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round & round! ★ [ l.dh ]

{💭} hyuck : i suggested playing spin the bottle because i wanted to kiss you, but now everyone’s kissing you except me :/

[☆] pairing. haechan x reader, slight jaemin x reader ft. 00’ line, chaewon of lesserafim and sieun of stayc

[☆] genre. smut + fluff | stoner!nct, pwp bc it’s me

[☆] wc. 6.1k

[☆] warnings. explicit content (mdni), weed/marijuana use, lots of making out, slight choking, dirty talk, fingering, sexual stuff in a semi-public place, use of the word ‘slut’, very slight degradation, not very proofread, pretty tame tbh

[☆] notes. my first time writing again in like??? two years???? istg i didn’t mean to abandon this acc 😞 pls be nice i haven’t written in a while and this is not my most favourite work but i’m warming up for more stuff in da future i just wanted to post a lil self-indulgent smth abt hyuck bc bf☝️ idk how active i’ll be because of uni and other things but i missed u guys!!! any feedback is appreciated enjoy :p

even through the clouds of smoke engulfing the little living room of jeno and jaemin’s shared flat, your hooded eyes still met.

today was an important day amongst your friend group; it was chaewon’s first time smoking up with everyone. your friends weren’t really the type to pressure anyone into doing anything they weren’t sure about, but considering the astounding majority who enjoyed smoking some variation of weed, group sessions were a frequent occurrence. you either joined in or didn’t, chaewon being the latter until she decided of her own accord that she was going to try it with the people she trusted.

you sesh with jeno most often, seeing as he was the one who introduced you to weed and taught you everything you know about it. after weeks of listening to you complain about sleepless nights, jeno suggested you try smoking a joint before you go to bed, especially since it was starting to affect your attendance. (“i can’t keep attending these zoology classes without you, y/n. every time something stupid happens, i laugh and make a joke out loud because i forget you aren’t there, and now i’m pretty sure people think i’m either insane or just really fucking lonely”.)

now, smoking up has been a pretty regular occurrence, especially since jeno introduced you to a bunch of his friends and vice versa, all of you making up one big, happy group of stoners. chaewon and sieun were your friends who got along with everyone else just fine, and though they didn’t hang out with the others as much as you did, they were still welcome whenever.

presently, you are leaning back against the couch, all the way on the end, because jaemin is sprawled out alongside you, opting to rest his legs on your lap. haechan makes a joke that you don’t understand, but you laugh anyway along with everyone else, except renjun who covers up his laugh with cough.

“you can never let me have it, huh?”, hyuck scoffs, narrowing his eyes at renjun who’s mouth forms a thin line. “i know for a fact you find me funny.”

you hear that he makes a remark back at haechan but what he says doesn’t register in your head, everything sounding far away. remembering the special occasion, you turn to face chaewon and sieun, who are giggling away on the floor about something between the two of them. you don’t know what they said but you smile anyway. she clearly seemed like she was having a good trip, and so was everyone else.

swallowing nothing, you realise how dry your throat feels, and with that realisation came this undeniable desire for some form of liquid. “jen,”, you tilt your head back and call out to the boy who was already rolling another joint on the table behind you. “did you end up buying more coke?”

“check the fridge”, he mumbles without looking at you, tongue poking his cheek out of concentration as he focuses on what he was doing. with a groan, you heave jaemin’s legs off your lap, muttering a couple ‘sorry’s when he starts to complain about the change in position.

you all but float to the kitchen, heading straight for the fridge and spotting the fresh cans of coke placed neatly in the overcrowded appliance. the first gulp feels like heaven against your parched throat, taking a few more while standing there.

“you gonna share or no?”, a voice startles you, turning to find haechan’s figure looming right behind you with a dopey smile on his face.

“god, we need to get you a bell or something. i never hear you coming”, you roll your eyes before grabbing two glasses from the cabinet. you’re disappointed to see that there was no ice in their freezer, but you pour the drink into the glass anyway.

“why are you pouring it into a glass?”, haechan furrows his eyebrows, looking pointedly between the glass and the literal can in your hand. “now we have to wash two glasses when we could’ve just drank it from the can.”

he’s right, of course, but you’re not gonna tell him that. instead, you pretend that you were planning on adding some lemon juice to the drink because you saw it on instagram. while you figure he doesn’t believe you, he humours you anyway and tries your little concoction, which ends up being pretty damn good.

out of all of jeno’s friends, haechan definitely stood out to you. you didn’t really understand why, you were just drawn to him, even way back before you met him, when jeno used to tell you about his friends. “loud and annoying” were the words he used to describe him, but the smile that appeared on his face anyway let you know that he was someone special to jeno. this was not to say his other friends weren’t special, you got along incredibly well with all of them, meshing right in with their group.

as of right on cue, jaemin’s voice loudly sounds out from the living room, “are you guys fucking in there or what?”.

sighing, you pick up your glass and begin to walk out of the kitchen, but not before purposely knocking haechan’s shoulder when you walk past him, hearing him snort before following you out as you exit the room. perhaps if you had lingered in the kitchen for a couple seconds longer, you would’ve heard haechan muttering something along the lines of “i wish” under his breath.

“jeez, took you long enough, can i have some of that?”, renjun drawls, lifting himself off the armchair with a smile, to which you roll your eyes but pass him your glass anyway. you sit down on the floor opposite the couch and he looks as if he is about to compliment your drink-making skills before haechan cuts him off.

“dude, chaewon and sieun look like they’re about to fall asleep, let’s do something”, he half yawns out, opting to stroll over to your spot on the floor and sinking down next to you.

“not…sleepy…”, chaewon murmurs, but her voice is muffled because her cheek is pressed against sieun’s shoulder, both of them sprawled out on the floor like it was a comfortable bed.

“sure you aren’t…”, jeno chides with a smile, getting up from the table to walk over to where all of you were situated. he twirls his newly rolled joint between his fingers, finally holding it out in his palm as if it were some magical gadget, and if you were being fully honest, you were sold. “round 2? or 3, I can’t really remember…”

some words of agreement were muttered across the room, chaewon and sieun even groggily getting up from what looked like a very comfortable napping spot. another rotation began, and you made sure to blow out your smoke directly into an unsuspecting haechan’s face when it was your turn.

“let’s play a game or something”, jaemin suggests, taking a long puff and passing it to jeno who sat beside him, and soon the room was hazy once again, the smell of weed infiltrating your nostrils.

“like what?”, chaewon coughs weakly in between her hit and renjun pats her back before he hands her your coke that you hadn’t received back after you gave it to him. so long for that.

“monopoly?”, jeno offers with a shrug and haechan lets out an obnoxious snore as a reply, making you laugh but you cover it up with a cough when you meet jeno’s playfully narrowed eyes. “okay then, big guy, what’s your incredible idea?”

haechan appears to actually think about it for a moment, looking around the room for some sort of inspiration maybe, until his eyes land on you.

“okay jaemin, get that empty wine bottle from last week, we’re playing spin the bottle”, he is grinning from ear to ear, wiggling his eyebrows even though all his suggestion receives is a bunch of groans and sighs.

your eyebrows are raised however, and you try not to let your reaction show too much on your face. spin the bottle? you hadn’t played that since you were maybe fourteen, but that was the least of your concerns at the moment. haechan wanted to play spin the bottle? who was he hoping to kiss? or was it just a whimsical little suggestion that was more of a joke?

it didn’t fully seem like he meant it as a joke, judging by his expression as he awaited some actual responses from the group. “what are we, fourteen?”, renjun might as well have read your mind, but he soon joins you and haechan on the floor, the others following suit. jaemin presents the empty bottle and places it in the middle of the little circle you have formed, everyone seeming slightly more keen as the joint runs out.

maybe it was the thc talking, but it didn’t really seem like a bad idea to you anymore. you were all single, attractive and close enough that it wouldn’t make things weird, and most importantly, you wouldn’t mind getting more familiar with haechan’s lips.

you shocked your own self with the sudden lewd thoughts in your head about the male sitting next to you, squirming in your position slightly. he turns his head towards you like he could hear your thoughts (“shut up, y/n, he can’t hear your thoughts…right?”) and you swear his eyes soften a bit. “are you sure you wanna play?”, he asks softly, mistaking your tenseness for discomfort, but you shake your head a little too quickly for your liking.

“no, no, let’s play, it’s not like we have anything better to do, right?”, you feign indifference and after everyone else agrees, the bottle is spun for the first time by haechan.

much to renjun’s dismay, it lands on him, and it’s almost comical the way he looks at the bottle pointing at him before slowly looking up at haechan. “renjunnie, let me kiss you”, haechan whines in a high pitched tone while drawing out the “you”, puckering his lips expectantly. the next three minutes consist of renjun listing every single person he would rather kiss than haechan, and you’d have half the mind to volunteer yourself if you weren’t clutching at your sides laughing at the whole exchange, slapping at both jeno and sieun who tried and failed to dodge your waving hands.

renjun finally relents when chaewon suggests he lets him kiss his cheek instead, but haechan is no quitter so he makes sure that he plants the loudest, most wet kiss on his face before sighing in victory when he sits back down. renjun is not the most happy with this, and he tells jaemin to take his turn instead while he rushes off to the bathroom to wash his face. hyuck looks indignant, calling out behind renjun, asking if he wants another one.

taking the turn instead of renjun, jaemin spins the bottle harshly, and it spins and spins and spins for what seemed like an eternity. your eyes are so focused on the way the bottle looks as it spins that you don’t even notice that it has stopped, until jeno nudges you with his shoulder. it’s neck is pointed directly at you, and you finally look up from your trance at jaemin, who wears an undeniable smirk on his face.

while you didn’t exactly see him that way, there was absolutely no denying that jaemin was a very attractive man, and he was no different presently, the sleeves of his hoodie rolled up as he propped himself up with his arms, looking at you expectantly.

you don’t want to look at haechan right now, because you can see out of the corner of your eye that his face is looking straight forward, not at you or jaemin, just forward. you wonder what is going through his head, but your thoughts are cut short when jaemin scoots closer to you in the circle.

“are you okay with this?”

and when you think about, you are. “yeah, i mean it’s just a game”, you reply, not wanting to ruin the fun or raise any suspicions, to which jaemin agrees and inclines his head towards you.

he kisses you, more fully than you were expecting, but you had no complaints really as you kissed him back, titling your head in the opposite direction to slip your lips over his. you wonder if your lips were as dry as they felt, and in the back of your mind it registers that your friends are watching you kiss your other friend because they hoot and giggle, but you can’t really bring yourself to care.

jaemin’s lips taste sweet and he smells sweet, his touch soft as he brings a hand up to your cheek, gently holding it while he continues kissing you. it probably wasn’t as long as it felt, but jaemin finally pulls away, the remnants of his sweet chapstick lingering on your lips. you are aware of how hot your face feels when you pull away and return to your spot, tucking your hair behind your ears.

“dude, what chapstick do you use?”, you ask after clearing your throat, and jaemin rummages in his pant pocket for a moment before whipping out a cute pink tube, holding it out in front of him. “strawberry dream, baby”, he winks, reapplying it on his lips. “never go anywhere without it.”

renjun returns after god knows how long, stating that he had to re-do his skin care routine because haechan had completely thrown off his skin’s ph balance, and is saddened to hear that he missed witnessing you and jaemin.

the game continues in a steadfast manner for the next couple of rounds thanks to haechan insisting we play one more round, though it doesn’t exactly go in the manner you were hoping for. the group is practically in tears after watching jeno and jaemin share an awkward kiss, chaewon arguing that they can’t claim “no homo” because it was the most homo thing she’d seen in a while, and that was saying a lot because she was, in fact, gay.

you have now kissed sieun, jaemin once again and an especially endearing renjun, who’s cheeks and tips of his ears are painted a bright red after you plant a full peck on his waiting lips. haechan grumbles something about renjun not having kissed anyone besides his mom to explain his reaction, but jeno is quick to cut renjun off before another argument ensues.

“i don’t know about you guys, but i think that’s enough exchanging of saliva for one day”, he all but sighs, lying down on the floor dramatically. while you do agree, you’re disheartened, because not once has the bottle landed on you when spun by haechan, or the other way around. it feels like the universe is fucking with you, because really how many times can you spin a bottle between a group of seven people and not have it land on the one person you want to kiss even once.

haechan looks like he wants to say something, but appears to decide against it in the end, stretching and standing up. it is then mutually agreed by everyone that it was time to watch a movie.

“super bad?”, jaemin proposes, and even though most people had already watched the movie, no one argues against it and jeno starts setting up the movie on their big screen tv.

settling into the couch, you glance over at haechan and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t feeling a tad bit disappointed. this whole spin the bottle thing makes you wonder about all the other times where you could have had an opportunity to make a move on the brown-haired boy.

you’d gone on long drives together, gone partying, even drank with just each other a couple of times. the closest the two of you had ever come to crossing that line was while you where dancing at a party and his arms were looped around your waist from behind, slowly swaying to the beat. you’d danced with him tons of times before that but you recall thinking the air was a little different than normal, more heated, but you also recall mistaking renjun for your professor, so you didn’t trust yourself. the moment came and went, and neither of you ever had the balls to address it, and now it had been way too long since to bring it up.

“this seat taken?”, haechan snaps you out of your bitter thoughts, jerking his head towards the spot on the couch next to you. you clear your throat and shake your head, scooting over slightly so he could sink down next to you. “what’s up, y/n, you look a little…not present. you still high?”

it’s funny because your mind certainly wasn’t present, it was in the gutter, but you choose to blame the weed. “yeah, i’m still high”, you answered truthfully, and so was he, his red, hooded eyes a dead giveaway.

“okay, perfect, i wanted to show you this stupid tiktok i saw”, he’s pulling his phone out of his pocket and leaning closer to you to show you some video of a cat, or maybe a dog, you weren’t paying attention. he laughs at whatever the animal did, the corner of his eyes crinkling as he does so, and you observe him instead of watching. when he doesn’t hear you laugh, he peeks over at you but you’re quick to turn your head back to his phone, letting out a very late giggle at the video.

if he did catch you, he doesn’t mention it, continuing to scroll and show you more videos. jeno finally gets the movie set up and turns off the lights, taking up the final seat left on the couch. the movie begins, and everyone falls into a comfortable silence bar hyuck, who makes the occasional comment that earns him a snort from you each time.

at some point during the movie, haechan stretches his arms out behind him, placing his arm on the head of the couch directly behind you. glancing at him quickly, you can’t tell whether the action was purposeful or not, because if it was, he was doing a very good job of looking nonchalant. you try your best to ignore it, but his hand is resting directly above your shoulder, inches away from touching you- but it never does.

you had never noticed what nice hands haechan had before. long and slender, nails clipped short and clean, his middle, ring and index finger adorned with various silver rings. you note that he wears three rings on his left hand, but none on his right. his right hand sits on top of one of his thighs, two of his fingers drumming against it following some rhythm going on in his head. his fingers are long, and the only thing you can think about is just how nice they would feel inside–

no, no, no, stop it, since when are you this horny?

you realise stressing out about how horny you are all of a sudden is just going to lead to a bad trip and you don’t want that, and you want to clear your head. even though you’re feeling a different kind of thirsty, you figure a distraction for a couple minutes would be helpful, so you excuse yourself to go get some water, jumping up from the couch and walking towards the kitchen. unbeknownst to you, haechan’s watchful eyes follow your figure as you exit the room.

finally away and in the kitchen, you fill up a glass and lean over the sink, closing your eyes to collect yourself. you can finish the movie without driving yourself crazy over haechan, right? tonight is no different than any other hangout and you don’t want to weird haechan out with your unnecessary staring and poorly concealed thirsting. you just need to stop thinking about his stupid hands, his stupid thighs, his stupid hair and his stupid kissable lips. “kissable? lock in, y/n, lock in…”

“who are you talking to?”

you wince but don’t turn around, eyes screwed shut tightly. you’ve been gone for a couple minutes and you don’t know when he left the room, but you put down the glass and turn to face him.

“what’s got you so jumpy?”, he questions, leaning against the counter. his arms are folded and his gaze is piercing, face tilted slightly to the left as he observes you. this is the second time he’s startled you in the kitchen today and also happens to be the very reason you’ve been so jumpy.

“nothing, i just…god, you need to starting announcing your entry into a room, dude…”

he furrows his eyebrows but lets out a chuckle anyway, slowly sauntering over to where you stood. eyes never leaving yours, he now stands directly in front of you, caging you in between the sink and his body. the closer proximity and dim lighting isn’t helping your case in the slightest, feeling all hot and bothered as if there was a sudden change in temperature. “what’s happening? you’re usually never like this, we’ve smoked up together so many times. are you having a bad trip?”

you understand why he might think that, what with your jerky movements, dazed staring and just overall disconnected demeanour. while you were wound up a little tighter than usual, you weren’t having a bad trip, your mind was just very slightly preoccupied. “no, hyuck, i’m fine, i just…needed some water”, it’s a half-lie you tell, choosing to not tell him the full truth for the sake of your own pride.

“you just seem…off”, he seems to pick his words carefully, eyes roaming over the expanse of your face. “no, i just…”, you trail off to try and find the words to explain this situation away, but he’s just looking at you so intensely. it’s so silent in the room and the air feels all too still, and you swear you’re trying to speak coherently but haechan switches his weight to his other leg, wetting his lips with his tongue while he awaits an answer and you just freeze. “i…”

“‘i’ what? see? you’re doing it again”, he starts, running a hand through his hair, and the muted light that leaks in through the window illuminates only one half of his face, but you can see him so clearly that even the way his pretty eyelashes brush against his cheek when he blinks doesn’t go unnoticed by you. you’re subconsciously chewing on your bottom lip, feeling a little like a deer caught in headlights. “you have this look in your eye. like you wanna…”

“…what?”

everything is still and unmoving, until your eyes zero in on haechan’s hand as he raises it, slowly bringing it to graze his fingers over your cheek. his touch leaves a burning hot trail on your skin and using his thumb, he releases your bottom lip from under your teeth, hand lingering cautiously for a fleeting moment before he drops it.

“like what, haechan?”, you repeat yourself, urging him to just say whatever it is he has to say, getting tired of this back and forth. you could sell a kidney just to see what was going on in his mind right now, because he looks torn between speaking his mind and just staying silent.

“like you want to kiss me.”

a few beats of complete and utter silence pass, not even hearing the dull sound of the television in the living room anymore over the thudding of your heart in your ears. haechan takes a small and tentative step towards your frozen figure, gripping the counter you’re using to lean against with his right hand, effectively trapping you in your place. now you really are a deer caught in headlights, because he’s spoken what you’ve been thinking about for the past couple hours into existence and he is absolutely correct.

“am i wrong, pretty?”

judging by your sharp intake of breath and open-mouthed expression, you’d have to be a fool to think otherwise. he looks as if he’s waiting for you to answer him regardless, giving you a chance to get out of this, but your voice is no longer functioning, and it takes all the strength in your body to shake your head ‘no’.

his eyes flicker between your eyes and your lips, tongue peeking out to lick his lips again. “i suggested playing spin the bottle because i wanted to kiss you”, his voice is strained as he admits this, quiet and careful like he’s holding back while his eyes are trained on yours like he’s daring you to break eye contact. you don’t. “but then everyone else was kissing you but me.”

normally you would giggle at his little frown, but all you can muster up is a whisper of his name, finally breaking his all-consuming eye contact in favour of looking at his lips again. you don’t know who moves first, but the next thing you know is your lips are pressed together in a fierce kiss, your hands tangled in his soft, brown locks while he grip your waist and pull you into him.

he kisses you like a man starved and you do the same with equal fervour, not even being able to process that your little daydream is coming true. his hand comes up to caress your cheek, soon moving down your neck after stroking your face softly, using it to tilt your head for you. the position of his hand is very purposeful because his thumb presses into your throat ever so slightly, but his grip is still tight enough that you couldn’t break the kiss (not that you wanted to, anyway). the other hand snakes around your waist and pulls you impossibly closer, pressing his hips into yours.

you’re positively drunk off the feeling of haechan’s lips molding over yours and you think you might just ascend when he tugs on your bottom lip with his teeth, using the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. body on fire, you mewl against his lips, swirling your own tongue around his while he slowly but surely bucks his hips into yours.

no wards are spoken while your hands thread through his hair, pulling on it and letting out a sound of surprise into his mouth when his hand trails down to your ass and grips it harshly. he finally releases you from the searing kiss, but he doesn’t let you catch your breath, instead spinning you around in his hold so that his front presses tightly into your back, hands slipping around your waist from behind. this feels like a déjà vu kind of moment because you are reminded of the time when you both were dancing in this exact position, except this time you were getting exactly what you wanted.

“you know how bad i wanted this?”, his voice echoes your thoughts and breaks the silence, hands running up and down your front in a teasing manner. lifting your shirt up slightly, he trails his fingers over the exposed skin of your torso and the action makes you squirm in his hold a little, and much to your surprise, he groans lewdly against your ear. “fuck, i’ve been thinking of this for so long. kissing you, having my hands all over you…”

you get the sense he’s talking more to himself than you, but you revel in it nonetheless. his hand grips your jaw and squishes your cheeks together so your lips form a pout, forcing it to the side where he plants one, two, three kisses to your puckered mouth. his other hand slips further up your shirt where he brazenly cups your boob through your bra, fondling one of them while his tongue peeks out to flick at your bottom lip.

you’re putty in his arms, all gasps and squirms and whispered ‘haechan’s. “what, baby?”, he mumbles into your cheek, the hand gripping your jaw letting go in order to slink down to your hip where it lingers for a moment. “what do you want?”

your lack of answer doesn’t bode well with him, earning you a tight squeeze to your hip as a kind of warning. “need you to touch me”, you whisper out defeatedly, and you feel haechan laugh mockingly against your face.

“yeah? need me to touch you?”, he mimics your voice while tutting, letting his hand slip further down to where you needed him the most, but not letting you have it just yet. “think you can be a good girl and keep quiet for me? we don’t need everyone outside hearing what a little slut you’re being in here.”

everyone outside. the fact that you were just a room away from all your friends who were sat watching a fun little movie together had completely slipped your mind, but if you were being honest, you couldn’t find it in you to give a shit. everything about your current disposition was so dirty. one hand under your shirt, the other about two seconds away from fingering you right in the middle of your friends’ kitchen, while said friends were sat outside, unaware of the goings-on under their own roof.

though you didn’t think actually getting caught in this position would be the most pleasant experience, the idea of it dampened your panties and caused you to whine out loud, tilting your head back against haechan’s shoulder. you receive an immediate hand clamped over your mouth in return, haechan tutting in your ear condescendingly. “looks like the little slut can’t follow a simple request.”

even though he reprimands you, his hands begin fumbling with the button of your jeans anyway, undoing it and pulling the zipper down. one hand comes up to wrap around your front and rests on your shoulder, holding you in place, and the other he sticks down your pants and cups your heat but makes no effort to move, chuckling when you try to move yourself against it. his crotch ruts against the swell of your ass and for you, any friction is better than no friction at the moment. with one hand gipping the arm around your shoulder, you slip the other behind you to palm at his hard cock over his pants, making him let out a sound of approval.

“please, hyuck”, you shake your face free of his hand and turn to look him in the eye, and he grips your throat and presses a chaste kiss to your lips.

he seems to accept your plea, finally moving his hand against you and you breathe a sigh of relief, lost in the feeling of his fingers rubbing circles on your clit over your wet underwear. he’s quick to slip his hand inside your panties, cold fingers pressed directly on to your bare pussy, spreading your wetness all over you. when he ultimately slips a finger into your tight, waiting core, you moan but it’s cut short when he slaps his hand over your mouth again. “keep. quiet.”

if someone were to walk in, the two of you would be a sight to see. you writhing in his tight hold while his hand is stuffed in your pants, two fingers pistoning in and out of you at a fast pace as his forehead is pressed against the side of your face, releasing short breaths. you look positively fucked out, and you’re both in a state of complete bliss as you grind against each other in a timely rhythm.

“my pretty girl. if i had known you wanted this too, i would’ve just grabbed you and kissed you like i wanted, in front of everyone.”

his voice is honey-like and sultry, and his fingers are nothing short of heavenly. they pump in and out of you, and he still manages to use his thumb to toy with your clit in this position, leaving you breathless and on the edge. “can’t believe jaemin and renjun got to kiss you before me.”

you’re so wet that your cunt makes downright sinful noises as he fingers you and you’re hoping that it isn’t really as loud as it seems. “you’re so wet, angel. so this is what had you all jumpy today”, he laughs like he’s stating the obvious, and you’d have half the mind to feel shy if his ministrations didn’t feel so fucking good right now.

you’re aware that you’re close and so is he because you’re clenching around his fingers, so he quickens his pace both inside you and against your clit. “you gonna cum for me, baby? right here, in the middle of kitchen, while everyone’s outside?”, he purrs against your face and you grip the part of his arm that isn’t shoved in your pants, digging your nails into his skin in a way that’s sure to leave a mark. his words make you feel dirty in the best way, not even knowing you could feel this turned on.

he peppers kisses along your jaw and neck, sucking here and there, and through the pale moonlight bleeding into the room from the window, the red blemishes that begin to bloom on your skin are visible to hyuck, and he seems pleased with his artwork. “that’s it, sweetheart, let go for me.”

your moans are muffled against his palm when you finally come, the orgasm ripping through you so strongly that you go limp in his hands, legs almost buckling at the sensation. with the added boost of the weed you smoked earlier, your orgasm is immense, feeling it pulse through your body until it’s too much, whining and wriggling in haechan’s firm hold. he holds you still and helps you ride out your high, whispering utterances of “that’s right, baby” and “my good girl” into your ear while you throw your head back and try to regulate your breathing.

in a moment, his hand slips out of your pants, turning you back around so you’re now facing him, grinning down at you from ear to ear as if you both hadn’t just defiled jaemin and jeno’s kitchen. “you feeling okay?”, he mumbles, tucking your hair behind your ear with the hand that wasn’t soaked, pressing a number of kisses all over your face as you nod and giggled, trying to evade his attack. he lets you go just to wash his hands, and it’s when he dries his wet hands on the material of his pants that you notice his raging boner, immediately feeling bad.

“wait hyuck, let me–“

as if he’s reading your mind once again, he shakes his head and takes both of your hands into his, wrapping them around his own waist while pulling you into him. “we can save that for another time, pretty”, he insists, his expression turning shy when he realises the implications behind his words. “that is, i-if you want another time, of course–“

it’s your turn to cut him off this time, but you do so by leaning up and connecting your lips again, bring a hand up to stroke his cheek. “of course i want another time, hyuck. i want this. i want you.”

your assurances do good to bring a smile to his pretty face, taking ahold of the hand on his cheek and pressing his lips to your skin gently, lovingly. “so, so, perfect.”

taking note of the prolonged amount of time the two of you had been gone, you skulk back into the living, but this time, hand in hand.

the scene you’re greeted with is a surprising one, because you find every single one of your friends to be sound asleep, much to your amusement and hyuck’s dismay. “so you’re telling me i could’ve been hearing you moan the whole time and none of these idiots would have even known?”, he is appalled, a hand coming up to rub at his face out of frustration. “i did all that for nothing?”

“i wouldn’t say for nothing”, you reveal, biting your lip and smiling up at the boy shyly. “i might have woken them up.”

“oh yeah, well now you’re going to”, and with that, he’s dragging you back to the kitchen while you giggle, nearly tripping over your own feet before he all but scoops you up in his arms, muttering to himself about having left something in the kitchen that needed urgent fetching.

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Understanding Lennon McCartney Rewatch Part 2.1

Cynthia and John are worse and crazier for admitting what they admitted in the bio. But Jane and Paul are not exempt.

Will forever love this pic of Paul and Julian. He does not look like the fun uncle. He looks tired and dependable. Just stepped out of the womb as a father, didn't he? The sperm that fertilized his egg probably passed some fatherly advice and hair tussles to the other sperm as it passed them.

They should've bought the fucking island.

They never look more like a couple than when the women they're actually dating are right next to them.

The India footage actually looks so beautiful. Obviously it's a beautiful place, but they all genuinely look so free and at peace there. It really could've been so good for them. Getting enlightened, getting soberish, growing closer as a band, taking a much-needed rest. It should've been good.

The music choices in this documentary! The drastic shift from, “all you need is love” and “the dream I had was true” and “I don't need much to set me free.” to Paul leaving to “yes I'm lonely. Wanna die.” “I'm going insane.” “Look at me. Who am I supposed to be?” 8d8 psychic damage. And the thing is it's real. John really did flip a switch, just like that.

Smashing my head into a wall. It's the same as Yoko's quote about how ‘nobody hurt John more than Paul.’ Really Pete? Worse than after his mum died? Really Yoko? More than that drunk cop? Paul, what the fuck did you do to him in India, seriously, because at this point in the doc I can't accept the theory that it was just some lack of communication, I just can't.

It's also telling to me that when John's losing it, everyone's solution is some time alone with Paul. Nobody panic. Paul can fix him. Little do they know Paul's the one that broke him. Or maybe they do know and that's only another reason they know Paul's the only man for the job?

Old-fashioned ad voice: You liked Protective Jesus Scandal Paul? You'll love Protective LSD Scandal John! Really. Before the question is even out, he's making fun of it. I think he cuts off the interviewer at least three times with jokes before he can get the sentence out, and by the time he is, Paul's giggling too hard to feel bad about his little PR fuck-up.

Then he lets Paul talk a bit before jumping back in, this time with his Hard Man suit on. It's just so good. A testament to their unconditional love, really. Because, clearly, Paul's just hurt John pretty bad. And yet, here John is. Using every trick he's got to defend his friend.

But actually, though John is supposedly the one everyone's worried about, Paul's doing a pretty shit job of being the “stable” one. This entire press tour he's either fucking blazed and laughing at everything or disassociated and not contributing.

(((except during that political discussion – again! Paul secretly has actual thoughts on actual things?!)))

But for the most part, John's absolutely holding down the fort. I wonder if this is another case of everyone – all their friends and business associates, just like we as a fandom still do now – assuming John is the problem child, and Paul's the strong one, but actually they're both both.

Back to the political interview. They're just so in sync. Finishing each other's sentences when you're talking about the weather or your shared work is one thing. Finishing each other's sentences on complex topics like why poor whites often vote bigots in or the cause of rampant misinformation is quite another.

“Letting his dad cut his hair at sixteen, seventeen.” You all know that John hates Jim quote.

John: so there's war, and vegetables. There's relativity and absolute. Paul (absolutely smitten): that's great Johnny. Int: that's rather hard for people to interpret. John: well if they can't interpret it now, maybe they will later..... 1. John really was extremely intelligent. 2. That last statement sums up Beatles historiography.

Paul really just Won't be alone with John, will he? Well, two can play at that game, Paul, and John's going to win, let me tell you.

But he's going to do one last panic grab for attention first.

I really do think if John had done something like that *before* Paul would've given him that attention. Told him he's being insane and taken him home to splash some cold water on him or something and then given him whatever softness Paul was capable of. But not anymore.

I wonder if Paul could go back to 1966 if he just wouldn't have taken John to that Indica show where he met Yoko. If he would've just said “okay John, sure, let's just stay home and trip on the couch tonight.” I don't know.

Anyway, Yoko gets an A+ for persistence. Imagine being Paul, George, or Ringo, though, and John is suddenly madly in love with this woman whose been begging you all (and then him specifically) for a platform for over a year? It would be weird to say the least.

John: don't you hate me? I'm crazy, you know. Paul: no I don't hate you. John: aren't you pissed at me now, Paul? Even a little bit? Paul: I'm very proud of you. It's the unstoppable force (“Don't ‘nore me, Mimi!”) vs the immovable object (“I learned to put a shell around me”.) Someone get them some professional help before they nuke the whole world.

“There is, however, a desire to get power in order to use it for good.” One of those quotes that just really lets you see a person, you know? Benevolent dictator Paul.

Yoko, why are you talking about how bad your boy doesn't want to fuck you right in front of all his closest friends and on record for posterity? If you have to be talking about your sex life, shouldn't you be lying about how insanely horny he is for you? Oh, right, she will think of that, just not yet.

And then she waxes poetic about how turned on John is when he's working on music with Paul. Cool. Smart. Thanks for that, though, genuinely.

And Then (gosh, Yoko is such an asset to Beatles history when she's not actively spreading misinformation. Everyone give her a hand) she goes on about how Paul goes out of his way to make her feel respected and even valued. Compare that to John and Linda, anyone? And I want to be clear, I'm not saying this means John cares too much and Paul doesn't care at all, which might be the surface read. I just think John's reaction was to scream in everyone's face that he was in pain and Paul's was to insist ad nauseam that he was fine. You know?

#paul mccartney #the beatles #john lennon #mclennon #ringo starr #george harrison #yoko ono #linda eastman #ulm #understanding lennon mccartney

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pjo episode four parts that made me scream

Them starting with sally trying teach percy how to swim and percy being scared is fantastic for two reasons: number one, its a normal kid thing and number two it ties into later in the books when we find out percy has a fear of drowning. Its like hoe thalia has a fear of heights and kind of ties into the idea that forbidden children are often afraid of some part of their parents element. I love that theyre bringing in elements of that idea so early!!!

percy’s “can i ask a stupid question” and annabeths “are you trying to make me make fun of you” akdbdkbaaksbdkjsbakks shes so funny

I LOVE THAT THEY BRING UP PAN AND SPECIFICALLY TIE HIM TO MANIFEST DESTINY AND AMERICAS HISTORY OF KILLING ITS INDIGENOUS PEOPLE!!!! ITS IMPORTANT FUCKING HISTORY AND IM SO GLAD THE SHOW ACKNOWLEDGED IT

percy and annabeths little banter, percys stupid accent and then him collapsing on her. That and the scene where theyre talking on the train is the percabeth we deserve!!!!!! God i love them so much

ALSO going back to the scene where theyre talking in bed on the train i love how annabeth knows that grovers grumpy in the morning and percy doesnt. Grover was her protector once too!! (Like they said last episode) and theyve traveled together before!! He was annabeths friend before he was percys

ok everyones already said this but the parallels between annabeth and medusa?!!??? With medusa saying “i was you” last episode and now annabeth getting punished for something percy did ghe same was medusa was punished for something Poseidon did????? Absolutely insane i love it

also the fact that it hurt athenas pride specifically, much like how medusa mentioned the “pride of athena” in reference to annabeth last episode, which all ties back to the fact that hubris is annabeths fatal flaw and she gets it from her mother

THE CUT TO PERCY IN THE FOUNTAIN AND THEM SPLASHING WATER ON HIM AHSKSBJAHAJSJSB theyre so funny for that

Percy just looks like a wet rag this episode and its so well done you can even tell the makeup on his face was done to make him appear paler and sicklier and it works so well

ok PERCY PULLING ANNABETH INTO THE STAIRWELL AND SHUTTING THE DOOR???? Because hes loyal to a fault!!!! And theyre becoming friends!!!!!!!!! And he cares about her more in like a week than athena ever has and its shown to us so clearly in this episode!!!!!!

ONCE AGAIN LUKES MOTIVATIONS ARE GOING TO MAKE SO MUCH SENSE BY THE TIME WE GET TO THE END OF THIS AND WE DONT EVEN HAVE TO SPEND TIME WITH HIM TO UNDERSTAND THEM god this series is so well done

Also the chimeras design looks so cool i love it so much

AND WE FINALLY GET AN ANSWER AS TO HOW PERCY GOT IN THE RIVER FROM THE TOP OF THE ARCH!! (At least in the tv world, in the book world the arch might very well just be in a different spot lol)

Poseidon saves him!! Hes a better parent than athena is apparently

god the episode ending with percy breathing underwater is so good i was on the edge of my seat until the very end

OK LAST THING is that they are continuing the theme sally brings up about monsters not always looking like monsters and heroes not always looking like heroes so well!!! Echidna bringing it up and saying that to her, demigods are more dangerous was fantastic i love how dedicated they are to this

OK ACTUALLY THE LAST THING i love the dichotomy of different mothers in this episode. We start with sally and percy and immediately see how much they love each other and care about each other!!!! Then we get to echidna who cares about her children too by teaching them to hunt!!! And then we get athena who ducking punishes annabeth for something she didnt even do. And its like. That was a little monstrous athena. Im understanding why someone might want to kill their godly parent

GOD THIS SERIES IS SO GOOD

#percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #annabeth chase #percabeth #grover underwood #pjo #Athena #posideon #medusa #Sally jackson #the lightning thief

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one single thread of gold (tied me to you) | Part 3 aka: my Steddie soulmates au, Eddie's POV Part 1 | Part 2 | Steve's POV

guess who's baaaaack? Sorry for the long wait between parts, but here's part three of Eddie's POV! I'm back to working on this fic primarily, so will hopefully have the next part sooner rather than later! As always, let me know if you'd like to be added or taken off of the taglist!

As Eddie settled into life in Hawkins, he quickly realized that the universe must be playing a practical joke; there was no way in hell that Steve Harrington was his soulmate.

His assumptions that first day at Hawkins High had proven correct: Steve was popular, painfully mainstream, and had zero time or attention for anyone outside of his circle of influence. In some ways, being so utterly ignored by his soulmate hurt worse than if he’d been outright rejected. It was a reminder every day that Eddie wasn’t even significant enough in his soulmate’s life to merit rejection.

Eddie had learned how to use his outcast status to his advantage well before he’d moved to Hawkins - how to wear the mantle of “freak” like armor. He found the other outcasts and was able to use his reputation (and the fact that he supplied weed to most of the popular kids) to protect them, too.

He carved out a section of Hawkins that was his own and made just enough space there for the people he cared about. Over time, he slowly brought more and more lost sheep into the fold, founding Hellfire Club and Corroded Coffin with people he could legitimately call his best friends. It wasn’t perfect, but it was as close as someone like Eddie could ever hope to get.

Corroded Coffin’s practices were often one of Eddie’s favorite parts of his new life in Hawkins. Gareth had started at Hawkins High Eddie’s Junior year, but he saw Eddie’s Dio patch on his first day of school and was ballsy enough to approach the older teen to ask if he played any instruments. Since then, they’d added Jeff, and Freak (who was actually also named Geoff, but happily went by Freak to avoid any confusion). They were sounding more and more like an actual band these days, and they had a standing gig at the Hideout to prove it.

Of course, sometimes the peace of shredding through whatever insane guitar solo Eddie had learned or come up with that week was shattered by one of the other guys bringing high school into the mix.

“Are you guys thinking of going to the party this weekend?” Gareth asked.

“What party?” Jeff responded. “I haven’t heard of one yet.”

“Harrington’s parents are out of town again,” Gareth said. “He’s hosting; I heard Carol Perkins talking about it during Bio.”

“Probably not,” Jeff said. “My mom’s been on my ass about homework lately - she like, actually wants me to get into college, especially since my brother got denied from everywhere except Ivy Tech.”

The rest of the band nodded sympathetically. Even Eddie had Wayne on his ass to apply to college - as if they both didn’t know he’d be repeating senior year. He had way too many absences and D’s on his transcript for them to give him a diploma this time around.

“What about you, Eddie? Are you going to be there selling?” Gareth asked. “I hear Harrington’s crowd has enough money to throw around.”

Eddie strummed loudly and let the feedback echo through the garage. “I would love it if I didn't have to hear Steve Harrington’s name during band rehearsal for once.”

Gareth looked acceptably cowed by Eddie’s response, but was clearly not going to be deterred. “Come on, guys. You’ll be graduating soon and I’m going to be stuck at Hawkin’s High with Freak and zero street cred.”

“You don’t get street cred by going to parties like that,” Eddie argued.

“Okay, maybe not - but what about girls?” Gareth challenged. “You know all the girls show up hoping to hook up with Steve and when they are inevitably disappointed, they’ll be looking for a shoulder to cry on. I could be that shoulder!”

“Don’t you ever wonder if the King Steve thing is all an act?” Freak piped up. “You hear about all these girls, but do you ever really see him dating anyone? For all we know, he and Hagan could be hooking up behind closed doors. The way they act around each other, I wouldn’t be surprised if they were the ones who were soulmates, not Tommy and Carol.”

Eddie whirled around to glare at Freak. “What are you even saying right now?”

“I’m just saying that all that bravado is there for a reason,” he said. “I wouldn’t be surprised if he was trying to cover up something.”

To this day, Eddie isn’t sure what made him do it. Maybe all the talk about Steve’s words and his sex life had gone straight to his head and stopped him from thinking straight. Maybe he’d been waiting for an excuse to do it and it seemed like as good a time as any. Or maybe, Eddie desperately needed a distraction to a different topic.

Whatever it was that made him do it, Eddie found himself saying, “Would it be so disgusting if he did get his words from a guy? Pretty ironic to be a homophobe as a guy named Freak, huh?” His tone of voice made it absolutely clear which side Eddie found himself on.

“Woah,” Freak said, holding up his hands defensively. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Really?” Eddie said. “What did you mean it like? The only reason it’d be big news if Harrington was a queer is if you have some sort of problem with it.”

“C’mon, Eddie,” Jeff said, always the peacemaker, “you know it’d be a big deal if the ladies man of Hawkins High was actually into dudes. Freak didn’t mean it like that.”

Eddie took a deep breath and blew it out forcefully. “Sorry. I got defensive.”

“No worries, man,” Freak said. “But you know I don’t have problems with people like that. Us freaks have to stick together.”

Eddie huffed out a laugh and accepted Freak’s handshake as everyone went back to their instruments. Luckily, his little outburst seemed to at least have gotten them off the topic of Steve Harrington. They messed around with a few cover songs and even got an original song or two started before Jeff had to leave to go work on homework.

As Eddie was packing up, Gareth came over, trying to come across as nonchalant but missing it by a mile.

“You know, we’d all be cool with it if… if you got your words from a guy,” Gareth said quietly.

Eddie snapped his guitar case shut and turned to look at Gareth. “Yeah, man. I know. Thanks for saying it, though.”

“Imagine if Steve Harrington was the person you got your words from though,” Gareth said. “That would be hilarious.”

Eddie just huffed out a laugh, trying not to give anything away.

Unfortunately, Gareth knew him too well.

“That would be hilarious, right?” Gareth asked, skeptical.

Eddie looked at him and raised his eyebrows, mouth stretched into a grimace.

“Oh no,” Gareth said. “No way, man.”

“Trust me, I’m just as disappointed as you are.”

“No, I mean - I’m gonna have to put up with you falling for Steve Harrington one of these days - if it hasn’t happened already - oh god, tell me it hasn’t happened already.”

“As if,” Eddie said, rolling his eyes.

“Oh good, I still have time,” Gareth said, theatrically relieved. “I need to enjoy my Harrington-free life while I’ve still got it.”

“Fuck you,” Eddie said fondly, shoving Gareth just hard enough for him to lose his balance.

As they walked out to the car, still laughing at each other’s ridiculous behavior, Eddie couldn't help but feel a little lighter. He might not have the same faith as Gareth that he and Steve would ever end up together, but it was nice to know he’d always have friends like this by his side.

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Summary: School sucks. Studying sucks. Jason Carver sucks. The record shop named Sound Asylum fucking rules. Sure, it sells all of Eddie's favourite music, but everyone knows that's his excuse to talk to the cashier there, a.k.a. his girlfriend.

Tags: Comfort, Established Relationship, Fluff, Domestic, Graduation, Studying, Eddie Munson Lives and Needs a Hug

Music Recommendation: Do You Believe In Love by Huey Lewis and The News

Stranger Things, Eddie Munson Masterlist - here

Black Sabbath. Dio. Iron Maiden. Slayer. Fuck, they even had Kix, and Exodus before Kirk Hammett switched over to Metallica. Sound Asylum had them all. So it was the number one place for Eddie to hang out after school. Yet, his favourite thing about the record shop was the cute girl behind the counter. He'd always rush from school and throw the doors open wide with a "Oh, honey. I'm home," whether there were customers or not.

If there were customers, she'd reassure them, "That's my boyfriend, not some insane rando," and most of the time they'd give her a look, one that was clearly questioning her professionalism. She didn't care.

Then he'd strut up to the counter and flirt, "Hey, pretty lady, do you come here often?" because that was a slip up he made when he first saw her in here. He genuinely asked her if she came often to her place of work like the answer wasn't obvious. He knew she worked there.

Earlier on that fateful day of his terrible attempt at flirting, he'd been walking with Dustin around midday and he wasn't paying attention to where he was walking. She was in a hurry, therefore, causing the two to bump into each other. "Sorry, Eddie. I'm late for work!" She called back, looking around for a moment and apologetically waving.

Now, he had no idea she knew his name. They'd been in the same year. His original year. He knew her name. Of course he did. He remembers all the babes names. Especially this babe. This babe was the only person who he ever thought about asking to Prom. Prom wasn't Eddie's thing. Maybe it wasn't Y/N's either.

But, once he'd gathered enough confidence to try to ask her, some other guy got in the way. Fucking George Lewisham! Of all people! Twat. Absolute cunt. (Y/N would later admit that she'd only said yes to George because he'd asked her in the busy corridor and she didn't want to embarrass him in front of so many people. Once they were alone, she explained that prom wasn't really her scene.)

"O-oh, don't worry, Y/N," he called back, ignoring how Dustin was asking all about her.

The day she'd bumped into him, he'd noticed her badge with the words 'Sound Asylum. Y/N.' written in scribbly wonky letters that he sure wasn't her writing, and he knew where he'd be taking his protege. Dustin was fully aware why Eddie wanted to go by the dumb goofy face he made when Y/N had said his name, yet he pretended to go along with the excuse, "I want to show you where you can get great deals on top notch real music."

As soon as they first entered the store, Eddie pushed Dustin towards what he thought was the metal section - in actuality it was the soundtrack area, which Dustin was rightfully interested in - and plodded his way up to the counter. He tried to play it cool but could barely contain his excitement.

Y/N smiled at him, and he couldn't stop himself before blurting out, "So, yeah, hi. Sorry about earlier today. Um, my friend - that kid over there - his name is Dustin." He looked back at Henderson. "I'm kind of like his mentor, you know. Kids these days are so stupid. You wouldn't believe how much shit I got myself into because of my parents... anyway, you don't need to know that."

At his onslaught of words, she laughed. She actually laughed at him. It wasn't cruel or unkind like the popular kids. No, she genuinely seemed amused. Not pitying, or anything. Just amused. And boy, was he in trouble now.

"Dustin over there is an aspiring metal head because he idolises yours truly and wants to become like a mini me. I'm buying him hair dye and jeans so tight that he may become infertile because of it. But that would be his problem, not mine. Not that I'm infertile. I'm decently fertile."

He was blushing, and his hands were sweating, but his tone was casual. He was trying to appear confident as he spoke. Whether he was or not, who's to say? "I'm sorry. That was total nonsense. Listen, can we just pretend I didn't say all of that? Can I start again?" He asked, then took a deep breath. He looked into her eyes.

Fuck, he felt his heart beat faster. Was it fluttering? Was he having a heart attack? He hoped not, because then that'd be embarrassing. But, maybe he was.

Completely amused by his antics, she playfully teased, "But I was having so much fun listening to your ramblings."

"Very funny."

A huge smile crept onto his face. Then he tried to speak and move at the same time, which was something he can usually do. As he began speaking, "I remember -" he attempted to lean his elbow against the counter but managed to catch the edge of the solid slab and hit his funny bone. In pain and feeling like an idiot, he exclaimed, "Ow! Damn it. What the fuck?"

There was a boisterous laugh coming from Y/N. She couldn't help herself. He was being completely ridiculous. She was loving every minute of it. He looked so adorable when he was flustered. Still, "Are you okay?" She asked with concern written all over her voice as she reached out to take his arm, "You're hurt. Let me see."

"It's just a graze. Don't worry about it."

Well, it was just a graze but there was a small line of blood dripping down his elbow where the weirdly sharp counter had shaved off a few layers of skin.

"Come around the side." She gestured for him to walk to the opening of the counter and lifted the plank for him, guiding him to stand beside her. It took a little while to find the first aid kit as it was rarely used, but it was found. "Sit down. Sit."

She pushed him down into the chair she kept there for when the store got mind numbingly static and gently wiped away the blood. It was quiet as she placed an appropriate sized plaster on his boo boo.

"There we go. Better?"

"All better." He scratched the back of his neck and blurted out, "Soooo.... do you come here often?"

"You didn't hit your head too, did you?"

Dustin glanced over at his buddy and grinned. It was hilarious seeing how hopeless Eddie was being at the moment. He was sitting and staring straight up at her with this dreamy expression on his face, which made everything clear. "Eddie! You good?!" Dustin called across the store with a chuckle.

Eddie jumped slightly in his seat and turned to glare at Dustin. "Yeah. Shut up, dude." Then he looked back at Y/N, "I'm totally good. Totally fine." He tried to sound cool, but failed horribly, "Um, thanks. For helping me out."

"You should ask her out so I can use her staff discount."

Oh god, why did he bring the little twerp along? How was Henderson's teasing going to help him? Was that what he wanted? To make Eddie feel like he was doing worse than he already was? Oh boy. He decided to ignore Dustin, instead focusing on Y/N and hoping that she wasn't going to bring it up, but she did.

"He's right, you know. You should." There was a hint of mischief in her voice as she looked between the pair.

His eyes widened. Shit. This was happening. This really was happening. This was it. Now or never. He needed to act cool. Be cool. Play it off. Be chill. Act like everything was normal. He was so nervous. So goddamn nervous. He felt like throwing up.

"Would you say yes?"

"Try me."

"Would you like to, uh, would you like to go on a date with me sometime?"

"I would."

No way! She said yes, without hesitation. Without even thinking. It was almost unbelievable. Almost. He was speechless. Completely speechless. He felt the colour rise in his cheeks as she smirked back at him.

All of a sudden, with no shame, he let out a cheer and excitedly punched the air, pumping his fist around like an excited toddler. He knew he looked like an idiot right now, but he didn't care. She said she'd go with him. It was finally happening. He'd done it! He'd asked her out! And she said yes.

That, as they say, is history. The pair had been a couple for months now, and it was safe to say that Eddie rarely (all the time, actually) got that flustered around her anymore. He'd stutter if she looked particularly nice one day, but then he'd laugh about it afterwards. It's normal to be awestruck at how hot your partner is.

So, he happily spent his days beaming at her as she worked at the register.

On one particular day, she was re-sorting the blues department as a regular named Mr Priston always left it a mess and he'd just left right at the moment Eddie arrived. Then she heard his catchphrase and wasn't surprised when he slithered his arms around her waist and leaned forward to whisper, "Hey, baby."

As usual, she leant back into his arms and hummed in response, letting out a soft giggle. He pressed a kiss onto her cheek. "I missed you."

"You saw me yesterday."

"Still missed you." He gently bit at her ear and squeezed her hips with each word he said. She couldn't help but blush, despite how many times she's heard him say that exact thing. "Now you say it back to me."

With a playful laugh and a sweet grin, she turned to face him, looking directly into his beautiful brown eyes to joke, "What if I didn't miss you, though?"

Not hesitating a moment, his gaze drifted from her eyes to her lips and back again, taking her mouth in a searing kiss. His hands slid slowly down her body and grabbed her ass, squeezing firmly, causing her to squeak quietly in protest. She ran her fingers through his hair as he broke apart and rested his forehead against hers.

"So, did that change your answer?"

Giving in, she finally said, "I missed you too," and pushed him away so she could continue with the records. Without seeing his face, she could tell he was pouting because she wasn't giving him attention anymore. She was sure he was sulking like a child right now. But, she didn't want to give into his childish behaviour any more than she had to, so she chose to look behind her and gave him a big smirk, ordering him to "Go sit in your chair."

He did just that, albeit reluctantly. Like an idiot, instead of going around the desk, he decided to try and vault over it and ended up falling onto the floor with a thud. She laughed, "Idiot!" But before she could run towards him to see if he was alright, he hopped back up, dusting himself off. He stood there, grinning at her like a goofball, with his eyes twinkling.

"Did you hurt yourself?"

"Nope. Just my pride."

"I'm surprised you've got any left."

Y/N made sure to finish up quickly and join him behind the counter before he started fiddling with the till. She lowered her butt onto his lap, intending to give herself a little five minute break before the next batch of customers arrived. She was sitting comfortably and leaning back into his broad chest, enjoying the feeling of his strong arms wrapped around her shoulders and holding her close.

"Long day, doll?" he asked in a low husky voice, kissing the top of her head. She smiled, knowing what was coming next as he kissed her neck and placed his chin on her shoulder.

"Mm. Very long day." She replied softly as she felt his breath tickle her bare skin. She moved slightly sideways so she could turn around in his arms and look up at him, "How about you? How was school?"

"Tiring," he responded, running his fingers through her hair. "But nothing new there. Same old, same old," he added with an faux amused tone as he twirled a strand of hair around his forefinger. "Nothing really exciting, anyway." He shrugged. It seemed like he was trying to sound casual and unbothered, but that was obviously not the case.

School was tough for Eddie, she knew that. Y/N could remember sneaking glances at him when they were in the same class and he'd never noticed. He was way too busy doodling all over his arms to pay attention to the class, let alone her. But that was his moment of peace before he got back out in the hallways or the cafeteria and got subjected to who knows how much verbal abuse and mockery.

"Tell you what, you wanna pick the music?" she offered, "My treat."

He considered it for a moment, for much longer than she thought necessary, until eventually he nodded and grinned as he agreed, "Deal."

"We just got Peace Sells in -"

"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME AS SOON AS I ARRIVED?!"

His excitement was contagious. Her face lit up as he patted her lap so she'd let him get up and find it immediately. She rolled her eyes at the boy's dramatics, but complied and let him scour the metal section, knowing full well that she hadn't put the Megadeth album out yet.

When his head turned back to her, he gave her a pout. It quickly disappeared as she bent down and reached onto the bottom shelf of the counter to retrieve the copy she'd taken off the top for him. She pulled it out and set it down on the counter for him to gush at. His grin and eyes grew wide as he took it in his hands and began examining every single aspect of it.

As his eyes darted from back to front to back to front over and and over again, he bounced on his toes, practically vibrating with joy. "You're such a nerd," she laughed, shaking her head in amusement. He flashed her a smile before ripping off the plastic cover, opening it up and immediately darting to the record player.

Soon, the opening of 'Wake Up Dead' filled the small record shop as his fingers began tapping in time, his head adorably bobbing from side to side as he absorbed the music. Because Eddie didn't just listen to music. No. He tried his hardest to feel it. Every time he tried explaining it, he felt so pompous and pretentious saying it like that, but that was it in its simplest form. It was as if he was trying to make the notes sink into his being through osmosis or some shit.

"So fucking dorky."

Her eyes were hearts as she watched him. He was so cute. When he listened intently, his eyes would scrunch together and become squinted while his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Often he stuck his tongue out the side of his mouth, his teeth trapping it between them like that was going to help him zone in on the notes. There was something so endearing about that reaction, and it only made her love him more.

"Come here, baby." She held her hand out to him, motioning towards herself with one hand as she nudged his chair forward with her knee, and he obliged, shuffling over to sit down before her. After giving him a kiss on the crown of his head, she started the arduous process of comb-ing all the tangles from his hair with gentle fingers. "Just relax, okay?"

Eddie hummed his agreement and closed his eyes, letting his surroundings completely wipe away any traces that he may have had a bad day at Hawkins High. It's not as if he'd been planning the next Hellfire session in his notebook and Jason Carver came over to pour a bottle full of gatorade all over the pages, ruining not only the upcoming sessions notes but all notes there had been and all the notes there were going to be. All of his hard work and doodles that he spent so much time on were smudged, blue, and dripping off the page.

Yet, that didn't matter just this moment. What mattered to him was the fact that his girlfriend was petting his head and letting him fully immerse himself in the Megadeath experience without having to worry about anything else in the world. It was the perfect distraction.

And he hadn't even told her that anything was wrong. She did this. No prompt. No explanation. Just... She just did it. For him. And it meant everything to him.

They didn't need to talk right now. They could just sit there, enjoying each other’s company and just be. It was enough. All he needed was her touch on his scalp and that beautiful smile to ease his troubled heart.

Spring break was a doozy, he knew that. He was surprised he'd survived it. Every fibre of his body was so painfully aware that he'd gotten away from the horde of bats with mere seconds to spare.

Thank god him and Uncle Wayne always used to go on frequent bike rides across Hawkins. Without them he may have been Chiroptera food - and he only knew that was the fancy name for bat because Dustin had shouted exactly that as soon as they were in a safe enough spot to have an argument. So, yes, he was incredibly lucky that he got out of the ordeal with some scrapes and bruises, nothing fatal.

Only an idiot would be murdered by bats of all things. Bats? According to his tattoo, Eddie Munson and those winged rats should've been cool. Should've been best buds.

A few customers came in the next forty-ish minutes as the record played. Y/N made sure she was incredibly aware of the customers position in the store at all times. She'd let her guard down a few times in the past and had moved a couple of feet to the store room, returning to find that Eddie was being glared at and demonised right behind her back. Or that time a guy looking for a Madonna album for his girlfriend had tried starting a fight as soon as he saw Eddie innocently flipping through his comic book. It went from zero to a hundred real quick.

The people of Hawkins still had it out for him. Despite the fact that Hopper had returned and set the record straight that goofy, baby cow eyed Edward James Munson, physically twenty years old but mentally acts thirteen (at a push), was not a devil worshipper and never murdered anyone, people still gave Eds a hard time.

Whenever people would accost him, he'd manage to hold it in whilst out in public, but as soon as they were in private, he'd be sobbing into the shoulder of Y/N's jumper. She'd been with him before all that went down, and she was planning on being with him far past it, too.

Honestly if he didn't have Y/N or his friends by his side, Eddie knew he never would've survived a week as a free man.

When the time came that she had to deal with the transaction, Y/N gave him a quick scratch behind the ear before heading to the register with that signature customer service smile of hers plastered to her face. It worked wonders. None of them said anything about the disgraced rocker behind her.

Maybe they were regulars who were used to his presence by now. Maybe they had no idea who he was. Maybe they knew he was innocent. Eddie didn't know. He didn't particularly care either, at least that's what he told himself.

Once the final customer of her shift - who arrived ten minutes from closing time and looked as if he wanted to spend the next two hours browsing - was warned that the shop was closing soon, suspiciously found the record he wanted very quickly and paid for it, the Y/N began the process of locking up.

"If you want a job, Mr Levi was thinking of hiring. I can ask him. You already spend enough time here as it is." She tipped his chin up with her hooked pointer finger. "Up to you."

He sighed and shrugged, "Eh, maybe next year. Once I graduate." A sad little smile twisted his lips as he shook his head, "... That's if I graduate..."

"You will," she assured him, placing a light kiss to his forehead before holding her hands out for him to hold. She tugged him to his feet, and he gladly obliged, his fingers interlacing with hers as he stood before her. "Are you staying at mine tonight?"

"Yeah."

"Told Wayne?" Just by the look on his face, she knew the answer. After a playful smack on the ass, she ordered, "Go call him while I finish up here."

"Aye aye captain."

Wayne always assumed that Eddie was at Y/N's, but he liked to know, just in case. The government had given the Munson's a hefty payout to keep what they did know quiet. Frankly, Wayne didn't know all that much. There had been a mangled, dead girl in his trailer and some sort of gooey, goopy shit splattered across the ceiling. That was the extent of his knowledge.

Thanks to said payout, the pair lived in a small house just outside of town. For the first time in years. Wayne had his own bed. He was no longer relegated to the sofa. They didn't have to worry so much about money anymore. Wayne's wage plus the hush money was enough to get by on for years to come. Some would say they were able to live comfortably now, which was weird because, as a Munson, the boys had lived a life where they got by without such a thing. Having it was nice. But now they had it, they were sure they could ever go back.

As soon as the phone call ended - it was always very brief and directly to the point - Eddie returned to find that Y/N had done everything and was waiting for him.

"Don't forget your record."

"How could I forget?"

He smirked as he picked up the vinyl and gave it a little kiss before he stuffed it into a carrier bag. Then they were out the door and walking hand in hand to Eddie's van. His very excited opinions about the Megadeth album were bursting from his lips as if he couldn't contain them at all. Y/N laughed along as she often did.

It was nice seeing him like this. To see a part of her precious boy again after everything that had happened to him these last few months, it was comforting. It was grounding. She loved it. She truly did. And as she watched her boyfriend's bright grin as he babbled on and on, Y/N had to fight the tears welling up in her eyes.

"You okay, babe?"

She blinked twice before smiling widely and nodding. She pulled his hand off the gearstick and kissed sweetly, her lips paying attention to one of his new scars that spanned from the knuckle of his thumb to just below the middle of his wrist. He'd never told her how he got such an injury, but she knew better than to push.

"Just happy."

And that was an understatement. She smiled at him and leaned against the window while he tried to hide his blush, watching with amusement as he pretended that the stretch of road before him was really interesting all of a sudden. The fact that he still got flustered by her sometimes was incredibly flattering and made her giggle every single time his cheeks reddened. He was still the same adorable dork who got all shy and flustered over a pretty girl's attention.

"I'm in the mood for burgers. You got stuff for burgers? Like a buncha patties and cheese and everything?"

"We'll have to stop off at the store," she informed him with a chuckle, "Am I making these burgers, or are you?"

"I'm gonna make em'."

What he lacked in culinary skills, he made up for with effort. Eddie cooked with gusto. It always was a mess. He'd burn something. Always did. But he had so much fun revelling in the controlled chaos around him that she didn't mind it one bit. Occasionally Y/N had to step in before he burned her apartment down, yet it was guaranteed to be an exciting time.

When the two of them got home with the necessary groceries, Eddie got to work. He tied his hair in a hasty ponytail, whipped his shirt off (he always claimed he was too warm to keep it on) and forced Y/N to stay seated as he did all the cooking. She'd been so good to him and he just wanted to do something for her back in return.

"Just use the spatula!"

"No! It's not as fun."

A few seconds later, he yelped, "Ow, my nipple!"

"That's why most people wear a shirt while cooking!"

Attempting to turn the patties by jolting the handle of the pan, Eddie was having a wonderful time getting oil spat all over his hand and chest. Eventually, the burgers were burnt as he'd cut his finger on something and had been preoccupied with the little trickle of blood instead.

Y/N turned the hob off with one hand and the other opened the cupboard that held the first aid kit. She'd had to restock the plasters more often ever since they'd gotten together so she made sure to get ones with fun little characters on it that she'd known he'd like.

"Lord Vader, thank you for soaking up my blood," he chuckled as he placed a Star Wars bandaid over his cut. Y/N snorted.

"Nerd."

Eddie rolled his eyes but kept grinning as he moved to plate their meal up. "Outta the way," he teased, gently pushing her out of the way of the fridge. "Go sit down. Go, go."

Nonetheless, Y/N stuck her tongue out but complied, sitting herself back down on the couch and waiting for her food to be brought to her. "Here we go. Bon appetit, mademoiselle," he chided in an awful, just awful, french accent as he placed her meal on her lap.

Honestly, it didn't look that bad. Admittedly, it certainly was burnt. There was no question about that. But it was edible. And loaded with cheese, so it wasn't as awful as she first assumed it would be. Besides, he'd tried his best. She knew that.

So, she dug in and hummed happily, "Thank you, my love." She kissed his cheek affectionately before taking another bite and chewing slowly as she watched him do the same, both enjoying the taste of the cheesy goodness.

All too soon, they had scoffed down their burgers - Eddie ate so fast that she was sure he would choke - and then the dishes were being washed. Eddie much preferred to wash up than to wipe up as he could playfully flick all the bubbles directly at Y/N and laugh when she yelped in surprise and slapped him on the arm with a tea towel.

After was the designated study time. To actually graduate, Eddie actually tried to retain knowledge and get his grades up. It certainly helped that Y/N was there to keep him on track. She had a knack for keeping him in order because she knew he was smart and treated him as such. That was one thing his teachers never did.

Despite how many times he'd gone through senior year, it wasn't because he couldn't grasp the concepts he was taught. He didn't listen. That was his downfall. School was so mind numbingly boring that he didn't pay attention at all. It's not as if he wasn't good at maths. He was great at it. DnD is all about maths and that's why he did completely fine in that subject. As long as he found something that interested him in the subject, he could do it.

But in literature, there was nothing that interested him at all. He loved storytelling, sure, but William Shakespeare was a balding bitch who had been dead far too long for his opinion to be valid anymore. Why did he care what an Elizabethan clown wrote anyway?

Well, the simple way around that was to change the voice. Hearing a sonnet from Y/N's sweet voice made him feel warm and fuzzy inside. Fuck, he knew Shakespeare had written it, yet as Y/N held his hand as she recited it made him feel that maybe she had written it. And written it about him, no less.

"When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself and curse my fate, wishing me like to one more rich in hope," she read aloud as she unconsciously fiddled with his rings, feeling the cool metal against her skin.

Eddie was trying his hardest not to smile as he stared at her. But what was the point of suppressing it?

"Featured like him, like him with friends possessed, Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee—and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth sings hymns at heaven's gate"

Every word Y/N spoke rang true. Even if she was simply repeating one of Shakespeare's lines, he felt it in his bones. Why was he suddenly relating to ol' Bill? From one bard to the other, Eddie got a creeping thought of 'Oh, this is why people like this guy.'

"For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings, That then I scorn to change my state with kings."

As she finished, she brought his knuckles to her lips and kissed them lightly before she gazed into his brown eyes lovingly.

"If you had to guess, what was that one about?"

"A loser who thinks his life sucks, but..."

"But?"

"He's - or she, could be a she now that I think about it: women can be losers too - has a partner who makes it all seem fuckin dandy in the end," he stated matter of factly, only to tease, "Not very relatable," and smugly lean back in his seat.

Shaking her head, Y/N huffed out a shy laugh and looked at her lap. "I relate to it," she admitted softly and without hesitation. "Anyway, let's -"

"No, no, no, no. I'm not going to let it go that easy," he interrupted her sternly. "You're not, and never have been, a loser."

"Neither have you."

At that moment, he was sure that he'd actually been struck by lightning. His eyes widened as he took in her sudden change of tone. Her words sounded so honest and sincere and genuine, as if she really believed them. That's because she did.

Yet, he let out a disbelieving chuckle nevertheless. "Sure, being twenty and still in high school is so far from being loser behaviour," he sarcastically drawled and shook his head. "You know what, though, next time someone puts a kick me sign on my back, I'll take it with grace. No biggie."

Life had been hard for Eddie, they both knew that. Back during his first try at senior year, he was preoccupied with trouble with his father. That asshole was appealing to be let out of prison and Eddie spent almost every waking moment in fear that his dear old dad would come crashing back into his life. Luckily, his father was still firmly behind bars

Nowhere in his mind during that time did he know that a certain girl who always sat to his left was watching him out of the corner of her eye to help him if he ever wanted it. She was top of the class, after all. And would've been on her way to a scholarship as soon as school ended if her Nana didn't get sick and need to be taken care of.

"My sweet love, people in this town are small minded, please don't mistake their judgement for truth." Her fingers made their way to brush away some hair that had fallen from his ponytail to his cheek. "If you're a loser, I am too. It takes a loser to date a loser, no?"

There was a silence between them for a moment or two before Eddie finally nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, okay. You're right. Maybe I've got a few redeeming features if you can put up with me," he mused sheepishly with a grin, and Y/N knew him well enough to be aware that she'd managed to stop a spiral of his self doubt before it had gotten a chance to fully form.

They were quiet for a while as they went further into the sonnet, dissecting it until she was sure he fully understood it.

"Tell you what, you get more than eighty per cent on this mockup, and we'll stop for the night?"

"Seventy five percent."

"Eighty. I believe in you."

"Fuckin fine."

Finishing his test with a eighty eight, which was a complete surprise that he was even capable of doing such a thing to Eddie, Y/N chucked all the sheets of paper and work onto the coffee table before leaning back and waiting for the inevitable moment when he would lie between her legs with his face stuffed into her belly.

His arm locked around her waist so there was no possibility that she would be able to move any time soon and he began slipping his hand lazily under her shirt, just to feel her warm skin under his touch. And, because she was so toasty there, he lifted the hem of her shirt and stuck his head into it to create a cosy cocoon for the space between his ears. It was like a sleeping bag that was primarily for his head.

This was nothing out of the ordinary. He did this often so she wasn't surprised when she felt his lips give her gentle kisses on her ribcage as almost as if he was greeting them. If anything it was comforting because he could feel her breathing, could feel her the reverberation of her heartbeat.

After the shitty day he had at school, he wanted that comfort. Needed it. It wasn't much, but it meant everything to him. He knew he was a touchy guy and as soon as her nails came into contact with his shoulders, a deep purr escaped his throat. That earned him an amused chuckle from his girlfriend.

"You laughing at me?"

"At you? Never," she laughed. "God, you're so precious!"

"Oh shut it!" He groaned playfully and buried his face deeper within the warmth she emitted, letting out a pleased sigh.

Soon, the sweet atmosphere turned into something else as he realised that he had a fantastic look at her boobs from under there. And he wasn't complaining one bit. What boy in his right mind wouldn't love the sight of his girlfriend's boobs? It was the perfect opportunity to ogle them. Just a little. Right, right? Nothing wrong with a little ogling.

"Are you staring at my boobs?"

"No!"

She chuckled at his reply. "You're such a liar, nerd."

Before he could come up with a witty comeback, she lifted her shirt over her head and tossed it aside. "Hey! I was creepily checking out your tits under there! Not cool, babe." He tutted jokingly as he crawled closer to her to plant a soft kiss on her bare shoulder.

With a smirk, he knelt between her thighs and attached both hands to her chest, his eyebrows wiggling as his grip squidged and relaxed rhythmically. "So pretty...," he sighed dreamily before lowering his head down and planting hot and wet, open-mouthed kisses down until he'd reached the middle of her cleavage.

"3...2...1..." She counted down till he enthusiastically shook his face in between them, motorboating her and ensuring that the goofiest noises came from his mouth as he did so. It was impossible not to laugh at his silly antics. "You done?"

Stopping for a moment to answer, "Not yet," Eddie got back to it with the same fervour until he was finally satisfied. "Nooow I'm done."

"Had fun?"

"Sooo much."

"Glad to hear it," Y/N cooed and let her nails begin scratching at the back of his head, causing Eddie to close his eyes happily as he enjoyed the feeling.

Sometimes, she was sure he had been a cat in a previous life. He lowered his head to her shoulder and sighed deeply, his nose nudging affectionately into her neck. This right here was heaven, he thought. All his problems were gone in a single moment. It was as if she had scratched them away in a single stroke.

"Are you falling asleep?"

"Maybe..."

"Let's move ourselves to the bed, huh?"

"Mmmhmm, please..."

Y/N managed to wiggle herself out from underneath him and get to her feet, only to find that Eddie was being less than cooperative about moving himself off the couch and towards the bedroom. So, to deal with him, she tugged him to stand and joked, "I don't need to go to the gym when I've got to carry my baby girl around," as she gestured for him to cling onto her.

As expected, he was thrilled to be totally lazy and be carried into the bedroom. Admittedly, her apartment wasn't very big so it wasn't much of a struggle for her to manage, yet it would've been rather amusing to see. Eddie was taller and stronger than Y/N but he clung to her like a koala bear as she walked, making her chuckle as she carefully laid him down on the bed.

Then, without wasting another second, she unbuckled his belt and tapped his thigh so he'd aid her in getting his trousers off of him.

"If I had the energy, I'd totally be fucking you right now, babe."

"I know, hot stuff. You'd be fuckin me so good."

Once his jeans were off, she shimmered her own trousers off, kicking them aside as she reared behind her and pinged her bra off. "You are just teasing me now. Come here and squash me," he demanded, holding out his arms invitingly. He always squirmed and kicked and fidgeted in his sleep, and they'd found out the only way he stayed sleeping for the entire night.

"Squash?" She repeated in a faux, incredulous manner.

"No, no! I mean, lovingly lie fully on top of me and cuddle me stupid till I knock out!"

Chuckling, she obliged his request by crawling over him, straddling his hips as his sleepy eyes roamed across her chest and his hands were soon following his gaze until they were finding their way to rest on her breasts.

"Well, isn't this nice?" His words were accompanied by a slow smile spreading along his lips, one that could rival a Cheshire cat as he ran his thumb slowly and deliberately over one of her nipples.

"Thought you were too tired?"

"Too tired to fuck you, not to feel you up," he corrected while continuing with his ministrations.

Her eyes were half closed already, enjoying every inch of his touches on her body while she leaned over and kissed him softly on the lips. "Enough groping, let's sleep," Y/N mumbled against his lips before pulling away and resting her temple against his shoulder. Eddie chuckled before wrapping an arm around her and snuggling her against his chest before falling asleep almost instantly, feeling her fingers card through his hair lovingly.

A soft, peaceful smile formed on his face at the familiarity of the situation, having found his solace and peace, closing his eyes to savour it until morning came.

Most of their days were spent like that, although the amount of studying did double as tests and exams got closer and closer. In class, Eddie's teachers had thought he'd been replaced all of a sudden because he was easily hitting B's with no trouble. It was a complete 180.

Who knew that actually studying and taking the time to learn shit would actually raise your grades up? Crazy.

All too soon, Y/N found herself sitting beside Wayne at Eddie's graduation. As she noticed the very familiar mop of fuzzy hair appear on the stage, she wolf whistled to encourage him to break out into a wide, cheeky grin before he raised his diploma like he was at the end of The Breakfast Club. The other members of the Hellfire club and some of his other friends cheered for him loudly, which made him beam even wider as he looked around and met his girlfriend's gaze with his bright eyes filled with pride and joy.

Fuck, he'd finally done it. He could finally leave school. Leave his old self behind and become Eddie Munson, the adult man, instead of the adult boy like he had been for years. Who knew what his future held? He'd often dreamed of fame and fortune with Corroded Coffin. Nowadays, that wasn't it anymore. Eddie loved music. He loved guitar. But having so many people know his name?

That hadn't been a good experience.

Hopefully, he'd get a reasonable job. One that paid well enough but wasn't too monotonous. That'd be nice. If he was lucky, he'd be able to go on fancy holidays to other countries - he'd never left Indiana before so that was a particularly exciting thought - and pamper Y/N with everything she'd ever wanted.

There had to be some way he could pay her back for everything she'd done for him. For teaching him how to live again, to love again, to have fun again. Because if nothing else, he owed her the world for all that she had given him.

Robin had brought Steve and Dustin along as her guests as her parents were too busy working, so the second everyone was allowed to mingle he found Y/N with them. Approaching them, Eddie was thoroughly amused by the fact his girlfriend was trapping Dustin in her embrace, making sure he couldn't escape as she tamed his hair.

"Dude! Stop squirming," said Y/N, and, on closer inspection, it looked as if she was trying to remove something from his curls. "Stop it. Stay still, and I'll get the spider out."

Dustin groaned but stopped fidgeting so she could pluck the arachnid from him. However, his expression quickly changed to relief when the whole ordeal was done, and she knelt down to carefully let the spider down to the floor. It was a kind action at the time, but in hindsight, that spider definitely got crushed under someone's shoe within two minutes.

"Henderson, from one bard to another, your bravery knows no bounds. That spider shall rue the day that he decided to mess with your lucious locks," Eddie declared in his usual dungeon master voice. "Lady Y/N, blessed by Aphrodite herself, has done you a great service by removing your pesky nuisance once and for all."

"Jesus dude, you're such a nerd," Steve teased. "How have you got a girlfriend and I don't? I'm way cooler than you?"

To answer that, Eddie just shrugged and slithered his arm around Y/N's waist possessively, smirking as he tugged her towards him with a sickly sweet, "Hey gorgeous."

"Hi there, handsome." Y/N smiled up at him as she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "I'm so proud of you."

Obviously, that little smooch wasn't enough for him as he tilted her chin to face him and then planted a passionate kiss atop her mouth, deepening it just seconds before she had planned to pull back. All of their friends tried to ignore the make-out session that was going down as they stared at the couple. Y/N was conflicted - yes, she wanted this snog to continue.

Why wouldn't she? But she still was aware that they were in a very public place with their old teachers and friend's parents and children. Every time she'd gain the sense to disconnect, he'd chase her lips and convince her to carry on. And damn him, she felt like she was melting at each one of those kisses, her insides curling up and burning for more.

Wayne was the one to break it up. After listening to Ted Wheeler drone on and on about whatever the fuck he was talking about, Wayne used the excuse, "Hang on, I need to tell my boy off," to get away from that boring pratt. "Ed, would you quit that shit? I'm trying to keep my lunch down." The couple broke apart, chuckling sheepishly at Wayne's reprimand.

They managed to keep cool for the rest of the afternoon. Once the school's celebration was mostly the Munson's, Robin, Steve, and Dustin all decided to retreat to the nearest diner, where they spent the next few hours chatting animatedly amongst themselves.

Coincidentally, Y/N's boss, Mr Levi, was also in the diner and spoke to his employee as he passed her on his way out. "Oh Y/N, I was meaning to tell you about that job at The Music House that you inquired about," he began. "I spoke to my buddy Simon and explained some things, so if Eddie wants an interview, I can definitely hack it."

Now, Eddie hadn't heard of this arrangement. The Music House was a radio station that operated about twenty-five minutes out of Hawkins. It wasn't a big station by any means, but yeah, Eddie could see himself as a DJ. He knew he had a good music taste. And it covered all kinds of genres, not just metal.

Yeah, that sounded just right for him.

"Do you want the interview?" Y/N asked him, smiling as he nodded excitedly at her, then Mr Levi. She turned to her boss. "See, I knew he'd be up for it."

Mr Levi laughed and held out his hand for Eddie to shake. "I'll sort things out and give you the details on Monday, okay?"

"Okay!" Ed chirped, enthusiastically squeezing Mr Levi's hand in agreement. He glanced at Y/N, who winked at him, giving a silent thank you before returning his attention to Mr Levi. "Thank you! Holy shit! Thank you!"

Then Mr Levi left. Eddie couldn't have been happier. He could see a glimmer of what his future could look like. A calm life where his uncle was comfy and without money worries anymore. His friends were alive and safe and would get to live without fear of that being taken from them.

He'd be working at a job that was based around his favourite thing in the world - music. And he wouldn't be shamed or silenced for his tastes. No, he'd get to broadcast it and give his opinions while knowing that at least one person out there was listening.

Even if that person was just Y/N. That was enough. He'd be able to finally pick his life up and start taking care of her. Maybe he'd even pay to go to a cooking class. It wouldn't hurt, after all. There would be less chance of the food burning if he did that. Maybe someday, he could really start living a normal life... a real, happy, meaningful, productive one.

And Y/N would be by his side throughout all of it. Who knows, they could have a mini Munson or two in the future? Eddie grinned so hard he felt like his cheeks would split into pieces.

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I have gotten so many asks (and messages from antis 🙄) about this video. Rather than turn my blog into a "video Q & A", I'll just give my thoughts on it here in one post.

Fake, fan fiction, CPN.

I'm going to start by saying that the very best response to negative buzz or attacks on GG and/or DD (which this video definitely is), is always to simply ignore, keep quiet and let it blow over. The more engaged we get with the subject, the more buzz we are helping to build around it. In situations like this, it is not in GGDD's best interests for people to freak out. Often the entire purpose of an attack like this is to upset people and stoke up fan wars.

I say this all the time and you'll hear me repeating it again and again and again - block and ignore (and report when appropriate).

If something comes up and you don't see me talking about it, this is why. I don't like giving more oxygen to garbage like this.

THE ROAD IS LONG

Being a (happy) turtle requires critical thinking, media literacy skills and a high degree of fortitude. This is all basic self-care and intellectual self-defense. I've been saying this kind of thing a lot and hopefully it's getting through to some people. If you have a heart of glass, if you are gullible and easily swayed, if you are easily thrown into fits of anxiety and self-doubt, and if you aren't willing to change your self-destructive social media habits, this might not be the right fandom for you.

As turtles we are often outnumbered by enemies who are trying to harm us, debunk our CPN, harm GG and DD, stoke up fan wars, push their own heterocentric agendas, spew homophobia, fandom-phobia and RP/CP-phobia, spread hate against one or both of the boys, make BXG cry, etc. etc. etc.

This fandom is not for the faint of heart.

Heteronormativity plays a key role, here

We've seen countless interactions and sweet moments between GG and DD that make this idiotic video look like a passerby patting a stray dog in the street, and yet there are STILL turtles who are shaken by it.

We have seen a ton of evidence of BJYXSZD, and candies and CPN coming at a regular pace, yet turtles freak out over a 2 year old sibling-ish video clip that has clearly been maliciously edited.

If this video makes you feel shaken about GG and DD it might be time to self-reflect on your attitude toward queer relationships.

Heteronormativity and 'burden of proof' is a huge part of how things get skewed in the fandom. The (often unconscious) assumption among most people is that heterosexuality is the default, and queer relationships don't happen. People need a PHD thesis and a grand jury to believe that GG and DD's relationship is even remotely possible, yet they need nothing more than a rumor and a badly edited video to believe GG or DD is dating a woman. It's insane.

GG and DD could have their tongues down each other's throats and people will still scratch their heads and hmm and haw about them, but the second either of them talks to or interacts with a woman, the immediate assumption is that they're going to marry her.

This is just the way everyone is socialized in our homophobic world, and it plays somewhat of a protective role for GGDD. They wouldn't be able to be as open about their relationship as they are if they were a heterosexual couple. Heteronormativity means that evidence of their being a couple is easily dismissed by most people and they're able to fly under the radar this way.

But as turtles we should know better. We should be able to recognize this dynamic at work and not be thrown by it.

This is not a 'cute moment'

If you are viewing this incident as 'the leaking of a cute moment between friends', or if you are worried about the implications for GG and DD's relationship, you are missing the entire point of the video.

This video has nothing to do with GG and DD. It has nothing to do with friendship. Quite the contrary. It's a targeted attack.

Make no mistake about it - the filming of this video was not an accident. The release of this video was not an accident. The timing of both the filming and the release of it were not accidents. The editing and removal of context were not accidents. This was an intentional attack on GG, aimed at hurting him.

I'm not going to go into all the details of it here. It's an unsavory topic that is best kept private. But if you see something causing a negative stir around either GG or DD, that's probably the entire intent of the situation. To cause a negative stir, stoke up fan wars, and ultimately to harm them.

Context is everything

I want to remind everyone of the context here. GG had earlier that night just enjoyed a major 'comeback' moment after 2/27, when his fans greeted him with a sea of red. If you weren't around back then, you might not understand the significance of what happened.

We had just spent several months watching GG get trashed and attacked and negatively discussed in the media. He had been lying low for months and months. Many of us wondered whether he'd ever recover. As we all know - in C-ent, artists are routinely canceled and blacklisted, often for apparently minor 'infractions'. We had no reason to believe GG would be able to bounce back.

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Then Tencent Starlight Awards comes along, and here's GG on the red carpet and then onstage, singing in front of a huge audience, and there was a sea of red light banners that fans had smuggled in to show their love and support. And GG was clearly deeply moved by it all, to where he got choked up toward the end.

I don't think I was the only person bawling my eyes out at that moment. I STILL can't watch that video without getting choked up. It was such an important moment in GG's career.

And GG was visibly relieved. I can only imagine how elated he must have been after the event, to see that his career was going to survive.

I have no doubt he went to that party in high spirits, happy to be able to go out and enjoy an evening celebrating among other stars. His guard would have been down in this closed 'backstage' environment where cameras were not supposed to be. And some utter dirtbag decides to film his interactions, with their own agenda in mind.

The filming and editing and release of this clip, the timing of it, the hot search, everything about it is intended to harm GG and benefit others. This isn't the first time such an incident has happened, and GG isn't the first victim (and likely won't be the last).

It was an egregious violation of his privacy and of his trust, and as people who love him we should be addressing it for what it is instead of having our own self-serving anxiety about what it means for GGDD. You know what it means for GGDD?

Sweet FA.

It means less than nothing. Anyone who thinks DD is jealous about this moment has their head in a moist, dark place. Let me guarantee you, DD is as pissed as I am about what was done to GG, and isn't harboring some ridiculous insecurity about GG's interactions. DD knows GG's real feelings.

Any doubts turtles feel are their own, and have absolutely nothing to do with GG and DD.

Anyone who knows GG knows he's casual and affectionate with others. He had shared a stage with the other subject earlier in the evening, so it's not surprising he had a friendly exchange with her. He is that way with co-stars, with colleagues and with anyone he works with. He's a genuine, down-to-earth, funny, sweet guy.

Those tendencies in him were taken advantage of in some pretty unforgivable ways, here, and THAT'S the real story. Someone is attempting to benefit at his expense, and that's the real story.

This will blow over. Let it. Let's all stop giving this BS story oxygen, and instead focus on loving and supporting GG and DD.

EDIT: More on this here.

#antis go home #ggdd in the public eye #ggdd controversies #fandom reflections #hundred holes curse on all stalkers #Youtube

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longeyelashedtragedy · 3 months

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For the send a character ask: Granit Xhaka XD

@perfectpiety here you go!!!

favorite thing about them: HOW to even answer this??? i think granit might be as close to "perfect" as a human can get. first of all let's get out of the way how stupid gorgeous he is and has been for basically his entire adult life--my personal favorite granit aesthetic era is his early bratty twink time at arsenal (if he's wearing 29, you know he's extra fine) but he's stunning in any era. his cheekbones should probably be arrested. the side dish to this is how fucking awful he looks in his selfies 😂 he's way too young to take such bad photos of himself. there's some legend that quilters would purposely make a mistake in their quilt to show humility--that only god can be perfect--while i don't know if this is a true story, maybe granit's selfies are the contemporary version of this 😂

as for the REST of it...

who the fuck is this man? he's so strong and solid while not being an asshole, toxic man with no emotions. he operates on a value system that feels almost archaic sometimes, but in a good way, like he'd probably lie his nice coat over a puddle for mikel to step on in the rain. he truly seems to have the most golden heart. But he has a heart of molten gold—more lethal than the hard form. More alive. Overtaking everything it touches. His natural leadership and charisma are truly insane. My sister is a little like him in this way, and it's always truly fascinating to watch--someone who just naturally commands the attention, leads a conversation, even the most experienced and hardened team captain seems to defer to granit for the team talks. while "taking over everything and commanding the attention" is often a really annoying and unlikeable quality, for people for whom it comes that naturally you can't even hate them for it because they're not trying to be pushy or an asshole. they're just a born leader.

i also used to think he was kind of a himbo, but i feel like i owe him an apology because he actually seems quite intelligent and serious. he's one of those footballers who can give an actual academic subject answer for "what was your favorite subject in school" (math lol)

least favorite thing about them: that he DOESN'T PLAY FOR ARSENAL ANYMORE

favorite line: anytime he calls mikel a "freak, in a positive way"? in his open mic video during covid season, where someone scores and he goes "FUCK ME! THAT'S FOOTBALL GUYS!" uhhh...his entire "if you don't have the balls to play, stay home" speech in 2022? when he told alex iwobi "i only listen albanian music" in his #29 days cause that was such a lie lmao. in terms of international duty: when he was hyping up the team before the penalties vs france in euro 2020 and yelled "WE ARE CLEARLY THE BETTER TEAM HERE". or...most iconically...looking at the serbian bench and mouthing "Ta qifsha nonen ne pidh"...thanks to my scholarly pursuits of albanian i did not need a translator for that ;). or wait...in colney carpool...whatever the fuck that weird thing he said about giraffes was 😂

brotp: well...granit and his actual brother taulant? hahaha. i love him with anyone he was friends with at arsenal (gabby j modelling his clothing line, anyone?) with carlos cuesta, with ricci rodriguez, xherdan shaqiri, and breel embolo (always ready to throw down with vs the serbian nt). his history with yann sommer...i love granit's Friendships

notp: ok...please don't hate me. i don't mean "notp" as in like, eww, i hate this, i'd never read about it, i'd block the tags, etc. i just don't personally ship granit and martin. i think they were a great influence on each other as like...captain and vice-captain, and i loved seeing their interactions there. i just didn't really see sexual chemistry between them, if that makes sense. i certainly have read some granit and martin fics and enjoyed them! i just don't ship it really.

otp: i mean...

X H A K A R T E T A

do i need to stay more? two hearts that beat as one. one's heart is the other's home. mikel saving granit, shaping and transforming him, understanding him...sometimes it makes me think of the story in plato's symposium (don't worry everyone--i got a C+ in classical philosophy this is the only thing i remember or understood) from aristophanes where he talks about how zeus cut ppl in two and they have to roam around looking to find their "other half" so they could be complete...Xhakarteta be like that.

and also. how they both own each other, dominate each other, submit to the other. granit in charge in bed yet all in service of mikel. granit's utter, wide-eyed devotion to mikel in interviews. the way mikel saw the beast and the angel within, and loved the beast and showed the world the angel. UGHGHGGHGGHGGHG

random headcanon: i don't think granit would like, label his sexuality as anything? i think he just does what feels right.

unpopular opinion: i've definitely expressed this before but i do not--sincerely do not--agree with the popular view that granit would "lose control" when he got physical. for example (sorry veronika hahaha) when he chokes ashley westwood. if you look at his body language there--or even in like november 2022 vs chelsea where he kind of flung chalobah around--it's honestly a body that is very IN control of itself. he just came at these games from a very different mindset. he's naturally aggressive, goal-oriented, here to both win but also defend the honor of both himself and the team, so-- confident in his value system, he didn't care what he had to do to make it happen.

i've genuinely never seen granit appear "out of control," and i've watched a lot of aggressive granit compilations hahaha. i think mikel did help him find maturity about this, and i think putting him in a less defensive role really helped. granit defending = license to Murder

(frivolous bonus: i think he looked hot with the bleached hair! like he looked kind of deranged and so it grew on me...it definitely doesn't suit him hahaha)

song i associate with them: i don't really have one...maybe kangë e shahirav by mc kresha/lyrical son, and/or future lovers by madonna, but only bc i've listened to these songs a lot when writing fics about him lol

favorite picture of them: hOW do u expect me to do the impossible!!!!! how about these 2, the first with granit in my two favorite colors of course (and i love the 2nd one because he looks like he just woke up lol)

#colorsofmyseason #answered #THANK YOU!!!#gx #👁️#palate cleanser at the half

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incyrayinc · 5 months

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Skulk!Veri / 'Skulk friend' mob idea

If Veri were a minecraft mob, I feel like they'd be a skulk mob of some sort.

I don't know how to code, but y'all should know the drill by now I come up with mod ideas and then flesh them out anyway for fun ;D;

In lore, the role of the skulk friend would be an 'early game unit' for skulk that is cheaper than the warden, but is weaker and targets weaker prey. It would NOT be immune to lava or arrows, would have health more comparable to a player, and would deal damage more in the range of a wolf. Hence it spawning more often in smaller skulk biomes, and less in larger ones that have more resources to allocate to spawning superior units like the warden.

The vibes of the 'skulk friend' would be an intelligent companion that feels somewhere in between a player and a mob. Kind of octopus vibes, in that it's clearly edging onto sophonce (and would probably be considered so outright were it to live long enough - now that I think about it, the skulk friend would probably despawn when idle for too long by burrowing away much like the warden does, when not tamed), but is still at the 'clever animal' part of the tech tree. Which, the considering the lore of the original Veri, checks out pretty well.

(OG Veri is a tentacle monster wearing a furry disguise, with a non-human/non-neurotypical way of perceiving and thinking,,, which please note I say this as an ND person myself- Veri is a character designed to be relatable to those who do not relate to humanity. Very Voidpunk vibes. Also, OG Veri is outright sophont, but I figure it's a bit awkward to have a minecraft mob talk to you, especially if it is a species that is not known to build societies. hence Skulk Veri/Skulk Friend does not talk, but it still behaves in ways that imply intelligence. Maybe if it does become a mod, I'll make it be able to place blocks when given them, to help the player build- kinda filling in frames. That would probably also require insanely complex AI though. I'd consider letting it break blocks when supplied with a pickaxe, but I wouldn't want people to just tame like 50 of them and use them as mining slaves; I want it to feel like a friend that accompanies you because let's be real, I just want to have Veri following me around in minecraft)

The idea could also be expanded into some sort of Don't Starve Together 'faction' sort of concept, wherein you intentionally feed/help the skulk and ally with it, but that is a whole other topic.

Seeing as this is based on a treasured personal OC of mine, please don't make this into a mod without my permission and oversight!

Cool as that would be I am kind of a little more protective of Veri than some of my other characters.

#inc's art #inc's ramblings #veri #minecraft #mod idea #skulk #skulk friend #skulk!Veri #minecraft!Veri

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motherhenna · 7 months

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am I the only one who's starting to feel like self care culture and therapist speak has lowkey done some serious damage to a lot of mentally ill young people over the last 8 or so years? It's literally the perfect vehicle for justifying insanely unhealthy coping mechanisms and addictions but I haven't heard anybody talking about it on here. Instead, I keep seeing posts that are like "be gentle with yourself: go at whatever pace is comfortable for you" and "it's okay to say no to things you don't want to do" but like...what if that thing you don't want to do is taking a shower or leaving the house or cooking your own meal at home? What if moving at a pace that is "comfortable" for you means you still haven't stopped smoking for the last decade because nicotine withdrawal and anxiety are not "comfortable"? And hey--at least you're only smoking ONE pack a day instead of two now, so that's almost as good as quitting entirely!

I'm saying all this as someone who is only just now coming out the other side and realizing how much of my late teens and twenties I've wasted because of my lack of accountability and aversion to the hard work that's necessary for recovery from addiction, eating disorders, and depression...and the whole time, I thought I was just practicing self care. But a lot of us should probably take a closer look at our behavior and ask ourselves, "is this really self care? Or is this just complacency, fear of failure, and denial?"

There's a word in addiction treatment that's used to describe family members, friends, or partners who give into their deeply disordered loved one's every demand--even when they know it's hurting them: enablers. I've seen a documentary of a 700 lb immobile man who was still managing to pile on weight because his wife went out every day and brought him every kind of junk food he asked for, all while claiming to love him more than anything else. But genuine, healthy love isn't watching your partner literally waste away before your eyes because you'd rather make him happy in the short-term: it's being fucking honest, and helping them get the assistance they need to get better even if you have to drag them kicking and screaming into rehab. And I'm of the belief that a lot of you out there end up confusing self-love / self-acceptance with self-enabling. One is easy while the other requires you to wake up and do the work every single day, even when it's ugly and messy and painful.

And listen--if your therapist has given you the full go-ahead to take the whole "gentle" route, or it's clearly working out really well for you, then by all means: keep at it. But more often than not, I think we need to stop wrapping ourselves in cotton. The way we treat ourselves should be how we'd ideally parent a child: obviously the overly harsh, critical, strict route rife with threats and punishment is a recipe for disaster, but the other extreme can be extremely damaging too. An overly compliant, indulgent parent who gives into their kid's every whim is likely going to produce selfish, entitled brats who have no concept that their actions have consequences. Neither approach is going to do their children many favors in the long run.

While I'm not fond of the boomer bootstrapping rhetoric, as I think a lot of it comes from an extremely skewed perspective of reality and the expectation that "if I can do it, everybody else should be able to do it just as easily", I also can no longer stand by the victimhood mentality so many fellow young millennials / gen z'ers seem to be living by. Because I spent the last ten years wallowing in it and all it gave me was lowered standards, a million excuses, self pity, and obesity. And it fucking sucks to confront the fact that you are ultimately the one who's responsible for your own behavior as an adult: it means you can't just blame it on society or your parents or your illness or whatever 'ism or 'phobia applies. Are all those things contributing factors that should be taken into account? Absolutely. Should you compare your progress to more privileged people's and feel shame that it's taking longer? No. But that doesn't mean you have no control of your life and choices--that you're powerless to do anything but wait for someone else to save you. Unless you're literally being held hostage at gunpoint, there are always things you can do to `improve your life and yourself. So next time you want to give up on a dream of yours, or justify not changing out of your pajamas for a fortnight in the name of self care, maybe ask yourself what an enabler would do vs. what a true friend would do

#more rambling #this has just been on my mind a lot lately #as I feel like I've finally woken up from a decade's long nightmare #and maybe I could help somebody else in the same place wake up too #you're so much more resilient than you think you are: you don't need to be handled with child gloves to thrive #not to be catholic but the prayer for serenity is super relevant here #'grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change #the courage to change the things I can #and the wisdom to know the difference.'#personal

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Friend!!! I’d love to hear about your Tav and who your main companions are/who you romanced! 🩶🩶🩶

OUGHGH thank u very much for the ask...... I'm still kinda embarrassed to talk about him but here he is. His name is Malachy, Mal for short. he's a half-elf Rogue (Arcane Trickster). I went with Dark Urge as his origin, so his story is still shrouded in mystery at this point in the game but he's quite submissive to the Urge.

I would classify him as MAYBE Neutral Evil based on his non-Urge actions in the game so far but this is subject to change, and the needle has moved closer to Lawful at a few points in the game, depending on the person involved and the stakes at hand.

honestly.... he's a pretty terrible person with a disgusting attitude and I would probably hate him if he were real. He will kill without hesitation anyone who wrongs him and anyone he thinks as deserving. if he spares someone or rescues a soul, it's usually because he thinks it will benefit him later

I can't say much else on him bc i've just barely started Act 2, but he's been one of the most enjoyable characters i've played as in my time of RPGs. i really love roleplaying characters who are terrible people and Mal has been one of nastiest yet. he's so awful and he honestly scares me sometimes! I also kinda think he should die but at the same time i care about him..... DELICIOUS THANK YOU!!!! 🧡

I'm gonna put everything else under a cut..... 😭😭 i'm so sorry......

The main companions atm are Gale, Lae'zel and Astarion. Lae'zel admires him and has almost max approval with him (I just finished Act 1). Gale likes him but they've argued a few times already in the game, yet he still maintains good approval with him somehow. better approval than Astarion actually, who approves of nearly all of Mal's heinous deeds in-game but gives a lot of disapproval when Mal is mean to him, which is almost always! So despite sharing a hankering for violence and a lust for blood i don't think Astarion likes him much, which makes him the smartest person in this party

romance is kinda weird. He hooked up with Minthara after the raid, but Minthara's romance in this game is notoriously broken and i think it's going to stay broken on this save file since the "fixes" have been inconsistent for most players. So i sadly decided that would be a one-time thing for him 😭 but towards the end of Act 1 after some story developments featuring Lae'zel i realized that those two were unimaginably compatible together and so I think they're endgame. The gratitude she shows towards him, how much she respects him, how similar they are in a lot of capacities..... just really touches my soul and it feels like love to me, or at least the closest thing to love I can imagine these two characters feeling. So they slept together, at the VERY end of Act 1, and i'm waiting to see what direction that goes in. But i have a really good feeling about it honesty.....

there's also the question of Gale. Gale clashes with Mal a LOT in the game and there was even a scene between them where he quite literally damned him? but then later on after that we got a scene where Gale was clearly interested in him so it turns out Gale also has a crush on him i guess?? Don't really know if it's a bug but i'm kinda happy it developed that way bc honestly it's such a juicy concept HJDFBHKJBGK 😭😭 Mal's a Heterosexual Man though so he doesnt return the feelings and now Gale is stuck with a big fat unrequited crush on Mal that i never anticipated or intended to happen. Gale is my absolute favorite character in the game though so I've never wanted an OC to kill themselves so bad until i had Mal cut off that insanely really romantic moment with Gale DFJHBDKHJG I HATE HIM SO MUCH MAN........ MOST EVIL THING HE'S DONE IN THE GAME SO FAR!! GALE SHOULD KILL HIM.

Admittedly i do really like the idea of Mal, Lae'zel and Gale being in a really weird and twisted situationship where they often can't stand being around one another as a result of their strong personalities and insane moral compasses but are also kinda obsessed with each other and have a lot of unsaid feelings between the three of them. AND MAYBE THEY ALL KISS OR SOMETHING this is all totally in my head and relies exclusively on just. My imagination going wild as i perceive them in the game. they're the worsties ever and uhhh I hate them?/ I actually love them that just seemed like a funny thing to say.......

I uh didn't mean for this to go on so long especially since i mentioned being kinda embarrassed about it but I guess i didn't realize how much I had been keeping this in..... i hadn't really shared anything about him yet before on here, so THANK U FOR GIVING ME THE OPPORTUNITY!!!! now I'm gonna go hide in shame bc of how much i said okay BYEEEEE 🧡

#BG3 spoilers #Thank you so much........ for the interest...

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gonna hopefully watch ayaotd s3 in the next few days but before i do here’s a little headcanon dump about the curse of the shadows gang before a whole new group of gay ghost kids rots my brain!

• gabby and luke have known each other the longest, basically since they were toddlers. they were joined at the hip when they were younger, and all the adults did the whole “they’ll get married in twenty years!” thing at them until it became clear that they were basically siblings.

• connor moved to town when they were in third grade, and luke and him became thick as thieves pretty quickly. they were the class troublemakers, the pair that every teacher dreaded having. luke was mostly a quiet kid before connor came around, but connor brought him out of his shell and dragged him into all of his shenanigans.

• connor, luke, and gabby were kind of an iconic trio all through elementary school. it was literally just the dynamic of two completely rational kids who turned into chaotic dumbasses when paired with their feral best friend.

• jai and hanna met them later in middle school. for a while, the girls and boys sort of did their own thing as they hit that phase of life, but the thing that brought the five of them together was a horror story writing assignment in their english class. that was the humble beginning of the midnight society. it wasn’t clear what they were yet, but the storytelling love they all had brought them closer together, and horror-movie-marathon nights initiated by hanna and connor kept the ball rolling, and pretty soon they started telling ghost tales of their own.

• connor shot up in height in the summer before ninth grade, joined the wrestling team, and started solidifying his mysterious-skater-boy vibe, and pretty soon most of the girls in the grade were fawning over him. luke was very clearly jealous, but not of the attention.

• but connor liked luke first, obviously. since eighth grade, and probably before that. but the only person he’d ever told was gabby.

• gabby, in response, had told him about her crush on hanna. both of them tried to play matchmaker for each other, but mostly they were both just hapless idiots about the whole thing

• connor started sneaking in through luke’s window when he was twelve, but he did it more often now when his dad went on trips and he was home alone. usually he’d have some pretense about a new place they needed to check out, but there were those times when he just ended up sleeping on luke’s floor—he slept better there than anywhere else, after all.

• around the beginning of freshman year, the group dynamics sort of wavered. the midnight society wasn’t official, and everyone was sort of doing their own thing, trying out different friends and clubs and groups. then, the five of them each found a formal invitation to the first official midnight society meeting in their locker—and from then on, they were as close as they’d been before. all of them deny writing the letters, but gabby secretly knows it was connor.

• gabby gets panic attacks sometimes, and luke knows this, and he’s one of the few people that knows exactly how to talk her down. they have a routine to go through to make things easier, and it’s never failed to work. (when luke’s start, after the shadowman, gabby returns the favor)

• luke joined the wrestling team because of connor. this much is obvious.

• gabby and hanna spent a few weeks volunteering together, mostly picking up trash by the waterfront. they were with each other a lot during that time, and this was when hanna first started crushing on gabby though. she wouldn’t stop denying it yet, though

• the midnight society sometimes does paired storytelling events among themselves, and connor and jai are always the most over-the-top pair. they just continue egging each other on and adding more aspects to their performance until it’s completely outlandish and insane and incomprehensible

• speaking of performances, connor is the resident theater kid and a complete and total dork about it. you’d expect him to be like, the one jock who’s in the school play and is all shy and awkward about it, but no, he’s a full-on thespian, completely running with every single scene, and he absolutely breaks into random song for kicks

• jai spends a lot of his time drawing superheroes and creating characters—but he keeps them mostly private, except with luke, who he’s making a comic book with. later on, he does the graphic designs for a lot of hanna’s flyers. seth’s room is covered in his art.

• speaking of, jai and seth besties for the win. post-series, jai and hanna are bickery-best friends, and seth latches onto jai as the one who always watches his magic tricks and talks comics and stories with him.

• connor gets more reckless the more he’s left alone. when it comes to the rest of the midnight society, though, he’s the de-facto older-brother of the group, the sword, the protector. as impulsive as he is on his own, he thinks every move through if the others are involved.

• luke hates it, though. that’s one of the only things they fight about—connor broke his arm falling off a roof, connor drove his skateboard into a wall, connor skipped class to hop on a train to who-knows where. luke worries, of course he does. he just wants connor to be more careful. connor secretly thinks it’s sweet that he cares.

• gabby’s the resident homework-helper, and hanna asks to study with her even when she doesn’t need it. jai picks up on this, obviously, and he teases hanna about it, obviously. how can he not?

• midnight society slumber parties are absolutely the best. they normally crash at hanna or luke’s place, and it’s complete chaos of sugary snacks and scary movies and massive pillow fights.

• after the shadowman, the sleepovers become way more frequent.

• when he was trapped in the lighthouse, connor tried his best to look after the kids that were stuck in the dark with him. that was what he did, after all. he entertained zoey and the others with stories about superheroes and knights and wizards, all named after his friends. the one named luke came to save them at the end, every single time.

• even after, connor couldn’t sleep for days—unless it was in luke’s room. then, the rest of the midnight society surprised him by sticking glow-in-the-dark stars and planets to every single inch of his ceiling. it got a lot easier after that.

#[ anyway i miss them. brainrot. ]#[ mana.txt ]#headcanons #headcanons list #[ on the edge of great / mine ]#are you afraid of the dark #curse of the shadows #ayaotd #luke mccoy #connor stevens #gabby wilson #hanna romero #jai malya #seth romero

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Good morning, sweet Alice!! I hope everything is OK with you. I was off for a bit and am catching up. I just want to say thank you for sharing your personal story about being scared at the museum. I am so sorry you felt that way, but I do think it's important to spread awareness since the media clearly won't. I am often shocked sometimes when I talk to someone who just doesn't get how bad antisemitism has gotten. We are in grant writing season for the festival, and weekly, I talk to people from all over about what they face. Especially those who traveled to Isreal over the holidays. Sometimes, actually hearing it from someone they know carries so much more weight than something you glance over in the news. So thank you, and if there is anything we can ever do help, I hope you say so. BTW isn't your birthday approaching?

And just to throw in some Buddie love.. I was dying at the team putting them in those suits for their oceans 11 poker night. Like we saw them suit up for Hens wedding and they were super fine.. However, can I just add those suits were a level up and definitely a statement. Just a loud total statement. Can you imagine 2 over 30 guys you know showing up anywhere looking like that and you are just like, look the 2 super hedro platonic crime fighting raising kid together duo arrived to the party and there is absolutely everything normal about their outfits!! So as always to the 911 tem I thank you!!

Hi hon! I'm so happy to hear from you! I noticed you went a bit quiet, and was just hoping everything's alright for you... I'm really glad to hear you are! *picks you up and twirls you round*

And no, thank YOU for being so kind to me! I really can't express how much it means to me. So I'm just gonna have to hug you extra tight, if that's okay? And yeah, the media is a business. It will only tell the story it thinks it can gain something from. I am CONSTANTLY shocked by how bad antisemitism is getting, and how little is done about it. I have a post queued up that, to say it shocked me is just... not enough. I could post once every single day about the rise in antisemitism, and it still wouldn't be enough. It breaks my heart to hear from Jewish kids who visit our Holocaust museum about how they're harassed and bullied for sharing that they're going to Israel to see family, friends or even simply to get to see the sights of their ancestral homeland. It's insane to me that this is what we've come to less than 100 years after the end of the Holocaust. No "Never again!" statement is worth a damn thing if this is how Jewish kids get treated. Thank you again, for listening to the voices of distressed Jews, for wanting to hear us, for being so kind to us when we speak! I did say a few words here about what can be done for starters. But really, anything to raise awareness regarding how Jews are being targeted worldwide. In this context, thank you for what you do at your job, too! *HUGS FOREVER*

Aaaah, my birthday! I haven't had a chance to think about it with everything that's been going on in real life. XD It's less than two months away, I was born June 5th. Thank you for caring about it! :***

LOL I couldn't agree with you more regarding Buddie and their VERY OBVIOUS DATE COUTURE. Like, their suits for the Henren wedding were respectable. Their suits for the poker date were MEANT TO ENTICE. They were SHARP and SEDUCTIVE. Even on the level of the fabrics chosen for the suits! Let alone the colors, they way our boys carried themselves in them, and the way the suits worked together to make them look like an actual couple, almost as if they coordinated beforehand. There was NOTHING platonic about ANY of the poker shenanigans, suits included, and I still feel half mad whenever I think about it. ;D

Thank you so much again, my darling! I hope you're having a good day! As always, my ask tag. xoxox

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minkkumaz · 7 months

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gosh.. omi.. jisung brainrots r so real.. on my way home i was thinking abt this one comment i saw on tiktok about him? and it was something about how Jisung admitted to crushing on people easily..? not sure if thats true!! but! ill pretend it is!!

WHICH HAD ME THINKING. jisung reads webtoon & watches a bit of anime.. and we all know anime openings r SO GOOD. SO SO GOOD. and one day hes watching this show, and when he hears the opening hes like 🤔🤩. So of course he adds it to his playlist.. a few days later he finds himself listening to the whole discography.. which leads him into googling the artist. (spoiler alert: its u!)

a few days later, he decides to go live.. while reading the comments he gets asked for a song recommendation. and hes like.. “actually i’ve been listening to these songs often..” and he ends up just going on a little rant abt the readers songs ><

his fans find that he has nearly every single song the reader made added to his playlist.. a certified stan!

one day mark and him were at the gym, and mark could heard jisungs music blasting out of his headphones. so naturally mark asks about it, googles the artists name and teases him. “oooh you guys are the same age”

“stop being weird..”

a week or two later nctdream has been invited to an event with many other artists in japan. and as they prep for it, mark realizes that jisungs lil celebrity crush (you) was performing the day before their performance. mark lets jisung know about this, and jisung goes, 😲😲🤩🤩🤩.

when they all arrive at japan, jisung immediately asks the staff to visit the venue the day before their performance; in hopes of witnessing his favorite songs (and you..) live. once he gets the OK he couldnt be more excited. purchases VIP tickets and makes sure hes able to arrive so he can stay by the barricades.

Finally, the day comes and when you step on the stage he instantly becomes enamored. (u cant tell me idols never have idol crushes because who could resist any of them..) the singing, your stage presence, your charm is just irresistible to him. and he SWEARS he goes insane once you make eyecontact with him and wink. IDOLS ARE THE BEST! quoted by jisung himself.

after that event, he clearly gets why the audience goes insane every time an idol just breathes.

YOU! on the other hand are performing until a pretty masked face with dark blue hair catches your attention. all of a sudden ur stealing glances and approaching his section more often. after the performance theres a sendoff! and when jisung is face to face with u, he cant help but get all shy and nervous. he gets a selfie and your signature and best believe thats gonna be his wallpaper.

the day after, reader decides to spend their day off watching the other performances in the venue, and notices how theres a familiar, blue haired performer. jisung swears he sees a familiar silhouette in the crowd but believes his eyes are playing tricks on him..

though after the performance, he opens his phone to find you following him back on insta.

(extra!! reader finds little clips of jisung swooning over their music. very cute!!)

GRGRGRHRHR JISUNG BRAINROTS R INVADING ME RN.. gosh i love little tropes of mutual pinning and soft launching relationships. IDK WHY BUT EXPOSURE JUST DOES IT FOR ME! like yes talk abt me to ur friends!!!

-🍉

OMG YOU WENT CRAZY WITH THIS IMAGINE ITS SUCH A CUTE IDEA!!!

jisung getting all giddy about idol reader is so cute, and especially him buying vip and getting barricade 3: idols doing stuff that their fanbases usually do is just so funny to me like imagining him with a lightstick and a picket has me rolling on the floor LMAOOOO

THEN READER WATCHING HIM THE NEXT DAY AND FINDING OUT ABOUT HIM :( THEN FOLLOWING HIM AND STUFF :( ALL THOSE INTERACTIONS ARE SO SWEET

normally i'm not the biggest on idol reader for some reason, i have no idea why BUT THIS ONE IS JUST THE CUTEST

omg and yes you're so right about exposure, like if your partner isn't talking about you every second of the day are they really your partner ?!?!

#∞ ₒ ˚ omi's chats #༊*·˚ anonymous peoples #🍉 anon ·˚ ༘ ✎

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ctrlaltsoob · 2 years

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02. patience is a virtue - take a hint (csb)

summary: worrying about anything else couldn’t matter less to huh y/n, who cares so desperately at beating the one and only choi soobin in absolutely everything she can. although maybe there are some things than only can take the trophy for first…

or where two people fail to realise that the line between love and hate is very thin, even though they might be the smartest in their studies.

warnings: swearing, empty threats, y/n feels a little lonely towards the end

a/n: i’ve finally finished my exams !! two months summer break i am Free

01.5 prom? | masterlist | 03. pinocchio

more under the cut [wc. 3.06k]

agreeing to not just beomgyu’s, but also sunghoon’s proposal had to be one of the dumbest things you’d decided all year, alongside joining model UN knowing that fucking choi soobin would be there too. sure, you loved yelling at his stupid face under the guise of ‘debating’, but having to see said stupid face in the meetings more often than actually ‘debating’ drove you to insanity. unfortunately, now it was dumb and dumber driving you to breaking point.

it’s just a harmless get together, they said. it’s just us, they said. you should’ve known better than to trust the shit eating grins on your friends’ faces, because now that you’ve entered choi beomgyu’s living room, four extra faces peer up at you. one face makes you turn on your heels to walk right out, only to be grabbed roughly at the collar by heesung.

“be civil. you’re a human, not an animal. have some decorum, y/n,” the taller one places two hands on your shoulders as you huff, clearly uninterested in whatever his pep talk is about to include. he can see how his words are going in one ear and out the other with the way that your jaw strains after hearing the antagonising laugh belonging to the one and only choi soobin. “it’s two hours. you won’t die if you’re around him for two hours.”

“i want to shove his head in an ice box and shut it,” you mutter, side eyeing beomgyu who’s laughing with sunghoon at how easily aggravated you become simply because of one person. heesung visibly deflates in seeing how your anger has been split into chunks, each chunk aimed at three people. “let it go, y/n. it’ll be over before you know it,” his voice trails off as he says the last bit, knowing how this is about to become the most excruciating two hours of his life.

is beomgyu stupid? does he lack common sense? yes, and yes. your friends know better than to let you and soobin see each other, let alone socialise in the same area. heesung curses whatever was going through thing one and two’s mind when they planned this meet up.

yet another deflated sigh leaves his mouth. “look, you can either go home and wallow in your dumb hatred, or you can stay and have fun with us,” he knows his argument isn’t convincing in the slightest, but at this point his brain is running on autopilot and his mind isn’t filtering his words. his lack of logic and instead despondency makes you feel somewhat bad, knowing how the last few times a hangout was decided, you took a rain check due to being stressed out by the devil’s advocate. maybe two hours won’t be that bad.

“i’m sorry hee,” you mumble, conceding to your anger. the genuine surprise that blooms along heesung’s face calms your feelings. “i’ll stay.”

he doesn’t reply, but the grin on his face as he squeezes your shoulders feels like enough to sustain you. as you turn around to walk back to the rest of your friends, your eyes catch those of the devil’s. heesung can feel your body tense up under his arms, so he sighs yet again, squeezing your arms in the process.

“i’ll look away if you want to choke him,” he whispers in your ear, making you smile slightly. you cast one more glance at heesung, a silent plea in your eyes, but he nods his head in a small act of reassurance. having no other choice but to sit down, you take your place in between ryujin and kai.

“it’s a miracle that you’re here right now,” she nudges you slightly, kai staring at you suspiciously due to your eerily calm nature while being in the presence of the primary source of all your hatred. “ran out of excuses to dip?”

kai passes you a drink, as you accept it gratefully. “shut up,” you say as you take a sip of the beverage. “i felt bad because of hee. he looked so sad.”

“didn’t know you could take pity on others y/n” kai muses, amused by the way you frown at him. you relax against the foot of the sofa, closing your eyes as you stick your tongue out at the younger boy.

“she can’t feel sorry for anyone.”

suddenly your eyes shoot wide open. why does it feel like everything is testing you today? is it so hard to get one moment of peace? you curse your inner decision maker for so naively agreeing to heesung’s words.

that same smug look on choi soobin’s fucking face makes you feel violently ill, a feeling that you’ve never gotten used to but never seem to mind. “i don’t recall this conversation including you? i think someone needs to mind his fucking business.”

“last i recalled this was a group meeting,” he scoffs, seemingly unbothered by your potent tone, but the crease in his brow says otherwise. “leave if it bothers you so much.”

how you despise him. you want nothing more than to push his head into wet concrete and hold it there as the concrete solidifies. “since when were you part of my group?”

“are you fucking stupid? this-“

“okay! enough with the lover’s quarrel. soobin come to the store with me,” beomgyu claps his hands together, clearly enjoying the sight of his two best friends at each other’s throats. his response earns a glare from both of you, causing him to laugh at how you both unknowingly act the same way.

“i’m leaving,” you purse your lips together and stand up.

“finally.”

you’ve had enough. one moment you’re staring at the wall in an attempt to calm your anger, then all of a sudden there’s hands restricting your movement. you can feel kai’s hands on your arms, nails digging into your skin to get you to stop, while taehyun secures soobin’s arms behind his back.

the situation is so comical to the rest of your friends. sunwoo is enjoying the sight before him a little too much as he sits with sunghoon and beomgyu on the sofa. yeji watches with an amused glint in her eyes alongside heesung, who’s given up at trying to intervene. the sound of chewing can be heard from ryujin eating her snacks.

“kai,” you say flatly. “let me go. i want to leave.” the boy looks at you dumbfounded, as if you genuinely believe that he’d release you knowing that you’ll go full on hulk smash mode on the other boy. he looks at soobin, constrained to the floor with his hands behind his back by his friend.

there’s a feeling of satisfaction that you feel from looking down on him while you stand, despite being held back by your friend. nothing except soobin consumes your mind; the urge to punch him swallows you whole. he makes you uncharacteristically violent, and you want nothing more than to hit him until he ceases to exist.

the devil speaks again. “yeah kai just let her leave. no one wants her here anyways,” soobin mutters, the eye contact with you never ending. you lurch forwards in kai’s arms trying to hit him again.

sunwoo whistles lowly. “are you going to take that y/n? i wouldn’t have it if i were you,” you can see the look on his face upon hearing those words, anger increasing exponentially. from the corner, you hear sunghoon snort. you shouldn’t have listened to heesung.

ryujin clicks her tongue, wondering how she even got here. “soobin, just go to the store with gyu please,” she looks mildly entertained by your lack of composure all because of one man, but her chips have run out and now she’s focused on something else. heesung hums in agreement, tired of watching you bickering for the umpteenth time.

a cautious taehyun releases his giant friend, while kai tightens his grip on you. he feels you stiffen as soobin purposely walks around you, purely just to piss you off even more. you don’t stop shooting daggers at his head until you hear beomgyu’s apartment door slam shut, and when it does, the first thing you decide to do is hit kim sunwoo.

“i hate you,” he clutches his head in pain as you snatch his food from him. “are you seriously fucking with me?”

your face makes him laugh. he doesn’t get how soobin blatantly despises you, given the fact that you look like a complete idiot when mad. “aww did he poison your water this morning? is that why you’re so pissed today?”

“you’re going to get yourself killed if you continue like that,” yeji honestly doesn’t get how sunwoo has managed to hold so many friendships, especially with his instigating attitude. it’s a miracle how he doesn’t have his own little soobin-y/n rivalry due to his tact for riling people up.

“you act like that isn��t doing me a favour,” he tilts his head, reaching for a grape on the coffee table. “four more weeks and we’re finally free from this shitty school.”

“four more weeks and i never have to see his fucking face again,” you mutter, head leaning into ryujin by your side. you can’t wait for uni, mainly because it is completely choi soobin free. and the fact that you’ll be doing your dream course? yeah, that’s freedom.

“oh really? what uni are you going to again y/n?” taehyun asks as you turn to face him. when you tell him that you’re attending snu, he exchanges a look with yeonjun. you miss the way kai and sunwoo bite their lips to stop smiling. all you care about is leaving him behind.

sunwoo is unusually jittery after learning what your chosen university is. throughout the night, he makes several comments about how pretty he thinks the campus is at snu and forces you to give your opinion about certain departments. each comment relating to the university merits a strange look from soobin towards his slightly unhinged friend, but he brushes it off anyway, refusing to listen to anything else you have to say.

the rest of the night is peaceful for the most part. aside from the occasional insult thrown between you and soobin, you enjoyed having some downtime with your friends. heesung does a good job of preventing you and soobin from interacting unnecessarily (much to sunghoon’s dismay) to allow you some respite. yet despite your friend’s desperate effort to prevent the catfighting, you can’t help but feel a surge of irritation ignite within you every time you look in soobin’s direction.

“i can’t do this anymore. i’m going outside,” a sigh escapes your lips as you mumble to sunghoon who was currently picking at the lint on your shirt. he looks up from your arm and tilts his head, asking if you would like company.

“i can always ask soobin if you want,” he teases, watching as your nose scrunches in disgust. you hit him lightly, telling him to piss off before grabbing your coat and slipping on your shoes.

beomgyu’s apartment is minutes away from a park that overlooks a part of the city. although it might be nearly midnight, you put no mind to the what ifs that should sway your mind and walk towards the park. the street is well lit anyway.

you sit on the bench at the top of the park’s hill, hands placed in your coat pocket for warmth against the cool summer night. the city is still gleaming brightly despite the hour being so late. as you stare at the sight before you, the breeze brushes against your cheeks. a thought crosses your mind.

will uni feel this lonely? how will you cope with everything? you’ve never been away from your friends before, in the sense that you won’t be able to see them everyday, and so the idea that you’ll be in a place where you know absolutely no one is daunting to say the least. there’s no doubt that your friends will organise frequent catch-ups and meetings, yet the fear of growing distant from them doesn’t stop eddying away at your mind. what if they stay close and you drift away from them? being left behind has always been your worst fear.

the faint sound of footsteps wrenches you away from your wallowing, and forces you into a mode of panic. you can’t die yet; you still haven’t seen the stars up close from the hubble space telescope. as the footsteps get louder, you prepare to make a break for it, only for the worried face of choi beomgyu to appear before you.

though his face remains worried as he looks at you, his eyes show a look of great relief. “it’s been half an hour, y/n,” he frowns, sitting beside you on the wooden bench. “don’t go wondering off like that if you won’t answer my calls.”

now it’s your turn to frown. glancing at your phone screen reveals to you that you have in fact received fourteen missed calls from beomgyu, along with a multitude of frantic texts from the rest of your friends. it’s reasonable, really. you should’ve at the very least turned your phone off silent if you were going out this late.

“sorry gyu,” you watch as his knee bounces up and down, clearly still in distress at your lack of consideration for your safety. “i just needed some air. i should’ve texted you.”

he nods, silently agreeing. you know he’s not mad at you, yet seeing such a chaotic person so quiet and humbled throws you off. wordlessly, you place your head on his shoulder, the two of you staring ahead at the glowing city in silence. the minutes pass by and beomgyu notices how you haven’t made any stupid jokes or comments about his mismatched shoes which he put on in a hurry. or how you haven’t made fun of him for bringing a blanket which was now draped over your legs. instead, you just simply sit there, head weighing down on his shoulder, staring into space. he waits, hesitant to mention anything about your unusually silent demeanour.

“y/n,” he calls softly. “what’s wrong?” your brow furrows as he asks the question. truthfully, you don’t even know what’s wrong. nothing’s wrong, right? you just haven’t had a moment to yourself in a while. yeah, that’s probably it. beomgyu watches as the furrow in your brow becomes deeper, nudging you slightly so you actually speak out loud and not to yourself in your head.

“nothing’s wrong. i’m just tired,” you say, knowing damn well that he won’t believe that excuse. your lie doesn’t even feel convincing to you - your stomach twists as you speak those words. you hope beomgyu doesn’t see the way your eyes gloss over.

the boy watches as you silently struggle to keep your composure, unsure if you want reassurance or to be left alone. you can feel his eyes burning into your face but you refuse to acknowledge the fact that he can see you breaking down. the sight of you holding back your tears makes beomgyu’s heart drop. he’s seen you cry more times than he can count, yet the fact that he’s unable to take your pain and crush it burns a hole in his chest.

“i want to go home,” you whisper, refusing to properly speak for fear of your voice cracking, which would then force you to address what the problem was. your friend nods slightly, still contemplating if he should pry.

“my home or your home?”

“is soobin still there?”

the look that beomgyu sends you causes a wave of dread to wash over you. “he’s asleep now,” he quickly clarifies, knowing that you’ll return to your house despite it being twenty minutes away and the time being almost 1AM. “you sleep in anyways. he’ll be gone before you wake up.” he’s almost begging for you to stay at this point, partly because he’s too lazy to drive you back to your apartment, and partly because he doesn't want you to leave. the desperation in his eyes make you cave in.

“you’re making me breakfast in the morning,” you mumble as beomgyu pulls you up, blanket tucked under his other arm. his face twists into amusement, linking arms with you as begin the walk back to his place.

“you want food poisoning,” he corrects, and you slump your shoulders knowing that he’s correct. it’s not that beomgyu can’t cook, but rather that he turns the most simplest of dishes into the most tedious of tasks.

“i’ll take food poisoning over having to see him in the morning,” you say blankly, which doesn’t surprise beomgyu as he finds that any mention of choi soobin always eases its way into your conversations. “do i really have to sleep over?”

he shoots you a look. “be grateful i didn’t let him take your bed in the spare room,” he deadpans, knowing that the temptation to do so was so hard to resist. he finds it funny how your mood so easily changes when it comes to soobin. the lack of self awareness regarding your attitude towards the man makes him wonder how you have straight As, seeing as he regards you as one of the most intelligent persons in his life, and yet you still cannot decipher other people’s feelings - much less your own.

the sour look on your face reminds beomgyu that it is not his job to make you learn, but to rather let you experience that hardship on your own. he just hopes you get over the six-foot obstacle known as choi soobin in one piece.

#choi soobin x reader #soobin x reader #soobin fic #soobin smau #social media au #txt fic #tomorrow x together #ficscafe

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