#I love how these boys never left the freaking boat

[sassyandclassy94]

The Boys congratulating The Boys!

[blorbocedes]

For the trope mash-up: didnt mean to turn you on + innocent physical touch for franco 'milf-hunter' colapinto and checo/lewis

okay hear me out. what if checo was a woman instead 🤭🫣

Checo's had a fucking year.

The car is shit. She's been saying for so long but now they finally believe it as even Redbull’s wunderkind Max struggles in it. Every other interview, news cycle is about her retiring, her being unceremoniously kicked out as drivers salivate for her seat, her middling performance due to early pre-menopausal hormones? Just 2 years ago, she was the Mexican Queen of Defense, and now it's 'is she Redbull’s DEI hire?' The stories have become outlandish, announcing her second pregnancy and retirement at Mexican Grand Prix. That's why after Daniel, who had very clearly been brought in to replace her, was switched mid season she posted the Wolf of Wall Street clip on her instagram to make it clear: I’m not fucking leaving.

So forgive her if she's been seeking a little respite elsewhere.

There's a hot, young Argentine at Williams that's been eyeing her. Checo’s a woman on the F1 grid, she's been eyed like that thousands of times, most of it unwanted. Although, it fell off after she birthed the twins and her tits never returned to their glory days. So it's a little flattering reminder she's still got it. Being able to speak in the same language also helps, not having to translate everything for doublespeak. They have rapport.

“How old are you?” Checo asks at the club. She's not there to celebrate, she just needs a drink. Franco’s at the stage where finishing a race is cause for celebration.

“Twenty five.” Franco replies in her ear entirely too quickly, with a grin.

Checo raised an eyebrow. She didn't keep track of the rookies but she sure as hell knew they weren't doing twenty five year old rookies anymore.

A group of tourists seem to recognize her, probably fans and she's in no autographing mood so she pulls Franco in closer in front of her, to block her five foot four self from the world. He misreads the signal, but is all too happy to step in closer; personal space be damned.

“Okay. I lied. I didn't want to freak you out.” Franco confesses sheepishly.

Checo drinks her whiskey, assessing it. “I was winning karting races while you were in diapers, yes?”

It makes her feel old just saying it. She doesn't know how Fernando does it.

Franco nods, pupils going dark.

“And…” she raises her left hand, eyes pointing to her wedding ring.

Franco smirks. “I don't mind if you don't.” He leans in for the kiss, and Checo leans back denying him. Too public. She's learned from that mistake. She does put her left hand on his nape, stroking it and praising the boldness. It's dangerous, sleeping with another driver. When you're a woman, it gives them too much power. That's why Checo never acted on Max's obvious interest. But Franco doesn't have a seat next year yet... as temporary and harmless to her prospects as it gets.

“Come on,” Franco’s voice betrays the frustration underneath the trying hard to be suave, “I know you're thinking it too. You'd rather be on a boat with me than this totally lame club. And what I might lack in experience, I can make up for in stamina.” He practically purrs in her ear.

“A boat? Williams is not paying you that much.” Checo laughs, even as she entertains the line about stamina. James is a penny pincher to a fault. And Franco might get F1 groupies impressed with that line, but as the primary breadwinner she knows a little better.

Franco’s undeterred. “Your boat then. I can be your yacht boy.”

Now wouldn't Checo love to be sunning on a boat, no kids running around, being waited on hand and foot by an eager, younger man who can go for round two in ten minutes. God, she hasn't been filled up in a satisfying way in so long, her cunt throbs at the fantasy, aided by the tall, warm body in front of her.

Checo bites her lower lip, and looks around. Nobody around them in paying attention to the dark corner they're in anymore. She takes Franco’s hand and places it over her breast, holding his gaze. For all his smooth-talking, Franco seems momentarily stunned, mouth parting in surprise. He has naturally red lips, Checo wants to bite on it. He tentatively squeezes her breast, and after seeing her nod, starts kneading it, thumb trying to find her nipple through the layers of her polo shirt and sports bra.

“Can I please eat you?” Franco’s voice is husky as he begs.

[mca-attack21]

Stay Out of the Water - (Jeremiah Fisher x Reader)

TW: Surfing wipe out, possible drowning, cussing, kissing.

You had come to the clubhouse today, while Belly was practicing for the debutante ball. Jeremiah had been so excited to run into you and insisted that you come spend time with him at the pool.

The two of you spent hours flirting back and forth. At one point he pushed you into the pool, so that he could 'save you'. This was definitely going to be one of the more memorable days of your summer. But that is how you felt about every day you got to spend with the ocean-eyed boy.

You had decided to go get nachos for the two of you to share. When you walked back out with them, you dropped them to the floor.

Jeremiah was in the water kissing another girl.

You didn’t even go back for your stuff, you just turned around and started running towards the exit. Hot tears streamed down your face. How could you be so stupid? Jeremiah flirted with everyone, why would it be any different with you? The emotions started to overwhelm you. You were in love with him. Physical pain shot through your chest, sobs wrecked your body as you ran towards the Beck house.

You were so thankful that no one was home. You went up to your room and tried to calm down. You decided to try to go surfing to clear your head. 

------

Jeremiah rushed through the front door calling your name. But instead he found Conrad. “Is Y/n here? Have you seen her?” he asked frantically. 

“I don’t know. I just got back from the boat with Cleveland, we had to come back in early because of the water. Why? What’s going on?”

“I don’t know. She was hanging out with me at the club and then she disappeared. She left everything by the pool. Including her phone. Belly and the moms haven’t heard from her, Steven’s searching the club, and I came here to see if she came back,” he explained. 

A pit immediately formed in Conrad’s stomach, this was not like you at all. “You check her room, I’ll check the pool.” He called out your name a couple of times, before going back inside, “Anything?” he called out to Jeremiah. 

“Her bathing suit from earlier is on the floor in her room, but she’s not here.” 

“Where else would she go?”

“How bad was the water?” Jeremiah asked. He knew you better than anyone, he paid attention, and even before checking, he’d figured out exactly where you are. 

“It’s rough out there, I think a storm might be coming in. Why?” But even as he said that he understood, “You don’t think-” 

“Her board is gone. We gotta go.”

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There was a special connection you felt with the ocean. Maybe it was the vastness of it, never really knowing what was out there. The water calmed your soul. You respected the ocean, usually you wouldn’t have gone near it with the water being this wild, but you weren’t really thinking. You just wanted to get your mind off things. You surfed a couple waves, nothing too crazy. The currents were changing, you knew that you needed to get back in, go back to reality. Just one more, you pleaded with the ocean.

The waves were surging around you. A small voice inside your head told you to just head back in. This was definitely the riskiest conditions you’d ever surfed in. No one even knew that you were out here. If something happened… You shook your head, ignoring the thoughts. It would be fine, you knew your way around the surfboard and you would go back in after this. You paddled quickly to catch the rising wave. Just as the wave broke, you jumped seamlessly from your stomach to your feet, crouching on your board. You start to ride the wave in, feeling free. For a moment everything stopped.The image of Jeremiah kissing another girl left your mind. Everything felt like it could be okay. And then you wiped out. 

It felt like you got thrown from a cliff. Your heart pounded in your chest, you fought the fear and urge to freak out. You felt yourself get pulled in as the explosion of white water and force drove you down quickly. You were being thrown around under water, finally understanding the term ragdolled. It was impossible to focus between the urge to breathe, the pounding in your chest and the fact that your board was yanking on your leg so hard you wondered if the leash would snap. You could see the light of the surface, but the water was churning so much that you were struggling to get there. You were getting more and more desperate for air, body aching, mind racing.

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“There!” Conrad shouted pointing to where you were sitting on your board. 

“Y/n!” Jeremiah yelled, but it was no use. There was no way you were going to hear them over the waves. 

“Keep tracking her. I’m going to get the neighbor's jet ski.”

Jeremiah watched you, afraid to even blink. He watched you surf the wave and for a moment watched you in awe. And then you got swept off your board. 

He screamed your name, taking a few steps forward instinctively, running his hands through his hair. Waiting for you to surface. It was taking too long. Conrad was taking too long. He sprinted into the water and started to swim out to where you were.

He was about halfway there fighting the waves, when you finally surfaced throwing yourself on your board, trying to catch your breath before another wave crashed over you. You fought your aching muscles and exhaustion and started paddling in. That is when you saw him. The anger you had earlier had faded, and instead tears came back. You tried to ignore them, as you paddle towards him. 

You could see the anger written on his face as you offered him a hand pulling him up to sit on the board with you. Conrad came with the Jetski and pulled the two of you the rest of the way in. You had barely reached the sand when Jeremiah yelled at you, “What the hell were you thinking?” he demanded. 

“Jere,” Conrad warned, he could tell you were upset.

“No Conrad,” he said before grabbing your arm and forcing you to look at him, “I can’t believe you were so stupid. You could’ve died. What the hell were you thinking?”

All of the hurt came back and without thinking, you said, “It’s not like you’d care anyway.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” he asked, eyes losing their anger, hurt and concern taking over. 

“I saw you kissing that girl in the water today. Do you know how much it hurts to see the person you are in love with, so carelessly with someone else? I am sorry. I didn’t realize the water was that bad, I promise. I just wanted - I needed to breathe and I thought surfing would help. I’m sorry,” you cried, you broke your arm away from him and grabbed your board running back towards the house sobbing.

You never wanted this to happen. You felt so hollow inside. You couldn’t handle these emotions. You forced yourself into the shower, tears still streaming down your face. 

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“I’ve never yelled at her before,” Jeremiah realized. He and Conrad were sitting at the pool. 

“You were scared,” Conrad offered. 

“I am an idiot.” 

“At times,” Conrad said, trying to lighten the mood. “Jere, why were you kissing another girl in the pool? I mean look man, I’m not judging you. But I can see how you feel about Y/n, everyone can.”

“I didn’t kiss her, she kissed me. She asked me to help her out of the pool, when I went to give her a hand she pulled me in and jumped me. I pushed her off of me, I swear to god. I had no idea Y/n saw it.”

“What are you waiting for? Go tell Y/n how you feel.” 

“I’m probably the last person she wants to see right now.”

“That’s because she doesn’t have the full story. You at least owe her that.” 

Jeremiah agreed, standing up. “Thanks bro.”

When he went to your room the door was cracked open. You were sitting in your bed with your back against the wall, knees against your chest, head buried in your lap. He knocked lightly, “Can I come in?” he asked. 

You managed a nod. 

He sat on the edge of the bed, not knowing where to start. 

“I’m sorry,” you both said at the same time. 

“Me first,” you said looking up to meet his eyes. 

“I’m sorry for the way I handled today. I shouldn’t have ran off like that and you were right going out to surf like that was stupid. I also have no right to have any say in who you hookup with, I just want you to be happy. I hope that we can be okay.” 

“Y/n. I didn’t even know that girl in the pool. I think one of her friends dared her to try to kiss me. I didn’t kiss her back, I pushed her off of me, I promise. There’s only one girl I want to be kissing. And seeing that girl wipe out, scared the shit out of me. That’s no excuse for yelling at you like I did, my emotions just kinda took over.”

You couldn’t believe your ears. 

“Jeremiah, don’t say that unless you actually mean it,” you cautioned. 

“Of course I mean it Y/n. You're my best friend and I have wanted you to be more than that, but I was scared that if something happened that we’d lose our friendship. So I tried to ignore the feelings, tried to convince myself that it was for the best. But I don’t want to do that anymore. I just want you.”

You traced your fingers over the line of his jaw, before cupping his cheek.

He glanced down at your lips. He had thought about doing this for months and now it was happening. He pulled you into him, so that you were straddling his lap. His eyes asked permission, and then closed the gap between your lips. The kiss started gentle, but quickly heated up. You pushed him back against the bed, losing track of your arms and hands, while being very aware of where his were. When you separated, you could barely breathe. 

“Damn,” he smiled. 

“I can’t believe this is really happening.” You shifted on your side and he mirrored you, pulling you into his chest. 

You apparently fell asleep like that. When you woke you, the empty spot beside you was enough to make you question if last night had really happened or if it was just some elaborate and twisted dream. 

“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty,” Jeremiah said as he came through your door with breakfast in hand. 

“Good morning,” you smiled.

He set the food down and came over to you, giving you a quick kiss. “I have to go to work soon, but I was thinking that I could take you out tonight. You know properly, just the two of us.”

“It’s a date.”

He beamed as he turned to exit your room. 

“Oh, Jeremiah?”

“Yeah Y/n/n?”

“Stay out of the water,” you laughed. He rolled his eyes and left. You wanted to scream in excitement. Being with him still didn’t feel real. The feelings were more intense than anything you could have imagined. You decided that if this was in fact a dream, you never wanted to wake up.   

[ironmanfridgemagnet]

Superstore Boys saying ‘I love you’ for the first time:

Marcus!!

- literally shaking in his cloud 9 branded work boots

- spends weeks, months even, practicing saying it in the mirror until he builds up the courage to do it to your face.

- not scared of saying it because of himself. He knows it to be true that he loves you more then anything else in this world. He's more scared that he'll say it and you'll give his this blank stare while you whisper an apology that you don't love him too. (It wouldn't be the first time that's happened).

- doesn't plan an extravagant moment or anything to say it to you, but he does want it to be intimate; just the two of you.

- when the words come out his hands are shaking and he can't meet your eyes, until you lean in close, nudge your nose against his cheek and whisper to him 'I love you too' with a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth.

- once he says it for the first time, he's never not saying it to you.

- "I love you, babe." "Hey, babe, I love you." "Because I love you will you grab some cheese-it's in the store for me?" "I love you, but I love Kraft Mac and cheese more babe, get used to it."

Garrett!!

- doesn't think it's as much of a big deal as the others, but still finds himself nervous to say it to your face.

- plans a nice dinner for the two of you with all your favourite foods and your favourite movie and dessert for afterward

- when it comes to the actual moment that's when the nerves finally hit

- though Garrett spends most of his time flirting with you and acting all confident around you he just crumples. For the first time in a long time he's actually nervous to what May happen.

- you're cleaning up the dishes claiming you had to after he'd put all the hard work into making the food and Garrett comes up behind you, pulling you into a kiss. And then another and then another before murmuring it against your lips.

- you press one more chaste kiss to his lips and lean back with a wide, glistening smile. 'I love you too.'

- the amount of relief Garrett felt when you said it back!!!! He'd never admit how nervous he was that day, not even to you. He couldn't let you know the power you had over him.

Jonah!!

- Freaks tf out

- he's spent more time then the two of you had been together planning on how he would tell you he loves you.

- he plans the most elaborate day out for the two of you, a trip to the park, a picnic, row boat ride into the lake, a long stroll through a flower garden and then dinner at your favourite restaurant

- however, all of that goes to shit when he calls you up to ask you to bring him home his jacket that he'd left at the store and he ends the call with 'see you when you get back. I love you.'

- a brief moment of silence takes over the two of you as Jonah hastily mutters out 'I didn't mean to say that' before hanging up on you

- you tucked the phone into your pocket with a wide smile on your face, picking up his jacket that you'd already had among your things before heading back to Jonah's place as quickly as you could.

- the second you open the door Jonah's apologising, saying that 'I didn't mean to say it in a good way, of course I meant it! How couldn't I? I love you more then anything! This just isn't how things were supposed to go and-'

- before he can get out another word, your grabbing his by the collar of his shirt and pulling him against you, kissing his passionately before pulling back with a bright grin. 'I love you too, J.'

[foxes-that-run]

Ready for it?

Ready for it? is about a magnetic damaged relationship Taylor won't let go of, wondering if her lover dreams of her, it references a relationship plagued by the media. The title, "Ready for it?" is referenced in one of the TS Parody Tabloids, referring to this awful real piece of journalism about Haylor. Harry has also referred to the song in To Be So Lonely with "Wasn't ready for it all"

When was it written

In the HBO Bad blood documentary Taylor’s PA said it was written on her plane during the 1989 tour, which is May - December 2015. The footage they show is from Taylor arriving in LA from China on 13 November 2015, but not necessarily when it was written. It refers to Two Ghosts, Stockholm Syndrome and Perfect which are from then.

Live performances

Ready for it opened the Reputation stadium tour and the Reputation set of the Eras tour where the screens are reminiscent of the 1989: ones"

Lyrics

Knew he was a killer first time that I saw him Wonder how many girls he had loved and left haunted But if he's a ghost, then I can be a phantom

I knew you were trouble: I knew you were trouble when you walked in / So shame on me now / Flew me to places I'd never been, yeah Now I'm lyin' on the cold hard ground

Haunted is a theme in Taylors work and in Harry's also. After Haunted on Speak Now, this is the next haunted and all others refer back to Two Ghosts or Harry. Here Taylor responds to Two Ghosts, which was also written in 2015 and ups her role to a Phantom, both models of Rolls Royce cars. As a luxury car enthusiast car references are generally to Harry.

Two Ghosts: (We're just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me / Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat)

Holdin' him for ransom

Stockholm Syndrome: "Who's that shadow holding me hostage? / I've been here for days / Who's this whisper telling me that I'm never gonna get away?"

Some, some boys are tryin' too hard He don't try at all, though Younger than my exes but he act like such a man, so I see nothing better, I keep him forever Like a vendetta-ta

Harry remains is the youngest of Taylor's exes, and he did act like such a man.

"Keep him forever" is also a reference to Stockholm Syndrome which Harry wrote while dating Taylor, released a few weeks after 1989 and added to the One Direction Setlist during the period Taylor wrote this.

I, I, I see how this is gon' go Touch me and you'll never be alone I-Island breeze and lights down low No one has to know

The impact Taylors fame has on a relationship (touch me and you''ll never be alone) is explored extensively in 1989, especially,

I Know Places, Wonderland and Slut! explore this. Harry Styles Kiwi and Sign of the Times also refer to this.

This line reminds me of Perfects "And if you like cameras flashin' every time we go out"

Island Breeze also reminds me of IKYWT "Flew me to places I'd never been, yeah" and the Blue dress on a boat. It may also refer to her Rhode Island home, she purchased in May 2013.

In the middle of the night, in my dreams You should see the things we do, baby In the middle of the night, in my dreams I know I'm gonna be with you, so I take my time Are you ready for it?

Wildest Dreams "Even if it's just in your wildest dreams, ah-ah, ha (ha-ah, ha) / Wildest dreams, ah-ah, ha / You'll see me in hindsight / Tangled up with you all night"

Little Freak also references this line with references to blue light (adult film) dreams and wet dreams dangling. Little Freak also references "starry eyes, crystal ball" from the Ready for it video.

Knew I was a robber first time that he saw me Stealing hearts and running off and never sayin' sorry But if I'm a thief, then he can join the heist, and

IKYWT: No apologies / He'll never see you cry / Pretends he doesn't know

Stand up (One Direction) also has a similar refrain: "You can call me a thief (I'm a thief, I'm a thief) But you should know your part (I'm a thief, I'm a thief) I'm only here (I'm a thief, I'm a thief) Because you stole my heart"

See more on the Haylor theme of robbers and thieves.

We'll move to an island, and And he can be my jailer, Burton to this Taylor

Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton had a long, magnetic, tumultuous relationship over years with infidelities between two A-listers. Taylor made the same likeness in the Wildest Dreams video, which was released in the time this was written. During that period, Taylor liked a series of posts that likened her and the Wildest Dreams muse to old hollywood couples and celebrities including James Dean and Marilyn Monroe.

Every love I've known in comparison is a failure I forget their names now, I'm so very tame now Never be the same now, now

In Question...? Taylor describes a similar comparison to other loves: (Does it feel like everything's just like second-best after that Meteor strike?)

(Baby, let the games begin Let the games begin x 2)x2

Games are also a Haylor theme, this line:

State of Grace - Love is a ruthless game, unless you play it good and right

Blank Space - Love's a game, wanna play?

Boyfriends - And you know the game's never ending

Music Video

the costumes are reminiscent of Taylor's 2014 VS show, which HS and she were friendly then left the afterparty 5 mins apart from.

Keep Driving refers to "Kiss her and don't tells, Wine glass, puff pass, tea with cyborgs, Riot America, ..." is the tea with cyborgs referring to TS in this video?

So although Joe's birth year appears in the start of the Video, the song was written more than a year before Taylor met Joe. In the Behind the Scenes of the video Taylor is quite sassy, saying "there are other numbers of significance, "89 and 91 next to each other" with a laugh, at the end she also says the boys in the video are not really humans. This is trolling H. These numbers don't mean the song is about Joe, the overall Reputation narrative was that love songs were about Joe to shut down discussion of other muses, though multiple songs including this one were written in the 1989 and 1989 tour time period.

The unreleased Two Ghosts video also has blue electricity spheres that look like the ones at 1:56.

The lyric video for the all you had to do was Stay is reminiscent of the Ready for it video freeze frame:

Taymoji

Ready for it has a taymoji set that includes a moon heart, the description is 'partial eclipse of the heart' Total Eclipse of the Heart was a One Direction X-Factor competition song, it also has an anatomical heart, which Harry got a tattoo of in 2014 after Style was written and a red flower. The flowers description is 'roses are red, this flower is also red..' possibly the same reference as in Maroon, "Carnations you had thought were roses." The flags also look like "took off faster than a green light go" in Holy Ground.

[nylaboon]

NUMBER, NUMBER — Cooper Day

"I just hope to God you saved my number / Call me when you can"

— in which you call Cooper with a burner phone to confess your feelings.

cooper day x gn!reader

tags: fluff, friends to lovers, revolves around christmas, second person

note: based on a true story (some dumb shit i did back in middle school), also this feels so half-baked but i get headaches literally everyday and it makes it hard for me to want to write so i wanted to get this out asap. PLUS, i have a two or three part mini series in the works for everyone who has a cooper day fixation like me to make up for it so yayyyy

You truly needed a Christmas miracle to get you out of this sticky situation. Maybe even a prayer too, while you're at it. One thing this experience taught you was to never trust Austin when it came to dating advice. Ever. Because now you were regretting ever going through with this confession. Then again, maybe it was your fault for thinking this would go the way you intended. It wasn't like this was the first time you had to cope with a confession gone wrong, so it was completely on you for even trying.

At least, that's what you kept telling yourself.

For future reference, never get someone to tell you the combination for your crush's locker so you can leave a present and an anonymous note with a burner phone number on it. It was creepy and weird, and you somehow hadn't come to that conclusion until now. Not that it even was your idea. That was another reason not to take Austin's dating advice. Sometimes you forget that life isn't some shitty rom-com, but rather a painful test to challenge your ability to not want to put a bullet in your head. In other words, how long it would take for you to completely lose your sanity.

"He's gonna love it, dude!" Those were the exact words that came out of that boy's mouth. So why is it that he came up to you the day after you planted your gift in Cooper's locker saying that he fucked up and now Cooper was paranoid. And looking back on it now, you really couldn't blame him. This was some stalker-type shit; worse than just going up to him and telling him that you liked him straight up.

Now you were laying in bed and staring at the wall wondering why you ever even went through with any of this. Maybe it was all the Christmas spirit people were throwing around getting to your head. That, or you just enjoyed embarrassing yourself. Thankfully, you were on Christmas break, so you wouldn't have to worry about seeing Cooper for the next two weeks. A win and a loss, honestly. One part of you was upset because you'd have to wait a long time to see him again, but the other half was grateful because holy fuck, you'd have to wait a long time to see him again. You didn't want to look him in the eye. Not even in his direction. The same day you left that gift in his locker you avoided him like the plague afterward. You felt embarrassed before Austin told you how he felt about the whole thing, but now you feel both embarrassed and ashamed.

And to make things worse, he hasn't called the number. It's been a day and he hasn't called the fucking number. You were going to lose it. It was like the world was crumbling underneath your own feet the longer you thought about it. The more the thought came to your mind, the more it felt like there were eyes on you. Watching you, judging you.

Screw only Cooper being paranoid; you were both in the same boat now.

You were beyond fucked—or at least it felt like it. So why not just throw in the towel and ease his worries by admitting that it was you who wrote the note? Sure, maybe he'd be freaked out by you, but was that worse than him convincing himself that he had a stalker? Probably. Although, this came to show how much of a good friend you were, right? You were going to be honest with him, even though doing so would probably ruin your entire high school experience. Here's to trying to find good things to distract you from your overall idiotic actions.

Staring down at the screen of your burner phone—that was originally owned by one of your other friends before they got a new one—you hesitated calling. You dialed his number, and now all you needed to do was call him. But you froze up as you thought more and more about the casualties that could happen. After a while, you chose to just leave it be and hope that he eventually forgets about the situation.

Unfortunately for your dumbass, you pressed the call button instead of the back button. You were really fucked now.

Your heart dropped as soon as the phone started playing its usual ringback tone. "Fuck!" You were going to end the call as soon as you realized the mistake you made, but you chose not to. Maybe this was the universe telling you to get it over with so both of you could finally rest somewhat peacefully. You were trying to ignore the churning you felt in your stomach and the annoying voice in your head calling you a dumb fuck for not pressing the right button. What mattered the most was you apologizing.

To your surprise, it didn't take long for him to answer. And just like you expected, you could sense the mild discomfort in his voice. "Hello…?"

"Hey," you answered after a bit of awkward silence. There wasn't a word you could think of to describe how nervous you felt at that moment, mainly because you couldn't think, peroid. "I didn't think you'd answer that fast. Or at all."

Another anguishing moment of silence passed before Cooper spoke up again. "Am I stupid, or is this y/n?" He asked. You brought your finger up to your mouth and anxiously nibbled on your nail. You needed something to fidget with, and your nails were the only thing close by. In response to his question, a weak smile broke out on your face. You weren't smiling because you were happy he recognized you, but rather because you weren't sure how you were going to explain yourself without weirding him out.

"Possibly," you answered vaguely. Not that it mattered. He already knew from the moment you said 'hey'. "Why'd you answer so fast?"

"Why'd you call me with another number even though I already have your actual one?" He countered, to which you scoffed. You couldn't tell if he was being smug just to fuck with you or if he was genuinely curious. "I'm gonna get to that part," you explained, "just… answer my question first."

"Well, honestly, I've been staring at my phone, trying to push myself to call the number in that note, but I was scared of finding out who was behind it."

"Are you still scared now that you know it was me all along?"

"Nah," he answered truthfully. "Not really." That was relieving, at least. "Now answer my question."

"I didn't even mean to call you," you mumbled. "I mean, I did, but then I chose not to, but I accidentally pressed the wrong button, so I just went with it." You heard him snort on the other line and chose to ignore it. "Anyways, I just wanted to apologize for freaking you out... That wasn't my intention at all." You could hear muffled shuffling as you spoke.

"It's cool," the boy said nonchalantly. That was a thing he did a lot: he always tried to seem unbothered because he wanted to earn cool points. It was endearing, but a little annoying when you were fishing for his genuine, honest thoughts and opinions. No matter how many times you called him out for it, he pulled the "What are you talking about?" card and continued to do it. "It didn't bother me that much. I was just a little confused as to how you managed to break into my locker."

As soon as he said that, you spoke up and defended yourself. "That was not me—that was Austin's doing."

"Yeah, that's not hard to believe." With the way he spoke, you could tell he was smiling behind the screen. "You have something you wanna tell me?"

"Not really..."

You weren't mentally prepared to talk about the entirety of the note. All you planned on doing was a simple apology and call it a day afterward. But you knew he wouldn't let this go. You yourself wouldn't even let it go if the roles were reversed, so why should he?

"What do I even talk about?" You asked timidly. "You read the note; you already know. What more do I have to say?"

"Are you gonna ask me how I feel about it, or are you gonna be a coward?"

"Rude!"

"I'm just saying."

You rolled your eyes. "Okay, smartass. If you're not a coward then tell me how you feel."

"The same?" He answered almost immediately, without a single thought having to be made. It was baffling to hear for the most part. Baffling but appeasing. You grinned in pure disbelief. "What?"

"I feel the same," Cooper clarified. "About you. Was it not obvious?" It probably was obvious, now that you thought about it. That was the issue, you never thought hard about how he might've felt until now because you were too busy putting yourself down out of pure embarrassment. You hated the thought of being rejected but allowed it to torment you throughout the realization of how much you liked him. If you actually paid close attention to his mannerisms, you most likely would've noticed how nervous and fidgety he got around you, but you never put the pieces together because of the adrenaline you felt talking to him.

"Well no, otherwise I wouldn't be surprised," you answered in a sassy tone, feigning annoyance with his question. "But on a serious note, that makes me really happy to hear."

"Great, now we can do couple things like holding hands in public and making people uncomfortable with unnecessary amounts of PDA," he joked. At least you assumed he was joking. He never seemed like the type to be into PDA, but you never know nowadays. "Are you included in the group of people?" You asked.

"You know me so well." Yep, that checked out. Now you know not to act all lovey in public.

"Well, before we do all of that, I recommend you change your locker combination when you get the chance."

Cooper hummed. "Will do."

written by @nylaboon

[writerman]

🎧🎧🎧🎧🎧🎧🎧🎧🎧!

Send me a 🎧 and I will put my music on shuffle and give you a song and my favourite lyric from it

Aha, I see you are playing me at my own game!

What you want from a devil like me, devil like me? You see the devil don't mean to be evil He just regrettably forgets to exceed expectation

These veins of mine are now some sort of fuse And when they light up and my mind blows up my heart is amused So, this heart of mine is just some sort of map That doesn't care at all or worry about where the hell you're at But you're right there

(Did we really expect a Coheed song not to show up at some point?)

Come on! It's just the hurt I'm looking for I don't wanna live no more You've got the gun, I've got the bullets Don't wanna live no more Oh baby, be my lover, go on and pull that trigger!

She gave her heart to a falling star When news filtered through of his tragedy All the walls went up

(I wanted to post the lyrics to the entire song but I held back aha)

I'm just a normal boy That sank when I fell overboard My ship would leave the country But I'd rather swim ashore

Without a life vest, I'd be stuck again Wish I was much more masculine Maybe then I could learn to swim Like (14 miles away)

Now floating up and down I spin, colliding into sound Like whales beneath me diving down I'm sinking to the bottom of my- Everything that freaks me out The lighthouse beam has just run out I'm cold as cold as cold can be, be

I want to swim away but don't know how Sometimes it feels just like I'm falling in the ocean Let the waves up take me down Let the hurricane set in motion, yeah Let the rain of what I feel right now, come down Let the rain come down

Father your honor, may I explain? My brain has claimed its glory over me I've a good heart albeit insane Condemn him to the infirmary

All mine towers crumble down the flowers gasping under rubble Shrieking in the hall of lull, thy genius saves a thirst for trouble

Well 13524 Park and East Boulevard Your last stroll down the block was in the trunk of a car I must admit that we never thought you'd go this far Dear Dominique well I hope you're feeling better You look so cute writing out your own death letter Well now there's no one to watch your TV

Well there's a house on the block that's empty now that Dominique's gone

Hey, kid, there's no shame Or reason to doubt, for crying out loud Run like they're out for first blood When you're left with zero, beautiful losers, you're my hero

Walked into our world and made Horrible sounds I can still hear them today (Strangely they seem) Beautiful now Though they outlast my love

Still each time I always meant Every word, every one Though in time they finally bent Every word, every one, every word

[firefighterbuckleyskinard]

this wound won't close

TW: Homophobia, biphobia, mentions of conversion therapy, homophobic slurs, mentions of alcoholism, domestic violence, strangulation, and past suicidal ideation

---

Nothing looks right.

Colt scrutinizes the table, eyebrows furrowed deep in thought. It shouldn't be complicated. He's set the table how many times? He could do it with his hands tied behind his back. Easy as driving a boat.

Right now, he'd much rather be driving a boat.

Arms wrap around his middle, and Colt tenses. But then he picks up the familiar scent of lavender cologne, and he sighs and leans into Ken's touch. He wraps a hand around his wrist but doesn't turn to look at him.

"It's okay," Ken mutters. "It'll be over before you know it."

Colt sighs and shakes his head. "She's nasty, Ken. I hate it when she visits."

"I've dealt with nasty before," Ken reminds him. Colt scowls. It's been two years, and he'd still love nothing more than to punch Patrick Murphy in the face. "As long as she doesn't, ya know, try to strangle me, I think I'll be okay. I can take it."

Ken is perfectly capable of handling himself. He's stronger than he used to be, independent to a fault, yet Colt still resists urges to jump in and protect him from danger. His stomach churns uncomfortably.

Mom may not be a physical threat, but her words cut Colt to the core, leaving the parts of him he keeps well-hidden raw and exposed. She knows how to make him feel small and vulnerable with the tiniest hint of disapproval, and he resents that he reverts to being a child, desperate for her love, whenever he's in her presence.

Are you protecting Ken, or are you trying to protect yourself?

He flinches at the thought. Some questions are better left unanswered.

---

Colt never planned on coming out to her. His trysts with a few of the boys in his class were his best-kept secret.

Until his feelings for Anthony Whitman stopped being purely platonic.

Anthony was his best friend, and the most handsome boy Colt had ever seen. He had black curly hair, olive skin, and striking green eyes. Colt always felt like Anthony was staring into his very soul, and Colt was desperate to keep Anthony looking at him.

Only when Colt leaned in to kiss him did he notice that Anthony had a smattering of freckles across his nose.

He'd taken Anthony into his mouth, moaning when Anthony yanked his hair and breathlessly muttered praise, and -

The door flying open. A scream. Colt hurriedly pulling away and Anthony, flushed with shame, hastily pulling up his jeans.

"Colton Joseph!" He'd refused to look at her, and his heart shattered when Anthony practically ran out of his bedroom. "What do you think you're doing!?"

And so he'd sat at the kitchen table for the rest of the night, listening to Mom call him an embarrassment, a freak, a faggot, and the last one had made him flinch so viscerally that the chair had moved with him.

She smacked him when he rolled his eyes at the Bible passages.

Anthony never spoke to him again.

---

The closet sucked, but he'd only barely managed to avoid a pray-the-gay-away camp. He's heart too many horror stories about those.

He'd rather be closeted than deal with that.

And then he drops out of high school and gets hired in the stunt industry. He sleeps with Dan a few times, a couple of assistants, and Tom Ryder twice.

Two times too many.

None of them had ever been serious. They were just flings or friends-with-benefits situations. They were easy to hide from Mom and Dad. He's a stuntman. There'd never be a scandalous article written about him.

His bisexuality had flown under the radar, and then he met Ken.

---

Ken was different.

They'd met at a karaoke bar. He wasn't sure what possessed him to do it, but he'd gone up to talk to the other man after hearing him sing. Ken was adamant about being in a relationship, but they'd exchanged numbers anyway.

Colt quickly fell in love.

Ken was funny and charming, a talented photographer, eager to learn more about Colt's work. And Colt loved listening to him just as much, especially when he sang.

Toward the end of Ken's relationship wtith Patrick, his own relationship with Ken had bordered on an emotional affair. When Patrick tried to strangle Ken, when he'd almost lost Ken for good, Colt realized that he couldn't live without the other man.

They've been together for almost two years. Mom knows about Ken, but she's never met him, has never even seen a photo of him.

Until today.

---

The knock comes all too soon.

Ken looks up from chopping vegetables and gives Colt a reassuring smile. It'll be fine, he mouths. Colt nods and swallows. It feels like hundreds of glass shards cutting his throat.

Colt opens the door and, for the first time in over two years, locks eyes with his mother. Julie Seavers is a small, unassuming woman with shrewd brown eyes and blonde hair. To anyone else, she appears as a kind, God-fearing woman. All Colt sees is an abusive zealot.

"Hi, Mom." Colt croaks. Stop it. He clears his throat and steps aside. "Come on in. It's good to see you."

No, it's not. Get out of my damn house and leave me alone.

Julie hangs her purse on the hook by the door. Even without seeing her face, Colt knows she's scrutinizing the house with a critical eye. Out of the corner of his eye, Colt watches Ken wipe his hands and make his way toward the mother and son.

Julie turns and gives Ken a once-over. Her eyebrows rise in surprise. It's probably the hair. It's so blond it's almost white, and Colt loves it. She looks his body up and down, focusing on his jeans and his golden-yellow button down.

"Hm. Well, he's well-dressed at least. But Colt, for God-"

Ken quickly interjects, putting himself between Colt and Julie. He sticks his hand out and says brightly, "Hi! I'm Ken."

Julie stares at his hand for a moment before begrudgingly shaking it. "Julie."

Ken's easygoing grin doesn't falter. Colt takes a moment to marvel at him. A little over a year ago, he wouldn't have been nearly as confident. "Colt said you like chardonnay, so I grabbed a couple of bottles. Can I pour you a glass?"

Julie hums a low, short note. "Yes, thank you. Where have your hosting skills gone, Colt? I thought I raised you better than that."

Colt huffs. "He wants to make a good impression. Stop it."

"So you're letting him play host? This isn't even his home."

"Actually -"

"Here you go!" Ken all but shoves the glass in Julie's hand, and passes a bottle of beer to Colt. He accepts it with a grateful smile and clinks the bottle against Ken's glass. Ken takes a hearty sip of wine and slides his free hand into Colt's. Julie catches the action and purses her lips, but Ken makes no move to pull his hand away. He gives Colt's hand a reassuring squeeze, and it grounds him, if only just a little.

The three sit for dinner. The tension is so thick that Colt could cut it with a knife.

"So, Ken," Julie starts. "Colt says you two met at a bar?"

"Yep!" Ken grins. "A karaoke bar. I was singing, and once I was done, Colt came over and started talking to me."

"And you're a photographer? They don't make a lot of money, do they?"

Ken blinks in surprise, and Colt represses a sigh. Here it comes. "Ummm. Yeah, yeah, I'm a photographer. I make a decent amount of money, actually. I have my own studio and a lot of clients. Business is kind of booming."

"Your own studio? Hm."

Julie falls silent, and Colt smirks. Ken makes great money, and even though she doesn't approve of his career choice, she's never been able to make snobby comments about money to him. Small mercies.

"What do you think of Colt's stunt work? I wanted him to stay in school but he dropped out to jump off of roofs and get hit by cars."

Never mind.

Ken shrugs. "I think it's awesome. I'm not an adrenaline junkie, so I could never do it, but it's so cool."

"You don't care that he's a high school dropout?"

"Nah. Why would I? I never finished high school either."

"Oh." Julie stiffens and sets her fork down. "You know, a GED would -"

"Mom," Colt says sharply. "Drop it. Can we talk about something else? What's going on in Seattle? How's Derrick?"

Julie bristles at being interrupted, but once Colt mentions her husband, she brightens. Colt hates his stepfather, but whatever. He makes Mom happy and keeps her out of his hair. Good enough.

"Oh, well, now that you mention it..."

---

The rest of the meal thankfully goes off without a hitch.

Mom's on her second glass of wine. He sits with her in the living room while Ken loads the dishwasher. Colt toys with his beer bottle and tenses when Mom clears her throat.

"Colton."

Here it comes. "Yes?"

"Don't yes me. It's rude." Julie places her glass on a coaster and rests her hands on her lap. "Are you sure about Ken?" Her voice is soft, almost mocking. Colt loathes her, but he loves her, and why can't you just fucking be kind? "What happened to Jody? She was a nice girl."

"Nothing happened, Mom. It just didn't work out." They never properly came back after his accident, even after shooting Metalstorm. But they're still good friends, and she's with Dan now. It's worked out well for everyone. "I'm happy, she's happy. It's fine."

"Are you happy?" She fixes him with a patronizing stare, bordering on pity. "I just don't understand why you couldn't find a nice girl and settle down, have a couple of children. Maybe go back to school. You know your sister -"

"Is a doctor, her husband's a doctor, and they have three very intelligent kids. Yeah, I know." Natalie is the only one he's completely cut contact with. She's the worst combination of Mom and Dad possible, and Colt hates that his nieces are stuck with her. "You don't have to tell me again."

"Don't take that tone with me, Colton. I just wanted you to go back to school -"

"And marry a woman -"

"And be normal! I just wanted you to be normal! Don't you know what everyone else says?" Julie leans in and whispers, like she's afraid of interlopers overhearing, "They say you're going to Hell. Do you want that?"

"I'm going to Hell, huh?" Colt snarls. "Guess you, Dad, and Natalie will be right there with me! I don't need a degree or a wife or a huge, fancy house to be happy. It's all fake, anyway. Nat's an alcoholic, and her kids hate her. You and Dad are miserable. I don't want that life."

"Your sister is not! She's nothing like your father! And I'm - "

"I never said - "

"And she's not a fag - "

"Hey!"

Colt jumps at the booming voice. Ken's joined them, arms crossed over his chest and an angry flush across his cheeks. His muscles bulge from underneath his sleeves. Sometimes Colt forgets just how muscular he is.

"You're not gonna talk to Colt like that. Get the hell out of my house."

Ken never gets angry. He rarely has to defend Colt from anything. But now he's practically fuming. He locks eyes with Colt and crosses the room in two steps, bracing his hands on Colt's shoulders. Ken's hands tremble with barely-concealed fury.

Julie sputters and stares at Ken in shock. "Excuse me? Who do you think you're speaking to like that?"

"Don't even try that with me. I'm not going to let you sit here and degrade your son and call him slurs. Now get out of my house."

"You can't kick me out! This isn't your house! Colt, tell him - "

Colt almost hears the smirk in Ken's voice when he next speaks. "My name is on the deed. This is my house. Get. The fuck. Out."

Julie glares at Ken, and Colt averts her gaze when she turns on him. The tension grows as Julie sits there, desperately thinking of something to say, but Colt's done playing her games.

"Do I have to say it again? Leave."

Julie drains the rest of her glass and grabs her purse off the hook. Colt doesn't turn to look at her, but he feels her steely glare nonetheless. "Don't call me again, Colt. I don't know why I put up with you for so long."

The slam of the door doesn't hurt nearly as much as her words, and Colt resents himself for flinching.

---

Colt retreats to be bedroom before Ken can open his mouth. He sits on top of the bed, staring at nothing. His face is wet, but he makes no effort to wipe the tears away. Even after all these years, it hurts. Her words, her glares, her disapproval. Why does everyone else get a mother that loves them? Why is he being punished? Natalie could never do any wrong, even when she drank and stole and smacked him around. But he talked too much and couldn't stay still, he dropped out of school and dared to break free from the closet he was trapped in.

He isn't her definition of normal, and that's enough for her to hate him. Other people have moms that love them. Colt doesn't have Mom, doesn't have Dad, doesn't have his sister.

"Hey."

The bed dips, and Ken wraps an arm around him. Colt rests his head on Ken's shoulder, closing his eyes when Ken cards his fingers through his hair. "Hey."

Ken presses a feather-light kiss to the top of his head. "I'm sorry, honey. I'm so, so sorry. She doesn't deserve you."

You're wrong, Colt thinks. Mom sees him for who he really is: a scared, worthless child, desperate for love and approval. But he can't say any of that out loud. How pathetic. "Thanks. I'm sorry you had to see that. But...Thank you for doing that for me. You didn't have to. I could've handled her."

"I know. But I wanted to do it. I love you, Colt.

Soon enough, Ken will see him for who he really is, too. Maybe he'll even leave, and Mom will find out and come back to gloat, and he'll be all alone again.

But for now, Colt clutches the front of Ken's shirt. He doesn't know how long it'll last, but...Sometimes it's nice to be taken care of. Maybe he can let himself have this for a little while.

"I love you, too."

[thewritersaddictions]

2023: Eddie Munson- Episode 9 TruthBomb

Pairing: Eddie Munson x OC!Lilly Miller

Pov: Eddie Munson

Warnings: 2023, Past being brought up, lots of tension, crying, leaving someone behind, 1986, Vecna, Chrissy's death, storytime, kisses, making out.

Summary- Eddie thinks his time with Lilly is over, and he needs a way of telling her the truth. Lilly comes to the shop one night.

A/n- firefly-graphics for dividers

WC- 4.3k

Stranger Things Master List // The Adults Master List // 2023 Series Master List

I’ve only ever been sure about a handful of things in my life, and Lilly is one that I’m sure of. In many ways, I’m sure that I love her, I’m sure that life is hell without her, and boring without her in it, and I am sure that I’ve lost Lilly. I’m sure that the feelings I so desperately hang on to with a death like grip aren’t the same for her. Because if they were, if they laid close to my heart she would have texted, called done something to let me know she’s still with me right? 

The first two weeks were fucking hard, and then to add more on top of the lonly weeks having Jason coming into the body shop to step all over my dreams it just brought me further into a pit of despair and utter depression. I wonder if maybe I just left this shitty town, maybe all the feelings would stay here. Stuck to the woods, and leave me alone. But the thought of leaving is a wild train wreck, another set of emotions. Leaving seems scary, and I don’t wanna go, I just want the feeling to go instead.

It feels like I’m a boat. The ocean is my ever changing emotions. Waves are like how they constantly are changing. Everything feels too much and at the same time I feel nothing. I feel like when Lilly told me that I needed to go away my heart was being ripped from my chest. Ripped out and crumbled right in front of me. I think personally that I’ve taken it with stride on the outside at least. Continued to go to work, continued to pretend that everything is okay with Steve and even Dustin. There is a facade I put on. 

There is just one more thing that I’m aboslutey sure of. If I’m ever going to get back to Lilly. Get back into her good graces then I’ll have to explain everything. The truth is all that I can tell her. After that it’s up to Lilly to believe me or not. I can’t force that on her, but I can hope, wish and pray that she does at one point believe me. After almost a whole month of staying at Steves I’ve come to realize just how much I had taken the time I had with Lilly for granted. 

So here started my plan. A plan that had many holes, and things that Lilly probably wouldn’t understand if I didn’t tell her the whole story. Like Dustin had said the truth was all I could say from this point on. I just had to come up with a grand, great plan that would work. Honestly I was scared, more then scared that if I went to Lilly’s trailer and knocked on her door that she’d tell me to get away from her, that she’d tell me that she never wanted to see me again. But I  have to try. 

Talking about my past is more then just one event. I guess it’s a shitty story to tell but it’s starts from when I was a kid. My parents and their constant fighting, the abusive nature I grew up in until my mother decided that I didn’t need to be around that anymore. No need to see my father get carted off jail every couple of months because he was off stealing cars, or selling hardcore drugs. I guess that’s how I ended up at Uncle Waynes door step. Watching my mom drive away and leave me with my uncle. 

It started at work. I started to write everything down. Everything that I could remember that is. My memory is foggy. My younger years filled with sadness and hatered towards everyone who planned to ruin the already broken family I was apart of. I tried not to dwell on those specific parts. Instead writing down the most clear memory of my younger years. THe first few years living with Uncle Wayne. A ten year old boy brought to a different town and made the freak almost automatically. Sure the kids at elementary school were fine, but things were already changing. 

Everything has a beginning. My start is a less dramatic, and a bit more sad. As I recall the memories that seem so close yet so far away already I try to form it in the best way. The most believable way possible. If everything is doom and gloom then how are you supposed to see the light of things. How bright is the light at the end of the tunnel? For me the end of the tunnel has never really been in sight. It’s starts at highschool. Highschool is a shit show, having been pushed back way too times. 

All stories have a start, but not all of them start there. I think my story the one I have to tell Lilly. Starts in middle school, when I was a part of my schools talent show. It wasn’t the talent show that struck my eye as I’m still an introverted kid. It was the blonde haired girl that was cheering on the stage for the talent show. I was more then impressed with her skills, her bright smile and tried my hardest to not fall for the girl who’d I’d only ever seen once before. Yeah It starts there.

Work is slow as ever, and the longer I sit in this crappy chair in this dirty office the more my thoughts start to spiral. The notebook on which I’ve been writing is at one whole page. I feel as if I’m writing a letter to a very important government official. I mean Lilly is more then important even if she isn’t government personal. She’s imporantat to me, I’ve connected myself to someone who might never dare to speak to me again, and yet again I’ll be all alone. I wrap up, and head back to Steve’s another repeated day. 

When I first made it to Steve I thought that it was only going to be for a few days, maybe a weeks tops but now as I stand here on his front porch smoking the last bit of my ciggerate I realize that this was never going to be just for a few days. This isn’t forever either, it’s just until I grow a pair and talk with Lilly about the truth. The reality of the situation is so far worse then what she might be thinking, what Jason might have told her. This reality is the scary part. 

Writing this letter is harder then it seems. The fact that I have to tell Lilly about my past, but about a past that I wasn’t really a part of. For the most part it’s trying to make what happened and how it all happened make sense. In a chronigially way, and also just so it sounds right. But I figure that nothing will sound right until the words are out of my head and into the air between Lilly and I. I start writing once I’m in my room and away from the loud screams at the tv downstairs. 

The next part of my mine starts when  Iarrived at high school sure the first few years are hard for everyone, but something about this town made it only harder for me. The boy with a shaved head and interests in rock music along with fantasy games. A game that reflects nothing about my own personality. Regardless I got interested in started a club so I did. TGhe dungeon and dragons club one that I knew only a few others were interested in. So my freshman and sophomore year was spent working hard to be silent and unregarded by others. 

I had only madea few friends by my second time going through my senior year. Like I had said before teachers were dicks and I stuck my head into sand and my D&D club. Where I met friends people who were just as introverted as I was and they liked me for who I was. I saw Chirssy around the halls the same girl that I had a crush on since middle school. That was dark tunnel, she was taken by the school classic douche bag. Jason Carver. Who when he did see me made my fucking life hell. 

But Chrissy she’d give me small half smile. I stuck my head even further into my D&D club after that. Might has well be what the jocks and partiers all call me anyways. If I was the freak to them then I might as well give it to them. It was to late for people who care, for people to not be so rudimentary. Regardless of that though I found friends and a growing crush all over again my second senior year. That’s when things began to change. I needed fast cash, not for me but for Uncle Wayne. 

I was only trying to help out. But even that got shoved into my face by every jock and partyier. I had met Rick at the music store in town. He was an older guy, scruffy like with a bread that was untamly and he kept looking at me. Kept eyeing me in the store until I left and he cornered me in the alleyway. “Hey kid, do you wanna try something pretty good?” If I had been smart, smart like Wayne had taught me to be I would have said no, but I was curious. 

Curiosity kills the cat. 

It turned out to be the best worst decision I had ever made. Rick was a drug dealer. He sold everything from weed, uppers, and downers. The hardcore shit that he had I never touched something about my past made it nearly impossible for me to wanna go near that stuff. Fearing the worst Uncle Wayne wasn’t happy when he caught me selling weed to my high school friends. Then it got even worse when sheriff  Hopper caught me on multiple occasions, but I will say the jocks loved me whenever I would come around to one of their parties. 

It wasn’t hard after that to make fast cash on the daily. I tried mostly at school to keep my head down and stay out of the way of jocks and other assholes. Mostly I tried to keep out of the way of Steve Harrington. Yeah the Steve that i’ve been living with for almost a full month, and of course Chirssy’s boyfriend Jason Carver. I worked hard for my campaigns for D&D, and sold weed on the side to help out. Everyhting was going fine, and then I met two untamed freshman. Ones that needed help, and guidance. 

That’s when I became a mentor of sorts to Dustin, Mike, and Lucas. People that you’ve also met. I noticed how scared they looked being in this whole big new building, so I did what any person would I helped them. Dustin was my favorite from the start. You notice a grand ole’ change in people when they shift from middle to high school. Lucas was sure interested in out D&D club, but it was sports that he grew into mostly. So that left Dustin and Mike with me. A gaggle of freak kids who belonged nowhere at all. 

Maybe you care, maybe you don’t but I think this is where things went south. For me at least, I tried to put together a D&D campaign. Then our members started to flunk out and all the hard work and effort I had put into it was gonna go down the drain. But at least that was only the start of lunch that day. Then that old crush. That blondie that loved cheer with all her heart came up to me. A whole new person stood in front of me. Shy, and paranoid about everything. She asked for drugs. 

I had become the talk of the town over the years. Mixing drugs and our D&D togeher made me the local cult leader. So you might be able to start to see where things went south for me. If not allow to clear the playing field. Jason Carver girlfriend had asked me for drugs, the guy that was in constant search of me in the hallways his girlfriend was coming to me for something. So here starts the jealousy, and not to mention that I still had a strong crush on her. Even since middle school. 

I allowed it. 

I let myself fall in love with Chrissy Cunningham all over again even if it were for just a few minutes all together. Her blonde hair covering parts of her face in order to hide herself from me. Across the picnic bench she was somehow different. She was still shy, and still paranoid and asked for something stronger, something better and longer lasting then the weed I had on me. So I allowed that too. I allowed the flirting that happened between the two of us because it felt right and I really… really didn’t wanna leave her just yet. 

— 

I’m going stir crazy in this forsaken trailer. It’s so fucking quiet, and cold. Somehow with Eddie not here it’s darker, and sad everywhere I look. All of his things are gone, but that doesn’t mean that Eddie is actually gone. It’s been to long and I thought that things, the things that Mr. Carver had told me would blow over in my mind. I don’t wanna  think about them any longer, so why in gods name would I let him back into my home. I let things come between Eddie and I and don’t know how to fix them. 

I let someone else a complete and radom stranger come into my life and tell me thighs for which he has no concrete proof. I’m not sure what happened and I’m not sure if i’ll ever know, but not seeing eddie not hearing his voice or his laugh has made things darker in my life then usual. Darker then I’m okay with admitting. Theres gotta be a way to fit it all. That is saying if Eddie even wants to fix, if he can even bare to look at me after all the hurt and pain I’ve caused him already. 

Theres a few things that I wonder if I can fix. I feel like I fucked up majorly. Sure Eddie’s personal things are there but his cologne sticks to all the surfaces in the living room, his books that are scattered across the book shelve and the coffee table. Papers that had been printed for both work, and for his school. Shit I had said that I was going to help him with his classes. I wonder how much I’ve fucked up everything in an effort to try and not get hurt. I mean sure Jason might have been lying. 

I’ll never know if I don’t do something about it. So I do the only logical thing I can think of. Even if it is an idea I’m coming up with at four in the morning when the rest of the town hasn’t even woken up. The missing smells off coffee, and bacon don’t fill the house up anymore and the ache in my chest only grows stronger. I’m in need of something, I need to hear Eddie’s voice his soft and sweet nickname for me. I wanna see him again even if he kicks me out the second later. 

When the sun rises and I can no longer wait out for the time on the clock I grab my clothes dressing quicker then I need to, pulling my hair into a messy bun before grabbing shoes, and my car keys. I don’t even bothering locking my front door. The clock in my car reads that it’s no later eight in the morning. My hands shake with fear and anticipation. I look over at the passenger seat and stuck in the door jam is one of Eddie’s favorite books. Lord of rings a tattered book that came from the boxes. 

I push the tears down and into my stomach I just need to get a up of coffee from teh driver thru and wait until it’s not so early in the god forsaken morning to ambush Eddie at work. I can only hope that he is at work. Hell maybe he isn’t here anymore. I can only think of the worse as I sit in the waitting lane for my shitty coffee. I’ll need everything that I can get before I go either see that sad face or no face at all at the auto body shop. It’ll be okay. 

I wait even longer parking just across from the auto body shop. My heart breaks when a tired and shivering Eddie bikes in. Bikes in on a kids bike. I shake my head and my head lands in my hands over the steering wheels. “What have I done?” I mutter to myself as I try to figure out how this all manage to get out of control. There’s a knock on my passenger side window. “Ma’am are you… Lilly?” It’s Robin Eddie’s friend. My bottom lip quivers, and all I can is shake my head. 

Maybe you should explain it. 

—

The morning always suck so much. I unload my shit, and get to work there’s about two more cars that need to be completed by the end of the day. I tie my hair back into a high ponytail and make sure it’s out of the way. By lunch time I’ve gotten one care completed and it’s been brought down to the ground, keys are locked up and all the paper work is done. I grab my backpack and drag out a scrambled lunch out. A can of coke from the vending machine that hopefully still carbonated, and a sandwich. 

I sit at the front desk. Nobody will be coming in considering today is Saturday. People are off doing things with their families, or their significant others. Instead of doing something fun with the person who I love I’m here instead working and trying to come up with reasons for why Lilly should believe me over a random old bully. I eat my lunch and grab my notebook to finish that last of my thoughts from the other night. As I said before Chrissy asked for something stronger, so I invited her to my trailer after the schools basketball game. 

That day we also had a D&D campaign going on for which Lucas was replaced by his younger, smartass sister Erica. But all was well the campaign went great and all the players enjoyed almost… not making it to the next level. Erica kicked ass, and I almost said thank you to Dustin and Mike for getting a replacement the day of the campaign. Then I remembered I had to get Chrissy before anyone noticed that she was getting into my van. I didn’t need any shit for just serving the community. The kids left, and the game ended. 

I was ablet o get Chirssy without much of a problem. The guys who had apparently won the basketball game were off to party. First time Hawkins had won a proper basketball in ages. Chrissy was a little to quiet in the van, and my rock music stayed at a low volume in cause she wanted to chat before she got her stuff. Quiet is a nice way of putting the bad vibes that chirssy was giving off. She was completely paranoid. Looking around when we first made it to my trailer. She was right on my heels, so close. 

I tried to make sure that she was comfortable in the trailer. It probably wasn’t something that she was used to. Used to living near Lake Norha as the fancy things that they lived with. I told her to wait, that I needed to grab my supplies. I was gone for no longer then five minutes and I would be right back. She just stood in the middle of the living room waiting for me to return. When I did finally find my lunch box I didn’t return to a normal Chirssy standing in front of me. She was gone. 

Mentally I don’t think Chirssy had been with me or really anywhere when she asked me earlier that day for weed, or for something stronger. I should have figured it out. I should’ve known earlier. But I didn’t, I didn’t get the chance to save her until it was to late. When returned it looked like Chirssy was sleeping standing up her eyes twitching under her eyelids. Unable to wake her I didn’t dare call the cops people would think all the wrong things just like they had. Her bode was standing still in front of me. Unable to move. 

Then the scariest part of that night occurred. From in front of me Chirssy began to float into the air hitting my ceiling. The same spot that I had came from Dustin would later call them gates to another scary world. She floated and stayed there like out of sci-fi movie. She began to twist and turn in such a way no human could survive it. There was no way I could hurt a fly, so how could i get her to twist and break her bones on the fucking ceiling was beyond me. So I ran, and was chased. 

Running, Hidden, Chased, and called a cult leader because that’s what D&D was a cult. It didn’t really matter though that’s what the town thought they had a high school freak turned cult leader, turned murderer, turned serial killer. For whatever reason I was helped. Helped by an ex jock, a band member, and a shit ton of freshman. They told me, and let me become apart of a group who’d seen too much shit. Had been hurt and used. Then more deaths happened. I was the main focal point of every Hawkins town person. My name smeared everywhere. 

“I didn’t dare kill Chrissy Cunningham. For some reason I have to make more people believe that only truth. I could never… never hurt a single soul.” I muttered to myself. Apparently not hearing the ringing of the door or the fact that I was being watched. “I know Eddie…” I shook my head, “You’re not really here… just my mind playing tricks on me and tring to make me think that Lilly would ever actually want to listen to my story. Listen to the truth.” I muttered as I dropped the pen and looked up Lilly was really here. 

 I stare at her and tears brim at my eyes. I swallow them down. She’s really standing there. She’s just a few feet away from the front desk. “I’m sorry Eddie… I’m really a fucking idoit aren’t I.” Lilly’s voice is so low and dipped in sadness. Lilly get closer and closer to me, I don’t move. Thinking that this must be a cruel joke by my own mind. “You don’t have to explain anything to me Eds… Robin explained somethings to me. God, Eds I should’a just listen to you, should’a just asked questions, but I was so scared.” 

She looks down at her shoes, I stand up and make my way towards her. “Why are you here?” I ask my voice barley make a dent into the air around me. Her bottom lips quivers, and when she does finally look up at me. She looks like shit… her bright rosey look that she used to have is gone. Her beautiful smile is dulled by tears at her lashes. “I just couldn’t stay in the trailer anymore without you… maybe that’s too bold to say after I just left you hanging. I just… I just fucking miss you Eddie.” 

I wanna smile, be mad at her, I wanna kiss her. Theres so much I wanna do that i can’t fit it all into just a few seconds. “I just wanted to see you again… even if you didn’t wanna hear from me ever again.” Lilly mumbles looking down at her shoes. The tips of out shoes hit. The weather is cold outside so close to December already. “I just wanted to see you again… even if you didn’t wanna hear from me ever again.” I echo her. She nods and looks up at me. “Do you think we could make up for it Eds?” I nod, and yet at the same time I wonder what Lilly’s got in her deck of cards. 

“I think I might just kiss you now.” Lilly mutters before she closes the space between us and reaches up to grab the back of my neck dragging me down to meet her lips. Then for the first time, we kiss. Not a drunken kiss or a chaste one done out of forgetfulness and happiness. But simply one because we wanted to kiss each other. If it’s possible I melted into her arms, melted into the kiss and even if I’m taller then her, much taller then her. Her lips are like heaven. Soft and sweet. A quiet “I’m sorry” Is muttered against my lips, and I have to pull back. 

My hands landing on each side of her face, holding her close. “It’s alright Lilly, I know that this is hard, but let’s just not fight anymore.” She smiles a kind smile, and nods her head laughing a little. “Robin explained?” I ask only now just getting what LIlly had said beforehand. “And she asked if we wanted to come over for dinner another time. Like she knewn that everything was going to work out.” Lilly said. As if she didn’t believe that Robin was serious. I laughed, “Yeah Robin is the all knowing.” 

Completed on: 06/15/23

Posted on: 06/17/2023

The Adults- @yourfavdummy@mothermirkwood

[troutpopulation]

can I tell u bday drama OK thanks (pt 1)

Hi reddit so I've had the same 3 friends for 17 years Megan (bestie) Sophia (the issue) and Dani (lives out of State)

Sophias got 2 bad habit 1 of which is canceling plans the night before or day of. 2 she gets off on the attention she gets from overworking herself into burnout and we've been urging her now for 4 years she needs to cut the shit out and worry more about her health than DnD.

So on homestuck day I got kidnapped, drugged with coke and SA'd in thr back of a car and the next day we were supposed to go to her family's boat, which she canceled and instead invited us to her mom's house. After finding out while I was in the hospital what happened to me she canceled entirely and I found our later it wasn't from a "headache" it was so she didn't miss DnD.

2 months go by and she never makes an effort to see me, and let's the gc know she's been going to parties and involved in her friends ex drama. The day were all supposed to fly up to Seattle for Dani's graduation is approaching and Sophia says hey I'm in town come hang! I say no, and fake being busy. Next day she says hey I brought the friend I've been wanting u to meet for 3 years! And I realise if I don't go, my first time seeing her will be in Seattle and I don't trust her not to make a scene when she realizes I don't fucking like her anymore.

So I go, I'm not rude but when they both tell me she drives through my town, stops at her mom's place which is 3 mins from my house, and drives another 45 mins to his house on a biweekly basis I'm like. Sophia I'm incredibly disappointed that we haven't hung out and you always say it's too far to come see me. Otherwise, hangout goes without a hitch and the guys really fun.

The next day, Megan calls me after class and says that Sophia told her she's been isolating for months and that's why she hasn't seen me or anybody and her parents are fighting and she dropped out of classes and she's been stressed so we should talk about this BEFORE Seattle. I told her that's funny because before I said anything about her not seeing me for a while she was talking about the parties she had been to just like 2 weeks ago. And how she's been driving to see this boy. But yes I will talk to her. Megan's like Interesting...

I call Sophia and she immediately starts profusely apologizing and giving the same explanation she gave Megan, I point out the inconsistencies and she starts freaking out and making more excuses like she dropped out of 3 extracurriculars and only has a few left which like. I didn't say but why do you have more than 4 extracurriculars. She then starts talking about all of her problems and then doubles back and says she didn't say anything to me and ghosted bc she didn't want her problems taking the forefront and I was like when has that ever been a thing. As a group, shit TENDS to happen to us all at once. I was getting stalked, her dog died, and Megan's car got totaled while she was dealing with taking her cousin to court for CSA/incest AT THE SAME TIME. And we all, as we've done for 17 years, got through it together and coped together. That has NEVER been an excuse. I tell her I wish she would have just said she had a lot going on than just ghosting (but lets be real the reason she never said anything is bc she forgot, this isn't the first time).

She starts crying and wailing about I love you! I can't imagine life without you (she's done a fine job at it thus far) you're supposed to be my maid of honor the aunt to my kids I need you in my life my entire life is planned with you in it!!

At this point I feel like throwing up so I just tell her hey. Anything you wanna say you'll get a chance to, but I'm getting overwhelmed right now and I need to leave. I'm not going anywhere, please don't stress out tonight. We will be civil in Seattle. OK? Are we OK? Love you. Bye.

Megan told me a few days later over icecream Sophia called her back and Megan just tore into her that all of this is the consequences of her own actions, Ive dropped everything for her for lesser problems and Sophia managed to show up for Megan when her mom died and when other things happened but the one time I needed her she failed. This was her own fault.

Seattle rolls around and we act totally like normal, everyone knows about everything but we are focusing on Danis graduation.

[liopleurodean]

Season 12, Episode 5: The One You've Been Waiting For

If I'm right, then this IS the one I've been waiting for. I'm excited!

Rude.

Not a fan of the symbol, but nice

Oh boy

Wow.

No, I imagine he wouldn't

What the heck?

Whoa!

It's giving Raiders

Spooky

Dean, the last time you weren't hungry, you were a demon. And he remembered the pie!

Whoa. That's concerning

You absolute liar

There we go

Not even remotely

No one is as rich as Scrooge, but good comparison

Heh. Remember season 2 'antiquing'?

Dude.

Wow

Maybe something like that

The boat scene!

Dean, no!

No hand involved there

He's not a six year old

Dean...

That mouse was really slow

Dean.

What's that?

IT'S A SECRET BOOKCASE DOOR

With a swastika on it

Sam, seriously

Catering to Nazis

It's freaky

Wonderful.

I keep forgetting about them

Me too

I don't think there's usually that much talking

She's definitely nervous

Girl. Stop overthinking it

She knows something

Freaky

Uh oh

That was a conveniently placed fire escape

Fantastic

Oh yeah, Aaron! I didn't think we'd ever see him again

Awesome

Great question! Apparently, a pocketwatch

Oh no

Yeah, I think he saw it

Dude, it's like a reverse Blues Brothers! Dean finally gets to use Baby to chase a cop car!

Poor girl

Apparently not

Yikes

He's outnumbered

Pretty much

That's fair

Okay.

Haha, sucker

Okay, and?

Awesome

...wayward son? Oh man, I need to stop laughing. That wasn't funny

And so will they

Because Nazis are idiots

There's Hitler

Of course the Nazi kid would know about Harry Potter

Dean.

I guess so

I'm sorry, what do you think Hitler will do against the modern world? How is this supposed to play out? That plan sucks

Oh, I don't like that. I don't like that at all

Unfortunately not

Fantastic

They're looking for his relatives

It's possible, I guess

Yikes

Oh boy

Dude.

Pretty good sign

Poor girl

...if it makes you feel better, it's not your fault?

Oh no

...that was weird

Well, something kinda similar happened...

Yup

Not really, but it's an option

Inspiring!

No kidding

Oh, great

Poor girl

Yikes

Dang it, Ellie!

That was the absolute worst time to run

Awesome

Oh boy

That's just horrifying

Dang it, if they fly there's no way of telling where they went

That doesn't sound good

The first good thing he's done

Well, hi!

Great question

It'll have to be

Heh, I'll bet

Awesome

Interesting

I guess so

Not yet, Dean. Her time will come

It's okay, Dean

Heck yeah!

...he never wanted to just resurrect Hitler. He wanted to become him. That's horrifying

She won't last long

Whoa, that was smooth. They use weapons so much that I forget they can just. Snap a neck if they want to

Freaky

Ew, I do Not like that

That was not cool

There it is

This is just weird

He seems a little hysterical

Poor girl

And there it is

Time to waste some Nazis

Oh boy

I guess so

He was right to

This is why I love Dean

I love the phone case

Hitler on Twitter would be horrifying. Then again, what we've got already sucks

Yikes

There's no way she can shoot straight

I stand corrected

Shooting Nazis left and right

Do it, Dean!

Awesome

I love him. I love him so much. He's my little James Bond Barbie. "Heil this" I--

She definitely needs medical attention

HE KILLED HITLER

AWESOME

Never gonna hear the end of that

If only the world would believe him. He's right, though

That's all that matters

Nah

As fast as you can

Not too bad

Probably.

Yeah, I think Hitler is worse

Well, you've definitely got to try it

Abso-freaking-lutely

I'm sure that got old really fast. I, however, love it

Not even remotely

[mildkleptomaniac]

oh baby part two — jj maybank x reader

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭:  “ reader finding out she’s pregnant (with jj) during season 1 events and he freaks out like in a bad way, kinda angsty with whatever ending you want! thanks in advance, love your work :) ”

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬: part one | part two | part three

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.9k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: teen pregnancy, angst, mentions underage drinking, mentions weed, vulgar language, jj and his gun

𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: hi y’all! this is part two of the series. this is based off the first episode of outer banks, well at least 3/4ths of it. i hope this is good enough for another part three. let me know! 

Hurricane Agatha hit Outer Banks later that night and continued through the morning until the sun rose. All the towers were down and there was no cell reception. Y/N woke up alongside her boyfriend on the couch where they slept. JJ invited her to stay over at John B’s house for the duration of the hurricane. He was worried that if the storm hit too bad, she wouldn’t be able to reach him and driving on the streets would be dangerous. The thought was only backed up by the idea she was carrying a baby inside of her. 

The night of the argument, they met up the next day to talk things through, or so they hoped. It was filled with emotions, Y/N was crying once more but this time JJ comforted her. He never apologized for what he said, but Y/N thought about those things as well. She didn’t expect one back for the things he said, just how he said it. 

Not much progress was made during their discussion, other than the comforting words he managed to forget last night. This wasn’t unusual, JJ had a quick temper. Must’ve gotten it from his father. A thought Y/N would never want to admit but would think when he would do reckless actions. 

As of what Y/N and JJ would do with the baby was up in the air. Sex-Ed didn’t cover this and quite honestly, it didn’t do a great job given the position the couple were in. JJ made a promise to not tell anyone, well, he actually stated: “I promise I won’t tell anyone, unless I tell someone. Words just slip, y’know? Somehow, we might be talking about food and then baby back ribs and then oh shit, that’s right, my girlfriend is having a baby. My baby. Like a real baby.” 

But at least the tension between Y/N and JJ wasn't as bad as it was that night. But it took a few days for Y/N to mend her broken heart from the words that left his mouth. 

John B walked out of his room and looked at the two of them on the couch. “Yo, have you guys been outside?” He asked, approaching the front door. 

“Nope,” She said, kicking the blanket off of her. 

“No, I have polio, bro. Can’t walk.” JJ muttered, still half asleep. Y/N rolled her eyes and got off the pull out and followed the other boy outside. Thunder was going off in the distance, a reminder that Agatha struck here. Except, no one needed a reminder. Trees were uprooted from the backyard and both John B and Y/N winced at the sight. 

It was silent for several moments, before John B faced Y/N. “Is everything good with you and JJ? Can’t have Pogues on bad terms.” She wore in that moment he was going to mention the rule: No Pogue on Pogue macking. Obviously, JJ and Y/N had no issue with breaking the rules within the friend group. 

“Yea, all is good.” She hummed, picking up branches off of the boat and random objects in the yard. She shut her eyes at the stinging sensation in her lower back. As naive as Y/N wanted to be, she knew that feeling didn’t come from sleeping on an old mattress last night. 

“Just making sure, Y/N.” He said, walking over to the boat. 

JJ made a sudden appearance on the porch, drinking a beverage and observing the area before burping. The three of them continued to clean out the debris from the HMS Pogue, JJ always stealing a glance at his girlfriend to make sure she wasn't lifting too much or doing anything to strain herself. 

John B and JJ talked about the DCS before making the decision to go fishing. The DCS can apparently wait. Everyone got dressed for the fishing day, she sat in front of the boat. The three would make comments about which boats were good for racing, which boats they would want to steal, the ones with the most money, and the ones they would want one day. Shortly, the rest of the Pogues were on the boat, Pope and Kie finally were on board. 

Kie and JJ cracked open cold beers, which Y/N politely declined. JJ and Kiara cheered, and the boat began to pick up speed.

Y/N watched as Kiara took off her top, almost a jealous or perhaps insecure feeling rising in her stomach. She wanted to be able to do that, but she was fearful that she was already showing. It could be all in her head, but she could never be sure. Pope sped up the boat, JJ standing upwards flinging beer into his mouth. 

A sudden halt of the boat threw JJ off board and John B stumbled to the ground. Y/N found herself sliding off the seat and onto the floor as well. Everyone groaned, but Y/N’s back pain felt worse. She took a deep breath in, keeping her eyes shut. 

“You okay, Y/N?” Kie asked. 

“I’ll be fine. Are you okay?” She assured her friend, however, Kie didn’t quite believe her in this situation. 

“I’m good, just a bunch of beer in my hair.” 

JJ swam back to the boat and his eyes directly landed on Y/N. He tried to conceal his face as best as possible, but he made his way over to her. Water dripping off of him, he helped her back up to be seated. He didn’t ask her verbally if she was okay, but he looked at her and she knew what he was asking. She just nodded her head. 

“Oh shit, dude--There is a boat down there, guys.” Pope announced, looking overboard. All their eyes lit up and took a lot at the sight. 

There indeed was a boat. The Pogues underdressed themselves, but Y/N left her shirt on. They all dived into the water, but JJ stayed close to Y/N. 

He was feeling apprehensive about her doing this--his world collided with Y/N’s full of anxiety. He didn’t want to be putting her or the baby in danger. They all explored the boat before coming up with the plan on what to do.

Y/N wasn’t feeling well so they dropped her off back at the Chateau before they continued their shenanigans. JJ felt like he was obligated to remain by her side, but she pushed him to go with the Pogues to the motel to see what was going on. She felt sick from the rocking of the boat and overall, it wasn’t a good time for her. 

Once the gang came back, they explained everything to Y/N. When JJ pulled out his gun, she looked at him like he was an idiot. Kiara and Pope agreed with Y/N, but John B just shrugged his shoulders. Then they reminded Y/N that they were going to throw a kegger at the Boneyard, one of the last places she would want to be. 

Y/N couldn’t get drunk or smoke, but all her other friends would be having a good time. Somehow, Y/N found herself at the party. She enjoyed the music and danced around with JJ. He was having one solo cup after another, which made her quite nervous. Usually she wouldn’t be sober to care about this, but there she was--her emotions heighten and the anxiety creeping onto her shoulders. 

Kiara and she sat beside the bonfire for some part of the night, Kiara giving her all the details of how much of an idiot her boyfriend is. She already knew that. Kie then continued to talk about the Hurricane and what it did to the ecosystem. Y/N felt like she heard this all before, but she didn’t have the heart to tell Kie and to ask to talk about another subject. Maybe it was the expression of Y/N’s face, but Kie stopped talking for a brief moment. 

“What’s going on with you? John B said JJ was mad the other night and you guys never argue to the point where JJ doesn’t leave the Chateau beside your side.” She finally spoke up. Y/N looked at Kiara for several moments. She wasn’t quite sure what to say and so she shrugged her shoulders. 

“JJ and I did get into an argument, but we solved it. Kind of. We’ll be fine.” She tried to dismiss, her eyes focusing back on the fire. 

“Did he cheat on you?” She asked. 

“What? No! God no. I hope he didn’t, or else things would be different.” She stated, wrapping her arms around her chest. 

“Then what is it?”

“Things are just...different Kie. I don’t know how to explain it. This summer just...this summer doesn’t feel like it’s going to be the same.” She trailed off, attempting to be vague but also provide a satisfying answer. 

“If something is up, you would tell me, right? Remember. You and I don't keep secrets or stuff hidden from each other. We promised.” She stated. Y/N knew she was referring to Sarah and what happened with their prior friendship. 

“I... I know. I just don’t want to talk about it right now, alright Kie?” Kie noticed how drained she looked from the conversation and nodded her head. Kie knew something was up, but now she was drawing blanks onto what Y/N could be so hung up about. 

It wasn’t until a loud commotion that caught Kie and Y/N’s attention. They both stood up and noticed that Topper and John B were shoving each other around. The crowd started chanting as they fought on the shore. Kie and Y/N stood on the side, watching before trying to get John B’s attention to stop. It didn’t help that the boy was egging him on. 

Y/N shared a concerned look with the group of friends as they watched Topper drown John B. Her eyes widened with what JJ was carrying, but Pope and Kie held her back to not get in the way. JJ placed the gun, clicking the safety off, to Topper’s head. 

“JJ! Stop!” The girls cried out at the sight. Y/N didn’t want her boyfriend getting charged with a crime. This was the last thing anyone wanted. Y/N didn’t get along with Topper, but she sure didn’t want him dead. 

JJ removed the gun from his head, before striding up the shore and shooting the gun off into the air several times. People on the beach scattered, screams leaving everyone's lips as they evacuated the scene. 

“Are you fucking crazy JJ!” Y/N reprimanded him. Kie and Pope tagging in their comments as well.

“It’s not worth it!”

“I was saving his life, okay!” JJ defended the rest of the group as John B sat in the ocean tide. 

Y/N stood there with her arms wrapped around her chest. Tears brimmed in her eyes at the sight of what just happened. She had an adrenaline rush, but she wasn’t quite sure what to do with the emotions. JJ witnessed the look on her face and rushed beside her before putting the gun on the side of his hip. 

“I’m sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. But they were going to kill him--I had to do something.” He defended himself, wrapping his arm around her and pulling her in for a tight hug. Kie and Pope ran to get John B out of the water after he collapsed. 

“I’m not sure if I can do this pregnant, JJ. I don’t think this is good for any of us.” She whispered.

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[pivsketch]

bunch of basil stuff from earlier this year and then some. like taggart's compilation of sketches, the earliest/roughest stuff is in the upper left hand corner and it kinda develops from there.

also a page of him back when he was afterburner. almost a totally different guy

Basil facts™ -------------

this got so long. im sorry. he is the main character and my special quiet weird moody boy so of course i have to throw him under the bus to talk about all his psychological problems. im grabbing and shaking you, reader. its important to know that basil sucked and now he still sucks but slightly less and in a different way

"Reformed hyper-competitive asshole" who now exclusively hangs out with the least competitive man of all time (Taggart)

He was a parkour guy in middle/high school and was extremely dedicated about it. Downright passionate. He started a group with his friends and it somehow became kind of a big deal? His parents found out he was not doing respectable sports activity and they moved after his sophomore year, which he will never forgive them for doing. He later got extremely mad about how his friends were running the group without him (lol. get it. because they… sorry) and he had this incredibly messy falling out with them. He has not done or talked about parkour since because he is just that bitter about it.

Both of Basil's parents have very serious careers in business and/or management and the personality types to go with it. Being raised by neglectful control freaks with high standards did not do Basil very well. Also, uh, see above. Unsurprisingly, he thoroughly estranged himself after he became an independent adult. Also unsurprisingly, Basil grew up to be quite an asshole!

It was one of Basil's friends who actually wanted to get into wrestling, Basil just tagged along with him to wrestleschool for moral support (and because he had nothing better to do). He ended up getting really into it. Really really into it. His friend accused him of coming along just to show him up (which… was not entirely untrue) and they got into a big argument about it. His friend quit, Basil stuck with it, and eventually got accelerated into the intermediate class (which Taggart and Chip were in).

He used to have a seasonal crab fishing job, which he quit when he got into wrestling, and then he quit wrestling, so he went back to his seasonal crab fishing job, then quit it again to mill about at home. Nowadays he occasionally helps Taggart do work at their wrestleschool (since they spend so much time using the facilities there anyway). Is it technically wrestling? Yes, but not to Basil, because he's "just helping his friend out." Whatever helps him sleep at night, I guess!!

He still really likes wrestling, but he refuses to do it anymore. He fully psyched himself out of it because he realized that, despite everything hes done in his adult life (estranging himself from his folks, roughing it out on his own, working miserably on a fishing boat for years) he still grew up to sound exactly like his parents, who he hates. You know, just a bit of a majorly crippling life-identity crisis. He'd get over it faster if he just talked with anyone about it or went to therapy (but he wont) (because then what about the story??? the plot??? the narrative??????). Instead, he's just locked himself down into some sort of holding pattern as he tries to casually and nonchalantly absorb how to be a different (better?) person from Taggart, who is the kindest and nicest person he's ever known in his life. Is that love or what? Well, probably not to Basil, because his parents never really taught him that. lol. lmao. he has so many hangups

Basil's known Taggart for like ~5 years now which is probably the longest time he's ever been friends with someone without having a disastrous falling out. Good job Basil! Keep up... the good work... heh :)

He's fine with either bay-zel (like the herb) or bazzle (like the name). For a time he used to arbitrarily pick one or the other just as an excuse to give people shit for getting his name "wrong."

[shuckinbeanz]

Gangster!BNHA au p.3

warnings/notes: nsfw, minors dni or imma 👏 virtual 👏 smacc 👏 u 👏, fucking (literally) gangsters, mentions of kleptomania, mirror kink, mentions of a little feederism, making and use of drugs, sex while high, semi-public sex, cockwarming, slight mention of brat taming, spanking, Service and Daddy Doms, overstimulation, cervix kissing/fucking, size kink, a lil bit of praise kink, as well as dumbification mentions, sugar daddy, & begging if you squint, plus maybe something tiny about an unhealthy relationship? 🤔 but its not toxic. depends how you look at it, whatever floats your boat, ig. i absolutely ruin our poor sweet tama-tan but trust me you'll love the gangster him. 🥴 some are longer than others(not sorry) and I used a translation service for Sero's Spanish, so i know it's potentially gibberish in the actual language, so I'll mark what I actually want him to say. If it needs correcting don't be afraid to hmu 👀 pls

Underage characters are Aged Up!

MINORS 👏 DNI! 👏 AGE 👏 IN 👏 BIO 👏 OR 👏 DNI! 👏 Head on over to @candybowbeansies please for my SFW pieces, or be blocked if you interact here! 😇

First | Second | Third

we know(or at least some of us know) ab @miggiisdumb and her LOVELY gangster!bakugo 🥵 which inspired these! Featuring present mic(who gave me trouble), inasa, sero, fatgum, and suneater(who gave me even more trouble).

shameless tag: @pixiikitty cuz i kno we bof wike tama-tan... 🥺👉👈

gangster!hizashi is another calculating man who puts on a himbo facade. very, very charismatic, so he's often Might Gang's negotiator. his boundless energy is contagious, and your wrong if you think he hasn't been around. like, around, around. man is a favorite where he works, teaching pole dancing-and he's literally their posterchild. he's the one that rakes in clients. yes, you heard me right. he teaches pole-dancing. and he does choreography.

he's literally eros and apollo by studio killers. srsly. listen to the song.

he follows the work hard-play hard style of life. man is a hardcore party animal.

as such, man is a FREAK in the sheets. he's so fucking kinky mf might as well be a fucking porn star. and he is Very open about it. sex is a natural thing to do, and he's legit a natural at it

he's a hardcore top, SOMETIMES he MIGHT let you 'top' him, but remember; he's the one in charge. big sadist this mf is, and an even bigger tease.

with him, it'd be any position viable in front of a mirror. loves to make you watch as his jacob's ladder pops wetly in your cunny 🥴

gangster!inasa is yet another himbo who's all brawn, can never sit still, and has zero brain cells. like gangster!kirishima mans ass is thicc. just grab it, okay? mans will reward punish you later (you can tell from that one look he gives you. ya'know, that one look that makes your panties drop? yes that one 🥵)

as a brawler mans will fite for your honor. there's literally no stopping him. (he's got chronic spontaneity, but we'll do more on that in a bit.) and oh boy, does he pack a mean punch. the kind of punch that will turn someone's face into a bowl if he's pissed off enough. Only those brave enough to degrade you when he's around(trust me, man is an intimidating wall of muscle at a whopping 6'3, and his natural sharp eyes sigh 😩), or those who see you temporarily left alone and decide to degrade/harass you while he's off doing something for a minute or two, get a knuckle sandwhich. "The fuck you think you are, comin' up on my lambchop like I ain't around?!" keheheh look they're flying~

he's spontaneous with the majority of his actions, and he almost always goes along with whatever you want 99% of the time.

and if you're super kinky, man is all for it. wanna use panty vibes? Inasa is a ruthless tease. man will edge you allll fucking day. public restroom sex? boi will take you to one of those unisex restrooms for a ride 🥴

he is a Service Dom, a Daddy Dom, and he's a brat tamer. if you wanna be a brat, he will tame provide to you what you're begging for by being one. you know what you're getting into when you decide to be a brat, you heathens. expect soft discipline(spanking, soft biting, hair tugging/pulling) as he has your bratty cunt warm his exquisite cock balls deep, scolding you for being a brat, til you're literally sobbing for him to rail you already 😩 its phat and veiny and has an angry red weeping mushroom head 😩 its gotta be his enthusiasm its gotta be 😩

"Now, now, little lamb...you knew what you were getting into." Spank. "Riling Daddy up like that." Spank. "You never learn, do you, sweetheart? Now you gotta learn your place, again...no moving."

gangster!sero is very easygoing, approachable, and just overall just take a joint and chillax type of guy. but don't let this fool you. he's another calculating type, but not much can set him off. he knows his limits, and he likely knows yours too. he is extremely observant, and like gangster!deku he expertly plays out his schemes.

he is very sneaky, light-footed(that is to be expected in his line of work), and he has almost zero presence. so expect a lot of scare pranks from him to get a rise out of you 😂 (don't worry you can get back at him later)

to put it bluntly, he's a thief. he can, will, and won't hesitate to klepto whatever catches his eye(especially if it reminds him of you).

BUT JUST BECAUSE HE'S A THIEF dont mean he can't kill someone. srsly. there's a couple dozen skeletons he's made dotted about. literally. but i'll leave that to your imagination. onto the bedroom!

TIE HIM UP, OR LET HIM TIE YOU UP

he's into BDSM. he's a complete brat in the sack. bratty sub, bratty dom. he is a power bottom, and a bit of a masochist for you.

"Oh dios, que me jodan...you're so pretty for me like this, lovebug."

(says "Oh God, fuck me...")

he's ab average in size, he has a nice bulge under his cock and he tilts to th side a lil and down just right😩 when he tops he'll fold you in positions (yes, plural; mans will find them) where he hits your g-spot 🥴 it'll take a couple times, but when he's got you figured out, he'll make you go dumb from then on "Remember the safeword, mi amor." 🥵

gangster!taishiro is Might Gang's drug dealer. man literally has not one, but two kitchens, one for cooking drugs and the other because man is a foodie, as you'd be able to tell from his physique. he is an intimidating gentle giant at a whopping 6'5, and man is dummy thicc. like he loves his abnormally large hoodies that make you look like you're wearing a fucking ballgown cuz he's xtra hawt n xtra large 🥵 but when its off and his form can't be easily mistaken for pure chubalub, man is also stacked and strong. he is very good at cooking drugs, and has a vast array of anonymous clientele. he's a fucking genius.

he's a very playful, sweet, and carefree dude-highly extroverted. you can find him easily, as he frequents literally every (shady) club in town. man has a switch, and it when it flips when he's doin' business he does a complete 180.

like gangster!toshinori, he loves to spoil his honeypie ROTTEN and he is 100% a Daddy Dom. dont be too much of a brat. it won't get you anywhere with him. if you want something, say it, and Daddy will provide. so don't beat around the fucking bush.

"You want somethin', sweetheart? Let Daddy get it for his sweet li'l tootsieroll~"

he loves LOVES waking up to the smell of his baby girl's home cooking. and if you don't know how to cook, he'll teach you if you're willing to learn. Feed him a couple bites or let him feed you once in awhile bc your cheeks are adorable to him 🥺

man is PACKING between his legs, right up there with gangster!toshinori in size. he's a big guy, has a big dick, and as such there ain't many positions that can be used, but he'll always make you feel small and safe and oh my god 🙏 pray for your coochie because Daddy will go up, over, and beyond to make sure she is thoroughly satisfied and will make her go dumb unless you tell him to stop 🥵

"Fuuuuck, babygirl. So tight...you make Daddy feel so good. It's only right that Daddy does the same for you, yeah?"

gangster!tamaki is a hot mess. he's socially awkward, its very likely he suffers from PTSD, he also suffers from depression and has v bad anxiety that leads to his defensive mechanism-lashing out. this defense mechanism also extends to you-and not in the way you're thinking, you masochists. he's loyal to a fault, and when he sees you being harassed, degraded, etc., he will explode. you'll need to calm him down before he permanently cancels some life subscriptions, and you're the only thing closest to gangster!mirio and drugs that can without getting hurt. he's tall, 6'1 but he tends to hunch, and he's lanky, but don't let this fool you. He is very agile and quite strong, so he can take a group at once.

he is very dependent on drugs, and dependent on you. don't get me wrong, he's a grown man, he don't rely on you so much where the relationship would be downright toxic. you are not his therapist, and he knows that, but he still has issues, and you both know that.

cockwarming and cuddles are two huge things with him, especially when he's as high as a kite. he's very handsy and touchy when he's high, and he's very mouthy too. I don't necessarily mean verbally, btw. i mean the kisses he gives. if you let him, he'll leave marks. after he's done, he'll have you ride him til your tuckered out.

"You're so good to me, baby... *Gasp* Y-Yes...keep bouncin', please!~"

when he's high, he's confident and dominant. and with these two combined, he can be very passionate. a tamaki who's high doesn't simply fuck. he makes passionate love-nice and slow, or hot and heavy-so set the pace, honey, because mini-tama is rearing to go; he has a pretty thang 😩 a very pretty thang. it's long and not too chunky and his pretty PHAT light pink mushroom head is fucking sensitive so suck on it 🥺

and THE STAMINA THIS MAN HAS 😩 once he's on the confidence boat, he can and will go for hours. he's kinda masochistic because he LOVES overstimulation, so mans can keep cumming. better make a point to babble praises, because it's music to his ears. he'll have your bodies squished together and his pretty pink mushroom head kissing your cervix. tease him if you want his inner dom to come out and bully your womb open. 😩 do a few kegels if you want him to lose it and rail you hard 🥵

"You asked for it, bunny. Yeah--nnnh--you fucking asked for it."

[thatshithurted8]

Lake Chelan

Heyy💜 so i have a req for Vinnie😍 based on this tiktok: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMdaeQPS7/ So the readers that girl and they had like the most amazing date and for whatever reason vinnie forgot to ask her number so they never met again until years later the reader is actually a big tiktok star and moves in with nai. One day nai’s on live and vinnie’s watching and then the reader shows up on live and he’s like ???!!!!! And freaks out cause it’s the girl he’s never been able to forget. @canyoubuymetoast

Summary: An impromptu connection quickly turns into an unforgettable yet unrealistic one. Despite this a few years later Vinnie finally gets a second chance to reignite said connection. 

Warning: Tooth rotting fluff

Word Count: 3.4k

“You know your help would be great Vinnie.” Reggie says sarcastically while trying his best to figure out how to pitch their tent. Maria and Nate went off to scope the area since they already set up their tent, so it left the two Hacker brothers to figure out how to create their sleeping arrangements. 

“Yea yea one sec.” He responds placing his phone on the picnic table he was sitting on before looking up to see a German Shepard walking towards him. Vinnie’s eyes instantly brighten and a smile washes over his face as he calls the dog over. 

The black and brown dog trots over to Vinnie with a wagging tail and almost immediately the friendly animal starts to leave slobbery kisses all over Vinnie’s face. Vinnie lets out a laugh as he moves his face out of the way, but continues to the pet the dog. 

“Who’s dog is that?” Reggie asks walking over to his brother, giving up on the tent. 

“I don’t know it just came up to me. It’s friendly though.” 

Reggie simply shrugs his shoulders and joins his brother in petting the dog. However, just as Vinnie opened his mouth to suggest that they should call the number on the dogs collar an unfamiliar voice calls out. 

“Zeus! Where are you boy?” 

Reggie looks up from the dog and his mouth almost immediately drops open when he see’s a gorgeous girl searching the area looking for something. He nudges his brother who was still petting the dog and cooing at it in a baby voice. Vinnie looks up at Reggie annoyed before he decides to look at what his brothers line of vision was fixated on. 

As Vinnie looks over yours and his eyes simultaneously meet. Albeit cliché, Vinnie could’ve sworn he had the air knocked out of him just by making eye contact with you. He’s never felt anything like it before. 

You on the other hand quickly glance down and relief washes over you as you finally spot your dog that wandered off of your families campsite. You quickly walk over to Zeus, your dog and the two boys that were with him. 

“Zeus I should’ve known you went to mooch food off of strangers!” You exclaim to your dog who quickly walks over to your side before you finally look back up and make eye contact with the boys. As you do so seemingly the same effect you had on Vinnie, he had on you. How did you not realize how attractive he was when you were walking over to them? 

 “I’m sorry about him he does this at every campsite we go to. You would think we don’t feed him, but he’s just a glutton.” You say, heat washing over your face due to the fact your dog wandered off and found the most attractive guys you’ve ever seen. 

“No no it’s okay we needed a break.” Vinnie says nodding over to the unpitched tent while smiling at how flustered you got from his gaze on you. 

Reggie scoffs looking at you then his brother. “We needed a break?” He asks with a raised eyebrow. “Vinnie, I’ve been trying to set up the tent for the last 15 minutes while you were trying to find service so you could make a tiktok.”

It was now Vinnie’s turn to be flustered. “Pfft, that’s not true.” The blond says obviously fibbing and you simply look at him amused. 

“Do you guys need help? My family and I go camping every summer so I’m basically an expert at setting up tents.” You suggest. 

“Yea sure that would be great.” Vinnie says standing up for the first time in the last twenty minutes while smiling at you. Without another word the three of you walk over to the unpitched tent with Zeus following along. 

“My name is Y/N by the way.” You say glancing at Vinnie before kneeling down to work your magic.

“Vinnie and that’s Reggie.” 

And that was how you and Vinnie Hacker met, all thanks to your gluttonous dog who loved showing off his puppy dog eyes to strangers in return for food. Little did either of you know how much this small interaction would have an impact on the other. As the Hacker’s camping trip went on the more your family and Vinnie’s bumped into each other and finally one night your dad invited the Hacker’s over to your campsite for a bonfire. Almost instantly yours and Vinnie’s acquaintance status changed to friends. Soon enough your family and Vinnie’s family spent the rest of the camping trip together, going swimming, boating, tubbing and more. 

That was no different for the last full day of your camping trip. In fact Vinnie finally gathered up the courage to ask you on a date despite the fact you two originally lived hours away from each other. 

“Thank you.” You say glancing up to the waiter that just took away your empty plates and placed the bill on the table. You look back up at Vinnie who was already staring at you with admiration, causing heat to wash over your face. 

Too flustered to look at the boy in front of you, you take in the scenic view. You two sat out on the patio over looking the lake with mountains, foliage and the sun setting in the distance. The restaurant Vinnie took you to was one of the fancy ones in town and the two of you stood out like a sore thumb due to your clothes. Showing up to the restaurant and sitting down to eat in a normal t-shirt and shorts was the equivalent of eating at McDonald’s in a prom dress and suit. Yet, the disapproving stares from other patrons made the whole experience even more memorable. 

“This is very nice thank you Vinnie.” 

“Anything for you.” He says softly, placing his hand on the table in which you take without hesitating, causing both of your heart beats to increase. 

“Do you want to hit O’Riley’s after?” You ask, referencing the ice cream shop the two of you went to seemingly every day of the trip to cool off on your walk back to the campsite after a day full of activities. 

Vinnie pulls out his wallet from his shorts to pay for the expensive meal while looking at you with a smile on his face. “Great minds think alike.” 

Without another word you two leave the fancy restaurant hand in hand while receiving glares from the regular patrons. Throughout your short walk to the popular ice cream parlor in town the two of you reminisce about the past week and a half together. It honestly felt like a dream. 

“You know I wanted to hold your hand on the hike today, but I couldn’t keep up with you and Zeus.” Vinnie says, recalling the hike you guys went on along with Reggie and your brother. 

“Clearly you need to work on your stamina, City Boy. That incline wasn’t even that bad.” You joke poking Vinnie in the stomach before leaving his grasp to wander over to the menu of ice cream flavours. Vinnie was infatuated with everything about you and he adored how you made fun of him for being from Seattle. The blond lets out a laugh and follows you, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing his chin on the top of your head as he analyzed the menu as well. Almost instantly you melted into his touch. 

“Okay Snow White.” He retorts back remembering how basically every animal or even bug seemingly gravitated towards you throughout the trip. 

“What can I say Vinnie. I’m just that captivating.” You say turning to look at Vinnie before winking. 

After a few minutes of waiting in line and you changing your mind on what flavour you wanted for the fifth time the two of you finally order and make your way over to a bench nearby. You weren’t a stranger to Lake Chelan and what you loved most about the small town was how close everything was. In fact the bench you and Vinnie decided to sit down on wasn’t too far from O’Riley’s, but it was close enough to the lake to witness the scenic view in full. 

Once you two sat down you guys instantly turned to each other and tapped the other’s ice cream cones, causing some of your ice cream to transfer to Vinnie’s and some of Vinnie’s to transfer to yours. You introduced this small practice to Vinnie on the third day of hanging out together. In which the reason behind it was simply because you’ve been doing it ever since you were little for good luck and to have a small taste of the other person’s ice cream. 

Vinnie watches as you taste his flavour, red velvet while your eyes light up, causing him to smile. “Holy shit yours is good.” You say before taking a lick of your flavour which was blueberry cheese cake. The blond laughs in amusement as your face of delight quickly turns into disgust. 

“Yea I definitely should have gotten yours or moose tracks.” 

Without hesitating Vinnie softly takes your ice cream cone out of your hand and switches it with his. “There you go.” 

“Vinnie, no this is yours.” You say reaching for your ice cream back, but he simply puts his hand above you and ultimately out of your reach. 

Vinnie laughs playfully as he watches you attempt to reach the cone with your original flavour from your spot beside him. “Y/N like I said earlier, anything for you.” 

You roll your eyes at the blonds cheesiness, but you end up sitting back down placing your head on his shoulder while heat washed over your body at how he made you feel.  

The sound of kids riding their bikes, crickets and birds splashing in the lake could be heard while the setting sun continued to reflect off of the water. “It’s so beautiful here.” You say after swallowing your last bite and taking in the view in front of you. 

“Yea it is.”

You turn to Vinnie and your heart begins to race when you notice he was already looking at you. Some may think this moment was cliche, but to you it was perfect. In fact your hopeless romantic dreams were being fulfilled. 

Vinnie’s gaze on you was intense and you couldn’t bring yourself to break it. Instead you found yourself flickering your eyes down to his plump lips and back up to his brown eyes. Vinnie follows your lead and his proximity causes your breath to hitch. 

Without wasting another second Vinnie finally moves in and acts on what he has been wanting to do ever since he got to know you. His lips meet yours and you instantly kiss back, wanting for this to happen for a while yourself. 

The kiss was short yet sweet and passionate while leaving both of you flustered. You place your head back onto Vinnie’s shoulder, your hand finding his and intertwining your fingers. A comfortable silence falls upon you two as both of you take in the perfect moment.

“I don’t want this trip to end.” Vinnie says breaking the silence while rubbing his thumb across your skin and admiring the scenic view in front of him. 

It scared Vinnie how fast his feelings for you developed and continued to do so and he was quite frankly disappointed that you guys live so far away from each other. Although you both lived in the same state you lived closer to Portland while he remained in Seattle. You two created a once in a lifetime connection throughout a camping trip and it seemed as if it was going to end just like that. 

“I promise I’ll say goodbye and give you my number before we leave tomorrow don’t worry.” You say lifting your head off of Vinnie’s shoulder before placing a kiss on his cheek. The whole trip you refused to give Vinnie your number or social medias simply because you realized their was more to life than the internet. You would rather be going hiking or playing in the rain than being on your phone, which Vinnie adored considering he was so consumed with his platform on TikTok. 

However, your promise would ultimately be broken when Vinnie woke up the next morning. The blond boy walked over to your campsite with a small bouquet of wildflowers he picked along the way. He could hear the beat of his heart in every step he took, knowing this would be the last time he saw you for a while. 

When Vinnie reached your campsite his heart and the bouquet of flowers simultaneously dropped at the same time. Your site was empty. In fact, it looked as if you and your family didn’t even stay there. The only thing that proved that you were there were the tire tracks of your families RV. Now the site was ready for the next group of campers to come in and make their own memories. 

Even though you and Vinnie only spent a week and a half together it felt like you two created a lifetime worth of intimate moments and memories. He doesn’t understand how he got so attached to you in such a short amount of time, but he did. The blond boy lets out a deep sigh before turning around to go back to his site, leaving the memories you two created and flowers he brought you behind. 

- 

Vinnie lets out a big yawn as he stretches in bed. He grabs his phone and checks the time. 2:43pm. The night before the blond streamed Valorant on twitch until 4 in the morning so there was no wonder as to why he was just waking up. Deciding to stay in bed for a little longer, Vinnie cuddles into his sheets and opens TikTok, Hera joining him a little bit later.

As he scrolls he likes a few and comments on some of his friends posts. However, his incessant scrolling comes to a stop when his for you page lands on a video of Nai’s. Vinnie watches it, but as he does so a familiar face is shown causing his heart rate to increase while butterflies erupted in his stomach. Who knew that one person could still elicit these feelings out of him two years later?

There was no way. It couldn’t be you in the video. Yet there you were in Nai’s tiktok showing off your gecko. You looked the same, but so different at the same time. Vinnie couldn’t help himself, but to watch the tiktok a few more times, every time his smile getting bigger and his heart fuller. 

Luckily for him Nai tagged you in the caption in which Vinnie took this opportunity to check out your profile and make sure it was actually you and his mind wasn’t playing tricks on him. Right away he knew it was in fact you. 

You had just under a million followers and were on the brink of getting verified. As Vinnie scrolled through your profile he finds your first tiktok that went viral and ultimately kick started your career. The video was of you eight months ago running and dancing around in the rain in the middle of the road. Vinnie smiles as he watches and he couldn’t help, but to feel flustered at the fact he finally found you after all these years. 

It made him happy to see that you seemingly stayed the same personality wise. From what he remembered you loved everything about nature and animals so there was no surprise to see your account full of videos of you enjoying what you loved. In fact your most viral videos consisted of your ring neck parakeet, Athena. 

Just as Vinnie was about to hit the follow button on your account a text from Alex popped up. 

I was planning on throwing a chill party tonight is that okay?

He clicked and stared at the message for a few seconds. Seemingly Nai would be invited which meant if you were with her still Nai would likely bring you as her plus one. 

Yea ofc. 

Vinnie spent the rest of the day going through your social media accounts. He wanted to follow you on every platform possible, but he didn’t want that to creep you out so he decided it was best to wait and see if you came tonight. After all his odds were looking in his favour as the time until the get together dwindled and you and Nai continued to post with each other. 

The blond walks out of his washroom freshly showered with a towel around his waist and into his large room. He could hear a bunch of voices and music coming from down stairs so the party must have already started. Just as Vinnie was about to drop his towel to get dressed a familiar voice is heard from the other side of his door. 

“Knock knock!” Nai shouts. 

“One sec!” Vinnie calls out quickly, throwing on boxers and a pair of black cargo pants before rummaging through his dresser for a shirt. “Come in!” 

Almost instantly the door flies open revealing Nailea in all her glory. Vinnie glances over to her in hopes you were with the brunette, but his hopes fall when he see’s you’re no where to be found. 

“You seriously need to stop making thirst traps in the shower we all thought you slipped and died with how long you were taking.” Nai says walking into the room and flopping onto Vinnie’s bed. 

Vinnie lets out a laugh while he continued to look for a shirt he wanted to wear, his mind being clouded with thoughts of you. Nai was wearing the same outfit she was wearing in the instagram stories she posted with you today so where were you? 

Just as Vinnie turns around, putting on a shirt with the intent to discretely ask Nai about you a familiar, but nostalgic voice could be heard in the hallway over Alex’s loud laugh from downstairs. “Nai?” 

“In here!” 

“Jeez this house is huge I need a map just to leave the washroom.” You say walking into the unfamiliar bedroom. As you do so your eyes lock with Vinnie’s and both of your heart rates increase significantly. Heat washes over you under Vinnie’s gaze and you couldn’t help, but to feel confused. He looked so familiar, but you couldn’t put your finger on where you recognize him from. 

Vinnie on the other hand felt as if his heart was going to beat out of his chest. Throughout the past few years he imagined scenarios where he would run into you back at home or at Lake Chelan, but finally being in your presence again caused him to not know how to act. 

“Y/N this is Vinnie the friend of mine I wanted you to meet.” Nai says looking at you. “And Vinnie this is Y/N. I think you guys will click instantly especially since you’re both from Washington.” 

“Nice to meet you. Can I sit?” You ask nodding over to Vinnie’s bed where Nai was sitting, petting Hera. 

“Y-yea of course.” The blond stutters out causing his cheeks to go red. However, a pang of hurt rings throughout the boys heart when he realizes you don’t remember him. 

Quickly you make your way over to Vinnie’s bed and without wasting another second you extend your hand out for Hera to smell before petting her. Vinnie watches as you do so. You looked even more beautiful than when he first met you two years prior, if that was even possible. Although you looked slightly different due to the fact you graciously grew into your features Vinnie could tell your personality stayed the same as you continued to gravitate towards animals. 

“What’s this cuties name?” You ask scratching under Hera’s chin, causing her to purr before you smile at Vinnie. 

“Her name is Hera.” 

You let out a gasp, “Did you know Hera was married to Zeus?” You say, recalling your past obsession of Greek Mythology. By now Nai was zoned out of your conversation and was scrolling on tiktok. 

“Yea I actually named her after a girl that I met at Lake Chelan, who’s dog was named Zeus.” Vinnie says with a toothy smile on his face. 

Your eyes widen and you look back over to the blond, your heart beating a mile a minute while you finally connected the dots. 

“City boy?” You breathe out. 

[phoenixlionme]

Encanto Sequel TV Show Ideas

As you can see, I am HOPING for a sequel Encanto series to be announced.

1. Explores the different family dynamics within the Madrigals.

2. More Camilo. Not enough of him in the movie.

3. Childhood flashbacks into the Madrigal family prior to the movie.

4. Bruno getting (slowly)re-acclimated to being back with his family and the town.

5. More exploration of Mariano. I really thought he be a bad guy, but I am pleasantly glad that I was wrong.

6. Tying into #5, I want to see more Doloriano OTP content.

7. Also tying into #6, I would like to see more Palma, Feliepa, and Agulieta content. I would like to see how the latter couples met and fell in love, the FULL Feliepa wedding, the Agulieta wedding, the births of their children, and the latter two couples going on a date.

8. Antonio making friends with some of the town children, specifically the trio of kids who were seen worried about Mirabel going missing and very happy to see her again: The coffee boy, the girl named Cecilia, and the dark-skinned girl who is becoming a meme of sorts. 

9. Mirabel getting a love interest. I see the guy having a wolf motif. Why? Wolves are known to mate for life and be VERY protective of said mate and their family. 

10. More songs! Solos, duets, a family song, whatever as long as there are songs.

11. I saw someone mentioned that the family decorated Mirabel’s new door after Casita was rebuilt in the books. So, I was thinking, whether it’s a short or in the show, we see the family do that.

12. Important reoccurring characters that are voiced by Shakira and Sofia Vergara (Modern Family)!!

13. Agustin, Felix, Alma, and Mirabel bonding over being the only non-magical members of their family.

14. One of the co-directors, Jared Bush, stated he deliberately left the reason WHY Mirabel was given no gift ambiguous. I like to see Mirabel try and find out the reasons why before coming to the bittersweet realization that she’ll never truly know and that’s OKAY.

15. Antagonists/Villains introduced.

16. Tying into #15, one of them manages to successfully kidnap Mirabel from her Casita and her family. Cue protective family.

17. A cool family battle sequence.

18. Mirabel managing to take down a magical villain all by herself.

19. An episode or more dedicated to Casita’s POV

20. I know this will sound out there but maybe Mirabel goes back into the past (I don’t know how she just does) and has to relive how tense and unhealthy her family was prior to the movie. Oh, and she would be at the age of WHEN she traveled back.

21. Parents go away, and the kids play.

22. It being hinted and foreshadowed that Mirabel will be Alma’s successor. And unlike most tropes, her ENTIRE family agrees with the choice and support her. While Mirabel is grateful, she is FREAKING OUT!

23. MORE FAMILY BONDING!!!!!

24. Again, out there thought but the Casita gains the ability to BE A FLYING/FLOATING BOAT.

25. Outfit changes.