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spaghettiddy · 2 years

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For tonight and everything

♡ Eddie Munson x reader ♡

Summary: Eddie needs your help to wash his precious hair after a tumultuos night out.

C/W: fluff, hurt/comfort, Eddie feels a little insecure and needs reassurance, alcohl, tipsiness, gn!reader.

A/N: I wasn’t expecting this to be sad but I did listen to I bet on losing dogs by Mitski on repeat writing it. Enjoy :)

Eddie hasn't drunk to the point of needing to be physically supported, but he does need supervision, so you follow him from a few steps behind as he shuffles down the suburban streets after leaving Steve's house. You watch with a tired smile as he makes grabby hands to a cat and proceeds to flip it off beacuse, understandably, it ran away from him.

Robin really shouldn't have tried to climb on top of that table while holding her beer. Clumsy as she is, she lost her balance when Blondie came on and spilled half of the can on Eddie. Who of course was an accomplice, cheering her on and offering his head as a support for Robin's climb.

Now half of his curls are smushed and dripping beer and at least two of the layers of his signature metal attire are damp and smell of booze.

As soon as the trailer door closes behind you Eddie goes for his bed, planning to fall asleep as soon as his head misses the pillow and hits anything soft. But you stop him before he can get to his room grabbing him by the shoulders and redirecting him to the bathroom.

"No no no. You have to at least wash your hair and get into something more comfortable and less wet before we get in bed," you explain, once again following him from behind with your hands still on his shoulders.

He groans reluctant and turns around. You can really see the tipsiness in his big eyes turning into tiredness.

"Ok. But you do it," he says weakly poking your chest with his index.

"What? Wash your hair?" His hair is a sacred thing. He has his routine and products and permission is needed to touch them so this is a surprise to you.

"Yeah. 'm too tired." He was already kicking off his shoes and taking off his shirt.

"Oh... okay. But it's going to be just shampoo and conditioner. You can do your usual stuff in the morning."

He kneels next to the green bathtub and adjust himself so that his his dark hair falls inside of it, it's so lo g the tips brush the bottom. He answers giving a thumbs up and waits for you to turn the water on.

You grab the shower head and adjust the water temperature then start washing Eddie's hair.

The curls get heavier like his eyelids and looser like his shoulders. Despite the uncomfortable position, thanks to your sweet touches sleepiness is really getting to him.

You can hear his little moans and grunts over the water, even a little "Yes, right there" as you massage the shampoo onto his scalp. White suds cover his head and the sweet smell of green apple fills the air of the small bathroom of the same color.

By the time your spreading the conditioner on his lengths you think he has fallen asleep if it wasn't for the warm hand rubbing up and down your leg.

Once you're done Eddie doesn't even open his eyes while you wrap a towel around his head, still lost in the blissful state he fell in with you taking care of him. Mutual touches and familiar scents grounding him at the end of an eventful night.

When he finally opens them he sees your tired expression and suddenly feels guilty. You're back and legs must be sore from bending over him and you can't hold back a yawn as you stand to tidy up.

Mixed feelings of adoration and guilt wash over him. He reaches for your leg and nudges you to move closer to him, still sat on the cold tiles. When you're close enough he rests his forehead on your thigh.

"That tired huh?" you ask. "Come on Eddie, get up. You're getting my pants wet"

"I'm sorry," he mutters in your leg.

"It's nothing just-'

When he finally looks up at you through his eyelashes his expression worries you.

"I'm sorry," he repeats. "I'm sorry for your pants and for tonight and everything -his tone gets louder and more frustrated - I'm sorry for alway stinking up the room and your clothes with my cigarettes, for the loud music, the stupid hobbies. Im sorry for people looking at you weird when we hold hands and I'm sorry you have to be here in this stupid bathroom with an idiot covered in beer and-and..."

"Oh no no Eddie, don't say that. Where is all this sadness coming from?" You're the one sounding distressed now.

He cranes his head up, just then realizing how tight he was olding onto you. An unconscious attempt to keeping you close or bracw himself during the unexpected ramble. He's already regretting what he said, already sorry again.

"Hey, hey. Look at me." You lower yourself to be next to him and take his face in your hands. He feels so solid under your touch: light skin, familiar little scars, the opposite of how he's feeling.

His eyes don't lose yours for a second from the moment they open, anxiously waiting as if you could have something horrible to tell him in response.

"Eddie," you begin in a soft voice, "you know you have nothing to be sorry for." You take a deep breath.

"It's nothing. My pants, the music, the smoke, the beer, nothing. And Eddie, those people looking. I don't care, I can't or I would do half the things I really want to do. I want to hold your hand. I want to wash your hair because you had a bit too much fun with our friends - a chuckle escapes you as you recall the image of everyone laughing and having a deserved night of fun and you can feel some of the tension leaving him, probably thinking of the same thing - and I want to be here."

"You do?"

"Yes. Here. In this stupid bathroom."

"But why?" He scoffs and you have to shake his sarcastic smile by holding his cheeks with more conviction.

"Because you're here Eddie"

He doesn't even really know what to say. He feels like even "I love you" is nothing compared to what you're trying to tell him. That you just want to be where he his, despite the smoke, the hobbies, despite the beer, stupid people. Despite everything, you want to be on the cold bathroom floor with his forehead pressed against yours and his hair dripping on you, with water this time.

So he doesn't say anything for once. He takes your hands in his and smiles, no sarcasm, no smugness.

Seeing him feeling better you kiss him on the cheek where your hand was and get up.

You reach your hands out to him to help him up and once he's up he pulls you in a tight hug and showers you in the warmest and softest kisses. Eddie’s best version of a “thank you”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader #stranger things fluff #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson headcanons #fluff #flufftober #eddie munson hurt/comfort #hurt/comfort #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson x gender neutral reader

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molinaesque · 6 months

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Big thanks to @sky-kiss for tagging me! ❤️❤️❤️

Rules: shuffle your ‘on repeat’ playlist & post the first ten tracks, then tag people

Ascend the Spire - Joe Thwaites (Returnal soundtrack)

Cat People (Putting Out Fire) - David Bowie

In Cold Blood - alt-J

The Spine (feat. Ashley Barrett) - Darren Korb, Ashley Barrett

Sugar/Tzu - black midi

The Amazing Sounds of Orgy - Radiohead

Dance Little Liar - Arctic Monkeys

Confessions Pt.II -BADBADNOTGOOD

I Love Me After You - Mitski

Let's Make a Mistake Tonight - Tennis

Tagging: @lullabyes22-blog, @zkyfall, @curbitkirby, @overlookedfile, @moff-times, @madeofsplinters and anyone else who wants to do this.

#woooo #tag game

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grimm-pitch-salisbury · 8 months

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🎧🎶Shuffle your favourite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. Then copy/paste this ask to your favourite mutuals. 🎶🎧

1. Dreams tonight - alvvays

2. Astronomy - Conan gray

3. I want you - mitski

4. Crazy little thing called love - Queen

5. Everyone adores you ( atleast I do ) - matt Maltese

#mitski

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timoothy · 1 year

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tagged by @krayonders!! thank you!

rules: shuffle your ‘on repeat’ playlist and post the first 10 tracks, then list 10 songs you really like, each by a different artist. then tag 10 people to do the same thing

10 songs shuffled from ‘on repeat’ playlist:

_townie // mitski

_sunglasses at night (jean jacket mix) // corey hart

_automatic stop // the strokes

_once more to see you // mitski

_wtf is that // michael abels

_you were in my dreams tonight // strawberry mountain

_rockstar // mallrat

_nobody // mitski

_calm like you // the last shadow puppets

_pattern // the last shadow puppets

10 songs i really like:

_fisherman // the congos

_not the same anymore // the strokes

_wonderful // lianne la havas

_can you really call this a hotel, i didnt receive a mint on my pillow or anything // toby fox (top song this month, i listen to it on repeat every day because i love when my brain sounds like an elevator)

_beloved // celeste

_not like that // ashley tisdale (nostalgia wins again)

_tales of dominica // lil nas x

_hip horror // methyl ethel

_the element of surprise // the last shadow puppets

_cupid // alexandra savior (sorry but i have to put her in all of these, she is the goat. to me)

tagging: @whatdoscissorsdo @violent-backed-starling @sherkathyy @ifeelasongcomingon @heliophaestus @five other people who haven’t been tagged yet (you!!! if you want!)

#obvi no one i tagged has to do this #but feel free bc i love finding cool new music #tag game

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lucifers-horror-harem · 1 year

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Tagged by @bloodlst thank u for tagging me im sorry it took me forever sgshshhs

🎶 you can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to. put your favourite playlist on shuffle and list the first ten songs then tag ten people — no skipping! 🎶

I'm just using my fave songs playlist on Spotify for MAXIMUM chaos lol

1. At the Opera Tonight- Repo! The Genetic Opera

2. Home- Dan Croll

3. Party Police- Alvvays

4. California- Bonny Light Horseman

5. Snow White Queen- Evanescence

6. Burn it to the Ground- Nickelback

7. No Body, No Crime- Taylor Swift

8. Strawberry Blond- Mitski

9. Breaking Down the Borders- Miracle of Sound

10. American Remains- The Highwaymen

I'm tagging @myers-meadow @your-mxnd-is-mxne @ace-of-hearts-and-spades and literally anyone else who wants to do this please cause I LOVE seeing other people's music and finding new things to listen to!

#tag game

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actuallyanansi · 1 year

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@mikkidarling tagged me to shuffle my library and share 10 songs, so i compiled my top 100 listened songs from each of the past 7 years into a playlist, hit shuffle, and gazed upon the results:

20 Years of Snow / Regina Spektor

Many Moons / Janelle Monáe

Prom / SZA

Goodbye My Danish Sweetheart / Mitski

I Give Up / Caroline Polachek

On Brûlera / Pomme

I'm Your Doll / fka twigs

Detonate / Charli XCX

Cry Your Heart Out / Adele

Fill the Crown / Poppy

surprisingly, despite an advantage in the overall proportion of songs represented, neither lucy dacus nor rina sawayama were able to attend tonight's festivities

i am tagging @avislorraine @zinandour @lemonbenny @blvck-dog @peabnut @lebenshinundher @incrediblybent and @irulehyrule26 because why not. unless you don't want to. don't hate me

(ps @etherealcalamities did u do urs yet)

#there was a 31% chance at least one lucy dacus song would be in the top 10 #and a 98.6% chance the only charli xcx song would Not #but here we are #statistically improbable and all #about me #also remember when i made all those the signs as regina spektor lyrics posts #what an era that was #16 year old me was in my bag

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d3v0t3dv1rtualch33s3cak3 · 2 years

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Music tag game! (I was tagged by @former-lurker )

Rules: You can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to. Put your playlist on shuffle and list the first 10 songs, and then tag 10 people. No skipping!

Playing from my Playlist on Spotify called seventeen going on Eighteen (it is used for my story but God I love all the songs)

1. Cigarettes out the window by TV girl

(I like this bc of the music and the lyrics are really good!)

2. Me and my husband by Mitski

(For me, this song is the bomb)

3. Nobody by Mitski

(I Like songs by Mitski.)

4. Watching him fade away by Mac Demarco

(It brings something out in me)

5. Swing lynn - slowed by Harmless

(I just like it)

6. Leaving tonight by The Neighborhood.

(This song just has a great vibes to it.)

7. Seventeen by Ladytron

(It brings height ig for the model industry idk)

8. Tek it by cafuné

(I love the lyrics in this song)

9. Alien Blues by Vundabar

(My man I love everything in this song.)

10. Dark Beach by Pastel ghost

(I just love the sound)

I don't have many friends who would probably do this, so here are the people who I THINK would respond @realatlast @m0isttoenails @strangerthings64 @italiansteebie @gay-fauncologist

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g0nta-g0kuhara · 2 years

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Got tagged by @jimpoststuff to put my favourite playlist on shuffle and list the first 10 songs and since my favourite playlist is currently my danganronpa playlist, I thought I'd list it out in a separate post so I could talk about why each song is on here. Thanks for the tag! :]

If anyone wants to do this and sees this, consider yourself tagged! Especially if youre giving DR song recommendations!

1. Catabolic Seed by The Scary Jokes - This is a Nagito song for me:

But is bad luck really such a crime? / If you won't be my valentine, could you at least give me a little bit of sympathy?

I don't care if I'm losing myself in the garden of earthly delights / I could drop dead right where I stand and I wouldn't mind / I wouldn't mind

2. Apocalyptic by *repeat repeat - Mostly for the vibes, but potentially a Saiouma song:

Oh, it's apocalyptic (don't care!) / Fulfilled prophecy (don't care!) / I don't care if the whole world burns / the only thing that matters / I want you right next to [me]

3. The Other Side of Paradise by Glass Animals - Gonta song:

Bye-bye baby blue / I wish you could see the wicked truth / caught up in a rush it's killing you / screaming at the sun you blow into

4. Special by Joe Hawley - This one's a Hajime song!

Sooner or later I shall find myself / and make amends with the me left on the shelf / in a dance and epic vast expanse of kids / a round-robin championship of ids / maybe I'm unique and maybe not / but I might as well deliver all I've got

Do you believe I'm special? / Would you agree I'm special? / Do I believe I'm special?

5. The World is Mine (feat. Hatsune Miku) by Supercell - KOKICHI. No need to explain.

6. Kangaroo Court by Capital Cities - This is a general class trial song, but could be for any protagonist I think!

In a dusty room I come to assume / That I've been doomed / to lose my mind tonight / too weak to fight. / So I try to save face and rest my case / but the Judge pulls me aside, says, "C'est la vie / let your darker side come out to feed"

Shut up, shut up, shut up / Sit up, sit up, sit up / It's a kangaroo court / a kangaroo court

7. Those who Carried On by Ghost - This is a song for all of the v3 characters I think. It gives me vibes of what I imagine the ending of the game might be like:

Once more, their head had caved in / and the past lingered nearby a locked door / once more, they had revisited / something over and over and over again / and carried on

So after all these years / they remain a form of art / Cause they had problems from the start / though they acted on a dare / there's nothing stopping them so beware / these are people too fearless to die out / though they'll never escape from the rise / now...

8. What's Wrong by Half•Alive - Shuichi:

Mm-ma, the whisper in my heart, it could never speak up / The message in my chest gathered too much dust / I can't afford the truth even if it's unjust / Keep it top shelf, keep it all locked up

9. First Love / Late Spring by Mitski - This one breaks my heart. A Gonta song:

And I was so young when I behaved 25 / Yet now, I find I've grown into a tall child / and I don't wanna go home yet / let me walk to the top of the big night sky

Please, hurry, leave me, I can't breathe / Please don't say you love me / 胸がはち切れそうで / One word from you and I would / jump off of this ledge I'm on, baby / Tell me, "Don't," so I can crawl back in

10. Six Feet Under by Vane Lily - A Shuichi and Kaede song!!

We've spent years awaiting our judgement / Our hands aligned, intrinsically entwined

But in the blink of an eye you kissed me goodbye / And I reminisced of a better time / You were warm, full of life, and under a cry / You promised we'd both crawl out that night

But in the blink of an eye (You left me here) / You kissed me goodbye (You left me here) / and the taste of your lips left me mortified (You left me here, you left me here) / They were cold, full of spite (You left me here) / And under a guise (You left me here) / You promised we'd both be dead that night (You left me here to die that night)

#shut up me #tag games #DYING to talk about the songs on my dr playlist #its mostly v3 so Im surprised I even got 2 dr2 character songs in my shuffle

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melonnade · 1 year

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Playlist Tag Game 💛

tagged by @svampira <3 thank you!

rules: shuffle your ‘on repeat’ playlist and post the first 10 tracks, then list 10 songs you really like, each by a different artist. then tag 10 people to do the same thing

10 songs on repeat:

10 songs I like! (technically the ones above would work too, but here are 10 different artists)

1. Deuteronomy 2:10 - The Mountain Goats

2. Brother - Madds Buckley

3. Curses - The Crane Wives

4. Choke - I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

5. Take Me to Church - Hozier

6. Lemon Boy - Cavetown

7. Merry-Go-Round - MAN WITH A MISSION

8. Achilles Come Down - Gang of Youths

9. Honeybee - The Head and the Heart

10. Haru wo Tsugeru - yama

not tagging any mutuals because I’m feeling shy, but please feel free to do this if you see it and you’d like to!! this is an open invitation <3

#the way two of the ‘on repeat’ ones are from mha…#and there’s another one in my song recs #exposed myself #tag game #music #okay. if I had to recommend just ONE to listen to.#it’d be ‘we’re screwed - unlike pluto’ hands down #that song is so good

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michaelaftonsluv · 2 years

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crack baby

michael afton x reader

genre: angst

basically a story about michael coming to reader’s house after the bite of ‘83, scared to face his father & family

Stormy nights were always the worst. Thunder would scare your pets and in the morning the mud would ruin your shoes. Tonight was no exception, except you were watching “Poltergeist” on your new VHS tape player. Popcorn accompanied your left while your dog accompanied your right. Whenever you grew frightened, your dog would get up and lick your face.

“You’re so cute. Who’s a good puppy?” You’d tell your dog, petting it’s head.

A faint knocking sound came from your front door. Your parents weren’t home and you assumed it was for them, so you ignored it for a minute. The knocking got more startling as your movies got more scary, so you turned off your movie. The sound at the door persisted, but you were too scared to open it. Your dog started growling.

“Shh.. shh!! I’ll get it.” You told your dog.

As you got closer to the door, the knocking got louder, only carrying on at a faster pace. You were visibly shaking at this point, with the person at the door knocking violently mixed with the fear of the movie you were just watching. Eventually, you got to your door and unlocked it. You braced yourself for some crazy guy to be behind it as you opened it. Instead, you found your best friend, Micheal.

“Holy shit I’m so glad it was you knocking on my door and not some rando!” You joked, smiling at him. He was just looking at the steps to your front door. “Haha, am I right?” You joked, again. He didn’t respond. The rain carried on, getting his hair more wet than it already was. How long was he out in the rain?

“Michael?” You asked, taking his hand. You held his hand, but he didn’t hold yours back.

“Michael, are you okay?” You grew worried. He didn’t respond. At all. He just kept looking at the brick steps.

“Hey, just come inside, I don’t want you to get sick from the rain.” You stepped outside and put your hand on his back, escorting him inside, closing the door behind you.

He didn’t have anything on but a light grey tank top, jean shorts, and his signature foxy mask, tangled in his brunette hair. His clothes were absolutely soaked, his light grey tank turning into a dark grey color and his jean shorts turning to a dark blue. “I’ll be right back, I have to grab you a towel!” You called, going to the bathroom to grab a towel. What had happened to him? He was soaking wet, mute, and sad looking.

When you returned to him, he was in the same spot that you left him. “Here’s the towel I, uh, got you.” You wrapped the towel around him. For the first time since he came in your house, he looked you in the eyes. You smiled at him. “I’m going to get you some fresh clothes and something warm to drink! Please feel free to sit on the couch.” You put your hand on his back lightly and guided him to the couch. He returned to staring below him. Despite this, you shot him a smile while heading to your laundry room.

As you were shuffling through your family’s laundry to find dry clothes for Michael, thoughts flooded your mind. What could’ve dragged him down to this state?

Michael was definitely one of the happiest, most confident guys you’ve ever met. He was always showing off anything he could brag about, but it was all in good spirit. You knew he didn’t have the best home life, but could what he’s going through right now have anything to do with that?

You pulled out a pair of pajama pants and a black tank top and made your way back to Michael.

“Hey, I got you these-“ You paused yourself. His position changed from when you last saw him. He was now slouched over, holding his head up with his hands.

“Hey, Michael.” You sat next to him, putting your hand on his back and rubbing. “I’m here, you can talk to me.” You added. He stayed silent.

You kept rubbing his back. You could tell it was helping, his body was growing less tense. “I’m going to to make you hot chocolate, please change into these dry clothes.” You placed the clothes onto his lap.

When you returned, he was changed into the clothes you gave him. You handed him the mug of hot chocolate and sat next to him. You watched as he sipped the hot chocolate, examining his puffy eyes and red nose.

“Michael, what happened?” You asked.

“Y/n, I..” Michael spoke, being choked up mid sentence.

You started to examine his hands, his clothes, and eventually his shoes.

Oh.

There was blood on his shoes.

#fanfiction #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #michael afton #michael afton x reader #fnaf x reader #angst #bite of 83 #crying #i love michael so much #Spotify

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elijahs-wife · 3 years

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Okok so imagine a blurb with Bucky x reader with the prompt “Stop being grumpy, it’s lame.” Like 🥺 I love the one person is super happy and the other is grumpy dynamic!

ahhhhh i too am an absolute sucker for the 😠+🥰 dynamic!!! thank you for participating anon, i am sorry i took so long with this and i hope you're still around to see it!!

pairing: bucky barnes x female reader

wc: 1k

warnings: nothing but fluff and bucky being a lil grump i love him

a/n: pls consider reblogging if you like this bc it motivates me to write more!! also i wasnt going to tag people in this but,,, i actually really like this so i did it anyway lol if you would like, you can add yourself to my taglist here 😚

The music here is loud—you can almost see the glass in the sliding doors quake in its frame, vibrating to the rhythm of the bass. It’s not the type of thing you usually listen to, but it’s a New Year’s Eve party, and Tony Stark’s New Year’s Eve party at that. This is definitely not the place for Marina or Mitski. You don’t hate this music though—it’s easy to dance to, and you find yourself bopping your head to the beat automatically when you turn, in search of Bucky again. You’d designated him the seemingly simple task of getting you a drink from the bar, but that was around fifteen minutes ago, and with the one or two hundred people milling about, you couldn’t even catch a glimpse of him until you heard him call your name.

Both hands are occupied by drinks, making it exponentially harder for him to maneuver his way through the crowd. “Here’s yours,” he hands you your Cosmo, his own glass of amber liquid between leather-gloved fingers. You always hated whiskey—except for when you were tasting it on his lips—and the burn it brought to your throat, uncomfortable and lingering. You would much rather stick to your “girly” cocktails, fun and refreshing and fruity, slipping down your throat with ease when you take a small sip now.

“Thank you,” you grin at him, giving his cheek a quick peck. Usually that’s all it takes for the surly face to drop and be replaced by a dopey smile before he kisses you back, but tonight, he just takes a sip of his liquor instead. You know he doesn’t mean to be rude; he just gets uncomfortable with crowds sometimes. He’d been like this the entire night, withdrawn and grouchy, turning down your offer to dance—not that you’d really wanted to anyway, at least not to the dulcet tones of Major Lazor.

“Stop being grumpy, Barnes.” You knock shoulders with him playfully, to which he only rolls his eyes at you. “It’s lame.”

“I’m not being grumpy.”

“Oh yeah? You look like someone just licked the glaze off your doughnut.” Your teasing doesn’t seem to be doing much to lighten the mood, his face still sullen as ever.

“I’m not grumpy—”

“Baby,” you interrupt—that one word seems to soften him up a little bit— “I know a grumpy boyfriend when I see one, now tell me what’s wrong.” You gently squeeze his bicep over the thick material of his jacket and feel his muscles immediately loosen up at your touch, his shoulders visibly relaxing.

“Nothing, I’d just rather be at home. Too many people at this stupid party.” He takes another swig of his drink, with not even the slightest hint of a wince as he swallows. “And too many stupid men staring at my girl, too,” he adds, too quickly for it to be an afterthought.

Raising an eyebrow at him, you stifle the urge to laugh because the thought of wanting to be with anyone other than Bucky is exactly that—laughable. “Is that a hint of jealousy I detect?” you tease, moving in closer to him.

He lets a low grunt, not meeting your eyes and sheepishly shuffling from foot to foot. “Maybe just a hint.”

You can’t help but let out a little chuckle at that, taking his hand in yours, rubbing soothing circles at that strip of skin along his inner wrist that was left exposed by his gloves. It’s something you always do when he’s feeling anxious or stressed out. “Yeah, well. You know I’m all yours. Plus, it’s almost midnight, we can take off after that, I promise.” You pull his hand with yours, gesturing for him to follow you with a slight nod of your head. “Come on.”

“Where’re we going?”

“Outside.”

Beyond the sliding glass doors, the party is significantly muffled, but it’s fucking freezing out on the balcony, each breath turning into a cloud of mist in front of your face—you left your coat at the door and now you’re starting to shiver in your strappy satin dress. Bucky notices and doesn’t hesitate to shuck his jacket off, ever the gentleman, throwing it around your shoulders instead. You’re almost drowning in warm fabric that smells just like him, and you pull it tighter around yourself, allowing it to engulf you.

“Music?” you ask, pulling your phone out of your clutch. You’re on a high enough floor of the building that the sounds of the streets below are faint, and the sanctity of this balcony wasn’t disturbed too badly. You can play music you actually enjoy.

“Yes, as long as its not that,” he insists, pointing disdainfully towards the dancing crowd, and you giggle because sometimes, you forget just how much of an old man he can be. You set your phone down on the ledge, and Frank Sinatra starts to play. “Now this is more my speed,” he says, and with no warning he’s pulling you against his body, a hand around your waist and the other wrapped around your own—you yelp at the sudden motion, but it melts into laughter, as you let him dance you around the balcony. Warmth and spiced perfume radiate from him in waves, threatening to swallow you whole, and you gladly give in. It’s a perfect little moment, even though there are no stars above you in the dull, grey New York sky.

The street is getting noisier and so is the party, and when you listen closely you realize what for. “Buck, the countdown’s about to—”

“I don’t need a countdown, baby,” he whispers, and then his lips are crashing against yours, so soft and firm, gentle and rough at the same time. You barely register that you’re all of five seconds away from the new year. How can you care when whisky and cranberry are mixing against your tongue, so sweet and intoxicating—you think it might be your new favorite flavor. You have to stop yourself from protesting when he pulls away from you. “Happy new year.”

You're still in a daze, barely able to string a sentence together. “Happy new year, Bucky.” There’s a soaring sound nearby that distracts you, followed by a series of loud explosions—fireworks, red and gold and all the colors you can think of, scattering across the sky like glitter. And in that moment, when that childlike wonder flashes across his face, you see it in his eyes, an entire galaxy. There are your stars.

thank you for reading muah 🥰😚

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voidcat · 3 years

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—pink of the snow

Characters: Dazai Osamu/gn!reader

Genre & wc: fluf/comfort – 1.1k

a/n; Happy Valentine’s Day (again!!) this can be read separately but if anyone’s wondering this has a part 1 leading to this. The song mentioned is obviously Nobody by Mitski. Yes I’m ok I swear (I almost named this “Pink in The Night” I am rotting...) — part one

One afternoon, a knocking on your door though you’re not expecting anyone for the day.

Upon opening the door, the chill of the day barges in with a sudden little breeze but neither of these things are the source of the chill going up your spine.

And there stands Dazai Osamu, with a bottle of wine you can’t see the name of; yet from the looks of it, it’s one you’re positive he didn’t pay for.

“What better way to get warm on a chilly winter day than a glass of wine?” he says with a smile, ‘shared with someone’ hanging from his lips to finish his line.

With nothing else to do on your part and his determined posture on the other side, you sigh and stand aside. “Take off that stinky coat as you get inside.”

You can hear him complain behind you, mumbling about ‘what smell’ and ‘what’s it with people always telling him he smells?’, you decide to leave it at that, already entering the living room to sit by the window.

He comes several seconds later, sitting across you, the coat nowhere to be seen and the bottle still in his hand.

The name Petrus catches your eye, with an eyebrow rising, “I can put it in the drive and you can reveal to me how you found this address.”

“It was pure luck.” He hands out the bottle and you know he’s yelling the truth.

Dazai Osamu has many ways of obtaining intel but none of them for the home address of someone he already knows, and his looks alone tell you he found out out of the blue.

“Atsushi and I were investigating a rumor and he saw you by the door. I suppose you had earphones in because he calle do it your name but you just swayed in through the door.”

“And you decided showing up uninvited with a bottle of stolen quality wine?” You state more than ask.

“You could say that.” He replies with a shrug and one of those small smiles you like, “although it’s more borrowed than stolen.”

“I’ll make sure to tell the owner this was all your idea.”

And surprisingly, the rest, flies away like the day with Yosano, if not faster.

The light gentler than usual, the air calm, the wine tastes great and soon your fears of Chuuya –you have been informed that was his name— beaming through your ceiling gone with each sip you take.

So, what do you do when you’re alone with all the time in the world to yourself?, Dazai asks and you unlock your phone, hitting the shuffle button. A song starts building up, the lyrics contrasting the melody as usual, your cat glaring at him from your room and you find yourself laughing, clutching at your stomach whenever you meet his eyes.

He, Dazai, seems confused at first, until he follows your gaze, “You weren’t joking about the cat” his voice falters and ends up worsening your fit of laughter, face hurting, mouth desperately begging for a break.

Yet there’s something about their expressions that keeps you shedding tears of joy, you cannot recall the last time you cried if that, and you keep drinking and laughing and taking and watching him, as the light grows gentler, as it turns Golden and dances on his skin.

You think, maybe sunsets were made for him.

Any other winter day feels blank and stale, like food without spice or love in the process; bland and lacks taste, lacks a touch of personality, a sense of familiarity.

Yet here is today, as the day ends, it gains color, brought back to life in the dead of winter, the hue turned into something sweeter as Mitski comes on with honey in her voice and poison in her lyrics —though they don’t hurt for the first time in a while.

Pretending they’re about a regular life, or love, or something soft and known and lived is easier now in this very moment you find yourself in.

So you get up, your body commands, as another song begins, the glass still in your hand and you can hear Dazai complaining about a lyric.

“You heard her loud and clear; did its people want too much?” You say, taking a few steps away as you feel yourself floating away.

Taking a sip whenever you’re not singing, swaying or spinning, you can feel his eyes on your form moving.

It’s impressive how quick you’ve gone from converting to… whatever state the two of you are tangled in but it feels nice, you decide, and the sounds are welcome. You think, ‘What better way to dance your heart out to a song about loneliness than this very moment you’re wrapped in?’

The second verse begins and you go back and forth, back and forth and back and forth again. Throwing your head behind and drink what remains in your glass, you twirl your arms in the air and turn once.

Place the glass on the table and pull him by the wrist.

Back and forth and back and forth again, repeat and spin and soon he joins in following your cue, moving along to the sound and the melody and the air surrounding. Holding your hand above your head and making room for another spin for you, catching by the end and it feels natural somehow. Like you’ve danced many dances before, not only to this song but to countless more.

Face to face again and it’s slowed down, with limited movements, small and calculated, more swaying and the best rises, so does your energy, in sync and the sky pink.

Winter evenings, you recall, are the best when they’re painted in pastel shades of lavender and pink, soft and oozing, comforting and carrying a piece of spring. Snow begins again a little shy, as the song reaches an end and begins to fade away.

Your hand in Dazai’s, you’re not sure when that happened, and he leans in for a kiss, as a lonely snow flake rests against your window sill, beginning to melt as soon as it touched the surface that seems to carry the warmth of his lips.

“What was that for?” You ask, you think, you’re not quite certain if you’re spoken out loud or if you asked with your body.

“One good honest kiss.”

Dazai says as if it’s something so simple, in the open and easy to acquire, just like that, like a snapping of fingers.

The rest of the song echoes in your head after his words as the two of you lean into one another.

You suppose it is something so simple, in a pink night like tonight.

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youngestdaughtersyndrome · 2 years

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tagged by @twinnedpeaks (hiii salem love u <3<3<3) to put my music on shuffle and post the first 10 songs!!!

1.) sleep to dream- fiona apple

2.) lack of interest- p.h.f.

3.) leave me alone- new order

4.) seventeen- sharon van etten

5.) verbatim- mother mother

6.) becky- be your own PET

7.) boys don’t cry- the cure

8.) cop car- mitski

9.) hold on, we’re going home- drake

10.) tonight- ZAYN

tagging @zouisbreakup @amorphinelollipop @girlsatan @girlbossgreghirsch @exitwound @seravph @crackbabymp3 @drpeppher @fearofdrowning @girlwerewolf if you guys want to do it!!!!

#tag game #hollyws

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paigiepixels · 4 years

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I Bet on Losing Dogs - Lip Gallagher x Reader

You + Me - The Prince of the South Side, Lip Gallagher, falls in love with his best friend. This is their happy ever after. Chapter title is based on Mitski’s I Bet on Losing Dogs.

previous chapter ● also on wattpad

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“I feel really shitty about earlier,” Lip mumbled into my hair as we walked to his dorm.

“Don’t worry,” I shook my head, “I’ve all but forgotten about it, honestly. Watching someone get interrogated on drug charges will do that to you, I guess.”

“Please, stay tonight?” he asked as we reached his building.

A tiny chuckle left my lips, “Why the hell did you think I left the car? Your campus isn’t in the safest neighborhood but I know you can defend yourself, you don’t need me and my pepper spray walking you to your door like it’s the 1950’s and we just shared a milkshake at the diner.”

He opened the door for me as he shook his head. “Okay, okay.”

“What’s next, are you gonna wear my letterman jacket? Want me to take you to the point overlooking a small suburban town to make out in my dad’s car? Can I grope your A-cups over your cheerleading uniform while we kiss with no tongue? What’s that sound outside? Could it be an escapee from the local prison that lost his hand in that accident where they replaced it with a hook?”

“Alright, you got that out of your system yet or are you still workshopping your tight five?” Lip threw an arm around me in as the elevator doors closed.

“I could go a little longer.” I shrugged. “Baby boomers paid twelve dollars for their houses then ruined the economy for the rest of us, they deserve to be made fun of.” Lip just shook his head as he unlocked his dorm door.

I shrugged out of the large shirt I slipped on earlier that evening and shimmied out of my leggings.

“You know,” Lip eyed me up and down like I was a bottle of water in the middle of the desert, “it’s been well over twenty-four hours since we last had sex.” He quickly undressed.

Placing my hands on my hips, I played along, “Hm, I guess it has been.”

He wiggled his eyebrows and made his way over, placing his hands over mine. “Maybe we should, I don’t know, have some sex?”

“The beast with two backs?” I countered.

“Take a trip to pound town?”

“Butter my biscuit.”

“Mmmm, exactly,” he mumbled with a lick to his lips as he leaned into towards me.

I gripped my fingers into his curls and let his tongue explore the confines of my mouth while I leaned back onto the bed. One of Lip’s arms groped my ass while the other steadied him on the mattress. I pretzeled my legs around his waist, his mouth wandered from my own, to my neck, down to my décolletage and breasts, placing kisses along every inch he could. I mumbled some profanities as he slipped a hand under me to unhook my bra, I toed at his boxers, giving him the hint to even the playfield. Rapidly, he took off whatever remainders of clothes we both had on and reached into the nightstand for a condom. Before I knew it I was practically impaled by him, a gasp getting stuck in the very back of my throat. My eyes squeezed shut and my hands grasped at the skin on his back, surely leaving marks and scratches from my nails. The pace was steady tonight, not too fast nor too slow. He rocked back and forth into me in long, firm thrusts, satisfying his need to just be close to me.

I could tell by his mood tonight that this wasn’t just to get off, this was emotional, it was coming from somewhere deep down within him. Not like I could blame him, it’s been a rough few weeks. The way he buried his head into the crook of my neck, nuzzling into my hair and taking a long whiff. Sex was always personal for us, even a quickie with little to no eye contact was filled with emotion, but times like this were different, like everyone else on the planet had disappeared and the only reason we were still breathing was to have another second to be together.

Lip was hastily becoming undone, his breaths becoming sharper. He rubbed my clit with gentle force as I squeezed my eyes shut, he was trying to get us off at the same time. I bit my lower lip with a sharp canine and curled my toes as the dopamine exploded in my brain. He groaned and shuddered before collapsing onto me, placing kisses on my exposed neck.

“Fuck,” he mumbled while rolling over and removing the condom with a snap.

“When was the last time we went that long without fucking?” I wondered out loud.

“Can’t remember, my brain is goo,” he chuckled.

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I saw a half-naked Lip, town slung around his hips, walking down the hallway from the opposite end as I reached his door. A tall man in a hoodie was behind him, it took me a few seconds to realize it was Kevin.

“Hey, you two,” I shifted onto the balls of my feet as Lip unlocked his room.

“Uh, hi,” Lip said, tugging the towel around his waist a little tighter. Kev followed him inside, I blinked twice, wondering why he was here. “What’re you doing here?”

“I’m here to take you to Carl’s court thing, what is he doing here? Kev?”

“Uh, just crashing in an empty dorm while V stays at the house with the girls.”

“Huh,” I nodded. “No comment, I guess.”

“What about V?” Lip asked as he walked around the room getting ready.

“What about V?” Kev repeated. “I can’t think about that right now. She’s doing her thing, I’m doing my thing, it was her decision.”

I dropped my bag onto Lip’s unmade bed and sat next to it. “Don’t you think it’s worth it to give it another shot? You have kids, you’ve gotta at least try to work it out.”

Kev sighed and leaned his head against the wall, “I don’t know anymore, V was the one who started this whole mess and now she’s stopped talking to me about anything that isn’t baby.” His sentence stopped when he answered his ringing phone. “Well, duty calls. Rape Walker, at your service.”

I pursed my lips and widened my eyes at Lip, who mouthed Long story.

“I was gonna just take the L, you know,” Lip said as we walked hand-in-hand to the parking lot.

My shoulders shrugged, “I don’t mind taking you, I want to be there for Carl and Fiona. Mostly Fiona,” I chucked. “She’s gonna need it.”

“Can you actually imagine Carl getting in front of a judge and not incriminating himself for like, fourteen things he did this morning alone?”

“Your Honor,” I imitated the young teenager by putting on a lazy voice, “I swear the bailiff stuck that joint in my mouth before I got in here. That’s not mine-” I was stopped in my tracks by getting walked into by what felt like a brick wall wrapped in wool.

“I’m sorry-” Her face changed from an indifferent position when she looked up from the Blackberry in her hands. “Phillip, I’m sorry, I wasn’t quite looking where I was going,” she tucked her cellphone into the pocket of her expensive-looking jacket. “Have you spoken with Mr. Lorenzo from Financial Aid yet?”

“Uh, no, not yet,” Lip replied before gesturing at me with his free hand. “Professor Runyon, this is my girlfriend y/n. Professor Runyon teaches Critical Theory.”

“Nice to meet you,” I reached out and was met by a cashmere-covered hand to shake while staring at her striking face.

“Likewise,” her hand lingered after the shake, I pulled away. “Well, I have a class to get to, very nice to meet you, y/n. Phillip,” she nodded and continued to walk in the direction we were coming from.

“She seems nice, if not overly-perfumed,” I shrugged.

“Yeah, she hit on me yesterday,” Lip sighed as he grasped a hand firmly around my waist and ushered me to my car as quickly as possible.

“What?!”

“So, you’re dropping that class, right?” I all-but stated as we got in the car.

Lip shook his head, “I can’t. It’s the only one left and I need a full load.”

I squinted at him, “I don’t know, I’d say you were already full of something if you asked me.”

He blinked before replying, “I can’t compete with that, it’s a good one.”

Resting my forehead on the steering wheel, “I don’t want to be this demanding, controlling girlfriend. You know I hate that. I trust you, but,” I picked my head up and took a breath, Lip pushed a strewn hair off of my face, “I don’t trust other people. It’s a lot for me.”

“Hey, look at me…” he grasped my face between his hands as much as he could with the console between us. “Trust me, only me. That’s all there is to it. Believe me, I won’t do anything for you to worry about, ever. Alright?” I nodded. “Nope, not good enough for me. Gotta hear you say it.”

“Alright.”

“Okay, good.” He pulled my face closer with his hands still holding on and kissed the top of my head for at least a three-count. “Now, let’s get going to this damn hearing already.”

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We shuffled into the small courtroom and into stiff chairs with itchy upholstery. I settled in with Lip on my left, he leaned in towards V and muttered, “V, this thing with you and Kev, is it temporary?”

“What did he say when you asked him?”

“Uh, nothing,” Lip broke eye contact and looked towards the ground, feigning innocence and ending the conversation.

“All rise,” the bailiff announced. “The Circuit Court of Cook County is now in session. The honorable Judge Rita Gaither is presiding.”

Chuckie was up first, Sammi was sitting in the front row with bruises littering her face. His lawyer’s defense was that Chuckie is of barely functioning intellect, it was a miracle he could wipe his ass, et cetera. Of course, Sammi stood up and testified towards her son, calling Lip’s family “a den of wolves.”

I hardly recognized Carl when he came in after Chuckie’s sentencing. Fiona had dressed him to play the part - an old button-up of Lip’s, hand-me-down khakis, all topped off with a neatly combed head of hair and glasses from Patsy’s lost and found.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think he’s an upstanding young man,” Lip whispered.

V leaned in, resting her chin on a well-manicured hand, “Just like Ted Bundy.”

“Do you regret what you’ve done, Carl?”

“I did something really dumb that I shouldn’t have.” Fiona nodded along with his answer. “I trusted a fucking retard with a man’s job.” Uh oh. “Next time I move a bunch of drugs, I’ll be smarter.”

“If you want to go into my chambers and speak to me off the record, now is the time. Otherwise, you will end up in juvenile prison. Is that what you want?”

“Yes, please.” I could practically see the explosion going on inside Fiona’s head.

The judge sighed, “That’s not what I was hoping to hear.”

“I know what you were hoping to hear. If Your Honor would lose 20 pounds, I would consider tapping that.” Lip laughed into his shoulder, trying to hide his amusement.

“I think I've heard enough. I sentence you to the maximum of one year at the Illinois Department of Corrections Juvenile Justice Division. You're remanded to the custody of the Sheriff. This court is in recess.”

Fiona grabbed Carl by the arm and asked him what he was thinking, he was excited to go. It didn’t surprise me.

Once we left the building Ian and Lip separated from the group to go smoke, I caught up with them after a quick chat with V about her twins.

“How’s it hanging, boys?” I asked while stuffing my hands into my coat pockets to warm them up.

“Nothing, just bullshitting,” Lip grunted as he stood up from his crouching position next to Ian. He handed me the cigarette he was smoking to share. As I was mumbling a thanks Ian got off the bench and walked away without as much as a goodbye.

“The fuck’s his problem?” I asked, handing the cigarette back.

“He went to the clinic, he’s upset about the medication.”

“Of course he is,” I spat and Lip replied with a confused look. “You think I like taking birth control every day? No! But like clockwork, every morning, I open that little plastic round thingy and pop one, just so you can jizz inside of me.” I patted him on the shoulder for comfort. “Plus I got my anti-depressants and anti-anxieties, but those aren’t as annoying as taking a pill every day purely for sex purposes.”

“Wow, thank you for your sacrifice,” his voice was dripping in sarcasm.

I stole the cigarette back from him and replied after a puff, “You’re damn welcome.”

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I was reading on the small bed in Lip’s dorm when he came back from class, resting in just a large t-shirt and my underpants.

“Hey,” he flung his backpack onto the floor. I didn’t bother looking up from my book while I mumbled a greeting back. “You want a beer?”

“Nah, I’m good,” I replied.

Lip made his way over to the mini-fridge and opened it. “Uh, you stock my fridge?”

“Yeah, I got a couple of things while you were in class. Folded your clean laundry, too.”

After grabbing a beer Lip closed the fridge and sat down on the side of the bed. “Hey,” he placed a hand on my bare leg, I almost recoiled, his hand was freezing from being outside. “You don’t have to keep taking me places and getting me stuff.”

I placed my open book down on my chest, “What?”

“I know you’re going through stuff, you don’t have to be spending so much time doin’ shit for me.”

“Well, I like doing stuff for you, okay? It makes me feel like I’m doing something good.”

“Like we’re charity?”

I groaned and sat up onto my knees, “No, like, I love you, and I love your family, and helping you guys, like, makes me feel like I have a purpose. Like I’m part of the big family I always wanted.”

“…You’ve always been part of our family.”

“Do you not like it anymore when I do things for you?” I asked with a raised brow.

“No, no,” he shook his head, “I love that you love my family, but I’m just saying, even if you didn’t do these things, everyone would still love you. You don’t have to buy your way in.”

“Oh, I never bought my way in,” I chuckled, “I sucked my way in, s’more like it.”

Lip rolled his eyes at my corny joke, “You’re so dumb sometimes, you know that?”

“Yeah,” I nodded, pulling on the hem of his shirt. “Now get into bed and show me just how much you appreciate me buying you groceries and changing your sheets.”

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