#rip to all the games i’ve stopped playing i literally don’t know how to play them

[voidscreamns]

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[pacienties]

— emo txt as the texas chainsaw massacre video game!

warnings <3: heavily inspired by the video game, !smut, txt spares the reader ok, !mean txt, gore, !death, txt will be mainly be sissy or johnny (literally the only characters i like in the game), !petnames, sweet reader! , mentions of smut! , txt comforting crybaby reader (temptation the album inspo for this one shot too omg), established relationships with some of the members and reader, stalking, mentions of pregnancy

a/n <3: i’ve been playing the tcm game n im on a bit of a brain rot im sorry..

huening kai as sissy:

you were trying so hard to hold your breath; as you carefully rip out what seems to be a human bone out of a rip cage that was laying on the ground beneath you. you’d squint your eyes shoving the weapon in the back pocket of your skirt, ready to make a quiet run for it before you felt a sharp tug on your forearm stopping you from moving. you let out a shudder, hoping it was just a friend but it wasn’t. “hey sugar where do you think you’re goin’?” you heard a loud giggle as you begin to cry imagining the worst. “my aren’t you pretty?” the male had blonde hair and stood over 6foot imitating you more. “stay away from me!” you’d try to act tough twisting your arm in the boys grasp hoping you’d be able to get away. kai only laughed at this before blowing air on his free hand causing the venomous powder he had hidden in his hand to fly in your face blinding you temporarily leading to your blacking out. huening kai planned on killing you right then and there but he couldn’t deny the ping at his heart at how cute you looked all teary and scared as he dragged your light body away from the basement; his bedroom. lucky for you huening kai didn’t use that much powder on you that could kill you. not so lucky for you though, you awoke in a bed it was comfortable yes was it clean? yes but you were still frightened. “god do you always taste this sweet sugar?” your droopy eyes flutter open weakly as you look down below you, seeing huening kai’s tongue lap in and out of your sweet pussy. you wanted to yelp and kick him away but you were quickly shushed by the blondes finger on your lips, “don’t fight me, last pretty girl that tried that ended up in the drought creek” huening kai was beginning to lose his patience dragging his tongue further in your pussy giggling at the taste of your sweet nectar. “aww you’re such a good girl sugar you know what? im gonna keep you” the blonde smiles at you staying still as he eats you out <3

taehyun as johnny:

“oh no you don’t, you’re not going anywhere pretty girl” you felt a firm grip on your hand yanking you to leatherface’s cold room; scaring the shit out of you. you felt paralyzed verbally not able to yell at the man pulling you in a tight space. “shouldn’t have came lookin’ for that girl pretty” taehyun laughs at your shaken expression “let go of me!” you finally mustered up the courage to speak up but still you were too scared to fight back at the very tall male in front of you. you let out a yelp as taehyun tossed you on a cold metal table to lay on confused on what was going to happen. “god do you know how long i’ve been waiting for this moment?” you hear the older male above you lift your sundress up. you began to tremble, you met taehyun back in highschool and fell out of touch once it ended but you had no idea he ended up being apart of your towns slaughter family. you whimper growing wet; seeing how you always had a crush on the slasher but never had the opportunity to act on it until today. taehyun snickered pulling your panties to the side before freeing his cock from his jeans; dropping his member in your soft velvety walls enjoying your whiny reaction. “shush baby you don’t want my old man to catch me fuckin’ you rather than killing you” the emo boy above you warns relentlessly blowing aggressive thrusts at your poor pussy, laughing as he watches you cry in fear as you stare at bloody dismembered bodies only 5 feet away from you ):

beomgyu as hitchhiker: (this one was hard bc i felt unsure who beomgyu suited more tbh)

you always were the odd one out in your friend group, constantly missing out on the parties and overall college experience. you were quiet, often always playing it safe by following rules but today you wish you didn’t because now here you were following after your friends in search of one of their little sisters. you’d try not to let out a heartbreaking sob at how you fell on the ground beneath your feet hurting your wrists as you freed yourself from leatherfaces trap wincing at the red marks around the bruised skin ): you just stare at your hands thankful that you were left without any stab wounds but you let out a shriek when you hear the door in front of you being slammed open, you were frozen in your seated position watching your friend get killed by leatherface himself with his infamous chainsaw. the aforementioned man turns to you once as your friend lays dead beside you ready to charge at you before you hear a faint ‘i’ve got this! you go feed grandpa’ making the buff man run to another direction leaving you alone. you scrabble up on your sore legs planning on running away until you get stopped by a familiar face, choi beomgyu. you and the emo boy shared a few college classes together, and one thing led to another and you both were occasionally fucking whenever he felt like it. you didn’t mind beomgyu using you though, seeing how you’ve always been known as a good girl who just follows everyone like a puppy anyway. the only problem was how the emo guy dropped out of college to seemingly join a murderous cult nearby… “y/n? can you hear me? you’re not too wounded up right baby?” you hear beomgyu kneel down to your frighten face. you were so lost down in memory lane you didn’t realize you were crying. “n-no but i’m scared i wanna go home” you finally let yourself break down, beomgyu’s eyes softening at your confession. “oh baby i’ll take you home okay? just hide for me here just give me an hour and i’ll be back to come walk you home be a good girl and stay quiet yeah?” you felt the oreo haired male kiss you on your lips trying not to panic at his shirt being drenched in blood and a line of more blood being so close to his right eye, watching him leave the room followed by more screams causing you to worry for his safety ): </3

yeonjun as sissy:

soft gurgling noises coming from your sweet mouth echoing throughout nancy’s bedroom as yeonjuns cock relentlessly hits your cervix, making sure to give you sweet kisses on your tits :( </3 “yeonjunnie-“ you let out a sob in fear hearing the loud voices coming from around the slaughter house praying to god nobody finds you both here in this position. “what is it baby? scared your friends will see you giving yourself up to a killer? or are you scared that my old man will do the job for me and kill you?” yeonjun chuckles slapping your stuffed pussy creating a squelching sound to boom around the walls of the room. you only clench up more around his member more out of your growing fear of getting caught or killed. you held on tighter onto yeonjuns hand that was wrapped around your tiny throat for comfort with a string of whines slipping out of your mouth with a desperate nod ): ultimately while cumming all over his throbbing length. “shit babygirl, you keep squeezing onto me like this and i might just get you pregnant” yeonjun giggles his head dropping in the small of your neck. you didn’t know if it was your need to cum or the idea of wanting this to be a quickie but you let out a whimper in the emo boys ear bucking your hips up against his mean thrusts signaling that you were cumming already and craved his cum in your sweet pussy <3 “c-cum in me please yeonjunnie” you’d let out a weak cry as you feel the killers thrusts finally slow down making you hum in delight as yeonjun empties himself in your walls with a sly reply, “you think our baby will be as pretty as you baby? or know how to make poison out of flowers like me?” the emo boy fingers your mixed up cum back in your pussy eyes fixated on how your tiny pussy takes his fingers in and how cute your tummy looked bloated with his seed </3 ):

soobin as johnny:

“you know i actually am quite fond of the girl, i don’t wanna hurt her” soobin defended you to black nancy with a nervous chuckle. nancy just rolls her eyes telling soobin to remember what grandpa said he would do to him if he let you and your other friends escape. soobin let out a frustrated groan kicking his boot in some random pile of human remains unsure if he was upset that he had to kill you or upset that he had became obsessed with you. you had been stuck at the slaughter house for only a few hours running around with your friends trying to leave but soobin already felt so attached to you ): he was so fond with how pretty you looked drenched in your own tears, too scared to fight back like your friends did with each killer so you just ran away sobbing in a dark corner hoping for the best. soobin liked how pretty your outfit looked, the little jeans shorts you had on with your cropped baby tee with the off the shoulder ruffles all with sandals that suited your matching headband so well <333 the emo killer just didn’t know what to do! let you go? or have his family kill you because he was too much of a busy to do it himself? the poor guy was torn. it wasn’t until soobin was doing his boring patrolling of the front porch spotting you from afar as you grab a hairpin from your hair attempting to quietly use it as an unlocking tool by failed since you were still crying like a baby. “where do you think you’re going pretty? you don’t think you’re leaving just yet do you?” soobin quickly and quietly approached your smaller frame making you turn to him with more tears running down your face, “please let me go i won’t tell anyone i pinky promise just please don’t kill me” you were hysterical at this point. soobin let out a sigh cursing at himself for letting go of your baby face dropping his straight razor from your wet face, “but if i let you go how will i ever see your pretty face again sunshine? i can’t let you go but i can’t let you die either” soobin hated how sweet and genuinely he sounded right now. you felt hopeful, “you can come see me again m-mister i’ll give you directions to my house just please let me go” you sniffle regretting giving soobin that idea because now he could kill you at any given time in the comfort of your home. but that’s another problem to worry about, for now you just cried in relief watching soobin open the front gate for you signaling you to leave but of course after you given him your address as you promised <3

a/n <3: im sorry for not updating in a minute im experiencing writers block but i hope this is decent ^^

[eagerbby]

angel | e.m

pairing| college!Eddie Munson x female reader

synopsis| You’ve wanted him for so long. Dreamed of him, yearned for him, but could never have him. Then one chilly, October night, you make your move. Let the games begin.

an| this was supposed to be a small little fic but then I apparently became possessed and now its 9k+ words. I'm so proud of this, its definitely the best thing I've ever written, and I hope you all enjoy it.

warnings| college! eddie but literally has nothing to do with college, she falls first he falls harder trope, reader is very horny for eddie, part 1 of 3, talks of death, eddie’s scars, handjob, oral (m receiving), ball play, worshiping eddie hours babes, 18+ you know the deal

You could feel the heat coming off your cheeks as you watch him, on the other side of the room, talking to Marcy Simon’s next to a table full of miscellaneous liquor. How he cocks his head to the side at something she says, his fluffy curls shaking around his pale face. His smile wrinkles his cheeks, eyes glossy, and you hope it’s the alcohol making his eyes twinkle and not her. 

When she touches his arm, long blue nails scraping over his bare skin, your hand clenches around the plastic cup you hold and the amber colored fluid spills down your wrist. 

You weren’t searching for him. Not really. But when you saw Gareth, who you knew was still a senior and had no real reason to be here, you had a feeling deep in your gut he had actually come. Had stepped out of his comfort zone and came to his first college party. It made you giddy in a way that annoyed the hell out of you, that made you want to remove the fluttering butterflies in your belly and rip their wings off. 

But then you found him talking to her and you thought that maybe, just maybe, your chest was gonna explode. Felt like you might puke on the yellow shag carpet beneath your feet. Jealousy rearing its ugly head, it seems.  

You hate the crush you have on him. The way it festered over the years, spreading through your bones like a fatal disease. You hate it because it’s ridiculous. You don’t know anything about Eddie Munson. Okay, that’s a lie. You know a lot about Eddie Munson, being his neighbor let you indulge in his life. Observe him like a fly on the wall. 

It wasn’t creepy, at least you hope it’s not, you just found it hard not to be drawn to him. He had a magnetism about him, something that drew you in like a moth to flame. You had small conversations over the years. Nothing too substantial, but it was enough to feed the crush you harbored for the boy the town saw as evil but you found to be a ray of sunshine.

Your feet are moving before your brain even registers it, pushing through crowd, trying to get as far away from the scene before you make the stupid mistake of walking over and ripping that pretty blonde ponytail straight off her head. 

This was the hard part - acting like you didn’t want him so badly it made your chest hurt. It was a mastered skill of yours, especially after dating Gareth’s older brother for the past year and a half. Watching Eddie and the others practicing in Gareth’s garage, or raiding the kitchen for munchies, or piling into the living room to watch some horror movie. You’d spent some nights forcing your eyes to stay off Eddie as you sat under Grant's arm. But Grant left for his fancy east coast college, leaving you in the dust, single and finally able to do the one thing you’d dreamt about for years. 

Make Eddie yours. 

But Marcy beat you to it, it seems, dug her nails in the boy you’ve loved since you were nine. You couldn’t really blame her, Eddie was sweet and caring and unbelievably handsome. She was beautiful and smart, of course he liked her. But it didn’t stop the ache. 

So you find the small group you came with, fake a couple laughs, and chug down drink after drink until the heat in your cheeks is from the alcohol and not from seeing Eddie smile at her like that. 

Once your body has a steady buzz and you’ve fought off a handful of horny guys that couldn’t pry their eyes from your cleavage, you decide you’ve had enough. You need to breathe air that isn’t laced with the smell of sweat and beer. Your friends don’t notice you abandoning them, not that you really expect them too, which makes your escape into the front yard rather painless.

The early October breeze whips past you, carrying with it the smell of a bonfire somewhere in the distance and notes of pine. You didn’t know where you were exactly and as much as you wanted to you couldn’t just leave. You came with your friends, your car sitting broken down back at the trailer park, so you wander around the long dirt driveway humming to yourself. 

You hear the heavy guitar chords before you catch sight of his van further down the road, parked haphazardly by the woods. The windows are down and the back doors hang open, a pair of dingy white reeboks kicking back and forth against the chrome bumper. 

You’re walking over before you can even think about it, the heels of your black platforms crunching the fallen leaves as you approach. Your hands are clammy, knees wobbly from the alcohol and when you turn the corner of the white metal door your head spins wildly, the motion too much for your intoxicated brain. Your hand grasps for the metal, the hinge squealing loudly, and you can’t help but giggle at the noise. 

Eddie’s head snaps up to the sound and when you finally unclench your eyes you find him staring with this bemused look on his pretty face. 

God, what a pretty face.

“Hi, Eddie.” Your voice is silvery and you cock your head, offering him a smile. The corner of Eddie’s smile quirks up the more he watches you. 

“Hello, Angel. You okay?” His owlish eyes blinking up at you. You ease yourself away from the door, only swaying a little bit before you're standing directly in front of him in your tight red dress with your hands held behind your back. Eddie can’t help but notice the glossiness of your eyes, the way your eyeliner is smudged in the corners of your waterline. 

“I’m okay. Funny seeing you here, are you having fun?” You ask airly, closing your eyes briefly as a chilled breeze caresses your hot cheeks.

“Not really my scene. Gareth wanted to come. You know how it is.” You nod as he speaks, because you know all this, figured it out as soon as you had seen them both. This wasn’t Eddie’s idea of a party. 

There’s a bit of silence after that, the both of your shuffling in your spots before he scoots over a bit and gestures with a ringed hand, “You can sit if you want, lookin’ a little wobbly there, Angel.” 

Angel. Angel, angel, angel.

That nickname will haunt you. Be used late at night when your fingers are swirling your sensitive clit. 

Angel.

“Mm, surprised you remember that, Eddie.” You say as you take a seat next to him, his scent invading your senses the moment your butt hits the tan carpet in the back of the van. Cigarettes, the musk of his leather jacket, the slightest hint of spearmint gum. Eddie was always chewing something. Gum, the chain of his guitar pick necklace, the cap from a pen. Watching the clench of his jaw had become a sort of hobby for you. 

Eddie laughs softly, peering at you from behind his brown curls. “It was fitting, you were always so sweet. Mrs. Martin knew what she was talking about.” 

You laugh at this, running a hand over your cheek in embarrassment that he remembers your teacher's pet streak from third grade, how you were always the ‘Class Angel’ -a twisted way of making children behave- with your gold star and little pipe cleaner halo. 

“All the other girls were so jealous of you.” He chuckles to himself, picking up the pack of Marlboro reds next to him. The silver chain dangling from his jeans jingles as he digs through his front pocket for his lighter.

“Stop, they just wanted to wear the halo.” You giggle, taking the lit cigarette as he passes it to you, an unlit one hanging from his plump pink lips. “Thanks.” 

Eddie gives you a nod, taking his time in tossing the pack back to its spot on the carpet, flicking the flint of his zippo until the red orange flame ignites. You swallow roughly at the sight of him, dark brown eyes reflecting the amber flame, he looks like a work of art. 

“Course. So, uh, where’s Grant?” Eddie knew that Grant left for college. Knew because he spent every Monday in Gareth’s garage practicing with the rest of Corroded Coffin. But he still asked and you still answered. 

“Grant left for Brown.” You stare off into the night and Eddie watches you take a drag from your cigarette, eyes caught on the dark red ring of your lipstick painted onto the filter. 

“That must be hard. The long distance.” He says thoughtfully. 

You scoff lightly at this. “I guess he foresaw that, because he dumped me the day he left.” You feel a little more sober now, between the cigarette and the chill in the air, your tipsiness has subsided to a gentle buzz. 

Eddie’s quiet beside you, no doubt remembering that day -which just so happened to be a monday- and how he and his friends witnessed the moment from the safety of the garage. Grant hugged his parents, his little brother, and when he got to you he didn’t reach for you like you expected him to. He just patted you on the shoulder and said, “I think we should end this. Sorry.”, before he got in his car and drove off.

“It’s fine.” 

“He’s an idiot.” 

You both speak at the same time, eyes meeting the others somewhere in the middle of your words. “What?” You ask, not really sure if you heard him right. 

“He’s an idiot.” Eddie says it so matter-of-factly, so assuringly, that it must be true. You suddenly felt queasy. 

“It is what it is. He wanted to go live his life, without me in it. Guess I should just be grateful he didn’t cheat on me.” 

Eddie doesn’t agree, but he can also see the way your shoulders slump, your body folding in on itself at the memory so he drops it. Instead he bumps his shoulder into yours, observing the way you fight the smile threatening to erupt on your face the more he does it. Eddie likes when you smile. 

“Why’d you leave the party?” He asks after a while, another cigarette burning between his fingers. “Thought you liked this type of shit.” 

His question makes you smile, dark red lips turning up in the corners. “Have you been thinking about me, Munson?” 

He feels his cheeks flush but he plays it off, bumping his shoulder against yours again as he scoffs. “In your dreams, Angel.” 

If only he knew what he was really doing in your dreams.

“Wasn’t feeling it anymore. What about you? Did your conversation with Marcy get stale?” You cover a wince at the way it comes out, accusatory and bitter, and you hope he doesn’t notice. 

“She saw us play at The Hideout last week, she wanted to know if I could teach her how to play guitar.” Eddie’s head snaps to you when he hears you snort. “What’s so funny, little pig?” 

“You know she doesn’t really give a fuck about learning to play, right? She wants to fuck you, Eddie.” 

“No she doesn’t.” He chastises, slapping the back of his hand against your bare skin, eyes mesmerized by the jiggle of your thigh. The sting throbs straight to your core and you try your hardest to push the thought away, slapping him back. 

“God, you can’t be that fucking oblivious, Eddie. She was practically eye fucking you.” 

“Jealous?” Yes.

“Ha, you wish, big boy. But seriously, did you really not catch her vibe?” 

Eddie seems to be racking his brain, thinking back to the moment. “I guess she was a little touchy.” He mumbles, shrugging.

“Are all boys this stupid?” You ask with a laugh and Eddie rolls his eyes.

“I’m a man, Angel.” 

“Okay. Are all men this stupid?”

Eddie can’t believe you. He’s known you most of his life, not as friends of course, but he thought that you were at least acquaintances. He has a good idea of who you are. He knows that you love music of any genre, your taste eclectic. From Otis Redding to Fleetwood Mac. Iron Maiden to Pat Benatar. Knows that you used to babysit Henderson. Knows that you took two years off after you graduated to take care of your dad who was sick. Knows your mom left when you were too little to even remember her. He’s spent years hearing his uncle and your dad talking about life out on his porch, beers in hand, faces sullen. But he’s never had a true conversation with you before. Never gotten to see first hand how sarcastic and playful you are. He likes it, a little more than he expected to in fact. 

“You’re an asshole.” He chuckles, a cheesy smile on his face as he stubs his smoke out in the ashtray. “Do you, uh, do you need a ride home?” 

Eddie looks so hopeful at the thought of driving you home, his eyes a little wider and his smile soft, and it makes those butterflies you hate so much turn into crazed birds rickashaying off your ribcage.

“What about Gareth?” You ask, remembering who Eddie came with, but Eddie brushes it off without hesitation.

“He came to meet up with a girl. I haven’t seen him in, like, an hour. So I’m sure he’s fine. So, do you want that ride?” 

“I don’t want to go home, Eddie. It’s lonely, you know, with dad gone.” 

His face drops at your words, remembering the fact that your father isn’t here anymore, he wants to slap himself for being so clueless. Being around pretty girls did that to him. Made his brain a useless glob of mush, shocking if he could even form a coherent sentence, but he’d never felt quite like this around you before. You were always pretty, he recognized that fact when you both entered high school, but you were also so reserved. Not shy, but you kept to yourself, your nose usually stuffed in a book or magazine. 

You had walked around school with your head held high, an air of confidence that left people intimidated, focused solely on getting good enough grades to score a scholarship. A way to get the fuck out of this one track town. But when your dad got sick at the end of senior year your dreams were washed away like the tide. He saw you change then. You spent a lot more time at home, tucked inside your trailer. He could see your bedroom window from his. Had watched you rip your room to shreds one night. He wanted to follow you into the woods that night, be a shoulder to cry on, but he barely knew you.  

“Do you want to go somewhere else, m-maybe?” When you nod Eddie lets out a shuddered breath. “I’m sorry, by the way. I-I wanted to come over and… I don’t know. I figured you were tired of all the condolences.” 

You smile at him, patting his hand lightly. “Thanks. It’s better you didn’t. I’ve been a wreck. I’m just now catching up with my classes.” 

“College sucks.” Eddie drags his hand over his face just thinking about it and it makes you giggle. He’s right, college does suck. 

“Where’d you have in mind?” You ask, mind stuck on his question from before. Of course you wanted to go somewhere else, you didn’t care where as long as you were with him. 

“Oh, well, uh,” His voice trails off as he speaks, his tongue poking out of his mouth. “I don’t know. I was gonna say lover's lake but that seemed…” 

“A little forward?” You offer and the two of you share a laugh as he nods. 

“Just a little bit.” 

“I’d be okay with just hanging out, Eddie. Just don’t wanna be alone.” You were really packing it on thick -batting your lashes at him with your bottom lip pushed out just a little bit, just enough to draw his eyes down to your painted lips- you were actually surprising yourself. It was a strange thing, playing the role of temptress, but it feels good. 

It feels powerful. 

Even more so when Eddie starts eagerly nodding his head, wide eyes stuck on the sight of you all pouty and cute. He truly is a fool, so easily lured in by your act. 

 The ride back to Forest Hills is a rather quiet one. Eddie is humming to himself, sneaking glances over at you every couple minutes and you sit there on the torn tan leather of the passenger seat pretending like you don’t notice. But you do, of course you do, it’s hard not to when his humming ceases as he eyes the bare skin of your thighs or how he fidgets with the tattered steering wheel cover as you lean only two feet away from him to dig through the black milk crate that held all his cassettes. He clears his throat rather awkwardly, shamefully, when you catch him lean over and take a sniff of you. 

Peonies -his mother loved those, it was a smell he’d never forget-  but there was a sweeter scent there almost like candy. It makes his mouth water and he thinks, for a brief moment, about what you pussy might taste like. 

His cheeks are flushed crimson, plush lips opening to say something, but he never speaks. He knows he’s been caught, finds no reason to dig himself any deeper. He doesn’t want you to think he really is a freak. 

When he turns into the trailer park you sit back, looking out the window as you pass your empty trailer, moths fluttering around the porch light you hadn’t turned off in months. Ten months to be exact. The night your father died. Just the sight of your empty home floods your gut with dread. Dread that eventually you’ll have to return to the empty double wide by yourself. 

But for now you watch it fade in the rear view mirror the deeper into the park you get. Eddie and his uncle's trailer sits at the very back of the park, after the earthquake ruined their old one the god fearing people at Hawkins Baptist church bought the men a brand new two bedroom trailer. A peace offering after the nightmare the whole town put Eddie through; after accusing him of being a Satan worshiping murderer and all. It had shocked the small town when Eddie resurfaced, bloody and injured, with the presumed dead Chief Hopper. But his reputation was cleared, the real killer revealed -Jason Carver, which wasn’t a big shock to you at all- and Eddie was deemed a hero having saved spunky little Max Mayfield from a similar fate as the others. 

If you thought about it, like truly thought about it, none of it really made any sense. But you were positive that Eddie was innocent. 

The town's opinion had always been that Eddie Munson was evil and scary, Satan's devil spawn- but years of watching him from afar has allowed you to form your own opinion about the metal head. 

There was the obvious; he likes his music heavy, his weed chronic, and never really knew when to shut up. But there was that other part of him. The part that always helped his uncle carry in groceries or how you’d catch him up on his roof watching the stars late at night or how, back when your father was alive, you’d catch Eddie sitting with your dad in the front yard reading The Hobbit to him because he knew how much your father loved to read and that because of his illness his eyesight was deteriorating.  

He was good with cars and animals and kids. He laughed with his whole body and cared deeply for others. He was unlike anyone you have ever met, and despite the dirty thoughts that bounced around your brain every time you saw him, you deeply admire his ability to be true to who he is. No matter what people say about him. 

“Are you okay?” His cautious voice rips you away from your thoughts and when you finally peel your eyes from the rear view mirror, you find that you’re parked in front of Eddie’s place. The van is turned off, his music no longer filling the silence, and he’s sitting in the driver's seat eyeballing you while his fingertips rapidly twist his onyx ring around his finger.

“I’m fine, Eddie. Just lost in thought.” You grace him with a small smile and his shoulders deflate a little.

“If you don’t wanna hang out just say the word and I’ll walk you home.” He can’t help the way his voice sounds so defeated. He noticed the way your mood changed when he drove into the park and he doesn't want you to feel like he expects anything. Because he doesn’t. 

“I don’t want to go home yet, Eddie.” You place your hand on his wrist, index finger smoothing over the knuckle of his thumb visible under his pallid skin. 

“Are you hungry? I, uh, I make a mean grilled cheese.”  

“That sounds delicious.” And when his bright white smile breaks out across his doleful face you can’t help but think of how delicious he looks.

“Sorry it’s a mess.” He apologies as he brushes past you into the house. After helping you out of the van Eddie had unlocked the door and, with a goofy bow and a cheeky smile, gestured you into the house. But as you cross the threshold he remembers the mess he’d left in the living room the night before and panic rises in his chest.   

You watch him snatch piles of dirty clothes from the floor and the tan couch, rushing down the hallway to deposit them into the hamper in his room. 

“Sorry, my uncles out of town so I’ve been sleeping in here-” He’s apologizing again, frantic brown eyes searching for anything that could change the way you see him -not like he even knows the way you see him- when he trips on the cord from the amp Steve and Robin had gifted him when he got out of the hospital last year and falls face first into the brown carpet. There’s no time to catch himself, falling so fast that he only yelps before his face hits the floor. 

Eddie scrambles back to his feet faster than you can ask if he's okay, brown eyes wide and skin ashen, he brushes himself off and heads into the kitchen. You move to follow after him quietly amused by his boyish need to play it cool. You think his nerdiness endearing especially in this moment when your eyes fall onto an open composition notebook sitting on the arm of the sofa. Across the only two visible pages are charcoal sketches of a monster with almost tentacle-like skin and bats with sharp razor teeth dripping blood. There's a broken oar wrapped in vines at the bottom of the right page and scratched at the top of the page, in sharp thick lines, is the name Vecna.

In the kitchen, Eddie is hard at work making your grilled cheese, mentally punching himself as he drops butter into the hot frying pan watching it sizzle around the cast iron as its melts and he thinks to himself that he fucking blew it. You were making him all flustered and you weren’t even trying to, which made it worse. He doesn’t know what he’s doing. Doesn’t understand what you’re doing to him. These things he’s suddenly feeling as foreign to him as the Upside Down.  

“I didn’t know you were an artist.” Your voice is cheery as you come up beside him, eyes flicking from his angsty face to the sandwich he’s flattening to death with a spatula.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me, sweet thing.” Eddie almost gags when he realizes what he’s just said. Twenty two years he’s been on this earth and not once has he ever called someone sweet thing. He wants to look over to you, see if your expression is as grossed out as he feels right now, but he can’t gather the courage to. Sweet thing. That’s something he’s heard from those old guys, who only get away with the things they say because they're old, whistle at ladies in public. 

“I bet so.” You say softly pushing up on your toes so your mouth is only an inch or so away from his ear. Your voice so suddenly invading his ear makes his whole body shiver which, in turn, fills your chest full of pride. God, he’s so easy. 

Your body is away from him so quickly he can feel the complete loss of your body heat. When he turns to see where you've gone he finds you perched on the kitchen counter, bare feet kicking out in front of you.

“I saw your notebook. I wasn't snooping or anything, by the way, it’s open on the arm of the sofa. You’re really good.” You bat your eyes and smile and he feels like his whole being is screaming at him to touch you.

“I-It’s okay, I didn’t think that. Obviously I’m not the tidiest of trolls.” He says as he places your sandwich on a small black plate. When he hands it to you, your fingers brush and your whole body zings. 

“Thanks.” You can only mumble at him, your brain void of thought as the rush of endorphins flood through your nervous system. 

As he starts on his grilled cheese he feels your eyes roaming the expanse of his body. From the crest of mousy brown curls on his head, to the curve of his shoulder underneath his red plaid button up, the way his black t-shirt is tucked into the waist of his weathered blue jeans and you realize you’ve never seen him in these jeans before. They fit just like his well loved black ones, knee holes and all, but these are a washed navy blue fading in color at the seams. His silver chain hangs from the belt loops and he’s wearing that belt with the handcuff buckle that made you choke on your Razzles the first time you saw it. 

“Do I have something on me?” He asks, looking down at his pants and spinning in a circle for a better view. You can’t help but laugh at him, his face pulling into a puppy dog pout as he stops spinning. 

“No, no, there's nothing on you. Well, except those jeans.” You nudge his knee with your toe, leg extended out between the two of you. 

“Oh, yeah, the jeans.” His voice is doom and gloom and he pinches at the fabric with two fingers pulling the material from his leg. “Do you hate them? I feel like I look like a farmer.” 

You scrunch up your face and cock your head to the side, narrowed eyes observing said jeans in dramatic fashion. Eddie shuts the burner off and plates his sandwich.

“I'm getting pastor at a youth retreat, vibes, honestly.” 

Eddie slaps the spatula down as he braces himself against the counter, his head bowed to his chest. He groans softly at first until it becomes a long cacophonous wail, rumbling against your eardrums. 

“Fuuuck. I was afraid of that. I definitely can’t wear these to the satanic temple then, huh?” 

You laugh. You laugh so fast and hard you snort, more earnestly than you had earlier in his van, but much like then when he hears the sound he’s snapping his head back to look at you with your hand held to your mouth. Mortified, your hot cheeks sear against the coolness of your palm, and you squint your eyes as you look at him expecting to see him staring at you with that amused smirk of his but it’s not there. It’s been replaced with a stormy haze in his brown eyes and a slack jawed gape of his mouth. 

He can’t find it in himself to tease you like he had earlier when right now with you sitting on his kitchen counter -in his house, only a few feet apart- he realizes he’s a complete fucking goner. 

You are the cutest, sweetest little thing, Eddie Munson has ever seen.

What gets him the most is he can’t even pinpoint when it happened. He can remember having a crush on you when you were both children and crushes were just sweet fleeting moments to be lost in time. But after that the film reel in his head flickers, flashes of his dad being handcuffed, his middle school bullies slamming his thin frame into the metal lockers, the very first time the principal looked him in his eyes and told him he failed his senior year. At some point you had become just the neighbor girl. The one he’d speak to every now and again, mostly when his uncle and your father got together to shoot the shit. Maybe things changed after his brush with death. When he thinks about the time after the Upside Down, after 001 as Dustin has started calling it, he can picture your face more. Wayne kept him on a tight leash after Eddie was released from the hospital, even going as far as taking the keys to Eddie's beloved van in fear that Eddie would run away from him again, which left Eddie stuck in Forest Hills, bored and slowly going out of his mind.

His friends had set him up a neat little spot outside, a place they could spend time with him without being crowded into his trailer, and from there he was able to watch all your comings and goings. 

But not, like, in a creepy way. Eddie had to make sure of that, he couldn’t take being accused of anymore heinous crimes. It was just enough to keep him wanting to know more. 

“I must say,-” You start, tearing your gaze away from his heavy one. He’s been staring at you for a good minute as you take bites of the grilled cheese he made you and you feel like you might just combust if you don’t lighten the tension permeating the air. “This may be the best grilled cheese I’ve ever had.” 

Eddie chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck underneath all his thick hair. “What can I say, I’m flattered. Just call me the master of grilled cheese.” 

“Aren’t you already the Dungeon Master? Would this be considered a side quest? Do dungeon masters even have side quests?” Your questions make him laugh. “So many questions, so little answers.” You finish with a huff, popping the last bite into your mouth, and Eddie can’t fucking breathe as he watches you suck the slight sheen from the butter off your fingertips. 

“I am the master. T-the dungeon master. For Hellfire Club. Yeah.” Eddie couldn’t be any more lame if he tried, he thinks to himself. But then you giggle all fucking sweet and shit and you wish he could recognize how fucking adorable he is. Feel how wet it’s making you. 

You always had a thing for nerds -being a bit of a nerd yourself- and Eddie was one hot fucking nerd. 

“So, I have a question.” Eddie says as he leans against the counter adjacent from you.

“I have an answer.” There you go, cocking your head to the side, giving Eddie a clear view of your pretty neck.

“Would you ever want to come to one of our shows?” He asks so tentatively, like he thinks you’re gonna turn him down. 

“For Corroded Coffin?” You ask. 

“Yeah, we’re doing this thing for Halloween at The Hideout, with costumes and shit. We actually draw a crowd, surprisingly.” 

“Drunk people?” You tease. Eddie plays with his hair, bringing the strands over his mouth to hide his smile.

“Five of them. Impressive crowd, really. Rockstar's wet dream.” 

You look down at your bare feet, feeling bashful all of the sudden. “You know, I’ve actually seen you guys play a couple times.” 

“Really?” Eddie smiles at you completely dumbstruck, idly tapping his rings against the counter top. 

“You were wearing this cool red bandana on your head and you did this guitar solo that I thought was fucking wicked.” 

“Wicked” Eddie repeats the word like you said it, lips curling into a devilish grin. “That was the first time we ever covered that song, you know. I thought it was shit.” 

“I didn’t. I actually went to the record store the next day and fucking sang what I could remember to the guy that worked there. He- he looked at me like I had two heads.”

“You freak. You could have just asked me.” Eddie was starting to drift closer to you, fiddling with the black pick hanging from his neck. A sudden rush of bravery fueling every step he made until your knees brushed his thighs. 

“Hm, didn’t think of that.” You swallowed dryly. He was throwing you off your game and you were starting not to mind.

“Did you ever figure it out? The song?” He was stuck watching your pursed red lips, the dark lipstick smudged ever so slightly. 

“Heaven and Hell. Black Sabbath.”

“Wicked.” He mutters. 

“Very. You did it justice.” 

“What happened between you and Grant?” The question throws you completely off guard and your brain stutters. 

“W-why?” It’s the only thing that manages to escape your dry throat, which is apparent by how croaky you sound.   

“You guys were together for so long.” He says.

“Not that long.” 

“Like a year, that's pretty long..” 

“A year and half, actually.” You say, eyes glued to the silver chain around his neck because you refuse to look him in the eye. To see whatever expression he may be wearing.

“So what happened?” He asks again, steady in his determination to get an answer out of you.

“We just grew apart.” You mutter back and Eddie scoffs loudly. 

“That’s such a fucking cop out. You loved him didn’t you?” 

“No. I-I don’t think so.” Eddie pushes your chin up with his knuckle, eyes searching your avoidant gaze until he catches you. Locks you into the most intense stare you’ve ever been apart of.

“No?” He’s honestly surprised by your answer. On the surface, whenever he saw you two together you looked like what he expected love to look like. Not like he had much to go on. 

“I think I did, at first. But the longer we were together the less I felt it.” You feel transparent under his watchful eyes, an open book spilling things you’d never spoken to anybody before. 

“Why?”

With a sigh you push him back, hopping down off the counter and standing in front of him with your hands clasped together anxiously in front of yourself. 

“It’s embarrassing, Eddie.” You say, looking up at him with such sad eyes he starts to regret prying so hard, but then you shake your head a little and release a deep breath. 

“Grant wasn’t sexual, at all. At first I thought it was because of our schedules, he just didn’t have the time, but then I’d go out of my way to make the time and he still didn’t want to. I started thinking maybe he just didn’t want to… with me.” 

“Angel-” Eddie’s heart and fists clench at your words, at the way you look so forlorn, as you stand in front of him believing you were undesirable in the eyes of the boy who was supposed to love you.

“I can count on both hands how many times, in a year and half, that we had sex.” You raise your hands up in show, your palms facing yourself, fingers splayed apart.

“Why didn’t you leave that fucking turd?” Eddie asks, tone rather abrasive. 

“Because… because I didn’t know I could. We were supposed to go off to college together, get a little apartment, maybe a cat. I had planned what our life would look like once we left Hawkins. There was no other option in my mind.” 

It sounds so pathetic when you say it out loud that you openly cringe, clenching your teeth together as you wait for what Eddie has to say next.

“You weren’t happy.” It’s an observation, not a question, and you nod. 

“No, not after the first couple months. I wanted- I wanted-” 

“What did you want, Angel?” He’s so much closer now, eyes drawn down to yours with a flaming intensity that ignites that fire in your stomach. White hot heat oozing like lava through your bloodstream. 

I wanted you. You have to bite your lip to stop the words from leaving your mouth. Despite being true, you aren’t ready to put all your cards on the table just yet. 

“I wanted him to look at me and see a girl that would get down on her knees for him. I wanted him to see me for the sexual being I was and instead he saw me as a child. Talked down to me like one when I tried something new…” You could feel the moment creeping closer and closer, the courage inside yourself growing as Eddie’s pupils blew wide, his brown irises swallowed almost whole. 

“Something new?” Eddie’s mouth feels dry as the Sahara, the words tossed between his chapped lips with uncertainty. 

When you step closer, bridging the space between your wanting bodies, Eddie goes rigid. You take his belt buckle into the palm of your hands, crawling delicate fingers around the warm metal until you're suddenly holding him in place -holding him to you- and Eddie’s entire world tilts. He can’t do anything but watch you bat your mischievous eyes up at him, the red flesh of your lip bitten between your sharp teeth. 

“He was so boring, Eddie. When we would have sex it was always the same. There was nothing new, nothing exciting about it. I wanted to be wild, to feel naughty. Do you ever just want to be naughty, Eddie?” 

Eddie feels naughty and how couldn’t he with the way his hardening cock strains against the rough denim of his jeans. With the way his eyes keep slipping back to your cleavage, the red velvet of your dress looking so tantalizing against the soft expanse of your chest. Eddie wants so badly to smooth his fingertips over the skin there but he fears if he moves, even just an inch, you’ll completely vanish and he’ll wake up from this dream. It has to be a dream. There’s no way you are standing in front of him right now with the most sexy, inviting, look in your wide eyes. 

“Eddie?” Your voice is so soft but your hand so firm as you cup his heavy bulge in the palm of your other hand. “Do you want to be naughty with me, Eddie?” 

And Eddie can’t fucking believe you. Can’t comprehend what you're asking as his whole body trembles in need. Eddie’s not a virgin; but he’s not an expert on the matter either. He never had a girlfriend, but he has fucked a couple girls, girls whos names he can’t remember and whose faces blur together like a kaleidoscope. It was enough to have an idea of what to do, and add the porn he’s watched and the Heavy Metal magazines hidden deep under his bed, Eddie has a good grasp of what he thinks he’ll like in bed. But all that knowledge flies from his brain when you ask him this. 

“Yes.” He’s speaking without even realizing it and your face breaks into a wolfish smile, one he didn’t know you were even capable of, and then you’re backing him up until the counter behind him digs into his lower back.

“Mhm.” You’re humming as you undo his belt, trying to tame the shake in your hands as you pop the button of his jeans and pull down the zipper. 

His hands linger in the air as you sink to your knees, fingers lazily untying his laces like you have all the time in the world, but Eddie’s burning from the inside out. You look so pretty sat before him, biting your lip as you free him from his shoes, tossing them off to the side where they skip against the linoleum. He can’t hold your eye contact when you peer up at him, fingers grasping the hips of his jeans, admiring him from your position. 

“Eddie?” Your voice is like the sweetest honey, molten, sending flames straight to his throbbing cock and god, if you don’t feel like the most powerful woman on the planet. But you need him to watch you, need him to see how badly you want him. So you bite softly at the inside of his clothed thigh pulling a sharp gasp from him and his head snaps down heavily. 

“Y-yeah?” His voice is fucked, making you smile up at him proudly. You have him right where you want him.

“Do you wanna try something new, Eddie?” You ask so nicely, as if you’re giving him an opening to back out, because you don’t want to do this unless he really wants it. 

Eddie nods fervently, guiding your hair behind your ear with shaking ring clad fingers, and he wants this. Thinks he wants this more than anything ever. 

“Yes. Please. ‘M yours.” 

Those words go straight to your core and you throw your head back with a moan, clenching your eyes shut, before you're finding his wide round eyes in the dim light of the kitchen. 

“Don’t say shit like that, Eds. Gonna get a girl's hopes up.” 

Eddie tries to wrap his mind around that -because what’s that supposed to mean- but you’re already shucking his jeans down his hairy legs, hands hooked on the backs of his knees as you pull them over his sock clad feet. You toss them to the side once they’re off, your nails scraping up the meat of his calves, the hill of his knees, the sensitive skin of his thighs, before you’re leaning forward to kiss his bulge through his precum stained blue boxers. 

“You’re so hard and I’ve barely even touched you yet.” You say, toying with the waistband of his boxers, pulling the elastic away from his skin just to let it snap back in place. Eddie hisses at the feeling, his head falling back against the cabinet behind him hard, but then your fingers are slipping under his shirt and Eddie chokes on his tongue -his fingers flying down to grip at your wrist roughly. 

“Stop.” His voice shatters the tension in his little kitchen and your eyes glisten up at him with surprise.

“I’m sor-” You’re ripping your hands from his grip, fingers rubbing the ache away as you fall back to your heels. Eddie cuts you off before you can even finish your apology, shaking his head and kneeling down in front of you. 

“No. It’s not…” 

You and Eddie kneel in front of each other in silence, your eyes held together by some invisible force because as much as he wants to look away he can’t, so he’s stuck sitting in front of you on his knees with his sickly shame and pounding heart.

“Eddie?” You want to reach out, but your wrists still throb from his grip, so you settle for his name in hopes he’ll swim out of his head and back to you. 

“I have scars.” He says, fast and quick, like he’s ripping off a band aid. “From… from last year. They’re.. They’re pretty gross.” 

You mull over what he’s said before you are reaching out for him, smoothing your knuckle down the column of his throat as his adams apple bobs in anticipation.

“That’s okay, Eddie.” 

“I don’t… I don’t want them to scare you off. I really am a freak now.” His sentence trails off and the wretched tone of his words make you ache in a different way than just ten minutes earlier. 

“You’re not a freak.” Your own voice sounds strangled, forced, and you lay your hand against his stubbled cheek. 

“Ha.” His laugh is painfully sardonic. “Haven’t you heard-” 

You cut him off before he can say more. Can’t stand to listen to him say more. 

“I never thought you gave a shit what others thought of you?” Your words are honest. Eddie walked around like he could care less what others think of him, he always has. But maybe you shouldn’t have been so blinded by his false confidence. The tremble in his lips and the sad gleam in his eyes as he tries to push you away from him, because he did see himself as a freak. 

“You don’t know me, Angel.” He scoffs, finally tearing his eyes away. He stares out the kitchen window at the weaning moon high in the sky. Wishes he hadn't brought you here. He was just embarrassing himself. 

When your lips hit his cheek, plush and soft and so warm, Eddie’s eyes widen. 

“You’re wrong.” Another kiss. Dark red lipstick painting your kisses across his pink freckled skin. “Can I see, Eddie? Please?” 

“It’s gross.” He closes his eyes when you leave another painted kiss, this one right on the corner of his mouth. “Like Frankenstein's monster.” 

“Can I make my own opinion? Please, Eddie?” You ask so sweetly he can’t help but agree, gazing at you from the corner of his eye as he nods softly. “Stand up, Eddie.” 

Eddie raises to his feet, back into the spot he was before, eyes downcast at his feet. 

“Will you take your shirt off for me, pretty boy?” You keep your hands busy rubbing up and down his legs, trying to sooth the swarm of nerves you can see wrecking his body. He sheds his flannel before he reaches up behind his head, pausing for a second, and then slowly pulling his shirt over his head. Once it’s off, he holds it in front of his stomach, still unsure of how he feels about letting you see this. He could barely look at himself in the mirror now, he can’t imagine what you’ll think once you see. 

You give him a minute before you take the shirt from his hands, placing it gently to the side, keeping your eyes down until he invites you. You don’t want him uncomfortable, want him to want you to look at him even if it's hard. He must catch on, because soon his hands find your cheek and he’s guiding you to him. 

He’s so rigid, standing there in only his boxers and socks, he can’t remember a time he’s felt so clinically naked. But then he makes the mistake of looking down at you and finds you staring in awe at his bare, scared, body like he was a piece of art. 

You aren’t sure what you were expecting but it certainly wasn’t mangled webs of pearl colored skin, taunt at the sides and puckering in the middle. The scars are etched across his left hip, crawling up the right side of his rib cage in an arch of angry red scar tissue, the scars peppered along the expanse of his collarbones lighter in color, the closest to his skin tone like they healed faster than the others. He must have been in so much pain, it makes your heart hurt just thinking about it, but it does nothing to deter you from him. Scars, no scars, he’s still the most beautiful man you’d ever laid your eyes on. 

“Hey,” His voice is soft, edging on cautious, as you trail a finger from his left hip across his tummy to the angry red web on his ribs. 

“Do they hurt?” You ask him, peering up at him from your knees, they were starting to ache but you didn’t care. 

“A little. If I move the wrong way.” He’s whispering back to you, transfixed on the way you seem to be admiring him. “What do you- what do you think?” 

Poor baby, he sounds so shy, which only pushes you to kiss him in the places he hates most. Leaving red lip prints on the scars you can reach with your lips, ghosting your fingers across the ones you can’t. 

“Mhm, I think I want to suck your cock. Would you like that, Eddie?” You don’t wait for a response, the twitch of his dick is enough for you to pull his boxers down his legs leaving them pooled around his ankles, licking your lips at the sight of his cock springing forth. 

Eddie sounds like a whore, wantonly moaning when you kiss the tip of his dick, and his cheeks flush deeply at his own noise. He’s starting to think all those things he thought he knew about you are wrong. He always assumed you were a sweet bookworm, untainted by the world around you. But he’s realizing quickly, especially as you lick a fat stripe from his base, that you’re a devious little thing. Dirty, evil, wicked, girl. 

He was so wrong about you. 

You’re taking your sweet time licking him, almost like his dick is a lollipop, starting at the base of his shaft and working your heavy tongue along the curve of him. When you reach his tip you suck it into your mouth, moaning at the taste of his salty precum, nails digging into his thighs. 

Eddie’s losing his fucking shit above you, head smashed against the cabinet, but he’s staring down at you with half lidded eyes. His hands hold tight to the counter, knuckles white, his mouth parted open. He wants to touch you so badly, hold your cheeks while you bob on his cock, but his tight grip on the counter is the only thing keeping him up at this point. 

It’s not his first blow job, but it’s without a doubt the best, so far beyond what he thought a blow job could be. You’re mouth is so hot, so wet, so fucking good, he feels delirious. He didn’t know a blow job could be this fucking good. Could have him so close to cumming when you’ve barely even done anything. Just bobbing up and down. Up and down. It hits him that you’re teasing him when you take him to the back of your throat, but only for a second, and then you're back to swirling your tongue around his leaking tip. 

“Don’t be mean.” He pants when he catches on, and your laugh is muffled by his cock deep in the back of your throat. The vibration has him keening, hands flying down to grasp a hand full of your hair in his shaking hand. “Oh-oh my fucking god.” 

He wants to cry when you suddenly pull off him, your lipstick smeared around your mouth, mascara tracking down your cheeks in black streaks. You look so fucking pretty. Drop dead gorgeous.

And then you lean past his cock, sucking one of his balls straight into your watery mouth, moaning at the heavy taste of him. He can’t breathe. Holy shit, he can’t fucking breathe. Thinks he might die with his fucking balls in your fucking mouth. But then your hand grabs him at the base and gives a strong steady stroke, and it’s like whatever dam had formed suddenly collapses and he moans so loudly it makes you jump, his other ball slipping into your warm mouth.

“Jesus H. Christ. Who are you? F-fucking naughty girl. You love this shit don’t you?” He’s gasping, voice so ragged it hurts his throat, and you only giggle at him while you suckle at his sack. “Evil fucking woman. Ruining me for anyone else.” 

You bat your eyes, pulling away from him, a string of spit following after your swollen lips. Your hand still steadily jerks his cock, firm at the base, twisting across his tip. You have this look in your eyes, this strange yearning that he finally understands, can’t believe he ever missed before. 

“Thats- oh fuck that feels so good- that’s what you fucking want isnt it? Wanna r-ruin me for the others?”   

You say nothing, only bat your eyes at him, leaning forward to kitten lick his cock head.

“Y-you want me to be yours?” His getting close, the realization dawning on him. Earlier you brought up Marcy, how you saw him with her, he asked you if you were jealous. You denied it, but you had cast your eyes down to his lips before telling him he wished. He’d seen it then, that flicker of your eyes as you looked to his lips, but he’d brushed it off.  

You take a break from sucking his soul from his body to roll your eyes, switching from your skillful mouth to your just as skillful hand. 

“You said it.” It’s all you say before cupping his sack, rolling him around your hand softly, your grip on his cock slow and agonizing. He’s so close, can feel that heat burning down his spine, his chest heaving. He’s so close but he feels like he needs to hear you say it. Will go crazy if you don’t.

“Please, p-please just- fuck, Angel. Please just answer me.” He’s whining, thighs shaking, breath stuttering. You want to take pity on him, want to tell him yes, yes you want him to be yours. Only yours. 

But that would end this game and you are too deep to give up now. So you sit up off your heels, line his cock up with your mouth, and kiss his tip. 

“I want you to cum, Eddie.” 

Then you’re engulfing him into your mouth, deep in your throat, and it burns and tears sting your eyes but you keep going. Fight through your gags, swallowing around him, pump his base with one hand while your other fondles his balls. 

Eddie can’t take it, the pleasure and your noises too much, he grips both sides of your head and holds you there as he shoots rope after white hot rope of his cum into your throat. He’s whining and begging, pleading with you not to stop -never stop- as he cums so hard his vision blurs into white stars and swirls of light. 

Desperately needing air, you swallow what he's given you and pull off until only his tip sits in your mouth. You suck and kiss and lick his delicious tip until he pulls you away from him with shaky hands and a whiny -"s'too much baby, please, s'too much."

You wipe the back of your hand against your mouth, ignoring the faint lines of red that trail after it. Eddie can't stop looking down at you, can't believe you just made him cum that hard. 

"Taste so good, Ed's." It's all you say as you hike his boxers back up his legs, standing on shaking knees from kneeling for so long. You can feel your wetness seeping down your inner thighs, clit throbbing with need. You choose to ignore her, instead you reach your hand out and wipe some drool from the corner of Eddie's mouth.

"I'm gonna stop calling you Angel." He says on a pant, trying his hardest to calm down from his high, but the waves of pleasure are still ebbing at him.

"Are you now?" You ask with a little cock of your head and a sinister little smirk. 

"Yeah, you were sent from hell. I'm almost positive. F-fucking succubus." He wants to kiss you, can feel his body being pulled to yours like a magnet. But you're already walking backwards, reaching down to grab your heels from the floor. 

"I like when you call me angel, Eddie." You're leaving, and his chest clenches because he doesn't want you to go. He misses your warmth already.

But this was part of the game. Leave him wanting more. 

"I'll see you around, Ed's." It's the last thing you say before you're gone, the trailer door slamming shut behind you. 

Eddie can't help but allow his body to fall forward, hands clenching the counter top, he breathes in. Breathes out. Tries to find some semblance of his sanity. But then his eyes fall onto something black and lacey, hung on the doorknob. 

He walks over slowly, face blanching when he realizes the black lace are your panties. You left him your fucking panties. 

Eddie clenches the fabric in his hand, they're wet in the crotch and they smell like you.

Dirty, evil, wicked girl.

Eddie holds the fabric to his face and groans. "Angel my ass." 

[sylvies-chen]

okay I’ve refrained from posting my thoughts on the ted lasso finale until now in the interest of making sure they’re expressed properly so that people understand how correct my opinions actually are. but I’m here and I’m queer and LET’S DO IT FOLKS:

TED LASSO FINALE THOUGHTS

THE GOOD:

Nate!! Nate was a timid, sweet note in this episode. It was such a gentle little reintegration of his character back into the team and seeing him get a secure happy ending after all that time of insecurity was the part of the episode that provided the MOST payoff. Seeing Nick Mohammed’s post about Nate and his family life and understanding how much he put into that character was so beautiful to see too. I adore actors who very publicly (and in a nerdy way) love their craft!

His conversation with Ted also made me cry like I have never cried before.

COLIN KISSED HIS FELLA AFTER A WIN!! Ugh such a beautiful payoff and full circle moment for him, I was truly squealing with joy <3

The team’s rendition of So Long, Farewell had me GIGGLINGGG oh my god, I’m a die hard Sound of Music fan so I loved it! I would have maybe liked a little more emotion from Ted, I felt like his reaction was kind of… meh? meek? but other than that the song itself was FANTASTIC.

Obviously I love that they won the game, duh

They also had a lot of really amazing and thoughtful callbacks in this episode, like Keeley’s parallel to her entrance in the pilot was great, Ted’s bbq sauce mantra, Nate leaping into Ted’s arms, the ussie guy, the winning play being the play from season 1. All of those little moments showed a strong attention to detail I truly loved.

I love that Rupert made HIMSELF unlikeable in the end. Rebecca didn’t need to ruin his life; she stopped caring and soon saw he was doing a perfectly fine job of doing it himself. Karma truly is Rebecca Welton’s boyfriend!! Or is it?

Jake the motherfucking client seducer over here turning out to be a total dud like yesss!! I don’t want Ted and Michele back together by any means but fuck that guy lol, glad to see she and Henry were getting sick of him

BELIEVE. 😭

Which leads me to…

THE BAD:

I know you all know I ship Tedbecca, but this is truly not coming from a shipper standpoint when I say that that first scene of them was absolute BAIT. It was pretty disappointing because I know Ted Lasso’s been prone to red herrings and fakeouts every now and then but I didn’t take it as a show that would truly bait their fans with something like that??

I don’t care if I’m biased, I don’t care if the writers were trying to be avant-garde with their ending for rebecca, I’ll say what I’m about to say a million times: writing off 1 of your 2 most main characters into a happy ending with a man whose name the audience doesn’t even know is literally never a good writing decision. I think this should be obvious.

I have no hate to Boat Guy, Rebecca’s whole thing with him was basically the plot of Before Sunrise + Before Sunset (all hail Richard Lanklater) if someone watched those movies and then tried condensing them into fifteen accumulated minutes of television

Keeley, Roy, Jamie… they did you three so fucking dirty my babes. Keeley you especially. I’m beyond disappointed, bordering on genuinely hurt, by how much they screwed up Keeley and all of her adjacent storylines this season.

I loved RoyKeeley so much in seasons 1 and 2, they had such a sweetness and a magic to them. There were so many elements like that to season 1 and 2 that I feel the writers gave up on in the name of growth or… honestly, at this point, I don’t know why they did this. Roy was a little insecure in seasons 1 and 2, but I never felt like he was needy. It felt so cruel to have shown us RoyKeeley in all of these moments of such stability, such healthiness, and such genuine love for so long and then rip it away for some version of Roy Kent that felt hollow, twisted, and who just Did Not Get It. It makes me so sad.

It makes me sad for Jamie too. Him falling for Keeley again was like the last thing I needed to see from his character. There’s so much else they could have done with him, and instead they took that beautiful moment of him being accountable and respectful with Keeley and the tape, and they turned it into something ugly: they had him weaponize it as a bargaining chip against Roy.

I don’t understand why they thought having our favs engaged in this very sexist outdated convo with such possessive language in the name of comedy was a good idea. I get it was poking fun at them but it was the kind of fun that shouldn’t have to be poked at by now. They’re not these men, I don’t recognize this version of them. It’s such a regression.

speaking of weird and uncomfortable shit being played off for laughs… beard and jane got married! ted wasn’t even there! she shredded his passport to keep him in captivity! how creepy! (see the joke is that they’re crazy and do toxic things to each other. you’re supposed to laugh.)

[cosmicbrowniefan]

chemistry lessons

fandom/ship: stranger things, byler

summary: mike wheeler and will byers are friends. best friends. that occasionally get jealous when someone flirts with the other.

genre: one-shot, fluff, high school au

warnings: swearing, aged-up party (16-17), jealous mike, intentional lowercase

word count: 2,412

“you’re staring again.”

mike wheeler huffed and ripped his eyes away from the sickening sight in front of him- his best friend will byers sitting at a table in the library with some hot guy from the baseball team who couldn’t. stop. making. will. laugh.

lucas sinclair raised an eyebrow at mike.

“ever stop to think about why you care so much about who will hangs out with?” he asked flatly. lucas was tired. tired of mike’s bullshit. this pining had gone on for YEARS, yet the guy still remained as oblivious as he was on day one.

“i don’t need to stop and think about anything. i know that guy is an asshole. he’s just gonna end up hurting will or being a jerk or something,” mike insisted, trying to focus on the math problems on the homework in front of him, but stopping to sneak another glance. he glared as the guy scooted closer to will, making will blush.

“and what exactly tells you that?” lucas said, trying his best to pry it out of mike. “they’re literally just studying. just like you and me.”

“it’s not the same!” mike said, exasperated, putting his head down on the desk with a thud!

“really? it’s not?” lucas said, smirking slightly. “and why not?”

“neither of us are jerks!” mike exploded. lucas was being so frustrating. how couldn’t he see that this guy was bad news?

“neither is he!” lucas said. “name one thing he’s done to make you think that.”

“he- he just-” mike struggled for something to say to validate his claim, but he was drawing a blank.

“exactly,” lucas said, shaking his head. he leaned in closer. “mike, it’s what i’ve been telling you all along. you like w-”

“i do not!” mike exclaimed quickly. “we’re friends, lucas. best friends.”

“yeah, well, if dustin looked at me the way you look at will, i’d have to have a serious talk with him,” lucas said, making mike groan in annoyance.

“i don’t need this right now,” mike muttered, gathering his books into his bag and standing, leaving the library before lucas had a chance to say anything else.

he didn’t like will. he certainly wasn’t jealous. what was there to possibly be jealous of? the guy’s looks? muscles? the way he made will laugh? the fact that will had been spending so much time with him lately?

jealous. please.

mike stormed down the hallway, images of the guy leaning towards will replaying in his head. he couldn’t really explain why it upset him so badly. probably just because the guy was bad news. he didn’t want will getting caught up with someone like that. everyone knows jocks are bad news. besides, that guy is probably playing some kind of practical joke. will had been facing a lot of shit since he came out. mike wouldn’t put it past the guy to come up with some elaborate prank just to hurt him. all mike wanted to do was protect him. that’s a totally natural thing to feel as a friend. 

he didn’t need lucas or anyone else telling him that his feelings were anything other than what he knew they were.

***

will watched out of the corner of his eye as mike banged his head down on the library table. he looked upset.

mike had been acting off a lot lately, now that will thought about it. he just seemed so closed off and annoyed at all times. it made will sad. mike was not the best at communicating his feelings, so it was a bit of a waiting game until mike decided to say what was on his mind.

“what did you get for number 6?”

will turned his attention back to tyler, who was looking at his trig homework with confusion. tyler was a kid in will’s class that had been having some trouble with his work lately. due to will’s outstanding grades, will had been assigned the task of tutoring him. normally, a person like tyler wasn’t someone will would seek out as a friend, but he actually wasn’t that bad once you got to know him. he was a bit loud and annoying, like most jocks, but overall, he was pretty nice, especially one on one.

not to mention, he had been asking will advice on how to come out.

tyler was bi, and closeted. but he was kind of in love with his best friend of nine years, and wanted more than anything to ask him out. will, TOTALLY understanding the situation tyler was in, agreed to tutor him in all things lgbt as well as trigonometry. 

“um, sin of 60,” will said, peeling his eyes away mike and looking back at his paper. “is that what you got?”

tyler laughed. 

“no where close,” he said. “jesus, it’s been the same way the last five problems, hasn’t it? people must think we’re fucking comedians just because of how funny my far-off answers are.”

will laughed and nodded, pulling tyler’s paper towards him. he gave it a once-over and immediately saw tyler’s mistake.

“okay, i see what you did,” he said. “here, scoot closer.”

tyler moved his chair and fixed his attention entirely on the paper as will began to explain how to go step-by-step through the problem. oh. that made more sense than what he had been doing.

“that. that makes a lot of sense,” tyler said, shaking his head as he realized how simple the concept really was. “thanks, will. i really wouldn’t pass anything in this damn class without you, you know.”

will smiled and nodded. 

“of course,” he said. “and you’re getting it. your answers now are a lot closer than they were at the start of the semester, at least.”

tyler laughed. “that’s for sure.”

at that moment, there was a bang and a loud huff. tyler and will looked up to see mike slamming his book shut and standing up, gathering his things as he hurried out of the library. will furrowed his eyebrows as mike shut the door behind him.

“don’t you know him?” tyler asked. “is he okay?”

will sighed.

“yeah, i know him,” he replied. “and i don’t know, honestly. he’s been acting really off lately.”

“maybe he’s jealous of me,” tyler muttered so only will could hear. “you know, i’ve been spending a lot of time with you with all the tutoring stuff. he probably wishes he had more of your time himself.”

will snorted at the thought but couldn’t help going a little red.

“mike? jealous? yeah, right,” he said, shaking his head and turning back to the math problems. “there’s no way.”

tyler shrugged.

“i know i’m not as much of an expert on the gay world as you are, but i know the line between platonic and romantic relationships. and mike is the line.”

“he’s right, you know.”

will and tyler looked up to see lucas standing there. will blushed and rolled his eyes.

“he doesn’t like me, guys,” he insisted, looking between the two of them. “really. i’m sure something else is bothering him.”

“yeah, something called his crush spending time with another guy,” tyler said pointedly as lucas hummed and nodded in agreement.

will sighed and shut his book.

“that’s enough studying for today, i think,” he said, packing his things and standing up. 

“you gonna go after him?” lucas asked. “listen, i’ve done everything i can to lead him to the conclusion that he’s SO close to realizing himself. you gotta take it home here, will.”

“okay, i AM going to talk to him, but not in the way you think,” will said, making tyler and lucas roll their eyes and exchange judgmental glances.

“can’t say we didn’t try,” tyler said, raising his eyebrows and packing his own things up. 

will smirked and shook his head.

“sure,” he said. “thanks for everything, you two.”

will walked out of the library and down the hallway, pondering what he would say when he saw mike. just ask him what was wrong, he supposed. what else was there to say? hey mike, my friends are convinced you like me. what do you have to say to that? that didn’t seem like the best approach.

will hesitated when he reached the door of the av room. it was the only place mike would be, he was sure of it. after a moment, will reached up and knocked lightly on the door.

there was no response.

after a second, will knocked again, louder this time. there was a frustrated sigh from inside the room, then the door was yanked open. mike looked annoyed, but his expression softened slightly when he saw will. not by much, however.

“oh. hi,” he said.

“hi,” will said. “can i- can i come in?”

mike moved aside, letting will in and shutting the door behind him. will went over and leaned against the table, crossing his arms and raising his eyebrows at mike, who was standing awkwardly in the corner.

“what are you doing in here?” will asked, after a minute of silence. mike rolled his eyes.

“do i have to have a reason?” he said. when will gave him a pointed look, he continued. “i just wanted somewhere quiet to study.”

“really?” will said skeptically. “because your books are still in your bag. and the library was practically silent.”

mike deflated. 

“well-” he said, “maybe i wanted somewhere quiet to study where i didn’t have to watch you and your new arm candy flirt with each other constantly.”

will laughed, surprised. mike raised an eyebrow.

“i’m sorry, what?” will said, smiling. it was ridiculous. “are you talking about tyler?”

“if that’s the name of the asshole who’s been clinging to your side for two weeks, then yes,” said mike, crossing his arms.

“and what makes him an asshole?”

“will, he’s a jock,” mike said, exasperated. why did he have to explain this to will, of all people? he should understand that those people weren’t worth talking to. “all jocks suck ass, you know that.”

“well, he’s never been anything but nice to me.”

“that’s how they all start out!” mike exclaimed, unfolding his arms and moving closer to will. “you know that, come on.”

“why do you think i’ve been spending with him, mike?” will asked. he really wanted to hear this one.

“i don’t know,” mike huffed. “i’m sure you have your reasons. reasons that start with a “c” and end with a “rush”.”

“you think i have a crush on him?”

“i KNOW you have a crush on him.”

“mike, i’m tutoring him.”

mike’s face fell immediately. he turned red and started stuttering. will smirked.

“yeah, that’s right,” will said, “i’m tutoring him. and for your information, he doesn’t like me. like, at all. he’s been also asking advice about how to ask his crush out, so i know that for a fact.”

mike opened his mouth, then shut it again, burying his face in his hands and going to sit in the swivel chair that was sitting behind the table.

will dropped his crossed arms and headed over to mike, bending down and putting a hand on his knee.

“hey,” he said, “it’s okay. what was bothering you about him so much REALLY? i think you knew he wasn’t a jerk.”

mike didn’t look up.

“i think i was jealous,” he muttered.

will’s heart skipped a beat and his chest fluttered. he tried not to show the hopefulness on his face. 

“oh,” he said. “um, any reason why? just worried that i’m gonna, like, start playing dnd and mario kart with him? or what?”

mike opened his eyes and looked at will between the gaps in his fingers.

“worried that you’d start dating him.”

will couldn’t hide anything on his face this time. he turned red and his eyes went wide.

“um, wh- what?”

mike put his hands down and shook his head.

“i don’t know,” he sighed. “i- i was just jealous. and i thought i was just worried about him being an idiot to you, but that wasn’t it at all. i was jealous. jealous of the way you looked at him. and the way he made you laugh. and about how HE looks. because, let’s be honest, baseball guys are mad hot. i don’t care how much i hate them, i can’t deny that. i was just jealous because- well, because i- kinda- like you?”

will audibly gasped, then covered his mouth with his hand. THAT was embarrassing to let slip out. mike looked down at his hands and sighed, shaking his head.

“i know, it’s stupid,” he said. “listen, just ignore me, okay? i’m really sorry if i made anything awkward, i just-”

“mike.”

“i just felt like i couldn’t NOT say something, you know? after so long of having it bottled up-”

“mike.”

“and after finally figuring it all out, thanks to LUCAS of all people, who definitely knew it all along, by the way-”

“mike!”

mike stopped rambling and looked up, a blush creeping across his face when he saw how close will was to him. he cleared his throat nervously.

“y- yeah?”

“i like you too,” will whispered, smiling. 

mike’s eyes widened and he sat up quickly.

“wait, you do?” he asked. will laughed. 

“yeah, wasn’t it obvious?” he asked. mike shook his head.

“not obvious enough for me, at least.”

“you are pretty oblivious when it comes to this stuff,” will teased as mike smiled and looked at his lap. “but yeah. i like you.”

mike looked back up.

“please tell me that jealousy isn’t a relationship turn-off for you,” he said quietly, making will laugh.

“absolutely not,” he whispered. “you’re too adorable to ever let that be a turn-off.”

“good,” mike murmured. taking a breath, he reached out and grabbed will’s shirt by the collar, flicking his eyes to meet will’s for permission, then pulled the boy towards him, their lips clashing together.

will’s heart leapt into his throat. after a second of feeling mike’s perfect lips on his, they separated. will’s eyes stayed closed for a second, but then he opened them and smiled. 

“maybe i should tutor more guys if that’s all it takes to get you to kiss me,” he whispered, making mike smile and roll his eyes.

“i could use some tutoring,” mike said. will grinned.

“sure,” he said. “lesson one: let’s talk about chemistry.”

and with that, their lips smashed together again. 

[codenamehazard]

.:Down the Rabbit Hole:.

Chapter 31: Down the Rabbit Hole

Hey guys!

Time to keep following Cole on this rigmarole of a rabbit chase and see what happens next now that he's in the big top that gives Tri-Point its name!

Without further ado, let's jump in!

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“Alright, you damned rabbit. This game’s gone on long enough!!”

I rip random shit out from their places as I search high and low for this antlered thorn in my side, not really caring what it is or who it might belong to. I don’t know what it’s trying to get at, but it’s only going to make things so much worse for it when I get my hands on it. “How do I see myself?” What kind of mind games is it trying to play; Especially with asking that while I was literally looking in a damn mirror? The answer is literally staring me in the face! I’m me! Always have been.

That damn question though… It circles in my head more than I’d like, fucking vultures riding a rising current of hot air. While yes, it is true that I haven’t physically changed much, but I have. God I hate to admit it, but so much has changed that I’m not even sure who I am anymore. Everything that made me the man I was is gone, torn asunder and ashes in the wind. Zeke’s been dead for what… Two, three years? Trish has been gone longer still. Empire City is crater, courtesy of John. Wouldn’t be surprised if it’s been deemed the US’s own Chernobyl or something.

Any ties I had to that old life is just… Gone. Save for whatever tiny scraps I managed to salvage… The life I had planned for, the life I wanted, will never come to be.

It’s not helped by the fact that I’ve been nothing more than either some kind of errand boy or a puppet on fucking strings ever since I was popped out of my mother. Any choice I made was either deemed incorrect, wrong or the choice was outright taken away! At this point, I’ve stopped trying.

Now I’m starting to understand the question and my answer is: “Does it fucking matter?”

My rampage in the big top continues on, leaving debris of knocked over furniture, confetti and dust in my wake when I think I see a plume of purple in my periphery. I turn my head to look, but see nothing, probably just glitter or some shit like that. However, I do spot another flash, another mirror. What a fucking coincidence.

I try to ignore it and focus on my task of finding that damn rabbit, but every time I see glimpses of my reflection, my curiosity grows… I eventually just say “fuck it” and walk over.

I make note of the mirror now that I’m actually looking at it. It’s one of those full, stand-up mirrors you find in those old as fuck mansions that are definitely not haunted. I know those ghost stories and while those kinds of things were more Zeke’s wheelhouse, with the “Killer Clown” vibes this place has going on? I’m not taking any chances… Especially with a circus full of Conduits.

I walk to the mirror, making sure I’m far enough away that should some fucking “Ringu” or “Grudge” thing be hiding in the mirror tries to grab me or some shit like that I can jump back out of reach, but close enough to see my full body in the reflective glass.

Damn… There’s a lot more change than I thought now that I look at myself fully.

My skin actually looks half-way healthy, slightly tanned from being cooked in the sun and bringing out the freckles that I had as a kid. The only hint of the pale, sickly grey that I’m used to seeing all over my body is focused on the scar that tracked across my chest like spider lightning through the clouds. First time in a long time I get to see that painful reminder.

I look at my clothes and it hammers home just how much I’ve changed, it’s honestly strange. I can see bits and pieces of someone new, yet it’s still my face, still my scars… I can almost feel my mind starting to struggle a bit. Trying to decide who this person in the mirror is even though I know it’s still me.

As I’m having a slight identity crisis, I hear something whisper in my ear. “How do you think others see you?”

A Punch Blast rips from my hands as I whirl around with a start, sending a popcorn machine and some heavy props flying in its wake. I scan the area, ready to fry the bastard that’s been toying with me ever since I stepped into this madhouse. I growl loudly as my frustration grows, seeing nothing. 

“Hey, fuzzy lil’ fucker!” I shout out, my accent starting to slip more than I’d like. “Stop fuckin’ aroun’ with me and face me!” 

All I get is crickets as I sweep the area, looking for hide or hair of the pain in my ass, but of fucking course, the rabbit is nowhere to be seen. I am getting so sick and tired of all of these games.

If I was a less stubborn man, I would have given up at this point and head back to the hospital to take a long-ass nap. Sadly, I am not a less stubborn man and I want that bunny made into a pair of leather gloves for all the grief it’s put me through.

What I didn’t know is that I’m in for one hell of a shock myself when I turn around and face the mirror again.

Staring back at me isn’t myself… It doesn’t even look human, it looks closer to a living storm, not a shred of humanity to be seen in its crimson eyes. It almost frightened me. Yet…. Somehow I knew that it’s still me.

It’s twisted and monstrous, even more so than how I am in my Beast form… Or is that not my Beast form and what I’m looking at is supposed to be what it’s actually supposed to look like? I remember John’s whole shtick was being a giant magma golem of a monster and I could never figure out how to get that.

I growl and shake my head before dismissing the reflection and walking away, remembering the question and guessing that’s what the mirror was showing; how others saw me.That I couldn’t give less of a rat’s ass about. Not surprising in the least that people saw me less as an actual person and more of a monster or a force of nature, something soulless and without care. It’s honestly nothing new to me.

I’ve been a reject of society ever since I knew what that was. Always casted aside: mocked, shunned and scapegoated in some way, shape or form. So how is this any different? Always a fuck-up, so fucking what? It’s a non-issue at this point. They can think however they want, as long as those dumb shits stay the hell out of my way, then there will be no issues.

My search for Bugs Bunny’s horned cousin continues when I think I see something else furry, a fluffy looking tabby cat sitting on a chest. Not what I’m looking for, but okay.

Though as I look at it, I can’t tell if it’s the color of my lightning or what, but I swear this cat was an odd color… Almost blending in with the hue my sparks bathed the area in, but it was definitely an unnatural color for a cat, pink? Purple? I couldn’t tell, nor did I care.

I try to get close so I can get a better look at the feline, but as I did, the cat turns to purple smoke and flits away. Are you fucking kidding me?!? First a white rabbit who can teleport, now a purple-y cat that can turn to smoke, what’s next? Am I gonna stumble across a giant ass caterpillar smoking from a hookah or something?!? I watch the wisp dart around, the sight feeling familiar for some odd reason.

I don’t have much time to ponder that before it dashes off, prompting me to go after it.

“Maybe this fucker will lead me its little bunny friend.” I think to myself before following it through the big top and find it went through a door. I narrow my eyes in suspicion, this reeks of a trap, yet something keeps telling me to push forward. Is it my curiosity? My stubbornness? Or is it me thinking that I’ve made it this far in, might as well how deep this goes?

Doesn’t matter which it is as I follow the smoke inside.

Through the door, I am damn near blinded by the amount of light my dark-adjusted eyes were subjected to, forcing me to cover them until they had readjusted. I remove my hands and my jaw falls open at the sight I see.

That cat lead me into a fucking mirror maze.

“What’s with all the goddamn mirrors?!” I growl out loud as I look around, seeing myself at damn near every conceivable angle. The scowl on my face deepens the more I see my reflections, I already don’t like seeing myself, let alone being stuck in a room that’s nothing but myself. It infuriates me to no end. It’s almost dizzying and disorienting with everything reflecting everything else. I start to step back, I’m getting in over my head. I need to get out so I can regroup and…

A voice stops my thoughts dead in its tracks as an all too familiar voice hisses in my ear, full of venom and cruelty.

“Do you want to see who you really are?”

The door behind me slams shut with a deafening “BANG” as I try to get out. There was nothing to grab hold of and no way to force it open, it’s flushed with the wall. I’m stuck in here and that damned voice laughs at my struggle and plight. I fire off an Alpha Blast to blow the door open, but it bounces off the reflection and damn near hits me in the process. I can feel my heart start to race as the fact sinks in more and more. I’m trapped in this damned maze.

I slowly turn around, knowing what I have to do, but what I see behind me… My eyes widen as I can feel the color drain from my face, my blood runs cold as I face what is my worst fear made manifest.

“No…”

[thepragmaticwarlock]

Finished Lightfall. Did some post story missions, haven’t jumped into seasonal stuff yet. Read some lore, and most importantly saw Bungies Public announcement about the story. So here’s some thoughts now that I’ve had more time to digest Lightfall.

So first off I’m going to preface this by saying by and large I liked the DLC for what it was. What I disliked was the DLC’s place in the overarching conflict between us and the Witness. My primary gripe is that this DLC is clearly transitional (which Bungie confirmed as much in their announcement). Which is fine is works really well as a transition imo. Neomuna is a cool city, the Cloudstriders are fun and in general I think Neomuna was a very fun setting that brought back some older plot/lore points. Ishtar collective, vex network, black garden and Asher Mir. Neat. On top of some fun new characters, I loved the Cloudstriders.

What I very much disliked was it’s place in the story as a whole. The DLC starts with this over the top Marvel-esque cutscene with the Witness invading. We are losing and clearly our Guardian isn’t there. Now jump to the Guardian and we are in a Cabal ship for some reason? No explanation as to why our Guardian isn’t at Earth. (Obviously as a player who played the last season I know WHY we’re on the ship but Bungie needs to stop telling and start showing). If you’re me my very first thought was ummm why aren’t we at earth rn trying to stop the pyramids - to me it was like starting the Red War campaign but our Guardian was randomly on another planet doing whatever. The opening cutscene for the Red War was compelling in a way Lightfall tried but failed to be. In the Red War we are immediately involved in the war - Ghaul himself tries to kill us. Then in the ensuing aftermath we immediately see the sheer destruction and loss - esp the dead guardians we see everywhere. The severity and sense of loss is immediately communicated to the player. This absolutely does not occur in Lightfall. We see bad things happen (eg the ghost I don’t feel so good scene) and we even see the Traveller fight back (the plant beam was cool af) but that’s immediately lost when jarringly, we are dumped into the game with no other context besides that cutscene on a cabal ship with no explanation. Oh and Osiris is here. I was immediately confused and asking why tf are we on this ship. Now if you played last season you know there’s some colony on Neptune w/ some artifact. So the smallest bit of context. Then we’re at Neomuna for a fun romp through a vapor wave neon city. Meanwhile I guess things aren’t going good on Earth? But we’re for sure taking our time here at Neomuna.

Once on Neomuna I do like how the DLC unfolds and the conflict with Calus. No major complaints except some character stuff (Osiris and the Guardian should have gotten a reconciliation scene similar to the one Nimbus had w/ Osiris - some acknowledgement of Osiris’ grief manifesting in how he was treating us but whatevs). Loved that Caitl was there and the Calus arc was finally resolved with her. Now what didn’t make sense is why the Witness even bothered w/ Calus if he could just take control of Ghost the whole time? Or if the Witness is SO powerful he literally rips apart all of the Guardians attempts to stop him and his fleet why didn’t he just make a short pit stop at Neptune and steal the veil. It’s clear the Witness doesn’t actually need Calus to accomplish anything. He literally could have just waited for the Guardian to naturally visit the veil and taken control of Ghost then? So I honestly felt that Calus being at Neptune while the Witness was at Earth was truly weird. It felt like something that should have happened prior to the Witness directly attacking the Traveller.

I could write a lot about how the game just didn’t do a good job of setting up for going to Neomuna. I truly feel like the opening scene would have been better if it was established our Guardian tried to fight - failed and now we have to go to Neomuna. More reflective of the opening to the Red War or think of Shepard leaving Earth in Mass Effect 3. Two scenes which establish strong emotional reactions that drive the campaign. Lightfall in my opinion didn’t do this, yes the scene we did see WAS devastating but they did a poor job of establishing the role of our character in the conflict. Unfortunately in an RPG, our PC is the avatar which we use to experience the game. Scenes (emotional or not) where we are not present as PCs, involved in some way tend to fall flat emotionally and I felt in Lightfall this happened. The opening scene just has SO much happening and there was nothing to ground that scene in anything bc our Guardian wasn’t involved at all.

And this kinda brings me into Bungies announcement and the story of the Traveller, Witness and Veil bc holy fuck what is happening??? So yes the fight between the Witness and Traveller on its paracausal level is definitely initially supposed to be above our mere Guardian mind. We don’t know what’s going on except some hints in missions, dialogue and lore. Which is obviously purposeful on Bungies part. Here’s my issue though. If you have to release a public announcement to your player base saying “don’t worry there is actually going to be a story that makes sense you just have to wait for our months long content drip of information but we PROMISE it’s going to be good” I think you’ve already made a misstep somewhere. And obviously if you’re really into lore there’s been a lot of hints and theories about everything and maybe you feel that those hints are enough to theorize and have fun trying to figure out what’s going on. Which is good, this was very much Bungies intention. Frankly I haven’t read enough of the lore (yet) to see where Bungie is going enough to feel confident in the resolution of this story at this point especially after Lightfall. I think that’s primarily how much of the player base feels. The lack of information when it comes to lore, context and exposition IN GAME (bc as much as Bungie loves telling via lore books your written lore HAS to be shown in game and resolved in game) is I believe a concern to many players. Not to mention the vast amount of players that engage minimally with the lore books but are still invested in the story are a large voice. Peoples concerns at this point are valid. I spend most of Lightfall being slightly confused about wtf was happening which is fine if this is a small DLC like Warmind which wasn’t you know the beginning of the end game conflict in the series. So yes I think Bungie failed in aspects of storytelling in Lightfall - which i don’t think is new but it matters a LOT more when it’s major major plot points. Im not saying Bungie can’t tell a good story- or that D2 has a bad story. Bungie has created a very rich world in its lore. Unfortunately Bungie has done very little to actually show this in game. Compare Bungie lore to Mass Effect. ME has a massive codex - but you don’t ever NEED to read the codex to understand what’s going on. Much of the information in the codex is communicated via environmental storytelling, background voicelines, and other subtle exposition that is happening in the background. Or directly in conversations and as the story unfolds. Something I feel that Bungie does very little of and I think the player base suffers for it esp people who don’t deep dive lore books. You shouldn’t have to watch a lore video to understand what is happening in the game you’ve been playing for years (and that’s just my hot take as a lore lover that also plays with a lot of people that don’t want to engage in lore books but still want to know wtf is going on). Also a lot of people who don’t read the lore books still love the lore and world of Destiny. The books are accessible in other ways (eg lore videos) but enjoyment of world building in a game should not hinge on reading extra material that’s not directly presented in game. To me this is the heart of the issue. I’ve seen many disparaging comments on twitter about all the “dumb ppl who lack critical thinking skills and need lore and the game spoonfed to them”. This is simply not true - while there are many fantastic lore entries Bungie consistently falls back on written lore to compensate for a LACK of in game story telling. Hence the cishet dudes being blindsided and shocked about Osiris/Saint - thankfully Bungie did put their money where their lore books are and showed the relationship in game but the Osiris/Saint relationship is literally a HUGE example of what happens when all your content and lore is majority accessible via lore books and not in the game.

[nerdyenby]

Purple time :D I’m watching Jimmy

Pre-game

Purples Posies 😭

Jimmy, horrified: “Are you demanding money?” Martyn, without hesitation: “Yes” Jimmy: “Same”

This team is gonna be peak chaos in so down

Also coincidentally the only team I saw do a 4/4 practice session

Scott flirting with Shane and then calling Jimmy and Martyn his husbands, more like purple polycule, am I right???

I didn’t even bat an eye but Scott being awed that MCC is something someone would use Make-a-Wish for is so <333

I am living for this chaos

Martyn: *talking about his wedding* Jimmy: “awww” Martyn: “What are you ‘awww’-ing for, you were there” Scott: “I wasn’t there, I wasn’t Martyn’s bestie at that point” Shane: “I wasn’t born yet” 😂

INSTANT disconnect lmao

Grid Runners

The way Jimmy was running around clueless during the first room and they still finished it first

They popped off, that’s simply all there is to say

“Four bros chillin’ in a hot tub, five feet apart because… one of them’s gay” “You changed that” thanks for noticing Jimmy 😂

Parkour Warrior

It’s fun how close Jimmy, Martyn, and Scott are staying to each other

Jimmy’s doing so well!!

Yeah the snake is so counterintuitive this time, kinda love it tho

Me, who has never played minecraft on pc, backseat gaming like a madman: “just flick the mouse, Jimmy”

It would actually be so cool to see a late pkw, it would suck but it’d be interesting

Shane talking about funky symptoms he got while exercising the other day and it being the exact same stuff I just got a diagnosis for ✌️(I doubt Shane has what I do, I get that literally every time I stand up lmao)

Sands of Time

Jimmy’s so excited to be Sam’s daddy 😭

The synchronized “Hi HBomb” :))

I love Jimmy but it bothers me to no end that he doesn’t fill the timer all the way, I can respect keeping one sand just in case but there’s no reason to not fill all the way when you have nine in hand

Solid performance all around, they had good comms and plenty of time

Ace Race

The way the just started talk-singing Hall of Fame 😂

The Kermit impression is solid

I feel like I haven’t watched a team where no one mutes in a while

Shane and Martyn 9th and 10th!!!

Jimmy 15th overall!! Stop putting yourself down, that’s great!!

Meltdown

Martyn is MIA and Shane is just singing Taylor Swift’s Blank Space as Kermit 😭

Rip, definitely not the worst I’ve seen though

Why are they all doing Mumbo impressions???

Battle Box

I think this team will do well and I’m very excited to see people pop off because the only pov I’ve watched so far is cyan and their bb was… rough…

This team either destroys or gets destroyed, there is no in between

Something about the WWWLLLWWW is unreasonably satisfying to me

Dang it, now I wanna look into what games have the highest coin differentials, obviously pvp games are at top but I’m wondering what’s at the bottom

ALL I DO IS WIN WIN WIN NO MATTER WHAT!! (Fun fact: I only know that song because we played it during football games in my high school marching band)

They’re so chaotic I love them

Sky Battle

“So… where do we wanna go?” “Home… home please” so true Martyn

Fighting lime while in the bubblevator is the most disorienting fight I’ve ever seen and that’s saying something

They’re doing a really good job dividing and conquering and allocating resources

Comms got clogged but they held together, apd went hard tho and I could not for the life of me understand what Scott was trying to say lol

Shane’s keyboard 😭

That ending was so chaotic oh my goodness

Everyone being self-deprecating and Shane just saying “You guys- you guys were there” 😂

Hole in the Wall

I have no idea what all they’re singing but they sound good

This team has such good comms :)

Them all hyping up Shane :)))

Dodgebolt

No 👏 funneling 👏 /pos

Grian’s message :((

“No, not that one, the football one” “I don’t- I’m gay” Scott sounded so confused 😭

Gosh, I love Shane, I don’t think I’ve ever heard someone be so excited for a teammate hitting a shot in a 4v4

Martyn joking that he doesn’t know how to run and Jimmy absolutely floundering “Move your legs and move- move your body in… in order to each other” 😂

Gumi’s dodging is wild

SHES POPPING OFF

Shane hyping up his teammates is everything

JIMMY WINNING SHOT!!!! THATS MY GUY!!!

SCOTT 5 WINS!!! AS HE SHOULD!!!!

My little cringefail loser winning the most statistically competitive mcc in history is so him

Callum’s manifesting worked :)

Jimmy prophet arc real

AIMSEY!!!! I wasn’t expecting him to show up but she has teamed with Jimmy and Shane in the last two mccs :D I love xem so much <333

“‘Martyn, we’re you sick this time?’ Yeah, sick of my teammates” I freaking love this team, their banter is everything

I know too much about mcc these days, Scott can say the last time he teamed with Martyn was when he blew him up with the tnt and I instantly knew they were talking about MCC7 lmao

[figsandphiltatos]

get to know me

i was tagged by the amazing @johaerys-writes, thank you so much!!! 

Share your wallpaper: my phone background is really dope artwork of arthur morgan from red dead redemption 2. the art is sooo pretty and i’m sooo lazy so i haven’t changed it even though i haven’t played the game in months lmao. my desktop wallpaper is just,,, a black screen. which is really messed up, but it glitched out and deleted my old wallpaper (which i don’t even remember rip) and,,, ya know, the aforementioned laziness

The last song you listened to: Morbid Stuff by PUP

Currently Reading:  i just finished the v1 titans run of comics (1999-2003)!!!! i literally can’t recommend it more, it was so fun ough. but i’m currently in that phase after reading something really good where you can’t read anything else because of the misery of finishing a good read. it’s rough. honorable mentions go to the copy of the great gatsby that my coworker has been trying to make me read,,, (i’ve gotten through an entire one (1) page of it, sorry steve), and buy back the secrets, which is an incredible fanfic that everyone who likes timkon should go read immediately or i’ll kneecap your closest friends and relatives <3 (also also also in the family of things by @deadchannelradio which is so incredibly amazing and even tho i finished it a while ago i think it should still count for this because everyone should also read it immediately, the kneecapping threat still withstanding ofc)

Last Movie: Batman: Year One (with @darkravenstag, can you sense a pattern in the media i’ve been consuming jesus christ)

Craving: tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo!!! (i’m broke)

What are you wearing right now: white soft sweatpants, my fluffy housecoat, and a shirt that says “i ❤️my gay cat” which was a birthday gift from @darkravenstag

How tall are you: last time i checked i was 5’4 but god knows if that’s changed by now (i doubt it), apparently that’s 162 ish centimeters 

Piercings: i have piercings in my ear that i got when i was like,,, four years old that are somehow still around god bless them. and i have a septum piercing. i really desperately want an industrial next

Tattoos: only one!!!!!!!!! it’s a neat little ouroboros but by god do i need more desperately

Glasses? Contacts?: nope, got that 20/20 vision, babey

Last drink: water (i honestly rarely drink anything but water)

Last show: i guess probably technically the mandalorian? it’s in the middle of its new season and @darkravenstag and i are watching it when it releases weekly :3

Last thing you ate: ice cream sandwiches,,, 

Favourite colour: i’m really bad at making decisions like this lmao. i don’t know myself well enough to know my own favorite color, if i’m tbhing. but a lot of different shades of blue are nice, and i like burnt orange and mustard yellow type vibes. green is also nice! so who knows

Current obsession: god i wish it weren’t obvious. to all the folks who started following me because of my greek myths stuff (and that includes you jo lmao) uhhhh sorry. greek myths were THE hyperfixation for like,,,, three or four years but dc comics is back in a big way. i simply cannot stop thinking about these little superhero guys,,,,

Unrelated Obsession: right now??? i’m not kidding when i say that dc comics has left me with literally no other computing space in my brain. like i’m at the stage of brain rot where having a conversation about something that isn’t dc related is a little bit hard,,,, it’s abysmal out here guys. but i’ll give a shout out to greek myths,,, when will my interest in the iliad and odyssey return from the war??? my brain basically works in two modes, which are dc comics nerd and pretentious classics obsessive, so eventually the classics hyperfixation will return but i couldn’t tell you when that’ll be 

Any pets: i have two cats!! their names are achilles and briseis and they are the worst little creechers but also god’s greatest gift to humanity (achilles is currently curled up in my lap purring his stupid little head off). they turn six this april!!! 

Do you have a crush on anyone: lol uhhh sure

Favourite fictional character: this is an incredibly mean question actually. you want me to pick a favorite son??? i am holding my hands over jason todd’s ears while whispering dick grayson,,, but also if we’re allowed to include ocs then rn everyone can get fucked because my baby wes is having a renaissance (in my head)

The last place you traveled: lmao the last place i traveled was back to my hometown (a small town in northern indiana) for the county fair this summer. the ice cream at the local ice cream stand is still the best in the country and i’ll die on that hill but yeah i’d kill to travel a bit more soon but probably won’t really travel until my sister’s wedding happens in georgia in october

tagging @darkravenstag @thrustin-timberlake @deadchannelradio @sarcasticbeanie and any other beloved mutuals (or followers!!) who wanna do this! it's fun, have fun!

[therealjammy]

Well, I finally watched the first two episodes of TLOU and I have some thoughts, which will be beneath a cut in case some of you would like to avoid spoilers (and I’ll tag this appropriately too, so don’t worry!) Here we go...

My initial thoughts are this adaptation is definitely one of the best video game adaptations I’ve seen--which are, to be honest, quite few--and I’ve enjoyed how similar it is to the game I’ve known since 2014 but also different. I did enjoy getting to see more of a glimpse into Joel, Sarah, and Tommy’s characters in episode one, a little slice of normal life juxtaposed with a strange phenomenon murmured on the radio or seen through police cars racing through town; and then the night everything went to shit was just so brilliantly done, I was literally on the edge of my seat waiting to see what would happen despite knowing what does. All the performances regarding Sarah’s death were stunning, and so many kudos for Nico Parker for making me care about Sarah when she had a small fraction of screen-time!

I adored Ellie’s introduction. And Marlene’s. And Tess’s. And Joel’s. All I can say is *chef’s kiss*

And as for the second episode, the opening to that was, I thought, far more unsettling than the opening for the first. We’re seeing the cordyceps fungus taking over in real time; it’s no longer a scientific prediction, it’s a scientific reality, one that has neither medicine nor vaccine to stop. The actors in those scenes had my breath shortening; their characters’ terror and horror was palpable and jumping off the screen; it got me thinking that I could never imagine being an epidemiologist or microbiologist thrown into something novel and realizing there’s no possible way to stop it--except to kill everyone.

But as we know, the bombing method didn’t work.

Now for Tess, my beloved! Anna Torv played her so well; I was beyond pleased with her performance and her interpretation of the character, and that ending in episode two made my heart ache. Not as much as it did when I played the game, but it was an ache all the same. I was sad to see her go.

As for my qualms, I thought it was interesting that they decided to get rid of the spores and have more of a fungal neural network that the infected were connected to. It’s not necessarily a bad change, I think; it makes for interesting worldbuilding, and I’m curious to see how that will play out in future episodes, because so far I don’t understand why it’s that way--which is probably the point. And my other qualm is probably one that’s pretty popular by now: Why was Tess’s death by a gooey fungal French kiss and not by being ripped apart? It would’ve been brilliant (albeit if it wasn’t shown, of course) if there was that callback to telling Ellie, “You’re not immune from being ripped apart.” It just felt really unnecessary to me, and frankly disturbing. In this case, I prefer the game’s way of dealing with her death. It felt more true to Tess’s character.

I’m sure I’ll have more thoughts eventually, but that’s all for now. Thanks for reading xx

[truerescreatuconfessions]

hi this is Matt lol. talk all the shit you want, lol, (it literally gives me conversation at my dinner table when i tell people “an anonymous tumblr blog about some online pet site i play has it out for me and my friends”) but Vol can [censored by mod]. I said what I said - I sent them a pet named “YouLiterallySuck” after they did not stop purchasing from my shop. I POLITELY ASKED THEM TO STOP (multiple times mind you) purchasing from my shop. They bought well OVER 200+ items priced at 1 TU. This was intended to be a NICE thing for users to find. Idc if some underage with no SB or whatever found my shop and bought it all - they DESERVE to buy all those items more than that scamming [censored by mod] did. The issue with this game is that no matter what anyone does - staff or non staff- people will ALWAYS complain. I literally do a flash sale TO BE NICE and price my shit WAY LOWER than market value specifically so that everyone has a FAIR shot at rare items they might not otherwise be able to see at those prices because our economy is seriously inflated ??? Y’all still ain’t happy and wanna talk shit. Don’t wanna buy my items? Well that sucks for you - I’ve sold HUNDREDS so far - not counting the hundreds Vol bought out for 1 TU either lmfao. People are gonna buy whether they like me or not because my prices are FAIR. And fyi, I did get SB banned for what I did. A multiple day one, too. I’m not “immune” contrary to what everyone believes. I got a literal mail and everything from Koz explaining *every* rule I broke. But guess what? I’d do it allllllll again baby, and I probably will if Vol’s scamming [censored by mod] wants to keep it up. @Vol - I said it in the SB publicly but you scammed someone i cared about out of their albino cyid when they returned to the game. You made them think it was a FAIR deal when it was hundreds of millions of TU lower than marker value. IDC if y’all are “cool” or whatever now - [censored by mod] for that and all the other people you’ve ripped off over the years. This blog wants to have a burn book or whatever well put VOL right there underneath my name (can y’all edit that too like rumor was SO 2020,,,, at least KEEP UP if you’re gonna try and put me on blast) And another thing, I told Vol I didn’t WANT/NEED their money - guess what I did? Donated it all to the donation pot. But hey, at least Vol had the balls to stand up for whatever bullshit they believe in aka scamming people - y’all wanna talk shit anonymously on this blog lmao 💁🏻‍♂️

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Note from the Moderator:

Typically I would not publish a submission with such gratuitous profanity, but I feel this message needs to be seen by users and staff alike. Obviously, some words have been censored.

I apologize to Vol, who is pretty clearly the victim in this situation (even if we only considered this purely from the perspective of The Rules), but I think it's important to show what users have been experiencing for years - the only difference being that this blog now allows it to be much more public and they no longer have to feel isolated and unable to defend themselves, because this blog will continue to stand up for them & the rules of Rescreatu.

In the past it was a lot easier for this small group of people to make users feel threatened and bullied for playing the game in some way they didn't agree with. Whether it was competing for things they wanted, selling/buying things at prices they didn't agree with, or apparently buying too many items from their shop - they have felt entitled to engage in this malicious behavior to manipulate other users or make them feel unwelcome, knowing they were never at any real risk of losing access to Rescreatu. I've heard the stories over and over, and I'm not sure how to describe the sinking feeling it gives me. Users feel afraid to report abuse from certain people who have ties with a certain admin, and it has resulted in many of them simply quitting because they have no other option.

I genuinely hope, if nothing else, staff will take note of a particular section of this message: "I got a literal mail and everything from Koz explaining *every* rule I broke. But guess what? I’d do it allllllll again baby, and I probably will..." While Matt claims to not be above the rules, this certainly seems like the behavior of someone who doesn't fear any serious repercussions for their actions, even when explicitly told they were in the wrong and violating the terms of the game.

[pochita-is-god]

Dream

Date: August 31th

Time: 5:30

God I fucking hate being alone. Even tho I know she’ll be returning to me in the next hour or so, I hate that I got home before her. There’s only so much I can do to make time fly by, but I’m already tired from playing games and watching some tv. I’ll probably make her a meal tonight tho, she must be tired so I’ll treat her tonight, after all it will give me enjoyment and it will allow her to relax.

As the minutes close in I can feel my heart beating faster and faster, an adrenaline rush hits me and I start getting impatient like a damn puppy waiting for their owner. I can’t sit nor stay in place. I pace back and forth between the rooms and check the windows, listening for a car to pull up or for the garage to open.

*garage opens*

Upon hearing the garage open I jump down the stairs and tumble to the door. Without a moment's rest I open the garage door and rip open the car door just to hold her.

“Welcome home babe, I’ve missed you”

“Aww was the poor baby scared and sad that I was gone? You always overreact when I’m gone for a while and you act like a puppy when I return.”

She isn’t wrong, I hate being alone and when she returns I get so hyper and can never wait. We joke around for a while and I ask her, “how was your day,” while I take off her shoes and remove her coat.

As we eat dinner I say, “Hey babe what do you feel like doing tonight? I know you must be tired from work so I’ll let you decide what we do tonight.”

“Can we watch some tv and talk while you play with my hair until I fall asleep?” She said while throwing her vegetables on my plate.

“Of course, your wish is my command. And eat your veggie love, they are good for you.”

“Eww no, veggies are gross and I command you to not make me eat those atrocities.”

“Nope, that’s the only command that I won’t follow. Come on love, eat your veggies while I go get your shower ready.”

I get up from the dinner table to go turn on the shower, knowing damn well that she’s gonna throw away her vegetables.

We take a quick shower together while I chew off her ear (literally and metaphorically) for throwing her veggies away. After our shower we get into bed and play our nightly show of spy x family. After our show ends we move in closer to each other to cuddle and talk about the near future while I play with her hair.

“So are kids still part of our plan?” I say while rubbing her stomach.

“Babe I promised to give you more remember? So yes they are still part of the plan but just not now, in a year or two.”

“Another year???? That’s too long of a wait for me.”

She sighs and says, “babe you're just really impatient. Besides if we have a kid now our fun nights will be harder and if not, impossible to do. Are you ready to stop all that?”

“Sorta,” I say, not sounding so sure.

“Come on silly, let's go to bed, we gotta wake up early tomorrow.”

I gently grab her face and kiss her. “Can’t we please sleep in tonight? We have nothing to do tomorrow morning anyways.”

she said, “Sure babe,” as she tried to recover from my surprise attack.

I pull her closer to the point that I can hear her heart beating and feel her breath on my neck. Right before we fall asleep in each other's arms I say the final words of the night.

“Happy anniversary Trinity, I love you and I always will until time stops. Don’t ever listen to anyone that tells you otherwise because I would do anything for you if it meant I could stay with you. Goodnight babe, I love you.”

Date: August 31th

Time: 11:44

[erodasfishtacos]

ST. PAUL

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warnings: smut, daddy kink, 18+

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Harry loves being the center of attention.

It’s really no surprise at this point that he enjoys when tens of thousands of people are watching him perform.

He also secretly loves that people love his wife as well. He swore sometimes he thinks his wife is more popular than him during tour.

YN was didn’t come out from backstage to stand and watch the show right away like she usually did - she was working through some merch issues with Jeff.

Harry noticed that the fans were continuously looking back to where his wife would usually stand for the show.

Between one of the sets, Harry goes about ready some of the posters that fans have brought and he huffs out a faux affronted remark as he reads one out loud.

“I’m only here for your hot wife.”

He jokingly glares at the fan as the crowds laughs, “M’gonna have t’have a talk with security about these posters! Y’hitting on m’wife in front me! She’s not even out here, tough luck mate.”

Then he shimmies away as another song comes on.

A few minutes later, a sign pops up that says, “I want to taste YN’s watermelon sugar.”

Harry gives the person holding the sign a look of disbelief and shakes his head in disapproval at the poster before turning away.

“Should I text him?”

Harry reads from a fan’s board, he holds up his left hand and wriggles his ring finger that is donned in his wedding band, “Y’asking the wrong person, love. I’ve been locked down f’eleven years, don’t know much about the new age of dating!”

He goes on to say, “My only advice is if he’s playing games - don’t do it. Trash, trash, trash. Not for you.”

When YN finally arrives to her usual spot, everyone tries to get a glimpse from where they’re at. It was a thing, everyone wants to not only get a glimpse of Harry Styles’ wife but also her outfit.

There were hundreds of instagram accounts now dedicated to their matching tour outfits.

The short dress she was wearing was made of the same material and color as his shirt *** and she looked stunning as always.

The singer notices all of the attention dart to the side of the arena, where he also spots his beautiful wife smiling with Glenne as they go to their usual spot.

When She ends, Harry walks down the catwalk with a exaggerated pout on his face, giving his wife a pointed look, “I just want to remind everyone, this show’s about me! I’m quite the narcissist so I know m’wife is gorgeous but we’re here f’me!”

The crowd erupts in laughter and playful ‘boos’ as a dimply smile spreads on his face as he adjust his in-ears.

YN bites the inside of her lip, holding back her own giggles at her husband’s boyish antics before she joins along in the boos.

“Alright, alright, no booing me now,” Harry titters like the comedian he is, “Just remindin’ y’who this is all about. Me! But let’s give a round of applause to m’wife who deals with the narcissism on a daily basis!”

The arena does so, thousands of fans capturing their interaction on their phones for people to coo over later.

YN rolls her eyes, laughing at some Glenne says before and then Harry is starting his next song with a few glances over to her until they meet eyes and he blows her a kiss which she returns.

And then a poster pops up in the pit that Harry knows he has to snag - gets a brilliant idea so he asks the fan to pass it forward.

He props his mic back into its stand before turning the poster around and showing it to his wife on the side.

“Show us your tits, respectfully.”

YN flips him off with a giggle before teasing at the collar of her dress which makes Harry’s jaw drop dramatically and he gives her a surprised look before shaking his head. ***

“Don’t y’dare flash the goods! I’m just jokin’ around, this is a family show….” He pauses before prompting the crowd, “Or is it?”

As he performs Lights Up, YN steps forward to the barricade to call over one of the fan who is awestruck as she stumbles over to YN.

“Could I borrow your sign?” YN asks the fan - who was dressed in a sequined suit that looked amazing and she had to compliment her on that too.

“Uh…yeah. He-here,” The girl stutters nervously, passing over the posterboard with shaky hands at meeting YN.

She was sooooo pretty up close, smelled like chanel number five, and smiled warmly enough to make the fan feel comfort.

“Thanks, I’ll give it right back,” YN assures her, stepping back over to Glenne, they giggle together before YN holds it over her head.

“Choke Me Daddy.”

Harry spots it in a mere minute, reading it over and unable to hide the moody, dark expression that flashes across his face before he covers it up by looking elsewhere.

Just the reaction she wanted.

Harry stay away from that side of the stage for a little, YN knows it’s to prevent a very public boner from her behavior.

YN hands it back, agrees to take a few pictures with the girl and her friends before they go back to enjoy the concert.

-

The girl who lent her the sign goes on to make tiktoks about the meeting.

“She was super nice and giggly.”

“She let us take a ton of selfies.”

“When she held it up, Harry like instantly got pissed or turned on or something because he gave her this look and it was intense.”

“Harry was staring at her like the whole concert after she held up that sign.”

“It seemed like YN was purposefully ignoring his signals to make him even more annoyed.”

“Her ring was so pretty.”

“I couldn’t tell who was more attractive, Harry or YN, I think they’re literally the hottest couple alive.”

-

When the concert ends, Harry bolts off stage - waving and blowing kisses to his adoring fans before disappearing into the back.

YN is waiting patiently by the entry, where she usually was, her stomach was tight and bracing for her husband’s reaction.

She wanted to play.

They both knew it.

Hell, the whole arena had known she wanted it.

And to her absolute disappointment, Harry arrives back stage and pulls her into a tight hug. He pulls back gently to kiss her with his large palm cupping her face.

“Hi baby, m’exhuasted. I’ll shower at the hotel,” Harry rasps, peppering a few more soft kisses before intertwining their fingers.

YN has to hide her disappointment that it wasn’t Harry coming back stage, shoving her into his dressing room, and giving it to her hard for the sign she held up.

Nope, during the ride to the hotel, he was cuddly and like a puppy - whining until YN massaged his neck and allowed him to lay his head in her lap.

He doesn’t bring up the sign, just relaxes quietly until they get to the hotel and then just grabs her hand to lead her to their room.

YN tries to settle down the itchy arousal in her belly when Harry goes to shower.

She changes out of her dress into one of Harry’s shirts and goes about folding and organizing both of their suitcases.

After the shower stops, YN hears Harry moves around for a moment until he’s opening the bathroom door.

“Do you want to order room service? I’m star-“

She’s cut off when her husband’s hand reaches down and intertwines into her hair - gentle by firmly pulling her to stand by it and tugging her back into his hard chest.

“Harr-“

“I don’t think so, baby. I think s’daddy, yeah?” Harry hisses against the shell of her ear, “Do y’think I’d forget about y’holding up a sign that said choke me daddy?”

It’s easy for her to slip in a fuzzier, submissive state because she knows her husband will keep her safe and always take care of her.

“You showed that sign fir-“ YN begins to argue back but Harry pulls at her hair to silence her.

“Y’want t’argue or do you want t’be a good girl f’daddy?” Harry asks lowly, his voice threaten and void of any of his normal warmth, “I think ten is a good number, hm? Ten t’your arse?”

“But-“ YN loved to push him, she wanted those ten but she also liked to rile Harry up which was even better when he was adrenaline high from a show.

“Say ‘yes daddy’ or I’ll add five,” He warns, his voice had a delicious rasp from singing and he wraps his hand into her thong and rips it - making her yelp as the elastic snaps against her skin.

YN’s heart is pounding out of her chest, usually she was the one who took Harry by surprise - not the other way around.

Her skin was aching already from the brush burn of the fabric being torn from her sensitive skin, scalp pulsing from the tension on her hair.

“You were so obvious on stage, H. Once I held up that sign, your face gave everything away - that you’re so easy f’me - it’s embarrassing. I’ve been locked down for eleven years,” She imitates his accent in a bratty bite.

Harry snaps, nearly picking her up as he manhandles her over to the large hotel bed and she finds herself on her belly with Harry landing a hard slap to her right cheek.

“Y’think you’re s’fuckin’ cute? Don’t act like it doesn’t get y’soaked seeing all those fans cry f’me and I come home t’you,” He chuckles meanly, “And y’want to call me desperate? Look in the mirror, love.”

YN wriggles a bit but doesn’t have much time before the second and third hit with his rings still on - making it hurt even more.

“Count f’me, sweetheart,” Harry hums, thumbing open her cheeks to lean down and teasing lick her tighter entrance before letting go to land the fourth one.

“F-four,” She chokes out, feeling herself drip onto the sheets and her nipples tighten against the cotton fabric of the shirt she still has on.

“Four what.”

The air in the room is thick, humid as she mumbles against the pillows, “Four daddy.”

“Louder.”

“Four, s’four daddy,” YN moans, tacking on the fifth to her words when he lands on her left cheek and she can tell how sore she’ll be in the morning already.

“Gonna give me fifteen, baby? Or are y’done?” His voice is cautious, checking in to see where she’s at - if they add five more that means she really wants to play. If he stops at five, they both know that means she only wanted to be roughed up a little bit for the night.

“More, please.” YN gasps, shaking her bum in his face before it’s caught with the hardest hit yet and she yelps in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

After they reach fifteen, Harry is flipping her on her back and tugging her shirt off until her breasts spill out and he tugs roughly at a nipple.

“Daddy, please, please,” She whines, her thighs were damp and she was absolutely pulsating for his touch on her.

“I think I deserve an apology f’your behavior tonight,” He whispers against her puffy lips, his cock slipping against her mound lazily, “Desperate f’me even in front of tens of thousands of people. It’s quite cute, darling.”

“Fuck me, fuck me,” YN presses her lips to his eagerly, moaning when he slips between her folds and his tip bumps against her clit.

“Y’have no fuckin’ manners, pet. I think I’ve spoiled y’too much,” Harry admonishes with faux disappoint, pulling back until their centers aren’t touching and landing a smack to her mound.

Then he’s reaching down to thumb at her bud with a relentless pleasure but as soon as she starts to lift her hips into the feeling - he pulls away and tucks two fingers up inside her - repeats that quite a few times.

She felt like she was on fire, she needed him so badly that she wasn’t able to take much more of the teasing.

They usually played for longer, hours sometimes but on tour - it was hard to, both of them bone-tired and knowing they have to get up early and do it again tomorrow.

Harry knows his wife like the back of his hand, knows when she needs more and when she’s hit her limit for the night.

When he sees hot, fat tears spilling from the corner of her eyes, lips full and swollen, and she’s mewling, “Daddy.”

He knows she’s nearly at her limit, he slips inside her with no resistance and has to push for a moment because it feels that euphoric.

“Baby, fuck. Always feel s’fuckin’ good. This body was made f’me, yeah? S’addicitng, s’warm and tight,” Harry praises his wife, kissing her before tugging on her bottom lip with his teeth.

“S’for you, all of it. Ha-Daddy, I’m so close already, do it - c’mon,” She begs, legs wrapping around his narrow waist and pressing her heels into his bum.

They both know what she wants but he wants to hear her say it.

“C’mon, tell me. Say it and I’ll give it t’you,” He rumbles as he thrusts in with loud, smacking noises echoing through the room.

She blinks up at him with twinkling doe eyes, a small smirk on the side of her lips, as she says in a kittenish voice, “Choke me, daddy.”

And like that, his hand is collaring her throat and lightly pressing down until her breathe catches in her throat.

“Come f’me, m’desperate lil’ thing. All those people with those nasty signs and all I can think about it y’perfect cunt,” He murmurs in her ears, pressing just a bit more and then just like clockwork - she tenses and begins to come and he lightens his grip and releases when he follows soon after her.

-

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[deceitful-darlings]

🌼 Yandere Big Daddy headcanons from game BioShock, pleaseeee

I did see this exact ask on another blog in my travels, but since they said they don’t write for Bioshock my heart attack ceased and I’m happy to answer! Just know I’ve never played the games before so any lore inconsistencies are down to me being an idiot!

Big Daddies are literally the perfect template for being protective yanderes, because that’s literally what they’re programmed to do. They’re warped knights, defenders, and that trait gets imprinted on anything that is able to break through their conditioning in some way, shape, or form.

With the original ones/later models, they’re able to discern more between threats and non-threats, so there’s more chance of being registered to them as a non-threatening entity that they don’t need to care or worry about.

Most of what they do is through conditioning and for the sake of the little sisters, so winning over the Little Sisters would be necessary. How were you supposed to know that protecting a weird little girl from a Splicer would end up with you being in this situation?!

Protecting her had been a natural instinct, even if she was a Little Sister, she was still a normal girl once, and seeing such an idealised world, she saw you as another knight to keep them safe, you don’t look like Mr. Bubbles! You don’t look exactly like a party guest either, you’re pretty and shiny!

When she grabs yours hand you’re surprised, she isn’t running away from you or scared. Instead, she drags you along with her while she harvests ADAM. She hasn’t had a new friend in ages, the angels are too busy to play with her, but you’re different!

And you just can’t say no, even with how weird she is. She isn’t normal, she harvests ADAM from corpses and laughs while she does it, but a part of you can’t help but feel sorry for her as she skips around the broken world of Rapture. So, you follow her as she wants, keeping the Splicers away from her as she...plays.

Coming across the Big Daddy is terrifying, he’s a hulking great machine/human hybrid after all. But he doesn’t attack you, simply lifts the Little Sister onto his shoulder and turns to leave. But he stops when the Little Sister starts crying.

“No, Mr. B! Don’t leave Shiny behind!”

Perhaps it’s similar to the way they can break out of their conditioning with the world in times of stress, but there’s something in her mind that doesn’t want to let you go, be it the more buried child who’s lonely, or the Little Sister liking her new friend, but her distress triggers the Big Daddy.

They’re built to protect the Sisters, and he can tell you leaving is what’s causing her some form of pain. He can’t let her be sad, so as you’re preparing to walk away you find a hand wrapping around your torso, hiking you onto his other shoulder. You’re not a Little Sister, he can tell that, but they all work as a hivemind. The other Little Sisters come to like you too, meaning that every Big Daddy will work together to make sure you’re protected from any and all things that could cause you to be hurt.

The programming soon twists slightly because of the situation, reasoning soon doesn’t matter because only their purpose does, it fades away because like most things they don’t need to remember the reasoning behind what they’re doing. They don’t just protect the Little Sisters now, they protect you.

With the Alpha series things are a little different, there’s no chance of getting close to them later due to the loss of their specific Little Sister making them shut down or go mad. But that in itself is an opportunity.

Of course, when this was discovered by the scientists, it caused issues with the Big Daddies who’d lost their Little Sisters being overly aggressive, making them difficult to contain, and to continue their research and to stop these rouge Big Daddies drawing too much attention they need to be dealt with.

So they branch off into other experiments to help with containment, of course people die and get ripped to shreds by the Big Daddies, but you, sold off to Fontaine Futuristics by your asshole landlord when you couldn’t afford your rent to ‘pay off your debt’, are the first to actually work.

It took a lot of trial and error, but for you they’re able to create a pheromone mimic, it doesn’t work on Little Sisters, it blocks their ability to create ADAM, but for you it makes it so that for a Big Daddy without their Little Sister, you smell like the Sister they lost. Of course, this makes them extremely protective over you because of their slip into madness, they can’t risk losing the scent of their Sister again. Anything that breathes in a 10 mile radius of you is dead.

[allywritesforfun]

hey i really enjoyed your nightly routine post with wilbur? i was wondering if you could do something similar but in the morning instead?

awe my love! I'm glad that you enjoyed the nightly the routine... here is the morning routine!

{Morning Routine} Wilbur Soot x Reader

summary: you and wilbur made a nightly routine video that blew up more than you have thought, so now its time to do a morning routine!

pronouns: not mentioned

word count: 2280

trigger warnings: swearing, mention of a knife for going chop chop, this was too cute for even me to handle and it came from my hands

a/n: my god is this long! I really got carried away. I could've made this into two parts but whatevs

a/n pt 2: takes place after the “Nightly Routines” but not directly connected 

regular masterlist

wilbur masterlist

You deeply groaned as you fluttered your eyes open. This was not a great time to wake up. You really wanted another hour of sleep, but you knew you had work to get done today.

You looked behind you. You smiled at the sight of Wilbur in his sweet slumber, his arm lazily draped over your waist. Wilbur very much loved to be in bed with you. If he could, he would spend all day there, just you in his arms and some soft lofi in the background. 

That was something very rare to get. Being a streamer and musician, Wilbur was busy almost all the time and rarely took a day off. Mornings and nights were dedicated to you. However, there were times that you would stream with him, or stop by the office to give him food, but nothing was compared to waking up with him.

“Oh shit,” You whispered, “We’re supposed to do morning vlog today.”

You looked around for Wilbur’s camera, which was no where to be found. You settled on stretching over to nightstand and unplugging your phone. You looked back at Wilbur to make sure he was still sleeping. You could tell he was by the gentle raise and fall of his chest and subtle “Ah-woo”. You just knew that was the perfect way to start the vlog. You recored him for about ten seconds of him doing his ‘not really a snore but definitely something’ and giggled almost the whole way through.

You would think that after living with him for two months and the multiple sleepovers that you’ve had with him, that you would be used to it by now. But even today you still giggled just like you did when you first woke up with him. 

You snuck yourself out of bed and made your way to the kitchen. Once arrived you did the intro, “Good morning chat! It is currently about 6:30 in the morning, and as you realize, I am the only one awake. As you saw, Wilbur is still sound asleep and that how it is every morning. So we’re going to vlog our morning routine today, which I promise is way more interesting than the nightly routine vlog. So, Wilbur is literally the best person ever and deserves the world. And his world, besides me of course, is his morning coffee. So I’m going to use our Keurig to get his coffee started.” 

You stopped the recording and decided to get some of your creativity out. You weren’t musical like Wilbur and can't draw for shit, so videography was your way of being creative. You set your phone the in the corner and opened up the blind to let a little bit of light through. It still looked basic so you moved your plant to the background, which added the perfect look. You started brewing and hit record. 

While that was going, you measured out the creamer and syrup and grabbed your sippy cup for your chocolate milk. No judgement here. We all know chocolate milk tastes better in sippy cups. 

The brew came to a slow stop and you grabbed the camera, “Wasn't that a satisfactory angle chat? Now, I am more of an iced coffee person, so in the morning I have water or chocolate milk, and today is definitely a chocolate milk day.” You raised your cup to the camera and fake ‘clinked’ it, cutting the recording when it was closest to the camera. You finished up making Wilbur’s coffee and set it on the living room table. 

You looked at the time, 6:50 am, now was a good time to get Wilbur up. You always let his coffee sit out for a little bit, that way he could drink it the second that he woke up. You threw some napkins under your drinks and moved another plant over there. You wanted your place to look aesthetically pleasing, even if it was a little bit staged. You did a transition with your cup, this time now on the table.

“Okay chat, we all now mr. simpbur is a snuggler so we don't have breakfast in the kitchen, instead we share on the couch, that way we can get all of our snuggles in before he has to leave for the office. I have everything set up, normally I would prepare breakfast too, but I feel like cooking with Wilbur this morning. We’ll do this about once a week for some bonding time, so let's go get him up,” You decided to keep recording, just in case Wilbur woke up from your loss of presence. 

You creaked the door open, Wilbur was still asleep. He adjusted his body for that he was hugging a pillow, who you assumed was your replacement. You laid down next to him and just took a moment to admire him. It was moments like this that you forgot that you were internet personalities. This was you. This was Wilbur. Both of you living your life without needing to exaggerate yourself. This was Wilbur at his purest form. He was all relaxed, not even aware that he was being recorded.

You scooted closer to him and intertwined your legs with him. You brushed his bangs with the back of your hands and gently placed your lips on your forehead. He stirred a little bit, but not enough to wake him up. You took the pillow from him and wrapped your body around his, “Wilbur, my love, it's about seven, you need to get up.”

You could tell he woke up by him pulling you closer and burying his head only you neck. You gently massaged his head and twirled his curls between your fingers, “Come on Will, I got your coffee made already. We need to start breakfast.”

He shook his head and kissed your shoulder, “Mine.”

You laughed, “Yes Will, and ‘yours’ is hungry, let’s get up and eat.”

He slowly nodded and pulled you closer, “Mmmm... I love you.”

“I love you too, simpbur.”

He snapped his head up at the nickname and saw the camera, “Fuck-that’s today?”

You giggled and detached yourself from, “Say good morning to chat.”

He shook his head and buried it in his pillow out of embarrassment. You stop recording and put your phone on the stand. Just seeing Wilbur all flustered was enough to make you go back to bed. You laid back down with him and pulled him on top of you.

“We’re gonna have to re-record that part,” Wilbur mentioned.

You rubbed his cheek with your thumb, which he happily leaned into, “No bubs, we gotta keep it in. It was a very cute moment.”

He shook his head aggressively, “No! That was embarrassing!”

“Too bad, it’s on my phone so I get to chose what goes in.”

He huffed and grabbed your hand, accepting defeat, “You said you made my coffee?”

You two got up and sat down on the couch. Wilbur took you into his arms the second he took his first sip, his personal way of saying ‘thank you, you’re the best person to ever exist’. 

“What are you feeling for breakfast?” You asked.

“You,” Wilbur joked, kissing your temple. 

You gently pushed him, “No actually, I really want yogurt, so pick something that goes well with that.”

“Can we just make a fruit plate?”

You excitedly nodded, if it wasn't for Wilbur, you would not be eating healthy. He really made sure that you were going to live as long as he did. Neither of you could live without the other. If something crazy didn't happen to you, you were going to die from a broken heart.

Wilbur grabbed your phone and started recording, “So um, good morning chat, I’ve had some coffee and more awake now. What you just saw- no you fucking didn't. We’re on the sofa right now and we decided on a fruit plate with yogurt this morning, trying to be a little healthier considering we had ice cream at one am last night. So we’re gonna make that off camera, because if you guys get us to six million subs, we’ll do a cooking stream!”

“Oh we are now?” You questioned. “I was never told about this.”

Wilbur laughed and kissed your temple, “Well you know now, that's good enough innit?”

You shook your head and placed your hand over the camera, Wilbur stopped the recording. You go the fruit out while Wilbur prepared the sink for rinsing and knives for chopping. 

You made the plate look all nice and took it back to the couch. Wilbur placed his arm back over you and grabbed the remote with is free hand while you centered your phone.

“Okay chat, we’re gonna eat and watch tv for a bit, then you're gonna get ready with us. Wilbur has a test shoot at the office today, so we gotta make him look all pretty and obviously personal hygiene is a must... so yeah, brb.”

You two set up another game show to watch, it sorta became your go to show. Especially because there was no storyline and you could talk when you wanted. This was a pretty chill morning, you two enjoyed each other's presence. 

When you finished up, Wilbur took the dishes and you went to the bathroom and cleaned up a little bit. You heard Wilbur go into his closet, so you started recording, “Okay chat, last thing we do before he leaves is actually get ready. Wilbur is getting changed right now so I’m gonna brush my hair out. I can get a little aggressive with the snarls and Wilbur always thinks I'm ripping my hair out so I always do it when he's not around to make sure he doesn't get worried.”

You set the phone in the corner and set it up to record a time lapse. You heard off in distance some light pop type of music, so you knew that Wilbur got his speaker out.

“Are you playing copyrighted music?” You called.

“It’s released Lovejoy!”

You smiled, you always got giddy seeing how happy Wilbur was able to make himself with his own music. You set your brush down and started to wet your toothbrush, Wilbur slid into frame, already jamming out to his own music.

You covered your mouth with your hand stifled your laughter. Wilbur laughed with you and tugged on your waist, trying to get you to dance with him. You aggressively shook your head no, you hated dancing. You would think by now that you would be used to Wilbur and his random dance breaks, but you never came around. 

You looked down in shame as Wilbur attempted to get you to spin around. Once you made it clear that you were not in the mood to dance, Wilbur turned down the music and waddle over to the counter.

You grabbed the camera, “If someone wants a very tall British man, you can come get him. Warning: not fun dance outbreaks.”

“Oh come on now, y/n!” Wilbur wrapped his arms around your waist and placed his head on yours, “Stop pretending like you don't like to dance.” “You know I hate dancing,” You reminded him.

“Well chat, apparently I’m not allowed to have any fun in the morning? But anyway, that was a joke, but- we do really have to get ready. Should we do this Disney Channel style?”

You laughed and shook your head, “No, I think I just want to make sure you don't miss your meeting.”

“That’s at nine! We have time! Please let me have fun with you! It’s going to be such a stressful day!” He pouted with the cutest puppy dogs eyes.

There was no way that you could say no to him, “Alright, what fun we having?”

Wilbur said nothing and prepared his toothbrush like yours, “Last one to finish brushing their teeth has to do the dishes tonight.”

You hated dishes. You were winning this one. You didn't even wait for a countdown. You instantly grabbed your toothbrush and turned on the water with lightening speed. 

“What?!” Wilbur yelled. “That’s not fair!”

You did your best to bump him away, but it literally did nothing. Both of you were laughing very hard but Wilbur quickly caught up. You both fought with your hands, trying to cup a decent amount water. You both managed to get the water into your mouth and you turned to face Wilbur, it came down to who could rinse the fastest. You two just stared at each other, wishing the water around. You were dead serious. You were not doing the dishes tonight. Wilbur kept flaunting his hands around trying get himself to go faster, which ended up in him completely breaking out in laughter and spitting all over your face. It took you by surprise and all that you could you do was laugh to yourself, you eventually spit the water out in the sink, raising your hands in victory. 

“I am so sorry, love!” Wilbur took your hand and guided you into his arms, gently running his hand up and down your back, “I didn't think that would be that hilarious.” “It’s okay,” You laughed and looked back in the mirror. You were completely drenched shoulder up, “It was fun. Better to happen to me than you, you look really nice today for the shoot.” “Thank you,” Wilbur blushed and turned you around, “I think that is enough recording for today. All that we have left to do is leave so... thank you for watching! Subscribe now and remember, cooking stream at six mil! Bye guys!”

[mozzarella-stickz]

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy: Klitz x F! Original Character

Summary: Klitz, Annie, and Eli have a sleepover. When Eli falls asleep, Klitz and Annie talk.

Warnings: some NSFW themes (talks of masturbation, Eli making horrible sexual jokes)

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“Hey Annie Bananie!”

“Eli, it’s been years, you can stop calling me that!”

Annie rolled her eyes, letting Eli and Klitz into her house. Ever since she had been friends with the boys, Eli insisted on that stupid nickname.

“Hey, Annie,” Klitz said with a soft voice and a smirk that made her half-melt. “What’s your game plan for tonight?”

“Well, Matt called me a minute ago saying he and Danielle were going out tonight, which is fine, so he won’t make it. I guess we can order some pizza, maybe watch a movie or two, and chill?”

“Sounds good.”

“How come Matt’s allowed to skip!” Eli whined. “Last time I had to leave early you threatened to rip my spine out.”

“Matt has other priorities,” Annie responded with an eye roll. “Your only other priority is your right hand.”

Eli huffed and Annie walked past him in the doorway, heading towards her bedroom.

“I’ll be right back. I hate wearing jeans for longer than necessary.”

As soon as Eli heard the door to Annie’s room close, he spoke up to Klitz.

“You have to tell her tonight,” Eli told him. “Because if you don’t, I might.”

“Really, dude?”

“I mean it. I see the way she looks at you. Did you not see her get all blushy when you said hi?”

“I just thought she was excited.”

“Yeah, she was practically creaming her panties.”

“Dude, that’s disgusting.”

Eli shrugged.

“All I’m saying is, go get her. You’ll never know until you try.”

Annie’s door opened, and she rushed to the top of the stairs.

“Hey guys, sorry!” she exclaimed, emerging in an over-sized Star Wars t-shirt and a pair of pajama shorts. Klitz’s face went red. That was 100% his shirt he had left the last time they had hung out.

“Hey Annie?” Eli spoke up with a mischievous smile. “Isn’t that Klitzy’s shirt?”

Both Annie and Klitz went tomato red.

“Ummm…maybe?” she laughed nervously. “I just thought…I wear baggy shirts…it was mine?”

“Mhm, right.”

“Whatever. You don’t mind, right Klitzy?”

Klitz shook his head no, his brain about to explode. She was literally wearing his shirt. He slept in that shirt, went to school in that shirt, masturbated to the thought of her while wearing that shirt.

“Who’s ready for pizza!“ Annie exclaimed as she rushed down the stairs, eager to get out of the conversation.

Klitz let out a sigh, it was going to be a long night.

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Hours later, the pizza had been eaten, they had already watched both Ferris Bueller’s Day Off and The Breakfast Club, and Eli had passed out on the floor, his Vivid Video hat over his face, still clutching the remote.

“He looks so peaceful when he’s not being fucking annoying,” Annie said with a laugh. “Too peaceful. I wanna kick him.”

“You and me both,” Klitz said with an awkward chuckle.

“Whenever he sees us together he always makes fun of how my face grows red and it looks like I wanna kiss you.”

Klitz went red, and his heart sank. Annie had said it in a way that made her seem disgusted with even the idea of kissing him. He should have known someone as pretty, smart, and funny would never fall for a guy like him.

“Really?” Klitz tried to play off like it was some funny joke.

“Yeah…I mean he isn’t wrong…but..”

Annie let out an awkward little smile and chuckle before she groaned. She stood up from the couch.

“I made this awkward. I’ll-I’ll go to bed. I didn’t mean to…”

Klitz stood up from the couch, placing his hands gently on her waist. He looked down at her with admiration, before kissing her gently. Annie was taken aback for a moment, before returning the kiss. He tasted like pepperoni and Diet Coke, which honestly, didn’t taste too bad. Klitz pulled away with a smile.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for so long,” he admitted, tucking a strand of Annie’s hair behind her ears.

“Really?”

“I thought it was so obvious.”

“I thought I was being obvious! I’m wearing your shirt for God’s sa-“

“So you did know it was mine.”

Annie flushed again, and hid her head in her hands. Klitz pulled her out of her self-made shell gently.

“Keep it,” he said, kissing her forehead. “It looks better on you.”

“Finally!”

Annie and Klitz both jumped back in shock as Eli pulled his hat off his face, jumping up from his cocoon of blankets on the floor.

“Eli!“ they both yelled in unison.

“You guys finally fucking made out!“ he said excitedly. “My work is done!”

“You are such a jerk!” Annie yelled, yanking his hat from his hands and smacking him with it.

“Ow!”

Klitz watched as his two friends fought, smiling gently. Despite the annoyance he felt at Eli for interrupting and watching him and Annie’s whole interaction, he was glad to have kissed her at least once. Once Eli had finally apologized, Annie sat back on the couch with Klitz.

“So,” she said, slowly. “Klitz? Would you um…would you want to go out with me?”

It was like a million fireworks had suddenly exploded in his heart. A chance with his dream girl?

“S-sure,” he said with a thick swallow.

Annie leaned back into the couch with a smile, resting her head on Klitz’s shoulder. Despite the awkwardness of the night, she was glad to finally have the chance with the guy she’d wanted for so long.