Everything we know about Project Apple (and, by extension, Anya's past) thus far
thought i'd compile all of that now while endo's on break Just In Case the next chapter happens to start anya's backstory (i don't Think it will but endo likes surprising us LSDFKLFS)
important disclaimer that project apple and the organization in charge of anya's experiments have not been confirmed to be related! there's evidence that they have things in common, in particular employees, but that's our only real connection between the two thus far. still! worth looking into
more under the cut!
so, starting very strongly with the very first mention of anything related to the project: anya's introduction in chapter 1
despite her being a main character, we know very little about her past at the moment, and this little blurb at the beginning makes up a very big portion of what we know.
things to note here:
as an experiment, her name was "Test Subject 007". important to note that the notation differs between her and bond: she was Test Subject 007, bond was Subject 8, no zeroes in there;
she had been made thus by accident, the phrasing itself implying quite heavily that she was just a normal child before said accident (but this is the translation! i don't know japanese so i can't cross-reference with the raws to clarify if the phrasing changes anything, but the fanbook uses the word "gained" to describe her powers too);
because her mind-reading is an unintended consequence, that means the scientists were presumably not, at least initially, trying to achieve cognitive enhancements in humans, and were instead trying to achieve something else, whatever that might've been;
she escaped from the facility and then moved from institution to institution, looking for a family.
so, crucially, through this little introduction we learn that there is an organization, government-funded or otherwise, that is or was conducting human experiments for unknown purposes. we also learn that whatever family anya had prior to being involved in the experiments is more than likely unreachable, at least as far as she knows, and so she has settled for finding a new family to take care of her instead.
in terms of the facility itself, here we see they clearly drilled it into her that she can't ever reveal her secret (and the darn plush is there too -- in the anime it's even more emphasized, as you can see in the gif i made)
through her reminiscing though, we get our very first look at the scientists that were in charge of her! they're in the gif above but here they are in the manga too. it's so interesting that the anime actually shows their eyes behind the glasses though, fascinating choice.
the insistence on world peace is important, as it explains her own personal obsession with it and shows that it's not just because of twilight's own focus on preserving the peace. i also don't think twilight ever really talks about "world peace," only about "preserving the current peace between westalis and ostania" -- anya seems to be the only one talking about WORLD peace (even in the very first scene where either of them mention it in proximity to each other in ch 1, loid says "understanding the other party is the first step towards peace" and anya's interpretation is "understanding me makes world peace?") but take this with a grain of salt because i might be wrong! going through every single mention of peace in the story just to fact check this one little trivia fact is a bit much i think so i'm not doing it JSDFKLSD
but yes
remember mr hair strand and baldy, we'll see them again. not her though, ig she wasn't in charge of bond
now, fast-forwarding to chapter 19, we finally get a name and a premise for the experiments:
"but oana," you might say, "this is talking about animals only! how do we know it's the same project as anya's, which involved human experimentation?"
i don't think it is, is the thing! i think it's related to the experiments anya was a part of, which is evidenced by the same scientists being featured in project apple too, but there's more going on that we don't know about. there wouldn't be such adamancy on keeping the two separate in every official mention of them if they were just the same thing, imo!
back to the evidence, we learn that the project, conducted and funded by the previous ostanian regime (meaning donovan's related to it one way or another, since he was prime minister), was marked by franticness and desperation -- a prime place for accidents like anya's telepathy and bond's future vision.
we also learn that the project was sacked by the new administration and that the former test subjects ended up on the black market.
(this makes it very important, imo, to learn when anya escaped the facility vs. when the project was sacked. it's clearly no longer in function, but while we've heard nothing from them thus far, i'm willing to bet the shady dealings around the desmond group are NOT related to the war, as W.I.S.E. has been led to believe, but rather to reignite project apple. that is speculation however so i'm going to refrain from theorising much on why the desmond group is focused on acquiring pharmaceutical companies!!)
ok speculation tangent over, back on track
so, that's already a decent amount of info! but moving to chapter 22, when bond is finally home, and we finally see some familiar faces
behold! baldy and mr hair strand!
and 2 other guys we don't know but will see again in another bond flashback!
that's 2 out of the 3 scientists we've seen thus far from anya's own time as subject 007, confirming that there IS a connection between anya and bond's experiments, regardless of whatever the project anya was a part of might've been named.
this is also the chapter in which we learn that bond himself was subject 8 (or, if we take it from the fanbook, subject #8. still, diff notation from anya!)
in chapter 31, we learn an interesting tiny piece of trivia. we don't get any further info on it, but it IS mentioned as something that is known by W.I.S.E.:
ostania is rumoured to have done human experimentation! and W.I.S.E., and by extension loid, are aware of that.
do i know how them knowing may be important later? not really!
the next droplet of info we get is in chapter 40. we see that project apple had collaborators that are still functioning unhindered.
of course, born industries is only rumoured to have been involved with project apple, but regardless of whether or not they actually were, the rumour itself implies that the project likely pulled scientists from various other companies' R&D departments.
(this makes the desmond group's acquisition of glooman pharmaceuticals shadier, but anyway)
as a side note, twilight is emoting so much at just his wrong assumption that bond is seeking revenge against the scientists. imagine how he's going to react when he finds out about anya JKSDFKLFSD
and now aaaaall the way in chapter 58, we see the bald guy who anya also knows, the two scientists from bond's previous flashback, and one whole new guy!
and thus ends our current knowledge of it all!
the only other thing worth discussing is anya's knowledge of classical language
but plenty people have already discussed these scenes, especially recently, so here are some links: 1 | 2 | 3
the only thing i can add is that i'm fairly certain that classical language is a lot more likely to be latin than old english, because it's a very common language to learn in school (in europe at least, and ostania is based on east germany so it makes sense to me. i learned mandatory latin in school for a few good years too, even if i wasn't that good at it lol) and because one of the most common modern usages of latin are in medicine and science, it would make sense that she'd be better at it due to exposure.
a possibility is also that the scientists would think in latin to conceal their thoughts from her, and that's how she ended up learning so much. she's not fluent in latin, she's just well acquainted and that cicumstance would explain the how.
BUT THAT'S SPECULATIONNN
also i don't think "ANIA" is an acronym, nor do i think anya's been misspelling her own name out of lack of knowledge. "ania" is a polish diminutive of anna and an alternate transcription of Аня, so i think it's far more likely that anya isn't ostanian or westalian than it is that her name comes from an acronym.
now,
TL;DR!
what we know about project apple (and the "mysterious organization"):
project apple was funded and conducted by what appears to have been donovan's regime and, from what W.I.S.E. knows, aimed to create highly intelligent animals for military purposes;
W.I.S.E. is aware that ostania is at the very least rumoured to have dabbled in human experimentation;
the project is presumably no longer on-going, though it is likely there are efforts behind the scenes to revive it;
it is rumoured but not confirmed that project apple had collaborating companies that are still functioning perfectly fine;
the same scientists who were in charge of bond were also in charge of anya, signalling that there is a very significant connection between project apple and the "mysterious organization;"
based on what they were telling anya, they were/are very focused on "world peace";
their experimentation methods include but likely aren't limited to electrocution.
and what we (vaguely) know about anya that relates to this:
she is at the youngest, 4 years old, and at the oldest, 5 nearing 6. we don't know her real age, all we know is she definitely lied about being 6;
she is very fixated on specifically world peace while twilight is focused on peace between ostania and westalis. the scientists are the very first we see talking about this, so it's likely their fault;
she is unreasonably well acquainted with classical language;
she has escaped the facility at LEAST 1 year ago;
and, one tidbit from the fanbook (page 29): "Anya has been reading minds for as long as she can remember," implying that her memory of a life before the lab is muddy at best and absent at worst.
that's all we know that i know of!!
if you got this far, thank you for reading :D hope any of this was interesting or sparked any theories >:] have a good day!
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CALL ME WHAT YOU WANT 𓆩♡𓆪
(strip club owner!eddie x fem!exotic dancer!hargrove!x reader)
𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐀𝐔 18+ minors LOOK THE OTHER WAY
Ch 007: Buckle Up, Baby
A night in the town with Eddie takes a spicy turn when an outfit on display catches your eyes. And what do ya know? It’s your exact measurement…
* = somewhat smut
** = smut
↳ chapters: 001, 002*, 003** , 004**, 005 , 006 , 007* , 008**, 009, 010, 011, 012* , 013**, 014**, 015, 016**, 017, 018, 019, 020*
word count: 3.5k words
disclaimers & warnings — dialogue heavy, arguing, trauma dumping again, angst, yearning, shy girl yelling at eddie (as she should), sexual tension, grinding, thigh riding, car canoodling 🫣
“She’s a black magic woman, she’s trying to make a devil out of me.”
♡
Spellbinding is the best word you can think of to describe Nocturna, a town spookier than Hawkins just 20 minutes inland. It sure lives up to its name, with the average closing time for restaurants, bars, and shops being 3:30 AM.
“This city is so cute,” you beam. “Love the late night vibe it’s got going on.”
“Right?” Eddie agrees. “If Hawkins were a Spencer’s, ‘Turna would be the back of it.”
Eds takes you to El Diablo Bar & Grill where you settle for a ‘TURNA Tossed salad’ and beer. ‘The Eddie Special’ may have left you full, but there’s no way you’d ever pass up free food.
Your boss helps himself to a couple of beers as well, both of them way too hoppy for your liking. And just as you predicted, downing two of those bad boys after smoking a shit ton of weed has its repercussions.
“Eddie, what the fuck are you doing?”
Personal space is a foreign concept for Eddie whenever he’s under the influence. Not like that’s any new information. You just didn’t expect him to be so tender, affectionately fiddling with your hair, using it as a mustache, and then attempting to braid it. You’re surprised because he actually does pretty well.
“Where’d you learn how to braid?” you ask.
“Taught myself,” he replies. “That way if Nancy ever calls out, someone at Hellfire would at least know how to do hair. Luckily I haven’t ran into that problem yet.”
“That’s really thoughtful,” you swoon as Eddie goes to braid your other side.
“I’m also learning how to curl hair,” Eddie adds. “If I could get past burning myself with the iron, that’d be great. Until then, I’ll always vouch for a traditional sock bun.”
You watch has he loops your hair around itself to secure the braid, just as he did the first one. Then comes the unpredictable. Suddenly, you’re taken aback when Eddie gives your hair a tug. Aggressively.
“Eddie!” you cry out.
He spirals into an outrageous belly laugh.
You shove Eddie away from you in a playful form of disgust, his dramatics launching him right out of his seat. Customers start to look your way. You hide your face in embarrassment.
“I think you’ve flown off the handle,” you accuse.
“No,” he denies. “Just comfortable that’s all.”
“Yeah and a bully,” you hiss, undoing your braids out of spite. He knows you’re kidding around.
“What?” Eddie questions, reeling you in via bar stool, smirk growing more and more prominent the closer you get. “You don’t like that I pull hair?”
“That’s enough, you little freak.”
Eddie stops, jokingly wincing at your harsh words. "Thought you were into freaks."
"...Shut up,” is all you can think to say.
"Come on..." he taunts, giving your side a soft pinch. “You know I'm right."
He is right.
You poke his stomach with one of your pointy fingers.
"Okay, and what if I was? Does that get you off? Mr. Know-It-All?”
Eddie clears his throat and squirms in his seat.
"No, actually,” he shakes his head, leaning into your touch. “Cuz that's just not true.”
Your eyes find each other again.
An apology lingers in the air. Eddie bites his lower lip as he stares, closing the gap between you two with a slight turn of his knee. You explore his dark irises, his wide pupils. When fixated on you, they emit what appears to be sorrow, with just a pinch of regret.
"Sometimes I'm wrong. And I fuck up,” he admits. “Whether I like to admit it or not."
Eddie chugs the remainder of his pint before slamming it.
You shrug. “Yeah. Like when you told me to get off my phone today but stayed on yours the entire time.”
Eddie chuckles away from you.
“Playing music…” you persist, leaning into him a little more. “Texting people…”
“You jealous?” he questions, tongue rolling around in his cheek.
“In your dreams,” you lie.
You’re so close to him now you can practically smell the beer. He inches closer, the front portion of his curly locks tickling the side of your face.
“In your dreams.”
Your thighs clench. In your dreams, indeed. Eddie winks at you like he knows.
“Whatever you say,” you scoff. “Freak.”
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After dinner, you and Eddie decide to walk around the shopping strip. Eddie walks closest to the street, leaving you on the innermost part of the sidewalk like a gentleman.
“So who’s Wayne? Heard you and Henry talking about him before we left.”
“He's my uncle,” Eddie answers. “Pretty much raised me since I was a kid. I owe a lot to him.”
You continue to walk. Somehow along the way, you and Eddie end up strolling with your arms around each other. He turns to ask,
“Who is Max?”
“Max?” you’re stunned to hear that name roll off his tongue. Despite him helping with her YMCA membership, you had always registered them as being worlds apart from each other. “She’s my sister.”
Eddie slowly nods in understanding.
“Her full name is Maxine,” you explain. “Max for short.”
“No wonder,” Eddie chuckles. “I always hear you mentioning a Max and have been wondering who that is.”
“You jealous?” you echo him.
He sneers, “You wish.”
You take this time to admire Eddie. His wanderlust eyes. His pronounced Cupid’s Bow. His thick, wavy locks. The tiny freckle at the crook of his neck that you were sure a lover left for him in a past life. The way his dark clothes always seem to hug him so nice. He’s breathtaking. The hottest thing you’ve ever seen.
"WHOA!" Eddie brings you back. "That's the hottest shit I've ever seen!"
There he goes again. You race after Eddie as he scampers across the street, leading you to what appears to be a lingerie-slash-sex shop. On display is a beautiful scarlet red two piece with fluffy wings behind it to match.
DEVIL WOMAN, is what the set is advertised as.
"Whew, lord," Eddie whistles, pressing his hands against the plexiglass.
He turns to you desperately.
"You can make SO many tips with this on," Eddie insists. "I'm telling you right now woman, you need to seize this opportunity."
"Are you gonna pay for it?" you joke, batting your lashes seductively.
"Sure!" Eddie exclaims. "A-anything you want tonight, you'll get."
It sounds too good to be true.
"Not you trying to spoil me..."
"Definitely me trying to spoil you,” a sneaky smirk forms across his face yet again. “Especially since I’ve been an asshole lately.”
It’s a fair bargain. Not like you can deny it either.
You two shake hands, deal, and make your merry way inside Madame Sédutrice’s Love Boutique.
Time to make his pockets — and heart — hurt.
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It fits you like a glove.
Everything is just right. There is no free space, but there is some real estate to breathe. The set is also squat and split proof. Perfect for a good show.
You strut in front of the mirror like a Victoria’s Secret Devil, relishing over how well the fiery red set accentuates your bust, hugs your hips, and highlights the cheekiest parts of your ass with just enough coverage to have the men wondering.
To leave Eddie wondering.
You’re parading around some more, taking selfies at all angles while Eddie talks to the cashier about guitars. Eventually he does circle back around, as you've been in here for a long period of time.
"Shy Girl," Eddie checks on you from outside. "Did you die in there?"
You put your phone away.
"No, but you're about to."
He laughs. "I love the confidence. Let me at her."
You pull the curtain over so that Eddie can see.
“Jesus fuck.”
Eddie sinks down to his knees, the tips of his fingers trailing from your hips to your thighs, down to your calves. He’s being dramatic again, you think, evident by the three bows of resignation he gives you as he continues to take in your beauty.
"What do you think?" you ask him.
"Simply out of this world," Eddie gasps. He stands to spin you around like he once did before. "You look... like an absolute fantasy. Destined for some alternate dimension."
His breathing heightens as his rough hands trail down to your birthmark. And soon, you’re up there with him.
“I can already see you on that stage,” Eddie gushes. “Doing your thing, stealing the show, driving customers wild. The spotlight soaking in all your beauty...”
“The version of me living in your head sounds pretty damn cool,” you giggle.
You snake your arms around the nape of his neck. Eddie blushes. “She’s a lot like the girl in front of me, actually.”
Either of you can let go now. But you both don't.
“Wanna get out of here?” he asks.
"Mmm… I don't think I'm done just yet," you bat your eyes once more. "What’s a set like this without some accessories?"
You grab his hand and he watches in shock — almost starstruck by you — when you manually wrap his hand around your neck.
“Like a necklace of sorts,” you continue. “A choker, maybe?”
“A choker,” Eddie nods. “Yeah, I can do that.”
He gives you a teasing, gentle squeeze. You’re an absolute puddle.
He grins at you connivingly, playfully.
"Lead the way, m'lady. Anything you want tonight is yours.”
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Satisfied is an understatement. You’re strutting back to Eddie’s van now as he trails closely behind, hauling shopping bags that belong to you in each hand.
“Thank you Eddie,” you say as he manages to open the door for you too.
“Anytime, Princess,” he insists.
You get settled on the passenger side while Eddie starts the van back up again. He waits for a while in his seat.
“You looked stunning in that piece,” Eddie raves, the image of you strutting around still living in his head. “I almost don’t want you to wear it anymore.”
You raise an eyebrow. “What? Why?”
“I wanna be the only one who gets to see you in it,” he explains.
“Gatekeeper much?”
“No, I’m just selfish,” he says. “Especially when you look like that.”
Eddie takes it upon himself to fasten your seatbelt for you.
Your eyes trail along as he clicks it in place, adjusting the seatbelt so that it laid perfectly and untangled, protecting your hips…shielding your chest…
“My eyes only, you know?”
“Just yours?”
“Mhm,” he strains. “Mine and only mine.”
His gentle eyes are begging, glued to your lips like bees to honey. His tongue pokes out again, and you watch as he licks his lips in lust. Fuck. You can’t help it anymore. You decide to lean into him and try again.
But hostile air stops you in your place. There's fear in that man's eyes the closer you get and he pulls away from you.
OH FOR FUCK’S SAKE.
You swat the rest of him away. “You’re doing it again.”
Eddie sighs in defeat.
"I know."
The fact that you didn’t have to elaborate is very telling. Eddie is not stupid. He knows the game he’s playing.
You watch with zero sympathy this time as Eddie pinches the bridge of his nose in exasperation. He lifts a hand. You flinch. Then you relax again when you realize the man isn’t trying to hit you.
“I’m VERY aware of what I’m doing, Hargrove. Okay? That’s the worst part.”
“And you think it’s okay? You like stringing me along, is that it?”
“There’s MORE TO IT, alright?” he groans. “I just don’t know how to explain it to you just yet.”
Eddie starts up again.
“I…” he says, his haunted eyes sparkling. “I just. CAN’T. get. involved. with a coworker. Let alone someone who works under me. Think of all the legal issues that can rise up.”
Bullshit.
“That is a FUCKING LIE!” you scream. “A fucking LIE, Eddie and you know how I know that?”
He looks back over at you.
“It’s because you didn’t think twice about it when you were hooking up with Chrissy.”
You’ve had enough of his excuses. Startled, Eddie shies away from you, surprised that you knew of what he so desperately wanted to conceal.
“Who told you that?”
“Who else would know?”
“Everyone at Hellfire, basically,” Eddie laughs pettily. “I just hoped it wouldn’t get around to you.”
Frustrated, Eddie turns off his car. He tosses his keys onto the center console between you both.
“Chrissy and I happened like two or three times. Is that what you wanted to hear?” he asks you. “She was horny, I was horny. She never gave me the time of day in high school so I got all excited. One thing led to another. Thrill eventually wore off. Now she’s just one of my good friends.”
You cross your arms and glare out the window.
“But the reason I was soooo okay with the Chrissy thing is because I only saw her as a fling,” Eddie continues. “End of story.”
“Where exactly are you going with this?”
“The difference with you is that a part of me actually wanted this to go somewhere.”
Does he think you’re stupid? Surely Eddie can’t think you’re just going to fall for his words instead of his actions.
You scoff. “You’re being ridiculous.”
“Am I?”
You muster up the courage to look over at him again. And there he is, his big brown doe eyes glimmering under the full moon.
“I’ve never met anyone like you before, Hargrove,” he mumbles softly. “That shit’s terrifying. For the first time in an incredibly long time I feel like someone gets me.”
You attempt to look away again. Eddie cranes his neck over towards you to meet you where you’re at.
“Someone who gets what it’s like to have a shitty, absent father,” Eddie continues. “Someone who also had to learn how to navigate grief before getting a fucking learner’s permit.”
“You can stop,” you choke. “I get the picture.”
But Eddie continues.
“…Someone who also has to be the bread-winner of the family, not by choice, but by necessity. And someone whose now got a shit ton of trust issues cuz somebody else had to go and fuck ‘em up THAT badly.”
Your throat begins to burn. A soul cry marinates at the pit of your stomach.
"I'm so infatuated with you, Hargrove,” your boss insists. “Okay? You have no idea.”
You tsk.
“You’re infatuated with me,” it’s more of a statement than a question of yours. “Yet you push me away.”
Eddie rolls his eyes. “Oh, come on, like you don’t have trouble accepting things you so rightfully deserve?”
He reaches over to grab your hand. You let him.
"There's nothing scarier than falling for someone who is your literal mirror," Eddie whispers. "Especially when you don't like anything about yourself."
“I know.”
You two fall silent and end up staring ahead for quite some time.
Both of you observe a couple cross the street together. The smitten pair are taking a stroll on the sidewalk, hand in hand and falling into one another like missing puzzle pieces. The guy kisses the girl's forehead, his silhouette reminding you so much of Steve.
“I also didn’t wanna get in between you and Harrington," Eddie mumbles.
“I told you we’re just fuck buddies.”
“But he really, really likes you.”
“Yeah, but if he’s not over Nancy, then what’s the point?”
It’s been a decade since Steve and Nancy broke up and he’s still lovesick over her. When you realized that she couldn’t ever be replaced, you stopped trying to pursue Steve romantically. Eddie falls mute again.
"I'm just his lil pocket pussy for all I know," you break the ice with a laugh.
"Don't say that," Eddie disapproves. "You are more than your body, Shy Girl."
“Then tell me what I am, Eddie,” the wounded part of you speaks. “Since I don’t seem to know.”
His gaze softens. “Well, it’s easy.”
You look at him.
"Corn ball alert,” Eddie prefaces. “But you’re the conversations you have with your regulars, asking them about their day and if they have any updates for you… You're the friendships you make with girls that you don't see a need to compete with. And you're that silly little dance you do when Argyle makes you food. And you’re also the destructive parts of yourself that you keep hiding from but little do you know that even those parts of you tell a story."
The sound of police sirens divert your attention. You shudder at the noise. Eddie seemingly makes note of it and clears his throat as a placeholder.
"…I didn't think you paid attention to any of that, Eds."
"I'm more observant than you think."
You believe him. After all, there are instances when you catch him sneaking a glance at you, turning away too late because you’re caught by his eyes to do the same.
A sigh escapes your body. You interlock your fingers with his.
“I don’t know what... this… is,” you begin. “But all I know is that I really enjoy your company. And that I’ve had a crush on you since the day I met you. If it wasn't obvious already."
Eddie snorts. “Even when I was freaking out over kegs and ground chili?”
“Especially when you were freaking out over kegs and ground chili.”
And now forgiveness is in the air. Monkey see, monkey do, and soon both you and Eddie are grinning at each other from one side of your faces to the other.
“Please,” Eddie requests politely with a gulp. “Will you let me kiss you?”
“Yes.”
To your surprise, Eddie leaves a peck on your cheek out of all places. This fucker, still so polite. He doesn’t touch or graze anywhere else while he does.
“Thanks,” he says as he pulls away. “I guess.”
But you only want him closer now.
“Oh don’t be stupid,” you giggle grabbing his face with both your hands. “Just fucking kiss me.”
You rest your hands at his chin when you pull him closer. And with Eddie’s permission, you sink your lips onto his. His warm breath circles you as your lips attach to one another.
There’s no turning back now.
Eddie’s lips are as soft as a cloud, and they seem to know yours very well. When he’s latched on, Eddie synchronizes with your rhythm almost immediately, getting a few more kisses in before his tongue begs you for entrance. You deny him access and push him back.
“Oooh,” you taunt him, causing him to laugh. “Someone likes me.”
“Maybe,” Eddie blushes, cupping the side of your face with one of his rigid hands. He gives the back of your head an endearing little scratch.
“But you…can’t get involved huh?”
Eddie shakes his head, doing his very best to stand his ground. He’s back to staring at your lips. “No. Definitely can’t…get involved.”
Of course not.
“Not even if I do this?”
You swoop over to press down on the button of Eddie’s seat belt to unbuckle it. Click. He restrains himself, but there’s wonder in his eyes.
“Or this?”
Your hands travel to the side furthest from you as you lean to crank the lever, lowering the head of Eddie’s driver seat to a 30 degree angle.
Amused now, he furrows his brows together and rests his hands behind his head, manspreading as you play that agonizingly long game.
“You’re pushing it, Hargrove…”
Using his unavailable hands to your advantage, you climb over him and assert yourself on his lap. A low groan escapes Eddie’s nose. You make sure to strategically situate yourself right on his crotch. Eddie’s breath hitches, hand hovering over your birthmark as you sink those hips into him. He bucks his up in return, trying to keep up with you.
“What about this?”
“Oh, that’s not fair…”
His hands are back at your waist.
A protruding essence grows in size as you continue to ride Eddie’s thigh. Soft, low whimpers escape from his chest, his dark eyes now beseeching at his mercy. Eddie’s fingers curl, enclosing themselves tightly around the fabric of your baby tee. His available hand gnaws at the seat below him.
“I don’t like playing fair,” you whisper huskily. “I just like getting even.”
Both of yours eyes are glued to what you’re doing, where you’re grinding, and how.
“Why do you do this to me?” he whispers longingly.
“I think it’s safe to say that you’ve been edging me for quite some time, Munson,” you shrug angelically. “Now it’s my turn to give you a taste of—”
You squeal suddenly when Eddie’s hand flies to your throat. The grip he has on you tightens hastily, long before you can even process it.
Shock overpowers you as Eddie studies you eagerly, with flared nostrils and a hot chest. You peer down at him with glossy eyes and yearning lips.
“Back of the van,” Eddie orders. “Now.”
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author's note: i'd be lying if i told you guys i didn't play imaginary barbies in my head in order to map out the argument between eddie and shy girl dfsjklfdkgfgsg would you say I’m a puppet master?
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