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Hair Dye- Christopher Sturniolo

Summary: chris was about to leave for the Versus tour but wanted to do something dramatic for his fans for the tour! you dye his hair and he dyes yours!

warnings: nothing :)

A/n: i was watching the video where chris dyed nicks hair and i thought it would be cute if i wrote a lil sumth based of this!

PSA: DONT STEAL MY WORK! IT BELONGS TO ME MYSELF AND I!

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Chris and I have been dating for roughly about 3 years. We had met not long after their YouTube became popular and quickly we both had made it official. Considering I was Chris’ first ‘real relationship’ because he had commitment issues and I swore off dating till college, we both moved to LA because we couldn't do long-distance.

“I can't believe we're going on fucking tour” Chris’ excitement squealed out of him as he's getting his bags ready for the Triplets ‘Verus Tour’

“What am I gonna do without you, I got this big ass house and big ass bed with no Chris to share it with,” I say sprawling in a starfish position.

“You could always invite Tara over, you two can do whatever you two do best together” he chuckles shoving some socks into a deep pocket of his suitcase.

“So drinking and partying?” I laugh out sitting up and resting my weight on my elbows.

“Please do not get drunk for over a month straight i would genuinely check you into a Rehabilitation center” Chris chuckled throwing his arms up.

“Don't worry I'll probably just chill here most of the time and eat, sleep, watch Gossip Girl for the 30th time, and occasionally go out with Tara,” I reassure him flicking my hand up and down brushing his comment off.

“I wanna do something crazy before tour,” he says as his lips curl up into a smirk.

“Like what? You guys leave in like 3 days” I adjust my body sitting up crisscross.

“I wanna dye my hair orange, 'cause you know each of us has a color for our team so like half of my outfits for tour consists of orange,” he says walking towards the bed sitting next to me.

“Chris normally I would be supportive of your impulsivity but dying your entire beautiful virgin brown hair orange? I won't support that one” i laugh running my nails through his long wavy brown locs of hair.

“Okay, maybe not my whole hair but maybe like the tips of my hair?” he says grabbing a small piece of hair and pointing at the tip of it.

“Chris it's 8 pm and no hair salon takes last-minute hair appointments and I only trust my hair stylist Hazel” I laugh sitting back and leaning my head against the headboard of the bed.

“Then why don't we do it? Walmart is still open and they have hair dye, right? I mean I've dyed Nick's hair before with the help of Maddie but how hard can it be?” he moves closer to me shooting me a smirk.

“I have dyed my hair before. Fuck it let's do it” I stand up off the bed smiling at Chris whose smirk turned into the happiest smile on his face.

We both chuckled and made our way downstairs to discover Matt and Nick giggling while looking at their phones.

“Where are you guys going?” Matt's head peaked up looking towards us.

“To get hair dye” Chris laughs and spoke before I could

“Oo Y/N what color are you dying your hair this time?” Nick shimmies his shoulders smirking.

“Well Chris wanted to do something crazy before the tour so he wanted me to dye the tips of his hair orange and I'm dying the underneath of my hair orange as well” I nervously spit out gripping Chris’ hands.

“Okay that's actually disgustingly adorable” Nick laughs out

“Well be back in like an hour” Chris and I walked out together, hand in hand, and made our way to my car.

We're currently sitting in the car, cruising down the road on our way to the nearby Walmart laughing at the possible situations that could happen.

“Are you sure you know what you're doing” Chris asks propping his feet up on the dashboard of the car.

“Chris it's gonna be fine” I reassure tapping his thigh laughing softly.

As we arrive at the Walmart parking lot, Chris steps out and stands in front of my car, his hand outstretched, waiting for me to take it as I step out of the car as we enter the store.

“What about this one?” he says “Splat is a cool name” he chuckles

“NO” I exclaim “That is one ingredient away from being fabric dye”

“Oh my god why would they make this stuff” his eyes go wide as he laughs and throws the box back on the shelf.

“Okay here, this is Manic Panic, Nick used it when he dyed his hair, it's pretty good” I say holding two jars of the dye.

“Okay, so how much do we need?” Chris gives his little sassy side eye when he's confused which happens to be a lot of times when I have to over-explain myself.

“Well you don't have a lot of hair to cover and since I'm only dying the back of my hair and maybe my money pieces then maybe two” my voice raises with question.

“Two it is” He nodded and smiled, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he reached for the hair dye. As he took my hand, a rush of warmth spread through me, and we made our way to the register together to check out.

The car ride home was filled with laughter and comfortability within each other. In the 3 years, we've been together, I can't remember a single time where we had ‘small talk’ or ‘chit chat’ we could always talk about something big or small for hours. It was always one of the things I loved about Chris, he was a yapper but we could always bounce back and forth with nonsense.

As we entered the house, we couldn't contain our laughter and giggles, our voices echoing through the halls as we made our way inside.

“Why are you two so disgustingly cute” Nick spits smiling at both of us.

“You acting like we're a new couple” Chris chuckled.

“No, but still so sickening how cute you guys are together even after 3 years of watching you two be together” Nick shrugs popping a piece of popcorn in his mouth.

With a chuckle, Chris leads me into the bathroom we both share. “Do you want me to use one of my old shirts to cover up with?” he asks leaning against the counter “We can just share the shirt too”

“Do you even own a shirt you don't care about?” I softly laughed.

“You know how many wife beaters I own, why question anything” he throws his hands up in defense laughing as he grabs a black tank top from his room and quickly swaps his shirt out.

“Okay sit between my legs” I smile up at him as he nods and sits Indian style between my legs.

“So how does hair dye work? Like what makes the color stay? Who invented it?” he questions as I start to apply the dye on the tips of his hair blending it out to create an ombre effect.

“Chris I'm not sure about any of those questions i just know that I use it, and I hope this will come out, or else Hazel is gonna be really mad at me” I chuckle out.

“So you don't know how it works? Or who invited it?” he leans his head back facing me as his big blue doe eyes stare at me.

I smile but lightly push his head back down to dye the back and the bottom of his hair. “You know I don't always know the answer to everything, I may always be right about most things but it ain't nothing to just go on Google and type it in,” I say softly laughing

“I know but why use Google when I have a super-smart girlfriend” he shrugs his shoulders smiling.

I carefully completed the styling of his hair, ensuring that I covered all the sections he wanted dyed and coated them with a vibrant orange color.

“Now we wait 45 minutes” I smile helping him up off the floor.

“YOUR TURN” he squeals holding his hands out for me. “Now you can sit between my legs” he smirks moving his shoulders.

“WAIT, let me section my hair because I don't want my whole hair orange,” I stand up go to the mirror and section my hair in a ‘Halo’ hairstyle. “okay here you go just dye the parts that aren’t in the bun up here” I smile sitting back between his legs.

“got it” he smiles back at me beginning to rub his fingers that are coated with orange color through my hair “If I pull your hair too hard let me know” he lightly pulls my head back to look at him before giving me a little peck on my lips.

He made sure his hands were gentle through my hair and made sure it was coated on every strand and maybe even overly coated. “I'm putting a lot of dye on your hair but only to make sure it is coated properly” he smiles moving my head to the side to get the side of my hair.

“This is nice” My lips curl upwards in a smile as my body becomes relaxed. “I enjoy these little bonding moments with you”

“Oh believe me I enjoy this more” he smiles “okay turn around so I can get your shorter pieces of hair”

As I turned around to face him, I noticed his eyes brightening with excitement as he carefully applied the dye to the shorter pieces of my hair.

“Okay now we wait” he smiles sitting next to me.

I pull out my phone and get a picture of Chris and me with the wet dye in our hair so we can remember this moment. “You're so beautiful ma” he smiles at our picture. “God I'm gonna marry that woman one day,” he says pointing at the picture on my phone.

“Chris you're so corny” I softly laugh out softly pushing his shoulder.

“You're gonna miss my corny jokes when I'm gone” he raises his eyebrows smirking.

“Chris you sound like you're dying, you're just going on tour, and we're gonna face time like every night, and I'm gonna come visit you obviously” I playfully roll my eyes.

“I won't let you not visit, you're gonna visit” he softly says placing a kiss on my cheek.

After 45 minutes had passed, Chris and I carefully rinsed out the dye from our hair and then proceeded to blow dry it. Chris wouldn't stop staring at himself in the mirror touching his hair and making goofy faces at himself.

“God we look fuckable” he smirks at me in the mirror.

“Christopher Owen” my jaw goes slack as the words come out of his mouth.

“I'm being honest we look hella good right now” he smiles “WE NEED TO POST THIS ON INSTA” he pulls out his phone taking a couple of pictures of us with our hair.

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Christophersturniolo: Tour ready 🧡

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Nicolassturniolo: YALL ARE SO CUTE ITS SICKENING

Matthewsturniolo: i would give you the menu but yall already ate

> Matthewsturniolo: i don’t know why i said that..

Sturnioloteam: #theverustour

LuvY/N: we fuckable

> christophersturniolo: oh but it’s okay if you say it ✋😧🤚

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A/N PART 2: PLS IGNORE THE FACT THAT THE PICS ARE RED AND NOT ORANGE I COULD FIND ANY ON PINTREST LOL ALSO SORRY FOR THE INACTIVITY IVE HAD ZERO MOTIVATION BUT I

LOVE YALL AND I HOPE YALL HAVE AN AMAZING DAY/NIGHT/EVENING!

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Blue Memories // E.M.

Summary: Eddie and Reader are strangers turned friends turned lovers turned exes. We follow them on one really tense car ride and experience the ups and downs of their relationship through the songs playing on the radio.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x female Reader

Trigger Warning: Swearing. Mention of alcohol. Mention of food. Mention of drugs.

Wordcount: 10k + (It’s a big boy)

A/N:  Likes, reblogs, comments are all much appreciated. I am German. Sometimes I get the tense wrong or make mistakes. I am useless when it comes to punctuation. Go easy on me, please.

Icicles hang from the eaves of the building like tiny cold daggers. A safety hazard for stressed-out Christmas shoppers. 

A group of carolers stands a little off to the side, just far enough not to trigger the automatic doors but close enough to make sure none of the shoppers can ignore their incessant crooning. 

It’s unfair, really. For her to judge them on their singing. They really aren’t all that bad and, on another day, she maybe would’ve even dropped a dollar or two into the red box saying “donations”. Today is not another day though. Today is today and today is very bad, no good, horrible, terrible, all kinds of shitty.

There are arguably worse places to be stuck with a non-working car than a Walmart parking lot an hour outside of Hawkins. That being said, there are also way better places.

Old Sally has been Old Sally before she was (Y/N)’s and though she has never been the most reliable car to begin with, she always pulled through in the end. Judging by the sounds she made just a few minutes ago when (Y/N) tried to start her, this might actually be The End. Full stop. Capital E. The one where there is no coming back from.

So what do you do when you’re stuck on your way home for the holidays? You call your family. You call mom, calm her down, convince her of the fact that you are okay and not dying and then you make her send dad to come get you. And it should work, right? In theory. 

Only not today on this very bad, no good, horrible, terrible all kinds of shitty day.

Because dad has a broken leg from when he slipped on the ice so he can’t drive and mom already had a few eggnogs too many after her holiday party with the ladies from the salon.

“We can send someone else, hun. The Millers’ son is back in town, I’m sure he’d love to give you a ride.” 

(Y/N) scoffed at her mother’s words. Kyle Miller had always been a fucking creep, lusting after her even back in high school. So she assured her mother she’d find another way home and told her not to worry. 

And now it’s not her mother worrying. It’s her.

That’s what you get for stopping because you craved some flaming hot Cheetos, you dumbass.

She could walk, sure but what about her luggage? And what about the absolutely horrifying fact that she is a woman, it’s cold as fuck outside and about to get dark? 

The movies teach us a lot of valuable life lessons. One of them — the most important one maybe — is to never say “it can’t get worse”. Because it will get worse. So much worse.

What the movies don’t tell you, is that even as much as thinking about it has the same effect. Because as soon as the thought crosses (Y/N)’s mind, it gets worse.

“Have yourself a merry little Christmas. Let your heart be light. From now on our troubles will be out of sight.” 

(Y/N) wants to stab her fingers into her ears, all the way to her brain if possible. The caroller has a beautiful voice. A voice made to sing this melancholic Christmas classic. Again it’s not her fault that it pushes (Y/N) even closer to a breakdown. Only this time it’s not because of her current predicament. This song rips open wounds far older. Far deeper. Far more painful than anything life can possibly throw her way today.

Christmas lights paint the outside of Hawkins High in a kaleidoscope of bright colors as the soft fall of snow dusts the streets in a blanket looking like sweet powdered sugar.

The music coming from the inside floods out of the gym halls and reaches all the way to where Eddie’s van is parked at the edge of the parking lot. 

The icy cold nips at their noses as Eddie and (Y/N) sit in the back of the car, feet dangling above the ground and the smell of weed wafting through the air. 

“You’re a liar!” 

“No, I’m not!” 

“Eddie, you can’t be serious. Grandma got run over by a reindeer is nobody’s favorite Christmas song! “ 

His dopey smile sends little shivers down her spine. It always does. If there was a price to win for having the best smile, Eddie would always win. At least in her eyes. His smile is phenomenal. It’s breathtaking. It’s perfect. Sure, maybe it’s her loved-up, 16-year-old self talking who is completely, utterly, and unlucky in love with her best friend. But (Y/N) thinks of herself as a rather rational person and she’s almost sure it’s a widely known and accepted fact that Eddie Munson has the world’s best smile. People would have to be insane not to agree.

“Well, it’s mine.” 

A frustrated huff falls from (Y/N)’s lips as she lets herself fall backward into the nest of blankets spread out behind them only for Eddie to follow suit just a second later.

“I can’t believe my best friend has the worst taste in Christmas music.”

“Hey, you are the one whose favorite Christmas candy are fucking candy canes.” 

Their laughter echoes through the air like a song. One of hope and happiness and magic. This is what Christmas should always feel like, (Y/N) thinks. Easy and joyful and soft. 

No stress and no fighting. No rush to be anywhere or do anything. Just here. Just this. 

Her and Eddie and the snow and the sparkling lights. And some pretty good weed.

“Okay, okay next question. Ummm — what’s the best Christmas gift you’ve ever been given?”

You — she thinks. The words tickle her at the tip of her tongue, ready to slip out. She can just barely swallow them back down. Really, it’s not something you tell your best friend. Even if it’s true. He came into her life during the Christmas season and he’s been the best thing to ever happen to her.

“My record player, probably.”

“Good answer.”

It’s silly — she’s well aware, how much Eddie’s approval means to her.

“What’s yours?”

“Nuh-uh. Can’t ask the same thing!” 

Rolling her eyes at his antics she tries to come up with a different question.

“Okay then, what’s your favorite Christmas memory?” 

Eddie considers his words for a moment, carefully crafting a response as if all the world’s fate depends on his reply.

“When I was a kid and had just moved into Wayne’s trailer permanently, that was the first proper Christmas I ever celebrated. It’s not like we had much or anything but it was a lot for a kid who never had anything. Wayne cut down a tree but we couldn’t fit it in the trailer so we put it up outside. Ate Chinese takeout and watched White Christmas — and I got a present.”

“What did you get?”

“A guitar.”

“Did you get Wayne something?”

“Mmmh a mug.”

Her heart fills with delight and love as he tells the story. Eddie rarely talks about his early childhood. Sometimes it feels like Eddie before Wayne never existed. And though both would never admit it, they love each other dearly. They don’t say it out loud but you can see it in so many things, including all the mugs proudly on display, hanging from hooks in the living room area of the trailer. Dozens of “thank yous” and “I love yous” captured in porcelain.

“ Have yourself a merry little Christmas — “ 

“ I love this song!” 

“You do?”

“Mm-hm” 

Eddie glances at her from the corner of his eyes then looks back towards the roof of the van. There’s a shyness about him suddenly, one she has seen so very rarely. Eddie isn't shy. He's loud and confident even if half of it is just for show. Overdramatic and dialed up to 11. He's not usually like this.

"Do you um — do you wanna dance?"

"Huh?"

"Do you wanna dance?" 

His voice is clearer now, stronger, more assured. It took a moment for Eddie to hype himself up. Get the confidence to ask the question, not really knowing which outcome he is expecting, which ones he's hoping for.

"Do YOU want to dance, Eddie?"

He lifts himself off of the van and stands before her all lanky arms and wild curly hair. He's wearing a black button-down that he swears he borrowed from Wayne. (Y/N) doesn't buy it though, the shirt looks crisp and clean. Still the blackest of blacks that only lives through maybe 5 machine washes before it dulls to a dark gray.

"Figured it's Hawkins High winter formal. Might as well do what's expected of us. And you like this song so —"

Not wasting another second on hesitating, (Y/N) takes a hold of Eddie’s outstretched hand and lets him twirl her into his arms. His hands are just as cold as hers, ice against ice. And yet she wouldn’t change anything about this situation for anything in the world. If feeling delusionally happy comes with a few sacrifices, like freezing, she’ll happily take the risk.

“Eddie, since when do you dance?”

He shrugs his shoulders “There’s a lot of things I’d do to make you smile.” 

The cold melts away to make room for something else. A warmth that overtakes her, flesh and mind and everything. A warmth from the inside. All consuming. Magical. 

And as they sway to Frank Sinatra’s voice softly carried by the wind, the warmth doesn’t go away. It wraps them in a blanket, shielding them from the outside world. It’s a moment you want to keep forever. One of those where even right then, as it happens, you know it is so much more than a moment. It is forever a part of your story. A part of you. 

Eddie lets go of her hands for a second and bends down before reaching his arm out up above their heads. 

“Oh, would you look at that, a mistletoe.” 

“Eds, that’s not a mistletoe.”

“Yes, it is!” he insists, that signature Eddie Munson smirk on his lips that lets you know that he is well aware that he’s wrong but there’s no way he’ll admit to it. He is committed to being wrong and to making you agree.

“It’s a pine branch. I literally saw you pick it up.” 

Eddie takes a deep breath, the air turning into clouds against the cold winter winds, as soon as it leaves his lungs. 

“Look, humor me here. Let’s just pretend this is a mistletoe and we’re holding up a tradition. It’s soooo much easier than admitting that I am head over heels, absolutely dumbass in love with you and I might go crazy if I don’t shoot my shot and kiss you at least once. Okay? If we pretend it���s all fun and games then it won’t be so brutal when you end up rejecting me. Okay? Cool!” 

For a second she wants to scoff, tell him to stop joking, to stop playing her for a fool. But there is a sincerity in his eyes she can’t deny. A flicker of something that has always been there but she could never really put a name to. He’s not joking. Not even a little.

“ Okay, sure. Let’s pretend it’s a mistletoe. Cause otherwise I’d have to admit that I am also disgustingly in love with you. “ 

He smiles at her again, that big smile that makes her knees feel like jello. The one that could win all the prizes. Only this time it’s hers. This one smile and this one moment belong to her. To them.

“ Guess we’ll have to stick to the tradition then, huh? “

“ Guess so.” 

… and have yourself a merry little Christmas now.

It’s a cold kiss. Lips chapped from the winter winds and cold fingers grasping even colder faces. It’s hungry and soft. It’s desperate and slow. It’s all a kiss can and should be and more. It’s a hundred little moments wrapped in a perfectly imperfect kiss.

“I think —” Eddie says as he pulls away just far enough to speak. “I think this is my new favorite Christmas memory.” 

A flurry of snow starts descending from the sky, gloomy gray clouds pushing away all of the blue. Icy snowflakes gather on (Y/N)’s hat, her hair, her nose — shaking her from her daydream. Enough trips down memory lane. They always seem fun and harmless until you take a wrong turn, drive down a backroad and end up crashing the car and watch it all burn.

“Well fuck.” 

It’s bad enough being stuck at a Walmart parking lot, it’s worse when the sky glowers at you, threatening you with the potential of a snowstorm.

“C’mon Sally, why’d you have to do this to me today? It’s Christmas time, don’t you have a heart?” 

In place of a response, the old car lets off another puff of smoke from its popped hood. 

“That sounds like a no to me!” 

A stinging sensation spreads from her heart all the way to the tips of her fingers. His voice still sounds the same as it did 4 years ago. Really, it was stupid to expect anything else. 4 years seem like a lifetime but in reality, they are but a blink. 

She doesn’t dare turn around as if standing there unmoving might make him go away. Like a predator walking on, bored by its prey. Only Eddie is no predator. He never was. Though all the town seemed to think differently, he was always a lover and never a fighter. 

“You can say hi, you know.” 

If life was a movie, this would be the slow-motion scene. The turning around looking at the ex, angel choir singing in the background, love instantly rushing back in. 

Only love can only rush back if it ever left in the first place. Not if it was pushed in a metaphorical box, then shoved to the back of a dark metaphorical closet. 

Facing him is scary. It’s also inevitable. Things are so shit today, it really can’t get worse. There’s no way.

He looks hot. And maybe that makes things a bit worse, actually. He’s still got the unruly curls and he’s still tall and lanky but the awkwardness of an 18-year-old has worn off and he looks more like the man he is than the boy he used to be. 

“Hi, Eddie.” 

“Hey (Y/N). You look good — but Sally. I don’t know about her.”

The fact that he talks to her so casually, both enrages and amuses her. Maybe 4 years really are only a blink but that doesn’t mean nothing ever changes. 

“Thanks um — you too. Yeah, she started making weird sounds and then the smoke started and ugh. You think you can take a look?” 

He grants her a smile and she wants to jump in front of a moving vehicle as the flutters in her heart start. It’s ridiculous that he still has this effect on her. Not after everything. Not after that night 4 years ago.

“I can but I can already tell you’re not driving her anywhere tonight and it’s about to start snowing real fucking heavy. Do you — do you want me to give you a ride home? Your parents’ place I mean. I assume that’s where you’re headed? “ 

“Hmm, yup. Uh — you don’t have to do that.”

“I know, I want to.” 

She wants to punch him. Not in the face but maybe on the arm or something. Hurt him but not really really hurt him. For being so nonchalant. Casual. For being so nice when he had none of that to give that one night 4 years ago and all the months after, right until the day she left for college. Does he think this absolves him? It doesn’t. There is no redemption for breaking her heart, no matter how many good deeds. 

But what is the alternative? 

With a look at the sky and the looming darkness, (Y/N) lets out a sigh and grabs her luggage from the car. Eddie’s old rusty van is parked right next to her. It holds so many memories, none of which she wants to revisit.

“Christmas, The snow's coming down … “ 

The choir launches into their next song and a smile takes over Eddie’s face. A smile (Y/N) hasn’t seen in a long time. One that doesn’t have an effect on her at all whatsoever. 

“Why are you smiling?”

“Oh, no reason. It really doesn’t matter.”

Eddie likes Gareth’s house. Not just for the fact that the garage is big enough for them to practice in and his parents are nice enough to allow them to do so. It’s a nice place in general. It’s not big or flashy or anything but it’s homey and nice. For a kid growing up in a trailer park, it’s a palace. Not that he doesn’t appreciate what he has, he does. But it’s nice to dream. To imagine himself in a place like this one day, family included.

Walking up the driveway, guitar slung on his back, the icy ground crunches beneath his heavy boots. The garage door is closed so the boys must not have started practicing yet. Sometimes, when she’s home, Gareth’s mom makes them snacks or hot chocolate and they all sit around and pig out before playing some music. It’s nice of her to care for the boys even if they aren’t her kids. It gives him a little glimpse of what it must be like to have a mother.

“They're singing "Deck The Halls"

But it's not like Christmas at all

'Cause I remember when you were here

And all the fun we had last year” 

A loud voice catches his attention, belting out the Darlene Love song. His eyes scan the neighborhood before settling on the source of the commotion.

The girl stands on a ladder leaning against the house across the street from Gareth’s. A garland of multicolored lights adorns the roof as she regards her work with pride. Her voice still rings through the neighborhood and it has Eddie in a chokehold.

A siren calling out to a sailor, enchanting him, bewitching him. It’s not that her singing is particularly good, in fact, it’s quite the opposite. Yet something about it has Eddie mesmerized. 

It doesn’t seem to bother her what people might think, she’s having a good time and that’s all she cares about. It’s nice, he thinks, to see someone not desperately trying to stick to society’s preconceived notions of what is considered cool. This girl is wearing a big woolen sweater and a hat that seems like someone handmade it and ran out of yarn halfway through so they had to continue with another color. By all means, this girl is not cool. Eddie thinks she might be the coolest person he’s ever seen.

And she’s dancing, shaking her hips to the beat of the song she’s singing. While standing on a ladder. Oh god, she’s dancing — on the ladder.

Life shifts into slow motion. He can almost see it happening before it does. One dance move a little too enthusiastic. A slip. A tumble. A thud as she hits the ground. It happens so slowly and too fast for him to intervene all at the same time. Though as soon as she hits the ground, Eddie shakes out of his mesmerized state and rushes over. 

She’s looking up at the sky with a face scrunched in pain and what he can only assume is embarrassment. Her back is flat against the cold snowy ground.

“Holy shit, are you okay?”

The girl slowly pries open one eye and glances at him in confusion. “Are you an angel?”

“Uh no — I’m just Eddie. I’m a friend of Gareth’s. He lives across the street. Did you hurt your head? “

Pushing herself off of the ground into a sitting position the girl smiles up at him sending tiny flutters through his heart. She’s gorgeous. Even with her mismatched hat and the snow in her hair. 

“I’m okay. Just a bit bruised but I’ll be fine.”

“You sure? That was a mighty fall.” 

“Was it embarrassing?” 

“I don’t think anyone but me saw. And I for one think you put on one hell of a performance.”

Her laughter, he thinks, might be even better than her smile. 

“Now you’re making fun of me.”

“I’m not. I promise. Hey, what’s your name? “

“Oh sorry, so rude of me— “ she exclaimed before standing up and holding a glove-covered hand out to Eddie. “I’m (Y/N). I just moved here.” 

“Well, again, I am Eddie. I’m in a band with Gareth who lives over there.” 

“You’re in a band? “ her eyes widen at this revelation. 

“Mmh. Corroded Coffin. We play mostly metal stuff.”

“That sounds amazing!”

That’s not the reaction he’s used to. Girls don’t usually take too kindly to his taste in music. It’s not to say there are none who enjoy metal, he just hasn’t found them yet. Until now it seems.

“It does?”

“It does! You think the band would be okay with me sitting in and listening to you guys practice? I don’t really have any friends yet and — “

“Yeah sure, absolutely!” 

There’s no doubt in his mind the guys will be ecstatic. It’s not every day a pretty girl shows interest in their band … or them. 

“Okay cool. Awesome. “

Walking towards Gareth’s house, their boots leave imprints on the fresh snow. A sign that makes Eddie aware that this is not a dream. This is actually happening. Maybe life is finally turning for him. Giving him something good. Someone special.

“Christmaasss, the snow’s coming down.” 

She responds to his singing with a friendly shove of her shoulders against his “Oh come on. Now you’re taking the piss.” 

“I’m not.”

She raises her eyebrows in disbelief.

“Okay, maybe a little.”

“You know what that means, right?”

“What?”

“Now you have to play the song during practice.”

A smile takes over his face, pulling at the muscles of his cold cheeks. 

“Huh, I think I can do that!”

He doesn’t know how to play the damn song but if it makes her smile like this, he might just have to figure it out.

“ Sooo — how’s the parents?”

Eddie’s voice cuts through the awkward silence. This is strange and unfamiliar. Back then, 4 years ago, there was never a moment of silence with them that came even close to being awkward or uncomfortable. They always had something to say, to joke around and be goofy. Even if they didn’t, they would bask in comfortable silence, happy to just be with each other.

This feels like a whole different life, an alternate universe. There is so much left to say between them, the air is thick with it. But this is not the time and place to say any of it. Maybe there will never be a time or place.

“Yeah, they’re good. I mean dad hurt himself the other day when he slipped on the ice in the driveway but you know how he is. Always clumsy.”

“Runs in the family.” 

Almost. He almost gets a smile out of her. Almost.

“ I guess so. How’s Wayne?”

Eddie grins though he keeps his eyes fixed on the snowy road in front of them.

“Working too much. Watching reruns of the same old show. Nothing changed. Same old Wayne.” 

It has always been like this, Eddie talking about his uncle. Though his words don’t give it away, the tone of his voice always does. It is filled with adoration, with gratefulness, and love. Wayne is the only proper family that Eddie has ever known and though neither of them will ever outright admit it, at least not sober, the two mean the world to each other.

She misses Wayne, (Y/N) can admit that much. He was always so sweet to her, letting her see behind the perpetually grumpy facade and see the soft-spoken, bighearted man he truly is.

“He still smoking?” 

Eddie scoffs “ ‘course.”

“ He promised me he’d try quitting.”

“ He did try, for like 5 hours.”

(Y/N) shakes her head in mock disappointment. “Tell him I am not happy with him. And also tell him I said hi.”

“ Tell him yourself. You can come by whenever. I’m sure you’ll have a lot on your plate while you’re here but he’d love to see you.”

The thought of going back to the trailer fills (Y/N) with a sense of dread. Not because there is anything bad tied to it. No, that’s the problem. All her best memories are connected to the trailer. It’s all happiness and love. The best of times. Going back would only make her face the brutal truth that it’s all over, forever and she can get none of it back. All that’s left of those times are memories and heartbreak.

“ I don’t know, Eddie. I don’t think that’s a good idea.” 

“Why not?” 

He asks the question with the innocence of a child. Someone who really doesn’t see the issue. Sometimes she wonders if he does it on purpose or if he really doesn’t get it. Did he move on so easily? Is this not ripping him apart the way it does her?

“Eddie, ex-partners don’t usually go around to visit their ex’s family for the holidays. It’s — it would be awkward.” 

She can tell he wants to say something. Can almost see it on the tip of his tongue before he swallows it down and nods in defeat.

“Yeah, you’re right. Sorry.”

The awkward silence is back. Worse than before because now there’s the inkling of guilt nagging away at her. Is she being too harsh? She doesn’t want to hurt or disappoint Eddie, and she’d definitely love to see Wayne. But is it worth it breaking her own heart in the process? Does she not get to be bitter still at the heartbreak and the whole mess Eddie created 4 years ago?

The welcome to Hawkins sign is almost invisible through the thick snowfall as they pass it. It’s weird coming home for the first time in 4 years after spending the last few Christmases on vacation with her parents somewhere. It feels good. Involuntarily, she glances to her left at the boy who, despite it all, still holds her heart in his palms. It feels good and it also feels extremely heartbreaking at the same time.

Static fills the car as the radio signal finally gives up and bows to the harsh winter winds.

"Ah shit, hey take a look in the glove box there's some cassette tapes. I think there's even a Christmas one." Eddie instructs, struggling to drive on the icy roads.

Cold fingers reach out to the glove compartment. The fact that the first thing she sees is a little bag of weed shouldn’t be surprising her, it still paints a little smile on her face though. 4 years but a blink. 

There are several tapes, Eddie’s chicken scratch writing indicating what’s on them. Iron Maiden. Sabbath. That one Beach Boys tape he doesn’t want anyone to know about. 

And then there’s the Christmas tape. It’s the only one he owns. She knows this because she made it for him after complaining that he didn’t have any Christmas music to listen to during the festive season. There’s a sticker of a sparkly gold star and another of a candy cane stuck to the case and in big red letters it proudly exclaims “Eddie and (Y/N)’s MiX-mas tape.” 

She thought she was so clever with that wordplay. If only that naive girl knew how things were gonna end up. 

Shaky hands push the cassette into the player. It takes a moment and then the smooth voice of Nat King Cole fills the silence with his rendition of O Come, All Ye Faithful.

This time she can’t suppress the smile. A memory flushes her brain that is too precious and too wholesome and too — important for her to ever stop herself from smiling at the thought of it. 

And it seems she’s not the only one. 

Eddie dares to glance her way and when he catches sight of her smile, he lets the corner of his lips arch upwards too.

“That was a good Christmas, wasn’t it? “

“ Are you kidding me? That was the best Christmas.” 

“What do you mean, Christmas is canceled? “

A gloomy mood rests over the entire trailer park. Families that had been so excited for the season's festivities, who had spent the last weeks barely getting by in order to save some money to be able to give their kids a happy Christmas, now sit inside their cold trailers with sad faces and heavy hearts.

“Power is out. Wayne and some of the neighbors have been trying to get the emergency generators going but those things are so damn old and no one ever comes around to check on them — you know, with us trailer park people being second-class citizens of Hawkins and all. I could maybe power my amp with that generator but that’s about it. Maybe a vinyl player. “

(Y/N) stands on the steps leading up to the Munson’s trailer, a cold dish of her mother’s casserole in her hand and a big silly red bow on top of her head. This isn’t what she had imagined the night to go. She was supposed to spend Christmas Eve with the Munsons. Watch White Christmas or Gremlins or Meet me in St. Louis while the casserole is in the oven. Maybe get a little tipsy on eggnog. Get a mistletoe kiss from her boyfriend and — if she’s really lucky a dance around the Christmas tree from Wayne. 

But this? This is just sad. A bunch of families who already struggle enough as it is, looking devastated and knowing that if the power doesn’t magically turn on again, not only will their Christmas eve be ruined but so will the rest of their festivities. No one’s gonna come check or repair anything tomorrow on Christmas day. Not for people at the trailer park.

“Well shit,” Wayne’s voice sounds from inside the trailer, “if the power is out that means the fridge is out. All those good steaks I bought can go straight to the trash. So much for treating ourselves for the holidays.” 

(Y/N) never believed in higher powers or miracles or any of that stuff but in that moment something shifts. And maybe it’s just a light bulb moment but it feels like a spark of something magical. An excitement that starts in her heart and spreads all throughout her body.

“Eds, the big BBQ grills out by the picnic tables still work, right?”

“Uh — yeah. Why ?”

The innocence and confusion and softness in his eyes remind her of a puppy dog. Oh, how she loves this boy and all his sweetness. She had a plan for tonight. It was supposed to be their magical Christmas eve and she’s not gonna let anything ruin that for her.

“Christmas is officially back on! Get the tinsel, some candles — oh, and your guitar.”

“My gui — what are you plotting here, babe?” 

“Do you trust me?” 

The fact that he doesn’t hesitate, not even for a second, sends her heart into a little frenzy. It really is them against the world. Against snow storms and power outages and every other obstacle there can possibly be.

“I do! So what’s the plan boss? “

Eddie never believed in higher powers or miracles or any of that stuff. And though he liked to get lost in fantastical stories of magical realms and creatures, he was well aware of the fact that true magic doesn’t exist. 

At least he thought so — until now. 

The trailer park is decked out in ribbon and bows, in tinsel and glitter, There is music flowing from a record player hooked to a generator and steaks sizzling on the grill. People are gathered around a campfire, warming their hands with mugs of hot cocoa. 

An ocean of candles and some battery-powered Christmas lights illuminate the whole place and the Mayfields even dragged their Christmas tree out of the trailer for everyone to gather around. 

There is magic, he thinks and lets his gaze move over the crowd of smiling faces where hours ago all he could see was heartbreak. It’s just not the magic they tell you about in fairytales and movies. It’s a feeling of belonging, of community, of love. 

And maybe, (Y/N) is a little bit magical herself.

“ Hey Rockstar, “ the enchantress in question slides up next to him leaning against his van. “ Think the crowd is asking for a song.” 

“ The crowd or you?”

“ Oh, definitely the crowd.” 

In the candlelight you might mistake her for an angel, Eddie thinks. All golden glow and loving eyes. Whatever it is he’s feeling for this girl, he’s never felt this way about anyone else. For a while it was terrifying. Like all new things. Even the good ones. It was unfamiliar. Strange.

He’s not so scared anymore. Not when she looks at him like this, all gentle and soft. No rough edges or sharp points. It might be time to be brave and let himself feel all the big feelings that used to scare him so much. He thinks the big feelings might just be worth it.

“Hey, what you did for all these people today was — I don’t really know how to say it. You’re just so wonderful and kind and — yeah I don’t know. “

Glove-covered hands take a hold of his face as a cold nose is pressed against his. “Whatever it is you’re feeling right now, I want you to know I feel the same. You don’t have to say it. I know. And I hope you know too.”

He does. Not a doubt in his mind.

“You saved Christmas, baby.” 

“I’m like a reverse Grinch. And judging by the color of your nose you might just be Rudolf. Go get your guitar and play us some tunes by the fire. Crowd is asking”

He places a kiss on her lips. She tastes like hot chocolate and peppermint candy canes. Christmas personified. And if he didn’t love her so much he’d think this is awfully cheesy. It is, he’s not going to deny it. But he likes cheesy if it involves her. 

"Alright. But just for the record, I’d play even if it was only you asking me to. I’ll do anything for you.” 

He’s well aware that what she asked for was some melodic tunes on his old dusty acoustic. Something peaceful and slow. And really, he appreciates a good acoustic song, he likes playing them too. But this isn’t where his heart is. It would truly be a disservice to all of humanity if he were to deny the people his electric rendition of O Come, All Ye Faithful. 

There have been noise complaints before, especially when he first got the electric guitar. He can’t really blame people either. It’s loud and he just gets so lost in his music sometimes he forgets there are people around who maybe don’t want to hear him play.

They all don’t seem so bothered now. Everyone has a smile painted on their face. The sadness is washed away, lost somewhere in the candlelight flicker and the crackling of the fire. 

Eddie never had a big family, hell for most of his life he didn’t have anyone worth being called a part of his family. Not until he got sent to live with Wayne. He wonders if this is what it feels like. This sense of belonging of being a part of something bigger. Even if this moment, like all moments before it, will pass and one day only be a memory, he got to be a part of it now and that means — everything.

His eyes meet Wayne’s across the fire, who gives him a friendly nod of his head and while it means nothing to everyone else, Eddie knows what it means. It’s “I’m proud of you, kid.” 

And when he moves his gaze to the right, towards where (Y/N) is bundled up in one of his big flannel jackets, sipping on a mug of hot chocolate, his heart feels lighter than it ever has. 

“I love you”, she mouths to him as the battery-powered Christmas lights dip her in hues of blues and reds, and greens. 

“ I love you too,” he mouths back. And it’s not scary at all. In fact, it is the easiest thing in the world. 

“You really did save Christmas that night!” 

“ Don’t be dramatic, Eddie. I just — I did what I could. You and Wayne and the neighbors helped too. It wasn’t just me. And the power came back on like 4 hours later so —” 

“ Doesn’t matter. You made everyone really happy that day. I still get asked to play a song every Christmas eve.” 

Eddie not only has a great smile, it’s also incredibly infectious. It makes you want to join in even if every particle of your body wants to fight it. A losing game. A fool’s war. 

“Well, I got Wayne to dance with me that night. My proudest moment, really.”

“Oh I know”

He gives her a look that’s hard to describe. It’s laced with a secret.

“What’s that look for ?” 

Shaking his head, Eddie sends his unruly curls moving. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it.” 

Right, cause saying that is the best way in getting people to not worry or be curious.

(Y/N) is just about to continue the conversation, to interrogate him a little more. To really get to the bottom of the look that has settled over his face, when the song switches to the next one.

And that one grabs a hold of her throat and slowly closes its iron fist, cutting off her air supply. 

Devoid of air, devoid of all feelings but heartache, the van suddenly feels like a cage. 

“I really like that song, turn it up — “

She doesn’t turn it up. Her hands don’t move from where they are tightly gripping the fabric of her pants. Clammy and cold like she has suddenly been plunged into a fever.

It’s not a sickness. Just a most horrible memory.

“The lamp is burnin' low upon my tabletop

The snow is softly falling

The air is still in the silence of my room

I hear your voice softly calling”

Gordon Lightfoot’s voice echoes through the halls of the (Y/L/N) family home. Mom must’ve changed the records having had enough of Dad’s rock Christmas compilation vinyl.

The house is packed with people, family and friends, and neighbors. All of them gathered here to celebrate the most wonderful time of the year. If things were different (Y/N)’s heart would be full of love and gratefulness. To see all her loved ones together. To have a house filled with laughter and joy. 

Instead, she finds herself leaning against the wall looking out of the window into the inky black night. Snow is falling softly making this whole scene feel like a cheesy Christmas movie. 

Only Christmas movies always have happy endings and there’s a stinging sensation in her heart that tells her this one might not. 

“Honey,” her mother’s warm gentle hand takes a hold of her shoulder “ the Lintons are here. You remember their daughter Mary? She went to college last year, wanna go have a chat with her? Let her tell you about what to expect? “

Just a few days ago she would’ve jumped at the chance. Excitement would have flooded her veins and dreams of a future filled her head. Only that future seems like a distant dream now. One made up by a silly little girl who believed in fairytales and happily ever afters. And a love that lasts forever.

“I uh — I’ll be there in a minute. Just wanna see if Eddie makes it or not.” 

“ Oh, he’s not here yet? “

No, mother. Obviously not. Otherwise would I be standing here like an idiot watching the window like a delusional child waiting for Santa to never come? 

“ Not yet. We — we had a fight. Not sure he’ll come by at all.” 

“Sweetheart, I'm so sorry. I’m sure you’ll figure it out though, you two always do.”

They do but things have never been this bad. He never said the things before he said that night last week. He has never looked at her like that either. 

“Have you tried calling him?”

Calling him? No, obviously not. That would feel like admitting to being wrong. And she isn’t wrong. She wasn’t wrong that night either. Is it so bad to wish for a future together? To hope and to dream of something magical? 

“Well maybe then we aren’t meant to last then. What do I know?!“

His words still sting. It stings worse to know he didn’t immediately regret them after they tumbled from his lips. 

“No.”

“Well, okay. Just come join us when you’re ready. And let me know if there is anything I can do.” 

Her mom pulls her into a warm hug. She smells like wine and cinnamon and jasmine perfume. She smells like mom and Christmas and for a second (Y/N) feels a spark of contentment. 

The spark diminishes the moment her mother leaves to go mingle with the rest of the guests. 

Then it’s just her and the night and the empty street and a heart shattered into a million pieces.

She goes through motions like a zombie. Greet guests, hugs, handshakes, smile and nod, eat, drink, give short but friendly answers, try not to fall apart, smile, hug, drink, watch the clock, look out the window, smile. Smile. Smile.

As the lock clicks into place, (Y/N) leans against the counter of the bathroom, hands gripping the fake marble countertop as if it’s the only thing keeping her afloat. Maybe it is.

It’s almost 10. Party started at 6. He knew. He knows. 

He’s not here and he probably won't be. 

Tears are threatening to fall. Gathering at her lower lashline, turning her eyes glassy. A knot builds in her throat, impossible to swallow. Maybe, she thinks, this is her heart making its way up her body to be thrown up and discarded. Ain’t usable anymore anyway.

Maybe it’s time to admit defeat. To pick up that stupid phone and call him. If not to bring him here at least to get closure. To know for sure he isn’t coming because he doesn’t want to and not because he lies bleeding in a ditch somewhere on the way to her house.

Wiping the tears and fixing her mascara, she makes her way to her room and picks up the phone. Eddie always makes fun of the lip-shaped phone but she loves the thing. Remembering them laughing about it makes her sick.

It rings once. Twice. Three times.

Then a Munson picks up. Not her Munson though.

Wayne’s sleep-laced voice croaks out a tired “hello?”.

She almost feels bad for waking him. But this isn’t her fault. Is it?

“Hi Wayne, sorry for waking you. I was just wondering if Eddie is home?”

“Uh, no sweetheart. Him and the boys are out I think at the Hideout? I’m not entirely sure. I think that’s the place he said.” 

One time, when she was just 5 years old, (Y/N) got a sparkly princess dress for Christmas. It was pink and full of glitter and sequins. She loved that thing. Wanted to wear it every day. Refused to take it off when they went to see her grandparents. So her parents let her. Actions and consequences. She wore that thing even when they went outside to play in the snow. She still remembers how fucking cold that was. It chilled her all the way to the bones.

Hearing Eddie choose to go out drinking instead of seeing her makes her feel a different kind of cold, but one that is just as chilling, just as all-consuming.

“Okay, yeah that must be it. Thank you, Wayne. Bye.” 

The click of the receiver as she puts it back down sounds deafening through the silence of her room.

Her cries are silent though, just tears. There’s hardly room to breathe in her lungs, let alone sob or scream. But then again, pain doesn’t have to be loud to be serious. 

20 minutes later she stands in the living room, some glass of non-alcoholic cranberry cocktail clutched in her hand. 

Mom’s record is on its 3rd or 4th loop because they keep putting the needle back to the beginning and no one bothers to change it.

She’s wearing the red crushed velvet dress that Eddie loves so much and she feels like a goddamn fool. 

But life keeps moving whether you're ready or not.

So she drinks and she eats and she hugs and she smiles. Only this time her eyes never wander over to the window. Not once. 

“Hey, why did you skip the song? I said I like it.” 

“Well I don’t” 

“You put it on there!” 

“Yeah 4 fucking years ago. Eddie this, “ she says and motions with her finger between the two of them “doesn’t change anything. You driving me home. Us reminiscing about the good old times. We’re not friends and I’m still angry at you.” 

“For what? Why are you angry at me? What did I do?”

He says it with such absolute disbelief and confusion. As if he really doesn’t know. 

Does he really not know? 

“Eddie, you broke up with me. For absolutely no reason. “

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh come on now. Don’t play dumb. We had this stupid fight about college and how I wanted to help you with your grades so you could graduate and you blocked me out completely. And every time I talked about our future you got all pissy.”

“ Because I was embarrassed!” 

“I get that I really do. But I was so understanding and you just brushed it off like our plans didn’t mean shit to you. And then you broke up with me.”

“What are you talking about? I never broke up with you! You broke up with me!” 

He combs his fingers through his hair with irritation written all over his face. What the fuck does he mean? She wasn’t the one breaking up. He was! 

He was …. right ?! 

“ You literally said and I quote ‘Well maybe we aren’t meant to last then. What do I know?!’“

“Yeah, I was talking out of my ass. I was frustrated and sad and angry but not at you. At myself. And I never broke up with you.” 

It’s like the earth shifts. Tectonic plates crashing into each other, shaking everything up, plunging the world into chaos. Her world at least. Everything she thought she knew about him and her and them now seems like a maybe — a perhaps.

“Then why didn’t you show up at my family’s Christmas party? I asked you to come.”

“And then in the car after our fight, you said not to bother.”

“Because I thought you had broken up with me.” 

“And then I woke up to a box of my things on the steps of the trailer.” 

“It’s the most wonderful time of the year !” 

“Oh for fucks sake.” 

“It's the hap-happiest season of all”

It was supposed to be. Only it fucking isn’t.

They were supposed to be driving to lovers lake and meet up with some friends, go ice skating, have a good time, and be a loving couple.

It wasn’t supposed to end up with her head leaning against the car window, watching the snow flurry outside and wiping away tears in a way that she thinks he doesn’t notice.

He notices. And he hates himself for making her cry in the first place.

“I don’t understand why you’re being so weird about this. I just want to help you, Eds. I have this whole plan set up on how to get your grades back on track. But I need you to work for it. If that is too much to ask then — I don’t know.” 

“ No, go ahead. Say it! ” 

“ I don’t know what you mean.” 

“If it’s too much to ask then I will just end up not graduating and all our perfect plans will be ruined.” 

“I never said that”

He knows he is being unfair. It’s not her fault. In fact, it is entirely his own. He’s awfully aware of this and maybe that’s the whole point. This is on him and she should not be the one having to bear his luggage. They’re just 18, it’s too much of him to ask her to deal with his issues, save him from his own demons.

Nevertheless, it sucks. So bad. 

That future she was talking about, dreaming of, he wants that too. More than anything. But it was always too good to be true. Dreams like that aren’t for a boy like him.

He’s not gonna graduate this year, no matter how many study plans and extra work and confidence she puts in. He’s the king of lost causes. Everyone knows. Maybe it’s time for her to realize it too. 

She will stay. For him. Wait a whole year. Put her life on pause. All just for little old him who doesn’t deserve it. Only to what? Realize next year that all that confidence and trust was utterly misplaced.

“You don’t have to say it for it to be true.” 

“Why are you being so unkind? I’m trying to help you.”

“Well stop trying! It’s not going to work out.” 

She’s quiet for a moment and it just about kills him. This isn’t about her or them even. She has to know this, right? That he appreciates her and everything she does. It’s just — useless.

“This as in you graduating or this as in us? “

He hates where this conversation is going. He never meant for it to go there. He loves this girl, he doesn’t want this to end. 

But this stupid self-destructive part of him just can’t seem to shut up. It’s like the devil on his shoulder has completely smothered the angel and is whispering all the wrong things into Eddie’s ear. 

“The graduating part but maybe —”

“Don’t. Don’t even finish that sentence. What about our plans? What about being meant for each other?”

Shut the fuck up. His mind is screaming at him to just keep his mouth shut. To pull over and kiss her stupid and tell her that they are meant to be together. That she is it for him. Now and then and forever. But the reality of it all is that she deserves so much better. And his demons scream louder than his heart beats. 

“Well, maybe we aren’t meant to last then. What do I know?!”

Never in his life will he forget the way she looks at him then. Utter betrayal floods her eyes. Disappointment. Heartbreak. He hates himself for doing this. Why can’t he ever keep the good things in his life? Why must he always mess things up? No wonder everyone leaves. He wouldn’t stay either. The self-sabotaging mess that he is.

“You been thinking about this for a while? Us?”

“ No, of course not. “

“Then why are you saying these things all of a sudden?”

“I don’t know, okay? I don’t know (Y/N).” 

It’s the first time he’s ever raised his voice at her and it feels disgusting. Vile. If only he could be like the heroes or magicians in his favorite stories. Brave and strong and maybe possess the magic to change the past or travel back. Back to when things were good and he was able to push his demons back into the furthest corner of his mind. 

“Well, my mom’s Christmas party is this weekend so you better figure it out, or don’t bother showing up. Let me out here.” 

“ It’s snowing.”

“Eddie, let me the fuck out. My house is just down the street. I can literally see it from here.” 

He drives alongside her all the way to her door. She doesn’t look back at him. Not a glance. Nothing.

“It’s good like this. You don’t deserve her anyway.” 

He wonders if the devil on his shoulder is truly louder or if the angel is just agreeing with him. 

“It's the most wonderful time

Yes the most wonderful time

Oh the most wonderful time

Of the year”

“Oh fuck off, Andy!” 

Disgusting. He feels disgusting. Disgusting and sad.

There’s a Christmas party going on right now that he’s supposed to be at. But she doesn’t want him there. Not like this. A guy who can’t even graduate from high school. Who will only hold her back? 

He’s sad and drunk. Wayne thinks he’s at the hideout with friends when in reality he just drove his van down the snowy roads of Hawkins, going all over the place except her street. Because he’s scared of what he might see. 

It would’ve been so easy to just take another right turn and knock on her door and say sorry. But what if by now she realized how much better off she is without him? 

So he doesn’t show up. Instead, he drives back home, parks the van behind the trailer and gets drunk. And because he is a huge masochist and loves hurting himself, he puts on the Christmas tape she made for him.

“Ding Dong. Ding dong. It’s the most — “

“Ding dong. Ding dong. Shut the fuck up, Andy!” 

It’s all too much. The songs and the weather and the heartbreak and the self-pity.

Slowly he drags himself out of the van and up the trailer stairs. His feet feel heavy, his heart even heavier.

A wave of warmth engulfs him suddenly as the door swings open. Wayne looks less than excited to see him. Why would he be? If he weren’t so drunk, maybe Eddie would notice the softness in the man’s eyes. The concern edged onto his face.

“Kid, you okay?”

“Just peachy, uncle Wayne.”

“Mmh. Well (Y/N) called asking for you.”

It feels like a bucket of cold water being poured over his head and suddenly all the haze of the alcohol is gone. She called. She cares. Oh god, she still cares.

“What did she say?”

“Not much. Just asked if you’re home.”

“And what did you tell her?” 

“The truth. That you’re out with the boys.”

“Ah shit Wayne, what’d you do that for?”

“What? What was I supposed to do? Lie?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m not going to do that. What is going on, Eddie?”

A shuddered breath leaves Eddie’s lips.

“We had a fight. A bad one. I messed things up. I gotta go see her. Shit, I gotta fix this.”

Wayne reaches out and grabs a hold of Eddie’s jacket, pulling him into the warm trailer.

“You’re not going anywhere, kid. You’re drunk. I sure am not gonna let you drive in this state. Go to bed, get a good night's sleep, and tomorrow morning you can drive over and fix it. And you need a goddamn shower.” 

He falls asleep at 4am. Wakes up at 6. He has a whole speech prepared. Starting with I’m sorry and ending with I love you. He takes a shower, gets dressed. He even wears the sweater she likes so much. 

And as he pulls open the door he is greeted by a box of his stuff sitting on the steps of the trailer. 

“So we both thought the other broke up and actually neither of us wanted to actually break up?”

“God, what a mess, Eddie.”

She’s not sure if she wants to laugh or cry. It’s all too much. Her heart is beating too fast. Her mind is racing. 

“What do we do now?”

“Nothing, Eds. It’s been 4 years. What does it matter now?”

Everything. It matters and it changes everything but admitting that is scary. 

Eddie pulls up the gravel driveway of her childhood home. Two heavy hearts and a million unsaid words fill the car as she grabs the door handle.

“Is this goodbye again?”

“Neither of us said goodbye last time.”

He lets out a humorless chuckle.

“You have a point. First time for everything, huh?”

A stinging sensation starts behind her eyes, pushing the tears to the brink, as she steps out of the car and out into the harsh winter winds.

“Goodnight, Eddie.”

“Hey, (Y/N)” He calls out as she drags her suitcase up the steps of the house.

“Yeah?”

“Just for the record. Even if it doesn’t change anything. I still love you. It matters a lot to me that you didn’t want us to end either.” 

He doesn’t know what hurts more. The fact that she nods or watching her walk away and close the door behind her.

She didn’t say goodbye this time either.

Oh, holy shit — she didn’t say goodbye!

“What’s this?” 

(Y/N)’s mom sits at the kitchen counter, a mug of coffee in hand and a mischievous smile on her face. It’s way too early for any of her shenanigans even if they come in the form of a vinyl record wrapped in a big red bow.

“Don’t know. It was there this morning when I opened the door. Right there on our front porch. Looks like a record to me though.”

“You know who left it?”

“No,” mom shrugs and points to the record resting on the kitchen table. “There’s a letter though.” 

It’s a small blue envelope and her name is written on it in a chicken scratch she immediately recognizes. At least it’s still shut which means her mother hasn’t peaked inside and studied all the contents of the letter.

“When did he bring this?” 

Her mom denies everything. Even goes as far as throwing her an “I don’t know what you mean”. What she doesn’t account for, is the fact that she is a horrible liar. Truly abysmal.

“Of course you don’t. Well, I'm gonna go upstairs and read this. In peace!” 

Her mother’s laughter follows her all the way up until she closes the door to her childhood bedroom and drops down onto her bed. 

A beehived Brenda Lee smiles back at (Y/N) from the cover of the vinyl record, a present clutched in her hand and a Christmas tree sparkling in the background. 

Why he chose that specific record, she has no clue.

With shaky fingers, she opens and unfolds the letter. Eddie used to do this a lot back when they were together. Leave her letters and notes. She thought it was very old school and very romantic at the same time. Something poetic and artistic about it. Where he wasn’t good at saying the words out loud, he was quite the phenomenal writer.

“(Y/N),

let me start by saying I’m sorry. That’s also what I wanted to tell you that night of the party — and the morning after. I should’ve. I should’ve fought for us and told you how I felt even when I thought we were over. I just never felt like I really deserved you and some fucked up part of my brain made me believe that sooner or later you’d realize that too. I guess I thought it was easier this way. Like ripping off a bandaid. It wasn’t easy. Not even a little bit. That part of me is still there, I doubt it will ever go away. But I am better now. I like to think I have matured but Wayne says I just lost a bit of my stupid in the last few years. I graduated! Crazy I know. I have a job now too. And while I will never be the smartest person in any room, I like to believe I made something of myself. You still deserve better but I hope that maybe this version of me can be enough.

I understand if this changes nothing for you but it changes everything for me. I still love you as much as the moment I saw you fall down the ladder, or kissed you in the snow, or watched you save Christmas. 

I knew we were gonna be forever when I watched you across the trailer park, illuminated by candles and Christmas lights. You were dancing with Wayne! It’s the first and only time I’ve ever seen him dance. Both of you were laughing and life just felt like a movie or a song or both. 

Brenda Lee was playing in the back and I knew I loved you then and I would love you forever. You were my family then and you always will be.

Now I’m not expecting you to come running back into my arms and start back up where we left it but if you find the time in your busy schedule to come see me during your holiday visit, that would mean the world to me. 

Maybe listen to some Christmas tunes.

And even if you don’t I just wanted you to know that my favorite Christmas gift was you. Every year that we were together, it was always you.

I love you (still)

Eddie. “ 

A frantic knock sounds from the front door of the trailer and shakes Eddie from his nap on the couch. After not being able to sleep at all last night he must’ve dozed off somewhere between the morning cartoons and the breakfast TV.

He really needs to get Wayne one of those big ass keychains that you can clip to your jeans or something. That man forgets his keys at least 3 times a day.

“I’m coming, geez. Wayne, you really gotta — You’re not Wayne!” 

She regards him with a smile and that special spark of magic in her eyes. The one he hasn’t seen in 4 years. The one he so desperately missed.

“Well, I hope not. Otherwise what I’m about to do would be pretty weird.” 

“What are you — “

But he doesn’t get the chance to finish his sentence when her lips meet his in a kiss. It’s sweet and chaotic and rushed and soft. Familiar and nostalgic. She feels so cold against his warm skin but she still tastes like peppermint and smells like winter.

“ So, “ she says as she pulls away from the kiss, just barely but enough to take a breath. “ wanna listen to some tunes?”

The Brenda Lee vinyl is clutched in her hand as she bites her lip in anticipation.

As if there’s a chance he’d ever say no. 

“There’s nothing in this world I’d rather do.” 

[dykevanny]

Me: "Wow Vanessa, that red color looks great on you! Btw, where did you get all that red dye from anyway?"

Vanessa, covered in blood and standing in front of my view of a dead body: "uhhhh.... Walmart?"

she got it with a discount from the glamrock beauty salon don’t think abt it too much

[heymomhowdoi]

Hey Mom: How Do I Get Ready For Prom?

Where Can I Get A Prom Dress?

Prom dresses are everywhere it seems: from bridal shops, to second hand clothing stores. If you are looking to wear a dress to prom, you have a few options: you can thrift a dress, buy one new, rent a dress, or even make one yourself!

If you're looking to buy one new, oftentimes you can find them at bridal salons. Go with some friends or a trusted adult and try on some gowns! The prices for these dresses might be a bit high, and if you're paying for it yourself, you might want to see if the store has the option to use a payment plan. This will allow you to pay off your dress in increments.

Some stores also allow for renting prom dresses, which is a lot cheaper. Maybe look around and see which stores allow for renting. This means you are allowed to take the dress, but you have to return it by a certain date, kind of like a library book!

If you're looking to make your own dress, head on down to your local sewing/craft shop, like JoAnns or Michaels, and see what patterns they have. My local JoAnns has a large filing cabinet filled with both old and new Simplicity patterns, so you never know what you'll find. Pick out a nice fabric (or two) and the supplies you will need to bring your creation together. I'd also suggest getting a sewing dummy, to make things easier.

With dresses, there are many different silhouettes to choose from, all of which look very different on different body types. Here's a good chart to get a feel for what kind of dress you might want to look for depending on your body type. I found this on my Pinterest ages ago, and I keep it saved for sewing projects. However, feel free to wear whatever you feel you look good in!

Makeup

Now, there are two avenues which can be used to do prom makeup: either you can get it done professionally, or do it yourself. If you choose the professional route, you're going to want to call months in advance to see if they can squeeze you in. If you're out of luck, you'll want to learn how to do it yourself.

There are so many makeup tutorials on Youtube that can help you with this dilemma, so feel free to check those out. I will be updating this post when I am finally able to do my own makeup tutorial. But for now, I can give some simple pointers: use a good primer on your face before you do anything, make sure that your concealer and foundation match your skintone (your concealer should be 1-2 shades lighter), make sure the eyeshadow you use is either a nude (skin) tone, or the color of your suit/dress, and a little makeup goes a long way!

Here's a few good tutorials for prom makeup (thank you to all these creators and artists for making videos):

Hair

Prom hair is one of those things where it keeps waxing and waning on whether it should be elaborate or not. Current trends seem to be waning towards a more simple look trend, while back in the 90's and mid 2010s, prom hair was extravagant, wild, and down right intricate. Thankfully, we're not in that era at all anymore, and a lot of looks can be done at home.

However, if you want a professional to do your hair, book an appointment the day of prom with a stylist! Make sure you do so in advance, though. Some hair dressers might allow last minute appointments, but make sure they are able to see you the day of prom.

Nails

For a number of people, pre-prom prep comes with a mani-pedi, in which they get their nails done. In order to get this straightened out, you can either book an appointment with a nail salon, or do them yourself! Here is a lovely article from ELLE Magazine as to what to expect from a nail appointment.

If you don't want to go to the nail salon, or they are booked right now, go to your local beauty store/Walmart/Dollar Store and find a polish the color of your ensemble. If you ensemble has multiple colors, pick one of the complimentary ones included in your dress/tux and go from there. When applying nail polish, only apply 3 swipes of the brush. Anything less might be too sheer, anything beyond that will look gummy or too thick. Set with a nail protective coat and voila! Add some nail gems or a glitter top coat if you're looking to dazzle!

Pre-Prom Activities (Dinner, Limo, etc).

A number of people who go to prom with a group tend to go out to eat beforehand, and/or ride in a limo to prom. If this is your plan, check your local restaurants to see if you can book a reservation for the night of prom, specifically 1-2 hours beforehand depending how far it is from the venue. This will allow for proper travel time after dinner to make it to the party on time!

Limos are a different deal altogether: I'd suggest asking a parent for permission and then going from there. After your wish is okay'd by a guardian, check out where your nearest limo rental company is and give them a ring. The dealership will be able to help from there on out.

If you have a date, you might be expected to buy them a corsage (if you're AMAB) or a boutonniere (if you're AFAB). A corsage is a wristlet that has flowers on it. A boutonniere is a little bundle of flowers that is pinned to the lapel of a suit. You can pre-order these at a local florist, or buy artificial ones at craft stores. If you want to make your own, here's a tutorial on how to do that. Here's a resource on boutonnieres.

And there you have it! Prom can be so fun once all the stress is over with. I hope you have fun at the party, but please come home safely and do not drink and drive. Mom will be waiting up for you with a hot cup of tea, excited to hear about what happened there! Love, Mom.

[dollsonmain]

Looks like I should expect blind box doll and a Walmart Beauty Box tomorrow.

I need to find some sort of inexpensive subscription service to tie to my CC so my rating doesn't go up and down on months that I'm not using my card. Kind of don't want to, though, since I don't really earn much.

I actually earn more from pony salon if I work fast and commissions are consistent. I'm not fast, now, and most people say they'll send something to work on then don't.

That's not a problem, people change their minds, and that's fine. I actually had someone contact me worried about maybe changing their mind later because they expected me to charge a cancellation fee but I don't do that. It's a hobby. If it doesn't earn money that's fine.

[mint-moon25]

THE - WHARF - FUTURE - 10 FLOORS - BLDG

FRONT - OF - UGLY - MIAMI - RIVER

HARVARD - LAW

BRINGING - 2 - COURT - THE - WHARF - AND

TRAINS - NEXT - 2 - WALMART - EXIT

NORTHSIDE - BOTH - BUSINESS AND

MIAMI - POLICE - VIOLATED - FL LAW - DAILY

BUSINESSES

ANY - LOUD - NOISE - COMING - OUT

$1,000 - MAX - $5,000 - THE - WHARF

DID - THAT - NO - FINES - GIVEN YES

MIAMI - POLICE - MALES - JUST

STOOD - THERE - DOING - NOTHING

MAX - OF - $15,000

HARVARD - LAW - FINING - THEM

DAILY - THEIR - OPENING HOURS

ONLY - HOMELESS - LOOSERS

WAY - 2 - GET - RID - OF - THEM

GO - 2 - LITTLE - HAVANA

MALE - PINOY - BORN - IN - USA

MORE - SPANISH - AND CHINESE

HARRASSED - ME

SAID - ‘CALL - YOURSELF PINOY’

CALL - YOURSELF - MAN - BORN

IN - PHILIPPINES

THEN - GOT - HIS - CIGARETTE

AND - PUT - HOLE - ON - MY YES

SMALL - BAGS - INSIDE - ROSS

DRESS - 4 - LESS

POLICE - TOLD - ME - A - MAN

WAS - KNIFED - FINDING HIM

PROBABLY - HIM

I - SCREAMED - NO - MAN

HELPED - ME - LOTS OF CARS

BUSINESS - OPEN - DIDN’T

HELP - ME

2ND - AMENDMENT

SHOOTING - HIS - THIGHS 

BUTTOCK - APPENDIX WAS

SOLUTION

BIBLE - KOREAN - GIRLS

‘THOSE - WHO - ENDURE - 2 - THE 

END - WILL - INHERIT - ALL THINGS’

2% - ASIANS - IN - MIAMI

KOREAN - BORN - IN - MIAMI - BAD

NEWS - NO - BRA - THEIR - ‘N’ - YES

SHOWING - ILLEGAL

NO - POLICE - GAVE - HER - TICKET

INDECENT - EXPOSURE

$800 - NAKED - BUTTS - SPRING

BREAK

TRAINS - SUPERNATURAL - SOUNDS

EXTREMELY - LOUD - EVERY - HOUR

$15,000 - MAX - FINE - EACH - TRIP

HARVARD - LAW - GIVING - THEM

WHAT - ARE - THEY - TRANSPORTING

CHEAPER - WITH - UPS - FEDEX - TO

TRANSPORT

HARVARD - LAW

CRIMINAL - CHARGES - $15,000 - PER

HOUR - LOUDEST - SOUNDS

WE’RE - DISAPPEARING - THESE 

TRAINS - 1 MIN - TOKYO - MALE

SCIENTISTS - BRINGING - BACK

TRAINS - DEFEATING - $$$$ - EXTREME

PRICES - AMTRACK

BRIGHTLINE - THEIR - TRAINS - ALSO

SLIGHTLY - EXPENSIVE

WEST - PALM - BEACH

ORLANDO - FLORIDA 2

BUYING - THOSE - TRAIN - RAILROADS

YOU - KNOW - METRORAIL - $2.25 - EA

WAY - IT - STOPS - IN - FRONT - OF

WALMART - BUYING - THAT - WALMART

DISAPPEAR - 1 MIN

3 FLOORS - BUFFET - UNLIMITED - FREE

ESCALATORS - MAKE - THAT - 5 FLOORS

BUYING - THAT - ROSS DRESS - 4 - LESS

DD’s - DISCOUNTS - BUYING - THAT ALSO

THE - TRAIN - ENDS - THERE

THE - TREES - AREA - MAKING - WERE 2

WAIT - AIR CONDITIONED - CAFES - LIKE

FREE - FOOD - AS - THEY - WAIT - 4 - THE

NEW - FASTER - THAN - BULLET - TRAINS

EUROPEAN

CALLING - THOSE - TRAINS

ITZY - HELLO KITTY

AESPA - CHARLIE - BROWN

BARBIE - WORLD

KIDS - FREE - SENIORS - FREE - MILITARY

WORLD - LOCAL - FREE

AGAIN - 1ST - AMENDMENT

‘FREE EXERCISE - THEREOF OF RELIGION’

APP - SPEAK - TONGUES - 2 - ACCESS

APP - SCHEDULES

TICKETS 

AGE 13 - 17

$0.10 - DIME

AGE 18 - 25

$0.25 - QUARTER

AGE 26 - 45

$0.35 

AGE 46 - 64

$0.45

SENIORS - AGE 65 - AND - OLDER

ITZY - HELLO KITTY - GROCERY

AND - SHOPS - CAFES OTHERS

ABOVE - WITH - HUGE - PROMO

KOREAN - ASIAN - STARS

PROMOTING - PRODUCTS THAT

WORK - AND - LIKE - YES STYLE

ITZY - COSMETICS - SKIN CARE

MEMBERSHIP - FREE - 2 - GET

DISCOUNTS - REGISTER THEIR

SKIN - COLOR - CONDITION

SUPER - DRY - SUPER - OILY

ITZY - HELLO - KITTY - BEAUTY

SALON - 24/7 - DAILY - HOLIDAYS

DEADLY - HURRICANES ALWAYS

OPEN - LOVE ALEXANDRA OLSEN

ALEX - ADORED - FULL - SCALP

TREATMENT - WE - WILL - OFFER

THAT - SO - PRACTICING - WITH

MY - SMALL - PINK - 4 - TABLET

ELEVATION - OF - 5.7 INCH BUT

SLANTED - HP - LAPTOP - 14 IN

IT - FEELS - GOOD - I - WANT - 2

TYPE - MORE

ABOUT - THE - MAGNETIC STICK

I - FEEL - THAT’s - WHEN U HATE

YOUR - LAPTOP - HATE - YOUR

SMARTPHONE - MY ROSE GOLD

HP - 14 INCH - WHEN - MAKING

MORE - MONEY - 4 - PERSONAL

BUSINESS - USE - OVER - $329

THOUGHT - OF - ANYTHING YES

STUCK - 2 - IT - UNTHINKABLE

ALSO - MY - EXPENSIVE - YES

ANDROID 14 - SAMSUNG GALAXY

ULTRA - S PEN - JUST - STICKING

ANYTHING 2 - MAKE MAGNETIC 2

APPALING - NO - WAY - OTHER

BENDABLE - GADGET - 4 - TEL - 2

GOOD - ENOUGH - OVER - $16

LIKE - THE - FEEL OF ELEVATED

VERY - NICE - BECAUSE - JUST

REGULAR - LAPTOP - TYPING AT

MY - HUGE - LENGTH - LIKE - YES

VELOUR - ACTUALLY - HURTING

MY - WRIST - BECAUSE ITS TRUE

ON - THE - LAPTOP - EDGE - THE

ONLY - PLACE - IT - CAN - BE

SO - WRIST - HURTS - MAJOR

I - CAN - ANGLE - IT - SO NOW

MY - ARMS - ARE - AT - VELOUR

PURPLISH - FEELS - BETTER

BUT - MY - WRIST - STILL YES

HITS - THE - LAPTOP - NOW MY

ARMS - ARE - SLIGHTLY - TIRED

SO - SILVER - CHEAPEST - YES

LAPTOP - STAND - 5.7 INCHES

BUT - SLANTED - WILL - WORK

OTHERS - USING - ANOTHER

KEYBOARD - ART - TABLET 2

DRAW - THE - LOWER BACK

DOES - HURT - EASY - 2 YES

ASSEMBLE - MANY - WAYS 2

ADJUST - BUT - I - LIKE - THE

COMPATIBLE - KEYBOARD - 2

DOES - BUY - THE - MAGNET

STICK - WHEN - U - HATE YES

BOTH - LAPTOP - SMARTPHONE

AMAZON - PRIME - ENJOY - HUB

LOCKER - AMAZING - PRICES - 2

[https-chaos]

there's a parking lot in my town which contains a walmart, gas station, aldi, goodwill, petco, tj maxx, marshall's, white castle, an indie cafe, culver's, ross, verizon store, great clips, european wax center, kay jewelry, great clips, pizza hut, jersey mike's, a dentist office, potbelly, mattress firm, chase bank, immediate care, pepboys, nail salon, chipotle, smoothie king, mod pizza, autozone, discount tire, at&t store, pot shop, and a bankruptcy firm. that's 33 businesses in one parking lot, which is half a mile long and a quarter mile deep.

my town has dozens of these mega parking lots with 30-40 businesses in them. we have the target parking lot, the meijer parking lot, the costco parking lot, the jewel parking lot, the j.c. penney parking lot... even the high school shares a massive parking lot with several chain restaurants, a car wash, the beauty school, and a strip mall of random small stores.

i'm pretty sure these only exist in towns where it's illegal to put businesses on the same street as single family homes, because besides the one road full of every single business in town, rest is streets and streets of single family homes and almost no businesses. why can't we just spread these businesses out through the neighborhood instead of having horrifying parking lots and making it impossible not to have a car. please i just want to walk places. it would take me 2 hours to get to that parking lot on foot but it's a 10 minute drive. build apartment buildings in the empty lot next to it let me live right there. what are we doing here

[marykate2321]

Smooth and Natural: Home Sugar Waxing for Hair-Free Skin

Introduction There are numerous techniques available to achieve smooth, hair-free skin, each with their own advantages and disadvantages. Sugar waxing is one increasingly well-liked alternative that combines efficiency, all-natural ingredients, and practicality. A sugar waxing kit could be your ticket to beautiful skin at home if you're sick of going to salons or using creams that contain chemicals. Why do sugar waxes? Sugaring, commonly referred to as sugar waxing, is a hair removal method that has been used for generations. In contrast to conventional waxing, which employs wax manufactured of resin, sugar wax is created using only natural components, most frequently sugar, water, and lemon juice. This mild yet powerful mixture sticks just to the hair and not the skin, lessening the possibility of irritation and the discomfort related to hair removal. The Advantages of Home Sugaring Natural Ingredients The utilization of natural substances is one of sugar waxing's biggest benefits. If you like to stay away from synthetic chemicals and additives, sugar waxing is the ideal solution for you. Knowing that you're not exposing your skin to abrasive materials will give you piece of mind. Less Annoyance Compared to regular wax, which frequently contains resins and synthetic fragrances that can cause redness, itching, and even allergic responses, sugar wax has a lower propensity to irritate skin. Minimum Required Hair Length Sugaring can be used on shorter hair, as contrast to waxing, which requires longer hair growth for effective removal. In order to maintain your ideal smoothness consistently, you won't need to wait as long between treatments. Simple Cleanup After a sugaring session, cleanup is a snap. Sugar wax dissolves in water, so you can easily wash away any leftovers with warm water. There is no lingering soreness or sticky mess. Where to Start with Home-Based Sugaring A sugar wax kit is the ideal place to start if you're interested in sugaring at home. These starter kits provide everything you need to start your adventure of hair removal: The kit's centerpiece, the sugar paste, is ready to use and specially prepared for effective hair removal. The ideal proportions of sugar, water, and lemon juice are used to create it, assuring the proper consistency for effective application. Applicators The majority of kits include applicators or spatulas that are intended to apply sugar paste to your skin precisely and mess-free Cloth Strips Some kits include with cloth strips that are used to remove both the unwanted hair and the sugar paste. These strips are environmentally beneficial because they can be washed and reused. Instructions: Sugar waxing kits frequently include thorough instructions that make it easy to follow the procedure even if you're a newbie. Where to Buy Kits for Sugar Waxing You might be asking where to buy sugar wax handy kits now that you're anxious to try sugaring at home. Thankfully, kits for sugar waxing are easily accessible both online and in some boutique cosmetic shops. There are several options available from online markets like Amazon, Walmart, and specialty beauty Websites. For the best results, look for kits that have good customer ratings, detailed instructions, and high-quality sugar paste. Conclusion Adopting a natural hair removal technique, such as sugar waxing, can revolutionize your skincare regimen. You may say goodbye to salon visits and harsh chemical-filled products by sugaring at home with the ease of simple-to-use kits. Discover the gentle power of sugar waxing and enjoy the beautiful, luminous skin it gives you. Say goodbye to unwanted hair and hello to a natural, environmentally friendly hair removal method.

[sensibledecay]

i’ve been ravaging my fingernails, my cuticles, and the skin on my fingers since before i can remember. as a child, my mother yelled at me and begged me and punished me to try and kick this habit. for a couple months in elementary school, she painted my fingernails twice a week as incentive not to pick. the iridescent purple flakes looked prettier strewn across my bedroom carpet. she took me to the nail salon a few times when i was young. that kind of worked, except they never did my nails right, and i always hated how they looked. one week in middle school, she made me wear finger sleeves on my thumbs, the target of my most frenzied flesh-tearing. i still sometimes notice the odd shape of my thumbs and wonder if i damaged them when i was young. after enough punishment and humiliation, my mother and i finally found a solution that worked for both of us. every two weeks, i glued fake nails to my fingers, glue and nails found at the end of the makeup section in the walmart down the street. twelve when i first started this ritual, doing my nails became a built-in part of my beauty routine. i was known for always having fun nails, honing the gluing process over time to extend each set’s lifespan from two to almost five weeks, depending on how much i used my hands. for the rest of middle school and all of high school, my friends would pull the nail glue out of my bag and superglue their fingers together, or my laptop to the desk, or write in glue on their notebooks. many a time, i would lose a nail on the walk to class and trek back through the halls, examining the floor for the shard of plastic. when i finally got the gluing process down to a science, my nail choices became increasingly funky. i’ve opted for a long coffin style since i was maybe sixteen, only deviating for a can’t-miss stiletto design. always long, always ornate. the nails didn’t get any shorter in my two-and-a-half year relationship with a woman, and many a joke was made about my nails being the straightest thing about me. however, i never really kicked the habit of picking at the skin around my nails. anyone who knows me well can tell how stressful my week has been from how intact my finger skin is, with especially bloodied picking-sprees a common occurrence when i don’t have anything else to do with my frantic hands. when i was little, i really believed that i’d grow out of this habit at some point, but every time i take off my nails to change them, i bite off the new growth immediately. i tear at the dry edges of my skin and peel until i’m bleeding, not noticing until i look down from the tv. i glue lost nails back into place immediately, unable to resist the opportunity to rip my nails apart otherwise. recently, i had to remove my nails for a surgery, told that they would interfere with some kind of pulse tracking machine. in the twenty-four hours that i could use my fingertips, it felt like sensations were enhanced tenfold. by the end of the day, my fingertips were sore from overuse, probably because the skin has barely been touched for ten years. despite the joy of typing with upright fingers and being able to nimbly button my pants, i missed my nails. i tore at the skin on my fingers more that day than in months. my real nails were too sharp, and too bendy, and i couldn’t scratch properly, or run my fingers through my hair without making it dirty. i realized my body was so used to having long nails that i would stop short of scratching my face. it’s been about two weeks now, and the skin on my fingers is all healed. i still idly pick at the dry spots, but the clear, pearl-adorned coffin nails on each finger can’t make cuts as efficiently as the nails below them. for some reason, i always thought this anxious habit would melt away with age, but i guess i’ve just put a permanent sleeve on each finger this whole time, letting my bouncing legs and twisting rings take the place of my bloodied cuticles.

[espies-galaxy]

5 Affordable Beauty Products This Month

Dear World,

We live in a time where many men and women obsess over appearance. I will not lie, I am one who loves to look and feel pretty all the time. So since some pretty cool products are expensive, I decided I would try out Ipsy. Ipsy is a monthly subscription services that charges $10 per month and sends 4-5 sample products to your address in a small bag that has a different design every month. These bag designs change and what you receive every month changes, the products can range from make up to skin care and all personalized just for you.

This month I received some products that I am just absolutely obsessed with, so I figured I share with all of you!

1. Rodial: Smokey Eye Pen in Black

Personally, I have never tried smokey eyes because I have very small eyes and never thought it would work. Well, I got it and felt adventurous and it turns out that it does look super amazing and that even small eyes can be smokey. As for the product, it is very smooth to put on and easy to blend out to make it smokey. It lasts quite a while which is even better especially for special events.

You can order this online from Rodial US (make sure it is US because they have a UK shipping place too.) It is a bit pricey at $21.00 but you do not need a lot to make it work and it is not an everyday make-up style.

2. Jersey Shore Cosmetics: Mongongo Lip Conditioner in Vanilla Coconut Cream

Being on a medication that makes everything super dry especially my lips I was super excited to have received this. It does not clump or make it look like just your lips are sweating, which is nice because much like no one likes lotions that make them look and feel greasy, I am pretty sure no one likes chapsticks that are the same way. On the website to order it, you have the choice of .15 oz tube or .25 oz tube along with other flavors(?)!

You can order this from the Jersey Shore Cosmetics website and this is not to bad for a good quality chapstick at $10.00 a tube.

3. It: 12-In-One Amazing Leave-In Treatment

I will make this product short and sweet. This is for sure something I will buy again it makes your hair smell and feel like when you have just left the salon and I know I cannot possibly be the only to like that.

You can get this product on Amazon for $11.94 a bottle before shipping.

4. LORD&BERRY: 20100 Maximatte Limited Edition

I am deeply in love with the color of this lipstick! Since I have such pale skin some lipsticks can make me look even more pale -- yes I know I could not wear them but there are different colors for different seasons and skin types, and yeah. However, this one much like a Marc Jacobs one I have received before is so subtle and classic. It is smooth but not creamy and helps keep your lips moisturized even though it is a matte lip.

It is also a little pricey but it is not bad because you can sharpen it down. On the website it is $20.00.

And last but most certainly not least for my August Glam Bag!

5. NYX: BORN TO GLOW LIQUID ILLUMINATOR

Of all the products I received I was very excited to get this one because I have yet to try an illuminator and was curious to see how it looked and worked. Again, since I am very pale this was very intense on my face unless mixed with a lighter highlighter, which is easily done. I actually use this as a liquid eyeshadow and I fell in love with it because it made my eyes look a really pretty grey, rusty blue color!

This product can be found on the NYX website for $7.50 or possibly in stores at places like Target or Walmart!

All of these products are super amazing and much like other bags I have received. I fully intend to buy certain products if they run out, which is sort of the point you know?

Sincerely,

Your Glam Bag Queen

(originally written by me August 22, 2016)

[fatemazannat]

100 Pieces Beauty Salon Facial Detoxification Capsule for Ultrasonic Machine Export Lead Mercury Melanin Skin Whitening

[shefromhouston]

Pretty on Purpose

HOW TO MAINTAIN A PRETTY AURA ON A BUDGET

beauty maintenance tips:

at home mani-pedi: having your nails done at a salon constantly can sometimes be hard to keep up with when you don’t have the budget for a 70-150$ set every 2 weeks, so pick up a at home acrylic set to do for yourself along with some cute nail polish for your toes💅🏽 I usually stick to a super cute but classic french manicure. KISS Salon Acrylic Nude set is so pretty + fits every skin tone! It retails for about 7 dollars + lasts for over a week! with great care they can stretched for two weeks.

kitchen face masks: im not crazy about DIY skincare because i do believe proper skin care products are specifically made to absorb into the skin, not just sit on top BUT i do understand running out of my favorite LUSH mask of magnaminty while i’m trying to save a coin or two can cause more stress pimples than my pretty face can afford. SO, a simple yet effective mask (+ only kitchen masks i’ll ever whip up) is my go-to. Try a mix of manuka honey (or any unfiltered RAW honey) and turmeric. That’s all, mix a small amount + apply to your skin for even tone and glowy skin. Also you can’t go wrong with a Aztec Healing Clay Mask, that’ll run you about 12 bucks.

style your natural hair: hair tends to be my BIGGEST beauty bill, so during times when i need save + my hair isn’t already in a style, i focus on styling my curls. Slick back buns + ponytails are my go-to. It’s simple, sleek, + super cute! If managing your natural hair is too much, braiding hair is about 5-8 $ per pack, this’ll be a great time to sit in front a mirror, prop up that laptop + find a good tutorial on easy braid styles. Learn how to do knotless braids on yourself or those super adorable North West chunky braids, building skill during this time could not only save you money but with practice, save you the hassle we all experience dealing with hairstylist.

body mist + perfume minis: idk about y’all but when i look + SMELL good, i feel good. Running out your favorite fragrances during a time when you don’t have the extra cash to re-up can be like losing an old and familiar friend, look up the notes in that fragrance + make your way to a department store like Marshall’s, Ross, TJ Maxx, Burlington, Walmart or Target + get a body mist or perfume dupe! Marshall’s + TJ Maxx usually carry a travel size of many lux perfumes. If you’re obsessed with Juicy Couture fragrances like me, they’re always at these places for super low prices too. Body mists with similar notes can give you a more affordable fragrance option too. To keep body mists scent lingering a little longer try to pick up a similar scented body oil. These options shouldn’t cost you more than 20$, unless your aiming for the perfume dupes or smaller sizes of your favorites, most of them are going for 20-40$ which is a lot more affordable than the 120+ dollars we spend on full size perfumes.

shop your own closet + make a wishlist: shopping sprees are my favorite past time, but saving money can put a quick halt to that hobby. So instead I tend to focus on what i already have, pick out my favorites + literally style them in as many ways as i can- this is also a great time to develop your styling skill, experiment with different pairings + what not. If you just enjoy being out shopping like myself, there is nothing wrong with window shopping for yourself, i call it ‘wishlist hunting’. Go out, get yourself a nice lil lunch, grab ice coffee or chai latte and hit up your favorite stores. There is no law against browsing! (lol but avoid luxury stores or boutique due to them most times having a policy against browsing) Anyways, browse your favorite stores + make note of your next pick ups once you’re able to. It’s like manifesting lol. It also gives you something to look forward to once you’re able to splurge so you won’t be frivolously spending once you get extra coin.

mental health maintenance:

to be transparent, being in tight spot financially can sometimes cause me to worry + feel stressed, even if i’m able to manage all my bills + food. Not having extra money to do the things i want, the way i want can be depressing. My mental + emotional well-being is more important to me than just looking pretty, i want to feel that way too. Being pretty also means my thoughts aren’t against me, especially about things out of my control. Being pretty means that i’m in high energy, not only to be kind to others but kind to myself. Ive been dealing with chronic depression + anxiety since i was 14, so maintaining the things that bring me joy + comfort me is prioritized during times of worry or stress. Being pretty isn’t just about my nails + hair staying done, being pretty is knowing i’m in a safe space with myself so i wont act out in ugly ways. A lot of people don’t acknowledge how managing finances can add to stress + sadness, why should i allow myself to be angry and anxious? that’s ugly to me. Therapy isn’t always accessible or affordable, so journaling is my go-to until i’m able to access professional mental health services. A super cute girls and thems night in is great for the heart, vent it out with your closest friends. Volunteering is free! it’s a great way to give back during a time when you may not have the funds to and gets you out of your mind about things out of your control. Donate or sell some old clothes to help other itgrls on a budget be pretty on purpose. Something about seeing other people appreciate things you don’t show enough love to anymore is good for the conscious.

remember, there is no one in this universe who can be you better than yourself and who you are should not depend on how much or how little you have at any given moment.

xoxo, itgrl Pier

[gxthicwxrm]

The Black Widow Salon

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x reader 

Warning: sexual themes, making out

Summary: Natasha helps the reader dye her hair which inspires Natasha.

Word Count: 2,190.k

MINORS DNI! Please don't translate or copy my work! You do not have my permission to copy or translate my work.

Feedback is always welcomed! Requests are open! Enjoy!

*not my gif*

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An empty dye bowl sits on the counter in front of me next to a new bowl, filled with a lighter dye.  A purple hairbrush sits beside the dye applicator brush. A navy blue already covers my roots as I stare at the mirror with a huff. I roll my shoulders to soothe the ache in my joints.

A soft groan leaves my throat as I drop my head down while closing my eyes as I stretch my neck. My whole body hurts. Holding my arms above my head has started to take its toll on my muscles. Soft warm hands curl over my shoulder as a soft kiss is pressed against the back of my neck.

"Mhmm, you smell like grapes." Nat whispers while her fingers move in a circular motion against my sore shoulders. I moan while throwing my head back to rest against her breast. 

"I hate this part of the process. It always hurts after too long." I mumble, letting her fingers do their magic. 

"I could do it for you. It honestly looks like painting. Plus, you've done most of it. Just not the ends." She picked up the ends of my hair where the bleached hair sits untouched by the darker root color. I nod my head, signaling she could do it.

"What should I do first, baby?" She picks up the tint brush before turning to me with a wide smile, her arms raised out making an obtuse 'V'. I laugh. 

"First, you need to put gloves on unless you want to look like a smurf for a few weeks."

"Weeks? Damn. Gloves it is." She moves towards the box of gloves, a few steps from the mini salon I've created on the counter. Next, Nat grabs two gloves then puts them on. A mirror is adjacent to me as I sit in my black office chair while Natasha, with the brush in hand again, gets behind me waiting for the next instructions.

"Now dip the brush and get a good amount before grabbing one of the inch sections. Starting from the ends,, brush the dye down while slowly moving higher up the hair. That's really all there is to it, my love. Here." I grab the fresh dye bowl with the lighter blue and hold it to my shoulder, letting her dip the brush in. She starts with a small section of hair. Slowly, she eases up the section.

"Make sure every strand is saturated the best you can so the bleached parts dye completely." I say as she completes a few more sections.

"Okay, princess. This is actually kind of fun. A little easy too." Nat chuckles as I make a face in the mirror. Easy? No. Painful by yourself? Yes. I stick my tongue at her for good measure before closing my eyes, letting her work. 

"Then, you can be the one that does it for me from now on." I smile brightly. She smiles down at me before leaning in, connecting our lips. Hers are soft and mold perfectly to mine. She pulls away before I'm ready for the kiss to be over. A small whimper leaves my throat. A laugh erupts from Natasha. 

"Woah. I've let that 'princess stuff get to your head. You think there's really a crown on top of that beautiful head of yours, don't you?" She jokes as she finishes the last two sections. I nod my head with a smile. It's so hard to not smile around her.  

"I love you, you know that, right Nat?" I ask.

"Of course I do. I love you too, darling." 

A heat washes over my cheeks as I can't help but smile bigger than before. My cheeks hurt slightly.  Nat starts to take off her gloves after putting the tint brush into the now empty dye bowl.

"Could you give me a Walmart bag from the cabinet over the stove, sexy?" I wink at Nat. Graciously, she glides over to the kitchen before returning with two plastic bags.

"Oh thank you so much." I place the first bag over the hair like a bald cap, tying it off at the nape of my neck before doing the same with the second one, only more secure. 

"You're always welcome, baby girl." Nat's fingers graze my cheek. Subconsciously, my cold hand raises to cup her warm one. She twists her hand, moving her slender fingers to lace in-between mine. Our interlocked hands fall down onto my lap before I pucker my lips up at her. 

"Kiss?" I make smooching sounds at her. A light giggle leaves Natasha as she leans down. Our lips meld once again. My unaccompanied hand raises from my lap to cradle Natasha's head as our lips move in sync. Suddenly, she laughs into my mouth then pulls away, still laughing. 

"What?" I stare at her with my head slightly tilted to the side, a crease forming between my brows. Hunched over with laughter, she looks over at me before barking out another laugh. Her laughter brightens the room. 

"B-baby, I'm s-so sorry. It's just t-that.." She stops, erupting with another laugh breaking through. She takes a deep breath, settling herself before she continues. 

"You kind of, just a little bit, like Mr. Clean with your little bald head right now. I love you so much. You make it work. I just don't know if I can make out with that with a straight face right now." She tries to hide her smile behind her hand as my jaw drops to the floor.

" I can't believe you. I at least thought it would've been a Blue Man member." I joke back. She busts out laughing again. 

"If they dye wouldn't stain you, I would definitely put it on your face." Nat presents to splash the empty dye bowl at me. Following, I throw my hands up and pretend to scream.

"I'm melting. Melting" I impersonate the Wicked Witch, sinking in the chair and lolling my head to the side. "I'm a puddle now. Steam floats in the air around my puddle self, Nattie. You see?"

"You don't look very dead to me, baby." 

Dramatically, I stick my tongue out and snap my eyes shut. 

"See. Dead." She smiles down at me before grabbing my side, tickling. Laughing, I squirm underneath her.

"Nat, stooop. D-don't t-tickle me. Ohhhh it's so on. No. No. No." In retaliation, I tickle her sides causing her to throw herself into an upwards position from her previous one, straddling me. She wiggles around on her knees. The space between our hips allows me to sit up, my hands leading me as they go for her armpits.

"Time out. Time out.!" The redhead makes a 'T' shape with her hands. I let my hands slide down to rest on her hips. I make circular patterns over her hip bones. I take this time to pay attention to what she's wearing. My baggy grey t-shirt with a small pair of her white training shirts with a black trim up the side and wrapping around her long, soft legs. I move my right hand down her thigh, parking about half way. Her soft skin feels like home. 

I begin to start another pattern, this time a star before I look up at her. Mischievously, she's watching me with a smirk on her face. Her green eyes laces with last as she looks down at me.

"Despite the makeshift cap, I still love you in this position. Just so...mmhmm." Nat flirts, jokingly. I cock an eyebrow while making a kissing face. 

"The bald head turns you on, doesn't it? I know it does. You don't even need to tell me." I say with a smile. Natasha chuckles as she drops her hips to rest on mine. 

"I love you, my sexy blue woman." Her lips peck mine. She goes to pull away but I cup my hand around the back of her head, intertwining my fingers through her red tendrils. Lightly, I catch her bottom lip between my teeth and pull gently. Natasha moans into my mouth as my hands grab her ass. Her hips grind down on me as her left hand travels up my side and gropes my breast. Her thumb brushes against my nipple causing a moan to vibrate between us. Her other hand moves to hold my right cheek. Suddenly, a cacophony of crinkled plastic is loud in my ear. Natasha must've heard it too because she breaks the kiss. 

"I forgot about your dye. Do you think it's time to rinse it out yet." She whispers impatiently, still hovering over me. In a lustful daze, I nod at her. She kisses me one more time before pulling away, her hand leaving my breast as well. Cold air from the A/C rushes where Natasha's warmth blanketed over me. Standing at my feet, she offers a hand to me. Quickly, I take it and she pulls me up to her. I stumble a little due to her crazy strength. She catches me, wrapping her arms around my waist. I raise mine to rest over her upper arms. 

"I love you, Y/N. I really do." The older woman pulls me until our breasts are firmly pressed against each other.

"I love you too, Natasha. I always will. Now, will you help me rinse this out?" I ask. With a light chuckle, she nods before leading me to the bathroom. As she starts the shower and adjusts the temperature, I take my shirt off and get on my knees by the tub. Half naked,, I am left in my red bra and black leggings. Taking off the plastic bags, I lean my head over the tub after throwing away the bags while she grabs the shower head. She guides the warm water over my head while placing her legs on each side of my torso. I run my hands through my hair, moving the water around as blue runs down the drain.

"How long do we have to do this again?" Nat asks.

"Until the water runs clear or mostly."

She continues to move the head around as I work the water through the hair. After around five minutes of rinsing, the water finally runs clear. Patiently, I stay bent over the edge of the bathtub as Nat moves to grab a towel while my hand turns the water nob, shutting off the water. I ring out the extra water while standing to my feet, hair still over the tub, as Nat comes to my side with a fluffy emerald towel. Previous dye stains pepper over the fabric from years of occasional color changes. I take the towel and wrap it around my head before standing up. Cracking, my back aches with loud pops.

"That's also the worst part. That and the sore arms, damn." I mutter with a giggle.

"Did you know I had blue hair when I was younger? Before Cuba." Nat confesses. I'm stunned. She never talks about that time in her life. Respectfully, I've never pushed her on it. Only gathering small pits that she offered, here and there. 

"You did?" She nods silently. Her eyes are zoned out on the wall across the room, lost in a memory unknown to me..

"I bet those red roots looked so cute when they came in." I try to break her out of her trance. Luckily, it works.

"I hated them. I couldn't wait to redo it." A smile breaks out on her face as she agrees with a shake of her head. Before she can break off into another memory, I move across the living room to grab the bottle of blonde dye Nat had picked up months before her second trip to Budapest. 

"You wanna give hair dye another shot?" I smirk at her. I move around to showcase the box as I get closer to a smiling Nat. 

"Come on. Welcome to my salon." I twirl around her, grasping her hand as I lead her to the chair I previously sat in. She doesn't object, allowing me to guide her. Once she's sat down and comfortable, I look at her through the mirror.

"Are you ready?" I smile at her.

"Yeah." She says, lowly. I begin to open the box and pull out the different supplies. 

"Wait." I stop.

"Would you want to maybe take off a few inches? Like to right hear." She motions to an inch above her shoulders. Happily, I nod before grabbing the scissors out of the drawer in front of us. 

"You sure, baby?" I double checked one more time. She nods again.

"I trust you, princess."

"Oh my god, you are going to look so good." I grab a piece of her crimson hair and snip.

[ibrithir-was-here]

The New New York Times Best Selling Controversial Romance Thriller--as written by my 9 year old cousin at a birthday party we both attended.

Part 1

(Below is the bullet pointed recording I made of the story as it transpired, decided to keep the many diffrent ways I mispelled the protagonists names as I feel like it goes well with the general mood of the story xD)

Jeffery and Deliah, our protagonists

Jeffery is 17, turning 18, tomorrow 

We are treated to a  opening montage of Jeffrey doing every minute task he needs in order to get ready for the day, including waving to the bus driver

Jeffrey sees Deliah, the new girl, on the bus

Jeffery sits directly behind her in class

Jeffery wears  grill flavored body spray to attract Deliah

Delilah follows the smell of burnt hot dogs in confusion

Jeffery gives Deliah a note asking to be Best friends/his girlfriend 

Delialiah turns him down as she "doesnt know him and he smells like burnt hotdogs"

Jeffery gives her another note that says "you're so beautiful"

Deliah side eyes Jeffery 

Jeffery continues to follow her at lunch, where Deliliah only eats a salad, while Jeffery has a large unhealthy lunch

Deliah asks him to leave her alone and change body spray

Jeffery asks if she just wants to be friends

She agrees, and gives him new body spray

Jeffery says "rude"

In his head he says: "I like mean girls. She's my type"

In Deliah's head she says: "/he's so weird/"

Back at home Jeffery calls his mom in Hawaii, she is there on business 

Asks if he can hangout with Deliliah 

Mom remembers its his birthday, sends him a gift

Goes to her house "cuz she gave him her address I guess"

He has a Tesla cuz" all girls love rich boys cuz girls are all gold diggers" --apparently this is Jeffery's philosophy 

Upon seeing Deliah's mansion house he falls in love with the house, er, Deliliah

But he's not a gold digger cuz he's rich 

Deliliah is also rich

Deliah's dad calls that her boyfriend is here

Deliah proclaims very loudly "he's just a friend!!"

Deliah shows off her pool, balcony, hot tubs, personal spa, butler, chef (Gordan Ramsey) , petting zoo, aquarium, bar (a soda one), salon,private grocery store  and many king sized beds, 3 chandeliers, a couple hundred bathroom and  3 elevators 

They also have 6 cats, 7 dogs, 2 hamsters, 3 snakes, and 18 tigers.

Her bedroom has a dance club inside it, with 2 DJs

The pair decide to swimming

Jeffrey goes to the guest bedroom to changed into his swim suit which he had brought with him "just in case"

They decide to eat first at Deliliah's personal Walmart/Target/7-11.

Jeffery asks to see Deliah's cars, Deliah says they'll see it when they get to the massive garage

Deliah says "sorry if I'm showing off"

Jeffery, with hearts pulsing in his eyes from Deliliah's immense wealth (and presumably also from Delilah) says it's no problem

Deliah, previously established to be a billionaire is now revealed to be a trillionaire

Deliliah has Gordan Ramsey make Jeffery a sandwich 

Deliliah and Jeffery talk about how they love Gordon Ramsey and how well he roasted a vegan on his show, and how vegans should eat meat--apparently ignoring the fact Deliah has only been seen to eat salad so far

They go to a restaurant in Deliah's home after having a personal Gordan Ramsey sandwich, presumably still in their swim suits

Delilah orders a salad.

Jeffery orders chocolate pop tarts

We learn Deliliah has younger siblings

But none of them are home as they are not important

We also learn Deliliah is 16, turning 17, tomorrow

They finally go swimming, with Deliliah's many lifeguards, (in case they drown from swimming so soon after  such a big lunch)

The pool has many crazy slides

At this point we got called away to eat birthday cake, and the story was sadly put on hold, but Cousin promised to tell me the rest the next time we meet and I intend to hold them too it xD So look at for part 2 x)