#im overanalyzing aaaaa

[bldmnrises]

man, ray and hilary rly out here fueling my immense brainrot and lore development for the zora race and sidon as a whole. /lh /pos

[quijabored]

AAAAA I FORGOT TO ACTUALLY SAY THIS BUT I BINGED LIKE 7 EPISODES OF THE 4TH SEASON OF BSD AND I HAVE A LOT OF THINGS I NEED TO SAY THAT I FORGOT TO ACTUALLY SAY

Younger Odasaku please I love him

I MET NIKOLAI!! MY SON!! MY SILLY GUY!!! THE SKRUNKLY!!!

He shot like 3 people in a single episode and killed several more, BUT HES SO SILLY??? LIKE I ALREADY HAD AN IDEA OF HOW HE ACTED BUT DEAR GOD???

ALSO I MET THE HUNTING DOGS!! (I think thats what theyre called-)

JOUNO??? HES SO??? PRETTY????

I DONT KNOW HOW I FEEL ABOUT HIM YET BUT HE SEEMS COOL, SUSPICIONS WERE CORRECT

ALSO TETCHOU LOOKS AO PRETTY AND ETHERAL AND I LOVE HIM HE IS BEING ADDED TO THE BABYGIRL COLLECTION

FUKUCHI SEEMS SILLY TOO SO YIPPEE FOR NOW!!

AND TERUKO??? SHE SEEMS SO SILLY I LOVE HER SO MUCHHHHH AAAAAA I REALLY HOPE WE GET TO SEE MORE OF HER CUZ SHE JUST SEEMS SO SILLY??

Now I just have to hope no one becomes a character I absolutely despise :3

Aaaa speaking of which, FYODOR?? HELLO???

HES SUCH A BITCH I HATE THAT MAN, STUPID MINIPULATIVE SMART ASS MAN

(Hes at top 3 now, Akutagawas still my favorite but Fyodors very high up on my favorite. Would let that man skin me alive with a dull stick 🙏)

Man I love having like 14 favorite characters cuz that means if any of them die I can just focus on another favorite character :D

Unless it's Akutagawa I really hope he stays alive I'd have to mourn for like 3 weeks

ASAGIRIS GOT NOTHING ON ME, HE CAN KILL WHO HE WANTS BUT IM NOT RUNNING OUT OF FAVORITES THIS TIME (Traumatized from jjba legit all my favorites died in that show)

ALSO POES EXTREMELY GAY BRO FYM RIVAL YOU GUYS ARE DATING

Also I felt like Jouno and Tetchou were gonna be shipped because of the whole "I hate you the most in this organization" And I was right, so I'm trying to figure out which one I should adopt

On one hand Jounos silly and adorbs, BUT TETCHOUS JUST SO PRETTY AND I LOVE THE LITTLE HEARTS/TRIANGLES/SHAPE THINGS BY HIS EYES AND AHDAKDSJD HES JUST SO PRETTYYYY

I KNOW FOR A FACT IM ADOPTING TEROKU SHES MY DAUGHTER AND I LOVE HER

ALSO THE WAY CHUUYA CAME BY IN THE HELICOPTER WITH THAT TWINK ASS POSE LIKE??? AGHHHH CHUUYAAAAAA

Also Nikolai saying Fyodor was the only one who understood him?? Sounds kinda gay bird boy 🤨🤨🤨

I do really like his analogies with birds though, they make me go yippee

ALSO I KNEW POE WAS RICH BUT I DIDNT KNOW HE WAS THAT RICH DEAR GOD

Also quick question do I get more content to froth at the mouth for when Fyolai?? Or am I gonna have to overanalyze every sentence and sound delusional?

[ser-rctslcyer]

Better hold on tight cause here I go rambling hard:

"Fan? Like a regular fan? Psh, nah, I am your biggest mega-fan in the history of fans. Ever." Your finger is back, this time punctuating your words with an almost rough poke into his chest with every one. You tilt your head back to the quickly darkening sky, yelling out into the open air. "I am officially with the band."

A loud laugh shakes its way free from Eddie’s chest, hands on his knees as he doubles over to keep standing with the force of it. It’s a ground-shaking thunder kind of laugh and warm pride blooms in your chest at the sight of him. Eddie straightens up finally, pulling the lapels of his leather jacket that rests over your shoulders until you’re pressed into his chest and he can wrap his arms around you.

I am dying inside with how fucking cute this all is-- just chilling with Eddie before his concert is something that could be so personal to me.  Like all the cuteness in these first several paragraphs is just immaculate. Just the two of you being so relaxed and deeply caring of one another is so freaking sweet to read!!!

He pulls away to give you a once over, wearing his jacket and matching eyeliner that you’d insisted on doing for the both of you. You even have one of his rings hanging from a chain around your neck, along with the silver copy of his house key he’d given you. He’s content to live in this ocean you’ve built around him, every look at you raising the sea level until one day he’s sure it will finally drag him down for good

MATCHING EYELINER!!! MATCHING EYELINER!!! EZRA ARE YOU TRYING TO FUCKING KILL ME BRO!!! ARE YOU TRYING TO MUDER ME!!! NOT ONLY AM I WEARING MATCHING EYELINER WITH HIM, I HAVE ONE OF HIS RINGS ON A NECKLACE AROUND MY NECK!!! IM IN HIS JACKET TOO!!!  AAAAAAAAAAA I CAN TOTALLY SEE EDDIE SHARING ANY BIT OF CLOTHING WITH YOU CAUSE HE’S JUST A PUPPY!!! LIKE YEAH HE LOVES SEEING YOU IN HIS CLOTHES (besides the horny reasons) BUT ALSO IT MAKES HE FEEL REALLY FUCKING GOOD!!! LIKE IT PROBABLY GIVES HIM MAYBE A DOMESTIC SORTA FEEL AND HES OF COURSE HES LIKE “my favorite person, in my favorite clothes” AND HE JUST MELTS!!! IT MAKES HIM EXCITED AND HES THE HAPPIEST BEAN SEEING YOU IN THEM!!!!

“This last one I wrote a couple months ago, Sleeping Siren.” 

Thought you could get me buddy but here I am overanalyzing... again. I absolute adore you coming up with this song title, as it captures everything about this fic. We all know the story of sirens, how they sing to lure their prey in-- similar to how Eddie has fallen for the reader who keeps falling asleep at his trailer. Every moment he gets to spend with them in his trailer, sleeping, he falls harder and harder; slipping deeper in love and voicing it through his actions mainly. And yet also, reader falls harder for Eddie because he is kind and understanding-- he doesn’t push them away, inviting them to also fall in love. I think either way, the siren analogy works for both of them because they draw each other in, mutually. 

In conclusion: this is on brand as fuck for eddie and i love that you included this. 

“Then go to sleep sweetheart, I’ll wake you up when we get home.” Home. It sounds so lovely when he says it like that. His home, your home, they have started to become synonymous. The sentiment is cozy enough to send you spiraling further into your tiredness, eyes closed as you drift off in the calm quiet of his van. Eddie keeps his promise, letting you sleep until you both get home and holding your hand the entire drive.

WHEN. WE. GET. HOME.  THIS LAST PARAGRAPH HAS MADE ME LOSE MY FUCKING MIND AAAAA LIKE TRULY THE TRAILER IS THEIR HOME AND ITS THEIR SPOT TO JUST BE FREE AND NOT WORRIED ABOUT EVERYTHING ELSE OUTSIDE!!! ITS THEIR PLACE TO JUST BE THEM AND BE HAPPY AND I LOVE IT!!!!

This series has definitely been a big ultra feel good mood and I love it. The way Eddie and Reader interact makes me so damn happy!!!! I am excited to see the conclusion of this series because I know it’s about to be the cutest thing ever!!!

not if it's you || part five

eddie munson x gender neutral reader

summary: eddie takes you to one of his bands shows

words: 1.4k

warnings: mentions of alcohol and being in a bar, no gendered pronouns or description

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gif credit: @stevesbipanic

this is our last reader falls asleep first in this 5 + 1 so without further ado

"Did you know," you wave your finger into his face to help make your point as he moves around you to load his gear into the back of his van. "That you are my all-time best friend and favorite person all wrapped up into one?"

You bounce back and forth on the snow covered ground beside him in excitement, which was apparently your new state of being since he had first invited you to his show late last week. Laying in his bed passing a joint back and forth, his hands had lingered on yours as he asked. The early morning sun glowing through the windows and onto your faces, lighting up the ever present twinkle in his eyes. He still remembers the way your face had lit up, your mouth dropping open and the excruciatingly cute way you’d gasped and said ‘Me?’ as if he could be talking to anyone else.

"I had an idea, but it's always nice to know a man's got fans." Eddie lifts his amp up, shoving it into the back of his van and turning to grab his guitar from where the case hangs off your shoulder. He finishes loading his gear, leaning over to strap it all in before turning back to see you. 

"Fan? Like a regular fan? Psh, nah, I am your biggest mega-fan in the history of fans. Ever." Your finger is back, this time punctuating your words with an almost rough poke into his chest with every one. You tilt your head back to the quickly darkening sky, yelling out into the open air. "I am officially with the band."

A loud laugh shakes its way free from Eddie’s chest, hands on his knees as he doubles over to keep standing with the force of it. It’s a ground-shaking thunder kind of laugh and warm pride blooms in your chest at the sight of him. Eddie straightens up finally, pulling the lapels of his leather jacket that rests over your shoulders until you’re pressed into his chest and he can wrap his arms around you. 

“Well mega-fan, I hope you're ready to do some mega-cheering and throw your imaginary mega-bra onto the stage.” He breathes the words into your hair, squeezing you tightly when your own arms wrap around his middle to keep him from pulling back too soon.

“Shit, I think I packed my imaginary mega-bra in my other jacket,” your words are muffled in his shirt, breathing in the scent of his cologne and the weed smell that never really goes away. Eddie laughs again, leaning his head down and squeezing you one more time before letting you go. 

He pulls away to give you a once over, wearing his jacket and matching eyeliner that you’d insisted on doing for the both of you. You even have one of his rings hanging from a chain around your neck, along with the silver copy of his house key he’d given you. He’s content to live in this ocean you’ve built around him, every look at you raising the sea level until one day he’s sure it will finally drag him down for good. 

Eddie grabs your door for you with a bow, hand sweeping out in the gesture. He passes a small box of tapes into your lap with a crooked grin. “You’re my best friend too, so I’ll even let you pick the music.”

His long fingers drum against the wheel as he drives, bobbing his head to the music. After a few songs you start to see along under your breath and Eddie turns, reaching out to grab your hand and loudly sing into it like it’s a microphone. It’s a long drive to the venue, even without stopping to pick up his bandmates for once you’re both in the car for over an hour listening to music with the windows down, screaming the lyrics while Eddie smoked. 

All your energy morphs into pre-concert jitters as you watch Eddie and his bandmates set the stage, the lights are all low except for the reds and blues that paint the stage. Eddie looks ethereal under them when he turns to glance at you, sending a grin across the stage to where you’re standing. A shiver runs down your spine that you’re pretty sure you aren’t able to blame on the alcohol in your cup, or the chill of the ice that runs condensation down the side. It’s all him, glowing in the lights and his smile. 

The general chatter of the room lulls as Eddie steps up to the mic, he brushes some of his hair out of his face and opens his mouth to speak. All of your nerves jump into your throat and for a moment you forget to breathe. Too caught up in Eddie to do anything but watch on in awe. 

“Thanks for coming out tonight. We are Corroded Coffin. We’ve got a bit of a special show tonight, our biggest mega-fan out in the crowd tonight, so this is for them.” Eddie locks eyes with you, throwing a wink in your direction before stepping back and playing his first chord. The sudden heat in your cheeks and the way your heart beats into your ribs are yet even more things that can’t be blamed on anything other than Eddie Munson. 

The concert blurs together, song after amazing song, Eddie’s playful grin and screaming the only real thing you remember by the end of the night. You were able to pick out a few songs from ones he’s played you in the past, even more ones that you’ve overheard him humming to himself or practicing in his room. And then there was one; completely new and entirely your favorite. Eddie had stepped back up, cheeks flushed and skin shining. His voice was low when he spoke.

“This last one I wrote a couple months ago, Sleeping Siren.” 

Eddie had looked everywhere but at you, but the implication was clear. It felt like the whole world had faded away, no longer in a sweaty seedy bar, no longer in a crowd; just you and him as he sang a song he had written for you. 

You’re not sure you’ve ever cheered louder, voice raspy in the aftermath despite the water bottle Eddie pushes into your hand once he hears you.

“That. Was. Amazing.” Your hands grab onto Eddie’s shoulders, yanking him into you. He’s covered in sweat, having discarded his vest halfway through the show when it got too hot with all of the packed bodies in the bar. “Color me impressed Munson.”

“I expect nothing less of a mega-fan,” Eddie laughs, arms wrapping around your waist. He tucks his nose into its usual spot in your hair, leaning further down until he can rest his entire face in the crook of your shoulder. 

You help him and his bandmates take down the set, sluggish as the late hour starts to catch up to you. Eddie bids his friends goodnight with a wave, arm slung around you as you both walk out into the cool night. There’s still a blanket of snow on almost everything you can see, less so now that it all has started to melt, spring slowly blooming all around you. 

The drive home is more muted, passing under streetlights every few hundred feet as you stare at Eddie. His face lights up under every one, his eyes focused on the road in front of him, sneaking glances at you when you aren’t looking. You’re filled with so much gratitude that he shared this with you, invited you to see this part of him. 

“So, did you have fun?” He finally asks twenty minutes into the ride. 

You hum thoughtfully, kicking your feet onto his dashboard and leaning back. You cover your mouth as you yawn before answering. “Yeah, Eddie that was fucking insane.”

Eddie turns to look at you again, catching the way your eyelids have already started to droop. You had mentioned not getting good sleep the night before– it being one of those nights that you actually spent at your own home. Though those seem to happen less and less as time goes on. 

“Tired sweetheart?” Eddie coos, one hand reaching out to grab onto yours. He pulls your hand up to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles. Even half asleep your stomach swoops out from under you. You yawn again, this time even bigger and squeeze his hand. 

“Yeah, ‘m sleepy.” 

“Then go to sleep sweetheart, I’ll wake you up when we get home.”  Home. It sounds so lovely when he says it like that. His home, your home, they have started to become synonymous. The sentiment is cozy enough to send you spiraling further into your tiredness, eyes closed as you drift off in the calm quiet of his van. Eddie keeps his promise, letting you sleep until you both get home and holding your hand the entire drive.

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[fuckyeahasexual]

im aroace but like? confused now? i keep thinking about going into school and getting asked out (since homecoming + dance is usually in the first month or so) and i keep overanalyzing my possible reactions (which so far have ranged from "ew- i mean ew dances not ew you" to just accepting to avoid the awkward and probably making it more awkward since i hate dances) and it makes me nervous that i'm doing this at all since it won't happen (everyone there avoids or ignores me XD) but aaaaa

just “I don’t really like dances” makes you sound kind of cool and mysterious… Who Are They? Dancing alone in their room to Africa by Toto homecoming night, you know that much.