#i swear i don't do the taylor swift thing on purpose

[hairmetal666]

Steve and Eddie don't like each other at first. Or, no, that's not quite right. They're still bonded from everything. They're friends, sort of, but they don't spend time together outside the group, have trouble talking one-on-one.

Steve doesn't think about it much. So, he and Eddie won't ever be real friends, okay. He's a little disappointed, but mostly he doesn't understand how he feels about the other guy. He's always anxious when Eddie's around, clumsy and stuttering, infected with Robin's tendency to nervous chatter. It doesn't make sense. It's just Eddie. But that's the thing. It's Eddie and Steve doesn't know how to act around him.

And Eddie? Well, he spends a lot of time avoiding Steve because the fucking cascade of butterflies he gets every time Harrington is around. He knows what it means, knows even he isn't immune to the Harrington charm, but he needs to be. He needs to keep his heart safe. So, he keeps his distance because Steve Harrington is not for him and never will be.

It changes during movie nights. First it's teasing Dustin and Mike, mocking whatever horrible movie the kids put on, and then it's inside jokes, and playful bickering, and evenings with just the two of them drinking beer and sharing joints.

Then it's August. It's too hot everywhere and Steve's parents are home, so they're in Steve's car, driving with no destination, a couple joints in Eddie's jacket pocket and a six-pack in the trunk. They're listening to a mixtape Eddie made Steve, a bunch of metal. Steve still doesn't get it but there are a couple of songs he enjoys. Rainbow in the Dark starts--this is one Steve likes, reminds him of Eddie and not just because it's Dio. Sun filters through foliage and into the car windows, backlighting Eddie's curls like he's some kind of deity, beautiful and ethereal, not part of this world.

Steve starts singing along to the music, can't help himself. His friend throws him a beaming smile, big enough that Steve thinks his heart stops. He smiles back. He and Eddie sing the rest of the song together, and Steve is...he's content. He's happy. He hasn't felt this way since--well fuck--since 1983. Their eyes meet again, gazes linger, warmth pools in Steve's chest and low in his stomach.

Oh. He thinks. That's what this is. It settles something inside him, the knowing.

Time passes, they get closer, share a bed most nights. Doesn't matter where as long as they're together. Sleep better this way, both of them.

They're at the trailer when it happens, sharing a joint, loosely tucked against each other in bed.

"I've never had a friend like you," Eddie says. His eyes stay fixed on the smoke he exhaled. "I know you and Robin are--like, I get it. But you're--for me--"

"Yeah," Steve agrees. He flushes from his chest to forehead. "For me too."

It's enough, they both think. They're standing on the edge of more have been for months, but this? This is good. There's no need to push, to force. They're hurt, Steve thinks. They're healing. And they have time.

Corroded Coffin plays their first show back at the Hideout in December. Steve's never seen Eddie like this, performing. His shirt is cropped and artfully torn, his jeans more rip than pants. He's wearing eyeliner and his hair is wild. And the way he moves, sinuous and sleek, hips thrusting in a tantalizing rhythm as he shreds on the guitar. Steve wants so badly he feels it in his teeth.

He finds Eddie smoking behind the Hideout after the set. His eye are too bright, his smile manic, the adrenaline keying him up to the highest setting of Eddie. Steve knows he matches the energy, can't help it.

Eddie throws himself into Steve's arms, wrapping around him tight enough that no space lingers. The musician presses his face into Steve's neck, nuzzling, lips pressing against his pulse point. They touch always, share a bed and cuddle, but never like this; nothing like this. Steve pulls Eddie closer, and groans at the mutual swivel of their hips.

Eddie's breath comes in panting bursts, and Steve thinks, "here it is, finally, finally," but the door next to them bangs open and they jump apart at the noise.

Their friends and the rest of the Corroded Coffin guys come out, frolicking and shouting, complimenting Eddie on the show. If anyone noticed them embracing, notices the way they both adjust their clothing to hide their matching arousal, they don't say anything.

Steve wakes early the next morning, early enough that Eddie doesn't even stir beside him, hair wild and eyeliner smeared.

He gets out of bed, starts breakfast, chocolate chip pancakes and bacon, Eddie's favorite. He's so intent on cooking that he doesn't hear the other man come up behind him, doesn't realize he's even awake until a warm body presses to his back, long-fingered hands slipping under his t-shirt, tracing the scars on his stomach. He leans into it without a thought. They touch all the time, but they don't touch like this.

"Watcha making, sweetheart?" Eddie whispers.

"Your favorite," Steve answers.

Eddie makes a little sound, almost a whimper, and presses his face to Steve's neck. Steve lifts his chin, leaning into Eddie and offering more. Warm lips press against his jaw, down to the moles on his throat. A moan slips from his lips as he grinds his ass into Eddie's hardness. The other man groans, grabbing at Steve's hips.

Somewhere in the press of their bodies, Steve has the presence of mind to turn. He lifts his hands, cups Eddie's jaw, thumbs caressing the stubbled, scarred skin of his cheeks. "Okay?" He asks. His voice shakes.

Eddie's eyes are wide, shining, and he swallows hard. Steve knows he's overwhelmed, knows that the words won't come. Instead, Eddie nods, and finally finally they kiss.

Steve is flying. His blood soars in his veins, his heart lifts off. It was always supposed to be this. Always supposed to be them.

It was slow. It was easy. It was small jokes, and long looks, and little touches, and singing in cars and best friends and sharing beds.

His heart belonged to Eddie Munson for months. It will belong to him forever.

#steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #oneshot #ficlet #mutual pining #falling in love slowly #first kiss #getting together #acquaintances to friends to lovers #sing along #mixtapes #roadtrip #sharing a bed #hurt/comfort #there's a tiny bit of smut #slow burn #this is only vaguely inspired by you are in love by taylor swift #i swear i don't do the taylor swift thing on purpose #i just listen to music and have ideas

[mcflymemes]

THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT - THE ANTHOLOGY BY TAYLOR SWIFT PROMPT LIST *  assorted lyrics from the album, some lines slightly adapted for meme purposes but feel free to adjust as necessary

even if it's handcuffed, i'm leaving here with you.

trust me. i can handle a dangerous man.

i love you. it's ruining my life.

does it feel all right to not know me?

i am who i am 'cause you trained me.

quick. tell me something awful.

i loved you the way that you were.

we were just kids, babe.

i can fix him.

you and i go from one kiss to getting married.

you said i'm the love of your life.

way up there, i actually love it.

i just don't understand how you don't miss me.

do you hate me?

did you think i had it in me?

what if i told you i'm back?

i still miss the smoke.

i'm not trying to exaggerate, but i think i might die if it happened.

you look like stevie nicks.

it's hell on earth to be heavenly.

i still can't believe it.

this happens once every few lifetimes.

didn't you hear? they called it all off.

it's happening again.

my friends say it isn't right to be scared.

i might just die.

fuck you if i can't have us.

tell me about the first time you saw me.

are you gonna marry, kiss, or kill me?

no one's ever had me... not like you.

stay away from her.

there wouldn't be this if there hadn't been you.

i don't think you've changed much.

that's where i was when i lost it all.

life was always easier on you than it was on me.

i hoped you'd return.

do you believe me now?

what if your eyes looked up and met mine one more time?

what are the chances you'd be downtown?

is it something i did?

oh, we must stop meeting like this.

they say what doesn't kill you makes you aware.

i'm not a donor, but i'd give you my heart if you needed it.

looking backwards might be the only way to move forwards.

the story isn't mine anymore.

what a charming saturday!

none of it is changing.

wild winds are death to the candle.

one bad seed kills the garden.

i'm bitter, but i swear i'm fine.

this place made me feel worthless.

i didn't want to come down.

everything had been above board.

blood's thick, but nothing like a payroll.

you can mark my words that i said it first.

the professor said to write what you know.

all of this to say, i hope you're okay.

your words are still just ringing in my head.

i built a legacy which you can't undo.

who do i have to speak to to change the prophecy?

the effects were temporary.

no, i'm not coming to my senses.

babe, you gotta fake it 'til you make it.

you know you're good when you can even do it with a broken heart.

i guess a lesser woman would've lost hope.

thought of calling you, but you won't pick up.

you're a professional.

long may you reign.

you're an animal. you are bloodthirsty.

now i seem to be scared to go outside.

i don't believe in good luck.

i hate it here.

if i'd been there, i'd hate it.

only the gentle survived.

i'm lonely, but i'm good.

you have no room in your dreams for regrets.

i thought it was just goodbye for now.

are you still a mind reader?

let it once be me.

i haven't decided yet.

i still dream of him.

i'm so afraid i sealed my fate.

it was always the same searing pain.

i can't forgive the way you made me feel.

it wasn't a fair fight or a clean kill.

she used to say she wished that you were dead.

tell me all your secrets.

they tried to warn you about me.

you're in terrible danger.

i'm the life you chose.

yes, i'm haunted, but i'm feeling just fine.

no one asks any questions here.

tell me i'm despicable. say it's unforgivable.

i'm running back home to you.

you should see your faces.

you knew the price going in.

was any of it true?

who the fuck was that guy?

i don't ever want you back.

did you sleep with a gun underneath out bed?

you don't get to tell me you feel bad.

you wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me.

am i allowed to cry?

there's no such thing as bad thoughts. only your actions talk.

they're going to crucify me anyway.

i know i'm just repeating myself.

that's the closest i've come to my heart exploding.

#taylor swift #the tortured poets department #ttpd #rp memes #rp meme #mcflymemes #rp prompt #roleplay memes #roleplay prompt #rp starters #ask meme #ask memes #roleplay meme #roleplay inbox prompts #rp inbox meme #inbox prompt #inbox meme #sentence starter prompt #sentence starter #sentence starters #oopsie

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the way house of leaves has been revived for a cult following is so funny. it's completely backwards! it was a music industry book. the singer poe, who made waves with her debut for having a few tracks produced by j dilla and then if i remember correctly doing a 500+ show tour, essentially tanked her career to promote the book (written by her brother)

not like on purpose but it was supposed to be a paired project and there was a remix with a book excerpt read by mark (the kyrie bmw sex scene) and like, i don't know, a tie-in website -- but then her label got sold or merged or acquired and the project was eventually cancelled after languishing in limbo for a few years. there's also an aspect of this where like, a texas oil executive posed as a friend of her late father (possibly true) in order to manipulate legal proceedings (?) to ultimately own her writing and recording copyrights post-acquisition (dubious allegation, which also relies on her having signed away both types of copyright to her label in the first place, arguably a larger problem spanning the whole industry, even today, still coming up in legal proceedings from kesha and taylor swift and so on)

anyway the album (haunted) and the book were both inspired by the same event (death of their father, tad danielewsky -- as an aside, a professor of theater at brigham young university). the album features samples from a box of cassette tape recordings of his voice. and also some fake samples from a couple of guys pretending to be tad danielewski with an obviously ridiculous accent and a couple of kids pretending to be her as a kid. and it takes place inside the house. the growl is there and everything i swear

it really was one of the top tier 90s concept albums (it was released in 2000 actually) but it is usually FAR too much to handle for casual listening and a lot of it comes across difficult for being so sincere and so unfocused (it is a love letter to her dead father where one of the songs is a list of places she's gotten fucked, because, uh, this is a conversation she wanted to have with him. shrug). and yet it's hard not to take it as it is because it's so consistently well produced

so i know nobody's computer comes with a cd player anymore but to read the book without listening to the paired album implicitly packed in the back of the book jacket is kind of like missing the whole point. there's a whole second act of rashomon you guys are missing. and a third act hello the etsy teleplays. ANYWAY the point i wanted to make is that there are a couple of things about the album sticking to the roof of my mouth as being somehow prescient. there's a distorted "why (are you) so serious" sample that would have come across VERY differently post-joker, but there's also "tell me something dangerous and true," a far more interesting variation on the theme currently circulating. and i'm speaking to an empty room here because it's only the celibate 60% of this website who is reading the book because it allows them a patina of literary validity and several nested unreliable narrators to distance themselves from the sex scenes, but haunted is very authentically, directly and exclusively written in first person and to be honest it fucks too hard for you guys. i'm sorry

#house of leaves

[infinitywrites]

I Didn't Expect You Part 3 ~ Conrad Fisher

(Part 2) (Masterlist) (Part 4)

synopsis: Y/N never expected it to be the summer that everything changed. Conrad, Belly and Steven were all dealing with the consequences of recent break ups while Jeremiah's wasn't acting like himself. Susannah was undergoing treatment that provided unpredictable health results and kept her loved ones on the edge of tragedy. Had they drained the well of the magic of Cousin's beach? Or could something new fulfil it again?

warnings: multichapter slow burn, warnings will update with every chapter, timeline is both POST S2 and a retelling of S2 with changes, everyone swears A LOT, 4th of July party, THIRST, Cam Cameron, Taylor Jewel, Nicole (sorry to this Queen), Gigi, Marisa and girlfriend, Dara, Conrad's friend Danny (made this character into my own thing), hints of Belly/Jeremiah, I don't know shit about sports

word count: 4,058

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You brush past me in the hallway

And you don't think I, I, I can see ya, do ya?

But what would you do if I went to touch you now?

What would you do if they never found us out?

'Cause I can see you waitin' down the hall from me

And what would you do, baby, if you only knew?

That I can see you

It was finally here; the reason we'd all come back to Cousin's this summer at all. Susannah's famous 4th of July party was underway in all its glory despite the setbacks of the past year. Everyone had spent the day before running errands and putting up decorations, preparing appetizers and double checking the rest of the seafood catering while the woman of the hour sat on her chaise lounge and orchestrated it all to perfection. I barely talked to Belly and Steven that day let alone Conrad but it wasn't awkward when we were sent on a few errands together or standing side by side chopping veggies again. We all had a common purpose and it felt good. The five of us joined Belly on her night swim before bed that night to clean off the remnants of a productive day.

I pulled out my black swimsuit from the top drawer the next morning and was stopped in the doorway to the bedroom by Belly. "What is that?"

I looked at her for a second, confused before answering, "I'm gonna change into my suit after I shower." I attempted to leave again but she wouldn't move. Belly shook her head and muttered a handful of no no no's. I sighed dramatically, "What's your issue, girly?"

"Why did we go shopping for new bikinis if you aren't gonna wear yours? I learned about complimenting colours for you and look!" She rushed into the bedroom, pulled out the purple one that Taylor had treated her to for her birthday and the coral one hidden at the bottom of my top drawer. Belly held them up together to show me and I could tell she was moments from an adolescent tantrum. "Come on, it's the 4th and they're so pretty! Don't make me do it alone."

"Wear your Speedo with me then!"

"If you brought a cuter one piece, I'd compromise but you only brought two suits and only one of them is cute." She shrugged like it was the most obvious thing in the world and she's biding her time until I gave in.

She wasn't not wrong but that doesn't mean I made it easy for her. "What has Taylor done to you? We're here for less than a week, what do I need more suits for?"

"For the party, Y/N! You brought this one for the party so don't back down now."

I took the first step and grabbed it from her hands at least as I contemplated. "I feel kinda slutty…"

Belly translated, "Which means you look hot in it, amazing. I agree."

"Who are you right now?"

"Make sure you tell Taylor, she's gonna be so proud of me." She turned away from me to rustle through her drawers and assemble her outfit.

"Belly. It's a family party."

"Other people will be there! Jere said Cam's coming, Dara, Marisa and her girlfriend and then Conrad said something about Danny too. I invited Nicole but she said she wasn't sure and then my dad should be here with Taylor any minute. Lots of people not related to us." She wasn't even looking at me anymore and I didn't know if she'd just gotten good at this or she'd realized that she'd always had me wrapped around her little finger.

I sighed, "If I bring this with me, can I please shower now?"

Belly tosses the next words over her shoulder, mood changed on a dime from her dramatic pout. "Hurry up! Everyone will be here soon."

I groaned dramatically to try and get a final rise out of her but she was in her own world, discovering the perfect holiday fit.

Taylor did congratulate Belly when she arrived even when I insisted I hadn't made my mind up yet on what I was wearing under my dress. It was fun getting ready with the girls again, trading new makeup hacks and exchanging jewelry and shoes like we'd always done in the summers. There were last minute adjustments to our outfits only caught by an objective opinion. We'd all decided that red, white and blue was out this year and we committed to pink, purple and green instead. Taylor said they were meant to stand out and own it. I just always hated red against my skin tone.

I was the last one to get downstairs to greet Uncle John and the 'debs' as we affectionately called them since last summer. Susannah was set up on the outdoor couch in a floppy white sun hat and linen set that made her look like she should be vacationing in someone more tropical. The group of us had perfected the unspoken rotation of checking in with her, refilling her drink or keeping her snacks stocked. She seemed quite happy to lay around and watch the party unfold before her eyes.

Belly dropped her jaw in a silent scream when she saw me in my coral bikini covered up by my sheer white cover dress and squealed as she clapped her hands together, "See? Compromise!"

I just rolled my eyes and prayed no one was paying attention to her insanity. "Yeah, yeah. You look cute too." Her and Taylor were the cut off shorts sisters and they worked it.

The food was incredible, the decorations held up in the breeze and it seemed like we'd pulled it off. We'd managed a normal but perfect set up for Susannah's favourite holiday.

"I probably shouldn't have fucked Liam Meyer again but other than that hot girl summer is a go." The group of girls were sitting by the pool, dipping their feet in or laid back in the lounge chairs while Steven and Jeremiah were already swimming around and dunking each other. I'd always liked Nicole for the most part (if I forgot about her nasty revenge streak) but I would have liked to know less about her sex life. I was the only one though because the rest of the girls were giggling and eager to hear more stories from her.

Belly agreed, "I hear you. I swore to myself I wouldn't get tied down this summer."

Nicole looked surprised but impressed and Taylor smiled at Belly happily, "She's branching out from the Fisher family this year, right Cinderbelly?"

Belly shoved her arm and looked around to see if anyone heard. "Shut up! But…yeah, I guess."

"Good for you, girl. No need to settle for one summer boy when there's lots to choose from…at this party alone." Marisa's eyes were across the pool where Cam Cameron and Danny walked into the yard and waved their hellos around. The girl's attention was distracted by them for a moment.

Belly laughs, "I meant more like eating as much ice cream as I wanted and skipping shaving my legs a few days in a row."

Nicole looks at her friends before nodding, "I mean…that's cute too."

"Hot girl summer can mean whatever you want, Bells." I couldn't hold it back but tried to keep my tone as light as possible and Taylor shot me a grateful smile.

Nicole looked right at me like I must have read her mind, "Exactly. Mine just means the sampling platter of the finest dick that Cousin's Beach has to offer."

Her eyes focused over my shoulder and her mischievous smile grew as she spoke. The girls facing her way giggled loudly and I turned to look at what they saw. It was all the guys climbing out of the pool, looking fucking good because of course they did. I wasn't completely oblivious no matter what Taylor thought. Except Steven because gross but he was definitely being looked at by everyone that wasn't his blood relative. Conrad must have come out of hiding too because there he was, right in the middle of the group pushing the wet hair out of his eyes and laughing at something his friend said. Danny Wilder, who was tall and broad and looking damn good this summer.

I didn't even notice how my head tipped to the side until Taylor smacked my arm and gasped a wicked laugh. "OhmiGod, she's human after all!"

I laughed, "Shut up! You know what? Apparently I'm the only one with balls too." I got up and shrugged my shoulders at them before making a beeline to refill my drink and grab two towels before I spotted Cam and gently hip checked him to get his attention.

He was talking to Danny but quickly flashed his wide smile, "YN!"

I handed them each a towel and smiled back. Danny muttered a quick thanks before being dragged away by Conrad. I thought I heard him complain about why he didn't get towel service. I refocused my attention, "I'm so glad you came."

"Me too. Mrs. Fisher hosts the best parties."

"Good to know you're still as smart as you are sweet." He blushes and smiles. I stepped a bit closer to him and lowered my voice so hopefully he'd be the only one to hear. "Hey, I hope this isn't weird but I didn't get a chance to say anything after you and Belly–"

The poor guy looked so worried for a second, "Oh, that's totally cool now. Belly and I are good."

"No, that's what I mean. You were so great to her in every way and when– Just as someone who loves her and worries about her, you couldn't have handled that situation better. So thank you."

He shrugs as his smile spreads across his face again. "Ah, I got a good mom."

"Never change, Cam Cameron." I held his forearm gently and shook him in the mock threat.

"I'll remember that, Y/N. Thanks."

I nodded, "Can I get you anything? There's frozen virgin margaritas this time."

That sparked his interest. "Oh, actually…"

"Right? My idea and I'm very proud." I walked him over to the drinks table and swore I could feel a prickling on my neck. I looked over my shoulder to check my surroundings but there was nothing out of the ordinary.

The gang started to mingle a bit more after I broke the ice and I saw Cam giggling at something Dara said, Taylor and Steven were essentially beating each other up and if it wasn't so quintessentially them I might have worried. Jeremiah was sitting next to Belly on a lounge chair, trying to cheer her up no doubt. He'd always had a sixth sense for when she needed it most and he'd perfected how to make her smile. He was holding her hands in his lap and her smile was starting to light her face back up. I was smiling at the display when I went to find my own seat and got a glimpse of Nicole trailing her fingers up and down Conrad's abs. I took back what I thought earlier; she had steel ones.

Danny glanced in my direction and we exchanged quick smiles before he looked back at Conrad, who didn't look as happy about Nicole's bold moves as I expected. Next thing I knew, Danny was leaning against the table in front of me and when I looked back in Conrad's direction, he was shooting daggers of betrayal through his eyes at his friend who'd abandoned him. Danny Wilder was either stone cold or completely oblivious.

"Hey." Definitely oblivious if I judged that sweet smile correctly.

"Hi." I couldn't help but smile back again.

"I just, uh, wanted to say thank you for the towel. I didn't know your hostess skills were at the 'anticipation of needs' level." Just when the smile was drifting off my face, it came back with a vengeance.

"I mean, I was taught by the best." I gestured towards Susannah on her couch throne and noticed Conrad looking over his shoulder at us with a look of bewildered disgust. He was such a fucking drama queen and all it really made me want to do was flirt with his cute friend more.

Danny's focus was steadfast, unlike my own and it was exhilarating. He deserved my undivided attention. "That's true. You could pass it down the family line or charge for your services."

My eyes narrowed but the smile didn't leave my face, "You wanna pay me to bring you a towel?"

He paused and contemplated, "Yeah, that sounded way better in my head." The thing about Danny was that he was smart, as smart as Conrad or Steven but he wasn't trying to prove anything. If he said something stupid, his ego was never bruised and he was the first one to laugh at himself, not unlike sweet Cam Cameron who embraced his awkwardness and seemed to grow more into his own confidence every day.

I decided to throw him a bone, "How's school?"

He took a deep breath, "It's…a lot but I knew that going in. I mean, I love it so…"

"You're lucky." The sincerity between us was refreshing. Conversations with him had always been easy.

"Actually, I'm playing a little around Cousin's if you wanna come check it out. Conrad's supposed to play backup if he decides to get off his ass this summer." The idea piqued my interest. I could never call myself a baseball fan but baseball players…

"I never agreed to that!" At the mention of his name, Conrad yelled his interruption and practically galloped over to where we stood.

He claimed his territory by slinging his arm around Danny's shoulders and plastering on a smile that didn't reach his eyes right in my direction. "Besides, what the fuck are you guys talking about me for? I thought you were flirting."

We were embarrassed for exactly two seconds before we exchanged exasperated gestures at Conrad's fuckery. Danny shoved him and I rolled my eyes, "Fuck off, bro."

Conrad laughed in his direction, "Jeez, sorry. Y/N is leaving on Monday anyway. So too bad, so sad."

Danny's face falls in disappointment, "Shit, really? I thought you guys usually stayed for the summer."

I shrugged and regretted the short term plans for the first time since I'd gotten there. "Yeah, it's just been a busy year."

Danny nodded in understanding and Conrad looked between us before shouting at the top of his lungs, "Who's down for chicken?"

I narrowed my eyes at him, "You hate chicken." Everyone around them was hooting and hollering in agreement.

"No, you hate chicken. Let's go!" His crazy eyes had gotten out of control and I wasn't convinced he didn't suggest it just to piss me off. So I sat down on the pool's edge in protest and Danny asked if he could join me. We watched the first few rounds and I decided it was a way better game to watch than to play. No bruises on your arms or thighs from overzealous team members and I could even stay dry if I wanted.

Taylor tried to claim Steven at one point but he dodged her, "Not this time, Taylor. I want a fighting chance." He swam over to my direction and I sighed. He smiled expectantly, "Come here, you."

"You know I'm not good at this game."

"You're better than Taylor."

Taylor splashed him, "I can't believe you're being mean right now." She swam away and I resigned myself to my fate.

Steven splashed Taylor back but he was too close to Danny and we got sprayed . "Shit! I'm an idiot, sorry guys." I stood up to take my cover dress off before I slid into the pool. I saw Danny wave Steven off as he laughed.

I splashed him back gently and smiled, "It's fine. Go ask Cam if he's down."

"Oh, excellent idea."

I shouldn't have been surprised that it ended up being a chicken tournament in the end. There were too many varsity athletes at this party. Belly and Conrad alone could have been the driving competitive force so when I kicked him in the chest on accident, he said he was making it his mission to take me out. Jeremiah and Belly were a formidable team which surprised no one no matter how much shit his brother gave him. The teams weren't set at first but the strongest pairs stuck together after a while. Cam and Dara bowed out early due to weak arms and bad balance, their words, but they were giggling when they admitted it. Belly was determined to get Marisa and her girlfriend, Sarah eliminated as soon as possible which took a while but in true Conklin fashion, was a success. Taylor had abandoned the whole thing for snacks and I was so jealous.

Next up was Conrad and Nicole against Steven and I and as much as I wanted to do my best for Steven, expectations were low. Cam had taken up the mantle of announcer while Danny handled the scoreboard and refereeing. Nicole and I climbed onto the boys shoulders and looked at each other to exchange a friendly smile.

"Ooh! Here, let me help you with that." Nicole brushed Conrad's wet bangs from his forehead and he muttered a thanks. It looked like him and Steven were having a silent conversation.

"I thought you quit football last year, Con? I swear I've got more wiggle room up here than last year." She then made her point by wiggling her hips in place. The stones.

My brows raised against my will, I stifled a chuckle and tried to cover the reaction by joining in, "Funny, I think you lost weight, Stevie."

"If you think I won't dunk you right now…" Steven threatened as Conrad laughed at his expense.

Cam made his round announcement and read off the current score from Danny's phone. I squared myself on Steven's shoulders and took a deep breath while the boys shit talked until it got ridiculous.

"I'm gonna make you hate this game even more than you already do, Y/N!" Conrad spat and I just stared back at him for a second before I heard Cam yell 'GO!'.

I almost had that shit in the bag, Steven laughing maniacally, and Conrad must have known it too because all of the sudden when Nicole was starting to tip, I was distracted by a ticklish feeling on the bottoms of my feet under the water. I tried to squirm away while concentrating on the game but ultimately, I squirmed right off Steven's shoulders and into the water.

"What the fuck, Y/N?" Steven exclaimed in defeat and went to complain to Danny and Cam.

"You fucking cheater…" I came up from the water and spluttered. Conrad was laughing and high fiving Nicole.

Next thing I knew he was holding his hand out to me, "Come 'ere. I'll try and give you a fighting chance. You're embarrassing yourself at this point."

I scoffed at his offer, "Fuck off, I took Taylor down!"

I had no intention of replacing Nicole on his team but he grabbed me around the middle and dragged me along with him as he nodded placatingly, "There's the energy we need! Keep that up."

I wondered if Nicole had told him she wanted an out because when I looked around the pool I saw her getting out entirely.

Conrad whistled, "Jere! You and me, let's go. Pick your best fighter." The fucker wasn't wrong and we did beat Belly and Jeremiah. It was the first time I knocked Belly off balance but I still didn't know what Nicole was talking about, Conrad wasn't any bigger or stronger this summer. There were better ways to hit on him.

In the end, the championship went to Belly and Jeremiah even after mine and Conrad's temporary victory. They both shoved it in Conrad's face mercilessly and I couldn't help but enjoy every second. He called me a traitor when I wasn't shy about how much joy it gave me to see him lose even if I was right there along with him. Luckily it didn't trigger a bad mood like it might have done a few years prior and we all celebrated with crab legs and cake.

I was tossing my paper plate into the trash when Danny found me again equipped with puppy dog eyes, "I feel bad."

"Cause I lost the chicken tournament? Don't. Conrad's the one who needs someone to help nurse his war wounds." I nodded in his direction where he was chugging a margarita.

Danny looked back at him and chuckled softly, "Oh, believe me I know."

Conrad called from a few feet away, "I'm still pissed at you for dropping the ball!"

His focus turned back to me, "But that's not why. You asked me about school and that idiot interrupted before I could reciprocate. So are you excited? Stanford, right?"

I was surprised he remembered. "Good memory. I'm excited, I'm just also…trying not to think about it at all, you know? I don't wanna freak myself out."

"Oh, no. Believe me. That's smart. It's a lot of pressure and you gotta move to the west coast on top of everything." He nodded and blew out a breath.

I narrowed my eyes as my smile grew, "Are you saying, hot shot pitcher destined to go pro, Danny Wilder, was nervous about starting at Northeastern?"

Danny blushed and it looked good against his tan skin. He tried to laugh through it but before he could respond Conrad poked his head between us again. It was inevitable.

"Did he tell you that he sweat through his new uniform in the first practice?" Danny's shoulders slumped as his head turned towards Conrad's grin. "Honestly, bro, you should probably get that checked out."

I just focused my gaze at the grass for a moment before I tore into Conrad again. But it wasn't necessary.

Danny squared his shoulders as he looked at his friend, "You're just pissed because you gave up your football scholarship and went pre med instead. Not to mention your fastball was always a half second behind mine." Danny shrugged at his expense and I saw the moment Conrad froze. He scoffed and pushed his friend too hard to pretend it was a joke anymore.

My eyes closed as I sighed and I was treated to the sight of poor Danny's bewildered face when I opened them, calling out to his friend. "Connie, come on, man…"

We watched him stalk back into the house. "Ignore him. He's been like that for a while."

Danny was still focused on Conrad's path, "Do you think…? He knows he's a great ball player. I swear, I say that shit to him all the time."

I did my best to reassure him, "I know. You didn't do anything wrong, I promise."

He finally looked back at me and sighed. "Okay. Only because you said so."

"Wow. Some power I have." The spirit of our back and forth had lost most of its momentum.

"I'd say but uh, could you go check on him anyway? Maybe I'm just soft but I'm gonna feel shitty until he comes back and I think you could convince him." His brown eyes were pleading and it was so unfair. He was pulling a Steven.

I scoffed a laugh and meant to say under my breath, "Why does everyone think I'm the Conrad whisperer all of a sudden?"

Danny furrowed his brow in confusion, "Sorry?"

I mentally slapped myself out of my own thoughts and nodded in his direction. There was no way I was ever getting out of this. "Only because you're such a good friend. He barely deserves you."

The sincerity in his voice was so pure it hurt. "Thank you. I'll take that as a compliment…I think." A real smile came out at the end and it brought out mine too.

"You should."

"If it helps, tell him I'm an idiot and his arm was always better than mine." Danny pauses for a moment, "Which isn't true but…" He made a shushing gesture and I laughed softly.

"Yeah, not a chance. I draw the line at inflating his ego."

His eyebrow quirked up, "But not mine?"

I debated with myself for a moment, "Uh, to be determined, I guess."

Danny hummed, "Okay. Good luck."

The laugh that escaped my lips wasn't as sincere as he was as I focused on the sliding door, "I'm gonna need it."

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author's note: I hope you enjoyed part 1 of 4th of July! I ended up having to cut in half but that means part 4 is coming so soon! I'm making shit up about sports and other things I don't know a lot about in this fic and I've accepted it so I hope you can join me 😅. Thank you again for the support 💙💚💛🧡. Reply with comments and let me know if you wanna be added to my taglist. If you'd like to ask me about any upcoming chapter warnings you wanna be warned of ahead of time (angst? 18+ smut?) then come visit my blog with any questions and I'll be happy to answer!

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[michelleleewise]

I'm sorry but I have to share the emotions I'm feeling right now with someone and I chose you as my victim (love you!)

Quick question, but are you ever listening to a song and imagine a little music video for it in your brain, it's like a movie and everything

Okay well my brain just did a thing with:

The Last Time by Taylor Swift ft. Gary Lightbody

just imagined a duet between y/n and Loki

Just pure angst in my head right now, I'm talking tears, broken whiskey glass on the floor, camera spinning around both of them getting multiple angles

(I swear I'm fine LOL just dramatic)

Hiiiiiiii!!!!!! I've missed you!!!! And I will always be your willing victim (love you too!)

I have actually done that! More then Iike to admit lol but if you were looking for angst look no further!!! Ask and ye shall receive 😁😈💚 here we go.....

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The Last Time.....

Pairing: Loki x female reader

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, established relationship, toxic relationship, yelling, swearing, breaking things, all the angst, ambiguous ending.....

Summary: You and Loki have been on and off for awhile, but when you truly love someone when i enough enough.....

A/n- aaaahhh!!! Finally getting to my asks!! Woop woop!!! And........a new pic for you as well....😁😁😁

You sat on the floor in your room putting the last of his clothes in a box. It wasn't the first time he had left without a word, in fact he had made a habit of it but this time felt different. What was months had turned into a year. You sighed closing the box grabbing the tape when you heard a knock at the door. "He's early." You said looking at your phone as you jumped up you hurrying downstairs when another knock sounded at the door "coming thor!" You called out reaching the bottom of the stairs you made it to the front door, grabbing the handle you pulled it open freezing at the site in front of you.

"Thor hmm?" He snarled looking down at you. "Loki...what do you want?" You snapped crossing your arms watching his shoulders slump "may I please come in darling?" He asked quietly, the deep emerald of his eyes boring into you. "I...I don't know." You said looking down at your feet "please love i...I needed to speak to you." He said taking a step closer to you. Taking a deep breath you looked back up at him "fine, but only for a minute." You said opening the door wider stepping aside as he walked in, his long purposeful strides leading him to the living room as you shut the door following behind him. "I see you've changed the house a bit." He said sliding the sleeves of his leather jacket up revealing his forearms you looked around remembering the day you got rid of his reading chair and replaced it with an end table "what do you need Loki?" You asked standing on the other side of the room.

He ignored your question as he went into the kitchen, rummaging through the cabinets he came back with a bottle of whiskey and a glass "it's good to see you too." He snarked sitting on the couch pouring himself a drink. "Look Loki, I don't know why your here or..." you were cut off watching him down the drink in one gulp before slamming the glass down "how long?" He asked pouring another "how long what?" You asked furrowing your eyebrows "my brother....how long?" He asked again his eyes meeting yours "we aren't....he was coming over to pick up your things." You said, your voice raising at his accusation. "Ah, so I leave for a bit and you just move on?" He asked waving his hand at where his chair had previously been. "Loki it's been a year!" You yelled, your anger beginning to rise the longer he was there.

"Yes, and I had assumed the woman who said she loved me would wait for me." He sneered downing another drink "to be honest, when i found myslf at your door, like evey other time I pictured you in your room...alone...awaiting my return." He said, his eyes meeting yours again, a sadness in them you hadn't seen before "and when you opened the door and your eyes met mine...everthing felt...better again." He said looking back down at his glass "I always come back do I not?" He asked quietly, his voice shaking.

And right before your eyes, i'm breaking,

No past, no reasons why, Just you and me,

"Yes, you come back until things become too real for you!" You yelled feeling your eyes burn "until things get to serious and then your off again." You said crossing your arms. "I just...you always put everything else before me!" He yelled standing up. "What? My job....my responsibilities!?" You yelled back waving your arms "you know very well what I mean, do not play coy with me!" He yelled. You took a step back remembering the last time he left "oh, so this is about your insecurities." You sneered watching him shake his head. "You do not understand the hold you have on me!" He yelled throwing his glass to the floor shattering it into pieces making you step back "You could beak my heart in the blink of an eye if you choose to, so yes...I left before you could." He snapped "and broke mine instead?" You pushed back "I only wanted to be at the top of your list, not your pastime." He said shaking his head.

"So you find yourself at MY door, like all the times before wearing your best apology but you know what Loki?" You sighed shaking your head pushing a piece of glass away with your foot "all those times I let you back in, I allowed you to consume me and you left...I watched you leave over and over to go god knows where and do God knows what and with who." You said feeling a tear steam down your cheek looking up into his eyes "i only ever wanted to be your priority loki, to be at the top of YOUR list, but all I ever got was you going, and breaking my heart everytime you did." You said unable to keep your voice from shaking.

And right before your eyes, I'm aching

Run fast, nowhere to hide, just you and me

"Y/n, this the last time I'm going to ask you, put me at the top of your list, make me a priority in your life," Loki said taking a step closer to you "I will not let you continue to break my heart." He said sternly making you look up at him "that is the last time you tell me it's me! The last time you tell me I've got it all wrong!" You yelled taking a step closer to him, his large frame towering over you "this will be the last time I tell you it's been you all along, it was not." He said seeing a tear stream down his cheek you closed your eyes "this is the last time I let you in my door Loki...i...I can't..." you trailed off covering the sob that escaped from your lips. "This is the last time y/n, I won't hurt you anymore...I swear it." He said falling to his knees in front of you.

"Please y/n, I need you." He said wrapping his arms around your middle, holding you tightly as if you would disappear "Loki..." you sighed placing a hand on the top of his head "what if...what happens when you leave again?" You ask shakely as he tilted his head up, his bloodshot eyes meeting yours "I won't...I'm not going anywhere. I want you....only you." He said sternly as you closed your eyes "I can't do this again, my heart can't take it." You said hearing glass slide against the hardwood floor as he shifted "let me prove myself to you, please y/n...let me show you." He said making you shake your head. "I...I can't do this right now." You said feeling Loki's grip loosen around your waist. "Y/n.." loki whispered as you stepped back.

"You can sleep on the couch tonight, if...in the morning if your still here maybe we can talk." You said slowly walking around the glass on the floor leaving Loki where he was "I'll go get you a blanket." You said turning around seeing him still kneeling on the floor, his head nodding slightly as you turned and walked up the stairs. Making your way to the linen closet you pulled out your phone quickly dialing Thor as you opened the door grabbing a blanket "Lady y/n, is everything alright?" Thor's voice boomed through the speaker "um...yeah I just...tonight isn't a good night." You said grabbing a pillow "maybe tomorrow night, I'll let you know." You said closing your eyes are you really going to let him stay you asked yourself when you heard Thor again "he's there isn't he?" He asked making you sigh "yes...he is." You whispered "Alright, let me know if you need anything." He said "thank you Thor." You said quickly hanging up you gripped the pillow and blanket in your arms heading back downstairs.

"Ok, here you go." You said seeing Loki hadn't moved from where you left him, but the glass on the floor had been cleaned up, and now sitting on the coffee table next to the whiskey bottle "thank you y/n" He said slowly standing up walking to the couch not looking at you as he grabbed the blanket spreading it out "So, in the morning?" You asked biting your lip when his eyes finally met yours "yes, in the morning." He said, a seriousness in his eyes that sent a shiver through you "Ok, goodnight." You said turning back to the stairway "Goodnight y/n." You heard him say as you walked up the stairs.

You made it to your room, slowly closing the door before sitting on the bed looking at the box you had been packing "Loki..." you whispered. Grabbing your pillow you laid down closing your eyes, wondering if he would still be on the couch in the morning....

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[foolforharrry]

Nails And Croissants

Word Count: 2.5k words

Summary: Harry and Willow go to get their nails done

This is just a short little thing to get the feel of how I wanna write the characters in a book that I'm planning. I an really excited about this and I hope that when I get to posting the actual chapters, you guys are going to like them and love them too.

This blurb is obviously way down the line from where the story is going to start but I wanted to give you guys a small taste of them.

This is also not that carefully written and is probably messy af, but I hope you still enjoy reading it.

if you wanna read more of my work, I have it all linked on my masterlist.

Any feedback would be greatly appreciated and if you have any requests please feel free to give them to me and I will do my absolute best to do it.

Harry Styles Butterflies erupt in my stomach when I catch her eyes across the room.

The sunlight beaming in through the windows of the small nail salon makes the lighter strands of her brown hair look golden.

"What are you getting?", I ask her once she's sat down at the table right next to mine.

Her cheeks tint an adorable shade of pink when Willow's nail tech for today, Aspen, sets the bottles of nail polish Willow's chosen for today. "I swear it wasn't on purpose," she hurries out, her eyes flicking between the colours next to my own hands.

"Damn. And here I was getting excited thinking you wanted to match with me," I say with a playful roll of my eyes.

The laugh she lets slip is like music to my ears, and all I want to do is lay a kiss on her pretty, pink lips. But Mona coating my nails with a clear layer of base polish prevents me from doing so.

Instead, I settle on storing the image of Willow's face scrunched up with joy and laughter to memory. Her freckled, sun-kissed skin and the smile that doesn't just light up the room but my whole entire life.

"You're an idiot," Willow giggles, letting Aspen arrange her hands the way she needs them.

"I'm your idiot, though.", I remind her. To my delight, my words have another heartbreakingly beautiful break out on her face as she mouths 'I love you'.

Out of my peripheral vision, I can see Mona and Aspen exchange a look as I mouth 'I love you' back.

And God do I love her.

I never thought that I would ever be the kind of man who happily takes his girlfriend to get a manicure on my day off feeling like my heart is about to fucking burst from the love that's flooding it. The part of my heart I had tried so hard to keep under lock and key to protect it from being burnt again. But instead, Willow came along and took it in her soft hands. The calm of the sea in her eyes is all I needed to see before I let her.

"You ok, baby?" Willow asks, a crease of concern between her eyebrows.

Clearing my throat, I offer her a genuine smile, "Yeah, Blue. I'm ok." I can tell that she isn't entirely convinced, so I add; "Was just thinking about how lucky I am to have you."

The blush returns to her cheeks as Mona asks me to remove my hands from the UV-light machine. Which means that she's ready to give my nails some colour.

For the rest of the appointment, we make small talk with Aspen and Mona with the comfortable hum of the radio in the background. When a song by Taylor Swift I still haven't learnt the name of, Willow was out of her chair to turn up the volume with the permission of Aspen with a childish glee that she rarely lets show with anyone other than her closest people.

I swear I fell more in love with Willow when I watched her dance her way back to her chair.

Hand in hand, Willow and I walk out of the nail salon, freshly painted nails and bright smiles on our faces as we wave goodbye to Mona and Aspen. Our names are already on their calendar for next time.

I can't help myself from glancing down at our cojoined hands every couple of seconds, my heart fluttering at the way hers match mine.

Baby blue and pastel pink.

"H?" I don't even have to look at her face to know that Willow has her bottom lip tucked under her teeth and round eyes that'll have me giving into whatever comes out of her pouty lips.

"Blue?" I mimic her tone, tugging her closer to me so she doesn't bump into the man walking past us.

Willow lets go of my hand and before I can reach for it again, a pout on my lips, she snakes her arm around my back, my own going around her shoulders. "Are you hungry?"

I'm not. But knowing that she is and doesn't want to just ask directly, I don't say that. "What do you want, baby?"

It's like her shoulder deflates in relief the second the words leave my mouth and it has me turning my head and planting a kiss in her hair as I let her take her time settling on what she wants. Almost like she'd read my mind, she perks up, pointing across the street to what looks to be a small bakery.

"How about some croissants?", Willow suggests as I meet her eye.

"Croissants sound lovely," I agree, pouting my lips for a kiss.

Willow drops her gaze to my mouth at the action. Standing on her tiptoes, her hands gently cup my face as mine drop to her hips and peck. Her lips are soft as she presses them against mine in a way that has my heart doing somersaults in my chest. I can smell the coconut from her favourite lip gloss when she pulls away with a dopey smile, swiping away the product she left just below my bottom lip.

Blush heats my cheeks as I kiss the pad of her thumb, "Thank you, baby."

Thankfully the crosswalk is just down the street, the lights turning green for us after only a few seconds so we can make our way across the road safely and efficiently with my arm back around Willow's shoulders and her hand on my hip.

The bakery Willow picked out for us has a homey vibe to it. Flowers stationed on every single table with warm pinks and soft yellows everywhere you look. The smell of baked goods strong even from outside the shop. For a Thursday afternoon, it's rather busy.

Willow and I stood in silence as we waited for it to be our turn to order, content just watching the different people come in and out of the bakery every time the bell above the door rang.

The display of all the different options of baked goods is god damn mouth-watering and I make a mental note to bring Evelyn and Willow back sometime during the weekend. Knowing Evelyn, she would be over the moon over a cupcake that looks like a rainbow.

When it becomes our turn, I order us two croissants, thanking the lady behind the counter with a smile as she hands us the paper bag. And then we're on our way again.

"I was thinking that we should take Evie there," I speak as I take her hand in mine, resuming our walk back to the car with my eyes switching from the path in front of us to her face.

Meeting my eye, Willow nods with a hum, "When were you thinking?" "Maybe Sunday?"

Before she can ask, I add, "They're open."

"She's gonna have a hard time picking, poor thing," Willow laughs light-heartedly.

"Mhm," I hum in agreement, the smile that rarely ever seems to fade whenever I'm around her. If we're being completely honest, Willow and I both know that I would buy Evelyn every single one she wanted just to keep a smile on her face.

"I miss her," I say with a pout as we round the last building, my eyes landing on my car.

Willow rolls her bottom lip into her mouth before she opens it and says something I never in a million years thought I'd hear from her; "I don't know how you're gonna survive when she's off to college, babe."

Dropping her hand, I clutch the material of my t-shirt over my heart as if I was in pain. "Don't hurt an old man like that, Blue. I'm fragile."

"Oh shut up, H. You're not that old," Willow giggles with a hand on her stomach. Her nails match her pretty sundress and it has another swarm of butterflies flapping around in my tummy.

"It was still mean," I grumble with a pout, the thought of my little girl leaving one day isn't exactly one I enjoy.

Willow shakes her head at my attitude. "I'm sorry, love," she says with a pinch of my hip.

"You're lucky I love you," I say as I take her hand again, loving the warmth of her soft skin against mine. She grins at me, "The luckiest."

The soft curls of her hair dance in the light breeze blowing past us. Her golden skin glows so prettily in the sunshine she doesn't even look real. The light reflects in her baby blue eyes makes them twinkle as if the sun was hung in the sky at this very moment just for her.

I'm convinced that Willow is an angel sent down to this plane from the heavens above. Her calm, beauty and grace is simply too delicate to be meant for the harsh, painful world that we live in. But somehow, with all that she's been through, she still leaves a trail of light in her wake. She has lit up my life the way the sun lights up the sky after a dark night with only specks of light so far away you almost don't believe that they're real.

"No Blue. I'm the lucky one."

I'm sure she can hear the emotion that has started to clog up my throat, but she doesn't comment on it. Instead, she guides my hand to press a gentle kiss to my knuckle just as we reach the car.

I reach into my pocket for my keys, pressing the button to unlock the black range rover as I walk around to the passenger side with Willow in tow to open the door for her, quickly pecking her temple as she slips past me and gets settled in her seat with the bag of croissants in her lap.

By the time I'm sat in my own seat, she's opened the bag and is munching happily on her croissant. Eyes closed, head tilted back against the headrest and humming in the way she something is particularly delicious. She's got her hand underneath the pastry to catch any crumbs that may fall when she takes a bite out of it.

Just as I get out on the road, Willow's phone connects to the Bluetooth system in the car, the song switches to 'Right where you left me' by Taylor Swift.

It's almost comical how fast Willow's jaw drops along with her hand just as she was about to take another bite of her croissant. Her eyes go from the screen where the title is written in clear letters to my face. Accusing frown on her face as Taylor's voice and the gentle guitar fill the silence.

There isn't even a point in trying to contain my smile at the way it takes her around 5 seconds before she is turning up the volume and singing along to the song. Dramatic hand gestures and facial expressions that I catch out of my peripheral vision.

When she twists her upper body so she is fully facing me and sings; "I could feel the mascara run. You told me that you met someone," I can't help but take her hand and join her.

Who would have thought singing a heart-wrenching song about being left and unable to move on with the love of your life while driving down the streets of Los Angeles would have images of her in a white dress flash through my mind and a certainty settle in my stomach like I have only felt once before in my life?

When the song ends, Willow turns the volume back down, her face flushed from her intense performance and a shy smile curling on her lips.

If there wasn't a chance that doing so would potentially end in both of our deaths, I would've kissed her until we were both dizzy.

"You want your croissant?" Willow pulls the untouched one out of the bag, holding it out to me with her eyebrows raised in question.

Instead of saying anything, I open my mouth expectantly, waiting for her to get the hint. And when she does, she rolls her eyes playfully, still obliges and holds the pastry right in front of my face. She waits for me to take a bite out of the soft, crunchy slice of buttery heaven.

"Fuck me, that's good," I practically moan through a mouthful of croissant. This is possibly the best croissant I have ever had in my life.

Chewing it slowly, savouring the heavenly taste, I catch Willow with her phone out, pointed in my direction and a sly smile on her face. "What are doing, Blue?"

"You look really hot, is all," she shrugs, stuffing her phone underneath her thigh.

Willing the blush I feel heating up my face at the compliment go away, I point out the obvious; "That doesn't answer my question." Only Willow can have me blushing like a schoolboy and biting the inside of my cheek at a simple compliment.

"I got myself a new wallpaper for my phone," she tells me matter-of-factly as she squeezes my hand.

I rub the skin of her knuckle as the corners of my mouth tug up into a smirk, "If that's the case, then you can take as many pictures as you want."

When she stays quiet, taking bites of her croissant before letting me do the same, her left leg bouncing under beneath our cojoined hands, I can't help but laugh as the realisation dawns on me. "How many pictures do you actually have of me?"

She says something, but it's so quiet I can't make out the words. "I can't hear you, baby."

"I said that I've lost count," she repeats herself with a sheepish look on her face. "You don't exactly make it hard, baby."

"You ever gonna let me see these photos?" Knowing her, it's probably half pictures where I look decent and half pictures that could be turned into memes.

Willow takes a minute before she answers, seeming to mull over the answer in her head. "No."

"Then I'm not letting you see the wonderful collection I've gathered of you, Blue." It may be childish, but it does exactly what I wanted it to. Willow's grip on my hand tightens ever so lightly and I can feel her practically burning a hole into the side of my face with the intensity of her stare.

But she is stubborn, so she keeps her lips pressed tightly together. She keeps her view directed out the window at the cars, buildings and people we pass by.

"Am I sleeping in any of them?" she eventually breaks the silence. Her fingers drum along with the rhythm of 'Sweater Weather' against the back of my hand, something that I've noticed that she always does when she listens to music.

"A couple," I confess, holding in the urge to laugh at the way her cheeks turn crimson.

Clearing her throat, Willow tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear. "If they ever see the light of day, you're losing your dick."

Slightly taken aback by how casually such crude words flew out of her mouth, I swallow hard with wide eyes, "I will remember that."

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[rtothe3rd]

Being a girl;

I don’t like the “pick me” misogynist idea that stereotypically “feminine” things are inherently negative or shameful and can’t overlap with “masculine” ideas or qualities, and I hate how toxic and sexist and pro-ED the embracing femininity communities (coquette girlblogging) can be, as if being a woman is made of suffering and a woman's body is a vessel for misogyny in thin, white, childlike standards of beauty. Fuck it all; I do love the color pink and wearing lip gloss and buying clothes and Lana Del Rey and sometimes I even look at my horoscope and I use copious amounts of hairspray, but I want to be a lawyer when I’m grown up and and I swear like a sailor and I’m an honors student and my favorite thing to talk about is politics and I’ll debate anything that breathes, and I try not to equate my worth (or anybody else's) with the number of inches around my waist. How can’t those two things coexist? Why can't I put Taylor Swift's album drop and the senate midterms on my calendar? Why can't my walls be plastered with photo strips and artsy postcards alongside my 4 framed speech awards? Why can't I fantasize about being in love and also about kicking a nazi in the face? I'm a female; therefore everything I do is feminine, no matter what people say. I want to celebrate and RECLAIM femininity for myself and for womankind, not for the male gaze. Coquette pro ED and pick-me-choose-me-love-me subcultures have one major thing in common: catering to men and men in particular. The day that we as women stop hating ourselves is the day we stop feeding into a school of thought that fuels a multibillion dollar industry that creates and profits off our insecurities. If you're gonna wear makeup, wear it for you. If you're gonna change your weight, do it for your physical and mental health. If you're gonna get plastic surgery, understand why. Why you've always wanted bigger/smaller breasts, a bigger/smaller butt, a flatter stomach, a smoother face. Girls, don't feel rushed to go through puberty, but when you do, celebrate that you're maturing and changing. The stretch marks are healthy. Your breasts don't need to be any bigger or smaller to serve their purpose, whether that is to feed children or just exist. The blood is not filthy, it's a sign of health. Yeah, I know it sucks, but don't let anybody make you feel bad. Those asshole boys wouldn't exist if their moms never menstruated. And to women MY mom's age, you don't need to starve yourself to achieve what filthy pigs tell you you should look like after carrying and delivering a pregnancy for 9 months. You don't need to be as thin as you were at 20, this is supposed to happen. You don't need to inject toxins into your face to make it look like you've never smiled or seen the sun. You don't need to be ashamed of living and aging naturally, aging is healthy, you are supposed to get older. When was the last time you heard a a man your age complain about lines on his skin or 5 extra pounds? When was the last time you saw a male celebrity's stomach rolls or cellulite blown up on a tabloid cover and picked apart by the whole world? when was the last time you witnessed a man reduced to his appearance? why do WE owe beauty to the world, a world where our bodily autonomy is in jeopardy? Why are we only beautiful when we're weak and starving and cold, where we're miserable and tired and hurting, when we're manipulated and injected and stuffed and exploited and profited off of and sexualized and traumatized and forced? forced to perform and change and carry a child? Men will pay to see videos of naked women seducing them and turn right back around and advocate for our disenfranchisement. Men have been taught that they have the authority to reduce us, shrink us down to sex symbols and forget our humanity, and these men do what they want and make millions and get elected to America's highest offices and win grammies.

If you're a woman and you're reading this, you do not owe a man's perception of you to anybody. Every time a grown man online treats me like I'm stupid; every time a boy taunts me about Andrew Tate; every time another woman acts like politics are inconsequential; every time I remember an 80 year old man making obscene gestures to me on the street; every time I read a school dress code implying that my body is inherently pornographic; every time another pig is elected to our government; every time our trans sisters are oppressed and excluded by other women, the fire grows. soon it will consume me.

#girlblogging #slay girlboss #coqette #femininity #politics #entp female #hot pink #bimbocore #how i love being a woman #womanhood #girlhood #feminism #womans rights #american politics #social commentary #social justice #democracy

[foxes-that-run]

Question...?

Question..? track 7, is the most clearly directed at Harry on Midnights so I will start there. In the vein of Style, Two Ghosts or Perfect there is no attempt to hide the muse here. To me, these songs are intended to draw attention. It was the surprise song on the 20 May anniversary.

This post also has more on Question

This timeline suggests it may have been written late 2021

Lyrics

[Intro] I remember

Firstly, Remember is a reference to Wildest Dreams and she samples Out of the Woods. 2 words in and we know it's Haylor, Taylor is being clear, she's referencing 1989.

[Verse 1] Good girl, sad boy Big city, wrong choices We had one thing goin' on I swear that it was somethin' 'Cause I don't remember who I was Before you painted all my nights A color I've searched for since But one thing after another Fuckin' situations, circumstances Miscommunications, and I Have to say, by the way I just may like some explanations

Good Girl/Sad Boy is a matured reference to Style, where she was a good guy. He was also a bad guy in Blank Space.

'Painted my all my nights a colour I have searched for since' is one of my favourite lyrics, because Harry gets all of the colours, it also touches on the theme that are are irreplaceable to each other.

Miscommunications are also a key theme for their songs to each other. They do not communicate in words what they can in song.

[Chorus] Can I ask you a question? Did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room And every single one of your friends was makin' fun of you But fifteen seconds later, thеy were clappin' too? Then what did you do? Did you lеave her house in the middle of the night? Oh Did you wish you'd put up more of a fight, oh When she said it was too much? Do you wish you could still touch her?

This is often thought to reference New Years Eve which is a sad event to me. I think it is less literal, referring to how people are both thrilled and aghast that they were together.

The second half refers to the events of Say don't go to me.

In a 2013 vanity fair article swifts rep said:

“After Swift ended the relationship, he pursued her for the better part of a year until she finally took him back. “But the whole time she says she feels like he’s looking at every girl,” the source continues. And then when they were in London together he “disappears one night and after that it was like he just didn’t want to keep going.” Styles’s rep, Benny Tarantini at Columbia Records, said that all of Swift’s source’s claims are “undeniably false.””

[Verse 2] Half-moon eyes, bad surprise Did you realize out of time? She was on your mind with some dickhead guy That you saw that night But you were on somethin' It was one drink after another Fuckin' politics and gender roles And you're not sure and I don't know Got swept away in the gray I just may like to have a conversation

The bad surprise refers to an event in 2016 which I think played a role in her disappearance.

The dickhead guy is Calvin Harris. In Ready for It...?, Illicit Affairs, Woman and Delicate talk about that period as well as other songs.

Gender roles in politics is a beautiful line, she explores this more in Slut!, The Man and what makes them beautiful muses for each other is they are both purposeful with their gender expression.

[Bridge] Does it feel like everything's just like Second best after that meteor strike? And what's that that I heard? That you're still with her? That's nice, I'm sure that's what's suitable And right, but tonight

'Does it feel like everything is second best' reflects a theme that no one compares to the other, in particular:

Ready for it: Every lover known in comparison is a failure, and

As it was: "Seems you cannot be replaced / And I'm the one who will stay."

#haylor #midnights #question...?

[reyesupreme]

Lyrics from Taylor Swift’s TTPD: The Anthology as placements in natal chart 🩶📜🕰️

Fortnight

“Now you're in my backyard, turned into good neighbors. Your wife waters flowers, I wanna kill her”

— Scorpio/Aries Venus, Mars in Scorpio/8H

Tortured Poets Department

“But you're in self-sabotage mode”

— Sun in 12H, Gemini Moon, Pisces Venus, Mars in Cancer/12H

Down Bad

“How dare you think it’s romantic leaving me safe and stranded?”

— Aries/Aquarius Venus, Mars in 4H

So long, London

“And you say I abandoned the ship But I was going down with it”

— Virgo/Scorpio Moon, Venus in Virgo/6H

Florida!!!

“Little did you know your home's really only a town you're just a guest in”

— Sun/Mars in 4H, Moon in 9H, Saturn in Cancer

Guilty as Sin?

Someone told me, "There's no such thing as bad thoughts, only your actions talk"

— Capricorn Moon, Virgo Venus

Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me?

“Is it a wonder I broke? Let's hear one more joke then we could all just laugh until I cry”

— Aries/Scorpio Moon

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“You and I go from one kiss to getting married”

— Cancer/Leo/5H Venus, Mars in Libra

I Can Do It With a Broken Heart

“I'm so depressed, I act like it's my birthday, every day”

— Moon/Mars in Pisces/12H

The Smallest man Who Ever Lived

“ 'Cause it wasn't sexy once it wasn't forbidden. I would've died for your sins. Instead I just died inside”

— Scorpio/Pisces/8H/12H Venus

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“Whether I'm gonna be your wife, or gonna smash up your bike, I haven't decided yet”

— Venus in Leo, Mars in Aries/1H

Chloe or San or Sophia or Marcus

“I changed into goddesses, villains, and fools. Changed plans and lovers and outfits and rules”

— Venus in Sagittarius/3H

I Hate It Here

“You see, I was a debutante in another life, but now I seem to be scared to go outside”

— Cancer Moon, Saturn Retrograde in Leo/1H/11H

“I’m lonely, but I'm good

I'm bitter, but I swear I'm fine

I'll save all my romanticism for my inner life and I'll get lost on purpose

This place made me feel worthless

Lucid dreams like electricity, the current flies through me

And in my fantasies, I rise above it

And way up there, I actually love”

— basically any 12H placements 😭🙌🏻

The Prophecy

“I've been on my knees

Change the prophecy

Don't want money

Just someone who wants my company”

— Moon in Aquarius/7H, Venus in Virgo, Saturn in Libra/7H/12H

The Bolter

“And I can confirm she made

A curious child, ever reviled

By everyone except her own father”

— Sun in 6H/8H, Sagittarius Venus, Saturn in 4H/10H.

#astrology #astro observations #taylor swift #ts ttpd #taylor swift ttpd #ttpd #natal chart #astro notes #astrology music #mars #venus #the tortured poets department #swifties #astro memes

[realhankmccoy]

What's being missed despite this being 3 hours long:

the books are inartful trash, hastily written by an inexperienced writer for commercial purposes, not literary and tacky... this is marginally better than seriously analysing romance in an M&M's commercial

the books were sucking the magic out of prior vampires and whitening and suburbanising them... to witness Twilight hitting the Barnes and Nobles is to witness the world dying and going bland and turning into Wonderbread before your eyes

the books massively fail the bell hooks test -- books would have only stood a chance of not predictably repeating white capitalist supremacist patriarchy if Team Jacob would have won.

i don't think it's fair -- in the very brief examination of class issues -- to lump Twilight in with Titanic because it's not like somebody ln Titanic deliberately chooses a rich lover over a poor even if they have to die to join the immortal Mormon church. the whole point of Titanic is to fight back against -- fight back hard -- what the sort of people who write things like Twilight are doing to romance. I don't think she liked Avatar either? She's seriously got to get over her aversion to working hard on class issues. If you're screwed up enough by your fondness for wealth culture that you're making obvious errors like this, that says some work is needed. i understand my criticism probably just will exacerbate the problem though... I think it's fair to see Contrapoints as sitting closer to the castle that the Sheriff of Nottingham lives in than to being comfortable rollicking around in Sherwood Forest thinking of how to rob the rich because enough's enough... but i'd rather speak my mind even at the risk of exacerbating the problem in America just because really, that Gini Coefficient is getting obscene cuz influencers just don't seriously want to go there and risk losing that coin themselves. people feel like they worked for it, so so can you... even if their 'work' was basically like -- not working a real job and instead the donations of all the peasantry placing their hopes in them (Taylor Swift also makes her wealth this way and yes i get that there's plenty of sweat involved in getting onstage and saying OOOH LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME OOOH BARE LONG LEGGY LEGGY SHAKING OOOH but it's still not really as hard as showing up to a depressing real job)

i don't think she knows what she's talking at all on class -- about that romances can't have a poor person marrying a rich person, you'd almost swear she's never read any books by anybody and is just quickly in her head rationalising and extrapolating a Big Throught (a wrong one) in making up a bunch of b.s. that lets Twilight off the hook. like, maybe when your head is stuck in Twilight for too much of your life, you neglect all the books you should be reading about before you theorise. i mean especially if she's mentioning at least one Bronte sister to back her case... what about Agnes Grey which obviously backs the opposite point of view?

6. why, as usual does she not want to talk about what's probably the most disgusting and interesting thing about what's wrong with Twilight, this would have been the perfect time for her to dip a toe in (I get that reading all these academics has not prepared her for it, but come on, use some common sense here on what's really going on):

7. there's a gratuitous swipe at socialist in this video that i don't appreciate. either come out as a capitalist or come out as a socialist instead of equivocating and portraying yourself as a force of balanced reason. if you're truly a force of reason, you can explain in unequivocal terms what sort of economic system we're supposed to be aiming for here.

guess that's all that comes to mind... i don't think i learned anything about sexuality from these 3 hours.

my reaction actually is mostly that i'm really sick of white people and white people with money -- which isn't the intended effect of the video at all, but that's what i'm honestly feeling.

kudos for mentioning Pamela, though. I still haven't read it and it's supposed to be just magnificent. all of Europe used to cry over that stuff. Every male literary critic I'm aware of seems to love Pamela.

I haven't read Shamela, but I did not care for Henry Fielding who Bloom loves. There's another writer similar to Fielding that i didn't like at all either... forgetting who, but I remember really packing on the pounds as i read that one on the bathroom flloor in Milwauker.

also haven't heard Anne Carson mentioned in quite a while, everybdoy who likes recently literary things likes her, right. Autobiography of Red is a good reason to move to Canada and forget America exists, in my opinion. I prob should have done that 10 years ago already.

honestly i passed out during a good chunk of this video around the 70 minute mark so maybe indigenous people did get 2 seconds of a mention in that bit but i doubt it. i felt like it was a predictable video and she should take some time off, exit the ivory tower for 6 months and date a poor person. i think she could benefit from hopping on the first Greyhound to Mexico and spending some serious time down there. i'm not a hard taskmasker tho, walking around all over Mexico would be a stretch for her. i mean just start hanging out in some lower middle class neighorhood in america and going to parties or shows and loving everyone you encounter and talking to them and listening. i'm not asking for anything truly difficult for her here like hanging out with lower class people or going to a poor country. that sounds really bitchy of me but I'm just at the point 150 minutes in where i'm hearing WAH WAH WAH WAH WAH WHA Charlie Brown's teacher moments, and it's not because she's too adult or over my head... it's just like, a bunch of bullshit here

BECAUSE FANS OF TWILIGHT DIDNT VIEW HER OR BELLA HER AS A

ok imagine a 70 year old woman caring i'm a 70 year old woman at heart it would be hard for a 50 year old woman to care, too these are teenagers Twilight is a young adult book I am not a young adult reader Quite frankly -- and I'm not into playing hardball, tho i could -- I'm not enough of a pedophile to be into Twilight. they are underage. they are high school meat. I would have to be what my small town called 'a chickenhawk' to technically find anything romantic about it. They are what is called Jailbait and i'm expected to care? this isn't like Agnes Grey or Wuthering Heights which were written before The Teenager was invented (kids, teenagers weren't invented til like 1944 they were invented when Hitler was killed mmkay look it up) anyhow there's quite a different jailbat OOOH BELLA IS 17 17 BABY... FLAIR to Meyer's writings about baseball-playing teenagers than there would be before the teenager was invented, mmmkay, no wonder i passed out.

I mean remember, the first two lines of this song were considered a risque way to light up a lame song with an edgier lyric in its time, and even THAT was over a half century ago now, and so what we get is both jailbait and a snooze, in the way you know, every small town male-enabling heteromind gets its thrills and that's Twilight:

All this gets mixed in with talk about holes -- k, we're talking about high schoolers here and we're how old? That said i'm not playing hardball -- I think it's suburban, bourgeois and opportunistic to just scream PEDOPHILIA over everything every opportunity you can. My point is I just don't think she's standing on the legs of serious commentary here and might want to think about her self-indulgence on the matter distracts from the more real, grittier, more difficult and more urgent-to-the-working class social issues at hand.

If I had infinite time, and if everything about Twilight weren't currently putting me to sleep even faster than the tomato soup in the cafeteria in the Salt Lake Temple started to do, I'd write a more literary, imaginative version of Twilight in 2 months and in my version, Edward or whatever would be utterly destroyed. I think that's what Twilight fans and Contrapoint fans should be working on.

the bar is low, it's Stephanie Meyer.

if you can't outwrite Stephanie Meyer, who can you outwrite?

The only bit of this video that perked me up at all -- and it's probably sort of equivocation that is par for the course with capitalism, since Twilight obviously captivates her -- is when she calls Twilight fucking conservative and heterosexual.

i mean this was probably set off by me falling asleep but one of my friends just mentioned this. it's not really a diss, we like funny lullabys.

when this is what's showing up on your screen how can you not get drowsy. i can't belive i'ts only 6:21pm on a Saturday cuz watching this Contrapoints video makes me feel like it's gotta be 2:20am and i'm up way too late and should be in bed.

i guess she prob realises how mentally ill her twilight fixation prob is and this is prob part of her self-indulgent life story she's painting so she can look back on that time she did a 3 hr video on twilight

which is sort of like a somewhat higher notches on the socioeconomic scale pyramid version of the sort of thing i'd do

i mean at least it's original right that's not sarcasm

twilight as a subject matter was not original tho. we need some life in this pasturized nonculture

#contrapoints #twilight #stephanie meyer #pamela #samuel richardson #shamela #henry fielding #Youtube #natalie wynn #the beatles

[midnghtprentiss]

i want you - robin buckley

a/n: had this idea and now i'm obscessed.

summary: pretending to be your ex grilfriend fake fiancé couldn't go any better.

pronouns used: she/her - no physical descriptions

warnings: exes to lovers, fake dating troupe, modern!robin, 5sos and taylor swift quotes (sorry i'm crazy), very fluff.

you can see more of my work here!

made a playlist for this because i am romantic today.

There was a different energy in the morning when Robin woke up. She was nervous because she remembers exactly why the air was different. She has to talk to you. She lies to everyone saying you two got back together and are engaged. She has to talk to her ex because of a lie that could be ignored if she thinks about things. 

She told her family you two got back together and are planning a wedding. Your wedding. After her mother asked what was going on in her love life all she could think was you. 

"We got back together a few months ago, but we decided to keep it a secret, now we are engaged!" 

"Delightful! Let me know if she needs help with the plans!"

Now she was standing outside your house, shaking from the rain. Almost like a sign from heaven for her to go home. 

"Robin Buckley I swear to God you are a dead woman! You told your mom we are engaged? We broke up 5 years ago and you came with that?"

"Look, I'm so sorry but I can explain, please let me do that?"

You let her in, closing the door behind as you wait for her to speak. She was overwhelmed by the smell of your house and how familiar the scent of vanilla and light strawberry made her heart ache. 

"My mom was asking a lot of questions to my siblings and I kinda lost it and said we were back together and engaged. I'm sorry, alright!"

"Robin, you have a whole career, a successful one! You don't need me to help you with that, for God's sake." 

You two broke up five years ago because you wanted something but Robin wasn't ready to be a part of that. You wanted children, she didn't. You wanted to live in the uptown, she didn't. You wanted to get married, she didn't. Funny how the tables turn, right? 

But the truth is, Robin never stopped thinking about you and everyday for the last five years all she ever thought about was you. All of the songs she wrote were about you. After the break up you two decided to be friends and it was pretty cool but weird at the same time. 

"We can keep that lie for a few months and then we split up. Don't make me pass this humiliation, please." 

You knew how much this was a huge deal for her. Her family doesn't accept her entirely and when she was with you things were easier and lighter. 

"Robin, I want to kill you with my bare hands right now. Imagine my surprise when your mom called to congratulate me and I have no idea why. But fine, I'll do it. You have three months to make this shit end." 

Now Robin has three months to win you back and she is going to make her life purposeful. 

First month

The first month was a whole different Robin for you. She was nervous just like she was years ago. She pay attention to everything you do and say. And she brought a ring, a fucking ring that was so beautiful that made you mr heart race.

"Robin, are you insane? A ring!"

"How are we going to make people believe in our lie if you don't have a ring?" 

She knew her mom wasn't going to give her a ring, so she saw this one and thought of you. 

You didn't take it off since the day she gave you, kinda stupid for someone that is faking an engagement. 

Robin was investing in romance this time. She sent you flowers while you were working, and sent you gifts with notes. 

"Excuse me, you have something." Your colleague Jenna calls you in your office. 

When you see the flowers your cheeks warm up really fast. Damn it, Robin Buckley and her romantic mind.

The note between the flowers made your heart melt.

"To the woman whose lipstick stain is a work of art, I will tattoo your name in an arrow heart and now I'm so down - yes I am quoting 5 seconds of summer because you like. 

Robin :)" 

When you go back to your office all you have was a message from her.

"Did you like the flowers ? I thought of you when I saw them. :)"

"I love it! You didn't have to. Thank you." 

In the evening you and Robin attend a dinner with your friends. Nancy was going to introduce her twins to the group. You told her about this whole situation with Robin and all she said was "You're going back to her.". 

"Hello! I'm so happy you came! Come in." Jonathan welcomes you with a warm hug. 

"Tell me where the babies are." He laughs at you and shows the way till the living room where Nancy was holding them. 

"Oh my god! You have two babies, Nance!" You sit down with her holding one baby with a big smile. 

Robin watched everything with a warm chest. She was so hypnotized with the scene that if someone interrupts she is able to kill. 

"You're screwed, like a lot." Steve shows up on her side looking at his best friend.

"How do you know?" 

"It's the way you look at her, like she is your whole world. You have two months to have her back." Jonathan whispers and she shakes her head. 

Her eyes were on you the whole time, she watched you hold the baby, whispering to him and giving him light touches. She wants to have this with you so bad that it makes her dizzy. 

The whole dinner was naturally fun and nostalgic from all the old times when you, Robin, Nancy, Steve, Eddie and Jonathan go out to talk shit and laugh. 

The drive home was nice, it was silent and nice. Robin was almost dying to put a hand in your leg or to make you laugh like you did earlier that night. 

"Did you have a good time?" She asked and you nod.

"Oh yeah and I think I have a lot of wine too." She giggles at your answer and you smile at her with that smile.

"Too much? You are better than this!" You burst out laughing. 

"Hey! I don't eat too much while drinking, you can't blame me, woman."

When she stops in your house you breathe deeper and look at her quickly leaning close to give her a kiss on the cheek. Robin was over the moon with this, her heart was so fast that it almost stopped. 

"Drive safe, ok? Call me when you got home. Goodnight, Rob." 

Second month

The idea of having Robin around romanticly was so natural that you got used to reading her messages in the morning or to sleep in her house more times than you could ever imagine in the last month.

You were falling in love all over again and it sucks so bad because you need to hide this. It was so easy to wake up with her warm body close to yours, the smell of coffee, to get used to her light touches and sweet kisses on your forehead or cheek. 

One night this changed. She was in your house to have dinner and watch a movie. You were close on the couch, her arm around you, a glass of wine in the other hand. Honestly, you weren't paying attention but Robin was laughing and that mattered the most. She caught your eyes on her and raised an eyebrow making you blush. 

"Need something, miss?" She asked quietly and you nod. 

"Just looking at ya, can I?" You giggle and she squeezes you. "What is this Robin? We spend so much time together, we sleep together, we kiss, we act like a couple and all that. But you need to tell me what we are because if you are going to leave again that agreement needs to stop right now." 

"I don't know. I like this, the way we are leading is going somewhere and I can't wait to see the end. We act like a couple of girlfriends cause we like each other and that's okay, right?" 

You were looking at her but your head was slower than your acts. The next thing you noticed was her lips on yours and your body going on top of her. Hands all over each other like the world was ending now, in that moment and just you two matter. 

After that day everything changed. You two were so head over hills for each other that was kind of confusing.

"So you two are back together?" Eddie asked and you nod. 

"We don't use names on this, just trying again to see where this is going." 

"I'm happy for you. It was more than time for her to make a move." 

"So you and Steve, hm? It was more than time for him to make a move." He blushes and you push him. 

"You're a bitch, you know?" He laughs while you two walk around. 

Robin was getting ready to go out on tour with her band again and it was sad to know you were going to stay apart for a few months. It was a test for her and for you. For her to make sure she doesn't change her mind and for you to not give up in the relationship. 

"You come back for my birthday, right?" You asked again for the tenth time. 

"I could never miss that day." Shehugs you pulling you to a sweet kiss. "I love you. Take care, okay?" 

"I love you too. You take care." You nod before letting her go in the airport.

Third Month

Robin was out for a month now. You missed her so badly that it hurts your whole body, but your birthday was two days away and you knew she was going to be there.

She constantly reminds you that she was going to be there to show all the gifts she brought from her trip across europe. 

The day of your birthday came and you were so excited to finally see your girl but there was something wrong. She didn't call back or answer your texts. 

"She was supposed to be here already, Nance." You whine to your best friend that pet your back.

"She's on her way, hun. Calm down, ok?" She assure you. 

Robin was stuck in the fucking traffic. She was terrified of not showing up on time because she knew how important birthdays are. Now she was screaming and panicking about not showing up on time, so she called Steve. 

"Steve, I'm stuck in traffic about to collapse." 

"Well, she's almost crying over here. What do you want me to say?" 

"Pass the phone for her, please." It took Steve a minute to pass the phone. 

"Robin, why don't you answer the calls or text me back? I'm about to have a mental breakdown" 

"I'm stuck in traffic but I promise I'll be there soon." Robin was crying right now.

"Robin, you're travelling in the morning and we are not gonna have time for each other. You know what? You don't need to come, let it go." You pass the phone to Steve who was petrified looking at you. 

You walk away from the people going to the bathroom. Take a deep breath, one, two, three. One, two, three. There was a knock on the door. You see Eddie's head before he sits down on the floor with you. 

"I'm sorry, ok? She wanted to be here, you know? She 's trying, five year ago Robin wouldn't even travel to see you, or make you laugh or even try to win you back. Gotta say, the engagement story was funny." You laugh quietly resting your head on his shoulder.

"I love her, you know? I thought this idea was so stupid and I said yes, I mean who agrees to fake an engagement with your ex?" You look down at the ring in your finger.

"She's almost here, come on. We bake you a cake, if you are going to cry, at least do this eating cake." He stands up and you do the same cleaning your face. 

The living room was empty except for Robin. Her face was red, she was probably crying just like you. 

"I came on time, just like I promised." You nod coming close to her. 

"Robin…"

"Let me talk, okay? Look, I love you. I always did. Since the day you were introduced to me twelve years ago and there's not a day you are not in my mind, in the words I spoke, the things I do, the songs I write. You are everything I think about, everything I do. You occupied my mind all the fucking time and I mess up once but I'm trying so hard." She sits down next to you. "I never wanted to get married or have children, living a normal life until you. I want to have all of that. I want to be the only living space in your head. I want to tell you that things are gonna be fine, I want to see you singing all of your favorite Taylor Swift songs while cooking and watch you work at night. You are the love of my life and the only one I want." 

You were sobbing at the time she hugged you. Her smell was so intoxicating. You love that woman so much. 

"I love you, Robin. I always did but I was so scared of letting you in and things end up because you are not ready. But how do you know that you're not ready if you don't try? I am here to be your first time in everything you want but can't do this alone. I love waking up with you, and touching you and watching you playing or writing your songs." You look at her with watery eyes. "I fucking love to love you and it's so creppy. And you want to know the creepiest part? I am organizing a wedding and I have no idea what this is!" 

"Are we going to get married?" 

"That wasn't the whole idea of our agreement?" You hold her shirt and lean over her putting your lips together. 

"How do I say no when you kiss me like this?" You laugh pulling her away for a moment. 

That was the moment you realized that Robin Buckley was made for loving you and you were made for loving her.

♡

tagging:

@justlydiasworld

#robin buckley imagine #robin buckley headcanons #robin buckley blurb #robin x reader #stranger things #stranger things imagine #steve harrington #eddie munson #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #steddie

[humblefryingpan]

Can I just like Taylor Swift without people either on the internet or irl being a dick?

⚠️ Minor tw for mentioned pedophilia, car crashes and home invasion. Also I talk about harassment (sexual and regular) and referenced slut shaming. And some swearing.

This is a really long (like 12 paragraphs) and pretty negative post btw, if you choose to read it then it's on you

"I'm existed to listen to Taylor's new album! I like this song!"

The internet: have you considered you're just a white supremacist? (I'm not joking I actually just saw a post calling swifties white supremacists)

Ffs let me like things, it doesn't affect you in any way. I like her as a person and I love her music. You don't have to.

You don't like Taylor's music? Don't listen to her. You think she's annoying? Okay, I clearly dont, stop trying to make me upset over something that doesn't affect you. Notice how I keep my mouth shut when you rant about basic singer boy #7? It's pretty easy.

There are so many things I don't like that other people do and unless someone actually asks my opinion I will shut my mouth and let them enjoy it because it's none of my business.

Once someone I know saw me listening to music (with headphones!) and asked if I was listening to Taylor Swift bc they knew I like her. I was so I was like "yeah I'm listening to __ by Taylor :)" and then suddenly I couldn't listen in peace because they spent the next 40 minutes bitching about her. In no point during this did I make them or even suggest getting them to listen with me. I was literally just doing my work while listening to a song a like.

And the argument that she is single-handedly destroying the environment? Really? Yeah she has a private jet which isn't good for the environment but if she took public transport do you realize how much harassment she'd get? Say she just goes in a car, so many people have intentionally caused car crashes when around celebrities in an attempt to meet them or hurt them. Several people have tried to break into her house obviously she wouldn't be safe in public transport.

Even without the safety hazard you'd see how fast it goes from "taylor is polluting the air!" to "taylor is causing traffic on purpose!" or "taylor wastes loads of petrol/energy in her car!" Because she literally can't leave her house without getting blamed for something. She goes to see her boyfriend play football? She's ruining football. She dates someone? Slut. She breaks up with someone? Player/whore.

It's none of your business what she does. She makes people happy and she didn't hurt anyone intentionally, what about that is so awful that you need to yell at any random person that likes her? Sure some people take being a swiftie too far but even then, most of the time you don't know their life and even if there isn't more to it, it's not an excuse to judge an entire fan base for the minority of problematic people.

Imagine if I said every single singer is a pedophile because I found two singers that actually are. Would that be fair? What if I said every man harasses people just because some men do? Would I get yelled at?

People need to stop taking "I like this" as an excuse to make someone feel bad. Stop looking for excuses to be a prick because most of the time if you stop looking for reasons to be mad, your life gets a lot happier.

At the end of the day if I like Taylor Swift then there's another thing that makes me happy. If you don't then you should just not listen to her and let the people that do enjoy themselves because your misery shouldn't hurt other people.

Sorry for the angry/sad and long post but holy fuck it feels so necessary at this point

#taylor swift #just accept you dont like it and move on #leave me alone #dont spread unnecessary hate #vent post #taylor swift music #sorry for being depressing #but like i need to say it in the hopes someone will see it and shut up #please stop #stop hating unfairly

[what-if-nct]

hiiii today's reminder is i absolutely do read your paragraphs like it's the morning paper,i love knowing what's going on with you and what you're thinking about. also i know these conversations are technically public but i definitely say a lot more than i would normally because it feels so comfortable. love you 💓

Hiii! I love you too!!! And yes it feels like a public private conversation. Like it's just us in a cafe together like there's people who walk by but like we're just talking. I consider all asks kind of like a huge slumber party and were just chatting and everything is pink and mean girls and Taylor Swift are playing in the background and it's chaotic but fun. But speaking of sleepover talk so the guy I'm talking to one well talk on the phone for like 2 -3 hours so often that last time that happened was in the summer and we were going to wait till later that week but he came and picked me up at 2am and we watched puss in boots and "cuddled" I remember him fondly actually. Like right in the middle of "cuddling" he called me cute. Which that is so adorable like that isn't the activity id think being cute would be possible. So that was the last time that happened. But with the current guy it's just the best vibe and fun and we laughed about raccoons for so long.

And okay I overshare obviously so in passing I brought up a few things that happened to me cause I told him earlier that day some guy was trying to hit on me and I just froze and didn't speak I was scared cause he was a lot older than me and he said is wrong for me to be talking to you which told me he probably thought i was way younger than i am. Cause I swear when I present younger it's always old men who be weird and creepy to me which is gross within itself. But I brought that up to him and told other instances that happened in the grocery store and i said im just probably being dramatic and he told me I wasn't being dramatic and only one other person has told me that she was actually the one who told what happened was really bad and she told me a few other things that happened to me were sa. But when I talk about it with therapists or other friends they're either dismissive, blame me, tell me to stop wearing short skirts, tell me I shouldn't have put myself in that situation and I just was never really allowed to process it so I feel like it's still unhealed and I still have a lot of anxiety about being alone in public unless it's somewhere that's mainly women. But hearing someone say I wasn't being dramatic I don't know it meant more than it probably should.

Oh also he said he was surprised I was so tall, so many people say that. So many people expect me to be shorter and I have no idea why. Also I'm not that tall I'm 5'8 so is my best friend and sister. But most importantly he has kept everything 110% innocent and sweet and I've never experienced a guy not immediately being interested in that. I started to feel like that was my only purpose but I think he actually likes me as a person, and my eyes started to water just as I said that. Okay I will stop here before I write a whole essay again. Oh I think I can show you what he looks like without actually posting a picture and I started watching this YouTuber just before I met the guy I'm talking about which is so weird that I just realized they look a lot alike like so much alike I had to bounce back and forth between their pictures.

The only difference is the guy I'm talking to, his face is a little softer. But the resemblance is uncanny even the hair and he dresses exactly like him. Also the YouTubers name is Seth Borden he's related to Lizzie Borden and he's a paranormal investigator.

[boxwinebaddie]

Hey uncle Nina, this is a pretty depressing ask but what do you do after a breakup from a long relationship, let’s say one year? I’ve been really down in the dumps and I’d like to know :(

-a sad anon who loves your fics

oh, you poor sweet sugar sweet pea :(

you know, i've actually been avoiding my inbox ( not because i don't want to talk to y'all, but because i want to talk to y'all so much that i will sit here for days excitedly answering ask memes and never finish my updates which...we are getting somewhere, i swear! )

but, i will make an exception for you, my moon blossom, since you asked so very nicely and put the uncle nina signal in the sky.

first things first, i know you've probably heard this a lot, but please know i am very sorry about your break up. as you ( or some of you keeping up with me ) may know, i just recently got out of a committed three year relationship which, luckily, was a mutual decision and he's still my best friend...but that's not to say the line isn't still incredibly blurry and that i am not in miserable 25/8! haha!

so obviously, based on that, and the fact that i am kind of everyones kenny mccormick bebe stevens chaotic bisexual girl boss auntfuncle, i might not be the smartest or most responsible person to ask! but i do, care about you and all of you very, very much! so i will impart what limited wisdom i have on you.

and darling, i would say i hope you heal. but i know you will <3 :)

i want to start off by saying: please be sad as long as you want. there is no such thing as being sad about a break up for too long or too short & anyone who tells you that is not being kind to you. you know yourself and you are going through something hard and horrible. be gentle to yourself and let yourself feel the things that you feel.

with that said, any time you need to cry: cry. as loudly and as frequently as you need to. if you need to yell: yell, at the top of your lungs -- wake up your neighbors. laugh if you need to laugh.

those cathartic emotions are healthy. you may feel like you are being melodramatic, but you are taking care of yourself. the worst possible thing to do is tell yourself that what you are feeling is invalid or irrational and bottling those complex emotions. do not bottle please. let it out, my love and please let the light in.

to encourage this catharsis ( in a healthy way ), i suggest watching movies that might trigger powerful emotions in you ( sad movies, angry movies etc. ), listening to loud music ( when i tell you i listened to night shift by lucy dacus and taylor swift all too well 10 minutes for a week straight absolutely screaming and crying until my throat was raw...don't worry about being cringe...i crabwalked so you can run ), write letters to yourself/the person you broke up with in a journal, breaking stuff...uh...do not obstruct property...mayhaps...i would say something else but the government agent in my computer would not like it very much ( b3 g@y d0 cr1m3$ ), go to break rooms, loud concerts, poetry nights...drop a watermelon off something tall.

getting all of those feelings out is my first step.

( other than maybe doing things that will help you get closure depending on the nature of your breakup, be it speaking to that person, or burning everything that reminds you of them...i honestly recommend getting rid of anything that reminds you of/belongs to that person...or upcycling it into something different with a different positive purpose in your life. we live in the present now, past is past. )

next...as we learn to let that hate, angry, sadness go...

we embrace love.

not romantic...not even platonic at first.

but self love. :)

i've mentioned this a couple times, i think. but peppermint, while about two people falling in love, has never actually been about romantic love for me...which may seem weird.

to me, peppermint is a story about falling in love with your best friend and accidentally falling in love with yourself along the way.

peppermint is about loving yourself. flaws and all. <3

to do that, i would start by grounding yourself. remember who you are.

( please don't be like jersey kyle...help. )

what i did was i made a list of things that i know i like. my favorite color, my favorite animal, songs i like, smells, places, clothes, etc.

write down things you know about yourself.

you can also make a list of things you dislike, but i find that welcomes a lot of negative energy and i think that might not be great, tbh?

but get comfortable with yourself! stare at yourself in the mirror for a while. take so many pictures of yourself -- even on bad days. they serve as a reminder of where you came from and later how far you have come. also i think i look ugly when i take pictures and look at them later and realize i was being cruel. you may be like that too.

but yes! write diary entries! notes to yourself! leave voice memos! draw little pictures! tell yourself nice things in the mirror.

at the end of the day, even if you think you have no one.

you will always have you.

and it's important that you love yourself.

not the you that someone else loved or other people might love.

but the you that YOU are.

a good way to do that...my favorite way...

is to take yourself out on dates :)

i would use that information you collected about yourself and start doing your favorite things with yourself! you do not need someone else to do the things that you love and it becomes a you experience.

maybe take yourself to a movie at the cinema, find a park and have a picnic eating your favorite foods, take yourself to a restaurant, take a walk, a bubble bath, watch your favorite movie in your comfiest pajamas, wear that outfit that you were scared to wear.

treat yourself. celebrate yourself. you are worthy of love. YOU.

some people believe that the best way to cure heartbreak is to seek out new romantic love but uh...i would advise against that. specifically through dating apps. they may work for some people, but every experience i have had on a dating app has ranged from awkward to...absolutely fucking terrifying.

i also think that when you go looking for something...you often do not find it and you might find something...you do not want.

with that said, it sounds vague but just...let life happen to you.

i truly believe that what needs to find you will find you. being patient is no fun, i know, but all the best things in life have happened to me when i don't expect them at all.

also, i know it's a vulnerable time, but the best way to get better after you start trying to love yourself and do what you love is...do what you don't know you love yet? stuff you might hate!

try new things! go new places! maybe just to a restaurant you have never been to? a new store? a nature spot you've never seen? take a class/hobby/sport you've never tried. open yourself up to possibility. i know that is frightening, but closing yourself up will only prevent you from being able to grow and heal. it keeps you small. be big. be so big. take up so much fucking space. be obnoxious about it. you deserve to live, you deserve to love. love yourself very much.

but remember that self love and romantic love are not the only types of love...i'm gonna loop back to platonic love.

lean into that warmth. create a strong support system of people around you that can be there for you through this hard time. people that you can talk to, people that can go fun places with you, do cool things with you, people who will pick you up when you are down.

i realize not everyone has access to support system, but please know that if that's the case, that you always have me. my dms are open. even when i am writing or away, you can message me. i usually respond quickly or within in 1-2 day frame but if i see your message and it seems very urgent, i will answer asap wherever i am.

i am here for you. i see you. you are valid and you are so strong. <3

finally, please be kind to yourself and gentle to yourself.

do not punish yourself for your past relationship or your feelings. remember that we all make mistakes and learn from them. i make mistakes everyday and i model that for my students whenever i can. please do not beat yourself up. you are fine. you are okay. what's past is past, it's done, it's gone it's dusted. right now, we are creating a positive present so you can have a fortuitous future, my friend.

here is an excerpt from one of my favorite poems. <3

okay finally x2, healing is not linear. there are ups and downs. ride that rollercoaster. take that journey of self discovery. discover yourself. find yourself. love yourself because you are so, so lovely.

now, from me to you:

remember...it's always darkest before crimson dawn

and from all that hurts and harms you, past, present or future, i hope you heal.

but you will, my miracle…

you absolutely will. :')

-a sad uncle nina who loves you very much </333333

#i broke my ask meme dry spell for this #the flood gates are open i might start doing them again sorz #but i am so sorry my love #its hard i know im going through it too its not fun #but you will get through it!!! and i hope this helps even a little #again keep your head up love yourself stay safe #and please message me any any ANY time <3 MWAAAAH

[msmarvelouswinchester]

Happy Birthday, Sweetheart

Summary - Long distance relationships suck, especially if you can't be with Jensen on your birthday but Jensen has a few tricks up his sleeves to make your birthday better.

Pairing - Jensen Ackles x You

WC - 2150

Warning - Slight Angst, Fluff, Birthday, swearing SMUT (18+, MINORS DNI), p in v sex, almost getting caught and a little fluffy surprise.

Square Filled - • Long Distance Relationship AU ( @spnaubingo )

• Jensen Ackles ( @supernatural-jackles TMAS 2022)

• You didn't even here me out ( @taylorswiftbingo )

• Caught Red Handed ( @spnmixedbingo )

A/N - Holy shit! It's been so long since I posted something. Feelin' kinda rusty here lol. I reached 1.1k followers today so this is also a thank you gift to you guys for following me!

And Happy Birthday, Abby (super late but please accept this gift, yours truly, Chan)

Also Abby is a Swiftie, just like me. So purposely, I have put in some Taylor Swift song references. Have fun finding them!

Unbeta'd. All mistakes are mine.

“I don't think I can fly back tomorrow.” Your eyes fluttered shut to stop the tears that were threatening to spill. When you opened them back, you saw the look of tremendous guilt and sadness on your boyfriend's face. You didn't want to cry in front of him and cloud his mind with more agony yet a stray tear managed to roll down your cheek. “I'm so sorry, sweetheart. The covid protocols are…you know how it is…fuck, I miss you so much and it's fuckin’ killing me that I can't be there with you on your birthday.”

“Jay, don't. It's not your fault.” You said, placing down the ipad on the table and leaned back on the couch. You always thought the long distance relationship came with too much emotional baggage and pain but you were willing to accept them all because you fell for Jensen so hard and fast and the thought of living without him scared the shit out of you. “Just two more months and then I can move to the States and it'll be okay.”

“I know but–”

“Jensen…” you sighed.

“You didn't even hear me out.”

“What more can you say?”

“I miss you. These face times are not enough anymore. I-I want you…sweetheart, I need you with me, hold you close as I drift off to sleep and wake up with you in my arms. I just…need you here. A-and I'm tryin’ to get through the protocols.” Jensen's green eyes were clouded with emotions, the loneliness weighing heavily on his shoulders.

“Even if you don't make it to the flight, know that it's alright. We'll make it work. We always do.” You offered him a sad smile. You were seven thousand miles away from him. You knew that if he didn't get on that flight within the next three hours, he wouldn't be here with you on your birthday and it sucked. Just like him, you needed him with you. You missed him so bad.

Jensen didn't say anything for the next few minutes. It was something you did often. No words said. You just wanted to be in each other's company even if it was through the illuminated screen of your respective electronic devices.

“I love you,” you said to him and he flashed you his most beautiful smile. The type of smile that instantly lit up your world and made you happy. The type of smile you adorned a lot. The type of smile that feels like you're home. He was your home.

“I love you too.” He said, “I'll do my best.”

“I know you will, Jay.” He nodded.

It was your birthday but it didn't feel like one. Since the morning, you hadn't heard from Jensen and you were worried out of your mind. In the evening, you stood there in your party dress, looking around at the smiling faces of your friends but there was one thing missing. You kept checking your phone. You wanted him to be here so you got your eyes on the door hoping he would walk in any minute but he didn't. And that's when the feeling sank in.

You were going to spend your birthday without Jensen.

You blew out the candles, your eyes burning with the unshed tears. You tried to smile for the guests and laugh with your friends but your heart was filled with despair.

It was close to ten. You were lying on your bed after making an excuse of not feeling well. Your close friends had lingered around for a while before they left. That's when you heard your sister call for you.

You sighed and pulled the covers close to you, not willing to socialise with anyone further. You heard the door creak open.

“Go away,” you grumbled.

“I didn't spend the last thirteen hours on a flight to hear this, sweetheart.” You sat up and your heart did a somersault in your chest. You knew this voice all too well and you missed hearing the way it reverberated off the walls surrounding you, providing you some deep comfort.

“Jensen?” You sprinted towards the figure of a man lingering at the doorway and crashed into him, colliding with his firm chest as a pair of arms came up to wrap themselves around you. He brought your face to his and kissed your lips. Tears threatened to spill as your lips molded with his. You missed him so much.

He picked you up and you jumped to hook your legs at his waist and he let out a chuckle. With you in his arms, he walked towards the bed and put you down gently on the soft mattress.

“Hi, baby. Happy birthday.” He said.

“Hi.” Your words were a mere whisper as Jensen traced the outline of your face with his finger and placed a chaste kiss on your forehead.

“Where are you goin’?” You asked as he got up to close the door.

“I have something for you.” Jensen said as he closed the door to the room behind him. You wiggled your eyebrows at him and he rolled his eyes. “Get your mind outta the gutter.”

You pouted and he said, “I'm saving that present for later. But first–” he took a deep breath “--I want you to have this.”

You watched as he slowly went down on one knee. Eyes wide, you saw as he pulled out a jewellery box out of his jacket’s pocket. You gasped, standing up while he opened the box in front of you to reveal a ring inside.

“Jens…”

“Y/N, I…Holy shit, I thought this will be easy after practicing for the last five hours straight–” you laughed, a tear rolling down your cheek “--Sweetheart, I had this big, beautiful speech prepared but as soon as I stepped in this room, all I can see, all I think of is you. You remember what I told you last night? I want that, I want you and I want us. Every night when I go to sleep I want to feel you in my arms and know that I’m right where I’m supposed to be and then in the early morning, I want to be woken up by our kids jumping on us demanding breakfast. I’m so grateful for you every second. I’m grateful that somehow in this crazy universe with infinite possibilities, I met you.”

You were clearly sobbing and through the tears you said, “Yay, comic con!”

He chuckled and continued, “In you I have found the love that I never knew I needed. You're my favourite human in the whole universe. There are many ways to be happy but all I need is you. So Y/N Y/L/N, make me the happiest person in the world and say yes, please?”

“Of course, yes! I will marry you, Jensen Ross Ackles!” You said and he grinned before putting the ring on your finger. He stood up and immediately pulled you for a kiss. It was enchanting and precious.

“I missed you, fuck…” he breathed in with his nose buried in the crook of your neck before moving his mouth to the south. You gasped, pulling your lip in between your teeth to stop the moan that was threatening to leave you as his lips found the sweet spot on your neck.

“Jay…we can't–”

“Why?” He asked.

“Everyone is present downstairs. I don't trust myself to not make a noise.” You said.

“I just need to feel you. Please,” he panted as he bucked his hips and his bulge grazed past your thighs. A whimper escaped your lips and you knew it would be impossible to not make a noise if Jensen carried on with his actions. But as much as he needed you, you needed him as well. It had been too damn long. So you reached out, roughly trying to get him out of his pants.

He smirked, raising a brow. “We got ten minutes. I need you inside me, now.”

“Yes, ma'am.” He pushed you down on the bed behind you, hiking up your skirt and discarding your panties, before shoving down his pants along with his boxers. He wrapped his palm around his cock, giving it a few strokes before aligning himself with your entrance. His swollen tip nudged at your wet pussy. “Fuck, sweetheart, you're fuckin’ wet.”

“You have been away for way too long!” You said, followed by a hiss as he pushed himself inside you at a tantalising pace. Your lips fell open to form an ‘O’ as he remained seated inside you, filling you to the brim. He started to move, pulling out to the tip before pushing himself in again, the move making you moan. Once he found his rhythm, he continued to thrust into you and you bucked your hips to match with his moves. His hand moved to rub at your clit and you cried out in utmost pleasure. Even after months of being apart, he knew how to get you going. Deliriously you both chased down your release. His thrusts had become more rough and small groans left his lips, filling the room.

He pressed his thumb against the bundle of nerves on your pussy and you were really close to your climax. His thrusts became erratic and a knot formed in the pit of your stomach.

“Jay–” your moan was ungraciously cut off by a knock on your door. Your eyes widened in shock and the same surprise was clearly evident on Jensen's face.

“Fuck–” he groaned, his pace faltering a bit but he kept circling his hips to not lose his rhythm. “Answer.”

“What?” You whispered but the look on his face sent a shiver down your back. The thrill of almost getting caught was such a turn on for him. As you opened your mouth to answer to whoever was on the other end of the door, he picked up his pace. Asshole.

You suppressed a moan and asked, “What is it?”

“Is Jensen stayin’ for dinner?” It was your sister who asked the question.

“Y-yeah–” you bit into your lip “--yeah he is.”

“Come for me. I need you to come for me.” You were so close and with another deep thrust, your coil finally snapped as a wave of sheer ecstasy washed over you. The scream that almost left your lips was swallowed by Jensen as he kissed you hard. He continued to fuck you through you release, his thrust never faltering s he closed on to his own climax. A few more thrusts and he spilled into you, coating your walls with his seed and growling when he came. He slowly stopped his thrusts, lazily circling his hips, until he went soft inside you.

“Holy shit!” He chuckled, and pulled out of you. You whimpered at the loss of him.

“Holy shit, indeed.” You panted and kissed the crown of your head softly and towards the bathroom to clean himself up. When you finally found your strength to walk, you followed his lead and went to the bathroom.

“I was gonna bring you a washcloth.” He said and you ruffled his hair, knowing how much he loved washing you and cuddling with you after sex.

“Well thank you for being a gentleman but we need to go downstairs as soon as possible.” You said before stepping in front of him to clean yourself.

It was a little over ten minutes after your sister called you for dinner, that you and Jensen went downstairs. He had cleaned up, changed into a much more comfortable sweatpants and tshirt and brushed his sex hair but the post coitus bliss on both your face was clearly visible and it got a raised brow from your sister. If the others had taken notice, they refrained from saying anything which soon turned into a huge ruckus of congratulations when you announced your engagement.

Later that night, you and Jensen were lying on the couch with your sister sitting in the chair as you three watched a movie when she said, “I can't keep covering for your asses.”

“What do you mean?”

“You guys were so not quiet. Thankfully, I turned up the music!” Your mouth fell open and a heat of embarrassment crept up your neck while Jensen just laughed.

“Can't help it when my fiancée is so hot.” Jensen said.

“Ew. Jensen, that's my sister, you're talking about.” She scrunched up her nose in disgust, “You guys are insufferable! I'm going to bed. Don't you dare christen the couch with your nonsense!”

“Can't make any promises!” You and Jensen yelled back together and when your sister gagged, you both laughed loudly and continued to watch the movie.

The end credits rolled in. You sighed, letting your head rest against his chest. He kissed your head, whispering, “I love you.”

#jensen ackles #jensen ackles x reader #jensen ackles x you #jensen x reader #jensen x you #jensen ackles x y/n #jensen x y/n #jensen fluff #jensen ackles fluff #jensen ackles fic #jensen ackles fanfic #jensen fic #jensen fanfic #supernatural #spn #taylorswiftbingo #spnmixedbingo #tell me a story bingo #spnaubingo

[tadeomybabinotbaby]

Tadeo,

ㅤHi bubby! Okay uhh first of all, happy second! I did this on the 17th of April and medyo nag-panic and frustrated pa ako kasi nawala sa drafts 'yung orig na gawa ako eh impromptu pa naman 'yun so 'di na mababalik HAHAHAHA. But it's fine, I get to remember all the context of the words I wanted to say and I am going to repeat them here. Again, happy second my man, I love you from the very bottom of my heart. Now and forever.

ps. play mo 'yung song sa taas kasi wala lang, lss ako riyan these days tapos pampa-lift ng mood. :P

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤsincerely, your sunflower

#O1

I never thought in my whole life that I would be able to feel the love I have right now. Back then when I was kid, I always thought that my own love story would also be just like the ones I read in my story books but, of course it didn't turned out that way. As I grow up, I realized that things weren't really the same as we see them compared to when we're younger.

#O2

My life has been like an open book to you, Tads. I never hid a single thing. I told you about my past relationships and trusted you with the things I never actually told to anyone else. I hope that you know the purpose of that and I didn't intend to make you jealous or such, you know that naman, right?

#03

They say, love makes you do the craziest things. It's all about how much and many can you do for them. Remember the time that I confessed to you? I wasn't actually supposed to do that, really. But I don't know what's gotten in my mind that time. I promised to myself that I will never make the first move to a man ever again kasi it always does not end up well. Pero ewan HAHAHA, naisip ko na lang na, yolo. I want this man, thus I shall get him with all my might. /jk

'cause I see, sparks fly

when you smile

Keep on smiling, always start your day with a smile and remember that I love you. I really feel bad whenever I notice that you're mad and not in the mood. It makes me want to go wherever you are and give you tightest hug I could ever give kasi that's what I think would help you feel better. Or not? Since I don't think you're a fan of huggies? Hmp.

Spinning in my highest heels, love

Shining just for you

They say, in order to give your person the best love, you must learn how to love yourself first. And that's what I did! I focused on myself, I healed and tried to become better. At first, it was just all for the others then I came to some sort of realizations and decided to actually do it for myself. And here I am right now, loving you.

I'll spend forever wondering if you

knew I was enchanted to meet you

I'm ready to spend the next month, the 4th, 5th then the 12th monthsary and the anniversaries in the future. I'm letting you know how many things I imagine we can do in the future! Like for example, pupunta tayo sa mga sunflower fields sa Batangas or sa Quezon or if out of the country, I want us to go to Malibu! Remember, when I mentioned that I want to go there with my lifeline? I meant I wanted to go there with you. And then, we'll also add your go-to places amd countries HAHAHA. There's so much more to see out there, and I would choose to see them all with you.

And I promise that nobody's

gonna love you like me.

22 already made its way to my heart. I never thought it would be special to me. And as you're reading this, today marks as our second month as a couple. Alam ko namang alam mo but I'll repeat it. Mahal kita, palagi. Thank you for being my life's biggest plot twist. My man, my diary, my baby, the love of my life. Tadeo, I will never get tired of telling everyone how much you make me happy. I love you forever.

“ MEMORY LANE ”

March 12, 2022

Galing sa Venellope acct ko. This was your first I love you to me from that account HAHAHA. I would lie if I say I never felt anything from this because actually, it felt like my whole stomach turned around and a bucket filled with glowing lights is filled in with it making my stomach feel all the tinglings. I swear, it is the best feeling ever.

The same day, we also had this little misunderstanding about my health and I understand that you're worried and I felt bad for actually not making pansin to you that time but what can I do? You're mad kaya, hmp. But the next morning, you approached me naman and explained your side pero omg kinikilig ako, you were so concerned/worried. Ksbsbsuwuww I love you so muuuuch :((

Lastly, this one HAHAHAHA. It still felt so surrel that we are already celebrating our second month. I can feel the trumpets in my body screaming so loud and I JUST CAN'T STAY STILL AS I AM WRITING THIS MDJDHSHSSHSU. I don't know what to say naaa, I'm just really happy right noow :((

Actually, madami pa talaga siya pero may limit dae tumblr. HAHAHAHAHA Yoq na pili10 baka mawala.

If you're reading this right now then I guess natapos mo na HAHAHA. I don't actually have any idea what to do for this month so I thought this is the least I can do. Sending you lots of words containing my love for you is the best thing I am confident and can perfectly do. Again, happy second my babiiii!!!!

Ps. Nagtampo ako kagabi and I already saw your gift na rin kaya I wanted to add this.

First, KSHWJSHUSWJIWJSHWJW KINIKILIG AKO. Second, I'm sorry din. I was wrong sa part na I wasn't able to understand your situation right now about your studies and I should've known, diba? I admit that I was getting sulky since gusto ko rin naman na nagkakausap tayo kaya I'm sorry, babiii. :(((