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biancadjarin · 1 year

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ʚ Send Me an Angel ɞ

part 1 part 2

- pairing: perv!dark!em x bratty!henderson sister!fem reader

- content warning: 18+ rough sex, choking, Eddie’s a bit scary/stalker vibes in this one. Proceed with caution!

- words: listen, I don’t know how to do the word count thing but this is a longer one.

- a/n: Eddie became a little darker in this chapter.. hopefully you enjoy! Y’know in S4E1 when Erica says “He’s sharp.” And Eddie shoots the guys that look when they laugh? That’s the energy he has in this. Anyway, feedback, likes and reblogs are appreciated!! Also just btw-a lot of my titles are songs. Send me an Angel is an 80’s banger I highly recommend listening to. Find the rest of my masterlist HERE.

You’ve been waiting in your bedroom for almost 2 hours when you hear your front door start to open and shut. Finally your brothers annoying little friends are all going home and Eddie will be up here soon. You do a giddy little dance thinking about being alone with him.

Omg Eddie is going to be in my room, you think to yourself. Your stomach has been filled with anxious butterflies all night and you’ve gone from casually sitting at your desk *pretending* to read a book, to laying on your bed looking nonchalant and sexy to pacing your floor, to where you are now, sinking into the plush oversized beanbag chair in the corner of your room. Your eyes dart to your clock again for the 100th time. 11:22pm.

What’s taking him so long? Did he change his mind? Was he just teasing you before in the kitchen? Maybe he just wanted you to stop distracting him and his hellfire friends so they could finish their stupid game…

Just as you started to feel your nose tingle with the beginning of tears a knock comes on your door. “Come in!” you call out sweetly.

Much to your disappointment, Dustin walks in. Alone.

“Hey so the guys are all gone. Thanks for giving us some space..” he looks down at his socked feet nervously. “Sorry if I was a little rude before.” he says sincerely. You smile at him. As much as your little brother can be a total pain in the ass, you love him and you’re happy he’s got a group of friends that are as nerdy as him. It’s actually a miracle he was allowed into Hellfire. All the other guys are seniors.

“They’re all gone?” You ask, trying to hide the desperate hopefulness in your voice. “Yep, you can go downstairs and make as much noise as you want. I’m going to bed. Night!” He calls over his shoulder as he heads down the hall to his room.

You walk over to your door and close it again, the disappointment spilling from your heart, into a pit in your stomach and creeping back up into your throat, which is tightening. The tingles in your nose are back as the sting of tears start to prick at your eyes. You slip into your silky pink nightgown and run back to your bed to hide under the covers. Of course Eddie doesn’t really like me. You think to yourself. He probably only likes pretty cheerleaders. You remember how you felt a few days ago at lunch when Eddie checked two of them out when they walked past him. His eyes swept their bodies from head to toe while he grinned and they giggled and pretended Hawkin’s resident freak wasn’t also one of the hottest guys in school. The tears finally spilled from your eyes as you imagined Eddie going to hang out with one of them tonight instead of you…

Your room is dark except for the moonlight spilling in through your double windows when you’re awoken from your sleep with a soft tap tap tap on the glass. Your eyes open slowly and adjust to the low light when you see a silhouette outside of your window. Your heart stops for half a second before realizing who it is. Eddie’s crouched on your balcony, moonlight backlighting his curls and broad shoulders.

He waves at you and points at the latch on your window, beckoning you to come and unlock it. You begin to toss the covers off your body when you stop and look at the clock. 12:07am. Why is he here now? Did he forget about me and then finally remember? I should just let him freeze out there. Your mind is racing with questions that there’s only one way to get answers to so you decide to take a deep breath and huff over to your window, unlocking and pulling it open.

“Shit y/n, I’ve been tapping on your window for ten minutes.” Eddie says as he ducks into the warmth of your room. He looks around, taking in the soft pink of your walls, the desk littered with perfumes and jewelry, your bed’s puffy white duvet looking like a soft, ethereal cloud, your unicorn and bunny stuffed animals mixed in with your pillows. The corners of his mouth start to lift into a smirk until his eyes land on you, standing in front of him pouting with your arms crossed as you stare at him.

“What’re you doing here?” You ask him in your quiet, sleepy voice. Your eyes look tired and puffy, pink rimmed and still a bit wet from your tears. Confusion is written all over Eddie’s face. You two had a plan didn’t you? He was going to come here after Hellfire. He’s here. So what’s the problem?

“I’m here to see you angel.” He says low and gravelly as he steps closer to you, his warm hands settling on either side of your waist. His fingers squeeze and slip over the buttery fabric. “This is cute.” He says as his eyes dip down to take in your body. “Is this what princesses like you sleep in?” He says mockingly, eyes darting back up to yours, grinning like a devil. He pushes closer into you, the front of his denim covered thighs meeting your bare ones. You back up slowly, moving with him as he maneuvers you two towards your bed.

“It’s midnight Eddie.” You say with your bratty attitude as your palms come up to rest on his chest. “I’ve been waiting for you for hours. I-I thought…” your voice gets lost in your throat.

“You thought what baby?” Eddie asks, his hand coming up to rest on your cheek, his thumb pushing up your jaw so your eyes meet his. “Why does it look like you’ve been crying?” He asks, voice softening as he studies your face intently.

“I though maybe you forgot about me. Or you didn’t actually want to see me.” You whine as your lower lip comes out in a pout.

He chuckles, “Forget about you?” He shakes his head as he leans close to your face, “Never. I just had to take your little boyfriend Gareth home first. And I couldn’t just walk up the stairs and into your room now could I? What would Dustin think?”

You shrug and look to the side. You hadn’t thought of that. “Girls as pretty as you really shouldn’t cry over boys, princess. Especially ones as dumb as me.” Eddie’s voice is a whisper as he softly turns your face to look back at him. You want to argue and tell him he’s not dumb but you can’t help but feel a bit intimidated by him at this close proximity. He’s a few inches taller than you, and the scent flowing off of him is making your mind feel dizzy. He smells clean and warm, like cheap bar soap and cigarette smoke. His breath smells faintly like cherry, like he drank a dr. pepper on the way over here. “I don’t actually like Gareth you know, Eddie.” You tell him. He laughs again, hands releasing your cheeks. “Oh no?” He asks, mock surprised. You shake your head as you watch him start to kick off his sneakers and reach over his head to pull off his shirt. “Just tryin’ to make me jealous then?” He winks.

You stare at him with wide eyes. Eddie’s in my room. Shirtless. In the middle of the night. My crush is shirtless in my room at 12am. You take a deep breath to steady yourself, then ask him, “What are you doing?”

“Y/n, c’mon, it’s midnight. I’m horny. Let’s not play pretend ok?” He says as he sits on the edge of your bed, thighs spread wide for you to stand between. “You know why I’m here, don’t you?” His hand reaches out and tickles at the hem of your nightgown, shifting it up your thigh slightly and leaving goosebumps on your skin. “Lemme see that pretty little body baby.” You’re practically shaking with nervous energy when you reach up to pull the thin straps of your nightgown off your body. You know the second you do, you’ll be completely bare in front of Eddie. You can already feel the warm wetness slicking between your legs and you wonder if Eddie is as nervous as you. Probably not.

Your fingers begin to reach up when Eddie suddenly puts a hand up. “Wait.” You stare at him, wondering if you’ve done something wrong. He sighs, “I don’t want you to do this unless you’re sure. I can leave.” He says as he points a thumb back to the window he came in from. Your eyes widen in panic, head shaking back and forth as you whimper a soft “Mm mm! I’m sure, Eddie. I really want you here.” He bites his bottom lip to hold back his smile. “I don’t know.” He teases. “Maybe I should go.. wouldn’t want to start something you can’t handle.” “I can handle it Eddie, promise.” “Good. Now take it off slowly. Give me a little show sweetheart. Like you’re unwrapping a present on Christmas morning.” He leans back, palms resting behind him. A smug smirk plays across his lips. You do as he says, sliding one strap off your shoulder and playfully lifting the hem of your nightgown, turning slowly and letting the underside of your asscheeks peek out at him. He groans and bites his bottom lip as he watches you. He wants a show, you’ll give him one.

“Y’know I’ve thought about this.” Eddie starts, “Ever since the first time I saw you. I knew you couldn’t be a good girl all the time.”

“Sometimes good girls can do bad things.” You say over your shoulder to him. “Especially for bad boys.”

He laughs. “Bad boys, huh? S’that what I am?” You look at him with narrowed eyes and a weak smile, as if he just asked if the sky is blue. When he laughs his dimples deepen and his eyes crinkle at the corners. Their deep caramel color sparkles in the moonlight spilling in from your window. He’s even prettier at night. You didn’t think that was possible.

“I’m not the kind of guy that has crushes y/n. It’s not hard for me to get girls. In fact, it’s a little too easy sometimes.” He palms at the growing erection in his jeans, giving it a few rubs before he pops open the top button of his tight pants. “Me and Harrington even have a little game going. Who can fuck twenty six girls first? A name for every letter in the alphabet.” Your stomach drops at his confession. “But then I met you. And I didn’t wanna play that game anymore. I didn’t wanna think about other girls anymore. Because I felt something I’d forgotten I could feel. A crush. On you.” You spin back around to look at him. You let both straps fall off your shoulders, the cool air of your room instantly hitting your sensitive nipples and making them taut and perked. Eddie lets out a low groan as his hips stir. “It’s pathetic really.. how much I think about you.” He admits. His hand reaches up to cup your breasts, letting the curve of them rest in his palms as his thumbs swipe your nipples roughly. Your heartbeat is pulsing in your ears but you keep listening intently to Eddie, not wanting to miss a word. “I thought the curiosity was going to kill me until I figured out Dustin is your brother. So even though him and Mike are freshman, I let them join Hellfire.” Your eyebrows furrow as you start to piece together what Eddie is saying. None of this was an accident.

“Fuck these are nice. You want me to suck your tits? Treat you like the slut I know you are?” You groaned at his words, pussy throbbing and dripping with desire. “Yes Eddie please. Want you.” “Want me to what?” “Treat me like a slut. Please.” His eyes looked up at yours, one eyebrow raised, mouth hanging open. “Yeah?” He clarified. You nodded as you bit your lip. His hands grab either side of your hips to pull you closer to him. Your thighs lean against his lap, his hard bulge poking into you.

His lips suction over your nipple in an instant. His mouth is warm, no, hot and his tongue is velvety smooth. He licks your nipple sloppily before switching to your other boob. He begins to suck that nipple before letting his mouth wander a bit and attaching to the smooth squishy skin of your breast. His eyes are closed and his breath is coming out in hot bursts through his nostrils as he sucks the skin hard. After a few seconds, he releases with a pop and sits back a bit to admire his work. An oval shaped purple and pink bruise. “I guess I won’t be wearing low cut tops for a few days.” You say breathlessly. His eyebrows pinch in the middle, annoyed at the thought of another guy looking at you, fuck even thinking about you! He pulls your nightgown off the rest of the way roughly, tossing it across your room.

A low strained sound comes from deep in his throat. His hands ghost down your sides and settle on your ass, the tips of his fingers resting at the crease under your cheeks. He pulls you impossibly closer to him and then lifts both hand to bring them down with a loud smack! You jolt forward and the cute little squeal noise you make shoots right to Eddie’s cock. If he doesn’t fuck your soon, he thinks he’ll go insane. He stands up and instructs you to lay down. You do as your told, laying on your soft bed, sheets cool and smoothed down, not a wrinkle in them. Eddie can’t wait to make a mess of you and your perfect little bed. He unbuckles his belt and pulls it out of it’s loops with a thwip. You lay on your side and watch him pull his boxers down, the light trail of hair under his belly button leading to a small patch of matching brown above his dick. And holy shit he’s big. Bigger than you thought. He crawls onto the bed, body laying on top of yours, the full weight of him being partially supported by his forearm by your head.

“You ready to be my good girl? Or do you still want me to treat you like a slut?” He questioned, eyes staring into yours. His eyes are telling you to say you’ll be good but your brain is telling you to let him treat you like a slut. “Uhm..” he senses your hesitation. And honestly? It just makes him harder. “I’ve only had sex once before Eddie. I don’t know if-if I can fit you.” You say nervously, not wanting to disappoint him. “Oh don’t worry, princess.” He reaches down and lets his fingers pet the smooth wet folds of your pussy. He slips a finger into you easily, pumping a couple times before adding a second. “You can do anything you set your mind to.” He says before removing his hand and slowly sliding his entire length into you at once. A loud moan comes from deep within you as he settles on both his forearms, his fingers getting lost in your hair and his hips setting a deep, intense rhythm. Every pump of his cock makes him groan in disbelief, never thinking he’d know what your sweet pussy felt like. But now he’s here and it’s better than he’s ever imagined. Your soft moans and sighs, every inch of you impossibly soft, the smell of bubblegum on your skin and vanilla floating off of your hair. Your pussy is perfect, spongey and warm and fuck, is she clenching around me right now? He wonders. His nickname for you has never been more true. You’re his now. His angel. And he’d do anything to be the only one to corrupt you ever again.

“You’re so tight baby.” He says into the side of your neck. “Been wanting this for so long, fuck.” “Me too.” You moan out weakly. He chuckles before a hand reaches down and pulls up behind your knee, your thigh coming to press into your chest. He pumps faster now, holding you in the position. His dick is even deeper inside you and the pleasure is starting to turn into a pressure that almost feels too like much.

“Ed-Eddie! It’s s’too much! I can’t!” “Shut up.” He growls into your ear, pace not letting up. You feel tears starts to wet the edge of your eyes, one escaping and sliding down your cheek. “You said you wanted this sweetheart.” He pants, a sheen of sweat starting to emerge on his chest from his effort. “I’m just giving you what you begged for.” You whimpered beneath him, the pain fading back into something pleasurable again. His hand came to rest on your throat, fingers curling into the sides and applying a light pressure. You squeezed your eyes shut, focusing on the coil tightening in your belly, your floor muscles cramping and putting pressure on your clit from the inside. As if he can read your thoughts, Eddie’s fingers find your swollen bud and begin vibrating against it in tight circles.

“Look how wet you are, angel. Making a total mess on your sheets.” You look down but it’s no use. Too dark to see. You can’t think. Can’t speak. Can only feel how Eddie’s cock is splitting you open and his hand is around your neck. “Open your mouth baby.” He demands breathlessly. You open up, tongue sticking out a bit before Eddie spits toward your mouth. Some landing on your tongue, the rest on your chin and chest. He laughs darkly and you pout up at him. “Wha?” He asks teasing you with a fake pout to mirror yours. “Too rough for you baby?”

“Mm mm.” You say as you shake your head. “That’s what I thought. Now shut up so I can concentrate, gonna cum so hard and deep in this pussy.” “Wait Eddie- you should really pull out I’m not on-”. His hand leaves your throat to come up and cover your mouth. You whine through his hand but it doesn’t matter. He’s back at your clit and your orgasm comes rushing like the crest of a wave in the dead of night. Dark and all consuming, it pulls you under and fills your ears with ringing.

Eddie comes closely behind you, pushing his hips flush against yours, making sure every drop he spills inside you stays there.

“Fuuuuck.” He groans as he rolls onto your rumpled duvet, laying next to you for a minute as his breathing gets back to normal. You roll onto your side and lean your cheek on his tattooed bicep, fingertips angling his face to kiss you. He does, his tongue massaging yours and a ringed hand coming up to cradle your cheek softly. A stark contrast to his demeanor a minute ago. The kiss almost feels sweet. Romantic. Soft. Maybe he’s a little rough when he fucks you but if he’s this sweet the rest of the time, it’s worth it. Worth it to be his, his, just his.

He sighs deeply before shrugging you off his arm, standing up and getting dressed. You get up and slip your nightie back on, not sure if he’s about to leave or ask you to come with him.. you kinda hope it’s the latter.

But he doesn’t. He doesn’t say anything. Just pulls his leather jacket on and starts to walk towards your window. You follow after him, hand finding his just as he gets to the window. He turns and smiles at you, a detached look in his eyes that you lie to yourself and say is just him being tired.

“If I stay here and cuddle with you, I won’t ever want to leave y/n.” You nod slowly, knowing you deserve better but accepting his reasoning nonetheless. “But you’ll call me? You’ll talk to me at school?” You ask him sadly. His heart really does ache at your sweet questions. “Of course I will, angel.” He says with a soft kiss and nuzzle of the tip of his nose against yours that makes you giggle. “I’ll see you Monday.” He says as he ducks out your window, disappearing back into the night.

You lay back down, fake scenarios playing in your mind about what Monday will bring lulling you to sleep.

Eddie gets back in his van and pops open the glovebox. Tongue poking out of the side of his mouth he feels around for a crumpled piece of paper and a pen. Next to the first letter of your name, he put a check mark and writes “y/n, best one yet.”

the end

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spacemagicandlaserswords · 1 year

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The Clone Wars 2x10 ‘The Deserter’ Reaction

aka the Rex Chest Episode

The way Grievous says ‘Kenobiiiii’ will never fail to make me laugh

“Any sign of Grievous?” the gesture that goes with this is just, oh Rex

Jesse? Is that Jesse?

That little smirk from Rex. He knows that Obi-Wan wants first dibs on fighting his frenemy

Cody: “Rex is a smart man.” Obi-Wan: “Indeed. Always thinking on his feet.” Rex: *immediately gets shot*

Also the little glances they exchange during this

Oof that’s gotta hurt. Sniper shot straight to the plastoid covered chest. Poor Rex lying there like a busted pretzel.

Kix, was that you?

I’m guessing the yellow clone is Crys? Why is he yellow instead of 212th gold?

Why does Obi-Wan say “We’ve picked up the scent.” straight down the barrel of the camera? What is this 4th wall break?

Hello Kix!

Jesse got the braincell today. Also Kix’s decidedly confused “Sir” to Jesse was adorable. Wookieepedia lists Jesse as a Lieutenant and with Rex down I’m assuming that means he’s in charge now.

Why are the Twi'lek’s french?

Jesse saying ma’am is sending me

Well Suu is a certified badass. Absolutely no messing with her.

REX CHEST?!

AND REX WHUMP?!!

Omg his chest and neck and that jaw and those arms and he hurts so prettily and omg I am unwell and cannot be saved help me

I’m guessing the other clone with the tattoo over his left eye is Hardcase? Hi Hardcase! Is he the one with ADHD? I love him already.

Rex flopping around like a fish out of water lmao

Oof that is a nasty bruise on his back. Also his back. And shoulders. And arms. Omg.

Kix telling Rex he outranks him lmao

Rex thighs?! Rex are you wearing nothing but your lower blacks?! That look decidedly grey but anyway. Also, where is the clone bulge? We were robbed.

“You look like my daddy.” FORESHADOWING CLAXON

The way that Kix and Hardcase looked at Rex like, “is this yours?”

There was so much in that “Mmmm” from Suu lol she is so unimpressed

Jesse being told he’s in command while holding a platter of fruit and nodding like a butler at Rex CACKLING

Rex, where are your nipples? Do clones not have nipples? What did the Kaminoans have against nipples? Did we seriously not get clone nipples? Were animated male nipples too much for Lucasfilm and Cartoon Network in the year of our lord 2010? Why are your nipples just slightly darker vague blotches Rex?

Omg Obi-Wan you completely and utterly over the top dramatic bitch (affectionate). Look at him all backlight by the moon looking all dark and mysterious as he hunts down his favourite arch nemesis.

REX ARMS

Jesus H Christ. My God. Just look at them. Holy fuck. SIR

Also this bit with the farm animal waking him up was hilarious. His wide eyed look of alarm when it was snuffling and licking his face, poor Rex.

Also, Rex Hands? They’re so big. And his fingers are so long. Oh my. Oh no. My brain has already run away with itself.

I may have paused it at the wrong moment but his forearms look hilariously weedy in comparison with the absolute bulging units that are his biceps.

I know this is supposed to be faux sinister and spooky but do all clones have such lovely beautiful long fingers?

Rex’s spidey senses activated

Cut? Sir? Daddy? Hello? Are all clones just a bulging mass of ripped muscle?

And here we have our philosophical argument for the episode

“Then our children and their children will be forced to live under an evil I can’t well imagine.” Oh no. Oh, Rex. If only you knew.

That was one awkward conversation to have at the family dinner table

Cut was at the Battle of Geonosis? Hmmm I wonder what batch that makes him and how old he is. Especially if Cody wasn’t at the Battle of Geonosis, which we found out in a previous episode.

Another awkward conversation to have while your kids and wife are just sitting there watching?

Obi-Wan, you are such an overly dramatic bitch. It is hilarious. I love it. A giant Force leap off a tank with multiple somersaults ending in a superhero pose? Really? Also, that poor clone that basically fell out of the exploded tank and was dangling off a bit of it at the end.

Did that clone just shoot an incoming missile out of the air?!

Kids playing outside by themselves? This can only go well. I didn’t realise it at the time but episode 1x2 “Cut and Run” of The Bad Batch did exactly the same thing.

Oop that’s gone well.

Well Cut clearly hasn’t lost any of his skills from being a clone

Protective Dad Mode Engaged

Also, why is Protective Dad Mode always so damn hot. Hunter does the exact same thing.

Jesse, Hardcase and Kix just absolutely dismantling droids on their speeders

“Always something.” lmao

Cut punching the commando droid and immediately regretting it

So Rex is still just as deadly even with the use of only one arm.

Poor Rex getting strangled by a commando droid after falling through the floor. Also Cut shooting the droid that was choking Rex was a decidedly badass moment. Thought it did remind me of when Cody basically did the same thing for Crosshair in episode 2x3 ‘The Solitary Clone’ of TBB.

Grievous, did you just try to use a tactical dramatic cape drop on the master of dramatic cape drops himself?

Lol Obi-Wan’s little reach for Grievous. Nooooo come back and fight meeeeee.

Obi-Wan is so pissed that he didn’t get to capture his favourite arch nemesis. He’s having a little sulk. Cody is probably so tired of this shit.

That’s growth right there. Character development time for Rex.

Naw look at Rex riding off into the sunset. Cowboy Rex anyone?

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sleaterkinnie · 10 months

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@boobliker42069 i went to get coffee and this place was being run by a handful of teen girls and one emo teen in their cute little outfits and bitch when i tell you i ordered a simple iced americano. black coffee with ice. for FOUR DOLLARS and some change. then waited for like 15 minutes (THE PLACE WAS EMPTYY) while they were on their phones giggling until one of the girls was like OMG SOOOO SORRYYY WE HAD THIS MADE BUT IT WAS JUST SITTING HERE LOLLLL 😭😭!! im like omg nooo don't worry thank you so much :) girl i take a sip and it's the worst coffee ive ever had in my whole life. never trusting a trendy coffee shop AGAIN. i wanna walk in and see four baristas who don't even look at me and got bills to pay and hatefully give me the best cup of cheap coffee ive ever had in my life that may or may not have been spit in. i want the decor to be almost non-existent and the menu to be flickering because the backlights are going out. what has the world come to... chalkboard menus and high ceilings....

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thenationaltreasuregazette · 9 months

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Hey you feel like an expert and I've been looking for years.

Dr Chase's dress in the first film at the anniversary gala for the archives is absolutely gorgeous and I can't find anything about it anywhere. Do you know anything about the costuming of the film?

Also love the blog omg keep up the good work!!!

RE: Abigail's Dress

Hi Anon,

I am flattered that I seem like an expert, and that you've been enjoying the blog!

Unfortunately, I am the opposite of an expert when it comes to clothes, costuming, and fashion. Don't get me wrong, I love seeing other people analyze the costuming choices in film and tv, I just don't have much to add to the conversation.

That said, let's see if we can do some digging!

Digging ↓ (ft. answers!)

The first place I started was the thank yous at the end of the credits.

Right before the music credits is usually where the filmmakers thank significant contributors. For National Treasure we see a lot of places where they shot on location--the D.C., NYC, and Philadephia film offices, the National Archives and Washington D.C. public transit.

Also Knott's Berry Farm, which seems out of place until you learn that it features an exact replica of Independence Hall. This was used for some of the exterior shots of Ben carving the brick out of the wall in place of the real thing.

You'll also see Ferrari mentioned. This is for the promotional consideration of allowing one of their cars to appear in the film.

My thinking was that if the dress was designer, said designer might be thanked here as well.

But alas, no luck.

Clothes-from-film Sites

I turned to google, though from your question it seems like you've searched for this before, so I my expectations were not high.

There are plenty of sites where you can look up clothes worn in film and television, though National Treasure is old enough and, um... underrated enough that I didn't have any luck here. (Edge of History is another story. If anyone's looking for clothes featured there, you'll see plenty of results!)

Into the wilds of the web we go then.

The Miscellaneous Internet

On Anwers.com, I found this post that states the dress was made by the film's costume designer, Judianna Makovsky. (And is actually blue, not black!!????!)

The answer provides an address to an article titled "National Treasure: Diane Kruger A Dress For Action" on clothesonfilm.com.

Unfortunately, that link leads to no-no bad spam places, as clothesonfilm.com no longer exists.

However, I found that same article referenced on film clothes sourcing website spoturn.com.

A search for the article title turned up what appears to be the entire text of the article posted on a forum.

(Make sure to scroll down past the no-longer-hosted photos! The article stretches over several posts from user Lynn866)

I'll grab the bit that discusses the gala dress, but whole article is fantastic and definitely worth a read!

National Treasure: Diane Kruger, a Dress for Action by Lord Christopher Laverty 27 Nov 2009 ... Abigail on the other hand has probably spent an entire month’s salary on her outfit. The results of which are stunning: [Missing image, presumably of Abigail at the gala] Midnight blue silk gazar evening dress with matching lace overlay, fitted bodice with chiffon bow to waist, deep v-neck to front and back, full skirt with under-netting; short blue velvet jacket with flared sleeves, black high heel shoes, open toe with ankle straps; vintage ruby stone earrings. Although the dress looks black on screen it is actually midnight blue (slightly visible when Abigail leaves the Archives and backlight shines through the chiffon). This colour variation is possibly due to the demands of motion picture lighting. The former Prince of Wales, Edward VII, reputedly had two types of dinner suit on standby, a black for outdoor functions and a midnight blue for indoor. Under artificial light, dark blue can appear as black; a better black than black in fact. The dress’ luxury organza fabric is a crisp, heavy silk gazar from Paris with dyed lace to match; the jacket is blue silk velvet and chiffon. Based on an original design by Judianna Makovsky, the finished article was made by her long-time collaborator John David Ridge.

The earrings are:

Genuine 19th century Russian, they were supplied by L.A. based jewellery merchant Vicki Lynn. These earrings coolly offset the demureness of the dress, enlivening it with just a hint of glitz. That they date from the 1800s nods to Abigail’s love of history.

So. It appears the dress was custom made for the film by the costume designer.

However, if you absolutely have to have one, lizdress.com will apparently custom-make a number of film & tv outfits, including Abigail's dress.

Blue or Black?

Lord Christopher Laverty definitely knows better than I would, but just to corroborate the blue-for-black thing:

• "Rich Black" appears, well richly black, in print, but is not true black in a color theory sense.

• The Addams' Family house for the 1964 tv show was pink, because pink lended the right tone of eerie gray on black and white film.

• The Parthenon contains no straight lines to compensate for the eye's natural distortion so as to appear straight.

I'd argue that the dress was always intended to appear black, mostly based on how Abigail is framed to parallel Ben at so many points during the party/heist sequence.

This is a black tie event, and she's meant to appear as a natural part of the party's black and beige color palette. At no point is she staged as an Elle Woods type who is visually sticking out.

Conclusion

This article is a gold mine, and I'd definitely like to return to it from a character analysis point of view at some point! Thanks so much for helping me come across it.

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Fighting For Our Lives - Part I

Steve Harrington x gn!reader

request: Your request status isn’t on your page so idk if they’re open or not, but if they are, could you write something about reader protecting the kids from billy in the season 3 fight? And like getting the crap beaten out of her before Steve steps in and then fights billy and max knocks billy out, etc. just an idea, it’s probably have protective Steve and some good hurt/comfort.

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Thank you so so much for this request. Honestly, didn’t really know what to write but once I started, omg did the words just start flowing. So this is a two-parter. This one shows more of the action and violence with the comfort happening in the next part. A lot of confusing things will make sense in the next part 👀 Buckle up folks, it’s time to get your fight on...

summary: Season 2 Fight with Billy. A few hours ago, you thought a demogorgon only existed in D&D, how wrong you were. And now you’re here, fighting side-by-side with the people you would happily die protecting, and the one person you truly cared for.

warnings: violence, angst, fighting, injuries, swearing, eventual!hurt/comfort, protective!Steve, badassery everywhere

links: masterlist part two request

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There was a plan.

As the two cars pulled off the driveway, you kept relaying it over and over again in your head.

There was a plan.

A plan that was going to work.

Had to work.

And it was fucking bonkers.

You stood on the Byers’ porch surrounded by kids who were too young to be experiencing so much death and danger and pain. God, when you were there age you were just thinking about getting to high school, the confusing nature of adolescent bots and which film to rent with your mom on the weekend. But here they were, risking their lives day in and day out and no one would ever know.

You didn’t until about 5 hours ago when you’d gone to meet Nancy about the latest homework assignment and stumbled across Dustin, in his more-than-usual but slightly worse panicky state, and Steve holding a dainty bouquet of flowers. And so, you made sure they were ok, as you always do. The freaked out looks they gave back should’ve been the first clue that shit was going down. You had no idea what you walked into, but you in no way imagined that this is where it would led you to.

The six of you stood there, just staring as the cars backlights slowly disappeared down the dirt road. You realised there was no going back, no changing any of this. You just had to stay put and hope and pray it worked out. Cause if it didn’t… well, you weren’t ready to see what would happen.

Steve could sense the panic as your breathing quickened, becoming shallower by the minute. And when he looked over at you, he could see the tension emanating in your shoulders and forehead. He couldn’t help but worry that he had dragged you into this whole mess. This big, ugly, fucked-up mess.

Your thoughts swam in circles in your brain, slowly growing and inching deeper minute by minute. But a light touch to your hand brought you out of the whirlpool and as you looked up, you locked eyes with Steve. He felt the same way. The drowning. He understood.

You weren’t alone.

‘Is this really necessary?’

You heard Steve and Dustin bickering in the kitchen whilst trying to shove the dead, monster thing in the freezer. In front of you, Max and Lucas were sweeping up the glass shards from the floor and Mike was pacing like a mad man.

You knew why. He was going crazy, he’d just got Eleven back. Back from the dead no less. And now she was gone again on a mission that seemed as close to a death wish as you could get. But they were just kids, how could they know feelings like this.

You’d babysat most of these guys when they were babies. And now, seeing them here. Dealing with all of this, it scared you. More than you’d like to admit.

‘Mike, would you just stop already?’

Lucas’ outburst brought you back from the depths of your overthinking brain.

‘You weren’t in there ok, Lucas. That lab is swarming with hundreds of those dogs-’

‘DEMO-DOGS!’ Dustin corrected him from the kitchen. Now really was not the time for that.

You let out a small sigh and walked towards Mike, resting your hand on his arm. ‘The chief will take care of her Mike, you know he will.’ You began moving it up and down in an attempt to comfort him. This always worked when they were younger, so maybe it would help him now too.

‘Like she needs protection.’

‘Max…’ you breathed.

Steve came in from the kitchen, swinging a towel around in his hand. ‘Listen, dude, a coach calls a play in a game, bottom line, you execute it. All right?’

There he was, that good old Steve Harrington attitude. And for a second you felt safer, like everything that was happening wasn’t leading to the end of the world. But truthfully, you knew you couldn’t feel that way right now: ‘This isn’t really the time for sports analogies Steve…’

‘Exactly.’ Mike pointed to you with an outstretched hand. ‘And we’re not even on the game or on the bench-’

‘That wasn’t really what I meant.’ You took your hand off Mike and placed it over your eyes. These kids.

Steve stammered, ‘So my point is-’ You swore his eyes locked yours, searching for comfort, before they began flickering around the room. For a solid second, you all stood there. You and these four kids waiting for Steve Harrington to try and wiggle his way out of this one. ‘Right, yeah, we’re on the bench, so, uh,’ a smirk graced your lips, he was struggling against middle schoolers, ‘there’s nothing we can do.’

With a finality to his voice, he whipped the towel over his shoulder and your smirk became a full-on smile. How long had he been doing this type of thing with these kids? Cause he had the suburban-mom thing down.

‘That’s not entirely true.’

You all turned round to Dustin as he spoke.

‘I mean, these Demo-dogs, they have a hive mind. When they ran away from the bus, they were called away-’

‘So if we get there attention-’ Lucas.

‘Maybe we can draw them from the lab-’ Max.

‘Clear a path to the gate-’ Mike.

‘Yeah and then - WE ALL DIE.’

‘- We all die.’ You and Steve both said at the same time. Huh, maybe you guys had a hive mind. ‘I swear, you kids can be so smart and so stupid all at the same time. Truly, it’s quite frightening.’ You spoke to all of them. ‘Can you not see the danger or are you all too stubborn enough to care? We will all die.’

‘Well that’s your point of view.’ You gave Dustin a swift look and he immediately found a more interesting spot on the floor to look at.

Steve opened up his arms, the babysitter mode really taking over now. For some reason you felt your cheeks flush slightly. ‘No that’s not a point of view, man. That’s a fact.’

‘I GOT IT.’ Mike yelled and pushed his way through the group towards the kitchen. You began to follow before you spotted something from outside the window. You began walking towards the window slowly whilst the group clamoured around the house.

A light in the distance.

‘Hey, hey, HEY! This is not happening.’ Steve’s shouting and clapping made you turn back around. Mike went to interject but Steve took none of it this time. ‘No, no, no, no, no. No buts.’ That heat in your cheeks began to rise again, your heartbeat skipping a little. Damn, did you find this sexy. ‘I promised to keep you shitheads safe, and that’s exactly what I plan on doing.’

And the hands on the hips just made you want him just that little bit more.

‘We’re staying here. On the bench.’

Ok, the return of the sports analogy slammed you back into reality. Turning towards the window. The light you had seen earlier was now approaching. Fast.

‘Steve…’

‘And we’re waiting for the starting team to do their job.’

‘Steve?’ You kept trying to get his attention.

‘Does everybody understand that?’

‘This isn’t a stupid sports game.’ You began walking backwards, not taking your eye off the window.

‘I said does everybody understand that?’

‘Steve.’ This man.

‘I need a yes.’

‘STEVE!’ You pushed his elbow.

He finally turned around. As he did so he saw what you were looking at. The car speeding toward the house. A loud engine revved and the kids all came rushing over.

Max’s eyes widened and her breathing became uneven. ‘Max,’ you asked whilst placing a hand on her shoulder, ‘what is it?’

‘It’s my brother. He can’t know I’m here. He’ll kill me. He’ll kill us.’

At that moment, you and Steve looked at each other. You knew you had seconds to decide a plan of action but the determination in his eyes let you know he had a plan. And you weren’t gonna like it one bit.

You finally got it. The insane panic Mike felt earlier. Once Steve walked out of the front door. You got it. Not knowing what was happening. How they were. It could make you crazy.

You shouldn’t have got it, but you did. You and Steve had been getting closer. Something during this last year changed him. Whether it was his toxic relationship with Nancy or something else, you hadn’t known. Now you guessed it was all this, the putting his life in mortal danger everyday. That would really humble a guy.

Him and Nancy were amazing, just not amazing together. And it wasn’t until Nancy had started whatever-this-thing-was with Jonathon and given you the all-clear, even-though you insisted you didn’t need it (you absolutely, 100%, un-categorically didn’t like him like that), that you even admitted to yourself that Steve was becoming someone you wanted to know. Wanted to spend time with. In a more than friends way.

So you were here. In the Byers’ house. Trying to get four kids away from a big-ass window whilst finally understanding the sheer terror Mike had felt.

‘Come on guys, please. Just get away from the window.’ You tried to convince them not to pry or look but all your efforts were either ignored or met with pre-teen grunts.

‘Please!’ you shout-whispered, ‘Steve’s sorting it can you just-’

‘Shit! Did he see us?’

‘DUSTIN! What just happened?! Is he ok?’ You clamoured your way over to the window. Once you got there, you saw Billy beating the absolute crap out of Steve. All you wanted to do was run out there and save him. Beat the living daylights out of that badass-wannabe prick. But you had to protect the kids. That was what Steve had wanted you to do. So you damn well were gonna do it.

‘Come on, we gotta go.’ You rounded up the kids, your hands on Max and Lucas’ backs.

Suddenly, the door slammed open, you all turned around to face it and there he was. You whipped your arms out in front of the kids, holding them behind you.

Billy’s face burst into an evil smirk as his eyes flickered around before finally falling on you.

‘Y/N! What a pleasant surprise!’He took two, way too casual steps forward. ‘I shouldn’t be surprised really though. Harrington’s always got his little side piece around.’

Your heart-rate quickened and if looks could kill, he would already be five feet under when you were done with him. ‘Billy, you better get out of here or-’

‘Or what? You gonna beat me up? Yeah, your boyfriend just tried that… didn’t work out too well for him.’ He took two more steps forward, mere inches away from your face. You could smell the cigarette on his breath, warm and stale.

Before you knew it, you swung at him. Punching him square in the nose. The surprise of the action pushed him back a few steps. You released a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You pushed the kids further into the kitchen. They tried to push back, not wanting to leave you alone with him.

‘Guys, get out of here.’

‘Yeah, you better send them away,’ Billy regathered his balance as he lifted up his arms into a fight stance, ‘you don’t want them seeing this.’

It all kind of blurred. For the first few hits, you managed to dodge, the old football games with your brother when you were younger coming in handy. But it went downhill fast. Too fast for your liking. Cause when one minute you were standing up, the next you were on the floor. The world covered in a red filter as the blood pooled out from your eyebrow.

His foot slammed into your stomach. ‘Kids,’ you croaked out, ‘GO!’

You turned your face so you could see them going to get away. They were going to be ok.

At least that’s what you thought before the prick picked Lucas up by the neck.

‘NO!’ You screamed. But a solid kick to the stomach once again shut you up.

‘Lucas Sinclair. What a surprise.’

‘Billy, let him go! Go away!’ Max was whacking her brothers arms, trying to get him to let go of Lucas. You tried to push off the ground, your arms shaking as you did. He swung his head round to face her.

‘I thought I told you to stay away from him Max.’ He breathed in. ‘You disobeyed me. And you know what happens when you disobey me.’ Sharply, he moved his head back to focus on Lucas. ‘I break things.’

They were all shouting now. Lucas being pushed further into the kitchen.

Clashing glasses. ‘STOP!’ Crashing plates. ‘BILLY!’

With your last bit of energy, you pushed off the ground with everything you had. You were about to fall onto the floor face first again when you felt an arm take your weight. You looked up. And he was there.

For a second, your mind played through all the times you’d seen Steve. All the moments you were truly taken aback by him. And right now, his face seemed to make the world that much brighter. Or that was the concussion settling in.

He sat you upright before looking over you. Terror covering his features.‘Shit, Y/N, are you-’

‘The kids.’

You pointed towards the kitchen and he ran in.

‘So dead, Sinclair! You’re dead!’

‘No. You are.’ You heard the fight begin in the kitchen. You focused on getting up, they needed your help. These kids couldn’t fight Billy, even-though you’re 1000% sure they wanted to, and there was no way you were gonna leave Steve to fight this alone. You were in this together.

You got up. Feet meeting the floor that was still littered with smashed glass.

You heard a plate smash from the kitchen, a loud punch followed swiftly by Steve falling into the room.

Without hesitation, you ran infront of him. Arms ready to fight this son-of-a-bitch.

Billy pause. ‘Sweet.’ Then he smacked his head into yours. You stumbled backwards heavily. At that moment, Steve took his chance and swung at Billy, hitting him right in the jaw. Whilst the dizziness was not good, it was worth it if it gave Steve a fighting chance.

That feeling was short-lived as Billy planted his elbow into Steve’s head sending him straight onto the floor.

‘STEVE!’ The way his name left your lips. The scream. You didn’t even know you could make a sound that held such pain.

You made your way towards the kids. You didn’t want them to see this, you had to turn them away. But as you did, you spotted it.

The needle.

You and Max shared a look. You took the syringe in your hand and plunged it into his neck cleanly. Max strode towards Steve’s baseball bat, holding it strongly in her two hands.

‘The hell is this? What did you do?’ Billy cackled and fell to the floor. Max stood over him, bat in the air ready to strike.

‘From here on out, you leave me and my friends alone. Do you understand?’

‘Screw you.’ She swung, the screws of the bat embedding themselves into the floorboards. Right near his crown jewels. That’s my girl.

‘Say you understand! Say it! Say it!’

‘I understand’

‘What?’

‘I understand.’

And just like that, the fight was over. Billy finally passed out and you all stood there in shock at what just happened.

Quickly, you ran over to Steve who had also passed out on the floor. The two of you must look like a right old pair. Matching black eyes and nosebleeds for the win. But as you pushed his hair back off of his face, you just wish that none of this had happened. That you could’ve helped him more. Cause as you pulled him onto your lap, you didn’t know what to do next.

But as you sat there, assessing his injuries, you heard the jingling of keys. Looking up, you saw Max holding Billy’s car keys up before saying:

‘Let’s get out of here.’

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