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boybandbaby · 1 year

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Grown Ups Grow Apart

Pairing: Bestfriend!Eddie x reader, Eddie x Steve, Eddie x Reader (It's a mess all over honestly.)

Summary: Eddie and you are best friends but things become complicated over time.

Word Count: 4K+

Notes: I was high when I thought of this but sober when I wrote it. All mistakes and confusion are mine lol. I just kept writing whatever my mind came up with so this might be super confusing. I might make a part 2 or series if there's a demand for it. This is a modern au. THIS WAS INSPIRED BY THIS SONG

Warnings: cuss words, mean words between Eddie and you/ reader, if there's anything I missed please let me know.

I saw your picture in a box last night

Seems I'm always unpacking, yeah, I moved again

Did I tell you that?

It got me thinking

I've been missing you, thought of calling you

Yeah I wanted to

But I got anxious 'cause that's what adults do

And they start looking back

Don't you hate that

You were currently packing up your room, moving back to Hawkins by the end of the week. You had grown up there most of your life and had to move right after your senior year of high school. Now you were in your mid 20’s, headed back for a new job.

As you packed you decided to throw out things you didn’t want or need. This meant you had to go through every area and item you owned. As you reached down under your bed, you pulled the box you had shoved there the day you moved in about 5 years ago. The metal lunchbox covered in stickers of well known bands and local bands that you had seen with Eddie. Eddie. Your best friend or ex best friend from Hawkins. You hadn’t seen or spoken to him since the night before you left.

The Polaroid was the last picture of you and Eddie together. You were in your cap and gown, arm around Eddie’s shoulders as you both smiled at the camera. Unfortunately, Eddie was held back so he didn’t graduate with you. You never judged him for it knowing all his childhood trauma and struggles. You wondered what he was up to. Was he still in a band? Did he still love d&d? That you assumed was still true. Was he single? How was Wayne? Did Eddie graduate? Did he finally move out of Hawkins like you both always planned? You selfishly hoped he was still in Hawkins and that you could see him. Hear his voice again.

You wanted to hear his voice everyday that you were away. You wanted to call him, apologize for the things you said and the way you left. Left him alone in a shitty town with shitty people who judged him. Made him feel like a freak and an outcast. The same way you treated him when you left.

Now you're weighing on my thoughts tonight

Can you explain this

How can you know everything and nothing about my life

At the same time

Time is crazy, I don't know where all my life has gone

I told you secrets, did you keep them, do you miss home

When you start looking back

To those basements and backyard dances

Our song, the front seat of my jeep

In love and taking chances

The night you looked at me and said

Time won't fly, I won't let it

Promise you won't forget it

The way that it is, the way that we are

'Cause kids grow up and grown ups grow apart

Grown ups grow apart, ah

Eddie knew everything about your life from social media and a mutual friend, Gareth. You and Gareth occasionally texted, never really being close but being friends when he met Eddie. Eddie knew what your job was and what you currently looked like and where you lived and sometimes hung out. What he didn’t know was the personal things like your daily routine, current obsessions, or even your favorite color.

He knows your deepest and darkest secrets, well your old secrets. He’s sure you have new ones and he’s almost certain you share those with someone else now (you don’t). The idea that you have a new best friend, someone you dance with, sing with, laugh with, cuddle with, hurts his heart. Those were things you were allowed to do with others but only saved for him. He was the only person who saw you freely be yourself. You’d sing with your chest and dance like no one was watching (Eddie was ALWAYS watching), laugh from your belly even if it meant snorting or wheezing out loud and snuggle up tight with him.

He remembered the last time you cuddled together. During the summer right after graduation. It was hot and humid but you both still snuggled up together. An old, raggedy blanket thrown on the patches of dirt and grass in Wayne’s backyard. It was the night you told him you were moving. Two weeks, he remembers. You were leaving in two weeks. He only had you for two more weeks. You both promised to always be best friends. Promised each other to text and call and write to each other and even visit when you could. None of that happened. Promises were broken and time flew. 5 years had flown by without a single moment of contact.

Do you remember summer '09

On my birthday

After dinner, you introduced me to the guy you liked

Now in hindsight

You're so beautiful, I was insecure and I won't lie

It was my birthday and I wanted him and I hate

That I could hurt your feelings like that, yeah

And I can't take it back

It was your 18th birthday. You and Eddie had made plans to go to dinner, somewhere outside of Hawkins to make a big deal out of it. It was the year you were officially becoming an adult after all and Eddie was proud of everything you accomplished this year even if you felt like you accomplished nothing. After, you would go to the store and scan the shelves and racks for things you would never buy with an ice cream or shake in your hand. Tonight was different. Eddie had said he had plans afterwards with a guy he liked. You knew Eddie was bisexual, he had told you he was unsure of his sexuality in middle school. He fully embraced it (between the two of you) during high school. You were the only person that knew.

So when you both stepped out of the restaurant after sharing a family size bowl of pasta, you were shocked to see Steve Harrington leaning against his car, arms crossed, waiting for Eddie. You had driven you both to the restaurant in your beat up Jeep, telling Eddie he had to finally let you drive and pick the music. He agreed as part of your birthday gift (the other part of your gift being Eddie’s presence and him paying for dinner).

“Y/n, you know Steve right?” Eddie smiled, awkwardly hugging Steve.

“Yeah, yeah I do.” You replied, looking at your shoes as you stuck your hand out. Of course you knew Steve. Who didn’t? You had found him cute since freshman year. You never told Eddie because you thought he would’ve made fun of you having a crush on a jock.

“It’s nice to meet you.” Steve smiled. God, he was handsome. The way his hair fell slightly against his forehead, his jeans hugging his thighs, his arms straining against his t-shirt. You wanted him. You wanted to steal him from Eddie. You didn’t want Eddie to have him. You were a horrible friend.

You began to get jealous when Eddie would hang out with you less during senior year. You began to get jealous when he gained more friends. People he and Steve had in common and who played d&d with him. You would shut him out when he did try to hang out or meet up. The loneliness made senior year emotionally more stressful but allowed you to focus on your plans for after. During the summer you spent a little more time with Eddie knowing you couldn’t use school as an excuse anymore. Then came the news that you were moving. You knew he’d be okay without you. He had more than enough friends to fill your absence.

The two weeks between you dropping the bomb that you were moving was filled with amazing moments between you and Eddie. You had began to cry as you laid on his chest but Eddie told you to stop. You still had two weeks he said. So you wiped your tears and made the best of the time together. Then, the night of your fight and end of your friendship.

You both were sitting in his van, hotboxing and listening to your shared playlist. A mix of both his and your favorite tunes. “I can’t believe you’re really leaving.” He sighed as smoke left his mouth. He took another hit before passing it to you.

“But we’ll still be friends right?” You smile softly, “and when you graduate you’ll come live with me somewhere far away and we’ll make a life for ourselves.”

“Right.” He snorted.

“What do you mean?” You passed the joint back to him.

“You think I’m getting out of here? I already flunked school once, it’s just going to get worse from here.” He brushed some ash off of his jeans.

“So what? It was a one time thing. You’ll graduate in another year and can be on your way.” You stopped his hand, noticing there wasn’t anymore ash to brush off.

“You’ve always been naive y/n.” He pushes your hand off his thigh. “I’m not smart like you. I don’t have a plethora of opportunities like you.”

“What are you even talking about? You’re literally so smart.” You pull your hand into your lap. “Remember when you scored higher than me on that history test? You didn’t even study, you just knew the concepts and stuff.”

“I guessed on most of the test y/n. Mrs. Borris thought I cheated remember? Even called Wayne and had us in the principals office.” He rested his head back against the window of the van, the velvet curtain giving him a small sort of pillow.

“You’re still smart in other aspects Eddie.” You shrug.

“I hate when you do that.” He groans and closes his eyes.

“Do what?” You glare at him. “Sit here?”

“You make me feel like shit when you invalidate my feelings.” He finally takes another puff and doesn’t bother passing it to you. “I’m telling you how I feel and you’re trying to tell me the opposite.”

“I’m not trying to make you feel like shit. I just think you’re hard on yourself when you shouldn’t be. You’re seriously one of the best people I know. You are smart Eddie. And really strong and such a hard worker. I just don’t understand why you have to put yourself down.”

“It’s because that’s how I feel. You’re leaving and you’re going to do amazing things. I’m here y/n. I’ll never leave this place.” You can hear the way his throat closes slightly, he’s choking on a sob.

“I’ll always be here for you Eddie.” You scoot closer to him. “And you have Steve and Dustin and Robin while I’m away. They’re cool people.”

“It’ll be easier for me when you leave. I don’t have to compare myself to you and wonder why you’re friends with me.” He says. That’s when you snap.

“Damn it Eddie! You’re making me feel like shit now! Why can’t you just accept that I love you for who you are and I love being your friend.” You groan, slipping your shoes back on. “It’s like I have to justify all my actions with you.” You crawl over to the metal door and open it, slipping out and onto the pavement. You turn back and he’s already exiting the van with you. “I’m glad I’m leaving too. I won’t have to hear your shit anymore.”

“I’ll fucking help you pack if it means you get out of here faster.” He throws the joint on the ground and stomps on it unnecessarily hard.

“No need. I don’t want your nasty ass hands touching any of my stuff.” You growl. It was the only insult you could think of. “Wouldn’t want you anywhere near my stuff, you’d probably curse it with your Satanism.” Now you are grasping for straws. Anything that would hurt him as much as he’s hurting you.

“Oh so now I’m a freak? Just like everyone’s been saying?” He slams the back door not before grabbing your bag. “You’re pathetic using that as an insult y/n.” He tosses your bag at your feet. Good thing you didn’t have anything valuable in it other than your wallet and some gum.

“I’m pathetic? You’re the one who’s a legal adult and still in high school.” You pick up your bag. When Eddie doesn’t reply, you look up. His eyes are watery and his cheeks are pink with embarrassment. You’d always told him he wasn’t stupid or weird and told him not to feel bad about being held back. Now you were spewing every insecurity at him.

With a shaky voice he replies, “well you know what? I’m sorry that I’m your only friend. When you realize you’re lonely in a new town and have no one to talk to or hangout with, I hope you think back to this moment and how you ruined our friendship. I’ll be here with all my amazing friends who support me and think highly of me and you’ll be wishing you could call me. Lose my number when you leave.” He shakes his head and heads to the driver seat of his car.

“Oh yeah? Well, let’s see how many of those friends stay when they realize you’ll be holding them back. Just like you held me back all these years.” You shout and start making your way back to your car. Eddie hears it but doesn’t respond. He doesn’t leave when you do. Just sits in his car and sobs, thinking over everything that just went down.

Then the next morning, he second guesses himself. Everything he said and did. Was the entire thing his fault? Was what you said all true? He knows he has to go see you before you leave and hopefully talk to you. Maybe the weed fucked up both of your brains and just made you both say things you didn’t mean. Of course, Eddie wanted you to stay, he didn’t know how he’d survive without you. Yes, he loved his new friends and he wasn’t technically with Steve. Sure they’d went on a few dates but it really didn’t turn into anything more than that. No one knew him like you. As he quickly got dressed into something that didn’t smell like sleep sweat and weed smoke, he rushed to brush his teeth, wash his face and tame his hair. He then said bye to Wayne and rushed over to your house. He didn’t know what time you were leaving or even if you were still there. He hoped the latter wasn’t true.

Just his luck. The house looked abandoned and there were no moving trucks or your dented, ugly colored Jeep. Tears started to trickle down his cheeks as he parked the car. Maybe just maybe you were still here. He knocked on the front door as loud as he possibly could. After several minutes, he knew he was shit out of luck. You were gone. You hadn’t even said goodbye like you promised two weeks ago.

You made the drive back to Hawkins, still in the same old Jeep you had before. You tried to make it look better but it still remained an ugly light silver, several scratches and bumps on the doors. The only new addition was a cracked window on the right back passenger window.

You’d found a decently priced apartment. A one bedroom with a bathroom that had everything you needed, a very small kitchen and enough space for at least a couch. It was livable and you knew you could make it home with a few touches of color and decorations. The apartment complex was along a busy street across from shopping center. There was a grocery store, a pho spot, an insurance company, a liquor store and a cash checking store. It wasn’t much of a view from your apartment but it wasn’t bad. You parked along the curb and grabbed a small box to take up with you to start the move in process.

Eddie was with Steve, Robin, Dustin, and Lucas scanning the grocery aisles for snacks for their planned movie night. His car was at the shop, needing a new battery and front brakes. He would be able to work on it between cars at work. Today was his day off though and Steve picked him up since his car wasn’t working which means he’s crammed in the backseat with Dustin and Lucas. Robin and Steve are inseparable and have to be in the front together. I mean Eddie and Steve have kissed, cuddled and fucked over the years but he’s still shoved into the back seat when it comes to Robin.

Once the gang had picked out everything off of the list, they strolled back to the car. Steve pushed the cart and Dustin hung off the side, making it harder to push. Robin and Eddie were tossing fruit snacks into Lucas’ mouth as they walked, occasionally throwing one at Steve’s head and hoping it gets stuck in his hair.

Before Eddie can throw another one, he spots your Jeep. He knows it’s yours. The same color and dents from 5 years ago. There’s a partially ripped sticker on your gas tank lid. You’d tried to take it off even with the help of rain but it wouldn’t budge. Eddie branded your car with a homemade corroded coffin sticker when he first designed the logo. Eddies slightly hurt that you tried to take it off but he’s not surprised since you’d unfollowed him on social media and refused to answer any calls or texts that he made the first month you moved away.

Before he can say anything to anyone, his feet carry him across the parking lot and towards your car. He has to dodge the traffic, curse words and car horns screaming at him along the way. You’re not in the car when he arrives. He’s pressed against the cracked window, taking in the boxes as he steps on the sidewalk.

“Get away from my car!” You rush over towards him, not thinking of how dangerous this could be for you.

He backs away and turns toward you. How you didn’t notice the long hair and leather jacket is beyond you. There’s a pause, a long pause, and then he’s breaking into a smile. The prettiest smile you’ve ever seen. He knew it was you. He’s strutting towards you before you can flee the scene. His arms wrap around your waist and he’s lifting you up into his chest, your toes barely holding you up on the sidewalk. He breathes you in, the scent of your hair (something similar to an aromatherapy essential oil rather than the fruity scents you went for in high school). He wonders what else about you had changed, did you still like your favorite ice cream flavor? Did you still have the same favorite pizza toppings?

“Hi.” You squeak out, not minding how he’s squishing you.

“Hi.” He sighs. 5 long years without this. No one’s hug’s compared to yours. Steve’s we’re strong and shy, quick to separate due to lack of touch throughout his life. Chrissy’s we’re short and sweet. Amanda’s (a random hookup from the bar) we’re tight and clingy, mixed in with a few kisses on the jaw. Anyone he had hugged had not meant as much to him as you therefore their hugs didn’t compare. “You’re moving back?”

“Yeah.” You smile, arms clinging around his shoulders. “I’m back.”

As much as he doesn’t want to let you go, he pulls back, his hands on your waist. He takes in your clothes, your hair style, your demeanor. It’s much more shy than he was used to. Are you shy now? Is that who you were? Or was it that he was now a stranger?

“I can’t believe you’re here.” He states, almost amazed that this is real. You’re really here. “You missed me huh?” He jokes, tries to lighten the tension.

“I did.” You say honestly. “Everyday that I was away.” You take a step back, his hands falling from your hips and searching for you again. “Eddi-“

“Don’t. Please.” He begs. “I-“

“I’m sorry.” You cut him off, same as he did to you. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

“No, no.” He shakes his head. “I’m sorry. I was such a sick. You didn’t deserve that and I ruined everything.”

“You ruined everything? Eddie it was all me. All me. It’s my fault we fell apart and I’m sorry.” Your voice wobbles with tears in your eyes. “I was a different person back then. I depended on you too much. I was jealous of you.”

“What? Jealous of me? How could you be? You’re this amazing person and I was a nobody.” He cups your cheeks, brushing away tears.

“You were everything to me. So free and fearless. So incredibly cute and funny and so many people loved you and wanted to be in your presence. You were everything I wanted to be.”

“You’re crazy! I wasn’t any of those things without you.” He kisses your forehead. “You are my best friend and I love you. I still do. After all this time, you’re still the person I want by my side through everything.” He smiles and runs his thumbs across your wet cheeks.

“I was so in love with you Eddie. A part of me still loves you. I’m so sorry.” You lean into his hand. “But you got with Steve and I was mad and it kept building when I would see you together. Then I thought he was hot and I wanted to fuck him and hurt you because I was hurt. I became this person who was capable of hurting my best friend and it wasn’t the person you needed in your life. Then I moved and I thought it would be what was best for you. I had no control over the move but I also didn’t fight it, ya know?” You rambled.

“There’s so much to unpack there and I don’t know where to start.” He laughs through his tears. Your hands rest in his wrists as he holds you close. “I’ve loved you. I always have. But you never seemed interested and I was exploring my sexuality. You’re right, Steve’s hot and all but we were both in a place where we just needed to experience things. We’re good friends now but that’s all.”

“I still hate you for that though.” You joke. “I know things are different now. I know we’re strangers but I need you back in my life Eddie. Whether that’s as a friend or lover or whatever. I just need you some way with me.”

“I need you too. I’ve always needed you. I’m not saying that to guilt trip you or make you feel bad, I just need you to know that I’m sorry and I love you.” He rests his forehead on yours.

“I’m willing to try to mend our friendship if you are. No bullshit or games.” You kiss his cheek.

“I’m not letting you leave me again.” He closes his eyes, “it hurt too much the first time. No one could fill that void.”

“I’ll forever apologize and try to make it up to you. You deserve love and happiness and all the good things in life.” You kiss his right palm.

“The only thing I want or ever need is standing right in front of me.” He smiles. He doesn’t kiss your lips as much as you both want him too. Instead he plants a kiss to your nose, slipping his hands down, yours follow with him. He laces his right hand with your left. “So? What next?”

“You can help me move in? And maybe stay the night?” You asks shyly.

“You sure? I mean, I may be trying to trick you and get payback for everything you did. I might try to curse every part of your place with my Satanism.” He shrugs and opens the trunk.

“Oh my god! Shut up! I’m sorry I said that okay!” You push his shoulder, laughing as he hands you a box. You’re both joking and laughing as if everything is the same it was years ago.

From across the street, Steve looks over at Eddie and meets Robin’s eyes. She had been watching him ever since Eddie left their group. He shakes his head as she gives him a sympathetic look. She says I’m sorry with her eyes. Steve says nothing as he gets back into the car and drives away without Eddie.

#eddie munson x reader

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yhamh · 2 months

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Writing Prompts Inspired by Taylor Swift

Collection of lyric prompts

“Like we were in Paris”

“Flashes of the battle come back to me in a blur”

“That was the night I nearly lost you”

“I’m still trying everything to get you laughing at me”

“And you know damn well for you I would ruin myself”

“Who could ever leave me, darling?”

“Never be so clever you forget to be kind”

“I think your house is haunted”

“I had a marvelous time ruining everything”

“I don’t want to miss you like this”

“Friends break up”

“You’re the hero flying around”

“Drunk on this pain”

“Don’t want no other shade of blue but you”

“I didn’t like the ending”

“What should have been you”

“Is it too soon to do this yet?”

“This night is flawless”

“I’m really gonna miss you picking fights with me”

“Been saying yes instead of no”

“I knew everything when I was young”

“Lights are off”

“I can make the bad guys good for a weekend”

“Got a long list of ex-lovers”

“Say you’ll remember me”

“You made a really deep cut”

“The 1950s shit they want from me”

“One day I’ll watch as you’re leaving”

“Broke his heart cause he was nice”

“And by the way, I’m going out tonight”

“They ask, ‘Do you have a man?’”

“I’ve been scheming like a criminal”

“None of it was accidental”

“They see right through me”

“My heart’s been borrowed and yours has been bruised”

“Taking shots at me like it’s Patron”

“Stealing hearts and running off”

“Burton to this Taylor”

“He looks up grinning like a devil”

“We’ll make it out of this mess”

“Did the love affair maim you too?”

“Maybe I asked for too much”

“I’m still a believer”

“Lovelorn and nobody knows”

“In a world of boys he’s a gentleman”

“I didn’t like the ending”

“Meet me at midnight”

“I’d be saved by a perfect kiss”

“I’m the problem, it’s me”

“I wanted that pain”

“Weird but fucking beautiful”

“Lately she’s been dressing for revenge”

“Did you leave her house in the middle of the night?”

“Wear the cat eye sharp enough to kill a man”

“Now I’m All For You like Janet”

“I thought that it would kill me but it didn’t”

“No rules”

“For you I would ruin myself”

“The joke’s not funny at all”

“The stars in your eyes shined brighter in Tupelo”

“A tiny screen’s the only place I see you now”

“What must it be like to grow up that beautiful”

“Were there clues I didn’t see”

“You heard the rumors from Inez”

“You’ll be made of ashes, too”

“And there’s a lot of cool chicks out there”

“Guess it was a lawless land”

“Heartbreak is the national anthem”

“Trying to find a part of me that you didn’t touch”

“The note on the polaroid picture”

“Please don’t be in love with someone else”

“You can make me a drink”

“Is it chill that you’re in my head”

“It used to be mad love”

“This is our house, we make the rules”

“Think about the place where you first met me”

“I’ve been the prey”

“Make fun of our exes”

“Love made me crazy”

“Since she brought you down”

“I’m so sick of running as fast as I can”

“Heartbreakers gonna break”

“I could feel you sneaking in”

“I’m getting tired even for a phoenix”

“In a storm in my best dress”

“I guess I don’t have a say”

“I pay the price of what I lost”

“You’ll be the prince and I’ll be the princess”

“Cancel plans just in case you call”

“I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you”

“I’m so furious at you for making me feel this way”

“It’s you and me, that’s my whole world”

“You’ve still got it in your drawer even now”

“I got that good girl faith”

“The role you made me play of the fool”

“The lights are so bright but they never blind me”

“Tried to stalk you on the internet”

“Was it over when he unbuttoned my blouse?”

“Your mama don’t know”

“Walk away and leave me bleeding”

#writing prompt #taylor swift #prompts

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storiesforallfandoms · 4 years

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photographs ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 1258

request?: yes!

@kellysimagines “Numer 7 of your music promp list with mgk💋”

description: when doing some spring cleaning with his daughter, colson finds pictures of him and his ex, reminding him of their good times

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing

based on this song

if you’d like to check out my song prompt list thing that i’m doing click here!

masterlist

Colson chuckled as Casie struggled to carry a box nearly bigger than her down the stairs. “You need help Cas?”

“No dad, I got it!” she insisted. Colson stood at the bottom anyways, making sure she didn't fall. When she reached the bottom without injury, she stuck her tongue out at her father. “I told you I had it!”

Colson playfully rolled his eyes and waved a hand at her. She dropped the box into a pile next to the door before turning to go back up the stairs.

Realizing that his house had become cluttered and messy, Colson had decided to use one of his rare days off to clean the house, with Casie’s help. They had two piles by the door, one for garbage and one for donation.

He followed his daughter back up the stairs and went to his room to see if he had missed anything. He checked his closet to see if there was any clothes he didn't want anymore that he had missed. s he rummaged through the closet, he noticed a shoe box hidden away in the very back on the shelf. He took it down, curious as to what it was.

Upon opening the box, Colson had to sit down on his bed in shock. Inside the box was a collection of polaroids of Colson and his ex-girlfriend.

The pictures ranged from the two of them together to pictures of them with Casie during holidays, or even just spending time together, to the two of them with his friends on tour. There was even one of just her, asleep on Colson’s bed in one of his t-shirts, cuddling a bear he had given her for their first anniversary. He wondered what had happened to that bear.

“My room is cleared out,” Casie said, appearing in the doorway. “Are you ready to go? What’d you find?”

She sat next to her father and looked into the shoe box. Her face lit up when she saw what it was. “Oh, (Y/N)! I miss her!”

“Me too,” Colson said.

He had been with (Y/N) for nearly two years before they broke up. Colson’s schedule got between the two and Colson felt as though he wasn’t giving her what she deserved. They were both heartbroken and the ordeal had inspired many tracks on Colson’s album that followed. It happened a little over a year ago, but seeing the pictures made the wound feel fresh.

“You should message her,” Casie told him.

Colson shook his head. “I don’t even have her number anymore, and she probably doesn’t have mine.”

“She has the same Instagram. I follow her still.”

Before he knew what she was doing, Casie took a picture of the shoe box and typed up a message. She showed it to her dad after sending it. The message read: “spring cleaning and dad found something!”

“Casie, no!” Colson said, reaching for her phone.

She quickly locked it and shoved the phone into her pocket. “Too late, it’s sent!”

Colson sighed as Casie stood and left the room. As he started putting the box away, his phone chimed. When he checked it his heart nearly stopped. (Y/N)’s Instagram name popped up on his phone. He was greeted with a picture of the bear from the polaroid picture with the message, “look familiar?”

He couldn't help but smile as he responded, “weird, I just saw a picture of that bear.”

“I can’t believe you kept those pictures.”

“they're nice pictures, I couldn’t part with them.” Colson paused a moment before adding, “I needed some reminder that I had something good at one point.”

“Dad! Let’s go!” Casie called.

“Coming!” Colson checked his phone to see that (Y/N) had read the message. He locked and pocketed his phone before she sent her response.

After loading the stuff for donations into his car, Colson paused before getting in himself to check (Y/N)’s response.

“that doesn’t have to be past tense if you don’t want it to be.”

~~~~~~

Colson was lying on his bed a few hours later. While he was out with Casie, (Y/N) had sent him her number and told him to text or call her to make plans to reconnect.

He was debating on calling her. He wanted to hear her voice again, to really talk to her, but would it be too forward to do that so soon? Did she want him to call now? Or just text?

Finally, he pushed his fear away and punched her number into his phone and pressed call. It ran three times before (Y/N)’s familiar voice answered, “Hello?”

“Hey (Y/N).”

“Colson?” There was a slight chuckle in her voice. “You called.”

“You didn’t think I would?”

“I was afraid I had been too forward.”

Colson smiled. “No, you weren’t. I’m glad you messaged me, actually.”

They were both silent for a moment, not knowing what to say. What do you say to the girl you broke up with nearly a year ago? The girl you would still consider to be the love of your life?

“How’ve you been?” she finally asked him.

“I’ve been okay enough I guess. I’m kept busy enough that I don’t have much time to think about how I’m feeling.”

“Have you been taking care of yourself, Colson?”

She still cares. “I’m trying my best.”

That kickstarted their conversation. They talked for nearly an hour jut catching up on how things had been the past year. It was easier to talk to (Y/N) than he thought it would be. It felt like no time had passed since they had last spoke, and there were no harsh feelings from either.

“So I guess you’re in Cleveland right now,” (Y/N) said.

“I am. I have some time off and I wanted to spend it with Casie.”

“Since you’re in Cleveland...would you like to meet up sometime? Go out for something to eat, or you could come here. Or I could go to your place. I’m down for anything really.”

Colson chuckled. “I can’t believe you actually want to meet up with me after I broke up with you.”

“You had your reasoning,” (Y/N) responded. “And I understood it. Honestly, it sucked that you were gone so often, and sometimes I had my own doubts about the relationship, but over the past year I realized that even with the distance I was my happiest when I was with you. I’d do anything, go through anything, just to be with you Colson. I’d do it all again if I had the choice.”

Colson was shocked to hear her say that, mainly because that was also how he felt. He missed her like crazy, and he was willing to give up his entire career if it meant having her back in his life.

“I’m being very forward,” she continued. “And I know that. You might already be seeing someone else, or you might not want to see me again at all, but when I got that pictures from Casie I thought...hey...it’s worth a shot.”

“I’m not seeing anyone,” Colson told her. “And you really don’t know how bad I want to see you again.”

He could hear the smile in her voice as she asked, “So, you wanna meet up sometime?”

“I’d love that. Myself and Casie aren’t doing anything tomorrow if you want to meet the two of us.”

“I’d love to. I miss Casie so much.”

“We both miss you, too.”

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mab1905 · 4 years

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84 Questions

original:

https://fuckyeahsurveys.tumblr.com/post/61049002526/84-questions

1. Put your music player of choice on shuffle and list the first 10 songs

Someone New (Hozier)

Cactus Tree (Joni Mitchell)

Budapest (George Ezra)

And Dream Of Sheep (Kate Bush)

Nancy Mulligan (Ed Sheeran)

And Then She Kissed Me (St. Vincent)

Level of Concern (Twenty One Pilots)

Lovefool (The Cardigans)

Best For Last (Adele)

Video Killed The Radio Star (The Buggles)

2. If you could spend a week anywhere in the world, where would it be and why? Would you take anyone with you?

Japan. I travel a lot and it’s been on my list for a while, I would really want to go to the Hayao Miyazaki/Studio Ghibli theme park, if it ever opens that is. I would bring my best friend, Layla. I also would love to go to Amsterdam again.

3. What is your preferred writing implement? (eg. Blue pen, pencil, green pen)

My ink nib cartooning pen (similar to a quill, but without the feather)

4. Favourite month and why?

October, not too hot, not too cold, and of course, Halloween!

5. Do you have connections to any celebrities (even minor)? List them.

Nope, met several, got to true connections though.

6. Name 3 items you could pick up from where you are.

My iPad, my Leatherman Multitool, my collection of David Bowie postcards.

7. What brand logo is closest to you currently?

The Apple logo

8. Do you ever play board games or other non-computer games? Got any favourites?

Chess. Card games like Solitaire, Black-Jack, and Castle. A game that I can’t remember the name of but it’s essentially a board-game version of Capture The Flag. Mostly Chess.

9. A musical artist you love that isn’t well known

St. Vincent? I’m not sure if she’s well known or not.

10. A musical artist you love that is well known

David Bowie.

11. What is your desktop background currently?

A picture of Apollo 11 accompanied by the words “It won’t fail because of me”

12. Last person you talked to, and through what you talked to them

My best friend Layla, through the iMessage app.

13. First colour name you can think of that isn’t in the rainbow

Salmon

14. What timekeeping devices are in the room you are currently in?

My iPad, my computer, my collection of vintage stopwatches

15. What kind of headphones do you use?

Sony, wireless, noise canceling, over-the ear

16. What musical artists have you seen perform live?

Twenty One Pilots, Sylvan Esso

17. Does virginity matter to you?

I guess? I think it’s important, it’s certainly some kind of ‘milestone,’ but I don’t think it should be treated like the scale of a persons ‘purity.’ It’s important because it’s sex, and (hopefully) that means that you’re sharing a consensual, intimate experience that feels fucking great for both (or all, if it’s more then two) participants.

18. What gaming consoles do you or your family own?

Z e r o, although I’m hoping to buy a PS4 at some point so I can play Detroit Become Human.

19. What pets do you have? What are their names?

Juno is my cat, she is an adorable grey tiger-striped shorthair. She’s got little white mitten-paws and it’s absolutely ridiculous.

20. What’s the best job you’ve ever had?

Doing tech at a local theater

21. What’s the worst job you’ve ever had?

Teaching art to little kids (I like kids but it was just exhausting)

22. What magazines do you read, if any?

The New Yorker, and the National Geo if I’m like, waiting in my doctor’s office or something.

23. Inspiration behind your URL?

It’s just my initials and a year from the Edwardian era

24. Inspiration behind your blog title?

It’s just my initials

25. Favourite item of clothing?

My reddish-brown knit sweater vest and my floral bow-tie (often paired together)

26. Are you friends with any exes?

I made a very conscious effort to cut my exe out of my life… we were not happy for a very long time to say the least

27. Name at least one book you loved as a child.

Strega Nona, it’s about an Italian witch that makes great pasta in a magic pasta pot. My dad would read it to me and my sibling in Italian.

28. What’s your native language? If that language has distinct regional variations, which variation? (eg. AU English, US English)

US English

29. What email service do you use?

Gmail

30. Is there anything hanging on the walls of the room you are currently in?

So many things. Here's the list:

A giant David Bowie poster, a plaque that says “David Bowie IS,” five David Bowie postcards, a giant Abbey Road poster, all of my patches from summer camp, polaroids of me, my friends, and my family (including my cat), ticket stubs from concerts and plays, two trail markers that I took off of fallen trees on two important cross-country backpacking trips I went on, playbills from a bunch of broadway shows I’ve seen, a poster that says “Stonewall was a riot,” a DC Comics poster, a Pink Floyd poster, a few paintings of mine, and a painting that I got for free from a street artist I befriended in Rome when I was twelve

31. What’s your favourite number, and why?

16, 24, 21, and 8, some numbers make me uncomfortable, but these are just very soft and light and nice

32. Earliest moment in your life you can remember?

A rocking chair with fruits painted on it sitting in a dark room and my great grandfathers brown leather loafers (I remember early early stuff in just images or stills, not full moments)

33. What did you have for dinner yesterday?

Pasta with shrimp

34. How often do you brush your teeth?

Usually twice a day, but I’ve been waking up later and later and sometimes forget in the mornings

35. What’s your favourite candy/chocolate?

I don’t know the name of it but it’s this chocolate bar that is stuffed with caramel, hot chili flakes, and crunchy bits of baked tortilla. It's one of the greatest things I’ve ever tasted.

36. Have you had other blogs on Tumblr? Do you have any other blogs currently?

I used to have one but I deleted it because I never used it

37. If you were suddenly really hungry, what would you choose to eat?

I would probably walk into the kitchen, realize that too eat something I would have to muster the effort to cook something instead, and then decide to just have a glass of milk instead.

38. What fandoms would you consider yourself a part of?

Downton Abbey (primarily Thommy)

Chernobyl HBO (as well as the Leonid Toptunov/Sasha Akimov subfandom)

Lord of The Rings and The Hobbit (books and movies)

CrankGamePlays

Buzzfeed Unsolved

Star Trek TOS

Philosophy Tube

The Dark Crystal and The Dark Crystal: Age Of Resistance

39. If you could study anything, what would it be?

If I had the energy to fully wrench my life in a completely different direction I would like to become a professional scuba diver and study the ocean. I already am a scuba diver, but it’s a hobby and not something I’m able to do very often at all.

40. Do you use anything on your lips? (eg. Chapstick, gloss, balm, lipstick)

I’ll wear chapstick if I have a cold

41. How would you describe your sense of humour?

Intellectual and dry

42. What things annoy you more than anything else?

People who think they’re better than everyone else and people who recognize a fault in themselves and then refuse to work to change it

43. What kind of position are you in at the moment?

I’m laying on my bed, hunched over my laptop

44. Do you wear much jewellery?

Occasionally I’ll wear a necklace or a few rings. I have a lot of non-traditional bracelets (I literally just have pieces of canvas and industrial tie-line wrapped around my wrist). I’m a gay guy and I like to sort-a walk the line between feminine and masculine (often leaning more towards the masc side), so it really depends on my mood.

45. Who is the leader of your country, currently? Any other levels of government with leaders? (State, region, province, county, district, municipality, etc)

A cheese-pizza flavored pringle is currently POTUS and every day the thought of that tears away at a piece of my soul.

46. Last 3 blogs on your dashboard, not including any of your own

@shochmonster @velvet-of-the-night @panicsheerbloodypanic

47. What do you carry your money in?

My pocket, I have a wallet and I don’t use it

48. Do you enjoy driving? Why or why not?

It’s fine, don’t love it don’t hate it

49. Longest drive you have ever been on?

Three days

50. Furthest away from home you have ever been?

Went on a trip to Switzerland to visit family, I think that’s the farthest but I’m not entirely sure.

51. How many times have you moved house?

Twice

52. What is on the floor of the room you’re currently in, not including furniture?

Five paintings, stacks and stacks of books, boxes filled with stuff (mostly more books), plates, glasses, cutlery, clothes

53. How many devices do you own which can access the internet?

2, and iPad and a computer

54. Is there is anything that is guaranteed to always make you happy?

Listening to music

55. Is there anything that always makes you sad?

Thinking about my past for too long

56. What programs do you currently have open?

Google drive, I’m writing

57. What do you associate the colour red with?

Blood and fire

58. Last strong smell you can remember smelling?

Shrimp and butter

59. Last healthy thing you ate?

Three green olives and a handful of bean sprouts

60. Do you drink tea or coffee, and how much per day?

Used to drink coffee like it was life support (which it essentially was), now I’ll have the occasional cup of tea.

61. What do you associate the colour blue with?

Birds and rain

62. How long is the closest ruler you can find?

I don’t think I own one

63. What colour pants/skirt/etc are you currently wearing?

I am wearing olive green corduroy slacks

64. When was the last time you drank water?

30 minutes ago?

65. How often do you clear your browser history?

Never

66. Do you believe nude photos can be artistic, rather than erotic?

Nude anything can be artistic, it can also just be normal, eroticism is in the eye of the beholder.

67. Ever written fanfiction for anything?

Yes dear god so much fanfiction.

68. Last formal event you attended

I genuinely can’t remember, I am have extreme social anxiety and don’t go to events like that unless I absolutely have too

69. If you had to move your birthday to another date, which one would you choose and why?

I don’t care about birthdays

70. Would you prefer to be at a beach or in the countryside?

Beach, I love to swim, I’m also a surfer

71. Roughly how many people live in your town?

Uhm… eight times the number of people who live in the state of Montana and that doesn’t count daily commuters and tourists (New York City is essentially just a tin of sardines, except inside are 8.399 million sardines)

72. Do you know anyone with the same birthday as you?

No, but three of my friends were born on the day just after my birthday.

73. Favourite place to shop? Can be a certain store or a place where there are multiple stores

The Strand Bookstore, L Train Vintage, any antique shops in the town of Hudson, New York

74. Do you have a smartphone? What kind? If you don’t, do you want one?

I used to have an iPhone 5SE but then it stopped working after a few weeks of quarantine and I haven’t gotten a new one (I’ve had it for about 5-6 years so it makes sense)

75. What is your least favourite colour, and why?

I don’t have a least favorite color, but my favorite color is prussian blue

76. How do you spell grey/gray?

Grey

77. Go to your dashboard and describe the image shown in the radar section (below the “Find blogs” link)

It’s anime fanart for a show I’ve never heard of

78. What difference is there between how many followers you have, and the number of blogs you follow?

79. How many posts do you have?

219

80. How many posts have you liked?

619

81. Do you post mainly reblogs, or your own content?

Mostly reblogs but I do my own content as well

82. Do you track any tags?

No, just blogs

83. What time is it currently?

10:39

84. Is there anything you should be doing right now?

writing

I’m not quite sure who to tag so it’s just open to anyone I guess?

#i love questionaires #they're so much fun

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bujowsofie · 5 years

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Bullet Journaling: A Guide

I’ve decided to make a little guide for anyone who might be thinking about starting a bujo but doesn’t know where to begin.

What is a bullet journal and why should you have one?

It can work as a mix of a to-do-list, planner, diary, art journal, notebook, tracker etc.

you can use it as a planner for your work/school life, personal life or a mix of both

Tbh it can be anything you want, that’s what so nice about a bujo, some things may work for you and some things might not!

Use it to have some quality time with yourself, relaxing, being creative, getting your shit together. I think everyone has different reasons for having one. I do it because it helps me relax, makes me remember all I have to do and then it’s also a way for me to stay a little creative when I don’t normally have time to paint and draw so much.

What do you need to start a bullet journal?

You might have seen a lot of extremely beautiful pictures floating around the internet with expensive notebooks and fancy pens, but you don’t need anything like that at all. This is what I think you need:

Some kind of notebook. It doesn’t really matter which one, some people like Lechtturm or Moleskine, but any notebook you have lying around will work just fine. (Maybe just don’t get one with 300 pages as it will seem overwhelming to have to finish it)

Pay attention to if it has blank, lined, gritted or dotted pages tho! For a journal focusing mostly on art, I would recommend blank pages, and for writing a lined. If you want your journal to have perfectly straight lines, a gritted journal will probably work the best. If you want something in between or don’t really know exactly what you want, I think you should choose the dotted one (that’s also what I use).

Some kind of pens and pencils. Just pay attention to if they will bleed through your pages!

Optional: Scraps of paper, colored tape (washi tape), (polaroid) pictures, old tickets, stickers, watercolors, pressed flowers, cute wrapping paper or literally anything you have lying around or anything you think look cute!

Practical things like glue, a ruler, a scissor

What should/could you put in your bullet journal?

I will give you a lot of ideas to spreads etc but don’t make them just because. Some things will work for you and a lot of things probably won’t. It can be tiring to make a lot of pages with things that don’t help you at all. Your bujo shouldn’t feel like a burden, so if you find a spread not working for you, then simply drop it :)

*Start off with an intro page, maybe write your name, phone number and email in case it gets lost. Your bujo can quickly become one of your most beloved things so be careful!

*Make a key page with what symbols will you be using for tasks, completed tasks, events, birthdays, appointments etc.

*Maybe make an index. Some people like using it, but I abandoned mine pretty quickly, so again, that’s up to you.

*Yearly overview

*Monthly overview

*Weekly spreads. Most people include these pages and they might be the ones you will use the most with daily to-do-lists and the like.

*You can let your spreads be inspired by lots of different things as colors, seasons, holidays, the movie you just watched, an album, a place, a smell, a feeling, outer space, a person etc. Also don’t be afraid to play with different shapes and textures.

Page over your contacts, and important birthdays

*Habit tracker page (you can track sleep, water, exercise, spendings, medication, yoga etc) This can also easily be incorporated in your weekly spreads.

*Since we are close to the new year, you can do resolutions for the year.

Monthly/weekly/daily goals

*Memory pages. These could include a spread from new years, Christmas or a café trip with a good friend.

*Travel logs. You can write it like a diary or just glue in tickets and draw something.

*Gratitude log. Write 1-3 things every day that you are grateful for.

*Movies/series to watch

Books to read

*Book reviews

Music to listen to

*Favourite songs

Bucket list

*Paint test pages

*Brain dump pages

School assignments overview

*Grade tracker

*Exam planner

Class schedule

Favourite lyrics

*Favourite quotes

Gift ideas

*Christmas gifts planner

Wishlist. Update it whenever something pops into your mind so you will have some wishes when people ask you.

Dream log

Passwords for different websites

Countdown page

*Mood tracker

*Random doodle page

Highlights of 2018

Un-do list (bad habits)

Handwriting practice

*Different writing challenges like 6-word stories or a sentence a day.

Playlists for different moods

List of your favourite things

Savings tracker

Your budget

+ literally a thousand more!

*The ones I’ve tried

General tips

When you start your journal it can be very hard to be satisfied with it right away and you might be tempted to rip out pages. If you think this will happen, I suggest numbering your pages from the start. I would recommend not ripping anything out anyway because when you’re 50 pages in, it’s fun to see how much it has changed over time.

if you want your bujo to be a little artsy, I would recommend always outlining with a pencil before you start using your pens.

If you don’t feel like an index will work but you still want it to be organized, you can color code it with tape on the side of the paper. Ex. you can use your red flower tape every time you start a new month.

Check tags like #bujo #bulletjournal #weeklyspread and #journal on social media to get tons of inspiration.

Check some of my favourite bujoblrs out like: @bujo-rd @bujo-ie @howlsmovingdesk @peachdanik-journal @studylustre @studygramjess @studyblr @problematicprocrastinator @kaylareads @heyrosiebee @academi @ohghiblies @hannybstudies @therobotstudies @studyquill @vanillastudies @stillstudies + many many more. You can also check out my blog for inspiration.

I think that’s about it, I hope I covered it okay. Happy bullet journaling!

- Bujowsofie

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edcn911 · 4 years

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chicago’s very own eden harvey has been spotted on madison avenue driving a 1969 chevrolet camero , welcome ! your resemblance to taylor hill is unreal . according to tmz , you just had your twenty fifth birthday bash . your chance of surviving new york is uncertain because you’re maligned , but being liberated might help you . i think being an aquarius explains that . 3 things that would paint a better picture of you would be a deep red lip stain , scattered polaroids depicting hazy memories , conversations with strangers at 3 am . ( i’ve been to prison . none of my family knows that , though . ) &( cis female + she / her ) + ( emily , 25 , she / her , pst )

❤️ hi friends and loved ones , this is eden , east’s problematic older sister . she’s a fucking train wreck so i already apologize for the shit she is bound to cause . please hit the like if ur into plotting with me ! ur all cute af , xoxo .

biography .

name : eden harvey

age : twenty five

gender : cis female

zodiac : aquarius

sexuality : bisexual

profession : artist / sculptor

hair color : brown

eye color : blue

piercings : both lobes

tattoos : none

born in london , eden is the first child of her parents , the budding family welcoming in easy two years after eden’s birth . there’s not much to note in the early years of her childhood other than the family relocated to chicago when she was six . she was never an easy child to deal with . she was constantly getting in trouble at school and at home . she just didn’t want to listen to anyone and had a very strong disdain toward authority . the first american school she was sent to she was quickly expelled from for her behavior and this caused an immense rift to form in the family . eden’s reckless antics was enough to suck the life from her parents . literally . when it came to her younger brother , east , they were burnt out . they kept him in one place and were abusive . it was easier to exert control over east than it was for them to manage eden . she protected her brother fiercely from the mistreatment of her parents , but this toxic family dynamic only encouraged eden to act out further . she became accustomed to sneaking out at night , sleeping around , and doing drugs . eden contemplated running away from home multiple times during her youth ; the only thing that kept her in one place was her brother , east . her lowest point was when east tried to take his life when he was 15 . it was probably one of the most traumatic events of her life and while she served as her brother’s emotional support and rock , it rattled her to the point where eden began to drink consistently . this started a habit that she still partakes in to this day .when she turned eighteen and was more assured of her brother’s wellbeing , it was time to flee the nest . she spent a few months in new york on her own , working on her art . eden always had been compelled toward the arts . painting , sculpting , and other physical art forms really drew her in as a means to get out of the negativity in a way that’s healthy and not self destructive which is basically her brand anyways . she met someone who owned several art galleries around the pacific northwest , so by age twenty , she had relocated to seattle and was getting her work put in galleries and other art exhibits . she never really stayed in one place for long , though . eden is a notorious nomad and she often moves around a lot . she doesn’t really ever ‘ get comfortable ’ anywhere . despite traveling around america , eden always made it her first priority to look after her younger brother . she kept in contact with her circle back from chicago as well just to keep an eye on him and make sure that he is safe , happy , and healthy . she blames herself a lot for the way his childhood turned out . her relationship with their parents was deplorable and eden was 100% the instigator in it all . she feels like if she was a better person , her parents would’ve taken a different approach in raising east . more recently , she has moved back to the east coast to be closer to her little brother . this action was inspired by actually spending three and a half months in prison in oregon . eden was arrested for driving without a license and driving while intoxicated . she also tried to resist arrest , but managed to get that charge dropped in court . eden managed to keep this entire thing from her family . she didn’t want to see the disappointment in her brother’s eyes , so she excused her absence as ‘ soul searching ’ and filled his head with false tales of self improvement . currently , she is trying desperately to adjust back to normal life after her brief prison stint and put the pieces of her life back together . bet .

personality .

eden is a very bullheaded individual --- meaning , she’s going to do whatever the fuck she wants , when she wants , how she wants it and there is nothing that anyone can say to sway her . it’s very much her way or the high way when it comes to eden ; she’s really unwilling to budge on mostly everything . while i wouldn’t go as far as to say that she has a temper , i would say that eden has a pretty bad attitude . she’s a pessimist at heart and it definitely speaks through her art . she never depicts anything too happy and one could argue that eden ha sonly experienced fleeting moments of happiness in her life . shifting to a different note , eden is passionate . she is akin to a wildfire . she’s intense and she stares people right in the eye when she speaks to them . as much as she loathes people , she’s also so deeply fascinated with them . she’s the type of girl who is sitting at the bar before last call , in deep conversation with someone she doesn’t even know the name of . there are some brighter points to eden’s persona that i would love to cover --- i promise she isn’t all doom and gloom ! aside from her fierce sense of loyalty , eden is very intuitive and empathetic . one wouldn’t really associate those traits with someone who is so rough on the exterior , but eden feels very deeply and she tends to take on the emotions of others around her . i would describe her as a chameleon in the sense of she can easily change her colors to fit in with those around her . if the mood is light and jovial , she can be that way . if the atmosphere is tense , then she is going to be apprehensive and trigger - happy . that’s just how she is . i would best describe eden as the type of girl who is akin to a breeze in the air . she just goes whichever way she pleases and where she lands is where she lands . deep down , she is an incredibly sad girl who struggles deeply with her past and who she is as a person . she lacks self - love . she knows she’s a lot to manage and doesn’t really see past that or why she would ever be worth anyone’s time of day beyond that . with that said , eden is very good at faking it . if she wants to portray herself a certain way , she will . for example , she wants east to believe that she is put together and has all of her ducks in a row -- so she goes above and beyond to make him believe that because she can’t handle him ever looking down on her . it’s a weird concept she has with mostly everyone who has made an impact on her life . she’s good at acting like she doesn’t give a fuck when in fact she really , really does .

plots .

while i would LOVE to write out a bunch of extensive plot ideas like i had for pavarti’s intro , i am lazy . like real fucking lazy , so i decided to list some plots that i would absolutely ❤️ to have for eden , separated into both platonic and romantic categories !

romantic : someone eden broke the heart of badly , hateship , friends with benefits , exes on bad terms , one night stand , mutual infatuation / one sided infatuation

platonic : roommates , childhood friends , good influence ( on eden ) , bad influence ( eden on your muse / your muse on eden ) , muse , art friends , party buddies , confidants , enemies , friends turned to enemies , fake friendship , sibling like friendships , platonic soulmate

#wealthyhq:intro #tw abuse #tw suicide

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ouronlyangelhes · 5 years

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Will It Get Easier?: Harry Styles One Shot

When you had thought of the person that you were going to spend the rest of your life with, you always imagined it would be Harry. Nobody else ever came to mind. He had all of the qualities that you knew would make him the best husband and father. For years, that’s all you two talked about, getting married and eventually starting a family. Until one day, those talks seemed like a distant memory of a life you almost had. A little after three years together, you and Harry parted ways.

Both of you had been burnt out and not fully invested in the relationship anymore. With the crazy antics of life the little things turned into big arguments and nothing seemed to work anymore. It had been a little over seven months since thing ended between the two of you. No break up is ever easy, but this one has proven to be extremely difficult. Harry was someone that you never wanted to picture having to get over. He was the one you pictured getting married to and going on family vacations with. You had been doing your best to move forward with your life and let go of your relationship with him.

It’s not easy. It takes time to slowly forget all of those memories and plans you’d made together. It takes time to let go of the past and be okay with moving ahead. It was the days when you would find one of his old tee shirts or a Polaroid from a trip you’d taken together that would hit you the hardest. You weren’t one of those exes who burned and got rid of things belonging to your ex significant other. Things had ended in a sad but mutual way and you will always have a tremendous amount of love in your heart for him.

For the first few weeks after the two of you broke up, Harry would call you late after he’d been out with his friends to tell you how much he missed you. The calls slowly began to decrease, while you had enjoyed being something that was on his mind you were happy knowing that he was finally being able to let go.

At least you thought he was letting go.

It’s Friday night and you had decided to go to bed early to catch up on some rest.

You heard your doorbell going off around 2am accompanied by aggressive knocking on the door. You made your way down the stairs and turned on the light, you looked through the peep hole to find Harry.

“What the hell are you doing Harry, it’s 2 in the morning?” You asked sounding annoyed.

“‘M drunk and I missed yeh. Can I come in?” He asked you.

“Yeah I guess.” You said as you opened the door further.

“I was just out and I realized how close I was to your place so I thought of you. I just wanted to check and see how you’ve been.” He asked as he sat down on your couch.

“I’ve been fine Harry. I am glad you stopped by and that you’re okay but you can’t do this. You can’t be here.” You said.

“I know I shouldn’t but I missed you. I love you and I just wanted to make sure that you were good.” He said.

“You just can’t show up here and the middle of the night and tell me that you love me. We’re broken up. You’re not suppose to say things like that. I’m trying to get over you and that’s really freaking hard when you show up here.” You said.

“Maybe we aren’t suppose to get over each other. We made a mistake in breaking up. You know that we should be together. Remember how great we were. We talked about marriage and kids and I never wanted that with anyone else.”

“We used to be good. But that’s the point we were good until we weren’t anymore. I can’t go through this again with you. It hurt too bad. I can’t do this rollercoaster of emotions, I was finally doing ok and here you are again showing up at my door. It’s not ok.” You said to him.

“I get it. I’ll go.” He said as he got up off the couch.

“No! You’ve been drinking you don’t need to be out this late wandering around anyways. Just stay. You can sleep on the couch and leave in the morning.” You said as you opened the closet to grab some blankets out for Harry.

“Thanks.” He said as he watched you make up the couch for him.

You turned the light off in the living room and headed up the stairs towards your room. You were all tucked in when you heard a knock at your bedroom door.

“Y/N.” Harry said as he opened the door.

“Yeah, what’s up?” You asked him.

“Can I stay in here with you? I know that I shouldn’t be asking you for anything I’ve already intruded enough, I just miss you. Just for tonight. One last cuddle. I promise I will behave myself.” Harry said to you.

“Yeah, I guess. Come here.” You said as you motioned for him.

“I miss cuddling with you.” He said as he cozied up next to you, just like he use to. He was always so warm and so cuddly. He had this way of making you feel so secure and loved all at the same time. That was something you had missed for sure. But you couldn’t allow yourself to miss it too much or you would fall back into the old swing of things.

“I know you do.” You said trying to avoid too much emotion.

“Goodnight.” Harry said as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

“Goodnight Harry.” You said back to him.

To be honest it was one of the best nights of sleep you had in a while. Sleeping next to Harry was always something that you’d enjoyed and now you were going to have to go back to living without that. You woke up and found the bed empty and cold beside you. All that remained of Harry from last night was a note that he had left on the pillow.

Thank you again for putting up with me last night. I really don’t know what came over me and caused me to come by your place but thanks for not turning me away. I guess I just really needed to see you. I’m sorry if me coming by caused you any disruption or put you out in anyway. It was good to see you again. Let’s try to catch up one day when we are in a better place. H xx

You knew better place meant when he would no longer say “I love you” without feeling an intense amount of love for you. To be honest, you didn’t know if you’d ever be able to hang out with Harry. The feelings that you had for him were ones that consumed every bone in your body. Harry wasn’t someone you could simply get over. He was someone you were going to learn how to live without.

Four more agonizing months had passed since Harry paid that unexpected visit to your house in the middle of the night. You hadn’t heard from him since. You didn’t know if that meant he was moving on or if he was struggling was much as you were. You were trying to not think about him, you really were. As soon as you found yourself moving forward he would sneak back into your life somehow.

You came home from work to find a letter addressed to you in Harry’s handwriting. You were slightly hesitant to open it as you weren’t sure of what you were going to find. Was it going to be a love letter? An invitation of sorts? A card?

The not knowing was killing you so you decided to open it. Inside you found a concert ticket and a backstage pass to Harry’s upcoming final show of his tour. Inside there was a small note. It’d mean the world to me if you could make. If not, I understand. I would just mean everything to have you there. Hope to see you. H x

Of all the things you’d be expecting this wasn’t one. Harry had been busy touring the last first months promoting his new solo album. He was doing amazing. You had heard the album of course when it had come out and couldn’t help but feel a few jabs in your chest as it was like reliving your relationship all over again and it’s downfall.

You were proud. Beyond proud of the music he had worked so hard to make. Lyrically, musically, and technically it was all perfect and very Harry. Part of you wanted to just pretend you never got the tickets and not show up. But you had to go. He wanted you there. Maybe there was a future of the two of you being able to just be friends. Maybe this was Harry’s way of making the first step in making a friendship? You weren’t sure but you knew you couldn’t just skip out on something like this.

It was his final show of his very successful solo world tour. He had been there for you more times than you could count over the years and you needed to be there for this for him.

You looked at the tickets and the show was tomorrow night. You had to do a lot to mentally prepare to see him again.

You began to get ready for the concert. You changed your outfit at least five times, unsure of what to wear. You didn’t know why you were still trying to impress him. You weren’t together anymore, it shouldn’t matter and you shouldn’t care what he thinks. But you still do. You were very nervous. You really didn’t know what the night had in store and that caused you to feel a little anxious.

As usual, the show was off to an amazing start. He had this way of captivating the audience with every single thing he did. You couldn’t help but feel the sting when he sang certain lyrics that recalled your relationship. The show was coming to an end and you stood beside Jeff for most of it. You had run into Anne briefly and chatted for a bit. You wanted to avoid having a long conversation with her because you knew it would bring up way too many old memories.

Jeff mentioned to you that you could go wait in Harry’s dressing room for him as soon as he got off the stage. You decided to go ahead and head back there.

You sat down on the couch in the dressing room to wait for him.

“I didn’t know if you’d show up or not. I really appreciate it that you’re here!” Harry said as he entered the dressing room.

“Yeah of course! I wouldn’t miss it for anything.” You said.

“I know it was selfish to invite you here after all that’s happened. I mean the last time we saw each other was because I showed up drunk at your door. But I couldn’t imagine sharing this night with anyone else. I just really wanted you here.” He confessed to you.

“Well, I am glad that you invited me. The show was great, really something else. I’m glad to have been able to see a small part of it.”

“You’ve seen more than a small part. You’ve been the inspiration behind this whole album. I want you to thank you for the person that you’ve been in my life. I can’t imagine being where I am today without you.” He said as he hugged you. It felt weird to be this close to him after such a long time. But it still felt right.

“Thank you. I really appreciate it. It means a lot to hear that. It’s just weird you know, being here looking back on us. I just don’t know if I wanna look back anymore. I don’t know.”

You said trying to understand your feelings.

“Are you saying you wanna give things another try?” He asked hopefully.

“I mean, I want to. If you would. Just lowkey, no rush, just taking things as they come. What do you say?” You asked.

“Hell Yeah! Come here!” He said as he kissed you. This time apart had been hard but maybe it was everything the two of you needed to be closer than ever before.

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"My best friend is Bea Miller, she has been such an inspiration and I got a lot closer to her thanks to Selena as we were opening acts together for part of the revival tour." You spoke to Jannett your interviewer. "She's this amazing ball of sunshine and when we aren't busy we're normally together."

"You and Bea have both been writing music together? Is there any possibility of a collab happening?" Jannett asked.

"There's always possibilities for collabs and if we do decide to collab with one another then I'm sure within time it'll be announced." You added.

That interview was back in July of 2016, sitting with Jannett again in February of 2017, the questions, of course, would be changed in some ways.

"It's good to have you here again, a lot has happened since 2016." Jannett spoke, "You've released regenerated two weeks ago and it's climbing the charts extremely fast. What do you have to say about that?"

"Thank you so much to the people who are buying it, to those who are listening and who see potential in my music. I took a different route with this album and I love the path I chose and it took a while to figure some songs out but I got there and I'm grateful for it."

"On your bonus track you have a song called See you soon which you write with Shawn Mendes, your ex and then a song called Together again which was wrote with a good friend of yours Bea Miller, can you explain those two songs for us?"

"See you soon wa wrote when Shawn and I were still together but that doesn't change the meaning behind the song. We're both really busy and it played a big part in how our relationship went. We were supposed to sing it together for my album and he had to leave earlier than expected because of venue problems for a few shows of his so that's why it's just my voice for that one. Together again is a slower song and we wrote it about two girls who started from nothing to being where they are now. Together again meaning you have yourself together, you know what you're going and you don't feel broken or torn up."

"People have said that you and Selena are close, would you agree to that?"

"Yes, Selena pulled me aside one day and we talked a lot and she said how I was like a little sister to her and how she knew if I put my mind to it and gave it my all I could reach places that I never dreamed of. Selena was a person who I looked up to as a kid so for her to believe in me made me want to work harder than I already did and I love what I do."

"A joke goes around because Selena and Demi fell out, people say you're Selena as you've worked with her and Bea is Demi. Comments on that?"

"Bea and I aren't Demi and Selena, I don't think it's fair to compare our friendship to theirs just because they're like mentors to us." You said carefully, choosing your words carefully.

"You announced that you'd be going on tour in may, you released the album not too long ago, why such the wait?" She asked looking up at you.

"Well I wanted everyone to be able to enjoy the album for starters, it also is a world tour so I want as many venues for this tour, we're still booking places and I'm putting a lot of money into making sure that tickets aren't too expensive, I want it to be affordable in a way that they can go and my tour crew can still get paid as well as my opening person is Bea which this is the first time I've announced it and she's working on music so I wanted to give her time to get herself prepared because she will on tour with me through the entire thing." You explained a smile growing on your face as you thought of Bea.

"So you'll be touring with your best friend? That's amazing. Do you guys think maybe you'd do an album's worth of collabs?"

"I don't think so, Bea and I have two different sounds in a way, and I feel like an entire album there'd be a lot of idea clashes plus we wouldn't have much time to just sit work on a song let alone an entire album."

"Something that the fans want to know is what is the craziest thing you've ever done with Shawn?" Janette asked as she set her cards on the ground.

"We ran away together for three days." You spoke a smile growing on your face.

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"Shawn you're crazy, where would we even go?" You asked him as he sat next to you on your bed, he looked at you with those eyes and you knew you were sold. That you'd do whatever he wanted you to do.

"We can go anywhere, we can just drive and find things to do. Just you and I." He spoke, you two had only been dating for five months but you were attached to him and you didn't think that you'd ever leave him. If you were to it would be him getting tired of you, not the other way around.

"Okay, let me pack a bag and we can go." You spoke standing up grabbing your old backpack throwing some clothes in it. Shawn smiled kissing your forehead before heading downstairs. Your parents were out on a date night and you knew if you just left they'd freak. Writing a quick note to them, you laid it out on your bed before grabbing your white converse. Taking the pink polaroid and some film off of your dresser before meeting him downstairs. He held your guitar in his hands, a smile on his face.

The ride was long and you had nowhere to really go, you both turned your phones off knowing that when they realized you guys were gone they wouldn't leave you alone. He parked his car on an empty street. Houses weren't existent and nobody was around, it was just you two. You were sleeping in the passenger seat, he would have woke you up but in his eyes, you were this precious thing that deserved all the peace that the world could give. That didn't stop him from walking, though, he wasn't too far away but he was a perfect distance, you were awake, maybe because he was gone for so long or maybe because you knew he was no longer there.

Things like this only existed in the movies but somehow you were blessed with him, the perfect movie character. Quietly you got out the car taking the polaroid with you. Sitting in front of the car you got into a good position taking a picture of Shawn sitting on the abandoned road. What was he looking at? The question was still unanswered because you never asked.

The second night you both laid in the back of his car. It wasn't the most comfortable but you liked it. He had his arms around you and you kept your head on his chest.

"Why did you agree to this?" He quietly asked, his thumb rubbing on the part of your back that was exposed.

"Because I love being with you, without having people watching us, making sure we don't make stupid mistakes or to make sure that we don't decide to break up and hate one another."

"I don't think I could ever hate you," Shawn mumbled. "I love you, I know it might be early to say but I do and I wanted you to know."

"I love you too." You blurted, something you've been wanting to say for so long but you didn't want to scare him off. "So much." You added, your lips meeting his.

The third day you went to one of his friend's house so you both could shower, then you went out eat and to see a movie. Finally turning your phones back on afterward. Management, security, your parents. So many missed calls and you knew you were in for it. He pulled into your driveway, the lights to your house were on.

"I can come in with you if you want me to." He offered but you shook your head.

"It might be best if you don't, they're going to flip and I don't want you to see that." You told him leaning over to give him a kiss.

The house was silent as you sat across from your parents, your dad was angry, you could see it. Your mother was harder to read of course.

"You see a pretty boy with a nice personality and you decide that it's okay to run off with him?" Your dad asked you stayed silent. "Just giving yourself away like that? You guys can't even rent a hotel room, where the hell did you go?"

"I didn't give myself away, we slept in his car and we were everywhere, anywhere that people weren't, we were."

"So you run off with a boy and you guys don't do anything? No taking advantage of the situation?" Your dad questioned.

"Shawn isn't like that, you know him, you like him, dad." You started before grabbing your guitar case which wich had at least thirty pictures.

"We drove around and we talked and I took pictures. I learned a lot about him that I didn't know before, like his fears and the things he loves besides music. I get what I did was wrong and I'll take my punishment but if he asked me to do it again, I'd say yes in a heartbeat because I love him and being with him makes me so happy. It makes me feel like I can do anything."

"You really care about him?" Your mother asked you nodded looking at her.

"Is that why he's still here? That way if you needed an outlet you wouldn't feel alone?" She asked. You turned to look out the window, his car was there. You remember him pulling off, you didn't even know he came back. "Go invite him in." She added seeing the way your eyes lit up when you saw that he was still outside.

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