#I say sitting here listening to music with what I usually use and the noise around me is giving me a headache

[rooolt]

it’s like I have the thought that noise canceling headphones would probably help me and then I spend an hour and a half researching different kinds only to become so overwhelmed over what I could possibly pick while ultimately deciding to stop giving myself weird hope bc I wouldn’t be allowed to wear them anyways/I’d be too nervous to

[star-suh]

Straight as A Line

Park Jinyoung x Male Reader

cw: homophobic top jinyoung, rough sex, dubious consent, hickeys, college au, swearing at each other, cheating, feminization, porn with a little of plot, a redemption arc for jinyoung lol… 

an: lmfaoooo that redemption arc happened when my music suddenly changed to lana del rey's songs changing the whole mood, i'm so sorry if this isn't what you wanted anon 😭🙏

this was a request.

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the university where y/n was studying was planning a trip to go camping in the mountains. it was a dream trip for y/n, he could be close to nature and breathe that pure fresh air but all that sounded too nice to be true. 

"i don't know if i want to go on the trip, fuckass jinyoung is going and i don't feel like arguing with that son of a bitch" y/n tells his friend. 

jinyoung is one of those rich guys who have a lot of ass-lickers behind them, they do whatever he asks just for the money, also the guy is a fucking homophobe, when he found out that y/n is gay he started to make his life miserable. throwing slurs and swearing almost everyday towards the guy…

every student had an assigned seat “are we in school or something?” mocked jinyoung, his smile slowly fading seeing that he has to sit besides y/n “what the fuck? who put this pillow muncher beside me?” he yelled, “can you just shut the fuck up? you're not that important dude no one cares where you sit stop being a manchild” responded y/n making jinyoung's blood boil in anger.

“listen here, cocksucker. i don't want people like you near me you disgust me” he spat while signaling towards y/n with one finger. “stop signaling me you weirdo. you know that usually men who make fun of someone who is gay do it to cover up their homosexuality .. like why are you mad about me sucking a dick that's not so straight from you, jinyoung..” a grimace of laughter finding its way onto y/n's face while jinyoung's was red for the anger, y/n swear he can see the steam coming out of his ears.

jinyoung quietly accepted he lost this time and sat beside y/n ‘this is not going to stay like this’ he thought, crafting his revenge towards the guy.

it was night already, all the tents are ready and everyone is going inside them, y/n was getting ready to sleep in his sleeping bag when suddenly the zipper of his tent opens “what the fu-” a big hand covering his mouth to prevent him from making any noises. “hello motherfucker” jinyoung smiled “you thought i forgot what you said on the bus dirty whore? i think someone should teach you manners and how to be a nice obedient bitch, what do you think?”.

managing to get away from the strong grip of jinyoung's hand on his mouth y/n says ���what the fuck are you talking about you fucking psycho, get out of my fucking tent before i start to scream”.

jinyoung's big veiny hand found its way towards y/n neck squeezing it hard “do it and what i'm gonna do next it's gonna be worse, you hear me?” scared by how menacing the words came out of his mouth y/n just nodded, “what do you want then, a public apology?. fucking asshole”.

“you see.. i was talking with my girlfriend and i got so horny-”, “and? do i look like some type of… friend to you? i don't wanna know shit about it” interrupted y/n. “anyways as i said” jinyoung continued “i'm so bricked that my dick is poking his way out of my shorts, so i was looking for a way to calm it but the rest of the bitches are sleeping and apparently you're the only one bitch awake so… i thought why not use this opportunity to help you be my obedient slut. after all you like cocks” he slapped gently y/n's cheeks. “fuck you” are the only words coming out of y/n's mouth…

“shh be quiet” whispered jinyoung while forcing his cock down y/n's throat, the gagging sounds making him more horny “you're so talented at cocksucking, truly a whore. you do it better than my girlfriend” he snickered while thrusting his thick cock. 

“never thought i would see you this fucked up” jinyoung was stroking his cock while y/n was laying down panting, trying to catch his breath, with spit and cum covering his face “talking about dirty whores when you can't keep that thing inside your pants. coming here like a needy bitch looking for a hole to fuck”.

jinyoung just stared at y/n with a smirk on his face “i'm not done with you slut, look at this” he pokes his rock hard cock making it bounce a little “i'm gonna wreck your boypussy. come here” his hand snaking around y/n's shorts and discarding them quickly, along with the underwear. “leave me alone whore” y/n tried to push jinyoung with his feet but the bastard was so strong… and sexy.

jinyoung spat on his fingers and rub it on y/n's rim the cold fluid sending shivers up his spine “hngh.. stop it manwhore…” the pleasure clouding his thinking. jinyoung slap his fuckmeat on the rim and slowly introduce it, drawing a loud moan grom y/n due to the stretching “shush be quiet. you don't want someone to find us right? or is that what you want? woah what a pervert” y/n just ignored the comment and sucked on jinyoung's fingers.

“is that all you got, fragile masculinity slut?. not gonna be surprised if your girlfriend kicks you, you suck at fucki-” a slap landed on y/n's cheek. “stop being a loud motherfucker and let me fuck your pussy” his anger being canalized into fucking y/n “i don't give a fuck if you like it or not” he growls “i’m only here to use you like you let other men do”.

“fuck i love the sight of your gaping pussy. after being passed around the whole university is still so tight… even more than my girlfriend's”. “can you stop mentioning her you asshole?. she deserves a better man than you” y/n says, accommodating himself to ride jinyoung “let's get this over with, i want you gone”.

everytime he goes down y/n makes sure to do it hard causing jinyoung to moan very loudly, “look who's the loud bitch now. you call yourself a man and can't even handle me”. jinyoung laughed quickly grabbing y/n by his ankles pulling them towards him folding y/n in the process, his dick going in and out. y/n squirmed, his eyes rolled back and mouth agape, feeling that cock reaching so deep inside him, no other cock has made him feel like that.

“what happened pillow muncher.. too much to handle?” he starts sucking hickeys in the back of y/n's neck. “i'm gonna breed this pussy and after this you're gonna be mine you hear me?” he whispered while flipping y/n a fuck him while he leans on his back “no… i don't belong to.. to anyone not even to a loser like you” the older just ignored it and continued looking for his pleasure.

“guess you're not that straight macho after all” y/n murmured drawing jinyoung's attention, “just because i'm stretching your boypussy and about to cream it right now doesn't make me a homo… i'm straight as a line..”. y/n with his hooded eyes make eye contact with the top, smiled and caressed his cheek “even the straightest line can be curved dumbass” he then kisses his forehead “c'mon cream this fucking pussy… isn't this what you want hurry up before someone wakes up” fucking himself in jinyoung's dick y/n also searched for his pleasure his cock splurting with cum minutes later landing on jinyoung's chest and abs, while that happened he squeezed so hard that jinyoung came without realizing it, emptying his balls in the insatiable hole of y/n. 

jinyoung tried to catch his breath resting his head on y/n's chest falling asleep, followed by y/n minutes later.

the ride back to university was surprisingly quiet, jinyoung didn't say a word about sitting next to y/n, everyone was surprised. one by one they got off the bus with jinyoung and y/n being the last, the tall one grabbed the shorter one by the hand so that he wouldn't come down yet. "i'm going to break up with my girlfriend... what i’m doing with her is not right." "wow, at least there's some empathy inside that empty skull" y/n responded. jinyoung just laughed looking at y/n with a fond smile "sigh... i'm so sorry for what i’ve put you through all these years... i know that's not going to change the damage i've already done but i want to start being a good person… wanna go eat lunch? it's on me".

surprised by the sudden change y/n wondered what happened with him last night “are you okay? did you eat something strange this morning?”. “no fucking asshole i just… i just wanted to change my behaviour… you know if the straightest line can be curved that means that we can change and it's never too late to do it” y/n just stared at him dumbfounded “are you being serious right now? are you philosophizing over a silly phrase i just made up…ugh fucking corny anyways is free food and i can't say no to that so text me where is it and see you there. i guess..” y/n was about to get off but turned around, stood up and pet jinyoung's head, a slight blush covering his cheeks. jinyoung just stood there watching y/n get off the bus with a smile slowly forming in his face.

[jaylleoo14]

"Can I kiss you?"

Octavinelle x gn!reader

A/N: Simple. The sea trio has corrupted my mind and so here I am writing this at 1:03 AM and finishing this up two days later LOL. I actually took forever because I kept squealing and getting off track during the writing process. "I NEED TO DRAW THIS" I would say to myself haha. I wrote them without much consideration on how long each might be so one of them may be shorter compare to the others or it may be longer, but please do enjoy^^ (May or may not do the other dorms, unless...)

[Disclaimer] TOO MUCH FLUFF

[characters] Floyd, Azul, Jade

Azul

3:24 PM - The Mostro Lounge sits under blue and silver burnished lighting as the sound of music fills the air. Accompanied by voices and the clinks of dishes, there you sat in the more private area of what adds to Octavinelle - Azuls office.

Something you both have learned to get accustomed to was to just do work alongside each other without the need of having to talk. It was just work. Nothing more. Of course some small talk here and there, asking opinions or maybe asking for help- though it was usually you who asked for it and less of Azul- but regardless it was back off to work. It's quite simple really, Azul is a busy and hard working person so he'd naturally have a lot to manage with. You had to keep up with your studies and try to manage how to handle your money and savings accordingly, along with planning events into your calendar for upcoming school occasions.

You and Azul have been dating for about half a year now, and although not all the time, most of the time you spend your free time here doing your work accompanying Azul as he does his. You both simply enjoy each other's presence, the silence between you two which is filled with the scritches and scratches of his fish-bone felt tip pen and your pencil against the many pages of papers were not at all awkward. It showed a sense of comfortability and familiarity, a tranquil silence in the room. Though of course, like almost any couple you begin to crave some attention from your dearly beloved.

3:27 PM - Placing your pencil down, it now rolling off to the side a little due to the momentum, you lean back onto the back cushions of Azuls couch placed in the middle of his office. Working for about 15 minutes now you decided you needed a break, stretching your arms back as you release your breath through your nostrils.

"Going to take a break Angelfish?" Without even having to look up, the sound of you leaning into his leather cushion and your stretched out groan already tells him enough information that you're ready to just try and relax and rejuvenate yourself.

"Mmmh yea, I think 15 minutes of work is good enough for now. I'll go back to it once I rest up," is all you say in response as you lean your body over to lay on the couch. He only lets out a hum to let you acknowledge that he was listening. Now that you weren't focused on your own work, you can hear him writing with a rich shink-like noise and papers constantly flipped and turned every 30 seconds.

I wonder what he's working on, you think to yourself as you stare up at the dark blue arched ceiling. You prop yourself up with your elbows, pushing yourself up as you move your legs off the couch. Springing off, you head on over to where Azul was working around behind the desk and peered over towards him. "Whatcha working on?" Voice soft and curious, an undertone of boredom.

"Just some useful material intended to aid students," he says in a gentle manner, his eyes still glued onto the papers. "Oh yea? How much longer till you finish up with those study guides?" You lean over a bit closer as you stand next to him, his handwriting as intricate and beautifully cursive as ever; yet still eligible for those who have a harder time understanding.

He lets out a little inquisitive hum as if trying to accurately calculate when he'd be finished by. "About in an hour or so," he says finally after seconds worth of time. "I'd say make that an hour-thirty to two from now" you say with a little soft laugh escaping your lips.

3:30 - Standing next to Azul as he preps material, you slowly come to look at Azul himself instead of what Azul was working on. Being able to see the sight of his silver crowned locks of hair that curls into beautiful waves. Only after making your comment does he stop his hand and turn to look up at you from where he sat.

After finally not being able to properly see Azul's face the entire time you were working, seeing his face was a sort of refreshment to your heart and the soft smile on your face shows that. "And what prompts you to assume such a thing my dear?" He can only be met with a giggly response, his serious and quizzical face only prompting you to let out more chains of giggles.

"Tell me what you are suddenly finding so funny? I certainly am positive that I haven't done anything humorous." You tilt your head a little to the side, your grin getting slowly bigger as you clasped your hands behind your back. Azul can already pick up that you're trying to whip something up.

"You know Azul, when was the last time you kissed me?"

And there he goes, short circuiting as the sudden change of mood drifts him like the ocean currents. "I-Is this what you're on about?" He certainly has picked up by what you meant with your earlier comment now that you've voiced your question. "Oh dear, do you perhaps feel neglected since i've been working so much Angelfish?"

"Don't try to act smug. Answer my question, when was the last time you kissed me?" You immediately shoot down his question as you direct it back to yours and it sends his cheeks a pigmented red while he tries to keep his cool. He understands that you wont stop asking him this question and so he answers away.

"I recall it to be a few weeks back."

"And where did you kiss me?"

"I-I don't see how that- hah, on the cheek. Seriously (y/n) what is the relevancy in asking such- "

"Ah! Hold it! So you're telling me you've been giving me kisses and I've been giving you kisses but we've never actually kissed at the same time?"

3:33 - Here you are facing Azul as you look at his tinted red face, picking up where your suggestion leads. What awaits is permission to boldly take your relationship to the next level.

"Can I kiss you Azul? And not on the hands or on the cheek like we usually do." You give him a soft pleading look, your cheeks also decorated in a lovely shade of red as you wait for his response patiently. Clearing his throat and having the need to suddenly fix his not crooked glasses, he gives you a very shy yet still doing his best to be serious look. Before answering, he quickly resolves himself and a more confident smirk is plastered on his face. As he pushes himself up from his chair he closes in the distance and comes in close towards you, wrapping an arm around your back.

"Ask and you shall receive, a small kiss is worth the price of my time for you my Angelfish," he says it ever so calmly and confidently. Though the redness of his cheeks give away that he was otherwise and it makes your heart squeeze and beat crazy because of how cute he was being right now.

"You're being so cute right now you know that? You don't have to force yourself, you know." Your voice is gentle and smooth as if it were raw honey. Bringing a hand to tuck the longer piece of hair that made up his hairstyle, you give him the most adored stricken smile ever and he can only feel his heart beating out of his chest.

"No no, it's about time we started to get more intimate considering how long we've been together now. Thank you for going at my preferred pace, I'd like to give you an honorarium payment." You let out an amused chuckle and let him prepare himself, closing your eyes as you wait for him to go in at his own pace. Though you least expect it when he suddenly goes in very quickly. His lips are stiffly pressed against yours for a couple of seconds and it has you opening your eyes in surprise. You're met with a red faced Azul -which can be compared to a steamed and cooked octopus- looking flustered and a little awkward as he seemed to have a little dissatisfactory expression on his face. "That... Did not go as well as I had hoped it to be."

A jovial and convivial laughter fills up the room in your sound and it only makes Azul shrivel in embarrassment. You can practically see the steam coming from his head as well. "Well that was a little anticlimactic don't you think?" Wrapping your arms around his neck he can only let out an embarrassed groan at your little comment. "What do you expect from someone who's inexperienced with committing such an act? I'm positive however that with enough practice I can redeem myself and satisfy you." He tries to sound all the more reasoning, which only prompts you to laugh even more.

"You want to kiss more?" Saying through slips of giggles. You feel his hold on your back tighten a bit more, still applying gentle and reaffirming pressure as he presses you both together. "How else do you suggest I be better then?" You turn and motion your body over to the desk, leaning your lower back against it as Azul follows along. "Hmm, I'm absolutely positive that it'll take you two hours to finish those study guides now." You pull a little amused laugh out of him as he slowly goes in once again, tilting his head to the side and his eyes looking to align with yours. "Mmm perhaps. I guess we'll have to see just how long it'll take for me to get better then." And in he goes, the kiss feeling much more natural and a mark of showing a deeper significance in your ongoing relationship.

Jade

The nights on campus here were unusually less disturbed and a lot colder now, which makes sense considering that it is now winter break. The students here at Night Raven College had all gone home to reunite with their families after departing to pursue and complete their highschool education. However a certain group of individuals tend to stay during this time period, and that being the dorm leader of Octavinelle, the vice dorm leader, and the vice dorm leader's twin brother.

Like a lot of teenagers, its normal to come across at least 10 students at night since many are nocturnal people and they share the hobby of walking around. Especially when the sky is dark. You are one of those people. Someone who indulges themselves into the canvas of black paint littered with shining splatter of stars. Regardless of what the weather is like, you willingly go out of your way to enjoy the peacefulness of the night, watching it as it goes through the different seasons. Walking around in the winter's night air you can see your breath whenever you huff out, a shiver going through your shoulders. A little reminder that its the cold season now.

The chilly weather seems to be getting to you so you turn back from where you presently are and walk back to your good ol' home, Ramshackle dorm. As you make your way back from the main road you can make out a tall dark figure up ahead, prompting you to slow down and start to get wary. Upon getting closer and squinting your eyes a little, you can see teal hair shining a bit under the orange light which was radiating off a nearby light pole. Oh, it's Jade! You remember Jade mentioning that he liked to also go out late at night, though this is your first time ever encountering him on your usual walks. Perhaps he too is taking advantage of the quieter nights.

You and Jade have been a little on and off. You cant quite describe it, its complicated really. Sometimes you feel like you cant understand Jade because he's always making things open-ended, leaving them up to your interpretations. You like him, that much is obvious. But there are plenty of times where he's shown interest in you, and other times where it may not feel as so and it throws you off. Its frustrating not knowing how he feels about you, as if its some sort of game you two play. Regardless of his little plays though, you continue to enjoy yourself in the game.

A slight breeze hits your figure and it causes you to shiver, rubbing your arms to enforce friction in hopes of warming you up. You figured it may be best to leave Jade alone so he can enjoy himself in peace doing whatever he was doing. And off you go, turning on your heel and continuing your venture.

The sky is so pretty, you think to yourself. It has you arching your neck up and leaning your head back as you stare at the night sky, continuing your walk. You cant help but look at how pretty the stars are knitted together in a beautiful cluster, zoning out a bit as you continue forward.

Suddenly a hand is placed on your shoulder and it causes you to jolt up like a scared cat, making you break out of your trance. A yell is ushered out of you as you quickly turn around to see who this person could be, and you're only met facing Jade.

"Oh dear, I do apologize for my sudden notice. But your voice sounds lovely even when out of fear fufu"

Your heart is still pounding and your eyes are opened widely, staring at him with disbelief and shock. "J-Jade! What are you doing?! God you freaking scared me oh my gosh." Your little scared moment certainly has him entertained as he lets out another chuckle.

"You seem to be so infatuated with the sky that you failed to notice your surroundings. I was only doing my part in trying to help you realize that."

"What do you me-?" As you turn around your quickly met with a lamp pole right in front of your face and it causes you to flinch back a bit. "Oh." Turning around to face him again you feel yourself feeling a bit embarrassed that he caught you about to do something embarrassing. "Thanks Jade... What are you doing out so late?"

"I could ask you the same thing. I was just taking advantage of the quiet night and looking at the nature of the trees." He looks over you, a genuine smile on his face plastered as what you can assume to be looking at the area around us. "However I stayed aware of my surroundings despite having my own infatuations." His little snarky yet calm remark causes you to let out a groan, a pout slightly forming on your lips.

"I was also taking advantage of tonight as well thank you very much." Straightening your back, you cross your arms and give him a slight frown as if trying to regain back your little pride. Then quite suddenly a gust of wind howls a bit in your direction, causing you to shiver and quiver a bit. "Tonight is quite cold I must say." His slight remark makes you shiver even more as you are reminded of the cold.

"Yea, no kidding. I didn't prepare well enough so I'm going to head back." Your face is cold to the touch and your nose and cheeks can be seen slightly red under the pale moonlight. "Oh I see, perhaps I can accompany you then." He offers yet you turn him down in a polite manner. Your reasons? It's obvious you like Jade. You really like him, though because of all these mixed signals you can't help but feel like you need to stop. It already frustrates you enough and so you need to let these feelings die down even though sometimes you really do get a kick from the things he does.

"You seem to be quite cold indeed (y/n), if I can't accompany you back then please allow me to warm you up for your trip."

His words seem to catch you off guard and you look up at him quizzically. He doesn't seem to be wearing any sort of jacket, how can he offer you warmth? He chuckles a bit, amused to see your confused scrunched face. Gently bringing a hand to your cheeks your eyes can't seem to help but widen in shock a little from the sudden gentle advancement, your brain going blank.

"Can I kiss you, Prefect?" He says it ever so softly, his voice wrapping you up like a soft blanket. Did Jade really just ask to kiss you? What's going on, is this even real right now? Are you dreaming? Is this another one of his games? You feel your face starting to heat up and your heart is starting to race.

"W-Wait, what? Did I hear that right?" You say in disbelief, but he knows you heard it correctly because of your red face. His hands cupping your face causes you to freeze in the moment and all you can hear is the loud drums of your heart. Leaning down a bit more you can see his eyes perfectly now, his heterochromia jewel like eyes shimmering. "I must admit i'm a little hurt to see you trying to avoid me recently Prefect. I apologize for beating around the bush for so long, I hope you can take this kiss as a form of acceptance for my feelings and my apology."

This eel.... THIS EEL! He knows what he's doing, he knows! You're left stammering a bit before you could answer, the feeling of your head spinning. "I...accept your apology." And with that he goes down in one smooth motion, his lips in contact with yours with a perfect fit. Once he leans back, your eyes are met and he lets out a content hum. "I'm glad to see you're quite warmed up now. And if I must add, happier too." A big goofy smile is placed on your face as if you just won the lottery, your face all red and heated. "You know, I actually wouldn't mind if you were to accompany me back now. Who knows what might be out here."

You seem to be in a giddy mood, no longer holding back. Finally, you can understand Jade's true feelings for you now. It makes you overjoyed, a feeling of happiness now that you understand. And with a smile on his face he agrees, playing along with your little game of words. The feeling of warmth and fluffy happiness fills you up, and the cold cant compare with that as you make your way back with Jade, his little darling Pearl.

Floyd

"WHAT THE HELL FLOYD?!"

Crash!

Ah yes, just another regular day. You, Floyd, your phone in his hand, breathless, a cheeky and amused grin on his face, and just constantly trying to snag your phone back in the spacious long hallway. Call this a regular day occurrence considering how many times he's come to bother and mess with you now.

"Floyd, give me back my pho- STOP SCROLLING THROUGH MY CAMERA ROLL!" Running up and trying to snatch it away by jumping, only to fail because he's now outstretching his arms away and tip-toeing to refrain from you reclaiming back your item.

"Haaah? Your camera roll is so boring, just full of pictures of the sky. We see that everyday, you should take more pictures of other interesting things!" You really were running out of breath here and he seems to take great amusement with it since he's still here messing with you.

The sun shined brightly against the two of you, the open wall of the hall letting the air roam freely.

"Ahaha! What a funny picture of Crabby-chan! Oh, and you got one of little Mackerel too." Floyds not listening to your words, enjoying himself as he indulges in your camera roll. You let out a tired and heavy sigh, heaving a bit as you try to catch your breath. "F-Floyd, why are you doing this? Argh, I swear you've been bothering me so much lately." He only give you a little "hm?" in response as his smile now fades, turning to something more neutral and casual as he continues to indulge himself in your selective memories.

"Ya have soooo many pictures of other people lil' shrimpy. Ah! You even have a picture of Jade and Azul! No fairrrr!" Letting out a whine, you can see his prominent pout as he pinches his fingers on your screen to zoom in on you which was in between Azul and Jade. His eyes stick to the screen as he stares at the picture of your sweet smile looking as if you just finished some heavy and tiring labor just before.

"That was when we went camping during Vargas's stupid camping trip. Of course you weren't there!" You huffed out as you wipe a sweat off your neck, placing your free arm on your hip while you just watch him on your phone. At this point you just gave up and let him do what he wanted on there, of course as long as he's in the camera roll and nowhere else.

"But i'm here now aren't I? And you were even there when I went camping, jus excuses." His slightly upset voice makes you feel a bit guilty yourself, but you try to find a way to dispute his words anyways.

"Not true! If you keep scrolling more you'll see yourself in one of the pictures I took with Ace!" A huff escapes your mouth as you try to stay strong on your claim and he only lets out a disappointed groan. "I'm in the background Shrimpy, and you cant even see my face properly. Ya dont wanna have people mixin' me with my brother now dontcha?" His eyes look over towards you now as he drapes his arm down, just very offended with the lack of pictures you have available of him.

"It's not like i'm gonna show anyone Floyd. No one's gonna know its you except for me." You try to reassure him but he still isn't satisfied at all with your response. The sun shines in as its rays changes its direction and hits Floyd in the eyes, causing his already sour mood to worsen and he lets out an annoyed huff. The shadow of the pillars drapes over you like a veil and the sun hits him like a beam, so he then places his hand over his forehead to block the sun out while walking closer to you in venture for refuge. The light reflects into the phone causing a gleam hitting your own eyes and so you step back, squinting your eyes away. For a moment you actually forgot he had your phone if not for the reminder the gleam gave you.

"Floyd, could you please hand me back my phone now?" You say in a more gentle voice in consideration to his sour mood. His droopy eyes meet yours as a slight pout forms on his face which then looks over at your phone in his hand. Suddenly, his pouty face lifts up into a gleeful smile, his toothy lop-sided smirk giving you unease as if he's planning something not so great.

"Ya know, why not jus' take some pics right now? Say cheese~!" Suddenly, with his longer legs he quickly makes his way over next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling close.

"Wha-? Hey-!" Before you could even ready yourself though, he brings the phone above you two, angling the camera as he tilts his head against yours and maneuvers his thumb over the camera shutter button, pulling your bodies together.

Click! Click! Click!

"Hey stop taking so much! You're going to take up my storage!" Quickly swiping up your phone you press on the little square in the corner to open up the pictures. His arm continues to drape on your shoulder as he looks over at the pictures with a happy hum. Floyd looked as photogenic as ever when he wants to be, his silky skin reflecting in the pictures as his smile radiates and shine while his cheeks being a dusty pink. You on the other hand....Not so much. You were even blinking in one of them, most of the pictures of you looking off and funny.

"I wasn't ready Floyd." A stern look is scrunched on your face as you swipe and look at the pictures with a judgmental stare. A giggle can be heard right next to you as Floyd also looks over you in the pictures, a tinted pink running on his cheeks and a soft look in his eyes; his heart speeding up just slightly as he continues the close and intimate proximity.

"I think you look cute anyways." He says it ever so casually and in a gentle voice, causing you to look over at him. Upon turning your head to face him, its only then did you realize just how close he was. How intimate you two were being right now. His side profile looking perfect as ever, his olive colored eye locked on the screen staring only at you, his arm draped over your shoulders, your bodies practically meshing together right now as his pecks touch your back. You feel your cheeks starting to heat up, your heart begins to speed up as if you are starting a morning run the more you begin to get conscious. His eyes suddenly dart to look at you and you flinch back, jumping a little due to being startled; however his arm keeps you in place from moving any further.

"Seriously, you've been messing with me too much..." You grumbled out as you turn your face back to look at the now black screen. It shut off due to the lack of inactivity, and in the reflection you can see your furrowed brows and tightlipped frown. Though from the side Floyd can only give a bigger grin upon seeing your velvet cheeks.

"Cus' I like ya, aint it obvious?" The speed to which you flip your head can be compared to one of a bullet train and your jaw drops, mouth wide open and agape as you're left with no words. "HUH?!" Your whole face is now a full on red, your eyes filled with shock as if he just dropped the most jaw dropping information ever. Well, technically he did.

Tilting his head to the side a little, his face also grows a darker shade of red, though he lets out a giddy chain of giggles to your reaction. "Eh? You're quite bold Shrimpy, movin' kinda fast there huh?"

"W-What?" He can practically see question marks floating around your red beet face, his toothy smug face still apparent as he wraps another arm in front of you. He's basically giving you a side hug right now -a sweet and tender one.

"Hehe, nothin,'" smiling as if its something only he knows makes you a bit bothered and curious, but then he suddenly swings himself in front of you now. The sun hits the back of Floyd, making him radiate ever so brightly. "How bout' we start off a bit slower hmm? Whats it to ya Shrimpy, do ya like me back?" His soft and droopy slanted eyes adoringly stare into yours and you cant help but feel your heart turn into a big wet sopping pillow. Adverting your eyes down, you can only give a little nod. "Well i mean, I don't hate you. So yea, I.... I do in fact, Like you too."

Honestly, Floyds been nothing but smiles now and its as if he found the most pretty set of flowers ever on a grassy field. "Is that so? Ya really like me huh?"

My hearts beating so fast right now.

"Yea, I really like you."

"Shall I give you a kiss then Shrimpy?"

Tilting your head back up at him you can only give him a shy and flustered face. But with the silly state you're in right now, you let out a slip of a tongue response.

"C-Can I kiss you?" Totally unexpected to Floyd, his eyes widen for only a moment till he's flinging his head back with laughter and squeezing you into his chest.

"Hahaha! Will you kiss me?" Calming himself down a bit he looks back at you with you in his arms now, the suns rays slowly shifting over.

"Will I kiss you?" saying almost in a smug manner now, feeling yourself succumbing into his giggly state of self as you yourself now start to get giddy with your red cheeks.

"You will" He says it with a reciprocal teasing tone as he leans forward, the comfort in his lean arms making you feel as if you've been lovers forever.

"I will?"

"I will" And with that he softly goes in to press a kiss on your lips, the sun shining and hitting the both of you and its as if you two were getting the spotlight of a movie.

Click!

Huh? As you turn to slowly pull back from the kiss, slowly opening your closed eyes you see Floyds phone out. His arm is outstretched and propped in the middle of you two from the side to capture the kiss perfectly and you can only let out a gasp.

"A picture for me hehe~"

"FLOYD-"

[wonder2realities]

cici's meditation guide 4 beginnerz <3

whether it's the void state or just guided meditations ; it seems like meditating is a pretty helpful thing to learn when wanting to shift/meditate. for some, they shift instantly and for others it helps them sleep better but noone ever really explains how to meditate so here's my attempt at a beginner's guide as someone who uses meditation 24/7 !

in my eyes, meditation is not only helpful for manifestation or shifting but is also just a good way to unwind after a really long day - it can be a bit scary if you aren't used to it so don't worry if you're a bit intimidated ~

as a disclaimer, i will say that meditation is all based on what works for you and what you can personally handle ! for some, they meditate for hours and for others they do 5 minute sessions - figure out what works for you and stick with it !

1. clearing your mind

this isn't a needed step but it's something that helped me a lot when i was first starting meditating and that's clearing your mind a bit before you start. you can listen to music or even watch a show, just relax a bit beforehand and don't think about anything that would cause you stress. my way of doing this is i usually write down what i want to achieve during the meditation first (am i shifting? am i just meditating to relax? am i planning on meditating and then sleeping afterwards?) and then listen to music to relax and address any thoughts or things that i feel like would distract me whilst meditating (ie : overdue assignments).

11. choosing ur method

do you like listening to music peacefully, can you focus well with it? — make a playlist of songs that you can meditate to. are you better at following instructions and can focus better on that? — find a guided meditation (personal tip ; go with a shorter one first that is just for the sake of meditation so you can get used to it). you can choose ambience, white noise or even just listen to nothing ! it's all based on what works for you ; if you don't know what works for you, test out different methods.

111. focus !!!

something that seems to be the hardest for most people is focusing, having to sit down or lay down in a position and focus can be a bit hard BUT one way of making it easier is some basic breathing exercises & i'm not talking about the ones where you hold your breathe for 20 seconds - i'm talking about the ones where you simply take deep breaths. spend as long as you wish, allowing yourself to relax until you feel like you're calm enough and then jump into what you're meditating for. for example , lets say you're meditating to manifest a day off school :

if you dont feel calm, take a few deep breaths until you feel a bit emptyheaded & allow yourself to get comfortable in that space (comfort is key !!!)

focus on wanting your day off & live in the end in whatever way you prefer (visualisation, affirmations etc) for as long as you wish !

you can drift away from your thoughts here and there and that's okay ! just don't panic and go back to focusing as you wish

remember that there's not one way of focusing , go with what vibes with you !

1111. don't think of time

now that you're focusing on what you're manifesting for, you may be thinking "how long has it been? am i on track?" — rather than worrying about the time, don't even think that time exists. allow yourself to live in a timeless space, it doesn't matter if it's been 5 minutes or 5 hours — time doesn't exist.

v. enjoy it

for whatever reason you're manifesting for, enjoy it. don't turn it into a stressful task, don't worry if you're doing it the "wrong" way — enjoy yourself & allow yourself to meditate. you cannot meditate wrong, so don't worry about that possibility and unwind.

EXTRA TIPS :

♡ if you're worrying about being disrupted during the meditation, meditate early in the morning/late at night

☆ scared of getting muscle cramps from lying down a certain way? do some stretches beforehand !

♡ struggle to be still for a set amount of time ? choose a repetitive motion and use that to replace being still (i personally rock side to side a lot, it won't make it harder for you to meditate)

thats all ~ if u have any questions feel free 2 inbox me <333

rmbr that you're forever limitless & changing ★

[dearanakin]

"Rely on You" - Eddie Munson x f!Reader

Summary: You try to keep yourself away from people only to bump into Eddie at the Skull Rock. You end up getting high with him and inviting him over to listen to some music with you. But there's something about you that makes him drop his shield down.

Warning: Sex, safe sex, cursing, fluffiness. 18+ MINORS DNI

Word count: 4.1k

You found yourself a good place to hide in the middle of the forest, the Skull Rock is probably a good spot to find if you wanna be away from everyone.

Not that it wouldn't expect to have people there, but most of the time it's just you, one of your favorite books and your Walkman.

You played your favorite song as you sat down and kept reading the pages. You were too stressed you couldn't be on school's play because it was already full.

You usually spend a lot of time in the nature, but this was one of those days where you wished you could get away from Hawkins for a while.

Not that you were used to staying away from home late, but it wasn't an option to go back to school after experiencing frustration. It was your way of dealing with things.

You decided to lie down on the grass, not caring about any insects around, and let the music turn up.

It was one of the things you liked most and felt pleasure about, being able to be away from the noise and people, listening to the birds chipping and the trees swaying.

Not much time passed, but when you were almost dozing off, you thought you heard a noise nearby, but with the headphones on it was difficult to know what it could be.

The silhouette that approached almost fell back in fright, and Eddie Munson screamed, completely scared. "Jesus, fuck. Shit." The man held his chest with one hand, while carrying some belongings in the other.

Of course he wasn't the only one who was scared, as with the scream and the sudden approach, you were pale as you tried to catch the breath you lost.

“What the hell are you doing here?”, he seemed uncomfortable with your presence. Eddie didn't have many friends and was almost always walking around alone.

Eddie Munson wasn't very fond of people. Especially after receiving several nasty nicknames, as well as dirty looks from other people.

His coldness became a defense mechanism, especially against girls. They were the ones he used to run away from.

He sat down next to the stone and brought a flask to his mouth, sipping the content quickly. You found his question strange, but you didn't care.

“I thought this was a public place?”, you joked and Munson shrugged.

"Geez, next time leave a reminder. I must have had two heart attacks," he replied, exasperated and you rolled your eyes.

"Sorry, I thought Skull Rock wouldn't receive so many people during the day, in the middle of class." You put your headphones away and heard him mumble something.

"Normally not, but I think it's becoming a common thing these days."

The two of you spent too long without saying a word, something that was already bothering your throat. He clearly wouldn't open his mouth to start a conversation, in fact he would never do that. At least he thought.

"Do you smoke weed?" he asked, as he assembled his own roll. His eyes narrowed and the first thing you thought was “where did his shit come from”.

You shook your head, whispering "no", while he remained focused rolling his smoke.

And again the two of you were sitting distinctly far from each other without saying a single word. Eddie wasn't in the mood to talk to you, especially since he only knew you as a classmate and not a friend.

But then again, it shouldn't hurt to smoke once. Eddie noticed when you stood up, approaching him, as he looked at you strangely.

You took the object from his hand, without really knowing how you would do it, and inhaled it. The smoke, at first, burned and you coughed a few times. He laughed, he was already used to the reaction from the first drag.

"You're gonna feel relaxed soon" he said as he inhaled again.

A few minutes later, as he said, you were left feeling like you weren't completely sane. The taste of weed in your mouth left it much drier than you expected.

His calm, low breathing gave you a feeling of fullness. You could see from the corner of your eyes that Munson was already feeling the breeze. But he was already used to it and knew how to deal with the sensation.

Without saying anything, the two of you just enjoyed the weed stone, talking and rambling things that you might not even remember later.

Sitting next to him, you inhaled all the air, filling your lungs and letting it out immediately. Something extremely random came into your mind.

“What’s your favorite shampoo?”, you asked, almost innocently. When he finished the smoke, he was surprised by your question, laughing.

"My shampoo? What kind of question is that?" Munson propped himself up by his elbows at his side, looking asthe sky startedto change colors.

"Eddie, your hair is from like a diva. Yes, what's your favorite shampoo?", you repeated the question and he seemed to think for a moment.

"From a diva? What? It must be from a well-known brand, I know it smells like mint," he explained, being surprised by your sudden attitude of smelling his hair.

By tangling a few strands of hair, you traced your nose along the length. Eddie looked at you with a strange look, but laughed when he realized it was the effect of the marijuana.

A roaring noise brought you both out of a weird trance, and you realized you were starting to get hungry.

"Hey, let's eat. I'm starving!", you gathered your things and waited for him to take his and left.

You had to have smoked something to believe that inviting Eddie Munson to have dinner with you would make sense. Because until then, that guy in front of you avoided any kind of interaction.

The two of you entered a Burger King, catching some people's attention with the way you laughed aimlessly and were distracted by little things.

As you sat down at the table already carrying your snacks and drinks, you didn't wait long to start devouring the food in front of you.

Eddie watched you with amusement, he knew that the first few times of marijuana caused a terrible desire to eat.

"My God, this is the best burger in the world!", you exclaimed in a slightly louder tone than normal, causing curious looks.

Laughing, Eddie agreed, looking closely at the way you focused on enjoying your snack, distracted. He still didn't know why you were also away from the city, in Skull Rock, but he imagined that something might be bothering you.

When the effect wears off, you'll realize that you made the most of your stoned time with Eddie Munson, and your reaction would be a big "what the fuck happened?".

As soon as you two finished eating, you invited him to go listen to some music at your house, since you found out that he liked rock bands and you were also a fan of some that he used to listen to.

When you got home, you were still stoned, the effect of marijuana slightly working its way through your system, as you opened a bottle of wine to share with the metalhead in your company.

The two of you sat at the kitchen island, enjoying the music playing on the radio you turned on.

"So why were you alone?", Eddie asked after a moment of silence, while you both enjoyed the red wine. He looked around your house minutely, noticing every detail.

"Ah, school stuff. It doesn't matter to those who don't care," you made it clear that you didn't want to get into the subject, at least at that moment. "And you?".

Munson downed the wine glass in one gulp before filling it with more liquid. He kept a friendly expression, but deep down, a little bitter.

"Ah, I'm already tired of this Hawkins school. Very superficial people, the guys care a lot about their appearance. I have no patience," the guy explained.

You weren’t as high as you were before, but you agreed with him. You knew that people really were futile, many cared too much about status, so he was right.

"That I agree. I've seen the guys making fun of you sometimes, it's just plain ridiculous. They think they're so important", you say as he agrees with you. He didn't look like someone who would just be an asshole for nothing, he wasn't exactly one after all.

Out of nowhere, as you were just enjoying each other's company, you get up from your stool and you grab his hand, pulling him upstairs as you make your way to your bedroom.

Eddie proclaimed something inaudible as you entered your room and stared at your bass hanging on the wall, covered with its case. The sound coming from his mouth made you look back at him, who was mesmerized at the sight.

"No fucking way you own a bass!", he said as his eyes brightened. He got closer to it and looked back at you. "Can I?".

You nodded and stared at him, who happily and carefully took the bass off the case. Munson seemed too distracted as he trailed his fingers against the object, mumbling words you couldn't hear.

As he sat on your bed and held it closer to him. He's obviously seen one before, especially because he's in a band. But the fact he knows a girl owns one, made his heart flinch. He was a sucker for girls with tastes similar to his.

And it was a fucking Fender Bass, he was definitely dreaming.

"Wanna hear me play it?", you asked as you went looking for your small amplifier and he was still head over heals with you.

"Fuck yeah, I want!", he seemed too carried away. Eddie handed you your bass and you sat next to him. You started playing "Nothing Else Matters" by Metallica and you heard him giggling.

He was definitely enjoying watching you as you played the notes perfectly, you were humming the lyrics so you wouldn't get lost on it.

He started singing the song along with you and you locked eyes, he smiled at the action.

The fact you could play so perfectly even after being high and drinking alcohol made you realize how good it felt to be interacting with someone like Eddie. He was just something else, he was nice, gentle, and he was fun to talk with.

You never realized he was this cool, but you've always knew he was different from the others at school. He didn't give a flying fuck about what they thought of him, he didn't bow down for the guys who would make fun of him.

As you got up from your bed and started playing around your room, Munson kept the rhythm, banging his head as you played the last few notes of the song.

He looked impressed by you, he looked like he was enjoying a private show and he was your groupie.

"That was fucking awesome", he said as you finished the song and rested your bass on your wall.

"You think?". He was still smiling at you and your cheeks flushed.

"That was hot, actually". Munson stared at you as he got closer. "So hot I think I might want to kiss you right now".

The way he said it made your stomach sink inside your body and your skin shivered at the way he was looking at you. It felt intense, but at the same time, there was intimacy somehow.

It didn't honestly feel like he was only doing it for fun, or playing a game with you. But either way, you were a little drunk and your body was feeling hot because of the alcohol.

The actual mixture of the alcohol and the tension between you two started making you feel like kissing him too.

So you did. You did it first, wrapping your arms around him and tip toeing as he was taller than you.

You crashed your lips against his and Eddie wrapped his left arm around your waist as his other one cupped your neck. His frizzy hair smelled like mint, definitely making you short of breath, and his growing beard was gently scratching your skin.

He opened his mouth to explore your tongue and the touch made you groan under him. Munson chuckled slightly as he started twirling his tongue around yours, nibbling on your lower lip.

You tried to focus on the moment, but your thoughts were distracting you from enjoying it entirely, because the way he gently embraced you and kissed you made you feel dizzy.

His smell was going to be stuck on you, his cologne and his smoky Hellfire Club shirt was sticking to you like a magnet. You trailed your hands between his curly hair and it felt like silk, Eddie started to feel his own skin crawl with your touch.

You didn't know if it was right to actually lay down on your bed with him, but at that moment if felt good.

You were slowly pushing him against your bed and he hit the back of his knees on the mattress. Munson broke the kiss only to look at you, he was confused as fuck honestly.

You made him hit his back on your bed as you started to climb above him, smiling. He knew it was okay to be intimate by the way you grinned at him and he pulled you for another kiss.

It was still gentle but this time it had a hint of lust, and the way he pulled your hair against his fingers made you moan.

You weren't much of having sex with guys out there for pure pleasure or just for fun, there was always a feeling behind it. It wasn't like you dated a lot, and at that point, if you dated five people, that was a lot.

But with Eddie something seemed to be different, the energy he transmitted was different. He didn't have malice, he didn't have the ego of a person who just wanted to fuck you and leave afterwards, without talking to you.

You undressed easily because of the alcohol, but you didn't care if it looked like desperation. He stared at you as if you were a monument, your chest rising and falling quickly due to the lack of air from the kiss, the way the bra perfectly covered your breasts made him excited.

You helped him take off his shirt and looked at his chest. He wasn't sculptural, he wasn't spotted, but he was striking, quite striking.

The fervent exchange of glances brought a different energy around you. There was desire there, but it wasn't desperate.

Eddie lifted his torso and kissed you again greedily, his plump lips covering yours perfectly. His agile tongue dancing against yours left you desperate for more. His large but delicate hands rested on your waist as they moved to remove your jeans.

You had to separate from him to take off the piece of clothing, seeing that he took advantage of the moment to repeat your gesture. He never took his eyes off you, not even for a second, to get rid of his pants.

The bubble surrounding you caused a furore, the air was already becoming dense, while the exchange of glances burned against your bodies.

When you lay on top of him again, Eddie didn't want to waste any time, grabbing your ass with both hands, squeezing them with desire.

His mouth against yours made him let out a grunt, as he rubbed his already hard member in his underwear against your core.

It was becoming difficult to breathe, not only because of the kisses, but because of the way you both trailed their hands down your bodies, both waists rubbing against each other.

“Fuck, that feels good,” he hissed as he cupped your ass, grinding against your body. Munson was on the verge of exploding, his body was starting to sweat and he no longer wanted just provocation.

You gave him a long kiss before separating your bodies, looking for a condom on your nightstand. It wasn't like you would ever bring a guy into your room, and even if he was saving some, you already had it in hand.

Gently covering his cock after removing his last piece of clothing, he took the opportunity to try to undo the clasp of your bra, looking at you intensely.

His dick throbbed at your touch, precum already dripping down his skin as you slid the condom down his length.

He trailed his gaze all over your body, while you focused on giving him a few minutes of pleasure by stroking him, before sitting on him.

He was waiting for that, he was grateful that the marijuana had already worn off, because he would have difficulty getting hard.

But when he saw you positioning yourself against his tip, Eddie helped you by holding his dick. You leaned in for a lust-filled kiss, your breasts crushed against his skin and he let out a delirious murmur.

When he placed his tip at your entrance, you hissed against his lips, he had already entered a trance that left him scattered, focusing on your small walls.

Slowly you accommodated yourself on his length, sitting inch by inch until his whole cock was inside you.

You watched as he rolled his eyes back in an act of pleasure, holding your hips tightly, marking your skin with his short nails.

You started slowly riding him as he thrusted against your core, his cock was somewhat thick but not too thick so it would slide perfectly inside you.

"Oh God, Munson", you whined against him. You were still riding him slowly, your walls already clentching each time his tip with your core.

He was on cloud nine at this point, his mumbles coming out of his mouth as he tried to catch his breath.

You kept your pace still, trying to gather every feeling inside you, the way he was thrusting against you holding your hips, and the feeling of his cock inside you was mind blowing. Obviously you've felt like this before, but for some reason it felt ten times better with him.

He was careful, gentle, smooth. He wasn't desperate, he didn't slap your ass only because it was everyone's kink, he didn't curse or used dirty words. It was honestly passionate, and you liked it either way.

As soon as you began to sit on him less delicately and more willingly, your sensitive clit pressed more eagerly against his skin.

In fact, the position brought you more desire, as his tip banged hard against your core.

Eddie was on his own little word as he would groan and hiss every time you pounded against him. His thrusts were getting sloppier each time you rode him faster. One of his hands cupped your breast while the other one was still holding your hip.

"Fuck, this is so fucking good", he slurred against you. You caught him by surprise when your body rolled over him, the movement giving you every kind of pleasure as possible, while his cock matched your rhythm.

The more you rocked, the more sensitive your spot became, and the more Eddie tried to hold back the mumbles he wanted to utter. He was very scandalous, he wouldn't be able to hold back.

You cupped his face against your small hands as you started to trail small kisses on his jawline, cheeks and neck.

You wanted to devour him but this wasn't actually appropriate right now, so you just kep nibbling on his skin.

You could feel a lump on his throat as you kept leaving wet kisses on his skin. Your body was all sweaty and you felt numb for a second when his cock hit one delicious spot inside you.

It made you growl his name, making him stare at you with lust.

"Fuck, don't stop Eddie", you cried. You were both panting, the loud noises of skin slapping against each other filling your bedroom. He pounded on you harder and it hit you again.

He didn't stop his thrusts and kept his pace until he noticed you started melting down on his touch.

A heavy wave of pleasure took your entire body and you started to shiver when your release hit you so hard you had to clench around him.

Munson almost yelled by the way your cunt embraced him as he started to tremble under your body. He gushed inside the condom and you felt his length throb inside you, washing over his protection.

Both of you were still trembling from the orgasm, trying to relax as the pleasure was still taking over your entire body.

He was still inside of you and didn't move an inch, just enjoying the moment before it was definitely over.

"That was so hot", he murmured against your ear, while you remained lying on his chest. You smiled at him, he repeated the gesture, gently grabbing your lips, biting your lower lip.

He thrusted against you suddenly and you grunted, surprised by his action. The pleasure still enveloped both of you and his gesture almost made you want to keep riding him, but you were so sensitive that you no longer felt the strength to continue.

"You're wonderful, Eddie", you said under your short breath and it caught him off guard. He shyly smirked as he pecked your lips.

"You're amazing, (Y/N)", he affirmed, leaving your cunt empty as he looked at you before cleaning himself up. "Next time before this happens, I would like to go on a date with you".

"I'll hold that thought", you joke as you dressed yourself with your underwear and his Hellfire Club shirt.

"Ouch, you just hurt my ego", Eddie played along as he dressed himself as well and you laughed.

You and Eddie lay down on your bed, both still catching your breath after a while. You stared at your ceiling, feeling his warmth close to you.

"Say Eddie, do you usually bring girls over?", you asked curiously.

"Not even if they wanted to", you heard him snort.

"Why not?", you lay on your side and look at his expression. He scrunched his nose to your question but answered anyway.

"Like 96% of this hellhole thinks I'm a freak. So I just don't. They either invite me over or I just find a motel or something".

The way he explained it felt really personal, but you couldn't agree more with him. People usually tend to look at him like he's out of this world.

"This is what makes you more special. Because you're not like them", you stated, gently. He chuckled at your thought, though.

"Yeah, not being like them... that's what makes it worse".

"I thought you didn't care about what they thought".

"I don't. But that doesn't mean I feel welcome everywhere", he sounded bitter. It definitely caught you off guard.

The man who usually wears a shield and uses ignorance as self protection suddenly let his guard off.

You stroked his jawline and he closed his eyes to the touch. You had no idea what you were feeling right now, but it was definitely compassion for him.

He seemed too vulnerable, something he didn't seem to be around other people.

"You're a great person. You should rely on your friends and on the people who care about you". He thinks you're unbelievably drunk as your words hit against his skin.

But the way you look at him says otherwise. You were cherishing him at the moment.

For the past few hours you were with him, you've never felt more comfortable around a guy. Obviously, besides Steve and Jonathan and your other male friends.

He cupped your chin and gave you a wet but honest kiss. It felt like heaven. He just studied your reaction to his kiss and breathed you in.

"You're one of a kind, (Y/N). Thank you for that", Munson said after he parted your lips. He gave you a kind smile and rested his forehead against your small hand.

He seemed pretty lightheaded, he was too overwhelmed by what happened and he really wanted to see you again.

This time, he wanted it to be a proper date, he wanted to get know you better, he wanted to see you play your bass more times. Eddie just wanted to have you around, as he felt like you could be a really great company for him.

[eros-ghoulette]

Such a moment

Fluff. Just fluff. (The GIF is random, but you'll get it if you read it)

Characters: Ifrit, Zephyr, Mountain, Aether Word count: 672

There was only one word to describe how their day had been: exhausting. Ifrit and Zephyr both collapsed on the fireghoul's bed. Ifrit's face buried into a pillow, his legs dangling over the edge; he let out a small noise that reminded the other of a baby lynx they once saw in a nature documentary. A chuckle escaped the airghoul as they thought about it, earning Ifrit's attention.

“What?” he asked, one eye closed as he turned his head to face his mate. Zephyr could only laugh more as they saw the incredibly adorable expression on his face and reached out to take Ifrit's hearing aid off, a small ritual of theirs.

“Nothing,” they said, giggling, “you’re just cute, you know?”

Even after all this time, a faint blush appeared on his cheeks. Zeph rarely said such things, and when they did, it always felt really special to Ifrit. He hid his face in the pillow again and sighed: “I need to shower.”

The airghoul nodded and sat up; their legs were hurting. Zeph knew they wouldn’t shower today. Not even bathing felt like a good decision to them. Walking for hours around the city without their cane hadn’t been a good idea, but here they were. Ifrit also pulled himself up now, tilting his head to look at Zephyr, a smile on his lips.

“Should I get us something to eat beforehand?” he asked.

“No, you'll go showering, I'll get us dinner,” they said.

“Okay.” The guitarist knew better than to say anything against it and stood up to pick up a fresh pair of pyjama pants. His hand brushed over Zeph's cheek before leaving the room.

The moment Ifrit left, Zephyr pulled out their phone, calling Mountain. While on the phone, they took their cane and left, heading for the kitchen. The tall ghoul helped them prepare a plate of sandwiches and carried it back to Ifrit's room. They walked past the bathroom, hearing the loud music Ifrit usually listened to when he showered.

“Can you also help me with the mattress, please?” Zeph asked, rummaging through the closet and pulling out a few blankets. They hissed as their knee cracked loudly.

Mountain nodded. “Sure, what do you wanna do with it?”

“Put it next to the bed.”

The drummer also helped with the rest, getting some chairs and attaching the blankets to form a cave. He also brought some fairy lights from his room to make the pillowfort more comfy, and then helped Zephyr to bring all the pillows from their room into Ifrit's.

When Ifrit came back to his room, he found the lights dimmed. The airghoul was nowhere to be seen. Ifrit felt himself grinning like a little kid as he saw the pillowfort, his tail wagging behind him. Just two minutes later, Zeph came back in a pair of black sweatpants and an old t-shirt.

“You like it?” they said, smiling as they saw the excited fireghoul. His hair still a bit wet and the scar on his head clearly visible under his freshly cut sides.

Ifrit rushed over and stole himself a quick kiss, practically bouncing with eagerness to crawl into the pillowfort.

They ended up sitting close together, their tails intertwined as Ifrit searched for a film to watch on their laptop, Zephyr munching on one of the sandwiches. He finally settled on Miss Undercover, a film both of them liked. Ifrit wrapped one arm around his mate, making sure that Zeph found a position that wouldn’t hurt them.

A few hours later, the only thing to be heard was their mutual purring coming from the pillowfort. Zeph spread out on their back, Ifrit's arm over their belly, his head on their chest, drooling a bit on Zeph's shirt. Next to them, an empty plate, just some breadcrumbs left and the turned-off laptop.

When Aether came to get them for breakfast in the morning, he couldn’t help but take a pic and let them sleep. He definitely wouldn’t want to interrupt such a moment.

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i died while writing this because they are too AHHHHHH and i wanna watch Miss Undercover and my legs hurt

@aweisz there you go

Reblogs are really appreciated

[luci-is-a-bitch-x3x]

Obey Me! Brothers & Thunderstorms:

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Welcome! To this adventure! The characters may not be how you imagine! I apologize for any poor jokes, bad spelling, and terrible grammar. Without further ado, please enjoy the content. ♡

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CW: The Celestial Realm war talk, small amount of like angst PTSD talk, angst but eventual fluff.

Notes: this is supposed to take place soon after the fall, the brothers are in HoL, Mc isn't in this story, id say it's mostly told from Lucifers perspective of third person.

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The Devildom has some crazy weather, weather that can sometimes even scare demons. This story takes place on a particularly stormy night, the storms in the Devildom are a harsh difference to the ones in The Celestial Realm. The storms in the Devildom usually serve as a harsh reminder of the different lives the brothers have lived, a reminder of the actions that lead them to live in such a harsh dark place, that they now forever call home.

Lucifer is in his room, his brothers were getting used to the new house so they weren't causing too much trouble. He planned to listen to a cursed record and just try and enjoy the night, but he could hardly hear the music over the sound of the storm raging outside. The rain is beating against Lucifer's bedroom windows, the wind howling loudly. The lighting flashing through his windows and the loud crackle and booms of the thunder doesn't help ease his mind. Lucifer's been doing the opposite of relaxing ever since the storm started, everything about the storm has been subtly reminding Lucifer of a recent memory that's been haunting him. The loud noises of the storm reminded him of the screams and clashing sounds that he heard during The Celestial Realm War. Trying so hard to protect all his siblings and do what's right for all of them, to keep them all together and safe...but he failed. Yes he knows unlike his brothers that Lilith got a second chance, got reborn as a human..but she still wasn't with them any longer. Lucifer was happy Lilith got a second chance, happy she was getting to live and find someone to love without judgement...but he still feels like he failed as an older sibling...failed to keep them all safe and together...failed to- A knock on his bedroom door snaps Lucifer back to reality, he turns his head to look at the door just in time to spot white floofy hair and blue/yellow eyes peaking into his room. Stormy nights can be hard for Lucifer, but they're also a reminder to him that he's the eldest and has a responsibility to take care of and comfort the siblings he has now...not dwell on the ones he can't protect or care for anymore. With a deep breath Lucifer shoves all his thoughts and feelings to the back of his mind and looks at the second born peaking into his room giving Mammon a soft look, not his usual intimidating look. "Do you need to sleep in here with me tonight?" Lucifer asks calmly, not seeming upset or opposed to the idea. Mammon being Mammon gives this response, "I don't need to, I'm brave enough to sleep in my own room." Despite Mammon's words Mammon slips into his older brother's room shutting the door once he's inside.

Lucifer shakes his head with a slight smile, knowing the second born all too well. Lucifer motions for Mammon to go sit on his bed, but before either can move or do anything another knock is heard on Lucifer's bedroom door. The door creaks open and both Lucifer and Mammon watch as orange eyes and purple hair peak through the crack in the door. The third born panics and goes to scurry away when he sees Mammon in Lucifer's room as well. Lucifer manages to call out right after watching the third born's purple hair disappear from the crack in the door, "Leviathan." Lucifer calls out, figuring Levi would stop since he was being serious and said Levi's full name. "You can come in here as well, you don't have to go be scared on your own. Mammon can't make fun of you, that's why he is in here." Lucifer says, Mammon protesting to Lucifer's comment in the background. Lucifer walks to his bedroom door and swings it all the way open, seeing Levi standing on the other side anxiously fidgeting with his fingers. Levi's eyes go wide as Lucifer swings the door open and for a second Lucifer thinks Levi's going to run again, but a loud crash of thunder causes the third born to scurry into Lucifer's room, hopping straight into Lucifer's bed. Lucifer watches as Mammon follows Levi and sits on Lucifer's bed as well, Mammon teasing Levi for being in the room scared even though Mammon's there for that exact reason, though he refused to say as much. Lucifer shakes his head as he watches the two with a slight smile, seeing two of his brothers on his bed already makes him begin to hope his bed magically expands just in case another one of his brothers shows up. As if on queue, a loud strike of thunder is heard and then Lucifer hears someone dramatically scream his name, he knows it's Asmo before the fifth born even has a chance to burst through Lucifer's bedroom door and latch himself to Lucifer. Asmo dramatically scolds Lucifer for not coming to save him when Lucifer should've known Asmo would be scared of the storm. Lucifer rolls his eyes, shimming Asmo into the room and then going to close his door, though he quickly stops when he hears two sets of footsteps approaching his door. Lucifer swings his bedroom door back open to see the twins approaching, Beel is walking in front and Belphie is clinging to Beel's side hiding a little behind Beel.

Lucifer doesn't even have a chance to say anything to the twins before he spots Satan making his way slowly down the hall seemingly headed towards Lucifer's room as well. Satan's carrying a book with him, and Lucifer sighs, knowing his bed won't be able to fit and hold all of them. Once all 6 of his younger brothers are in his room, Lucifer rounds them up telling them- "We're all going to sleep in the Commons room tonight, just in case the storm does anything to the house, we'll all be together to take care of it." Lucifer makes that his reasoning so he doesn't hear any tsundere complaints or arguments from his brothers. Mostly none of his brothers complain and they all soon begin to make their way towards the commons room, everyone's more huddled together and waiting on Lucifer to walk, the storm still raging outside causing them to be fearful. They get to the commons room with mostly no problems, just some bickering and a small amount of pushing and shoving. Eventually the 7 brothers get to the commons room, Lucifer watches as his 6 younger brothers begin to move furniture and make a large makeshift bed on the floor near the fireplace but not to close that anything will catch fire. While his brothers do this, Lucifer goes and makes some tea and gathers up some snacks, since he knows at least Beel is hungry. Lucifer gets back into the commons room just in time for his brothers to have finished making a place for everyone to sleep. Lucifer planned to give his brothers tea and snacks and put on a movie for them, hoping that the movie is louder than the storm, but his plans are ruined when the storm takes the power out. A few screams happen, a dramatic scream from Asmo, a scream from Mammon, and Lucifer can't tell if the other scream came from Belphie or Levi. When the power goes out Lucifer is almost tackled as three of his brothers cling onto him for safety. Lucifer calms everyone down and uses magic to light the fireplace, then he prys himself free of his brothers's grasps so he can light some candles around the room to provide more light. His brothers seem to calm down once there's more light in the room, all the brothers have their snacks and tea, and then slowly but surely everyone finds themselves a place to lay down on the makeshift bed, closer together then you'll ever catch any of the brothers admitting. Everyone's half tired but not completely ready to fall asleep yet, the warmth of the fireplace is enough to make them drowsy, but not enough to make them fall completely asleep. It's unclear which brother suggests it..but someone suggests that Lucifer reads the book that Satan had been carrying. So Lucifer sits there reading to his younger brothers, making his voice loud enough to be heard over the thunder and wind of the storm outside, but soft and soothing enough to put his brothers to sleep. Lucifer watches as each of his brothers fall asleep one by one as he reads out loud to them, he even reads out loud for a little bit after they all fall asleep, just to make sure they stay asleep. Eventually Lucifer grows tired himself, he lets himself lay down, laying in a position where he can still watch over his brothers. Right before he closes his eyes he quietly mutters to his brothers that he won't fail them, that he'll keep them safe and happy, and he will. He'll do whatever it takes to keep them all safe, happy and together. Some people will say he spoils them, and some people will even say he's too mean or controlling, but ultimately he's just doing whatever it takes to make sure he doesn't fail as the eldest again.

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Thats all for now babes! Hope you enjoyed!! ♡ This is not proofread. Feel free to comment or reblog any thoughts or any add ons you have! It's spaced like that because Tumblr hates me, sorry.the end was kinda rushed it was late and I wanted to sleep, but still I hope you enjoyed it. I have other thunderstorm prompts so maybe I'll do them sometime. Anyways more contents coming soon, Stay Tuned. Stay Safe & Stay Spooky! ♡

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[suuuupernovaaa]

Secrets | Hobie Brown x f!Reader

The air is thick with smoke and body odor, and the sweet undertone of the mixed drink in my hand cuts through it, just barely, when I raise it to my lips. The bass from the speakers is so loud that I can barely hear myself think, and even though the music is good, I can't help but wonder if the band will be finished before the pounding headache sets in.

Amelia grips my elbow, pulling me towards the stairway. Just one flight up is the roof, and though it's packed with party goers and somehow almost as smokey as inside, it's much quieter.

Just the noise of traffic, chatter, people bumping into each other and apologizing, horns blaring, but no heart-thumping music.

I take a deep breath and lean on the hard concrete that lines the building, the only thing separating us from tumbling to the street far below.

"What's up with you?" Amelia asks, and I shrug, staring over the building down at the people walking by. It's nearly midnight, but the streets in this part of town always seem to be busy.

I wonder whose apartment this is, anyway? Hobie didn't say, and like usual, I didn't ask.

"Tell me." She gives me a gentle shrug. It must be the alcohol; tears gather in my eyes as I look back at her. "Oh shit. What is it?"

My mouth opens, and then snaps closed again.

"Is it Hobie?"

--

When his band is finished, Hobie slings his guitar over his back and scans the room for her. Usually, she'd be sitting near by, listening, smiling and waving, encouraging him with just her presence, but she slipped away near the beginning of their set.

Where did she go? She's been so weird lately...

She's nowhere inside, so Hobie makes his way up to the roof, nodding and giving hand-shakes to anyone acknowledging him on his way up.

Hobie takes a deep breath. The air is crisp and cold up here. He spots her, to the right, through the crowd. Her colorful hair makes her easy to spot anywhere, even in crowds like this, where blonde or brown hair is the minority.

He approaches and stretches out his arm to grab her, but he catches his name, and stops to listen. Maybe she'll say something he can tease her about later.

"Is it Hobie?" Amelia, Y/N's best friend, asks. Hobie is confused by the look on her face. Brow furrowed, lips turned down... what's he done to upset them now?

Y/N nods. "Well it's... it's not Hobie, really. It's my fault. I keep thinking he'll figure it out, right? Like, I am pretty obvious about it, aren't I?"

Amelia reaches over, and though Hobie can only see the back of Y/N, it's pretty obvious Amelia is wiping away a tear.

He tries to remember if he ever saw Y/N cry before... he really doesn't think he has. She's a woman of few words, and even fewer emotions. What's got her so upset now? What's it got to do with him?

"There's no point, though. He doesn't like me. It's just hard, being around him so much."

Amelia pulls her friend into her arms, and Hobie feels sick to his stomach. Is that what this is about? Was Y/N's flirting not a joke, after all? He'd just assumed... it didn't seem like she was interested in a relationship with anyone, so he hadn't bothered her about it.

Suddenly, Hobie feels like he's intruding on something really private. Amelia lets Y/N go, and he has to choose quickly - retreat, or interject himself into their conversation?

"Hobie!" His choice is taken from him as, finally, Amelia notices he's there. She glances at him, and back at Y/N, panic on her face. "Great set!"

Hobie tucks his hands into his hoodie and strolls over, trying to remain as casual as he always appears. "Not like you two would know, up here chatting."

He throws his arm around Y/N, pulling her close, pretending he can't tell that her nose is red and her cheeks are a little wet.

"Needed some air," she says with a small shrug and a smile. Hobie isn't one for grand gestures, but seeing the tears on her cheeks and knowing they're kind of his fault, it makes him want to shout how he feels in front of everyone, right there. He could stand up on this ledge here and shout it. Confess that he's been in love with her since the moment they met.

But Y/N would hate that, and he kind of hates it too.

Amelia makes an excuse about getting everyone a drink, and slinks away, leaving Hobie and Y/N alone.

Hobie takes a deep breath, and opens his mouth to speak.

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Shit shit shit, I curse myself. Why was I crying? Why am I still crying? Hobie removes his arm from around my shoulders, and I quickly wipe my eyes with the sleeve of my sweater, hoping it isn't too obvious.

I know it is, though. Maybe Hobie will be polite and just ignore it. Not ask.

"I gotta tell you a secret," he says, leaning against the brick ledge, crossing one foot over the other. He tilts his head over, his hair flopping, and smiles.

"Okay," I reply, crossing my arms to stop myself from reaching out to adjust his studded necklace, which is just a little cock-eyed. I need to start keeping my hands to myself.

"I've got a big crush," Hobie says, his words running together in that way they sometimes do, causing a few second delay between them coming out of his mouth and me grasping their meaning.

It feels like a vice is starting to close around my heart, and a great lump rises up in my throat. The corner of my eyes start to sting. I look away, squinting into the distance. "Oh?"

Hobie rushes forward suddenly, grabbing both of my upper arms in his large hands. "Oh fuck, Y/N! It's you. Don't cry. It's you I've got that crush on."

I turn back to him, my jaw slack, and the tears don't know whether to halt or rush forth like never before.

"What?"

"Oh yeah, for a while now. Thought you were just joking, y'know, teasing, all those times you said that stuff. About me being cute and all. So I didn't tell you. But, I'm telling you now. I have a giant, proper crush on you. Want you to be my girl."

He's still gripping my arms so tightly, and he's staring intently into my eyes. My chest is heaving up and down, and just one or two tears escape, falling down my cheeks.

Before I can wipe them away, Hobie cups my face in his hand, and uses his thumb to brush the tears from my skin.

"No more crying now," he says with a tsk, tsk.

"Kiss me then," I reply, my voice quiet and breathy, as he has truly just taken it away.

The corner of his mouth turns up in a very signature Hobie smirk. "With pleasure," he says, and brings his mouth to mine.

I have been kissed before. Some have been good, some have been bad, and some have been downright sinfully excellent.

None of them compare to this. The soft warmth of his lips mixed with the cool sting of his lip piercing. One of his large hands holding the back of my head so I can't escape, as if I would want to, and the other tracing over my shoulder, down my arm, and finally around my waist. He pulls me firmly to him, my chest pressing against his, and I wrap my arms around his neck, holding on as if I may truly fall off this building if I let go.

I lose myself in it. Months of pent up sadness, frustration, anger and love are released. I sigh into his mouth, and I feel his lips curl up into a satisfied smile.

He pulls away for just a moment to look down at me, and we grin at each other, ear to ear.

"Wow," I say.

"Let's go back to mine. I'll show you wow."

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MARCH.

SUMMARY: even after all that time, she still sees him in everything that she does.

PAIRING: ellie williams x gn!reader

WARNINGS: angsty :((

A/N: new lizzy mcalpine came out and this is what yall get! havent wrote angst in a minute so dont tell me if it sucks!

TRYNA FIND THE LESSON IN IT ALL, BUT I HAVEN’T LEARNED ANYTHING

it’s eerily silent as you walk in at the end of the day.

normally you both head to joels for dinner, a vinyl plays while he cooks, ellie bothering him the whole time. or tommy and joel talking about anything and everything on the couch. ellie learning a new song.

but it’s different now.

the kitchen is empty, a lone bowl on the counter near the sink. the couch ellie begged him dor is empty, but the ghost of him is in the dip on the far side, a pillow propped up neatly. ellie doesn’t say a word, doesn’t make a sound. she’s a lot quieter.

she’s in bed still, staring at the ceiling, mouthing something you can’t decipher. when you sit beside her and run a hand through her hair she tries a smile. it falls flat, not the same.

ellie finds a kind of comfort in the quiet, your fingers gently untangling the knots in her hair. she can’t stand the idea of his music without him, but a tune he hummed constantly is stuck in her head.

you whisper about your day when she asks. tell her the chores you did, about what you’ll have to eat tonight. she hums when need be, content to just listen to your voice fill the room.

ellie goes to joel’s the next day.

the new place is good, though not really new now you’ve been here so long.

ellie likes the sheep, a sweet reminder. she takes good care of them and you. she puts on a vinyl every morning while you eat breakfast. she perfects the songs joel taught her.

she tries her best to understand why, take a lesson out of it. makes the best of a bad situation. she doesn’t tell you whats in her head.

she doesn’t tell you that she sees him out the window talking to the sheep, gone with a blink. she doesn’t say that she can hear his voice mix with yours when you sing while cleaning. she doesn’t say that she feels like time has gone backwards, making her younger instead of older.

ellie watches in silence as you harmonize while doing the dishes, a small dance as you go. its dorky, her staring and you, but she loves it.

her mind is more peaceful than it used to be, he doesn’t haunt her daydreams the same way. ellie finds herself behind you, hands winding around your waist and falling flat against your stomach. she hums as she presses sweet kisses in your neck when you go quiet.

“keep singing,” she says. “i love listening.” and so you do. she grabs a tea-towel and finds her way next to you and dries the clean dishes.

she’s paused, admiring you, when his hum fills her mind. she can almost see him pouring a drink while you chat, the song just background noise.

“els,” she snaps back to reality. you question her, ask if she’s okay.

its too quiet when you wake. ellie’s usual heavy breathing not there to lull you back to sleep. ellie not there at all beside you in bed. it knocks the wind out of you as you move out of bed and down the stairs.

a bag is on the counter in front of her, packed. the jacket around her shoulders is his. the floorboards creaking stops her in her spot. hearing your shaky sigh turns her around, her face sullen and eyes tired.

your hands shake as you move to her, a watery smile and shaking hands grabbing her face. you move into her space, pulling her tightly into a hug. she’s slow to reciprocate, but her hold is tighter than yours when she does. hands rub small circles on your lower back.

she knows what you wanna ask before you do. “i need to go alone.” you’re still, breath stopping for a moment, but you nod.

you breathe her in before pulling back, your hand finds her face again. her eyes slip close as you press your lips to the corner of her mouth.

ellie can’t look back when she leaves.

[yeonkimintakecare]

Jealousy, Jealousy

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader; Angsty Fluff

Summary: You and Yoongi are going through a rough patch in your relationship while you guys decide to go out with your friends.

Author's Note: This is actually an old posting from an old instagram account I used to post stories from. I just figured I'd post them on here as I'm getting back into writing again. I wrote these like 3 years ago now and I was usually drunk when I did it (it was during the pandemic, so I was always at least tipsy, sorry about it lol.)

Anyways, what I'm trying to say is that my writing is not always great in these but I still like the stories anyways. I hope ya'll like it, I'm working on a longer fic rn, and trying to get my old work posted on my AO3 account as well.

Warnings: Alcohol mentioned, some fighting, drunk rando non-consensual dancing, implied sex (sorry I didn't really write smut back then. Still don't really.)

You release the last curl in your hair before finishing it with hairspray. You normally wouldn’t go through the trouble of doing your hair this well for the club, but with Min Yoongi as your boyfriend, you knew you weren’t going to dance much. You throw on your heels before leaving the room, you see Yoongi sitting on the couch. He looks up from his phone, you give him a twirl, he just looks at you with confusion.

“Why did you do your hair?” He asks with a scrunched up face.

“Is it a crime for me to curl my hair? Will the world end because I used hair spray?” You ask rhetorically, already annoyed that he’s picking a fight. Yoongi just sighed and grabbed the keys. You follow him out the door and into the car. You both sit there, listening to the radio. You want to say something, you really don’t want to be fighting all night, then you really won’t get to have any fun tonight.

“Listen baby.” You say while grabbing his thigh. “I just wanted to dress up for once, and when your first reaction was to ask me why I had dressed up instead of saying something nice, I got upset. I should’ve stayed calm. I’m sorry.”

Then he grunted a hmph in response. You just apologized for something that was barely your fault, and he can’t even give a response that’s more than a noise? You take your hand off of his thigh and cross your arms. You guys begin to park for the club, when you walk out you immediately see your friends, Yeona, and Seokjin. You run up to them, hugging them both.

“Y/N! Are you ready to party?” Yeona yells excitedly. Being around her cheery self immediately brings your mood up. You laugh in response and you guys continue to chat, Yoongi being quiet this whole time.

You guys finally get into the club and when the music hits your ears you can’t help but sway to it, even if you aren’t on the dance floor yet. You guys find a table and you grab Yoongi’s hand, still wanting to reconcile to have an enjoyable night, he holds your hand back rubbing the back of it. This was as much as you were probably going to get out of him, but that was okay, because at least this meant he might dance a little bit and maybe you to could, you know, make up at home later. Seokjin makes it to the table holding drinks, he hands one to you.

“I got you a vodka cranberry!” He yells over the loud music while sliding into the booth next to you. Yeona follows him setting a beer in front of Yoongi and sipping her own drink while she sits next to Seokjin. They would make such a cute couple if only one of them would back up and make the first move.

“Thank you! It’s my favorite!” You yell trying to lean closer to his ear. You feel Yoongi jerk his hand out of yours. You turn to him and he’s drinking his beer and looking away from you.

“Why are you acting like this” you say into his ear.

“Act like what?” He asks with an attitude. You scoff, he knows what he’s doing.

“Whatever I’m going to go dance.” You chug your drink and you, Yeona, and Seokjin decide to go dance. You close your eyes and try to not think about how angry you are. Yeona and Seokjin drift farther away from you, but you don’t really notice, you were too distracted by the music. You came to the club so that you could dance and have fun with your friends and Yoongi was ruining it. You loved him with all of your heart, but moments like this made you want to walk away. You understood he isn’t always great at communication, but it was still frustrating. Your thoughts are interrupted by somebody dancing behind you. When you realize it’s some random guy, you stop dancing to tell him to back off, but you feel a strong hand grab onto your arm. You look up to see Yoongi, he pushes the guy away from you and drags you to the public restroom.

“What the fuck Y/N?” He yells at you while locking the door.

“What do you mean? I was just about to tell him off! I didn’t do anything wrong.” You yell back. You can’t believe this, he really did just want to fight with you tonight. It doesn’t matter if you did something wrong or not, he would find a reason to be mad or blame it on you.

“You were just asking for attention from other guys tonight. Look at your hair and especially that dress.” He continues to scream while gesturing at the red, formfitting dress you were wearing. You feel fire fill your throat and your eyes begin to water.

“What I wear has nothing to do with impressing random men at a club and everything to do with wanting to look pretty to myself, dickhead. Also if there was any guy I wanted to impress it was you, but you’ve been acting like a jerk all night. You could’ve at least given me a compliment when I came downstairs, but no, you just made assumptions about my fucking hair.” You scoff, knowing your eyes have tears in them and doing your best to continue to look cool and also wipe your face. His look softens at the sight of you crying, realizing that he was being a dickhead. Not just for not believing in you, but also for not standing up for you.

“I’m sorry. I just feel like you dressed up because you wanted to impress Seokjin. I got jealous thinking you were trying to impress him.” Yoongi says, you appreciate him finally apologizing for his behavior, but you were still mad. You were mad that he even thought you would cheat on him, he was your whole world. You were also mad that he couldn’t communicate his insecurities to you. But somehow all of this melted away when he grabbed your arms and gave you a hug. You stood there, originally stiff but slowly melting into the hug. He adds “I really am sorry that I don’t always communicate with you, I will work on it.”

You smile, you pull him from you, he looks sad for a second. You lean in and kiss him. You can feel him smiling as he deepens the kiss. You wrap your arms around his neck as he wraps his arms around your waist. He grabs your bottom and grabs your *CENSORED CENSORED CENSORED*

You walk out of the bathroom, the line of people waiting scowling at the two of you, but you don’t care. The two of you walk back to the booth to see Yeona and Seokjin making out, like really going for it. The two of you decide to order another drink.

While you sip your drink you dance provocatively on Yoongi. Hoping that once you guys get home you can repeat what happened in the bathroom. Yoongi leans in and whispers into your ear “I just want to say you look fantastic. I especially love your hair.” You laugh while turning around to wrap your arms around him again. The two of you continue to dance with your foreheads touching.

I guess your hair did get ruined by the end of the night. Amongst other things.

[theoreticslut]

「 drunken confessions 」

eddie munson x reader

summary: after years of friendship, eddie finally goes to a party to be with you, but your fuzzy mind can’t filter any of your thoughts.

requested: no

word count: 4.7k

warnings: slightly angsty, use of drugs and alcohol, pet names (princess, darling, honey), mentions of getting sick, mentions of hangovers, implied slight ‘nudity’ 

a/n: i know, i know, i know that everyone is seemingly on an eddie kick, but can you really blame us? he’s adorable. anyways, here’s my go at a fic for him. feedback is appreciated & you can certainly send in stranger things requests if you’d like!

Sitting front row a section down from the Basketball team, you can’t help but internally groan at the sheer amount of noise there is.

You’ve never minded the games themselves, long as you sit towards the back of the crowd with a friend or two, but since becoming a cheerleader there’s been never ending noise. 

If it’s not the squad cheering for the team and trying to rile up the crowd, then it’s all the shallow-minded ‘golden girls’ complaining about their most recent date or their boyfriend who didn’t do what was expected of him, or whatever it is they wanted to complain about.

It actually makes you sick how entitled most of these girls sound, and act, just because they’re in the popular clique. You hate it, and you half regret ever joining the team to begin with.

That is until you catch a glimpse of the messy mop of curls and addictive smile that you’ve come to adore, attempting to blend into the crowd even though it’s nearly impossible for him to do so.

Eddie Munson has been a friend of yours for about as long as you can remember. Ever since you moved into the trailer diagonally across the road from his, at least.

Your mom left your father when you were five. Without her to stay home and help care for you, he had to cut back his hours at work for a while, meaning he didn’t have the income to keep the house you’d been living in. Not that it mattered though. Not when the trailer was decent enough, and you got to meet eddie.

Of course he was a few years older than you, but that didn’t matter. Especially when his uncle and your father would hang out from time to time. 

You can’t even begin to count how many times the two of you would spend the afternoon watching movies as the adults watched a game on tv, usually drinking. It was him who introduced you to your first horror movie, and thus helped you realize you really didn’t care for the genre. 

It was he who introduced you to the wide variety of metal music, even if you weren’t a fan of all of it. It was he that would tease you for the mainstream pop music and romcom or plain old comedy movies you enjoyed, yet it didn’t take much convincing to get him to sit there and listen to it all.

In fact, although he was shocked to hear you say it, and even teased you a bit for it, he was the one that really encouraged you to try out for the team. Since then, you’ve noticed that he’s been coming out to almost every game, when before you’d actually have to drag him to one. Even then you could rarely get him to go.

Now he claims he only comes to the games because all his ‘customers’ are there, but you’d like to think there’s a part of him that’s there to watch you. God knows you’ve had a little thing for him since the start of high school.

You watch as he gazes over the crowd, smiling as he spots you. You can’t help but smile back as he sends you a head nod to greet you, not liking to draw attention to either of you at school.

He knows you’ve got a reputation of sorts to uphold as a cheerleader, and he likes to uphold his reputation as the freak. Therefore, once you told him that you made the team, he made the pact to keep your friendship on the down low at school. The last thing he wants is for you to get bullied by the people you were on a team with.

“Let’s go, Tigers!” Chrissy shouts, clapping with her poms as her boyfriend gets possession of the ball.

You sigh, dropping your head for a second as you’re pulled back to the reality of your current situation. As much as you’d like to go see Eddie, you’re expected to sit here and cheer.

“Let’s go, tigers.” You mutter, building yourself up to actually cheer and rile up the crowd as you get closer to half time.

~.~

“Come on, y/n! It’s going to be a hell of a party.” Chrissy tries to persuade you as she hangs onto her boyfriend, Jason.

Excitingly, Hawkins High won the game, all thanks to a freshman you know from Eddie’s D&D group. You knew Lucas had it in him, he just needed the time to prove it.

Soon as the buzzer sounded, signaling the end of the game, you made sure to congratulate him, having noticed none of his friends were in the crowd earlier to have seen his win.

Now, the majority of the team and some of their friends were heading over to this big party, but you really didn’t want to go.

“I’m sure it will be, Chrissy, but I’m really tired. I’ll come to the next one. Promise.”

“But we’ve got to celebrate the team’s win!” She practically whines, trying her absolute best to persuade you into coming.

“You guys go and do that for me. You’ve got enough celebratory energy for the both of us.”

“It’s not the same without you there, though. You always make these things so much more fun.” She pouts.

“Next one. I promise. Go and have fun.” 

“You promise you’ll be at the next one?”

“I promise. Cross my heart and hope to die.” You state, getting a giggle from her as she nods. 

You have to admit, out of everyone on the team, you really don’t mind Chrissy. Sure she can seem a bit ditzy and spoiled at times, but she’s actually really cool.

“I’m holding you to it. Have a good night, okay?”

“I will. You guys too. Be safe.” You smile, pulling your team jacket around your body as a slight breeze runs through the parking lot.

She nods, blowing you a kiss as Jason pulls her away and towards his car.

You can’t help but smile, shaking your head as you turn to start heading home, walking past the back of the school.

Just as you start to cross into the shadows, since the school apparently can’t afford to light the entire grounds, you feel someone grab you around the waist, drawing a scream from you as they lift you up and spin you around.

Within a second you hear laughing from behind you as you get set down, and you immediately know it’s Eddie. Especially when he leans forward to rest his forehead on your shoulder, his arms still draped around your waist.

“Eddie, you asshole! You just about gave me a heart attack.” You huff, slapping his biceps as you turn in his arms to face him.

“I’m sorry, princess. I couldn’t help myself. The opportunity was there.” He laughs, smiling and showcasing his beautiful dimples.

“You owe me. Better find a way to make it up to me.” 

“You know I will. I always do, don’t I?” He smiles, his laughter dying out as he looks down at you, having about six inches on you.

“Mhm.” You hum, looking back up at him as a moment of silence passes between the two of you.

“Uh, you did well back there. Seems like you’ve been practicing hard lately.” He mentions, clearing his throat as he backs away from you a little, moving his arm up around your shoulders as he begins to walk you over to his van.

That’s another thing he’s been doing since you joined the team. Not only does he come to pretty much every game, but he makes sure to give you a ride home every time as well.

“Thanks, Eds. I’ve been trying, but I still don’t think I’m getting it quite right.” You frown.

“It looks like you are.”

“I don’t know. Thank you, though.” You smile.

“Of course, princess. I mean, if you’re really that worried that you’re getting it wrong, you could run the routine by me sometime? I can tell you if anything looks off.” 

“You’d do that?” 

“Yeah. I mean, you’re my best friend, and getting it right is important to you.”

“You’re such a sweetheart, aren’t you, Munson?” You smile, leaning into his side as he chuckles, smiling down at you as he shakes his head.

“Hey, I’m just trying to be nice.” he teases, opening the door of his van for you as the two of you reach it.

“You’re always nice, Eddie.” 

“Mm, only to you.” He mumbles, rolling his eyes as you climb into the passenger side seat.

~.~

You can’t help but relax as you lay on Eddie’s bed, your head resting on his stomach as Motley Crue plays in the background.

“So you’re a secret party animal, huh?” Eddie questions, his one hand absentmindedly running through your hair as the other holds a joint.

“Hmm?” You hum, brows furrowing as you tilt your head back to look at him.

“I could hear you talking to Cunningham in the parking lot there. Said something about you making things more fun?” 

“Oh. Yeah. I mean, I guess.” You blush, turning your attention back to the ceiling.

“You guess?” 

“Yeah. I mean, I don’t really think I make things more fun, but then again I usually can’t remember everything of the night before anyway.” 

Eddie can’t help but raise his brows at your admission, especially since you said it in such a nonchalant way. He’s seen you drink before, and he’s seen how giggly you get when you’re drunk, but he’s never known you to get blackout drunk.

“Hmm, guess I’ll have to come to one of these parties sometime. See for myself if you really make things more fun or not.” He teases.

“It’s only because the things are so boring that I drink enough to get drunk.”

“I’ve seen you drunk, princess, and you always know what you do the night before.  You have to be wasted at these things.” He states, sitting up against his pillows, causing you to have to move to get comfortable again, which ends up being on your stomach, looking up at him.

“I don’t just drink at these things, Eddie.” You admit, reaching for the lit joint in his hand.

“You smoke with these people?” He questions, eyes slightly wide at the thought.

He watches as you shrug, nodding in response, taking a hit from the joint.

“Yeah, I mean, you sell to the majority of them, don’t you? I know your stuff is good.” 

“I mean, yeah. I do sell to quite a few Hawkins High students, but I don’t know. How do you know what they’re smoking is mine?”

“I don’t. Not for sure, at least. I just figured. Why’re you upset about this?” You frown, brows furrowed as you watch him.

“I’m not upset, y/n. I’m just, worried.” He sighs, running a hand down his face as he reaches for the joint.

You take one last hit from it before handing it back to him, slowly exhaling the smoke as he takes his turn.

“Why’re you worried, Eds? It’s not like I don’t know how to safely smoke. And I’ve always made it back home safe, haven’t I?” 

“Yeah. Yeah, you have. I’m sorry. It’s not my place to worry.” He sighs, taking another hit, inhaling deeply as you frown.

You’ve never seen Eddie act like this. You know he cares for you, but it’s not like he needs to worry about you. He never has before.

~.~

Like you promised, the next party came around and you’ve dragged yourself out to it, much to Chrissy’s excitement. Of course you lost her within ten minutes of arriving though. 

Since then you’ve been downing drinks rather steadily, chatting with people as you bump into them, but you’re still not really having fun. Especially since your conversation with Eddie plays in the back of your mind as you take each sip.

People have been smoking for the last few hours, the house being submerged in a layer of smoke as joints get passed around groups of friends. As much as you’d like to take some, you can’t help but remember the worry on Eddie’s face when you said you do so.

You don’t want to worry him, so you’ve been keeping your distance from the drug, even though it seems to be calling out for you.

“Fancy a joint?” Someone questions you, and you go to reach for it before hesitating.

“It’s alright, princess. I know you want it.”

At the nickname, you look up to find Eddie smiling down at you, a large smile breaking out on your face.

“Eds!” You smile, practically throwing yourself into his arms in a hug, drawing a chuckle from him as he wraps his free hand around you.

“Hey, princess. How’re you doing?” He questions, for once not worrying who is seeing this interaction.

“Better now. You’re here.” You admit, smiling a bit dumbly as you slur your words.

Eddie can’t lie and say your words don’t make his heart race. He knows that you’re definitely drunk at the moment, but any time you mention liking his presence he can’t help but feel soft.

If he’s being honest with himself, he’s liked you for quite a few years. He’s not sure when exactly it happened, but at some point he stopped finding your reactions to horror movies funny, but rather adorable. He found himself giving into your pleas to watch romcoms and comedy’s more and more with less resistance. 

At some point he found himself taking notice of your appearance more too. He suddenly noticed the way you would do your makeup and style your hair, especially for school. With him though, you always did less, not feeling the need to try as hard, if at all. 

He began noticing the way you filled out certain pairs of jeans, and how your shirts occasionally gave a great view of your cleavage. God forbid the few times you’ve worn his clothes. As children he never thought anything of it, but sometime between middle and high school he found himself nearly losing his breath at the sight.

Don’t even ask him about your cheerleading uniform. The amount of times the image of you in the green and white fabric crossed his mind late at night. That’s half the reason he finds himself coming to these obnoxious games; so he can watch you dance around in that pretty little uniform of yours.

“Come smoke with me?” You question, your voice pulling Eddie from his thoughts.

“Smoke with you? You sure you want that, princess?” He teases, already knowing he’s going to.

“You should already know that I do.” You quip, giving him a little pout that sends a little fire throughout his middle.

~.~

You smile, dumbly, as you watch Eddie smoke beside you, seeming so peaceful looking up at the night sky as he exhales.

“You’re so pretty, Eds.” You murmur, your filter nonexistent as the weed and alcohol make your head foggy.

“Not as pretty as you, y/n.” He smiles, and you can’t help but take his response as a mindless joke to your statement.

“I’m serious, Eddie.” You pout, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“You’re really pretty.”

“I’m being serious, too, princess.” He chuckles, watching as your pout deepens.

“Why’re you upset, darling?” He hums, putting out the joint as it gets to the end.

“You’re not list’ning.” 

“I heard you say I’m pretty. I appreciate it, princess. I think you’re real pretty yourself.” 

As he speaks, he grabs your hand and pulls you over to sit on his lap, your hands resting on your lap, atop your little cheer-leading skirt.

“No, Eddie. You’re not getting it.” You sigh, playing with his fingers, occasionally spinning his rings as you study them like they’re the most interesting thing in the world.

“Honey, you’re drunk. I don’t know what you’re trying to get at.” 

“I like you.” You mumble, making Eddie chuckle as you continue playing with his hand.

“I like you too.”

“Nooo.” You whine, frustrated that he’s not getting what you’re trying to say. 

“I like you a lot, Eddie. More than a friend.” 

He nods, jaw dropping lightly as he finally understands what you’ve been trying to say. He can’t lie and say it doesn’t make his heart race and his stomach flip, but he can’t know for sure how much you mean it when you’re this far gone. 

“Yeah? Let’s get you home and we can talk more about it, okay?” 

A moment passes as he waits for your reply, but you take it to try to stop your heart from breaking.

“You don’t like me, do you?” You all but whisper.

“I never said that, princess.” He softly explains, having never seen you like this.

“You don’t have to.” 

“I know you only see me as a friend.” You cry, dropping his hand as you wipe at a few tears pooling in your eyes.

“Hey. I told you that I like you.”

“As a friend. You didn’t say anything when I told you I liked you more than that. Y-you changed the topic.” You sniffle, curling into yourself as he sighs.

“You’re drunk, y/n. I don’t want to say anything you might not remember in the morning.”

“I’m not that drunk, Eddie.” You argue, raising your voice in frustration. 

“Let me get you home, okay? I promise we’ll talk about it there.” 

“No. I-I’ll stay here. You go, though.” 

You can’t help but sniffle as you reply to him, wiping at some more tears as you try to get up from his lap, but he grabs your hand, pulling you back down to him as soon as you’re standing.

“I’m not leaving you here, princess. Not all upset like this.” 

“Don’t call me princess. Please.”  You plead.

“And it’s not your decision whether I stay.” 

He can’t help but sigh as your stubbornness starts to pop out. He’s seen this plenty of times when you were children, and luckily, he knows how to handle it.

“Y/n. You know you’re not being rational. Let’s go home. We can stop by that 24/7 diner you like.” 

A silence settles over the both of you as you take in his words and he waits for your reply. He knows that you’ll never turn down a trip to the diner. 

“The one with the pancakes?” You ask after a moment.

“The one with the pancakes.”

Sighing, you get up from his lap and hold your hand out for him, deciding some pancakes sound amazing, even if you are a little heartbroken.

Smiling, he grabs your hand, getting up from the lawn chair he had been sitting in. Soon as he’s standing, he drapes his arm around your shoulders, never letting go of your hand as he leads you back towards the house.

Walking through, he notices Lucas seemingly drunk out of his mind. He knows him from Hellfire, having taken him and his friends in to be a part of the group, and he’s sure that he’s never had alcohol before in his life. The poor kid is going to be in hell come morning. Realizing that, Eddie takes pity on him, wrapping an arm around  his shoulders and leading him out of the house as well.

Never did he think he’d be a babysitter to his best friend and some freshman, but here he is. Maybe he is nice like you constantly tell him.

~.~

When you wake in the morning, the first thing you notice is just how much your head aches and how dry your mouth is. Groaning, you turn over onto your side, pulling the covers further up your body.

Unfortunately the feeling of having to pee hits you. Begrudgingly you roll yourself out of bed, realizing you’re not in your room, but Eddie’s, wearing his shirt.

You can’t help but smile, but you don’t linger on the thought for long as you go back to feeling like you have to pee.

As you get closer to the bathroom, you hear someone getting sick and you frown, knowing it’s extraordinarily rare for Eddie to drink enough to get sick. Looking into the bathroom, you frown as you see Lucas getting sick into the toilet, looking worse for the wear.

“Aw, Lucas, hon.” You pout, stepping into the bathroom and rubbing his back as he groans.

“You gotta take it easy drinking. Especially your first few times.” 

All you get in response is a groan and you can’t help but feel sorry for the kid, knowing he only wanted to fit in with all his older teammates.

“You done?” 

“I think so.” He murmurs, sighing as he takes a deep breath.

“Rinse your mouth out and go lay down, okay? I’ll be out in a second to find us some pain relievers.”

“Okay.” He groans, begrudgingly pulling himself up from the floor and over to the sink.

You watch, sympathetically, as he does what you say, seeming exhausted as he does so. You pout slightly as he stumbles back out to the couch where Eddie must have placed him last night.

Not that you remember getting home, though. You vaguely remember Eddie showing up to the party, which surprised you, but after that it all became a massive blur.

Regardless, you do your business and wash your hands, rinsing your face as you do. Opening the medicine cabinet you find a bottle of Advil, grabbing the container and making your way out to the kitchen.

You grab a glass from one of the cabinets, filling it up with tap water before making your way to the couch.

“Take these, hon. It’ll help. Trust me.” You state, handing two pills to Lucas before handing him the glass of water.

“Thank you, y/n. You’re nice.” He mumbles, eyes already closed as exhaustion creeps up on the kid.

“Of course.” You smile, fixing the blanket over him as the trailer door opens.

“Morning, princess.” Eddie greets, flashing you his signature smile.

“Morning. Where’ve you been?”

“We didn’t have much food, so I went out and got some so you two alcoholics can eat the hangover away.”

“Be nice to us, Eds.” You tease, knowing he’s only joking with you. 

“Especially, Lucas. You know how it is wanting to fit in with the big kids. Poor baby must’ve taken any drink those guys handed him.” 

“I know. I’m only teasing. I’m honestly surprised you’re up and about right now.” 

“Hmm, it’s not my first time drinking.”

“I know that.” He sighs, rolling his eyes as you chuckle.

“But I’ve never seen you so drunk before.”

“Because you’ve never gone to a party with me before, and I typically don’t see you until the majority of the hangover is gone.” You state, only telling him the truth as he walks around the counter to wrap an arm around you.

He hums, nodding in agreement and you can’t help but wonder what you might’ve said or done last night.

“Speaking of which, how do you feel about laying back down?”

“I’d be happy to.”

At your reply, Eddie breaks out into a smile as he leads you back to his room where you crawl into bed beside him.

“Is it okay if I lay on you a bit?” You ask, wanting to curl up into his side some.

“More than okay, princess. Want you to be comfortable.”

You smile, pulling yourself into his side, a hand and your head resting on his chest as you prop one of your legs up on his hip.

Soon as he feels you settle in, he lets his hand closest to you play with your hair, drawing a soft hum from you.

“Do you remember anything from last night?” He suddenly asks.

“Not much. I remember you showing up, but then everything gets blurry.” 

“I didn’t do anything dumb did I?” You question.

“Depends on your definition of dumb.”

“Anything I’d be embarrassed about?”

“No. No, you were deceptively sober to most.” He shares, chuckling at your question.

“You did say some things, though.”

“Like what?” You question, tilting your head to look at him, his eyes already focused on you.

“Well you called me pretty.” He chuckles.

“I mean, you are.” You chuckle, blushing ever so slightly.

“I know I am, but I appreciate the compliment.” He jokes, making you roll your eyes.

“Anything else?”

“Yeah. You said you liked me.” 

“I do like you. You’re my best friend.” You state, but he’s cutting off the end of your sentence.

“As more than a friend.” 

You nod, taking a second to comprehend and figure out how to go about this. You could play it off as drunken rambling, but you have the slightest inkling that he’d call bullshit if you did. 

“Oh…Wh-what happened after I said that?”

“Well, you started to cry and I had to take you to the diner to calm you down.” He states, in an ever so slight teasing tone.

“That…sounds like me.” You chuckle, sighing as you do. You’ve definitely noticed you can get super emotional when you’re drinking.

You sigh, pushing yourself up into a sitting position, not able to look at Eddie, too afraid of the expression he might hold. You’re not sure you can take any sort of rejection right now.

“Hey,” he calls, sitting up himself and situating himself behind you.

“What’s on your mind?”

“Nothing really.” You state, swallowing back any fear you hold to look back at him as he pushes some of your hair off of your shoulder.

“Mm, don’t do that.” He hums, pouting.

“Do what?”

“Shut yourself up like you are. You’re afraid of being vulnerable.”

“I am not.”

“Are too. Tell me, do you like me? As more than a friend?” He questions, holding your hair away as he looks at you, hovering over your shoulder.

“I…”

You look down at him and feel whatever resolve you had in you breaking. You can’t lie to him, and you’re sure that he knows it.

“You already know the answer.” You sigh, feeling his smirk as he ghosts his lips over your shoulder.

“I want to hear it.” 

“I like you. I like you a lot, Eddie Munson.”

At your admission you can feel him grin, his lips pressing to your shoulder before making their way to the base of your neck where you can’t help but let out a soft whine.

“I like you a lot, too, y/n y/l/n. Have for a while.” He murmurs, pulling you back so he can reach your lips, kissing you upside down until he shifts your positions.

You can’t help but groan into the kiss, slightly confused as you try to wrap your head around what he’s said. You can’t find it in you to pull away from him, though. Instead, you only relax further into his hold as your lips mold together.

“God you’re perfect.” He groans, seeming dazed as he pulls away for air.

“Not as perfect as you.” You huff, pulling him back in for another kiss.

He can’t help but groan into the kiss as he smiles at your words and just the idea that he’s finally kissing you after all these years.

“I think I’m going to be sick.” You hear Lucas gag, you and Eddie pulling away from each other to find him standing in Eddie’s doorway.

“What do you want, Sinclair?” Eddie asks, displaying his signature smirk as you sit up behind him.

“I was going to say I’m hungry, but I don’t think I can eat after that display.” 

“Oh, knock it off. You’ll be doing the same someday soon.” Eddie dismisses, getting up and leading the younger teen back towards the living room, sending a wink back at you from over his shoulder.

“You were sucking her face off!” Lucas exclaims, still disgusted by the sight of you two kissing.

You can’t help but chuckle, knowing he’ll soon grow out of that disgust, no matter how disturbed he is by it right now. You smile, still feeling Eddie’s lips on yours, confirming that the entire conversation you just had did happen. He likes you back, and you can’t be happier.

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[disneyanddisneyships]

@gyubby99 hehe

Warnings: alastor being ooc. Angst.

Summary: Alastor watches aponi sing a breakup song about him.

Aponi walked through the halls of the hotel.

Today was supposed to be alastors day off, so she decided to go practice her singing in the lobby with the grand piano that alastor had donated himself.

It had been a week since his former significant other came back into the picture, and aponi was practically heartbroken.

She had been avoiding him for days.

Sitting down at the table, she played the music froma. Pirated site that allowed sinners to listen to human songs.

And that she did. It was the karaoke version.

As the music placed, aponi kept up with the piano herself, her eyes closing as she took in the music and sang the lyrics.

I got my driver's license last week Just like we always talked about 'Cause you were so excited for me To finally drive up to your house But today I drove through the suburbs Cryin' 'cause you weren't around

Alastor walked through the halls, following a voice he recognized into the lobby.

And that when he saw her....

He hadn't seen her for a week....

He didn't know what the feeling was, but he just chalked it up to feeling guilty. Which he had never felt before... but this seemed more prominent. Like heartache.....

But he was I love with Ruth! He was when he was alive! He had to be in love with her now.

And yet, as he watches aponi, something in him breaks.

And you're probably with that blonde girl Who always made me doubt She's so much older than me She's everything I'm insecure about Yeah, today I drove through the suburbs 'Cause how could I ever love someone else?

As aponi sang, a tear fell from her eye. Sorrow..... so much sorrow.....

As alastor listened to the lyrics, his eyes widened. "Love"?

Since when? He's never even heard her mutter the words.

And yet here she was. Professing her love for some unknown person.

And alastor couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy flood through his body.

But.. no... he was with Ruth again. He loved Ruth.

And I know we weren't perfect but I've never felt this way for no one And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone Guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me 'Cause you said forever, now I drive alone past your street

Alastor tilted his head.....

Usually he hated modern music. With a burning, fired passion, in fact... but right now... all he saw was the most beautiful woman get wrapped up in the emotions of a song.

He hadn't even processed what the words were saying.... at least not until he paid more attention.

Who in all hell was she singing this about?

And all my friends are tired Of hearing how much I miss you, but I kinda feel sorry for them 'Cause they'll never know you the way that I do, yeah Today I drove through the suburbs And pictured I was driving home to you

As aponi closed her eyes, she felt as if she had drifted off into who knows where, surrounded by music, and thoughts and feelings.

Unrequited love.....

How cliché.

And I know we weren't perfect But I've never felt this way for no one, oh And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone I guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me 'Cause you said forever, now I drive alone past your street

As aponi sang softer she seemed to shrink in on herself.

Alastor watched her with a mix of feelings. Maybe even love....

No wait.

He was in love with Ruth.

Was.....

Red lights, stop signs I still see your face in the white cars, front yards Can't drive past the places we used to go to 'Cause I still fuckin' love you, babe (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) Sidewalks we crossed I still hear your voice in the traffic, we're laughing Over all the noise God, I'm so blue, know we're through But I still fuckin' love you, babe (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

As aponi belted the lyrics, a warm orange glow illuminated around her as she put her entire soul into her seemingly private performance.

Her voice cracked a few times from the heartbreak she felt....

Alastor watched on....

I know we weren't perfect but I've never felt this way for no one And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone 'Cause you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me 'Cause you said forever, now I drive alone past your street Yeah, you said forever, now I drive alone past your street

As the song finished, neither of the demons realized there was another.

Ruth.

She had been looking back and fourth between alastor and aponi......

She knew.

It was so painfully obvious, but of course she knew.....

As the song ended, aponi wiped away her tears, turning off her phone and cleaning up her area.

Alastor watched in heartache as she walked back into her room.

[slavic-roots-western-mind]

How to study productively: In the Library

#slavic roots western mind

As experience taught me and many people, the library is a fantastic place to study in, especially for those living in dorms with chaotic roommates.

Don't get me wrong, chaotic can be good, but not when you're trying to finish that math set, or that literature paper.

So where do we go? The library is a pretty safe choice, but how do you actually study productively there? Even the library isn't free from distractions, especially when crammed with like-minded people trying to find a place to study.

Whether it's the obnoxiously loud laptop key tapping, grating coffee slurping, frustrated sighs and the occasional sound of someone's head slamming against their books (pretty common actually, especially in the med library), the library can be full of distractions, even more so when it's quiet.

For some reason, the quieter the place, the louder the distraction.

Here's my guide to studying effectively in the library, regardless of whether you're alone or squished together with other people like a can of sardines.

Headphones, earbuds, airpods, earplugs - if it blocks noise, it's your bff

If you prefer listening to music whilst studying, whether it's swedish rock, white noise, classical piano or acid jazz - you're no stranger to blocking out noise, so continue confidently.

If you absolutely hate any type of noise and need 100% silence to focus, then still wear some type of earbuds or headphones. It might not remove the noise completely (or it might depending on the quality), but it's much better than being subjected to an entire plethora of sound.

2. Dress comfortably - save the cute fits for actual class.

"Dress comfortably" - one of the most vague statements I have ever heard of. Pjs? Sweatpants? Leggings? Whatever comfortable means to you, wear it.

Chances are you'll be in the library from morning until the evening during exam week, so comfy and loose trousers are the way to go.

3. Don't study with your friends unless it's a verbal exam or a group project.

Sit away from each other, preferably on different tables or even floors but always get together during breaks to have a quick catch-up.

Sitting together means that you'll end up distracting each other and turn a would-be productive study session into a chill hangout. It's important to make time for friends, but not when you're trying to study!

I made the mistake of trying to study with a friend in our uni library during my 1st year, and it ended up with use sending each other cat videos and silently cracking up for 2 hours before our next class. Fun, but not entirely productive.

4. Turn off your phone's wifi when studying.

Don't turn it off completely, because emergencies can happen and you may need to be available. Instead, turning off your wifi gets rid off most notifications, and if it's really that important then they can call you instead.

5. Decide in advance what you'll be studying, and bring the relevant material.

Trying to decide if you want to get started with your history paper or go over your spanish notes and whether you have the right notebook can waste quite a lot of time.

You can easily do that by using or creating a study planner to increase your study productivity, as instead of spending 15 minutes on sorting everything out and making a note in the back of your textbook that you studied this and that, you'll know exactly what to study.

6. Bring snacks and drinks - include enough water! leave the coffee alone!

You'll definitely want to have a proper lunch or dinner or a linner, depending on personal needs, but you don't want to get distracted when you're in the zone.

Here is where snacks and water come in handy. If possible, stick to healthier snacks, but if those aren't available eat whatever works best for you.

And please don't forget ✨water✨.

That headache that you usually get around, say 6ish when you're headed home? Coffee could be the likely culprit, especially if instead of water you've been chugging coffee and energy drinks like ehem, water.

I'm no doctor, but drinking your bodyweight in caffeinated drinks doesn't seem to be too healthy. I get that it's tempting (and i'm definitely guilty of drinking way too much coffe), but your health affects you and your studies. So take care, replace some of that coffee with water, and enjoy some better sleep.

7. Check the library hours.

Some library's are open 09.00-20.00, others have more specific hours, whereas quite a good few are open 24/7. If you're planning an all-nighter, then definitely check the library's working hours. You don't want to be forced to leave just when you've finally managed to get the hang of a particularly difficult concept, so plan accordingly.

8. Switch it up with your seat.

Don't just study at the same spot, try out different locations. Not only can you find the perfect spot, but you'll be more alert as your mind gets used to the new location.

[jaanwangji]

You listen to songs a lot, sometimes when you're on the road busy looking this way and that so you don't accidentally step on someone's feet, or get in someone's way. You do that a lot, because you get lost within the space you hold by yourself, so lost that you forget anyone else exists in the world besides you. You don't always mean to seem so selfish, so detached, so...not present, so someone they don't want to be around anymore because you make them feel unloved.

You don't mean to be any of that, but you can't help how you feel too big for your own body sometimes even though you're like not even that tall. Sometimes you feel like you're so big you'd surpass the Eiffel tower twice over, and sometimes so insignificant that even an ant wouldn't look twice at you.

There's something about listening to songs when you're not fully present in the moment, when you're staring out the window of a moving vehicle and wondering when your stop will come but at the same time not really paying attention to your surroundings. (Your stop might've been long gone, but in the present moment, you don't seem to care.)

The song travels through your ears inside your brain, and if you close your eyes you can almost see it swirl around in lavender within the dark corners of your mind: a momentary spark before the void sets in yet again. You think, if I were to take off my earphones, lavender would probably gush out my ears, and perhaps if I shake myself hard enough, they'd travel down my brain beneath my skin in waves lighting up the hair on my skin as they go.

There's something to be said about how everyone looks at you with concern set deep in their features. As if they're just waiting for the pen to drop, for the inevitable glass to shatter, for you to drop down on the floor and never find a way to get up again. There's something in the air that heaves a sigh everytime you laugh around people as if before that everyone was holding their breath, still in fear of setting you off again.

When the same song starts up again, because that's how you consume music, one song at a time, until there's nothing left of the song but static noises in your head that you'll remember once again a decade later and feel an epiphany, the kind you'll never get used to no matter how many times it has happened before.

When the song starts up again, you take a deep breath and you step into the room without looking up at anyone, trying to be discreet as you move, so they wouldn't look at you, so they wouldn't know you're here again, so they wouldn't know how much you need the help.

You find a seat at the very back as usual, you're trying to blend into the wall, but the walls are a bright blue (the kind you really like) and your clothes are black, a stark contrast that makes you uncomfortable, because you stand out. You think, anyone can look here and see me sitting. The thought disturbs you, so you turn up the volume high, so that the music blasts in your ears so loud that they drown any other voices in your head from speaking.

Don't speak tomorrow in the room, you had mumbled into the dark, face smushed in the pillow. Don't come out, I don't want you there. One of them let out a loud scream, so loud it hurt your ears, another laughed in their shirll voice and said, you think you're the boss of us don't you? It seemed like they didn't expect an answer, so you didn't give any, just sinked in deeper into the bed. Just don't talk tomorrow, you heard yourself beg. Let me talk, I promise I'll handle it.

But you always need help, you can never handle anything on your own. If we weren't here, you'd be nothing at all. Not even the things that you pretend to be. (That was the most vicious one of them, who hissed into your ears.)

None of them talked today, none of them came out, just like you told them to, and yet you couldn't talk, couldn't say what you had to say, couldn't utter anything even when you were pinned with the weight of thousand different stares. You stood there like a fool, and sat back down like a loser, because they were right, that's what you are, and that's what you'll always be.

You hear each of them laugh loudly. You can hear them celebrate your failure, a big feast with your head right in the middle so they can eat pieces of it and make you scream in their mouths.

You'd go to bed, just like you do every night, all the while they continue feasting on you, with you, for you but always, always against you.

[skubean]

If you write for ten can you pls write one where the reader learns piano just to play with ren and ren is happy bcs of it 😭?

hi anon, thank you for the request! ren's actually one of the few that i used to watch, and i definitely loved this idea esp after the piano handcam stream SHASHAHSSDH. also losing my mind rn bcs ren's coming to nijigen but i'm too anxious to go to cons. anyways, hope you liked this <3 !

learning the piano for ren zotto!

summary: you decided to learn the piano for ren after seeing him play one day, and it comes of as a shock to the man, especially when it's something he's very passionate about.

notes: gender neutral reader, mentions of being in a relationship, just some fluff as per usual! slight mentions of misunderstandings but plenty of fluff afterwards.

it's not a surprise to you anymore everytime you come home and hear music coming from his room, or his studio. you know ren's passionate about music, and you've always been his #1 supporter. you've been there when he was working on songs in his studio and he's always letting you be the first to listen. he loves music, you know so. but lately, you've been so busy that you haven't had the time to indulge in his interests that you could sense ren being hesitant around you. when you asked him if anything was wrong, he shrugged it off and said that he was just worried he was bothering you with the noises, eventhough you've reassured him that you don't mind. the lack of communication probably got the best of you because you both ended up having trouble talking after some time, especially with how hard it is to see each other (since you're too busy). you know ren loves music and you know it's something that means a lot to him, and you want to cheer him up! also, as a sort of apology for not being able to be around after you've been so busy. so one morning, you wake up feeling the warmth of his body engulfing you in a hug as the bright shades of outside shine on you face. you groan before turning around to face him. ren was still sleeping, with his face squished against the pillow, mouth slightly opened. you giggled, and nestled closer into his chest, before feeling him squirm and hug you closer. "mmm.. don't go yet, love..stay with me some more..", he says as he basically locks you in his arms. "okay", was simply what you responded and nuzzled closer to him.

silence. that is until ren grabs you with a smile on his face. "wait, really? you're not busy anymore?", he asks you as he cups your cheeks and plants kisses all over your face. hearing him laugh made you laugh too as you shook your head explaining to him how you're done with whatever was keeping you occupied. truth be told, ren never wanted to pry into your business, so he never really asked what was causing you to be so busy. but, one thing for sure is that he's hella glad he has the whole day to spend with his beloved s/o. "well, actually. i was gonna show you something", you said as you dragged ren into his studio where his piano was in. ren, puzzled as he is, follows you behind until he sees you sitting in front of his piano with the brightest smile he'd ever seen. you signal ren for him to stand near you as you clumsily open the piano, and attempt to play his song, 'blue sugar'. you were so focused on getting the notes right, that you didn't even notice how serious you looked, only relaxing after hearing ren laugh. you were embarrassed, but it helped you relax. you could sense ren coming closer before he scooted next to you and played alongside you while he sang. it was amazing, how you felt so happy, and how endearing the whole entire thing was, especially seeing how relieved ren looked after you were done. here you were, two grown ups, just woken up and being all giddy in front of the piano. "what's this? when did you learn to play, y/n?", ren faces you as he plants a soft kiss on your cheek before pulling you closer. "hmmm..i don't know, maybe i was so busy learning the past few weeks, maybeeee", you exclaimed as you see the gears turning in his head. so that's why you've been so busy, he thought. he couldn't hide the soft, warm feeling engulfing his chest. he loved you like crazy, the things you'd do for him, and how just a gesture like this was enough to prove to him how much he's addicted to you. you both spent the rest of the day cuddled up in his studio as he teaches you more about piano, more so as compensation for not learning with him beforehand. (he was pouty you learnt it from someone else). needless to say, ren zotto loves music. but, he definitely loves you more. so imagine the look on his face when his favourite person learnt how to play his favourite instrument all for him.

a/n: sorry this ended up being a little self-indulged sksksks i wrote this without any drafts so it might be a bit loopy. <3 beanz

[onboardsorasora]

felt inspired to write this on tuesday, so I'm happy about that. my regular trope of not sure where its going lol but here it is, enjoy! cw: helmut, felt i needed to tag that lol

The Music House was an older wooden cottage at the crest of the hill on the far end of the campus. The welcome booklet says its for the acoustics and so that the noise of campus doesn’t affect the orchestra students while they practise for whatever award winning event they had coming up.

Truthfully, it was so that no one truly heard how loud Helmut got when he yelled at people. 

Lewis sighed as he stopped playing, his tattooed fingers jarring the piano keys harshly in his annoyance. Daniel leaned back in his chair, pulling the neck of his cello to rest against his chest while they both listened to the shouting coming from down the hall. 

“He’s really giving it to him today isn’t he?” Lewis muttered, knowing just who the unfortunate victim of Helmut’s warpath was today.

“Jos called this morning. Mentioned Max was spending more time studying chem than prepping for the music exams.” Daniel flicked the g string absently, barely letting the plucked tone sound before he flicked it again. He looked up at the clock on the wall, counting down the time before his own one on one with the raging mentor.

“Fuck.” Lewis breathed, knowing that their friend’s father was the worst kind of overbearing parent. They were all under differing levels of stress this year. Last year's music exams hadn’t ‘met the schools’ standards’ as per the lecture Toto had given when the results had come in last year where there had been more Merit grades than Distinctions. The one kid that had gotten a Pass had been dismissed quietly.

The door slammed open and a broad figure stormed out and towards them. His usually pale face was red and pinched and he clutched his sheaf of sheet music in one hand and his violin and bow in the other. Daniel shifted to get up and go after his friend.

“Ricciardo, get your ass in here!” Bellowed from the hallway. Lovely. 

Lewis watched with a grimace as Daniel collected himself. “Meet me afterwards?” He asked.

“I’ll let you know.” Daniel felt bad for not outright accepting– no matter how much he did want to meet up. But he couldn’t think about stolen moments with Lewis when he was about to literally be ripped to shreds. Helmut was in one of his moods and that meant that he was going to be a nasty asshole no matter what. And Daniel was the next victim up.

Lewis didn’t understand, not when he was Toto’s star mentee. Not when he topped the Distinction list year after year and had been playing the piano backing in the orchestra since his first year. He didn’t have it easy, of course not. Not while sitting on such a high pedestal– he had to push himself twice as hard to be perfect every time. But Daniel didn’t have the time to appease Lewis’ ruffled feathers. Not when he was fighting to be promoted to first chair, not when his 129 Pass haunted his every waking moment. It was what the board used to put him on probation for a few months last year. All to scare him into doing better, as if the red envelope they’d mailed his ‘failure’ in hadn’t been enough. That one point haunted him all year and he couldn’t let Lewis distract him into making the same mistake twice.

Daniel entered the studio as quietly as possible, Helmut was making himself a cup of tea in the far corner so he took the opportunity to set up his things. He was sat in the chair with his sheet music open to his exam piece by the time the older man lowered himself back into his chair.

“We’ll start at the arpeggio.” Helmut muttered and Daniel inwardly cursed. It was going to be a long session.