!” A voice calls out, snapping him out of the memory that was making the emptiness in his heart more prominent. He turns to see a car roll up and recognizes the face. “Well, hi stranger.”

Augustine smiles up at him, arm prepped on top of the rolled down window. How the hell did he let that smile reel him that night? It didn’t have the soft edges that yours did, it didn’t bring any type of feeling to him what’s so ever.

“Why the hell are you walking this late at night?” She asks after he only responds with a tense smile, looking down the street.

“Van broke down.” He says, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

It was a lie. He couldn’t handle the smell of your perfume that lingered, the trinkets you put on the dashboard, or your ghost in the passenger seat. The mixtape he made for the both of you to listen to was still in the cars stereo.

“Well shit. That sucks.” She laughs and bites her bottom lip. Her eyes hopeful. The look strikes him that she must have remembered that drunken night, a full memory for her while his was hazy. Bits and pieces he hated thinking about.

She takes in the defeated stance and sits up straighter, hoping her encouraging smile can lift him up.

“Cmon Eddie, get in. Let’s go for a drive.”

He stares back at her for a moment, ready to dismiss and continue his way to the hideout. But then he thought of you and Steve, the match made in heaven, and he finds himself resigning. Hoping this could fill the hole in his heart.

-

You didn’t think the pain could be any worse than it was, but apparently you were once again wrong. Summer went by agonizing slow. The full time job you got at Scoops Ahoy was the worst decision you could make because it meant having to endure seeing Eddie and Augustine together.

The first time it happened, they had walked into scoop ahoy right a few minutes shy of it closing. Augustine’s loud laughter forcing you to stand up straight, stomach churning when Eddie made eye contact with you.

He seemed as surprise as you were, it was the middle of July and it’s the first time you both ran into each other since graduation.

They looked..perfect together. Augustine always had that rocker vibe to her, something her and Eddie bonded over when she first sat at the lunch table. Their taste in music were the same, they dressed the same. They looked perfect together.

Augustine had a fierce look in her eyes (that would make anyone tense up if she glared at them, something you were jealous of) as she glanced between you two, expression dropping for a split second.

A look of sympathy, or even pity, crossing her expression as she threw you an awkward smile, before she began asking for one cone. Eddie remained silent, never tearing his eyes off you as you replied with your customer service voice, shakily taking his money.

You gave her the ice cream cone and he finally attempted to say something, but before he could fully say your name— Steve came bursting through from the employee room and glared daggers at him.

“Sorry, we’re about to close so you can’t eat in here.” He practically hisses, grabbing you by the shoulders, squeezing them in comfort and lightly pushing you towards the break room. “Can you take the trash out for me?”

You wasted no time to take your exit, leaving Eddie and Steve to their weird stare down. Maybe you cried in the bathroom instead of taking out the trash, but Steve made no comment on it. Driving you home and comforting you the way he has been the entire heartbreak.

July slowly rolled into August, then August transitioned into September. It went by like a breeze for Eddie, his days full of drug deals and doing whatever he could to forget about the missing piece in him.

He thought he could pull himself out of that hole if he simply kept himself distracted the whole summer. But it didn’t do jack shit, because he found himself standing in your front porch, with a hope that he could change this ending that he caused.

The sound of loud laughter, music and multiple people talking over each other can be heard from his spot.

Dustin had let it slipped that Robin was throwing a surprise party for you the day before, somehow the kid still wanted to be around Eddie despite the rest of hellfire not being able to look him in the eye yet. He asked what for, but Dustin went quiet and continued to focus on the campaign they were planning.

He knocks on the door and steps back a bit, willing his body to stay. Would you tell him to fuck off the moment you saw him? Jesus, that was the only way this could go but he had to try.

The door swings open and that familiar whiff of your perfume hits him. If he hadn’t cried his eyes dry the entire summer, he may have teared up at the comforting smell. Your hair was shorter, he notes. He always loved the way it framed your face when it was short. It’s been so long since—

“Eddie?” Your smile drops the second your eyes landed on him. His heart twists at that.

“Hey..” he licks his lips and clears his throat, glancing past your shoulder then at you. “I..uh can..can we talk?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” You continue to stare at him with no expression, seeming ready to shut the door again but he holds his hand out.

“I know. I know you told me you didn’t want to speak to me, or even see me again but.” He lets out a bitter laugh. “Shit y/n. You don’t understand how hard this has been for me—“

“For you.” You deadpan. “Yeah I really can’t imagine how this could hard for you.”

He frowns and shakes his head. “You haven’t spoken a damn word to me since May. You ignored my calls, had your mom tell me to basically fuck off whenever I came by, you didn’t let me at least try-“

“No.” You step out and slam the door shut behind you. “Eddie. You are not going to put this on me. This is your fault. I’m not the one that cheated !”

“I know! You don’t think I fucking know that?” He rubs his face and let’s out a strangled cry. “Fuck. I’ve been beating myself over it since it happened. It eats me alive. Day and night. It’s the worst thing I’ve ever done and I wasn’t thinking clearly that night and I know that doesn’t excuse what I did, but I need you to understand that if I could change what I did, I would do it in a heartbeat. Because losing you—“

He removes his hands from his face and looks at you, your own expression beginning to break. “God, losing you—it’s breaking me. Tearing me apart.”

“Good.” You hoarsely state, crossing your arms and staring down at the ground. “You deserve it, Eddie. You deserve to feel this way.”

Eddie swallows hard and watches you. “Can you ever give me a second chance?”

You begin to shake your head and his heart breaks, his desperation taking over. “Please, why can’t you at least let me try to fix things?”

“Because there’s no coming back from what you did, Eddie. I don’t give two shits about your apologies okay? I’ve moved on.”

“What?” He bitterly laughs, “to fucking Steve the hair Harrington? That preppy asshole we use to hate? “ Your expression twist in confusion and he continues, voice rough dripping with venom. “I saw you all around town with him, all summer. Christ y/n, I never thought-“

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. A choke laugh escaping as you stared at Eddie in bewilderment. “Are you serious right now? You want to give me shit when you been out and about with the same girl you cheated on me with!”

He stammers as you poked his chest roughly. “I can’t believe you had the nerve to come here, begging for forgiveness when you been fucking her all summer.”

“It meant nothing.” He admits, gripping onto your wrist. A few tears rolled down your cheek as you try to pull away. “She doesn’t mean anything to me. I only did it so I could try to forget about you. All those nights..I only thought about you, you wouldn’t leave my mind. She’s not you.”

“I dreamt of you all summer, you know?” He sniffs. “God, I couldn’t even sleep in my room for weeks because you left some of your stuff there. Had to sleep in the couch and Wayne was pissed. Shit, the old man wouldn’t stop asking about you. Kept reminding what a dumbass I was, I thought he missed you more than I did—“

A broken laugh is all he gets from you and he continues. “But no. I missed you like crazy, and..and I mean it when I said I would do anything. Even for you to at least..talk to me? Or to look at me. I can’t handle you not being in my life anymore. And I don’t care how long it takes to build the trust again.”

“I’ll keep trying. Because that’s all I need, I need you to let me at least try. Even if it’s just for us to be friends again.”

“Friends?” You frown.

“Yes. Jesus, you were my best friend. And I miss having you around, I miss making you laugh, I miss hearing you voice pestering me every damn day. I miss everything. I miss us. And I’ll sell my damn soul to be able to get it back.. Shit, I’ll sell my guitar!”

You cry and go weak in his grip, letting for your chest to shake as you let out the tears that never seemed to run out. “God. You fucking idiot. I should fucking hate you Eddie Munson.”

He silently watches you and you get the courage to look up at him. “But I just..can’t. I guess I can never fully hate you.”

“y/n..” he whispers and you close your eyes, a few tears squeezing out. The apologies didn’t do much to soothe the ache in your heart, but you couldn’t deny you had missed him too. The summer was horrible without the usual late night rides you both would go on.

Something crashing in your room brings you out the small moment, Robins rambled apologies bursting the bubble.

“Eddie.” You start, looking back at your home and you frown, the party you seem to have forgotten coming back in mind. You get lost in thought then utter. “There’s no way we can fix things now. We just can’t.”

“Come on. ” His grip tightens. “There has to be, right? It may take a while and it’ll be fucking hard, I know I destroyed a lot but we can take it slow and, and..“

The look you threw him has him trailing off, his eyebrows furrowing as he tries to understand why you looked so..resigned. There’s a few seconds before you finally find your voice.

“I’m leaving Hawkins.”

Eddie feels as if he was drenched in cold water. He freezes, processing your words and can only stare blankly as you continue.

“I got accepted into a university.” You chuckle dryly. “Surprisingly.. but uh yeah. Managed to snatch a scholarship and everything. Go me.”

The surprise party suddenly makes sense—Dustin’s avoidance of his question.

“But..you hate the idea of college.” His mouth feels dry, stuffed with imaginary cotton that makes it difficult to even speak. “You told me that you were planning to tell your parents about our plan—how we..“

We were going to leave together. He wanted to say but the sharp look you gave him made it die on his tongue.

“Yeah well things change, apparently” You glance at him then down at the sleeve of your sweater. “Besides. It may not be the way I wanted to leave but..I don’t have anything that makes me want to stay.”

You have me. He trembles, everything finally setting in. It wasn’t fair for him to say that though, because the reality was— he had you but he ruined it. He thought he lost you before, but this was a whole new level of pain he wasn’t sure he could live with.

He thinks of the fact that it’s the first week of September and takes a deep breath. “When?”

“Tomorrow.”

Fuck.

“Oh.”

He has a distant look in his eyes and you stay silent. You had hoped you wouldn’t have to say goodbye, didn’t think he deserved one after everything. The kicked puppy look being another reason why you were ready to simply leave and not look back.

“Guess I’ll just keep missing you then.” He says finally, voice wavering as he silently cries. Tears streaming down his face as he tries to force down the complete heartbreak.

“And I’ll keep waiting.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, unable to look at him anymore. “Don’t. This is why I didn’t want to do this.”

“I’ll wait. You may not come back, but I’ll wait.”

“Stop, Eddie. Don’t do that to me or yourself—“

“I love you. You know I love you, and you know I’m never going to feel this way for someone else so I’ll wait—.”

“I knew you. I knew you, Eddie.” you look back at him and sigh. “Things are different now. We both know that.”

The door opens suddenly and Robin drunken grin transforms into shock, and she rambles. “Oh shit—uh, I’ll..uh, sorry! Jonathan was going to take pictures but—I’ll leave you guys alone or actually, no? Y/N, do you need..help?”

You shake your head and glance at the blonde. “No it’s fine, I was heading back inside right now.”

She clamps her mouth shut and nods, glancing at Eddie then disappearing behind the door. He’s unable to stop crying even you look back at him and glance back down. Unable to make eye contact.

“I should go.”

None of you move at first, the ghost of a goodbye hovering over you both. The inevitable end that you both desperately wished was different, finally making itself known.

You welcome it first, giving him one last smile and softly saying.

“Goodbye Eddie.”

He’s forced to watch you hesitate for a split second before turning around and pushing yourself into the home. Closing the door in his face for the second time.

He stares at the door for a few agonizing seconds before breaking down in your door steps, realizing that you telling him to simply fuck off would have been better than this.

You closed the door and press your forward against the wooden panels, trying to ignore the bleeding that seeped through reopened wounds.

The scars lingering, small what ifs already plotting their place into the back of your mind as you force yourself away from the door, away from Eddie—and back to the party.

—

December 1988

“Eddie! I need you out in the front?” The raspy voice of his insufferable boss, Ted, brings Eddie to roll out from underneath the car he was working on. He lets out a few curses as he sits up, setting down the tools and shouts back.

“I’m busy here, Ted. You deal with it. Didn’t you want me to fix this car before tomorrow morning?”

“I have an important call.” Complete bullshit. “ I have a customer that needs help with her car so get your ass out there.” The older male yells before he makes his way into his small office. He throws his head back and sighs. Of course.

Wiping some grease off his hands, he makes his way out from the back of the shop. He focuses on a certain spot on his wrist as he chirps out, “Fear not, Eddie’s here to fix whatever-“

He stops when he looks up, ready to greet the customer who was facing the other way with his easygoing smile when he’s hit with the sight of a white cardigan. Your head twirling around and his breath catches in his throat, a pathetic sound coming out as a result of it.

Eyes equally as wide, you take in Eddie’s appearance. The dirty blue jump suit hanged off his waist. Grease was not only staining his clothes, but his hands and arms. His hair was still long, something that you couldn’t help but admire, and it was pulled into a half bun.

“Eddie?”

“Y/N?”

You both gawk at each other before you finally tore your eyes away and laugh awkwardly. “Wow. I was kinda hoping I had more time before bumping into you.”

“You’re back.” He states once the shock begins to fade, taking in your appearance. The cardigan is what really floored him. You still had it all this time? He often stayed up at night thinking about whether you kept some of his belongs the same way he did.

One of your forgotten things— a sweater never left it’s place from his closet, never washed in fear that it wouldn’t smell like you again. He often was to afraid to touch it or take it out, afraid he cigarette stained fingers would ruin it.

Eddie continued to stare at you and you smile sheepishly, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Yeah. I’m back.” You chew your bottom lip and shrug. “Hawkins bad luck proves itself again though, my car died right when I got here. Luckily i noticed that there was something new in town..”

You glance around the shop and hug yourself. Eddie stun silence is finally broken as the mention of your car.

“Right. Your car.” He clears his throat. “Uh I’ll check that out for you. Probably the battery or something—“

“Most likely. It’s a piece of junk.” You scoff looking back at your car and kicking one of the wheels. Eddie glances at it and shrugs.

“Nothing compared to mine though.” He whistles, feeling himself began to ease into the light atmosphere. His nerves still had hands trembling.

You snort and follow him to your car, popping the hood open for him and leaning against the car as he begins to check it out. You allow yourself to look down the street, breathing in the cold air and the sight of Hawkins.

Eddie checks the battery. “Jesus how old is this thing?”

“I don’t know.” You raise an eyebrow when Eddie shoots you a look. “What! I’ve never been a car person, you know this.”

“Well I can get you a new battery, the problem is..” he sighs and looks at you. “I’ll have to order one. With how old this piece of shit is—“

“Hey!”

“And it’ll probably take a week.” He finishes, throwing the rag over his shoulder and closing the hood. You groan and slump against the vehicle.

“Great. First day here and I can’t even make it all the way to my house.”

“I can drive you.” He quickly says. “My shift ended 30 minutes, that dickhead just loves having me around so much.”

He rolls his eyes and you can’t stop your own smile from growing. A small pang of hope etching into his chest at the sight. He forgot how much it warmed him up inside. The cold breeze of December had no match against it.

You think for a moment then look back at your car. “You better still have that ugly van because I need space for my suitcases.”

Eddie gasps in offense and holds his heart. “Ugly? You use to say you loved my van?”

“Oops. Secrets out.” You grin before unlocking your trunk and pushing a bag into his arms.

~

“I honestly thought my ears were playing tricks on me when I heard him yell your name.” You muse, watching the trees become a blur out the window. “Because Eddie? A mechanic?”

“Wayne knew the guy.” Eddie explains, trying not to focus too much on the fact that his passenger seat was finally filled again. “Wouldn’t quit until I agreed to work there. It was easy to learn though.”

“Huh.” You shake your head and laughs. “Wasn’t expecting that at all.”

“What? You thought I would be selling drugs my whole life? Besides, no other place wanted to hire me.”

“No.” You frown, sitting up. “That’s not what I meant. I just mean…I guess I expected you to be gone.”

“Gone?” He throws you a questioning look.

“Yeah like..eventually you would have left Hawkins. Maybe decide that corroded coffin would play somewhere else that wasn’t the hide out.”

Eddie goes quiet at that and you get the courage to look at him. His face was soft, sadness swimming in his eyes. “I told you I would wait.”

You’re struck with that conversation that occurred two years ago. Two years since you forced yourself to leave and attempted to forget your first love, and your first heartbreak. A lump grows in your throat and you stare at the road.

“I meant what I said.” He says sadly. “You may have thought I was just saying that. That it was lies but. I waited. Even if I wanted you to leave and be happy, I still wanted to wait. Just in case.”

“In case I came back.” You mumble. “And I did.“

He slows down to a stop in front of your home and you stare at the front door, exhaling. “You know..I didn’t think I would ever miss it. Hawkins. But I did, couldn’t stop even if I was in some expensive school in New York.”

“Are you on winter break?” He asks cautiously, the mention of college making him realize how temporarily this is. “When are you going back?”

You go quiet. He cuts the engine and waits, watching you as you look at him with a half smile.

“I’m not. I dropped out.”

“What?”

“You were right Eds.” Eds. Fuck he missed that. “College isn’t for me, I only did it for my parents and I realized in the beginning of my second year that I couldn’t stand following whatever plan they set out for me.”

“But you wanted to leave Hawkins no matter what—“

“You did too.” You cut in, getting defensive. “You also wanted to leave once, but still stayed. Even when I told you to not do that to yourself. So we’re both idiots who never really left their hometown huh?”

He swallows, not really knowing what to say at first.

“I’m taking it that you dad had an aneurysm.” He half jokes but it hits. You laugh, music to his ears and lean back against the seat.

“Oh yeah. That phone call was not pleasant. I’m sure a lecture is waiting for me.” Your smile is easy as you roll your head to look at him. “I can hear it now. Hear them saying that I proved them once again that I was the family disappointment and my sister would never do such a thing—“

“You’re not a disappointment y/n.” Eddie stops you and your voice gets caught in your throat, struggling to not let the tears brim from the look he throws at you.

All those memories of the same comforting words, the same adoration in his eyes whenever he held you and whispered the same words in your bedroom. It came rushing back and you had to refrain yourself from asking him to kiss things better.

Sure, maybe you healed from the initial heartbreak. But that didn’t mean it didn’t leave a scar, and you were afraid you might break if you continued to be in his presence, and ask him to kiss that scar. To trace it with lazy drawings of stars and sweet whispers.

“I should go.”

Eddie looks away, the same words from two years ago haunting him again, and nods, gripping onto the steering. He lets go to follow you to exit the van, grabbing some of your suitcases and helping to carry it to your porch.

He readies himself for the goodbye you will throw his way, confirmation that this small interacting will be all he will get.

But he didn’t want another goodbye. Not again on the same porch. He promised himself that he would wait, he did and you were back. It had to mean something. He told you that he would try. And he will.

“We still do play at the hide out.” You set down the last bag inside your home, keeping the door open with your foot and tilt your head at this. “Corroded coffin. You were right, never left that stupid bar.”

He chuckles and twirls one of the rings around his finger nervously. “Every Tuesday. Guess that’s something else that didn’t change in Hawkins.”

You blink and he rushes out before he loses the courage. “You should come see us. Tomorrow. We could use the usual critiques, you always were the one who could tell us how to be better and all.”

You hum, “Yeah. Gareth always was off with those drums.” You cough, and shrug. “I’ll see. Maybe I’ll stop by.”

Eddie shoulders deflates and nods, “Okay. Yeah, cool. If you don’t, that’s fine!” He begins stepping down the porch steps. “I’ll give you a call once your cars all ready. You know what, I can even drive it here myself. So uh yeah…”

The bye was ready on his lips, his face grimacing at the thought of going back to that emptiness of his van but you speak up. Flinching as though your mouth spoke before you thought clearly.

“I’ll be ready at 8.”

“..What?”

“Tomorrow.” You step into your home and glance back at him, your face now unreadable. “Your gigs always start at 9 right? Pick me up at 8.”

“Pick you..pick you up..right! Yeah, I’ll pick you up at 8.” He stammers, pulling a strand in front of his face as you raise an eyebrow. “That sounds like a plan. Then I’ll see you tomorrow?”

His voice is hopeful and you could only smile, having missed that boyish demeanor on him. “Yes eddie. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You close the door and sigh, leaning back against it. Hoping that you were making the right decision, hoping he was ready to make up on his promise of doing anything.

Eddie stared at the door, but instead of guilt or heartbreak that usually followed, he was met with hope. Something that grew as he walked back to his van, a bump in his step.

A hope that maybe—there could be a different ending for you and him.

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[erin-bo-berin]

So Steve would totally be a swiftie and be in the trenches trying to get his girl tickets lol

SKCNDKEO

Steve: “I GOT THIS BABE!”

*in the zone, concentrating on the screen, leg bouncing, waiting anxiously*

You: “They’re live in 3…2…1”

*chaos ensues, including Steve yelling at the screen at one point cause it’s taking forever to load*

Steve: “I GOT FRONT ROW TICKETS FOR US!”

You: “Us?”

Steve: “babe after that marathon, you better believe I’m coming with you to see her.”

The End 🥰

#steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington blurb #stranger things blurb #steve harrington fluff

[super-cosmic-library]

The Fruity Four and Taylor Swift

okay, so i was thinking about grown up!fruity four and their opinions on Taylor Swift because I just love the fics where all of them getting to grow old together (shout out Eddie Munson Tiktok Saga), and they’ve got to have opinions on Taylor Swift.

I think we all agree that Steve has the most basic taste in music (affectionately). He listens to whatever is upbeat and popular and will get insanely defensive if people make fun of him. So I’d like to think that Steve is an og Swiftie. He has the aura of a longsuffering fan, and has definitely hopped to her defense in many a conversation with toxic dude bros (read: mostly Eddie and his friends who would playfully make fun of him, but he did get kicked out of a bar for throwing his drink--glass and all--at a stranger for saying she was a talentless slut). When she first stepped onto the scene, Steve would hum along to her singles on the radio on his commute to work. The first album of hers he bought was Fearless, after he heard “Love Story” play exactly once. He fell in love with the artist, and bought her debut album. He followed her career closely after that. (For a good month after Speak Now was released, Steve was dead set on playing songs from it at his and Eddie’s legal wedding, that wouldn’t be able to occur for another few years.)

Corroded Coffin (and Steve) were at the VMAs in 2009 when Kanye stole Taylor’s moment. Gareth and Jeff had to keep both Steve and Eddie from making a scene. Steve because she is his favorite artist (whom he isn’t sleeping with) and she very much deserved the award, and she’s just a kid! His mama bear instincts do not stop at his kids. Eddie because he’s always stood up against bullies. And even though they were all a part of the wealthy elite, no one’s moment should be stolen from them. Even though he knew Eddie didn’t get her music, Steve appreciated that he was just as outraged about the whole ordeal as him.

The next to follow was Nancy. Nancy has the widest taste in music out of the four of them. Growing up, she loved pop music like Steve, and would listen to classical music while studying. When she started spending time with Jonathan, she got into punk and grunge music. As Eddie cemented himself into the group, she opened up to metal, finding she really liked how loud and angry it was. With Argyle and Robin’s influence, she gained an appreciation for reggae, ska, jazz, and indie. She really just likes a little bit of everything.

Nancy came around after the release of Red. She had written an article about the VMAs for her publishers, but didn’t think much else about Taylor until she heard “I Knew You Were Trouble.” Natural journalistic inquiry led her to listening to more of her discography. Steve was ecstatic to finally share this interest with someone, as Eddie and Robin tend to be more pretentious about the music they enjoy, which annoys their partners to no end. Cue Nancy and Steve belting along to “We are Never Ever Getting Back Together” when in the car together.

Eddie didn’t give Taylor’s music a proper listen to until Reputation, and that’s only because Steve had mentioned that a lot of it was in response to the feud with Kanye and the negative attention the media gave her. While it wasn’t quite his taste, he admired the hell out of her for the album. His admiration only grew with her rerecording her masters. She was a total badass for that in his opinion. That’s when he decided to give the rest her music a chance. While he wouldn’t consider himself a Swiftie like Steve and Nancy, he finally understood what they liked about her music. Eddie made a habit of serenading “Hey Stephen” to Steve at random moments around their house--as he tended to do with any song that had Steve’s name in it. Steve doesn’t know if it’s a blessing or a curse that Eddie finally started listening to Taylor; however, every time Eddie started singing the all too familiar song, Steve’s cheeks would turn pink. At one point, Eddie convinced the rest of the band to do a rock cover of the song, and they played it at a show Eddie knew Steve would be in the audience for. 

Robin was the last to become a fan. Sure, she would enjoy it when Nancy put her music on. She especially enjoyed when Nancy would dance her around their kitchen to the slower songs. However, she didn’t make it a habit of listening to Taylor on her own. It just wasn’t the type of music she listened to, and that’s okay. Then Folklore and Evermore were released, and suddenly the singer was in Robin’s top artists of 2020, and she was the one leading Nancy in their kitchen waltzes. 

When the Eras tour was announced, Eddie used his industry connections to score the four of them tickets after TicketMaster had proven to be useless. Eddie, a lifelong fan of attending (and performing in) concerts, found he was more excited to watch Steve enjoy the music than watch the act himself. Robin, who still considered herself just a casual fan, was mostly looking forward to seeing girl in red’s opening set. Steve and Nancy, though? They came up with coordinating Lover inspired outfits. Pastel tye-died jean jackets, pink heart shaped sunglasses, a crop top for Steve. . . They were completely decked out. Eddie was torn between ogling Steve and being upset that he never dressed up this much for the Corroded Coffin shows he attended. In Steve’s defense, this was closer to his normal wardrobe. 

anyways, I think they all listen to her music to some capacity

#Also how annoyed do you think Max got after constantly hearing how much she #looked liked the girl in the all too well short film after it came out #she once threatened bodily harm to the next person in the party who brought it up #and she made good on the threat when it inevitably happened again #it was mike #mike brought it up #fruity four #steddie #ronance #taylor swift #stranger things

[trashywormeateroffics]

The right universe.

Summary: After Y/N's life turns upside down, she's full of grief. Somehow, one day, she manages to travel to the MCU, where she meets her favorite characters, including a certain god who seems willing to establish a friendship with her. Suddenly she's enwrapped in this new world, where everything she loved in a screen is now reality. How will she react? Will she be able to deal with the ghosts that haunt her? Or will she let them consume her? Will she be open to accept the love she is offered? Read to find out!

Read this on AO3! 

Category: F/M.

Relationships: Loki/reader.

Characters: Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Vision (Marvel), Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Stephen Strange, Nick Fury, Maria Hill, Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel), Clint Barton, Steve Rogers, Peter Parker, other minor appearances of other characters but these are the main ones, Pepper Potts, Loki (Marvel).

Additional tags: Loki/reader - Freeform, Avenger Loki (Marvel), Loki & Tony Stark Friendship, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Smut, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Fluffyfest, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Pining a lot because we love to suffer, Domestic Avengers, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Stark is a parental figure, Natasha Romanov Is a Good Bro, Everyone is a good bro, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, y/n, After Infinity War but no one died and the purple bitch was defeated, Missions, Y/N is a universe traveller, Grief, Therapy, Protective Loki (Marvel), Loki in love.

MASTERLIST OF THE STORY

Chapter 19: Swiftie night. 

“Okay Frosty, you are getting bathed. Yay!” Y/N told the cat while taking him out of his cage and handing him to the veterinarian. “I'll be back in half an hour to pick him up!” She said, bidding goodbye to the lady and turning to the door, but stopping when she bumped into someone.

“Oh god, I'm so sorry!” She said, frantically picking up the papers that the stranger dropped.

“Y/N?” She looked up and saw Sarah. “Seems like we are meant to bump into each other, quite literally.” She said, chuckling, and Y/N did too.

“Sorry again.”

“It's okay, don't worry.” She paused. “Are you doing anything now?”

“I was actually gonna get a coffee, to wait for Frosty to get bathed. Would you like to join me?”

“I'd love to!”

They ended up in a cafe, two blocks from the vet. They sat at a table next to a window.

“So, tell me. What do you do?”

“Oh, not much. Just a boring office job.” Y/N responded, she couldn't tell her that she was an avenger, or close to becoming one. “What about you?”

“I work with the doctor in the office next to your veterinarian.”

“Wow! That's cool.”

“Nah,” she said, disregarding the comment with a movement of her hand. “I'm just a helper now, but one day, if I ever finish the career, I'll be something different.”

“So, you are studying medicine?”

“Something like that, yeah.”

“Cool.” She said, smiling and Sarah smiled back. “So, do you listen to Taylor Swift?” Y/N asked suddenly.

“Are you kidding me? I love her!”

“Really? Me too!” She said, excited.

“What's your favorite album of hers?” They both eyed each other and at the same time said: Reputation! And started laughing.

“But I also love every other album in her discography.” Y/N told her.

“You know, there is a club not that far from here that has “Swiftie Nights” where they play only Taylor Swift songs. We should totally go! Actually, if I'm not mistaken, tonight is Swiftie Night!”

“Really?”

“Yeah, would you like to go?”

“Yes, I'd love to! Can I tell another friend that loves her too?”

“Yes, of course. The more the merrier!”

                                      ---------------------------

“Y/N, we are going to be late!” Wanda called out to her.

“One second I'm just-” She came out of the elevator. “Fixing my hair.”

“Y/N! You look amazing!” Sam told her and everyone agreed.

She was wearing a multicolored pastel short dress, with shiny ribbons everywhere and bright pink thigh high boots.

“Thanks guys! I'm Lover, the album.”

“And I am Folklore.” The Scarlet Witch said, wearing jeans and a shirt with a creamed coloured cardigan, accompanied by a braid.

“You both look insanely cool!” Peter said and Y/N shimmied her hips to make the ribbons move in every direction.

“Thank you everyone.” Wanda said. “Now come on, we are going to be late. Pietro are you coming?”

“A Taylor Swift dedicated night? Of course.” He said, running like a flash next to his sister.

“Loki?” Y/N said as she got closer to him.

“No, but thank you for the invitation.” She pouted and he smirked. “But you look ravishing darling.” He said, getting closer to her ear, while everyone else was laughing at Pietro with a long blonde wig. She felt her face grow hot and smiled shyly at him.

“T-Thank you.” He nodded and Wanda interrupted them.

“Alright, it's just the three of us, let's go.”

“Bye Loki,” she said, turning around.

“What was that? You are as red as a strawberry.” The witch asked her in the elevator.

“What? Nothing.”

“Uh huh,” she hummed.

“Come on guys!” Pietro said and forced Wanda to drop the subject.

                                       ------------------------

Y/N came out of the elevator bidding goodbye to the twins and entered the kitchen to grab a glass of water before she went to her room. As she was grabbing it she felt someone behind her and turned around.

“Were you going to sneak up on me?” She asked, jokingly.

“I don't think I can anymore mortal, you've grown too aware of my presence.”

“That I have.” They looked at eachother, the tension in the kitchen could be cut with a knife. It was something about the way he had complimented her earlier, in a way that he had never done before.

“Did you have fun?”

“I did! Though I would've had more fun if you had been there.” She said in a moment of bravery.

“Is that so?” He said, getting closer to her.

“Yeah,” she answered, looking up at him. She was trapped between him and the counter. “I always have more fun when you are there.”

Hearing that, he felt the strongest impulse he had ever felt in his entire life, and instead of pondering on it for a bit, he smashed his lips onto hers. Her eyes went wide before shutting closed, and her hands went to tangle in his hair and she pulled, earning a small moan from him. He slid his hands from her waist to her hips and lifted her onto the counter, about to open her legs and get in between them, but when she moved to give him space, the glass that Y/N had grabbed fell into the sink, snapping both of them out of their daze. They pulled away, panting.

“I- I apologize.” He said.

“Loki,” she began but he quickly disappeared into a green shimmer. She wasn't sure he heard her. Sighing, she got off the counter and made her way to her room, where she collapsed on her bed and stared at the ceiling. Had Loki just kissed her?

~taglist~ @mischief2sarawr @midnights-ramblings @mealoncholy-hill

#loki x reader #loki x you #loki x y/n #loki x yn #loki fanfiction #loki fanfic #Loki Laufeyson #Loki Laufeyson x y/n #Loki Laufeyson x yn #Loki Odinson x reader #loki odinson #loki fluff #loki smut #loki angst #mcu loki #loki #avengers #the avengers #avengers x reader #mcu x reader

[andvys]

IM A LITTLE LATE BUT. STEDDIE SWIFTIES!?!?? IM IN

debut, steve adores taylor country era. he plays that album a lot while driving and even imitate (or… try to) the country accent. his favorites are should’ve said no and our song. eddie… well it’s not much his taste but! he enjoys picture to burn (you know, the homophobic version)

fearless, steve’s kinda a fearless girly, not his favorite album but has a special place in his heart. him and eddie absolutely SCREAM you belong with me. eddie really likes the melodies and lyrics but still not what he prefers.

speak now, I DONT WHY but something tells me eddie really really likes speak now. the whole magic and dragons and long live (one of his absolute favorites songs ever) along with haunted and better than revenge. steve just cries a lot while listening to dear john and back to december.

red, steve harrington + this album = a really happy steve with fuzzy socks and a big cup of coffee. top 1. he adores it, brings him some comfort like autumn and pumpkins and hot chocolate. i sense this is the album eddie started listening to taylor with. of course, one christmas eddie gifted steve a red scarf with a red cd and of course, steve cried.

1989 is eddies guilty pleasure, and he totally knows how to do that style intro in his guitar. a little too much pop and his friends would make fun of him for listening to it, but the doesn’t care. taylor swift invented pop for him. steve is out of the woods and new romantics coded.

reputation, EDDIE’S FAVORITE ALBUM OF COURSEE. he spends a lot of time listening to it and could speak for hours about it, about how it’s not about seeking revenge but about fighting against that reputation and try to find yourself without listening to what others have to say about it. and how you, sometimes, find yourself in others too. i feel like if they went to the eras tour, eddie would absolutely go as reputation, yk something with snakes and black and glitter. steve loves to hear him go, proud of the swiftie he made. and he (kinda) hates kanye so…

lover, slow songs and heart crushing lyrics. this is steve’s shit. HE IS THE ARCHER CODED. adores cornelia street and afterglow. eddie (secretly) listens to lover a lot, but don’t say that to anyone ok? he has a reputation to keep.

folklore THIS IS HARDCORE SHIT. and steve’s favorite of course, he just relates to this album a lot. eddie really likes my tears ricochet and this is me trying ☹️ poor baby.

evermore, more hardcore shit. steve and eddie listened together this album for the first time and went???? what the actual fuck taylor swift who gave the right to??? while crying. tolerate it and ivy just hits different.

midnights, more pop and that means more eddie munson love. vigilante shit and karma stan forever. this albums feels personal to steve, maroon, you’re on your own kid, question, labyrinth HE CAN GO ON AND ON.

NOW I BELIEVE

Steve’s top 3:

red - folklore - midnights

Eddie’s top 3:

reputation - speak now - 1989

HELLO

EDDIE AND STEVE SCREAMING YOU BELONG WITH ME???? YES. ABSOLUTELY YES

Eddie would fucking love better than revenge and Steve crying to back to December? so true.

Eddie loving Style and playing it? helloooooo?? yes yes yes

AND OFC REPUTATION IS EDDIES FAVE! YES YES YES ALSO YES TO HIS ERAS TOUR OUTFIT (YES TO ANYTHING YOU SAY AT THIS POINT)

Steve being the archer coded please @taintedcigs we got Steve on our team

you're saying my tears ricochet and this is me trying being Eddie's faves? stop these are my absolute faves too (my tears ricochet is my #1)

Eddie and Steve would cry to tolerate it, totally yes yes. AND to champagne problems too of course!

I AGREE WITH ANYTHING YOU SAY ANON YOU'RE A WISE ONE

#andy’s asks

[tearsofperseides]

Taylor Swift songs that are Ronance in some way or another

this is a self-indulgent post

Gorgeous, obviously, do I need to say more? Because I will: This song is "told" through Nancy's perspective and I think it demonstrates the frustration that Nancy had with Robin at the beginning perfectly. Also these parts that I don't see people talk about: And you should think about the consequence // Of you touching my hand in the darkened room ...DO I NEED TO REMIND EVERYONE OF THE HANDHOLD?! Along with many other lines in the song that aligned with Ronance, such as the boyfriend line and the ocean blue eyes line

Next is Style, admittedly, this is really just a personal thing, I like to headcanon that one of Robin's favourite movies is Rebel Without a Cause and that she relates to Jim Stark (played by James Dean) and just... the overall vibe of the song, I imagine them just cruising in Steve or Nancy's car, blasting this at full volume.

Labyrinth, yet another Nancy Wheeler POV song... idk what to tell you, she's just very Swiftie core/j This song reminds me of when Vecna is defeated and Nancy is navigating her sexuality, the line You know how scared I am of elevators // Never trust it if it rises fast // It can't last just makes me think of Nancy trying to stop having a crush on Robin because her previous relationship never lasted, if you get what I mean? Another line that speaks Nancy on an astronomical level is You know how much I hate that everybody just expects me to bounce back // Just like that.

A Robin POV song at last!!! Gold Rush, Robin is an evermore girlie, this isn't projection... totally not. This song is more based on s3, than s4. She just envies Nancy, like I have a feeling, she wants to be like her in a way that she's accepted; What must it be like // To grow up that beautiful? // With your hair falling into place like dominos Nancy, in her eyes, at this time, is the epitome of a perfect girl and perfect girls are accepted by people. The ending of the song is just Robin realizing that she could never be with Nancy, because of their circumstances.

Back to Nancy now... The Great War, of course let me start with the line My hand was the one you reached for // All throughout the Great War going back to the handhold once again, because it is precious to me. A lot of the lyrics can be applied to Ronance scenes with this one. Like And maybe it's the past that's talkin' // … // Tellin' me to punish you for things you never did The library scene, Nancy being jealous of Robin because she thought she was dating Steve. Broken and blue, so I called off the troops // That was the night I nearly lost you The scene where Robin first got caught by the vines. I vowed I would always be yours // 'Cause we survived the Great War This goes back to the whole s5 theory of how Nancy will be made to choose between Robin/Steve/Jonathan and she will choose Robin, because she didn't choose Barb and it will be all symbolism and shit lmaoo.

AND THE LAST ONE, THE FINALE, THE CHERRY ON TOP

Ivy, the Emisue anthem, if you will. I can write an essay on this one... every line fits with Nancy so well.

Oh, goddamn // My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand - Nancy finally has someone to confide in, someone who she feels will understand her on such a deep level, not just because of her trauma, but because she's the first girl after Barb she's been friends with. Robin listens to her problems, doesn't try to solve them, she's there for her when she needs to vent. Taking mine, but it's been promised to another Nancy is still in a relationship with Jonathan, her "hand has been promised to another". Oh, I can't // Stop you putting roots in my dreamland // My house of stone, your ivy grows // And now I'm covered in you She's tried to push Robin away, but Robin doesn't budge, she's not leaving her no matter how much Nancy is trying to push her away. Nancy's trying to not get attached to Robin, but Robin just by being herself has planted herself into Nancy's heart and is taking up the space in Nancy's mind and that only grows and grows. I wish to know // The fatal flaw that makes you long to be // Magnificently cursed I take this line in the context of Ronance 2 ways. 1. Nancy doesn't understand how Robin can be so cursed with herself as to want to be friends with her, "magnificently" specifically because Nancy is still thankful for her. 2. The way Robin's actually ok with being a lesbian in the 80's, of course, she's not out, but she still knows she only likes girls and isn't trying to change that (unlike Nancy). Crescent moon, coast is clear // Spring breaks loose, but so does fear both the crescent moon and spring have been used in a lot of literary works as a symbol for a new beginning with Robin, Nancy sees a new beginning, she sees it very clearly, but she's scared, of her sexuality, of what the people will think, of hurting Jonathan, of ruining this new found beginning etc. So yeah, it's a fire // It's a goddamn blaze in the dark // And you started it // You started it // So yeah, it's a war // It's the goddamn fight of my life // And you started it // You started it Nancy is at war with herself, she has feelings for Robin, but she thinks she's not supposed to (internalised homophobia), she's at war with herself because she doesn't know what happens next, because of Robin.

Thank you for letting me ramble about this, it was really fun!!!

Also, I have a Nancy Wheeler and a Robin Buckley playlist on my Spotify, if you want give them a listen!!

#stranger things #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #ronance #nancy x robin #robin and nancy #robin rambles #taylor swift #Spotify

[eddienbird]

(Swiftie/Death Grips anon) Fanfic please, like they can’t decide which one they wanna see live and hijinks ensue. Thank you.

The Concert Date

Summary: Swiftie!Steve x DeathGrips!Eddie fight over where to have their concert date

Warnings/Tags: fluff|cursing|modern day au|Steddie|RobinxVickie mention

A/N: Please forgive me if I get any info on Death Grips wrong. I don’t know much about them, but I thought this was a really cute concept. idk why but playful fights w Steddie is adorable to me 🥺 -Bird

“Oh c’mon! You’re being totally unfair, Munson!” Steve crossed his arms as he sat next to Eddie on the food court bench.

“What’s unfair is forcing me to listen to some bubblegum pop shit on the night that the coolest hip hop group ever is playing!” Eddie expressed loudly. As Eddie gestured wildly, Steve grabbed a hold of his arms before he caught any more attention from the rest of the mall.

“C’mon Eddie, I think you’ll find it super fun. I’ll buy you beers and whatever snacks you want,” Steve put his arm around him and gave a warm smile.

“What are you two dorks fighting about?” Robin suddenly plopped down in the space next to them. 

“Geez Buckley, you scared the shit out of me!” Eddie nudged Robin’s shoulder with his.

“What are you doing here, Robin? Are you spying on us again?” Steve groaned.

“I was shopping peacefully on my own until I heard the loud, irritating voices of two love birds and it brought me down here,” She chuckled, taking a sip of a red slushie she had in her hand.

“I told you we were being too loud,” Steve mumbled to Eddie.

“So what’s the lover’s quarrel about this time?” Robin asked.

“Eddie doesn’t want to go with me to the Taylor Swift concert,” Steve frowned, hoping to make Eddie feel bad for him.

“Buckley, you gotta understand. Death Grips are playing the same night and I really want to take Steve. I think he’d have a much better time over there than around a million screaming girls,” Eddie placed his hand on Robin’s shoulder. “Please tell Steve he has to go with me,” Steve rolled his eyes.

“Well I’m not really into Taylor Swift, but I know Vickie loves her and would wanna go. And I think seeing Death Grips would be super cool. Maybe we can date swap for the night. Make it a best friend bonding time?” Robin shrugged.

“It’d be nice, but I kind of wanted concerts to be more of an 'us' sort of thing,” Eddie looked up at Steve with a pout and puppy dog eyes.

“Hey no don’t be sad Eds, we can do something else special that night,” Steve pulled him into a hug before taking his hand and kissing it. “Here Robin, just in case you and Vickie want to go to any of them,” Steve dug through his pocket and handed the two folded-up concert fliers they had to her.

Robin took them and unfolded them. Giggles started to pour out of her as she read the two fliers side by side.

“Something funny, Robin?” Steve said, offended by her reaction.

“You guys are total idiots!” She squealed.

“Hey! What are you talking about?” Eddie spat.

“Dingus and Dingus, the concerts are in two totally different months! Taylor Swift plays on June 25th and Death Grips play on July 25th,” Robin continued her heavy laughter. “You guys crack me up. I gotta go, so the next time I see you, you had better kiss and made up or I’m kicking both your asses!” She waved behind her as she walked away from the couple.

“Well, I guess that fixes that,” Steve said, pulling Eddie closer and kissing him on the forehead.

“Yeah… I’m sorry I kinda talked shit on Swift. I promise I’ll still go with you even if it’s annoying,” Eddie cooed, giving Steve a quick kiss on the cheek.

“And I promise to go to the Death Grapes thing,” Steve blushed.

“Death Grips, you dummy,” Eddie chuckled before kissing him.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things fanfic

[trouble-in-space]

hello! i was wondering if i could get a mcu and stranger things ship (preferably a male)! i’m 18, go by she/her, i’m 5’3 with brunette hair and blonde highlights that make it a bit lighter. i am an artist and love to geek over movies and tv shows. i love listening to music and my fav artists are queen, harry styles, and taylor swift. i also love to bake, cook and read in my free time. i am quiet when you first meet me but then once you get to know me i’m super talkative! my love language is physical touch and i’m pretty much the “mom” when it comes to my friends and they always come to me for advice. thank you! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Thanks for submitting love!

Stranger Things: I got both Steve and Jonathan vibes. Let's go with Steve! Steve's a certified Swiftie, so he will totally geek out over her with you. He's a mom too so your art will be everywhere, I have the sweetest thought that he would carry a small piece you've done in whatever medium you use everywhere. Like he'd put it in his wallet along with a picture of you. With you also being the mom of your group, you guys would become the parents of the party 100%. I think you could both benefit from it too, you'd always have someone to talk to that knows how to comfort you and give you the advice you need. Please teach him how to cook, he just can't. Another sweet thing I think he does is beg you to teach him to bake something like cupcakes or something. Just so he could make you some homemade as a surprise.

Marvel: Peter Parker! I think Steve and Peter have similar vibes. He's probably a swiftie as well but is less open about it yk. You guys could do art projects together! Peters is a total film geek so you guys would have movie nights weekly, he'd always bring a new movie that reminds you of him in some way. If you're baking he will rush right over to help you, he isn't great at it but he loves doing it with you. Unlike Steve, he's not the mom friend but he does need someone with that vibe in his life I think.

#stranger things ship request #stranger things #ships #ship requests #stranger things ships #stranger things volume 2 #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve stranger things #marvel ships #marvel #peter parker x reader #peter parker #marvel ship requests

[midnightsgetawaycar]

I posted 1,290 times in 2022

That's 1,126 more posts than 2021!

252 posts created (20%)

1,038 posts reblogged (80%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@sunflowergirl522

@nyptagypta

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@dailystrangerthings

I tagged 808 of my posts in 2022

Only 37% of my posts had no tags

#andrew garfield - 122 posts

#taylor swift - 99 posts

#stranger things - 92 posts

#steve harrington - 92 posts

#stranger things spoilers - 49 posts

#tick tick boom - 39 posts

#peter parker - 34 posts

#midnights - 32 posts

#tasm - 24 posts

#spiderman - 23 posts

Longest Tag: 135 characters

#to round this out just in case this is being taken the wrong way i love tony and i really like tom and from what i’ve seen he’s awesome

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

One of the strangest parts of the try guys/Ned trending on here is the weird overlap between Swifties, Stranger Things, and Try Guys fans. A trio I was not expecting.

48 notes - Posted September 30, 2022

#4

Does anyone else hear a song, and immediately want to write a fanfic inspired by it?

60 notes - Posted July 27, 2022

#3

Does Bruno follow the superstitions because he was constantly told he brought bad luck, so he wants to take all of the precautions?

74 notes - Posted January 17, 2022

#2

Random thought, but I still think it’s insane that Andrew almost had a stunt double for swimming.

“It took three days to film and might have taken longer had Garfield not swum it all himself. The actor has been treading water since childhood; his father, Richard Garfield, is the head coach of the UK’s prestigious Guildford City Swimming Club. “I swear, the fact that he’s a Michael Phelps-level swimmer is just total serendipity,” said Miranda. “Once he got started, the stunt double looked at me and said, ‘I can’t swim that fast.’” -Lin Manuel Miranda, Los Angeles Times, 2021

306 notes - Posted January 1, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Why are people acting like if Steve and Nancy got together he’d expect her to stay at home and take care of the kids? We know damn well Steve would want to stay at home and take care of the kids.

626 notes - Posted July 1, 2022

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[natandwandaseries]

What would the girls' Spotify wrapped look like lol

Nat’s would be classic rock with a few random songs in her too 100 from when Wanda took control of the aux

Wanda’s would be all pop music, she’s a total swiftie

Yelena’s would be showtunes and I can see her liking coffee house music when she’s feeling mellow

Steve’s would be oldies, 30s-50s

#thenatandwandaseries #natandwandaseries #q&a friday

[judeswhore]

I KNOW THAT U ARE A SWIFTY so Im going to fangirl a little with you telling which songs remind me of Steve and why

Don’t blame me- cause of course I would jump into the water after him being dragged to the watergate

Dress- it totally gives me vibes of partying with Steve while no one knows about your relationship w him

Red- not cause I think loving him would be chaotic or something, but I do think loving would be passionate (?) and that song is kind of about it

well bye you had enough of me today with this <33

OMG???? no bc these totally make sense omg, also lover and i think afterglow wld go SO WELL w steve and a fic but now i kinda wna write a fic based off dress

#gna call u taylor anon from now on

[obserfdom]

Taylor Swift, A Real Person Inside Celebrity Attire

I wanna have a break for awhile in speculating about Taylor Swift' sexuality/relationship and dedicate this writing solely focusing on her as a person.

Honestly, I've never a big fans of her. Nor to any other celebrities out there. I am always a casual listener to any music. And very seldom I attentively scrutinizing song lyrics. But falling to Kaylors fandom inevitably forced me to dig more about Taylor Swift. I was very much surprise knowing how popular she is, or how successful she is building up an empire of 'devotees'. She is a queen in almost every sense.

But only through knowing how relatable her character is to ourselves as a non celebrity that truly inspiring and gradually takes me to grow a soft-tenderness feeling toward her. And like a teen swiftie, I can't help to echo their praise: "I love you, Taylor Swift!"

Here, I am just going to copy a relatable normal human being version of Taylor's story from many sources - mostly from people with direct interaction with her, the 'normal' people. If one still deducting flaws out of her personality, after reading these kind of testimonials - well it would speak a lot about who the person is rather than being about Taylor Swift.

***

From Rolling Stone:

We’ve been talking for a while when a boat rows up carrying three teenagers – two girls and a guy. “Oh, my God!” says one of the girls. “Today is my birthday! Can I please take a picture with you?” Swift laughs. “You can, but I don’t know how you’re going to. You’re on a boat, buddy!”

“I’ll get off!” the girl says. “I’ll find a way.” Swift and her bodyguard reach out and help her into the pavilion. “You’re going to make me cry!” she says.

“Is it really your birthday?” Swift asks.

“How old are you?”

“Seventeen,” the girl says.

“Oh, that’s a good year.”

“I know. I’m excited.”

The girl says she lives on Long Island. She and her friends took the train in for the day. “That’s cute,” Swift says. “Are you going to dinner somewhere?”

The girl scrunches up her face. “We were going to . . . Chipotle?”

Swift smiles. She goes to her purse and pulls out a wad of cash – $90, to be exact. “Here,” she says. “Go somewhere nice.”

“Oh, my God,” the girl says. “Thank you!” She climbs back in the boat, and she and her friends paddle off.

Note:

$90 may not be a big number for a celeb like Taylor Swift with an estimated worth around 360 million USD. However, that was probably the only cash she had in hand - and Taylor gave it all to the teen girl she barely knew only cause she probably felt that she could contribute to boost this girl's happiness by adding the teen with more fund to spend on her birthday.

This was not only sweet but it genuinely a very grandeur kindnest.

***

"Is Taylor Swift actually a nice person?" - a question made in Quora:

Anonymous answered it, in May 21th 2018

This post has been a long time coming. I am answering this question anonymously for a number of reasons: 1) I do not wish to inadvertently become tabloid fodder; 2) I do not wish to capitalize on Taylor; 3) I enjoy my relatively normal life; and 4) I believe the anonymity is well-deserved on Taylor’s part. Although Taylor may be able to determine who is writing this, I do not believe such information to be of use to the public. I am sure, if she wished, she could write me a letter and reconnect at anytime. That is her choice to make.

Before Taylor hit it big, Taylor and I spent months emailing back and forth on MySpace. We were the same age with similar tastes in music, similar viewpoints on life, and similar, sarcastic senses of humor. We were both trying to make it in music and grow a fan base. We confided in each other. We trusted each other. We had an ongoing, supportive relationship that helped both of us when we sometimes felt there was nowhere else to turn. Few knew of my coversations with her - but some of Taylor’s closest friends did know they were taking place (they called me “the guy on MySpace,” as it is my understanding Taylor did not tell them my name).

The two of us, still in our teens and miles apart, began writing to each other in short messages at first. We would discuss music, school, and random jokes we would make upon the fly. As time went on, the messages (and their topics) went from short and complimentary to in-depth and personal. We would write messages to one another that, if printed, would be multiple pages long. Looking back, these were the messages of two teenagers trying to find themselves and, in the process, found a friend in one another. We never had expectations, just a supportive friendship with a member of the opposite sex we could not seem to find offline. Although our situations and backgrounds were very different, our similarities closed any gap between us.

During our time messaging, Taylor had hit a rough patch in her life. That may be easy to balk at if you see Taylor as a flawless celebrity rather than the caring and thoughtful person that she is - but the struggle she was experiencing at the time was very real and had its toll on her, a teen trying to find her place. I would do my best to encourage her from a distance and support her as the situation unfolded. Taylor did the same for me. The mutual respect and maturity shared with one another was like nothing else I had experienced. As for Taylor, I believe she felt the same.

Then, something happened. I began to emotionally struggle with the loss of a grandparent who had passed in 2002. As a young person, I had buried the pain for years and did not know how to cope. I had little in terms of a support mechanism in my “real” life. But things were just beginning in Taylor’s career. I thought that my burdens would weigh Taylor down. So, rather than turn to Taylor for support or tell her what happened, I did the only thing sixteen year old me knew how to do… I closed myself off, shut down my MySpace page… and tried to grapple with the experience on my own. To this day, I feel guilty about having left her out in the dark. But I still believe I did the right thing. Taylor had a dream we both shared and it was becoming a reality. I was not about to stand in the way by making her worry about her friend. She was too kind and sweet to me. Strapping her with that type of burden would have been unjustifiable. As fast as I had entered it, I was out of Taylor’s life. If she saw me today, it is unlikely she would recognize me as that guy who was playing country songs. That is not the path my life took.

Fast forward to today and I am a highly educated person who has been able to carve my own path in this world. By any measure, I have been successful for my age. If Taylor were not a celebrity, I believe her story would be much the same.

What you see and hear about Taylor does not scratch the surface or come near the reality. The claims about her doing things for publicity, being an uncaring person, or using others are nowhere near an accurate description of the person I grew to know. Taylor is a kind, caring, compassionate person who wants nothing more than to love and be loved. Her acts of charity are not acts of publicity, they are acts of character. She has earned and deserves her career. Knowing her as I did, I cannot help but believe she often longs for normalcy, anonymity, and questions what it would be like if she were simply Taylor to this day - not the celebrity, but another person who lived life without being subjected to the critiques, comments, and ridicule.

I knew Taylor for Taylor, she was wonderful. In the unlikely event she reads this, I apologize for not writing back and hope she understands why I made that decision. I kicked myself for years - not because of the fame she found, but because of the friend I loss.

Taylor, I am proud of how far you have made it in this world.

Note:

Me and approximately 8.3k Quora-ers agreed that this guys story is genuine.

***

Steve Parr - a quora-er, answered this (from the same Quora page):

I’ve met Taylor Swift twice, both while I was working for Taylor Guitars.

The first time was at the Winter NAMM Show in Anaheim, California. She was there with her father who BEGGED Bob Taylor to let her play on our performance stage. I think she was about 15 at the time. She was nervous and her songs weren’t great, but she was beaming and very appreciative of the time given her.

The second time was when she held her album release party for Fearless (2008) at the Taylor factory in El Cajon, CA. There was a nationwide contest where two people were flown from each state to San Diego to attend the party, get a meet & greet and attend a private concert for a total of about 250 people. I was heavily involved in photography, so the production company hired me to shoot the meet & greet and the concert.

When she arrived at our factory for that event, she came in through the back of our shipping warehouse. As she walked through, she greeted everyone, giving them a long, solid hug while saying “hello”. Now, some of these guys were hardcore warehouse types who were dirty and sweaty. That didn’t matter to Swift. She didn’t have to do what she did, but she did it. I thought that spoke highly of her character.

So, yeah, she’s really a nice person…

Note:

If you familiar with Emotional Intelligence, Daniel Goleman, you probably remember the first few pages about "bus driver" story. This guy spread the joy with his inert kindnest. He was the example of emotional intelligence that Goleman referred to.

Reading the above testimony remind me of the bus driver. If you think Taylor Swift doesn't atleast possess a lil of EI, then I think you need to re-think about how you view the world - and start to trust humanity act of kindnest again.

***

Final thought:

Really I could copy paste dozen of testimonials out there about Taylor Swift. Esp from fans who lucky enough to meet her in person during secret sessions. They are not only being loyal to Taylor because they led by 'blindness' by Taylor's charm - but more because I could see that Taylor had touched their heart with her genuinely nice behaviours. Treating her fans as in the highest value, is one of Taylor's rare quality as human being.

Not to mention, Taylor has been involved in many charitably acts through out the years - a very good role model not only to youth but to all of us in general. I could say that her parents have raised her well and influenced her to continue being grounded.

Oh yes, I am fully aware that Taylor Swift is mere human with all the flaws and far from perfection - and I have no doubt that she awares of it too - nevertheless, if one lacking in appreciation toward others and only focus in finding every lil dirts, as haters would be, well that speaks more about them compare to the object of their rants. That just like one unconsciously noticed their own version of 'elephant in the room', but rather than face it - they cowardly projecting it to other. And public figure, esp a sweet lollipop like Taylor, sadly always an easy target achery.

Xxx

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The Business Lessons We Can Learn From Taylor Swift

ts1989fanatic if your a fan of Taylor Swift Business Super Woman read this Forbes article.

Jeff Bezos, Elon Musk, Mark Zuckerberg, Larry Page and Sergey Brin, Steve Jobs… and Taylor Swift? Before you dismiss the idea of adding the pop princess to the pantheon of modern-day disruptive business gurus, consider some of the stats.

In just over two weeks since its release, her new hit single, “Look What You Made Me Do,” has broken virtually every record on its way to becoming the number one song in the country. It was the most-streamed song ever on Spotify, with 10,129,087 plays in its first day alone, and it was also the most-streamed song during its debut week, logging a total of 84.4 million plays. This last feat broke the previous record held by Adele by a little over 20 million plays. The video for the song also broke records with 43.2 million plays on YouTube during its first day of release.

Swift executed all of this through a multi-platform strategy that incorporated deft use of social media, power-play dealswith major streaming services, timely deployment of “old media,” a new strategy for out-smarting ticket resellers, a partnership with UPS for shipping CDs, a deal with AT&T and DirectTV to create a Taylor Swift Now on-demand video service, song teasers during college football games, and even proactive trademark applications to protect the keywords and catch-phrases she thinks will rise out of the new album.

Did I mention she can sing?

It certainly helps that Swift is a gifted musician who can string together hit songs seemingly at will, and carry them off with the swagger and sweetness to make young girls pledge their allegiance to the nation of #swifties (a name Swift has trademarked) and young male actors and models line up to be her next ex- fling. But there’s a lot more to Swift’s success than the music.

And that’s why she belongs on the list of modern-day disruptive business geniuses. Swift could have a great career just singing hit songs, playing a few tours, and living on royalties for the rest of her life. Instead, she’s constantly re-inventing herself, her music, and her distribution channels to set the pace for the industry to follow.

It’s working, too.

After more than a decade of struggling to stanch the loss of revenue to online piracy, declining CD sales, and clumsy online streaming business models, the music industry reached a major milestone last year when digital streaming became the biggest source of recorded music revenue, accounting for just over half of total industry revenue. Swift’s historic stand-offs with Apple and Spotify have played a key role in making the streaming business model work.

The pop star recognizes – perhaps better than most business people – the one universal truth of today’s warp speed business cycle: It’s not enough to be the best at your core discipline. To truly break-out, you also need to be the best marketer, supply chain manager, intellectual property attorney, media planner, deal-maker, and tireless self-advocate.

Take Swift’s approach to social media as an example. Before the launch of her new album, Swift was already the 4th-most followed person on Twitter with 85 million followers and another 100 million followers on Instagram, a position she’s meticulously cultivated through a combination of frequent posting, constant – and sometimes direct – fan engagement, and an endless stream of selfies. So, what does someone in that position do before releasing a new album? She staged a complete social media blackout, wiping out all of her social media accounts to build intrigue and to set the stage for the release of her new, tougher persona and sound. She even declared her old self dead with the closing lyric of “Look What You Made Me Do,” in which she declares: “I’m sorry, but the old Taylor can’t come to the phone right now/Why? Oh, ’cause she’s dead.” How many brands do you know of would have the courage to do that? Imagine building up one of the largest social media followings in the world then scrapping it as part of a publicity stunt. The move took some confidence.

The strategy rivaled the best product launch stagecraft from the likes of Apple and Tesla, and it produced instant, record-breaking demand. Contrast Swift’s launch with this week’s Apple iPhone X launch – a similarly long-awaited unveiling – and the differences are even more stark. Whereas Swift instantly sparked demand and met it with a bevy of distribution channels, Apple’s stock actually dropped when investors learned the company wouldn’t even start taking orders for its new phone until October.

But that’s just the beginning. She also put on a master class in brand protection by famously fighting back when Apple wanted to give her music away for free as part of a trial offer for Apple Music, trademarking a number of phrases from her new album, such as, “The old Taylor can’t come to the phone right now,” and “Look what you made me do,” as a set-up for future merchandise sales, and even going to war with ticket resellers. Her “verified fan” program utilizes a so-called boost activities, which reward fans for watching videos on YouTube or purchasing her album and merchandise. Fans with higher boost scores will have a better shot at getting tickets, a strategy designed to drive more fan engagement and address the problem of ticket scalpers and re-sellers buying up all of the capacity for live events and driving up ticket prices.

Swift even went so far as to get her hands dirty with supply chain logistics, through a deal with UPS whereby the carrier is the exclusive distributor of Swift’s CDs to consumers and retailers and – for the first time ever – its iconic brown trucks will be emblazoned with Swift’s face on the side. To tie it all together with Swift’s social media empire, fans are being encouraged to snap photos of the truck and post them with the tag #TaylorSwiftDelivery for a chance to win concert tickets.

Brand synergy, anyone? ts1989fanatic below is one of the best parts of the article.

Though it may pain some of you to admit it, a great swath of the business world has just been taken to school by a 27-year-old pop star who continues to put on a clinic in multi-platform branding, product launch, and distribution strategy. The fact is, in another life, Swift probably could have run GE or P&G. But just because her lessons manifest themselves in catchy refrains and selfies instead of balance sheets and M&A doesn’t make them any less insightful for more traditional business leaders.

She’s checked literally every box in the business growth playbook, and created some new ones of her own. She’s had the courage to reinvent, disrupt her own business, and walk away from the past, all while building steady customer engagement throughout the journey, cultivating a fan base, and partnering for success. She’s also made a ton of money in the process. Last year, Forbes named her the world’s top-earning celebrity having earned $170 million in 2016. We all have a lot to learn.

ts1989fanatic Honestly one of the best articles on Taylor and her business brilliance I have ever read.