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imaginemegood · 2 years

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Meeting and Dating Ron Slater

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

“Ayyyy the pizza goddess is here!”

- Out of all the things you’ve been called as a food delivery person, that has definitely got to be your favorite.

- Working the late shift at your local pizza place was not what you had in mind when you began looking for a job but the pay was decent and the tasks were easy so you really couldn’t complain. Sure, you had to deal with a few creeps, but there were also some much more wholesome customers.

- The stoners were your favorite and you were quite sure they always would be. Calm, good natured, very thankful; they were the perfect people to deal with when you were tired and just wanted to go home.

- So you met Slater pretty early into your pizza delivery career. Him and his friends were frequent customers of yours and were always the highlight of your night.

- You sort of figured out that the long haired boy was at least attracted to you, but you were completely unaware of just how hard he was crushing on you.

- It took months of him ordering pizzas just to see you before he finally gathered up the courage to ask for your phone number. You thought he was cute, even while high as a kite, and he was as sweet as could be during all of your interactions so you obliged, writing your number on his arm before you left.

- He called you up the next day, inviting you over to his house for a movie marathon and some takeout. Halfway through a particularly boring film, he asked if you wanted to see something cool to which you agreed. Fast forward a few minutes and the two of you are sitting atop the moon tower, gazing at the stars.

- He nervously reached for your hand in the dark and you let him take it, a small smile finding it’s way onto your face. The two of you walked back to his house hand and hand, a relationship blooming between you.

- You shared your first kiss after about a week of dating. It may not seem like it but Slater’s actually a pretty nervous dude, at least when it comes to girls, so it took him a bit of time to make a move.

- The two of you had spent an entire night together and were sitting on a random curb in the early hours of the morning, watching the sun start to rise. You had your head leaning against his shoulder when he placed a tentative hand against your cheek and leaned in.

- It was short and sweet but it did the trick. After that he was free to kiss you whenever he wanted and you were granted the same privilege. …Boyfriend and girlfriend…. He was ecstatic.

- Having long, deep and sometimes rambling conversations. There’s no stopping once the two of you start, you can hop from one subject to the next in a matter of minutes.

- Handholding.

- No matter how you’re sitting or laying, he’ll find a way to fall asleep on you.

- Hugs, just lots and lots of hugs. He always pulls away saying that you smell good.

- Braiding his hair, he loves it and he’s hardly afraid to admit it.

“Hey do you think you could like, do one of those twirly things to my hair?”

- Sometimes he’ll just randomly come over to you and hand you a flower he found, they’re usually just dandelions and other weeds but you think it’s adorable.

- Cutting class together.

- Sitting outside the school with him every morning and during breaks. His friends will usually come and join you.

- Letting him copy your homework.

- You either get high with him or just have to deal with a stoned boyfriend sometimes.

- Leaning your head on his shoulder whenever you’re standing/sitting with each other. It always makes him really happy but he can’t figure out why. (It’s because you’re proving to everyone around you that you’re together and showing him that you actually like him.)

- Late night snack runs.

- The two of you are constantly sharing food with each other, and he’s constantly stealing food off your plate like you wouldn’t just give him one of whatever you’re eating.

- Since he’s usually not too sober during parties, he rarely realizes that whoever is talking to you is actually flirting with you. He’s pretty laidback regardless though so he doesn’t get too upset over it. He usually just lets you do what you have to do, waiting for you to excuse yourself from the situation on your own.

- Finger guns, just constant finger guns.

- If you don’t smoke, he does try to refrain from doing so whenever you’re planning to hang out. Being around you is fun enough without the weed and he “wants to be a good boyfriend” even if you assure him it doesn’t really bother you.

- Comedy movie marathons.

- Concert dates.

- Dancing with him to your favorite songs.

- Driving around with him and his friends.

- Double dates with Pickford and Michelle. You hang out together constantly.

- Keeping a lighter and an extra hair tie on you in case he needs one.

- He tries to impress you whenever he can even if the things he’s trying to impress you with are somewhat made up. They aren’t outright lies just… little exaggerations, that’s all.

- He’s honestly really caring and sweet, always checking in with you to see if you’re having fun or if you’re okay wherever the two of you go.

- He’s very happy that he can officially brag to Don about how girls do in fact want to hear “check ya later”.

- He laughs at all your jokes, whether that’s because he genuinely thinks you’re funny or because he’s just a little bit stoned is anyone’s guess.

- Getting told little scary stories and cautionary tales. He thinks it’s fun to try and spook you a little bit.

- Sitting on top of cars and stargazing/watching the sunset together.

- For someone who gets blazed a lot, he sure remembers a lot. Your birthday, anniversary, favorite color, animal, that movie you wanted to see; nothing slips his mind, especially when it comes to you.

- To be fair, I don’t think Slater gets high constantly, we just saw him on the last day of school and while he was attending a party. So don’t worry, you won’t have a constantly baked boyfriend.

- Watching Saturday morning cartoons together.

- You cuddle hugging each other. You usually wind up with your face pressed against his chest and his arms wrapped loosely around you.

- Wearing his shirts.

- Talking about conspiracy theories and other weird shit.

- Lets be honest here, your parents probably don’t like him. He’s a long haired hippie who wears weed shirts, not exactly the kind of person most people want their daughters hanging around, especially people who were teenagers in the 50′s.

- Cheap but fun dates. He rarely has much money so the two of you find different inexpensive ways to entertain yourselves.

- Slater’s a very friendly person even if most people don’t give him the time of day. He could have a conversation with just about anyone so you’ll sometimes just have to wait for him to finish talking to whichever random person he’s become friends with.

- A lot of the time the two of you just do your own thing while enjoying each other’s company. You both agree that you don’t have to be doing something together, it’s just nice to have each other around.

- Innocent affection, you’ll learn pretty early on in your relationship that he’s a big softie.

- Holding his cigarettes for him whenever he has to do something, i.e. tie his shoelace, fix his hat, show something off, etc.

- Slater simply vibes too much to fight with you. The two of you have, maybe, gotten into two arguments during your relationship and small ones at that. They’re those little whisper “fights” that couples get into when one of them is unknowingly doing something wrong.

- Spontaneous dates/hangouts. Out of nowhere he’ll decide he wants to do something specific and you’ll just go along with it.

- He’s a clumsy boy, sometimes you’ll just pretend you didn’t see him trip as to not embarrass him.

- It’s hard to be in a bad mood when you’re with him. He’s adorable, animated and hilarious; it’s like hanging out with a cartoon character.

- A true feminist. You’re a strong independent woman and he loves you. You inspire him, he’s so proud.

- He tells you he loves you constantly and he means it from the bottom of his heart.

- Behind every good man is a woman and he wants you to keep on being his for the rest of time.

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imaginemegood · 2 years

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Slater Headcanon

Request (Anon): Can you write rob slater headcannons with a innocent stoner girlfriend please 🥺🥺

I absolutely can!! Hopefully I do it justice (I’ve never done one of these before lololol).

- ok so first of all, he would love that you love to smoke too

- honestly, that’s probably how you met

- anyways, whenever you guys smoke together, you already know its gonna be a great time

- sometimes smoke sessions lead to cuddles on the couch all day long

- this would also include wild conversations

- sometimes they’re super deep and meaningful

- other times it would lead to lots of belly-splitting laughter and yet trying not to detatch any limbs from each other all at the same time

- other times smoke sessions lead to crazy adventures out with the gang

- you’d all meet up at the emporium and hang out for hours, eating tons of food and just having a good time

- sometimes the smoke session would take place in some sort of nature area

- this would lead to quite a few flower crowns made on your part, and lots of laughter from him when you place one on your head as well as his own, claiming you were now one with the earth

- he loves when you’re like that, so at peace and radiant with happiness

- you loved that whenever you got the munchies, he’d get you whatever you wanted

- lets be real he’s always prepared with snacks

- he also loves that you get along with his friends so well

- literally, they all love you because you do things like make flower crowns

- honestly, you guys are just so cute together

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imaginemegood · 2 years

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Love Hurts

Requested by:: @ashestobeautifulwarrior A/N:: I'm sorry it took me a while to complete this!

Pairing:: Ron Slater x Reader Warnings:: swearing, fluff, lil PDA, smoking/getting high Gif not mine, credit to the owner

As the new kid, I completely expected to be shoved into lockers and get my books knocked from my hands and be made fun of and be tortured by the other girls. As the new kid, I didn't expect to be best friends with the more popular kids. Slater took a liking to me, so did Pink, then Simone, then Jodi, then Shavonne, then Don, then Benny. Before I knew it, I was hanging out with almost half of the people in my grade.

There was no doubt about it though, Slater was my best friend. We were inseparable. Sometimes, he would skip class when I had a free period so we could hang out. Usually, we spent most of our time with Michelle and Pickford, or Pink and Don. We never had much time just the two of us.

No one was around, just me and Slater. We sat on the floor next to the water fountain. There was nothing really to talk about. We were one period away from leaving for the day. We were supposed to be in history but Ms. Stroud had been preaching about the founding fathers not wanting to pay taxes for two days.

"Let's go smoke a joint," Slater said, breaking the silence of the hallway. I spun to look over at him.

"Now?" I asked with a laugh. "Slater, it's the middle of the day."

"So?" He stood up and dusted off his pants. "Come on, man." He held his hand down for me and helped me up.

We walked out to the parking lot. Slater walked over to Benny's truck and jumped into the bed. He held his hand down for me and pulled me into it. Sitting there, blazing up, I noticed Slater staring at me.

"What?" I laughed, handing him the joint.

"Wanna go on a date sometime, man?" he asked, taking a hit.

"What?" I laughed, caught off guard.

"Go get some pizza or some shit, see a movie," he coughed. "What'd you think?"

"You can't ask me that while I'm high, Slater," I said, rubbing my eyes with the palms of my hands.

"Why not, man?" he asked, taking another inhale.

"I can't see straight, how can I answer?" He laughed and shifted closer to me in the back of the truck. "What're you doing?" I giggled, shoving his shoulder. He laughed and shoved me back, not as hard. "What if I said yes and I didn't remember?"

"I would, man, I remember everything," he whispered. "I really wanna kiss you."

"Do it," I dared with a smile. He leaned forward and pecked at my lips. I smiled at him and shook my head. "That's not a kiss." I cupped his cheeks and pulled him closer, bringing him into a deep kiss.

"Wow," he laughed, sitting back. "That was...fucking awesome, man." I chuckled and took the joint back from him. "So Friday night, pizza, man?"

"Sure," I nodded. He took his hat off and put it on my head. I laughed as he kissed me again.

"No, no," Benny said, opening the door to the trailer. "Get out."

"Come on, man," Slater groaned. "We're not doin' anything!"

"Not anymore, you're not," he scoffed, yanking Slater out. "Come on, out." I hopped out and helped Slater up off the ground. "Wanna go terrorize some freshmen?"

"Yep," we both answered, climbing into the cab.

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imaginemegood · 2 years

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Just rewatched dazed and confused and I'm in love with Don fr fr just honestly write anything with him x reader whatever you want maybe like a party or smoke shesh or sum

partying with him and the guys - don dawson

don is such a babe! thank you for the request and I hope you enjoy it💞 (sorry it’s rly short my brain did a nope :/)

- partying with don and his friends is always a wild time

- beer busts, smoke seshes, acting like hooligans or just a chill night at the emporium

- anything seems to amuse those boys

- and being his girlfriend, you are always welcomed into the group

- sure, you’ll get flirted with by drunk guys a lot but you have a strong, hot boyfriend to scare them off

- and don’s friends are pretty protective of you too

- they won’t let any drunk assholes come near you

- you’ll always be given beers by the guys so you never have to bring your own

- and they’ll share their weed with you too

- when you first started dating don you thought all his friends would be dicks but you were definitely proved wrong

- in fact you’d rather spend more time with the guys than your girl friends

- your favourite is definitely slater (but you don’t tell anyone else that or they’d think you were crazy)

- he’s just too chill for his own good

- he could get into a car crash and just be like “cool”

- he’ll give you free weed cause he thinks you’re chill

- you also like pink tho, because he’s a little more caring and understanding than the rest of the guys

- sometimes even your own boyfriend

- but you still love don because he treats you different to how he did other girls

- he knows how to please his lady

- with beer, weed and good sex

- your favourite part of a night with the guys is just seeing where the night takes you

- usually it’s just in the car driving round town smoking a joint or whatever

- you’ll stop to get a burger sometimes

- or to buy more beer or snacks

- but there’s something so fun about being in the car with the guys, radio on loud, singing and talking loudly about random shit

- don will have his arm draped over the back of the seat round you, leaning in to tease you or whisper in your ear sometimes

- you’ll have pink on the other side with his leg over yours

- there’s a closeness between you all that can’t be broken

- held together by alcohol and marijuana and the good times they brought

- drunk don is very touchy feely

- he’ll try and get on top of you more than once

- his hands will be everywhere

- he’ll try and talk dirty whilst drunk but let’s be real we all know he’d fail

- he’ll try and show off too

- but again it goes pretty badly

- but no matter what shenanigans occur it’s always a good time

- and honestly? that’s what matters the most

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imaginemegood · 2 years

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Meeting and Dating Don Dawson

(Not my gif)(requested by anonymous)

- Don and you first meet when you’re walking through the halls during class time to go deliver something for your teacher. He was ditching class with a friend when the two of you “bumped into each other” and by that I mean you passed them while they leaned against a group of lockers.

- He does a doubletake when you walk past him for the first time. He isn’t shy about his leering either, he full on turns toward you and stares. After he’s gotten a good look, he turns toward his friend, waggles his eyebrows, and tails it after you.

- It kind of spooks you a little when he comes up beside you with an enthusiastic “how ya doin!” but you smile awkwardly and greet him back. He tries to chat you up while you walk back to class; he’s kind of cute so you don’t exactly mind.

- You pause outside of your class to talk a little more but your teacher cuts your conversation short with a teasing comment to you and a cocked brow to Don. He in response starts to flirt with your teacher, earning himself a smile and giggle from you. He winks at you one last time before he disappears back into the hallway and your teacher closes the door.

- He catches you when you’re walking to your car after school and propositions you in his usual fashion. You say “yeah, no thanks” and get in your car, leaving him in the dust. It was at that moment, watching your car disappear down the road, that he decides he has to have you.

- You thought the ordeal was kind of funny so you aren’t too bothered when he approaches you while you’re out with some friends. The two of you just so happened to go to the same place with your individual friend groups. He doesnt proposition you this time, thankfully.

- Now Don, at first, just thought you were hot and was trying to shoot his shot and to weasel his way into your pants. But as he’s talking to you he realizes that he really likes you, like you’re fun to talk to and you’re really interesting. He starts to feel this connection with you that he’s never really had with anyone else.

- Even though he doesn’t want to “admit it” he forms a little crush on you. He starts to talk to and hang out with you more; making it kind of obvious that he likes you with his flirting and innuendos. And you like it, him and the attention, so when he says “Hey why don’t we go grab a bite to eat sometime.” You tell him to “name a date and you’ll be there.”

- It takes him only a few seconds to respond.

- For your first date he gets a few beers and sodas and takes you out to a field where you sit in the bed of his truck and stargaze. He goes to kiss you once or twice but you don’t let him, you know how he is with girls and want to test him a little before you give in. Either way everything goes well and you agree to go out with him again.

- Although he accepts your refusal he probably still complains to the guys that you aren’t letting him “do anything”. But your refusal is more entertaining rather than anything else, he likes you as more than a lay so it doesn’t bother too much. He’s more determined and excited than annoyed.

- For your third date you’d gone to a concert together and the two of you had your first kiss as the band played. Definitely a very memorable experience and one you’re glad to remember. After your first kiss he knew for sure that you were the one.

- For the most part you have a very playful relationship.

- A lot of nicknames although most of the time he’s joking when he uses them. Like he’ll say a bunch of them in a row to get your attention or when he’s smothering you in affection.

- A few genuine ones still slip out sometimes.

- He kind of just lets you do whatever you want to him. Put his hair in pigtails, put make up on him, do his nails, crawl all over him, climb him like a monkey, anything you want as long as the evidence can be erased or go unnoticed.

- He loves affection and touching you and all that but he isn’t all that into pda. He likes the joking, quick funny stuff but keeps most of what he does behind closed doors unless you’re hanging around some of his good friends who also have their girlfriends there.

- He likes to lay his head in your lap and have you play with his hair.

- Lots of hugs.

- Piggyback rides.

- Double dates with Simone and Pink.

- Matching overalls.

- You’ve probably put flowers in the pocket of his overalls and he secretly finds it so precious. You’ve definitely snuck little notes in them without him knowing and when he finds them he can’t help but smile.

- Smacking his arm and giving him looks to get him to behave, you try your best to keep him out of trouble even though he makes it pretty difficult.

- He watches you a lot, especially whenever you walk away…he likes the view.

- He’s usually pretty animated and goofy, its kind of just how he is so you get to observe all of his adorable and funny quirks.

- You’re nearly always smiling or laughing when you’re with him.

- Playful flirting.

- Him trying to jokingly yet not so jokingly proposition you.

- Lewd jokes, he laughs hysterically whenever you grimace at them.

- Going to his football games and cheering him on.

- Meeting him after football practice and kissing behind the bleachers.

- Hanging out in the back of pickup trucks.

- Dawson’s kinda cool with everyone so he has a lot of friends around the school and subsequently everyones pretty friendly to you. All your friends probably like him.

- Going to parties with him and getting invited to others just for being his girlfriend.

- He always has a beer ready for you or shares his own with you, if you’re into that sort of thing.

- Going on little adventures with him.

- Hes pretty much down to do whatever you have in mind.

- Concert dates.

- He’ll play tackle/pounce on you and start kissing all over your neck and face; he’s pretty fond of that move.

- Secret handshakes.

- He’s a good listener, he likes hearing about what’s new in your life and things that you’ve done recently.

- He hates seeing you upset; he’s not very good at comforting you but he tries to get you to forget about whatever’s bugging you.

- Play wrestling.

- If you mention wanting something he’d 100% go out and grab it for you.

- He’s got major big brother vibes, do with that what you will.

- He gets involved in a lot of crazy shit so be prepared for some killer stories. He thinks its cute when you look worried for him.

- Constant compliments.

“Looking good.”

- Making fun of each other.

- Play arguing and punching.

- Tricking you into doing something suggestive; mostly when you’re alone, he doesnt want to completely embarrass you…or give his friends a free show.

- He admits he’s an asshole so be prepared. Although to be fair a lot of his asshole behavior is just a front. He’s actually really sweet once you get to know him, especially when you’re his girl/he likes you.

- He does think its kind of funny when you get mad at him…well it depends on how mad you get and how mad you stay. If you grumpily trudge off, rolling your eyes at him in front of his friends then he’ll probably laugh and joke with them.

- A lot of “oh come on babe it was just a joke!”

- It isn’t until you really stay mad that he no longer finds it as funny. He doesn’t like fighting with you but you always inevitably do. In a fight you’ll argue for a while before he tries to just end it as painlessly as possible. At that point he isnt even really sorry nor does he think you’ve settled things, he just doesnt want to fight anymore.

“Okay, okay,okay, alright, so-”.

- Sometimes his attempts to calm things really just backfire for him, like if you feel like he isn’t really listening and just trying to brush you off. It really depends on what you’d fight with him about.

- When you’re holding a grudge he’ll make jokes and bets with his friends, condescendingly saying how you “think you’re mad at him”. He says it himself: he’s an asshole. Although in these moments a lot of his asshole behavior is just him being spiteful because he’s hurt that you won’t talk to him.

- He does know how to apologize when he’s done something wrong or upset you. Like I said he’s usually really sweet even if he doesn’t act like it sometimes. It’s the reason you can come to forgive him especially during the “trial” part of your relationship (up next).

- He flirts too much, thats always been his problem, that and he’s sort of a hypocrite about it; he thinks he can flirt with other girls but you arent allowed to flirt with other guys. He doesn’t understand the injustice but after your first really big fight and subsequent breakup; most likely where he sees you go out with another guy, he finally learns his lesson.

- He’s a pretty coolheaded guy but he definitely doesn’t like people flirting with or having a thing for you even if he’s a playboy and would usually partake in the locker room talk with them. When you came along he was kind of like “Well I’ve finally settled down and I like this one a lot so back off.”.

- He gets a lot of girls coming after him so you’ll probably get a little jealous every now and again. He tries to assure you as best as he can that he isn’t interested in them.

- He’s a football player so there’s at least a little pent up aggression in him. He’s ready to bust a lip to get a guy off your back or stop him from trying to get with you.

- He wants that nuclear family type of future, with a nice house, picket fence, and son to play catch with in the yard. He never thought he’d imagine a future with a girl before but here he is, and he… kinda likes it.

- He’s definitely dropped a “Mrs. Dawson” on you after you teasingly called him Mr. Dawson. You’d just been trying to mess with him but then he had to go and make you all flustered and giddy.

- Dawson will probably go to college on a football scholarship. Before you came along he was planning on screwing a lot of chicks but now thinks “I’d be pissed if she screwed a guy while I was gone” and stops the temptation where it starts. He comes a long way during your relationship.

- I can see him proposing to you after he gets out of college and settles down with a nice job. He’d make a personal kind of special occasion out of the proposal, something that involves a sentimental part of your relationship.

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imaginemegood · 2 years

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hanging out - randall “pink” floyd

requested by anon💞just some fluffy pink for the evening :) there’s a lot of dialogue but hopefully it’s still okay!!

- to say that you and pink were close was a bit of an understatement

- you’d known each other since childhood

- and you were still as close as you were when you were five

- when he wasn’t busy with football or his other friends, he’d always come to hang out with you

- a few drinks, maybe a smoke, no biggie

- just a nice night with your longest best friend

- you’d stick some music on and talk the night away

- he’d get all flirty after a few drinks but it was all in good fun, you were so used to each other that it didn’t seem like a big deal

- this time was no different

- you’d had a few beers and were now laid out on the bed together, catching up while aerosmith played softly in the background

- pink had his arm slung around your shoulder, rubbing circles into it with his thumb

- his other hand clutching an almost empty beer

- the two of you were no stranger to cuddling up like this. it was normal for the two of you since you were so close

- “so how are you finding school right now? it’ll soon be summer break and then we’ll be seniors!” you said, looking up at pink

- “oh, I dunno, it’s the same as always. I guess senior year is gonna be the same”

- “maybe… how is your girlfriend, by the way?” you asked

- “we, uh, broke up.” pink said plainly. he didn’t seem too upset by it

- “aren’t you upset?”

- he rubbed your shoulder a little and shook his head. then he rested it back on top of yours

- “nah, it wasn’t anything serious. we decided we’d be better off as friends. what about you, though? you’ve never had a boyfriend in high school, right?”

- you took a swig of your beer and shook your head no

- “I’ve just been waiting for the right guy, I guess.”

- “surely someone at high school is right for you? what about tony?”

- “tony’s sweet and all but I don’t think he’s my type. he’s a little nerdy.”

- pink laughed a little but pressed on

- “how about dawson?” he asked, causing you to laugh which in turn made him smile

- “he’d be too interested in getting into my pants”

- “I don’t blame him” he said, flirting. he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively then laughed at your less than amused expression

- “well maybe I don’t blame jodi kramer for trying to get into your pants” you jokingly replied

- pink laughed again, pulling you in a bit as he did so. he brushed that last comment off though, wanting to get back to interrogating you

- “c’mon, you’ve seriously never liked anyone?”

- “not really. well, maybe one or two”

- he sat forward, taking his arm away so he could turn to face you and lean back. “oh really? who? and how come you haven’t told me this sooner?”

- “because you’d laugh at me!”

- “oh, come on, y/n. you can tell me. we’ve known each other since we were, what, four years old?”

- “okay, okay, fine. I used to like mike newhouse when we were in freshman year.”

- “no way!” pink grinned, laughing as you buried your head in your hands in embarrassment. “that’s adorable”

- “no it isn’t. it’s embarrassing! he’s a total nerd now. he’s nice, but a total nerd.”

- “damn. harsh.” he sighed, amused before he gave you a serious look again. “be serious now. do you like anyone?”

- “one person. but he’s a really good friend and I don’t wanna mess things up with him.”

- “do I know him?” he crossed his legs and leaned forward again, resting his elbow on his knee and his chin in the palm of his hand

- “yeah, but it doesn’t matter. he might say yes but it would be weird if we broke up and couldn’t stay friends.”

- “well why don’t you tell him and just see what happens?”

- “okay…” you paused for a sec

- you took pink’s hand and played with his fingers to calm your nerves a little

- you had done that before so he didn’t think anything of it

- “pink, I like you,” you admitted, “but if you don’t like me that’s okay because it doesn’t matter.”

- “hey, hey, hold on.” he said, taking your hand properly this time, and grabbing the other one too

- he rubbed his thumbs on the sides of your hands and looked into your eyes

- “you could have told me earlier, y’know.” he said quietly, a small smile gracing his face. “I don’t flirt with you all the time for nothing!”

- you chucked and looked down at your lap

- pink grabbed your chin softly so you could look back into his dark eyes

- “I’m serious, y/n. you could have told me.”

- “I was afraid of what you’d think of me”

- instead of replying, he pulled you in a little by the hand on your chin, and softly pressed his lips to yours

- it was only a small kiss, a feather light touch, but it was enough to send sparks down your spine

- it had always been him

- you had secretly always known it but you had told yourself to always hide it, he was your best friend and you couldn’t just go and ruin it all

- when you pulled away again, he was quick to swipe and pull you back in, this time for a tight embrace

- he held you so tightly and buried his head into your shoulder

- “I’ve loved you longer than you could ever know”

- and that’s how you knew he really was the one

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dating ron slater would include...

- it was for sure a friends to lovers thing

- like he was always kind and considerate and nice to be around

- and always made sure you didn’t have to pay when the guys did a run for drink or weed

- and then one time you were sat in the back of a truck and he was tracing the pattern of your tights with his finger

- and suddenly there was tension and he looked up at you and asked you out

- the friend group was confused and surprised to say the least

- “how did you manage to wrangle a babe like that?”

- he’s so soft and lazy and clingy

- ditches class to see you if he knows you have a free period

- always going on dates to pizza places or burger places

- showing up at the emporium together

- you drive everywhere because “slater, i wouldn’t even trust you could ride a bike without toppling over”

- stargazing

- getting high and just lazing out in his bed and watching shitty shows

- watching morning cartoons and eating cereal super slowly on a morning

- your parents literally cannot stand him but you do not care

- always trying to one up his conspiracy theories and blowing his mind every time

- constantly stealing his hat

- being a staple of the friend group

- them being like adoptive big brothers just out of pure comradery

- like one time some dude got handsy at a party and don straight up headbutted them because slater was too high to notice or do anything about it

- he’s too chill to get jealous or insecure

- amazing at cuddles

- just presses cuddles to your face and neck whenever

- him blowing blunt smoke into your mouth like its the height of romance

- it is very hot though

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imaginemegood · 2 years

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i think i’m shadowbanned

for some reason tumblr has decided that it wants to completely nerf my engagement figures so i barely get 10 notes despite consistently getting at least 40 for a while and having just over 2,300 followers. idk what’s going on or how to fix it. its been happening since they implemented the new features for advertising and paid promotion of your own account and posts.

i’ll still write if and when i get the inspiration but its truly disheartening to see your creative work not get appreciated. so, if i go slightly inactive that’s probably the main reason besides other personal factors.

psa over ???

#psa #tumblr shadowban #shadowbanned #idk what to do #writer #fanfiction #fanfic

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postcard - steve harrington

pairing: steve x reader

summary: you make it to college. steve doesn’t

warnings: a n g s t

a/n: if they kill him off in vol.2 i’m gonna crumble mentally

date published: O8 june 2O22

Excitement buzzed under your skin as the long awaited envelope fell through your letterbox and onto the faded welcome mat. With a squeal you trotted down the stairs, leaning down to scoop up the envelope and walking through to the kitchen. From the weight of it, you allowed yourself to feel ambitious and that only made your stomach flip more. Steve had got his yesterday, but he promised to wait until you got yours so you could open them together. To be honest you never saw Steve as the college type, but you were head over heels for each other and to him it seemed like the only logical conclusion that if he was going to go to college, he would follow you.

You were sure you could hardly stomach a full breakfast, but to satisfy your parents you grabbed a pop tart and scurried out the door and into your car, shoving the treat into your mouth as you turned the engine over and backed out of the drive.

Despite how much you knew it annoyed his parents, you continuously banged the door until you could see someone approaching from beyond the pane of frosted glass. Luckily, it was Steve who greeted you. He was smiling wide, grasping your arm and pulling you inside and upstairs at a pace that he had only ever gone at once before when you were about to sleep together for the first time. The pair of you rushed to his bedroom, faces beaming.

He shut the door behind the pair of you as you flopped onto his bed. He walked over to his desk and picked up his envelope and you whipped out yours from your jacket pocket. Upon seeing the two letters together, you noticed that Steve’s was not as densely packed as yours was and you felt your heart in your throat. Steve didn’t seem to notice. He gave you a look, fingers ready to peel back the flap. You smiled back nervously and nodded, fearing that the worst would be confirmed. You were starting to regret deciding to open the letters together. Or even deciding to open them at all.

There was a couple minutes of paper-tearing and the sound of crumpled papers unfolding and them minutes of silence. As you read the words, you couldn’t help the smile pulling at your lips. Congratulations. And the various other pamphlets and paper work they had sent that needed your attention. But as you looked up - and saw the frown settling on Steve’s face - your excitement turned to a sort of guilt ridden nausea. He looked up at you with concern, before wordlessly passing over the lone sheet of paper.

We regret to inform you...

And that was all you needed to see before you clamped your eyes shut, burying your head in the palms of your hands. Suddenly your skull felt like a half-full fish bowl. When you came back around to the real world, Steve was still sporting the same look of disappointment. “I’m so sorry” you muttered. You were sure there must be some better sentiment but nothing came to mind. And then you noticed he was holding your own letter in his hands, and there was a new edge to his sullen face.

“I’m proud of you Y/N. And I mean it, you’re gonna do great. You were meant for college” he said. And despite his best effort to sound proud, his voice was thick and laden with dejection. Instinctively you shook your head.

“I’m not going without you” you stated. Steve wiped over his face with his hand, lightly tossing the letter so it landed in your lap. He shook his head, crossing his arms.

“I won’t let you do that. You’ll only resent me for it. For ruining your future. No” he said, and suddenly you were shaking your head. You jumped to your feet, hands splaying on his chest. You tried to catch his eye but he didn’t want you to.

“I won’t. I could never” you said, though it came out more strained than the strong statement you intended. Steve shook his head once more, finally looking you in the eye. His eyes were growing bloodshot and he was chewing on his bottom lip. He moved your hands from his chest, kissing each one on the back of the knuckles before letting them fall to your sides. He pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Y/N if you don’t accept that offer I swear to God I’ll break up with you right now” he whispered, lips still pressed against your skin. Your bottom lip wobbled, and you hated that he was probably right. And you hated that this time he wouldn’t gloat about being right because this time it didn’t feel fair. And it didn’t feel like a victory for either of you. Steve took the silence as compliance, pressing another kiss onto your forehead.

*****

It seems that no matter what, six months of time could always make a world of difference. Steve’s feet ached after another long shift at the video store. He didn’t think about you as often as he did that first month. He wanted to call, to write, to visit, but he figured a clean break would probably be best. Robin helped distract him; she was fun and interesting and it was good for Steve to have an actual friend. He would only barely wince now when he saw the polaroid of you in his wallet. Although, he would always magically forget to take it out.

He slumped through the front door, ears perking up at the sound of something skidding across the hall. He dumped his bag and jacket by the bannister, leaning down to see a small card - just smaller than A3 - in the middle of the floor. A scenic picture of a forest was on the front and in big, bold, stylised letters across the bottom was the slogan ‘Greetings from Oregon!’. Steve’s heart and stomach immediately fell three stories to the concrete floor of his basement. Y/N. First contact. He turned it over, and just seeing the familiar peaks and loops of your penmanship made his head fuzzy all over. His knees buckled, and he sank onto one of the stairs. There wasn’t many words.

Steve!

College is great, you’d love it. I dreamt of you but I think of you a lot too.

Lots of love, Y/N

And just below the message, a crudely drawn heart in red pen. Steve smiled. You still thought about him. On purpose, too. His heart fluttered in his chest, and in a moment of blind passion he closed his eyes in a crinkly smile and pressed the paper to his lips. You had touched the postcard; this was the closest he had been to kissing you in months. It wasn’t enough. He couldn’t get enough. He clasped it to his chest - as if it would cure his breathlessness - and ascended the staircase.

The postcard would get pride of place in the crease of his mirror, so that he could look at himself each morning and each night with a smile.

So close but so far.

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imaginemegood · 2 years

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I don't know if you do these but could you do a billy hargrove x y/n imagine about the song her last words where billy and the reader have been dating for a while and billy finds a note like the song and he finds out tommy or one of his friends has been hurting her? He becomes protective and can there be some smutty angst and fluff :)))

sure :) althought i did leave out the smut because i'm not comfortable writing it! hope that's ok <3

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her last words- billy hargrove

pairing: billy x fem!reader (third person p.o.v)

anon request: I don't know if you do these but could you do a billy hargrove x y/n imagine about the song her last words where billy and the reader have been dating for a while and billy finds a note like the song and he finds out tommy or one of his friends has been hurting her? He becomes protective and can there be some smutty angst and fluff :)))

song insp: her last words by courtney parker

warnings: bullying? themes of depression. angst. swearing

a/n: i’ve missed writing for stranger things holy shit. s4 is banging

date published: O8 june 2O22

just an average girl, she always wore a smile

she was cheerful and happy for a short while

Y/N was the type of girl whose smile could be spotted from a mile away. And to someone like Billy - who was desperately craving a ray of sunshine in his shit show of a life - she was exactly the spoon full of sugar that was necessary for the medicine of life to be swallowed. He wasn’t shy with his affections for her, or his desire to pursue her. She was stunning and lovely and he wanted her. And Billy. God, he was a dreamboat. It was like something out of a movie. Sure, he was a grumbling mewling lump of annoyance but he was her grumbling mewling lump of annoyance. Sunshine, meet sunshine protector. And she was the sunshine, because everything about her made him absolutely melt. And vice versa.

now shes older things are getting colder; life's not what she thought

she wished someone had told her

She couldn’t quite pin-point an exact hour or day or week that things started their downward spiral, but she could physically feel the atmosphere around her changing when she got back from winter break. Snide remarks and dirty looks were only the surface level tension. She tried to ignore it. As long as she had Billy she could surely survive. But this resilience was only met with more retaliation and antagonising. There was a group of them but the main person she singled out was Tommy. Tommy. Dickhead personified. Only got his kicks from psychological warfare on innocents he deemed lesser. Although, he was not below the use of physicality to exert his power to disguise his piss weak ego.

she told herself she was alright but she was telling white lies

can't you tell, look at her dull eyes

When Billy had asked her why her hair had been cut short one week in February, Y/N scraped together some excuse that her mother was on her case. If Billy had known it was because she had to cut a factory size amount of gum out of her hair courtesy of Mr Tommy he would have blown a fuse. Or worse, laughed. Or even worse, thought her pathetic. God, she would rather he laughed at her. So she grinned and bared it. She made excuses when she had to wear her gym clothes because the girls had put paint in her backpack full of clothes. She made excuses when she refused to let Billy see her A on her pop quiz because the front had been graffitied with crude words and names and drawings. But each excuse she made took a chunk of her with it. Each secret she held close to her chest carved a hole, each one larger than the last. Nevertheless, she grinned and bared it no matter how pained the smile was. She was almost happy that Billy didn’t notice, because he wouldn’t notice how utterly pitiful she was.

She wrote a letter with her hands shaking wild,

"Look at me now are you proud of your precious child?"

As Billy stared down at her scrawl he could feel a God awful rage clawing from the pit of his abdomen and burning up his chest and neck. Surely if he looked in the mirror he would have steam rising out the top of his scalp like the cartoons did. He was angry at Tommy. He was angry at Tommy’s friends. And he was angry at himself. Ashamed even. The girl he loved felt this low, had been experiencing all this vitriol and he had been blind to it all. How could he have been so blind to it all?

“Billy?” her voice asked behind him, quiet and unsure. He spun to face you as you stood in your bedroom doorway. His eyes were rueful and annoyed, but Y/N’s floated down to the stray lined A4 sheets of paper in his hand and felt her stomach drop to the floor.

The letter had meant to be just an exercise. Something she’d read in a self-help book in the library in a last ditch attempt to get the hurricane under her skull into check. To get everything in order. She got home and opened her notebook, pressed pen to page and wrote. And wrote. And wrote and wrote and wrote. And she didn’t stop writing until she had vented everything from the last few months. Every thought, feeling and experience. She’d never meant to let anyone read it or leave it lying around for her boyfriend to find.

She looked back up at him, and there was a guilty edge to his fury. “I’m gonna fucking kill them. Every last one of them, Y/N they’re gonna fucking pay” he seethed, waving the evidential pages around before pressing them into her bedsheets. A sudden wave of panic and desperation crashed over Y/N and through her veins. She was kickstarted from her despondence; rushing over to the blonde and gripping at the lapels of his denim jacket. His scent was overwhelming but she did not feel calm the way she usually did.

“Billy please-”

“What they’ve done to you... Its unfair and its not right and they deserve to eat their own teeth. They’ll be lucky if I don’t burn their house down” Billy said. His voice was low and steely, and pointing at the door as if Tommy and his goons were stood waiting for their supposed ass beatings. He was staring into her eyes with a fierceness that felt threatening. “I wish you would have told me. I could have put an end to it sooner. Reading that - knowing how hurt you were and that you were going through it alone -”

“I get it, I’m pathetic just please-”

Billy scoffed, grasping Y/N’s face in his hands and jolting as if to shake some sense into the girl. “Talk shit about my girlfriend one more time” he retorted, almost smirking. It was enough to make Y/N smile as she relaxed into his touch. She cupped her hands around his.

“Please just stay here with me for a minute. I need you here right now” she said, voice thick with the potential for tears. Billy hesitated, his hatred subsiding for a moment at her pleading tone. His expression softened and he sighed, pressing his forehead to hers. She closed her eyes in relief, rocking back and forth softly. Billy used the momentum to enfold her into a hug, which she gladly accepted.

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove one shot #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove fic #billy hargrove fanfic #billy hargrove fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things imagine

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cafeteria - eddie munson

pairing: eddie x fem!reader (third person p.o.v)

summary: eddie has a crush and is desperate to make a move

warnings: one unconsensual touch (not from eddie)

a/n: new husband alert ???

date published: O2 june 2O22

Eddie ate his stale mac and cheese and observed the bustling, abrasive atmosphere that was the Hawkins High School cafeteria. The usual parade of losers, pea-brains and air heads filtered through from the lunch line to the various tables uniformly displayed across the hall. His eyes glazed over as they passed over every face, until she walked in.

Y/N Y/L/N.

She seemed to glide through the tables and crowds with an elegance that made her stand out. Eddie immediately sat up, instinctively straightening out his jacket, and using the plastic fork to play around with his tray of abysmal food. He had never even spoken to her, of course, but that didn’t matter. Her hair was always styled into a neat ponytail, and today was no exception. A green ribbon was tied and bowed around the hair tie. There was a game later, so she was adorned in her cheerleader outfit that was pristine; the pleats ironed to perfection and pretty white plimsolls with white frilly ankle socks collaring them. Her lashes fluttered softly as she stared dead ahead, head floating with the routine she had to do today, and the grade from yesterdays biology pop quiz.

Eddie wasn’t quite sure what it was that drew him to her. She was straight edge and clean cut, and not in the way the basketball team pretended to be. She was quiet and kind, and always scowled when her friends made cruel remarks. She always offered to let him borrow a pen in English class and there was the odd occasion she gave him a five dollar bill because he was short on cash and holding up the lunch line. But she handed it over with a smile and never asked for it to be returned. She even complimented his guitar playing at the talent show.

She floated alone, textbooks clutched to her chest, nearing his table and the butterflies in his stomach grew. He wanted to smile at her if she looked his way. Maybe she would even smile back. The scenario in his head was shortly interrupted as a boy wearing a basketball jersey and a filthy sneer lurched behind her, gaining speed and reaching out a greedy hand. Before Eddie could even mutter a warning, the boys hand was taking a handful of Y/N’s behind and squeezing. Eddie scowled, standing up immediately but he was not to be needed.

Upon feeling the unwelcome grab, Y/N turned on her heel. The books she clasped to her chest were manoeuvred solely to her left hand and as she swivelled round, she used her momentum to swing her arm. There was an almighty crack as the dense paperbacks crashed against the assailants face, knocking him entirely sideways and sending him barrelling over a lunch table. A quick and harsh silence fell over the cafeteria, only interrupted by a curt laugh by Eddie that was quickly stifled. Y/N turned to look at him, eyes wide and sparkling.

“Good one” he said without thinking, and internally cringed and wished he’d said something cooler. But nevertheless she smiled at him and nodded.

“Thanks” she replied breathlessly, returning her books to their usual position and waltzed away. Eddie’s eyes followed her, falling back in his seat and lolling backwards as a harsh blush grazed his face and neck.

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