#but susie is fucking oblivious

[furkrum]

"no way! shes too cool for me!!"

[blueywrites]

baby can we smoke?

eddie munson x ditsy!fem!reader you're the last person eddie expects to leave a note in his locker, but he won't regret meeting you out by the picnic table.

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cw: 18+. innocent reader (not minor-coded), corruption kink, weed usage, allusions to smut while high, no y/n, no physical descriptions.

Another 'naughty nights' ask that got a bit lengthy (check out the original ask here). I had fun writing from this perspective! Should I continue this with a part two? 👀 Let me know what you think. (PART TWO IS HERE!)

enjoy xx

Eddie finds the note in his locker right before lunch. It's written on a quarter of a math worksheet, ripped carefully at the folds and decorated with little doodles of hearts and clouds and shooting stars drawn in sparkly purple pen. That's not the only note in there, but it’s the only one that has him curious, ‘cause it’s from you.

He stops by your lunch table just before the final bell, letting his eyes rove over you while you aren’t paying attention. You’re wearing your typical attire: a fuzzy, pastel-colored sweater, baggy and soft-looking like cotton candy, paired with a little pleated skirt and that heart locket he always sees hanging from your neck in the class you share. He hadn’t pegged you as the type of girl to smoke, and it isn’t just because of the way you look since his clientele is diverse, dips into almost every pocket of the high school social ecosystem. It’s more the way you carry yourself— you seem to kind of float through life, let it bob you about without any resistance or, like, awareness, even? Like, you hum to yourself while you take notes; you don’t talk a ton, but when you do, you’ll talk to literally anybody who’s in proximity to you, including the teachers; and you’re always either giggling or smiling or, sometimes, wearing a look of vague confusion where your glossed lips will hang open, parted in a little ‘o’ like with all your concentration focused on trying to understand something, you have nothing left over to control your face.

Eddie doesn’t wanna call you dumb because that’d make him feel like an asshole, but you just seem so… innocent to be asking him to teach you how to smoke weed. It briefly crosses his mind that someone might just be trying to fuck with him and you hadn’t actually written the note, but when you finally notice him nearby, your wispy-lashed eyes widen eagerly like you’d been expecting him. 

“Yeah, so,” you say, as if continuing a conversation you’d already been having with him, “I really wanna get high, and Susie said you’re the one who sells weed, but I just don’t know how to smoke. I’ve never done it before, not even, like, cigarettes or anything.”

You seem oblivious to the way several heads at the tables around yours swing around to stare, easily overhearing since you’re not making any effort to lower your voice. Eddie merely quirks a brow at them, and when they make eye contact with him, they turn back around. “So,” you go on, “I’d just need you to help me, show me how to smoke and stuff. Would that be okay?”

Eddie debates it for just a moment before relenting with a nod. He tells you to meet him after school at the picnic table behind the athletic fields and you agree right away, smiling up at him with an expression of such utter awe and glee that he has to stop himself from snorting in amusement. It’s funny, but it’s also kind of cute, too— Eddie doesn’t remember the last time someone was so excited at the idea of receiving his help, and your enthusiasm is endearing.

It’s simply endearing all the way up until he has you sitting facing him on the picnic bench, kicking your little feet idly while you straddle it, staring at him with that little ‘o’ face of concentration as he deftly grinds the bud. You plant your hands between your spread legs, leaning forward and watching with rapt fascination as he begins to pack the green into the paper. Your bare knees press against the inside of his, soft and warm through the rips in his jeans; his eyes flick to the hem of your skirt, the way it’s barely long enough to poke out from the pooling of sweater fabric at your lap, and he adds a bonus pinch or two to the joint. It’s fat when he finishes rolling, pinching it between two callused fingers as he tilts to the side and tugs his zippo from his pocket. The lighter draws your gaze like a fluttering moth, your attention snared by the flickering flame, and Eddie finds himself staring at you for a moment before he blinks his fascination away.

“Okay.” Eddie speaks once the paper catches, and your eyes dart from the smoldering tip to his face, expectant and waiting. You’re close enough that he can see where your mascara has flaked a little onto your lids, and from this distance, your helplessness— how dependent you are on him, how sweet and open and utterly trusting you look— elicits a pang low in his belly. He swallows. “So, you’re gonna wanna keep the smoke in your mouth first, and then inhale. Not too deep though, or else you’ll cough it all out and waste it. Here, I’ll show you.” 

Eddie watches you watch him as his lips wrap around the end of the joint and he pulls from it, fairly shallowly compared to what he’d usually do. He drops his hand so you can see, lets his cheeks puff out so you won’t miss the way he’s collecting the smoke. 

And that look on your face is so entranced, Eddie feels suddenly powerful. His chest expands on the inhale, and he smirks at you, closed-mouthed and crooked as your eyes widen at how long he holds it before he lets it billow from his nose like a dragon. That delights you, and the rest of the smoke escapes Eddie’s mouth on a raspy chuckle at how simple it is to please you.

“It’s that easy?” you ask as he waves the lingering smoke away, clearing the space between you.

“‘S that easy, sweetheart,” Eddie confirms. And he finds it curious when you bite your lip, dragging your teeth along the gloss there in such a way that it has him wondering how sticky it must feel. “You ready to give it a try?”

You nod, head bouncing like a dashboard bobblehead, but when Eddie maneuvers the joint in his fingers and holds out the end for you to take, you hesitate, fidgeting and pulling at your sweater sleeves so they cover your fingers. 

“You want me to hold it for you?” Eddie guesses, and you nod again, meeting his gaze with a sweet little grateful smile that has his belly panging again, stirring with the barest amount of low, liquid heat. He reaches out, letting his hand hover at the side of your face, hesitating as he looks to you. “Can I—?”

“Yeah,” you say, your voice small and wispy in a way that isn’t helping with those stirrings he’s feeling. And your cheek is so smooth when he cups it in his hand, using the light grip to guide your face up and hold you steady for him as he brings the joint to your pouty lips. They brush Eddie’s thumb when they part for him to place the joint between them, sticking your flesh to his as you hesitantly pull the smoke into your mouth. 

“That’s it,” he rasps, merely wanting to encourage you, but you just won’t stop staring at him like that as he feeds you the hit. Like, shit, can you really blame him when the stirring creeps lower, down from his belly into his groin? Your cheeks puff up with smoke, and he can almost feel what it’d be like to see the outline of his dickhead poking out of one— all soft and slick inside, plush skin stretched tight around his—

Your hands are flapping in the air between you like you’re trying not to grab onto him, and when Eddie notices the distressed pinch between your brows, he pulls the joint hastily from between your lips. You look like a fucking chipmunk, your cheeks are so full, and Eddie realizes that as he’d zoned out thinking about his cock in your mouth, you just kept sucking and sucking ‘til you literally couldn’t anymore. 

Quickly, Eddie clutches the joint in his teeth to free his hands, gently cupping your full cheeks; sympathetic, patronizing, he says through it, “You didn’t have to— s’too much, honey, just blow a little out, okay?” 

Smoke eeks out from your pursed lips in a steady stream until he pats your face with his fingertips. “Okay, that’s enough,” he says hurriedly, lest you release the entire hit. Obedient to a fault, you are, and damn him for where his mind wanders with that information. “Now, slowly—” he tips his chin, widening his eyes for emphasis, “slowly breathe it in. Take it nice and easy.”

You do as he says, and his shoulders nearly sag with relief when you do it successfully. “Okay, hold it for a few,” he coaxes, dropping his hands and absentmindedly plucking the joint from between his teeth, watching you closely for any signs of difficulty. When you remain placid, a proud grin spreads over his face, and as the seconds tick on, you grow mutually excited, your lips pressed tight and your eyes all lit up as you look back at him. Pretty, he thinks, and then again when you finally let the breath go and smile radiantly.

“I did it!” you exclaim, drumming your sleeved hands on your thighs excitedly as you giggle.

“You did,” Eddie replies, warm and fond at the sight of your happiness and the part he played in it. He takes another hit of his own— quicker but deeper than his first— and inclines his head once he’s released it, flashing his brows encouragingly at you. “You wanna try it again?”

“Definitely,” you say, tipping your face up and leaning in expectantly. Your scent washes over him, something fruity maybe, and Eddie has to try hard not to lean further forward and drag his tongue across your lips, to pry them open and see if the inside of your mouth tastes as sweet as you smell. 

For a good while, you and Eddie trade hits back and forth, one for you for every two of his until the whites of your eyes go pink and your body loosens, unraveling upon the picnic table. You end up in a deep lean against the tabletop, your head propped in your hand, your breast squished against the wooden edge in such a way that even in that fuzzy near-shapeless sweater, the sight tantalizes him. Eddie’s feeling as high as you look, mirroring your posture with his knees spread wide, engulfing your shorter thighs in a dark frame of denim. He’s high enough that he doesn’t have that typical discomfort pinching in his chest at the silence between you, doesn’t feel the need to fill it by talking about whatever shit pops into his head. He’s consumed instead with sensation— the breeze ruffling his frizzy curls, tickling him with broken strands along his hairline; the dull crunch of old, nearly-rotted leaves under his sneakers; the hollow thrum of his pulse in his ears and the flow of living blood through his veins, cycling with each slow, rhythmic throb of his heart. And as he looks across at you— sweet, soft, sensual you — Eddie finds that since the high has his nerves all alight, he wants to touch your skin again, see how it feels now under his sensitized fingers.

The weed-haze brings with it a certain fond, almost nostalgic influence. It’s one that breaks down barriers, creates closeness where there wasn’t any, or magnifies it where there was. Your bodies are certainly closer now, sagging inward toward one another as you laze in mutual drug-induced comfort. Eddie’s used to feeling that influence, but you’re not, so when he reaches out and runs his finger down the back of your hand, you let out a small gasp at the contact. Startled, he jerks his dipping chin upright, bloodshot eyes darting to your face. But he finds no upset there, only surprise and shy pleasure painted across your features. So he plucks your hand from your lap, tugging it gently over to him and letting it rest on his thigh so he can satisfy his fascination with the texture of your skin. Your fingers twitch a little as he laces them with his, slowly dragging his fingertips through the gaps and then down your palm to your wrist. When his thumb comes back up to trace the outside of yours, you nudge into his touch, relaxing into the sensation with a languid sigh.

“Does it feel nice? The high,” he clarifies when you blink at him, droopy-lidded and wearing your little ‘o’ face. He keeps tracing along the valley of your thumb, dipping down and then back up along your index finger, enjoying the tickle of your skin against his calluses.

“Mm-hmm.” You smile, your eyes dropping to your joined hands. “Feels really nice. Kinda floaty, like my head’s not as heavy anymore.”

Eddie crooks a smile, humming his agreement. Lax and pliant, you let him continue to play with your fingers, and he’s suddenly hit with a potent impulsive urge to bring your limp hand to his mouth and nibble your fingertips, lick the smooth polish of your painted nails, suck your pinkie into his mouth and tease your skin with his tongue to see what sound you’d make. He doesn’t do that. But he does let his fingers snake under the sleeve of your fuzzy sweater, let them creep along your forearm up to the crease of your inner elbow. He drags his thumb in slow circles there, crawling around and around until he finds what he’s looking for: a sign that you feel the same stirring in your belly that he feels, revealed by the slightest whisper of a moan his touch pulls from your lips.

Encouraged, Eddie’s hands travel then— tugging out of your sleeve to smooth up your arm and over the dip of your shoulder; palming your neck, dragging up to your ear to cup around the base of your skull; ghosting across your ribcage and down to your hip; then sneaking just beneath the pleats of your tiny skirt, flexing against the hidden skin there. All the while, that liquid heat sloshes around in his belly, spreading low between his hips, dripping down to tighten in his balls and fill out his stiffening cock.

He doesn’t know exactly how it happens, but eventually, you end up laid out on the rough wood bench, your legs dangling to either side of his head as he kneels before you, nosing at the tender skin of your inner thigh. Your sigh is a shuddery, eager thing when his teeth graze the lacy edge of your cotton panties, which to his delight are swallowed up a little by the plump of your pussy lips. “Can I take these off?” Eddie asks, forcedly casual and only slightly gritty as he tries to bite back his own rabid eagerness lest he scare you off with it. But you’re quick to say yes, so quick that it tells him you want this just as much as he does, and maybe even more, though he can scarcely believe that. 

The thought makes him cocky. He eases your panties down, deliberately slow to see if you’ll get impatient. Sure enough, you wiggle your hips, whining quietly to try to hurry him; the power your neediness gives him surges with his arousal as he feels just how damp the fabric is when he balls it in his fist. Hastily, he tucks your panties into his back pocket, his eyes locked on that sweet, swollen place between your legs. 

 "Aw, look’it her,” he croons, splaying his long fingers against your inner thighs to spread you more open for him. “Can't believe you been hiding her all this time under these little skirts you wear.” 

If you’re cute, your pussy is adorable— plump like a peach, wet and ripe and glistening as he presses into your slit with his thumbs and pulls your lips apart to see more of her. She yields easily for him, splitting with a sticky click to reveal your quivering hole and your fat clit already peeking coyly from its hood. “Oh, she's so pretty, baby,” Eddie praises, his mouth watering and his cock jerking in his tight jeans, stiffening further against his zipper. “And she’s so wet already. Bet I can make 'er spit for me." 

You coo, and he lifts his head to see you biting your lip through an eager grin. "Yeah? You excited for me to touch you?" Eddie chuckles, equally fond and condescending. "Aren’t you just a sweet little thing."

“R’you gonna eat my pussy, Eddie?” you ask, and the question is so dirty but your voice sounds so goddamn innocent that he can’t help but chuckle again, this time in disbelief. 

“Yeah, baby,” he rasps, palming himself quickly over his jeans to try to bring relief because his dick is suddenly so fucking hard it aches. “I’m gonna eat your pussy.”

[arachpool]

Dustin was the first to figure out that Eddie and Steve were dating, and the funny part? They hadn’t even begun dating at that point.

Dustin had been close with the both of them long enough to understand how they acted around people they were attracted to; Eddie liked physical contact, always brushing shoulders or knees with the object of his affections. Steve, on the other hand, stared. He would stare and admire and smile and observe. Dustin saw both sides, and came to the assumption that they were together already.

He realized his assumption was wrong while helping Eddie set up for their DND session at Steve’s house (Dustin volunteered Steve; he had the biggest house, it was the easiest option).

Eddie and Dustin had snuck into Steve’s house at about 8 am, trying their bests to be quiet considering Steve appeared to be asleep. This all went down the drain when Eddie and Dustin began squabbling over something simple, both of them getting louder and louder, to the point they woke Steve up.

Steve came stumbling down his staircase, eyes squished shut to hide from the sun, white tee shirt riding up his chest as he scratched at his side and dark blue and white checkered boxers hugging his thighs, clearly a little tight for boxers. Eddie shut up within seconds, face turning shades of red as he stared at Steve with wide eyes. Dustin hid the half naked Steve from his vision.

“God, man, put some clothes on,” Dustin said, and Steve scoffed.

“You’re in my house, Henderson. Deal with it. Fuck, you two are early as shit. Did you pick up Dustin?” Dustin, after a second, realized that Eddie was being spoken to, and glanced at Eddie, who was still staring, seemingly completely oblivious to Steve’s question. Dustin kicked Eddie in the shin.

“Fuck! What?” Steve snorted a laugh, dragging his hand through undone hair, only distracting Eddie a little more.

“Did you pick up Dustin?”

“Yeah. The little shit left trash in my van again,” Eddie teased affectionately, ruffling Dustin’s hair and hat around a little. Dustin grinned slightly. Steve smiled, watching Eddie with admiration. Dustin, who was used to this pining by now, didn’t notice it much.

“Well. I guess I’ll get up now. Do you two want breakfast?”

“God, Harrington, you can’t cook-”

“Yes. Yes, please,” Eddie interrupted. Dustin gave him a look. Steve smiled gently and walked back up the stairs.

“God, can you two wait to be domestic until y’all actually live together?” Dustin grumbled, tugging the edge of a cloth to straighten it.

“I’m- what?” Eddie asked, brows furrowed in evident confusion. Dustin blinked.

“You and Steve. I’m pretty sure the entirety of Hellfire knows you two are dating by now.” Eddie flushed a bright red, shoulders tightening up.

“We aren’t dating!” he defended, voice pitching. Dustin snorted.

“Sure.”

“Seriously, Henderson. Not dating,” Eddie said, mumbling by the end of it. Dustin took that, turning to stare.

“You’re serious?” Eddie hummed and glanced at his watch, then glanced at the wall clock. “Dude. No way you two aren’t dating. He obviously likes you back.”

“Dustin, don’t meddle,” Eddie warned, and before Dustin could continue, Mike entered, an anxious Will entering behind him. Eddie grinned at the new member of the party, approaching instantly.

“Is this the famous Will the Wise I’ve heard so much about?” Eddie boasted, slightly pushing Mike. Mike huffed a laugh, and Will smiled, rubbing the back of his neck. Dustin saw Steve at the steps, and followed him into the kitchen.

“Harrington. Harrington. Steve!”

“Mm? Yeah?” Steve asked, turning as if his name hadn’t been repeated thrice now.

“Dude. You like Eddie.” Steve turned red.

“I do not.”

“You do too!”

“What makes you think that?” Steve asked, turning the stove on.

“Dude! You stare at him, incessantly. It’s kind of annoying at this point honestly, even I’m not that obsessed with Susie. You smile at him with that dork ass smile of yours and you make those shitty jokes that have worked on no one in the history of never, and Eddie always laughs at them, not because you’re particularly funny, but because he thinks you’re a fucking dork, because you are, and laughs because he definitely likes you too,” Dustin rambled. Steve blinked a bit, staring at Dustin.

“You think?”

“Dude, I know! Sure, sure, the guy’s kinda touchy with everyone, but not as much as he is with you. Good lord, he always sits next to you and he laughs at all your jokes and he calls you ‘princess’ all the time, Harrington are you dense?” Steve stared some more. Dustin blinked before rubbing his temples. “You’re hopeless dude. Absolutely hopeless.”

—

A week later, Dustin is pulled away from some code he was toying with by incessant knocking on his front door.

“Dusty can you get it?! Im making cookies and my hands are all greasy!”

“Of course, Mom!” Dustin called before making sure his code wouldn’t disappear and running downstairs to shut up the knocking. He yanked the door open, met with Eddie’s fist, which almost connected with his face before Eddie jumped.

“Henderson!”

“Munson!” Dustin returned with mock enthusiasm. “What are you doing pounding on my door at seven at night?? It’s dark out. Aren’t you working today-”

“Steve asked me out. Steve Harrington asked me out.”

“Yeah, Ed, Theres only one Steve that we both know and it’s Steve Harrington, oh my lord,” Dustin heaved before Eddie shook Dustin’s shoulders.

“He asked me out, Dustin!”

“Good! The world itself is exhausted with watching you two pine for each other.” Eddie’s face flattened.

“You need to bring the attitude down a few notches.”

“You need to bring your crush down a few notches.”

“Oh my god. Be happy for me.”

“I’m happy for me, you two are finally getting together.”

[sami-salami]

💜🪓Susie x Fem! Reader headcannons. 🪓💜

Because when you can't find what you want, just do it yourself.

This girl has stolen my heart oml

She/they pronouns are used for the reader.

Warnings: Swearing, a touch of angst.

* Susie is... not the best with expressing how she feels. This isn't some NEW discovery. Anybody who knows her below the surface level knows that. So, when she started to feel all light and fuzzy inside around you, she didn't know how to tell you. In her mind, it was probably better that way anyway. I mean, she doesn't exactly have the best reputation in school or in general. Not to mention, there's no way in hell that anyone could love her like that. Right?

* Well..

* Even though it's painfully obvious to everyone around you two that you like her, she is absolutely oblivious to any romantic advance you make on her. It's not necessarily that she's dumb, she just doesn't see it with you. She could tell if two people liked each other easily, but if that person's her? Nah, not happening.

* She's tough for sure; not really letting anyone see the non-punchy-I-want-to-kick-everyone's-ass-24/7 side. With you, though? She can let her guard down, just a little. That's something about you that she's always liked. The way she can be more of herself around you like it's nothing. What the hell were you thinking, being so.. cool.. and funny.. and pretty.. and smart.. and just.. so you??? Yeah, what were you thinking, nerd???

* You aren't stupid. You see the way she looks at you from time to time; like she's entranced by what you say, what you do, or just.. you all around. You just didn't think it was true. 'Maybe she's just a little tired today, or maybe she just spaced out for a bit?' Yeah, no. She's just admiring you and the way you do pretty much everything.

* In the dark world, it was pretty hard for the !?!? Squad to not have to pull you two away from each other; you were almost always talking, or messing around, or unknowingly flirting. (Despite how bad Susie is with it)

* Oh boy, was it hard for you not to get absolutely absorbed with her there. It was hard anyway, but in the dark world? Oh honey sweetie darling gravy, do you have a big storm coming. The way her messy hair flowed as she walked, her big cocky grin, how her outfit just made her look 10× more badass.. man. Kris was surprised you didn't, like, make out with her right then and there (though they'd like to not see that but would be happy for you two nonetheless).

* Speaking of which, Kris is a wingman to you two, basically. With how silent and off-putting they are sometimes, they're surprisingly good with quietly getting you two alone, much to Ralsei's confusion.

* Susie didn't know how to react when she saw you in your dark world form. As she would put it: "(WHY THE HELL DO THEY LOOK SO.. PRETTY??? AND REALLY FUCKING SICK LOOKING???) What, you trying to one-up me or something? MY BADASSERY CAN'T BE MATCHED, SO SUCK IT!" She says, in the most non serious way ever. You rolled your eyes as you looked away, your cheeks turning a faint hue of pink. She thought it was cute but assumed it was just the lighting.

* She'll always stand closer up to you than the others will. She likes being near you, no duh, but she also just wants a good look at you whenever she does something particularly flashy to see if you're impressed, or see your reactions to things she says. (She's HILARIOUS)

* Susie is protective of you for sure, but you never really take notice unless someone says something to you to your face.

"You wanna repeat that, dipshit?" And oh how she loved watching the color drain from their face as they realized who was behind them.

"Say anything like that again, and I'll rip you to shreds, you got that, freak?"

* the few times you got to see that happen, you couldn't say you didn't feel butterflies all around. She wanted to protect you? Gosh, she cared that much? You could definitely take care of yourself, but seeing her do that for you made you fall for her a little more those days.

* When she eventually did confess to you, it was.. less than graceful. Kris and Ralsei had pressured her to do it, since they knew it would get no where with how oblivious you two were to each others affection. She took you behind the school, where no prying eyes would see (Kris) and fumbled on her words.

"Hey.. so um.." she started, trailing off. Damn.. when the hell was she this nervous? "Y-yeah? What did you want to talk to me about?" You ushered. She fiddled with her hands and put an arm on her neck. She paused before eventually starting. "Okay, listen. I just wanted to say that I think you're really cool and was wondering if y-you're free tomorrow..? Maybe we can go to QC's orsomethingidontknow..." She very quickly spat out. "Oh! Yeah, sure, is there any particular reason why? I think you're a pretty nice person too!" You smiled, a blush on your face. (God dammit.. she didn't pick up what I meant?? And UGH, WHY DO THEY HAVE TO LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT..????) She thought. Her face was definitely painted in confusion. Then, it turned to frustration. She grabbed your shoulders tight and shook you up, yelling through her sharp teeth. "COULD YOU SERIOUSLY NOT TELL WHAT I'M SAYING??? ARE YOU STUPID??? DEAF?? SUFFERING BRAIN DAMAGE OR SOMETHING??? IM SAYING THAT I WANT TO DATE YOU, DUMBASS!" She released you from her hold, and you had to take a second to compose yourself after being shook so violently, but also to process. "Oh."

...

"OH!!??" Susie crossed her arms and looked down, her hair covering her eyes, hiding her expression. She thought that meant you didn't like her back, and was fully prepared to go back to being the edgy, angry person she once was.

"H..huh!?"

Her thoughts were cut off by a warmth she hadn't felt in a while. She looked towards you, and you were.. hugging her? "HEYWHATAREYOUDOING?" She jumped back, surprised, her eyes wide. You stood still a moment and laughed. You covered your mouth and laughed. "UM? WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE LAUGHING AT?" She asked loudly, and you reduced your laughter to giggles. "I'm sorry.. I just.. that was so.. cute!" You looked at her in a way that made her heart pound through her chest. "Cute?" She chuckled, "who do YOU think you're calling cute? Is it in the room with us now??" She smirked, joking around. All the tension in Susie's body left. You wiped away tears from your eyes from how hard you were laughing together. "Yeah, actually. Might have to use my top of the notch detective skills for this one, but I think it's right..." You trailed your finger around the environment, slowly moving it up to point at Susie. "Here!" You pressed her nose, she smiled, her eyes widen again. "Ooh, come here you little-!" She grabbed your neck with her arms and rubbed her knuckles on your head, giving you a nookie and messing up your hair. "Susie!" You yelled. You were content in this moment. It's like nothing mattered. Susie was, too. I mean, who wouldn't be? They were both with the girls of their dreams, and nothing could take away from this moment.

Snap!

You two stopped the tomfoolery and looked to the side, seeing Kris with a Polaroid camera, snickering to themselves. Susie glared at them hard before screaming: "KRIS, I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL KILL YOU, GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE NOW!" and booked it to chase Kris. (They're a goner), you thought, shaking your head, smiling. You looked to the sky and sighed. (Wow, I'm really dating Susie now, huh? How'd that happen?)

Eventually, you ran into Susie again after her rampage against Kris.

"Hey, Susie?" "U-uh, yeah?" "Yes, I'm free tomorrow. How about the park instead?" You got a little more confident than usual and kissed her on the cheek, quickly losing that confidence and speed walking away. She was stunned for a second. (Did.. did they really just..?) She thought to herself before giving her classic toothy grin. In the distance, you heard her say, "Yeah, sounds great."

Your heart was beating so loudly, and so was hers. All Susie could think was: (Did I actually score the best person in town? Man.. never thought I'd get this lucky.)

With that, you went your separate ways, preparing for the next day eagerly.

* From then on out, you two became the strongest power couple the world has ever seen. And Susie made sure everyone knew it. She'd definitely rub it in people's faces (specifically to everyone she knew had a crush on you too) just to piss people off. Don't get it wrong though, she's showing you off regardless.

* "You see her? Yeah? That's my girlfriend, actually, AND YOU CANT HAVE HER, LOSER!" and she'd run away laughing.

* If you ever got hurt by someone elses hand, oh boy. They are IN for it.

"Who."

"W-what..?"

"WHO. DID THIS. TO YOU?"

She wouldn't kill them, yet. She'd give them a world of pain though. And if they pull the same stunt again? Yeah, they're as good as gone. Luckily, everyone in the dark world after that encounter with Susie stayed far away from you. Or if they didn't, they'd treat you surprisingly well. However, her first priority of course, would be making sure you're okay. She'd call Ralsei for help, or attempt to patch you up herself if he wasn't there. She constantly would repeat "I'm sorry." Or "I'm such an idiot!"

* In her mind, you're one of the only things in her life that cares for her, and she'll be damned if anyone has the gull to take you from her.

* Playing off of that, she'll do anything in her power to make you happy, even if it seems like she hates it. She doesn't want to lose you, and she just wants to be enough for you.

* She doesn't know how to compliment people well, so expect things to be said that don't entirely make sense. "You have a nice face." Or just a simple "You're cool." You know she means well and wants to say something poetic, but honestly, her actions speak everything she can't.

* For example, she's a big gift giver, but not in the traditional sense? She's broke, so gifts would usually come in the form of random leaves, a cool stick that looks like a sword, or things that have been stolen. A lot of the time, she'll show up to school early to place these little trinkets on your desk for you to find. She'll sit and wait for you to arrive and she thrives on seeing your face when she gets something for you.

"Susie, did you get this for me?" You say, with a big smile.

"What? Me? Pssh, nah.

...

..maybe," Susie mumbles, averting her eyes and tail (that she DEFINITELY doesn't have) wagging.

* She's not HUGE on PDA; however, she's not opposed holding hands. Hugging and quick pecks on the cheek are typically reserved for every now and again. She loves it when it happens, though. Susie tenses up every time, and a dumb grin creeps on her face that she tries to hide with a cough.

"(Coughs) huh? What? Yeah, just got something stuck in my throat. Uh huh. Totally..!"

Once you two are in private, she's all over you! Susie may be rude and crude on the outside, but man, is she a big ol' teddy bear on the inside. She isn't used to affection at all due to her home life being.. not exactly the best, so typically, you'll have to initiate hugs, cuddling, etc.

If you've been giving her kisses in public, as soon as you're alone, she's basically attacking your face with them.

Cuddling is something she loves for sure. She just loves holding something, especially since that thing is you. If you told her she'd be this much of a softie around someone, say, a 5 months ago, she'd laugh in your face and spit on your shoes. Now? She wouldn't have it any other way. It isn't like she'll admit that, though. She'd definitely say something like: "I mean, if you're gonna MAKE me, I guess I'll have to."

"Hun, literally no one is making you."

* Not one for pet names, but will definitely call you 'babe' in the most Douchebag way possible. She does love when you give her nicknames though. Her favorites are Hun, Honey, love, or my lovely. She's a simple gal.

* You two are basically the aunts of Lancer. Good friends, but also aunts. Lancer literally loves you, how could he not? He thinks you're really cool and will tell you as such.

"Hohoho! Hey Y/n, did I ever tell you how awesome you are?"

"Aw, no? Thank you though!"

"Of course! You're in my top five! Just below Third dad and Susie!"

"...thanks?"

Susie laughed hard about that and will not stop teasing you about it.

* If you ever went on dates in Home Town, Lancer would definitely be there by Susie's side.

"What? He's my emotional support guy!"

"Hohoho! I'm a third wheel!"

* A relationship with Susie would never get dull, and she'll make sure of it intentionally or not. She's a lot to handle, but somehow, you've stuck around through it all. She couldn't thank you enough for it. Despite everything she's been through and is still dealing with, she never once took you for granted. She might act all high and mighty, but she hurts. Somehow, you've effortlessly made that pain more tolerable, as she knows she has someone's shoulder to lean on when she's down about her situation. She loves you more than any amount of chalk or moss in the world, and she's not afraid to (attempt to) tell you.

"Listen, you know I'm not good at all of this mushy gushy crap, but I just gotta tell you straight up. Thank you, for everything. You mean a lot to me, you know? I couldn't ask for anyone better, I hope you know that. No matter what dumbass thing I say, or how much of an idiot I act, I'll never stop appreciating what you do. Thank you. Seriously, I mean it. I love you, Y/n."

[dededaio]

What character dynamics, not including anyone with Kirby, would you like to see explored more?

Personally, I think it would be cool to get more interactions between Dedede and Taranza, Bandana and Meta Knight, and Susie and Magolor.

agreed to all of those. honestly i'd like more character interactions of susie with everyone else.

mainly, (hot take?), i still very much see her as an antagonistic figure with twisted sense of priorities and morality (probably would make magolor pre-epilogue blush), so her being completely oblivious to how fucked up her worldview is while she interacts with people who can blatantly see it and not just tilt their heads at it like kirby is such a hilarious thought.

i WANT dedede to confront susie over what HWC did to Dream Land and his castle. i WANT magolor to troll the hell out of her due to lacking in respect towards her practices. i WANT taranza to just be baffled that a person with such disregard towards nature even exists.

susie is such underutilized character, i'm genuinely shocked how little was done with her, despite her being so fascinating. she's only kirby antagonist in modern times (except elfilis, i guess, but their story is resolved by this point), that didn't get *any* redemption arcs or arcs period. she just remained herself and that self is very questionable! i want to see that being used! come on hal!!

on other hand id like to see adeleine and meta knight interact. adeleine is main cast-adjacent character but whenever she was the part of the main group, meta knight wasn't there and vice versa. i just think it would be fascinating to see them literally just talk. maybe meta knight tries to help her learn some actual self-defense so she could come along kirby's adventures more often or something.

other dynamic i'd like to see is dedede and gooey, honestly. mainly due to hilarity of the fact that gooey is dark matter and dedede has dark matter ptsd. yet gooey is such a precious boy and no one really knows he's a dark matter. it's just a hilarious image.

and taranza needs more friends. give him friends, hal.

[lesbiannancytruther]

elaborating on what i will now call the susie save your love au‼️

sort of inspired by @faunshii and their art of s1 robin bc it absolutely works w this idea! pls check them out they’re so awesome😭

but! the idea is that robin and nancy become friends in season 1, teaming up to find barb since they were both her friend. in this scenario robin basically replaces jonathan, who’s on his own hunting for will instead of teaming up with nancy. i think they collaborate sometimes but main pairing is ronance fs

this shifts their dynamic slightly! nancy isn’t stretched so thin when she meets robin and they bond over mutual worry, robin’s rambling is a comfort to nancy way sooner and she readily accepts liking robin, grateful to have a friend especially after barb is confirmed to be dead. when nancy narrowly escapes the upside down robin stays to comfort her just like jonathan did, but this time steve doesn’t assume nancy is cheating bc its the 80s and girls can’t love girls. (DISCLAIMER i dont think nancy ever cheated on steve its what he assumes)

he ends up getting tied into all of it anyways when he tries to find out what nancy is being so secretive about and why she’s talking to robin buckley of all people and its the near the same scene (why r jonathan and robin so similar hold on) and by the end of s1 robin is head over heels for nancy wheeler who hates the nuclear family and is really good with guns. nancy is also enamored with robin but it sorta terrifies her that she seems to have romantic feelings for another girl (nancy is NOT oblivious she’s just scared) so she clings onto steve and their safe relationship.

this is where susie save your love comes in. nancy is really struggling with steve, he keeps trying to get her to forget about barb, he keeps dismissing her grief, she doesn’t even see him the same anymore, or perhaps she was thinking more clearly about the way she saw him. either way, she’s struggling, and the only solace she finds is spending time with robin, who just gets it, and gets her, and ends up inviting robin to come with her hoping to some stupid halloween party to maybe unite the way she feels around robin (so happy) with these social events.

and she obviously gets fucking drunk when robin isn’t there (as far as she knows)

and THEN gets into The Fight with steve and then

susie save your love >:)

[ladyseidr]

some light-hearted and/or silly headcanons for the fn.af muses!! ( crossed out because some kept getting sad or dark sorry LMAO )

is a big fan of snow. his family used to travel to the mountains regularly ( i swear this headcanon isn't getting any sadder than that. ) obv it's a lot less likely to snow in hurricane, but y'know. if it ever did? oh boy. it's definitely a very bad idea to let him out into it ( melting water getting into his circuitry and all that ), but he will ask. more than once. insistently. catch him standing in front of the windows just staring outside

absolutely does have a british accent despite it making so little sense ( born in utah to a very english father, a french american mother with an indecipherable accent, and surrounded by americans. it's funny to me. ) he tried to lose the accent post-william going missing. it lasted a singular attempt in public. he just can't fake accents. he will reply to any questions about where in england he's from with a deadpan "utah" however, and yes he does find that kinda funny

genuinely actually like so good with kids. not just the big performing and playing, but she's very good with the emotional side of things. she's hung out with kids who were left alone or had been bullied more than once. she generally gets very attached to individuals who spend time with her and remembers things like names and birthdays completely organically ( as in, susie remembers them herself ) on the flip side, she doesn't take it well when an older child stops coming to the pizzeria or a family moves away. in many ways, she sees herself like those children she tries to help—rejected and alone, save for the band

completely oblivious to the animatronics becoming haunted until it's near impossible to ignore. definitely thinks their coding is just fucked up at first. he only really decides even that when he's working late one night, looks up, and sees bonnie just standing in the half-open door. staring. he doesn't recognize the actual hauntings for years. at first because he simply doesn't believe in ghosts, and, later, because he's in denial. either way, the animatronics speaking to him in strangely human ways will always send shivers up his spine

aunt who lets her niece and nephews get away with literally anything. william is like "please don't let them have too many sweets while i'm gone" and she's like "yeah no of course" and then the door shuts and she turns to them and is like "so let's go out for ice cream" in all seriousness, jayne dotes because she knows shit's been hard ( the divorce, and then later the loss of CC and elizabeth ). she can and will try to dote on mike even when he's a teen/adult because she really does sympathize. ( mini bonus william hc: he absolutely knows this goes on, but jayne just generally gets a free pass from him on most things LMAO )

he really does just have the time of his life when he first becomes sentient. like, he's not really fully aware during The Horrors, and he genuinely loves performing. unironically views william as his perfect, amazing creator until he does realize. spring is never dangerous in the way the others are—he's not haunted, not really. still, he wanders at night, even when he's long, loooong out of use. he talks with far too much self-awareness to night guards and other staff. he begins to glitch out generally, but he's usually only dangerous toward one person: william.

[freebooter4ever]

hop looking slightly impressed by the 'susie-poo' and 'dusty-bun' conversation while joyce is in the back being so fucking done with these kids because her character is in a very serious 60s spy show while The Party are in a 80s children's movie and the kids and teens are totally oblivious.... is definitely the best funniest moment of this entire show.

and that moment susie-poo starts singing neverending story is 100% the reason i keep rewatching this show every year. like, that reminder of 80s childhood optimism. i know it was all commercialized and based on toy sales, but when you were a kid in the early 90s watching these 80s tv shows and movies about kids magically or inexplicably saving the day... thats what its all about for me :) so much nostalgia, lol. and then the cuts to steve & the babysitters club looking bruised, battered, and bloody with the giant monster chasing their car to remind us that actually yeah this is an adult's childhood nostalgia magical realism show and it is scary. but us 30+ yr olds from the 80s might be living in the real life with real monsters like rent and job loss and growing insane inequality and fascism, but at heart we all want to be as oblivious as the kids who get to experience the joy of saving the world simply by remembering a number. thats it, thats the show for me :)

[rachelfoleyisntdead]

About your character bingo...

Each Legion member ?

Frank

he reeks of mommy/daddy issues. might be the foster care thing.

i prefer my idea of him as a more caring leader. he's still a total fuck-up but he does care about his friends.

sorry but i don't HC him as queer at all. his ass is so straight. bhvr can tell me if I'm wrong but my gaydar goes radio silent on him.

the entire legion is pretty much the best when you consider that they are teenagers. they didn't even want to be killers. everything they do is teenage bullshit bc they're bored and Canadian and it's the 90s.

i would mega dislike him irl and if julie was my best friend i would tell her that he ain't shit. but i love him as a character who causes Problems.

Julie

making Julie go full teenaged girl thinking she and Frank are some destined romance is the funniest fucking thing and so accurate

i got the vibe from their old tapes that Julie was actually the nice one and Susie was the secret brat. Sadge that bhvr is going the other way. I don't like girlboss Julie.

the fact that Julie is so self-involved with her romance with Frank that she's pretty oblivious to Susie and Joey's problems at home would make me dislike her irl but I love it for her as a character. toxic teenaged romance ftw.

Susie

i have pink hair, grew up poor and dressed like Susie in high school. yeah. I project on her a bit.

I think she should get to go full psycho. For fun. I think she should get to be the scariest one in the gang and have the highest killcount. no one else agrees. : (

bc I relate to Susie, she's the easiest for me to pick on. Joey's a close second tho.

i know deep in my soul she is jealous of Julie. She loves her to death but Julie has everything so. she's jealous. teenage girl things.

I feel like people get weird in both directions about her assumed age. Stop overthinking it.

cutie. and then she stabs you : )

Joey

joey has the best cosmetics, don't @ me

he should get to murder a lot. bc he has the most style points.

i think he's gay. idk why. vibes. gay black and poor in the 90s, no wonder he latched onto frank.

he and Susie are mlm/bi besties.

he's my second favorite. i want more lore of him.

I really wish more people remembered that they are shitty little teenagers and let them do teenaged shit instead of always trying to make it. like. deep. It's not. They're horrible bc they're teenagers from rough situations (sans Julie, who is there for the drama) not bc they murdered a guy (who deserved it) and dumped his body in the woods.

[chipistrate]

could you do the "send a character" prompt for cassidy?

OHHHH FUCK YEAH I CAN

Cassidy:

favorite thing about them They're so determined to take down Afton they will do anything to kill that bitch, including not moving on with their friends and instead creating this elaborate hell for him to rot in for eternity and they made it such a fun little game (for them, not William) like if they're gonna be trapped here for eternity with William then they might as well have fun with it. Also they love their friends very very much to the point they'll do anything to protect them even if it ends up hurting them (they don't know it ends up hurting them, they're a bit oblivious when it comes to emotions and really think they're just helping)

least favorite thing about them Nothing they're amazing<3 (though if we're talking personal interps then probably how they're persistent to a fault and end up being so focused on taking down Afton, that they forget to think about their friends like girly go to therapy or smthn)(idk if this counts as a "least favorite" thing rather than just a character flaw cause I actually really like the flaw but uhhh I don't have anything bad to say about them lmao)

favorite line "I will never let you leave, I will never let you rest." It's just iconic<3

brOTP Them and Evan, Cassidy totally sees him as a little brother<3

OTP Again, if this can be platonic then I'd say Charlie and Cassidy- also Cassidy and Susie<3 Their friendship is really sweet<33

nOTP I'm not against any Cassidy ships but I'm also not for any Cassidy ships? I don't really know what pairings there are, I don't see a lot of shipping between the dead kids. But I'm not really interested in any of them cause I think all of them are just friends, soo,,,, eeeevery Cassidy ship? Ig?

random headcanon(s) They're Filipino and also Cassie's aunt, their last name is Catapang, their older brother was the bonnie mask kid, they use all pronouns, them Charlie and Evan were a little trio before they died, they were/are friends with all the MCI, Susie was Cassidy's first friend, they met Charlie and Evan by stepping in and protecting Evan when Michael was bullying him, they've gotten into multiple fist fights with Michael, they used to be really calm/neutral most of the time but were kinda known as "that one kid you don't want to mess with" just cause they have resting bitch face and a mean glare, they will bite if provoked. I probably have more but those were the ones I could think of off the top of my head

unpopular opinion Uhhhm,,, does them being the Vengeful Spirit count? I see a lot of people on Tumblr agree they're the UCN spirit, but everywhere else I go it's like a constant debate so I genuinely don't know if them being the UCN spirit is an unpopular opinion now or not, lmao

song i associate with them PQ Cassidy: Never Ending by Chai Normal Cassidy: Kleptomaniacrow by Madilyn Mei, Frustration Tears from Centaur World, and Love Like You by Rebecca Sugar

favorite picture of them

We don't have a lot of pics of them, but this one is really sweet<3

[swelling-feeling]

"A Shared Interest"

Inflation Story - Monster Prom AU - Starring Trifecta "Inky" (aka Maxim), and Susie (aka Spinel)

▽△ Story under the Cut △▽

"I dont think i've ever been to your place, now that i think of it…"

Inky muttered, looking around in a form of awe, curious by the sight around him.

It was a small apartment that his now-girlfriend Susie lived in, which had a nice old timey aesthetic, and her room, which the two were entering, was especially fascinating, as if taken straight from a dollhouse, and decorated with punkish posters and decorations.

"Really? Huh, guess it never came to mind to ask ya to visit."

She shrugged,

"I always just came over and crashed at your place."

"Yeah, heh. Suprised that Kiah just let us vibe in the first place."

Susie hopped unto her bed, which was nearly buried under a mountain of pillows, Trifecta quickly sitting next to her, before adjusting his position, still finding himself admiring her room.

Susie hummed, looking at her boyfriend be so lost in thought, as she scooted closer to him,

"Whatcha thinkin 'bout?"

"O-oh, nothing important. Just trying to get used to how… Spacious your room is."

"Well, mine aint as cluttered as yours, for starters."

She joked with a chuckle, watching the eldritch entity retort,

"H-hey, that's my order and im used to it, toots!"

He chuckled back.

"Well, i s'pose having everything on hand is easier than having it tucked away in a bunch of places."

She shrugged with a grin, amused.

"It's a lot more practical. But then again, everyone has their own order."

He nodded.

The two continued conversing about trivial and amusing topics, just whatever came to either of their minds - cartoons, favourite animals, lives, shared interests, the weather… It all was nice for the both of them. And yet, Trifecta had a feeling that something felt… off. Nothing too major, and he wouldnt want to pry, but still, something felt off, for the moment, at least. As their conversation began to reach it's end, trifecta found himself scooting a bit closer to Susie.

"…There's… another reason why i brought you here."

Susie muttered to Trifecta, her tone making him lightly furrow his brow, as he listened intently at what she was about to say.

"…It's about your doodles. You let me check through them while you were cleaning up your room."

"And you seemed rather flustered when seeing the two pages of doodles of you and i…?"

He finished her sentance, humming softly, not completely sure where this was going.

"…Well, it wasnt really that, that elicited the reaction from me… W-well, it did too, but something else caught my eye."

Trifecta's brows furrowed further. He felt uneasy as stress slowly rose within him. He wasnt sure what to expect.

"…W-what was it?"

He muttered, trying not to sound uneasy.

Susie was quiet for a moment, looking away. Trifecta's stress kept only growing.

His brows lightly furrowed, this time in confusion, when noticing that Susie was blushing.

"…I, uh… Didnt know ya thought i'd look good bein' t-that big."

It took him a moment, the oblivious boy that he is. When he realised what she said, his face became a mix of violet and green from his blush.

A few scared and flustered noises escaped him, as he covered his face in embarrassment, begining to feel himself melt. His girlfriend saw those doodles he drew of her, packing far more plush than usual, or being inflated with air or some magical mixture. The very thought made him melt faster, before his form stabilized once he felt Susie grab his shoulders. His Embarrassment was Legendary.

"H-hey, hey, Inky, i-its fine…!"

She tried to calm him, which lightly helped, making him stop melting, yet he still refused to face her from his shame.

"…I hoped y-you wouldnt have s-seen them…"

He lowly muttered, Susie moving closer to try to comfort him as she heard his ashamed tone.

"…'s'just a dumb… intrigue of mine… from… way before."

He murmured,

"…F-fuck, im sorry you had to see that, you must think i'm a… a freak, degenerate, some wretch-"

"Actually…"

Susie interrupted him, gently gripping his shoulders tighter,

"…I… s-share this… 'Intrigue', w-with you."

Her words made him stop, for a moment. Then her words began to sink in, and he blushed even more, his hands still on his face as he moved his head to meet her's.

"…Wh… what?"

He muttered, confusion, disbelief, and the smallest hint of joy in his voice.

"Y-yeah, uh…"

The doll hummed, blushing deeper as she looked away.

"…I, uh… never got to thank you properly for the… c-cotton candy thing ya made for me."

Trifecta takes a moment to process the information, suprise still growing.

"…Y-you… a-actually liked those…?"

He murmured, his hands slowly moving away from his face,

"…Y-you… liked them?"

"…Y-yeah."

She repeated, her blush growing as a small smirk appeared on her face,

"…You cant imagine how suprised i was that the guy im interested in… shared my interest."

Inky blushed deeper still… The realisation had fully set in that she really did share his intrigue as well. The very thought gave him… Comfort, some bit of Peace, even, as he more let the thought sink in.

"…O-oh, and, uh, n-no problem for the cotton candy… I, uh…"

He muttered quickly, before looking away,

"…it wasnt the main focus, obviously, but… T-the intrigue had a part in that idea, y-yeah."

"Had a small feeling it did."

She smirked.

Susie slowly seemed to get more comfortable, now that the secret's out. Trifecta was still lightly flustered about all this, but he was slowly getting comfortable as well.

Susie made herself comfortable against Trifecta as they continued talking, rather amused by his fluster, which was greater than usual, but also happy, seeing him be this shy, yet also a bit excited as he spoke, getting himself worked up over possible scenarios they could try, to the point that she got flustered, and excited, just thinking about them.

She hummed softly, tapping a finger to her chin in thought, just as Inky finished his sentance.

"…S-something on your mind, S-susie?"

He spoke, curious as ever, as she smiled warmly at how he made sure she was and felt fine.

"Hmm… Just got an idea on what we could do… If you wanna try it?"

She hummed with a grin, doing the same for him as he made for her, making sure he's fine and well.

"…W-well… D-depends on what it is ya wanna try…?"

He muttered with an audible smile, and a feeling that he may know what would be her plan.

She only hummed, before smiling at him, kissing the top of where his nose would he, before getting off of him, playfully swaying her hips as she makes her way to her closet, pulling out some kind of box, labeled with multiple scribbled on hearts and… Balloons?

Inky hummed, his blush lightly growing as he watched Susie open the box and rummage through it, still moving her hips to a melody she was humming, before stopping, patting something with a chuckle.

"A-ha! There it is~"

She spoke in a melody, making him blush a bit deeper, before she turned around, revealing a big hand-operated pump in her arms, as well as a long hose. His expression turned to absolute fluster, while her's held absolute excitement. Both showed absolute interest.

"Hold this for a tick, hun~"

She spoke, passing him the pump, as he fumbled it in his hands before holding it, inspecting it with interest with a hum. In the corner of his eye, he swore he could see Susie begin to undress, and so, being the gentleman he is, looked further in the opposite direction of her, as to give her privacy.

She giggled at his action, amused by his action, but not saying a word, only letting out a small noise as the hose was inserted in her… Nether regions.

The noise obviously made Inky blush harder, as Susie gently scratched his head to grab his attention, to which he turned around.

The two blushed while looking at eachother, stuck in eachother's gaze, before softly chuckling at the small awkwardness of the moment.

She made herself comfortable on Inky's lap with a hop, a grin, and a giggle, as his face was glowing with blush and fluster.

"…Come on? The reigns are yours~?"

She teased, tapping the pump with a finger, as inky quickly grasped the situation.

"…W-wh-wait, y-you want me t-to-?"

"Aint this somethin' ya wanted to try, at least once? Or do you want me to start the show~?"

She teased, making Inky make a flustered noise.

After a moment, it seemed like he made up his mind, taking the pump in his hands, pulling up the handle, before pressing it down.

The doll let out a noise as she felt the air enter her body, her face a deep pink from the sensation, as trifecta only blinked, placing a hand on her shoulder, flustered, and worried.

She smiled at him, showing she was fine, gently moving his hand back to the pump, as he slowly pulled it back up, and pressed down on it again.

The two were flustered at first, obviously - they both were new to this, they were experimenting with these new feelings, and the fact they shared a unorthodox interest… Yet, soon enough, they slowly managed to get to a steady enough rhythm. Trifecta kept moving his hand on the handle, pressing, and depressing, up, and down, so on so forth.

Both of them blushed once her stomach began to visibly round out.

Susie's hands hovered over her round stomach, hesitant to touch it, and in slight disbelief that this was happening, as she hummed.

Trifecta on the other hand simply couldnt help himself, his curiosity making his hand slowly move unto her belly. It let out a small crrk noise, as his hand gently sank into the felt surface, Susie letting out a noise of fluster and suprise at his touch, which made him move his hand away from her belly quickly.

"…D-… D-do that again… P-please..?"

She muttered, still trying to process the sensation, as Inky placed his hand back unto her belly, gently pressing into it to hear it let out a silent squeak. He quickly glanced at his beloved, catching her expression, which was a mix of fascination, fluster, and joy, as she tried to not let out another noise… And failed.

He pressed into her belly again, blushing furiously, as his hand, by sheer instinct alone, moved back unto the pump's handle, and began to press down.

Her belly continued to grow, her hands carefully laying on it as it continued to grow with each press of the pump… Which the rhythm of began to slowly speed up. Trifecta unknowingly winding himself up, as his hand began moving faster, sending more and more puffs of air into her tum, as it continued to expand like some balloon made of felt. Inky's eyes glowed with interest, brighter still with each press of the pump.

The doll carefully moved her hand to try to catch inky's attention, which worked - her stomach now was the same of a big basketball, which made inky's eyes glow, and shimmer, with great interest.

"…B-big…"

He murmured, as if entranced, letting the pump slip from his hands as he put them on her belly, making Susie stifle a noise at the sensation and pressure, as he lightly purred.

"…Y-yeah… Think i can go… B-bigger…?"

She muttered, trying to stay focused, as her mind was trying to get used to all the sensations.

"Oh, Totally."

He muttered, as if he was completely sure, completely focused on her bloated tummy. The soft squeaks and creaks it made, as if, entranced him, as he purred louder still with pure interest at the whole situation.

"…Soft…"

He murmured, with an audible smile, as he pressed gently against her belly, finding there was less give than before, as he lightly hummed in thought.

As his focus was slightly regained, he looked at Susie, silently asking on if they should continue, to which she gave a small nod. He hummed in thought as he took the pump in his hands again, and resumed the routine.

The noises her stomach made, albeit being made of felt, were akin to rubber, squeaking louder and louder, as Susie began to furrow her brows at the pressure - and Inky rather quickly noticed.

His hand's movements began to slow down, in worry that something bad might happen if he pumped too fast, as he hummed, watching with focus, and interest, as her belly slowly bloated onward with each puff or air, squeaks and creaks began rise in pitch as well, as the two simply slowly continued with care.

Eventually enough, the doll had her hands on her tight-as-a-drum belly, perfectly round, and at the size of a big excersize ball. Inky pressed down a few more puffs of air, before putting the pressed-down pump down beside him, looking at her with a mix of joy, pride, shyness, and worry, as he placed both of his hands, carefully, on Susie's tight belly. She softly hummed in a mix of joy and discomfort.

"…I think this might be the best time to… Stop."

He murmured softly, to which Susie looked at him with a warm, albeit strained, smile.

"…Y-yeah, best we s-stop there… oof…"

The high from the whole situation slowly began to die down, as he gently rubbed her belly with his hands, hearing the little squeaks as he did so.

He hummed in thought, before his face became lightly darker, his eye's glow being emphasised by it, as after a minute, there was a silent hiss, and Susie softly hummed, noticing the uncomfortable tightness in her stomach begin to dissipate, as she blinked, lightly confused on what was going on. She looked at him, relaxed, yet confused.

Trifecta hummed softly back, smiling at her, before chuckling, patting her belly, as if playfully.

"Feeling better, toots~?"

He purred with an invisible grin.

"…y-… Yeah… How did you…?"

She softly asked, before he smiled even wider, letting out a cheeky, proud snicker.

"Oh, darling~ With me, Reality is Optional."

Susie blushed at her boyfriend's confident tone, moreso when he chuckled and leaned unto her belly, making her let out a flustered noise and a squeak, as he admired her - he purred, enjoying seeing her be flustered for once, all blushy and adorable, as he kissed her cheek with a comedic 'Mwah', making her blush and giggle.

The two took the moment to admire eachother, enjoying eachother's presence, before both of their focus' went to her giant belly, as he tickled and pressed against it, chuckling when seeing how flustered she was at it all.

"…Well, love… Now that you've got more capacity… Wanna continue~?"

He asked, lightly poking her belly with a finger for emphasis, as Susie giggled and blushed,

"Oh, Gladly! Dont keep me waitin' now, Inky!"

Her enthusiasm made him outright laugh, as he pat her belly again, before grabbing the pump beside him, and depressing the handle.

This was going to be a long night… But neither of them cared, as long as they had eachother.

[chronocidalrage]

Family

I think I take it for granted how much I’ve changed. That probably really is confusing for my family, to their credit.

I’m the challenging one. I think I’m upset with my mom because she hasn’t grown with me. She’s still thirty-year-old Alex’s mom.

Mom really wants to leave us money because it’s how she gives us “love” after she’s gone. It’s her way of feeling like she provides beyond her time here. I guess I get it. Stability and financial support is probably what she wanted most when she was young.

I think I was happiest with my family. When we were all together. So many of my memories are just of being together. I was happy when I obliviously enjoyed my family. But whenever I’d see the cracks I’d feel like they’re complete strangers.

I think she was a better mom for when I was young. As I got older, she had more and more trouble figuring out how to parent me.

I think I really was happy with my family. And being at school and stuff was annoying because I was away from my family (and was made fun of at school). I was unhappy when I wasn’t with my family. Then they all kinda changed and stopped being the reliable safe space they always were and I lost my shit.

I really loved my family. I felt so good when I was with them.

Tonight I can kinda feel like I know Atom is gone. Insane.

OCTOBER 2ND I’m fucking sick. Not Covid. It sucks though. Hopefully I feel better tomorrow.

OTHER PEOPLE We forget that other people are just other versions of us. Copies of the same thing with most of the same emotions.

SCOTT I just thought of my brother Scott and felt how much I love him. How much I’ve always looked up to him. How impressed I’ve always been by him.

I can’t believe we have Ruby. She used to be something that felt so over my head and now she’s such an integral part of my life that I can’t picture life without her. Good things can be real, and they can be worth so many bad things.

TWITTER May be my overall largest source of emotional connection. Uh oh. That’s not good in general, but especially not in reference to recent news. Fuck you Elon.

MOVIES I really would love to make a movie, it just that it sounds so fucking challenging.

DEATH Should I write my own SUGGESTED obituary? Why not? 

Alex, husband of the Dorchester-born super-babe Susie Donahue (whom he loved so much he could never seem to believe she actually chose him), brother of Scott Harris (whom Alex hopes got as much out of being brothers as he did), uncle to his nephews Xavier and Maxim (whom Alex hopes he made a positive impact on the lives of), best friend to Tim and Matt, both of whom made a lot of hard times worth fighting through. Alex loved movies, comics and music, and odds are, he made way less of of those things during his lifetime than he wishes. Wherever he is now, he hopes it’s the same place his brother Atom and his dog Ruby went to.

STILL SICK I started feeling sick Tuesday night. Now it’s Friday night and I feel mostly okay, so it was two bad days for the most part. Susie is finally sick now, after me trying to avoid her for a few days. I’m hoping it’s quick for her.

I managed to make a connection on Twitter who gave me the chance to see a hard-to-see movie and I got to see watch it on my 41st birthday (11/5/22). It was cool and it felt weirdly perfect. Even though I was still sick and other shit sucked.

LATE NIGHT RAMBLINGS Crazy to think I’ve been friends with Liz Whelan and Chris Olivo for ten years. I keep thinking of them as Susie’s friends.

I’m always looking for the next “big moment” so I can often miss the big moments in front of me. Whoops.

Maybe the gift of the connection I had with Atom will allow me to love myself like he loved me? Maybe I could somehow feel that? That would be amazing if I could. Fingers crossed.

It’s crazy to think all those memories I have of Atom, they were all the same person (the Atom I had bunk beds with, the Atom I had an apartment with, the Atom I saw that last time when we bumped into each other at the house). I should just be grateful we were on this planet at the same time for 40 years. What a gift, honestly.

He deserved to have someone heartbroken about him potentially dying. I’m glad I gave him that at least.

The desire to create is the belief that the things that would make you happy don’t exist yet. Oops.

I don’t want to find new things to enjoy, why can’t I use the ones I already have? Like, why should I find more friends or create new family members? Just let me enjoy the ones I already put the effort into.

For me, I think happiness is NOT feeling that longing I feel effectively every single second of every day. 

Am I kind of upset about my mom not being in that house anymore? Is that part of why this all upsets me so much and why I feel weird about blocking off the door?

I’m overprotective of Susie and Ruby and our little apartment because I think this is all I really have.

The Interpol song “Evil” makes me think of going to shows with Susie. I should tell people what they mean to me while I can.

I really am having trouble enjoying the now, plus, I keep doubting my future, and the combo of the two makes me not like who I am currently. My displeasure with my reality makes me upset with myself so I give up on trying many days.

I keep trying to recreate good things I had instead of finding new ones.

I think to me, love is people choosing me. I rarely felt chosen.

I feel weird tonight. I miss my childhood, and I’m grateful for Susie and Ruby, but I want more. I want more happiness and more good moments and I’m terrified to open myself up to them. But I want them. I want to stay in the theater, watching Jack Slater and trying to find the golden ticket, but I need to move on.

Because that’s the other point of the movie, you need both to have the magic. Movies make your life more magical because (like any good art) they help you put your life in context, and your belief in them makes movies magical. It’s the combination of the two.

So I guess just focus on the real magic. Making magic yourself instead of just enjoying it. Making magic is harder, but more effective.

Live. Do things you wanna do. Make things. Love people. See places. Enjoy your body. Live. Get more tattoos.

I miss my family. Everything felt so good and secure when I was young. I miss that. And it kinda fell apart but I made it even better in some ways during my late twenties and early thirties, and then I just lost it more and more ever since. And I’m always sad about that. And I’m always too scared to open myself up to new things.

GOOD VS EVIL There’s always a generational interpretation of good vs. evil. Cowboys vs Native Americans. Until that seemed wrong. Then Cops and Robbers, but it was over prohibition and it highlighted how silly bureaucracy can be. Then Action Cops and Action Robbers, until the concept of cops as good guys and criminals as bad guys seemed inaccurate and naïve. Now it’s superheroes, because we’re way more likely to trust heroes that work outside of the established power structures. Even Action Cops typically went against authority.

[krispdreemurr]

a little weird to me that people act like susie's oblivious to the romantic edge of her interactions w noelle... like she gets awkward and unsure about riding a heart-covered ferris wheel, and like she does a lot of things to try and encourage noelle to talk to her more in the light world so they can get to know each other better. she's figuring out for herself how she feels and she's not sure that noelle's interest will last if noelle knows more abt her, but she definitely knows that there Is romantic potential there and she's (shyly and awkwardly) interested in exploring it

[mountainrapture]

no but susie really watched noelle holiday have the most chronic case of wlw anyone's ever seen in their goddamn life, complete with blushing, stuttering, and a gay little lunchbox of chalk with all the works, and immediately went 'oh my god kris she's onto our secret identities and the dark world' GIRL THE ONLY DARK WORLD SHES CONCERNED ABOUT IS THE LOCKER SHE WANTS YOU TO SHOVE HER INTO OPEN YOUR FUCKING EYES

[susielesbianism]

I just had a bit of a creepy thought.

In the Snowgrave route, Susie goes back to comfort Noelle again before Kris fights Spamton NEO and that's the last we see her or hear from her until everyone wakes up in the computer lab. She doesn't respond to Kris's cry for help because she's busy comforting Noelle, but Noelle does respond to you whispering her name.

Think about it. While trying to comfort the poor girl, Susie witnessed Noelle leave the room in a trance to commit more murder.

Just imagine how that scene would play out.

[artidoesthings]

Kirby next gen/fankid au