#like prom was fun but I don’t like dancing that much and it was really overwhelming

[hippiepowrs]

one night lookin' pretty

eddie munson x fem!metalhead!reader

you and eddie hate school dances, but you decide to go to the prom this year--with someone who isn't eddie. eddie does not like that, but can't say anything.

a/n: this is my first longer fic so i hope you like it. prom season is coming up so this is kinda self indulgent (as if all my fics aren't). this one is for all my weird girls out there! title from one night in the city by dio btw. :)

warnings: hurt/comfort. angsty for a while but gets fluffy. swearing. a guy being a total asshole to reader. reader wears a dress. reader and eddie both self-described as 'freak.' eddie being a jealous and insecure idiot. both are oblivious as fuck. eddie is REALLY dorky. eddie's backstory and parents--i did not read that book so i don't care if it's canon. idiots in love in the end. pretty cliche but i don't care!

wc: 3.8k

It’s prom night, and Eddie is sitting alone on his couch. Without you. 

Usually, you guys skip every school event together in favor of watching a shitty movie and smoking half of his stock, but tonight was different. Someone asked you to the prom, and it wasn’t him. 

He’s been acting off for the past two weeks, you noticed. He’s been quiet and snappy, and has been opting to jack up the stereo instead of talk on your drives home. When you asked him what was wrong, he pushed you away. So, you left him alone about it. He made it clear he wanted his space.

He didn’t even want to show up to see you in your dress. You called him last night to see if he would come over–he told you he was sick. He wasn’t fully lying, though. The thought of you going to that stupid school dance with that stupid school boy made him nauseous. It didn’t make sense to him. How did you switch your views on the prom so fast? Months ago, the two of you laughed at the idea of going. Now, you were dressed up all pretty, just like all those popular girls you claimed to hate. He had to watch that sleazy ass car pull into to the trailer park, right up next to his. He’d never admit that he watched you step out of your trailer with that guy, and wished it was him. 

Being completely honest with yourself, your date isn’t even exactly your type. Todd isn’t some freak like you or your friends, but he isn’t a complete asshole either. He asked you in the hallway two weeks ago, and your instinct was to laugh at him. You laughed in his face, but he didn’t budge. He really wanted to take you to the prom, so you told him you’d go. It felt nice to be wanted. It was okay that he wasn’t some rock n’ roll dude like you’re into–it’s not like you’re marrying him. It’s just the prom. 

You and Todd arrive at the Hawkins High gym, hand in sweaty hand. Pushing the anxiety clawing at your throat back down, you give him a smile as you walk to get your photo taken together. The frilly, glittery background reminds you that this place isn’t for you. Again, you push that down. 

The music isn’t really your style, either, but everyone is having so much fun you feel the need to pretend. None of your friends are here, so you’re stuck. Maybe you should have pregamed, you think. Too late now. Todd pulls you onto the dance floor with a fervor you’ve never seen in him. You don’t understand how a person can have so much fun dancing to this shitty music. It’s a lot easier to get through when you pretend that Todd is Eddie, and you’re dancing to mixtapes in his room. You decide not to think about the implications of that right now. When the song ends, you offer to grab punch for the both of you. Maybe it’ll be spiked. 

As you make your way back to Todd, you see him chatting with a few of his friends, and from this distance you can just begin to hear them.

“So, when do I get my twenty bucks from each of you? She’s totally ruining my reputation right now.” He laughs, and your stomach churns.

“Okay, yeah, you proved us wrong. You got her here, you danced, you win.” His friend confirms the fear that’s been looming over you like a dark cloud since Todd first asked you out. 

“You at least better hold onto her long enough to get her home with you tonight, man!” Another friend cackles, and you think you’re going to vomit.

How were you stupid enough to think that he actually liked you?

God, you’re so gullible. 

At least there’s nothing to lose now, you think. Walking over to him, drinks in hand, you dump both of them on his head. They splash on his stupid hair and drench his stupid suit. The music keeps playing. A few people turn to look. The room doesn’t stop for you like some trashy romcom. Everyone just keeps going. 

Storming out to the parking lot, nothing can stop the burning tears from pouring down your face. You slump down against the brick wall, fabric of your dress sticking to the rough sidewalk. The warm spring air feels sticky on your cheeks. You wish you had stayed in with Eddie.

Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. You need to call Eddie. Todd drove you here, so it’s either Eddie or walk, and these heels already hurt enough. Your body feels like dead weight as you drag yourself to the payphone on the wall, punching in the number that’s engraved into your heart. 

“Hey.” You greet, choked up. You’re trying to keep your composure. You know it won’t last long.

“…Hey. Havin’ fun with Mr. Popular?” There’s a bitterness to his tone. Usually he would’ve picked up on the fact that you were crying in a split second, but tonight he was too angry.

“Uhm, not really. Could you, uh,” you sniffle, blowing your thin cover, “pick me up? Like, now?”

You can almost hear his demeanor shift over the phone. A beat of silence passes.

“I’ll be right there.” He’s clearly still upset, because he hangs up the phone without saying goodbye. But his one-sided irritation can’t override the facts: he cares about you so much that he immediately hops in his van and starts speeding to the school, even faster than normal.

You sit back at the edge of the sidewalk, staring into the empty night over the parking lot. God, this is so cliché. Freak gets taken to prom as a joke; left crying outside. You know how pointless it is to cry over this guy. You don’t even care about him, to be honest. But it’s not really him you’re crying over. It’s the extensive disappointment you repeatedly put yourself through after expecting different results—it’s the fact that you haven’t stopped thinking about Eddie all night. 

As you begin to probe deeper into the ethical implications of falling in love with your best friend, said best friend whips into the parking lot, tires skidding as he pulls right up to you and parks. He drives just how he lives his life—with a sense of urgency and passion you don’t see in many. His van stops diagonally in the middle of the pickup lane, and he hops out of the driver’s side door, so worried he can’t be bothered to close it before sprinting to your side. 

For the past six minutes—which is Eddie’s new personal record on getting to the school from Forest Hills—his mind has been racing with every possibility of what could have happened to you tonight. Maybe Todd had another girl, or is just boring, or maybe you got totally Carrie’d and some assholes poured pig’s blood all over you. Not likely, but hey, you never know the determination of Hawkins’ resident assholes. At least if you got Carrie’d you’d look metal as fuck. That would be a good album cover. But that’s not the point. What he’s more worried about is the possibility that that dickwad touched you in any way. Just the thought is enough for him to completely light up—he got pretty close to breaking his steering wheel from how hard he was gripping it. 

“What happened?” He tries to act nonchalant, but that’s something he’s never been good at. 

Your head is held between your knees, looking down into nothingness. He’s staring daggers into the top of your head, and you can almost feel the fact that he wants to say ‘I told you so.’ Reluctantly, your wet eyes tilt upwards, the rest of your head following. 

“Let’s just talk in the van.” He sighs. 

You don’t budge. Your legs feel far too wobbly to imagine getting up right now. He has zero patience at the moment, it seems, as evidenced by the fact that he almost immediately picks you up bridal style and carries you directly to the passenger’s side of his van. He fumbles with the door handle for a second before setting you down gently in the seat. You watch him drag a frustrated hand over his face through the windshield as he walks back to his side, and although you know you didn’t do anything wrong, you’re worried that you did. 

The engine roars into life, turning your seat into a makeshift massage chair. Eddie pulls out of the parking lot as quickly as he pulled in, but with a little more focus. He doesn’t turn his music on, which is a bad sign. 

“It was a bet,” is all you can say, voice soft and defeated, “because, of fucking course it was.” You stare out the window, head tapping against the glass as he hits a pothole straight on.

“I told you that asshole was bad news.” His voice is laced with venom. He’s never been good at controlling his anger—especially when it has to do with you. 

You stay silent. Anything you say right now will probably just piss him off more. 

“Why do you—why do you always do this to yourself? You’re always finding these guys that just want to take you out to say they were able to take you out. They treat you like a fucking trophy.” He scoffs. 

You look at him again, tears still silently falling. Even if you wanted to say something to that, you can’t seem to find your voice. 

“I just don’t get it. You’re, like, totally perfect,” he coughs, gripping the wheel harder, “and these guys you find are total douches. You can do so much better.”

“It’s not like there’s anyone better around here,” you mumble while staring out the window, like some kid talking back to their parent for the first time. 

“That’s not my point!” His yell rings out against the hum of the engine, the dull drumming being the only sound left as he hangs a sharp right turn. “I just don’t understand why you’re so eager to find some guy that you throw your morals out the door.” Eddie’s eyes dart to you for a moment before looking back at the road. 

“I haven’t thrown my morals out the door.” You argue softly. 

“Yes, you have! We always said we’d never suck up to the bullshit they want us to do, that we’d never let them turn us normal, and here you are at the fucking prom.”

“Eddie, it’s prom! It’s not like I fucking stabbed my mother!”

“We’re supposed to be the freaks! We’re Hellfire! We piss people off! That’s our whole thing! You can’t just—fuck—just throw that out!” He groans angrily, pulling into Forest Hills, slowing down as you near the Munson trailer. 

“I’m not throwing it out.” You say, much more firmly. 

“You’re throwing me out!” There it goes, the root of the entire issue. He’s always been worried that you’ll find someone cooler, someone less abrasive, someone who will make you laugh and smile more than he can. Logically, he knows that would never happen, but he can’t help his fear. He throws the van into park and slams the door as he gets out. 

Eddie was eight when he met you. He’d been living with Wayne for a little over a year by the time you moved next door, but he was still struggling. His mother left him first, then his father. He missed his mom a lot, but his dad probably caused him more pain, knowing that he had the choice whether or not to stay, but Eddie wasn’t enough. Uncle Wayne was nicer to him than his father had ever been, but that can’t fix a broken kid. 

Then one day, you showed up in your ratty hand-me-downs, a year and a half younger than him. He thought that girls had cooties, but you were different. You didn’t giggle or try to hide your gaze like the other girls did when they made fun of him to each other. Instead, you walked right up to him and said hi. 

You were new, and you didn’t have the best clothes—he could tell you were probably going through something similar to him—so the kids at school kicked you to the curb. You were just as pretty as the other girls, he thought, if not prettier, as much as a seven-year-old can be. But that didn’t really seem to matter to them. Your lunchbox was plain, theirs had characters. 

When the two of you got to be in junior high at the same time, him in the eighth grade and you in sixth, he thought for sure that you would find new, more popular friends. It was incredibly shocking to him that you’d rather hang out with some dorky boy with an ugly buzz cut who’s two grades ahead of you than the other pretty girls, but he wasn’t going to complain. 

He’s lived with that fear constantly since then, always preparing himself to see you walking into school one day in some pastel sweater instead of your band shirts and battle vest. He knows you won’t, he knows you’re better than that, and he feels so guilty for always expecting the worst, but he can’t help it. 

You hop out of the passenger’s side of the van, holding up the skirt of your dress like some elegant princess. But instead of some grand, ornate staircase, you’re simply walking up the concrete steps of the Munson trailer and following Eddie, who’s storming inside. 

“Eddie.” You sound like a scolding mother, tears having dried up a few minutes ago, and you shut the door behind you. “Why do you think so lowly of me?” Your voice cracks with the weight of the question. 

Eyes widening, Eddie never realized quite how much his thoughts could affect you until right now. “I don’t,” he says softly. “You’re the best person I know.”

“You say that, but you always think I’m gonna leave you for someone else. You’re my best fucking friend. I’m not just gonna cut you off at the drop of a hat.”

“I- I know that,” he stammers out, a little shaken. 

“Do you?”

“Look, I,” he sighs, finally turning around, “I’m just scared. I’m scared that one day you’ll wake up and realize how fucking lame I am, and you won’t want to deal with me and all my bullshit anymore.” 

“The world isn’t against you, Eddie.”

He opens his mouth to quip back something snarky, but he closes it as he thinks about your words again. 

“You hate yourself so much that it’s beginning to rub off on me, because I’m friends with you, and if I like you, you think that surely there’s something wrong with me, too.” 

He’s stunned into silence, your words stabbing him straight through the heart. 

“Can you at least tell me why you were being a dick for the past few weeks?” You switch the subject slightly with a sigh. 

Eddie takes a deep breath. “Because of Troy asking you to prom.”

“Todd.”

“Yeah, whatever. He was my problem.”

“Why were you mad at me for that, though?”

“I knew he was gonna hurt you.”

“You didn’t say anything about that, though. You just said he was an ass once and then pushed me away for two straight weeks.”

Standing in the middle of the dark trailer, Eddie is presented with two options: confess his lifelong, undying love for you, or don’t. He knows that the only good and honest explanation he can give you involves a love confession, and he hates lying to you. But one thing trumps the fact that he hates lying to you, and it’s that Eddie is a complete and utter pussy. 

Eddie is, and always has been, a pussy. In middle school, you acted as his bodyguard—self-appointed, and very passionate—which only made him get bullied worse. You didn’t care. You’d defend him until the end of time. You’d take a hundred tugs to your ponytail or face-plants in the lunchroom so that he wouldn’t have to. You weren’t very loud or talkative in school, until it came to defending Eddie. 

To Eddie, you’re this glowing beacon of light and hope in his life. Everything good comes from you. And if he confesses his feelings to you, and you don’t feel the same, that pillar comes crashing down. 

But…what if? What if you did feel the same? That’s stupid, he thinks. Clearly you don’t, because otherwise you wouldn’t have gone to prom with another guy. And he’s sure you already know about his big, fat crush, and you’re choosing to act like you don’t notice.

“I’m sorry.” You can tell he’s nervous by the way he’s fingering riffs on the side of his thigh. 

“You always get so upset when I talk to guys. It’s not like there can be only one guy in my life.” 

“I know that, it’s just–” This is going to be the worst decision he’s ever made, and he knows it, but he can’t stop himself. “--I’m jealous, okay?”

“Obviously you’re fucking jealous, dickweed.” As you call him your favorite nickname, the intent behind his words reaches you, and your cheeks begin to heat up. “…Wait.”

“Have you seriously not picked up on this yet?” Eddie is genuinely surprised at your reaction. “You—you’re perfect, you know that? You’re the coolest person I’ve ever met, and I don���t know how you do it.” His voice is softer than normal. 

“Yeah, but—like, are you serious?” You ask. 

“I wouldn’t joke about this. I’ve been, like, totally into you forever. I’m surprised Gareth or Jeff didn’t say anything to you.”

“They did a while ago, but I thought they were messing with me.” 

“Okay, I honestly can’t blame you for that.”

A moment passes in silence, and you think about how to respond. 

“You know, I didn’t really want to go with Todd.”

“What? Why did you then?”

“I hoped that you would ask me,” you admit, eyes drifting to your feet, “but it was kind of a stupid thing to expect.”

His jaw goes slack as he hears you speak. 

“I guess that I’ve just kinda had this pipe dream where we’d go to prom together, and I’d be able to dress up all pretty, and we could dance together.” You avoid his gaze, until you hear him scurrying down the hallway. 

He emerges back out with his stereo in one hand and a cassette in the other, scrambling to place it down on the kitchen table and shoving the tape inside. He immediately skips to the song he has in mind. The familiar sound of Tommy Lee’s piano starts from beside you, and before you can figure out what’s happening, he’s offering his hand to you. 

“May I have this dance?” 

A smile grows on your face. “God, you’re such a fucking dork.” Your insult doesn’t come without placing your hand in his. He’s bright red, and he’s never slow danced in his life. 

Mötley Crüe’s Home Sweet Home is interrupted occasionally by the sound of feet stepping on feet and the subsequent ow!’s that follow, as well as the flustered giggling of two idiots in love. 

Eddie pulls you a little closer, his hands firmly planted on your waist. “You look really beautiful tonight,” he murmurs, “sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.” 

He feels extremely underdressed compared to you, him in his favorite torn up pair of black jeans and an Exodus muscle tee, and you in your stunningly gorgeous dress, looking prettier than any princess he could ever imagine. 

“Thank you,” you mumble back, flustered, “you don’t look too—fuck!—too bad yourself, you know.” A playful giggle comes with your words, and a huge grin grows on Eddie’s face. 

“Yeah?” He teases, looking right in your eyes. 

“Yeah.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” you giggle, staring right back. 

Leaning in, he lets out a nervous laugh before pressing his lips to yours. It’s not some magical explosion of energy that cures all your problems and fixes world hunger; but his lips are soft and warm, and he tastes like weed, gummy worms and a hint of shitty beer, and it feels right. 

You kiss him a few more times before the song ends, all quick and chaste but completely full of love. Pulling you along with him, not wanting to let go, he pauses the tape and the trailer goes quiet again. 

“Was I better at that than Troy?”

“Todd.”

“Point still stands, fuckface.”

Eddie drags you down the hall to his bedroom, the familiar ambiance warming you like a comforting blanket. Jumping onto the bed with a plop, the boy pats beside him invitingly.

“Can I change first?” You ask, ecstasy of the moment wearing off, allowing you to remember how itchy this damn dress is.

“‘Course. Your shirt is clean if you want it.” He calls it your shirt, but it was his at one point. The old Metallica tee used to be his favorite one, too, which meant it got a lot of wear and tear. But then you started wearing it at sleepovers, and it quickly became your shirt. Eddie didn’t like to wash it afterward because it smelled like you. He always felt like a creep for that.

Your hand tries its best to wrap around and pull the impossibly tiny zipper down, but it doesn’t want to budge. Eddie, watching you as intently as ever, quickly notices and jumps up to help you. His fingers move to your waist, soft and nimble, and gently undo the zipper for you. You let your dress fall to the ground, and he looks away, flustered. It’s not like he hasn’t seen you in your underwear before, but now it feels a lot more serious.

Quickly throwing on the hole-filled Metallica shirt and a clean pair of his boxers, both of you hop back into his bed. You’ve shared plenty of nights here before, but once again, now it feels different. You sense that it will become a common theme for your life in the near future. His hands snake back around your waist and pull you next to him, and you allow your head to rest against his chest.

“So… does this mean you’re, like, my girlfriend now, or what?” A goofy smirk is plastered across his face as he asks. 

You try to playfully shove him off of you, to no avail. “Are you seriously fucking asking me that?” You’re trying so hard to act angry, but your giggles give you away.

“Yes, yes it does.” You seal it with a kiss. Then one on his cheek, and the other, and his forehead, and the tip of his nose.

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#crushposting time aka connor don’t look at the tags!!! #I already miss cael so much and I saw him yesterday. we’re at that stage of the relationship. #I miss his stupid dorky grin whenever he makes a bad joke or says something cheesy ughhhh #I really wish he could actually be here w me or just like talk to me at all but he’s busy and grounded #over the summer I really hope we can go on more dates and stuff because our love languages are quality time and physical touch #I can only really do the latter when we’re like alone because pda is weird for me #ughhh he’s my guy and I love him so much it’s so frustrating when I can express it #normally this is when I turn to poetry but I’m also burnt out and that’s not gonna happen #I wanna just spend a day together again and one where we can be ourselves #like prom was fun but I don’t like dancing that much and it was really overwhelming #ideal date night is cuddling and napping on him while he plays video games tbh #anyway yeah I miss my boyfriend a lot and I want to tell him how much he means to me but I don’t want to scare him off and also it’s late

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Baby Blue - A Joel Miller Story

Joel Miller x f!reader/f!oc

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Joel loses a bet to Ellie and is forced to chaperone a dance in Jackson. He might not mind it as much when he sees that their pretty neighbor is also chaperoning.

warnings | 18+ light on the angst, heavy on fluff, SMUT

a/n | this can be read as a standalone or as a continuation of Sweetness, it's just fun either way :)

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Joel lost a bet. He had taken Ellie out to practice her shooting, lining up old cans as targets. She was getting a little too cocky about her aim, so he had upped the ante, moving the still-standing cans a few more yards away, stacking them in a pyramid. 

“If you’re so good, kid, I’d like to see you hit just that top can there.” He pointed out to the can on top of the stack. Ellie scoffed.

“Easy. You don’t think I can do it, old man?” He just shot her a look out of the corner of his eye, crossing his arms over his chest. Ellie was grinning.

“Do you bet I can’t do it?” She had caught him that day in a half-decent mood, so for once, he was game to play along.

“What’s your wager, kid?” She thought for a moment, before her eyes lit up wildly and she fixed him with a grin. Joel was suddenly a lot less interested in playing along.

“If I hit that can, you gotta sign up to chaperone the dance they’re throwing next week.” Joel actually groaned at that. When he had heard from Maria about their plan to host a makeshift prom for all the high-school-aged kids in the town, Joel had thought to himself that there might not be anything he missed less than the concept of a bunch of hormonal teenagers nervously fucking around in a humid gymnasium for a whole night. He had chaperoned one dance before, Sarah’s first and only homecoming, and his heart seized at the memory of how he almost blew a gasket watching Matthew Brown getting a little too handsy with his daughter. Needless to say, when they had asked at the next town meeting for adults to volunteer to chaperone, Joel had not offered his services up.

“Ellie, there’s gotta be something else. I’m not going anywhere near that dance.”

“Well if you’re so sure I’m gonna miss, what’s it matter anyways?” He cocked an eyebrow at her.

“And if you miss, what do I get?” 

“If I miss, I’ll stop bugging you about your very obvious crush on our neighbor.” Ellie hadn’t let up about the young woman next door, not since Joel’s fake birthday when she had helped Ellie bake that cake for him. What the girl didn’t know was that the pair had shared a kiss that night, but since then, Joel had been hopeless. He’d greet her whenever he saw her around, and they’d exchange a few nice words, but everytime he talked to her his brain went fuzzy with the memory of that night, and he’d yet to “make a move” as Ellie had been goading him to do ever since.

“Alright, kid. Let’s see what you got I guess.” They shook on it. Joel wasn’t really worried about it. Hell, he didn’t even think he could make that shot, and if it meant getting Ellie off his back about their pretty neighbor, he was game.

He had sorely underestimated the kid, which was why he found himself in the old Jackson rec center gymnasium on a Saturday night, watching a bunch of puberty-ridden children of the apocalypse dance with each other to old cassette tapes from the eighties. This certainly hadn’t been on his end-of-the-world bingo sheet. 

He leaned back against the cement wall, his eyes scanning the crowd for Ellie until he found her awkwardly dancing with Dina. At least he didn’t have to worry about Matthew Brown tonight. It was mostly other women chaperoning, and they had all given him weird looks when he came to volunteer. He had thought to himself that next time, he’d move the cans a lot further away.

But then he saw her on the other side of the gym, his lovely neighbor in an equally lovely light blue dress. The dress itself wasn’t anything special, a short-sleeved thing that fell at her shins, but on her, Joel reckoned it was still the prettiest thing he’d seen in at least the last twenty years. Her eyes met his from across the gym and she smiled brightly, already walking over towards him as Joel’s brain began to blare the oh shit alarm. She sidled up next to him, bumping her shoulder into his.

“Joel Miller, can’t say I was expecting to see you here. You lose a bet or something?” His eyes went wide as he looked at her. She just laughed.

“Sorry, I had to. Ellie told me.” He huffed out a laugh, shaking his head. 

“That kid is gonna be the death of me.” She shrugged, offering him a grin.

“She’s certainly a spitfire, that one. You know, she always asks me if I’ve talked to you lately, always telling me that you’d like to see me.” Joel felt absolutely mortified, his eyes sweeping anywhere but towards her to hide his embarrassment. He caught Ellie’s gaze out of the crowd, and the girl looked so smug he’d like to dissolve into nothing on the spot. That damn kid. He shook his head, turning his attention back to his neighbor and trying to pull himself together. He cleared his throat.

“You, um, you look real nice.” Her smile started to ease the panicky feeling in his chest. She lightly swayed the skirt of her dress.

“Traded some of the tomatoes I’ve been growing this summer for it. Certainly not the same as what I wore to my own prom, but I guess it works for a chaperone.” He offered her a slight smile, rubbing the back of his neck and watching her smooth her hands down the skirt of her dress.

“Do you remember much of your own prom?” She laughed.

“Oh yeah. I wore this awful shiny purple dress and had matching butterfly clips in my hair. My date’s cufflink actually got stuck in one when he tried to pull a move in the back of the limo we rented, nearly scalped me he yanked so hard.” Joel couldn’t help the laugh that came out at that.

“Sounds memorable. I take it your date didn’t get too far in, uh, making his move?” She just let out a low whistle, shaking her head and swaying into his side again.

“What about you? Do you remember your prom?” He sighed, altogether liking the feeling of her shoulder continuing to brush into his too much.

“Hmm, I think mine was a little before your time. To be honest I don’t think we even made it to the dance, just ended up, uh, parking.” He blushed furiously as he got the words out, instantly regretting it. She just hummed.

“Wow, didn’t take you to be that kinda guy, Miller. I’m scandalized.” He could see by the smile threatening to creep onto her face that she was kidding. 

“Did you at least wear a suit?” He scoffed.

“Of course. Gotta wear a suit to prom. I wasn’t that much of a heathen.” She quirked her brow at him.

“What color?”

“Blue.” “Navy?” 

“Uh, not quite.”

“Like a royal blue then?” Joel just sighed, his shoes suddenly very interesting to him.

“No. You’re not telling me you wore a baby blue suit to prom are you?” He huffed.

“It was the 80s, alright? Everyone was wearing them, thought it was cool.” Her laugh was big and bubbling, eyes crinkling up as she looked at him in disbelief. She finally caught herself, resting her hand on his bicep and giving it a squeeze.

“I’m sorry, Joel. I just– never in a million years would I have pictured you in a baby blue suit and now I’m probably gonna be imagining it until the day I die.” He shook his head, not able to fight the smile breaking out at her delight in teasing him. He willed her to keep her hand on his arm, and she did, curling her fingers lightly and letting out a sigh.

“Laugh all you want, but my date thought I looked good that night.” She hummed, tilting her head up at him.

“I’ll buy that. But you look pretty good tonight too.” He choked on an inhale. He knew her flirting was entirely gratuitous, all he had on was a button down and jeans, the same thing he wore everyday. She leaned into his side.

“Whaddaya say, Miller. Will you be my prom date?” He let out a breathy laugh, feeling the blush creeping up his neck again. Maybe it was the sound of “the Cure” fizzing in the background, or the dizzy feeling he was getting watching the swish of the hem of her dress around her bare legs, but Joel finally decided to go for it. He tilted his head down to catch her gaze, a wry smile cracking across his face.

“I’m flattered, darlin. Thought you’d never ask.” The grin she gave him was her brightest yet, and Joel felt like he was melting on the spot.

They spent a while like that, leaning into each other against the back wall and snickering about nothing, lobbing flirtations back and forth. One of the other chaperones stopped by and slipped her a flask that they started passing between them, warmth quickly settling into both their features. Joel hadn’t felt this at ease in a long time, with her arm slung around his shoulders like they were the only two people in the room. She sighed resting her cheek on his arm as he glanced down at her.

“You know, even after he yanked my hair, my date still tried to make another move.” Joel scoffed but she just nodded.

“Mmhmm, he dragged me into the men’s bathroom, tried to get me to give him a handjob, pfft. I smacked him in the face and left right then and there, had to call my mom to come get me.” She laughed, but Joel wasn’t finding anything funny about it. Even though it had been at least two decades ago, and whoever this punk was had probably long been turned into a walking mushroom, Joel still briefly felt a twinge in his chest that he’d like to knock the guy’s lights out. He felt ridiculous, instead drawing his attention back to her and tentatively letting his hand wrap around her waist.

“That’s a really shitty prom memory.” And then, his tongue loosened by whatever they had been swigging from that flask, he said something way too bold.

“You wanna make a better one?” Her fingers stilled where they had been lightly playing with his shirt collar. She was just as shocked as him at his words, but she quickly caught herself, melting back into a smile.

“Well, depends who I’m making it with.” Joel was already slipping his hand into hers and turning heel to tug her along behind him out of the gym and into the hallway. Her breathy laugh of his name made his heart kick inside his chest. He was startled however, once they got out into the empty hall as she pulled him back towards her, tripping over his feet until they crashed together in a kiss. His hands quickly found purchase on her waist as she tugged him down by the hair at the nape of his neck. He couldn’t help the low groan that thrummed through his throat when she licked into his mouth. She pulled back with a wet click of spit, taking a big gasp of air. Joel’s knees felt weak at the sight of her, lips swollen and parted, chest heaving in her pretty blue dress. 

They were interrupted however, by the sound of chatter spilling out of the gym and into the hall. Joel’s eyes landed on another door, pulling her behind him and into what must have once been a supply closet. Luckily, when he flipped the lightswitch it worked, and they were back on each other in an instant, a tangle of tongues that was admittedly taking him right back to his highschool years. He walked her back until she was pressed up against the door, their hips slotting together, seeking more however they could get it. Her hands were grazing up and down his chest, sliding along the waist of his jeans in a way that was making him feel dizzy. His palms started to wander as well, from her waist down to the swell of her thighs, making her gasp when he squeezed the softness there before dipping around to her ass and he thought to himself that she was perfect in his hands. 

He was snapped out of the swimming reverie that was kissing her when he felt her fingers starting to work at his belt buckle. He was quick to take both her wrists in his hands, pinning them back against the door. She huffed at him and he could only breathily laugh at her frustrated expression

“Nuh-uh, darlin. This one’s gonna be all you, alright?” She smiled, her head lolled to one shoulder.

“We gonna go parking after this, prom date?” Joel grinned, already kneeling down in front of her.

“Something like that.” While he may have felt like he was back in highschool, he still had his very-much-not-teenaged knees and back to deal with and he was feeling it as he got down on the floor in front of her. He figured the pain would be worth it.

His palms gently curled around her ankles, skimming up along her calves and the backs of her thighs as he rucked up her dress along with him. Her breath hitched when his hands squeezed at her hips, not taking her eyes away from his as he thumbed at the band of her underwear.

“Is this ok?” She nodded, but it wasn’t enough for him. He gave her hips a harsh squeeze that made her gasp.

“Need you to tell me, darlin, please.” She drew one of her hands to card through his hair, tugging lightly at the scalp to get him to tilt his head up towards her. Her eyes were blown wide, and she squirmed in his grip. Joel felt like his head was going to explode just looking at her.

“It’s good, Joel. I want it, want you, please.” It was all he needed to hear, laying an open-mouthed kiss to the top of one of her thighs before sliding her underwear down her legs and helping her step out of them on wobbly feet. He drew the hem of her dress back up and she seemed to get the hint, bunching it up in one fist to keep it out of the way for him. He let his mouth wander up the plush inside of her thigh, breath grazing over her cunt in a way that made her shiver in his grasp. When he dipped away, however, trailing down her other leg, she breathed out a long whine. At that, he let his teeth graze her skin, nipping just a bit unkindly at the softness.

“Patience, prom queen, I’m getting there.” She scoffed.

“Oh, I’m prom queen now?” She went to say something smart, but was cut off with a broken gasp when he finally dragged his tongue through her folds.

“I’d sure give you the crown, darlin.” With that, he dipped back into her heat, drawing his tongue up from her fluttering entrance to her clit and swiping over the bundle of nerves there. He could feel her thighs shaking where his rough palms were splayed, and he drew her one leg by the back of her knee over his shoulder to open her up even more to him. She keened into his mouth, sighing out soft curses mixed with his name as he worked her over. It wasn’t lost on Joel that it had been a long time since he had done anything like this, but judging from the way she was tugging on his hair and canting her hips into him he hadn’t lost his touch.

“Fuck, Joel– want m-more– please– need more.” He rested his cheek on the swell of her thigh, bringing a hand up and slipping two of his fingers into her tight heat. The moan she let out was more of a cry at that, and Joel’s head went swimmy again at the feeling of her clenching around his fingers.

“Want you to come for me, darlin. I know you can. You wanna come for me?” She nodded frantically at his goading words, and Joel dipped his face back between her legs to lick harsh stripes against her clit as his fingers continued to steadily pump her. He came up for air for a moment, watching her face scrunched in pleasure above him, the sight made his cock twitch in his jeans.

“Please, baby, come for me. Just let go, pretty.” It was all it took to send her over the edge, her hips jerking in his grip and her cunt pulsing around his fingers as he fucked her through it. She let out a few warbly gasps of his name, tugging his hair to get him to stop working her over through the sensitivity. He finally pulled away and she hissed as he helped her get her foot back on the ground, slumping back against the door and gazing down at him with a hazy smile, her dress fluttering back down around her legs. Joel stood with a groan, his knees screaming in protest but he was quickly distracted by her pulling him in by his collar for a stomach-churning kiss. She pulled away with a gasp, eyes searching his.

“Joel, wanna feel you please. Want you to fuck me.” He groaned at that, dipping his forehead to rest on her shoulder and shaking his head lightly. She stilled in his grasp, and when he looked up at her again, a worried look had settled over her face. He couldn’t help the disbelieving laugh that rumbled in his chest, that this woman standing before him actually wanted him that much. The furrow between her brow deepened, but he was quick to lay a kiss there, stroking the arc of her cheek with his thumb.

“I want you too– believe me. But I’ll be damned if the first time I have you is in a fucking supply closet.” She let out a wild laugh at that, her eyes crinkling up as she looked at him and a warmth melted through Joel’s chest at the sound. 

“You know, I thought you were kidding about the whole parking thing.” Joel grunted, stealing another kiss from her before guiding her out of the closet.

“Fuck parking, I’m gonna take you home, darlin, if that’s alright with you?” They were already walking out of the gym but she still squeezed his hand and shot him a wicked grin.

“Sounds good, prom date, lead the way.” 

When one of the chaperones checked the door that had been left ajar, they were only slightly horrified to find a pair of panties strewn on the supply closet floor.

#joel miller smut #joel miller angst #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fluff #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller #tlou fanfiction #the last of us #tlou

[corroded-hellfire]

Hi Amy,

Can I pls request reader and eddie waiting for a special moment to ‘do it’? Like maybe they planned it after prom but then everything they planned went wrong. So in the end they give up and it just happens in the most natural way.

It can be without the actual smut if you don’t feel comfortable. I love your writing and I’m going through each fic you have out. Thanks a lot ☺️☺️

I love this idea so much! It’s so cute, thank you so much for sending it in 😊

Warnings: smut, unprotected p in v (wrap it up)

Words: 2.6k

“Are you kidding me?” You smack your fist against the bathroom counter in anger.

“Hey, you okay?” Nancy gently knocks on the door.

“Fine.” You sound far from it.

Nancy patiently waits in the hallway for you to come out. She raises an eyebrow at you.

“What’s going on?” she asks.

“I’ve got my period,” you tell her as you walk past her and back into her bedroom.

“That sucks,” she says as she trails behind you. She shuts the door once you’re both back inside and you flop down face first on her bed. You mumble something against the mattress but Nancy can’t make it out. “Want to try that again?”

You groan and turn your head to the side so she can understand you.

“I don’t wanna go to prom on my period.”

“I know,” Nancy says sympathetically. She sits down next to you and pats your leg. “At least you have a dark dress.”

Shaking your head, you roll onto your back and stare at the ceiling.

“You don’t understand,” you say. “We got a room. Eddie and I… We were supposed to have our first time tomorrow night.”

“Oh.” Nancy lays down beside you. “Yeah, that really sucks. I hadn’t realized you guys haven’t done it yet.”

“We said we were going to wait for the right time,” you say with a sigh. “It was supposed to be prom.”

Nancy turns her head to the side to look at you.

“You two are disgustingly and grossly in love. Any time will be the right time.”

A blush heats your cheeks and you let out a chuckle.

As soon as you get home from Nancy’s, you call Eddie to break the news to him. He’s bummed, but would never let you know that. Instead, he brings chocolate and a heating pad and cuddles you the whole night after prom, in the big comfy hotel bed.

The next attempt is after graduation a few weeks later. Eddie finally graduating makes you want to just pull him into a bathroom once all the caps were thrown in the air, but it’s hard when family and friends swarm both of you in congratulations. The plan is to go to the party at Chrissy’s for a while, then head out to your house, empty and just waiting for the two of you to get down to business.

All your friends are at the party, dancing, drinking, having a fun time. Eddie doesn’t really want to dance, but you manage to convince him. Neither of you drink too much because you don’t want anything to take away from experiencing everything with each other tonight. No disorientation, numbing, nothing. You both want to be fully aware of every little touch.

Eddie raises his eyebrows at you sometime just after midnight, silently asking if you want to get going. Not hesitating for a moment, you grab Eddie’s wrist and drag him to the front door. The warm summer breeze hits your skin as you step outside, a nice departure from the stale air in the house that reeked of alcohol, body odor, and weed. Just as you step off the porch, someone barrels out of the front door behind you.

Steve stumbles forward, eyes glazed, the scent of whiskey wafting off of him. He steps forward, and though both you and Eddie are only three feet in front of him, he doesn’t seem to notice you.

“Steve?” you ask. His eyes search at the call of his name and they finally land on you, causing him to smile.

“Hey!” He’s loud and his voice sounds carefree, happy. “What’re you doing here?”

“It’s a party, Steve,” you tell him. “We’re all here.”

“Oh yeah,” Steve says and he stumbles to the side.

Eddie steps forward to make sure he doesn’t fall, but still rolls his eyes at his friend.

“Where are your keys?” Eddie asks.

“Dunno,” Steve says with a shrug.

“Are they in your pocket?” you ask.

Steve pats at his ass and hips, and his face lights up when he feels them in his front pocket.

“Got ‘em!”

“I’ll take those,” Eddie says as he snatches them from Steve’s hand.

“Hey,” Steve pouts. He looks at you, eyes wide like he’s hoping you’ll back him up.

“You’re not driving,” you tell him.

“Fine,” Steve says with a sigh.

Eddie takes his own keys out of his pocket and replaces them with Steve’s.

“Come on, we’ll take you home,” Eddie says. He sighs as he lets Steve hold on to him for balance as they walk down the stairs.

“Cool, thanks,” Steve says. He stumbles down the steps and stops. His brow furrows for a minute and he stands completely still before darting over to the bushes and bends in half as he vomits loudly. You grimace and turn away, trying to block it out.

You move into Eddie’s arms and hide your face in his neck as you wait for Steve to finish. When he’s done, he stumbles back over to the two of you, but he’s decidedly less happy than he was before. He looks pale and his eyes have gone from glassy to bloodshot.

“Shit, Steve,” Eddie says as you step out of his arms. The both of you help Steve into the back of Eddie’s van, where he can lay down, and head to Steve’s house.

When Eddie pulls up, you frown when you see the large dark house. There’s not a single light on in the whole place and you can’t bring yourself to take Steve inside.

“Eddie, we can’t leave him alone,” you say.

“I know.” Eddie sighs and rubs a hand over his face. “Fuck.”

He puts the van back in drive and does a U-turn in the Harrington driveway to head back in the direction of your house.

Your room is the closest to the front door, so you pull down your blankets as Eddie half carries Steve into the room. A sigh of relief leaves Steve’s lips as his head hits your pillow.

“Thanks, guys,” he mumbles.

“Whatever,” Eddie huffs as he walks out the door.

“We’ll be down the hall if you need anything, Steve,” you say as you turn out the light.

Eddie’s standing in the hallway with his arms crossed over his chest. You walk over and place a soft kiss on his lips.

“Guess we’re sleeping in my parents' bed.”

“I’m guessing that’s a no, then?” Eddie asks.

“Um, duh! I’m not doing it on my parents’ bed. Or with Steve in the next room.”

“Why do we have to be such good friends?” Eddie asks through clenched teeth.

“Because we’re good people,” you tell him. “Now come on, let’s make a new plan for our first time.”

Everything was all planned out for your birthday. Eddie was going to take you out to lunch, go see the new horror movie you wanted to see, then a trip to your favorite book store, and finally back to his place where he was going to cook you dinner. Wayne would be at work for the night and you’d have the whole place to yourselves. Your perfect moment had finally arrived.

Your stomach tumbles as Eddie pulls the van up to his trailer. Both of you are so excited and fidgety that neither of you notice the other truck out front.

“Hey, kids,” Wayne says as you step through the front door.

“Wayne,” you say in surprise.

“Um, aren’t you going to be late to work?” Eddie asks.

“Took the night off,” Wayne says with a grin. “Thought I’d take you both out to dinner to celebrate this one’s birthday.” He looks at you and gives you a wink. “I couldn’t just let you eat Eddie’s cooking.”

You force a chuckle as Eddie’s hand tightens around your own.

“Well, let’s head on out,” Wayne says.

Eddie’s quiet the majority of dinner, but eventually loosens up and gets back to his old self. You’re disappointed too, but it’s still a very thoughtful thing Wayne did and you make sure to tell him that you appreciate it. When you get back to the trailer, Wayne lets you pick the movie and you snuggle up on the couch with Eddie as you watch.

Wayne didn’t have an issue with you spending the night at their place, and you still consider it a great birthday present to sleep in Eddie’s arms.

Waking up with Eddie was also wonderful. He’s awake before you, just holding you against his chest until you woke up. He smothers your face in kisses until you giggle so hard your stomach hurts.

When you get up, Wayne’s left a note saying he’s gone out fishing and Eddie heads into the kitchen to get breakfast.

“Cereal?” Eddie asks.

“Sure.” You go over to the couch and flip the television on. Eddie’s old hole-ridden Ozzy shirt tangles around your body as you curl up.

Eddie walks in with two bowls of cereal, and you can’t help but smile at his bedhead.

“Nice hair,” you say.

“Look who’s talking,” Eddie says with a smirk.

You reach up and feel that your hair isn’t much better than his.

Eddie hands you a bowl before sitting down near your feet, digging into his own breakfast. He finishes first, slurping his milk loudly, and once you’re done he takes both bowls back to the kitchen. When he comes back, you move so you can lean against him, but you stop with a chuckle as he sits.

“What?” Eddie asks as he plops down.

“You have milk on your face.”

“Where?” He wipes around his mouth, but misses the spot by a mile.

You lean forward and wipe it off with your thumb. Eddie catches your wrist in his hand and presses a kiss to your palm. Your eyes lock and a shiver runs up your spine. Looking into Eddie’s eyes, you feel so close to him. You love him and he loves you. Why were you two trying to create the perfect moment for your first time? Any time with Eddie is already perfect, and your first time would be special no matter when it happens.

He tucks some of your messy hair behind your ear and you’re certain he’s thinking the same things that you are. You tilt your chin up and he slowly leans in, slotting your lips together. As your hands go around his neck, his arm wraps around your waist and he gently lays you down. You spread your legs and Eddie rests his body between them, hands running from your waist down to your hips as his tongue delves into your mouth. A moan escapes your lips as you slip your hands up Eddie’s shirt, parting your mouths only for a moment to slide it off over his head. He copies your actions and slips his own shirt from your body. Kisses are pressed against your neck and your body arches up into his, giving Eddie the perfect opportunity to squeeze your breast in his hand.

The vibration of Eddie moaning against your neck causes your hips to buck up against his. The hard length of his cock rubs against your thigh and the feel has you letting out a whimper.

“Eddie,” you breathe out.

“Yes, baby?” Eddie whispers against your throat.

“Need you.”

“I’ve got you, princess,” Eddie says.

His hand slips down the front of your pajama pants and rubs over the thin material of your panties. Legs spreading wider for him, Eddie kisses down to your collarbone and starts to lick and nibble at your skin, determined to mark you up as he moves your panties aside and runs two fingers through your slick folds.

Chanting his name over and over again like a prayer makes him smile against your skin. When Eddie takes his hand out of your pants, it causes you to whine at the loss of contact. He shushes you gently as he starts to tug the pajamas down over your hips. Once you’ve kicked them off completely, your hands tug at his pants, which he sheds himself of, along with his boxers.

Eddie’s fingers travel south again, collecting the wetness that’s pooled between your legs before finding your clit with his thumb, rubbing small circles against it. Blunt nails dig into his shoulders and you whine out in ecstasy.

“Want you,” you say. The feeling of his precum leaking on to your thigh has you getting even wetter.

“Ready?”

“I’m ready,” you say.

With one hand, Eddie cups your jaw and presses his lips to yours, kissing you firmly but lovingly. His other hand lines himself up with your entrance and slowly pushes in. You gasp against his lips at the unfamiliar intrusion, fingers digging even harder into Eddie’s shoulders.

“Fuck,” Eddie moans against your lips. “You okay?”

“M’good,” you say.

He eases further into you and there’s a pinch. You wince, but the pain quickly subsides and all you feel is pleasure as Eddie bottoms out.

“Shit, you’re so tight,” Eddie says. He pulls his hips back and slides back in again, making both of you moan.

“So big,” you counter.

“Baby,” Eddie says with a soft breathless chuckle. “You feel too perfect. I’m not going to be able to last long.”

“S’okay,” you tell him. “Touch me?”

Eddie’s fingers come down to rub at your clit. The sounds that come out of you only make Eddie sure he’s going to cum even sooner.

“I love you,” you tell him.

“I love you too.”

His nose nudges against yours as he gives you sweet kisses. The feeling of him being inside of you is weird, but in the best way possible. Being connected to him like this has your emotions bubbling to the surface and you try to hide the tears that are prickling the corners of your eyes. Of course, Eddie notices though. He immediately stills inside of you.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay? Am I hurting you?”

“No!” You almost shout it out, cupping his face in your hands. “This is just…perfect.”

The relief washes across Eddie’s face and he leans in to press his lips to yours.

“It is perfect,” Eddie agrees.

Your fingers tangle in his hair as he presses soft and sweet kisses up your jaw to your ear. His hips stutter and a moan comes up his throat.

“Gonna cum, sweetheart. Fuck.”

“Please, baby. Want you to cum in me.”

Eddie sees stars when you clench around him, and he’s spilling inside of you, coating your walls.

“Wow,” Eddie pants out against your neck. His body collapses on top of yours and you giggle as his hair tickles your face.

“That was hot,” you say against Eddie’s ear, pressing a few kisses against it.

“Yeah?” Eddie licks over his lips, trying to catch his breath. “It was good?”

“I meant your face was hot when you came,” you say with a smile. “But, hell yes. That was amazing, Eddie.”

“But you didn’t-.”

You don’t give him the chance to finish, smashing your mouth against his in a messy kiss. It’s only when you need a breath that you pull away from him.

“Doesn’t mean it didn’t feel incredible,” you tell him. “Being connected to you like that was basically the best thing ever.”

“It was,” Eddie agrees. “We didn’t need a perfect moment.”

“Nope,” you say. “We made our own one.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson fanfic #request

[tinkerleaf]

Prom with Dazai!

This man has me gnawing at the iron bars of my enclosure like a gorilla On another note, I hate how this turned out, but for some reason, this was so hard to write. Warnings: light cursing, a little ooc Pairing: dazai/reader Genre: fluff? Words: 585-ish Tags: @estelera11891

It was supposed to be just a simple favor, that’s it. All he had to do was be your escort to your senior prom, but it seemed to be a more difficult task than he had planned. Your friends were fine, they weren’t the issue. Neither was the music or the venue, or the faint smell of alcohol radiating from the teachers. It was you, you were the problem.

He didn’t know how enamored he would be the second he caught sight of you in your attire. He had no idea that he would be drugged by your presence, a warmth he had never known before. The lighting made your eyes look beautiful when they fell opon them. The feeling of your skin and fabric against his fingertips when the two of you danced sent him into a daze.

You two looked absolutely perfect together. You could hear a couple of your friends talk amongst themselves about Dazai, wondering who the handsome stranger was.

Out on the lonely patio, his eyes were all over your figure. His feelings for you were rather tame before, but now, he was losing his mind. He rested against the banister while you were facing the water. You smiled toward him, “Thanks for coming with me, I really appreciate you being here.”

He shrugged, “Someone as pretty as you shouldn’t be alone at Prom.” He thought back to the asshole that ditched you to go with someone else. When he actually saw them, he knew you really dodged a bullet. “I was actually quite surprised when you asked me to accompany you.”

You smiled, “I don’t think I’d have it any other way.” Your words slightly startled him, as if you may feel the same way.

He felt a sudden urge and slowly leaned closer to you. As you turn towards him, he slides a hand to caress your face as a rosy tint scattered across it. He looked so handsome in his suit, you could just melt. “Me neither.” Without wasting any time, he closed the gap between you two. It was a sweet, yet passionate kiss that surprised you more than anything. You had no idea that Dazai had any kind of feelings for you, but you weren’t one to complain.

When you two separated, he placed his forehead on yours. His eyes were sickeningly alluring. He placed another kiss on your temple, “It’s almost time to wrap up. Why don’t we get out of here?”

“Sure. Have something in mind?”

“Maybe, if you’re up for it.”

The two of you ended the night by getting ice cream. You talked and laughed about all kinds of things on the way back to your apartment, your hand in his. You couldn’t have asked for a better date to prom.

“I had a really nice time tonight.” You confessed.

As much as he hated to admit falling for someone, he did have a lot of fun with you. “Me too. Maybe we could go on an actual date sometime soon.”

“I’d love that.”

After saying goodbye and settling in at home, you scrolled through all the pictures you took. A trend that you noticed was how happy Dazai looked, something you didn’t see quite often.

Suddenly, a message buzzed from your phone. And then two. And then more. Your group chat was dying to know more details about Dazai.

When you told them he was your coworker, one of your friends got excited. ‘They got any more hotties like that at the agency?’ They sure do.

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[bedsyandco]

can we get blurbs about the previous times vi and luke kissed? (sophomore homecoming, prom, and the night he got drafted)

i don't know if I like this but here it is! <3

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homecoming game in sophomore year

This was your second kiss ever, second to only the “spin a bottle” kiss you shared when you were 12. If that could even be called a kiss, although both of you considered it your first. It was sophomore year after the homecoming football game that Luke really didn’t wanna go to but went anyway cause you begged him to.

It was your first game as a cheerleader and you really wanted him to come watch, so he did. He really regretted it when he saw that all the cheerleaders were wearing football player’s jerseys, including you. He could’ve shed tears of joy when the game was finally over and you made your way over to him. Knowing Luke as well as you did, you could tell something was up. 

“What’s wrong?” you ask

“Nothing,”

“Tell me,” you insist

“I’m just used to seeing you wear my name on your back, I don’t like it when you wear someone else’s jersey,” Luke mumbles and you smile.

“One sec,” you tell him and take off the football jersey and run to give it back to your cheer coach, before making your way back to Luke.

“Better?” you ask 

“Almost,” he says and takes his hoodie off before putting it over your head, with a satisfied little smirk. “Much better” 

You threw your arms around Luke’s neck, and when you pulled back Luke aimed to lay a kiss on your cheek but you turned your head last minute and the peck meant for your cheek accidentally hit your mouth. 

The kiss was quick and awkward and a total fluke, neither of you had meant for it to happen and the second it did both of you started apologising. 

That night you and Luke went to the Hughes home and had a movie night and the whole night all Luke could think about was kissing you.

-

prom

This kiss happens at the end of the night, when Luke takes you home. He walks you to the door and takes your hand in his.

“I had so much fun tonight, I’m glad you went with me,” he says 

“So am I. You even danced,” you say amused

“I did. What can I say, you can convince me to do just about anything,” Luke says and brushes your hair away from your face.

“Can I convince you to kiss me goodnight?” you ask boldly and Luke smiles, his cheeks going red.

He puts his hands on your waist and gently pulls you closer, moving one hand to cup your jaw and lowering his lips to yours. You pull away all too soon, leaving Luke a little breathless and wanting more.

“Goodnight Lu,” you say 

“Night”

-

draft night

You and Luke were laying in his room, his head on your chest while your hands ran through his hair.  

Your hands still cause you think Luke fell asleep but the moment they do he lifts his head and stares at you with a pout.

“Don’t stop” he whines

“I thought you fell asleep, sorry” you whisper

“Don’t think I’ll be able to sleep tonight,” he says

“Me neither.”  

“I got drafted today,” Luke says with a grin and you find your lips spreading to match his.

“I know, I was there.” you say amused

“You’ve always been there, I can’t tell you how much I appreciate you. You’re the best friend I could ever ask for and I love you.” he says with so much sincerity that your eyes sting and you have to swallow before speaking.

“Don’t tell Dylan,” you joke

“He knows,” Luke whispers back and you smile.

He lays a kiss beneath your ear and smirks when goosebumps erupt on your skin. You squint at him. He knows exactly what he’s doing. 

You put both of your hands in his hair and tug lightly, making him groan and bury his face in the crook of your neck.

“That’s not nice,” he mumbles

“You started it,” you retort

“I think you should kiss me to say sorry,” he says 

“Is that so?” you say dryly and he nods pointing to his cheek.

When you go to place the kiss on his cheek he turns his head last minute and catches your lips in a kiss. 

“Sneaky” you say and he smiles sheepishly

“Remember when you did that to me Sophmore year?” he asks

“It was not on purpose,” you reply

“Mhm. Whatever you say.” he says, putting another kiss on your collarbone before laying his head back on your chest and putting your hands back in his hair.

#ᡣ𐭩 violet x luke

[distorted59]

could you write something bout going to prom with 80s James? I don't know headcanons or something, pleease. that would be so sweet of you <3

hey, lovely!! sorry for the long wait! i hope you enjoy! also, i have no idea what prom is like, since I'm not American, so i hope it's a little accurate! <3

the two of you have been friends for the longest of time, had classes together and hung out with the same people.

you two would jokingly flirt with each other and some small kisses would be given here and there.

you didn't think much of it until it was almost time for senior prom. 

“Who are you thinking of taking to prom, Jamie?” you asked him with a playful smile on your face.

“Quit callin’ me that.” He tries to sound intimidating, but he can’t help but smile back at you.

“Well? "Who is it?” You want it to seem like you’re genuinely interested, but the only reason you’re asking is because you want to know if the thing between the two of you could be something real. 

“I don’t…  I haven’t asked anyone yet.”

Hopefully he finally grows some balls and asks you. 

It was a few days before prom and you were actually thinking you and James weren’t going to work. And you were really upset about it. You and James weren’t hanging out as much, and it was really fucking with you.

until… you heard tapping against your window. 

James was throwing rocks against your window! He's here! at your house! again, finally!!!

he climbed up the drainpipe clumsily, (how cute). He handed you his Iron Maiden ‘Killers’ vinyl first and then crawled in. 

“what’s this?” you grinned.

“What do you mean, ‘what is that?’. It’s Iron Maiden!” He was breathing heavily and his cheeks were bright red. 

“Yeah, I know that, dumbass!” You giggled. “ Why did you bring it?” 

“Open it!” 

You took the lp out of the art cover and on the protection cover there was a text, written in James’ messy yet perfect handwriting. “Will you go to prom with me? x Jaymz” 

“You dork! of course I will!” You wrapped your arms around him and you must’ve kissed him a thousand times. 

Both of your lips were sore from kissing that night.

When the time came, both of you were all dressed up. (80s prom was something else). matching corsages and he wore a tie that matched with your dress. 

He picked you up in his brother's car and he was a blushing and stuttering mess. (so were you).

His hair was a little messy, so it was obvious he tried to do something different with it. you told him you liked his hair this way and he thanked you shyly with a kiss on the cheek. 

The school’s gym was transformed into a dance floor and there were beautiful decorations on the walls and ceiling. there were your typical snacks and drinks, (which were obviously spiked). but the two of you had already brought your own drinks. 

you had a lot of fun with each other and your friends! dancing and singing your heart out to your favorite songs. 

you were looking forward to the somewhat slower songs, because that meant slow dancing with James. 

he’s not a great dancer, you didn’t care though. you just wanted to be close to him. 

after all that the two of you make out underneath the bleachers, just like in the movies. 

he asks you to be his girlfriend after the make out sesh. 

“I was wondering….” James starts. 

"Yeah?" you try to catch your breath after the intensive kissing. 

He traces his fingers over your dress, drawing a pattern. He doesn’t look at you until he speaks again.

“do you…. want to be my girlfriend?” he blushes. 

“Thought you’d never ask~”

seal the deal with a kiss. (again)

I wouldn’t be able to stop kissing him either.    

#thank you anon #thanks for the ask! #james hetfield #metallica #fanfic #fanfiction #metallica fanfiction #metallica smut #james hetfield x reader #80s!james hetfield #high school #prom #high school!James Hetfield #80s prom #80s fanfiction #80s high school #request #james hetfield headcanons #headcanons #my headcanons #metallica oneshot #metallica x y/n #metallica fluff

[justlemmeadoreyou]

Dance with me

In which, boyfriend!harry and you are at a wedding, and you really don’t know how to dance

word count: 336

. . .

Weddings were the best.

No work stress or drama. Just going to the wedding with your boyfriend, drinking, and having fun. It was like getting out of your life for just one day, enjoying yourself. But, there was one thing you didn’t enjoy.

Dancing.

Blame you for never learning even the basic dance forms, you just weren’t interested. Since school, you had never kept any strings attached to dancing, after your prom date had ditched you for another girl. You had been heartbroken that day, sitting at the corner of the ballroom, with vodka mixed in your juice. Couples swayed with each other across the room, laughing and kissing. That could have been you, but there you were, sipping a shitty drink with no remorse, eyeing everyone with siren eyes.

You hated dancing after that.

And it didn’t help when a friend of Harry’s, whose wedding it was, asked you to join the bride and groom on the floor to dance with them.

“C’mon, it will be so much fun. We can even kiss during the slow songs.” Harry tugged at your hand and pouted, to convince you to get on the floor with him. But, you were reluctant.

“Noooo” you protested, but he managed to swoop you into his arms and carried you to the dance floor, putting you down.

Your face was fully red now, from the shame and embarrassment, but Harry showed none of that. There was a smirk on his face as he held your hands in his, and started to move to the soft music flowing across the room.

“Harry, I don’t know how to dance!”

“It’s never too late to learn, is it?”

You smiled, as he guided your body along with his.

Until I found you started to play next, and you wrapped his arms around his neck. He leaned in, and kissed your lips, your heart beating wildly in your chest.

. . .

helloooo <3 it's my first time writing anything, feedback is truly, madly, deeply appreciated!!! :))

also, if you want me to do a taglist for anything I may write in the future, let me know!!

#harry styles #harry #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fic #harry styles x reader #harry styles imagine #harry styles writing #harry styles one shot #harry styles x you #harry edward styles #harry fluff #harry styles au #harry styles blurb #harry styles concept #harry styles fan fiction #harry styles fic rec #harry styles fluff #harrys house #harry x reader #harrystyles #fluff #writings

[leviathans-watching]

swirl with mammon

mammon x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .4k | rated t | m.list

a/n: ahh i'm so rusty 🫣🫣 but cute boy at my school dance made me think of this (can you tell these are like my diary) (still on haitus)

sweat beads across your forehead, and you wipe at it, knowing that no matter how cute you looked earlier, you’re definitely a mess now. oh, well, you got all of the photos you needed earlier and now just want to focus on dancing.

dancing in the loosest of terms, of course. it seems that no matter which dance you’re at–homecoming, prom, swirl–dancing really just means jumping up and down in a crush of your classmates. but really, that’s way more fun than when the slow songs play and you have to grit your teeth and pretend not having a date doesn’t bother you.

the strobe lights flash as the song changes. everyone cheers. you don’t know it, but that’s alright. people push forward, and you’re jostled. you see a friend across from you, and grin. he grins back, dramatically using his tie like a microphone, then wiggles his eyebrows, looking to your right. you follow his gaze, and see mammon, one of the hottest guys in your class, right next to you, somehow jumping at least a foot over everyone else’s heads.

he’s lost his tie, shirt mostly undone and completely soaked with sweat, but the smile on his face is still cute, especially when he sees you looking and it widens. you’re not exactly friends, but close enough, and on the dancefloor, it all evens out anyway.

the guy next to him pushes to the side and mammon rams into you. you push back, laughter lost in the music.

“i keep stepping on you, don’t i?” he yells, close in your ear. you’d noticed it, but it hadn’t hurt, as you’d changed into your nikes after pictures.

“yeah, but it’s alright,” you yell back, pointing down. he’s also wearing air forces, and you privately appreciate how you match. “it doesn’t hurt.”

he grins again, pushing his hair back as the crowd stills, waiting for the awkward change into the next song. “this dj sucks,” mammon says, taking the thoughts right out of your head.

you’d respond, but one of your favorite party songs comes on instead. screaming, you lock eyes with one of your best friends, and you both push past people so you can scream in one another’s faces.

in doing so, you miss how mammon’s eyes follow you, how he starts to think about the person he’s never paid much attention to in math, how maybe he should start doing so now. of course, until asmo crashes into him, distracting him as he shrieks the lyrics with wild abandon.

leviathans-watching’s work - please do not copy, repost, or claim as your own

#obey me #obey me game #obey me shall we date #omswd #swdom #obey me mammon #mammon obey me #mammon om #om mammon #mammon x you #mammon x reader #mammon x y/n #mammon x mc #leviswriting #leviswriting-obeyme #mammon x gn!reader

[highvern]

Two to Tango

Pairing: Lee Jihoon x reader

Genre: fluff, suggestive

Warnings: n/a

Length: ~1k

Note: i've been getting into writing longer fics (ie. heart of the sea) but decided i needed something short and sweet

read more here

“Jesus Christ, what’s so hard about swaying side to side?” 

“You stepping on my foot while I’m trying to do it!”

The argument occurring in apartment 8F could be heard from the elevator at the other end of the hall. Having your headphones in as you walk to the door, you fail to hear your roommate, her boyfriend, and his best friend screaming at one another. Instead, when you open the door and take a glance up, you witness the startling sight of Jihoon with one hand on Soonyoung’s waist, the other cupping Soonyoung’s at the side of their bodies. Soonyoung’s free hand was gingerly resting on Jihoon’s shoulder. They looked about as comfortable as two high schoolers slow dancing at prom in front of their mothers. Mina is circling around them like a lion stalking its prey.

“It’s not my fault you don’t know how to lead!” Soonyoung snaps.

Mina tries to play referee. “Be nice to him, Hosh! He’s learning.” 

“Oh, cause you do?” Jihoon responds.

“You asked me for help!”

The slam of the door shutting behind you sends their heads whipping around. Two faces morph into horror, shocked in place unable to move away from one another fast enough. Sooyoung backs straight into the coffee table, cursing as a glass topples to the floor. Mina releases an exasperated puff of breath through her nose before sitting on the couch.

“Oh, please don’t stop on my account.” You smirk, coughing in an attempt to smother the laughter caught in your throat.

“It’s not what it looks li—” Jihoon starts.

“It’s okay, I always thought you two would be a cute couple.” You ponder, and then cock your head to the couch. “Didn’t think you’d want a third though.” 

“I have enough on my plate as is.” Mina corrects, looking at her boyfriend with a shake of her own head.

“First, as if.” Soonyoung looks at you in disgust. “Second, he asked me to help him learn to dance.” He turns to Mina before proceeding. “Third, what's that supposed to mean?”

You pay no attention to the argument breaking out between them; instead, you shoot an inquisitive glance at Jihoon. The scarlet tips of his ears give away his embarrassment, along with the awkward shuffle of his feet and his sudden interest in the ceiling fan.

“Well, you all have fun.” You gush as you shuffle down the hallway.

The click of the door shutting has Mina turning on Jihoon in a second.

“You haven’t asked her yet?”

“I’ve been busy!” He defends, annoyance blooming on his tongue.

“How much time does it take to say ‘hey, wanna be my date to Seungcheol’s wedding’?” Soonyoung inquires.

“None, but if I ask like that she’ll definitely say no.”

“That’s how I asked Mina and she said yes.”

“Well she's dating you so we already knew she had low standards.”

“Hey!” The couple object simultaneously. 

“I’ll get to it when I get to it.” Jihoon shrugs, a pained sigh leaving his nose.

“Or we can get to it right now! Hey, Y/N!” Soonyoung shouts, breaking towards your room.

“I’ll kill you.” Jihoon threatens in a harsh whisper.

You open the door before Jihoon can pull his friend away, trying to quell the murderous glare on his face.

“What do you want Hosh?” 

“What are you doing November 16th?”

“Depends. Why?”

“Our friend is getting married and Jihoon wants to know if you’ll be his date.”

“Oh really? Hmmm,” you pretend to think. “then maybe he should have asked me himself.”

Jihoon can’t speak, pinned in place by your gaze. You’re casual friends, hanging out occasionally when Soonyoung drags him out of his room to socialize. In the past two years Mina and his roommate have been dating, Jihoon knows when you're pissed off but your tone and the heat of your glare tells him you're a little more than that right now.

“Oh come on! Where are you gonna find a better date? He’s handsome, and talented, and nice! Okay well maybe not that nice but—”

Soonyoung’s argument is cut off by Mina snatching his collar, pulling him down the hallway towards her own room with whispered threats as she pulls his hair.

Unfortunately, this leaves you and Jihoon alone at the threshold of your door.

“I–,” he swallows. “I did wanna ask you by the way. But that wasn’t what I had in mind.”

“You’ve been friends with him for how long and still haven’t realized he can’t keep his mouth shut?”

“He means well, he’s just…a lot.”

“So the wedding?”

“If you’re busy don’t worry about it!” Jihoon rushes, hands twisting to brush you off. 

“Ask me.”

“What?”

“Ask me to be your date.”

Eyebrows furrowed in confusion, he does as you say.

“Will you be my date?”

“Could use more enthusiasm but yes.” You smile at him, face glowing. “I’ll be your date.”

The scene is cute, twin shy smiles on blushing faces. One of your hands picks at the collar of your shirt, twisting the thin material as you muster your courage to make your next move.

Taking a step backward before turning in the direction of your closet, you ask “Do you wanna help me pick out a dress?”

Watching him over your shoulder, you drum up as much faux nonchalance as possible. You’ve waited months for him to finally make a move. Maybe you’ll send a thank you card to Soonyoung. 

“I’m not really a fashion expert, maybe Mina can come and–”

Jihoon trails off when he sees you grab for the bottom of your top, a strip of creamy skin visible above the waistband of your leggings. When he looks at your face in question, you arch an eyebrow.

“I think Mina’s busy.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” Jihoon nods, shutting the door behind him.

#svthub #seventeen fluff #svt x reader #seventeen fanfic #svt fluff #lee jihoon #jihoon fluff #jihoon scenarios #woozi x reader #svt woozi #🫡 highvern

[cloudcountry]

waltz of the flowers

Genre/Tropes: No notable ones.

Summary: After getting rejected by the person that asked you for a slow dance, you leave the school dance to take a breather. That was the best decision you made all night.

Author's Comments: Reader calls Riddle Housewarden but they are the Ramshackle Prefect! It's more of a teasing title than anything. Also, I used a prompt for this one, and the gist was "your prom date stands you up" and it got me thinking about NRC school dances. Also, Riddle looks so pretty in his suitor suit!! The title is a reference to the Nutcracker, if yk yk. Also there's a tiny dash of jealous Riddle which I didn't intend but it's there now!

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You simply adored the theme they chose for this year's annual school dance—Midnight Meadow. The walls were covered with faux flowers, streamers of yellow twirling down from the ceiling, desserts on fancy tea tables with delicate vases filled with even more flowers. You’d picked out the nicest formal wear you could afford with Crowley’s allowance to go to your very first dance. Your friends at Heartslabyul had worked to style your hair and accessorize you on Cater’s request, which was how you ended up with a messy heart and spade drawn on your right cheek. You didn’t mind their additions, though—your outfit being slightly symbolic of the friendships you’ve made at NRC wasn’t embarrassing, even if those two did draw like children.

You’d lost Grim in the crowd a while ago, his pitchfork tail swishing briefly behind him before he disappeared into the crowd, no doubt heading towards the snack table. Deciding to let Grim go, just for one night, you spent your time socializing with the friends you’d made during your time here.

Ace and Deuce were naturally attached to your hips, with Ace making snarky comments about people’s outfits and Deuce leading you through the crowds when they got a little too dense. They roped you into a few dances (even stealing some from students who looked like they wanted to ask you) even though Deuce couldn’t dance and Ace was too confident. It was fun though, and that’s really all you could have asked for.

Then the unthinkable happened.

“Ehhh, Shrimpy?” a tall shadow was cast over you and your friends as a voice cooed out a very familiar nickname.

“Hello Floyd!” you turned around quickly, delighted to have a chance to talk to one of the elusive Octavinelle students.

“You’re so cute, Shrimpy. Say, would you mind giving me your slow dance? You’re the only one I could bear it with.” he said, crossing his arms over his chest in a pout.

You laughed, unaware of Ace and Deuce’s baffled expressions.

“Sure thing. Nobody has asked me yet, so the spot is yours.” you nodded, “Also, I love the seashell details on your suit. They’re very pretty.”

“You’re so cute, I could just squeeze you right here...oh well, see you Prefect. I’m looking forward to it, eh he he.” Floyd giggled, spinning on his heel and walking away.

“He’s so weird—anyways, I think I’m going to go find Grim. The environment is a bit chaotic but if I leave him unsupervised for long—”

“Prefect! You agreed to dance with him?” Ace yelled, his hands outstretched like he didn’t know what to do with them.

“Well...yeah.” you blinked, “He’s not that bad, guys. Floyd likes dancing.”

“I’m not talking about the dancing skills of this guy! I’m talking about how dangerous he is!” Ace protested, eyebrows furrowed with worry.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea either. Floyd’s unpredictable.” Deuce said thoughtfully, exuding far more care than Ace was.

“I promise I’ll be alright. I know how to handle myself.” you laughed, turning away from them to head to the snack table.

Song after song played after you found Grim, choosing to talk with your classmates instead of dance. You hadn’t gotten to do that much since the start of the event, your mind caught up with the bass of the music and the stellar playlist they had. Your classmates all seemed excited to see you, and you received many compliments on your formal wear and food recommendations (mostly from Kalim.)

You hoped there would be more events like this.

It was only until the slow dance that you decided to find your partner, ditching Grim once again and declining Kalim’s invitation to dance (and a short while later, Rook’s as well.) You found Floyd standing in the corner, staring off into space.

“Floyd? Do you want to dance?” you asked, gesturing to the people dancing, either solo or paired up on the floor.

“Eh? No, I don’t feel like it anymore. Go find another partner.” he huffed, turning away from you adamantly.

You blinked, feeling your heart breaking a little. You had really been looking forward to the slow dance, and you would have been happy with anyone. But of course, Floyd’s mood swings were unpredictable, and your luck had been historically bad.

“Okay. Thank you for offering though!” you waved and left him alone.

Deciding to clear your head instead of dance, you made the decision to step outside. The night air was refreshing against your cheeks as your gaze shifted towards the sky.

Staying out here for a few more minutes wouldn’t be so bad.

Five minutes into your impromptu stargazing session, you felt a tap on your shoulder.

You jumped, expecting to see Ace or Deuce asking you what you were doing outside, but when you turned around you saw Riddle.

“Prefect, what are you doing outside?” he cleared his throat, his posture as straight as ever.

“I didn’t have a partner for the slow dance and honestly...I was getting a little tired.” you laughed, patting the patch of grass next to you, “Come on, Housewarden. Sit down.”

He cleared his throat, pink dusting his cheeks. Well, at least it wasn’t an angry shade of red. You didn’t want Riddle mad at you right now...or ever.

“May I have this dance?” he held his hand out, bowing his head to you.

You inhaled sharply as the breath was simultaneously sucked from your chest. He’d asked you in such a serious and regal way—not only did it make you feel special, it made you feel like royalty.

“Well...I suppose my dance partner did ditch me tonight.” you mused, placing your hand in his.

Riddle didn’t miss a beat, resting his hand on your waist as the muted song from the school drifted out into the courtyard. He held you gently, his grip firm but tender. You let him lead you through the first few steps on the dance, staring into the big gray eyes.

“Who would pass up a chance to dance with you?” Riddle murmured, completely engrossed in you already.

“You won’t like the answer!” you hummed, drawing out the last syllable of answer.

“I’m the one that asked. I swear I won’t collar them, if that's what you’re worried about.” Riddle winces, but it looks like he’s trying to smile.

Ah, the Housewarden is trying to joke with you. Cute.

“Floyd Leech.”

“What?! You were going to dance with him?” Riddle nearly yelled, his face turning that bright shade of red you were sure Ace was used to by now.

“He asked before anyone else did!” you protested, choosing to not comment on Riddle’s stumble after you revealed who you would have danced with to him.

“You could have asked someone.” he huffed, and you swore he pulled you just a little bit closer.

“Oh yeah? Do you want me to dance with Ace or Deuce instead? Because Ace would do something weird and embarrass me. I love Deuce to bits but he’d step on my feet and-”

“Prefect, do I have to spell it out for you? You should have asked me!” Riddle blurted out, his face slowly turning red.

Okay, Riddle was definitely holding you closer. It was not your imagination.

“I’m the only one in this school you can trust to actually know how to dance. I’m well versed in every form of waltz.” he murmured, brow furrowed, “And...well, I won’t step on your feet or do anything weird.”

“I know Riddle.” you hummed, tilting your head so it rested against him, “Isn’t that why I’m dancing with you and not them?”

He sucked in a breath but said nothing more. You laughed, squeezing his shoulder gently.

“You’re adorable, Housewarden.”

Just when you thought Riddle couldn’t get any redder, he proved you wrong.

#auburn's fics <3 #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle x reader #fluff #dancing with riddle >>>> #his mom probably made him learn #at least hes putting it to good use sigh #fuck riddle's mom #she sucks

[mymelodymia]

Hey how u doing? I’m in love with your fics btw they’re like my bedtime stories🥰

I saw that you haven’t written morgan much in ur fics so i have some ideas of a fic (or fics) you might like where y/n & morgan bonding with tony through the years. They’re a lot you can do them as parts or oneshots or one big oneshot it’s up to u really. y/n can be she/her or gn.

-12yo y/n asking tony to hold newborn morgan and he obliged, tears in his eyes watching his firstborn holding his newborn🥹

-4yo morgan & 16yo y/n in morgan’s room having tea party or dressing-up party (or whatever kid-friendly games lol) tony then join them and play along. pepper coming to get them for dinner and see her little family having fun (or one to put makeup on tony and the other style his hair and it’s getting messy haha)

-since pepper out of country for business, tony remains to watch his little troublemakers. But he had a bad day that the house label it ‘daddy’s bad day’. y/n noticed this and telling morgan to draw something to him and give him her best morgan cure ever (hugs). y/n did last remaining assignment as morgan finishes her masterpiece then goes to make hot chocolate for them 3. tony gets emotional about morgan’s drawing and more sappy when she hugs him tight telling him “it’s okay daddy. I love you” *sobs in 3000😭*, y/n sit beside him and hug them both (i mean them on the couch being cuddly comforting their dad🥹) then ends the day with a movie night.

-tony teaching dance to y/n for prom in their living room, morgan busting into them and the 3 dance together with an upbeat music, then morgan asks y/n to dance with her, and tony getting emotional again he’s so proud dad (FRIDAY caught him on 4k crying and sent the footage to pepper and rhodey lol)

-the stark family having an outing after y/n’s graduation, tony reminiscing the old times when y/n was just a baby and being taken care of (tony telling embarrassing toddler y/n moments to morgan. pepper in her Protective Mum Mode telling her kids embarrassing stories about their dad as kind of revenge for her embarrassed eldest *go pep!*)

-y/n being there for morgan’s first school day. morgan being there in y/n’s dorm room putting down boxes. this concept might work as a parallel yk.

one day at night morgan called y/n crying ‘cause she missed her sibling and y/n trying to comfort her😭

-years after all these scenes, the stark family expands with y/n’s little newborn. 12yo morgan asks y/n to hold the baby and tony (the sappy daddy he is) having flashbacks to when y/n holding morgan🥹😭

Yeah, that was a lot lol! idk if you’re busy or smth but if you do pls take your time. and pls tag me on your fics if u don’t mind ofc.

Good times Stark family x stark!reader

Pt 1/10

Summary: all the fun times you had with your little sunshine...morgan

Warnings:

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You woke up at around 10:17 a.m. you went downstairs and no one was there, you expected your parents to still be sleeping given that pepper was pregnant and tony well...he's tony.

You gobbled down a bowl of cereal and went upstairs to check on your parents, passing by the nursery, you saw all of the pink and white, and the smidgen of grey in there too.

You smiled, picturing your baby sister laying in her crib, or on the changing table, or even just playing with her toys. You were so excited to meet morgan. The baby sister you'd always wanted.

You peeked around the corner into your parents bedroom. But no one was there, you checked the bathrooms, the dining room, the kitchen, the living room, heck you'd even checked the garage. But no one was there.

"Friday? Where is everyone?" You asked the AI, starting to panic. "Pepper has gone into labor and is at the hospital with tony." She stated calmly. "What!? Why didn't they get me up!?" You asked her. And she said....

"Actually, tony has left a message for you explaining this" she said as she played it. "Hey kid, i hope your doing alright. It is your first time home alone, but peps in labor and i didn't want to wake you so happy will pick you up when the time comes. And dont worry, youll be here for the birth. Love you baby" you heard your father tell you from on the voice message, he sounded like he was driving and pepper was maybe holding the phone up so it could hear him properly.

"Well tell happy to come get me! I dont wanna miss my sisters birth!" You said running out as Friday contacted happy, you were putting together a comfy outfit. Making sure your sweatshirt was fluffy so that when you held her, she would feel it. You threw on your sneakers and was out the door.

Happy picked you up, and stepped on it. Which made you think you were in a hurry and might miss it, but luckily, you didn't.

You ran into the hospital room, immediately being greeted with tony and peppers soft eyes. You ran over to pepper, taking her hand in yours. "Hey mamuh, you doing alright?" You asked her, gently caressing her arm.

"Yes, thank you munchkin" that was peppers nickname for you, she loved saying it, and you were determined to pass it down to morgan and possibly your children some day.

"How dilated is she?" You asked looking up at tony. "Shes currently 8 centimeters dilated"

"What?? Oh thank god i didn't hit the snooze button." Everybody chuckled at your joke.

After a while, she was fully dilated and ready to push. The nurses and doctors instructed her on what to do, while you and tony were at her sides cheering her on and comforting her.

"You got this mamuh, there you go! Come on." You and tony kept repeating these words until morgan was officially born <33333333

It took another few minutes for you and tony to be able to hold her though. But when tony held his second daughter on his chest, the man was crying with joy.

Though he was iron man, and acted like he was the Is toughest guy on the planet, he was actually a very delicate flower.

You tapped his shoulder, getting his attention. "Daddy, can i hold her now?" He immediately gave little Mo to pep and folded your arms in the correct way. After he finished this task, he took his baby and placed her gently in her big sisters arms.

You looked down at her and she looked up at you. You both stared into each others eyes for a while. Tonys eyebrows fell back, he felt a tear run down his cheek. He quickly whipped out his phone, holding it sideways he recorded you both for at least 5 minutes straight.

You smiled at her, letting out a small giggle in awe, and she cooed at you. Making you smile bigger, which made her smile, and all of this reminded tony of his first moments with you, as if you were him and she was you, it flashed before his eyes on how fast his little girl was growing up.

He didn't want the same for morgan, he wanted for both of you to stay like this forever. He wasn't going to let the first few months of little Mo's life off of his mind for a long time. He made the mistake with you, and when time went by so fast, he wanted to go back and not mess it up this time. He took an oath to remember these moments with morgan, it didn't matter if he was soothing her cries, or feeding her, or even bathing her. He wasn't going to let any of it go. Ever.

You looked up at tony, who was balling his eyes out. You giggled and leaned to the side to hug him. He began sobbing into you, holding you tight, pep definitely snapped a photo of this >:) she's gonna show it to everyone ehehhehehehehe

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You came into Morgans room, the baby pink walls were covered in her drawings and photos. You sat down at the table that was seven times too small for you.

She was having a tea party with her stuffed animals, her ginormous panda bear plush sat in a chair, along with a elephant pep had gotten her, and a lion you had got for her.

"May i join the tea party m'lady?" You asked her in a strong British accent, "of course madam" she responded, trying her best to recreate the accent. Pretending to pour some tea in a cup in front of you.

you took a plastic cup she just "filled". Making a loud slurping sound. She giggled at this. (I wanna hear it so bad)

She eventually talked you into wearing a giant pink hoop skirt. (Even though she simply asked and you did it because you cant resist those big beautiful little eyes of hers) Which she had a smaller version for her.

after a while, tony walked in and paused seeing his both his daughters on the floor, in giant hoop skirts, having a tea party. A smile danced on his lips.

Morgan ran behind him and shut the door, locking it in the process 😈😈😈

"Wacha doing, and why did morgan just lock the door....wait who taught you to do that?" He said turning to morgan, who had her arms behind her back innocently "i did." You said raising your hand.

Tony eventually joined in on this tea party. And after begging for like 10 minutes, he put on a hoop skirt as well, and you ran out of the bedroom, getting caught on the locked door. And returned with makeup. "Uh-no." He said pointing a finger at you. You gave him puppy dog eyes, and so did morgan "....fine." you and her cheered before high-fiving.

While morgan did his hair in very odd shapes and styles, you did his makeup, badly....like, INTENSE blush. And bright blue eyeshadow. And red lipstick, you know.

Then pepper walked in to inform her family that it was dinner time. But saw all of you in giant skirts, and tony in a the best ponytail you can do with three inches of hair, and a tiara of course 😄 and you doing his makeup.

She chuckled at this, and especially tonys vulnerability to his girls. "Dinners ready, come on" she said before leaving the room. "Dont worry dad you look amazing"

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You had noticed that your father had a pretty bad day at work, and decided to help him out a bit with the help from Morgan.

"Hey mo. Daddy had a rough day at work, and he misses mommy, lets call it 'daddys bad day' and i want you to draw him something with all of your skill, and then give him the best bad day cure ever! hugs" you whispered that last bit to make it more dramatic for her.

She ran across her bedroom to grab her crayons and a few papers, and immediately got to work, creating her best piece yet!

You looked at it, then back at her and high-fived her for her amazing drawing skills. You had the milk on the stove and the chocolate in the microwave being melted. (You really think that you would make him instant hot cocoa on daddys bad day? Didn't think so)

You watched as tony came downstairs from his hot shower, that was long as well. And watched him immediately plop down on the couch, putting his hands over his face.

Morgan climbed onto the couch and tapped his shoulder getting him to look over at her, his hands floating midair.

"I made you something daddy" she said handing him the paper. He took one look at it and immediately smiled, looking back at morgan he saw she was handing him another paper. "And this ones you and mommy" she said pointing at the two people hugging underneath a rainbow in a meadow of flowers.

He was already quite emotional from his hard day, he felt his eyes water. Little Mo noticed this and wrapped her small arms around his neck, squeezing him as hard as she could,

"Its okay daddy...i love you" he let out a small sob and threw his arms around her waist. "I love you too, my sweet girl".

You walked over and sat down on the couch on his opposite side. Setting all three drinks down on the coffee table in front of you. You leaned into him, you and morgan both squeezed the life out of him.

You turned on a movie, and after you finished your drinks, you and morgan passed out in your fathers caring arms.

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A/N: AAAAAAAAAAA! I love writing for morgan so fricking muchhhhh 💕🥰😘🩷 and I'm trying to tag you I swear, it's not workingggg 😭😭😭 this has happened before just give it a few days maybe 🙃

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things that happened on degrassi but i make them about riverdale

they had cheryl say cuckoo bananas one time, zig novak was heraldo, and also vanessa morgan was mike dallas's baby mama so like clearly there's existing connections here. and just like riverdale and degrassi writers-- i love putting characters into situations. so. without further ado..... things that happen on degrassi (tng & next class) that should've happened on riverdale.

betty pelts dodgeballs at jughead during gym class after he is vague about going on a date or not

dolly zoom on archie's face as fred says "your mom is gay"

betty and gay kevin have a fight while filming a fake commercial for unisex cologne for class

^ this with gay kevin

reggie does elaborate business deals with locker trading so that veronica can have the best one

archie sending veronica flowers with a card that says ”you rock! xoxo archie”

jughead choking and needing the heimlich but refusing to let gay kevin give him the heimlich because it would mean gay kevin has to touch him.

betty getting into an actual violent physical fight with blood with a random girl at school

^ okay go watch this video right now you only need to watch like the first minute exactly. the rest is completely optional. i have several scenarios in mind here:

- idea one is gay kevin having issues with fangs for the billionth time and so when in doubt kiss archie? - idea two is something jarchie related either betty or veronica is the dylan here . - IDEA THREE IS DYLAN=JUGHEAD GAY MARCO=ARCHIE. SO WHEN IN DOUBT KISS REGGIE?! - but also. the very first episode of riverdale is veronica so when in doubt you kiss betty. okay like realistically the scene is not like that but i think they shouldve let betty say "so when in doubt you kiss betty." for me personally. she would not fucking say that but i want her to

veronica and jughead go to the college admissions fair while extremely high.

RAS plays a similar role to kevin smith and gives advice to cheryl about being gay

kangs toxic poker game. what more can i say

veronica: as you and jughead’s closest friends- jughead: oh actually i don’t really like you. veronica: SHH!

natasha bedingfield performs at prom. archie gets to dance his heart out and cry a little to unwritten. and pocket full of sunshine woah oh

toni gets so much into vampire books that she makes out with cheryl and thinks about vampires too hard and bites her on the neck (this would be a great reference to vanessa morgan's time on another canadian teen show my babysitter's a vampire and also i think we should let toni be a little crazy for fun)

lgbt mixer at la bonne nuit. nothing crazy happens on the degrassi episode but i just wish it had happened on riverdale. like maybe veronica and kevin sing same love or born this way. (again that did not happen on degrassi just using the fact they did an lgbt mixer at the teen speakeasy as a jumping off point.)

when jughead gets hired by tabitha at pops, he immediately burns down the restaurant. they then go to a casino in niagra falls and get vegas-style married

cheryl adopts a pig (that later destroys her house) instead of coping with being alone

reggie attends a meeting about homophobia brought on by locker room bullying and someone explains the definition of internalized homophobia and he says out loud "im a homophobe" and starts crying

jughead poisons bret with stuff that makes you throw up. this involves cups being switched and a reference to roman history (but in the riverdale version betty supports and enables it)

jughead writes a story about a girl getting stalked who has a protective boyfriend trying to stop it but he makes the ending be that the boyfriend realizes he can never protect her from the stalker so he kills her. and betty is like dude um what that is insane. and hes genuinely like what it's just a story. later jughead ends up still not being able to figure out an ending and burns the script on stage while having a breakdown

they have to build rube goldberg machines for class. it doesnt matter who i just want this to be something

fp and alice wedding where bughead break up and get back together like five times about it

core four smokes weed during 2x14 The Hills Have Eyes (degrassi had an episode where teens were unsupervised in a cabin. Just Like.)

gay kevin does a gay musical production of romeo and juliet.

some film guy that jughead adores comes and does a guest lecture and so in order to impress the guy he smokes weed with chic and makes a terrible insane short film to show said film guy

timeskip jughead does mdma at an artsy party where people are very high and painting with their bodies on the walls and floors. in order to avoid his problems.

gay kevin wears a beret at least once

^ bughead texts

veronica sings triangle tra la le la by patsy cline while in the midst of one of her 'reggie or archie' moments

betty gets really into axe throwing with lesbians (the pretty poisons) in the woods

unfortunately i cannot find a video uploaded of gay tristan performing it but. gay kevin voice riverdale you make drama look! so! good!

veronica trying to tank her father's mayoral campaign by being gay with betty and outing hiram as a homophobe

reggie: for the last time i'm not gay. or homophobic. just missing my best bro....

jughead won't shut up in class so cheryl cuts off some of her hair and then asks jughead to hold the scissors for a sec. and then she raises her hand and tells the teacher jughead cut her hair

beronica has a heartfelt moment about admitting feelings for each other and in the middle of it reggie walks up to them with saddest look on his face and says "am i hotter than archie? be honest. actually don't." and then walks away

veronica comes out to avoid political backlash and the word gets around to hermione who tries to comfort her by saying "no one's gonna believe you're gay. it happens to all powerful women. even hillary"

cheryl and veronica have a fake trial in class over twitter beef

cheryl auditions for a boy part in a play directed by gay kevin. gay kevin initially says no, but cheryl points out that it should be about relating to the pain of the character, not gender. gay kevin agrees and says that he is going to play the part himself because no one understands what he's going through better than him, right?

i'm constructing a reality where fangs is dating gay kevin when he is in the infamous bus crash but instead of dying he goes into a coma. and gay kevin is loyally by his bedside until he snaps like three months in and hooks up with moose. the night he does that, fangs wakes up from said coma.

veronica, speaking to reggie: even though we're a toxic couple, i really miss you and i want our break to be over.

betty has a terrible reaction to weed and someone finds her sadly eating slices of bread from a bag saying “i thought the bread would make me less high but it isnt working”

and finally, and crucially, they should've done a shark in the water style promo for at least one of the seasons. thanks for tuning in.

#IM SORRY FOR BEING INSANE #IM NORMAL. IM NORMAL. #m.txt #degrassi #riverdale

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Heartbreak Princess

Summary: After breaking up with her on the phone and ignoring her, Y/N and her band, decide to play a special gig at the hideout... right before Eddie's set to go on and play.

Warnings: childhood friends to lovers to ex's. Angst with a happy ending. background Jancy breakup, mentions of Ronance, the drummer is Gareth's little sister, (hastily proofread)

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Word Count: 2.5k

Ah, childhood romance, one of the most precious things you can have… Flirting on the playground, getting married with 25-cent machine rings in the 5th grade, kissing for the first time at a Sadie Hawkins dance, losing their virginity to each other in the middle of the summer between freshman and sophomore year… in their Senior year, they won prom king and queen even though they weren’t on track to graduate at all. In their 5th year together they just had fun, they really stopped trying to pass at that point, but Y/N did anyway. She graduated in Steve Harrington’s year, it was weird accepting her diploma without Eddie, but she did it. 

She graduated, she got into hairdressing school, she took out some loans she got an apartment and she was living in Indianapolis with the preconceived notion that Eddie would try this year and move in with her once he was free of Hawkins High…

And now she’s sitting in her room, alone, without a best friend or a boyfriend because he’s an idiot. Something happened over his march break, something that he wouldn’t tell her about, something that caused him to be on an FBI watchlist. And then something in him said they should break up because he was holding her back… from what? She had no fucking idea?? He just dumped her. Like it was easy like he had no problem doing it, on the phone in 27 seconds and then he was gone. 

It’s not like she had huge life goals and they both knew success in high school didn’t translate after… just look at Steve Harrington at scoops ahoy? And now the video store? He was on track to be the most successful just because he was the most popular at school, where was Y/N on that list? She didn’t know, but it was probably closer to the bottom. 

She calls him again, not getting him, only Wayne. “Dude, I’m in hairdressing school it’s not like I’m going to be the fucking president? What does he mean holding me back?” 

“I don’t know,” Wayne sighs. “I can’t keep telling ya his secrets, you’re gonna have to talk to him about it.” 

“He won’t talk to me?!” 

“He’ll have to if you just showed up here?” 

He was right. She knew it. “okay.. I’ll see what I can do.” And she left him alone after that. 

She couldn’t get back to Hawkins for a while, she knew he wouldn’t be in Indianapolis for the unforeseeable future, so she just had to sit and stew in her feelings. Something she wasn’t really good at doing. She didn’t like to keep them in and she no longer had him there to tell everything to. She hated it. 

She wanted to get the feelings out so she picked up a pencil and started scribbling out her feelings, noticing how some of it fit and rhymed and made sense more as a song. A breakup song, mildly angry, mostly confused… but a song nonetheless. 

She was tapping on her desk, humming, “call me, say it’s over… I was your best friend we were the perfect shade… out of every colour, how did our love turn, how did our love turn grey?” She sings to herself. 

With some of his stuff already at her apartment, the place he was supposed to move into next month, she finds his first ever electric guitar and his old amp, the ones that mean the most to him (much like how she felt) and plugged them in. She couldn’t stop herself from finding a riff, bounding her leg along, imagining hard drums, the kind of music she and the boys used to pretend to make in Gareth’s garage.. and it makes sense. 

And it’s good. 

So the plan changes, she makes a few phone calls, and then she has a band and then they’re coming over for practice and then it becomes a real song. She knew a few girls from the school band that had their hearts broken, she knew they’d be able to bring the energy that she wanted to this song and they sure fuckin did. 

Gareth’s little sister, Gretchen, was her drummer, she was just as pissed off at Eddie for breaking up with Y/N as she was, and even angrier that the whole mess resulted in Jason breaking her brother's hand. Buckley could read notes, so transferring from trumpet to Key’s was easy for her and she really enjoyed it. She even added some extra sounds, synth, sandbags, and a cowbell? It brought another level to the song she didn’t know they needed, and the finishing touch was someone she never even knew had any musical talent, but Robin vogued for her. Nancy Wheeler could play guitar and she was fucking awesome at it. And also incredibly pissed at her ex, Jonathan. So it helped. It helped a lot. 

The 4 of them were all angry and talented, and so the song reflected it. 

So, on a stormy Tuesday, with all their stuff piled into the back of Nancy’s station wagon, they drove from practice in Indianapolis all the way to the Hideout in Hawkins. She knew they had a gig, or Eddie did, they weren’t a full band with Gareth’s hand still in a cast, so the boys just sat in the audience, turning his crowd from 3 to 6. 

When Y/N called the hideout and booked their spot she gave them direct orders to not advertise who else was playing before Eddie’s spot. They didn’t care, it was a weird request but they kept their word. Eddie had no idea when he walked in that his ex-girlfriend would be coming out in a few minutes with his old guitar in his old clothes, singing a song about how he fucking hurt her for no reason. 

He gets a drink to calm his pre-show nerves like always, sitting at the bar and watching the roadies set up the stage. It’s not unusual for him to not know who was playing, it was however for no one working there to give him a hint or a name, or anything really about who it was. For some reason he thought it was someone famous, he thought maybe the town being on the news brought someone new in, and the growing crowd fed his suspicion. 

And then people he knew started coming in. 

Steve and Dustin, who had a blue wristband on to let the bartender know not to serve him. “What are you doing here?” 

“Oh, Robin's playing tonight,” Steve shrugs it off. 

“She joined a band?” 

He laughs, not knowing that Eddie didn’t know yet. “Yeah, with Nancy and Y/N?” 

“What?” He barely has time to get a response out of Steve when the lights dim and the curtain closes. 

Steve places a hand on his back, “get ready, man.” 

“Fuck…” his heart drops to his stomach, he feels absolutely sick about having to see her… but he also wants to cry because he’s missed her so fucking much. Hating himself for the choice he made from the second he hung up the phone, he hasn’t been able to face her in the wake of everything. 

He just couldn’t ruin her life being associated with him that closely. 

When the curtain opens again the lights turn red and blue, making her glow a beautiful purple as she stands there with his guitar swung around her shoulders. He makes his way through the crowd to the front, watching her with big eyes as she introduces everyone. 

“Hi,” she smiles, unable to see past the blinding lights, she had no idea he was this close to the stage. “I’m Y/N, and we’re Heartbreak Princess… and we’re really excited to share our first song with you guys.” 

She turns around singling to Gretchen to start the song, it was really happening now. With light drums, she turns back to the mic, eyes closed, she takes a deep breath, “Everything was simple, I was your best friend. We were the perfect shade. Out of every colour… How did our love turn, how did our love turn grey?” 

She steps away from the mic, biting her lip as she prepares for the reaction, “Fuck yeah!” Robin shouts as the beat drops and the song kicks in. 

Stepping back in, playing along, she sings: “I’ve never known the glitter and gold or why I feel numb at 20 years old? Oh, why do I always do this again, again?

Tried to fill a boy who was empty inside. Traced around the edges, started crossing the line. Don’t just tell me it’s all in it’s all in my head.” 

“It’s all in my head!” The girls sing backup.

“Call me, say it’s over. I was your best friend. We were the perfect shade. Out of every colour, how did our love turn, how did our love turn grey?"

Gretchen fucking kills the drums, angry as possible, really making it hit. 

Letting Nancy take over as she mimes along… “Here we go, we’re at it again, I need a little time, could you pencil me in. I’ll make you hate me just to see if you can,” she puts in the dramatics.

“Let’s see if you can!” The girls sing back.

“Out of every colour,” Robin sings, first, followed by Y/N, “You were my favourite.” “We were the perfect shade,” they sing together into the silence. 

And then the base drops and she jumps, singing loud enough still that the mic picks up her cry, “Oooh! Oh!” 

Gretchen goes off! Nancy shreds so hard a press on nail pops off onto the stage, and the whole room erupts into chaos! It’s incredible. 

“How could you say it’s over? When I was your best friend and we were a perfect shade. Out of every colour, why did our love turn, why did our love turn grey?”

She steps away, joining Nancy in the most epic guitar solo known to man, the two of them facing each other, letting Robin sing the rest of the song as they played together. 

“Why did our love turn grey?”

She plays out the last few notes, turning back to the microphone as the band stops but the room doesn’t go quiet. “Thank you.” 

He’s absolutely dumbfounded. 

Standing in the front, bombarded by people rushing to the front in the heat of the moment, just absolutely blown away by how amazing she is. 

He had no idea she had that in her, and by god was he proud of her for doing it. He claps and cheers, whistling so loud she locks eyes with him and knows he’s there close to the stage. And it pisses her off a bit. 

“That was for my dickhead ex, this one is for me,” she announces before they start another song, a cover this time, Edge of Seventeen by Stevie Nicks to be exact. 

She has a whole set to finish before he’s allowed to talk to her before he can say sorry, so he backs up into the crowd and gives the front to someone who wants it, letting Y/N have her moment. 

And he’s gotta give it to the girls, Gretchen is kicking ass almost better than her brother… and he’s spent a lot of time playing in front of Gareth to know. Nancy is fucking awesome, he didn’t even know she knew how to play and he bet she could play better than him with those delicate fingers. And Robin can sing. Like really sing! Singing most of Edge of seventeen, hitting every high note of the background music, it was fucking amazing. 

And with the song fading to quiet, Robin shows off again with her piano work as an all too familiar favourite of Eddie’s comes on. Head Over Heels, by Tears For Fears… it’s like she’s singing right into his soul. 

He was wasting time. He took her heart, he broke her heart and he threw it away and she didn’t want any of it. 

Like she’s singing right into his soul, he can’t believe he’s hurt her like this all for his own peace of mind. She didn’t give a fuck if he actually killed those people, she’d still come to knock on the glass and hold that prison phone each week to talk to him. She loved him more than anything. 

He knew that now. 

And in their last song, bringing them to the end of their 20-minute set, Nancy switches place with Y/N to sing Separate Ways by Journey. Which is when Eddie sees Jonathan head towards the door and right out of the bar. 

All the girls up there were going through something. Eddie knew more than most people in the crowd, that confusion that Nancy was singing about was her newfound interest in Robin and her betrayal from Jonathan, changing the plans they had. And she lets out every feeling on that stage because of it, Nancy Wheeler is a rockstar.

There’s a 25-minute interval after gigs, a random playlist is played to fill the silence as everyone mingles back to the bar to refuel and Eddie heads backstage, waiting for her to come out and talk to him like she’s been dying to. 

“I’m sorry,” are the first words to leave his mouth when he sees her.

She takes off her, well, his guitar and places it in its case before she pays him any mind. He can’t take it so he walks over to her, crowding her space but not touching her, “I’m so sorry.” 

“You better be,” she crosses her arms and looks up at him. “That was so fucked up, you know? Not everyone in the world hates you, and so fucking what? I don’t! Let me love you, you fucking idiot.” 

“Okay,” he doesn’t fight her. “I am an idiot, I really thought you wouldn’t want to go through life associated with me…” 

“I don’t care what people say, and you shouldn’t either, we both know it’s not the truth,” she reminds him, stepping closer to him and placing her hands on his chest as she looks up into his eyes. “I love you.” 

“I love you,” he cups her cheek in his one hand, caressing her with his thumb. “It’s been so hard ignoring you I’m literally so fucking stupid, I can’t believe I—

“It’s okay now,” she takes a deep breath and gives him a smile. “But I’m still going to perform that song all the time.” 

He laughs, “as you should it’s fucking amazing. You’re amazing.” 

He leans in for a kiss, pressing their smiling lips together as their noses bump. He breathes her in, the kiss softens and his hands both wander to her back to pull her in flush with him. She holds him back just as tight, very content with him back in her life. 

Of course, all it took was a song for him to get that they were meant to be together forever. But at least he got it now.  

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I bet on losing dogs

Lee Haechan was born on June 6th, 2000. Making him exactly 3 months and 4 days younger than me. He is a Gemini. I used to tell him that this made him two faced, and he argued that it just made him more adaptable to different people, I couldn’t really fight him on it.

Lee Haechan was my first kiss, when we were 11 years old. He and I have been destined to be friends ever since the summer of 1994, when our moms were put together in their first college dorm. When I came out a girl, and he, a boy, our moms said nothing about it, but both secretly wished the same thing. We never told them about the day at the community pool, when they sent us both to get ice cream at the snack shack, and he had finished his ice cream while I sat, still working on my Popsicle. I told him I didn’t want to share, so he gave me a quick kiss - barely touching lips - and said that was enough to cool him off, before running off and jumping into the water, subsequently getting yelled at by the lifeguard. I sat still in shock until the feeling of my popsicle melting off the stick and falling onto my thigh jolted me.

Lee Haechan finally got the courage to ask me out when we were 16. He asked me to the prom, but I said no when I thought it was a joke. He pushed me, saying he was kidding anyway and I continued eating my lunch. Haechan told me later that he skipped 6th period to cry in the bathroom stalls like a little girl, I told him that he had every right to cry. At the time, when I got home my mom had asked if I was excited. When I asked for what, she explained that haechan’s mom had called to tell her what Haechan planned to do that day. I realized it wasn’t a joke. I ran the 6 blocks to his house and threw pebbles at his window when no one answered the door. I screamed yes when I caught a glimpse of life through the glass. Haechan peaked his head out just as I threw another pebble - it hit his eye, and he had to wear an eyepatch for prom, but I can still see his laugh as we danced, and that’s all that matters.

Lee Haechan made me promise to marry him when we were 18. He told me the day we were both 20, his birthday, he wanted to march down to the courthouse and sign the documents. I told him he was crazy, but indulged for fun and said yes. He got us rustic little rings at the farmers market.

Lee Haechan and I went to dinner on his 20th birthday. By then, I had forgotten about the proposal, and had the ring safety tucked away in a jewelry box. In retrospect, Haechan said it was better I wasn’t wearing a ring on that finger. Halfway through opening his gift from me, he said he wants to give me mine first. I was confused, until he started talking about how we were destined to be together, and he had loved me since he was 6 years old. He gets down on one knee. I don’t hear much of what he says after, I just yell “yes!” And start crying. The present I had gotten him was a watch, and left forgotten.

Lee Haechan married me 5 and 3 quarters of a month later. He was sweating like a turkey on thanksgiving, but I thought he was beautiful. He told me he thought the same about me. We barely ate anything at the wedding, and when I spilt McDonald’s ketchup on my wedding dress from my burger on the drive to our hotel, we both just laughed because we knew I’d never wear that dress again anyway. Our moms faces at the wedding made us laugh even more as we looked at pictures together, Both a blubbering mess, and one of them high-fiving. That made us laugh so much Haechan peed his pants.

At 21, Lee Haechan took me to the Van Gogh Museum for our one year anniversary. We were in awe of everything around us, and it was incredible. 19 minutes and 30 seconds in, Haechan turned me while starry night reflected on my face and the wall. He suddenly dropped on his knee and pulled out the promise ring from 4 years prior. In shock, I asked him what he thought he was doing. He ignored me and gave some half assed affirmations of his love before asking me to marry him. Even though I knew we were already married, I still got butterflies. My face was red enough to see even past the blue of the iconic painting of the night sky, and I just whispered a yes to get him off his knees. He loudly exclaimed that he couldn’t hear me, and it was then that I realized everyone was watching us. I quickly repeated yes louder and louder as he laughed and stood back up, placing the silver ring on top of my beautiful, actual wedding ring. Everyone clapped as we kissed, I smacked his arm. When I asked why the hell he did that, all he said was, “this exhibit is amazing, but I could not go 20 minutes without everyone seeing you and you not being the center of attention, and everyone not seeing how lucky I am.” I just stared at disbelief in him. He laughed and took a picture of my face before holding his arm out for me to take.

Lee Haechan was so many things.

He would intentionally stand behind me in every single line so he could draw words or symbols on my back, and if I didn’t guess them, he would pinch my cheek and call me silly.

He was a self proclaimed dog person. When I finally convinced him to get a cat, he said the cat and him would never be close, and it would just be mine. The cat and him ended up loving each other, and now the cat hates me.

He loved my little sister and she loved him. She was old enough to know married couples love each other, but young enough to ask if they could be married instead of him and me. He always said yes. When I would respond that I couldn’t believe this family betrayal, he would quote my favorite book and movie, Little Women, and respond, “I always knew I would marry into this family, Jo!” And I fell in love with him more every single time. I let my little sister have him for the day, because he is always going to be mine.

Lee Haechan is a lot of things,

He’s a cat owner.

He’s a gemini.

He makes music.

He’s mine.

I’m his.

He’s dead.

At 22, Lee Haechan is dead, and I am alone. I didn’t just lose a husband. I lost my best friend. My soulmate. My everything. The cat hates me, but looks for him around every corner, and lays in his side of the bed - she has gotten more used to me being there. I still feel his fingers on my back, tracing out the words “I love you”, I throw up. I feel his lips graze mine at the community pool, the coldness in my thighs wake me up. I feel his hands on mine at prom, my own hand lifting the eyepatch up as we both laugh. I hear his laughter in every Van Gogh painting I see. My sister asks for him, still too young to understand where her husband went. She asks me this, I tell her I don’t understand where her husband went either. We try to bring him back with our minds, it never works. My mom cradles me as I sob into her arms. His mom tries to reach out for comfort with me, but she has his eyes - I can never make it. I wear his wedding ring, it’s too big but I can’t seem to bring myself to go a day without it. I am 23. He is 22. I am 24. He is 22. I will be 70. He will be 22.

Lee Haechan is so many things. He is fire, he is water. He’s earth, he’s air. He will never be 23. I will always be his.

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yourinstagram baby’s first show! can’t possibly put into words how proud i am of you and how excited i am for the year ahead!!!

@.harrystyles hope you know it doesn’t matter how big of a rockstar you become, you’ll always be the cute boy with dimples in my english class to me ❤️ ily

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harrystyles Rockstar?! I’m just a kid who was on the X-Factor!

harrystyles In all seriousness, I love you lots. Thanks for being there and calming my nerves ❤️ And you’ll always be my baby.

niallhoran The two of you are gross

yourmom What a lovely caption! We are all so proud of you H, and can’t wait for you to see you perform in (your hometown)!

harrystyles Thanks so much Ms. L/N. Excited to see you all again soon.

yourbff so jealous you get to go on tourrrrr

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yourinstagram h finally meets his long lost twin. you know, the one he supposedly ate in the womb

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nicholasgrimshaw Gross. You have no sense of decency @.harrystyles

harrystyles Two Harries are better than one.

yourbff how does it feel knowing your bf’s face is plastered against a giant wall???

yourinstagram feels scary and weird.

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1dupdatesofficial Harry was spotted back in (your hometown) this afternoon! Locals are saying he returned to take his girlfriend to her prom, as he wanted to be her date no matter what, despite his busy schedule.

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1d4ever they’re such couple goals i’m cryingggggggggg

harrygirl1 Can you just imagine Harry taking you to prom 😭😭😭

iluvharry he’s so young but such a good boyfriend already 😭

1dupdatesofficial UPDATE: He is in fact back for prom! Fans just spotted him and Y/N out for dinner at a restaurant near their school. Harry was wearing a heart print shirt & suit and Y/N was wearing a matching dress!!!

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harrystyles Rough night out.

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harryfan1 ILY HARRY

ilovethe1dboys DID Y/N TAKE THIS

niallhoran Lmao disaster prom

yourinstagram omg don’t be so dramatic i only stepped on your toe while dancing

harrystyles It really hurt.

yourinstagram i’m sure it did h, i’m sure it did

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yourinstagram past 2 months on tour.

watched my bf shoot death glares at me from his plane seat. watched my bf ask for a kid’s menu and proceed to color it in with crayons at a fancy restaurant. watched my bf run in front of the backup camera as i tried to park his car at a busy concert venue. watched my bf throw knives at a watermelon during a barbecue with ed sheeran.

someone tell me why i agreed to go on this trip

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harrystyles Hehe

harrystyles You agreed because you loooooove me.

yourbff what even is your life.

yourclassmate i’m dying of jealousy!!!!!!

edsheeran That was fun @.harrystyles let’s do it again

gemmastyles what is wrong with you @.harrystyles? genuinely wondering

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