#Taylor swift based

[theognatster]

champagne problems

pairing: matt sturniolo x fem! reader

summary: you go searching for your airpods in your shared room, and you find a small box, leading to you having a conversation with matt.

warnings: mentions of marriage, angst, no happy ending

w.c: 997

a.n: a little bit of Rory and Logan reference from Gilmore Girls

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your mom’s ring in your pocket. her picture in your wallet. you won’t remember my champagne problems.

you groan as you realize you don’t have your AirPods in your pocket.

where could they have gone, you thought, moving the hair out of your face. you got up from the bed, slightly annoyed. you search around the floor, under the bed, in the hamper.

you smack your head as you realize the one place you didn’t look, the nightstand drawer. you accidentally open the second one, the drawer that you both had assigned to matt. you quickly hit to close it, not wanting to intrude on his things, that was until you saw a small, black, velvet box. it looked like a box that one would put a ring in.

you close it shut, panicking. maybe you were just overreacting, maybe it was a shadow. that’s not a ring, it couldn’t be. you and matt had only been dating..for 2 years. you open the drawer, again.

it’s real. that’s a real ring box.

“Matt!”, you called, holding it in your hand. The door opened and a smiling Matt entered the room. ‘What's up doll?’, he asked, closing the door. ‘What's this?’, you ask, nervous of his answer, holding up the velvet box. you see how his face drops in nerves. ‘I..uhm..how’d you even find that?’, he asked, stammering.

“I accidentally opened your drawer and I saw it. Matt..tell me. Tell me this isn’t what I think it is.” You sigh, hoping it belonged to him for his own rings. “I guess..I should tell you the truth.” Matt ran a nervous hand through his hair. You look at him, hoping what you knew was coming to be false. “I..uhm..it’s my mom’s ring.” Matt admitted, opening the box, revealing a beautiful ring.

It was silver, with an oval shaped diamond in the middle. “Oh..Matt..It’s so beautiful.” You gasp softly at the reveal of it. “You like it, doll?” He asked, smiling softly at your reaction. “Matthew..it’s better than words could describe.” He motions it towards you, motioning for you to grab it. You grab it, scared to touch it in case you damage it. “You can touch it, doll.” He chuckled softly at your reaction.

You graze your fingers around the ring. “Well..the question is. Would you like to wear it..as Mrs. Sturniolo?” Matt asked, hoping you said yes. He hoped for a reaction like the ones in the movies, the girl amazed, jumping in excitement, and hugging the guy tightly as he slid the ring on her finger. But he didn’t get that.

“Matt..are you proposing?” You look up, caught off guard. “Yes, doll. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, forever.” Matt smiled softly. You freeze at his words. “Doll..are you okay?” His face filled with worry at your pause, and he sees the tears that fill up your eyes. “matt..” you look up at him. “Yes..?” He asks, hoping for a good answer. “No.” You say, handing him back the ring. His face dropped, he wasn’t expecting that answer.

“no? why?” Matt asked, wanting answers. “I can’t marry you, Matthew.” You wipe the tear that fell down your face. “Why? Why can’t you marry me? Don’t you..don’t you love me?” Matt asked, tears threatening to spill over his own eyes. “Matt..I do. I do love you!” You assure. “Then why can’t you marry me?” He asked, just wanting an explanation. “I’m not ready..I can’t.” You answer, hoping to not have to explain further. “You’re not ready..? But, we’ve talked about this before. You sounded ready.” Matt asked, confused by your statement. “I thought we were speaking hypothetically! You know..in a couple of years. Not a few months after!” You answered, hoping he’d understand.

“Why wait? Why wait, when where we are now is perfect?” He asked, wiping the tears that spilled over. “You’re at the prime of your career, and it wouldn’t work. I just..I can’t marry you.” You defended yourself, not even noticing how tears were spilling out of your eyes, like a faucet. You hand him the ring, and he placed it back in the box. “Is it really all or nothing..?” You look up, wiping his tears away. “Yeah..yeah, it is.” Matt looked at you, hoping that you'd change your mind.

“Please..can’t we just work this out. I love you, you love me.” You beg, not wanting to let this relationship go. “I can’t..I want the girl I date to want to be with me..forever.” Matt gulped, tears threatening to spill over. “But..give it time. Please.” Your voice cracked at the last word, pleading. “I can’t wait forever.” Matt reasoned. “So..it’s now or never?” You comprehend what he had just said. “…yeah.” Matt sighed.

“Don’t you think that’s a little unfair, Matthew? At all?” You tried to have him understand. He didn’t answer, looking down. “You don’t think it’s unfair to me to think the girl I love would want to marry me.” He said, attitude spilling out. “Matt..please understand.” You beg. “Help me understand, please.” Matt looked up at you, tears falling down his face.

“Matt..I’m sorry. I love you. You know how much I love you. I love the idea of marrying you, but there are so many things right now in both of our lives that aren’t set up. It would be a mess, we wouldn’t be happy.” You try to reason. Matt looks at you, defeat and sadness in his blue eyes.

The light in the bedroom seemed to dim, almost as if it could read the room. The light seemed to dim as your relationship with Matt came to an end. The one thing that stood out in the upcoming darkness was the shimmer of the jeweled band. It looked as if it was taunting you, the only source of light being the thing that brought you here.

two souls, two different wishes, one resolution.

[cametotheshowinsd]

I love you, it's ruining my life.

THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT || April 19th, 2024

[lossisyours]

are you not entertained?

[keepin-it-on-the-d-l]

Two generations of dumbassery

[hairmetal666]

Eddie's supposed to be writing. The guys, they all agreed they'd each come to practice armed with two whole new songs they could pick from to add to their set list at the Hideout. And he's got his pen, and he's got his most recent trusty Composition Book, and all his lyrics are fucking bullshit about golden tanned skin and honeyed eyes and tracing constellations in freckles and moles, pathetic lines about being twisted in bed sheets, and the hopeless love he found himself in.

For the fifth time in an hour, he rips out the offending page, crunches it into a tight ball, and throws it across the room.

He can't write about Steve Harrington for the rest of his life; spend his nights aching for the boy who established himself as a fixture in Eddie's life and then just disappeared.

The worst of it--the very worst--is that Eddie knew better. Steve was never his, not in any real way, no matter how many times they fucked. He's Steve Harrington. Straightest guy in Hawkins. Popular. Rich. Whole fucking life laid out for him on a silver platter. And Eddie fell for him. It's the Munson curse, he supposes; always wanting what you can't have.

It started the way these things usually do, "got any weed?" and "come back to my place, Harrington" and "I got this stupid job at the mall, meet me there?" and lying "hey, guys, can't make band practice, gotta help Uncle Wayne" and "Munson, I really want--can I kiss you?"

In every other fantasy Eddie's ever had, it ends there. Steve gets his kiss and they never see each other again. But Steve Harrington--he's full of surprises. It catches Eddie off guard, makes him want, makes him trust. Because it's not just kisses. It's hands and mouths and "anything you want, Eddie. Let me make you feel good."

Maybe it wouldn't have hit so hard--maybe Eddie could've stopped from falling--if Steve hadn't been so good. Bitchy, sure, but genuine and kind. Had this whole gaggle of junior high kids he babysat, like what the fuck. Would hang out with Wayne and shoot the shit about whatever sports nonsense was on tv. Harrington never was as mean, as spoiled, as superficial as Eddie suspected.

Then Starcourt. That's when it all changes. Steve stops coming around then, in the aftermath. It hurts, but Eddie tells himself it's for the best. Now, he knows it would have been.

Two weeks with no contact, and Steve shows up at his door in the middle of the night. Eddie winces at the healing bruises and cuts on his face, can't imagine how much worse they were to start. He steps aside, lets Steve in, plans to say that he can't be whatever they are anymore.

Steve kisses him. It's a hot, needy thing, wild with teeth and tongue, nothing like before. Eddie is helpless to it, helpless to the way Steve grinds against him, already hard. He should slow it down, check-in that Steve is in the right headspace for this, but Steve is moaning low in his throat and Eddie can't think.

They're in Eddie's bed and Steve says, "fuck me, Eddie?" and Eddie says "are you sure" because he can't stop himself. Steve rolls his eyes (beautifuly bitchy), says, "I need to feel you inside me, baby."

How can Eddie say no?

Eddie's never done this before, but it doesn't matter. It's everything--Steve is everything--he could ask for.

The next morning, he expects Steve to be gone. Thinks they'll never see each other again. But he finds Steve in the kitchen, in his boxers and Eddie's Iron Maiden shirt, making eggs and talking to Wayne like it's the most normal thing in the world.

The next month and a half are the best of Eddie's life. He and Steve spend more time together than they do apart. Nights at Eddie's trailer, in Eddie's bed. Days lounging at the Harrington pool and driving around the nothing that surrounds Hawkins. Sometimes they'll stop in the middle of nowhere, climb on top of the van, and just--be. Steve takes his shirt off, and Eddie traces their names in the sun-soaked freckles, thinking maybe he really gets to have this, have Steve.

It ends as quickly as it started. One morning in September, Steve is cupping Eddie's neck, pulling him in for a goodbye kiss, saying, "sorry, baby, gotta get home for my parents. I'll see you later tonight, yeah?"

Except Eddie doesn't. Eddie doesn't see Steve that night, or the night after, or the night after that. He stops coming around and all Eddie is left with is a broken heart and these piss poor excuses for songs.

He rips out the latest page, waxing lyrical about the wonders of August, and time slipping away, and the boy he'll never forget. Crumples it into a ball and bats it into a pile of junk accumulated in the corner of his room.

Eddie needs a break.

He flies into the living room, snatches up his keys from the floor by the coffee table, and flees his house and all those memories of Steve. It's not like he has anywhere specific to go, so he drives around town, with his windows down and his music up.

His tires screech as he rounds the corner to the video store and arcade. He's not planning on stopping, but honestly, maybe a few rounds of Space Invaders is exactly what he needs.

The van hasn't even come to a stop in the parking spot when his eyes fall on Steve Harrington. He's standing in the middle of the parking lot surrounded by a gang of kids (including some of Eddie's new little sheepies) and Robin Buckley. Steve wears a sunny yellow sweatshirt, tight jeans, and his hair is perfectly coifed, falling in an elegant wave. His hands are on his hips, mouth and brows pinched stern. He's gorgeous, perfect.

It's an assault, an attack, Eddie's entire body shakes as the months they spent together crash over him. He has the van in reverse before he consciously thinks to do so, flooring it out of the space hard enough to burn rubber.

The noise, the speed, it draws the entire group's attention to him.

His eyes meet Steve's.

Time stops and so does he, idling in the middle of the parking lot. For a second, one moment in time, Steve's face falls. His mouth loses that grumpy pinch, his eyebrows drop, his beauty transformed by grief, by fucking longing.

Steve takes a step forward, and Eddie hits the gas, van screaming out of the parking lot. He watches the group shrink in his rearview mirror, sure that he imagined the sorrow in Steve's face, anyway.

They're nothing to each other.

Never were.

By popular request: Part Two

[fantaorange]

okay and here are a few doodles….. i posted a few of these (one of which i updated 2 put here) on instagram as well so if u saw those shhhhhhhh

[bleachersgirl]

she is never beating the jigsaw allegations

[pinkandgreenarepurpleandyellow]

unbearably funny. swifties actually blaming other swifties who dared call out mother for her idiocy this past year and saying its their fault if taylor ends up feeling hurt. gotta win the 'baby the pollution queen' competition no matter the cost ig.

[aphroditeinthesea]

“ guilty as sin ”

jason grace x fem!reader ⚡️

if there’s no such as thing as bad thoughts, why is y/n feeling so guilty? | pt. 2

⚠️ cheating, swearing, breaking girl code, make out, sexual insinuation & while i was posting this there was random lightning and thunder so took that as a sign that this was pretty good

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

The first thing Y/N noticed about Jason was his girlfriend. Okay, maybe that wasn't the first thing, but it was up there. Maybe the first thing she noticed was his hair, the way that sun shined around it, making his aura glow. Or maybe it was the way his eyes were so vibrant that she felt like she was drowning in the Blue Nile. Or, gods, his muscles. The way his shirt was barely able to conceal his abs. Then, his absolutely beautiful girlfriend, who surprise, surprise, was a daughter of Aphrodite.

Of course she knew she had to keep these feelings locked inside a vault. Especially at how she so easily befriended Piper, who if she knew about these feelings, would have Y/N’s head. But how was she supposed to? Whenever she saw him, basically doing nothing, her mind already had images of him flashing in her mind that she tried so desperately to flick away.

But once the feelings had gotten too intense, she had to tell someone. So she turned to the wisest person she knew, Annabeth Chase. She decided to walk to the Athena cabin after training. She found the blonde reading a book on her bed. She approached her, speaking up, “hey, can we talk?” she looked around, “privately?”

Annabeth nodded before leaving alongside Y/N. She led her to cabin 3, which was uninhabited since the disappearance of Percy.

“What’s wrong?” Annabeth began.

Y/N sighed before explaining the ordeal to the girl. Excluding certain fantasies about the boy that not even Zeus himself could get her to confess.

“As a girlfriend of a guy who everyone has a crush on,” she began, seeming annoyed at her own statement, “don't act on it.”

Y/N nodded, “yeah, I could never act on it, I mean, Piper’s my friend,” she paused and looked up at the daughter of Athena, “I’m not a bad person am I?”

“There’s no such thing as bad thoughts, only your actions talk.”

But after a few months. After they found out the memories were fake, that Jason was a Roman demigod, that there was no relationship to begin with, Y/N had the guilty hope that they would break up. But no. Instead they continued dating? She was furious, while also hating herself every second of every day. She had thought that maybe after all this time the feelings would go away. But they didn't! They wouldn't! They couldn't!

Every time she saw the two of them together, she wanted to vomit. Especially when they’d act all couple-like and kissing and hugging and standing within a ten foot radius.

One day at archery practice, she was about to shoot, when she saw the couple walking nearby. She immediately sunk into herself. She drew back her arrow, sulking, until she heard a loud, “ow, fuck!”

She looked up, realizing that she had accidentally shot the foot of the son of Apollo that had been helping her. She gasped, “oh my gods, I’m so sorry.”

He sat on the grass, holding onto his bleeding foot, “dont worry about it,” he hissed through the pain. A few other campers ran over to help him over to the infirmary.

She awkwardly looked around, unsure of what to do.

“What happened, Y/N?” The sound of Piper’s voice behind her caught her attention.

She paused, looking up at the blond boy before back to Piper, “I got distracted and, uhm, accidentally shot him.”

“Is he okay?” Jason questioned.

“I’m sure he’ll be fine,” she brushed off, “a little arrow in the foot never killed anyone.”

“Achilles would beg to differ,” he remarked with a smirk. Gods, that was going to be the death of her, The way his scar curved with his mouth. She liked to imagine he got the scar in a battle to the death against a Roman beast- or whatever, she didn't really understand what happened at that camp, other than the fact that they had really hot guys.

She must have been staring for too long as Piper looked back up at her boyfriend herself, raising an eyebrow.

Y/N panicked, “I should go see if he’s okay,” she ran off to the direction of the infirmary.

“You shot someone in the foot?!”

“Annabeth, I really don't feel like talking about this right now.”

“No, Y/N,” she stood in front of Y/N, “why?”

“Jason-”

Annabeth shook her head, “he has a girlfriend.”

“I know, that’s the problem-”

“She’s not the problem, Y/N,” the girl interrupted again, “you're being so immature, you have to get over this.”

Y/N turned around to see Piper and Jason laughing about something. She looked back at Annabeth, “I’ll try.”

That next week, she had gotten a date with a son of Hermes. It was a nice date, too. A picnic on the dock during the campfire.

“I was originally born in Minnesota, but then we moved to New Hampshire-” his voice was drowned out by her thoughts. She felt so… faithful to Jason. If it's make believe, why does it feel like a vow? She felt like he had written ‘mine’ on her upper thigh in her mind- “what about you?”

“Oh, I’ve never been to Michigan.”

He raised an eyebrow, “I asked if you liked strawberries?”

“Oh,” she looked at the strawberry she had accidentally crushed in her hand, “yeah.”

“You don't like me, do you?”

She shook her head, “no, nothing with you. You're great, this picnic is amazing, I’m just… I am so in love with one of my best friends’ boyfriend. I’m just trying to get over him.”

“Jason?”

She looked at him, her mouth agape, “how did you…?”

“A good guess.”

She hid her face in her hands, tears welling in her eyes, “am I allowed to cry?”

He pulled her into a hug, “go talk to him.”

New advice? She’ll take it!

She stood up, “I’m really sorry, I’ll make it up to you, promise!” she claimed before running off to the fire. Everyone was beginning to disperse, when the blond hair caught her eye. She rushed over to him, “I need to talk to you.”

He looked confused, but nodded, leading her into his cabin, “what’s up?”

“I have a huge fucking crush on you,” she blurted, “I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t help it. And I thought that if I told you, it would go away. I’m sorry.”

He stayed silent for a minute, thinking. He ran his fingers through his hair. Did everything about him have to be this fucking hot?

“I have a girlfriend.”

“I know.”

He shook his head, “no, I need to remind myself of that. Y/N,” he walked closer to her, taking her hands in his, “I really like you, Y/N.”

She let out a deep breath, “Jason, that doesn't help.”

“It doesn't help me either, that’s why I’ve been trying to ignore it, but,” his right hand let go of hers, finding its way to her lips, “look at you.” He slowly leaned down to kiss her. Once, twice, thrice, four- over and over again. She wasn't even sure when she was suddenly pinned to his bed as their kisses got messier. His fingers traced the skin under her shirt, sending shivers down her spine, gasping when he would zap her.

“Jase,” she breathed, “this is really bad.”

He bit her bottom lip, “I know, we shouldn't-”

She kissed him again, “no.”

He leaned back, “Y/N, we really can’t.”

“I know, I know,” she heavily breathed, “but what are you saying?”

He stood up, forcing his glasses back on, “I need to go talk to Piper,” he grabbed her hand, helping her up, “go back to your cabin, let’s just forget about this.”

“No.”

“Y/N, please, we can talk some other time, but please, just go for now.”

She nodded, tears in her eyes, “right, okay,” she followed behind as he walked to the door, opening it for her. She looked up at him, “goodnight, Jason.”

He gently touched her arm, “goodnight.”

She walked out feeling shame and guilt fill her body. She felt it in all her limbs, making it hard for her to walk, feeling pulled down by her emotions, she wondered, without ever touching his skin, how could I be guilty as sin?

[just-tagg]

Quick I finished season 2, time to drop a doodle of the teens

[surburbanlegend]

I've been spending the last eight months Thinking all love ever does is break and burn and end But on a Wednesday, in a café, I watched it begin again

[prettyupsetnerd]

hard to be a cool goth loner when some losers keep bugging you all the damn time

[asoftepiloguemylove]

on childhood and growing up

Noah Kahan The View Between Villages / Taylor Swift Never Grow Up / Kim Addonizio The Women; Wild Nights: New and Selected Poems / @/twinnedpeaks (on tumblr) / Taylor Swift You're On Your Own Kid / リリイ・シュシュのすべて All About Lily Chou-Chou (2001) dir. 岩井 俊二 Shunji Iwai / Martha Gellhorn in a letter to Hortenese Flexner and Wyncie King; Selected Letters of Martha Gellhorn / Richard Siken Birds Hover the Trampled Field; War of the Foxes / The Perks of Being a Wallflower (2013) dir. Stephen Chbosky / Katie Maria The Memory of a Memory / Lorde Secrets From a Girl (Who's Seen it All) / Keaton St. James A List for Nightdreamers

[metalandmagi]

I just found out that Disney+ made their home page all eras themed categories on the day the tour movie dropped. Not to compliment Disney or anything, but this is so fucking funny.😆

But also be real, Echo would be in Reputation. What the fuck were they thinking putting it in Fearless? Also Robin Hood in Lover? As opposed to Folklore...come on it was right there! (I also think Peter Pan and Wendy would be more appropriate in Folklore...considering there's literally a lyric in Cardigan about them). And 1989 is all just stuff that was released that year!? I'm wheezing right now!

*edit* If I had to pick things that would go in Debut, I think I'd pick a lot of the Pixar movies. All 4 Toy Story movies (but especially TS2). Luca. Up. Inside Out. I'd also put some of the early Disney channel shows like Lizzie Mcguire, That's So Raven, and Hannah Montana, obviously. Though Kim Possible would be in Fearless. It would be funny if they had made it a category and just put shows/movies with names for titles in it 😆

[coldasyou]

[stillgotscars]

the left is saying “i bet taylor and all her fans who said they were going to vote for kamala actually voted for trump.” meanwhile, the right is saying “in your face, taylor swift lmao! can’t wait for her to leave the country.” why is it impossible for people to be normal about her and her fanbase as a whole?