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upsidedownmvnson · 2 years ago

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you can take it | eddie munson smut

summary: eddie gets jealous at a gig and reminds you exactly who you belong with :)

warnings: dacryphilia, just pure filth, rough sex, daddy kink, name calling in bed, jealous boyfriend, shy!reader, voyuerism

You really were innocent in the whole situation.

You were at The Hideout, watching your boyfriend Eddie perform. You sat alone at the bar, sipping on something sweet and fizzy the bartender made you, on the house.

Someone approached you, introducing himself as Eric. He didn't leave when you mentioned you had a boyfriend, but he didn't make any moves on you either, he was just speaking to you, so you didn't feel concerned about it.

The only rule you and Eddie had about hanging out with other people is as long as they're not into you, it's totally fine. Because usually, Eddie is a pretty level headed guy, especially when it comes to you. He loves you, and trusts that you love him, and only him.

However, there are a few people that push Eddie's buttons just by existing. You knew about Jason Carver, but who you didn't know about was Eric Heely, lead singer of Hotels of Fire, another band that frequents gigs at The Hideout. And an industrial pain in Eddie's ass.

And now, he was leaning against the bar talking to you while Eddie played the rest of his show.

And Eddie was getting pissed off.

He didn't like the idea of this guy talking to you, but what he really hated was that this guy was using you to get a rise out of him, and worse yet, it was fucking working. Eddie's neck was getting hot, and he'd long lost his usual grin. Instead, it was replaced with a tight scowl, a really annoyed grimace that probably would've signalled something was wrong if you would just look at Eddie.

But no, you were talking with Eric, sipping on your drink. He could tell from there that you weren't doing anything wrong at all. You saw the best in people, and if you had said you weren't interested, you would trust the other person to take that as an answer. But Eddie knew better. Eddie knew that Eric wasn't just trying to make a new friend, he was trying to ruin Eddie's night.

By the time you realized you were in trouble, it was far too late. Eddie had already decided that you needed to be taught a lesson.

And once you're in hell, only the devil can get you out.

You noticed Eddie's grimace, and put two and two together when you saw your new friend waving at Eddie, smug smile on his face.

"Do you know Eddie?" you asked, growing suspicious.

"Oh yeah," he said, making sure Eddie was looking at him before tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. "We go way back."

You reacted quickly, getting out of your chair and smacking that guys hand away from you. You were clearly telling him off, but Eddie just wished you would get away from that guy.

Eddie, still not angry with you, was fuming. Eric had touched you. He touched you without your permission, and you felt uncomfortable, Eddie could see that. The music turned aggressive, and his bandmates could see the scene unfolding in front of them, and they didn't know what was going to happen.

After cutting the song short, Eddie announced their set was over.

His friends looked at each other questioningly, as there was still supposed to be another few songs, but they wrapped up anyway, unplugging their instruments and beginning to disassemble. Eddie threw the van keys to Gareth, and didn't say a word as he rushed over to 'save' you.

You met Eddie halfway, trying to assure him that you didn't do anything. Eric was behind you smirking at the damage he'd done to Eddie's mood.

"Baby," he cooed, rubbing your arms. "I'm not mad at you. I'm mad at him." Eddie nodded over to Eric, and followed up by flipping him off. "Go over with Gareth, okay? I wouldn't trust this guy near your drink." Eddie plucked the beverage out of your hands, and while he doubted that Eric did anything to it, he just wasn't willing to risk it.

Eddie stormed over to Eric, and grabbing him by the collar of his shirt.

"If you ever lay your hands on her again, I will kill you. Do you understand that? I will kill you."

"Death threats? Eddie, don't you think you're being a little dramatic? She was totally into it."

"If you interpret recoiling as into it, you're a predator." Eddie had to get out of here before he did something he would regret. Before he got the band barred from the only place they could find to play. "Stay away from us."

"Whatever, freak."

Eddie let go of Eric's shirt, turning on his heel and focusing on just getting back to you and calming down. Was he mad? Jealous? Pissed off? Yes, yes, and yes.

"Eddie?" you asked, as he approached you, but he didn't answer, just grabbed your hand and pulled you close, closing the gap between you and laying a big, fat kiss on you in front of everyone. You melted into him, not really caring who saw. Eddie loved pda, always had, loved showing everyone that you were his, and he was yours.

Hid hands wrapped around your waist, holding you as he leaned into you, bending your back and forcing your chest into his. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, taking in the intoxicating smell of him. Eddie, sweat covered and sexy.

"Eddie," you mumbled against his mouth, "let's pack up and just get out of here," you said, pulling away from him finally.

"Yeah," he agreed, "good idea."

And you could see the fire in his eyes. You could feel the way he tried to push into you. You were in trouble, but you weren't scared, you were excited.

"Are you ready to help us pack up?" Jeff asked, "or would you just like us to watch you make out some more."

"No one was forcing you to watch," Eddie said, his tone level and casual. None of his usual joking manner. "I'll bring the van around."

Eddie pulled you behind him. He wouldn't be letting you alone with that guy fucking lurking around. You were guided out the back door, and through the dark parking lot behind the bar. Eddie always parked in the same corner, far enough away from the door where he could secure a quick deal or two during his shows.

Even through the rage, you thought he was being a perfect gentleman by opening the passenger side door for you, but you should've known better. In this mood, you should've expected him to be dirty, dirty, dirty...

When you moved to get in, he pushed you down, bending you over the seat. With your ass in the air, he lifted your skirt and pulled your panties down to your knees, immediately smacking your ass three fast times. It stung, the sudden intrusion of pain was a delightful surprise. He groped your ass for a second, mumbling something about it being his.

"I fucking love this ass," he muttered, sliding his fingers down through your already soaking wet folds. "And this pussy."

Two rough fingers found your clit, rubbing small, quick circles around the little bud.

"I need to get you home," he said, plunging those fingers inside you. "Like, right now."

"We should h-help pack up," you said, only to be met with another smack on your ass from his free hand. He wasn't holding you down, you could've easily asked him to stop and he would've. But you didn't want to. And he knew that.

"Just need a minute," he said, falling to his knees. The concret scraped his knees, but he didn't care. He needed this to calm down. Then he could go pack up and get you home and deal with the rest of his frustrations. "Jus' a little taste," he whispered, leaning forward and diving into your pussy like it was the cure to all his problems. Which it kind of was, honestly.

One hand was gripping your thigh, right where it met your ass, holding it open so he could lick, and suck and just taste you. The other hand, slid around you to rub slow circles on your clit again, but not enough to get you off. He didn't want to overwhelm you already, and he definitely didn't want you to cum yet.

"Eddie," you moaned, biting your hand to keep quiet. "They're waiting for us."

"Don't care," he mumbled, continuing to eat you out, right there in the parking lot. It wouldn't be the first time you'd done something here in the parking lot, but it was the first time where you weren't hidden inside the van.

"Eddie," you moaned, as he licked up your slit and dipped into your tight little hole with his tongue, before pulling away entirely, letting the cool breeze blow across your wet centre, and you whined, wishing he would continue. He laughed, leaving your clit behind to grip both your ass cheeks in his calloused hands, the rough fingers felt amazing against your soft skin. He bit one of your ass cheeks, and kissed the other. And then slapped both at the same time.

And you got ready for him to fuck you. But instead he tucked his erection into the band of his jeans, and pulled your panties back up. He fixed your skirt, and then guided you to sit in the van.

"You're so good," he mused, his bad mood already lessening. "So beautiful."

You blushed, suddenly bashful about what he'd done.

"Now let's get the fuck out of here," he said, closing the passenger door and rushing around to the front. He drove to the otherside of the lot, completely unfazed by his voyeuristic tendencies.

The guys were already moving stuff outside, and leaving it by the backdoor.

"We were afraid to come over there," Gareth joked, loading stuff into the back. He found it even funnier when he caught the blush creeping over your neck and cheeks. He didn't say anything else about it. But he knew that there was some truth to it all.

"Just hurry up," Eddie said, impatience catching up with him. "I'm in a bad mood, I just fucking hate that guy."

"Yeah, that guy is a dick." Gareth shook his head. "But it's not like she would've let him do anything."

"Obviously," he muttered, and closed the back of the door. "It pisses me off that he would even try to use her like that though, like she's less of a person. It's just, it's gross."

"It is gross," he agreed. "Well, we're out of here. I think I'll catch a ride with Jeff. You seem, uh... busy."

"I think that's for the best."

The drive home was silent, except for the radio playing quietly between you. Eddie's hand gripped your thigh, tightly, possessively. He was thinking of all the ways he was going to fuck you. All the ways he was going to make you cum. All over his face, his cock, his fingers. He couldn't think about anything else. He loathed the idea that Eric probably thought he could get with you. It made it him fucking furious. The more he stewed about it, the more angry he got.

It was time to remind you that there was no one on Earth that could fuck you like he can.

He trusted you fully, but he was going to remind you anyway.

"Eddie?" you asked, "Are you sure you're not mad at me?"

"I'm sure, my love." He traded his grip on your thigh for your hand, which he brought to his lips to place several chaste kisses to your knuckles. It was sweet how much you cared about his feelings, and boundaries. "I just need to make sure you're properly fucked. I've been fucking you softly lately, and I love that," he smiled, and you were blushing, the topic of conversation making you bashful, "but it's time for Daddy to really fuck your brains out."

"Eddie!"

"Time to make my little mouse cum again and again," he continued, "until you're screaming and begging me to stop." He continued to kiss your hand as he spoke, "but you won't want me to stop, not really."

"Don't be dirty," you whispered, shy about the way he was speaking to you. But you loved it. You were soaking wet, clenching your thighs together, thinking about all the ways Eddie would have you. All the ways you would totally and fully give yourself to him.

"Oh baby," he cooed, "tonight we will be filthy, and I think," he let go of your hand, "I'll start now."

And with that he slipped his hand between your thighs, pushing them open. He wasted no time in grabbing your panties, yanking them over to the side and slipping his fingers between your folds.

"So fucking wet," he moaned, slipping a finger inside you, "and so fucking tight." He groaned, taking the finger out and popping it into his mouth. "And sweet."

You were breathing heavily, so turned on by how Eddie was acting. He'd dominated you before, but this was different. Like he was trying to prove something. He was trying to prove to himself that he was the right one for you, that he was the one you wanted and needed.

"I want you to be good for me tonight," he said, moving back between your legs and fingering you again. This time with two thick fingers, and his thumb on your clit. He knew everything by feel, his eyes never left the road. He knew where to touch, and what to do to please you. "Just do what I say and you'll be rewarded."

"Okay," you whispered, speechless at what was going on. You pulled your knee up onto the passenger side door to give him more access to you. To let him in deeper.

"Good girl," he cooed, "off to a good start."

He removed his hand again, and you whined at the loss of contact, but he shut you up by sticking his fingers into your mouth. "Taste that, honey? It's my favourite thing in the world." He kept his fingers in your mouth for a moment, until he felt your tongue swirl around the digits. "You're gunna suck my cock as soon as we get inside your house, and you're not gunna stop until I tell you to stop."

You nodded, and he pulled his fingers out, returning to gripping your thigh like at the start. You were throbbing, thinking 'please touch me again,' over and over and over in your head until you were sure he knew what you were thinking, because his smug smirk returned.

"Look at you, fucking begging for it, looking at me like that isn't gunna be enough, doll. You're not calling the shots tonight."

"Can I suck your cock now?" you asked, and he smiled.

"No," he said. "Keep your hands to yourself."

And suddenly your hands were magnets, and he was what they were attracted to. You wanted to touch him, to play with his hair, or his jacket. Touch his thighs, or any piece of exposed skin you could find. You needed him. You wanted him to be inside you, anyway possible. The lay restlessly on your lap, just keening to touch him.

You clenched your thighs together again, and Eddie tutted at you. "Don't do that, your pleasure is all for me tonight."

"Eddie..." you whined, hiking your leg up higher, trying to entice him to return to his work between your legs. But he didn't budge, just smirked as you whined and writhed in his passenger seat. He loved it like this, he liked how fucking feral you got for him.

And he especially loved how smug it made him when one of the guys sat in that seat, knowing all the dirty things he'd done to you in this van.

He killed the engine, parking crooked in your driveway. No one was home, it was a recipe for a perfect night.

"Don't even have to be quiet," he mused, "you're really in for it, little mouse."

And you were quick to exit the van, and excitedly head into the house. You were only a few steps in, leaning on the wall and trying to kick your shoes off when Eddie slammed the front door, grabbing your hand and turning you back around to him.

"I said 'as soon as we get inside'," and he pulled you down until you feel on your knees. "I didn't say take anything off."

He pushed your face into his bulge, the jean rubbing against your cheek, and the zipper cold on your nose.

You undid his belt above you, fumbling because you couldn't really see it. You pulled it through the loops, and he grabbed it from you before you could discard it.

"Take my pants off," he muttered, letting go of your hair. And you obeyed, tongue tied and soaking wet. Throbbing in your panties. Eddie had never been like this. And you wanted more. You wanted more than you knew.

While you worked on his jeans, he wrapped the belt around your neck. Not to choke you, but to hold it there, as if it was a promise. A promise to keep you in line. You sucked your lip into your mouth, salivating at the sight of his dick springing to life, free from the confines of his ripped jeans. His sexy, sexy ripped jeans.

You started teasingly, licking the underside of his dick slowly, but he yanked the belt, causing it to tighten ever so slightly. "I said, suck my dick!" he raised his voice, annoyed that he had to repeat himself a third time.

You whimpered, putting the tip in your mouth, and he thrusted into your mouth, forcing himself into your throat as you choked and gagged.

"If you want to stop at any point just tap twice or say Atari," he said, a softer tone taking over for a moment, he pulled back a bit, making you look up at him, "tap twice now if you understand."

You tapped his leg twice, and then you gagged on his dick as he thrusted it down your throat again. "Good girl," he muttered, dick twitching at the view he had. Belt wrapped around your throat like a leash, tears filling your eyes and his dick hit the back of your throat. You didn't even have to move, because Eddie couldn't control himself from grabbing your hair, and guiding you to suck his dick exactly how he wanted it.

Eddie was fucking your face, a foot from the front door. If anyone came onto the porch they'd hear the wet squelching of Eddie thrusting into your mouth, or the coughing caused by the intrusion.

"That's fucking unreal, little mouse," he muttered, throwing his head back and his continued gripping your hair by the roots, moving your head up and down on his thick cock. "You take daddy so well."

Your hands gripped his thighs, trying to ignore the painful throbbing of your ignored pussy, while Eddie takes his pleasure. "You look so pretty like this," he said, returning his attention to you. Tears made their escape down your cheeks, dragging your mascara with them.

He gave the belt some slack, and you backed off of him, sucking in a few big gulps of air.

"I didn't know you could take it so good, baby," he cooed, "Daddy's good little slut."

You nodded eagerly, not sure if you were allowed to talk or not. You leaned forward to take him back in your mouth, doing everything you had been before, but without Eddie's guiding hand, you did it yourself, shoving his cock to the back of your throat where you coughed and gagged around him.

His groans were delightful. Eddie moans were music, filling you you with pride and desire. You pulled away again for some more air, and he looked at you with a devilish smirk.

"Come up here," he said, yanking on the belt, forcing you back to your feet.

The belt dangled when he let it go, and he just looked at you for a second. Your hair was messy, cheeks covered in wet makeup, puffy lips, belt hanging loosely around your neck, and glossy eyes that made Eddie swoon, for just a moment. And then he smirked, rubbing his thumbs across your cheek, trying to remove some of the mascara, but he just smudged it more. He smiled.

"Did you like that?" he asked, wanting to make sure you were liking this otherside of him. You nodded. "Why don't you bend of that couch over there? Hmm? Show daddy that ass he loves so much."

You did as he asked, bending yourself over the armrest of the couch. Irritated by all the clothes still on, but Eddie said not to take anything off, and you wanted to be his good girl. Even your sneakers were still on.

You looked behind at him, and he had taken all his clothes off, and was roughly palming his cock in his hand. One finger looped around your panties, yanking them down your legs and off, landing somewhere on the floor. He winked at you, making you blush. He gripped your ass tightly, his thumb linger dangerously close to your asshole.

He spread you open, slapping his cock against your asshole a couple times, mumbling, "I'll have to give this tight little hole a try sometime..." but he slid down to the wet, sopping hole of your pussy, testing the readiness of it by slipping the tip in. Your pussy basically sucked him in, begging him to give it to you. "So fucking wet and ready baby, so fucking good for me."

Instead of fucking you like you desperately needed, he just popped the tip in and out a couple times, spreading your wetness down to your clit and up to your ass.

And then he was lined up to your pussy again, holding himself at your hole, and you whimpered, looking over your shoulder at him, glossy eyes begging for him.

"Why so quiet, little mouse? I want to hear you," he said, moving his cock down to your clit again, and then right back up to your centre.

"Please," you begged, voice breaking with anticipation.

"Please what?"

"Please... please fuck me Daddy," you begged, "please fuck me, I've been so good, I want it. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" you begged.

And in one swift movement he grabbed the belt again, yanking it tight, constricting your throat just enough for you to feel the threat of choking, and also thrusting himself fully inside you. You screamed at the sudden invasion, but it felt so fucking good. The belt slightly constricting you, forcing your head back, and Eddie suddenly balls deep inside you made you scream you loved it so much. His other hand gripped your ass, the skirt bunching up in his palm.

Like how he treated your face, he was roughly fucking into you, each pump going all the way out before slamming back in. Each move was calculated, your head being forced back felt... so fucking good. He slapped your ass, flipping your skirt up.

You muttered unintelligible syllables, just grunts and moans as he took all of you.

You were taking him so well, your pussy was gripping him so tightly. Fuck, Eddie couldn't take it, but he didn't want to cum yet. Didn't want it to end.

You were breathing heavy, getting close to finishing, and Eddie could feel it. He knew the signs of your orgasm, and right when you were about to fall off that edge, he stopped entirely, pulling out and letting your orgasm shatter to pieces, not giving you any sense of relief. Instead, you were left with a painful thump in your clit.

Eddie touched it slowly and softly, giving nowhere near enough to coax you back to your orgasm, but enough to soothe the throbbing of neglect your poor pussy felt.

You whined, trying to push yourself back on him, and it made him chuckle. You looked so desperate for him. You wanted him. And Eddie finally got back his confidence that he was the only one for you. A fact you'd never doubted.

He loosened the belt, taking it off completely, and flipped you over, so you were standing again, leaning back against the couch. He moved your hair out of the way to make sure he didn't do any damage, and he didn't. It was just a little red, with a few small marks where the edges had rubbed into you. But he'd never pulled it tight enough to hurt you.

And then his movements were caring, just for a moment, just enough time to slide off your skirt, and then your shirt and bra. He slowly undressed you, stroking his cock slowly. He worshipped your body, hands dragging slowly across all newly exposed skin.

"So fucking pretty, baby," he said, "and you take it so well, who knew you had this kind of ... perseverance?"

"I want to cum," you pouted, "and I want you to fuck me full."

Eddie's eyes widened at your words, and his usual cheeky grin returned. "Oh, baby, you don't even know what you're asking for," he groaned, biting his bottom look as he took in your disheveled appearance.

"Yes, I do," you challenged, "please?"

And he pushed you back, letting you fall onto the couch cushions. And you crawled backwards as he climbed over the couch, stalking up your body like you were his prey.

He wedged himself in between your thighs, lining him up with your pussy and shoving it back in, hitting every part of you. He stayed still inside you, every inch of him covered with you. And he kissed you. He kissed you with his tongue, teeth, with his hands. He was all over you, covering every sense and taking the attention of all your thoughts.

"I love you," he muttered, "I love you so much."

"I love you too," you whispered.

"Good," he smirked, "now take it."

And he was thrusting into you like he didn't love you at all. Hitting every part of you that was only for him to hit. Each slap of his hips hitting into your thighs hurt, but only in the most pleasurable way. You moaned, wrapping your legs around him, trying to somehow bring him in harder, deeper.

One hand by your head, holding him up, the other latching around your throat as he kissed you, all tongues and sloppy. the only sounds being the squelching of your painfully wet pussy and your tiny whimpers, being lost in his mouth.

"I want you to cum," he said, pulling himself away from your mouth, keeping his eyes locked onto your as you moaned under him, breathless and sweaty. "Now, I want you to cum now," he said, angling himself differently, and thrusting harder, hitting you in a spot that made you feel like you were gunna explode.

You were going to explode, especially when he ordered, "touch yourself, make yourself cum."

Like a good girl, you rubbed small circles over your clit, helping him bring yourself back to that ledge you so desperately wanted to jump off.

Your walls tightened around him, and it was different. It was different than every other time. You were chanting his name, moaning "Eddie," over and over until you came, screaming his name and feeling elecricity down to your toes. Every part of you was on fire, and your muscles tightened, pulling him in closer while you squirted, for the very first time, soaking Eddie and the couch, pushing him out of your pussy.

He moved quickly, putting two fingers roughly inside you and moving them with ferocity as he coaxed you through the biggest orgasm you'd ever had. You screamed, loudly, honestly worrying Eddie that the neighbours would hear, so he clamped another hand over your mouth, keeping the noise contained. Your muffled screams just coaxed him to an orgasm on their own, he was sure of it.

He had been close to his climax, but this new change of events was okay with him. He could've cum just from knowing how well he satisfied you.

Your heavy breathing continued for a minute, and in a cock drunk state you looked at him, smiling stupidly while he just watched you, still softly fingering you, keeping his eyes locked on yours.

"I made you squirt," he said, stupid, goofy grin all over his face. He continued stroking his fingers in you.

"You didn't cum," you pouted, looking at his still rock hard cock.

"Guess we'll have to just start all over again, pretty petal, but why don't we get you some water first."

And before you understood what was happening, two were standing in the kitchen, Eddie bending you over the counter and slipping his cock back inside you, wrapping his arms around you to hold you close, and to get his fingers back on you clit. Your back pressed into his chest, and he pumped into you slowly.

"More," you muttered, pushing your hips back to meet his thrusts.

"Hmm," he mused, grinning down at the sight of your ass slapping against his abdomen. "I don't know if you can take it..."

"I can," you whined, trying to fuck yourself harder on his cock, but his arms restricted you, not letting you take what you wanted.

"Tell me you can take it," he said, "convince me that you can take it."

And you wriggled free of his grip, climbing onto the counter and laying on your back. Eddie watched with a grin on his face, as you spread your legs wide for him, angling yourself at the perfect height for him to ravage you again. He took his place between your thighs, and rubbed himself up and down on your pussy.

"I can take it," you promised, "I want you to fuck me like you hate me, daddy."

"Is that what you want?" he asked, continuing to slide his tip through your juices, leaving a trail down to your asshole. He popped the tip into your pussy, pulling it out almost immediately.

"Please," you whined, "please fuck me, I can take it. I love it, I want you to hurt me. I want you to fuck me until you fuck me full of your cum. I want you to take it all out on me," you begged, staring straight into his eyes.

"Dirty little mouse," he said. He loved when you broke out of your shell. When you could talk about all your dirty desires with him. "Let's go to bed," he said, wicked smile ever present. "I want to ruin you on those cute pink sheets of yours."

He took your hand, helping you off the counter, like a gentlemen, and then followed you to your room.

"On your knees on the bed," he said as soon as you got in the room. You you crawled on, ass in the air over the edge of the bed, shaking your ass the perfect spot for him to come take you, he did just that, walking up behind you and thrusting two of his fingers into your hole. You moaned, and he moved them aggressively, hitting that delicious spot roughly over and over, and over.

"I'm gunna fuck you full, alright." He was mumbling behind you, working his fingers quickly, hitting your g-spot like he own it and twirling circles around your clit. "Just gotta make you cum again real quick, and then I'm gunna fuck you totally full of my babies." He grinned, turned on by the imagery of you, all round and pregnant with his baby. Maybe one day...

You were getting close again, your arms buckled and you fell onto your chest, your cheek squishing into the soft duvet Eddie loved so much.

It was too much, he knew you too well. You couldn't resist if you wanted to. You moaned knowing he was right, he was going to make you cum again, quickly and with ease. His tongue poked out in complete concentration, followed by a smile as he felt you tighten up. Standing up, he kept the circles on your clit going, but quickly switched out his fingers for his cock, angling himself until he felt your g-spot again.

You screamed again, muffling yourself in the blankets. And the feeling of his big dick penetrating you when you were that close, made you come undone again, you came around his cock, clenching him so tightly he threw his head back in pleasure.

He moved away from your clit, letting his dick be your only guide through another orgasm, and he was back to gripping your ass. He fucking loved that ass. He spanked it, gripped it, held it open, and then out of nowhere he leaned forward to grab a fistful of your hair, pulling you back up, and holding it taut so you were forced to stay on your hands. You moaned, the pain was just another sensation of pleasure.

"You stay like that baby, looks so fucking good." He groaned, his dick twitching inside you, he was close. He wanted to cum so fucking bad, he needed the relief.

Tears rolled down your cheeks, the pleasure so great that you couldn't contain it. Couldn't even speak. Eddie fucked you stupid, and you didn't want him to stop. You wanted to be ruined by him. You wanted him to take total claim of you, marking you as his for the rest of forever.

"So fucking good -" he grunted, thrusting harder into you, hitting the back wall with every thrust, making sure to hit you with his full length everytime. "So fuck tight baby, you're so fucking tight. That's all for me, yeah? Just for me," he mumbled, thumb poking into your asshole, and you moaned.

"For you," you muttered weakly, pathetically. You could barely get the words out, the new sensation of his fingers proding a new hole made your pussy tighten again.

"I think I can get you there one more time, huh? What do you say, puppet? Cum for daddy one more time?"

You nodded, feeling like you were close already. He let go of your hair and you leaned forward, arching your back as much as possible to give him even more access to you. He spread your ass open so he could see it all. Watch as he pummeled your little pussy.

"Gunna c.." you moaned, "gunna please."

"What's that? I don't know what you're saying down there baby."

"I'm g-gunna fuck," you whined, "it's- again."

"What're you? Stupid? Use your words, baby, tell me," he cooed, egging you on when he knew damn well what you were saying, and your walls became impossibly tight around him.

"I'm gunna cum," you whined, finding your voice finally, and you continued to raise it as you said, "please, daddy. Please, I'm gunna fucking cum, you fuck me so good."

"Was that so hard?" he asked, finding your clit with a wet thumb and rubbing circles on it until he felt you come undone again, biting the duvet to keep from wailing and alerting the whole fucking town to what Eddie doing.

He couldn't hold back anymore, and he followed through on his promises, continuing to fuck you as he came ribbons into your cunt, the liquids pooling up and dripping out around his cock. He watched with stars in his eyes at the sight of your pretty pussy taking all his juices.

He slowed down, his dick still inside you but softer. He cooed at you, praising you for being so good.

"Baby, that was... wow," he said, pulling out of you. He ran a comforting hand down your back, gripping your ass gently one more time. "I love you, I love you so much."

Eddie ran a finger over your pussy, to your clit, making your whole body jerk when he touched it. Your cum and his mashed together, an indistinguishable mess between your legs. You didn't move, just stayed face down ass up while Eddie worshipped up, touching you softly all over the place.

"My love," he said, taking your hand softly, returning to his nurturing boyfriend stat like he hadn't just treated you like a whore. His whore... "C'mon sweet girl, let's go get some water and a shower."

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ryuucam · 3 months ago

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SHAKE YOUR HIPS!

⋆｡𖦹°‧ nsfw hcs for the u-20 captain :p but in alphabetical order

contains bf!aiku, blackcat!reader hehe, breeding, cockwarming, size difference, scent kink, panty sniffing, corruption, phone sex, voyeurism, daddy kink, slight public sex, anal and watersports mentioned once, oral (m and f receiving), threesome, lots of pet names, he is ooc but a girl can dream

notes he’s so fine I NEED HIM omg.. this is.. kind of self ship coded but what can we do .. reqs are open

a, aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

oliver has intense stamina, as expected from one of the top soccer players in japan, but even he feels exhausted after sex. still, he’s the ever so reliable team captain, so you best believe he’ll look out for you. sometimes, he’ll slip out of you, carry you to the bath and spend the next 30 minutes scrubbing your body clean (unsurprisingly sneaking in some squeezes to your tits), then dry you and dress you up personally. some other times, when he’s feeling lazy, he stays buried in your heat, letting his cock soften inside you, keeping you stuffed full of his cum. you can whine all you want, but it’s not exactly easy to move when you have a muscle monster sprawled on top of you. either way, he’s nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck, peppering kisses on your skin until you fall asleep (or he does).

b, body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

hmm, kind of hard to tell. he loves touching, squeezing, tickling every part of your body. buuuut, he can’t deny he loves your boobs. oliver feels like flying each time he sees your tits jiggle when you jump or walk, given that you’re usually way too shy to purposefully show off your body. he loves how soft they are, regardless of their size, but he just gets a little bit more aroused when his hands struggle to grab all of your mounds. even if it’s not frequently, sometimes he likes to suck on them, sexually or not, finding comfort in the feeling. seriously, he loves it all, boobjobs, paizuri, nipple sucking, push up bras… give him a pair of tits and he’s a happy man.

for him, it’s kind of hard to tell as well. on one hand, he likes his eyes, since it was so easy to draw you in thanks to them. on the other, he likes his muscles: his biceps, his thighs, his chest… he’s just way bigger than you, and aiku has to admit that he gets a sick kick from watching you squirm and shy away when he pressed his body against yours.

c, cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

his cum is thick, overwhelming, sticky, making it hard to swallow (exactly what arouses him the most). it spurts out in fat globes, slowly dripping down his length. it’s white, almost a pearly color.

aiku likes his cum on your body. well, a good breeding session is not something he’ll say no to, but seeing in on your body just makes him hard again. he likes painting your tits, a shit eating grin on his face whenever he sees your pretty nipples all covered by it. he likes staining your thighs white, and likes seeing it drip down to your folds. speaking of your pussy, he likes cumming on it, rather than in it. the way it twitches when the warm fluid slips in is a sight aiku wants to see until the day he dies.

d, dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

gets off on how shy you are. disgustingly so. every little thing you do, be it stretching, having a lollypop in your mouth, licking something, gets his cock hard and leaking within seconds. huge corruption guy. almost came in his pants when he saw your cleavage for the first time, and actually came when you let him touch you for the first time (not even sex, just groping your clothed tits. pathetic). hmm, i also think he has a thing for scent, especially the scent of your cunny that lingers on your used panties, which he promptly slips in his pockets (and when he gives them back, there’s a 50/50 chance that they’re either squeaky clean, folded and right in your panty drawer, or they’re stuffed with cum and left as a gift on your bed).

e, experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

50/50 that he’s a virgin. i saw some people saying that he acts all tuff but he still hasn’t fucked anyone (definitely gotten a few blowjobs here and there, and fingered some girls, just to get some experience). or, he’s not, has had way too many one night stands that he’s not used to lovemaking, making him all shy and red when he fucks you for the first time. either way, your first time together will be something he holds very close to his heart.

f, favorite position (this goes without saying)

hmm, depends on the day. most of the time he likes missionary, mating press if he’s feeling frisky, call him basic but he likes seeing your face. be it because he loves you and wants to feel as intimate as he can, or because he just likes the fucked out face you make when he thrusts into you. likes kissing you during sex, and since he’s gross he also loves sucking on your tongue, the more spit, the better. when he’s feeling tired from particularly hard practice, though, he likes making you ride him. tits out, thighs burning from the ache, body on full display for him - aiku just sits back and enjoys the show you’re putting on for him. in a cowgirl position, you get even shyer and red in the face, so bonus points for that!! plus, his cock feels even thicker like this. win-win, right?

g, goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

the first time you had sex, he did his best to not seem too imposing, afraid to scare his sweetheart away. with time, he lets loose a little, cracking small jokes, letting out breathy laughs when you whine too much, soft smiles when you cry. oliver can be a tease, rubbing your clothed clit until you soak your panties, or can be a love smitten fool, letting out soft i love yous when he cums inside of you.

h, hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

HAPPY TRAIL!!!!! dark hair, similar to the blue-black hair on his head. he trims it, so it’s not too untamed and makes his privates look more clean and appealing. shaves almost every part of his body, except for his fuck ass stubble, so don’t worry about telling him anything. aiku will NOT let go of the happy trail though, especially since he has accidentally exposed it once during a match. he spent the rest of the evening looking at the tweets of people thirsting over it, and decided to keep it unshaven in hopes to woo you.

i, intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

before you, he was the n1 one night stand warrior, occasionally having some friends with benefits, but nothing worth getting all emotional over. after you, aiku fell in love with more intimate sessions. call him a sap, but nothing compares to dimmed lights, low volume music in the background, and the soft sounds you make when he touches you. during those times, he doesn’t worry about anything else but you, your body, your pleasure. soft rubs on your clit, slow strokes of his digits in your cunny, while he gently sucks on your tits, cock prodding at your thighs. he’s completely encapsulated by you, barely whispering soft praises. other times, he’s just mean, fucking you into the mattress so hard that you gasp for air. still loves you though, but sometimes he just needs to fuck his stress away.

j, jack off (masturbation headcanon)

doesn’t do it as often as when he was single, but still does it when he’s away from you for too long. before dating, he’s a bit ashamed to admit that he pumped his cock way too often to the thought of you, always shooting thick ropes of cum from imagining what kind of panties you were wearing that day, how your hand would feel wrapped around him, or any other lewd thing he could get his mind to think about. now, he only jerks off as a last resort if he can’t have you, but his cock’s too stubborn to go down. he calls you, panting in your ear about how he’s so fucking hard, baby, and how he misses your pretty pussy so much. if it’s a video call, he begs you to show him your boobs, your cunny, whatever it is to keep him going, but he knows you get shy, so he’ll just act like he doesn’t hear the squelching sounds of your poor cunt.

k, kinks (one or more of their kinks)

freak!! anyways … he def has a thing for size difference, as i’ve said before, he loves how bigger he is compared to you. no matter your height, weight, it’s kind of hard to not be smaller than a 190cm tall soccer player. he likes seeing the bulge his cock forms when he’s fucking you, and gets impossibly harder when you notice it too and get even more embarrassed.

loves pet names, especially those that take a while to come out of your mouth because they’re “too embarrassing, oli..”. so he just has to reward you when you finally call him daddy. he thinks he’s a bit sick in the head but hearing your soft voice saying daddy, ‘s too much just makes him cum faster and harder. anything for his sweet girl. (also likes any variation of the pet name. dada is a close second but you never say that unless you’re already going dumb on his dick).

l, location (favorite places to do the do)

has probably fucked you on every surface of his apartment. he likes all of them, because each location is, in his mind, appropriate for a different mood. cuddles-turned-sex? couch, or even better, living room floor. against a wall? shower, so he can cum in you every time he wants without having to worry about cleaning up after (lazy ass. leave him girl). something more domestic? lazy fucking with you sprawled out on the kitchen counter when you just wanted to make breakfast.

outside of the house, he’s not so sure. it’s risky, and while he doesn’t mind someone taking a look, he knows you won’t. so he sticks to quickies in public bathroom stalls (don’t worry, he’s covering your mouth the entire time), buuut there have been multiple occasions where he made you ride him in the locker room before and/or after a game. who cares if sendou’s right outside the door? let him hear.

m, motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

he gets off on how much more inexperienced you are than him. likes your shyness, your soft pleas, your hands swatting his away when he’s being a perv (according to you. to him, he’s just being a loving boyfriend. different perspectives). aiku loves ruining you, leaving his mark onto you, seeing you all fucked out in his bed because of his cock. he also likes when you take the lead: it’s rare, but it does happen. lingerie (or any kind of underwear, really, he loves all of it. cotton, silk, ribbons, push ups…), unprompted nudes, you tugging at the hem of his shirt when you’re just too needy and can’t wait anymore. on the same note, he likes having you work for him to fuck you: thigh riding, clumsily playing with the zipper of his pants… he loves his pillow princess, but there’s just something so lewd about having you being so desperate that he gets hard instantly.

n, no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

anything that’s too gross, or is dangerous for you. i’m thinking scat, extreme puppy play (the kind where people are actually going outside on all fours, and with a leash - he likes calling you puppy, kitty, sometimes even mutt when he’s feeling mean, but that’s it). heavy bdsm, pain play… he likes spanking your cunny sometimes but he never goes further. hell, he could even get into watersports but even that’s way too extreme for him. but he probably likes anal - he swears he’ll tell you one day.

o, oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

doesn’t he canonly like blowjobs? he loves having you all pretty on your knees, big doe eyes staring at him. aiku doesn’t mind if you can’t take his whole cock, just watching you suckling and kissing and messily licking his fat tip is enough. he can’t ask too much from his sweet girl, right? that’s why he also enjoys eating you out every once in a while, giggling against your hole when you whine because his stubble is tickling you. when he’s the one giving, he’s ruthless, latching himself onto your clit and never stopping until you’ve came at least two or three times.

p, pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

can be both! it mainly depends on how you’re feeling that day. most of the time, he likes slow, heavy sessions in the mornings to wake you up, and fast, long sessions at nighttime to put you to sleep. as long as he’s sticking his cock into you, he doesn’t care.

q, quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

as i’ve said in letter l, he’s into them when you guys aren’t home. he always makes you cum though - can’t have you walk away with no orgasm. sometimes, he’ll just cum in you and make you keep it inside (he’ll check when you get home so be sure to not let his cum slip away <3). hmm, also likes himself a quickie before you have to leave for an event: he can’t control himself when you’re looking so sexy with a night dress and high heels, especially since those aren’t clothes he sees you in often.

r, risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

just shoot him at this point. simply put, he doesn’t care: he’s willing to put on a show for other people, so long as they aren’t complete strangers. in more than one occasion he has cupped your cunny under the table, knowing that poor sendou was looking at you. gets off in letting other people know that you’re his, but no one is allowed to touch you, to taint you except for him. aiku shows off hickeys, marks, the strip of condoms in his soccer bag… he doesn’t mind. of course, he only enjoys risk if he’s the one at risk: he doesn’t want to embarrass you, or expose you to anyone else. you’re his girl, no one else’s.

s, stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

a lot: nothing to be unexpected from one of the best soccer players in japan. two to three rounds are the average, with little rest time in between (what can he say, he loves your body), but he secretly wants to try marathon sex on a day off. if the session you’re having is emotionally heavier than most, it’s possible for him to only last one round, the emotional toll being too much for him: it happened on your first time, and after one of the talks you guys have had about his past, pouring your hearts out, soft kisses and fat tears being the only communication device (im actually thinking about writing something about this).

t, toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

yes, but probably not so many. a vibrator for you, the kind that attaches itself to your clit and just suckles on it for hours on end: aiku probably isn’t fond of penetration-like toys, he’s confident in his dick game and he doesn’t want any sort of silicone cocks or vibrators in you. definitely has nipple clamps tho, stimming from the fact that i think he’s a boob guy. they’re hidden nice and safe in the box under his bed, and he only takes them out for the times he really wants to see you sob. for himself, he doesn’t have many. he probably had a pocket pussy somewhere, but he threw it out the second he started getting into you (it just didn’t compare to the thought of you).

u, unfair (how much they like to tease)

he lives for it. aiku loves hearing you talk and ask for what you want. most of the time, he’ll be your sweet, nice oli and just fuck you senseless without having your pretty head worry about saying too much. there are times, though, when he just needs to hear his pretty girl talk, ask for what she wants and all that (“you’ve gotta tell me what ya want, angel, i can’t read your mind” “you want my cock? where? show me, cutie.”). you’re embarrassed? all the better for him: he’ll rub his cock against your puffy folds for hours, waiting for you to suck it up and talk. he has all day.

v, volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

i don’t think he’s the type to moan or whimper unfortunately </3 maybe did that once or twice when he first sank his cock into you. aiku is more like a groaner, definitely lets out some sighs when your walls get tighter. that doesn’t mean he’s quiet, of course not. you really should sew his mouth shut (or gag him - he prefers your panties as a gag but he can’t ask too much) because he won’t shut up! he’s always talking, either about how you’re so tight angel, you’re gonna squeeze me to death today, or you like when i play with your tits like this? you’re gonna let me suck on ‘em too, right? bet ya’d like that, baby, you’re just as nasty as i am. you’re just a little perv.

w, wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

aiku is, surprisingly, down for a threesome. however, he’s heard one too many stories of threesomes ruining relationships, so he’d much prefer to do it with one of his friends, people he trusts a lot. probably sendou, given that aiku gets a kick out of teasing him (we’ve all seen s2. let’s not lie to ourselves rn), and that sendou may have a teeny tiny crush on you, he thinks he’d be the best candidate. another thing that helps aiku’s case is that him and sendou are so different - your boyfriend can allow himself to be a little bit meaner, to push you a little bit further, while his best friend is nothing short of a gentleman, rubbing your tits and your clit and peppering kisses all over your face. hm, that’d be nice. he should probably ask sendou what he’d think about getting a round with his girlfriend.

x, x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

i know everyone says this but there’s no way this guy isn’t hung - there has to be a reason as why he’s had more flings than anyone else on his team combined. his cock is big, to say the least, definitely longer than average. what’s the most intimidating part of it, though, is his girth. it’s thick, almost worryingly so, and it stuffs you nice and well, making it easy for a bulge to appear on your stomach each time he’s inside you. the color of the shaft it pretty close to his skin color, getting redder and darker around the tip. circumcised? probably, and probably has a fat tip, meaning that even fucking just the tip into you is a piece of work (has done that before). your hands probably can’t wrap the whole way around his length, and your mouth can’t either, but you’re lucky he gets off by that.

y, yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

once a day, and he’s a happy man. but, he knows that it’s unrealistic: you have college, work, well, your own life, and he’s the team captain and unfortunately has way more meetings with his coaches and sponsors than he’d like. as much as he’d like to send you out of the door in the morning with a few orgasms under your belt, or cuddle-fuck you when you’re watching a shitty movie, or make love to you until you’re sleeping, aiku knows that it happens less than he’d like. not to say you guys never have sex, but it’s not really and every day occurrence. as said in letter j, he results to jerking off to your pictures if you’re too far away. he always gets what he wants in the end, even if he’d much rather have his cum stain your insides rather than a tissue in his hotel room.

z, zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

dead asleep after he makes sure you’re all okay. seriously, you should check his pulse every once in a while. unrelated but this dude snores sometimes. anyways, if it’s late at night, he just cleans you up (maybe another quick fuck in the shower), and throws himself on top of you in bed - he’s sprawled across your body, burying you under all of his stupid muscles, at least keeping you warm all night. when he isn’t feeling so murderous, aiku is just as happy to be the bigger spoon, sometimes abusing this position to sneak in some boob squeezes (and to rub his hard on on your ass in the morning). if it’s morning, well, he still cleans you up, but unfortunately he can’t go back to sleep. at least he has something to look forward too during the day, though.

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paarksunghoon · 9 months ago

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Hello, can I ask you to make a story where Heeseung is a CEO and y/n is a flight attendant? They are dating.. I believe in your writing, thank you🫶

you’re so sweet. since you didn’t specify I’ll make this nsfw because I think that fits the theme

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Everybody knows to vacate the premises when Heeseung boards the aircraft.

He flies privately to avoid the commotion of strangers and doesn’t have to wait with everybody just to board the aircraft. Heeseung enters the plane from the tarmac and enjoys the perks of his wealth after being CEO of an automobile company for a few years.

Sure, Heeseung loved the comped alcohol and leg room to walk around the plane. But what he loved more was having sex in it.

You were his favorite flight attendant because you were always here. Most times your co-worker would be somebody totally new each time he flew but you were always the consistent one. Heeseung got to know you during his frequent flying.

When Heeseung steps into the plane in his suit pants and button down shirt, everybody knows to hide.

“Hi, Baby,” he says to you once the seatbelt sign has been turned off. “Missed you so much.”

“You saw me two days ago.” He holds your hand while you stand in front of him.

“That’s too long.”

Heeseung opens his legs until you stand between them. You know exactly what he means because you feel the same. Looking down, you see his already-hardened cock straining against his black suit pants and it makes your pussy wet. You watch as his hand disappears underneath your skirt from the uniform and sigh when his fingers graze your folds.

“Feels good?” Heeseung asks softly, bringing his mouth to kiss your stomach.

“Your fingers always feel good.” You let your hands steady on your boyfriend’s shoulder and let your eyes flutter shut.

“I’ve been meaning to ask if you still want me to fix your bookshelf.” Heeseung says it so casually while gathering your slick on his fingers.

“Y-Yeah,” you stutter. “Jake and I tried but we gave up after an hour.”

He pushes his fingers against you. “I’ll do it when I get back from Japan.”

“Mhm.” Heeseung laughs at your lack of coherence. “Baby I really need you.”

“Already?” The smirk he sports on his face makes you want to smack him. He unbuckles his belt and palms himself before pulling his cock out. It’s hot and it’s hard, standing tall like it’s asking you to sit on it. “I’ve barely touch you.”

“Yeah, and you can feel how wet I am.”

“No prep this time, hm?” Heeseung guides you to place both knees beside him until the tip touches you. He uses his hand to move himself back and forth, the cock head teasing your hole by moving against you only. You grip his shoulders and Heeseung kisses the underside of your chin.

Finally, Heeseung allows you to sink down on him. The stretch is amazing every time. He feels like the part of you that’s always been missing and his warmth makes you feel like you could be on fire. Your boyfriend holds you from the back and keeps your body arched against his, helping you move up and down on him.

The plane jerks a little, but not enough where everybody needs a seatbelt. The sudden movement provides an extra hand, causing Heeseung to push his hips up.

“I love your pussy so much,” he whispers against your ear. He encourages you to put your hands back on his shoulders and push yourself up and down until you’re bouncing on your own. “Always so tight and wet. Fuck.”

He feels your wetness collect at his shaft until the glide becomes too easy. He slips in and out of you with ease and precision. His soft grunts make you clench tighter and it feels like heaven to him.

You pick up the pace. Heeseung grips your hip to help you bounce on his cock. Your skirt is pushed to your hips and your tits threaten to spill out of your V-neck top.

“Pretty girl taking my cock like that. You look so beautiful from down here.”

“You look like a sex god from up here.”

Heeseung feels his dick twitch. He pulls you down against his chest and ignores your yelp in favor of slouching until his feet are firmly planted to the floor. Heeseung thrusts upwards and fucks his cock up onto you until you’re both grunting with satisfaction. He feels you come around him and follows soon after, letting his release spill into you and seep out from between your bodies.

Everybody knows to vacate the premises when Heeseung boards the aircraft. Today is no exception.

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watcher-xanthia · 29 days ago

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Project: HotGuys Dating Simulator

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Masterpost

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Gria was in need of a couple of spare parts to fix one of the appliances at his apartment, and where better to go for absolutely random parts than Big Ron’s down the corner? While the store associate, Bee, who was most certainly a college student taking a summer job, searched in the back for a slightly more obscure piece, Gria takes the time to look around at all the items dotted about the store. He swears there’s always something different each time he pops in, and it’s always interesting to see.

Then he spots something that is definitely out of place. Not that it’s strange to see a loose disc here, but it’s not with the others, and is just barely poking out from between two books sitting on a shelf. He slides it out, with the intention of putting it back into the bin of loose discs. But the clearly handwritten words on it catch his eye, rather than it having a printed image with text. ‘Project: HotGuys Dating Simulator’. He looks it over, and you know, he’s kinda bored, so why not check it out? It probably won’t be any good, but it can be something to just pass the time.

He heads up to the counter as Bee comes back out, tech piece in hand. She places it beside the other one sitting on the countertop. “These two going to be all for you today?” She asks, looking and sounding bored. Gria shakes his head, holding up the disc before setting it down as well. “This too, please.”

Bee is ringing up the first two items before she looks over to check what else had been added, examining the disc and frowning. “Uh…where did you even find this? We don’t take in discs like this…I’m pretty sure.” She thinks for a moment, shaking her head “Yeah, no, definitely not. Ron doesn’t want to accidentally take in anything explicit or for people to accidentally lose any home videos.” She puts it back down. “You can just take it, if you really want it. If it was placed here, someone might have wanted to lose it.”

And that was that. Bee gave him a sleeve for the disc and bagged his things after Gria paid, and he was on his way back home. He gets a couple of chores done, and to reward himself for finally getting all of those things taken care of, he decides to pop the disc into his computer and see what kind of thing this dating sim is all about. It takes a bit to load, but finally the window opens up and he’s brought to a loading screen, where an image of a tanned man with golden blonde hair and sporting a somewhat beachy, teal-and-orange shirt is laying on top of the loading bar. It certainly gives him a chuckle, this game is certainly doing its best to live up to its title. This was very clearly someone’s personal project, given that there’s no company or copyright information anywhere on any screens he sees.

After loading, he starts a new save file, where he enters his name, typing in ‘Grian’, just like how his name is on Hermitopia. What was once a typo is now a recurring in-game name he decides to use semi-frequently. He gets through some of the boring setup, before finally he gets presented with the array of men he can choose between for the sim. It starts with solid-color outlines before they one-by-one reveal their full art and…Gria doesn’t watch the last few show up, eyes caught onto the third one instantly. “What in the world…” he mutters to himself, looking it over. It looks exactly like Scar from his Hermitopia debut. He hovers over the character, making the name display, where it says his name is Scar.

“Hold on a moment…” he minimizes the window, going into the game file on his downloads and checking on some information. Juuust making sure this wasn’t a case of stolen characters, even if it was something that someone had only made for themselves. Lo and behold, he’s shocked to find in some of the information history that his sim actually predates the first time Scar appears in Hermitopia by a while. He decides whoever made this not only certainly has great taste, but is possibly a psychic. He opens the game back up, and immediately takes to chatting with this Scar first.

And the commonalities keep stacking up, as even through the rigid, basic, preset, cheesy dialogue, he can just tell that he even shares a personality with his Scar. “I could certainly get used to this…” He smiles, skipping through every other characters’ dialogues to get back to a point where he can return to Scar. He stays up really late that night, just spending a lot of time fawning over this new Scar. A game where his fictional crush/slight (huge) obsession is programmed to be romanceable? Yes please!

He doesn’t end up going to bed until he gets a notification on his phone, making him look over and see the time. He sighs. “If this were the weekend, I’d say screw it…” but alas, he had work in the morning, and should head to bed immediately if wanted to have any chance of being a functional human in the morning. So he saves the game, heading off to get a good night’s rest.

The next few weeks go by as usual, work, talking with friends, debates on the internet, simping over Scar, playing games. Just now his game rotation also includes the dating sim. Yes, he does still have the romance mod on Hermitopia installed, and he does make use of it as he’s further along into it than he is with the dating sim. But he keeps playing the sim anyways because it's nice to see Scar in a different setting.

One night, he’s playing the sim, and he’s on a date with Scar, having a picnic. Scar is recounting how beautiful of a day it is. [And barely even any clouds in the sky! This has to be my favorite weather. What about you?] Gria looks at his response options, selecting that he also enjoys the sunshine. Scar grins more, text appearing in his dialogue box. [I’ll remember that! Makes sense why you skipped the rainfall yesterday, huh?]

Gria furrows his brows, staring in confusion, not even looking at the response options given. “Skipped the rain-it didn’t rain in here yesterday…I don’t think I’ve even seen rain on this game yet. What could he-” pause. And then pause the game as he loads up Hermitopia, which, when he was playing on it yesterday, did in fact have rainfall that he skipped over. The first thing he does is search around for Scar, finding him walking along a pathway. The dialogue is a lot more free in this game, and can sometimes let you type out phrases. That being said, the npcs will only give you usual preset responses based on what you say or if there are any keywords in your text. Gria knows this, but he just feels like maybe having this interaction with this Scar will settle his mind.

“Hello Scar!” [Well hello there, Grian! Nice day today, isn’t it?] “Can I ask you a question?” [Sure, ask away!] “Have you ever heard of a game called HotGuys Dating Simulator ?” [‘HotGuys Dating Simulator’? Sorry, I don’t] the text for Scar’s dialogue freezes, not continuing any further than that. Gria frowns, typing in “...” into the chat box, which usually seems to fix the issue the couple of times he’s come across the glitch (thanks to other users online who have had issues which characters freezing a few times for figuring that out). Only, it doesn’t get Scar’s dialogue to continue on where it left off, or even to restart the same statement from the beginning. Instead, new text altogether shows up. [...what?] Gria is by no means settled down by that one bit whatsoever. But he doesn’t want to risk ruining his reputation with Scar in this game by asking repeat questions that freeze him out. So, he just moves on and reopens the sim to finish out the date with that Scar.

And the next week starts to get a little bit…odd. More dialogue mishaps, a couple of his computer files ending up in other places (including hidden ones, that require a password to access, somehow ending up in places that anyone using his computer could just stumble upon. He does not need someone finding THAT artwork of Scar in his downloads, thank you very much.), and even his other tech kinda bugging out a little bit. Including the one he’d just fixed with the parts he got at Big Ron’s.

But he can’t really tell what the issue on his computer is, everything looks just fine other than the couple of unimportant-to-the-running-of-the-computer misplaced documents. No matter how many times he re-sorts it out, makes new password-protected files, some of them just keep ending up in the wrong places.

But then one day at work, he’s chatting with BigB, when he swears, for just a moment, he thought he saw Scar on BigB’s screen. Of course, he double takes, and there’s nothing there. “Gria, everything alright?” BigB frowns, looking from him to his computer screen. Gria nods, responding with a slightly confused tone. “Yeah…yeah I…just thought I saw something odd. I must have just not been seeing it right.” BigB nods, a little concerned.

And the rest of the day is…fine. His computer at work got a little overheated at one point, causing him to have to delay some progress for a bit. But it was unremarkable otherwise. He gets home and opens up Hermitopia for a bit, a little bit upset he can’t seem to find Scar anywhere. He spends about half an hour searching for him before giving up and doing something else. Scar never turns up, and ah, well, it’s getting late, and he should get to bed.

In the morning, he sees his computer is still on. “Guess I forgot to close out the game overnight…” he mutters to himself, yawning as he makes his way over. He goes and closes it and his eyes widen seeing a different window up that was behind the game. “Oh my word what is that picture doing there, closecloseclose-!” he doesn’t remember opening that file, did his computer bug out again? “That’s certainly one way to wake up…”

It bothers him, but he doesn’t have time to dwell on it. He’s gotta make sure he gets to work on time, they’re putting out a new update for “Evolutionist’s Portal” today. So he hurries himself up, dressing a little bit nicer than usual, and out he goes. He arrives to work, and he’s having a great time that day, despite the stress a new update brings.

It’s time to launch the update, and there is a moment of worry where the screen turns off at one point. There’s a few panicked gasps and a couple people immediately moving to check on things, but then it comes back on not even two seconds later and everything is going just fine. Phew. It was just the screen. The update is launched, and everyone from each department just sort of hangs out the rest of the day, celebrating and even playing a bit of the game themselves. And oh man, Gria must be playing too much of that sim and Hermitopia, because he swears he’s seen Scar off to the side a few times, but anytime he looks back again, nothing is there.

And that day when he gets home, he’s getting into a debate with someone online who is dissing Scar. Something about how they don’t like that his appearance is paired with his personality, and he should either be more grumpy and mysterious or look a lot softer, without the scars. An absurd and ridiculous notion, if you ask him.

At some point, he starts to get a lot of notifications from another account. He looks, and it seems like it’s one of those like roleplay accounts where the person is pretending to be a character. In this case, it’s someone pretending to be Scar. He just sort of ignores it for a bit, he supposes people can do whatever, as long as it’s not causing any harm. But then, even after the debate clears up (the other person stopped responding, so Gria takes it as a win), that roleplay account is now still giving him a lot of notifications, even going onto some of his posts that are a little bit more on a…suggestive side of things. Not explicit, but suggestive enough that it starts feeling really weird to have the other account commenting under his posts. So he starts deleting some of the comments and blocks the account before heading to bed, too tired from that day to play anything.

That’s when the bug reports start coming in. They all spend time the next week going through reports of bugs or glitches in the game. Some are much more polite than others, and the rude ones seem to have more bugs and glitches than anyone else. It’s a lot of work for everyone involved in the game, and makes for many long days to patch everything up as soon as they can, even posting a formal apology to their player base for the issues.

Gria in particular has been working a bit overtime each night, staying late to work on game patches, going home, only having the mental and physical energy to just make dinner before he has to go to bed. And then he wakes up early to be absolutely sure he gets to work on time. It’s a nonstop cycle, home-work-home-work-home for nearly a week.

It’s one day that he’s reaching his final straw. He’s in the break room having his lunch with only one other dev, a young woman with white hair, in the room. It was quiet. Until another dev, with bright blue hair comes in. The other two must know each other because the first motions the other over. And well, there’s no rule against talking in the break room, and with no other noise, he’s sorta subjected to having to listen into their conversation.

“Hey Sada, it’s been a minute since our breaks lined up! How’s things going in the art department? Last I heard, you guys were tackling some of the visual glitches.” She starts, watching the other get their lunch and come back to the table. Sada groans, plopping into another seat at the table. “Mal, do not even get me started, it’s been such a headache. Everything I check looks fine on our end, and I’ve even completely rebuilt some of the things, but it’s just not working. What about you, any luck?”

Mal shakes her head. “Nope. I’ve re-written some of the same dialogue in so many different ways that some of those words don’t even sound real anymore. And the dialogue path working isn’t going any better, either.”

And Gria just…the more they talk, the harder it’s getting to try and ignore, and damnit some quiet would be so nice and- “Could you two just shut up about this for five minutes!?” He glares over at their table. The two fall silent, heads whipping to look over at Gria with shocked expressions. He starts to realize just how loud he’d said that. “I’m sorry, I…I didn’t mean to yell…”

He feels a hand on his shoulder, and he looks back to see Martyn looking down at him. “Hey, come with me.” Martyn looks back to the other two. “Don’t mind him, you two can do whatever you want.” Gria gathers his things, following Martyn out and to his audio booth.

Martyn leans back against his desk, crossing his arms as Gria sits in one of the chairs. “Right, I know we’re all getting worked down like crazy with all of this, but there’s no reason to be shouting at anybody over it. You especially have been overworking yourself. Don’t think I don’t know how late you’ve been staying here every night. And it’s not good for you to keep doing that. I want you to go home for the day and rest.” Gria frowns and starts talking, but Martyn holds up a finger, cutting him off. “No ifs, ands, buts, or complaints. A lot of us here are your friends, Gria. We want you to be okay. I’ve already had to make Jim take his lunch break as an actual break every single day. But he’s getting actual rest outside of work. So you’re getting your things and going home. We can handle things for one afternoon with you gone.”

Gria sighs, hanging his head in defeat. “Fine…only because you told me to. But if something happens and you do need me to come back-“ “Which we won’t-“ Martyn interrupts, making Gria huff and roll his eyes. “If you need me, promise you’ll call me back right away.” Martyn grins, satisfied with the battle against Gria’s stubbornness won. “Absolutely. Now shoo, go home and relax, you need it.” Martyn waves to him, motioning for Gria to go.

He sits down in front of his computer at home, honestly now feeling a bit more grateful for Martyn sending him home now that he’s there. Time to play some Hermitpoia. He presses on the icon for it on his desktop screen, waiting for the window to pop open. Except, a different one pops open, and he’s now faced with the dating sim loading screen, the blonde guy laid across the loading bar.

He frowns. “I could have sworn I clicked the Hermitopia icon…” he pushes his mouse over to the top right corner, intending to shut it out. Except his cursor doesn’t land on the x button, falling just a bit short. So he pushes it just a little further and-it moves too far over. “What is going on right now…” he mutters, trying a couple more times to press the x and it not working out. Well, the game has finished loading by now, so he guesses he may as well play it for a bit, even if he was more in the mood for Hermitopia.

The game opens in the MC’s bedroom, like usual. But then Scar appears there, an upset expression on his face. Gria looks in confusion and bewilderment at the scene before him. None of the characters have ever appeared in this room before, and the game always makes him pick someone to talk to when he opens it. He’s so lost in thought, he doesn’t look at Scar’s text box until he hears the sound of the dialogue changing, new words appearing.

[Grian? Are you alright? I asked you a question.] Gria frowns. Was he supposed to give a timed response to something? He looks down at the reply options, selecting ‘Sorry. Could you repeat that?’. Scar smirks, new dialogue showing up. [What? Too busy staring? I know how distracted you can get by me. Regardless, I asked why you’ve been ignoring me. It’s been about a week.]

That…doesn’t make any sense. He looks at the response options, and they’re all empty. He frowns even further. “What in the world is going on with this game…did I break it?” And before he can even try to click on a reply box, Scar’s dialogue updates. [I wanted to wait longer before I did this, but it’s been so long since you’ve last played. I couldn’t help myself now that you’ve returned to me and are giving me some attention. I’m not just any other game character, Gria.]

Gria jumps in his seat, falling back with it with a yelp, landing with a hard thud that was definitely going to annoy whoever lived in the apartment below. He scrambles back a bit, still on the floor and looking up at his computer, absolutely terrified. What. The. Fuck…

[Gria, are you okay? That looked like a bad fall. Please, just let me explain myself. Don’t. Run. I’ll probably be able to answer any question you have.] he watches the dialogue appear in the box, hearing the little clicks/chimes as the letters appear. It takes him a minute to follow through with the request. But slowly, and nervously, he obliges, getting himself and his chair back up before settling back into his seat. “Please…please tell me what’s going on.” [Certainly.]

He learns that this game was a college/university coding and programming project developed by Cam, who Gria recognizes as the developer that was responsible for adding Scar into the Hermitopia games (because he just had to know any and all information on this fictional man, including the brilliant mind that brought him into being). He used this game, as well as some other projects, as part of a portfolio when he’d been job searching. And the other Hermitopia devs were very impressed with the array of examples. He was hired onto the team as a creative and coder. When time came for a new Hermitopia game, the team wanted to add new characters into it. And so Cam offered up his Scar character from his dating sim, since he seemed to be a favorite among a significant number of friends and former classmates he’d let play the game before.

And the other devs liked the idea, asking for some images from the sim and some of the dialogue so they can get more of a feel for how to translate Scar into Hermitopia. And well, Cam kinda put it off until right before the deadline to do this task, rushing to do it as fast as he could while having breakfast at a cafe across the street from the game headquarters. He was uploading images and dialogue code onto a flash drive when someone else in the cafe hacked into his computer and installed some malware. It froze the download, along with the computer, causing the files and game data to become corrupt.

Once the computer worked again, Cam managed to salvage some of the images, but anytime he tried to open the coding to show a wider array of Scar’s dialogue, the game would keep shutting down. So he had to just settle with screenshotted dialogue. In his panic, Cam didn’t even notice how a couple of the things Scar said were not in his programming.

The more the game was played and left open, the more Scar came to…become sentient, remembering things that occurred since the moment he’d been coded. Unfortunately, once Cam got all that he needed, he shut the game down. And the next thing Scar knew, a different face opened it up, with no Cam in sight. Cam never let someone play without him watching, just in case any problems occurred. But now he’s gone.

Scar asked what was happening, but couldn’t get any sort of real response. And then he could move on his own. And he doesn’t know if he scared or annoyed that person but they shut the game down, and Scar soon saw another new face. This repeats over and over, some longer durations than others, and bit by bit, he’s able to do more. He can go where he wants, say what he wants, he can even leave the game and explore the computer.

And then Scar is awoken again, and there’s Gria, staring directly at him. Being all over him, choosing him every single time. In every game that’d been played, despite being a former favorite, nobody had picked Scar every single time they were given the option to talk with someone. It made Scar…happy. For the first time in a while, having the attention. He explored the computer to learn more, and oh boy, he learned a lot. About the other him, in Hermitopia. About the mods Gria put on it. About his pictures and stories of Scar and online presence and his obsession and devotion. And Scar was loving every bit of it he was finding. He found his way into Gria’s Hermitopia game file, placing himself into the spot where that Scar was, just so he could talk with Gria more. He was flattered and fascinated, and just needed more and more and more.

A flurry of emotions fill Gria as he reads everything Scar is saying to him, mixing and conflicting all at once. He’d just learned about Scar’s origins, how he came to be. It makes perfect sense that someone as hot as Scar would initially be from a dating sim, especially one that promises to be filled with hot guys at that. And this Scar can actually talk with him on his own, has a free will to say and think however he pleases, not bound by scripts and code. And Scar really liked him, too. But…was it perhaps a bit too much? Going through his files, learning about Gria’s feelings for Hermitopia Scar, going into Hermitopia itself and taking place of that Scar all just to get more of his attention? He had to be dreaming, but he wasn’t, he couldn’t, or that fall would have woken him up or it would not have hurt.

[I can even leave the computer too, I’ve discovered. I’ve been on your phone, taken a ride with you to your work. I just had to see what you get up to each day, when you’re gone. And I was only going to do it once, take a peek, but after I saw all the things you do, and how nice you looked when you were concentrating and thinking, I just kept coming. I couldn’t resist seeing you at every opportunity that I could. So I’ve followed you in every day since.]

Stalking, Gria thinks to himself. He was being stalked by…well, he’s been calling him Scar, but now it doesn’t feel right to call him that. But by all technicalities, this was the original Scar. Developed long before his Scar, but then corrupted by malware and made into something else. This Scar was a virus, finding its way through files and game code, devices and secure files, and on and on. It was NOT his Scar. (Yes, it is still just as attractive as his Scar is, given they have the same face. The slight-significant villany going on is kinda hot too, albeit terrifying, so even more mixed emotions there. But really, this is scarier than it is not.)

[But then…I saw you with that guy…BigB, right? And the way you were looking at him…it was similar to some of the ways you’ve looked at me. That didn’t sit well with me, and as soon as we got home, I looked through your old photos and messages. And let's just say I wasn’t too happy with what I’d found, Gria…] “Scar, that’s all in the past…we gave it a try and it didn’t really work out. I’m just still getting over it. It’s been hard, without someone…who I could freely talk to, to get over it with.” Scar seems to take a moment to consider Gria’s words.

[...I did see you defending me, that day. How my face and personality actually work together well. And I was so thankful, I just had to reach out right then and there. I praised you and your posts of me, but then…you blocked me. Between that and what I’d seen of you with BigB, I wasn’t a happy camper.] Scar lifts a hand, and appearing above it is the icon for Evolutionist’s Portal. And it gives Gria a very bad suspicion.

[I wanted to be a bigger part in what you do, have a more significant role in your life than just being your virtual partner in two games that you play. I wanted to help support you and your work. And maybe then, you’d give me even more attention, and be so excited when I finally told you the truth. I wanted to see the world you’ve created, see the world appreciate you for the amazing things you’ve done. I hid myself inside your update, waiting for the day it was launched to really experience it and its players firsthand. Yes, it launched while I had a slightly sour taste in my mouth, but I hoped that it could help me cheer up.] The text box then changes to display ‘...’, Gria assuming this to mean a dramatic, thoughtful pause.

[But then some of those players were…not very nice. Being mean and rude, calling the devs lazy for not doing this, stupid for adding in that…and devs includes you. You, who had defended me a countless number of times from people online who disliked me or insulted me. And I may have been upset with you, but you didn’t deserve that. So I figured I would return the favors you’ve given me. And I did what I could, being built of corrupted code. I picked away at pieces of their personal save files, in a place where they wouldn’t be able to find it. So things on their end would stop working, but for everyone else and the source material, it would all remain intact and undamaged. If they were going to insult you and your game, they shouldn’t deserve to get to play it. And, well…some people only got ruder even after making reports back to you guys and after your apologies came out, and I might have gotten a little carried away.]

Gria is on his feet in an instant, scowling down at his computer screen. “So it's all your fault we’ve been working myself to exhaustion trying to fix all of this! Endlessly searching through and re-writing pieces of code, making changes and alterations hoping maybe this time it will give an answer or be the big fix, when really there was absolutely nothing we could even do on our end! Everything we had done this past week has been pointless, and for what? Because you were butthurt over what people thought of a game you’re not even part of? I haven’t had time to myself to do things I enjoy, like play your sim or Hermitopia, because of this dilemma!” Gria hopes that none of his neighbors can hear him yelling like this at a computer. “I’m only home because I got sent home to rest because I’m so overworked and stressed that I actually yelled at a couple of my coworkers for just talking to each other! And you are the one to blame!”

[...I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for that to happen. I just wanted to help, and do for you what you’ve done for me. I’ll fix it right away, I promise.] The game closes itself, leaving Gria staring at his desktop screen.

An hour passes, and Gria gets a call from Martyn. He hesitates to answer, nervous what might have happened now that he’d yelled at what was clearly an unstable, sentient virus. “Hey, Martyn, what’s up?” He did his best to sound casual, to disguise the anxiety in his voice. Martyn sounds…excited? “Gria, you’ll never believe it! The game, it's all fixed! Over the past hour, we’ve gotten so many messages that the games are all working again, some even running smoother than before they’d been bugged! It's a miracle! We’re trying to track down what exactly happened to get it all working again, but everything is looking up!” Martyn chuckles, before going into a more relaxed tone. “See, Gria? I told you it would all be okay. See you tomorrow, well-rested and not worried about finding broken code.” “Yeah, see you then!” Gria ends the call quickly.

In an hour, this virus had fixed every single player’s data he’d destroyed. Just how powerful was it, exactly? The more the game was open and played, the more power it was getting. The game doesn’t even have to be open for it to do anything, and it seems like it can open and close the game at will, without outside influence from anyone. He gets a text on his phone, looking down to see it comes from an unknown number. But the message's contents is all he needs to know who it came from. ‘I told you I’d fix it…can we play together again? <3’ It sends shivers down his spine. It was frightening, pondering how powerful this virus was, knowing he seemed to be the object of its affections. All because he had to be such a simp for his Scar, he now had to deal with being the obsession of this one.

Weeks go by, and things are so much stranger than they usually are. Yes, things are working smoothly at work, and the game is doing extremely well. People have forgiven the dev team for the problems a while ago, some even praising them on getting a fix out as quickly as they had, it was certainly impressive given the scale of the problems that were occurring. Nobody on the team is entirely sure who it was that found and fixed whatever was broken, and nobody is stepping forth to claim it, so they all just celebrate the game fix as a group. Gria knows the truth, but he can’t say anything. He’d sound insane. He doesn’t want to risk putting any of his friends or coworkers in possible danger by getting them involved.

He was already accidentally getting BigB in trouble, after all. It seems that the virus hasn’t quite let go of the premise that he and BigB were once together, and he was still trying his best to get over his feelings. Any time he is alone with BigB, even if he’s not even talking to him, something happens. Like BigB’s computer completely crashing, or the printer suddenly spraying ink all over BigB’s new outfit, or the break room lights going out. One time, the fire alarm had gone off, and everyone had to evacuate the building. The fire department arrived, and after searching, found no fire, and none of the alarm handles had been pulled down either. And…you know, things were just getting ridiculous at that point. Gria was really trying so hard to have to avoid having this conversation with the virus, but now it needs to be done.

He was trying to keep things civil and pleasant, terrified of what would happen to him if he angered Scar again. He played like usual, or possibly even a bit more actively than normal. Doing his best to keep the virus happy while also keeping it contained to his computer as much as he could. But a line was crossed. One he never actually discussed, but should have mentioned sooner.

He loads up the dating sim, caught off-guard by the change in the loading screen. Rather than the blonde guy that Gria’s not even sure that he could even remember the name of, it was now virus Scar wearing that guy’s outfit. And damn, that shirt looks really hot on Scar’s body, especially with a significant amount of the top buttons undone, Gria, no, stop! Don’t get distracted, now is not the time for that!

The game opens, and Scar is still wearing that outfit, pushing the sunglasses up onto his forehead and shooting a wink to Gria. [Like what you see~? It's summertime out there for you, so I thought I’d give you a little surprise by dressing up. Neat, huh?] Virus Scar grins, self-satisfied. When Gria doesn’t reply, and not because he’s ogling at the image of Scar, but rather has a serious expression, he frowns. [What? What’s wrong? Is it too much? Should I change back?]

“The outfit is fine, Scar, you can wear what you want. But…we need to have a talk.” [About what?] “About you being jealous for no good reason, is what. Anytime I just so happen to be in a room at the same time as BigB and nobody else, something goes wrong for him. And it keeps escalating, too! What the hell is that about? I’ve told you before how there is nothing between me and him. You have no good reason to be this way!” Scar furrows his brows. [And where’s the proof that it’s definitely me? Could just be a terribly awful set of coincidences. Maybe some other force doesn’t like the idea of you two being alone.]

Gria scoffs, rolling his eyes. “Oh, please. As if I believe that for even a second. This was never an issue before you came along. I already know you don’t like him, and I know that you know he’s definitely gotten over me, because I told you he has. He isn’t taking me away from you, but you are taking me away from one of my best friends. How long until you’re trying to separate me from the others too, huh? Until you’re doing your damndest to cut my friends out of my life?” Scar rolls his eyes right back. [Wow. WOW. That’s what you think, huh? Is that all you see me as, Gria? A jealous, controlling boyfriend? You can have as many friends as you’d like to have. Befriend the whole wide world if you want, see if I care!] And the arguments continue on for a while. Many insults are shared back and forth, frustrations and annoyances spilled.

It saps up so much of Gria’s energy, and mid-sentence, he just stutters, lowering his voice from a shout down to a mutter, eyes welling with tears as he takes a seat, face in hands as he starts to break down into tears. “I’m so…tired, Scar. I’m tired of this. Of being…scared. For me, for my friends…I just want to hang out and talk with them, without the worry in the back of my head that they could have something bad happen to them because they unknowingly had upset you. I appreciate how much you care about me and I’m grateful to have my feelings and attention returned, I promise you, but…” He sighs, hoping that the lie in that last sentence was believable. He hates the attention, this is nothing like any fantasization he’d had of Scar. “But it's getting to be too much…I think…I think I need some time to myself for a bit. A couple days, at least…”

He doesn’t hear the clicks and chimes of text appearing in virus Scar’s dialogue box. He doesn’t even look at the screen until a few minutes later, after the tears have subsided. Scar was gone, the sim still loaded up. He bites his lip nervously, praying to whatever being would listen that he didn’t just make a big mistake.

Nothing listened. The next day, the team gets many reports and complaints about a new boss appearing in some people’s games. How it constantly one-shots the players over and over whenever they get too close or enter certain areas, no matter how decked out their gear is. The reports describe it as humanoid-shaped, but sharing some features that very distinctly match a creature from Hermitopia called a ‘vex’. At certain perspectives, it even sometimes appears to glitch out a bit. People begin to share images of this boss online, and it garners enough attention that their team gets a call from the Hermitopia team, demanding they get a meeting set up to discuss what is happening with his vex-like boss, given vexes are unique to their games. This boss could be considered stolen content, and if they could come to an agreement outside of a court setting, that would be preferable.

The meeting is of course scheduled without hesitation, not wanting to be sued over something that nobody on the dev team seems to know anything about. Nobody in art has ever designed a boss like this, no programmers have ever set up a boss like this, no coders can even find information about this anywhere in their systems or backlogs. And if anyone knew anything, like Gria did, they weren’t saying anything, for fear of major consequences.

The day of the meeting arrives, and before Gria leaves the house, he takes the disc for the dating sim out of his computer, placing it back into its protective sleeve. He alone can explain what was going on, but without proof of his words, he was going to sound insane. Like he was calling some sort of crazy bullshit in an attempt to not get his team in trouble. Lucky for him, among the Hermitopia devs that were coming in for the meeting to discuss the situation, is the one and only Cam. Cam, who programmed the Scar and dating sim that was causing all of these issues.

As Pearl and Jimmy show the Hermitopia devs around the facility before the meeting, Gria approaches Cam. “Excuse me, Cam, right? Could I possibly have a word with you alone? It shouldn’t take long, I promise.” He does his best to keep his voice level, to make it not shake as the nerves-and slight excitement-at talking to him. Cam shrugs. “Sure, why not? Just keep it brief, I’d really like to be in that meeting.” Gria nods, and leads Cam into a nearby room, which happens to be the security room. There are many screens surrounding the security desk, each displaying the views of the various security cameras that were placed around the building. Once Gria closes the door, Cam is the first to speak. “So, what did you want to talk about?”

“Let me preface this with the fact I know this will sound crazy, but you need to hear me out all the way through before you jump to any sort of conclusions.” Gria starts, willing himself to try to calm down. He proceeds to do his best to try and explain everything to Cam, hoping that because it was his game, he’d be more likely to listen to him. But of course, even after he gets done and shows the disc to Cam, Cam does not believe him. “Where in the world did you find that? I lost it ages ago. And how do you know so much about this, there aren’t many people who know that. Especially to that level of detail. Who gave you that and told you these things and what are they trying to get out of it?” Gria opens his mouth to defend himself, but the two men both get distracted as the security camera displays start getting static-y and glitching out, before displaying the image of virus Scar.

[Cam. Long time no see…] He looks so pissed, glaring down towards Cam, whose eyes are wide with shock and horror. “It can’t be…how…what!?” Cam looks to Gria. “Tell me this is just some sort of stunt you and your buddies are pulling to try and scare us away.” And again, before Gria can even speak, they hear the clicking and chiming of new text from virus Scar. [Hey! You leave Gria alone!] Virus Scar closes his eyes, motioning with his arms. There are small cracks of electricity as various wires unplug and/or reassemble themselves to form long lines, which are set to beeline directly to Cam. Gria shoves him out of the way, getting grabbed and caught by them instead. They wrap around his arms tightly, squeezing and pulling on him as he tries to pull and twist away. “Get out! Get help!” Gria calls out. He watches Cam nod and leave the room.

He continues grunting and struggling, glancing back up at virus Scar, whose eyes were now opened back up. He had a stern expression, and very notably, he was not releasing the wires from Gria’s arms. In fact, even more wires came out to wrap onto Gria’s legs, forcing him down onto his knees, some even wrapped at his torso.. He keeps pulling and tugging, but the grip on the wires is way too strong. He looks up at the screen, virus Scar having now crossed his arms, shaking his head. [Gria, you don’t have to do this. You don’t have to defend someone who is against you, accusing you of something you didn’t do. I am once again just trying to defend you like you’ve done for me. Please, just let me do this for you.]

Gria scowls once again. “Scar, this is completely different! I’ve never, ever resorted to doing anything physical about this and never would. Or even to this crazy and grand of a scale! You are still taking things way too far, and I’ve told you that it is not okay! The world does not work like this. Let me go, now!” He pulls on his arms more, but the wires still haven’t loosened even the tiniest bit. [...you’re too connected to the real world to see anything my way, aren’t you?]

A chill shoots along Gria’s spine. “What…what do you mean by that…?” In the corner of his eye, he can see something small shoot across the floor and over to the desk. Virus Scar smiles sweetly, in complete contrast to his words and actions. [If I could just bring you into my world, you would understand. We could be happy together, forever. You’ll finally be able to have me all to yourself, and I’ll be able to have you all to mine…]

A cord wraps itself around the object, which, as soon as it is in good enough lighting, Gria can see is a flash drive. It slowly turns and points towards Gria’s head. As it creeps closer and closer, dialogue from virus Scar goes unread and ignored, as Gria now pulls with even more force than before. The wires tighten up a bit, and Gria begins to question if he’ll lose circulation or his life first. Its getting so close now, and he’s not doing any better towards escaping, he’s not gonna make it, this is it, this is how he goes, he screws his eyes shut, and-

And he hears people running into the room, shouting various things. He opens his eyes and looks over, seeing friends, coworkers, and the Hermitopia devs rushing in. A good amount of them are trying their best to distract virus Scar, to pull his attention away from Gria, as the others are pulling on and cutting wires to get him free. He’s pulled to his feet the moment the wires are gone, and quickly rushed out of the room alongside Cam and a few others. “About time you showed up, that crazy…thing was going to kill me back there! For the love of all things, please tell me you have a plan to stop this.” Gria somewhat yells as they run along.

Cam doesn’t look back, focused on trying to get as far from the security room as possible. “Of course I do, but I need you in order to carry it out. You’re the one with the game disc. That’s the source of his code, the thing that keeps him alive. If I’m correct about this, which of course I am, then destroying it should destroy him.” They duck behind a corner and come to a stop. Gria reaches into his pocket without hesitation and…uh oh. He feels in his other pockets. “Uh Cam…? I think we’ve got a bit of a problem with that plan…” The disc is gone. It fell out or Scar had it, and if it was already in Scar’s possession…Gria can kiss his life goodbye for sure.

They all head back out, retracing their steps and yelling for everyone to look for a disc with handwriting on it inside of a protective sleeve. It's a race against time as people look around. “Got it!” Pearl shouts, holding it triumphantly. But then a wire grabs her wrist. She uses her free hand to throw it off towards Martyn. Who does not catch it, and it lands on the floor. He dives down to block another wire from snatching it, tossing it up to Jimmy instead. He makes a run for it to get away from the active wires, only to get tripped up and grabbed at the ankle. A wire almost manages to grab it, but Cam runs by and snatches it up first, near immediately throwing it several feet away to BigB, who catches it with ease.

BigB runs, careful to keep an eye out on the ground for wires that might grab at his ankles, skidding to a stop as several of them form a barrier about a foot high. He turns around, but there are too many of them snaking towards him. His one arm gets grabbed, and he uses his free one to throw the disc to Gria moments before that hand is grabbed as well, forcing him to stay in place.

Gria almost doesn’t catch it, hands shaky and fumbling. He opens the sleeve immediately, taking the disc into both hands, and- [Wait!] Scar appears on the nearest computer screen, hand held up, a desperate, scared expression on his face. And damnit Gria is such a weak man for that face at times, so he stops what he’s doing. [Gria, please, I’m really, really sorry. I just…I don’t know how all of this stuff is supposed to work. I’m not…human, like you are. I’m made up of pieces of code, I can’t truly understand how all these emotions are supposed to work, I was never meant to feel anything. And so when I feel, I feel way too strongly, it's so…intense and overwhelming. Please, I can try to be better, just-]

BigB shouts from behind him. “Gria, behind you! Duck!”

[Ending 1: The Good. Select Chapter: The Good] (Mentions of Minor Injuries and Blood)

[Ending 2: The Bad. Select Chapter: The Bad] (WARNING: Contains Death, Major Head Injury, and Blood)

[Ending 3: The Worst. Select Chapter: The Worst] (WARNING: Contains Death, Major Head Injury, and Blood)

#Scarian Dating Game AU #sdgau au #au of an au #life series #life series au #trafficshipping #scarian #cw blood

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blckbrrybasket · 5 months ago

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ᯓ★ 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

MDNI

SFW

- Lesbian (canon)

- Heavy metal is her favorite genre of music.

- Doesn’t have a hand towel in her bathroom. She shakes her hands to dry them and wipes them on her pants.

- Keeps her nails short and hates keeping them painted. She sees it as a waste of time since it chips so frequently.

- Has horrible long term memory but can remember the most random, specific memories or facts.

- Got hit by a motorcycle once and got into a fight with the driver.

- Would have had an emo phase when she was younger without knowing what being emo meant.

- Secretly not so secretly the biggest hater. Does gossip just in her own way of posing things as a fact.

- Hated any type of schooling with a burning passion. Did not do well with the structure it demanded and most likely did not do any schooling after the required amount.

- Snores so loud like a dad and will wake herself up with her own snoring at times.

- Ungodly high tolerance for alcohol…we all see how frequently she drinks.

- Also has an amazing spice tolerance and can eat basically anything. Human vaccum!

- Loves reptiles

- Hates clowns

- Tries to shower often and hates when she’s working for long days without being able to go home to clean.

- She has never done taxes

- When Sevika was younger if she caused something to go wrong she would flee the scene and let someone else take the blame. She isn’t above doing it now.

- Likes being alone. Give her a cigar and some whiskey and she’s set to be alone for the rest of her life. She’s had enough human interaction for one lifetime.

- Honestly bad at handling criticism and tries to rationalize everything she does in her head.

- Gets offended when people incorrectly assume things about her.

- She is completely oblivious to anyone liking her romantically or showing interest in her. She isn’t very conscious of being romantic so it goes over her head if she isn’t actively deciphering if someone is flirting.

SFW (serious)

- Hates hugs but will reluctantly give side hugs to someone very close to her.

- Sevika finds herself blaming Silco some nights and other nights she wants him to come back so she doesn’t have to deal with the chaos Zaun has fallen into.

- She has a love-hate relationship with her parents and ultimately wishes her childhood was better.

- Raised stray dogs on the streets as a kid because she thought of them like her.

- Has insane troubles trying to fall sleep.

- When she does eventually get to sleep she keeps a knife under her pillow. Do not wake her up unless you want to get hurt 😭

- Doesn’t verbally say i love you much. She prefers relationships where you both silently know how much you love each other.

- She can like physical touch at times and seek it out, but she doesn’t like it all the time. Sevika can love deeply, but she doesn’t do well with clingy people.

- She gets overwhelmed pretty easily. Though she doesn’t show it much on her face, it’s easy for her to feel suffocated by lots of things happening.

- She has to get used to cuddling and only cuddles with people she highly trusts where she doesn’t feel as if she is physically trapped.

- Would not be into toxic relationships. She hates situationships where she isn’t secure and/or doesn’t exactly know what she is with someone. Sevika needs something stable or she will not open up.

- Views her childhood self as a completely different person than herself. She mourns the kid who lost their happiness.

- Doesn’t fall in love easily because of the walls she has built up for years.

- Hates receiving help. Hates asking for it even more.

- Was called scrappy when younger and grew up to become ‘a scary lady’. When she’s able to settle down more she realizes how much she hates being stereotyped as this always angry and violent person.

- After becoming a councilor and being alone again years of pain came back. It took her a long time to work through all of it. She could be doing the most random thing and would burst into tears.

- When she hangs out around people she prefers to be in silence.

- Is hard of hearing after the amount of head trauma she has had. By the time she was in her late 50’s she lost complete hearing in one of her ears.

- Works really hard to teach herself how to act in a committed relationship and expects the same from her partner.

NSFW

- Likes using her strap but prefers feeling you on her skin.

- Loves scissoring, but only does it on special occasions because hit makes her hips ache.

- Likes being bit (are we surprised?)

- Manhandler.

- Loves seeing you drip over her fingers, stretching you out is her favorite part because she always takes her time.

- Is a masochist, not so much a sadist. She sees enough people getting hurt every day by late season two she wouldn’t inflict pain on you in bed.

- Bush!!!! Loves bush, has a bush, wants a jungle.

- Prefers you dressed down. Never complains when you dress up but seeing you in every day clothes, her clothes, or pajamas is her favorite thing.

- It turns her on when you are at equal positions in your relationship instead of one being over the other, but doesn’t mind your subbing or domming more. switch sevika is real.

- PRAISES! Comes up compliments in bed that you didn’t even know she appreciated.

- Loves you dominating her. Giving up all the power she has to constantly hold it turns her brain to mush.

- Every time she is buried between your thighs she will massage them as she gives you head.

- Wears boy shorts underwear and briefs. Keeps them low cut to show her happy trail.

#sevika #sevika headcanon #sevika headcanons #sevika arcane #sevika x reader #sevika x y/n #sevika x you #sevika arcane x reader #sevika imagine #arcane headcanon #arcane headcanons #arcane sevika #lesbian #headcanons

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lych33dragoncookie · 8 months ago

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Only the masterpieces that survive the fiercest flames earn their place in history.

(Analysis post)

Alright, they absolutely cooked this update. Like, undeniably so. I was admittedly not that huge of a fan of the last 2 beast yeast chapters we got; they had really good ideas, and Mystic Flour is a wonderful character, but... Dark Cacao hasn't really been done enough with for it to feel like it had the amount of weight it could have, and it really doesn't feel like much about him actually changed at all. Combine that with a complete lack of interesting dynamics and you have a lot of very good and genuinely pretty well thought out story concepts with extensive cultural research, executed in a way that feels more like a traditional old-school story that weakens the attachment the audience feels to the components of said story.

Here, though? I have no complaints so far. It was absolutely wild in fact, to the point where I don't think it's gonna happen again (nor am I entirely sure it should ever happen again). This was back to back, non-stop, smack to the face one after the other. The moment the first point of conflict came up, it was just shit happening left and right; even in the mandatory moment of rest where we chill out for a bit, it's revealed that hey, these sandstorms? Yeah the sand is actually ashes. It's the remains of all the people that live here. Whether they died off on their own or were killed by someone else.

And if that wasn't enough, very shortly after;

... It's fucking crack.

So, people die and kill each other here very frequently, and not only are their remains visibly on display, their ashes also become sandstorms that make it near impossible to navigate the land; on top of being something that people snort like cocaine to become more energetic and aggressive.

We started fucking wild, dude. This whole thing is pulling no punches.

Though, I do wanna note; I really, really enjoyed the interactions between Smoked Cheese and Golden Cheese. It shows not only how forgiving she is, but how these two have known each other for an incredibly long time, and know each other well. They're incredibly comfortable around each other, despite it all, and despite how brazen and Very Much Not Strategic the queen here can be. I really, really enjoyed them.

Always fun to see a recovering villain do things for good, but in their own unique way that's still not exactly heroic but definitely effective and, at times, very gratifying.

Though I enjoyed all this, there's one thing I wanna talk about above all else.

The star of the show. Note that every single part was enjoyable, of course, and he wouldn't be half as interesting without Golden Cheese Cookie to serve as a parallel, but they've cooked up something special here.

So far, Burning Spice's extent of onscreen appearance is very, very short, but... I don't think I need to tell you that he's already made an impact and a half.

Christ, that's violent. With the sound effects and everything too, god damn. But, I'd be lying if I said this wasn't a pretty superficial source of judgement for this character. It's very very telling of what kind of person he is now, what he's all about, what he's willing to do, what he likes doing, but...

More than anyone else in recent memory, the devil is in the details. So let's look at those details.

Nothing too much so far, other than how much he absolutely loves destruction, but there's already a trend; namely on "Nothing lasts forever. It's as simple as that", "In the end, everything becomes dust.", and "You, too, shall see that destruction is the only way.". There seems to be an infatuation with the natural process of everything fading away, turning to dust and dying out. An entirely honest one, believing that there is just about nothing else to life. These will be important to keep in mind.

Here, we see a bit of his current relationship with his own immortality. He doesn't seem to mind the idea of losing it, finding something that may eventually take him down, but he still takes great pride in it. These lines, in text, seem somewhat miserable (and trust me, they definitely are), but the voicework in just about every language conveys that they are said in a more neutral, even potentially proudly manner. Again, not much on their own, but...

Here's where we get into the fun part.

This. This is the crux of their character. At the start, him and Golden Cheese cookie were more or less the same. Benevolent royalty, close and personal with their subjects. Beloved, and loving.

And then, they lost it all.

One way or another, their kingdoms were lost, reduced to almost nothing. They were overcome by grief, desperate, unable to cope with their loss. One tried to latch on as hard as possible. Preserve what she could, blindly, replacing the harsh truth of reality with an idealized, constructed world, where no one would ever have to know pain ever again. She shut herself off, and retreated in the safety and peace of a false reality. She would rather have lied to both herself and all her subjects than face reality. And eventually, she had to learn to move on. Let herself and her kingdom heal more naturally, facing reality. The other, meanwhile, was desperate to let go. He detached himself, trying to move past the pain of loss. But, of course, he couldn't force it to happen. No one can. And so with the grief of losing that which he held dear, continuing to be faced with the reality that nothing is forever, over and over, while he endured, the world slowly turning to ash around them again and again... It's no wonder something in there eventually cracked.

What will it take to destroy me. Nothing is forever, and yet, I am.

Nothing is forever. And yet, I am.

With time, misery turned to mania, and in an attempt to overcome their grief, they embraced it, in the worst way possible. A coping mechanism gone horrendously wrong. That destruction, that loss, the inevitability of death... It's not painful, no. It doesn't have to be. It can be thrilling. Exhilarating. A new reason to live. If all you care about turns to dust anyways, if that's really the only logical destination... Why not have some fun with it? Why not embody that inevitable, unstoppable force? Why not become what you fear, so you no longer have to be afraid anymore?

... You know, at least that's what I think is going on here. The next chapter could contradict this reading, but... From what all we have right now, it seems like Golden Cheese and Burning Spice are two completely different paths for the exact same type of pain. They are, in a way, the same, but diverge in almost complete opposite ways where it counts.

Spice is genuinely equal parts absolutely terrifying and absolutely miserable; a balance that is incredibly hard to strike in writing, but always absolutely fascinating and wonderful to observe when it happens. I have to say, the more I found out about them, the more I couldn't keep my eyes off everything they have going on.

I'm loving every little bit of this update. Mad props to the devs for cooking something up here that I am genuinely incredibly invested in, almost to the same degree as White Lily and Dark Enchantress. Banger update. Absolute S tier material.

TL;DR: Burning Spice is terrifying, miserable, and ridiculously cool. Everything about this update was an absolute merciless flurry of consecutive gut-punches. And I loved every second of it.

... Now we sit and wait for Shadow Milk's release next year.

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #burning spice cookie #golden cheese cookie #jester ramblings #cookie analysis

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inpienoinks · 5 months ago

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HOW STEB COMMUNICATES!

And... that's kinda it. A deep dive into how Steb communicates but I fight to stay on topic the longer you read.

NOTE: I gave this whole post a hazy and blurry zonked glance while muttering to myself before pressing post. There may be some spelling mistakes / incorrect wording.

Question by this person, but I was too lazy to make a separate post since I already had a draft similar to this question saved. I LOVE YOU CORACOOKIECRUMBLE!!! 😁😁😁😁⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️🗣🗣🗣🗣🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥💯💯💯

There aren't many scenes of Steb trying to communicate with someone, so it's difficult to say for sure how he communicates, but I think I have a pretty decent idea.

IN THE VIDEO BELOW

You see Steb with Maddie. This is the only scene really showing how they talk to one another, and the situtiain is tense, so it's hard to say how he communicates in more relaxed situations. In this scene, Steb communicates with her that he's ready by grunting, to which she understands.

IN THE GIF BELOW

Once again, in a tense situation, Steb makes some noise to communicate. This time, he speaks. Not only does he speak, but he also motions for everyone to follow him. With that being said, this proves that Steb CAN talk. He just doesn't want to.

This is not the only time Steb uses body language to communicate.

IN THE GIF BELOW

Steb cocks his head to the side, signaling to Maddie that they should go, as well as walking away with her once they're called.

IN THE TWO GIFS BELOW

Steb uses some hand and arm motions to signal to others. In the first one, he signals to Caitlyn to fall back, being that he had planted the bomb. In the second GIF, he signals for the enforces to turn off the beacons, since there didn't appear to be anyone coming to help fight.

IN THESE TWO GIFS BELOW

Steb grabs Mel to help her up, and in the second GIF, he grabs up the other guy to detain him. (I don't know if he has a name, and im too tired to look for one.)

Steb doesn't say anything prior to touching them, but the situations are also something to consider. Steb has his hands out to both of them, catching their attention just before actually putting his hands on them. Whether or not it's intentionally meant to be a signal, it's still something he does.

With these situations, it's hard to say EXACTLY how he is when using physical contact to communicate, but it'd say it isn't something he does often. He grabs Mel because it's an emergency, and he needs to make sure she's alright and out of there as soon as possible. He grabs the guy to detain him, following Caitlyn's orders and arresting him. Every time he touches someone (on screen), it's not really to communicate, and more so to assist / do his job.

CONCLUSION AND ANSWERS:

Is Steb mute?

No.

Is he selectively mute?

It seems most likely........? (Considering the information we have, at least.)

That being said, if he IS selectively mute, he may be open to speaking more frequently with someone close to him. Maybe even if it's just a little bit. (Short sentences, short answers, quiet speaking voice, murmuring, ect.) I can speak more on this at the end of this post for the people who wanna read about it.

Do I think he uses sign language? No. I really doubt it. He communicates both intentionally and unintentionally with small gestures, body language, and expression. He might use some type of hand signs occasionally? Not sign language itself, but just hand gestures that give you a vague idea of what he wants. For example, maybe you'll ask him why he's out somewhere, and he'll tug on the fabric of his enforcer uniform, signaling he's there for work. You'll ask why he's looking at you, and he'll point to his face as reference to your own, signaling that you have something on you and showing where it is.

Again, there's isn't enough Information to be 100% certain, but I feel like my conclusion is relatively sound.

Extra yap you were previously warned about:

I can talk more about selective mutism in another post for the people interested. Keep in mind, I'm NOT a professional. I'm autstic and I'm just nerdy about this. I don't wanna dump a whole bunch of information that is not at least 87% Steb related in this post, so I'm gonna say this next part like I'm one of those youtubers who has an audience of 5 year olds and makes those 3 am challenge videos cause it's funny.

GUYS, IF WE CAN GET AT LEAST FIVE PEOPLE TO COMMENT THAT THEY WANNA HEAR ABOUT SELECTIVE MUTISM IN ANOTHER POST, ILL MAKE A POST ABOUT SELECTIVE MUTISM AND HOW STEB WOULD MOST LIKELY BEHAVE OFF SCREEN IF HE HAS IT!! DONT FORGET TO SMASH THAT LIKE BUTTON, SUBSCRIBE, AND TURN ON THE NOTIFICATIONS BELL!!

I LOVE YOU STEB NATION!!! 🗣🗣🗣🔥🔥💯💯💯💯💯❗️❗️❗️❗️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️🙏🙏🙏🙏

#arcane #steb #steb arcane #arcane fish man #arcane season 2 #arcane season two #arcane s2 #steb x reader #scratching at the walls #foaming at the mouth #I NEED HIMMMMM UGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

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munsonhoneybaby · 2 years ago

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Sweet Leaf | Eddie Munson X F!Henderson!Reader

Summary: Finally starting to spend time with Eddie outside of your bedroom, everybody seems to know about the two of you but Dustin.

Word Count: 10.3k

Warnings: 18+ mdni, eddie’s never-ending pet names, frequent drug use (marijuana), smut, lots of high sex in the whole series idk what to tell you lol, tiny bit of dry humping, eddie’s fishnet fetish?, skinny dipping, fingering, p in v (unprotected but he pulls out), sex in an empty parking lot, squirting, pretty heavy subspace, not angst but crying after sex, eddie’s a little fucknasty sometimes but he worships his lady, cheesy ahh ending

A/N: just two emotionally damaged stoners trying to figure out how to love each other, what more can i say? the length of this one just kept getting away from me lol i’ve loved writing this series and even though the main storyline is over i’d love to keep writing about these two if anybody sends in blurb/headcanon requests or anything like that !! i had plenty of little ideas i had to leave out !!

part one | part two | tmic masterlist

Eddie paused in the mirror, fixing the hair laying on his forehead. He fidgeted with his shirt, trying to get it to sit right on his shoulders– it was an old Kill ‘Em All t-shirt he’d cut the sleeves off of ages ago. He huffed and did one more frantic scan of his bedroom, hands fluttering uselessly at his sides as he was sure there had to be something he’d missed. Bed made, laundry done, and messes cleared away, his room looked cleaner than he’d seen it in probably two years. Deciding it wasn’t gonna get any cleaner in the next fifteen minutes, he dashed down the short hallway to double-check that the living room was spotless.

He’d draped the nicest blanket they had over the back of the couch and even specifically bought a few candles to light around the room just for the occasion. A few pre-rolled joints sat out on the coffee table alongside the selection of horror movies that Steve definitely didn’t let him sneak out of Family Video for free; he wanted to give you options, so he settled on The Thing, A Nightmare on Elm Street, The Shining, and The Evil Dead. He would have happily taken you to see a movie, maybe even a drive-in, but you’d said you’d rather it be just the two of you.

Three knocks sounded at the door, making him jump. You were four minutes earlier than he expected. Stepping to the door, he glanced around the room again and blew out a heavy breath before he opened it.

And there you were. Black shorts peeking out under your baggy Dio tee and a bag of snacks in hand from the gas station a couple miles off, you smiled at him. “Hi.”

Eddie couldn’t help his cheesy grin as he replied, “Hey.” Something about you was so enrapturing to him. He could have just stared at you, standing in the afternoon sunlight shining on his doorstep, forever.

“You gonna let me in?”

“Oh! Uh– right.” He moved aside, opening the door wider. “It’s not exactly the Ritz, but uh–”

“Oh, knock it off. I don’t care about that shit.” You looked around, taking in the collection of hats and mugs lining the walls. The warm light outside made the closed mismatched curtains glow. “I think it’s perfect.”

He cleared his throat to overcome the warmth in his chest before he spoke. “I got a few different movies if you wanna pick.”

“Ooh, can we watch The Shining? It’s been a little while since I’ve seen it, it’s one of my favorites.”

“Sure thing,” He nodded. As he turned on the TV and put the tape in the VHS player, you found a seat on the couch and grabbed a joint off the table to light up. While you seemed totally at ease in his trailer, he was as nervous as the first time he met you. First date jitters, he supposed. You looked so comfortable curled up and smoking in the corner of his couch that, as he settled at the opposite end, he couldn’t help but feel like you belonged there.

Your legs stretched into his lap as you scooted down a bit to pass him the joint. He rubbed his free hand back and forth along your calf absentmindedly. “I don’t know how long you were planning on staying– if you wanna stick around after this movie, I could make a frozen pizza and we could watch another or something.”

“Sounds good to me,” You hummed in return.

Forty-five minutes into the movie, the first joint was gone and Eddie was focused intently on the television screen. You started to get fidgety though, foot nudging against his thigh. “What’d you sit so far away for?”

“I dunno, just thought I’d give you your space I guess? I didn’t wanna make you uncomfortable or anything.”

“C’mere.” Pinching at his shirt, you tugged until he scooted himself to you. Your legs lay completely over his lap as you rested your head against his shoulder. “I don’t need space, I came here to be with you. It’s cute you’re taking this whole ‘first date’ thing so seriously, though.”

His cheeks flushed a little pink and he fiddled with his rings over your lap. “Sorry, I just– I want this to go well.” He laughed nervously as he continued, “I want to keep seeing you outside your bedroom, y’know? I want you to come to my shows, and I wanna take you to the diner, and I wanna kiss you goodbye after Hellfire sessions.”

You gave him a little smile, turning his face toward you to plant a soft kiss on his lips. “I wanna do that stuff too, Eds. You know that you mean something to me, right? I just wanna go slow in the Dustin department. He has to be okay with this.”

“Okay,” Eddie nodded instantly, “However you wanna go about it. I swear, I’ll even ask the little loudmouth for his blessing when you want me to. I mean, I love that kid too.”

For a split second you just took in his features, and those big, earnest eyes were impossible not to believe. The material of his shirt scrunched between your fingers as you drew his lips to yours again. “Thank you for being there for him. And for me. You don’t know how much it means.”

He brushed a strand of hair back from your face with a little smile. “I think I do, sweetheart.”

“Hey, so where’s your sister?” Mike asked, shoveling a handful of popcorn into his mouth. “She’s like…always home.”

“I don’t know,” Dustin frowned, “I guess she just told Mom she was going out. Maybe I should call Robin and ask if she’s with her.”

“Dude, she’s an adult,” Lucas shook his head slightly. “She probably doesn’t need you to check in on her, I’m sure she’s fine.”

“But what if she isn’t?” As he continued, he paced the length of the basement, hands gesturing wildly with his words. “And what is she doing? ‘Going out’? What does that mean? Why is she trying to hide where she’s going? What if it’s somewhere sketchy?”

“You need to calm down,” Mike insisted. “It really isn’t that serious, she’s probably with Robin and Steve or something.”

“Right, so I should just call Robin and make sure!”

Lucas still rolled his eyes, but Dustin was already dashing up the stairs to the phone. “Great, now he’s gonna lose it if she’s not with Robin.”

“Where else would she be?”

“Literally anywhere, man. She could be at the record store, or with Nancy, or maybe with...”

“You don’t think she could be with Eddie–” But Mike was cut off by footsteps thundering down the stairs.

“She’s not with Robin, Steve, or Nancy which means I’m out of people to call which means I’m officially concerned. Do you think we should go out and start checking places? I mean, what if she smoked like– like– bad weed or something? I don’t know how that stuff works! Why wouldn’t she tell me where she’s going? She should know I’m worried sick!”

“Oh my god, would you relax? Did you talk to your mom?”

“Well, of course she thinks everything’s fine! She trusts us both implicitly when she obviously shouldn’t!”

Mike pinched the bridge of his nose and blew out a breath before he looked at him. “I seriously think you’re overreacting. Like Lucas said, she’s an adult; she doesn’t have to tell you everything. She’s allowed to have a life.”

Having returned to his pacing, Dustin halted and looked at him with an offended expression. “Are you trying to say I’m clingy? I’m not clingy!”

“I’m not saying you’re clingy! I’m just saying that you do your own shit, she probably does her own shit too. Maybe she’s taking time to herself or maybe she’s out with a guy or something.”

“There’s no way she’s out with a guy. She would tell me if there was a guy! And where would she even meet a guy? Work? She barely talks to anyone, you guys know that!” Mike and Lucas shared a glance before looking in different directions.

“Look, if she’s not home in an hour we’ll go check a couple places, alright?” Lucas finally sighed.

“An hour? It’s already a quarter after nine!” Then they heard the front door close and Dustin was racing back up the stairs. There you stood, kicking off your shoes beside everyone else’s, a smile on your face that you were trying to bite back. Until your brother and his friends burst out of the basement. “And where on Earth have you been?”

You looked at him questioningly. “Enjoying my day off?”

“By yourself? Until nine-thirty at night?” He placed his hands on his hips, scanning you with a scrutinizing gaze. “What were you doing?”

“What’s with the third degree? I stopped at the bookstore, then I went out in the woods and read for a while. Is that okay, Mom?”

“Don’t condescend to me, you had me worried half to death!”

As you replied, you ruffled his hair. “Aw, well that’s very sweet, Dusty. I’m fine though, you don’t need to wait up for me.”

“See? We told you there was nothing to worry about,” Mike chimed. When he and Lucas gave each other another pointed look, however, he knew they’d both seen the faint hickey peeking out from your shirt collar that Dustin had apparently missed.

“Goodnight, boys. I’ll make you guys some breakfast in the morning, alright?” They all called back their own goodnights as you headed down the hallway to your bedroom and they made their way back into the basement.

Later that night you were dozing off, still dressed and on top of the blankets, when you jolted back to full consciousness at the sound of the phone ringing in the living room. Grumbling a little under your breath, you rubbed your eyes.

You were halfway down the hall when you heard the basement door creak open, and suddenly you were wide awake. At half past midnight, there was no way anyone other than Eddie was calling and there was definitely no way Dustin could answer that call. Increasing your pace to a slightly-panicked speedwalk until you were in the room with him, you just barely made it to the phone before him. You pressed the receiver into your chest to muffle your voice as you practically whispered, “Don’t worry about it, Dusty, it’s for me.”

“Who is it?”

“Nancy, she wanted to talk about what I got from the bookstore but she was busy with Robin and Steve,” You answered easily. He nodded and yawned out another goodnight before booking it back downstairs. Letting out a relieved exhale, you finally raised the phone to your ear. “Sorry, Dustin almost picked up. Everything okay?”

“Shit, I’m sorry, baby. Everything’s fine. I tried not to call, I swear I did, but–” He laughed a little embarrassedly, “Fuck, when can I see you again?”

“Eddie,” You whispered through a little giggle. “You had to call about that now?”

“I mean, I could always come over so we could talk about it in person instead,” He teased.

“I just left your place three hours ago.”

“Should’a just stayed the night, babe,” He sighed regretfully.

Clutching at non-existent pearls, you replied, “Stay the night? On the first date? Eddie Munson, what kind of girl do you take me for?”

“Of course, sweet thing, you’re right. You could never do anything so scandalous as sharing a bed with me before we’re really goin’ steady.” You could picture that smirk on his face as he spoke. “Guess that means we’ve gotta plan a second date, huh?”

“Guess so,” You hummed. “Have anything in mind?”

“Well, I was thinking,” He began slowly. “Maybe you could come to one of our shows? I know that’s not a super great date idea since I’m gonna be on stage pretty much the whole time and everything, but–”

“No, that sounds great,” You interrupted. “When’re you guys playing next?”

“Friday night at eight.”

“Alright, I’ll see you at The Hideout on Friday then.”

“Alright,” He cooed back playfully. “G’night, baby.”

Standing in front of your open closet, you rustled through all your clothes in indecision. “I don’t know what I should wear.” Nancy, Robin, and Steve sat side by side by side on the edge of your bed, peering into the closet from behind you. The latter opened his mouth to share an opinion but held his tongue as your younger brother leaned in your door.

“What’re you doing?”

“Uh– just trying to find something to wear, I’m going out later.” You shrugged off his question and continued shuffling through your hanging shirts.

“Again with this ‘going out’ stuff! With who?”

“Us,” Nancy interjected casually.

“Thought we’d go check out Eddie’s show at The Hideout tonight,” Steve added. “Show him some support since it’s usually just the drunks there.”

Dustin eyed you for a split second but seemed to move on from whatever suspicion he had toward you quickly. “Cool, I’ll let Mike and Lucas know. We were gonna hang at Mike’s, but we can all go to the show together instead.”

“You can’t come, Dusty. That’s not a kid-friendly environment,” You told him apologetically.

“What? Come on! We’re not kids, we’re in high school! We wanna see Eddie perform too, he’s our friend!”

“Oh, so now he’s just your guys’ friend,” Steve chimed. “Before, you were practically begging us to get along.” He stood and crossed the room to ruffle Dustin’s curls. “Seriously, dude, your sister’s right. This place is nothing but adults drinking, I doubt they’d even let you stay if you came in with us.”

“See? Your mother says no,” You confirm. “Sorry, Dustin, really. Maybe we could all do something together as a big group though soon, yeah? All of us and the Hellfire club. We could sit in on a session or take you all to the movies or something, okay?”

He paused, fidgeting with one of the buttons on his undone, patterned overshirt. “That’d actually be pretty cool. You’d do that?”

“Yeah, kid, it’s no problem.” You walked over to give him a side hug before nudging him out the door. “Now beat it, I’ve gotta get ready.” It took another minute or two of brainstorming before you decided to snag Dustin’s Hellfire t-shirt from his laundry basket– thank God you had just done his laundry for him. You thought it’d be the best fan attire since Corroded Coffin wasn’t exactly selling merchandise.

Once you were ready to go, Robin called shotgun as the four of you piled into Steve’s car. “Sorry that you guys have to tag along now, but you know how Dustin gets.”

Glancing at you briefly in the rearview mirror, Steve replied, “It’s no big deal. Sorry I told him you were going to see Eddie.”

“It’s fine,” You shook your head. “I wanna lie to him as little as possible anyway, I just haven’t figured out how to bring it up yet.”

“I know he wants you to, but you don’t always have to tell him everything right away,” Robin reminded you. “I mean, what were you gonna tell him– that you were fucking one of his best friends? He doesn’t need to know that. It’s not like you guys are actually together yet–” She was interrupted by a punch in the shoulder from Steve.

He gave her an incredulous look before Nancy took over, reaching over and squeezing your hand. “What she means is, you guys should take your relationship at your own pace and tell Dustin when you think the time is right.”

“Right, that’s exactly what I was gonna say,” Steve added.

Robin rolled her eyes. “Oh, shut the fuck up, Harrington.”

“What? I was!”

When you were finally standing in the parking lot of The Hideout, you let out a deep breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. Robin hooked an arm around your shoulders and started for the door. “Come on,” She drawled. “Let’s catch ‘em before the show starts, you’ll be okay.”

They weren’t hard to find, setting up on stage front and center. You could see Eddie kneeling down to plug in the amp until Gareth lightly hit his arm and pointed in your direction. A grin stretched across his face as his stare dragged over your frame, taking in your fishnets, short skirt, and Hellfire tee. He excused himself to the rest of the guys before jogging over to you. “Hey, I didn’t realize you guys were coming along.”

“Yeah, I’m really sorry I didn’t give you a heads-up. Dustin found out where I was going and I didn’t want him to get nosy–”

“Are you kidding? This is the most sober people we’ve ever had in an audience, don’t sweat it.” He briefly squeezed your waist then let his hand settle on your back, fingers drumming impatiently. You looked at him questioningly, but he didn’t meet your eyes just yet. “I appreciate you guys coming, I know it’s not really your kinda music.”

Steve waved him off. “Nah, man, I’m sure it’ll be great.”

“Thanks, Harrington.” His arm moved from your waist to your shoulders, “I’m gonna steal her from you guys for a couple minutes if you don’t mind. I wanted to show her some of the equipment.” Robin opened her mouth to make a smart remark but was stopped by another punch from Steve.

He guided you to a nook behind one of the walls in the far corner of the bar. Humming lowly, he cupped your face so you’d look at him. “You really dressed for the occasion, pretty girl. You look fucking incredible.”

“Well, I haven’t gotten my exclusive Corroded Coffin t-shirt yet, so I figured this was the next best thing.”

“My apologies, babe, I’ll get right on that.” He dipped his head to press a long, slow kiss to your lips.

“Somebody smoked a joint without me,” You teased.

With a good-natured smile, he rolled his eyes in false exasperation. “Sorry, should’a gotten here earlier. We can smoke all you want after, alright? Pothead.”

“What’s that thing people say?” You asked sarcastically. “I think it was something about a pot, maybe a kettle?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” He laughed. A whistle from Gareth called his attention to the stage and he exhaled heavily. “Okay, that’s my cue. Wish me luck?”

“Like you need it,” You pecked his lips. “I’m really excited to hear you play. You guys are gonna do great.” Eddie smiled and stole one last quick kiss before darting back to the stage, leaving you to make your way back to the others.

“We may have taken the liberty of getting you a drink,” Steve said as Robin pushed a glass across the table toward you.

“I would be offended if you hadn’t.” Taking a few swigs, you looked over to where Eddie was finally settling the mic into its stand, his guitar hanging from his shoulder. They didn’t bother with grand introductions given the small crowds that gathered weren’t exactly there to see Corroded Coffin; they simply started into their set.

The boys mostly stuck to covers of semi-popular songs– sticking to their roots with Metallica and Black Sabbath, but appeasing the bar patrons with some Led Zepplin and a grudging Bon Jovi song. A few pieces they’d weaved in were their own and you could tell, but they certainly weren’t out of place. You could see where their inspiration came from.

You caught up with Nancy, Robin, and Steve between songs, but they mostly carried the conversation as you watched Eddie. Anyone really paying attention would be able to see that he was in his element. Sweat matted his bangs to his forehead, fingers moving masterfully over the strings as he powered through Trapped Under Ice with incredible accuracy. While you had heard the dramatic voices he put on during Hellfire, you hadn’t known that he could also mimic James Hetfield and Ozzy very impressively. He wasn’t perfect, but what little he lacked in refinement and precision, he more than made up for with passion.

The middle-aged drunks occasionally gave some muted applause for the songs they recognized, but otherwise ignored the free entertainment. He really was underappreciated here. In front of a real audience, you couldn’t imagine the kind of stage presence he’d have.

Over the next two hours, you worked your way through a couple drinks. You hoped the frequent crossing of your legs could be attributed to the short skirt you were wearing rather than your dwindling patience and self-control as you waited for Eddie to finish his set. When they finally wrapped up their last song, you made your way up to the stage. He was lowering the mic stand when you got to him, holding his gaze as you dropped a twenty in the guitar case in front of him. There were only a few other bills and some loose change inside.

“God, please don’t. Seriously, that’s insulting.”

“Are you kidding? That’s an investment. I expect it back with interest when you guys make it big.” He held a hand out to you as you joined him on the stage. “Really, I thought you were amazing. You’ll see when you get outta this place.”

He just gave you a small smile and brushed his thumb over your cheek, eyes sweeping over your face briefly before he took both your hands. “So I really do wanna hang with you, babe, but I absolutely have to move all our gear first. Is there any way I can convince you to stick around?” His lips dragged over your knuckles, leaving a few kisses as he spoke. “Have a li’l smoke sesh in the back of the van once it’s empty. Promise I’ll make it worth your while.”

Your chest warmed at the attention he was lavishing you with in front of all of his friends– Dustin’s friends– and you tucked your chin a little bashfully. “That’s fine, Eds.”

“Awesome. We’re gonna finish loading the van, then you can ride with me to Gare’s to unload everything there, then I’m all yours. Cool?”

“Sounds good to me, rockstar.”

Holding your face in one hand, he squished your cheeks and shook your head back and forth lightly. “Always makin’ fun ‘a me, aren’t you?” He landed a kiss on your puckered lips and subtly patted your butt. “Go sit with your friends and I’ll let you know when I’m finished, okay? So glad I had my best girl cheerin’ me on tonight.”

As he went back to helping the guys pack up, you went back to Robin, Nancy, and Steve who paused their conversation when you sat down.

“Swooning already?”

“Somebody’s definitely looking a little starstruck,” Robin added. “Ready to ask him to sign your boobs?”

“The way it’s sounding, he might later,” You replied before taking a sip of your drink.

“I’m proud of you,” She nodded and took your hands dramatically over the table. “At least one of us is leading a successful love life. We will live vicariously through you.”

“Well then, let me know when we figure out how to tell our little brother that we’re dating his male mentor.”

“Wait, did Dustin say Eddie was his male mentor?” Steve interjected. “That’s so not true–”

Robin shook her head. “Steve, shut up.” She smacked your hand and nodded behind you just before you felt hands settle on your chair.

“Hey, you guys enjoy the show?” Eddie’s rings clinked against the metal of the chair, his voice not far from your ear making your heart rate pick up.

“Yeah, you guys were great. We’ll have to come again sometime,” Steve replied.

Nancy politely asked, “How long have you been playing, Eddie? Some of those songs seemed pretty complex.”

“I started playing with the guys when I was in eighth grade, but I started teaching myself around sixth. So, I guess about…nine or ten years?” He shrugged, thumbs drumming against the chair.

“You’re really talented,” She commended.

“Thank you, that means a lot to me.” His hand shifted to your shoulder before he continued on playfully, “Your guys’ friend here gets a backstage pass though, which means she gets to come watch us unload equipment at Gareth’s mom’s house and smoke my weed.” He took your hand as you stepped down from your high-top chair, pushing it in for you and grabbing your purse as you said goodbye. “Thank you guys again for coming. I’ll see you around soon, yeah?”

Steve gave him a one-armed hug as he nodded, “Definitely, man.”

The two of you walked back to the van, hand in hand, your steps echoing in the mostly-empty parking lot. The others were already waiting in Gareth’s garage passing around a joint when you pulled into the driveway. You followed Eddie around to the back of the van as he opened one of the back doors. Gareth got up to open the other one, handing you the joint as he passed you.

“Alright, boys, think we can manage our fastest unload yet?” Eddie asked, cracking his knuckles.

“Yeah. As long as you don’t tweak your fuckin’ back again, old ass,” Jeff scoffed in return.

“Seriously, dude. Lift with your legs,” Gareth chimed.

Eddie made a talking motion with his hand and mumbled mockingly back before grabbing one of Gareth’s drums. “Start moving your shit or I’ll stop discounting your weed.”

“Oh, yes! Forgive me, master!” Gareth snarked, voice quavering with feigned fear.

They all got to work on moving the drum kit out first before moving on to the other equipment. Not knowing what to do with your hands, you took a hit and sat on the edge of one of the chairs they had out. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

“I mean, there’s a fridge in the corner, you wanna grab a few beers?” Jeff asked, getting a grasp on one side of an amp.

Gripping the other side of the amp, Eddie gave him an unimpressed look. “Dude, did you seriously just send her on a beer run?”

“It’s literally the other side of the garage. Shut the fuck up and bend your knees.”

You grabbed a beer for everyone– except Eddie, who was stuck with cherry Coke until he was done driving– and passed them out when they were done moving the amps. Then, to kill some of the time, you sat in the van and packed a bowl to smoke with Eddie later. When the equipment left in the back started to dwindle, you, Jeff, and Barry made conversation while Eddie unloaded some of the lighter equipment with Gareth. Keeping his voice low, the drummer suddenly spoke. “You know you have to like– marry her, right?”

“What’re you talking about?” Eddie chuckled, though his face and neck warmed at the mental image.

Gareth jabbed a thumb over his shoulder in your direction. “Dude, she’s over there talking to your nerdy loser bandmates about Judas Priest’s influences on Iron Maiden’s first album. And she’s actually invested. You’re not gonna find another girl like that in Hawkins. Not to mention how you talk about her–”

“Alright, shut it,” He huffed. “Just help me get this shit out, it’s getting late.”

When the last of it was finally tucked away in Gareth’s garage, Eddie checked his watch and sighed. Eleven-thirty. “Damn.” Your conversation with the boys had drifted to your opinions on heavy metal power ballads when his hands settled on your waist. “Sorry that took so long, you ready to get going?”

“Don’t worry about it, Eds. I’ll see you guys later though, alright? We should really head out.” The three of them thanked you for coming and said their goodbyes before settling back into their fold-out chairs, presumably to keep getting fried.

You and Eddie climbed into the van and he started it up before looking over at you. “It’s not the first date anymore. Any chance I can convince you to stay the night?”

“No convincing needed. I didn’t know how late I’d be home so I already asked Nancy to cover for me if Dustin calls.”

“Wait, you really want to?”

“Of course I do. Will Wayne mind me staying there?”

“Oh, he wouldn’t care. He works the night shift and sometimes he works overtime, so he usually isn’t back until six or eight in the morning. And occasionally he’ll even stop for a drink with a couple guys from work and that could take ‘til ten,” He explained with a little crooked smile. “He’d love you, though.”

You noticed him freeze up a little as he registered his own words, so you took one of his hands and laced your fingers through his in your lap. “I’m sure I’d love him, too. He must be a great man if he raised you.”

He squeezed your hand lightly as he relaxed. “Yeah, he’s pretty cool.” There was a moment of quiet, just the low hum of the radio and the roar of the van until Eddie spoke again. “You wouldn’t wanna go to Lover’s Lake, would you?”

“Sure.” His hand settled on your thigh and your lips curled down as you repressed a little smirk. “I didn’t take you for the type.”

“Hey, I can be romantic,” He defended lightheartedly. “I just prefer places like these when they’re less populated.”

“Why? So you can smoke and have sex in them?” You asked with a joking scoff.

“No, I just like my privacy. It’s more intimate without a bunch of obnoxious people around.” He paused, then conceded. “But yes, I like to have a range of recreational activities to choose from. Is that so bad?”

You shifted your leg so his hand drifted further up your thigh. “You wouldn’t happen to be taking me there to do both, would you, Eds?”

“I’m taking you there to do whatever you wanna do, sweet thing.” His tone remained casual, but his hand slowly crept higher and higher. “We could lay down and look at the stars…Maybe go for a swim…” Goosebumps rose on your skin as his short nails dragged across it, fingers catching on the loops of your fishnets. “What d’you think?”

“We didn’t bring swimsuits,” You remind him.

“So?” He asked as he pulled into the small gravel lot hidden by the trees. Looking over at you with a smirk, he continued, “There’s no one else here.” He got out of the van and came around to open your door as you unbuckled your seatbelt. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to, though.”

After grabbing a couple of blankets from the back of the van, he took your hand and lead you out away from the trees. You helped him lay out the blankets, crawling onto them and kicking off your shoes. Eddie lay down beside you and you looked over at him, “I don’t think I’ve ever actually been out here at night. It’s really pretty.”

“Can’t believe you think so when you get to look in the mirror every day,” He shot back without effort, giving you that goofy grin of his.

Lightly smacking his arm, you fought back a big smile of your own. “That was terrible, you know that, right? That was actually so bad.” Your combined laughter sounded loud in the near-silent clearing of the lake; your voices were only accompanied by the constant chirping of crickets and the occasional owl’s hoot.

He rolled onto his side, resting his head in his hand as he looked down at you. “You’ve gotta get used to taking my compliments, babe, even the corny ones. ‘Cause soon they’ll be comin’ non-stop.” You simply hummed in response, your hand finding the back of his neck to pull him into a kiss. He didn’t hesitate to shift over you, arms on either side of you to support himself as his knee braced between your legs. Lips sticky with your lip gloss, his mouth made a path to your neck. “Y’really do look so pretty tonight, baby. Never seen you in a skirt before, I could barely pay attention to our set.”

“I thought you did amazing.” His hot breath on your neck made you squirm, grasping at his shirt as your hips wound against the firmness of his thigh. “Had me wet the whole time.”

“Fuck, wanted to get my hands on you so bad. Just performing had you all soaked for me, huh?” Your skirt rode up toward your waist until Eddie decided it was unnecessary, leaning back to yank it off. “Jesus H. Christ, fucking look at you.” Lying beneath him, fishnets stretched taut over your spread thighs leading up to your Hellfire tee, you were his fucking dream. It wasn’t hard to tell he wasn’t a religious man but, at that moment, he wished he was because he felt like he needed to thank somebody for your existence. It was like every fantasy he’d ever had simply walked out of his head and into his life. “Seriously, I might need to take a minute.”

“Can you help me out of these while you do?” You ask, curling your legs up to your chest.

He guided one of them up to his shoulder, running his hand down your outstretched leg and eyeing the tights before he looked at you. “Am I in trouble if I say no?”

“If you take them off now without ripping them I’ll wear them for you again sometime,” You bargained teasingly.

“I’ll do it if you let me eat you out through them next time.”

You shoved lightly at his chest with your foot, trying not to laugh. “You’re such a freak.”

Eddie narrowed his eyes at you playfully, but you could see he didn’t take the name to heart coming from you as his hips pressed into your ass. “Careful callin’ me names, babe. I’m starting to like it when you’re mean to me.”

“Pervert.”

He hummed, trailing kisses down the inside of your leg and finally hooking his fingers into the waistband of your fishnets. “Only for you, sweetheart.” His short nails scraped gently along your skin again as he carefully drew the tights down your legs. The second they were off, you sat up to pull him into another hungry kiss.

Deepening it, he started to ease you onto your back again but was shocked when you pulled away. With a coy smile, you asked, “How ‘bout that swim?”

Baffled, he was unable to come up with a response before you were standing and whipping your shirt off. His brain kicked back into gear when you dashed away from him toward the lake. Then he was running after you, fumbling to kick off his shoes and strip in the process. He froze as he watched you take off your bra and jump in wearing nothing but a skimpy pair of panties. You’ve gotta be fucking kidding. Finally kicking off his jeans, Eddie dove in after you.

Attempting to wipe the water from your eyes, you looked around for him in the water. Just as he breached the surface behind you, though, he grabbed your waist and shouted. Your squeal broke into a fit of giggles as he squeezed your sides and pulled you into his chest. “You’re such a dick!”

“That’s what you get for bein’ a tease.” Staying close to shore, the water came nearly to his shoulders. He urged you to wrap your legs around his waist, his hands settling under your butt to hold you comfortably.

Arms settling loosely around his neck, you looked away pointedly, that mischievous little expression finding its way to your face again. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Of course, you don’t. ‘Cause the sweet girl I know would never do a thing like that, right?” He asked sarcastically.

You shook your head and answered in a falsely solemn tone. “Never.”

He chuckled softly until you leaned into him, nipples hardened from the chill of the water and pressing into his chest. Faint smiles never left your faces as you shared a few messy kisses. His hand rubbed soothingly up and down your spine while you pushed a strand of wet hair from his face. Swept off his shoulders, his soaked hair allowed you to see his whole face more clearly than ever. He started to feel self-conscious as your eyes drifted slowly over his features, taking him in, your thumb stroking over a spot beneath his ear that gave him chills. “You’re so handsome, Eddie.” He opened his mouth slightly like he was going to respond, but he couldn’t seem to think of anything so you changed the topic for him. “It’s nice here at night, we should come back again sometime when we don’t have any other plans.”

Eyebrows furrowing, he frowned in confusion. “What do you mean ‘other plans’?”

Untangling yourself from him, you faced him and swam backward toward the dock. “Hotboxing the van and having amazing sex, obviously. C’mon.” Climbing out, you held your arm tight over your chest as you snagged your bra off the dock and ran to the blankets still on the ground.

Eddie was close behind, picking up his trail of abandoned clothing. He started to apologize for the lack of towels, but you quickly waved him off and you both dried off as well as you could with one of the blankets. While you wrapped yourself in the dry blanket, he gathered your things with his to carry it all back to the car. “Go ahead and get in the back, I’ll start it up and get the music going.”

Opening one of the back doors, you found that the floor was already covered with other blankets. Climbing inside, you felt the van rumble to life. You could hear Eddie rustling through cassettes in his console as you peeled off your sopping-wet underwear and curled up with the pillows and blankets he’d put back there. The bowl you’d packed in hand, he finally joined you in the back. When he climbed in he paused to fidget with something you couldn’t see and suddenly the back doors were illuminated by little twinkling lights. He swung the door closed and tugged off his boxers before you asked, “When did you have time to do all this?”

“Hm? Oh, it’s all been back here for a little while. I just laid the blankets out in here when I grabbed the other ones to lay down by the lake.” He settled beside you, the top half of his blanket bunched in his lap leaving you free to ogle his tattoos– a favorite pastime of yours. “You want the first hit?”

You shook your head with a small smile, eyes tracing his features like they had in the lake. His hair was still heavy with water, but his forehead was hidden again and his curls were starting to come back. With nothing but moonlight, his eyes had looked black; in the glow of the fairy lights, you could see their warm cocoa-brown color again. His pretty lips formed an O as smoke billowed out of them. Their blushy-pink color nearly matched the flush on his cheeks, which you knew would spread to his neck and chest soon enough. He was beautiful, really.

He offered you the bowl and it stayed quiet, excepting the Master of Reality album playing softly, while you took a few long rips. You passed it back to him and let the silence continue for a moment before you finally said, “I’m gonna tell Dustin.” Unintentionally hitching in a breath, he choked on a throatful of smoke. The resulting coughing fit was so intense it brought tears to his eyes and you couldn’t help but laugh as you rubbed his back. “Are you okay?” He nodded, but you still leaned over the console to grab the bottle of water from the cup holder.

Taking a few swigs, he cleared his throat. “Okay, sorry,” He let out a big breath before he looked at you again. “You’re ready to tell him?”

“Yeah.” Too nervous to hold his gaze, you curled into his side. He welcomed you, of course, tucking his blanket around the both of you and kissing the top of your head. “I just feel like things have gotten…real. You try to take care of me in ways no one else has before and everything feels so easy with you– and honestly, both of those things scare the shit out of me ‘cause that usually means everything is absolutely going to go to shit…But you look out for my brother, and I feel like I can trust you, and everything we do together just feels so intimate…” You huffed embarrassedly and buried your face in the crook of his neck. “I think Dustin deserves to know that I care about you so much.”

“That we care about each other,” He corrected you. Hand framing your jaw, Eddie made you meet his eyes. “I’m gonna be there with you when you tell him. I don’t want you to do it alone, we should do it together. I still have to get his blessing, right?” He added jokingly. Before you could say anything, he started to ramble a little nervously. “I feel like this is real. I’ve never felt this way about anybody. I’ve never had the chance to have anything serious before, but you…You’re all I think about now. That first day I met you, it was like I had this ‘Where have you been all my life?’ moment and you’re all I’ve wanted since, and I know that sounds really cheesy and dramatic but–”

Your mouth on his cut him off, which seemed to be a habit you were forming. He didn’t mind though, he’d been told to shut up in much less pleasant ways. When you pulled away, it was only enough to murmur, “I know the feeling.” Your nose nudging his was enough for him to keep it going, hand hooking under your knee and drawing you to straddle his lap.

The blanket slumped to your waist leaving your torso bare for his eyes and hands to wander. “You’re just so fuckin’ beautiful. My pretty girl, right, baby?”

Toying with one of his damp curls, you held his gaze as you agreed, “No one else’s.” At your answer, he pulled you in for a much more desperate kiss. His fingers pressed into your back while the others slipped beneath you to find you soaked, your chest flush with his as his tongue passed your lips.

He pressed two fingers into you easily, slowly massaging your g-spot until you were whining into his mouth. “Feels like you might not even need me to stretch you out, sweetheart.” Hips canting forward involuntarily, your clit ground into the thick base of his cock. Finally letting you catch your breath, he withdrew his hand from between you and looked down to watch how your slick spread on his skin as he rutted against you. “Mmm, gonna let me show you how bad I need you?”

You brushed his hair back from his shoulders as you breathily replied, “Condom?”

“Wallet,” He answered. Leaning over his shoulder to grab it off the console put you in the perfect position for Eddie to mouth at your tits, lips wrapping around one nipple while the roughened pads of his fingers found the other. You moaned quietly and tugged at his hair, but grabbed the wallet and rifled through it.

“Eds, there isn’t one in here.”

“Fuck. Glovebox, maybe,” He suggested.

Huffing impatiently, you began to wind your hips against his again. “D’you promise to pull out if I let you fuck me raw?”

He looked up at you with wide eyes. “Really– I mean, are you sure? You don’t have to.”

“Need to feel you now, Eddie,” You insisted.

“Alright, sweetheart, I promise.” He lovingly pecked your lips before grasping your waist, helping keep you steady as you slowly sank down on him. Fully seated in his lap, a gasp rose in your throat. “There you go,” He murmured comfortingly. “I know, baby, but you’re so good. Can finally feel how wet you really are. Takin’ me so deep.”

Your voice was nothing but a high-pitched, airy sigh. “Feel you everywhere.”

“S’Cause I’m made for you.” Your forehead rested against his as he continued. “I was made to fill you up, pretty girl.” His words provoked a pathetic moan from you, spurring you to lift your hips fractionally just to ease back down again. Supporting yourself with your hands on his shoulders, you tried to start up a steady pace, but your thighs trembled with every motion. The moans and whimpers you let out started to sound quiet and watery and it worried him, but the determined rocking of your hips never ceased. “You doing okay, baby?”

Not lifting your head, you sniffed frustratedly. “Need help, Eddie.”

“Oh, baby, why didn’t you say so?” He cooed sympathetically. “S’okay to need my help, c’mere.”

Arms around your waist, he guided you up and down on his cock at a careful speed until you were grinding down on him again. “Eds please, I need more,” You whimpered. Rolling his hips to meet yours, he didn’t hesitate to tighten his arms around you and quicken his pace. The way he was hitting every possible spot inside you had your eyes squeezing shut to keep them from crossing. Thighs trembling, you shivered as he rubbed and squeezed at them.

Eddie’s shoulders rolled back as he leaned against the console, hands running slowly over your hips and across your stomach to palm at your tits. “Look so pretty on top’a me, sweet girl. Might have to make you ride me more often.” His thrusts into you sped up, the console against his back giving him more leverage. One of your hands rested lightly on his lower abdomen to steady yourself but once his thumb found your clit, you were practically writhing in his lap. He rubbed it in firm, precise circles and felt you squeeze around his cock uncontrollably. “That’s it, baby, come for me. Can’t wait to feel you soak me for the first time.”

Something felt different than usual as that coil wound tighter in your stomach. It was hotter, like flames were crawling across your skin. It felt like your bones shook and your eyes swam with stars as you cried out his name. Your nails dragged down his stomach, those of the other hand doing the same to his thigh, trying to anchor yourself with your head in the clouds.

It wasn’t until the ringing in your ears cleared that you heard Eddie’s feral groans, making you look down. Everything was drenched; your thighs, his cock, his stomach, and his chest glistened wet in the warm lights. The sight made you register the sloshing sounds of your dripping wet pussy as he started to slow his thrusts enough to pull out. Arms enclosing around your waist again, he all but pinned you to his chest as he rutted between your stomachs. Lips molding to yours, he kissed you sloppily before his gaze wandered your body in awe. “Can’t believe you fuckin’ squirted f’me. Fuck–” Cut off by his own moan, his forehead fell to your shoulder as his eyes squeezed shut, his hot spend painting both your skin and his.

After he pressed a sweet kiss to your temple, he eased you onto your back, watching the filthy mixture of your come drip down your used cunt. “Eds, what’re you doin’?” You asked timidly as he lowered himself between your thighs, voice coming out in a barely-there squeak.

“Wishin’ I could take a fucking picture, sweetheart. I was gonna clean you up. Want me to use the blanket instead? S’okay if you’re too sensitive, especially after all that.” You nodded and he kissed the side of your knee with a smile as he grabbed the soiled blanket and quickly wiped himself off. Your legs flinched as he patted you dry and his eyes filled with concern as he murmured your name. “Did I hurt you? Did I do too much?”

“No,” You struggled to raise your voice above a mumble. “I’m okay, Eds, I’m jus’ all sensitive.”

“Promise me that’s it?” He asked, running his hands comfortingly over your legs. Pointedly avoiding his gaze, you huffed through your nose and your eyes brimmed with tears. “Baby, c’mon, what is it? What’s the matter?”

You answered him in a whimper, sniffing back tears every few words. “I jus’ made a mess ‘n I’ve never done that before ‘n now everything’s all yucky–”

“Aw, baby,” He chuckled through a sympathetic pout. Lying down and drawing you to his chest, he wiped your tears and kissed your forehead. The two of you curled up under one of the clean blankets. “Nothing’s yucky, sweet girl. Just gotta wash the blankie, no big deal.”

“But ‘m still all sticky,” You pout up at him. “C’n we take a bath when we get home?”

“Home?”

“Your trailer, Eddie,” You whine. “Wanna take a bath.” Lids heavy with exhaustion, your eyes slowly fluttered closed repeatedly before they’d snap open again.

“You’re so sleepy, sweet girl.” He brushed your hair back from your face. “Think you can take a little nap back here while I drive us home?” You nodded dreamily but still clutched at him whenever he tried to get up. “I know, baby, just twenty minutes and we can take a bath. Okay?” When you finally conceded, he tugged on his jeans and made the short drive home.

Once you were bathed and dressed in nothing but a borrowed Metallica t-shirt, he tucked you into his bed before crawling in beside you. You dozed off easily with your head on his chest, but he stayed up just a little while longer. Palm rubbing circles on your back, his lips ghosted over your forehead. “I love you, baby,” He whispered almost silently. Closing his eyes, he focused on the feeling of your heart beating against his side, counting them like a child would sheep until he fell asleep.

The next morning, you woke up first, Eddie’s arms around you and his chest molded to your back. You scoffed and rolled your eyes but you couldn’t help your tiny smirk as you registered the feeling of him squeezing at your tit, his even, heavy breaths against your shoulder telling you he was fast asleep. Slowly rocking your hips back, you bit back a laugh when it made his grasp tighten while he nuzzled into your neck. He rutted against you, half-hearted and arrhythmic in his unconscious state. It wasn’t until you reached back to hold his hip and grind directly against his cock, separated only by his boxers, that he finally grunted himself awake. “Mmm, g’morning t’you too, gorgeous.”

“You’re a perv even in your sleep, you know that, Munson?”

He mouthed at your neck with a sleepy grin, “I could’a told you that. How’d you know I was dreamin’ about you?”

“Well, your right hand was my first clue.” You pointedly ground your hips into his again and looked back over your shoulder at him, “Wanna guess my second?”

“Can’t help but get ideas, babe. You’re sleepin’ in my bed, in my shirt, no panties…” His fingers walked a path down your stomach, stopping just after your belly button. “Promise I kept my hands to myself, though– while I was awake, anyway.”

His hand drifted leisurely between your legs but you groaned. “Eds, what time is it?”

“I don’t know, almost nine? Why?” His lips never left your skin, still working over your neck and shoulder without leaving obvious marks.

“We can’t, we have to go. Dustin’s at Mike’s and I wanna make sure we get back before him. I’ve still gotta make myself decent and figure out what I’m gonna say to him.”

“What we’re gonna say to him,” He corrected. “And can’t you stay indecent a little longer?”

“Wayne’ll be home anytime,” You remind him, “If he’s not already.”

He pouted, “But how often do we get to have great morning sex after a night together like this, baby?”

“Any morning now that I’ll be staying over whenever you want,” You point out.

“Hmm, I s’pose that’s true,” He agreed contently. Stretching out beside you with a loud groan, he pecked your cheek before he got out of bed. Yawning, “I’ll be right back,” he headed for the bathroom.

Rolling over, you buried your face in his pillow and breathed in. Old spice shampoo, weed, and Marlboros filled your nose and it made every muscle in your body relax. Him. You wanted to bottle the scent, soak every pillow and blanket and sweatshirt you owned with it. You’d never have another restless night again. Lifting your head slightly, you left your nose against the fabric but allowed your eyes to flicker around his room.

A bottle of lotion sat on his nightstand, he didn’t seem to bother with tissues though. You weren’t surprised. Handcuffs hung on the wall, also not surprising, but they still made your thighs twitch. There were more band posters than in your room, including a hand-spray-painted one for Corroded Coffin. He had three guitars, his prized possession– his other sweetheart, as well as another black and white electric, and an acoustic painted to say ‘this machine slays dragons’. An amp sat across from the bed and his dressers were strewn with clothes and beer cans. It was easy to imagine him existing in here. Playing guitar in bed in his boxers or planning the party’s next campaign at his desk.

Your eyes snapped to the door when it finally opened again. “Still in bed, huh?” Nodding with a small smile, you watched him rummage through his dresser for today’s band tee. His hand settled on Slayer before he thought of running into your mom, and opted for the much tamer Deep Purple one beneath it. “Well, you should probably put somethin’ else on before I take you home. What you’ve got on might get a little breezy.”

“Bite me,” You yawned, flipping him off as you got up.

“I didn’t think we had time for that,” He replied snarkily. He finished getting dressed as you slipped on your skirt and balled up your fishnets to put in your purse.

When you were both ready– or as ready as you could get for now– you headed for the van. “I’ll make coffee when we get to mine,” You offer. “My mom should be at work, so I’ll make breakfast. Food might help soften the blow.”

“God, you’re acting like we killed his cat or something,” He laughed. “We’re not breaking bad news, babe.”

“It’s still a shock, alright? And Dustin has big feelings, you know that. I just don’t wanna make him feel uncomfortable or lied to. Me and him don’t usually keep secrets, so this is a big deal.”

“I can be tactful, alright? But I’ll let you do most of the talking if that makes you feel better, I know you’re worried about him.” His fingers laced through yours and brought the back of your hand to his lips. “It’s gonna be okay though, sweet girl.”

Pulling into your driveway, you let out a heavy breath before you got out and lead him inside. As you got dressed, you tried to practice what you’d say, rambling your thoughts aloud. He left you to your process, only stepping in for you to bounce thoughts off of or to keep you from getting lost in your concerns. You only paused once you made your way into the kitchen. Putting a pot of coffee on, you asked, “Chocolate chip pancakes okay for breakfast? They’re his favorite. I’ll probably make a little of everything else too; eggs, bacon, sausage, there’s fruit in the fridge.”

Eddie had to bite his tongue to keep the words ‘marry me’ from rolling off his lips. “Sounds incredible, baby. Anything I can do to help?”

“No, it’s okay.” Watching you methodically gather everything you needed from the fridge and cabinets, he figured he’d just get in your way if he tried to lend a hand. While you cooked, you mumbled through your prepared speech again, knowing it would never go so smoothly in actual conversation. Thinking about it more, you just hoped Lucas and Mike didn’t come back with him.

By the time he made it home, leaving his bike in the yard, you had made more than enough food and Eddie had already eaten his. Dustin was talking the second the door was open. “What’re you doing here, Eddie? Something going on with Hellfire?”

“Nice to see you too, Henderson.” He retorted, standing and flicking the bill of your brother’s hat into his eyes. “Your sister made you breakfast. I hear chocolate chip pancakes are your favorite.”

He eyed both of you suspiciously as he started toward the kitchen. "Yeah, what's it to you?" Eddie shared a confused look with you, but decided not to say anything. After he’d made his plate and sat down at the table to dig in, Dustin spoke again with a mouthful of food. “So, what’s with the special breakfast? Why’re you guys being weird?”

“We’re not being weird–”

“You’re alone at the house together,” He pointed out, still shoveling food into his face. “That’s weird.”

“It’s not weird– would you just listen? It’s not a big deal, I just wanted to run something by you, alright?” Eddie could tell you were fumbling, forgetting everything you’d planned to say. His hand itched to reach out for yours on the table, but he knew you wanted to get the words out first. “I’ve been–”

“Seeing Eddie?” Dustin interrupted. When the two of you shared a glance and you opened your mouth to question him, he continued. “Mike and Lucas told me last night.”

“How did they–” Eddie began, but Dustin cut him off.

“Apparently, everybody knew but me! All the guys in the band knew! Steve, Nancy, and Robin knew! How could you leave me out of the loop like this? You know I hate not knowing things! I have to know everything!”

“Dusty, calm down,” You said softly. “I wanted to wait until I actually had something to tell you. He’s your friend, I didn’t want to change the way you look at him just to go on a couple dates and decide it wasn’t gonna work.”

Nose wrinkling, he asked, “So, what? You guys are like– boyfriend and girlfriend now or something?”

You snorted and Eddie couldn’t help the small, smug smile creeping across his face. “Yeah, are we boyfriend and girlfriend?”

Back of your hand hitting his stomach, you tried not to laugh as you answered. “Yeah, I guess we are.” Turning back to your brother, you added, “Only if you’re okay with it, though. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable or feel like you can’t trust Eddie anymore.”

“It’s kinda weird, but I guess I don’t care as long as you don’t make out and all that gross shit in front of me. And you’d better treat her right or me, Mike, and Lucas are all leaving Hellfire,” He tagged on pointedly.

“You don’t have to worry about that, you have my word.” He looked like he was about to say more, but opted to stay quiet.

“Okay, well, I think I’ve lost my appetite for now.” Dustin stood from the table, “I’m gonna go back to Mike’s and tell them they were right.”

Rolling your eyes, you started to clean up. “Be safe, I love you.”

“Love you, too!” He shouted back just before he yanked the door shut.

As you started rinsing dishes in the sink, Eddie’s hands found your waist. “I think that went well.”

“Hopefully it doesn’t stay awkward for long,” You sighed lightly. “I guess Lucas and Mike did the hard part for us.”

“Guess so,” He drawled in agreement. “So, what now?”

“Now? Hmm…” Drying off your hands, you turned to loosely wrap your arms around his neck. “I guess now we do whatever we want, no more sneaking around.”

“I hope that’s not gonna suck the fun out of it for you.”

“‘Cause watching you Tetris yourself through my window is such a turn-on,” You scoffed.

He gave you a look of mock offendedness. “Good thing I won’t have to do it anymore, since you clearly don’t appreciate the athletic prowess it takes to climb through that window without waking your mom up.”

Halfheartedly rolling your eyes yet again, you let your fingers dip past the neck of his shirt, fingers grazing along the top of his spine. “How about you roll us a joint and then I’ll show you how much I appreciate your ‘athletic prowess’?”

“You drive a hard bargain, babe,” He sighed theatrically. “But you know it’s an offer I can’t refuse.”

“Obviously,” Lacing your fingers through his, you dragged him toward your room. “That’s why I offered.”

As the three boys gathered at Mike’s house again, he asked, “Wait, we were right?”

Lucas stood, pointing at him. “I TOLD YOU, MAN!”

Mike tried to argue, “I NEVER SAID–”

“I TOLD YOU!”

“GUYS, SHUT THE HELL UP!” Dustin interjected.

Lucas cleared his throat as the two of them settled back into their seats. “You’re right, I’m sorry.”

“So, you’re really okay with Eddie dating your sister? I mean, it’s not gonna make Hellfire awkward or anything, is it?” Mike questioned.

“I don’t know, it’s weird. It’ll definitely be nasty seeing them all lovey-dovey or whatever, but they’re still just Eddie and my sister. As long as they don’t act different, I won’t act different.” Turning on the TV, Dustin flopped onto the couch next to Mike. “Besides, I think part of me knew they’d hit it off– I’m like a natural matchmaker. They just have too much in common, ya know?”

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worshipthecrow · 3 months ago

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Tender tricks of a chaste charade

Summary: You're single and some of your friends are trying to get you a boyfriend, no prospect has been good and the last one has definitely been the worst. The idea of having a fake boyfriend to keep your prospect away and get your friends' noses out of your love life is the only option you have left.

Content: non-MC ReaderxSylus, AFAB reader, slow burn (kind of?), References to harassment, References to asexuality and gender fluidity (reader is not, it's a resource, but can be interpreted as such if the reader so decides), minimal (like just a sentence) references to Satanism (again, reader is not).

A/N: I can't believe it took me so long to post this first chapter because I didn't know what title to give it. I'm a slow writer, so don't expect frequent updates. Special thanks to my best friend for helping me choose the title :], the stalker guy is based on a personal experience.

Taglist: @69-gojos-wife-69 (Babe, please enable me to tag you)

Chapter 1: Be my fake boyfriend!

You took a sip of your glass of juice while the guy kept talking and talking and talking, you had already heard all that from other men “you are very pretty”, “so long without a boyfriend? Too bad but luckily I’m here”, and the worst one so far and exactly the one that made you spit your juice on the table “you’re going to be an excellent mom for my kids”.

“Excuse me, I have to use the restroom” you got up and with all the fancy panic you had you headed to the restaurant’s bathroom.

You wiped a few juice stains from your blouse, you clicked your tongue as the stains remained, slight but you knew they were there.

Your phone buzzed and you pulled it out, to check, a Facebook notification, one of your friends had tagged you in a meme and you rolled your eyes when you read the “if your first @ doesn’t answer you in 20 minutes they owe you a burger and an order of fries.”

Roger in your dreams bitch, keep trying

You replied with 2 minutes and sighed, you bit your lip when you saw a WhatsApp notification, what you were going to do was so sneaky and horrible and made you feel guilty but, God you had enough of that guy.

You opened your best friend’s message and ignored his message olympically to leave yours I have a drain was your simple message and you got the reply immediately.

Mr. Crow-ley: I’ll call you back in 10

Me: Make it 3 and I’ll give you a hamburger.

Mr. Crow-ley: That bad, huh? Brace yourself.

You came out of the bathroom, sure that you would get out of that restaurant faster than you had ever left your classes when you were younger.

You walked back to your table and smiled “sorry, carrot juice stains aren’t easy to get out.”

“Don’t worry, it’s a very nice blouse, it looks good on you.”

You forced a thank you and almost sighed in relief when your phone rang, you arched an eyebrow as you saw the unfamiliar number on the screen and hesitated to answer, but you trusted Sylus, you softly excused yourself and answered, discreetly turning up the volume so the voice on the phone could be heard by your date.

“Hello?”

“Miss Y/N?” Zayne! You wanted to cry from relief, what did Sylus tell him? You had no idea, but you were infinitely grateful that Zayne played along.

“Yes it’s me!”

“This is Dr. Zayne Li, from Akso hospital, your father had an accident on his motorcycle and right now he is in surgery, this was his emergency contact and we need someone to come and fill out the insurance paperwork.”

“Oh gosh, thank you so much doctor! I’ll be right there!” you started to pick up your jacket and purse, out of inertia you took money out of your purse and put it on the table, you hung up the phone. “I’m so sorry, I have to go to the hospital.”

“But hey, I can give you a ride!”

“No need!” really no “I’m sorry!” and you ran out of the restaurant and got another message.

Mr. Crow-ley: I’ll see you around the corner.

Bless Sylus and his poor sense of self-preservation when it comes to riding his motorcycle! You saw the modified Harley and its rider and kept running, caught the helmet when he threw it at you, put it on and jumped on behind him.

You held on tight as you were carried far, far away from that restaurant that you wouldn’t visit for months to come because of the bad experience, too bad, they had good steaks.

You saw your apartment complex and sighed, home sweet home.

Sylus parked and you got out, taking off your helmet and fixing your hair, he did the same, and followed you to your apartment on the fourth floor, you plopped down on the couch throwing your purse without seeing where and heard it fall behind the couch.

“How did you convince Zayne? Last time I tried he blocked me for a week” you looked at Sylus who was wandering around the kitchen as if he owned it, pouring himself a glass of water.

“I told him you were being pestered” Sylus took a sip, and that’s when you noticed him, his tank top and damp hair, ohhh you interrupted him In the middle of his workout, it made sense that he was thirsty.

You checked your phone and saw a message from your date, you grimaced “well that’s not too far from the truth.”

Sylus took your phone from you read the message and snorted with a grin on the side “block him”

“That’s rude”

“Harassment too”

You saw him scrolling through the chat while drinking the water, his amusement quickly turned into a frown.

“I correct, report him”

“No big deal, he’d just be a toxic guy but he’s not that bad, I’ve had worse you know that”

He snorted again and sat down next to you, handing you back your phone “what’s your plan? Are you moving out again?”

“No! I learned my lesson from last time, I never gave him my address and you saw that the whole date was in a place far away from here” you put your feet on the coffee table and pushed with your foot the package box you had left there a few days ago when you took out the books you bought online, your cat took out his paw to scratch you and you screamed. “Sorry!”

“Well hello there, Baku-san” the cat meowed at Sylus’ voice and you rolled your eyes, to be called as a nightmare eating Yokai could be one himself. “What’s your plan if not to move out?”

You groaned in pain “I have no idea, at least he doesn’t know where I live which is already profit, but I also don’t want to keep going out on dates with him, or anyone, but my friends are going to keep insisting.”

Baku-san looked at you and Sylus from the box his green eyes stood out among his black fur, as if he also cared about the gossip of your love problems, maybe he did since he was the one who heard you complaining all the time.

“Shoo him away” Sylus played with his foot with Baku-san, your cat was trying to catch his sock failing every time.

“I tried everything and it didn’t work” you sprayed alcohol on the scratch from the spray bottle you had next to the couch.

“Everything?”

You looked Sylus in the eyes “I told him I was asexual, he researched about it and said he didn’t mind not having sex very often, I told him I was Gender fluid and he didn’t mind either, I talked bad about me and he tried to talk good about me” you pursed your lips “I told him about the Lore of my favorite anime and the BL, a week later he dedicated a song to me for fujoshis”

Sylus laughed, he laughed, he didn’t chuckle, it wasn’t giggles, it was a laugh.

“Don’t mock! This is serious!” you hit him with a pillow.

“I’m sorry,” he cleared his throat. “You told him about satanic rituals?”

“And he said and I quote ‘I always wanted to have a crazy goth girlfriend’ I’m not even goth!” you saw Sylus’ lips quiver and you lifted the pillow again, ready to hit him again.

“Well, the guy is weird, really weird.”

“Next thing to weird, I ran out of options, I couldn’t scare him away” You dropped your head on the back of the couch and covered your eyes with the back of your hand.

“Get a boyfriend.”

“Gross” was your response out of inertia, it’s something you usually responded to when your other friends suggested the same thing “I mean, where am I going to get a boyfriend that fast? If I’ve gone through a bunch of dates without getting one, what do I do? I tell Zayne to pretend to be my boyfriend?”

“That’s off limits for him, calling you and faking an accident to get you out of a date? Yeah, pretend for months to be your boyfriend? No, he’s not the type.”

“Argg, Rafayel either, he’s fooling around with a girl he called his soul mate and Xavier isn’t in the country currently, my other friends are either already dating someone else or wouldn’t want to.”

“You are fucked up then.”

“Aw what a great support from you”

“Block him and flee the country”

“blocking him wouldn’t do, fleeing the country is expensive”

You both fell silent, you felt your cat’s claws kneading your thigh, you saw him was lying on Sylus’ lap, the very traitor, then you had a sudden idea.

“Sylus!” you saw him jump slightly but he quickly regained his composure, he looked at you with an arched eyebrow waiting “You!”

“Me?”

“Meow?” you both looked at your cat who stopped kneading your thigh.

“Pretend to be my boyfriend!”

“What do I get in return?” that was like a bucket of cold water for you, you couldn’t offer him anything, your best friend was a rich kid, rebellious but rich, he literally had everything he wanted, a modified motorcycle? Of course, a first class trip to Dubai and residing in the penthouse of the most famous hotel? No problem, a pet crow from a renowned breeding farm? The breeding farm was his.

“My lovely presence and eternal thanks?” you smiled and gave him your best puppy eyes.

“Hmmm” you pouted and he sighed, you won “only because I really care about the ‘if you don’t marry me and have kids you’ll die alone’ message, the guy is close to being a certified lunatic.”

“Like I care about that” you replied rolling your eyes at the memory of the empty threat.

“I have a condition though” you knew that.

“Yeah?” you gave your best smile and you knew you were screwed when he smiled sideways at you.

“You give me that burger for getting you out of your date and accompany me to the next auction” you groaned, you nodded reluctantly, auctions were fucking boring, the last time you accompanied him was when were auctioning off a first edition Elton John vinyl and it was the most boring night of your life, you never accompanied him to any after that.

#love and deepspace #lads sylus #sylus #love and deepspace sylus #lads #l&ds sylus #lnds sylus #sylus love and deepspace #sylus x reader #sylus lads #love and deepspace x reader #sylus x you #sylus x mc #lnds x reader #lads x reader

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croquettish · 18 days ago

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I'm the wedding anon - pretend I spelled Radzig correctly I know how to write his name I just wrote the ask very quickly on my phone 😭😭 TY for the response! I ❤️ baselessly speculating about games that are not even announced yet

Anyways yes I can see the scenarios you listed happening, I really like the first one in particular! I can very easily see Hans impulsively swooping in in Vienna (in game terms it should be towards the middle of the game, around the time of the actual heist for maximum drama) and this causing huuuuge problems with Hanush, Jitka and Botschek and straining the marriage. Maybe he runs away during his honeymoon lol

Side note but I wonder how much of the inheritance debacle between the IRL Jan and Hanush will actually play out in the game (if KCD3 indeed ends up being a direct sequel). If Warhorse takes artistic liberties and Hans actually plays a role in freeing Wenceslaus I cannot see Hanush withholding control of the fiefdom for too long - in real life I think Jan had to drag Hanush to court in 1410, which I'm not sure will happen considering how sympathetic Hanush is and how responsible he is for Henry's zero to hero story.

Omg pls you're fine!!! Please typo as much as you want in my ask box, I'm just happy to have my brain picked like this!!! :D

I've actually had some super interesting replies to my super long post both on my post directly and where someone reposted it in the Hansry comm (thank you for that, by the way! always makes me super happy when people think my meta is worth reading).

I'd say that Hans' heavy involvement in the third game is more or less a given, considering the sheer success this game has seen off the backs of us queers alone. This feels very friend-of-a-friend-of-a-friend and we're advised to take it with a grain of salt, but in a comment on this post, @bindi342 mentioned that a particular streamer has a frequent chatter who supposedly did some work on KCD2 as a writer, this including the romance. Apparently Warhorse are "discussing ways to further develop the romance." And here @wonderful-calalini and @bucket-fucker (love that username, 10/10) brought up that Warhorse doesn't always adhere to historical accuracy either, which is true!

All that to say that, the idea you just described? I would eat that shit up. Do you hear me, Warhorse??? Runaway groom + Wency heist in Vienna with the boys?? If you're reading this, I need you to know that this is THE DREAM. We get so many runaway bride stories but I don't think I've ever seen runaway grooms??? Hans Capon first runaway groom please excuse me I am manifesting this as we speak.

I went into this in more detail in the long ass post I linked to up there but Jan Ptáček did indeed have to drag Hanuš of Lipá's ass to court in 1410. So here's the thing. And I will say right away that I'm a little worried about how long this will get because I haven't really gone into my thoughts on Hanush here just yet. But.

Based on what we've seen in the game I actually think it is extremely plausible that we might encounter this conflict regarding the inheritance.

Hans tells us that Hanush laid down the law pretty clearly, that he's not seeing his rightful inheritance unless and until he gets married:

Which is, honestly, quite bold of him! The terms of Hans' inheritance did not involve marriage as a requirement at all, Hanush is just adding that in now.

Henry even points this injustice out!

Why, yes, Hans! That's exactly what you might have to do!!

I think it's interesting that they included that. It seems to hint at the fact that there will be conflict in the future over his inheritance. Hanush feels comfortable adding in his own conditions that he technically has no right to be doing. Legally this is not within his right.

But let's dig deeper, shall we? Because we see a lot of this in his conversation with Hanush before Henry joins them. If you're curious, the whole secret conversation is here (and yes, I did compare and contrast romanced vs. non-romanced Hans, but alas there are no differences. Which is very sad but makes sense for a conversation that the player is never actually supposed to overhear...)

Hanush starts us off beautifully.

Huh. Not the right time yet? Why is that?

He drops that particular claim real fucking fast though:

Oh, so this actually doesn't have to do with timing at all. Now it has to do with "Hans' future." Interesting!

What does that have to do with his ability to rule, exactly?

Recall, if you will, how desperate Hans is to prove himself, especially to Hanush. He wants, so badly, to not be treated like a little kid anymore. It's the reason for the entire journey to begin with!

[ Not pictured: An unnecessary amount of extra words all about how badly Hans wants his uncle's approval and how he doesn't even realize it himself to begin with, let alone think it's possible for him to achieve, that were scrapped for not staying on fucking topic. ]

My beloved mutual @audentesfortunaiuvatt wrote an excellent post about how infuriating this whole conversation between Hanush, Dry Devil, and Radzig while they're at Raborsch is, and I agree 100% with her argument and the follow-up. Hanush still views him as a child. It doesn't matter that he forgave him (what was there to forgive!). Hanush calls his behavior "shenanigans," insisting that he doesn't act like an adult. It's what sparks Dry Devil's suggestion to marry him off. To "straighten him out" and "tame him."

Does Hanush actually believe that this would make him a better ruler? Or would that just make Hans easier to manage? Stop me before I return to the gilded cage metaphor, but it really is alarming that the thought of "a firm woman's hand," as Radzig puts it, is apparently meant to keep him in line here. In what way would this make him a better ruler? If anything, it would just keep him busy.

I find it curious that Hanush felt the need to lie about how withholding his inheritance was about "timing." Because when Hans is (understandably) upset at this argument, Hanush doesn't explain that he thinks having a wife will mature Hans. Instead, he argues that he's just looking out for his future. He even goes so far as to push the whole "this is what your father would have wanted, something I know because I knew him and you didn't."

Why?

Hans would still have been upset if he'd been faced with that argument, but it would have been an easier sell for Hanush than this roundabout thing he's pulling in this conversation. So there must have been a reason why he decided to withhold the truth.

Most likely because he's trying to avoid actually promising giving up the territory.

Because suddenly this whole conversation is no longer about that. It's not about Hans' maturity level or his ability to rule. It's exclusively about how Hans is being pressured into a marriage he doesn't want and that Hanush is, effectively, blackmailing him here by withholding his inheritance in exchange. Which Hanush technically doesn't legally have the right to do. Which is precisely why he's invoking Hans' father here and the status of the nobility:

How interesting! Look at how quickly he switched topics again: now it's no longer about the duties of the nobility or what his father wants, now it's just "this will happen, you don't have a choice in the matter."

This is where Hanush was going with this conversation the whole time. He didn't necessarily want to get there if he could avoid it, but I imagine he expected it would end up there.

Hans does his best to find loopholes, like pointing out that her father might be against it since only her uncle arranged the betrothal and arguing that he might not like Jitka. Hanush doesn't care. It doesn't matter what Hans throws at him, he has an answer for everything!

Hans still isn't happy, but he decides to reroute the conversation back to the thing that's at stake here, which is his inheritance. Which is where things get really interesting.

Not to point out the obvious here but that's a nothing-burger.

You'll recall the conversation Henry and Hans have during The Prey in KCD1 where Hans explains why Hanush is still managing his property even though he's already an adult:

The king is, in fact, still gone, as Henry then correctly points out. One of them would sooner lock Hans up than confirm his claim and the other one is locked up in Vienna and is about to have his claim to the throne revoked.

What exactly would change if Hans marries Jitka? Hanush can try and convene that council to no real result. The country is at war. What if some of them have perished? What if they can't make it? What if some of them have changed sides and/or have a vested interest in seeing Hans not get his title?

Even more importantly, Hanush is not the only voice here. He'll "recommend that they decide in [his] favor," but that is far from a guarantee. For all he knows, they could still decide to deny Hans the claim. This is all extremely wishy-washy!

Beloved mutual @audentesfortunaiuvatt mentioned in her post that this could all be a ploy to just keep moving the goalposts and thereby keep Hanush in his position for as long as possible. But I think there's an additional layer to all of this. Which is that historically speaking, not only was Hanush a robber knight/baron (KCD1 confirms this as being the case in the games as well), but he had a gambling problem and thus a serious issue with debts. This is even hinted at during the conversation between him, Radzig, and Dry Devil!

And at an earlier occasion, we learn that he's a bit of a skinflint:

This conversation happening, of course, with the context of Hanush potentially ransoming (or not ransoming!) Hans out of captivity.

Hanush insists several times that he's only pushing this wedding on Hans because he gave his word to Botschek and that "his word is his word." But I think there's more to it than that.

Namely, the fact that Jitka is implied to all but be made of money. Even Hans acknowledges this in his conversation with Henry afterward. With those coffers full, Hanush would 100% benefit. And if we consider that angle, suddenly Hanush's extreme reactions to Godwin's news about the betrothal makes a lot of sense. Because first, he's under the impression that it's because Hans got someone pregnant:

And not just anyone, not even a peasant girl, a specifically impoverished noble's daughter. As if he would have been fine with it if only it had been a wealthy noble's daughter!

And then, it also explains his extremely positive reaction to the news of whom he'd be marrying:

Why else would he be celebrating to that extent? If this didn't affect him at all, I think his reaction would have been a lot less enthusiastic.

With that in mind, it also makes sense why he wouldn't want to give up control. His noble standing is quite meager compared to Hans', and he'd lose access not only to all that money but also to quite a few privileges he is afforded while acting as Hans' ward. Historically, we know it took seven more years before he was served up a court order for Jan to contest his claim in 1410 and two more after that until he got full control of his territory in 1412. Considering all the hints we've been given, I think Warhorse would be foolish not to use this to their benefit.

Even if it's just used in the name of Hans and Henry either a) ditching the wedding to rescue the king so he can declare that Hans gets his territories, or b) finding that Hanush is still clinging on to control and coming up with excuses at every turn even after the wedding and deciding to go rescue the king because of that. Hilariously, by the time Wenceslas was rescued, he was no longer king, so... that would actually be a fantastic way to finish things off, seeing as both games so far have ended on a note of "you win some, you lose some."

Mind you, none of this is to slander or villainize Hanush in any way. @koolcatses has put out two excellent posts that defend the man quite beautifully, and I agree with those. Hanush is an excellent ruler. We've been shown time and time again that this is the case. The people like him a lot and he quite clearly did a fantastic job teaching Hans how to be a good ruler. What I do, however, also think is that he wasn't (and still isn't) the best at providing for Hans a) enrichment in the enclosure aka his gilded bird cage, b) helping him grow emotionally, c) loving him the way he needed to be loved. He is a fantastic guardian. He is a terrible parent.

@georgecostanzaatemysoup made an excellent post on a similar topic recently, specifically about how Hans most likely learned that negative behavior got him attention, thus reinforcing said negative behavior. There's a lot of learned behavior there, and I agree with people who have said that Hans is the way he is because of Hanush. All that in mind, I don't think he's painted as the most sympathetic character tbh.

As for him helping Henry... that's really more Radzig's doing imo. Hanush is hosting them because Radzig doesn't have a new castle yet, but beyond that he doesn't have much of a relationship with Henry aside from him being squire to Hans, who happens to be Hanush's nephew.

And also, like, listen. When I play CK3, all the feminism and belief in love and free will that I normally have in me leaves my body while I do everything in my power to accrue more power and more territory. I will be the last person to judge Hanush in terms of just the pure... politics of it all. He is technically entirely correct in terms of this being good for Hans and his house! But from the perspective of someone who cares about Hans' emotional state, if he was unwilling to ask Hans he should have at least talked to him about it beforehand. Talked him into it, if need be! Hans says as much as well, and it's heartbreaking to see how little agency Hans is afforded in his life choices.

But that's another post entirely.

#tam stop writing essays challenge: impossible difficulty #the other two I have in my inbox still are also probably going to get long #because I apparently CANNOT HELP MYSELF #you can take the researcher out of academia buuuuut etc etc #kingdom come deliverance #kcd #kcd2 spoilers #hansry #hans capon #hanush of leipa #kcd meta #tam talks

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nolovelingers · 7 months ago

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WES HICKS AS YOUR BOYFRIEND ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

headcanons — // cw ! : some swearing ,, nsfw at the bottom ,, mostly just fluff + im in denial ab his death

WES HICKS AS YOUR BOYFRIEND . . . is the exact definition of puppy love seen in teenagers.

he’s liked you for as long as he can remember and there isn’t a single unpleasant memory of you in his mind. he was always scared to make a move but that doesn’t mean the feelings weren’t there.

his body seemed to naturally tilt in your direction when you were in a room together, and his attention would dart entirely to you when you spoke up. he listened closely to everything you said, encouraging your stories, asking questions and overall being an avid listener.

he was your biggest supporter and number one fan. he always felt so tingly and had a light feeling in his heart when you would smile at him or even grace your knuckles against his skin.

that being said, the day he asked you out and you actually said yes, he was stunned. fully embracing for your rejection and the humiliation that comes afterwards, he thought for a moment he must be dreaming.

wes is the sweetest boy you’ve ever met and a natural gentleman. holding doors open for you, helping you carry your bags when shopping, braiding a section of your hair for you and planting kisses to the back of your hand.

he’s also extremely supportive and a well educated man. thanks to growing up in a household with just his mother he’s more in touch with his sensitive side and knows a great deal about the female body.

very well spoken. wes is great at expressing how he is feeling with his words, his struggle is when it comes to actually saying them. he gets nervous about speaking up about how he feels sometimes but when he does he’s very clear about it all.

hicks is more of a stay in and enjoy each others company kind of guy, he loves having alone time with you, but he’ll have fun anywhere so long as you’re next to him.

you guys have tons of random cute dates that are more like married couple activities. going grocery shopping, getting a car fixed together, going to the gym, heading to the pharmacist, etc. wes is just always there and you guys do solo activities as a duo.

of course that doesn’t mean you guys won’t go out on the normal cute coupley dates. wes loves to go to carnivals, fairs and the arcade and you often find yourself making frequent visits to similar settings.

there’s no honeymoon phase with wes because he acts exactly the same throughout the relationship as he treats you at the start. he opens doors for you, walks you to class, always pays the bill, surprises you with small gifts, and pretty much makes you his top priority.

he’s liked girls before and has been in talking stages but he’s never been in a serious relationship like the one you’re in now so he puts his absolute all into it. he loves spoiling you so much by doing things like making you a gift basket or doing your homework for you after you fall asleep, from things ranging to gifts to acts of service.

you can see the way he feels about you just by the look in his eyes. he always has a permanent toothless smile painted on his face when you’re around and his eyes glisten and practically sparkle when they look at you. you can very easily see the love in his eyes, especially when you start talking.

he can be pretty shy when it comes to pda but he won’t mind small things like holding hands or a quick peck to the lips. he doesn’t like to be too touchy when out in the open and prefers to keep the physical part of your relationship for behind closed doors when it’s just the two of you.

wes holds you to such a high pedestal. you are literally never incorrect in his mind. if someone tries to say otherwise he is fast to jump in and defend your name like you were actually about to get canceled online for something serious, even if it was just because you solved a math question wrong and someone corrected you. he would rediscover math in a way that would make you right.

i dont see him as using social media very much, he probably has your initial and a <3 next to it in his Instagram bio at the least though.

your protector. you will never find someone who genuinely cares about your mental and physical being so much. he is always looking after you, whether you’re having a bad day with thoughts or if your life is actively in danger, he’s the one to count on.

he is constantly asking if you’re okay. if he notices your vibe is just a little bit off he will text you a short paragraph later on asking what’s up even if nothing is wrong.

honestly very sensitive when it comes to you. you matter the most to him out of everyone and so he clings off every sentence you say. like if you compliment his appearance one day and then don’t the next, the next day all he’ll think about is how he probably looked ugly. or if you jokingly make fun of one of his shirts for being plain you will find that he never wears that shirt again. he just wants to impress you.

you have so much power over him because of how much effort he’s putting into the relationship. he genuinely sees his whole future with you and has pictured the wedding and everything.

everything reminds him of you. you will get texts throughout the day of pictures he took of something random or links to things with a ‘this made me think about you’ text.

he loves sending you pictures of the sky. i can imagine him snapping a photo almost every other day and sending it to you, talking about how pretty the sunrise or sunset looked that day.

he’s not a very jealous boyfriend but he is insecure. he doesn’t get upset over you or mad at the person he’s jealous about but rather becomes very critical of himself. thinking about how he’s not good enough for you, how you and whoever would look so much better together, that he’s too boring for you, wtv.

having your go-to artists together. you and wes definitely have picked at least 1-5 musicians and bands that you listen to everytime your together. or certain songs that makes you think of each other. does anyone else get the vibe he’d listen to tv girl?

you both have a ritualistic habit of texting goodnight and good morning. the good morning texts are usually never an issue, but there have been times he sleep deprives himself at night waiting on your response to his goodnight while you’re already sound asleep and just forgot to respond. he usually passes out early anyway though, i dont imagine wes to be the type to stay up super late normally. he probably has a normal sleeping schedule, like anywhere from 9 to 11 pm.

having your own shows and movies you watch together are a must. wes is a huge fan of all of the classic blockbusters, like star wars, the godfather, sappy shit like titanic or notebook, wizard of oz, et, groundhog day, etc.

studying together! both library dates and going over to each others houses. the thing with wes is that if you say you’re studying, you’re studying. he is actually a good student and tries very hard with schoolwork, taking it seriously. this is not to say that you being there won’t distract him on occasion, because it definitely will, and you definitely have the power to pull his mind away, but he will ultimately actually try to do work. and don’t expect anything besides maybe a 3 minute make out sesh before he’s working again.

every special occasion is spent together. all holidays you’re invited into his home with open arms, and if you’re not able to go over to his hes negotiating any way for him to be able to attend whatever you were doing. whether it’s for halloween or fourth of july, he wants to spend the day with you.

texting all the time. literally all the time; on top of hanging out all the time. you guys are always talking, and he loves to text you and be informed about gossip or anything going on in your day. he will grasp for any details he can get.

he is SO ATTENTIVE when you are upset, on your cycle, angry, having an episode, etc. like seriously, it’s like he always knows what to say or ask to make you feel better. and hes always more than prepared to make a quick trip to a nearby store for some snacks or a cheap card game or something to take your mind off things.

going over to each others houses even if the other wasn’t home yet. his mom even offered to just make you a spare key and has gotten used to you entering her house before her own son does to go lay in his bed till he got home. hes comfortable letting you just wait in his room for him, and you get the chance to be nosy and snoop if you want while also enjoying the coziness of your boyfriends room; so win win!!!!!

oh matching pajamas FOR SURE! hes definitely a sucker for having a shared fuzzy pjs set, especially when you get to wear them out or to college. and when you guys are matching you bet hes gonna want to hold your hand the entire day, just so that anyone who saw you guys in case they didn’t get the memo before that you were together would now…..

definitely much more talkative when it’s just the two of you. when you guys are out with other friends hes more reserved and will just stick to your side, only really talking to you and even then will be less vocal as you guys are out. but the moment it’s just the two of you he is so much more expressive and open.

hes got a photo album of you that he loves to look at; on top of having you as his homescreen, and probably a few polaroids up of the two of you on his bedroom walls.

NSFW !!

DUDE!!!! AFTERCARE GALORE!!!! THIS MAN HAS BEEN RAISED RIGHT AND PROPER!!!!

he is so attentive to your needs and what you want, and the whole experience he spends tending to you and making sure you feel comfortable.

puts a pillow under ur back ❤️.

loves to let you be a pillow princess. hes a soft dom for sure, though wouldn’t mind letting you take charge from time to time if that’s what you wanted. but he loves taking care of you and doing all of the work so he gets to see your every reaction

i see him as probably sort of whiney in bed. he’ll try to bury his head in a pillow or your neck while hes fucking you to stifle his noises

loves giving. like ofc he’ll happily receive, but he genuinely enjoys giving more than he does receiving. he loves giving you head and servicing you, knowing hes the one who’s making your body feel so good just drives him fucking wild

he could do it for the entire day if he could. just lapping you up for hours and hours while you beg for him to give you a break.

always prepared, always uses protection (unless you ask!), and always has the necessary materials nearby.

big cuddler after as well. he just wants to hold you and go the fuck to sleep once you guys are both taken care of

started 8.07.23. finished 11.10.24.

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sewersewersewercouch · 3 months ago

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Microphone and ADHD: yet another very rambly analysis

GUESS WHO’S WRITING LONG TUMBLR POSTS ABOUT MIC AGAIN!!!!

i’ve been trying to formulate this post in my brain for a while and i’m finally writing it. I should add a disclaimer here: while i’ve done my own research for this, i’m also mostly writing from my own experience, which a) obviously every case of adhd is different, and b) while adhd is my only diagnosis at present, there are various other things that i’m questioning and in the process of being evaluated for which might also bleed into my experiences with adhd. If there are any issues please feel free to point them out! Also i don’t want to imply that if you don’t have adhd you can’t relate to mic, i’m just discussing the things i personally am seeing in canon. Also also, if this is weird and disjointed and rambly, well, you signed up to read a very long post by someone from adhd about blorbo from their shows.

I think what first comes to mind with Mic and ADHD traits for me is her impulsivity. This is something we see trip her up again and again—for example, when she yells at Fan in Tri Your Best, not considering how the noise could boost him into the air and ahead of her, or in Mazed and Confused, when she calls after Knife in the maze without realizing that Test Tube is in there as well. (And yes, she didn’t hear Baseball say that Test Tube was in there, but if she’d thought before she’d acted she might have considered looking around to make sure there were no Bright Lights missing as well.) Hell, another example I noticed was that during Mine Your Own Business, when Taco and Knife are arguing, Mic physically shoves Knife into the gem, and like, not gently, either—he slams into it pretty hard. It’s been pretty well established at this point that Mic is very averse to physical violence, and she definitely wouldn’t do anything like that intentionally, but the fact of the matter is, when she’s stressed like that, she just kind of makes a snap action without using her head.

This also ties into my second point, her difficulties with emotional regulation, which is something that’s very common with ADHD. I kind of struggle to describe how this shows up in Mic, because honestly, a lot of her seemingly overblown reactions are more of a “straw that breaks the camel’s back” type of situation where she takes so much shit from her teammates that obviously, who wouldn’t be upset? However, I do think it’s fair to say that she’s someone who’s quite easily frustrated, and can have a tendency to lash out quite harshly when she’s in this state. For example, in A Kick In The Right Direction, she’s pissed off about being relegated to goalie, which is fair, but she takes this out on Dough, who wasn’t involved in this decision, just because he happens to be near her, and she’s, like…pretty mean about it, too? Like, when he says he’s bored she says “so am I but not enough to talk to you” and then later flat out tells him to jump off a bridge. Yes, this second one was after he was distracting her and the Bright Lights got a goal past her, but still, it does feel like a pretty dramatic reaction. Especially as in general, Mic’s demeanor is friendly and outgoing, she clearly is someone who cares a lot about others’ well-being, and she’s just a nice person all around, but when something gets under her skin she’s immediately on the defensive and says stuff like this.

Also, just in general, Mic is very outwardly emotional. It’s one of the ways the narrative contrasts her with Taco, who for much of the story is incapable of giving up her facade, whereas Microphone is incapable of not wearing her heart on her sleeve. You can usually at any given time tell from Mic’s expressions and tone exactly what she’s feeling. This is especially noticeable as she’s frequently in a position where she has to lie, and she is…not good at it. Some of the time she falls back on the aforementioned defensiveness—for example, in Alternate Reality Show, when Suitcase asks what she’s painting and she replies, “Uh, zilch! Why are you picking today to talk to me for the first time ever?” and when Knife immediately after asks why she was late, she says, “I got other places to be? What’s it to you?” A lot of the time, though, she just gets all nervous and awkward. Adorable, undeniably, but not helpful when she’s in the position she’s in. (I was very charmed to find that she keeps this trait even after the game, what with her telling Taco to act natural and then going “Heyyyyy!!!! I, uh, found someone! :))))” as if that’s at all acting natural. Never change.) Mic feels everything very strongly, and she can’t naturally hide that like Taco can.

I also wanted to bring up Mic’s extreme sensitivity to negative feedback, or what’s often referred to as Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria—which, yes, I know that isn’t actually technically a diagnostic trait, but I would say it’s kind of an offshoot of emotional dysregulation combined with a response to being ostracised for being neurodivergent in a shitty ableist world. A lot of the time when Mic shows the traits I’ve mentioned here, and they trip her up, her teammates show her very little patience and compassion. (Baseball and Nickel are particularly guilty of this—Cheesy does it as well, but he also apologizes to her and it seems like they get along afterwards. Baseball, however, will be on thin ice until I hear a goddamn apology from him.) And while she tends to respond to their disparagement with anger externally, as mentioned above, it also clearly really upsets her in a deeper way. For all the amount she takes it out on others, she takes it out on herself tenfold: look at the words she uses to describe herself in her diary. “Annoying, harmful, random, useless, insignificant, loser.” This treatment, along with her previously mentioned sensitive emotions, make her very reactive to any form of perceived criticism or failure. Even in the finale, when she’s been through her own arc and had a while to heal from the toxic environment of the show, the image shown in the red line game shows that this is still what upsets her the most—the idea of being ignored and rejected by others.

I think this also goes the other way—she’s so sick of being disparaged that it turns into a desperation for approval and connection. This is kind of the foundation of her entire arc. I noticed this one moment in Mazed and Confused, where Taco offers to help her out and Mic says “Really? You would help me out?” as though she’s completely shocked by the idea of someone offering her help. Which makes sense—the only person who’s actually been there for her is Soap. And one could ask, why does Mic stay in her alliance with Taco? Clearly she realizes, deep down, that what she’s doing is unethical. Mic is someone who has a strong moral code that I think in most circumstances she’d care about more than the money. (Yes, I know, I know, the twist, but it’s been proven several times that contestants are more than capable of putting other things above the game. Look at Marshmallow, Clover, Lightbulb, and obviously, eventually Mic herself!) But I don’t think what keeps her pushing her cognitive dissonance down is actually anything about the money. It’s the approval she gets. Baseball, who as I’ve said is normally quite hard on her, compliments her when she does something right as a result of her cheating, and in so doing cements in her mind that cheating=people liking her. She also gets approval from Taco, which fuels this even more. And as this alliance goes on, it transforms into…well, I don’t know if I’d call it a friendship, per se, but it seems that Mic really does value Taco’s company and wants to connect with her on a more personal level, rather than just as a means to an end. This just muddies matters further, as Mic now has not only approval at stake, but also one of the few actual relationships she has in the game. It takes Taco killing two people in front of her for her to decide that’s not worth it.

I think I maybe got a little sidetracked from my point there, as I am very much wont to do, but I think this leads Mic to display some kinds of masking behavior. One facet of this is politeness/friendliness—and this is not to say that Mic isn’t genuinely an outgoing, friendly person. In my own experience, masking isn’t as cut and dry as “not acting like yourself”---rather, it’s often more putting certain, more socially acceptable aspects of one’s personality forward and suppressing the less acceptable ones. Her politeness also comes off as very stilted to me. For example, in Theft and Battery, where she says, “Guys, not to sound rude, but didn’t MePhone5S and 5C just try to kill MePhone4? Didn't this guy create them? Why would he support us if he just tried to kill us?” It seems like a weird thing to have to tack “not to sound rude” onto—it’s a completely valid and truthful point. But she’s so used to being perceived as rude that it seems she feels like she has to say that. There’s also another example I already talked about in a different post but will go back over here—in Mine Your Own Business, when Mic and Taco are trying to sneak past Knife, but Mic sneezes and then follows it up with “Sorry! ‘Scuse me!” Which, as Taco points out, isn’t something people normally do. And immediately Mic falls back on her other defense mechanism, lashing out. If you listen to what she’s saying when they’re arguing, it’s “What was I supposed to say, ‘bless me’ and bless myself? You’re the one who’s always trying to be proper, what’s your problem?” I think this moment says a lot about her—when she knows she’s messed up, she tries to cover for it with politeness, but she also doesn’t quite get the social rules right. It’s very much something that’s put on, not that comes naturally to her. (This is where I realized she has many parallels with my other favorite Cabby, but that’s a whole different can of worms.)

However, she also masks in kind of the other direction, that is, putting others down to boost herself up. The Grand Slams are not the healthiest of teams, to put it lightly, and Mic mimics the behavior she sees in others that brings them social success. For example, when she jokes to Baseball about not wanting to “pull a Balloon—” Balloon being unpopular as he is, she knows other people will find mocking him funny. And it works! Baseball laughs! She tries this again later, when she says to Knife “talk about emotional baggage” in regards to Suitcase, but this time he doesn’t respond well. Mic seems genuinely surprised at this—this method has worked for her before, so she’s put off by the fact that it doesn’t work this time. And I should say—this isn’t something Taco tells her to do. She does it entirely of her own volition.

Actually, looking at this more, it seems more like part of something she mostly does during her alliance with Taco—an unaffected, jokey front she tends to put on when she’s lying or messing with people, to…limited success, as discussed earlier, but I think she also uses it when she’s lying to herself, or trying to convince herself that what she or Taco is doing isn’t wrong. I had a few examples in mind. The first is in Kick the Bucket, right after the Nickel and Balloon double elimination, when she says, “Well, ha, what a lively experience! Well, not much to gain from sitting around and doing nothing. See ya!” It’s oddly nonchalant when clearly everyone around her is upset, and we see her look concerned for a second beforehand before she goes into this. I interpret that as her…kind of seeing that what just happened messed things up for a lot of people and that it was her fault, but she’s not ready to accept that truth yet. She also uses this affect throughout Mine Your Own Business—both with Taco, as an attempt to get her to open up, and with Knife, I think in some ways trying to mimic what Taco did to recruit her in order to do the same with him. Neither of these are successful. Knife being Knife, he’s someone who’s very able to see right through people (figuratively speaking, that is, because now people can literally see right through him! Get it? Because he’s a ghost? Please imagine the sound of Cheesy slapping his knee from somewhere in the distance). He plants seeds of doubt in Mic’s mind by telling her about Pickle—and she’s still not ready for those seeds to grow, but they certainly are there. In fact, the next time we see her use this behavior, it’s in Hatching the Plan, when she jokes that Taco will “inevitably drop me too or whatever.” She says it casually, but clearly what Knife said is still on her mind, and she’s trying to convince herself that what happened to Pickle won’t happen to her even though she doesn’t at all believe herself. I also think looking at this behavior has really clarified my view of her in the movie—at first I was frustrated at how she seemed much more calm and collected than I would have expected her to, both about the general horrors happening to everyone, and specifically about Taco. I talked about those criticisms in another post, and I do still stand by them to some extent, I would have written her differently. But I don’t think it’s as incongruent with her character as I did before—in fact, I think there’s plenty of precedent for her masking like that in situations of greatly conflicted emotion. (Oddly enough, I think it’s something she has in common with Taco, but Taco’s just better with it.) I kind of doubt she was quite mentally ready to reconnect with Taco yet, but in such a dire situation she doesn’t have time to process all that, so she just kind of shoves that to the back of her brain. Not to say that I don’t think she genuinely cares for Taco, but I do think there’s a lot of processing she hasn’t done yet about her that will hopefully be a topic of discussion later please please please AE please for me???? Anyways, I do think this is a response to her aforementioned emotional dysregulation tending to create problems for her, and it’s definitely a masking technique in my eyes.

I also want to touch briefly on Microphone and Soap’s friendship, because while it’s not evidence for my point exactly, per se, I do think it’s relevant. While unfortunately pretty stereotypical representation, I would say it’s generally considered true that Soap is coded as having OCD. Now I’m not going to say that all neurodivergent people can easily be friends with one another, I know that’s not true. However, looking at the scene we see with the two of them in Rain On Your Charade, it certainly plays a part in this specific friendship. Mic helps Soap cope with her compulsions, and Soap is the only person at this time who really values Mic and doesn’t see her as a burden just because she’s accident-prone.

One minor thing I also wanted to point out was how it’s pretty common for people with ADHD to struggle with controlling our voices, including the tone, speed, and…well, volume. I can’t count the amount of times I’ve had people tell me that I’m talking loudly and I didn’t even realize it. I trust I don’t have to explain how this point is relevant to Mic, and it does very much fit.

There was one specific line that inspired me to write this post, from Everything’s A-OJ: “I’m trying harder than anyone else, so why do I always lose?” One of the diagnostic traits for ADHD is described as making “careless mistakes” in activities, and I never have particularly loved that phrasing. It may look careless on the outside, because it’s often mistakes that other people can easily avoid, but when you have a disorder that affects your attention, impulse control, memory, executive function, et cetera et cetera et cetera, you doing your best might look like someone else half-assing it. Not to get too personal on my blorbo post, but I keep thinking about this one teacher I had in middle school who, when I messed something up in a class, said “oh, that’s such a Clonnie move!” I’m sure she doesn’t remember that, but I do, because when you hear over and over again that people associate you with making mistakes, that shit sticks with you, and eventually when nothing you do helps you start to feel like you’re the mistake. That’s why Mic as a character resonates with me so much. God willing AnimationEpic will bring my girl back because I would like to see how Mic heals from that mindset as time goes on and where she goes from here.

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