HOORAY I finally did Godiva’s ref sheet… mostly because I was too busy procrastinated to the point where they literally didn’t have a design for a long time
This was so disgustingly self-entertaining but I miss writing about TT!Reader and her antics. I just KNOW Robin would love old Taylor and it should be a right of passage for every pre-teen girl to scream her lungs out to her at least once. It builds character.
Eddie Munson X TT!Fem!Reader
Twenty minutes. Twenty goddamned minutes.
That’s all Eddie and Steve had been gone for, and it was also all of the time you needed to introduce every female counterpart within your vicinity to the modern wonders of early two-thousands, glittery, teenage angst, heartbroken Taylor Swift. Who were you to deny your younger female counterparts this right of holy feminine passage?
That name rang in Eddie’s ears with the same viscosity as Blondie, yet somehow, Debbie Harry didn’t scratch at his eardrums with the same vigor as the three girls before him- singing with the anger of a thousand teenaged suns.
The sheets on Max’s bed had clearly been ruffled, most likely from socked feet jumping up and down in the feminine masquerade. He could hear the thumping resonating underfoot from outside the trailer, hollow form absorbing abuse from every angle. But not as much abuse as Lucas, the only remaining male for the last twenty minutes, had to endure on his own. Eddie found him with his head against the kitchen counter.
“What’s going on in there?” Steve asked him, eyebrows raised half in horror.
“I don’t even know man. Some music from her time has them in some weird chokehold. Max is mad at me and I don’t even think I did anything.” He said, index fingers reaching up to rub circles into his temples.
“Do I dare ask?” Eddie asked, lugging in the last load of groceries behind Steve.
“Some girly music from the future.” Steve explained to him over the screaming still emulating from Max’s bedroom, his fingers coming up to wave sarcastic jazz hands around the words. Your bright and shiny Jetsons newness had tarnished rather quickly, considering they were used to far worse before then.
“Like Wham! girly?” Eddie questioned, accurately attempting to gauge what he was dealing with.
“Worse.” Lucas groaned back, folding his arms over his head.
“How much worse are we talking?” Steve tried to analyze, but not before the gaggle before him spilled from the door of Max’s bedroom.
“This is me praying that
This was the very first page
Not where the story line ends
My thoughts will echo your name, until I see you again.” Robin bounded down the hallway, screaming her own heartbreak out into a hairbrush.
You reveled in your own breakthrough, feeling comfort in the way you had other girls to do these things with. You took comfort in this- something you hadn’t felt since you became stuck in this time. You had a hard time trying to get close to anyone.They didn’t understand your jokes or your references. Sometimes the music made you want to scoop your own eyes out with a spoon. To you, it was 80s music. To them, it was just music.
And they had no idea how much better it got. Until now, at least.
The excitement you felt pulsated through you, your own pre-teen heartbreak- though, you had barely been old enough to know the meaning of the word- energized you enough to propel yourself straight towards Eddie.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, half-dragging him along to the music.
“Jesus Christ” he groaned as you did so.
“These are the words I held back, as I was leaving too soon
I was enchanted to meet you” You sang to him, fingers curling into the hair at the nape of his neck. He gripped your waist for balance due to the velocity in which you were dragging him around Max’s kitchen. You waited for the buildup of the song, nearly blindsiding him when you jumped on him, your legs wrapping around his waist.
