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tellmeallaboutit · 13 days

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knock knock (Raphael x F!Player)

Chapter 2, In Which You Meet A Tall Dark Stranger

Chapter 1

SUMMARY: Careful which mods you install for BG3. Did you read the terms and conditions carefully?

TAGS: meta romance, psychological horror, smut, the character is the player, Raphael is after you, you wanted him, you invited him to our world, he accepted your invitation

RATING: explicit

AO3

Chapter 2

The next day, during your lunch break, you made another attempt to persuade Raphael to take his clothes off. The clock struck noon; your private laptop was on the right side of your desk, while your work laptop was on the left, Teams open and your mouse ready to show signs of activity from time to time.

The sun was shining through the wide open window, children playing outside. Idyllic. Nothing sinister could be happening in broad daylight with those happy sounds in the background. The horror movies told you so. Except for Midsommar.

Well, screw Midsommar, then. This isn’t Sweden.

"All right, I'm going to set some ground rules here," you said to the loading screen. "I can be as creepy as I want to be to you, because you're just a bunch of pixels, but you can't do anything creepy to me, because I'm a human being. Got that? Good."

The sound of your voice made you feel braver.

As you heard the familiar sinister 'you-let-the-villain-win-bad-player' music in the background, you covered your eyes with your hands and peered through splayed fingers.

Then he appeared. Just as you had wished. Perfectly naked, with a stereotypical video game six-pack and just the right amount of body hair. The orange lighting made his skin glow, and his flaccid penis, like that of the game's generic male model, vanished from sight as he strode closer.

Your ears pricked up to listen to the scripted monologue you knew by heart, watching (waiting?) for any hiccups or new animations, the YouTube app on your phone playing the identical scene for comparison.

Everything happened exactly as it should, word for word, save for the speaker’s nudity.

All good. You breathed a sigh of relief and spread your fingers wider to admire Raphael a little better.

Same as always. Handsome and charming and completely imaginary, which, now that you thought about it, was the biggest part of his charm.

"Ta-ta... for now," Raphael's signature line echoed through the room.

"Bravo, Raphael," you praised the screen. "You've done nothing creepy. You have earned your title of Archdevil Supreme."

After waiting for a response that never came, you laughed off your silliness and shook your head. Your laptop was overheating, giving off a slight synthetic smell. Should have upgraded a long time ago. Just need to put enough money aside.

"OK, screenshots," you said. "I wanted to take some screenshots. Do you mind, Raphael? Can I have your consent? They’ll help recruit more followers for you, my liege."

Your phone vibrated. The FaceID gave you a preview of the Discord messages from Queen-of-the-Bored, one of the few Raphaelites you'd actually spoken to directly and felt like you kinda sorta knew.

queen-of-the-bored: ngl that was some really funny joke, we spent the whole night trying to recreate it :-D queen-of-the-bored: you sounded legit worried over that voice message tho haha you: it was legit. check the reddit thread queen-of-the-bored: which thread

Ok, let me google that for you. You typed in the same search words as yesterday, "Raphael naked mod April prank," clicked on the thread from yesterday, and skimmed through the comments.

“nah not joking there is this naked mod for teenage mutant ninja""

“all dongs appeared MASSIVE on April’s first”

Scrolling further, you realized that was not the correct Raphael - it's Raphael the Turtle, not Raphael the Devil. Why was there so much NSFW content about him? What did people see in turtles?

You quickly corrected your search to "Raphael BG3 naked mod April prank," but it didn’t bring back any relevant results. So, you changed it to "last twenty four hours" just to be thorough.

Didn’t help. Nothing. You were the only to be called a naughty little mouse. The special one.

queen-of-the-bored: which thread dude??? you: my bad it was the turtle queen-of-the-bored: ??? queen-of-the-bored: I am slowly getting worried about you haha

Next step? Contact the mod developer directly? What if they have no idea what you're talking about?

Then what? What were the alternative theories? You've been hacked and doxxed to madness for that one Twitter post that got people waving pitchforks at you?

There you go, you were scared again. Daytime, sun shining and children playing outside, but there you were, alone in your flat, scared again.

You took a deep breath and looked at the screen. "All right, I understand, Mr Archdevil Supreme. No screenshots. I'll uninstall the mod and I apologise for my disrespectful behaviour."

You couldn't bear to see Raphael's face on the screen again so you hit ctrl alt delete instead of Escape and stared blankly at the Task Manager.

Next, you uninstalled the mod that had caused all this trouble. Then you went to Tumblr and removed the reblog of Raphael in a cat playsuit with the tag "my poor miau miau". Then you deleted your bookmarks on AO3. Your Twitter account was beyond repair, so you deleted it altogether.

None of these actions made you feel any better. You grabbed a quick cup of shrimp noodles, but eating it only made you feel worse. As you tasted the sodium on your tongue, you came to a realisation: what you needed was to go the fuck outside.

You had been stuck in your flat and home office since the start of the pandemic, chronically online. Online work, online colleagues, online friends, who was the last real person you saw, talked to and hugged?

Your mum, probably.

Oh yes, no wonder you were going mad. You need to get out there and meet some real people. You opened Discord, quickly scrolled past the sketch of Tav giving Raphael head, and typed a message: you needed to touch grass.

queen-of-the-bored: well there is Comic-Con this weekend you: this is NOT touching grass, this is burning it queen-of-the-bored: true you: besides not going alone queen-of-the-bored: maybe Raph will keep you company 😈

What? Such a strange thing to say. Or was it? Who the hell was that behind the screen anyway? Apparently someone called Sammy from Ohio. Supposedly. Wasn’t she the one who recommended this mod?

She was.

Come on, you're just letting your paranoia get the best of you.

queen-of-the-bored: oh BTW I found THE hottest Raph smut queen-of-the-bored: mind the tags it's so hot but soooooo fucked up queen-of-the-bored: just read it trust me thank me later

Who the hell were you, Sammy from Ohio, Korilla? You put the phone down and started pacing around your small flat. It was not much to pace around, only forty-two square meters.

At least you rent a flat in a building with other people and not some house at the edge of the forest. Strangers live below you, above you and on either side of you. They don't know you and you don't know them... but they were there, just in case...

Just in case.

"You know what?" you said to your computer. "I need a break. I need to focus on my mental health. Self-care, Raphael. I'm not playing with you. For now".

The moment you finished speaking, your phone lit up again with another notification. This time it was an email. You made a mental note to start managing your notifications better.

Did you enjoy your Devil Dick © - Natural Red experience? We know you will be back for more 😈 Check out the new...

What the fuck? Oh no, no, click away and make a mental note to never order from Bad Dragon again with customer satisfaction emails like this. It's borderline harassment. You ordered from them ONCE, as a joke, just to see what ridges might feel like.

Not as good as the smut had promised you,

Private. Private stuff. Between you and your bed drawer. Between you and your browser. God, how much stuff you have in your browser history. You should have used incognito mode more often.

Would that have helped?

"That was low, Raphael," you muttered. "Or is it Haarlep today?"

You glanced around your room before angling your computer screen towards the wall, then retrieved the Devil Dick © from its hideaway in your bedside drawer. Your fingers grazed over the silicon ridges as you swiftly stashed it away in a box beneath the bed.

"If you must know, it was too big for me. Flattered?"

Crawling out from under the dusty bed, you looked up and realized for the first time that anyone in the building could easily peep into the flat if they tried hard enough or cared enough to do so.

Enough is enough.

You need to hydrate, you need to eat some vegetables, you need to start jogging again and you definitely... you definitely need to go out and talk to some real people. Maybe it's time to get back on Bumble and try your luck again. Who knows, it might actually work this time.

He wouldn't like that.

Where did that thought just come from? He wouldn't like it, who the hell cares what some imaginary devil thinks.

Standing up straight, you pointed a finger at the screen in front of you.

"Raphael, just so we are clear, you and I: I really like you. I do PR for you every day for free. You don't have to scare me to get my attention. You should appreciate me and be nice to me. I'm the best agent you'll ever have.”

Having made your point, you put on your running shoes and AirPods. It brought back memories of all the times you had jogged through the nearby park. Afterwards you'd sit on the bench and eat an ice-cream, watching couples, happy and glowing, watching families with children, happy and stressed, watching people living their lives in a reality parallel to yours, and then you'd come home and go into a reality parallel to theirs.

The AirPods picked up right where they left off last time.

I want to hold you close, soft breasts, beating heart, as I whisper in your ear

I wanna fucking tear you apart

You removed the AirPods from your earlobes and exhaled. This wasn’t Raphael's fault. This is She Wants Revenge, you have listened to it a thousand times. You knew the lyrics, they hadn't changed.

You can't even listen to music anymore. Pull yourself together.

Get some vitamins from the pharmacy.

Touch some goddamn grass.

***

You stuck to your digital and physical diet until the weekend, and as a reward, nothing happened. No oddly timed emails, no strange messages, no random phone calls. Maybe it was your pitch talk or the vitamins you started taking, but either way, Raphael was on his best behavior, and so were you.

No Tumblr, no AO3. Didn't even touch Steam. Got into a highbrow podcast about the Roman Empire.

You set a new personal record for days without 'self-indulgence', as Raphael would put it, although that wasn't really the intention. Something always seemed to interrupt - whether it was the loud hum of the fridge (which was always obnoxious) or the flickering light in the hallway (which had been broken for over a week).

By Friday, you had finally finished the work projects you had been putting off for months. The job wasn't too bad, but it hadn't been any fun for years, if it ever had been. You did the bare minimum to get the paycheck and keep the job, and your employer kept the paycheck at the bare minimum to keep you. If there was anything else you could do, you would do something else.

Still, this was probably the most productive week you had in years. You scrubbed your flat from top to bottom twice and cleared your wardrobe of clothes that no longer fit.

You were proud of yourself.

Gradually your sense of security began to return. You tried not to dwell too much on the incident with the naughty little mouse; if you didn't think about it, it almost felt like it hadn't happened.

On Friday, you plucked up the courage to play BG3 again, wandered through Baldur's Gate, avoiding the House of Hope for the time being, had a few fights, played the graveyard scene with Astarion (daring, but a small part of you hoped it would make Raphael jealous enough to come out again), and shut it down.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

You hadn't planned to go to Comic-Con. For one thing, it was on the other side of the city, in the business district of the convention centre, so it would take at least an hour to get there. Secondly, going alone just felt... weird.

It was not until Friday night that a little voice in your head started to whisper, "Why not? Maybe you'll meet some like-minded people”. Make some friends you can actually touch (not in a creepy way).

It's a better chance than endlessly swiping on Bumble.

Maybe you'll meet...

Neil Newbon. If you can get past the hordes of fangirls. Andrew Wincott. No, Andrew Wincott wouldn't be there; you'd checked beforehand. To be honest, hearing his voice might have been too much for your psyche at that moment.

So you decided to go. You went, and it was as fun as you had imagined it would be - that is, hardly any. The convention hall was huge and crowded, rows and rows of stalls, crowds and crowds of people. Live panel discussions, cosplayers, flashing lights, bright colors, chatter, laughter, very loud, very lively.

Raphael wouldn't last a minute in that chaos.

"Hell is other people," you thought to yourself, quoting Sartre. If you ever met Raphael, you'd quote Sartre to him too. He must know that you read intelligent books and not just fanfiction.

Some people might be comfortable going to events and eating alone in restaurants, but not you. It's even worse being the odd one out in a group of odd ones. How come all the others had someone to take along? Where did they find all those people in this godforsaken city?

You talked to a few people and a few people talked to you. Nothing really took off. Your mind was elsewhere, to be fair. You were looking for something in the crowd.

Someone.

It was absurd, yes, but so was what happened this week with the mod. You had met a few Raphael cosplayers, three at least, but they were...

Well, of course they weren't him. But they did a great job with the clothes and the hair and the make-up, and one had really great prosthetic horns, and you touched them and admired them and praised that particular Raphael for all his hard work in creating them.

They were real people, not video game characters that had come to life, and neither were you. You looked down at your jeans, at your thighs, and thought you should start jogging again, and felt even less comfortable in your own skin.

Then Neil Newbon came along and things quickly became too chaotic for you.

You decided to take a break and walked down the street until you came across a cosy café - none of that generic chain stuff, but something that tried hard to be authentic with pretty flowers in the windows.

Sitting alone at a table for two, you looked down at your phone and opened the Discord chat because you came here to talk to some real people.

In the main chat, there was a heated debate about whether devils are allowed to torture mortals into signing contracts. Both sides presented arguments based on lore, edition contradictions, past precedents and personal conviction.

A man's voice interrupted you as you typed your own very elaborated opinion of hellish law. "Excuse me, may I?" he asked, his words slightly muffled by the AirPods.

"Sure," you replied with practiced friendliness, not even looking up. That was always your default answer. It's not like you can say no to this kind of request anyway.

People ask and do a lot of things out of politeness. That was precisely why you took the AirPods out of your ears.

The moment you lifted your eyes to meet the man's, you learned the true meaning of the word 'jumpscare'. Your body jerked upwards, the table shook and the coffee cup tumbled - narrowly missing Raphael.

Raphael.

Not a man who looked like Raphael, not a man who was dressed like him - Raphael.

You weren't sure if you made any sound or uttered any words. You probably yelped.

What you did do for sure was gawk.

His skin tone identical; hair slicked back just right; eyes uncannily accurate in hue and shape - down to every wrinkle. A perfectly realistic rendering. Not the uncanny valley type, no, perfectly believable. This is exactly what he would look like if he were real and swapped his fantasy clothes for a business suit.

So this is what it feels like to go completely insane.

Very banal, actually. You are having a psychotic breakdown and no one is even looking at you, except for an imaginary devil.

"Oh my, my apologies," Raphael said as he quickly grabbed napkins to mop up the spreading lake of coffee on the table. "I did not mean to scare you."

Oh, but he did, very much. You could not breathe, your chest encased in an iron brace of fear. It's you who needs to apologise, and apologise fast, and apologise a lot, and beg for mercy. Especially for liking the Twitter art of him being spit-roasted between Yurgir and Haarlep.

If you only knew... you would never have clicked on it... absolutely never... all those posts you wrote...

"Raphael?" you managed to squeak out. “I didn’t mean it, I swear.”

This must be how a deer feels in the headlights of an oncoming truck.

He looked at you, very sincere confusion etched across his handsome face. "Excuse me?"

You drew in a shaky breath, your nostrils flaring as you tried to catch a whiff of cherries under the aroma of fresh coffee, not caring how absurd you appeared. Yes? No? Or was that strawberry jam on his croissant? Have your senses gone haywire? Your mind certainly has.

"You're... you're here to cosplay Raphael?"

The thought tumbled out of your mouth before it had time to fully form in your head. It was the only explanation that made sense... It didn't, but it made more sense than all the others put together.

Raphael moved closer, pulled up a chair and asked, amused: "I beg your pardon, I'm here to do what to whom?"

The voice. The voice was the same. Andrew Wincott's voice. The man had simply stolen his voice. Or had the man stolen it from him? The movements, the mannerisms, the facial expressions. This man could not be Raphael because...

Well, because this man was real. As real as you were.

"Raphael," you explained. "From the video game. Are you here to cosplay... to play... Raphael?"

The man gave you a look as if questioning your sanity, and rightfully so. You were also sweating bullets - could he see the damp patches under your hoodie? You pressed your arms against your sides; wouldn't want him noticing.

"I'm hardly an actor," Raphael replied with a polite smile, "although there was a time in my youth when I entertained such ambitions."

He chuckled lightly and took a leisurely sip of his coffee.

"I'm here to enjoy my espresso, nothing more. I... have never been particularly fond of..." he added with the disdain of a typical middle-aged man, "... video games.”

You had no response for that because Raphael wouldn't be into video games either; that much was believable.

"My office is across the street," he said, pointing towards the office complex opposite you. "Precisely there."

The golden sign on the building across from you, Kirkland & Ellis, told you nothing, except that Raphael had an office job and an office space and a desk and all the things that the devil shouldn’t have because the devil invented them to torture the others.

Raphael was dressed like he had just stepped out of a board meeting. A three-piece slate gray tailored suit, white shirt peeking out from underneath, silk tie and matching pocket square. Of all the modern Raphael AUs, you preferred the Professor one, you voted for it, you had Sucharide’s fic bookmarked. The Professor was more, ugh...

Safe.

As for you, you were wearing a hoodie with your university on it. A clean hoodie, but a hoodie nonetheless. What the hell else would you be wearing to Comic Con? You didn't do your hair. Well, putting it in a ponytail is not doing your hair. Why did you not do your hair?

"I know, I know, you must be wondering why anyone would toil on a weekend," Raphael continued. That was the last thing you were wondering. "Alas, no rest for the wicked."

"Wicked?" you echoed. You looked at the people in the cafe, sure they were staring at the both of you, but they weren't.

"Oh," he chuckled lightly, "it's just an expression – 'No rest for the wicked.' You've never heard it before?"

"Of course I have," you said, momentarily embarrassed. "Never mind...sorry."

"You have nothing to apologise for," Raphael raised his eyebrows. "In fact, I should be the one to apologise for startling you. May I offer you another cup of... ah, what was that... cappuccino? After twelve? Tsk-tsk, young lady".

Not a single modern man could ever manage to say the words "tsk-tsk, young lady" as charmingly. That was Raphael.

"No bother, I can get one myself," you said quickly, about to stand up.

He raised his hand slightly and put it down to halt your movement, and for a second you thought he was going to touch you, and if he had, if you had felt the skin of his skin, he would have felt more real and you would have died on the spot from a bursting heart.

"I have no doubt about that. But may I treat you? It would be my absolute pleasure”.

Pleasure. The way he said the word was straight obscene. You couldn't handle the word 'pleasure' coming from a man who had been responsible for more than half your orgasms in the last few months.

So in your daze, you mumbled: "Yeah. Yeah, sure."

Raphael stood up and walked over to the barista. She acknowledged him, so that's one point for him being real and you not hallucinating. Not only did she acknowledge him but she flashed him a goofy grin - clearly smitten.

Of course she is.

You have to take a picture of him. How do you take a picture of someone without their consent without being a total creep?

You don't. It's in the fucking definition; you can't. But you should. Maybe you'll open your camera roll and see someone completely different, and then you'll know it's time to call for mental health services.

Your phone was buzzing with messages, which you quickly swiped away and went straight to the camera. You took a picture of him from behind while he ordered you a coffee. The barista gave you a “fucking weirdo” look.

Fuck you, you thought, you have no idea what I am going through right now. Then you switched to the camera roll and checked to see if the photo reflected what you saw.

A broad, fit back of a very attractive middle-aged man with lush brown hair, paying for coffee with cash.

You couldn't decide whether this made you feel better or worse.

When Raphael returned with your cup, you had something for him too. "This is the character I was talking about," you said, a screenshot of virtual Raphael ready on your screen.

Anyone who saw the screenshot would say, "Who motion-captured me?"

Not Raphael. He barely glanced before shrugging and handing your phone back. "Hmm, I see some resemblance, I guess."

Resemblance? What fucking resemblance? There was no resemblance; he WAS Raphael! You were about to argue but he beat you to it: "Why? Were you hoping to meet this...Raphael?"

His voice dropped an octave and he looked at you intently. He was flirting - openly, unashamedly.

"I...I was," you stammered out. "He's my favourite character."

Brilliant, brilliant line. Dear diary, today I wanted to meet Raphael, my favourite character from my favourite game. So much for quoting Sartre.

"Well now, I'm flattered," Raphael purred, causing you to wriggle uncomfortably in your seat. "I do bear some physical likeness."

That was a massive understatement.

The man had a disarmingly charming smile. You tried to remember if Raphael had ever smiled like that in the game. It was mostly scowls and grins and smirks, but this kind of smile? You didn't think so. You caught a glimpse of yourself in his hazel eyes, and that was not Tav; that was you. Just you.

Not that you were unattractive or anything. Average. Maybe even a little pretty on a good day. You didn't like yourself very much. Then again, most people don't. That's how the beauty industry makes its money.

You got your share of attention, some, nothing to brag about. Had two boyfriends, it didn't work out, you used to care, now you don't. Certainly never got any attention from men who looked like him.

Why should this man be interested in you, why? Ah, yes. Your soul. He probably wants your soul. Is it worth much at all? Is it worth coming all the way to Earth? You wanted to apologize to him for going through all this trouble just for you.

"So this event in the convention hall down the street..." he snapped his fingers as if trying to recall a forgotten name.

"Comic-Con 2024," you supplied. "It's huge in fandom culture. TV shows, video games, that sort of stuff.”

"Ah. Not my kind of entertainment - or my kind of audience, for that matter," Raphael said with a slightly raised eyebrow, eyeing the “Astarion approves” badge on your backpack. "It does remind me of a deal I signed recently."

"Deal?" you asked in a weak voice. He nodded. "What deal? With who?"

"With who? No, I meant the Microsoft-Blizzard acquisition".

Ah, that kind of deal. The words felt so reassuring, so real, the acquisition. Raphael would have no idea about these words. Raphael wouldn't say "Microsoft". You mean the real Raphael. What the hell is a 'real' Raphael again?

For the first time, you let go of a little tension. You took a first sip of your coffee and leaned back slightly in your chair.

"Actually, I think these acquisitions are really harmful for the industry," you said.

Why did you have to be so confrontational? You didn't have anything clever to say about such things, so you spoke the truth instead. Bad idea.

"How candid of you to say that. Well, I’ll be just as candid with you: I am indeed a villain." Raphael grinned. "I hope you can forgive me."

There went your short-lived relaxation, which lasted less than a minute. Raphael had just looked at you and said "I am a villain". Challenge him. Tell him it's him because, well, it's him. It can only be him. Tell him you know it's him, and then...

And then what?

"Everybody's got a job to do, I guess", you managed to utter the most generic phrase in existence.

"Isn't that so..." Raphael replied, pausing for a moment before finishing the sentence with your name.

You did not introduce yourself to him. You were sure of it. Absolutely sure.

"How do you know my name?" you asked, half rising from your chair, raising your voice and quickly lowering it again. "I didn't tell you my name. How do you know it?"

Raphael gestured to your phone, which lay on the table screen between the two of you. Your work ID card was tucked away in its transparent case - something you hadn't needed for a while.

It had your first and last name on it.

"I saw it right before my eyes," he explained. "I thought it was a hint."

"It wasn't," you said.

"Oh, another faux pas on my part then," he said. "At this rate, I owe you something to make up for all my many transgressions. Perhaps dinner?"

You let out a nervous chuckle. One of your popular Tumblr posts had been an impassioned rant about how Raphael had promised a similar in-game offer but failed to deliver despite the many times you gave him the Crown.

"I seem to have absolutely terrified you, and that was not my intention. I insist on making it up to you. If you allow me, of course. I don't want to impose. Would you allow me to?"

He looked at you with the intensity of a man admiring a beautiful woman, his shoulders back and chin slightly up, trying to present himself from his best angle - something you've seen men do before, but rarely (if ever) to you. It was as if he could hang on every word that came out of your mouth, simply because he enjoyed watching your lips move. Raphael looked like he was in love, for Christ's sake.

Your cheeks grew warm.

"Yes," you replied.

He kept silent for a bit, savouring your answer.

"Splendid. Where might I collect you?"

It took you a moment to realise that he was asking for your address. Your personal address. Shouldn't he know it already, if he was Raphael? You replied as nonchalantly as possible:

"Why don't I give you my number and we can arrange to meet at the center?"

His expression darkened slightly; you've seen this look in the game before.

No, you shouldn't have said that. You wanted him to like you.

Desperately.

"You don't trust me?" Raphael's voice dropped an octave or two, playful and just a little threatening.

You felt his breath on your face (cherries?) and the next second you stopped feeling your legs. The attraction that had been simmering inside you for months started boiling over.

Breathe. Pretend it's not Raphael. A man came up to you in a coffee shop and asked you if you trusted him in that kind of tone, leaning in like that. You know what the sensible thing to do would be - get up and walk away. And if it really was Raphael, get up and run away.

You remained seated and stayed.

"Just, ugh..." was all you managed to get out of the jumbled thoughts in your head; two coherent sentences so far into the conversation, and both of them made you sound like an absolute madwoman.

Raphael laughed.

"Of course you don't trust me, that's only prudent, and you seem to be quite an intelligent young lady. But just so we are clear, you and I: you have nothing to fear from me. What is that number of yours?"

Quite an intelligent young lady, the words echoed in your mind and you remembered your naughty anonymous Tumblr confession: I would suck every last drop of cum out of him as long as he kept praising me.

God, everything you've read with him in the main role. Double penetration, double vaginal penetration, pet play... you weren't even into half of it. You hoped Raphael didn’t think you actually wanted him to do all of the things you read with you.

You just liked clicking on random links.

"Do you need something to write it down or...?" you asked hesitantly.

"I will remember," he said curtly. “I do not forget things easily”.

You realised that there was something far more frightening than anything that had happened before: that he wouldn't remember, that he would never call you, and that this conversation and this meeting would end there.

So you carefully enunciated each number, then took a pen from your pocket and wrote it down on a napkin: it seemed romantic in the movies, but your handwriting and the coffee stain made it look like a secret message from the madhouse.

He grinned and tucked the napkin into the pocket of his suit.

He took the last sip of coffee and then took your hand in his. He touched you. His skin was warm and real and soft and everything you had ever imagined, his touch surprisingly tender.

Your whole body responded to that tiny crumb of affection, viscerally. You hadn't realized how famished you were for a touch until that moment.

He lifted your hand to his lips and pressed them against yours. His lips were soft too, slightly damp from the coffee.

"I am looking forward to our rendezvous," Raphael murmured against your palm. "Ver much so."

Rendezvous.

In any other situation, a middle-aged man kissing your hand would be downright creepy. But this... this was a fever dream, an illusion, anything but reality. Because there was no way this madness could actually be happening to you.

Was it a bad thing? Was reality ever... this? So unpredictable? So exciting?

You only snapped out of it when the door closed behind him, but you snapped out hard. You practically threw yourself at the next table, where a group of guys were sitting, their appearance screaming video games - backpacks and scruffy beards, Warhammer-emblazoned T-shirts.

You grabbed one by the shoulder and hissed urgently: "Guys-guys-guys-guys." Your words came like rapid fire. "Tell me that guy doesn't look exactly like Raphael from Baldur's Gate? That one? On the street behind the window?"

Damn, you sounded desperate.

"Ah, sorry, never played it," came the nonchalant reply before he turned back to his friends' conversation.

"Baldur's Gate," chimed in another, his face lighting up. "Amazing game. Looks like who?"

"Raphael," you said. "The devil."

The guy laughed, but didn't even look where you were pointing.

"Ah, the two-pump chump?"

You shot a quick glance at Raphael. His eyes met yours through the glass window, and they were cold now; his smile was gone.

I didn't say that, you pleaded with him in your thoughts. That guy said that. That guy over there. I would never say that.

Your defence of his bed skills stretched from Reddit to Tumblr threads, you argued that Haarlep was slandering him, that Raphael was the best fuck there ever was and you personally vouched for that because you fucked him a thousand times in your head.

"Don't call him that, please," you whispered to the guy. He gave you a confused look when you pointed at Raphael again: "Look at him. The one staring at us. Does he look like him?

Is he real? Do you see him too?

"Ah yes," he admitted with a grin on his face, raising the cup of coffee to his lips, "he sort of does. Yes, he does! Well, I hope he doesn't...oh shit! FUCK!".

The guy's face contorted in pain as he clutched his mouth, jumping, cursing, tears streaming down his face. You could see the skin on his lips reddening and blistering.

"What the fuck?! It's fucking boiling! FUCK! "

The barista rushed over to him, spewing apologies as she tried to handle the situation. You took a step back and glanced at Raphael whose lips were moving subtly - two syllables that matched rhythmically: 'bye-bye' or maybe 'ciao-ciao'.

It didn't have to be 'ta-ta'. He waved nonchalantly at you.

You waved back.

NEXT: Chapter 3, In Which Larian Introduces The Raphael Romance

#bg3 raphael #raphael the cambion #raphael x player #raphael x tav #raphael x oc #raphael x you #meta fanfic #knock knock

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 2 months

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AITA for not having a job despite having time for it?

🍏🥝🍏🥝 <- to keep track of this when it posts,

My family really loves talking about me(20) when they think I'm not listening. I've heard them on multiple occasions say that I need a job and that I should just start working part-time while I'm going to college. The issue with that is that while other people can do both pretty decently, I dont feel like I'm capable of doing both part time and college without one of them suffering a lot because of the other.

My family is pretty financially stable, and the fees I owe never go over 900 dollars and sometimes I even make my own money off of commissions to help pay for things. I actually did have an actual job during my classes for a while filing things and remote video editing work (for the same job) but one of my family members worked with me there as my boss and I decided to quit after they decided to ask if my mom would've rather died than had me after I told him she called trans people abominations (I am trans, I'm only out to that family member and my brother). I haven't found a consistent thing to do to earn money since but I've been trying really hard to advertise my commissions since then.

The part where I feel really guilty though is the fact that I've been going to a community college for almost 3 years now (with my family supporting me money wise) and know I'm only going to come out with a one year certificate because of how fucked my schedule got in my first year. I didn't meet some prerequisites , and despite the course I wanted being a 2 year degree it was worth almost 80 credits, which felt insane as I went into it. 5 classes a term, some 5 minutes after the other, all based on pouring hours and hours into artsy projects (video, audio, 3d modelling, painting, 2d animation, ect...). I broke down within my third term after I started failing some of my classes. I was still trying for my 2 year degree up until 2023 where I decided that getting a certificate that was similar and getting a job after would probably be better for me at this point rather than spending ANOTHER 2 years struggling OR straight up giving up and dropping out with nothing.

I'm also home a lot when I'm not in class (I'm only taking 2-3 classes a term now). I do little things sometimes like take out the trash and pull dishes from out the washer and so on but it's all only when no one is home because the place where things generally need to be cleaned up is all in our very small kitchen AND the fact that I'm scared of them poking fun at me for "finally doing something for once" because it makes me feel terrible when they do. I end up chilling out in my room completing work and desperately finding work arounds for projects to only ever really need done in my room or on campus- generally anywhere that's not going to worry my grandma too much.

I've told my family that their teasing doesn't make me feel good but it just gets responded with "that's just how we show love!" when I know it doesn't have to be that way! My boyfriend teases me pretty often but the difference is that he actually listens to me when I tell him something he said didn't feel very good to me and we talk it through, and then he doesn't make that joke again or i feel better after knowing the context of it!!! A lot of my family members will bicker until another one ends up crying and it's horrible to watch how petty and bitter everyone can be.

Don't really know what else to write, AITA guys? I know I could be doing a lot more around the house instead of working but I'm scared of being touched (my aunt randomly spanked me as hard as she could one time last year) and scared of more mean comments being thrown my way. I already have a plan to leave this home and have been open about it to them, but I don't want to rush it if I don't have to and want to spend a few years saving money up so that I'm not in a horrible situation if things go awry.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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boogiewrites · 2 years

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Seeing Stars Part 4

Characters: Eddie Munson x OFC Star

Summary: Star finds a distraction in another guy. But Eddie is there the entire time, proving himself repeatedly no matter how bad he is at explaining how he feels. A jolt of jealousy pushes Star away. But her rash decisions only lead her right back into Eddie's arms. Star and Eddie are finally coming to terms with the tension between them and figuring out a solution. At least for the moment. ;)

Comment & Reblog to let me know you like it and want more Eddie content!

Part 1 if you missed it!

Warnings/Triggers: ANGST. HURT/COMFORT. FLUFF. KISS?? Kinda NSFW? Talk of sexual acts and scenes of making out. Talk of past abuse. Drunken, slurred recollections of abuse, not graphic. This has Steve in it. Is it self-indulgent of me? Sure. Do I care? No. :)

Star had the habit of picking at things when she was thinking. She was currently working on the hem on the sleeves of the oversized cardigan she’d made herself. She was standing in front of a wall of new releases in Family Video and getting annoyed that she couldn’t find anything she wanted.

“What about her? She’s a new senior. I’ve seen her around school.” Robin asked, motioning with her head to Star who was on the other side of the store. She flipped through a magazine, keeping her eyes focused as Steve had lost a bet and was having to do the tedious task of rewinding the returns.

“Really?” Steve’s face was puzzled at the suggestion. “She looks more like she might be interested in you.” He raised his brows at the hippie ensemble Star was sporting.

“Nah.” Robin shook her head looking at what she thought was a very stylish outfit. Brown boots laced up her ankles pepped out of cuffed corduroy pants. “I know you noticed the lack of…” Robin mouths the word “bra.” And wiggles her eyebrows while looking down at her chest. Star was becoming more well known for her lack of a boulder-holder than her scars in most circles. Most expected her to be making some statement about woman’s rights a la the bra-burning of the 60s because of her aesthetic. The only statement they seemed to be making to most of the guys was that they had a chance. She hated bras and it was as simple as that.

“I may have noticed that.” Steve was suppressing a grin.

“Then go give her some of your 5-star customer service.” Robin chuckled. Steve chewed his lip for a moment and thought flirting would be a better way to spend his time than rewinding tapes.

“Hey.” Steve settles his weight back on his heels for a moment then opts to put his weight on a shelf.

Star turned, her face reading extremely neutral to Steve’s surprise.

“I’m Steve.” He puts a hand to his chest. “Obviously.” he points to his nametag. He gives a smile and a playful roll of his eyes. Hers narrowed in response but she wasn’t spitting venom yet. “If you need any recommendations, I can help out. It’s kinda what I do.” He moved a little like a talk show host for her liking but she’d flirted with far worse.

She looked him up and down openly for a few seconds and she saw his eyes shift nervously. He had warm eyes and she didn’t feel any negativity coming her way from them.

“I am having trouble picking something out.” She held up two choices in her hands. “I’ve not seen this and I know it’s animated but I think the plot sounds good and it’s probably adorable.” She holds up a copy of The Black Cauldron. “Or, I can finally watch this, my best friend won’t shut up about how I should watch it. Buts it’s so damn long.” She held up the Dune copy.

“Your friend sounds like they’d get along with mine.” He muttered under his breath with a laugh. “I’ll be honest. I fell asleep during that movie. The other one? Haven’t seen it. Figured it was for kids.”

Stars shoulders moved in a silent laugh of amusement for his honest takes. “Thanks for being honest.”

“To a fault. It’s actually a bit of a problem.” He runs his hand through his gravity-defying waves of hair.

“Do only nerds rent this?” She held up the Dune copy.

“Not exclusively no. But mostly yes.”

“Guess I can always use watching it as a bribe later.” She muses.

“Solid move. I’m loving the strategy.” He moves his head back and forth while he spoke and Star wasn’t getting the usual toxicity from a guy that looked like him. His outfit cost more than she’d made all year. “You planning on watching that one alone? Got a little brother or something?”

“No. Just me.” She shook her head and smirked. “Guess I shouldn’t have mentioned my best friend when talking about Dune. Then you could’ve asked me if I was going to watch it with my boyfriend.”

Robin from behind the counter chokes slightly on her drink. They both turn to her with very different expressions. Steve was a very clear ‘please Robin stop’. And Star was highly amused. Robin waved her arm to show she was fine and gave them a thumbs up.

Steve returns and chuckles nervously. His elbow resting on the shelf. It slips and knocks over a couple of VHS. That got a smile out of Star.

“Shit.” He mutters as she watches him grab them and put them back up. Recognizing one was upside down after the fact and rushing to flip it.

“That’s what you wanted to ask, right?” Star continues.

“It was on the list, yeah.” he looked away for a moment then returned with a wounded ego smile.

“What else was on there?” She asked with a tilted head. He hesitated.

“First I usually ask what kind of movies you’re into. See what the compatibility is there. See if you laugh at my jokes, see if there’s some chemistry there ya know. Then I usually ask if you have a boyfriend.”

“Is that really how you usually do it?”

“Honest.”

“That’s what he does. I’ve seen it a hundred times. He’s not lying.” Robin adds. Star gives her a smile that made Robin question her former statement about her being on the same team as her.

“I like her.” Star gives a genuine chuckle the turns her attention back to Steve. “Got yourself a grade-A wingman there.” She pointed in the excited girl's direction.

“She is that. Sometimes. Other times she’s a total buzzkill.” Robin smiles big at the remark. “What I’m wondering is if you like me though.” He turns his attention back to Star.

“I don’t know you, Steve. But I can tell you I don’t hate you.” He had a much more at ease chuckle at her remark.

“That’s a good start.” He nods and gives her a smile she’s known has brought weaker women to their knees.

“Do you like me?”

“I don’t know you, Star. But I have a feeling I might.” he gives her the same grin and she nods. “Only way to find out is to get to know each other. We could do that. Over dinner?”

“Bold.” She says with a big smile.

“I’ve been called that before.” He gives self-deprecation now and owns the observation.

“One thing you should know about me is that I’m honest too. And I don’t know that you’re my type.”

“And what would your type be?”

Just then, a jingle of the door rattles and breaks the attention of the three already in a conversation. Eddie stands with wide eyes, the door slowly closing shut behind him as he sees their heads staring directly at him.

“Oh. Hey Star!” he snaps out of his sudden freeze at feeling targeted and walks toward her.

“Hey!” Her voice changed and Steve noticed.

“Oh.” Steve says quietly with a nod.

“What are you doing here?” Eddie asks absent-minded side-eyeing, Steve, with no goodwill behind them. Eddie subtly marked his territory by putting his body between hers and Steve’s.

“Getting a pap smear. What’s it look like? I’m getting a movie, Eddie.” She rolled her eyes and laughed, lightly smacking him in the chest with the copy of Dune. Star noted that Steve had laughed at her joke. Eddie’s mouth was in a tight line as he looked over at Steve again.

“Hey, Harrington.”

“Munson.” They nodded silently.

“Oh, you know each other?”

“Yeah Stevie’s friends here liked to beat me up when I was a freshman.” The bite was clear in his voice.

“EX friends. Those guys are assholes. Sorry about that. We were dipshit kids.”

The apology shocked the hell out of Eddie.

“He’s reformed!” Robin adds trying to help.

“Yeah. Former asshole.” He put a hand to his chest. “Self-diagnosed.” He shrugged.

“You could’ve just said you knew each other from school but okay.” Star furrowed her brow at Eddie, surprised to see him recoiled at this guy she was getting no bad vibes from. “He was trying to help me choose between these two.”

Eddie looked at her, less angry and a touch more scared now. She was a bit confused by it.

“Oh Dune.” He switches his attention to the tape now in his hands. “Are you finally gonna watch it?” His voice perked up a bit and Steve was highly intrigued. Was he the friend she mentioned?

Star didn’t have a long attention span unless it was something she was deeply enthralled by. Eddie was the same except somehow even worse. He loved Dune and she couldn’t give a fuck less. But that wounded animal she saw a flash in his eyes made her a little too upset to not act on it.

“If you watch it with me I’ll watch it.” She offered.

“Uh yeah duh.” He shook his head. “I’ve been trying for weeks!”

“Then I’m giving in.” She threw her hands up in defeat. She turned to put her other movie back on the shelf. “How about you get this, I’ll get the beer and make a deep dish on Sunday.”

“Hell yeah.” He beams at her, not a speck of sad puppy in those big brown eyes anymore.

“I’m gonna head to work before you boys make me late.” She looks at her watch and begins to walk away. “See you in the morning, Eddie.” She waves as she walks towards the door.

“Think about what I said alright?” Steve shouted her way and she was impressed with any man’s ability to be standing next to Eddie in defense mode and still shoot his shot. Eddie was a guard dog when it came to other guys. A repellent she had loved having around.

“Maybe.” She said in an almost sing-song as she let the door close by itself behind her.

“Man. Deep dish pizza? Now I’m hungry.” Steve grumbled and rubbed his stomach as he made his way away from Eddie who he could feel shooting daggers at him.

Star sat with ice to her brow, slumped over in a chair outside the principal's office. To everyone’s surprise but her own, she hadn’t been in this position many times. She knew you didn’t fight during school. But one too many jabs at her with the new nickname had made her snap on the girl with the high pony after gym class in the locker room. Her stomach was rumbling and she was missing lunch. She figured news had spread already and the group would be finding out soon enough. She concentrated on the scratches on her arms, wondering how bad the damage looked on her face when footsteps made their way down the secluded corridor. Her large plastic bag of ice wrapped in a dish towel blocked one side of the hall from view. She heard the click of high heels coming her way and chose to ignore it.

“Aw, c’mon don’t call my dad.”

“That’s exactly what we’re going to do. We’re going to call your dad and your uncle and have this straightened out.”

“Nothing to straighten out. His son is an asshole.” She turned quickly and saw Eddie getting dragged by his sleeve by a teacher. She shoved him into the seat next to him. “Stay here.” She picked up her radio. “Has the nurse left yet?” Her angry voice carried down the hall dragging the guy with his hands to his face behind her. Star moved the ice pack and upon inspection, handed it to Eddie instead.

“You too huh?” she turned in her chair to look him over. She held his chin and pushed back his hair from his face.

“Yeah.” He sighed.

“You don’t look too bad.” His brow was hit but not much else besides a torn shirt collar.

“You’ve looked better.” He smiled at her.

“You should see the other guy.”

“You fought a GUY?” His eyes go wide and his voice gets loud. She shushes him and laughs.

“No.” She has her hands on his thigh. “That guy's girlfriend.” She nodded her head in the direction he left.

“What made you do it?”

“What made you?”’she asked back.

“I asked you first.” He grinned then winced.

“Krueger. Wouldn’t shut up in the locker room after class.”

“Yeah, same.” Eddie's smile faded. She opened her mouth to speak but he cut her off “I know you said not to, save it!” He shook his hand at her. “I’m not going to let them say things like that about you. They don’t get to talk about you like that.” His face huffed into an angry pout.

Star's heart did a big whump in her chest. She took his hand into both of hers. She noted the bloody knuckles. She looked down the small corridor both ways and then planted a kiss on Eddie's cheek.

She didn’t go far, his face turned towards her, less than a foot away from each other. Their eyes held each other's gaze for a moment before wandering and seeing the injuries on the other's faces. The time spent looking at the others' lips didn't go unnoticed. His thumb rubs the back of her hand. His small gesture of affection.

“What’s that for?” His voice was so delicate and light.

“A thank you.” She whispered. “For defending me.” She tilted her head, her earth-toned eyes open and giving. “You don’t have to. But you do. Stubborn bull.” She gives him a warm smile.

“I do have to. I tried not to. I can’t.” Their voices were barely above a whisper but his eyes and lips moved to show he meant what he said. She paused and looked his face over and put her hand to his chin to pinch it playfully.

“You’re too good to me, pretty boy. You know that?” He felt a warmth flush across his cheeks. As she scrunched her nose and shooked her head at him the way you might a cute puppy.

“Looks like you were right then, huh?” Her brow lowers a moment, not understanding. “The night we first met. At the party.” His voice was calm and comforting, the words coming out as warm as the memory made him feel. “Before you left you told me, ‘I bet you’d be good to me wouldn’t you, pretty boy?’” A tug at the corner of his mouth showed his amusement but his tired eyes remained soft and loving.

“I think it’s a sign I should listen to my intuition more often.” She looked around thoughtfully before her eyes landed on his lips. He nervously licked them. He didn’t mean to but feeling like she was looking at them made him twitchy with anticipation. Her eyes moved to his as her thoughts shifted, he could see them pass like storm clouds in her eyes, he’d swear it.

“You should.”

“Don’t tell anyone I said this- but you’re right.” She smiled, moving to reach for his hand that held the bag of ice. “Here, I’ll hold it.” She used the soft, vaguely femininely flourished tone that he only hears from her in moments with him alone. “Are you okay?”

“It got broken up fast. I'm fine. You?”

“No teachers in the locker room so we went for longer.” She chuckled and let go of his hands, showing the scratches and bloody knuckles that matched his. “She only knew how to slap, scratch, and pull hair.”

Eddie takes the opportunity to put his hand gently on her, first the warmth of his calloused fingertips ghosted over her forearms, taking her hand delicately into his to compare knuckles for a moment. He then did as she had done, pushing her hair back to see the damage. The neck of her shirt was stretched and torn just like a few places on her cardigan. Scratches were on her face, neck, and disappearing under the misshapen shirt. He brought the same delicate touch to her soft jawline.

“How much damage did you roll on her?” He grinned and tugged the fallen shoulder of her cardigan back up.

“A one.” She stated before holding up a fist. “Then another one.” She grinned as she held both fists up. She watched Eddie’s face light up and forget he was hurt for a moment before wincing but his laugh was continuous.

“And you tell me I'M the cute dumb one.” He gives her the same charming smile that happens when he isn’t trying. He rolls his eyes and smacks her hands down before retaking his position of holding her hand after an affectionate pat.

Eddie was walking around downtown, hand shoved in his pockets and his lip being chewed while he was in thought. His usual layers of leather jacket and battle vest were enough to keep the wind chill away for now. He knew winter was going to set in fast and he’d be stuck inside for months, so he was trying to not spend all his time in his room while he was broke. He didn’t want to waste the gas driving around and listening to music like he usually would. He knew his side business would pick up soon with people being stuck inside they were going to want something to take away the boredom. He just had to wait it out. So as he strolled down, avoiding eye contact and bumping shoulders, he stared at the guitars in the window of the pawn shop.

“EDDIE!” he heard a screech from the other side of the street. He turned with a startled jump to the sound. Star was sprinting out of the diner in her waitress uniform. She started across the street with a bounding jump and a car screeched to a halt in front of her. She smacked the hood of the car. “Watch where you’re going!” she shouted, despite being in the wrong. “Oh Eddie, thank god.” she panted out, catching her breath.

Eddie hadn’t seen her in her uniform before, and she’d done this on purpose. He only knew she hated it with a passion. He couldn’t understand why for as good as she looked in. It was almost campy, a 50’s style robins egg blue waitress dress that had a little white collar and hem around its rounded sleeves. It nipped in at the waist with the tie of her apron in a bow and flared out to hit her right above the knee. She wore little white tennis shoes with slouchy white socks, a touch of modern times thrown in with the whole ensemble. As her chest fell and rose quickly, her hand resting on it as it did so he couldn’t help but let his eyes fall there. It was hard work not looking at her chest. He always had a certain level of awareness, trying to pretend her full chest with its seemingly near-constant hard nipples wasn’t beckoning to him. But she looked different. They seemed, bigger? No. He realizes she’s wearing a bra. In no way did she look bad before but with the cut of the dress, she was a dead ringer for a coke bottle. Maybe with a slightly wider base.

“You good?” he asked with a raised brow in concern.

“I need a favor.” she took a big breath and stood back up normally. He blankly stared at her for a moment. “I was working and wondering what to do and then I saw you and bolted. In hindsight maybe a bit extreme of a reaction.” she swayed her head in consideration.

“A little.” his face fell friendly again. “What do you need? I don’t think I can cover your shift. That dress isn’t my color.” She let out her real laugh for a moment, one that was deep and throaty and a little dumb sounding. He loved it.

“Very funny.” she rolled her eyes. “I'm covering for someone's shift so I’m working a double tonight. Would you be a saint and feed the cats?” she put her hands together as if she was praying. “I was supposed to get off at 9 so if you could feed them around then I would owe you big time.”

“Oh. That’s all? Yeah, no problem.” he shrugged and gave her a questioning smile.

“Really?” she clapped her hands together once. “Oh bless you.” she leaned forward and in one seamless motion grabbed the sides of his face and planted a kiss on his lips. It was only for a second, but it felt like a minute for Eddie. “I owe you!” she says earnestly, mushing his cheeks. She turns back to the road and begins to make her way back to the diner. “You remember where the key is right?” she shouted.

“Y-yeah.” he managed to force out.

“Thank you!” she shouted again before heading back to the diner.

Meanwhile, Eddie turned slightly, still a bit stunned. His face did not attempt to hide this shock. The employee of the pawn shop came out, someone that looked vaguely familiar to Eddie, having heard the shouting and watched the kiss go down.

“Nice.” he gave Eddie a knowing grin.

Being the diligent friend Eddie was he made his way to Star’s house by 9:30. He’d taken a nice leisurely walk through the woods that separated their houses, it was a shorter distance and he also didn’t have to drive this way. He was thankful she had no neighbors as he slapped his hands around trying to find her spare key around her front door. He finds and cracks the door of the trailer open to find two very annoyed cats.

“I know I’m not your mom but I’m here to feed you. Sorry. I know.” he talked to them as he made his way in, now knowing where to touch to turn on a lamp. Both moon and Ozzy begin wailing as he makes his way to the cupboard. “Oh, all of a sudden I’m your best friend when I’m getting the food? I see how it is.” He grinned as Ozzy jumped into the counter to trill at him. “I know you’re my friend all the time aren't cha?” He scrunches his nose and leans forward over the counter to touch it to Ozzys. “She buys you all this fancy cat food.” He said not understanding why Star insisted on the wet, expensive kind when she went shopping. “You guys worth it?” He asked as he began opening the cans and Moon made her way around his ankles. A loud flash of lightning flashed in the window in front of him. The not far-off rumble of thunder shook the small trailer. Eddie fumbled for the cat food and Ozzy began locking the counter where the oil had dropped. “Shit.” He muttered. It’d been too dark to tell a storm was coming in on his way over. But with the sway of the trees, it was obvious to him now. He sat the saucers of food on the floor and moves to switch on the radio.

“A severe thunderstorm warning is under effect for Hawkins and surrounding areas until after midnight tonight. Be sure to keep indoors and-“ Eddie flicked the knob back off.

“Guess we’re gonna be spending some quality time together.” He squatted down to pet the cat's ears to tail tip as they ate. “You wanna hang out with me for a while?” He asked rhetorically. “I don’t think Star would mind if I waited it out in here.” He convinced himself of it by saying it aloud.

The rain started quickly and beat down on the side of the trailer. It was a little louder than it would’ve been in his room at home but the sound of the water against the metal exterior was familiar and comforting to him. He chuckled at the excited eating noises of the cats and the tink of their tiny teeth on the saucers.

“You guys are pretty cute.” He muses, looking around the dimly lit trailer. “I guess I should find something to keep you busy.” He hums to himself, looking around and trying to find any of their toys. “Or maybe treats? You have those?” he chews his lip and begins his fumbling about. He checked the cupboards to no avail. So he moves to one side of the room and works his way around. He finds the drawer by her altar full of things he was a little scared of asking what they were for. Especially the rather lovely dagger. He carefully pushes the drawer back in its place, remembering how she yelled at him for touching one of her candles and not wanting a repeat.

He moved from spot to spot, a chest of drawers full of her underwear made him blush and giggle to himself. He made his way to her bed.

He knew he’d seen her with small toy mice and the feather and string on a stick before. So he puts his hand between the bed and its frame, thinking maybe they were wedged in. He knew things fell between his bed and the wall all the time. He found something, not suspecting much, and wrapped his hand around it and pulled it out. He startled slightly when he found he was holding a vibrator in his hand. He smirked and looked it over, turning it on and being surprised at how strong it was.

“Naughty girl.” He said to himself quietly as he placed it back where he found it.

He looked at her bedside table; shelves, drawers, and a bin filled with books, crystals, cassettes, notebooks, some errant empty paint tubes, and a pencil case full of her special pencils she wouldn’t let him write with. She had her smoking paraphernalia, an ashtray, and pipe he knew she likes to use before she went to sleep.

He opened the top drawer to find a few medicine bottles, some satchels, and tiny jars filled with her spells. There wasn’t much that surprised him, but when he looked to the back of the drawer the box of condoms, lube, and the pack of birth control pills did a little. His eyebrow raised, curious if she used them. And with who if she did. He didn’t linger on the thought long as when he jiggled the drawer to shut it her journal fell to the floor.

It landed spine-side down, open to a two-page spread. He shifted his eyes around as if someone was there judging him as to what his next move would be. He would normally close it and try not to look and pretend it never happened. But this was Star. He wanted to know more about her and the idea of getting to see even a glimpse inside her journal made his heart race a little.

A meow can be heard from the now full and loving cats.

“I didn’t knock it off on purpose.” He harshly whispers. They look at him for a moment before moving to the kitchenette booth to snuggle up and wash each other. He stares at the pages, which are not legible in the dim light of this end of the trailer. A lightning bolt illuminates the space for a moment and he lets out a small sound of curiosity as he breaks and picks up the notebook. He carries it to where the lamp was and takes it in. It was him.

Finely done pencil drawings of him took up almost two entire pages. In one he was asleep, cheek mushed and lips pouted out. They were so good he didn’t know if was more shocked by the quality of them or the fact that they were of him. She’d drawn him while he napped. His face went soft, an involuntary hand to his chest as he felt an achy flutter rise. There were others. A close-up of his hand with its ringed fingers gripping into a pillow. One of him with his hair mostly in his face while he was writing something. The largest took up most of one page. It was him laughing. There was a bit of color added into this one with brown in his eyes and red flushed to his cheeks and lips. His fingers traced it, knowing she had to have done this one from memory. Feelings of affection in all its forms bubble up inside him. Eddie doubted a lot of his relationships. He was afraid if he wasn’t around that no one would remember him. The vision of her without him, sitting and recalling his face and committing it to memory made him miss her. He wished she would’ve shared this with him. It meant so much to him. But then again, maybe that’s why she didn’t.

Star drove home in the same storm that had trapped Eddie at her place. Her feet hurt with every step, and her back ached with every twitch of a muscle. She was bone tired.

She fumbled the keys into the lock and made her way into the trailer. A soft meow of greeting met her as she looked to the bed. Lightning and moonlight danced into the window by the bed to illuminate the space below. There was Eddie, sans layers and shoes, asleep in her bed with the cats snuggled up on him. A sincere smile spread across her tired face. She sat her bag down, moving to turn on a light but it seemed the power was out. She sighed and stood and looked at the sleeping beauty for a moment. He looked like a grown cherub when he slept. She wondered how no one else seemed to see how beautiful he was. As she moved around the space the cats rose and jumped off the bed, waking him.

“Mmph oh Star.” His voice heavy with sleep sounded soothing in her tired star. Any other time it would’ve awoken different feelings.

“Hey, Eddie.” She approached him, keeping her hand on his shoulder to keep him laid on the bed.

“I walked and it started storming once I got here and-“ she shushed him, rubbing his arm and a soft hand pushing his hair off his face. He let his full weight rest on the pillow at the soft touch.

“That’s fine. I’m glad you’re here. I'm gonna change and get in bed.” With that, she rose and walked to the farthest side of the trailer.

With sleepy eyes he watched her. He grunted and resituated, hugging the pillow. She took down the slicked-back bun her hair had been in for work. She dug her fingers into her hair and groaned at the relief. He watched her and it felt like a dream, the soft focus beginning of a wet dream. With her back to him, she pulled off her t-shirt, having changed out of her uniform before leaving work. She pulled her jeans down, moonlight and lightning just enough to see she wore panties and nothing else. She reached and got a nightgown off a pile of clothes and returned to him.

“Eddie… baby… let me in.” She whispered. “Let’s get under the covers.” He grunts and tries to compose himself to move closer to the wall. “Here.” She leaned over him after they managed to pull the comforter out. “You wanna take these off? I don’t want to cuddle with denim.” She tugs at the leg of his jeans.

“Denim?” He grumbled and looked down.

“Pants off hun. Mama doesn’t want 'em on.” she grinned at his sleepy face and messy hair.

“Oh. Kay.” He undid the belt and zipper and she took care of the rest. “Oh woah hey, almost took my panties with 'em.” he had a dopey smile on his face as he tugged his boxers up.

“Wouldn't that be tragic?” She chuckled, laying them on the floor and crawling into bed with him.

“Is it okay that I stayed?” He asked as she started to settle next to him.

“I’m glad you’re here.” She said before getting her pillow adjusted and with no hesitation, she pulled him against her. “C’mere.”

“You wanna cuddle?” He asked before following her command of patting her chest.

“Yeah.” She sighed. She sounded so tired he thought. She scooted above him just slightly, bringing his head to her chest. He wrapped around her middle and happily let his face rest on her boobs with a groan and a nuzzle as she rest her hand on the back of his head. She threw a leg over him and he used his arm to make sure she was covered. His leg wedged between hers, fitting together like wonky puzzle pieces.

“You okay?” He asked from the comfort of her soft chest.

“I am now.” She murmured, shamelessly mushing her face into his soft waves. She inhaled his smell and savored it. She didn’t care for being alone when big storms hit. She’d been locked out by her ex during a storm once and that’s all it’d taken for her to become uncomfortable with them. It wasn’t like the last time she called him over but seeing him was exactly what she’d wanted but didn’t think she’d get to end the day. He was her comfort now. He was her safe space. “Night Eddie baby.” She sighed and kissed his head. He didn’t know what he’d done to deserve this sort of love and care but he wouldn’t do anything to chance to make it stop. In his sleep-fuzzed mind, he found the appropriate response to be a kiss on her skin wherever his lips had been.

“Night, Sweetheart.” he sighed out as he wrapped his arms tighter around her.

“Where are you going?” The current manager asked Star as she appeared out of the back room no longer in uniform.

“I’m leaving.” Star stated with no question.

“No, we had Cheryl call out.”

“And?” She raised her brows, a hip popped out to assert her certainty.

“We need you to cover for her.”

“That sounds like a you problem.” She answered and started walking to the door.

“Excuse you?” The tone was entirely confrontational.

“I’ve asked for a Tuesday night off for weeks and I finally have it. I’m not staying. I have plans.” To be so young her confidence threw off her manager who expected young people to be dumb and easily manipulated.

“If you leave-“

“No. Don’t start that. I’ve heard it before. I’m not a manager. I don’t manage the employees, that’s you. You can find someone to fill in. I’m taking my -already approved for weeks- night off. See you tomorrow.” And with that, she was gone.

She sat on a stool close to the small stage at the bar where Eddie’s band was supposed to play. There was the equipment set up but no sign of them yet. There’d been a guy with an acoustic guitar doing a short set of country songs. She couldn’t handle much of that sober and flirted and bribed her way into getting a drink from the bartender. She wasn’t above it.

She had plenty of time to observe the space and agreed with Eddie that it certainly was the Garden. It wasn’t even a club, the only music was live or an outdated jukebox. The overwhelmingly wooden interior wasn’t exactly engaging to the eyes. She’d never seen so many different shades of wood before. From the ceiling to the floor and everything between was some patched and lacquered, mismatched grain. It made her miss her old home but she also let herself see the small town charm of it all. She’d been in dives before and enjoyed the niche sort of odd nostalgia they made you feel. The Hideaway was no different.

It was now October and her preferred method of dress was disrupted. She was forced to wear tights under her skirts which she hated the restricting feeling of on her skin or opt for pants. Tonight had been the first time she’d put effort into an outfit for a purpose in a very long time. She wanted to support Eddie. And to a lesser extent the other guys she’d been trying to foster friendships with. She’s opted out of her usual earth-toned color palette, going with black boots and jeans with dark layers of shirts and sweaters. Her oversized acid wash denim jacket and the knit scarves and hats she’d made had been serving her well lately in keeping out the cold. As harsh as winter could be in Hawkins it’s nowhere near as bad as back home.

A doorway to the back of the bar opened and the boys she knew all appeared out of it. They’d all left their guitars on stage except Eddie. He loved that thing more than he loved anything on the planet and the thought of him cradling it while he waited anxiously to go on stage made Star smile. She’d told him she’d be there tonight. But the way his smile deepened the lines on his face as he beamed at the sight of her made her wonder if he’d questioned it. If her demand for this night off and her defense of it got her fired, that reaction from him made it worth it.

She smiled back and waved. The other guys gave her a mix of tough guy head nods of acknowledgment and childishly excited waves in response. She felt like a parent going to see their kids in a play. When she’d watched guys she was dating in the past it had never felt as affectionate as this had. Maybe that’s because the guys she dated were dicks who didn’t care if she was there or not. Their nonchalant facial expressions that had driven her mad before were nothing compared to the focused face Eddie wore when he played. He might’ve been ignoring her just like an old boyfriend but it was because he was living in the moment completely. She envied him for that.

He started with a shout, one that brought a smirk to her fast in the animalistic nature of it. Then his fingers started moving so fast she’d wondered if smoke would appear. No wonder his hands were so calloused. He’d earned them. She’d drawn him before when he would be enthralled with creating a new D and D campaign and this face wasn’t much different. His dark brown eyes seemed to turn black with dilated pupils that gave away the pleasure he was deriving from the activity. She was able to pry her eyes off his gorgeous face for a moment to appreciate the rest of him to a soundtrack of metal with lyrics of faraway lands, battles, and monsters.

He’d taken her advice on using his body as an extension of the guitar to express the way the music moved him. He snaked his neck and dipped. His hair was a perfect chestnut curtain around his hardened face, flowing and bouncing. It got progressively wetter as the set went on. The same could be said for her in all fairness. The intensity of his passion for playing was clear. It was easy to see him as a goofball sidekick. As her cuddle buddy and best friend. But this Eddie? He fucked. His head bobbed to the rhythm, the chain around his neck glinting in the stage lights. His brow would go low and he’d wince his face as if he was in pain. She was immediately sent flashes from her overactive imagination of him having the same expression and motions when he fucked. When he put his leg up on an amp and moved his hips to the whine of his guitar she audibly gulped. She took a deep breath and an even deeper drink of her beer. She’d clapped and cheered and been the only one doing so the entire time. She felt exhausted. There’d been a tension in her body she couldn’t ignore when she watched him like that. She knew and admitted openly she thought Eddie was beautiful. But for what felt like the first time, she was undeniably attracted and turned on by him.

They all fall back into the back hallway, and without asking permission she follows. Eddie takes his guitar and spins it to his back, lighting up a cigarette outside the back door with the rest of the band. She felt like she needed one too.

She came out after them, an angry seeming stomp directly at Eddie. The other guys flinched as she lunged at him and grabbed both sides of his face. He was thrown into the flashback of her kissing him, but what she did instead meant more to him.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were so fucking good?!” Her voice was loud and if the small unbelievable laugh after her words hadn't happened everyone would’ve thought she was angry.

She watched his face go from fear to adoration. A wide-eyed gawk turned into an eye-crinkling smile that grew slowly and deliberately as his face softened until it showed his teeth in its sincerity. She didn’t need words for a response when he looked at her like that. He felt good and knew she meant it. That’s what she wanted for him.

“All of you!” She released Eddie’s face who stepped to the side as she shoved each guy's shoulder and complimented them. He took a drag of his cigarette and relished in the praise for a moment, still coming down from playing.

“I know I’m a sarcastic fuck a lot of the time but I swear that I’m not bullshitting you. I expected to have to pull a smile and give you guys a little bit of shit for being out of tune or offbeat but…” she threw her arms up in the air. “All I can say is I’m impressed as hell.”

They all looked sheepish at the aggressive praise but Eddie relished it. He’d had a lot more practice at being on the receiving end of it.

“See? I told you she can be nice.” Eddie grinned, cigarette between his lips.

Star was sitting up in the crow's nest over the football field. She’d heard there was a sub in one of her later periods and decided to hide away and have some time to herself. She liked seeing the tree line at a high height. There was enough room among the AV equipment to lay out her notebook and colors. She loved the colors of autumn and was trying to capture them in her journal. A movement on the edge of the trees past the field caught her attention. Out popped a girl, she didn’t recognize her. Behind her appeared Eddie. Stars breath caught in her throat for a moment. She stared, watching Eddie make the girl laugh before they headed back towards the school and were out of sight. Star's frozen body snapped along with the point of the pencil she’d been pressing increasingly harder into the paper. He was out in the woods. With someone else. A girl. He was making her laugh. She was getting to see Eddie’s funny side. Not the gruff one that the general public got.

No.

No, Star was the only girl who got to know how funny he was. She was the one that got to sneak away with him. She was the one that got to make him laugh. She was the only girl that he got to-

“Oh hey, Star?!” Dustin’s voice broke her out of her growing downward spiral so much that she almost fell out of her chair with a graceless clatter of a caged animal. “What are you doing up here? Are you in the AV club too?” He sat down a microphone and watched with a laugh as she composed herself. She seemed even more on edge than usual. Her hands were shaking as she started to put away her things.

“No, I was skipping.” She said without looking his way and shook her head.

“Oh.” He shrugged. “You might wanna find somewhere else in about 20 minutes. We’re going to be setting up the broadcast equipment for the game later.”

She looked to her watch and rubbed her face.

“You okay?” He finally asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I'm fine. You just scared me.”

“Little old me?” He gave her a big smile and it did make her feel a little better.

“I was focused on… my drawing.” She flashed the page his way before shoving the book into her bag.

“Pretty.” He approves. “You don’t have to leave just yet. I'm early.” He offered her as he pulled out a chair.

“Okay. I’ll just…” she tightened her lips and turned back to put her hands on the tabletop.

“You sure you’re good?”

“I’m just… don’t worry about it, kid. I'm just a mess sometimes. I just try not to show it. I'm a little stressed out at the moment.” He confides in him, resting her arm on the desk.

“You know what they say is good for stress?” She raised a brow his way. “Drinking! And you know where you can get drinks? At a party.” He stated with his usual enthusiasm. Star stared blankly at him for a moment.

“Hun, I’m not following your point.” She waved a hand his way.

“Okay, I'm terrible at segues.” He mumbled. “My friend Steve is having a party and when he found out I knew you he wanted me to invite you.”

“Steve? Family video Steve?”

“The one and only.”

“You know him?” She was clearly confused at the off pairing. “He was talking to you about me? No offense Dusty but why is someone a year out of graduating talking about his love life with a 14-year-old?”

“It’s a long story.” Dustin sighed. “He dated Mikes's sister for a while and I met him through her. We ended up spending some time one on one a few times and he’s actually a really cool guy.”

“A 19-year-old is friends with a 14-year-old?”

“You’re 18 and my friend.” He gave a big brace-filled smile she had to return.

“So Steve, huh?” She looked away for a moment to think. “He’s having a party and wants to invite me?”

“Yeah, he thinks you’re hot.” She sat up straight with an almost scolding look. “HIS WORDS!” He held his hands up defensively. “He also said you were funny.”

“You’re a good wingman.” She grinned.

“Thanks.” He let a big smile overtake his face to where his eyes squinted. “Steve’s a good guy. He comes off a little stiff sometimes, don’t let the expensive shoes fool you.”

“This party?” She begins.

“Some of his old friends are coming in for fall break from college and he’s throwing a party for everyone. He likes that kind of thing.”

“So this isn’t a collared shirt and sweater wine tasting where we discuss our fathers stock portfolios kind of party?”

“I don’t know what half of that means but no. He was known for his parties when he went here.”

“So beer and dancing?”

“Oh yeah. He has this insane sound system!”

“Interesting.” She mumbled. “When is it?”

“Friday night.” There was Hellfire that night.

“Tell Steve that there’s a real chance I’ll be there.” She said with a smirk that Dustin didn’t understand. She chewed the inside of her cheek and looked away. She looked to the tree line again and felt a jolt in her stomach of emotion. “No. Tell him I’ll be there.”

That’s the funny thing about intuition. It’s not always what you think it is. Sometimes it’s a trauma response to act out to satiate your ignored base desires. Or simply because a boy hurt your feelings. But you never know until you’ve already fucked up.

Star was fueled by a lot of things. Generally boredom, constant horniness, and trauma. She’d been working so hard on healing while in Hawkins the urge to do something out of her routine was too much to ignore in her emotionally fragile state. She denied to herself she was indeed hurt. She told herself she deserved to have a good time.

Star had lost count of how many shots she’d had by the time she was alone with Steve in his room. He’d found her shortly after she arrived and found that he was very easy to be around. She flirted and he flirted back. They had their get-to-know-you conversation between rounds of dancing. Feeling a man move against her tapped into some feral for her. Suddenly she noticed how pretty his lashes were and how defined his cupid’s bow was.

And now she was here. In Steve’s bedroom with him pinned against a wall.

“We don’t have to-Mmph!” He began as she had him by the jaw and kissed him. “I meant it when I -ung said we could talk.” He gets out between deep kisses.

“What if I want to Steve?” She asked with her lips caressing his jaw.

“S-Star you’re… shit you’re smokin' hot, especially right now with the-the tongue on my- fuck my neck.” He stuttered and groaned as she ran her hand to his nape and pulled his hair tightly. “But I didn’t want you to think this is why I brought you up here.” He blurted out. “I’m not that kind of guy anymore. I-“

“Steve.” She moved back and bit his lower lip. “I will never do anything I don’t want to do. Understand? I'm doing this because I want to. We’re both smokin' hot and horny and we've had some drinks and danced and now we can have some more fun. Okay? We can talk later. ” She had her fingers to either side of his jaw and directed his face towards her despite him being a good deal taller than her.

“You sure?”

“I’m sure.”

She was not, in fact, sure.

The phone ringing woke Eddie up. He’d tried to ignore it but this was round three.

“What?!” He screeched out, not turning on a light or even opening his eyes.

“H-hey this is uh- Steve? Harrington. From the video store?”

“Fuck off.” He groaned.

“NO DON'T HANG UP PLEASE!” There was something desperate in his voice that made Eddie put the phone back to his ear. Eddie was silent and wondering if he was dreaming. “I’ve got Star here and this is the only number she’d tell me. I’m really sorry to call you man but she’s… well she’s trashed. Completely wasted and I don’t know where she lives. She certainly can’t tell me right now. She’s asking for you.”

Eddie opens his eyes and blinks. He had a hundred questions.

“Wh-why is- Star? Is she okay?” He switches on his light and rubs his eyes.

“I mean yes and no. She’ll be fine but right now she’s not she’s like I said she’s had more than one too many.”

“Is that him?” He could hear Star's voice whining in the background. He’d never heard her sound like that.

“Where are you? Why is she with YOU?” The emphasis on you was bitter even through the phone line.

“I had a party and she came. It’s at my house. Do you know where it is?”

“Yeah. I know.” Eddie let out a small growl.

“Thanks, man. I didn’t know what to do I-“ Eddie hung up on the chattering man and let out a shout of annoyance.

What the fuck was Star doing with Steve Harrington?

Eventually, Eddie found where Steves's room was. Star was on the bed, arms flopping as she slurred about something. Her top was loose and her hip showed from the slit in her skirt.

“Never thought I’d be happy to see you.” Steve said lightheartedly. Eddie took one look at Star and then charged at Steve. He shoved him with two hands the force was not to be questioned.

“What the fuck did you do to her?” He asks with fire in his eyes.

“Nothing!” Steve’s voice wavered, completely caught off guard. “She drank too much and I called you!”

“Bullshit! I’ve seen her blackout drunk and she’s NEVER acted like that.” He pointed to her with one hand and Steve’s almost distractingly soft sweater in his other.

“Have you ever seen her wasted on tequila?” Steve answered aggressively.

“Eddieeee.” He hears from her as she rolls to her stomach to look at him. She lopped her head on her arm like a pillow and had the dopiest happy smile on her face.

“Did you slip her something?” Eddie narrowed his eyes.

“Hey!” Steve took offense. “I don’t DO that shit man!” He knocked Eddie’s hands off him.

“Star? Are you okay? He hurt you?” Eddie asked, not moving from where he stood.

“Psh no! We had a great time!” She giggled. “Play nice Eddie baby.” She pouted. “Maybe you two can play nice with me.” She erupted into a fit of laughter, rolling back over onto her back.

“She is so god damned wasted.” Eddie said under his breath.

“I told you.” Steve groaned and felt the tension leave.

“What’s she doing here with you?” Eddie side-eyed Steve as he approached Star.

“I met her at work and thought she was cool and had Dustin invite her to the party.”

“Dustin invited her?”

“Yeah, I… asked him to. I knew they were kinda friends. And I didn’t know if she’d come back into work before tonight to ask.”

Eddie sighed, standing at the edge of the bed and seeing Star's eyes rolling in their sockets.

“You always get kids to ask girls out for you?” He didn't laugh but Steve felt the burn of the insult.

“I asked her out at work but she said she didn’t think I was her type.”

“I didn’t think you were either.” He moves his attention to her. He pulled her up as she let out a childish and rather adorable sound of dizziness and enjoyment. “C’mon sweetheart.” He grunted.

“Eddieeee.” She cooed again as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Can you get the door?” Eddie asked with Star in his arms, she was mewling into his ear and kissing his cheek the entire time he carried her to his van.

“I was waiting on you babe.” She sighed. “I missed you.” She pouted. “Wanted to see my pretty boy.” She gave him noisy presses of lips to his cheek. She then blew a raspberry on him and erupted into laughter. She kicked her legs as he managed to get her into the passenger seat.

“Thanks.” Eddie said, resting on the door for a moment.

“I think I know what she meant by not her type now.” Steve said watching Star try to figure out where she was.

“Huh?” Eddie’s lip turned up.

“Look, if you two have something goin' on just say the word man and I won’t hit on her again. She said she was single.”

Eddie blinks rapidly for a moment. Considering what he’d just been told. He was shocked Steve was stacking up against the grand image Dustin had painted of him.

“We don’t-“ he looked at Star who was trying to figure out how to use a seat belt.

“Pretty boy? Baby?” Steve smirked. “She didn’t tear up while I held her hair back talking about how you hurt her feelings because you’re just friends, man.”

Once again Eddie looked from Steve to her. She was holding out a belt, twisted around her arm, and pouting.

“Eddie I broke it.”

“No, you didn’t. Here.” he spoke softly with her and untangled her, snapping her in. To Steve's surprise, Eddie’s face was as somber as he’d seen it. “Did she say what I did?”

“Nothing I could understand. I’m not sure if she knows to be perfectly honest.” He scratched his head.

“Well as long as no one knows.” He rolled his eyes and straightened his posture. “I need to get her home.” he said closing the door and she’d already pressed her face against the cold glass.

“Yeah, you two need to… talk.” Steve suggested. He held his hands up in defense when Eddie shot him a look. “Girls don’t get this drunk when things are okay.” Steve explained with a serious expression. “Believe me. I know from experience.” He put his hands on his hips remembering the night Nancy broke his heart.

“Hey man- sorry about earlier.” Eddie offered in condolence to the new acquaintance with sad eyes.

“No, you’ve probably heard some pretty terrible shit about me. I get it. You’re protective over her.” He nodded in sincerity. “Don’t give her too much shit for getting so drunk. She’s a good girl. There’s just something… sad in there.” He narrowed his eyes and waved to Star who returned it earnestly.

“I know.” Eddie sighed and knew he’d never seen her face as happy as it was as she looked at him wasted.

“You’re mad at me.” She pouted as he put her on her bed.

“I’m not mad.” He groaned. “Disappointed maybe.” He mumbled.

“You are. That’s what guys sound like when they’re mad.” She insisted.

“I’m tired, sweetheart okay? I’m not mad. Let’s get you changed.”

“I know.” She said with glassy eyes and a wobbly balance. She stripped her shirt off and Eddie handed her a nightgown. Refusing to have the memory of her naked chest be connected to this terrible night he averted his eyes. Luckily for him, she did it without thinking much. Muscle memory. “I know what I can do to make you not mad.” She reached for him and led him to her after he laid his jackets over the kitchenette booth. “You want me to suck your cock, Eddie?” She whispered with a smirk on her face. He jolted from the shock of hearing her say something like that.

“No. Star, ugh, no I don’t. Jesus Christ.” He groaned and pried her hands off his arm.

“But I’m reeeeeal good at it.” She pouted.

He moved to the sink and got her a glass of water.

“I’m sure you are.” He said with a nod and handed her the glass. “Both hands.” A gentle order. “Drink.” She kept her wide wet eyes on him the entire time. She eventually stopped and gasped after downing the glass.

“I have to Eddie.” She started right back up again, grabbing him by his wallet chain.

“No, you don’t.” He took her wrists and put them back down at her sides. She whined and whimpered as he took off her shoes and pulled her skirt off. He drew back the sheets on her bed.

“That’s what I do when you’re mad and then you’re not mad anymore.”

“Star… look at me.” She did so and the sadness he saw in her eyes hurt him deeply. “I’m gonna get you some bread and we’re gonna lay down.” Be held her chin gently and was surprised when a tear ran down her cheek.

“Don’t be mad at me, please. Don’t leave me Eddie.” Her bottom lip quivered like a child.

“Shush. Star, I’m not leaving.” He got on his knees in front of her and held her face. “What's wrong?”

“I’m sorry.” She sniffled.

“You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Then why did you -“ the next words came out in a slurred wail as she started crying. Eddie was at a bit of a loss.

“Calm down. Breathe.” He blew in her face to get her attention and try to remind her how to breathe.

“Just Lemme..” her hands went for his belt.

“Star. No!” He shouted in her face, smacking her hands.

“Why? It’s what he did?”

“Who?” His brow went into a hard furrow.

“He’d get mad and then I’d suck his dick and he’d stop being mean to me.” the tears were silent as they fell now. “I don’t want you to be mad at me.” Her face contorted like a child having a meltdown and in many ways, that’s what it was.

Eddie's heart aches for her with a harsh realization coming over him about her life before Hawkins.

“Star, baby, come here.” He pulled her into a tight hug as she cried. He rest his hand on her head and squeezed her against him. “I’m not mad. I’m not leaving you. I’m sorry if you’re upset, okay? But you’re gonna be fine. I’m not- no one’s gonna hurt you anymore. I’d-“ he swallowed hard and almost made himself choke up with emotion. “I’d never do that to you.” He took her sweet swollen cherub face into his hands. “You’re safe Star. I’m never leaving you. You got it?” His eyes prickled with tears for all the times he never had someone say these words to him. The scared inner child of Eddie was neglected and lonely. He never wanted anyone else to feel the way he had.

“Promise?” There was almost an intelligence behind her eyes for a moment.

“Promise.” He whispered and wiped her tears with his thumbs. He kissed her forehead and she pulled him back into a tight embrace. “I’m so sorry Star.” He knew she wouldn’t remember any of this and it was for the better.

He stood outside with a cigarette and still hadn’t put his coat back on. After dealing with Star he needed the cold to calm him down.

He heard the house door squeak as Robbie came out, still in work clothes.

“Sorry if we were too loud coming in, she’s drunk as hell and having a rough night.”

“I figured she would be.” Robbie lit his own cigarette and sighed. “She was acting a little distant when she left.” The silence hung for a moment and Eddie didn’t know what to say. “She pulls away and she drinks when she’s hurting. And that’s when she needs someone the most. When she’s pushing them away the hardest.” He presented this wisdom so casually, that Eddie blinked in contemplation of it.

“I don’t know what upset her.”

“Might’ve not been you.” Robbie shook his head. “Poor girl has plenty to be upset about that has nothing to do with you.” Robbie wagged a finger at Eddie. “I’m glad she’s got, you Eddie.” Robbie nodded appreciatively. “You’re the best thing that’s happened to her in a long time. She trusts you. Talks about you all the time. You’re a good man. She needs a good influence in her life.”

“That’s the first and only time anyone would ever say that about me.” Eddie huffed out a confused laugh.

“People are stupid.” Robbie rolled his eyes. “You’re there for her. You’re her friend. You brought her home tonight and tucked her in for fucks sake.” He chuckled. “That’s a good man right there” he gave a stern nod and finished his cigarette.

“Thanks. I… try.” Eddie humbly accepts.

“Don’t tell her I said anything to you. She’d be embarrassed, the sensitive little thing.” He shook his head and looked at the trailer.

“I know better.” Eddie smiled and let out a big exhale he’d needed.

Eddie stayed awake As long as he could to make sure Star didn’t go out like a rockstar and choke on her vomit. So when she was up before him he wasn’t that surprised. She looked rough. Her hair was wet and she was mixing some of her herbs and oils in a small jar at the counter. She had taken a shower and was now mixing herself a hangover helper.

“How bad was it?” Her voice was a bit gravely, she didn’t even turn to look at him.

“Pretty bad.” He grunted out as he stretched out and made a loud noise.

She sighed and hung her head for a moment, closing her eyes. He saw her mutter some words before shooting back the mixture.

“Ugh. Bleck. God.” She stuck her tongue out and gagged slightly. She raised the small jar in his direction. “Works but fuck it’s nasty.” she groaned. She picked up her still wet toothbrush and brushed her teeth again to get the taste out of her mouth. She then grabs a can of soda and tossed one Eddie’s way. She stands on the edge of the counter close to the bed where Eddie was curiously watching her. With her hip propped out and lean, she sighs. “Okay. Give it to me straight doc.” She asks before taking a swig.

“Where should I even start?” Eddie’s eyes flashed large for a moment, only half joking and following her lead by taking a drink.

“We could do a CliffsNotes version? Top 3, Bottom 3 embarrassing things. I drank the expensive tequila I know it’s gonna be bad.”

“Maybe less bad than you’re expecting?” Eddie suggested empathetically.

“Did I fight anyone?” Eddie laughed and shook his head.

“No, you didn’t.” He grinned. “What’s the last thing you remember?” Star closed her eyes and tried to go back.

“I left here, I went to the party and hung out with Steve. All night. We drank, we danced. Then we went up to his room. And I made out with him. And that’s all I’ve got.” She’d paced her information, fingers to her temples to try to massage out the memory. Eddie frowned at hearing her confirm what he was afraid of. This did not go unnoticed. “What’s that face for?”

“Steve failed to mention the bit about you guys sucking face.” His lips pursed and he took another drink to hide.

“I’m guessing you came and picked some up? Steve called you?”

“It’s the only number you’d give him he said.” She pouted her lips and bobbed her head. Yeah, that made sense. “You were blackout, throwing up, couldn’t stand on your own drunk.”

“Tequila.” She said with fake enthusiasm.

“Did tequila have anything to do with you making out with Steve?”

She shrugged and suddenly the conversation felt awkward. That wasn’t a feeling between them she was used to.

“He invited me over. Being chronically bored and horny all the time had the most to do with it. Add in being drunk, yeah I guess it did.”

“Bored and horny huh?” he scoffed. “I didn’t think he was your type.” Eddie remains conservative about his feelings on the subject.

“He’s not. Too much money.” She scrunched her nose. “Not enough grit.” She made a fist. The observation give Eddie hope on something he’d always been ashamed of. “He’s a nice guy, don’t get me wrong. But I don’t wanna like… be his girlfriend or some shit.” She side-eyed Eddie who was ignoring her glare.

“So you don’t like him but you make out with him? Or you guys could’ve… ya know. I don’t know he didn’t even say you guys kissed so.” He shrugged hard and his arms flipped on his thighs.

“I didn’t fuck him, Eddie.” The harshness in her defense of herself that she felt didn’t need to be said made him look at her. “And yeah. We talked about this. I can make out or do whatever with people that I’m not romantically interested in.” Her brow was low and he was feeling attacked. She took a drink and looked away.

“I just thought it was weird you don’t even mention this guy to me and then next thing I know I’m getting a call in the middle of the night to come get you from his house.” He spoke with his hands stiffly, looking at the floor.

“Well you’re making out or fucking or whatever other girls and not telling me about it!” It came out as jealous and defensive as she really was. She didn’t want it to, but she was hungover and he was being a bit of a judgemental prick.

“I what?” He stuttered and returned to look at her.

“I saw you coming out of the woods with some little bleach blonde the other day. You were making jokes and she was eating that shit right out of your hand.” Maybe she was projecting a bit but most of that statement was true.

“Star.” His head moves forward and he slumps. “That was a fucking deal. There’s a spot in the woods where I meet to sell my shit.”

Star's face went solemn. He saw her swallow and grit her teeth. She blinked rapidly and averted her eyes from his knowing gaze.

“Oh.” She sounded angry but it was covering embarrassment. Eddie stood and tilted his head, standing within arm's reach of her.

“You were jealous.” He says it as he felt it, a sense of superiority for catching her in something.

Stars face twisted up, a face Eddie was rather fond of with her nose scrunched like a bunny and lips pouted like a kewpie doll. She opened and closed her mouth a few times and huffed. She looks around the room for some sort of answer. Then it comes to her.

“You were jealous too.” She rightfully accuses him and the superiority smugness leaves his face. Shit. In his excitement of catching her giving a shit about him, he forgot calling someone out on their shit was a two-way street.

“You know what?” He held his hands up in defeat. “What if I was?” His arms shifted to a shrug. “I guess I'm wondering why him? Why a stranger that someone, me, your friend doesn’t like?”

“Because it was easy?” She shrugged.

“And asking the person who’s with you most of the time isn’t easy?” Her face shifted, softened. “I guess I’m wondering why him and not me, ya know? You don’t think I’m bored and horny too?” His voice broke a few times as he paced a bit, arms moving as he spoke and his mess of hair flopping unevenly. An odd smile came across her face as she watched him rant. “You don’t know him. What if he’d been a bad guy? What if something bad happened to you? I didn’t even know you were there! If you wanna do stuff like that you should do it with someone you trust. So you don’t get fucked over. Or hurt or worse! If something happened to you Star I swear to God I’d-“

Star went to him in a quick movement and knocked his flailing arms out of the way and kissed him. It was a hard press of her lips to his. And it shut him up. She pulled away with only her face and watched the adorable confusion and quickly fading anger move across his face.

“I didn’t know if you’d want to.” She answered simply. Her voice was no longer angry but soothing.

“Why the fuck would I not?” He met her eyes and the catch of breath in his voice made her smile.

“It could complicate things? You might’ve thought it crossed a line in our friendship? You could just simply not be into me physically?” She gave him real reasons and his brows wiggled as he considered them all.

“Okay, those are, yeah, valid. But if you’re okay with it, so am I. And if you ever thought that I didn’t think you were hot as hell I’d like to apologize.” His brows were high and he was entirely serious. He watched her smile and laugh and shake her head at him. She sighed and put her hands on his jaw.

“And in the sake of transparency, since we’re being as raw as my nerves with this hangover, I want to follow on that sentiment and say that I also think you’re hot as hell.” She beamed at him with a tilt of her head. She pushed down the bed head of wiley waves gently.

“Seriously?” He didn’t believe it. She saw it in his eyes and it made her sad for him. Unknowingly to her, it was a feeling in the same vein as the one he’d felt for her the night before.

“I wouldn’t joke about how sexy you are Eddie. I wouldn’t toy with your ego like that. I know you’re a big softie under all that leather.”

“You call me hot. Then sexy.” He let out a quiet giggle. “Then you call me a softie? You’re gonna give me whiplash.”

“It’s a compliment ya ding dong.” She chuckled. “You’re hot on your own. If I saw you at a party… well fuck I did!” She laughed. “I’d think you were hot on sight. BUT to be truly sexy you have to have the personality to go with it. And in the interest of self-growth, I now happen to find big softies in hard metal head exteriors to be very, very sexy.” For the first time, he felt completely sure she was flirting with him. She had her fingers in his hair, twirling his curls and she was giving him the half-lidded gaze with the closed-lip smile.

“Lucky me.” A grin she hasn’t seen before graces those sinfully full lips. His voice was richer, deeper. “So… I get to be your fuck buddy now?”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself loverboy.” She nuzzled her nose to his. “What kind of woman do you take me for? I’m not gonna just jump into bed with you.” She had a dramatic playful flair as she shook back her air-drying hair.

“How about a kiss to start?” His head nodded upward with confidence with the question.

“Go.” She whispered as a starting gun for their lips to meet in the middle.

She felt his hands make their way onto her body. It had more of an effect on her than she’d expected. A bit of a heated rush where his hands touched, then never leaving her body, traveled across her until his arms were wrapped around her. The kiss stayed controlled, there was no tongue or gnashing teeth to be found. It felt almost innocent. The feeling that it erupted in them both however was as far from innocent as was possible.

She loved it when she got to kiss full lips. It felt like there was so much more to play with. She put her arms around his neck to bring him closer to her level. The kiss built up, a feeling of fire in their chests as the slow indulgent pace of molding lips to lips in as many ways as possible continued. It did not stop until they’d switched arm positions. Hers trailed down his shoulders and chest to his waist, his moved from her back up to her face.

They didn’t even know how long they had kissed, it was as if their brains couldn’t comprehend time when they found themselves together like that. They were both big fans of kissing, physical touch being a love language for them both. But they were both intrigued and concerned about how good it felt. This wasn’t a journey just starting. This felt like a destination. Like home. It wasn’t a tease of something more to come. It felt finite and complete as it was. Which is how they’d grown to feel about each other.

He gently pulled away with his hands to her face. Letting them catch their breath.

“You’re really good at that.” She whispered with eyes that fluttered open in a daze. She felt dizzy.

“Better than Steve?” Eddie had a precocious grin on his face.

She simply smiled and sighed, meeting his sparkling brown eyes as they made their way across her features. He studied them closely for the first time without the worry of being caught.

“Way better than Steve.” She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, her hands on his chest again.

“Star?” He asked as he saw her lip wince.

“Yeah, Gimmie a sec I’m dizzy.”

“Yeah, I have that effect.” He joked and she slapped his chest lightly.

“Could be. Or the tequila coming back to haunt me.” She groaned. “Yeah. It’s the latter.” she nodded and quickly made her way to the tiny bathroom.

“First kiss and you throw up immediately after.” Eddie started laughing, rubbing the back of his neck before looking down and assessing the situation in his jeans.

“It wasn’t you, I swear.” She called out.

“I know.” He walked over and stood just outside the doorway and started pulling her hair back without a word. He managed a ponytail and rubbed her back. “We’ll go get you some ginger ale or something after this and pick your car up. Then you should come back and rest.”

“Eddie. I hate to admit it. But when you’re right you’re right.” She managed to groan out before her hangover cure kicked into gear and purged her of all her sins from the night before.

Star lay in a daze of sleepiness in her bed. A snoring Eddie was right by her side. They’d run their errands and come back and crashed again. She was half in and out of sleep, trying to tune out Eddie’s constant drone of sawing logs. Her fingers were mindlessly tracing up and down his back as he lay on his front and she on her side. Her eyes fluttered open, a sudden calling of her cards on the bedside table. She adjusted herself mindfully, making sure she didn’t disrupt the pre-ralphaelite sleeping beauty next to her. She snatched the pouch and pushed the velvet down halfway to flick one of her long nails across the tops of the stack. She looked to Eddie and whispered.

“What is it about him? About that kiss? Why was it so…” she stopped to think of the right word. “Much?” she chooses. She loosened her grip on the stack and waited until her nail got caught on one. She pinched it between her fingers to reveal The Lovers. She laughed and disturbed Eddie a little in the process. “Of course.” she again rolled her eyes, setting the cards back down on her bedside table. She looked down at the cause of all her problems and also the root of all the new good things in her life. She stroked back his hair off his face, his nose twitching at the touch. She rubbed a flat hand on his back, getting a small noise of approval from him in his sleep. The pooched-out lips and smushed cheek were too much to bear. “C’mere baby.” she coos softly at him, lifting his arm and putting it around her waist. He gripped her tight and grunted, face planting into her cleavage without hesitation. They tangled their legs together and she let her eyes close, resting her cheek on the messy head of hair that fanned out over her pillows. “I don’t know about you, Eddie.” she whispered, looking down at the vulnerable man in her arms. She let herself rest, the only tension from her hand as she slowly swiped her thumb over his temple until she fell back asleep. She’d dream of a life where love wasn’t a bad word. Where it didn’t trigger her and make her think of all the times it’d been used against her in the past. She got to exist in a reality where she’d fall in love forever and never be hurt again, and not have the baggage of years of narcissistic abuse making her question her ability to love again or even know what it meant to be in love with someone. For as much healing as she had done, she knew she had so much more to go.

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happybird16 · 2 years

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That's a lot of numbers! I'm going to forget some lol.

24, 35, 69, 96/97 ... I might be back.

It’s so long!! I have it up on a separate screen just so I know what I’m answering!

24) Favorite part of your daily routine?

I always make sure to stop by Manny (my cat for those who don’t know) and tell him I love him and how long I’ll be gone before I leave. It’s important to me that he knows!! Also, when I get home and he greets me at the door with a meow and his paws on my leg.

35) Would you rather live without TV or Music?

Music, definitely. I barely listen to it anyways, and the radio show on my way to work is just annoying. I definitely could do without the anxiety inducing prank calls they do between songs. I’d definitely miss anime openings and OST’s though.

69) (Nice) Are you watching tv right now?

Now? Nah, I’m watching YouTube videos and trying to relax. I don’t watch that much tv to be honest, besides my weekly animes. I find most live action shows boring, like for example I tried She Hulk and 😕. Nothing on actual tv sounds really interesting anymore.

96+97) Favorite actress? Favorite actor?

Ooh this is difficult but my immediate instinct is to just pick from one of my favorite movies of all time. For actress that’d be Charlize Theron and for actor that’d be Tom Hardy! The movie is, as you might be able to guess, Mad Max Fury Road!! (Probably the last movie I saw in theaters and went WOW)

I really should watch more movies, but i’m partial to action movies, but without the overbearing testosterone. I might just be picky lol.

Long ask game

#thanks for asking!!#tay’s.asks #and sorry to everyone who had to scroll through #that long ass game #Eliza<3

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survey--s · 2 years

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314.

1 - When’s the last time it was 95F/35C or more degrees? Last week, but it probably only lasted a few hours. Now it’s about 20 degrees cooler and pissing down with rain, haha.

2 - What is the silliest street name you’ve heard of? Shitterton Lane.

3 - What’s the most popular sport in the current town (or nearest town) you live in? Rugby, football and cricket in equal measures, I’d say.

4 - Have you ever seen a midnight showing of a movie before? Nah, I’m too lazy to want to stay up that late just to see a movie, lol.

5 - If you had to be allergic to something for whatever reason, what would you pick to be allergic to? Emptying the bins lol.

6 - What’s the last thing you got for a dollar or less (including tax)? Uhh, a bottle of water I think.

7 - What smoothie shop do you go to most often? We don’t have any around here. I used to love Boost! though I’ve not see one in absolutely ages.

8 - Do you or would you wear apparel with your favorite character from a TV show, movie, or video game? I would, yeah.

9 - When’s the last time you had a panic or anxiety attack? Do you ever cry when you have an episode? I haven’t had one in a long time thankfully, but yes, I’ve never had one that hasn’t resulted in me crying.

10 - Have you ever seen an NC-17 film? Can you name one? I don’t know what that means?

11 - Have you ever been in a house with an elevator in it? Nope.

12 - How would your life change if you had twelve-hour days? How about if the days were 48 hours long? I’d hate it if days were shorter, I love the balance I have at the moment. If they were longer...I guess it’d be fine but I’d spend more time sleeping which kind of defeats the point.

13 - Have you seen, or would you see a psychic? If you have seen one, what did they tell you about your future or yourself? Nah, I don’t believe in that kind of thing.

14 - When’s the last time you were freezing inside a store? When I last went to Tesco during the heatwave - it was bloody lovely lol.

15 - Would you rather ski, snowboard, or go sledding? Ski. I miss skiing.

16 - What Rock Band or Guitar Hero games have you played? What would be your favorite? I don’t remember the names but I had a few of each. I liked the Beatles version of whichever one it was - Rockband, I think?

17 - What age was the most boring age for you? What made it so boring? Probably mid-twenties. I was working a dead-end job, my relationship was pretty rubbish and we were flat broke.

18 - What is your neighborhood called (not the street but the actual community)? lol, like I’m going to announce that on here.

19 - Have you ever watched a film that was originally in English in a different language? Yeah, we used to do that in French classes in school.

20 - What would you add to a garden if you had one? A swimming pool.

21 - What was the oddest thing you’ve seen on a street corner? A decapitated badger.

22 - How often do you see people reading, texting, or something else you shouldn’t be doing at the wheel of a car? Loads lol. Pretty much every single time I get in the car.

23 - Name a phrase that you like. Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light”

24 - Your favorite animal (or one you really like): Is it the whole species you like or are you just interested in one breed of it (example with dogs: You like all dogs but mostly pugs)? I generally like the whole species, though there are some breeds and types I like more than others, I suppose.

25 - Name a song that is considered so beautiful to you that it should be a part of a movie or TV show. Somewhere over the Rainbow.

#survey #surveys

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suckitsurveys · 7 months

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How did it feel outside today? Ughh its so nice right now. In the 60s and a tad rainy. I wish it would stay like this for the rest of the month, because apparently Halloween is predicted to be in the freaking low 40s, maybe even 30s by the time we Trick or Treat.

Are there any animals in the room with you? Nope.

How did you spend yesterday afternoon? I stayed home from work because I was TIRED and had way too much human interaction the past week lol. I did end up going to the store to get some pumpkins and firewood for our pumpkin carving party tonight, and some fake blood and makeup for my niece’s Eleven costume

Are any of your siblings taller than you? Yes, she is.

Name a song that reminds you of a past relationship: Anything by Interpol.

When did you last have a nightmare? I don’t remember.

What’s the goriest thing you’ve ever seen? I don’t know.

Have you or do you attend pep rallies regularly? I mean, in high school, we had to.

Have you ever seen a building on fire in real life? Yes.

Have you kissed anyone and their first name started with an F, D, or L? L.

Have you ever been in therapy for anything? I definitely should be.

Do you think clowns are creepy? Not really.

If you had to write an essay about a popular song… what would that song be? Probably something Lana Del Rey.

When did you last have some fruit? I’m eating a banana right now.

What’s something you have to look forward to? Halloween, and then the holidays.

Is there any part of your sexual/romantic history that you have not told your current significant other about or that you will not tell future partners about? I mean, I haven’t told him every detail, but not because it’s a secret or anything, it’s just not relevant to our relationship.

Have you ever developed feelings for someone whose sexual orientation was incompatible with yours? Nah.

How many relationships have you been in that actually got sexual? Most of them have, in one way or another.

Who performs the most random acts of kindness out of everyone you know? I don’t know.

Are any of your pets “overweight”? Sake might be, but I honestly think she’s just bulky and like 80% fur. Her mom was a big cat too.

Who’s the most romantic person you ever went out with? My husband.

Last person to tell you that you smell good? My friend Lolly.

Last person you told that they smell good? My husband.

What shows do you watch? Um, a lot? Mostly sitcoms, some adult animation, and HGTV shows lol. Right now I am watching seasons 30-40 of SNL because I haven’t seen all the episodes between those seasons.

Is there anything you are craving right now? Sushi, always.

Think back to the last person you kissed, how many times have you laughed with them? More times than I can count. We laugh together every day.

What are five Halloween costumes that you’d like to wear in the future? Billie Eilish from the WTPO video (which I am being this weekend), Tanya from The White Lotus, Pete Davidson’s character from the YEET SKRRT SNL sketch, Louise Belcher from Bob’s Burgers, April Ludgate from Parks and Rec.

Who did you have your first kiss with? Do you remember what color his/her eyes were? Some kid on our block when I was 12, if that counts And yeah.

Whose Facebook timeline did you post on most recently? Probably for someone’s birthday recently but I can’t remember who.

Have you ever had a restaurant dish that was made with bugs? If not, would you even want to try one? I haven’t and yeah, I’ll try any food once.

Which edible flowers have you tasted? I’ve had hibiscus and rose before.

Who was the last non-relative woman you spoke to in person? Someone who works downstairs.

What was the last video you added to your favorites on YouTube? I don’t do that..

Who was the last person that apologized to you? I don’t remember.

What comes to mind when you think of pregnancy? Abortion.

Do you prefer bar or liquid soap? Liquid.

Do any of your family members have an upcoming birthday? Uhhhhh not my immediate family.

What is your favorite flavor of Jolly Ranchers? Watermelon.

Is your favorite animal endangered? Pandas are still, I believe.

Are you better at writing fiction or non-fiction? I don’t know, I don’t like writing in general.

Have you ever dated someone one grade/year above or below you? No.

What is the middle name of the last person you texted? Allen.

Have you ever come close to drowning? Yeah.

So… remember Girl Scout cookies? Any favorites you had/have? Remember? They haven’t gone away? My favorites are the tag-a-longs and the lemon ones.

Why did you ignore the last person you ignored? I just don’t want to hang out with her and her fucking boyfriend who knows my ex.

Which cartoon character would you want to keep as a pet? Snoopy or Garfield.

Do you like chocolate milk? Yes.

What is something you hate, but wish you loved? Not really “hate,” but sometimes I wish I was a Disney Adult who went to the parks because the looks people create (Disney-bounding) are so cute and I’d have so much fun with it, especially making themed Mickey ears to match. But I can never see myself spending that much money to go to any of the parks, and none of the rides interest me.

What’s the cutest thing your S/O does, but denies it’s cute in any way? This face he makes sometimes. I can’t explain it but it’s freaking adorable and he hates when I say it is lol.

Who have you hugged in the past month? I’ve hugged lots of people this month actually. All of my family, a couple friends, and a lot of Mark’s family.

Last bad news you heard? I mean, the world is bad news right now.

Have you ever dined alone at a restaurant? I have.

Have you seen a baby being born in real life? Yup, my older niece.

Do any of your exes know each other? Yes, two of them were friends oops.

What’s an opinion you find impossible to take seriously? People claiming vaccines cause autism.

Have you ever changed in front of the last person you kissed? Yes, lots of times.

Do you have any goats? I don’t own any goats, no.

Do you hang out with your sibling’s friends? Not without my sister, no.

Have you experienced any severe side effects of medications? Sure.

On Facebook, do you have people listed as your siblings who aren’t really your siblings? Nope.

Have you lost any close family members to cancer? Close? No.

Do you know anyone who doesn’t have a middle name? Yes.

How often do you check your emails? For my personal email, at least once a day.

Would you want your kids to have your hair color? I wouldn’t want kids to begin with, so.

Have you ever had a big YouTuber reply to a comment you left on their video? Yeah, Grav3Yard girl replied once a million years ago.

Have you ever given a lap dance? Jokingly.

#surveys

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ramblings-of-a-mad-cat · 7 months

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Hey Blair I forget if you've been asked this but do you have any tattoos/piercings/body mods? I feel like you're the kind of person who would totally dye their hair, but maybe that's just because I always envision you as the purple cat 😂

As well you should! Ahaha, nah, but in all reality, everyone knows I'm a scruffy black cat, actually! Just picture me curled up on the keyboard, snoozing until the Tumblr notification sound effect plays, waking me up so I begin to bap at the keyboard...man, if I could draw, I would so turn that into an animation and like, use that as the introduction for videos on a youtube channel or something...god, this must be the ADHD brain. Where was I?

I've actually never dyed my hair, but I've considered dying it blue in the past, mainly just because I like blue and I thought it would be cool. I mean, whatever, it's just hair. It grows back, right? So if I get tired of it I can just wait it out. For the longest time, I had no piercings, but as of now, I do have a single ear piercing. I just did it on a whim one day over the summer. I only got the one, though. I figured that would look cooler. It's what Kingsley Shacklebolt and Bill Weasley did, can't go wrong with that.

No tattoos. My pain tolerance is less than zero, so I most likely won't ever get any, but part of me really wants to get one, actually. I feel like I'd never have the nerve to go through with it, and even if I did, I'd flinch away the moment the needle started it's work. That's just me. But if I was to get a tattoo, I've considered a few different designs. It would be something simple and small, like on my arm, probably. I thought about something from a story that means a lot to me, possibly Undertale. I thought about a general quote about kindness, or maybe a quote from "Feed The Birds." But I'm also big into symbols, and one that I'm attracted to is the Ouroboros. I think snakes are highly underrated and much like raccoons, get a bad rap. Plus I love the symbolism of how everything ends, but everything also begins again anew. It's all about the cycles. (Kind of the whole message of Doctor Who, now that I think about it.)

#Blair Speaks #Literally I've said this before but #This blog is just a bunch of people waiting for a sleeping cat to wake up #And meow speculative analysis about the dinner #eat their dinner #Before going back to sleep

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epicwinsauce · 7 months

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Green colors survey answers found here, if you'd like 'em, I promise I tried to be funny occasionally:

green: Whats your favourite way to spend your day off?

Eee I don't even know. I don't get my days off to myself anymore, always working on my friendships or distracting myself with a video game. I should pick up another book.

jade: whats your favourite music genre?

~I like everything~ nah I kid. There's a certain amount of liveliness of music I enjoy but not like electronic music as much. Look up "Odo" by Ado and that's what I'm talking about.

emerald: whats your favourite place to visit? why?

The grocery store lmao. Which I haven't even done this month because I need to get a jump for my car and I just haven't done it yet. Soon.

peridot: whats on your bucket list?

To kick it.

envy: what are your hobbies and what got you into them?

I'm not sure envy is a specific hue of green? I have been enjoying pixel art and 3d art on blender lately. My buddy and I wanna make a video game and he's doing programming, I'm learning art. I haven't been progressing on my languages much (but my Japanese speaking feels much easier these days)

tea: top favourite movies growing up?

I wasn't into movies as a kid. I was very into the plots of the video games though.

mint: top favourite toys from your childhood?

I had a green Monkey Cat, a rainbow bear. My sibling and I liked pokemon figurines and we had some kind of house we used to play in. I had a lot of toy cars, too, but I gave them personalities and basically played them like Barbies tbh.

lizard: last show or series you binged?

I'm rewatching this anime series True Tears. Parts of it are eeeh cringe but it's got character. The main love interest in these animes are always the wrong ones imo like Noe was way better than Hiromi, get out of my face Shinichiro-kun

lawn: favourite show or series to binge?

One Piece obv. I also rewatch How I Met Your Mother a bit. Toradora was an instant fav.

sheen: do you like podcasts? why or why not?

I struggle to pay attention to them, so I don't listen, especially if they're on the longer side. My siblings and I listened to some like 10-15 minute spooky scary story podcasts and I was in and out but still getting most of it, it was nice

lime: if yes to the last question, do you have a favourite podcast?

I forget the name of the spooky podcast but it was on the Luminary website.

slime: do you prefer watching movies in theaters or streaming at home?

I prefer streaming at home but the theater has its charms. I'm sure it's impossibly expensive these days though

forest: list one thing, or person, that always brightens your day and why.

I have been existing in a server I made for a few friends on discord and I've been living in it tbh. My friends are so funny and it's genuinely exciting to engage with them, especially Morgan, but I've been too emotionally codependent on her and I need to fix that lmao

neon green: do you prefer breakfast, lunch, dinner, dessert or snacks?

I actually have been eating more than once a day but I'm still very low energy when it comes to any of them. Pb&j's were my main food source for a few days because it's so relatively simple. but I don't care for time restrictions on my food, if I want dinner food at 1 pm I'll eat dinner at 1 p-fucken-m

light green: whats your favourite song for a dance mix?

I have an entire set of jam lists on my spotify that I turn on late at night and just dance to (quietly enough not to bother my roommate but also naked sometimes).

Ado: Odo, Ready Made, Gyakkou, Tot Musica, The Faking of the Comedy

Yoasobi: 夜に駆ける, Idol

Yonezu Kenshi: 海の幽霊, Cranberry and Pancakes, 感電, 春雷

Basically anything by La Dispute

We could be here all day

pastel green: what top things always help calm you?

I've been kind of struggling with this because I usually just sing loudly and scream for a while but that is inconsiderate to my roommate lmao. Mortal Kombat 11 has been helping

india: what app do you use on your phone the most?

I have a tablet now so I can play my games on it so probably discord, Facebook, Signal, and Pixel Studio on my phone. I love Resourcer, Nonograms Color, and YuGiOh Duel Links on my tablet (tbh the tablet was like $100 and sucks, it can't handle everything I want it to do without crashing and I'm not asking a lot, but def make sure to get one worth your buck if you decide to do the same lol

fern: do you prefer cooking or ordering food?

Cooking. Ordering food is too expensive now, but I do love having GOOD food and not just QUICK, EASY food like I usually cook

hunter: do you prefer going out to eat or ordering from home and getting it delivered?

Going out. Delivery charges are necessary but they still suck

castleton: do you have a favourite board game?

This is probably not a good time to bring up the board game called Pandemic, but imagine if I did 2-3 years ago, am I right?

cadmium: if you drink coffee, do you make it at home yourself or prefer ordering it?

I don't drink coffee

british: if you make coffee from home; how do you make your coffee?

What is British green???

phthalo: if you order it; how do you like your coffee made or whats your usual order?

Come ooon maaaan

chartreuse: what's your most prized or "favoured" possession?

Phone and computer tbh. A few books I have that I've had for years. Car. I'm very sentimental in general but those cost MONAYYYY

juniper: have you ever been to a concert?

Yes, a fair share of them. Not always worth it unless the band really makes a show out of it tbh

sage: whats your favourite genre? does it depend on the media?

Didn't we already have a music genre question? Otherwise there's zero context for this question

pea: whats a plant you really like?

Moon flower!

moss: do you have any plants? if yes, what are they? if no, would you want one?

No. I've been looking into planting but honestly it's a hassle, I don't think I'll find the fulfillment I imagine there is to be had there

shamrock: what would you do if you had $500k right now?

Pay off my car, start helping those around me pay their debts

seafoam: do you have a lucky item? if so what is it?

My clothes, they keep me from getting kicked out of the grocery store.

olive: do you have a lucky number? if so what is it?

I have dabbled in the synchronicities of finding or designating a lucky number, but nothing sticks in the long run, so no.

parakeet: who's a person you envy? if youre comfortable saying so, why do you envy them?

Would rather not answer.

pine: if healing methods from video games were available in real life which would you choose?

Resta. Heal myself and everyone around me. Not particularly Technique Point heavy (normally). No clear drawbacks, though whenever I imagine magic where healing is possible, I basically throw it back to being a doctor. You can't just heal with words, you have to know how the body functions so you can magically guide the body to a quicker healing process. I like that idea.

seaweed: if you had to work one task as your job for the rest of your life, what would it be, why and how much money do you think it would earn you per hour?

Give me a shift's worth for sleeping every night and I'll get 8 hours every night lmao

pickle: if you could cure one thing from the world forever what would it be?

Joe Mama

pistachio: say you could heal anyone in any form, emotional/physical/mental etc, how your healing have to activate and whats the drawback?

Well I guess I already answered most of these questions, I'm not sure specifically on how to activate. Magically, I guess

basil: if you could magically summon money or artificially create wealth through mystical means, what would be required to do so?

Food!

crocodile: a veggie you despise with all your being?

If I don't like it, I just don't buy it, there's no need for me to expend energy in hating it. But I don't like citrus fruits

sea: thoughts on jealous partners?

Excess is the enemy. Small dosages may be natural (I've felt it before, I know it), but each person's feelings are their own responsibility to manage, so if your jealousy is so much that you can't manage it (specifically: it slips into your behaviors, not just your thoughts), maybe you should consider getting help. Perhaps even of the venting variety of help

uniform: are you the jealous type of partner? (romantic or otherwise)

Recently I have been a jealous friend (it's not fun watching your best friend call another bestie over and over or talk about drug use history) but like I said, I manage it. I had to step out of a game night this week because I realized my emotions were unfair and I had to go sort it out (which I'm still working on).

forest: thoughts on jealousy in friendships?

Happens. May be natural. Learn to manage your emotions. If you struggle, google it or get help. It may be hard but if you're a human, it's not impossible, I honestly believe.

Sacramento: whats something about the concept of luck you find ridiculous?

How it's connected to good karma or bad. And I believe in karma, but not quite in the universalistic sense of justice (there are probably better words for this). Sometimes shit things happen to lucky people and vice versa.

russian: whats something you find refreshing?

🎼enjoy coca-colaaaa🎶

I've also been drinking water with flavoring packets in them and they have helped make my 3 cups of water a day goal much easier to reach lol

army: something in your room that helps it feel more peaceful?

My TV, it plays Spotify for me lmao

jungle: whats a song you find peaceful?

I have a Spotify playlist for Eng, German, and Japanese called ENG Soft, DE Soft, JP Soft, and ALL Soft for these exactly. We'll just go with "In Our Bones" by Against the Current

asparagus: whats the most peaceful atmosphere to you?

Rainy days, sitting on the back porch with soft music in one ear. Maybe dancing, maybe reading poetry, maybe writing it. Maybe just sitting there in my thoughts. Rainy days are good days.

harlequin: whats something that makes you feel safe?

...rain. lol. Locks on doors!

kelly: something that makes you feel hopeful?

... haaaaa

spring: list 3 things you love about nature

Rain (and any body of water tbh), trees, warmth.

viridian: list 3 things you hate about nature

Cold, excessive urbanization, mosquitoes LOVE MY BLOOD

mantis: whats your ideal environment?

Warm summer rains. I feel like I've made this clear 😂

sap: an energetic memory from childhood?

I did not like childhood, next.

dartmouth: if you could bring something back from the past to be renewed or used commonly again what would it be?

COMMON SENSE, HA .. HA .. HA .. [laughs in old people]

Sorry, it's TOO easy to make fun of the cringy parts of the older generation. Um, nothing specific comes to mind, I'm sure there's something but my brain just ain't reaching for it.

camo: whats something you used to do that youre proud you've grown out of?

Go on dates. Lmao. I really don't want to do that anymore, it's clear I am too mentally fragile for it.

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soft-boi-eli · 3 years

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Hello Hello!

I just wanted to say I love your fics!

ALSO!

Could I request a CC!SBI X Gn! Insomniac Reader! Where the reader is an insomniac (Obviously-) but is somehow a pro at MC!

Like they are basically god at the game! They also REALLY enjoy horror games! They don’t get scared easily and LOVE horror movies! They basically love anything horror/creepy-

ANYWAYS!!

The reader lives off of ramen and Monster energy drinks (For fun-)! They have a Twitch (Which has about 18 mil followers and 14 mil subs!) and a YouTube channel (Which has 20 mil followers!)

They mainly play horror games (Obviously-) and MC!

You can do headcanons or scenarios/images with the SBI! Maybe like playing a horror game together or MC? OR! Maybe some things they do together? Or when they meet up? Or-to many ideas Nightmare-

ANYWAYS!

I don’t really care! And don’t worry about taking too long on it!

ALSO!

Maybe we could be friends? Only if you want too!

Remember to eat, drink, and get enough sleep!

Yes. I lovesthese ideas and I'm gonna choose headcannons due to they are a bit easierfor me to write.

And yes I'm perfectly fine with being your friend! I'm actually happy to make friends on this app so yeah!

Pronouns:nonbinary

Tw: cussing. Insomia, mentions of horror movies. Mention of horror games. Fluff.

SBI with a horror streamer friend head cannons.

*Ahem* tommy wanted to paly a game with you so you choose a game that didn't look like horror until the middle. He screamed at the jump scare and it made both of your chats so happy.

When phil decides to play with you there is literally a silence after a jump scare. Everyone thought he had a heart attack and honestly so did you until he spoke up about accidently hitting his mute button when he jumped.

Wilbur. He's a bit better then tommy but more scared then phil would be. Any little noise won't get him but when it starts to get noticeable the noiseless to him. The jump scare, he'd fall out of his seat and stay on the ground for a bit. You ask if he's good and he literally doesn't answer. He's dead. You killed him. Congrats.

Techno. He'd handle them a bit better then everyone else. Not as good as you but heisnt very paranoid. He literally runs at the noises trying to get jumpscared. While you run after him telling him to stop because if he doesn't then you'd lose and die. And technoblade never dies.

If you all play together both tommy and wilbur pussy out. Techno last the longest and phil the second longest. While you remain the ruler of horror games.

Now how you all met was dream invited you to the dream smp to add to the chaos. Needless to say it got extremely chaotic due to you being on almost 24 hours. You first ran into techno. He seemed confused and skeptical.

You both found eachothers love for potatoes. You set up camp quote close to techno but not too close.

Phil popped in when he needed something for a build and noticed a new name. Talked to you in chat and asked to join your VC. You both found each other talking for a bit.

Wilbur was next. Wilbur got curious over the new person and just hoppedinto the same VC as you techno and phil. He was quick to realize that you were a famous youtuber. Mainly for your horror videos and your extreme Parkcore skills.

In minecraft that is.

Tommy noticing that all of you were in the same VC joined in with shouting. He was low key jealous that everyone was obsessed with you. Then he saw why.

You literally cracked jokes at his shouting.

"Is that an angry pomeranian? Nah nah. It's an angry child. Even better an angry blonde!" - you.

He was shocked and immediately started joking and laughing with you. He wasn't fully angry for long.

Now about your diet. When they heard that you had only eaten ramen and drank angry drinks they were concerned. You lived quite close to techno so when you guys met up he was shocked that you looked as healthy as you did.

He hated the fact that you literally didn't eat anything else.

You told him occasionally you have something other then ramen but you were just too lazy to really cook anything and that you didn't feel like burning the house down.

One month phil, tommy, wilbur, and techno decided to organize a month long sleep over so that they could celebrate your birthday. Phil being quote the father figure cooked different, but easy dinners every night just so you didn't eat only ramen that day.

When they actually arrived though you got a text from Phil asking about your address in your dms. Not think much of it you just sent him your location.

You were going to take a small nap. Just to bost your energy before you went and streamed later that night.

As you were sleeping there was a car heading to your house.

Phil, wilbur, tommy, and techno were all just existing in the car. And when they arrived to your house they didn't expect to actually see a clean house.

You woke to a loud knock.

When you opened the door in your half dazed state you expected a package. But to see four people standing on your porch.

You nearly jumped out of your skin.

You were stuck there blinking at them.

Finally snapping out of it you let them in. Confused on why in the ever loving fuck they were here.

Phil explained they were here to celebrate your 21st birthday and they were here for a month.

You stared at them for a while. Confused on what to do since you haven't had people over in almost 2 years.

But you got use to it.

So when you got done streaming and smelled something other then ramen you were thrown off guard. Like what was that. I haven't smelled that in years.

But after the second day you got use to it too.

For your birthday phil literally made a feast.

Like he found your favorite food other then ramen and cooked it. With that he prepared everything you could dream of.

Your sleeping habits. Let's dig into those.

I'm in no place to talk as right now it's 3:05 in the morning. And here I am.

But when they are over they don't let you stay up till no 3-4 in the morning. They all know the importance of sleep.

But there are those nights where no once can sleep and it results in a late night stream. And streaming for hours none the less.

The amount of accidental all nighters everyone has pulled was immense. But that's what happens with jet lag, adhd, and insomnia.

Literally you get tired randomly. Sleep for only 3 hours. Wake up. Drink coffee, energy drinks, highly caffeinated tea. And don't sleep till late at night.

Pillow forts.

It's a must and it happens. Horror movies, pillow forts, and snacks. Like you all are in this massive fort, watching horror movies, one by one you all are falling asleep. You and techno were the last up due to technos active mind and your body not letting you sleep.

You two literally just vide there, changing the movies from horror to some silly animated movies, like how to train your dragon, frozen, Luca, and many others.

You two pull an all nighter and it's actually a bet to see how long anyone else takes to notice.

You bet an hour. Techno says all day.

You won. Philza notices the worse eye bags under both you and technos eyes and immediately starts scolding.

He is papa bird and he won't let anyone of his children neglect their needs.

"Did you even drink water at all? You guys should of been sleeping not binge watching horror movies all night!" -philza

You could only offer a smirk, along with a laugh.

"I think we did I just can't fully remember. Also we were watching animated films. Not horror. Surprised you didn't wake up to let it go." - you.

You turn to techno.

"You owe me 15 bucks pig boy!"-you again.

Handing you the money he rolls his eyes. "Yeha yeah. Rub it in." -techno.

Ah yeah they found a horror game that you were scared of surprisingly. It was actually surprisingly you hadn't played it yet.

Outlast.

You had been holding off that game until you finished your other one but here you were. Bored out of your mind.

So you decided fuck it.

That game teriffed the shit out of you. It was so good though.

When you screamed they all came rushing up due to the fact that you never scream.

They say you out of your chair, on the floor, blinking. They thought you were hurt.

But you sat up and looked at your computer.

"Damn. That was actually really good." When you looked behind you and found the boys all staring you smiled and waved.

"You need something?"-you

"You screamed. We heard a thud. We thought you fuckin died!" -tommy.

"No I'm alive. My soul almost divorced my body but it's still quite here."-you

That day made highlights.

The popular y/n actually got jump scared. The one person who never screamed at horror games screamed.

When they left you were sad yes but they were still your best friends. Ready to talk when ever you want.

Sometimes I think that you guys talk all through out the night. Them forgetting that you were actually in a different time zone.

Sometimes they pop into your streams, be it MC, horror, you just talking to your fans, or even the once in the blue moon, cheerful games.

They just pop in and start talking to you. And you talk back like they were there since the beginning.

Phil is now one of your moderators too. Along with tommy, wilbur, and techno. When they pop in they make sure no one picks on you.

And since you are now close to the SBI. You are now part of it.

You didn't choose the fans did. But they are your new family. No matter what.

Even if they disagree with your eating habit.

Or energy drink addiction.

Or insomnia.

Or you mainly playing horror games.

Or you basically living in your streaming room.

Or even the nearly 24 hour streams.

I could go on but I'm not gonna.

I'm tired. But I can sleep. 2 days and I get to have a tour of my new school.

And it took so long to finally get into it.

We have been going through a huge hassle even before school started to get me enrolled.

And then we had to get me into this program.

But now on Monday I get to go in. Get a tour. Then start either Tuesday or Wednesday.

Anyway hope you liked. It's now 3:50 and it's no proof read I'm sorry

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stellocchia · 2 years

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i didnt even watch the stream today because I’ve basically lost all faith in every plot line besides dream, wilburs, and Tommy’s (maybe Tubbos but that ones on thin ice and even thinner considering the things I’ve seen on the timeline) and god they really are just messing up every single plotline and story beat just to make c!techno look good aren’t they.

My view of is character has gone from genuine enjoyment to confusion but hopefulness, and now to genuine hate. Like great job, in your quest to make your character absolved from all mistakes and flaws you’ve created the most dry, frustrating, confusing, and annoying character I’ve literally ever seen on this smp. And don’t get me wrong I like cc!techno a lot but I genuinely just don’t think he’s a very good writer, at least not from what he’s shown. Sure, he can execute cool scenes and has good ideas, but has no way to actualy use those things to create an interesting plotline. Which is fine, he absolutely doesn’t have to be particularly good writer to have fun on a Minecraft smp, but he has such an important character that it literally effects the entire plot as a whole.

which is why mocking those criticizing his writing because “he’s a English major” is such a ridiculous thing to do. going to college for something doesn’t automatically make you good at it. It’s not a skill you level up like in a video game. He clearly has a lot of knowledge about mythology and such but that doesn’t directly translate to being a good writer. (also,, didnt he drop out?? In like his second year?) it’s really not the “aha!” Moment people think it is.

like I’m sorry if you like his character or genuinely think he is a good writer but in my opinion c!technos storyline is literally the equivalent of a 12 year old warrior cats roleplayer on animal jam going *kills no miss* *dodges all attacks* and *destroys instantly no takebacks*

this wasn’t meant to be so long or so passionate but imjust genuinely pissed at the nosedive in quality the dsmp has taken especially with how excited I was about plot lines back in February that literally still haven’t gotten wrapped up.

Nah Anon, no need to apologize. I think I'm fairly open about my absolute dissatisfaction with c!Techno's writing and especially with the last stream.

Like, there were almost exclusively negatives about that stream. It was contrived, purely executed, and literally made to get another "cool" team up for c!Techno that was once again left completely unexplored and as a way to absolve c!Techno of all of his guilt because "c!Tubbo forgave him".

It was terrible writing pure and simple. And I really don't get why a cc like Technoblade who expressed multiple times that he'd like to keep his roleplaying lighthearted keeps getting involved with the plot about child abuse. Because it's not like he's ever gonna acknowledge that that's what the plot is about, just like he's never gonna acknowledge that c!Dream is a child abusing serial killer and that his character SHOULD REALLY KNOW ABOUT THE CHILD ABUSING PART, because that would make c!Techno a shitty person and cc!Techno is a c!Techno apologist first and a very bad writer second.

And, like, I don't care if people go "Oh but the plot wasn't ABOUT c!Dream and c!Tommy" Because yes it fucking was. They were just too afraid to acknowledge it because c!Techno can never have internal conflict or actually interesting external conflicts because that would make him a character and we can't have that!

So instead we leave c!Sam's actions making little to no sense because his whole character motivation is based on c!Dream and c!Tommy. Instead we leave c!Tubbo feeling like an uncaring asshole who laughs when seeing his best friend's grave and EXCUSES THE GUY WHO FREED HIS FRIEND'S ABUSER AND THE GUY WHO FRIED TO MURDER HIM. Instead we leave c!Eret to being the only one who has to earn forgiveness for the third time because every progress they make is always forgotten a stream later, while the guy who freed a child abusing serial killer just gets a pass because we're not allowed to mention what THE WHOLE PRISON PLOT WAS ABOUT.

Literally, this was so ridiculously bad it dropped c!Tubbo to the very bottom of the ladder for me in terms of enjoyment. Like, I NEVER disliked c!Tubbo before. Even when I disagreed with his choices he was at least consistent and interesting, now he's neither.

Heck he just joined the commune made by the two guys who blew up his home and who freed the guy who hurt his best friend time and time again and who publicly berated c!Tubbo in front of the entire server because he got manipulated by him and then tried to kill him, and I'm just supposed to look at that and say "oh yeah, it makes absolute sense that he would feel safe raising his kid around these people"????? Because, news flash, that's bullshit!

And all of this could be avoided if:

1) cc!Techno actually learned to take criticism to his writing instead to assume he's above it by default

And

2) He actually communicated with the rest of the server and learned what the plotlines he keeps getting involved with are about AND STOPPED FUCKING CHOOSING THE C!PRIMEBOYS ONES BECAUSE CLEARLY HE DOESN'T HAVE THE SKILLS TO HANDLE THEM

#anon ask #dream smp #technoblade critical #c!techno critical #c!tubbo critical

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miekasa · 3 years

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hunter x hunter (eren jaeger)

↯ pairing: eren jaeger x reader

↯ genre and warnings: modern au, established relationship/boyfriend au, gamer/streamer eren for the win, he’s a little bit of a himbo but he’s cute and he’s trying his best okay

↯ summary: you’ve been stuck on finding a name for your new rescue puppy for a few days now, when you decide to name him after your lovely boyfriend. it’s too bad he doesn’t get your reference. (yes, i know i called it hunter x hunter which is a completely different anime but that’s the joke, you’ll get it as you read, hopefully).

↯ notes: i know technically eren isn’t (confirmed? officially?) german, but just roll with it for me hehe; also, welcome to the first part of my living with pets series, featuring eren and his and your new favorite german shepherd husky mix.

When you walk into Eren and Armin’s shared apartment, you can hear the former in his room, talking loudly to who you presume to be his current virtual audience.

You don’t see any signs of Armin’s shoes at the door, indicating that he’s likely not home at the moment, which you’re silently thankful for. Not because you don’t like the blonde, but because your new, tiny, puppy seems to like him, and his favorite trainers a little too much—poor Armin now only had the left foot of his Adidas Superstars to his name.

Carefully, and away from the other shoes near the entrance, you let the pup down onto the floor, his small feet padding in place on the hardwood, before going to snuff out Eren. You chuckle to yourself; you’ve only had the puppy for a little over two weeks, but both he and Eren have formed a mutual attachment towards each other. Well, you suppose you can’t blame the dog, he was technically in Eren’s care first, seeing as Eren gifted him to you for your birthday.

Eren had told you the dog was a rescue, born prematurely on a farm a few hours away, and had had his left back leg fractured when one of the walls of a pig pen had unfortunately collapsed on him. He’s has surgery since, and is in the final stages of his recovery, injury almost undetectable now; but when Eren saw the poor pup at a shelter a few weeks ago, he claimed he knew it would be love at first sight for you.

“Ah, there’s my best boy!” you hear Eren’s elated voice from the room over.

Sometimes, you wonder if the dog really was a present for you, or secretly for him, too. Eren makes his appearance after, trekking out of his room clad in sweatpants and long sleeve tee with your puppy in his arms.

“Hey, sorry, did he interrupt your stream?” you question, meeting his strides halfway to press a kiss to his cheek, “I heard you talking when we came in.”

“Nah, I was recording a video, it’s nothing I can’t edit later,” Eren assures you, turning his head again to sneak a proper kiss on your lips, “Besides this little guy could never interrupt me. Did you need me to watch him?—Because, I can totally take him for the weekend.”

Seriously, you’re almost eighty percent certain the only reason he’s not Eren’s dog is because of the pet-technicalities of his lease. And, well, the pup’s clear fetish for Armin’s sneakers.

“No, I thought maybe you’d like to see your human girlfriend.”

“Aw, baby, it’s not like that,” Eren chuckles at your sarcasm as you roll your eyes, “You know I love you.”

“Clearly,” you drawl, watching as the puppy all but attempts to climb Eren’s shoulders, his front paws resting against his collar as Eren holds him like you would a newborn baby.

But your boyfriend pays you no mind, simply cooing and bouncing away. You’ll admit it’s kind of cute, the way Eren dotes on the dog—or any animal he comes across, really. Still, it was your puppy, now and you’ll be damned if you lose out on puppy cuddles to him.

“Actually, I came here to tell you I finally named him,” you say, reaching out to scratch against his soft fur.

You were at excited when Eren told that since he was so young, neither the farmers, nor the rescue vets had decided on a name, so you had full control; but you had to admit, there was a bit of pressure to find the perfect name. Until a few days ago, when it finally hit you.

“His name is Hunter,” you tell him, smiling as the dog’s ears perk slightly as his name leaves your mouth. You were worried he wouldn’t take to it well, but he seemed to be a fast learner. “It said on his papers he was bred to be a hunter companion dog, so I thought it was fitting.”

“That’s cute,” Eren smiles, supporting Hunter from his belly to hold him up and above his face, “Hi Hunter. You’re still my best boy, but now you’ve got an official name.”

The pup barks, almost ceremoniously, as if he understood Eren’s words. With the way these two are stuck to each other, Hunter probably did.

“Yeah, that, and because, he reminds me of you, so I figured he should have a name to match. Plus, he’s half german shepherd,” you elaborate, brushing his tiny paws between your fingers as Eren brings Hunter back to his chest for more pets, “I know technically that would make his name Hunter Hunter if he has your last name, but I still think it sounds cute.”

Eren pauses, eyebrows crinkling together as he processes your words. “Huh? My name isn’t Hunter, though?”

“Well, yeah, I know,” you wave him off, crouching slightly for the pup to lick at your cheek. Hunter shifts his posture so that now he’s basically sitting in Eren’s crossed arms, perfectly content with the affection he’s giving and receiving, “That’s why I said technically, babe.”

But Eren still stands confused. “What—Technically, what? I don’t get it.”

You pause, straightening your knees to look up at Eren. You’d thought he was just pulling at your leg with his earlier comment about his name, but one look into those green eyes and you knew he was dead serious. And thoroughly confused.

“I—I mean, because of your last name,” you say, “Not your first name.”

Eren’s knitted eyebrows grow closer together. “But… my last name is Jaeger.”

You blink again, looking into his eyes, then down to Hunter, then back up at him. Dear god.

“Eren, sweetie, look at me,” you reach a hand out, squishing his cheeks between your thumb and index finger, “What are you?”

“Huh? What do you—”

“Your ethnicity, babe. Where you are from—where were you born?”

“Oh, um,” Eren thinks before replying, “Germany.”

“Right,” you nod slowly, “And you understand that Hunter is half german shepherd, correct?”

“Yeah, but, then why didn’t you—”

“Hush, don’t worry, you’ll get there,” you silence him by squish his cheeks further, before continuing, “And you speak German, too, right babe?”

“Well, yeah. Remember, you think it’s sexy when I—”

“I think it’d be sexy if you understood what I was saying,” you interrupt him, squishing his cheeks again, “Now, what does your name translate to in English from German?”

Eren takes a minute to ponder that, exaggerating his already smushed lips with a pout. “Hm, um, well, Eren doesn’t mean anything, I think? Or anything easy translate—honestly, I don’t think it’s German, it might be Hungarian? Or Turkish, maybe? I should probably ask my mum—”

“Sweetheart, your last name.”

“Oh!” he exclaims, “Jaeger?”

“Yes, Jaeger.” Finally.

Eren pulls his lips into a line as best he can when you take your hand off of his face. “Oh, well that means hunter, I’m pretty sure. There’s another german word that sounds pretty similar, jä—Oh! Oh! Oh, wait babe I just got it! You named him Jaeger, but Hunter, so his name is technically Hunter Jaeger, which is also Jaeger Jaeger and Hunter Hunter!”

Eren could pass as the hyperactive puppy with his wide eyes and the way he’s almost bouncing off the walls at his revelation.

“Babe that’s genius!” he praises you, “And super cute—you’re so cute, you know that. Hunter’s the perfect name and—oh! and he’s half german shepherd, it’s like it was meant to be!”

You stare at him, deadpan, as he smothers Hunter with more hugs and kisses, exclaiming about the puppy’s “brilliant” new name, and how he’s now even more of the best boy Eren’s ever seen. Eren’s ecstatic at this point, holding the puppy with just one hand, as he all but sprints back to his room, “I gotta tell all my subscribers!”

You sigh, a begrudgingly fond look on your face as Eren disappears down the hall. Poor Hunter; you’re pretty certain a good number of Eren’s subscribers flock to his videos for his looks, anyway—not that he’s not a good gamer, or an entertaining streamer, but well, you’re not blind, or naive—throwing a dog into the mix is only guaranteed more views and likes.

You hear Eren starts to record his signature introduction, but he stops halfway because a bark from Hunter interrupts him. “Come on, little Jaeger, you have to work with me here,” Eren whines loudly, before starting over.

You shake your head with a smile. “You’re so lucky you’re cute, Eren.”

#aot x reader #snk x reader #eren x reader #eren x you #eren fluff #eren smut #aot imagines #snk imagines #aot fanfiction #snk fanfiction #eren jaeger #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader

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literaturehoeenergy · 4 years

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Opportunity

pairing: Corpse_Husband x fem!reader

genre: fluff i guess?

warnings: none

word count: 1,118

a/n: this is my first fan fiction so please go easy on me. lemme know if you want anything specific!

Being the little cousin of a famous YouTuber had its perks. Sean was friends with a lot of the gamers I was a fan of, so I got to interact with them a lot. They even invited me to play games with them from time to time. I was never really good at them, but it was fun to play.

I was in the middle of the 1980 Friday the 13th when my phone lit up on my coffee table.

Sean: Hey Y/N! Wanna play Among Us with me, Felix, and some friends?

I grinned and agreed, turning off my TV before making my way to my little office and powering on my PC. I clicked Sean’s Discord invite and smiled as I heard all the ruckus already. “Y/N!” Sean said cheerily.

“Hi you guys,” I said meekly.

“Y/N, I’ve missed you, when are you coming to visit me?” Felix asked.

“Visit you? She’s my cousin!”

“She’s my cousin!” I laughed at their stupid antics.

“I want to come visit soon, maybe after this semester ends.” Another person popped up in the Discord call named “CORPSE”. CORPSE? That’s a scary name. I thought to myself. “So, I’m still terrible at this game, but I think we will have fun.”

“Oh, Y/N, this is Corpse.”

“Hello.” A very deep voice came through my headset. Woah.

“Hi, Corpse. I’m Y/N, Sean’s cousin.”

“It’s very nice to meet you.” I felt myself blush at the “very nice”, but shook my head and changed my character color to light green and put a flower on before the game started.

CREWMATE

Thank god.

I went around, doing all my tasks cheerily, humming to myself. I tried to stick with either Sean or Felix since I knew them and trusted them. While I was in the middle of Simon Says, Sean left me to finish his tasks and when I was done Corpse was in the room. I got nervous and stood there, my little character looking at his. He stepped forward so our little eyes were touching, and then I saw the kill animation pop up.

I gasped loudly, laughing as he ran away and I was now a ghost. I sighed, doing more tasks until I was found. Charlie reported my body, and the meeting started. “All right, who killed my cousin?” Sean asked jokingly angry. Everyone mumbled their innocence, and Corpse finally spoke up.

“Charlie probably self reported it.”

“Oh my god, not again,” Charlie groaned, chuckling. “What tasks did you do this round, Corpse?”

“Uh… My memory sucks,” he said. “I went up to admin table, I did trash, I fixed the lights.” He trailed off before piping up again. “Where was Rae?”

“I was in weapons. Where’s the body?”

“Reactor,” Charlie said. “We can skip this round, but I’m super sus of Corpse, just saying.” They all skipped, and I went back to my tasks. Card swipe first try, yeah baby. I saw Corpse walking down toward shields, and I followed him until he made it to electrical. The lights were out, and I knew he was going to wait for someone to fix the lights. Poor Poki was the first to the scene, and he murdered her and vented to med bay.

Rae reported her body and the meeting got called. “Who was where? Corpse where were you?”

“I was doing med scan and then I was going out toward cams.”

“Likely story,” Charlie said. “There’s a vent from electrical to med bay, he could have easily killed her and vented.”

“That’s true, but where were you Charlie?” Corpse asked.

“I was in nav, actually.” I wonder who the other imposter is… They kept arguing, and Lily spoke up meekly.

“Uh, I have some information.” Everyone quieted down. “I saw Felix fake a task.”

“What!” Felix exclaimed. I laughed as he tried to defend himself, but he was lowkey sus. They all agreed to vote him off since Corpse apparently had this power of redirection and they didn’t talk about his suspicious activity again. The round started and the chat bubble popped up.

pEWds: I’m innocent!

Y/N: omg wait who do you think it is

pEWds: I think it’s Lily and Corpse.

Y/N: it’s def Corpse, he MURDERED me right after I finished Simon Says

pEWds: disgraceful

We ghosted around to finish all our tasks so we could follow Lily and Corpse. Corpse was stalking around, faking tasks. One of them sabotaged the O2, and they all made their way over to fix it. Sykkuno was alone on the top O2, and Lily killed him and ran up to weapons to fake that task. Sean reported his body, and they all argued and didn’t vote because there were seven, but they all seemed really sus of Lily.

The round finally ended, and the crewmates lost because of Corpse. “I cannot believe you killed me first, we just met!” I said.

“I saw the opportunity and I took it, Y/N.” I laughed.

“Sorry Y/N, I should have told you that Corpse is #1 imposter.” Sean laughed.

“You can’t see me right now but I’m pouting.”

We played a few more games, and thankfully I never got imposter. I yawned and stretched my arms up. “Hey guys, I’m gonna go. I’m tired and I have an exam in the morning.”

“Awe, well good luck, I’ll call you later,” Sean said.

“Bye! It was very nice to meet you, Corpse.” He chuckled.

“It was very nice to meet you too, Y/N.” I smiled and clicked off the Discord call and the game, grabbing my phone and plugging it in before hopping into the shower.

Corpse’s POV

“I think I’m gonna call it a night as well,” I said.

“Oh, so now that Y/N is gone, we aren’t good enough for you?” Sean said. I laughed, shaking my head.

“Nah, I wanna work on some stuff.” They all said goodbye as I logged out. My Discord was still up and Y/N’s name was staring me in the face. Should I add her? Is that weird? I took a deep breath and pressed the add button before covering the window with something else and working on a video.

Y/N’s POV

I towel dried my hair and threw on a big t-shirt and some shorts. I grabbed my phone as I plopped on my bed.

Discord

Corpse_Husband sent you a friend request

I caught myself grinning as I unlocked my phone and looked at the request on Discord. I hesitated a little bit before I clicked accept. I sighed, scrolling through Twitter until I got another notification.

Discord

Corpse_Husband: hi there, Y/N

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Let me know if you want a part 2 to this!

#corpse husband #corpse husband x reader #corpse #corpse x reader #corpse imagines #corpse imagine #corpse husband imagines #corpse husband imagine #corpse fan fiction #corpse husband fanfic #e-girls are ruining my life #stream corpse husband on itunes and spotify #and agoraphobic on youtube

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lifewithdavefarts · 3 years

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DaveFarts - Episode 4 “Post Gym Gas” [Episode List] The showers at Dave’s gym are once again out of order so he shows up at Tim’s house to take a shower. This time, however, he’s not in a rush, so he can spend a bit more quality time with his best friend… With some help from the gassy effects of his fiber bars…

Unlike the other stories, this one is told from Dave’s POV.

Post-Gym Gas

“Man… thanks again, Tim.” I said, showing up in his bedroom wearing only a pair of boxers.

Yes, only a pair of underwear. Tim’s gay? He finds this attractive?

Who cares. That’s how I act when I’m around our other straight friends and I’m not going to treat Tim “unnaturally”, or like he’s some kind of of sick person, just because he thinks he’s making me uncomfortable. Heck: he probably got a boner right now. Big. Fucking. Deal. I’ll just take that as a compliment.

“Those idiots at the gym again messed everything up. Maybe I should go to a different one.”

I grabbed the towel that Tim gave me earlier and pressed it on the rest of my body as I still felt a bit too wet. I then checked my phone, answering a couple of texts from my girlfriend Dana and put on my pair of black gym shorts (they’re not really ‘shorts’ actually as they almost go below my knees when I get up). I remain bare-chested as it’s not really a cold evening and I don’t want to sweat again: I just took a shower!

As usual, I felt my stomach rumble a bit. “Fucking fiber bars again!” I thought. I ripped like eight long farts under the shower, but I still feel bloated. Is the gym working? I’m eating tons of those bars and I just can’t see the point. Well, at least they sure make Tim happy.

Yeah… Tim, my great, disgusting best friend. Can’t believe he likes this stuff.

Look at him, trying to read his books, in silence. He’s already as red as a tomato. I wonder when he’ll understand that he doesn’t have to feel so embarrassed about this stuff, not around me at least.

Speaking of which, I think I got one ready…

I couldn’t hide my smirk as I slowly got up and walked towards my friend sitting behind his desk. I was literally towering him. Tiny, short Tim: must defend at all costs!

I don’t know how this stuff works, but I hope he’s enjoying it.

And, honestly, I think it’s hilarious, and I’m always glad to share a few good laughs with him.

“Dude. I think I got a big one for ya.” I simply said.

I turned around, chuckling a bit, pointing his butt at his face. I leaned a bit and I felt his defenseless head brushing against the fabric of my gym shorts. I already started to laugh. I’m a worthless immature, but I thought that was hilarious. I pushed a bit and the fart came out naturally, as big as my usual blasts. I made sure that my ass was still brushing against my friend’s face: I need to make clear that I’m perfectly comfortable with his fetish.

The fart vibrated violently through my shorts right in his face.

Eight seconds. Man! I’m so talented. Fucking fibers though.

I turned around to check whether my friend survived to that, and his hilarious smile confirmed that he was alive and well (and probably aroused too, but that’s a problem I can’t take care of). I bursted into a laugh, I couldn’t’ help it.

“Told ya it was big!”

He nodded at me and smiled.

As long he’s comfortable around me it’s great.

We still spend an incredible amount of time together and, to be honest, nothing really changed.

But sometimes Tim acts a bit too awkward, so I just make him understand (every. single. time.) that there’s no reason to act all weird around me. Dude, I’m like your brother, you can trust me! I trust you, that’s for sure!

Man, I’m pretty sure he wishes more face-farts right now.

I wonder if he will ever have the guts to ask me directly. He knows I’m a proud farter, I’ve always been.

Gotta admit that the funniest part about all of this is how much of a dork Tim is, seriously.

If he wasn’t gay, pretty sure some girl out there would have considered him adorable.

To me, however, it was a mixture of annoying and hilarious.

I felt my belly hurt a bit; fiber bars were still messing up with my stomach. I finally put on a black undershirt and sat again on my friend’s bed. I’ll leave in a couple of minutes though, gotta a lot of stuff to work on back at home.

“Dave…”

Apparently, Tim just grew a pair.

I saw him turning red, into a stuttering pile of awkwardness.

I pretended to have no idea of what he was going to tell me and I tried not to laugh at him.

“I’d hate to make you uncomfortable but…”

I checked my phone, not even looking at him, if that made him more comfortable.

“But since you seem so open-minded about it I was wondering… nah never mind!”

I chuckled a bit. “What?” I asked, knowing exactly what he was going to say.

“It’s just that I don’t want you to think that I want to be your friend because of…”

“…because of my farts?” I simply said, cutting him off.

He almost fell from his chair and quickly stood up, nervous as usual.

“Tim, I know you’re not an asshole. If you were, I wouldn’t be here.” I stated.

Let me tell you the truth: I knew that Tim loved my farts and most of all loved the fact that I didn’t care at all about his fetish. And that’s it. He was my friend before realizing his fetish, since middle school.

Tim always says “Oh Dave! He’s so great. Always looking out for me!”, but that’s because he’s an insecure little shit.

The truth is that Tim has always been the one looking out for me. He’s always been there, for reasons that I don’t really want to explain, but let’s just say that sometimes it was pretty serious family stuff.

He’s not an asshole: he’s the opposite of that.

I know he considers me “the” best of the friends.

Let me tell you that I consider myself lucky to have a friend like him.

It’s hard to believe, I know, since he’s so weak and awkward, while I’m stronger and all this bullshit, but trust me.

This “best friend” thing goes both ways. He’s my bro.

“Were you going to ask me for a fart?” I asked, with a smirk.

His reaction was priceless.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have done that. It’s just too… gay I guess.” he tried to say, faking a chuckle, trying to *not* sound embarrassed, completely terrified.

It’s not like this came out of nowhere though.

I did “help” somehow, not only with my continuous face-farting.

I even send him random fart videos on WhatsApp. That must be painful for him.

“That’s not what friends are for. You’re already doing so much for me. You’re being so supportive, more than I could have ever hoped, and I’m not only talking about… well… this” he said, too embarrassed to pronounce the word 'fart’ apparently. “I’m not in the position to ask for this stuff. Sorry.”

That was too easy.

I nodded and then, with a deft movement, gently kicked his ankle, making him trip on his own bed. His head landed right next to my sagging (in shorts) butt and I didn’t even need to move.

“There. Now you’re in the position to ask.” I chuckled.

He was, quite literally, in the *right* position: I could sit on his face in a moment.

I laughed so much at him, but I wanted to laugh with him.

I simply stared at my gay friend and smiled, finding his teary, embarrassed eyes a bit too hilarious maybe. I finally lifted my butt, and put it above his defenseless face. I didn’t sit directly on him: my ass was hovering above him, only inches away from his nose. I then started to fart, as I usually do.

Fiber bars were an incredible fuel. The blast almost ripped my pants. Even I could feel the wind being fired right in my friend’s face. Disgusting. Disgustingly hilarious. I bursted again into a laugh and I sat directly on his head as the fart kept going. One of my best of that day, that’s for sure. I think it lasted around 9 seconds.

Pretty sure he loved it.

“Smells great, does it?” and I lost it, laughing again like an immature jerk, despite being in my 20s.

Tim was dazed, startled and sat next to me.

I patted his shoulder in a friendly manner and he turned to me, finally laughing too.

“Gotta go now, bro.” I said, it was getting too late. “See ya tomorrow. I’m expecting you to join us this weekend. We’re having a surprise party for Lucy.”

“Of course! I already texted Greg. He’s got a new car and can pick both of us, so we can drink as much as we want!” he replied, with a rare smirk.

You smooth little fucker.

You act all awkward around me, but you’re still a party-animal.

So proud of you, bro.

“Finally! That’s the Tim I want to hear!” I said, heading downstairs. “See ya tomorrow then…”

Outside of the house, in his front yard, I then ripped one last, long, rumbling fart.

Fucking fibers!

I guess this one is literally on the house, Tim.

End of Episode 4

#fart story #eproctophilia #fartkink #davefarts2 #gayfart #malefarts

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wavyhairedbabyy · 3 years

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Idiots - Part 2

Karl Jacobs x gn!reader

tldr: They’ve both got a crush. Sucks, since they’re the only ones oblivious to it. (Slow Burn!)

CW: none, fluffy :))

a/n: Picnic portion was inspired by Sunflower by Rex Orange County :) Sorry it took so long! Major writers block on this but now I’m back :)))

edited yet?: yes - let me know if I missed anything!

Part 1 - Part 2

“So we agree, I’m Eve and you’re Wall-E?” y/n asked as the credits began to roll.

“I want to sit here and disagree with you just to spite you, but I can’t,” Karl responded, “I could 100% see you blasting someone for just walking funny on a bad day.”

“I’d blast you just for the hell of it,” Y/n jumped onto their feet raising their arms up in a big stretch after sitting for the movie.

“Bad choice,” Karl reached his arms to the side of their body, immediately tickling them. Y/n immediately screamed out his name, trying to move themselves out of his grasp. As soon as Karl noticed this, he grabbed their arm to pull them back on to the sofa.

“You’re... going... to... regret... this!” Y/n huffed out, thrashing against him. Karl’s giggles and their screams echoed around the house. It wasn’t until y/n mustered up all of their strength to push him of the couch for them to escape his clutches.

Y/n ran to the bathroom, quickly locking the door behind them. Karl quickly ran behind them only to have the door slammed in his face, “Aw, c’mon y/n, let me in.”

“After that stunt you pulled? In your dreams, Jacobs,” Y/n turned toward the sink, ignoring Karl’s attempts to unlock the door. The only thing on their mind was their night routine and then hitting the hay.

As y/n started the warm water, the door swung opened making them jump. At the door frame stood Karl with a quarter in his hand, “Next time you should check to see what kind of lock I have.”

“Whatever, smart ass,” y/n rolled their eyes playfully, reaching for their tooth brush. They brushed their teeth as Karl scrolled through his phone. After the flight, unpacking, and a night with Karl, y/n just wanted to head to bed. They couldn’t even imagine how Karl felt with all the Mr. Beast stuff. After rinsing their mouth they asked, “You goin’ to bed too?”

Karl shook his head, “Nah, I’m going to stream for an hour or two. Nick and Alex want to practice for this Minecraft Championship thing so I’m gonna root them all while also roasting the crap out of them.”

Y/n should’ve known, especially with the mountains of energy drinks in his fridge. The man probably never sleeps, “Well you enjoy that. I’m knocking out for the night.”

Karl nodded. “I figured. You and you grandma schedule,” he giggled, resulting in a pout from them.

“You say that as if dealing with sleep deprived me isn’t one of the worst things in the world.”

“I mean, you got me there,” he shrugged. He walked over to them, wrapping his arms around them tightly, “Goodnight. Knock on my door if you need anything at anytime, okay?”

Y/n nodded, hugging back just as tightly. They wished this could last together. His smell was comforting, reminding her of happiness and serenity. His hold made them feel safe, like nothing could hurt them as long as he was there. The feeling ended too quickly as he pulled away, giving them one last smile before heading off to his stream room.

Y/n looked at themselves in the mirror, huffing to themselves. Going from not seeing Karl for over a year to all Karl all the time felt like sensory overload. The butterflies, the emotions, their head racing with thoughts that they shouldn’t have for someone who is just their best friend - it was a lot.

This was going to be a long week.

***

Y/n woke up to the sun’s rays gleaming through the blinds. Looking at their phone, they saw that it was 9AM. Juggling between the staying in bed and getting up, y/n decided that getting up was the better option. The last thing they wanted to do was go back to bed and mess up their “grandma schedule,” as Karl would call it.

Moving out of the bed, they reached their limbs as far as they could stretch them. After picking their outfit, they journeyed to the bathroom to get their morning started. On the way over, they peeked into Karl’s room and saw him still asleep. They had no idea when he had gone to bed so they shut the door quietly, making their way to the bathroom once again.

As they were brushing their teeth, y/n realized it was the day they were going to the warehouse for a Mr. Beast video. They knew they weren’t going to be filmed, but the nerves were still there. They had met Chris, which was helpful, but not Jimmy yet. What if they messed up a shot? Or messed up any equipment? Not touching anything while they were there seemed like a fool proof idea.

Y/n finished up their morning routine as they kept thinking of ways to not fuck anything up. Making their way to the kitchen, they knew the one thing that could - somewhat - calm their nerves: coffee.

Y/n happily found a jar of instant coffee. Not the best, but it’ll do. Upon unscrewing the jar, they noticed it a plastic film seal up which confirmed that it was brand new. Did Karl get this just because he knew they were coming? They couldn’t recall him ever drinking caffeine that wasn’t from an energy drink. Y/n didn’t know, but the idea of it made their heart melt.

***

Once Karl woke up, he and y/n made a quick breakfast together made their way over to the warehouse.

“I don’t know why, but I’m really nervous. I don’t even know what I’m nervous about. I know it’s going to be fine, but.... I don’t know,” y/n expressed on the drive there. It was a brand new experience and they didn’t know what to expect. They’ve never been on a set of any kind let alone one for someone as well known as Mr. Beast.

“Hey, you’ll be okay. I know it can feel overwhelming, especially for your first time. I’ll be there if you need anything,” Karl comforted them through their nerves. He held their hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, “If you ever need a minute, don’t wait to ask. Just take it.”

Y/n smiled at him. He was always great at making sure they were comfortable wherever they went. While the nerves were still there, they felt a lot better knowing Karl was available, even among the chaos that may ensue.

***

The day at the warehouse went really well. Y/n’s nerves went away about an hour in, but that didn’t stop Karl from checking every now and then. Y/n was grateful that they respected them not wanting to be filmed, especially when they started filming a Fear Factor like video with snakes, cockroaches, and tarantulas. With all the creatures around, it didn’t take long for them to grab one of the smaller boa constrictors and start chasing Karl around with it.

“Y/N! STOP! WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU?” Karl screeched, running away from them.

“REMEMBER THAT TICKLE ATTACK FROM LAST NIGHT? TOLD YOU YOU WOULD REGRET IT!” Y/n yelled back. They were laughing the entire time while Karl continued his screaming. Their fun chasing Karl was cut short when snake man had to start packing away his animals.

At some point during the day, y/n had taken a step outside for a social break. Chris took this time to continue the conversation he and Karl had in the car. Walking over to his friend, he asked, “So have you told them yet?”

Karl looked around to ensure you hadn’t come back or were around before responding, “No, I’m going to wait until right before they leave. I’m scared that I’ll tell them and it’ll ruin the week.”

Chris looked at Karl, absolutely dumbfounded, “Dude, I can’t believe the two of you. And you two acted the way you did today in college too?”

“I mean, yeah. We’re best friends. What’s wrong with how we’re acting?” Karl gave him a confused look.

“Nothing but it’s so painfully obvious y’all are into each other. I didn’t pick it up yesterday, but y/n is totally into you too, man,” Chris explained, “Even Chandler was able to pick it up. He thought I was kidding when I said you two weren’t a low-key thing. Please do both of yourselves a favor and just tell them.”

This conversation ran through Karl’s head the rest of the day. Did y/n really like him back? The thought of that made his stomach do flips. He became hyper aware of all y/n’s actions and they suddenly meant more to him. When they high-fived, he felt his hand on fire when they weaved their fingers with his. He was more aware of their body on his when they hugged, butterflies flying through his stomach when they gave him a squeeze.

The drive home was spent by y/n non-stop talking about how much of a great day they had right after a heated debate on where they would be picking up dinner. They were too tired to even thinking about cheffing up a meal. What y/n didn’t know was the nerves hidden underneath Karl’s semi-cool exterior on how he planned on confessing his feelings. Luckily, “semi-cool” was his middle name.

The two had stopped at the Asian fusion place they decided to pick up food from. As they got into the car, Karl’s eyes lit up as he came up with an idea for dinner and turned to y/n.

Y/n, noticing this, furrowed their brows and said, “You either have a really good idea or a really dumb idea, and I think you’re going to tell me whether I want to hear it or not.”

“You are absolutely right!” Karl giggled, “Anyways, to keep it short and simple, picnic in the park? I have a blanket and we can pick up some ice cream or something.”

“That... actually is a great idea! I’m starting a playlist now and I’ll share it with you. How does ‘stupidly great vibes’ sound?”

“Sounds perfect.”

***

The two sat on a hill in a nearby park, digging into their dinner with the last minute playlist y/n had come up with playing in the background. The bottom of the sun was barely touching the horizon, getting ready to set and give the sky to the moon for the night.

The comfortable silence they had was one of their favorite things about their relationship. Neither of them ever felt pressure to fill the emptiness. Just being in each other’s company was entertaining and pleasing for both of them. They just watched their surroundings, while enjoying their food and each other’s presence.

After they clean up, the silence continued. They sat shoulder to shoulder, enjoying the moment they were in. They both would steal side glances at each other without the other noticing. Moving to lean their head on Karl’s shoulder, Y/n was looking at the sunset but their thoughts were swarmed with him and the last day and a half. They loved how he always made sure they were comfortable and welcomed in any setting. They loved they way his voices would crack during a fit of giggles. Just one day with him had their mind swirling in a pool of just him. His touch, his smell, his voice. They felt like they were in a trance with him.

Being with them, Karl realized how much happier he was with them there. He realized how much giddier he was waking up, how his mood had been uplifted with just their presence. He loved how headstrong they were, but never so much to the point that it hurt other people. He loved the way they could up his self esteem in the matter of a few minutes. The more and more he thought about it, the more he realized he loved them. He loved them more than just a best friend. He’s had for a handful of years. He wanted more than just the title “best friend.”

The two sat there, both individually coming to the realization that they have been falling in love with the other over the last few years. Neither caught onto each other’s hints while every outsider saw the love for one another other bloom.

Karl turned his head, spotting a small white daisy in the grass next to their blanket. He leaned over to grab it which forced y/n to lift their head from where it was, their eyes watching for what he was reach for. Plucking it from the grass, he leaned back and gave it to y/n.

“For you,” he practically whispered with the goofiest grin on his face. Y/n took the flower from his hand, returning his smile.

“Aw, thanks Karl.”

They locked eyes immediately after. Any plans Karl had in his mind on confessing to y/n immediately got thrown out the window, the hours of thinking gone to waste. In that moment, he blurted out the only words he could make sense of in that instant, “y/n... I think I’m in love with you.”

Y/n froze, trying to wrap the words he said around their head. They for sure thought they were awake but after his confession, they couldn’t be sure if they were in a dream or not. Their mind was reeling, making the task of forming a sentence that made sense a difficult one.

At the same time, Karl was giving himself a mental face palm. He wanted to confess his feelings, but not to that level. His nerves were on high alert, already assuming the worst was yet to come. He had to save the friendship at the very least.

“I-I’m sorry. It wasn’t supposed to come out like that,” he rambled, “But - uh- I’ve had a crush on you for a while now and I never wanted to ruin the friendship but if you’re uncomfortable with that, that totally makes sense-”

As he kept talking, y/n began to collect their thoughts. They thought he looked so cute when he nervously rambled but they had to cut him off eventually, knowing his anxiety levels were through the roof.

“Karl,” As soon as he heard their voice, his rambling stopped and kept all eyes on them. He looked at them waiting for a response but receiving none. Instead y/n wrapped their arms around him, enveloping him in a warm hug, “I think I’m in love with you too.”

Karl felt his heart explode. Chris was right. He hugged them back just as, if not more, tight. Any nerves he had running threw his body were replaced with pure happiness. He didn’t need to hold anything back from them anymore.

Y/n pulled away from the hug, leaning their foreheads together, “Can I kiss you?”

Karl smiled, “Honestly, it’s all I’ve want since I made that shot into your coffee.”

Y/n gave Karl a bewildered look, “What? That long?” They exclaimed

“Yeah, but we have the rest of the week to talk about it.” Karl leaned in, pressing his lips gently against theirs, wrapping his hands around them to bring them closer. The kiss was gentle and sweet, as if they would be woken up from a dream if they were anything but that.

They pulled away from kiss, but remained in each other’s arms. They stayed silent and enjoyed each other’s presence and touch, each meaning much more than they had just a few moments earlier. All that was left in the park was the semicircle of the sun on the horizon, a bag of food scraps, and two idiots, dumbfounded at the love they had for each other.

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