#OR how would y'all end it 🫢 let me know!!!!!!!!!!!!

[ssahotchnerr]

I had a dream about this scenario last night and I don’t think I’ve seen anything like this. Aaron’s fiancé is currently in law school but she mostly has done everything online. Recently she’s had to start attending classes and her teacher has been making her extremely uncomfortable. He got access to her phone number and texts her all hours of the night. Leaves notes on her assignments asking her to dinner etc. she doesn’t want to worry Aaron cause he has so much on his plate anyway so she ask Morgan to go have a talk with the teacher to scare him off. But it turns into more of an obsession and Aaron has to get involved.

holy shit you literally had a full on movie going on in that dream and it's literal perfection cw; creepy guy yuck

it starts out with lingering stares. the prof's gaze would remain on you far too long, even after you finished speaking if you were to talk aloud, and another student was adding their input. you brush it off, tell yourself you're probably overreacting, but without fail, there's always that sickening feeling pooling in your stomach.

at first, you're seated in the front - you've always been that kind of student - better access to the board, quick to ask questions, etc., just very involved in class. but as you're seated in the front, you catch him staring at your legs, he moves closer to you during the lecture, not so subtly glancing at your chest, calls on you even if your hand isn't raised.

the more uncomfortable you get, you talk less, rarely participate, you choose to sit in the back, and that's when he starts leaving notes on your assignments - telling you how attractive you are, how you're the most extraordinary student he's had, asking you to coffee or dinner. you try your hardest to ignore it, telling yourself you just need to get through the semester. you even went to your academic advisor to see if you could potentially drop the class, but it's a needed credit. and at this point, you're already a bit into the semester, so you might as well finish it off. not only is it all incredibly disgusting, it's disheartening too. you were so looking forward to attending in-person classes after being strictly online, and now you wish you would've stuck to that.

aaron, of course, is quick to notice a change too. you don't talk about the class over dinner like you used to, ask for his expertise when it comes to difficult assignments. you're quick to change the subject if it's brought up - you honestly avoid the topic altogether. aaron knows something's going on, he provides his support in different ways to show he's there for you - making you your coffee in the morning, packing you a lunch, leaving a note with it. (omg imagine the professor finding aaron's note to you - it accidentally slipped out of your bag and he's just outraged 🫢)

when you go to morgan, shock and disgust covers his face and he starts rattling off questions - how long has this been going on, have you reported him, have you told aaron?!?!?!!? and when you tell him no, tears are just rolling down your cheeks - and it's actually the first you've cried over this whole situation, you've been holding up a strong front until now. :(( derek pulls you into a tight hug, tells you he'll do what he can, and also strongly encourages you to tell aaron. he's all, "he's your man, he'll want to know" 🥺

and ohhh when aaron finds out - furious is an understatement. you tell him the whole story from the beginning, you show him the notes that the prof has left you, and he's immediately in protective mode. and despite how upset he is, he's still so gentle and he feels so bad you've been going through this, alone at that :(((( his voice is all soft as he brushes your tears away, "sweetheart 🥺 you could've told me" and pulls you safely into his arms. you explain how you figured you'd just suck it up, didn't want to bother him, and aaron just gently shushes you, tells you okay, he understands, but please never hesitate to come to him if there's something going on :(

aaron then tells you that he's going to put a stop to this, he'll make sure of it. he calls the school, sends a Very Scary and Very FBI letter. and that prof gets fired yay!!!! and actaully, he does have a criminal record of stalking and being a creep. but with that new free time 🫢 that only means he has more time to look into you ...

[delopsia]

darling del 💐💃

have you ever thought about incorporating rendezvous with toys into stories with the trio? a remote or app controlled vibrator with reader, are rhett and robby both controlling it? whose idea was it? i suspect rhett but who knows maybe robby just came back from deployment and was like “hi honey pies...” 😉 omfg maybe both reader AND rhett with toys in while robby controls them? wait i don’t know if rhett could function in public with a toy in... maybe they just keep that to home? and then they could really put him through the ringer 🫢 do robby and reader ever slick up a toy and just let it go inside rhett and sit back and watch their cowboy’s eyes roll all the way back while he cums untouched—or wait is he too sensitive for that? i feel low key feel like he’d actually pass out if reader ran a vibrator over the head of his cock while robby was fucking him... 🤔

*COUGH* does robby ever play with any toys himself with or without his partners?

SLIGHTLY UNRELATED BUT STILL VERY IMPORTANT QUESTION: has reader ever laid rhett and robby down in the same night like (slightly, because cleaning up and aftercare, etc, of course) one after the other? do the two of them have differing dildo preferences for when they want do get fucked?

*whispers* what a weird question to end on but please if this is not what you meant by blurb right now then just ignore; i have the occasional sauce-thought about these three but i never know if, when you say “blurb thoughts please, y’all...” 😌 you mean any blurb thoughts or like, nonsexual character lore blurb thoughts...

omg omg hello lovely! 🌷I'm open to all of the blurb themes, sexual and nonsexual alike, whatever y'all wanna throw at me😔✌

Coincidentally, it works as good practice for me lmao. I'm trying to get better at jumping from theme to theme (so, like, finishing a borderline heart-wrenching blurb to hopping right into one that's going to have the Tumblr overlords striking me down with a mature rating)

waaaah okay, I have more thoughts than I can type 💃

Hear me out; I see your Robby just came back from deployment, and I raise you, Robby leaving for deployment.

His biggest curse with being on that ship is how difficult it can be to find a quiet place to engage in all the playful dirty talk; most of the time, he winds up in the corner of a bathroom stall, headphones snug around his ears, forced to be completely and utterly quiet while Rhett and Reader torment him. Pictures, videos, phone/video calls.

"D'you like the show, Bobby?" Rhett's purring, peering over his shoulder with that darkened gaze, seems to look directly through the camera and into Bob's eyes. Fuck the things he would do to squeeze that cowboy's pretty pale thighs.

The idea hits him about two weeks before his next deployment, brought on while he was shopping around for a replacement strap-on harness. The current one is cute, but lately, it's been leaving some painful indentations on the Reader's hips, and he's on the hunt for something that'll fit nicer. But there, on the front page, is an ad for an app-controlled vibrator, and an idea strikes him.

A few days later, a box is showing up at the door. Whilst Rhett and Reader are asleep, he sets them up on his phone. Runs through the usual deep cleaning and testing to make sure they work before tucking them into the toy stash. Doesn't really mention it until he's officially on the plane, typing out a quick, half-thought-out text.

Left you two a surprise in the toy box :)

It's a couple of weeks before he gets time to use them. It's hard to catch each other when they both have the time and are in the mood. But sooner or later, Bob's found himself in the corner of another bathroom stall, chewing on his bottom lip as he presses a little button on his phone. Knees weakening at the way Rhett's head tips back to thump against the pillow, lips parted with a whine. Has the worst damn time trying to switch to control the Reader's toy; doesn't think it worked until he hears a gasp and watches the camera shake in their hand.

Fuck Bob never lasts longer than a few minutes.

They forget to turn one of them off one night, and Bob jokingly presses a command to see what happens.

Rhett's never been so afraid of a goddamn vibrating box in his life.

It's figured out pretty quickly that Rhett can't function in public with a toy in. He's already bad at most social interactions; a slight brush against his crotch is enough to have him floundering. Quite unfortunate for the exhibitionist kink that's been brewing in him these past couple of years, but they do play around with him around the property. With the house being secluded in the woods, a decent ways away from the nearest neighbor, it's pretty easy for Rhett to wander out back to do some work with a toy in.

Sometimes he does it because he likes the fullness of it, others he's deliberately hoping that Reader or Robby will notice he's got it in. More than once he's found himself braced against that old Oak tree, grunting into the crook of his elbow as Bobby fucks him for all he's worth. And more than once he's wandered into the house, grumbling because nobody caught on to what he wanted, squirming into the Reader's lap and outright begging them to let him ride their strap.

Robby and Reader absolutely could just slick up a toy and let it go inside of their pretty little cowboy, but he's so, so fussy! They've spoiled him, and he's absolutely rotten! He's addicted to the closeness that comes with having them inside of him, thighs against his, holding him for leverage and touching all over. Just a toy is enough to get him off, but he doesn't enjoy it as much if that...makes sense.

He wants the person attached to the dick as much as he wants the dick inside of him.

But he can and will cum untouched with one of them inside of him. They tried cock warming with him once; didn't end well.

Ughhh Rhett would absolutely combust if Reader ran a vibrator over the head of his cock while Robby was fucking him :( The poor thing is so easy to overstimulate, reduced to shivering muscles and teary eyes with a few little tricks. It's so common for him to bury his face in the Reader's belly while Robby's taking him from behind or to snuggle into the crook of the Reader's neck while they fuck him missionary, stifling his little noises and hiding the tears brewing.

Omg omg yes, Robby absolutely plays with toys on himself, too. Maybe not at the frequency of Rhett and Reader, but fuck, he looooooves those small prostate massagers 🤤 it’s one of his favorite toys. He especially loves them when it’s just himself because it’s not quite as good as having an actual strap/cock in him, but he won’t pass up an opportunity to play with them. Though Rhett has recently gotten him hooked on letting them use masturbation sleeves on him.

The Reader has absolutely laid them both down on the same night!! It’s an entire excursion on its own, a lot of work and cleaning and setting up, but Rhett and Bobby are pretty good at kissing up on the other and opening each other up to take the workload off of the Reader. Rhett’s almost always first because he usually gets so turned on from seeing Bob get fucked that he’ll cum from the slightest thing. Really likes getting taken apart first and then getting to have a little show of Bobby dissolving into a puddle of whimpers and cries after the fact.

Bob's got a preference for average/smaller dildos; Rhett's cock is about as much as he can handle, and as wonderfully built as that cowboy is, he's not too fond of the post-sex soreness that comes with it. Something around six inches with a very, very typical girth is enough to make him happy.

Rhett is a goddamn size queen who isn't happy until he's limping the next day. It's so easy to tell his toys apart from Bobby's because they're so much bigger in every sense of the form. Longer, thicker, around eight or nine inches. There's a singular ten-inch toy that comes out to play every once in a blue moon, but he's got to be in a particularly whorish headspace for that one.

The both of them have recently discovered the joy of plugs, for after everything is said and done. Rhett's just a heathen that wants to keep Bob's cum and/or the Reader's cum lube inside of himself for a while, but Bob enjoys the extra minutes of fullness. It really helps him adjust back to the crippling emptiness that comes with having Rhett/the Reader pull out of him.

In the buying process, Rhett's vague requirements were no tails (Bob's been trying to sell Rhett and Reader on bunny tail ones for years. (double parentheses. It's because he already bought them. They're still hiding in the closet, in the packaging that they came in.)) and nothing glittery

...and he really should have been more specific because now he's got a cutesy little plug with a pink heart.

But that's okay because Bob fucked around, and now he's wound up with one that's modeled to look like one of those Valentine's candy hearts.

This is why the Reader is usually left in charge of buying.

Aftercare-wise, they're both relatively simple to deal with; Bob wants cuddles and a small snack to share (he will die defending his Ice-Cream Tastes Better Post-Sex argument), and Rhett just wants some head scratches and a long nap with his partners. It's so common for them to grow clingy, both toward each other and toward the Reader. Constant affection, sweetly spoken words, and kisses.

Which is exactly why the bathtub is so big in the house! All of them are too sore to stand, and nobody wants to be left out of the bubble bath! Someone's gotta set an alarm, though, because if you're not careful, it's easy to wind up spending a few hours in there on accident.

And it's anyone's guess if the boys are going to get hit with a second wind and pounce on the Reader or not💛

Again with me getting carried away oh my god

[the-sara-serenade-p]

Good day, everyone!

In today's blog, let me talk about a legend of the rap. The well-known Eminem.

(I notice someone already talked about him in their blog🥲, but I will focus on other aspects maybe)

He started his career as SlimShady (because he was small and slim, so not very imposing physically), in around 1996, and he tried to make his place in the rap game by mostly being provocative. With, for example, the song 'Under the influence' who starts with the lyrics,

"Hem-de-le-le-ne-miah-nuf-niah, ne-nish-ne-ne

(Translation)

So you can suck my d*🫢*k if you don't like my shit."

Or simply the song 'The Real Slim Shady' where he will make mention of other artists like Christina Aguilera, not in a very nice way though.

The Slim Shady era was the generation of our parents (at least mine), but we can note the fact that this era, which was the most famous one, came back in our generation (the today's younger generation, genz). This supports in a way how it never gets old, how it's intemporal, and how he succeeds in becoming a legend of the rap US, because everyone knows 'Rap God', 'The Real Slim Shady' (2:18") or even 'without me' where he says, "But no matter how many fish in the sea, it'd be so empty without me.".

Later on, around 2002, he revendicate more about social struggles and differences. He also played in the movie '8 Mile,' which gives him more legitimacy. With his music, 'lose yourself' or also 'mockingbird'. This shows that the music genre hip-hop is more something about the social experiences you had and how it goes beyond skin colour; it shows that everyone, no matter what you look like, can go through rough times. In the other way around, a great figure of that would be the movie 'Green Book' about the life of a great pianist and composer, Don Shirley, in the 1960s.

Now, he came back as a more soft figure than the one of Slim Shady, mostly because he is a father and a grandfather. With his new album 'Death of Slim Shady' or even his latest song 'temporary'.

And with also three months ago his masterclass of the song 'Fuel' with the mention of P. Diddy.

"I suggest they (what?)

Do not test like an essay (why?)

'Cause like where my homies out West stay (yeah)

We can just say (what?)

I'm like a R-A-P-E-R (yeah)

Got so many S-As (S-As), S-As (huh)

Wait, he didn't just spell the word, "Rapper" and leave out a P, did he? (Yep)

R.I.P., rest in peace, Biggie

And Pac, both of y'all should be living (yep)

But I ain't tryna beef with him (nope)

'Cause he might put a hit on me like , "Keefe D, get him"

And that's the only way you're gonna be killing me (nah)"

That will be it about Eminem, who popularised hip-hop inside the middle and upper classes in the United States.

Thank you for reading until the end, and have a nice weekend. 👋

[whataboutbibi]

OK I HAVE ONE THING TO SAY: they're so couple coded already, it's insane *drops mic*

"They’re an interesting group of friends, you’ll admit. Interesting in the sense that you swear they could be a part of some sitcom with how funny and unpredictable their conversations and interactions are." the way you managed to write perfectly the fruity four dynamic? It would made complete sense to me if the duffer's brothers themselves wrote the karaoke scenes (except you put them to shame with this one🤭)

"Eddie’s arm is draped across the back of your chair, heat pouring from him and seeping all around to wrap you up in an Eddie-scented bubble— it’s nicer than you’d care or like to admit." ARGH they're making it so hard for me I swear

“But,” He raises a finger over his glass, “Robin and Nancy are dating now.” Your eyebrows raise at the full circle of events, but you nod as your suspicions are finally confirmed." YAY we love some ronance representation!!

"Eddie leans closer, voice dropping to a lower volume, “But at this rate, it’s safe to say Nancy’s playing third wheel for Steve and Rob since they practically share one brain cell.” HAHA I MISS ROBIN AND STEVE THE CHAOTIC DUO SM

"And although you wish Eddie and you had been able to finish your discussion without the abrupt interruption, you find yourself growing fond of this shade of Eddie— sure, you’ve seen him having fun and being unapologetically himself with Gareth and Jeff and even on stage, but this side of Eddie is softer— kinder, brighter— homey." I'M TELLING YOU, that's the best version of Eddie. happy Eddie with his old friends. Soft Eddie 🫶🏻

"You realize as you watch him singing his heart out to some mainstream pop song that Steve somehow talked him into doing. You’re more surprised that Eddie knows the lyrics" I KNEW IT, the guy HAD to be hiding something 🫢

NOT BIRDIE PULLING A STEVIE NICKS TO WARN EDDIE OUT, she's an icon y'all she's iconic.

"That was cruel princess" thanks, it was meant to be 💗

"I've seen worst"

"Eddie shrugs with a small smirk, “I can multitask.” her deciding to not let him in by the end- she has to be one of god's stronger soldiers I swear ✋🏻

YOU COULD NEVER GO WRONG WITH CHASE ATLANTIC ah yesss 23 describes then perfectly, I loved it

She asked him to be honest then he told her how he feels in the language he knows the best: music. yep, we all deserve a musician lover- also, in my world Eddie wrote sabbra cadabra (specially the Metallica version, ofc) about reader bc it's so them coded and will believe innit bc it suits me 🙆🏻‍♀️

"And in your dreams, you meet Eddie, and for the split second you have with him there, everything is perfect— and by the time you wake up, the ticking time bomb to make your choice is now louder than it’s ever been before." TIC TAC 😩 can't believe we're already reaching the end, they must be UPSET about how much time they "lost" but it doesn't matter cause they surely gonna have the rest of their lives together to make up for it right? RIGHT?

ANWAYS STINK, LOVED loved this part, by far one of my favs from the whole series! You did such a great job, and as usual I'll be waiting for next part. kiss kiss

PRICE OF FAME (PART 10/?)

helloooo, here are these two messy cuties once again, i hope you enjoyyy

18+ — MINORS DNI

pairing: rockstar!eddie x journalist!reader

summary: time is almost up but who could deny a good karaoke session?

contains: enemies to lovers trope, alcohol consumption, mentions of drug use, sexual themes, slight angst, those awkward/cringey scenes where they're singing (i apologize in advance), and lots of mixed feelings <3

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song inspo for this chappy hehe:

Steve and Robin love karaoke. 

Nancy had warned you that the friendly pair practically fiend for a good karaoke sesh, but you hadn’t expected them to be as enthusiastic as they turned out to be.

For some odd reason, the city seems less busy today, so you, Eddie, and Eddie's friends can take up as much room as you’d like on the sidewalk. 

In front of you, Robin and Steve are seriously debating what the first song on the queue will be. Walking just a few paces behind them is Nancy, who’s quietly taking in the city's bright lights; and next to you, palm burning a hole through your hand with his addicting touch, is Eddie.

It’s stupid, you think. The way Eddie has seen you stripped down and bare, whining and quivering for him at what could arguably be your most vulnerable state, yet you still find your heart racing 100 miles a minute with this soft gesture of holding hands.

Sure, you’ve held his hand before, but not for this long. Not in public when it’s not the heat of the moment and you’re simply walking around. It’s weird and new, and it makes your stomach twist in a good way, but fuck— you chicken out when Robin and Steve turn to face you, Nancy, and Eddie.

“Steve wants to start karaoke with Queen— like any karaoke amateur would.” Robin huffs as Steve rolls his eyes. You slip your hand from Eddie’s hold before either of them can clock the gesture, and you avoid looking at Eddie when he clears his throat.

“Because it’s the perfect opener!” Steve stresses. “Everybody always does, Queen, Steve! Plus, I’m not even sure I can physically pull through with how long their songs are.” Robin argues. 

Steve’s jaw dropped as if Robin had just said the most foul thing he’d ever heard, “Their songs are not that long. And even if they are, they’re fucking amazing, so what’s your point.” “My point is we’re not starting the night with Queen.”

They’re an interesting group of friends, you’ll admit. Interesting in the sense that you swear they could be a part of some sitcom with how funny and unpredictable their conversations and interactions are.

By the time you reach the karaoke bar, Steve and Robin have an entire list of songs mentally queued up, and they make a beeline to the DJ operating the music as you and Nancy snag a table towards the middle of the room. The bar is to one side of the room while the stage is at the front, and the DJ booth is at the back; the rest of the room is full of tables where people chatter, laugh over drinks, and sing along with whoever is currently doing their performance. Eddie had split off to get drinks the second you entered the bar, so it’s just you and Nancy as you settle at the wooden table.

“Are you going to sing?” Nancy questions from the other side of the table. You pull a face, shrugging your shoulders up to your ears, “I’m not sure, maybe once I get a few drinks in me. How about you?” Nancy softly laughs with a playful roll of her eyes, “Unfortunately, I doubt Robin will let me escape this one.”

As if summoned, Robin slides into the seat right next to Nancy. “I put you down together, but there’s a few people ahead, so start thinking of the song you’ll sing.” She gestures between you and Nancy. You shrug, accepting defeat, and before you can pitch an idea for a song to Nancy, Robin is leaning her elbows against the table and blinking at you, “So, let’s cut to the chase. What’s going on between you and Eddie?” She asks.

Nancy’s eyes widen as she instinctively jabs her elbow into Robin’s ribs, “Ow!” “Rob, you can’t just ask people that— god.” You softly laugh as Robin rubs at her sore side. “Sorry if I’m interested in keeping tabs on my friend!” Robin sarcastically argued.

Nancy rolls her eyes and sends you an apologetic look. “Look, I’m just guessing— based on the fact that you two were in the back of a fancy restaurant— that something is going on. Oh— unless this is, like, a business thing, then you can totally ignore me.” Robin rambles.

“Robin,” Nancy stresses. Your cheeks seem to ache from the amused expression on your face as Nancy turns to you, “You don’t have to answer either way since it’s none of our business.” She says, voice raising near the end as she glares at Robin. Robin rolls her eyes, and you laugh with a shake of your head as you shift in your seat. “No, it’s fine, I understand, but um,” You shrug, “It’s just a business thing.” You finally answer.

And, technically, you’re not wrong. There is a business transaction going on between you and Eddie… and the rest of the band, which is primarily the basis of your relationship, but you’re not sure how appropriate it would be to say, ‘Yeah, I mean, Eddie hated me, but now he doesn’t, so then we fucked yesterday but then his manager basically told us to squash whatever that was, so now we’re kind of in a weird spot because we don’t hate each other but we can’t like each other. Oh yeah, and here’s the kicker, Eddie’s been a total asshole this entire time, and it’s fucked with my head a bit. But apparently, he wants to change!’

It’s a colorful mess of loopholes and twists and turns that probably nobody will fully understand aside from you and Eddie, so…. business thing it is. 

Robin seems to take that as an answer, but Nancy is now intrigued by your tone, “That didn’t sound very sure.” She playfully raises a suggestive eyebrow. Robin hums, “What happened to it being none of our business?” She points out, to which Nancy just waves a dismissive hand in response. “It’s a business thing, but…” Nancy prods. Your face warms as you lift your shoulders in a shrug, “I mean, it’s… it’s complicated.” 

Nancy nods with a shrug as she shifts in her seat, “So, how did you two meet?” 

You take a deep breath as you lean to rest your elbows on the table, “Well, I’m a writer for Rolling Stone magazine—” Robin gasps, grabbing your attention, “No shit? Nancy’s a journalist too— ow!” She turns to look at Nancy with a disgruntled look as she rubs her thigh, “Would you stop bullying me?” She frowns.

Before either of them can get far into bickering, Eddie and Steve come waltzing back to the table with drinks in their hands. Eddie snags a seat beside you and passes a drink to you; you smile as you gratefully take the glass and softly thank him. Steve plops down next to Robin, sliding her and Nancy their drinks as he says, “Alright, I hope everyone has their songs picked out because I plan on battling each and every one of you.”

Although the weather outside is on the more chilly side of summer days, you find your body warm with liquor and laughter as you, Nancy, and Eddie watch a tipsy pair of Steve and Robin sing a surprisingly good rendition of Huey Lewis’ Heart and Soul. You’ve shrugged off your sweater and tossed it over the back of your chair— and you’re thankful to have thrown on a tank top underneath because, most of the time, you hardly bother to wear anything beneath sweaters.

It’s their fourth song of the night, Eddie and Nancy have both gone up at least once, but you’ve been on the observant side mostly, enjoying the ongoing conversations you’ve had with Nancy. There’s a bowl of chips and salsa in the middle of the table, and Eddie’s arm is draped across the back of your chair, heat pouring from him and seeping all around to wrap you up in an Eddie-scented bubble— it’s nicer than you’d care or like to admit.

Nancy has turned around to watch and cheer on the performance; she’s become more animated and loose after a few drinks, and you laugh as Robin practically serenades her from the stage. You lean back in your chair, softly giggling as you slightly lean into Eddie, “So,” you grab your drink and glance at the boy on your side, “What’s the dynamic here?” You ask with a jut of your chin towards his friends.

Eddie hums, leaning further into his chair, and in turn, pressing himself closer to you. His breath is warm against your ear and cheek, curly strands brushing against your skin as he speaks, “So basically,” He dramatically sighs, and you smile at his dramatics as he gestures between his friends, “Nancy and Steve are exes from high school and Robin and Steve are best friends.” You nod, gaze darting between the friends as you connect the dots. “But,” He raises a finger over his glass, “Robin and Nancy are dating now.” Your eyebrows raise at the full circle of events, but you nod as your suspicions are finally confirmed. 

Eddie leans closer, voice dropping to a lower volume, “But at this rate, it’s safe to say Nancy’s playing third wheel for Steve and Rob since they practically share one brain cell.” You tilt your head, “Okay, I see it now.”

Nancy glances over her shoulder to glare at you and Eddie from her seat, “I heard that, assholes… you’re not wrong.” She grumbles. You and Eddie laugh as she turns back to face you both now that Steve and Robin are hopping off the stage.

“Steve’s actually seeing a girl now; she’s in nursing school.” Nancy pipes up, grabs a chip, and pops it into her mouth. Eddie leans forward at that, keeping his arm on your chair as he uses the other to grab a chip for himself,  “Nursing school?”

Nancy nods as she sips her drink, “He goes down to see her like every other weekend. And they run our phone bill up like hell.” 

Robin plops down into her seat, “What are we talking about? Steve’s hot nurse babe?” She asks, humming when Nancy nods. Robin scoffs as she turns to Eddie, “Can you believe they’ve been dating for, like, four months, and we have yet to even see a picture of her? They see each other every week!”

Eddie snorts, “Then who’s he talking to on the phone?” Robin shrugs, “Who knows at this point.”

Steve returns as if on cue, sitting down with a sigh as he glances at the table, “What’d I miss?”

“Nothing, just talking about your imaginary girlfriend.” Robin teases.

Steve groans, eyes rolling before glaring at his giggling friends— your cheeks hurt from smiling. “She’s real, okay? She’s real, and her name is Cassie, and the only reason you haven’t met her yet is because she’s literally in nursing school— she has a busy schedule!”

And although you wish Eddie and you had been able to finish your discussion without the abrupt interruption, you find yourself growing fond of this shade of Eddie— sure, you’ve seen him having fun and being unapologetically himself with Gareth and Jeff and even on stage, but this side of Eddie is softer— kinder, brighter— homey. 

You realize as you watch him singing his heart out to some mainstream pop song that Steve somehow talked him into doing. You’re more surprised that Eddie knows the lyrics, but you’re too tipsy to dwell on it because Nancy’s scooting onto the chair beside you and asking what song you two should sing because, “We have to outsing them, obviously.”

And, well, you hardly have the time to stop your lips before you lean in and tell her the song you’d like to sing. Nancy snickers, giggling at the obvious undertone of the chosen song, and she eagerly agrees because “He’s gonna shit his pants.”

You go back and forth on who will take which role— who will sing Tom Petty’s key, and who will sing Stevie Nicks's key— but then you eventually land on just singing together for the entirety of the song. When the boys finish their song, Nancy drags you up to the DJ to request the song and magically persuades him to let you skip the queue of people to go next. She’s a good flirt, that’s indisputable.

You should probably thank Nancy at some point for agreeing to this song regardless of how little information she has about your situationship with Eddie, but before you even get the chance to, you and Nancy are already singing the first line of the song— Baby, you'll come knocking on my front door. Same old line you used to use before— and well, Eddie’s head has never turned his head faster, but you avoid his gaze for as long as you can.

And you’re doing good; you’re doing so good, and then you get to the second chorus and lock eyes with Eddie as you sing along to the track with Nancy— Baby, you could never look me in the eye. Yeah, you buckle with the weight of the world. Stop draggin' my, stop draggin' my, stop draggin' my heart around— and, well… you think you made your point clear.

You and Nancy have a blast singing to Nicks and Petty, and when the song ends, the bar claps and cheers as they do after every performance, and you’re all smiles as you waltz back to the table, sitting next to the fidgeting boy you’d just indirectly serenaded. Steve and Robin are telling you and Nancy how well you did and teasing each other over specific parts of the performance, and they’re all so caught up in one another that they hardly notice as Eddie leans into your space, voice low and gravely as he speaks, “That was cruel, princess.”

You look at him, eyes falling to the ghost of a smirk that dances across his lips before you reach forward to grab your drink, wrapping your lips around the thin, black straw, maintaining eye contact as you shrug, “Did you get the hint?” You tease.

Eddie huffs around a laugh, shifting in his seat, left arm back to barricading the back of your chair, and you don’t fail to notice the tent in the crotch of his jeans. He rolls his tongue over his teeth, snickering when you raise an eyebrow, “Yeah… Yeah, I got the hint.” He nods, and you think you might see a pink tint dusting across his cheeks.

You smile, liquor making you bold as you blink up at him, “Good.”

It’s a long trip to the hotel with a pair of drunk best friends.

They ramble a lot— Steve and Robin— you come to find out, and Nancy and Eddie have become experts at handling them with ease. You realize this as you watch them get their friends tucked into bed. Nancy is tipsy, but Eddie informed you that she has a weird thing with tequila where she becomes highly functioning, so she’s moving about the room with grace and precision.

When the drunk pair is finally tucked into bed, Nancy walks you and Eddie to the door of the hotel room, thanking you for taking the time to make sure they got in safe. “I would say see you at breakfast, but I doubt these two will have crawled from the grave by then.” Nancy gestures back to Robin and Steve. 

You don’t blame them; they’re basically on holiday, and you would do the same.

Your and Eddie’s rooms are on a different floor, and it’s a long ride up to the top, especially with the burning desire for one of you to say something— what, you’re not sure.

“I like your friends.”

That was you talking, you realize when Eddie turns to you with a smirk, “Yeah? They didn’t scare you off with their incessant shithead behavior?” He jokingly questions. You hum with a laugh, “I’ve dealt with worse.” You tease.

Eddie walks you to your room, his intoxicating smell and presence hovering around you as you unlock the door before stepping in. You turn around, hand resting on the edge of the door as you look at the curly-haired boy, “Good night, Eddie.”

Eddie hums, leaning against the door frame, eyes flickering to the twist of your mouth before reaching your eyes again, “Not gonna finish our conversation?”

You scoff, rolling your eyes, “I hardly believe you’d be doing much talking if I let you in right now.” And you don’t think you’re ready to travel down that path again. Not so soon when you have the events of tonight to digest, not to mention the gift sitting in your bag.

Eddie shrugs with a small smirk, “I can multitask.”

His gentle smile is beautiful. Alluring and unique, and his eyes are taking you with such an intensity that you think you might melt if you stay a minute longer. “I didn’t choose that song for the hell of it, you know?” You ask. “Stevie’s got a mean fucking range. Lord knows if I’ll be covering her again.” You grumble. And really, how high can the woman go with her rasp?

Eddie laughs, turning his head and glancing at the empty hallway before looking back to you, “Yeah, I know,” He softly replies.

You nod and he takes a deep breath, nodding towards your bag slung over your shoulder, “Listen to the tape.” He reminds you.

You tilt your head, clenching the strap of your bag before speaking, “Are you under the impression that this would make up for everything?” You ask.

And you don’t mean for it to sound harsh or hurt his feelings, but you have to let him know that if that’s what he’s hoping, then he’s wrong. This doesn’t fix everything. This doesn’t fix the confused feelings and the harsh words. It’s a start, but it’s not a finish as well.

And although Eddie’s expression falters, he shakes his head, “No. But I still want you to listen.”

You nod quietly, gazing at each other and wishing you could start on a different foot. You clear your throat, straighten your stance, and step back. “Good night, Eddie.” You softly say.

By the time you finish showering and getting ready for bed, the only thing running on your mind is the pending need to sleep. The maids had changed out the seats so they’re not doused with the ghost of Eddie’s cologne and shampoo— but you don’t go long with Eddie out of your mind because there’s a hard object that pokes into your arm when you settle into the bed.

You groan, twisting your arm around your frame to dig out the small object from below you, and when your fingers wrap around the plastic case, you immediately remember the task you’d had for tonight— listen to the tape.

The sleep that weighed down on your body is suddenly gone as you sit up to grab your walkman and headphones before settling back into the comfy sheets.

You try your best to ignore the swirling feeling of nerves and excitement in your gut as you put on your headphones and slip the tape in, but you find yourself nipping at the skin of your nails as the tape winds either way.

It’s silent for a moment, the sound of shuffling and the soft thud of what you think might be someone setting a glass down. There’s a clearing of a throat— it’s Eddie, you can tell— and your stomach twists in anticipation at the first ring of a piano chord. 

The beginning chords are soft and slow, gentle enough to lull you to sleep if you sink into it, and the recording is so vivid that you can hear the dull thud of each key beneath the press of his fingers.

Your heart races when Eddie’s voice seeps into the melody. It’s a ballad, something Corroded Coffin doesn’t have much of, and you wonder why because the softness of Eddie’s voice is arguably one of the most heavenly sounds to have ever touched your ears.

I'm feeling a way, off some kinda drug

Maybe it's lust, maybe it's love

I know I said I'd straighten out a week ago

I'm fiending though, 'bout to reach my peak, you know

The city's got me falling now

It’s… fuck, it’s fucking good, and you haven’t even gotten to the chorus, but god, your heart skips a beat at the following line because it’s a direct callout to you.

I'm fading away, I'm losing my head

I know you said leave, but fuck what you said

As much as you wish you could say you hate it… you don’t.

Even though the song is about you and your twisted relationship with Eddie— which definitely aids to your feelings towards the track— it’s genuinely a good song. Which, okay, is slightly annoying, but you can’t find it in yourself to care as the song carries on.

The future's never looked so bright, it's blinding me

It's hard to see, I'm swimming through dopamine

Your body looks like heaven and

I wanna give up, I just wanna leave

I'm floating away, I'm caught in the breeze

The outro of the song comes and slows down, a softer sound than before filling your ears, and shit— you’re at the edge of your seat now because Eddie is singing so gently, and it has your mind swirling. 

I can't believe this is happening

What did I do? What did she do to me?

…

Mending my brain again

Please don't give up on me

This hurts tremendously

How will this end for me?

When the song dies off, you can hear shuffling again before the track ends, and you’re left with spinning thoughts as you take your headphones off and let the silent and dark room envelope you.

You have to take a moment, yanking the string of the bedside lamp to light up the room so you can see your thoughts more clearly because— how do you feel? You’re not sure, honestly, and the thud of your heart beating in your chest only clouds your judgment even more because— isn’t this what you asked for? For Eddie to be open and honest with you, to tell you his true feelings and where he’s at when it comes to you. And is it enough?

Would it ever be enough for Eddie to give you one simple, stripped-down track to allow him the chance to mend what he’d ruined? 

Your heart wants it to be enough, but realistically, it’s not. Eddie has only just begun his journey to forgiveness, and you have to remind yourself that it’s not wrong to be hesitant to let him in, neither is it bad for you to want him as badly as you do. You’re both learning, and you’re both trying to fix the damage that’s been done, and it might take time, but if you both want it— if Eddie really wants you— then the time and work it takes to fix things won’t be a bother.

You listen to the song two more times, maybe more than twice, and you let the words sink into your bones until you practically have it engraved into your mind, lulling yourself to sleep with the haunting echo of Eddie’s voice and words bouncing in the walls of your skull.

And in your dreams, you meet Eddie, and for the split second you have with him there, everything is perfect— and by the time you wake up, the ticking time bomb to make your choice is now louder than it’s ever been before.

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part eleven

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a/n: OMG HIII, you made it to the end again !!! i would just like to specify that the song eddie has written and sang for birdie in this chappy (23 x chase atlantic) is not entirely a nod towards their relationship! reader is not specifically 23 years old nor is she struggling with any type of substance abuse, the lines that were used in this chapter are the lines that actually adhere to them imo, OKAY I THINK U GET IT I'LL SHUT UP NOW.

also, this is not the last of the songs that eddie has written abt birdie btw🫣

i hope u enjoyed and i love love love reading any and all feedback as well as ur silly thots <3 AND AS ALWAYS, TY FOR READING, I LOVE U SO BIG MWAH <3

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Lee!Eddie Munson Headcanons

Eddie Munson x Reader

Strictly SFW; fluffy, playful, and plenty of romantic + platonic sweetness all around, very self indulgent

Note: Some of these hcs might diverge from the canon storyline, so do with that what you will <3 Major thanks to my tumblr moots for inspiring me and helping make these hcs happen. Prepare for the biggest ler moods of your lives /hj /p

Warnings: Brief mentions of w33d usage (Since Eddie Munson is canonically a dealer). That section is marked for the start and end of it if you would prefer to scroll past it <3 Please do what is most comfortable for you /gen

*Spoilers for Stranger Things 4 Volume 1 under the cut!*

Eddie. Munson. the ler-leaning switch, is the epitome of being able to dish it out but not being able to take it. That 20% of the time that he ends up as the lee, he CAN'T HANDLE IT (/lh /p). 🫢

He's ASTRONOMICALLY ticklish. DEATHLY. ticklish. Mans has got some nerve being as mean a ler as he is when he's probably eons more ticklish than you are.

You know his fear-induced tantrums? The anxious squirrelly screechy swearing? Yeah, imagine that x100. That's how he reacts when he's tickled.

"ShitshitshitshitSHIHIHIHIT! FUHUHUHUCK! PFFAHAAA! GOHOHOD DAHAHAMMIT! SHIHIHIHIIIIT!"

"Wahatch youhour mouth, Munson~!"

Speaking of squirrelly, you know his lil angry stomp after fighting the bats? (Cutest bitchfit I have ever seen in my life) And how he reacted when Erica rolled the nat 20? (An actual chipmunk of a man) Yeah. He gets all jumpy when you tickle him and it's the cutest. thing. everrrrr. 😭❤️

So now just envision those reactions with the swearing when he's getting tickled. 🥺👉🏾👈🏾

One thing that absolutely kills him (/p) is when you strategically poke at his back, before clawing at his sides. He will fold like a lawn chair as he giggles uncontrollably (Like in that gif above. Actual honeybun 🥰).

Another thing that will happen if you tickle him... insults. He'll insult you the entire time you're tickling him (unless he's in a super soft mood and really needing the affectionate tickles. I'll elaborate on that in a short bit).

He KNOWS you'll just tickle him more if he back talks you. He does it anyway. It's not like he didn't know what would happen if he did! 🫢

"NONONONOHOHOHOHOOO! WAHAHAIT! ACK!"

"Call me a jackass again, Eddie. You'll just be laughing harder~"

*Cue Eddie calling you another name instead, which just leads to more tickles*

Eddie is the type to curl up and giddily kick his legs. Istg. (Especially if you go for his belly) Full on rapid kicking at the air.

He just cannot stay still. If you fluster him enough, he'll hide his face in his HAIR (Like when he partially hid behind his hair while talking to Chrissy). Such a precious lil bean. 😍

Let's go ahead and talk more about the death spots on this man. He has, the most unusual death spots ever. And it's effing adorable.

Ears. YES. EARS. (tumblr moot came in CLUTCH with this hc right here) If you lean close and whisper in his ear or lightly blow, he's gonna squeal. He can't. handle. it. Highkey, there are times where his own hair has him squirming.

You and Steve (ler!Steve instantly has Eddie blushing beet red) have a technique. One of you whispers teases in his ear while the other deadass tickles his other ear with his own hair. Rest in peace Eddie AHSJSHJDJR (/j /lh) 💕 He's gonna be red in the face the entire day cause y'all flustered him that badly.

Eddie better hope luck is on his side if he has to sit between you and Steve on a long drive. Nancy's the one driving and Robin gets the passenger seat, so one of you remaining three is getting tickled the entire way. Whoever sits in the middle is done for- You and Steve love ganging up on Eddie when he's been a smartass.

"Waitwaitwaitwaitwait! FUHUHUHUCK! FUHUCK! GEHEHEHET OHOHOFF! BOHOHOTH OHOHOF YOUHOUHOUHOU AHAHABSOLUTELY SUHUHUHUUUUCK!"

Onto the next death spot! His wrists are unbelievably ticklish. If you're holding his hand and your thumb brushes the skin on his wrist, he's gonna flinch and bite back a giggle.

Of course, you notice his reaction and proceed to trace patterns on his wrist while he repeatedly slams his other fist on the table or arm of the couch to cope with how badly it tickles him. He tries so hard to stay composed.

"You alright, Eddie?"

"Mm-hm! P-Peheachy! *AHEM* Just f-fihine- WOAHWOAHWOAHWAHAHAIT! GOHOHOD DAHAHAMMIT, Y/NNNN!"

*cue his voice cracking when he tries to answer you, before he immediately breaks into loud laughter when you opt for blowing a raspberry on his wrist*

Jumping right from the wrists, Eddie's ankles, YES, HIS ANKLES- are a killer ticklish spot. Like one of the worst (best in his case <3) spots for him to get tickled. He's gonna scream like a final girl in a slasher film. 💀

Just make sure you're not in kicking range because Eddie kicks as a genuine reflex. He'd never hurt you on purpose though. In fact, he warned you beforehand that it's an automatic reaction (he's a sweetheart 🥰). So, you've never actually gotten kicked. 

Steve on the other hand... He got kicked once and promptly tickled Eddie to bits for it- LMFAO (himbos, these two).

"STEHEHEHEVE! IHIHIHI SAHAHAHAID IHI WAHAHAHAS SOHOHOHORRY!"

"All's forgiven! Doesn't mean I'm not gonna tickle the snot outta you, Eddie!"

There's one spot that's worse than his ankles, though. His entire back, but specifically the shoulder blades. Especially if he's got back tattoos (which let's be honest he probably does 👉🏾👈🏾At least I like to think he would 🤧💕). If you tickle his shoulder blades, or the spot where his neck and shoulders meet, he will MELT TO THE DAMN FLOOR.

Other death spots include his knees (Istg those fuckin ripped jeans sucker-punch me into a ler mood 😭 I just wanna make him happy and distract him from all the traumatic shit he's been through) and the backs of his knees, the nape of his neck (also would be deathly if he had a tattoo there- totally not just saying this because I have a tattoo on the back of my neck /s), and the palms of his hands.

Like I said though, Eddie's ticklish everywhere. Those spots just happen to evoke the strongest responses.

To conclude the death spot hcs, every spot where Eddie Munson has a tattoo is MAJORLY ticklish. He's not opposed to soft, affectionate, comforting tickles on his tattoos tho. 👉🏾👈🏾

Or just soft tickles in general. Especially when he's sad. And (Duffer bros willing if he survives volume 2 istg) he'd absolutely need a safe and happy distraction when the memories of Vecna killing Chrissy jump to the front of his mind. Poor sweetheart just wanted to finally graduate and ended up getting traumatized and witch hunted... 🥺

Snuggly and comforting tickles remind him he's safe and now has a group of people who would fight to the death to keep things that way.

*W33d mention here; I will mark the end of the mention with another starred message*

Stoned!Eddie adores tummy tickles. I don't make the rules. 🏃🏽‍♀️He's also a lot more vocal about wanting you to tickle him and gets extra clingy (CUTE AF).

"Y/NNNN~ I... Can you...? I need a giggle. Please?"

You know the grabby hands and the puppy eyes? Yeah, he does those. Especially while baked. Whether you're his friend or his partner, he just really adores you and becomes a snugglebug x50 if he's stoned. (He also becomes an even more flustering tickle monster when he's high- but, perhaps we'll explore that in a future fic)

*End of w33d mention*

I can't make this hc list without talking about Eddie's laughter. Soooo, time to talk about his laughter! 🥴

Rapid. fire. GIGGLES!!! Like the kind that just keep on going with the occasional sharp inhale of air. 😭 It's adorable (You know when Eddie was trying to get the boat motor to start up while being chased by Jason and Patrick? That kind of laugh. But not out of panic).

If you get the right spot, he screeches before cackling loudly. Similar to the kind of cackle he did during the D&D game, except a lot louder and more screechy. It's the kind of laugh that makes you lose it and start laughing too because it's so contagious.

The SNORT! Catch him off guard and he'll full on snort. The first time it happened you just had to pause and squeal over how cute of a sound it is.

Steve is going to wreck Eddie's shit for keeping the snort laugh from y'all for so long. Eddie's gonna half-heartedly plead for you and Robin to save him. You don't. 😇

"It's your fucking fault for not letting us hear this sound sooner, Eddie. You can't just act this cute and expect not to get tickled for it."

And, the SCREAM- I'm talking high pitched, voice-cracking, "you're going to kill me" type scream. And the first time you heard it, you fell over giggling and just about crying because you never would have expected that sound and it was so adorable that you couldn't function.

Eddie 100% glared at you at first but the moment he saw how genuinely geeked and giddy you were about it and that you were laughing because it was THAT CUTE, he started smiling, and then giggling (And 100% set out to get that kind of scream out of you the next time he tickled you 🏃🏽‍♀️🏃🏽‍♀️🏃🏽‍♀️).

After Eddie's all tickled out, he gets super timid and shy, but he also craves all the affection possible. So if you're a friend and okay with platonic snuggles and hand holds and hugs, pls give him lots.

If you're his partner, give him lots of kisses while you're cuddling him. Tell him you love him and watch him hide in your shoulder. (Cute cute cute) 🥰

No matter if you're friends or partners, Eddie loves you with all his heart and it means the world to him that you put so much effort and care into making him happy and giggly.

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LER. MOOD. OVERLOAD ABSHHADHDHEJRNB 😭😭😭💕💕💕 Eddie Munson is so effing cute and oh my gawd he deserves to feel happy and giggly and safe. He's the biggest cinnamon roll of season 4 istg. T-T DUFFER BROS, IF YOU KILL HIM I'M SUING /hj

Stay tuned 🥺 I'm preparing a shit ton of fluffy Eddie Munson content to help us all get through whatever hell the Duffer brothers have prepared to put us through with the final two episodes. /gen

Until next time!

~ Ushu 🤍🖤

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ok ok, BUT but BUT BUT BUT Eddie getting a lee mood as u describe ur dnd character wrecking Eddie’s npc for interrogation 😳

🫢😈 ANON I'M ON DEMON TIME NOW ISTG SGAHDHSJDJDJ- And I wanna say thank you to two tumblr moots for helping me make these hcs happen while I'm still familiarizing myself with D&D 🥹 Hcs under the cut!

Eddie's such a smug little shit at first. Big bad DM thinking he's successfully gotten under your skin with an irritating npc who's refusing to answer any of your questions. But then...

"It appears that the only living soul who carries the information you seek is not willing to reveal said information to you. (Character's name here), what would you like to do?"

"I'm going to ask him if he's ticklish."

Eddie's going to short circuit and you can see his body language grow more tense. He will try anything to keep this from happening because of all places for you to throw him into a lee mood, it's during the club meeting??? (Not that he minds though 🥴) No matter what tactics he tries to use, you've always got a tactic of your own to continue throwing him off.

Is he making the NPC lie? Insight check time. You'll see the blush creeping up on his face when you roll. Eddie has different answers depending on what the outcome of the roll was, but even then, you're just as stubborn as he is and you're gonna tickle the npc anyway even if the roll was unsuccessful. You tell him as much.

^ What he looks like when you two are in a verbal joust over this friggin interrogation tactic of yours. He's very stubborn, but so are you. You are going to roll for every advantage you possibly can and the entire time you're arguing with this friggin DM, he's growing more squirrelly and squirmy. The rest of the club is so done with both of you LMFAO 😭 /lh

You came to this meeting prepared, lemme tell you AHJSJSJRJR. Whether your character can perform and has prepared the "enhance ability spell" or if any of your fellow club members can, ohhh boi. Edward Munson isn't ready. If you use "hex," wiggle your fingers in his direction and watch him squirm 🫢

Tickle checks somehow end up becoming a thing after Eddie spends some time racking his brain over how "tickle checks" would even frickin happen. He's gonna make it difficult and will act like a smartass about what you'll need to roll for.

^ This smugness fizzles away real fast 🥴

Alas, your stubbornness wins and Eddie's efforts are futile and the npc gets tickled. He doesn't want to put actual effort into the voice acting because he's flustered to hell and he'll be damned if he lets you win. The rest of the club ain't letting that slide though.

"Eddie! You have no problem getting theatrical with the fucking voices any other time! Commit to the character, dammit!"

"Yeah, Eddie. Do I actually have to tickle you just to really sell it~?"

"N-Not one fucking step closer, you absolute fucking heathen!"

^ I am convinced Edward Munson uses words like "scoundrel" and "heathen" because he is a nerd <3

If you do end up tickling him while y'all are playing, it's likely going to be after you've rolled a crit hit, and you exclaim as much before pouncing on him and next thing you know the damn DM's on the floor flailing like a fish and screech-cackling. He knows better than to ask the other club members to save him. You think they'd skip on an opportunity to knock the DM off of his high horse? Give one of your fellow club members the "help" action and wreck this adorable little shit with tickles 👏🏾

If you don't end up tickling him and making him sink from his chair onto the floor during the actual game, he's absolutely gonna be in a lee mood still and will find a not-so-subtle way to provoke you into finally tickling him after the club's done playing for the night. Probably via telling you that your character's getting shown no mercy the next time y'all continue the campaign. Or, he's so annoyed and salty that you didn't actually tickle him so when the club meeting is done, he insists you actually do so because:

"You had the fucking nerve to say all that tickle shit in the middle of the campaign and now you're not gonna do it!?"

^ Bby just wants tickles now 🥺 👉🏾👈🏾 Indulge the poor lad LMFAOOO /lh

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Anon, this concept is ✨IMMACULATE✨ Thank you so so much for sending this in 🥹💖 /gen /pos /pla

I hope you enjoyed reading!

~ Ushu 🤍 (/p)