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mlm-writer · 11 months

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One of a Kind Booty (Peter Parker x M!Reader)

Pairing: Power bottom Peter Parker (TASM) x Top Cis Male Reader Rating: Explicit Words: 2225 POV: Second Summary: You’ve been staring at Peter Parker’s ass a lot. One night you catch sight of Spiderman’s ass and suddenly you know something about Peter Parker that most people do not. Aka reader finds out Peter Parker is Spiderman based on his ass. Note: Don’t forget to reblog and/or leave a comment in the tags/replies to help me stay motivated to write, thank you Tags: pervert!reader, teaching assistant Peter, wee bit of comedy, mentioned OC Chaz the jock, blowjob, handjob, ass-eating/anilingus, reverse cowgirl, creampie and mild ass worship

There was something about being a teacher that made one bend over a table, ass out, while explaining something. This trait apparently extended to teaching assistants and you knew exactly who was the biggest idiot in your class. You always sat behind Chaz, the nicest jock you knew, but who also retained a negative amount of information from lectures. How he got this far was one of Earth’s greatest mysteries.

Some days you felt bad for him, but during the study sessions, you loved his big dumb brain. The second it started, his hand was up in the air and the cute teaching assistant surely trudged over. Just one year older than you and yet Peter Parker looked younger with his boyish looks and nerdy tees. He bent over in front of you and you tried to not make it too obvious you were staring. The things you’d like to do to that booty were not fit for a classroom, unless this was a tacky fanfic where the mechanics of the real world did not matter.

Exams were coming up, so you found yourself staring less at Peter’s ass and more being the one asking the questions. One late night, you found yourself lounged on the rooftop of your apartment building. Your phone with your notes app lit up your face as you sipped on a drink. Whenever you needed to think, your eyes drifted up over the screen to look at the breathtaking city night view. Studying sucked, but this view always made it better.

Your peace and quiet got disturbed by a red figure landing on the other side of the rooftop. You hid behind the staircase building as soon as you could. You were no rookie to the dangers of the night, but as you peeked around the corner, you let go of the breath you’ve been holding. It was just Spiderman.

He didn’t seem to notice you as you stared at him from behind him, watching how he crouched down and used your apartment building as a little perch. There was something familiar about him. Your heart lurched when he got off the ledge. For a second you thought he spotted you, but then he started stretching. Arms up to the sky, you could see his shoulder muscles through his suit. Arms to the front, to the back. Then he bent forward, hugging his legs with straight knees and you knew exactly why he looked so familiar. You have been staring at that ass all semester.

Your mouth fell open as you tried to process this new revelation and contemplated what you were going to do with it. Right now, there was little you could do with this information. Before you could even emerge from your hiding spot, Spiderman already leaped from your rooftop to fight crime or whatever Spiderman did on a quiet night.

It was the last study session before the final exam and you should be focusing on straightening out the purpose of each equation, but you were staring holes in Peter’s everything. You knew with 99.99% certainty that he had a crime-fighting alter ego, but it was that 0.01% that was keeping you from confronting him about it directly.

Before you realised it, class was over and you were bound to either spend a couple of all-nighters or fail the exam. You packed your bag with utmost leisure, attempting to be the last one left with Peter, who was saying his goodbyes to the professor. The old woman left and it was just you and Spiderman.

“You do know that I know what you’ve been up to, right?” Your head shot up and you frowned at the teaching assistant. That was your line. Peter gave you a lopsided smile as he sauntered over to you. “Don’t look so innocent, I know you’re not.” Peter sat down on the table in front of you.

You slowly zipped your backpack up with a frown on your face, eyes never leaving those of the other man. “Are you seriously making a move on me the second you’re no longer a teaching assistant of a course I am taking?” You scoffed. Peter got a little rosey in the cheeks, but he did shrug like he had no regrets. Your teeth showed with how wide your smile got. “Such a morally good man,” you said as you slowly got closer to Peter, “not only does he have a no-fucking-the-students policy,” you leaned on the table he sat on so your faces were real close, “he also runs around in a tight red suit stopping crime.”

Your last words wiped the smile off Peter’s face. He tried to stammer out he had no idea what you were talking about, but he either was bad at lying or just too distracted by you. You ran a hand up his arm, trying to gauge if he was into it or not. “How did you know?” He eventually whispered.

You snickered as you grabbed his shoulder and pulled him closer so you could whisper in his ear. “Spiderman was on my rooftop a few nights ago and bent over. We both know I’ve had my eyes on the prize all semester.”

Peter bursted out in laughter. “Are you serious right now? You figured it out by staring at my ass?” You gave him an innocent shrug, clearly very unapologetic about the situation. “Wow… Just wow… You are really shameless, you know that?” You held up your hands, palms to the sky beside your shoulders.

“What can I say, Mr Parker? Your ass is phenomenal.” “Would you like to see what I can do with it?”

And it was not even ten minutes later that you found yourself in Peter’s tiny dorm room, pressed against the wall as he kissed the life out of you. His leg was between yours and you felt almost pathetic with how needily you grinded against him. “Never thought you’d be this… assertive,” you gasped when Peter finally let you breathe, his lips occupied with your neck.

“Don’t like it?” The other man asked as he guided your hands to his ass, humming when you squeezed his exquisite cushions. You were drunk on him. A semester of pining had you tangled in a web of desire and Peter was about to thoroughly unravel you.

When you did not answer right away, Peter pulled away to check on you, his eyes questioning and hands politely stilling. “I just did not expect you to be like this, but by all means, go ahead.” You flashed him a smile, which he returned in kind. Without breaking eye contact, he got to his knees and started undoing your pants. You watched him with bated breath.

You were not surprised that you were already supporting a semi nor that Peter started lapping at your cock like it was a treat. By now you already knew that behind those innocent eyes hid a true minx. Wet pleasure glided over your cock. You could not tear your eyes away from him. Once he had you fully hard, he started trying to take your whole length into his mouth. There was no warning, no lead up to the immense pleasure that was Peter eagerly slobbering all over your dick. A moan escaped you, before you could even think of biting your lips to hold it back. “In a hurry?” You questioned between moans.

Peter did not answer. Instead he grabbed two handfuls of your thighs and pushed you forward, forcing your whole cock down his throat. His tongue was out and teasing your balls. You threw your head back, finally diverting your eyes off him, but as soon as you did that glorious mouth was off you. You gasped, catching your breath. The world seemed to morph around you and all points gravitated towards the centre of it all: Peter Parker, on his knees with spit covering his chin and a sly smile on him as he stroked your cock.

He was on his knees and yet he had you wrapped around his finger. Peter tapped the tip of your cock against his tongue. He gave you teasing licks, the touch barely anything compared to earlier. Out of nowhere, he got up, kissed you deeply with his spit-covered lips and then stepped away. “Get on the bed and edge. I’ll be right back.” He waved in the direction of his bed, before disappearing into the bathroom.

You were stunned for a moment, until you heard the shower run. You shook your head and made your way over to the bed. You made yourself comfortable and followed the command that was given to you. You could only imagine what else was going to happen and the fantasies helped you stay on edge until Peter’s return.

When the bathroom door opened, Peter emerged, damp and naked. Your hand stilled as you ate him up with your eyes. Under all those nerdy shirts he apparently had been hiding a set of abs you wanted to lick all over. He was smooth, build out of perfect lines and arches. “Keep going,” Peter commanded as he approached like a predator. You swallowed the lump in your throat and continued stroking your sensitive cock.

Peter climbed over you and you opened your mouth, ready to receive his cock in your mouth, but it never happened. Instead, Peter shoved his ass in your face, hands parting his cheeks so you had access to his hole. Shortly after, you had both hands on his cheeks, while tonguing his hole. You were mesmerised by his scent, heady with the pleasure you got from him enjoying your ministrations. You could trace the outer muscles with the tip of your tongue, then press your tongue flat against his opening. He was relaxed enough that you could even slide inside and get a taste of where your cock was soon going to be.

You did not know how long you were eating his ass, but the end of it only neared when Peter started lubing up your cock. It started with the slow drag of his hand just to spread the liquid around, but soon enough he was edging you, while firmly planting his ass in your face, effectively preventing you from begging.

Your cock was twitching constantly by the time Peter raised his ass up. You saw him scoot forward until he could rub your cock between his cheeks. A string of pleas flowed out of your mouth like beer when you pour it for the first time in your life. You tried to touch his hips and move him onto your cock, but Peter slapped your hands away at the faintest touch. “Patience,” he reprimanded you. You groaned, but Peter was merciful or perhaps just as desperate as you. He slid down on you, reverse cowgirl style, ever so slowly. You did not know what was more maddening, the snail pace or the incredible tightness that swallowed up more and more of your cock. Peter didn’t dilly dally. As soon as he could go faster, he would be riding you faster, giving you the breathtaking sight of his ass bouncing on you. Each time it hit your skin, you could see the impact ripple through. When you reached out again, Peter allowed you to touch him and help him ride you. It was embarrassing how soon you felt your orgasm approaching. You tried to lift Peter off you to catch a break, but Peter held your hands down now, riding you like his life depended on it. “What? So soon? I knew you liked my ass, but aren’t you embarrassed?” He taunted you.

You couldn’t form the words, your mouth wide open in a silent scream as he drove you mad. Your silence was broken by a moan just as your seed started spilling out. Peter basically sat down, letting you cum deep inside him as he grinded his ass against you. It was almost too much. Your breath was ragged and hurried while Peter lifted himself off you to sit at the edge of the bed. “Holy shit,” you exclaimed after a few deep breaths, before crawling over to the other man to kiss him. It was less desperate now, but still full of tongue and desire.

“You better have at least another round in you,” Peter murmured against your lips. You smiled and ran a hand down his body to his cock, lips never leaving his. Peter gasped into your mouth as you kissed him deep, while jerking him off. You had barely gotten to speed up your movements, before Peter pushed you away with incredible strength that you would not have expected from him, before you knew about his big secret.

“Get up,” he instructed you, before dragging you in front of the foot of the bed. He scooted back and in an incredible display of flexibility, Peter pulled his legs behind his head. “Now I don’t care if you cum or not, but that cock is not gonna stop fucking me until I got my own cum in my mouth, got it?” You let out a light chuckle, bending down to kiss him again. With your lips still dancing together, you pushed the head of your cock back into Peter’s ass.

“Got it, boss.”

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starleska · 1 month

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Listen, I don't know how involved you are anymore with the WIR fandom BUT if i were to send you WIR stuff would you be against it? (ps, it's mostly Turbo/King Candy(cybug) stuff, plus self inserts and oc's). Also who's this max jägerman guy? Looks funky, ima check him out later.

hey there pal!!! :3c oh, that's very sweet of you!! 🥰 i don't mind at all - i jump around fandoms all the time!! but depending on what i'm fixating on, it may take a while for me to get round to replying 🙈 but i'll always love King Candy, and seeing OCs/self-inserts is always fun!! :3c hahahaha oh gosh um 🙈 Max is the villain from a Starkid musical called Nerdy Prudes Must Die!! he's a big dumb jock and, without spoiling anything about the show, is an absolute joy to hate 🥰💖 the musical is very much 18+ and has quite strong gorey/sexual themes, just to warn you!! but it is amazing and absolutely one of my favourite Starkid musicals of all time now hahaha, definitely give it a watch!!!

#let's be honest King Candy is always in my head somewhere. he just needs to be reactivated again dfgsdfg #sorry that i am suffering from Stupid Quarterback Fever at the moment this is deeply out of character #king candy #wreck it ralph #nerdy prudes must die #max jägerman #wir #maxwell jägerman #npmd #hatchetfield #hatchetverse #hatchetfield trilogy #starkid #starleskasks #naughty tag #suggestive

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cicimunson · 1 year

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New Year's (Conclusion to Christmas)

Author's note: Sorry loves, this is angsty and sweet, no smut this time! It's also a bit shorter, but I'm thinking about doing another part where Steve and the reader talk through the misunderstandings they've had?

Read Christmas first if you haven't read it yet!

Summary: It's New Year's Eve and the last thing Steve wants to do is party, especially since you left him on Christmas without saying goodbye. But Robin insists on dragging him out, and when you show up with a date, he realizes he needs to do something bold.

Characters: Steve Harrington x Female Reader, Robin Buckley, random oc Peter.

Warnings: Drinking, bit of angst, Steve is angry, fluff

Word Count: 1.5k

Steve sighs, checking his hair in the mirror. “Robin, I’d really rather stay in tonight. We could make popcorn, watch a movie-”

“Absolutely not! It’s new year’s eve and we are not ringing in the new year watching another dumb action movie on your couch. I want to drink and dance and at least have a chance at kissing a pretty girl at midnight!” She bounces into the bathroom, tugging on Steve’s arm.

“Fine. But I’m leaving right after midnight, okay? Consider me your wingman until then.”

Steve drives the two of them to the party Robin had been gushing about all week, eyes flickering between watching the road and watching her talk excitedly, gesturing wildly with her hands.

He’d been moody for days, specifically since Christmas night when he woke up and you’d been gone. He’d checked the house for a note, but you were just gone. He’d seen you in town one time since then, and you had walked past him without even saying hello.

He felt used. There was no other word for it. Yes, he knew that the two of you weren’t a budding romance, not even fuck buddies, but you could have at least kissed him goodbye, at least pretended that the time you spent together those two days meant something.

Robin hadn’t helped, telling him that he was only upset because he was usually the one that does the ditching, which was true, but honestly, he thought you were nicer than he was. Maybe he was right the first time, you only saw him as a dumb jock.

He doesn’t have time to dwell on it, Robin ushering him inside to the party and getting them drinks. He watches as Robin greets people she knows, nursing his beer from afar. He nods at people he recognizes, trying to seem polite but not polite enough that anyone will try to strike up a conversation.

You walk into the room and it’s like he’s been punched in the gut.

His eyes feast on the sight of you, your short red skirt and silver top highlighting every curve you have. Your lips are the same shade of red as your skirt and he briefly pictures he dick stained with that pretty shade. Your heels, fuck your heels, he wants them digging into his ass while he’s inside you.

He discreetly adjusts himself, hoping he’s not staring too obviously. He watches as you glance around the room, briefly making eye contact with you before glancing away. When he looks back, he sees red again, but it’s not your lips or your skirt.

It’s anger. Some douche has walked in behind you, his hand on the small of your back as he whispers in your ear. You giggle and lean into him, looking happy with the attention he’s giving you.

A date. You have a date on New Year’s. You have someone to kiss at midnight.

Steve finishes his beer and hunts for Robin.

She’s on the dance floor, laughing with a group of friends. Steve takes her arm, bending down to shout over the music.

“I don’t know if I’m gonna stay till midnight.”

She frowns. “You promised! Come on, dance with me. It’ll make you feel better.”

He jerks his head across the room and Robin’s eyes follow, seeing you curled up close to your date. Her expression falls. “Shit. You okay?”

“I’m fine. I knew it wasn’t anything serious between us. I just feel like she’s rubbing it in my face, you know?”

“I doubt that’s her intention, Steve. She probably didn’t know you would be here.”

“Hey, whose side are you on?”

“Yours, always. But I think you’re reading into this.”

“I’m not. She’s always mocked me, this is just another way for her to do it. I ought to give her a piece of my mind.”

“I would not recommend that. Come on, Steve, have another drink, dance a little!” Robin bumps his hip with hers. “You gotta get out of this holiday funk.”

Steve nods but isn’t listening. He watches you kiss your date on the cheek before heading to the kitchen.

“Steve, Steven, don’t you-”

He takes off after you before Robin can finish her sentence.

Your POV

You pour yourself another drink, sighing. Why you’d agree to come to this party tonight, you had no idea. And why on Earth you’d agree to come with Peter was beyond you. Sure, he was cute, but he wasn’t your type at all. Ever since Steve had dismissed you on Christmas, you’d felt low.

You told yourself there was nothing wrong with getting a little male attention,even if it was from someone you didn’t even like.

You turn from the drink table and almost slam into a solid chest. “Shit, man, sorry.” You apologize.

“You should be.”

You jerk your head up. “Oh, Steve, hi.”

“Hi yourself.”

“How are you?” You try to keep your eyes from roaming over him. He’s in a tight red sweater that makes his eyes look warm and soft, snug jeans that you know encase his ass perfectly.

“I’m doing okay, thanks. You seem like you’re doing okay, too.” He fails to keep the sharpness out of his voice.

You frown. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh, nothing. Merely an observation.”

“Okay, then.” You move past him, shaking your head.

“Eager to get back to your date?” He taunts.

You turn back to him. “What do you care?”

“Oh, I don’t. Just couldn't help but notice you draped all over him.You should probably get a room.”

“It’s just a bit of fun, Steve. That’s all I’m good for, remember?” You attempt to walk off, but Steve snags a hand around your arm, tugging you to him.

“Let go.” You snap.

“Kiss him at midnight and see what happens. I fucking dare you, Y/N.” He hisses, his other hand landing a slap on your ass.

You flush as the sound echoes in the kitchen, people turning to see what caused it.

“Stop it. You have no right to be acting like a jealous boyfriend. You’re the one that said we’d had enough fun.”

He pauses. “That’s what got your panties in a twist?”

“Don’t think you have any effect on my panties.” You retort, but being this close to him, breathing in his aftershave is definitely having an effect on you. You fight the urge to lace your fingers through his hair and tug. You pull at your arm, knowing he isn’t going to let you go and knowing that you don’t want him to.

“Ditch him. Find me at midnight.”

Your eyes widen. “What?”

“You heard me.”

“Go to hell.” You retort.

He squeezes your ass, then releases you, drifting into the crowd.

You realize you’ve been holding your breath the whole time, letting out a whoosh as you breathe deep. You make your way back to your date, trying not to think about Steve’s words.

Find him at midnight? Was he serious?

You realize Peter is talking but you haven’t heard a word he’s said. You smile and nod, trying to focus on what he’s saying.

Find me at midnight.

“We’ve got a minute left!” Someone calls out, everyone cheering excitedly.

Peter grins down at you, his arm slipping around your waist.

Find me at midnight.

“I’m so glad you finally agreed to a date with me, you’re really sweet, you know that?”

“Oh, thank you.”

“I mean New Year’s is kind of a big event for a first date, but if-”

“Thirty seconds!”

Steve. I want Steve.

You pull away from Peter. “You’re right, New Year’s is a lot of pressure for a first date.”

“But-”

You turn and rush into the crowd, searching for Steve’s red sweater.

“Twenty! Nineteen!”

Where the fuck is he?

You check around the dance floor, then look toward the kitchen.

Did he change his mind? Did he leave?

You turn and glance around the room rapidly, not seeing him anywhere.

“Ten! Nine!”

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

You sigh. Maybe this was a sign. Maybe you aren’t meant to start your New Year with Steve. Maybe you aren’t meant to be with anyone right now. And hey, that’s okay, cause-

You yelp as two strong arms lift you from the floor, turning you.

“Three! Two! One! Happy new year!”

Steve’s mouth lands on yours and you slip your fingers into his hair, kissing him deeply. He drags the kiss out until you’re both breathless.

“Happy new year.” He mumbles against your lips.

“Happy new year.” You whisper, kissing the corner of his mouth.

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#steve harrington #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington ff #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x female reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n

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freswoe · 2 months

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as always when i get Too Into a Thing i gotta make some ocs for it SO please put your hands together for:

The Birdcatchers, my fantasy high oc party! they’re currently level 12 juniors like the bad kids :D

(called the birdcatchers cause due to some shenaniganery and japes they spent their first day meeting each other while chasing after a flock of birds that had stolen their possessions)

OUR CAST:

Malory Clara Dorothy Eleanor Mildmay, (she/her), Warforged Storm Sorcerer. Basically an Enid Blyton/post-WW2 English boarding school girl dropped into an 80s American high school setting and is having a Bad Time. she is excessively polite, uses honourifics copiously, is deeply nervous and a very good liar. doesn’t talk much about her family.

Zeke Ambercrown, (he/him), Way of the Drunken Master Monk Satyr. very lithe jock kid, plays bloodrush, a lot smarter than he lets on. learnt the monk technique from his family, who love him dearly. lives at the Ambercrown brewery and enjoys experimenting with different fermenting processes to make new drinks - loves chemistry, but is willing to play the ‘dumb jock’ so he can be underestimated. following the events of their freshman year, zeke opened up the older, disused secondary brewery and worked to transform it into a place for everyone to live, work, and be safe.

Trib Ferrier, (they/them), Oath of Vengeance Goblin Paladin. very serious, and comes from a long line of Jesters. considered a disappointment to their lineage, they have instead taken on a blood oath against a rival house of dreaded Mimes to redeem themself in the eye of their family. picture the smallest goblin possible with Hugemassive eyes, the aura of a depressed businessman, and the attire of a court jester. bells and all.

Talaria (Tally) Beira, (she/her), College of Whispers High Elf Bard. tally is a prankster and a bit of a shithead, plays the bass as her channeling tool for her magic (resents being compared to Fig, as in Tally’s eyes she’s been playing the bass way longer than Fig). badly split-dyed hair, jean jacket, and missing half of one ear, she loves nothing more than planning out a good prank. despite this, she’s a terrible coward and is loathe to face consequences for her actions. she hates this part of herself but doesn’t know how to change it. but hey funny water bucket on door sick bass riff right!! haha that’s funny right!! right?

Orfeo Ravocrath, (he/him), Grave Cleric/Phantom Rogue White Dragonborn. despite being a six and a half foot tall white dragonborn wearing a black cowboy hat, orfeo is pretty hard to spot. when he wants to be seen, though, he’s seen - he’s got that southern charm, chill personality, and is also a perfect priest of death, and also seems to be the most popular of the birdcatchers. he’s a little bemused by this, as all he really wants is to go with the flow and doesn’t much care about popularity (which infuriates some of his party members to no end). rumour goes, though, that he’s not actually a cowboy - just a theatre kid who’s really, really method.

Rose Orry, (she/her), Ancestral Guardians Barbarian Tiefling. rose comes from a prestigious house of fashion designers, and she’s never seen without her signature sunglasses. she’s a classic mean bitch, vain about her appearance and prideful about her fashion designing talents, and the most annoying thing about her is that she’s actually really fucking good. beneath that bubblegum-pink, knife-sharp exterior, though, seems to be a normal high school student, forced to grow up too soon and terrified of never finding her true love.

these are the Greachurs and i love them dearly. might try to draw them soon <3 more of a ref post for me anyways

#the birdcatchers #dimension 20 #fantasy high #fantasy high ocs #dimension 20 ocs

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the-sprog · 23 days

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I'm watching Sonic prime because you can't give me multiverse and unlikely allies and think I won't watch it.

But this is the first piece of Sonic media I've ever consumed (sonic underground doesn't count cause I remember nothing of it, and neither do the films) so. Live blog lmao.

-"Shadow is... Complicated. More on that later" can't wait bro

-Ok rouge the bat is a good guy? I thought she was vaguely anti hero ish.

-what the fuck is a paradox emerald. I stopped at chaos emeralds. What's the difference? How are they created? This one was just... In a cave???

-"sonic boom of a headache" ah ah I see what you did there.

-whats with the knuckles slander!!!

-THATS NEW YORK??????

-so they're not allowed to talk to other people I guess?

-why are they making it seem like it's his shoes that make him fast????

-are rings currency? I was under the impression they were currency. Why is he looking for cash rn

-fickeis???

-he knows what smog is. How does he know what smog is. He lives in a forest.

Does he live in a forest? It's like... All green.

OH ITS WHAT EGGMAN WANTED! A WORLD RESEMBLING HIM AND NOT SONIC.

-What is the prism shatter??? Do they mean the paradox emerald? So sure they called it the paradox emerald and not the paradox prism.

-WHATS WITH THE TAILS SLANDER!!!

-Yes I know he insulted sonic as well but I think sonic deserved it in that moment.

-ok shadow was just. There. Dudes not even helping. You live here you asshole! Do your part!

-"Tails never gets upset" that's unhealthy!

-is 1992 the year the first sonic game came out? Something tells me that's the year Sonic's first game came out.

-...what's the difference between a trap and a trick?

-why Rouge! The only thing I know is that you're a cat!

-WHY ARE THEY CALLINF IT A PARADOX PRISM NOW?

-the fact the place IS called "the loop-de-loop" and it's not just what Sonic calls it is. Priceless.

-ngl I thought sonic was gonna be more... Sassy? Clever? WITTY! but no. He's a lot more like how I imagined Knuckles to be. Knuckles is my favorite btw. I know nothing of him other than he's vaguely mean and dumb. But not like Shadow's angsty edgy mean. More like a jock kinda mean.

-also no one explained why it's called the paradox prism. Or why Rouge knows what it is/that that's what Eggman was looking for.

-oh there you go end of flashback. Also where the FUCK is shadow. How later sonic? How much later?

-Rusty Rose?? That's Amy isn't it? Like Evil alternate universe Amy.

-i don't know who Babbles is.

-IS THAT A BOP IT?

-Ok no it isn't.

- I don't understand what the shoes malfunctioning means. Is his speed artificial??? Are they like Spider-man's web-shooters?

-EGGMAN IS A FATHER? WHO'S THE MOM???

-Also Rose said there were other rebels. Wonder if it's the same squad- oh they answered my question. Rouge is not Rebel. And I guess Knuckles is also a rebel. Don't know if Tails is gonna be good or not. Cause I remember seeing something about a Tails with robot... Tails.

-YOURE IN AN ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE! WHY WOULD YOU THINK THINGS WOULD BE THE SAME.

-ok I was right. His name is... Nine? Also these episodes are really long.

-oh he still has the regular tails. It's more of a doc oc situation. I thought they were prosthetics.

-GEEZ "I was trained by the misery of life and this dark and heartless city" GEEZ

-gonna assume he's gonna be like "why'd you save me??? Why would you do this for me??"

-oh lord game footage that's cool as shit.

-sonic is not gonna pierce this together is he? And Nine is not gonna be like "yeah alright this guy is insane"

-MR.DR.EGGMAN. that's... Too much.

-Aww they're doing a little Tails bragging moment. Talking about how they're friends that's sweet.

-CHAOS COUNCIL? We're back to the chaos nomenclature??? what happened to the paradox shit? the hardest part of this is not that I don't have any sonic knowledge, it's that I have SOME sonic lore knowledge gained through osmosis and it's clashing with the lore that they're trying to establish in this cartoon.

-Nine is going for the full spider aesthetic huh?

-yeah. the tails are cool. I've always liked tails too, he's just too smart for me and i feel awkward when i don't understand him.

-COOL SHOES UPGRADE. Ok so the shoes are like... making it so that he doesn't explode due to the natural energy in his body, which i assume is what makes him fast. and that he'd be faster if he didn't have them, but also... more explode-y.

-HE ISN'T MISSING MEMORIES YOU IDIOT

-Oh the baby is back. I don't know how to feel about the baby.

-BLUE STREAK lol

-Ok that's an pixar's incredibles looking trap.

-OH SHIT SHE'S A ROBOT? oh not a robot. Rose is a cyborg and the way she talks about it amkes me sad.

-Nine??? is good or?? confused about his alliances.

-What. who. what. there's a whole family??? is... eggman their dad or?? who's the mom?

-of course he has hair in this "perfect" universe.

-are they like the chaos emeralds that can fuse to become the master emerald? and part of a whole??

-what's with casual dehumanization

-gosh he's such a dumbass but like an annoying one but also like indearingly so?

-I'm never gonna remember which eggaman is which. except babbles cause. yknow. toddler.

-omg the lasers effect is so ucking cool!! thay's a real nice scene ahhhh-

-they're like video games levels. alright. for now I'm really enying the visuals and the storytelling methods. on the story itself i'll see when it really gets going.

-oh no.

-ok I like the baby.

-OH THE PLOT THICKENS! the same energy as what powers the city? is the city powered by the emeralds? or by like- SHADOW??? IS THAT YOU-

-oh flashback 2. I don't know why but somethign about Tails' design looked... off. he felt naked. does he usually have like a scarf? goggles?

-Knuckled is just... hanging on the plane oh lord i'm dying.

-WHAT DO THE RINGS DO??? "in case eggeman gers in a lucky shot: rings" what??

-DOES SHADOW HAVE ROLLERBLADES?? ok he's raising on my list of favourite characters.

#me me post #sonic the hedgehog #sonic prime #liveblogging

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connie-taylor · 5 months

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tldr: dumb rant about ppl acting like anyone who ships danny/julie and le.land/ana are wrong and heres why!!!! just tired of seeing the same arguments everywhere. obviously danny/maria and le.land crushing on julie are canon, just leave the d/j and l/a shippers alone damn

everytime someone brings up "hey why does danny call julie sweetie if he is supposedly dating maria" people always say "uhm its common in the south in the 70s for old women to call everyone petnames" or "uhm julie calls the girls babe does that mean shes dating them too".

and, it just genuinely frustrates me.

first of all, danny and le.land are not old women. they are 21 and 18 year old men, respectively. saying "sweetie" is common for older women to use as an endearing pet name doesn't apply when the people using the petnames are teenage/young adult men?

also, even IF you use that as your reasoning, why then does le.land not call connie or julie sweetie? why does danny not call connie or ana sweetie?

danny ONLY addresses julie with the petname, no one else in their group.

le.land ONLY addresses ana with the petname, no one else in their group.

some people then use the argument that le.land is older than ana (by a year) and was friends with maria (her older sister), so he sees ana as a younger sister figure too and is using it platonically in that way and that's why he doesn't call any of the other girls petnames because the other girls are older than him. that'a fair, but still fails to explain why danny (21, oldest in the group) only addresses julie, specifically with the petname, when she is the same age as him.

then when you get into "julie calls the girls ____", "ana calls julie _____". whether or not you hc any of the group as lgbtq (which i do, lol) - you cannot hold the girls saying those names to their other female friends to the same standard as young men saying those names to one specific girl in their friend group each? as much as i'd like to say hell yea, equality!!!! it just doesn't make sense for the character personalities (strong headed 18 yr old jock, rough around the edges guy from the wrong side of the tracks) that GUN wants to push for le.land and danny to have, for them to use petnames in the same way that a hyper feminine girl from cali would use them.

as a side note, i have seen many people say that if they (maria) heard their boyfriend (danny) calling one of the other girls in their friendgroup (julie) sweetie like that, that they would be very uncomfortable which makes sense because sweetie is almost always used, in the context of a young man and woman together, romantically. absolutely no one is saying that the term is ALWAYS romantic or the petnames ALWAYS are romantic in general, but within the context of the group and their personalities, it is a very odd choice by GUN to have each guy single one girl out with the petnames.

in horror movies as well, it's extremely common for there to be 1 or more couples within friend groups, that's just common tropes, even within the original tcm film there is kirk and pam, and sally and jerry then franklin tagging along.

to me, in my honest opinion, it really seems that GUN originally planned to have ana and le.land as a couple, and julie and danny as a couple. i have no clue what happened between then and now, but even pre-release one of the devs had posted "maaaaybe" in reply to someone asking if le.land and ana were dating, which of course originally set people into thinking that they were. obviously, that was not a confirmation of that, but it was misleading if the answer was firmly no. i just think they had other plans in mind for the victims but already had voicelines recorded. i'm sure in the upcoming lore stream they will give some half assed reason like "oh julie is marias bff so danny calls her sweetie cuz maria liked her" or something, but oh well.

i just wanna like my ships in peace without people throwing that stuff at me. at the end of the day they are my ocs anyway, and GUN lore is sloppy and half assed anyway so we ignore most of it. the pals all date and kiss and smooch and thats it

#not tagging this cuz i dont want ju////***land ppl to come at me tbh #but rant about t///c///m game and the couples and stuff #idk just tired of ppl leaving comments on my hc posts #who gives a fuck if the ship isnt canon why do u feel the need to intrude. go elsewhere and ship whatever u want?#cant imagine going on another ships post and being a dick #at least i complain in my own spaces lmao

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nebulacollege · 9 months

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is it perchance too early to ask who is fucking who... and maybe some notes/'headcanons' about these relationships? (it's your own ocs so they're not headcanons but idk how else to really express what I mean!)

That’s a good question, but such a difficult one... Nothing is certain and I’m not sure how well I’m going to follow what’s going to be written in this reply, so please forgive me!

I’d love to give you a Ryu’s more classical reply with headcanons, but even describing everything in more details takes so much time lol so this answer is just more detailed notes of their relationship.

One thing is sure though: the story is a harem story, and Edmund is the bottom bitch lol so the ships are: Niall/Edmund, Ned/Edmund, and Liam/Edmund. Let’s start with Niall.

Edmund doesn’t like Niall because he’s a fake ass bitch. He has a strong suspicion that Niall isn’t as perfect as he tries to make it look like, even though he doesn’t have any proofs. His popularity is annoying to him, and people who fall for it (like almost the entire school) seem dumb to Edmund - there is no way someone can be so perfect by using honest means.

Niall doesn’t like the fact that Edmund dislikes him so openly, so he tries to act twice as nice to him just to prove him wrong. That’s what he wants people to think. In fact, he’s quite annoyed by this attitude, so his extra attention to Edmund is also done out of spite – he knows how much Edmund dislikes being the centre of attention. Niall gets on his nerves while also looking like a helping hand to a lonely loser in the eyes of others.

So, Niall is bothering him from time to time under the disguise of caring for him, and Edmund wants nothing to do with him while being more open about his disdain.

Not very romantic, right? Their “love story” would depend on something that I’d rather not spoil, but this core basis would remain even if they start dating. Maybe their hate would become stronger, so they’ll have nice love-hate relationship, with the only love between them being passionate sex lol

Next is Ned/Edmund... They have the least thought out relationship, because I hope to write them as the story goes. They depend heavily on it, so there is no pre-established bias like with Niall, so it’s all vague, but their love is the closes one to resemble... well, love.

Ned is someone who is used to depend on a strong/weak division in his life, both in physical aspect and in terms of skills and personality traits. So to him, Edmund, who is quite lacking in all of those aspects, seems underwhelming at best and not very notable. However, this is the first time in his life when he might start thinking that all of this is kind of cute... only after talking enough times with Edmund and gaining sympathy for him.

Edmund has similar bias, but definitely not such a strong one – he’s going to get warmer much faster, and his idea of Ned being a dumb jock is going to disappear into thin air after a couple of conversations. As the chart suggests, he’ll think Ned is cute.

The thing is, when Ned does something, he does it on a big scale. So his love is also going to be extremely passionate, obsessive and... scary. The longer he’s in love, the more intense he and his feelings get. Even if Edmund loves him in return, Ned is overwhelming and doesn’t really listen to him all that well because of his controlling nature.

Liam is his own planet and Edmund is just “lucky” enough to stick around. Since Liam doesn’t like other people all that much, Edmund became his chosen friend by accident. I think Liam would mix their friendship and his sympathy for Edmund into this weird cocktail when they’re not dating, as Liam doesn’t care about dating, but Edmund would still get all the playful flirting (which he has already partially received when they were just friends) and enjoy the special treatment of “now everyone is suffering but you”.

Edmund, on the other hand, can’t tell what Liam is thinking at all, so him agreeing or disagreeing to certain things still can end in something entirely unpredictable. Liam doesn’t listen to him properly anyway. Liam’s physical touches feel very nice, but I think that Edmund’s mind, as well as his heart and his feelings towards Liam, would be a mess.

#nc replies #edmund weyton #ned stafford #liam vernetti #niall mccarthy

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ficklecat · 8 months

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My OCs, aka Axel’s Brainpals

I have many hyperfixations, my friends. Some of them I even create myself, as a treat, that way there is truly no escape nor end to my suffering 😌

These three are OCs of mine that are very dear to my heart, who I have crafted lovingly and who are currently running amok in my google docs. I’ve dubbed them/their story “Epiphytes” for now. They are set in modern day (2010s) and are continuously evolving to become more unique and fleshed out as I write them. I hope you enjoy learning about them and please feel free to send me any questions if you’re interested in knowing more!!

Phineas “Finn” Morgan

Age: 25

Sexuality: Bisexual

Gender: Cisgender male

Birthday: February 25 (Pisces)

Appearance: about 5’ 10”, but looks taller due to his long limbs, swimmer’s build, white hair/skin and violet-red eyes due to albinism, androgynous features especially in face and hands, doesn’t wear glasses often but has them (prefers contacts), very poor vision, loppish wavy hair that can often be unruly/windswept looking

Personality: subdued but friendly, a little socially awkward at times but often endearing, tendency for skittishness which he can overcompensate for by being overly sincere, fiercely loyal and protective, a little codependent, fretful nature but is earnest in his attempt to trust people and remain calm, anxiety/PTSD which manifests in periodic insomnia that makes him forgetful/emotional, intelligent and bookish but worldly as well with a slight propensity for coming off as just a tiny bit pretentious, creative and romantic, “soul of a poet” kind of guy

Family: Patrick Alexander Morgan, father (deceased); Heather Morgan, mother (deceased); Kenton “Kenny” Daniels, foster brother

Occupation: teaching assistant, graduate student of classic & romantic literature

Fun facts: plays piano and can sing well but doesn’t, dislikes sweets but loves marshmallows/s’mores, functionally bilingual in Spanish and English, has 4 dogs all named after dogs from famous literature, favourite comfort show is We Bare Bears, favourite food is a BLT on sourdough bread, tea over coffee, loves romcoms and thunderstorms, favourite music is 80s rock/pop but will scream-sing Lana Del Rey and Hozier

Emmanuel José Domingo Alvarez (Manny Domingo)

Age: 25

Sexuality: Gay/Demi

Gender: Cisgender male

Birthday: June 30 (Cancer)

Appearance: athletic build, bulky and toned, around 5’ 8”, brown skin and eyes (Guatemalan), curly black hair which he keeps relatively short along with short facial hair (scruff), strong jawline and nose, large mouth and “smiling” eyes, sort of “hunky/dreamy” looking

Personality: extremely sweet and loving, happy-go-lucky, very emotionally insightful and empathetic, can be over protective and over enthusiastic at times, optimistic but not unrealistic, though sometimes can fall prey to toxic positivity (doesn’t like to dwell on negative emotion which can make him bottle things up), often assumes the role of mediator or peace keeper but does it more out of love than fear of conflict, animal lover, seems like the “dumb jock” but is very thoughtful, strong sense of equality, teacher’s pet vibes but genuinely because he likes school, charismatic and respectful, “will try anything once” kind of guy

Family: Santiago “Diego” Domingo, father; Mariana Alvarez, mother; 1 younger brother he doesn’t know

Occupation: physical trainer, graduate student of physical therapy

Fun facts: excellent dancer, sweet tooth/snacky in general, bilingual in Spanish and English, can get competitive especially during sports, loves board games for this reason, favourite comfort show is whatever anime he’s currently binging, black coffee, favourite food is anything his dad makes or Pad Thai, also loves romcoms, favourite music is 80s hits and 90s alt punk (big fan of Sublime and Green Day)

Violet Roberta Hughes

Age: 21

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Gender: Cisgender female

Birthday: November 2 (Scorpio)

Appearance: short (5 feet), very soft features all around, midsize/curvy, green eyes and LOTS of dark black-brown hair that is wavy/loosely curly naturally, “luscious” lips and demure/angelic facial features, doe-like eyes, higher cheekbones

Personality: dynamic and magnetic, she says what she means, but has a tendency to fall in love fast and then get hurt hard after, wants people to be better than they are, passionate and outspoken, sometimes too forgiving of people especially if she loves them, perfectionist at times with things she feels are important, takes herself seriously but doesn’t let it prevent her from finding joy in small things, determined when trying new things, open-minded and affectionate, a little dorky when she’s comfortable

Family: Nadine Hughes, mother; Robert Hughes, father; Patricia “Trisha” Long, step-mother

Occupation: undergraduate student, biology

Fun facts: LOVES dogs, enjoys arts and crafts and homemade gifts, really good cook but a better baker, went through a “goth phase” in high school but still loves the aesthetic, loves horror movies, favourite comfort show is American Horror Story (season one) or Breaking Bad, loves flavoured lattes and is definitely a Starbucks girly, favourite food is sushi/poke, favourite music is 00s alternative (FOB/Panic), also likes Mitski, Mother Mother, and modern folk/indie

Relationship

Finn & Manny grew up together and had an established, borderline codependent relationship before Violet was introduced. After many years and various iterations of their friendship and love, Finn & Manny decided on an open relationship, and about 2 years later, Finn met and fell very hard in love with Violet. At first, Violet was worried about engaging in non monogamy but now self-identifies as polyamorous. The three of them are essentially a “throuple” with no primary partnership. They each have a different type of bond with the other but overall they’re SO very much in love with each other. 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

I could scream more about them but I’ll chill for now 😜 Thanks for letting me blabber about these three I love them they are tiny babies I carry them in my pocket every day.

#seriously please feel free to ask me about them I will cry #oc content #OCs #axel’s brainpals #ax says stuff n things

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madaboutmunson · 2 years

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Don't Stand So Close To Me

Word count: 8.6K

Pairing: Eddie Munson x AFAB OC

Summary: Lyra just managed to get herself expelled from her fancy private school and landed at Hawkins High 6 months ago. Determined to graduate she keeps focused on her work and hasn't made any friends yet. The one constant in her daily school life is one Eddie Munson, who she's been trying to keep at a distance for the benefit of herself and him.

Warnings: Fluff, arguing, mild bullying

Part 2 | Chapter list | Eddie Munson Fanfiction Masterlist

Lyra wasn't new to Hawkins but was fairly new to Hawkins High, having transferred from a private school about six months ago due to an 'inappropriate incident' with one of the class technicians who just happened to be the headmaster's son. So naturally, they kept their position, and Lyra had to change schools.

Despite being here for nearly six months already, Lyra hadn't made that many friends. She just felt as though after what happened at her previous educational institution, she best just get on with her work and graduate. Of course, what had happened wasn't entirely her fault, but she did recognise that it wasn't something that could have happened to just anybody.

Lyra loved to learn and revelled in being intelligent, but her kryptonite was when someone taught her something she didn't know. Guided her to a new piece of knowledge. To be bested by someone in smarts, but not belittled, just sent shivers down her spine.

That's why the incident occurred the way it did. It would have been fine if it had been a teacher and Lyra pairing. Teachers were much older, and it was their job to know more, but a typical jock-type guy who just happened to be an expert in chemistry, who was only four years older, when Lyra just happened to need assistance with a project, and the teacher had a Bunsen burner emergency.

All the pieces just fell into place, and the series of interactions that followed had caused a wildfire in Lyra's endocrine system for this, Curt, ultimately leading to her expulsion.

Walking down the hall one average Monday morning, she noted how It still felt strange to not be in uniform. Stranger still to be around swarms of people also not in uniform. Walking down the hallways was like being visually assaulted by hundreds of personalities, or lack thereof in some cases.

Though it was a lot more fun for someone obsessed with analysing human behaviour to pick apart these glaring displays of teenage peacocking and figure people out very quickly.

Lyra knew you had to look beyond the glaring adverts and find the subtext. For example, a group of letterman's jackets and cheer uniforms. One might argue that the team outfits made them all one unit, a want to be the same, to fit in. While that was correct for the most part, the more minor differences identified a person. For example, a bracelet that stands out to scream quietly 'I'm not like the others, a haircut that only they had originally but now thirty per cent of the school copied, shoes not as bright white as their teammates, or the tell-tale scuffs on knuckles from nights of frustration.

Finally approaching her locker, Lyra's daily nemesis, she takes out a pen and shoves it on the side of the door before unlocking it and then frantically wrestling it to open. Why couldn't they just replace the dumb thing was beyond her.

"You know...there is a much cooler way to open that." A voice says from behind the door.

"Yes, Eddie, I'm sure there is, but this is the only way I can do it, ok?" Lyra says, rolling her eyes behind the door, exchanging her books and closing the locker back up.

"Well...I'm only saying because..." He starts to say, and Lyra joins in with him

"...it used to be my locker," they say in a duet. Eddie frowns a little at Lyra, imitating his voice.

"You must tell me this at least once a day, Eddie," Lyra says before walking away.

"Well! Excuuuuuuse me for trying to help!" he says after her with wide eyes.

Lyra turns back, nods her thanks at him, and continues her walk to class. She probably could use his help, but she couldn't risk it. Having just been expelled, and, ok, if the worst happened, she wouldn't get expelled about it, but her parents would probably disown her if she started swooning over the devil incarnate.

At lunch, Lyra drops by the resources office to photocopy some of her maths tuition posters to put around the school.

The place was buzzing with the people who ran the newspaper. It must be either a scandal or their deadline had moved. Either way, it wasn't Lyra's concern. All she needed to do was weave her way through them and get to the copier.

Finally, at her destination, she puts in the poster, taps in the number and hits copy.

OUT OF TONER

Lyra stops one of the newsies bustling past, "Hey, the toner is out. Could you maybe replace it or point me to where it is, so I can replace it?"

They roll their eyes and peer around Lyra, "Eddie!! Did you finish the toner and not replace it...again??!!"

Lyra turns and follows their eyes, "Look, man, I was gonna replace it, just as soon as I'd finished writing everyone's names on the character sheets, alright? I wasn't just gonna leave it." Eddie says in a poor attempt at sincerity.

Lyra looks over Eddie, who already has a bag on his back and lunchbox in hand. He had no intention of replacing the toner. In fact, he was just leaving.

Lyra rolls her eyes, "I can do it, just show me where it is, ok?"

Eddie waves his hand in front of him so Lyra can squeeze past into the supplies cupboard. She looks around the shelves for something that might resemble a toner cartridge. In truth, she had no idea what to do, but she was sure it couldn't be complicated if Eddie could do it.

"It's that one there," a voice says behind her, a ringed hand pointing over her shoulder at one of the boxes on the shelves.

"Thank you, Eddie. I can take it from here." She says sharply, firmly grabbing the box from the shelf.

As she turns around, Eddie has one hand on his hip, the other in a thinking gesture, with one finger tapping on his mouth, "Hmmm...how about you just let me do it, and then the news nerds will get off my case about it?" He suggests.

"How about no, ok? I can figure it out," Lyra says a little defiantly.

Eddie narrows his eyes at her, "What is with you?" He folds his arms, "Is it because you're such a smarty pants you don't think you need help and would rather waste time trying to figure it out? Or is it you just don't want my help, personally? Or some other dumb reason?"

Lyra pulls the card, "Is it because I'm a woman? That's why I need your help with a machine?" She folds her arms in response.

Eddie catches on quickly, "No, actually. It's because you said you'd figure it out" he paces towards Lyra, "And also I need to stay on the right side of these hacks, so I can keep using their stuff for Hellfire" he raises his eyebrows at her and says quietly, "So don't try and pull that sexist shit on me, ok?" He finishes with a smarmy closed-mouth smile.

Lyra barges past him, saying nothing. Once back at the photocopier, she reads the instructions and tries to follow them.

"Not as easy as you thought, huh?" Eddie says, looming over her.

"Would you just piss off, Eddie?" she says through her teeth in annoyed hushed tones.

"Oooooooh", Eddie pretends to shudder and smiles broadly, "No. I don't think I will." He pulls out a character sheet from his bag, tears it, and throws it in the waste paper basket. "Now, would you look at that? I'm gonna need another copy now! Guess I better wait until the copier is fixed," he shouts for the room.

"Munson! Haven't you sorted it out yet?" The editor shouts over the hubbub at him.

"I'm trying to. But, unfortunately, Lyra here has her panties in a twist about doing it herself. I could have fixed this ages ago!" He bellows back across the room.

Lyra tenses her mouth, "I've almost got it, actually!" She shouts up. She hadn't, not at all, but she needed him to go away, or at least back away. Unfortunately for Lyra, only the opposite of her wishes came true.

Eddie shakes his head at her, "No, you don't, not even close."

He stoops down next to her and takes the cartridge from her hands, flipping it over in his hand with an effortless spin. "See, you've got it the wrong way here, easy mistake to make and also...."

Lyra feels her heart rate pick up, holding her breath to imprison a sigh. She's absolutely done for. The intensity of his stare on the project and how his tongue pressed against his top lip in concentration had absolutely entranced her.

The back of the arm of his leather jacket brushes against her torso, sending a tingling sensation through her body, as he reaches into the copier and flicks something with his knuckle, "That needs to be set there before you can..."

He was so close to her right now, his arm still lightly pressed against her body, his facial profile directly in front of her, and his long tendrils of hair spilling over the shoulders of his denim vest.

It took all the power she had not to inhale deeply, to capture this moment, to capture him. Instead, she clasps one of her hands in the other as if to restrain them.

He pulls off a plastic tab with his teeth. Lyra's eyes fall and focus on his mouth, those two perfect pillowy pink lips, still with the tiny plastic tab between them. At this distance, she could probably count every ridge on them or the few hairs above them that he'd probably missed shaving that morning.

Her mind wondered for a moment about the duality of his face, areas that would almost be too soft to stand running her fingers across, directly next to the coarseness of his facial hair or textured skin.

Luckily for her, his eyes are still on the copier, he's not aware of the thorough inspection he was undergoing, and he shoves the cartridge into place with a click, flicks the switch back, and looks at her, "easy as that, see?"

Their eyes meet for a split second before she hurries hers away and nervously swallows.

Lyra is frozen in place, but having torn her eyes away, she has enough gusto. She clears her throat and stands up, eyes focused on the copier, "Ok, well, I would have got there eventually. I'll just get these copies done and be on my way", she says coldly.

Eddie is gobsmacked and just stands there for a moment, frowning and silently gesturing at the copier until his voice eventually returns, "I believe the words you are looking for are 'Thank you."

Lyra is busy trying to remember why she was here in the first place...the posters, right...yep, that was it...and trying desperately not to think about any of the slow-motion replays of what just happened. Instead, in her mind, she just repeats to herself, 'It's just Eddie', 'He annoys you every day' as she taps in the number of copies and hits copy.

"Well?!" Eddie emphasises expectantly.

His demand for gratitude does the trick, and her body and brain settle again, "Yes, of course. Thank you, Eddie" her tone is almost apologetic as she gathers up her copies and makes for the exit.

As she walks away, she cannot resist a look back. Eddie, still at the copier but thankfully not looking at her, is frowning, a look of confusion on his face. Maybe Lyra had been too soft in her thanks, she'd let the wall crumble a little, and Eddie was not used to that from her.

Being on the receiving end of interactions with Lyra, Eddie mostly got sniped at, batted away, condescended to, eyes rolled at, cursed at, but thanks, without sarcasm, no.

Lyra hurries down the hallway to the toilets and takes a moment to collect herself, 'there is only the afternoon to go. Everything is going to be fine. You've just gotta get through...'

Lyra slumps her head forward in hopelessness at the realisation it was Drama next, in fact, not just next but past the end of school, getting everything ready for the performance next week.

If there was one class you couldn't escape, Eddie, it was Drama. He thrived in there, not having to sit still, improvisation. Plus, when he was engaged in the class, the teacher adored him, which just added fuel to the Eddie attention fire.

Lyra decided to head to class early and catch Mr Cooper before anyone else arrived.

"Excuse me, Mr Cooper, I'm sorry to bother you before class, but..." Lyra starts

"Ah, Lyra! Eager to get started, are we?" Mr Cooper was a stout man with combed-over mousey brown hair and glasses that magnified his eyes tenfold.

"Well, that's what I wanted to talk to you about, sir. It's a bit of a request of a delicate nature." She says awkwardly

Mr Cooper's eyebrows raise as he waits for her to continue. Lyra's brain is racing with excuses until it finally lands on one that potentially might work, "So I was wondering if I could just work on the scenery today. On my own. I just...well...I'm feeling very irritable today and don't want to take it out on the rest of the class. Plus, it will get us a little ahead for next week, right?"

Mr Cooper's eyes are wide, and his cheeks flush a little as he stumbles over his words, "Well...er...but of course...and...um very considerate of you Lyra...thank you. Do you need anything? A hot water bottle, perhaps? I can send for the nurse."

She waves her hands at him, "Nope. No need, all good here. It's more the mood than anything else" she gives an awkward work-type laugh, "Thank you, sir. I really appreciate it".

Lyra happily scampers backstage, finds a pair of overalls to throw over her clothes, grabs a tool kit and some paints, and gets to work.

She hears the bustle of class filter in, chairs scraping into the start of the class circle.

Mr Cooper's voice rings out, "So, as we're all aware, the production is next week, most of you being cast or backstage. So we'll put it to the vote....er Eddie, I haven't told you what we're voting on yet."

"Oh, I'm not voting, just we're missing our prompter slash seamstress slash lighting assistant," Eddie says a little louder than necessary.

Shit. He must suspect she's hiding out back here.

"Well, Eddie, if you must know, Lyra is working on scenery today", Mr Cooper starts, and there is the sound of a chair scraping, "Eddie!! I really wouldn't go back there! She said she was feeling unwell and wanted to work alone. So if you could take your seat please, we can get on with the lesson or rehearsal. Which is what we were about to vote on."

"Well, I vote for rehearsal, but back to the important matter here. According to that very informative play we did last month, one of the first signs of drug addiction is withdrawing from others, and if it's alright with you, Mr Cooper, I'd much prefer to check on her. Just wanting to make sure I've been an observant peer, you know?" Eddie has managed to push the correct sequence of Mr Cooper's buttons. He knows he can't refuse him. Otherwise, it makes a mockery of the Just Say No campaign, and he's actually showing that he paid attention.

There is a small silence, and then a scraping of a chair and scampering of sneakers on the wooden stage as Mr Cooper continues his vote. Lyra shuts her eyes, bracing for impact.

"There you are! What are you doing back here?" Eddie says quietly.

"I could ask you the very same, Munson." She mirrors his volume but with a hint of annoyance

"Well, I asked first, so..." He folds his arms and taps his foot.

Lyra stands up with a hammer in her hand, gently tapping it against her other palm, and stares him down, "All I wanted to do today was to work alone", she says coldly, "We are behind on the scenery because Clara was sick last week with Mono. Is that a good enough reason for you, Eddie?!"

Eddie purses his lips, tilts his head and narrows his eyes at Lyra, "You do know Clara is in Hellfire Club, right?" Lyra's stomach drops. She had completely forgotten there were any girls in Hellfire at all, "She wasn't out sick with Mono last week. That was Alan, who, now correct me if I'm wrong, helps you out with the costumes. So if anything, you should be rushing us all through our fittings."

"All the costumes are fine. We're way ahead of schedule. The scenery, on the other hand", Lyra gestures at the blank plywood backdrops, "So maybe Clara could have spent a little less time playing Merlin and a little more time as Picasso?" Lyra adds with a dash of snide.

"Anyway, why are you back here....concerned citizen?" She laughs.

Eddie smirks, pinches his thumb and forefinger together, and uses them as physical bullet points, "First of all...Lie-ra, Clara isn't a mage. Second, I just came to give you the maths tuition poster you left in the copier. Thirdly I don't think you have a clue about building structurally sound scenery. Fourth, if I were to ever so gently bump this backboard right now, it would topple over," he glances around the back of the board and looks back at her, "and take all the other boards with it. Then lastly, you don't intimidate me with your little hammer there. If I were a hard candy, maybe I'd be worried," he laughs.

"You wouldn't dare!" Lyra says through gritted teeth.

"Oh! But I would because I will get to the bottom of your weirdness earlier." He hovers a hand in front of the backboard whilst goading her with his facial expressions.

"You'll only piss off Mr Cooper and get kicked out." She says, folding her arms.

Eddie chuckles, "No, see, in any other class, you'd be right on the money, but Mr Cooper likes to let the punishment fit the crime. So let's say I was to break one of these" he pokes a board gently and it creaks for a moment before wobbling back into place, " I'd have to spend time fixing it, wouldn't I?" Eddie's eyes sparkle with mischief, and Lyra starts to feel increasingly nervous.

"Ok, well...um...we don't have to do that, alright. So what is it you want to know?" She asks quickly. Eddie's eyes lock on Lyra.

"Now that was a quick turnaround of attitude. The second one today, in fact." Eddie smirks as he puts his hands in the pockets of his jeans. "Which is exactly what I'm curious about, to be honest", he says, scanning Lyra carefully.

Lyra scoffs, "I have no idea what you are talking about, Eddie." She lies, "I don't say what you wanna hear. You plague me. I do say what you wanna hear. I'm being weird."

"It's the change in your tone", he explains, drawing out his words, and taking a step toward her.

Lyra panics and jumps to ridicule. She puts her hands to her sides and imitates a robot, complete with a monotone voice, "Does. This. Suit. You. Better. Eddie?"

"A humour defence mechanism....interesting", he smirks and hip bumps the back boards. Sending them all crashing to the ground in a domino effect.

"Oops!" He says, covering his mouth in a cutesy way and lifting his one heel off the floor

Lyra is about to lose her temper at him, but before she can, someone gets there first, Mr Cooper, "What the blazes is going on back there?" He bellows.

Mr Cooper rounds the corner and is relieved that there is actually some distance between the two of them, "Sorry, Sir, total accident. I'm happy to fix it up." He turns one of the boards around to show the drama teacher, "It was pretty fortuitous this happened now rather than on opening night, though, right?"

"Well..." Mr Cooper is swayed by his favourite pupil's charming smile, "alright then, but I want no more disturbances for the rest of the afternoon, got it?"

"But sir..." Lyra starts to protest.

"No, no, Lyra, I won't hear of it. He's broken it. He can fix it. Undoing all your hard work like that, he can at least help out." Mr Cooper adds, walking away.

Lyra's mouth becomes a tight line. Eddie's smugness is taking up most of the air backstage right now.

They work a few metres apart for the next hour or so, not speaking to one another but not in silence. Eddie makes conversation with his tools, sings or hums parts of songs, and even practices his lines in several accents.

Lyra keeps focused on making the board she has more structurally sound. She gives her board a hard push, and this time it doesn't topple over. It just moves back on its wheels. "Perfect," she says happily, marvelling at her workmanship.

The sense of achievement is another thing Lyra relished. It filled her with a fuzzy glow of joy that few other things could replicate.

"Perfect? Really? Lemme See" Eddie pounces on the opportunity to converse once Lyra utters a singular word.

She hears him run across the stage, but before she can stop him, he's launched himself at the edge of the board. Then, to both of their surprise, he simply rolls away, gripping onto the side of it rather than causing any damage to himself or the board.

The surprise on Eddie's face as he rolls past Lyra makes her erupt with laughter, and as Eddie scoots back on the backboard, his look of alarm has melted to a smile and occasional soft laughs of his own.

"It's a damn good job, Lyra. I'm gonna ask if we can rewrite a scene so I can sail in on it" he theatrically puts his hand to look into the distance before dismounting from the board.

Lyra is wiping the tears of laughter from her eyes. It wasn't even that what happened was that hilarious. It was more an explosion of real emotion rather than having to keep things hidden.

Eddie, still smiling, puts his hands in his pockets and kicks at the floor a little, his eyes looking between it and Lyra. "I guess I'm not so bad to be around, huh?"

Lyra catches her breath as her laughter dies down. She feels almost guilty. Sure she'd wanted to keep her distance, but not at the expense of his feelings. She had been sure he was so cocky that it wouldn't have dented his ego in any way, but clearly, her behaviour had at least caused a scuff to it.

She looks at him and gives him a half smile of apology but says, "Maybe I should get to painting", and hurries away to get the pots and brushes.

The regret she feels for hurting someone makes her want to explain, but how could she possibly without outing herself as a complete weirdo, mainly because of earlier at the photocopier.

Maybe she could be a bit nicer from here onwards but still keep her boundaries.

She gathers up the equipment and heads back to find a distinct lack of Eddie, and she almost feels a little disappointed. Which was a curious feeling to have. She would have expected relief to be the more prominent one.

Lyra sketches out a background along the boards, lays on the first layer of colour and grabs an apple from her bag to snack on whilst waiting for it to dry.

She looks over the landscape and tries to design the next phase in her mind. Where all the highlights and shadows might go, maybe some embellishments to make it more three-dimensional.

She grabs some newspaper and screws it up into roundish shapes for some of the cartoon tree leafy areas. Using some glue to help them hold their body and starts painting them green in a little production line.

When she gets back to the start, she adds a darker green to all the crevices and decides to repeat the process but with a lighter green on the highlights. Just as she starts, she hears the familiar jangle of chain and zipper tags.

"Eddie?" She turns to see the metalhead jogging back towards the stage with a big brown paper bag.

Lyra looks at him in confusion.

"Well, I said I was gonna help, but I just had to meet someone, and then I made a snack pitstop," He says, a little out of breath, places the bag down on the ground between them, slides off his jackets and kneels on the floor next to it observing her work.

"Trying to give the trees a little more pizzazz, but the highlighting is trickier than I thought", she motions at the thin lines she's added to some of the higher-up edges.

"Ok, well, these are very nicely done, but there is a quicker way to do this, but it has a lot less finesse. Dry brushing, you heard of it?" He chuckles and adds quickly, "And please, it's just a suggestion. I am not trying to make you mad" he holds up his hands close to himself in a show of passivity.

Lyra eyes him suspiciously for a moment. Eddie was always trying to make her mad. Finally, she changes the subject, "What snacks did you get, then?" Eddie eyes her curiously, and his chest raises a little sigh, but he answers the question anyway.

"Erm...well, I got some apples, candy, chips and sodas. Just you know, ones everyone likes, I didn't know what you would like."

Lyra looks in the bag, and there is a mixture of items, most things Lyra liked at least. Eddie's eyes move between the bag and Lyra's expression. "Wow, thanks, Eddie. Let me just..." She scans the bag, adding up approximate prices, reaches for her wallet, and hands Eddie the money. He puts his hands up in refusal, but Lyra frowns and juts the money at him again.

"Just take my half for the cost. The kind gesture is still one hundred per cent yours" Eddie begrudgingly takes the money, but there is a slight smile exchange when he does so, making him grin down at the paints.

"So...dry brushing..." He starts to explain before Lyra cuts him off.

"Look, I can't tell you exactly why because it's private, but I just wanted you to know that it's not personal. It's not specifically you, ok? You aren't awful to be around at all. But, honestly, I'm a little ashamed I made you feel that way. So apologies for that. I will try my best to be kinder, but maybe you could listen to my boundaries the first time too? Is that fair?" She blurts out quickly.

Lyra doesn't look up from stirring the white and light yellow paint into the green to make a lighter, more vivid green for the highlights. Though she thinks she can feel his eyes on her, she dare not look over at Eddie's expression.

"Hey, how did you know to put the yellow in too? Not many people do that, but it keeps the green from getting muted when it's lightened." Eddie asks, sounding impressed.

"Just paying attention in art class, I guess", Lyra shrugs, handing over the mixed paint to him.

"Yeah, bet you learn loads more at private school, huh?" Eddie says, grabbing some paper towels and a brush.

Lyra is taken aback, "You know I went to private school?" She quizzes him.

It's Eddie's turn to shrug, "Yeah, you know, people talk. Plus your outfits and the way you talk sometimes". He says casually.

Lyra would much like to question this further, but it felt like dangerous ground. Before asking a question, if you had the time and thought, you should always ask yourself what you hope to gain from the answer. She knew that probing further into his analysis of her was purely to feed her own ego, so she resists.

There is a few seconds of silence, almost like Eddie is leaving space for her to ask more, but when it doesn't happen, he takes the dry brush, dips the tip of it in the light green mix and begins wiping it on the paper towel.

"What....are you just wasting paint right now?" She says, bewildered.

"A little, but probably not as much as you think. Watch this." Eddie continues to drag the brush along the paper until it leaves the faintest of green streaks and then lifts the brush to the green paper mounds. With a flick of his wrist, the tips of the bristles lightly glance along the most protruding parts of the paper, adding a faint remnant of light green paint as if it were touched by sunlight.

"And you know you can add more if you like, it's a little scrappy, maybe, but the effect is pretty cool, I think", Eddie says, eyes fixed in concentration on the "leaves" as he passes the brush over them.

Lyra would like to reply. She knows she should because she's leaving the silence in the air for far too long, but watching this guy was affecting her. She couldn't deny it.

How could someone so brash, draped in rough denim, chains and metal rings, be so delicate? The display was almost graceful. Every brush stroke caused a new body part to be drawn into focus. Whether it was the way, his rings caught the light, as the bones and tendons in his hand appeared and disappeared under the skin of the back of his hands. Or if it was the way the muscles in his arm flexed as he moved through the stroke.

Her eyes follow him as he moves towards and away from the project, checking it from different angles. Shifting his weight from one leg to the other, making that hip sway outwards. His concentration forces his tongue to his lip again, and Lyra's focus is drawn to his mouth like a moth to a flame.

His mouth moves, but she hears nothing. The mouth turns into a big smile "Earth to Lyra?!" She hears this time as he tilts his head at her and laughs.

"Sorry, zoned out for a minute there...paint fumes..." She smiles back and shakes it off, "I think it looks great...the painting of the leaves", she adds, quickly grabbing a brush of her own and copying what Eddie had done earlier, so there was hardly any paint on the brush.

As she applies it, she's a little too heavy-handed, leaving a much bolder line of paint than hoped. She adjusts her grip on the paintbrush and tries again, it's better but not quite as good as Eddie, but it's getting there.

She hadn't really taken Eddie as a perfectionist, but she could sense energy from him of urgency whenever she messed up the paint. It doesn't take long for him to appear beside her with his hand hovering above her paintbrush, "May I? Please?" His words were coated with a bit of desperation.

She hands him over the brush, and he shows her again, "Like that, see?" He hands the brush back, and she tries again, but being under his examination flusters her a little, and she slips up.

"Ah, fiddlesticks!" She says, frowning and stepping backwards.

Eddie chuckles to himself and scoops up her paintbrush holding hand in his. He closes in on her side so that his arm aligns with hers and guides the brush stroke faintly over the edges of the paper construction, "More like that", he says softly.

Lyra feels his arm hairs tickle against her skin, and it's all she can do not to physically shudder because he's so close he'd feel it. He's so close she can hear him breathing, and for a split second, she shuts her eyes just so she can listen to it more clearly.

Lyra is more than aware. She had hoped not to get in this precarious position again. Though at this point, she wasn't sure if she was just trying to convince herself of that. So, she takes control of the brush and mimics the motion exactly.

"By Jove, I think she's got it", Eddie says enthusiastically and moves away from her releasing her hand. Lyra busies herself, just repeating that brush stroke over the rest of the display where needed, leaving silence to fall between them again.

"So you're a painter then?" Lyra throws a question over to Eddie without looking.

"A painter as in I paint things, yes, rarely pictures though", Eddie answers, tidying up some of the paints and putting them back on the trolley.

"What do you mean by rarely pictures? What else would you paint, fences? Cars?" She laughs a little while adding finishing touches to the last lot of leaves.

Eddie re-emerges from the wings, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck, and scratches his head before folding his arms, "So like yeah cars, banners, Erm miniature figures". the last item is spoken a little quieter than the rest.

Hearing the awkwardness in his voice Lyra looks around the board at Eddie, his arms folded, looking at her with a forced look of not caring.

"Feeling defensive about these figures, are we?" She smiles.

Eddie purposefully unfolds his arms and starts talking animatedly with them, "You know of all the things people could give me shit for around here. It's always the most harmless thing that gives me the most grief. But, yes! I like painting figures for my game because it adds to the experience for the players and me, and it's also very relaxing. So I ask you, is that so bad?"

Lyra looks wide-eyed at Eddie's rant, "I am not judging you, Eddie. I just didn't know what else you might paint, and then when I looked over, your body language was all closed up." Lyra gives a slow blink and softens her gaze from surprise to sympathy, "Clearly, it's something precious to you, and I, for one, think that's pretty shit that people give you a tough time about it."

"Well, I wouldn't have used the would precious. That makes it sound a bit childish, but yeah, I like it." He adds with a slight pout.

"From what I've heard about hellfire club, I would be expecting something far more demonic than childish", Lyra adds with a laugh.

"Well, I guess some are, but that's because they're the bad guys, you know, there are heroes too. It's just a fun game to get lost in for a few hours a week, you know, it's not all sacrificing firstborns and speaking backwards," he says, finishing his spiel in a creepy voice.

Lyra rolls her eyes, "Ha, ha, very droll. I've seen the people with hellfire shirts on, and honestly, I figure the only thing getting sacrificed at that club is self-respect and maybe some moon pies" Lyra puts the teasing out there but immediately worries if it was too much.

"Sorry, Eddie. I'm just not totally used to not mocking you just yet" she looks up at Eddie, who is smiling broadly, his dimples carved deep into his cheeks.

"Oh, don't worry, Miss Lyra. I'll be sure to let you know if you cross a line." His hands go to his pockets again as he paces around the stage, looking for any bits and pieces to tidy away.

"So despite you constantly telling me to go away, you've actually noticed the shirts and who I sit with at lunch?" He asks in leading away, almost a little coaxingly.

"Well, let's see. To be honest with you, it does pay to know your enemy, so yes, I did, but even if I hadn't, it's not like we don't get a tabletop performance every now and then in the cafeteria, is it?" She smirks as she speaks, "But, I don't think I'm the only one being watching people at lunch, Eddie" She turns her eyes to him and then looks down at the brown paper bag on the ground.

She picks up the last of the paints and puts them back, "Even though you told a whopper saying you didn't know what I liked." She adds before moving behind a screen to remove the dungarees from over her clothes and hangs them back up.

"I have no idea what you're talking about. I just got the most popular things," He says with a little break in his voice.

Lyra smiles behind the screen and decides to stay quiet. To see if the knowing silence would break him.

Eddie is quiet for a few moments before erupting into confession, "Ok, I admit it. I know the snacks you like, ok, because I was trying to observe you to gain a common ground or a gift so you wouldn't hate my guts. And who doesn't like snacks, right?"

"Is that important to you? That people don't hate your guts?" She asks as she walks to grab her jacket.

"Well, some people are a lost cause, you know, but ah, some people, it would be a real shame if they did because, you know, they might be interesting to get to know."

Eddie lays the trap, and Lyra's Ego can't resist.

"What makes a person interesting enough for that, then?" She screws her eyes shut as soon as she asks, knowing she's been got.

"Oh, well, I guess the type of person that takes down Jason Carver and Mrs Poole on the subject of Satanism, fucking effortlessly, by the way."

"Yeah, that might not have been the smartest thing to do on my second day here, to be honest," Lyra says, putting on her jacket and sitting down at the brown paper bag, reaching in for an apple. "It was just they were so stuck on the literature and crazy side of Satanism, they wouldn't see the other side of it, which is essentially nonconformity, and living your life to the full, right? I don't practice it myself, but at my last school, it was healthy to debate things like that, here not so much."

"Yeah, but that line you said really fucked them up...yeah, that was it when Jason was all red in the face, foaming at the mouth the way he does about God, and he shouted..." Eddie theatrically embodies an enraged Jason Carver, almost launching himself over a table and pointing at a non-existent person, spittle flying everywhere.

"...he shouted, 'Well, some of us are too busy trying to make this world a better place, the way Jesus intended it, and don't have time to read about crazy devil worshippers' and then you were like..." Eddie runs around the table, pulls up a chair crossing one leg over the other, and looks at his nails, looking very calm in his seat.

"...and then you said, 'And yet they do take time out to learn alllllll about you.' My god, that boy froze in fucking space and time. If you'd gone up to him and said 'Boo' he probably would have pissed himself." Eddie can hardly contain his joy, reenacting the scene.

"Well, I just meant that they are usually quite well informed on Christianity because that's the people that challenge them most of all, and in some ways what they wish to push back against when it's forcing people into moulds they can't fit into" Lyra adds to defend herself.

"He still glares at me in the halls", Lyra adds with a laugh.

"Ah, don't sweat it. He's been like that with me for years." Eddie says reassuringly, sitting on the other side of the bag and grabbing a soda.

They both look over the backboards, admiring their handy work, "Not bad, not fucking bad" Eddie raises his can to Lyra, who hits her apple with it in a cheers-type motion.

"Yeah, not bad for two people that absolutely should not be working on the scenery", Lyra laughs, looking over at Eddie for a moment before moving her eyes back in front of her. He's leaning back on his elbows, his slender frame at an obtuse angle with its lower half and his dark curly hair draping over his shoulders like a portrait of Charles II.

"Maybe tomorrow you'll let me help you with your locker?" He says, gently taking a sip of mountain dew and not tearing his eyes from the scenery display in front of them.

Lyra lets out a small laugh, "Oh, don't get ahead of yourself now. You've gradually worn me down throughout the day at this point. Tomorrow morning I will be fully topped up with fury."

Eddie nods a few times, "Ok, ok. Fair, but at least I know you don't hate me. So there is that, I guess."

Lyra checks her watch, sighs and gets to her feet brushing down her clothes. Eddie jumps to his feet, hurriedly putting his jackets on, picks up the grocery bag and rustles through it, handing over half of the snacks to Lyra.

She goes to take them but then thinks better of it, "You know what...maybe save these for...um...tomorrow." Eddie pauses for a second, smiles and shoves the items back in the bag.

"Sure, tomorrow." He shakes his head as his smile widens and raises his big brown eyes to meet Lyra's, "Tomorrow sounds good."

They might stay that way for a second too long when Eddie speaks, "Do you need a ride home? It's no trouble." He offers pleasantly.

"Um...no...I actually have someone picking me up tonight. Normally I'd get the bus, but you know, staying over and all," she says a little awkwardly.

"Oh, ok...well yeah...of course...I just offered because of the whole bus situation," he says, a little disappointed.

"Yeah, my folks only let me stay late if they know Phil can pick me up that day." She explains, "He works for my Mom and Dad, so they know his schedule already" she pauses for a bit, "but I could walk with you to the parking lot, you know, as we're both heading that way."

Lyra swears she hears a crestfallen sigh from Eddie, but when she turns to him, he's wearing a smile, "Yeah", he nods, "makes sense".

The short walk outside is mostly awkwardly quiet, with occasional accidental bumping into one another's arms while navigating the smaller areas of the school, followed by apologies, the rolling of eyes and small laughs.

They get to the parking lot, but the only vehicle present is Eddie's van.

Lyra turns to Eddie and extends a hand, "Well, goodbye for now then."

Eddie looks at her hand, confused, then looks up at Lyra with raised eyebrows, "I know you're not new to the town, Lyra. But there is no way I'm gonna leave you here waiting on your own. This town is crazy. People go missing all the time."

Lyra's stomach drops. She didn't want Eddie to see this, to see Phil, to expose her secrets. But it was clear he wouldn't budge, and Lyra didn't have the energy or want for another argument today.

"Tell you what, how about a compromise. You wait in your van, and you can still see I'm perfectly safe from there. Sound good?" She offers as an alternative.

"Oh, I see", Eddie nods, "Phil's the jealous type, is he?"

Lyra's brow contorts with amused confusion as she looks at Eddie. Then, finally, she shakes her head and laughs, looking at the parking lot entrance.

Eddie leans into her personal space, imitating a posh voice and playfully mocks the situation, "Or are you afraid he's gonna run and tell Mummy and Daddy about the ruffian he's seen you awful close to after school?"

Lyra gently pushes him away, laughing, "You're an idiot," she says outwardly, but can't deny the next swallow is difficult, having felt his body through his t-shirt for a moment.

Eddie rests on her hand for a split second, laughing before he backs away, straightening up. Lyra feels his laughter vibrate through his chest where her hand is, and the sensation through her fingertips makes her want to press her hand flush against him, but he's already moved away.

Lyra gestures to Eddie's van, "So? Compromise?"

Eddie pulls a face like she's just made the most ridiculous request in the world. Lyra responds with raised eyebrows and a nod towards his van again.

Eddie rolls his eyes, exhales loudly, slaps his hands on his knees, and stands up.

Lyra can't resist a chuckle at his dramatics, which ignites a smile on Eddie's face.

"You don't give away too much with your words, do you?" Eddie asks almost suspiciously, with a smirk, "I'd bet, sometimes, they don't even say what you mean. Do they?" the gentle way he utters that last question amplifies the raspiness of his voice.

The pleasant sound and observation catch Lyra off guard, "Um...well...I...er..." She tries to say something, but it's almost like Eddie just noticed a chink in one of the many walls Lyra built around herself and took a sledgehammer to it.

"Oooof!" Eddie laughs, wrapping his hands around his torso. "Well...maybe-" Eddie starts before he's interrupted by the crunch of gravel and the sound of an engine.

"Shit!" Lyra mumbles under her breath and takes a few steps back from Eddie.

Eddie glances at her retreat and frowns a little before he draws himself up to his full height, pulls on his jacket and vest sharply to adjust them, and juts out his jaw with a severe look on his face.

They watch the all-black, tinted windowed Chrysler Executive approach. as it pulls up in front of them, it stops. The driver's door opens, and a tall, broad-shouldered, cropped red-haired, suited man gets out and walks around the car.

Lyra glances at Eddie, who gulps nervously but does not change his stance one iota. She looks back to Phil, who nods at her, and opens the car's back door for her, eyeing Eddie carefully. "Miss Lyra?" Phil's deep Scottish accent booms out kindly.

Lyra awkwardly walks to the back seat, smiling at Eddie and giving a wave as she passes him.

Eddie's expression changes from serious to a thoughtful head tilt, and then a huge toothy smile, "Tomorrow then?" He shouts after her.

Holding onto the top of the back seat door, Lyra looks confused at him, "Well, of course, I would never dream of skipping school. Now hurry up to your van. You can see I am quite safe." She says with a hint of sharpness, her words a little more pronounced than usual.

Eddie pushes his lips out, hollowing his cheeks and narrows his eyes that are smiling at their corners. He hunches his shoulders, slowly moves his hands into his pockets, and starts an off-beat walk, with intermittent spins around to look back, toward his van.

Lyra ducks into the back seat as Phil closes the door, resumes his position in the driver's seat and starts up the car again.

"Um...Phil, would you mind if we waited for my friend to leave first? He says it's dangerous around here." Lyra asks a little bashfully.

Phil smiles and nods in the rearview mirror, "Aye, of course, Miss Lyra."

Eddie starts up his van, and whatever music he's been listening to blares out at full volume as he places the brown paper bag somewhere in the van.

"You've never mentioned a friend before, Miss Lyra. Are ye new acquaintances?" Phil asks, looking at her in the rearview mirror again.

Phil had been in Lyra's life as far back as she could remember. His primary job had been chauffeur, but Lyra knew there was much more to him than his job title. The most information she had gotten from him about his past was that he used to be in the navy. She had seen him intercept a gun from someone more than once, only to calmly assure the said person that walking away was their best option.

Phil never lost his temper, ever. When the secret of what had happened between Lyra and Curt had been exposed, Phil had rushed to the school to collect her. Only to be met with a screaming headmaster and their son who was denying everything he could, despite being caught in the act.

Phil had been the one to stand in front of her, to protect her from the verbal tirade, to shut down the spiteful comments and retrieve a conversation of facts from all sides.

Phil had then been the one who pulled up at a pharmacy on the way home. Phil had been the one who spoke to her parents and dried her tears of relief and confusion in the days that followed. They shared no blood, but their bond was one of the strongest in her life.

She looks back in the mirror at Phil, "No, he's been bugging me since day two here. I have his old locker. I'm usually pretty mean to him, to be honest." She laughs a little with embarrassment.

"But not today, I guess?" Phil smiles in the mirror.

"No. Well, at least not all of today" Lyra smiles back and looks out the window as Eddie's van finally leaves the parking lot.

"Mm-hmm", Phil makes a noise of understanding and starts driving home.

Most of the drive is quiet until they get close to home, "Miss Lyra, I know it's not my place to tamper in your affairs. I just wanted to ask, is he a student?" Phil asks tentatively

"Yeah, we're in a lot of the same classes. We're just new...um... friends, that's all," she assures him.

Phil relaxes a little and nods with a smile before pulling up to the gate, punching in the code, and entering the main driveway.

He stops the car outside the front door and walks around to open Lyra's door. She looks up at him, "Thanks for picking me up today, Phil. I wouldn't have got so much scenery completed if you hadn't"

Phil gives her a half smile, "Yeah, well, don't make me regret it, ok?"

Lyra smiles back warmly and walks inside the house.

The warmth of her smile soon fades on entering the coldness of her home. On auto-pilot, she exchanges her shoes for pair of slippers devoid of personality from the closet on the left. She checks the other sets of beige slippers, which are still in their places, indicating no one else was home.

Lyra checks the fridge and sees a green leaf salad with her name literally written on the top of the container. The chef must have prepared this earlier. Lyra grabs a water, heads upstairs to her room and starts setting out her desk for homework to commence.

As she sat down, she looks out her window onto a wooded area and couldn't help but wonder what Eddie was up to right now. If his mind was swimming with maybes? Or had he just gone about his evening, as today hadn't phased him at all? Maybe it was just nice to not be snapped at for once?

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddiemunson #eddie stranger things #eddie the freak munson #stranger things fanfiction #fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie x reader #romance #eddie x oc #eddie munson oc #eddie munson fluff #eddiemunsonfanfiction #eddie munson fanfiction

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OC tag game

Tagged by @gvnseylike (thank you!!) I'm sticking to dragon age ocs for the dragon age blog because I have made so many ocs I don't think I'd be able to make these choices otherwise lmao

Favorite OC: This changes almost literally hourly. Right now I'm leaning towards Rodaine but Tierce is so close behind it's barely a difference lmao

Newest OC: of dragon age ocs I *think* it might be Halen's brother Ephraim. I just recently figured out quite a few of his character traits and renamed him so he's basically a whole new guy now lmao

Oldest OC: I literally wouldn't be able to answer this if I wasn't doing just DA ocs lmao. Of DA ocs, though, my oldest is the apocryphal Nico Tabris who was my very first Warden ever. He was a massive contributing factor to my absolute obsession with dragon age lmao

Meanest OC: I think it's Tierce? But Rodaine isn't close behind. Tierce tends to be very blunt when asked for feedback and he can also be rather glib in situations where dicking around maybe isn't appropriate. Rodaine is also very blunt and he doesn't always realize when that bluntness should probably be tempered a bit to soften a verbal blow. He tends to be a lot more apologetic about when something he says lands differently than he intended it to where Tierce tends to just shrug it off or double down because he's stubborn as fuck so that is why I think he's meaner lmao.

Softest OC: Probably Alding? Or maybe Serenity, who is Rodaine's younger sister. Hard to really say though because most of my character have a very tough edge to them even if they tend towards softness. I like that Alding and Serenity both choose that softness despite the difficult things they've been through.

Most Aloof/Standoffish OC: Rodaine. He doesn't mean to be, he's just quiet and has a resting bitch face most of the time. He's very serious and is slow to trust so he comes off as unfriendly and unapproachable and he isn't good at picking up social cues so he doesn't immediately realize when people are trying to befriend him and that sometimes makes him seem uninterested in friendship when that isn't true.

Dumbest (Affectionate) OC: all of my ocs are dumb in their own ways but I think I'm going to go with René, who's Rodaine's brother. He's just a jock and he's at peace with that and I think that's the right mindset but also he's just a himbo.

Smartest OC: Rodaine. Big gifted kid energy. He's not great with social stuff but he's smart in most other areas, clever, tries to think things through before he does them. He loves magic and has spent so long studying his craft and he's a nerd who likes to read history books

OC I'd Probably Be Friends With: this one is hard... I think maybe Alding? Soft boy but he knows how to have fun. I think Rodaine and Tierce would intimidate me in different ways lmao. I think I'd also like Annika and Rosalie (Rodaine's sisters) and Aned (Halen's sister)

This took me a second to get this one done lmao and I will tag...

@iamonlybutaneel and @my-dumb-obsessions

#tierce hawke #rodaine amell #halen trevelyan #alding cousland #amell family feels #not really but thats also my general amell family tag lmao

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namedafteraprincess · 2 years

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what the heart wants - pt. 1

pairing: Eddie Munson x Kayla Walker (OC)

warnings: none, fluffy nervous Eddie

word count: 4.1k

part 2 || part 3

Eddie furrowed his brows and took a long drag of his cigarette as he pondered the proposal he was faced with, his chocolate brown eyes bouncing between Chrissy Cunningham and her dumb jock of a boyfriend.

“You’re giving me fifty bucks just to ask some girl out?” He questioned, blowing smoke directly at the boyfriend, causing him to have a coughing fit while a smirk pulled at Eddie’s lips.

Chrissy groaned and grasped Eddie’s arm gently, turning him towards the parking lot, “Not just some girl… her!”

Across the lot, Kayla sat on the hood of her car, writing in her journal. His eyes fixed on her as her dark hair blew in the breeze. She wasn’t the typical person you would expect to be friends with someone like Chrissy and it was clear why she sat alone when Chrissy was with the cheer squad. From what little Eddie knew about her, Kayla wasn’t the cheerleader type and didn’t care at all what people thought about her. She liked that everyone was a little scared of her and enjoyed being unapologetically herself, no matter what.

“Okay, so why me?” Eddie asked, turning back to Chrissy and sticking his cigarette back in his mouth. “Doesn’t pretty boy over there have any friends to ask her out?”

Chrissy giggled and shook her head, “Kayla would eat them alive.. but you, Eddie, you could level the playing field” she smirked. “She wouldn’t expect you. We just need you to woo her and convince her to come to the party next weekend! That way I can tell my mom I’m studying with Kayla and we can all go together! Please, Eddie… what if we up it to $75?”

His eyes darted between Chrissy and Kayla for just a moment before he snatched the money, a boyish grin appearing on his lips, “You got a deal, sweetheart” he winked.

Chrissy squealed and clapped Eddie on the shoulder. “Thank you, thank you! Ok, she likes horror movies, especially older cheesy ones. She’s going to tell you that she loves Nirvana and The Red Hot Chilli Peppers, but she actually loves Bryan Adams. Don’t smoke around her, she hates it... And uh... Oh! She also tells everyone her favourite colour is black but it’s lavender” She grinned.

Straightening himself up, Eddie mocked smoothing out his hair as he strolled through the parking lot toward Kayla’s car. He wasn’t exactly confident about how this would go, but money was money, and even though he had never spoken to this girl before, he always kept his customers happy. He observed her for a moment, wanting to know at least a little about her. He took note of the three small stars she had tattooed on the inside of her wrist and the way her fingers tapped on the blank page as she thought about whatever it was that she was writing.

What was she writing anyway? A song maybe? Eddie’s thoughts drifted from the task at hand as he watched the brunette furiously begin to scribble on the page.

“Romeo, Romeo… Where for art thou, Romeo?” Eddie recited, leaning onto her car and batting his chocolate brown eyes up at the girl on the hood.

Kayla’s head slowly turned to meet his eyes, her eyebrow arched as she tilted her head to the side, “What?”

“I… It was a joke..” He mumbled, “Anyway! How you doing?”

“What do you want?” The brunette asked, taking in a deep breath and closing her journal.

“I’m going to see a movie on Friday and I want you to come”

“Was that a command?” She taunted, as she slid from atop her car and stood in front of him.

Eddie cleared his throat and shook his head, “No way! I just uh, was asking… if you wanted to go… with me”

“Ha ha funny... Do you even know my name?”

“Yeah, you’re Chrissy’s cousin!”

Kayla scoffed, as she threw her book bag into her car, “Of course, that’s my name to people at this school..” She muttered, pushing past Eddie to move to the driver's side of the car.

This was going to be harder than he thought. Eddie bit his bottom lip as he watched her, taking in the words she mumbled under her breath. A small twinge in his chest caused him to step back from her car. He sucked in a short breath and bent down to look in her car window with a charming smile.

“I’ll pick you up Friday at 8pm… Kayla” He let her name roll off his tongue, as he shot her a wink and went to walk away.

“Nice try... Eddie” She mocked with a grin before pulling out of the parking lot.

A deep chuckle escaped Eddie’s lips as he turned to watch her drive away. It was time for a new tactic and to put the knowledge that Chrissy had given him to good use. This was the type of challenge Eddie liked, he knew there was a way to get under her skin, and the trick was going to be pulling on just the right string to get there.

The next day, when he was walking downtown, he spotted the familiar flash of Kayla’s hazel eyes through the window of a small bookshop as she helped a customer. He smiled to himself, and snuck through the front door, grateful for a chance to see her outside of school.

He casually walked the shelves, browsing but never taking his eyes off that magnetic smile of hers. He took note of how her nose scrunched up when she laughed, and how great she was with the customers. That scary facade of hers at school was all an act. No doubt from being labelled as “Chrissy's cousin” and that’s all people saw.

Peeling his eyes away from the brunette for just a moment, Eddie looked at the books he was pretending to browse. He was in some self-help section and couldn’t help but chuckle to himself at some of the titles. When he finally looked back over, he was met with her hazel eyes and signature deep vanilla scent.

“Didn’t peg you for a stalker, Munson” She raised an eyebrow at him and crossed her arms over her chest. “What are you doing here?”

“I wasn’t following you!” He stated, casually grabbing a random book off the shelf and putting his hands up in defence. “I just happened to need a book… I didn’t know you worked here when I came in”

Kayla pursed her lips, as her eyes darted to the book in his hand. A sinister smirk grew on her plump pink lips, as she snatched it out of his hand and examined the cover.

“What to expect when you're expecting?” She questioned, holding it back out to him. “Hm, you know I did think you were glowing when I saw you yesterday”

Grabbing the book from her hand, Eddie shook his head, “I never said it was this book! I grabbed something random so you wouldn’t think I was following you!”

“So you did follow me?”

“No, no I did not. I was already in town, and saw you in the window so I thought I’d remind you about Friday” He grimaced as he put the book back on the shelf.

“So you lied to me?” Kayla tilted her head and cocked her eyebrow, as a playful smirk played across her lips.

“No, I really do need a book! I need a new copy of The Hobbit…” He wrung his hands together and took a deep breath, “I… I wore out the pages on mine” He mumbled.

Kayla sucked in a deep breath, and nodded once, turning on her heel and walking a couple of steps. She paused and turned her head, nodding for him to follow. A soft smile landed on Eddie’s lips as he walked with her to a different section of the store.

As they stopped in front of the fantasy section, he cleared his throat and stared at the shelves. “Have you read it?”

“The Hobbit? Of course, I have…” She replied plainly, retrieving one of the special editions from the shelf and handing it to him. “Hardcovers are more expensive, but they last longer.”

Eddie gently took the book from Kayla’s grasp, his fingers brushing against hers in the process. He felt his stomach tie up and he felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest. Why was her skin so soft? And why did she smell so good? It was making his head feel dizzy. How long had he been staring at her? Too long, surely.

He let out a breath and looked away from her and down to the book as he pulled it tight to his chest. “Uh, thanks..”

“Mhm… Nancy will help you at the cash, I’ve gotta get back to work” She shot him a genuine smile, and turned to walk away.

Gaining some confidence back, Eddie smirked to himself, “I’ll see you Friday, Kay”

Kayla stopped in her tracks, and spun around, narrowing her eyes at him, as she bit the inside of her cheek to stop a smile, “Do not… call me that” She stated, before turning around and walking into the back room of the shop.

Eddie chuckled to himself and paid for the book, unable to get her hazel stare out of his head. At least they had found some common ground that he could work with. It seemed like she was a secret nerd just like himself, there had to be a way to leverage that somehow. Thoughts of Kayla and the musical sound of her laugh filled his head for the rest of the night, as he tried to play it off as coming up with a plan. Chrissy had promised him more compensation if he pulled this off and he wanted to make it worth her while.

She won’t find out, he thought to himself. And even if she does, it’s the job. It’ll be fine. He chewed on the inside of his cheek and bounced his leg as he sat in homeroom the next morning. Whatever his English teacher was going on about was not at the forefront of Eddie’s thoughts that day. Although it never was, this was for a different reason.

The ringing of the bell pulled him from his thoughts and made him let go of his breath. He gathered his books and darted into the hallway, searching for Chrissy. Thanking anyone listening that Kayla’s locker was on the other end of the school.

He found the blond by her locker, with a few other cheerleaders and felt a bit weird interjecting, but as soon as she saw him, she actually smiled and waved at him.

“Uh, can we talk for a second?” He rubbed his hand against the back of his neck and pressed his lips into a thin line as his eyes flitted around at her friends.

Chrissy nodded, and said goodbye to her friends, before following Eddie out a set of side doors into a quiet space. “What’s going on?”

“I can’t do this. I’m sorry” Eddie shook his head and wrapped his arms around himself as he leaned against the cool brick wall. “She’s just not interested, I don’t know what to tell you, but it’s not going to work” He shrugged.

Chrissy groaned, and placed her hands on her hips, “That’s not true! She likes you! She was asking about you at family dinner yesterday! You just have to push a little harder to break through those walls!”

Pulling a cigarette from his jacket, he placed it between his lips and lit the end of it. “She was asking about me?”

She nodded furiously, “Yes, now please please try again! I can tell your getting to her, and actually, you two are pretty great for each other”

“Let’s take it one step at a time” He chuckled, taking a long drag and thinking for a moment. “Fine, but you have to help me out here! Give me some ideas, because following her to work was not a good plan”

“Eddie, you’re forgetting your best talent…”

“I think I should take her on a date before I do that…”

“No!! No… You’re a musician Eddie, Kayla loves music! Serenade her! She’ll have to agree to give you a chance!” Chrissy grinned.

He nodded once and breathed out a laugh, as he tied his hair back into a low bun. “Right, right… I can do that! Thanks, Chris”

She gave him a small wave, and took off back into the school, leaving Eddie leaning against the school as he finished his cigarette. It had been a few days since he’d had one after he was told Kayla hated it. He just wanted the smell off of him so maybe she’d let him get close.

Finishing his smoke, he put threw it onto the ground and walked back into the now empty halls. Sometimes having a small class load was nice, it meant he could walk freely without free of running into one of the dumb jocks who thought they owned the hallway.

As he turned the corner and headed towards the music room, he spotted a familiar head of dark hair walking ahead of him. She had it tied up today, and he could see how the small baby hairs curled against the skin of her neck.

Eddie thought about what Chrissy said, and decided to take this opportunity for himself. He quietly started humming Run To You by Bryan Adams to himself, but he could tell she couldn’t hear him. God this was embarrassing. Him singing Bryan Adams… his band was never going to let him live this down if they ever found out.

He broke out into a whistle as he sauntered behind her, a smirk growing on his plump lips as he watched her stop in her tracks and turn to face him. He whistled the song louder and relished at the moment he saw that upturn on her face, and her eyes narrowed at him.

“She’s got a heart of gold, she’d never let me down…” He sang out into the echo of the hallway.

Kayla rushed forward and covered his mouth, as she laughed. “Shh! Shh, who told you?! Was it Chrissy? Because she’s getting smacked when I see her next”

Eddie smiled behind her hand and shook his head.

Removing her hand from his face, she wrapped her arms around herself as her eyes danced over his features. “You never give up, do you?”

“Not easily…” Eddie shrugged, the sound of her musical laugh still in his ears. “One date, that’s all I’m asking”

“Fine. I will go to the drive-in with you!” She laughed again, throwing her arms up. “One movie. And you’re buying me popcorn”

Eddie reached forward, and played with the ends of her hair, as he smirked at her. “That’s a deal…” He replied, before backing away from her and grasping the door handle for the music room. “See you later, Kay”

“Stop calling me that!” She called back, as she continued walking back to her class.

The next couple of days happened slower than Eddie wanted. It was strange that he was actually looking forward to their date. He took the time to clean out his van on Friday after school and make sure there was no reminisce of him smoking in there. He even found one of those pine tree air fresheners to hang off the mirror. He paused only a moment to question why he was putting so much effort into a date that was technically supposed to be fake, but he shook it off and kept cleaning.

He then showered and changed into a clean Iron Maiden tee with dark wash ripped jeans and his signature hand-cuff belt and hair pulled back into a messy bun. He grabbed his leather jacket and at 7:55 pm exactly, Eddie pulled up outside Kayla’s house.

“8 pm right? I know I’m early…” The corners of his lips upturned, as Kayla leaned against the door frame and bit back a smile.

As apprehensive as she was, Kayla still seemed pretty happy when he actually showed up. When Eddie caught a glimpse of her, his mouth felt dry and he couldn’t take his eyes off her. She was wearing a pair of black jeans with a white tank top tucked into them and a knit black cardigan hung off her shoulders. Her long dark hair was tucked into a braid on the right side and she looked as beautiful as ever.

The drive to the movie was quiet for the most part, but Eddie’s eyes kept flicking from the road to the beautiful girl beside him. Maybe this night wasn’t going to be so bad anyway.

“I uh, heard this movie was supposed to be good” He mumbled, trying to break the silence. “A little scary though, you think you’ll be okay?”

Kayla let out a breathy laugh, and nodded, “I’ll be fine. Did you pick a scary movie on purpose?”

Eddie shook his head, and smiled over at her, “Nope, I just uh… Chrissy told me you liked them”

“What else did she tell you?” She asked, leaning her head against the window as she watched him drive.

Bringing his finger to his lips, he turned his attention back to the road, “Well that I can’t tell you, then I lose all my leverage”

She laughed again and looked back out of the windshield. The rest of the drive was filled with small talk, Kayla asked about the band and Eddie was more than happy to tell her about it. There was a small conversation about books and trading recommendations.

They managed to find a good parking spot, close enough to see the screen without sitting at a weird angle, and far enough away that they were close to the snacks and bathrooms. As Kayla got comfortable in the van, Eddie ran to grab food before the movie started.

When he got back, he handed the bag of popcorn to Kayla with a smirk, “As promised, one bag of popcorn just for you”

She shot him a genuine smile for the first time, “Thank you, I’m glad to see you keep your promises”

“Always” He stated, as he climbed back into the van and got himself comfortable. Glancing over at Kayla as she munched her snack.

His breath hitched as Eddie cautiously reached over, “You’ve got a… Can I just…” He gently swiped his thumb on the corner of her mouth. “Sorry you had a…kernel” He mumbled, retracting his hand.

She cleared her throat and nodded once, “Uh, thanks..” She bit the corner of her mouth to stop a smile and turned back towards the movie.

Eddie sucked in a deep breath, and followed suit, moving his attention back to the screen. Shit. This was not part of the plan.

They watched the movie quietly, stealing glances at each other when they thought the other wasn’t looking. Eddie tried his best to concentrate on the movie and what was happening. He really had heard it was supposed to be good, and horror movies were his favourite. But thoughts of Kayla and his deal plagued his mind.

His attention was snapped back to reality when at a particularly scary part of the movie, Kayla jumped beside him and grabbed his hand. His breath caught in his throat as he felt the softness of her skin against his rough calluses.

She went to let go of his hand, muttering a ‘sorry’ under her breath, but Eddie interlaced their fingers instead and gave her hand a light squeeze.

“S’ okay… I’m right here” He leaned over and whispered, earning him a soft smile of acceptance from the brunette.

For the rest of the movie, any time she got scared, Kayla squeezed his hand and Eddie would run his thumb over the back of her hand, reminding her that he was there. Eventually, she moved right beside him, leaning her body into his. Sure they both loved horror, but that didn’t mean they didn’t get scared. That was the best part.

At the end of the movie, Kayla pulled her hand from his, and scooted back over to her seat, biting her lip as she smiled. Eddie cleared his throat and drove out of the parking lot, smiling softly to himself. On the drive home, they talked about the movie and how much they liked it. IT had been a while since a proper scary movie had come out.

It was strange to Eddie how much he and Kayla actually had in common. Maybe he should have spoken to her sooner, on his own accords. But this was never something he had thought he was worthy of. And given that Kayla had always kept to herself since she moved into Hawkins, they hadn’t crossed paths much. But this girl was starting to get to him. He could feel it.

The conversation flowed easier on the ride home as the topic of music taste was brought up. He was teasing her about her secret love of Bryan Adams, to which she laughed and pointed out how he knew the words to one of his songs. It devolved into a comparison between Nirvana and Metallica and which one was a better band.

“How can you even say that?! Metallica is not even in the same league as Nirvana! They are so much better!”

“Oh please! You think you have this scary metal head persona about you which means you have all this music knowledge but you can’t even listen to reason!”

They parked outside Kayla’s house, and without thinking Eddie jumped out of the van and jogged to the other side, opening her door for her as the argument continued. Despite the fighting, it was the most fun he’d had with someone in a long time, and this was something he wanted to drag out.

“Eddie, come on! Come as you are, Smells like teen spirit! Those are incredible songs! You cannot argue with that!” She pointed, as she jumped out of the van.

“Ouu you want to kiss me so bad” Eddie smirked, leaning back against this van and cocking an eyebrow at her.

Kayla bit the inside of her cheek to stop the growing smile and shook her head, “I do not! You are not even listening to the point here”

“Oh yeah… mhm… I can see it… You keep looking at my lips with those siren eyes of yours, trying to distract me!”

Kayla giggled and rubbed her forehead as she rolled her eyes, “You are infuriating”

He gasped dramatically and mocked a pout, “She giggled! How can you giggle at a time like this? I am being very serious here, Kay”

“God I hate when you call me that…”

He took a small step toward her, leaving mere inches between them, as he tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, trailing his fingertips against the soft skin of her cheek “Do you want me to stop?”

Kayla’s eyes flickered from his eyes to his lips “No… please don’t” She whispered.

Eddie swiped his tongue along his bottom lip, and placed his forehead against hers, brushing their noses together. “Can I kiss you…?” He whispered.

She nodded her head, and ghosted her lips against his, before he closed the gap, fitting their mouths together like two pieces of a puzzle as he smiled brightly into the kiss. Her lips were soft and tasted like buttery popcorn but it was perfect. He felt the butterflies erupt in his stomach, as his hand travelled lightly up Kayla’s arm landing on the side of her neck and pulling her in to deepen the kiss.

She pulled back with closed eyes, and a soft smile on her plump, kiss stained lips. “Goodnight, Munson… This was actually pretty fun” She stepped back and brushed a piece of hair from his forehead. “Maybe next time, you can prove to me how good Metallica is” She started walking back towards her house, smiling and scrunching up her nose as she teased him.

“Next time, huh?” He grinned, running his tongue along his bottom lip. “Good night Kay!” He called loudly.

She sucked in a deep breath, and opened her front door, turning back to look at him. “I hate when you call me that…”

“I know…” He replied, shooting her a wink.

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dianaraven · 9 months

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ok your turn, tell me all about your ocs👀

Sorry this took two weeks to respond to, school makes me work on my own time:

BOY OH BOY IM SO EXCITED TO TALK ABOUT MY OCS

So right now I have two main series that I'm working on, and one manuscript for a different series that is finished and going through editing.

Two main series are called Makings of Magic--previously the "Alexis" series--and Crystal Kingdom. The manuscript I have finished is the first book in my Save the Princess (STP) duology. It was my nano project for 2020 (and I won nano!! which was nice). Most of these have tags: tmom or the makings of magic and stp1 or stp, idr if ive posted much about ck before

The Makings of Magic

This is a whole ass world, nine book + companions series that I've been working on since I was 10. I could literally be here all day explaining who all the characters are, but I'll just go for the main gang and a summary:

Summary: Fantasy minor professional jock Alic gets kidnapped by baddies because they think she has a secret magic that they want to use their evil ways to un-secret. She does not have any of this magic. She ends up being the center of a secret-magic conspiracy and eventually is freed and decides to go after the people who kidnapped her, with another guy they kidnapped, and accidentally creates an international incident and starts a war while the conspiracy-nuts continue to try and prove that they're right by attacking people Alic knows.

Alic:

Alic is the mc of the series. She's very silly, and very brave. She's one of those people who will do anything on a dare. You cannot scare you, you cannot phase her, you cannot make her uncomfortable. She never lies because she doesn't see the point of it. She isn't afraid of anything. Light of my life. Not very smart <3

Gray:

Gray is the local prince, and Alic's best friend. They're basically QPR partners. He spends most of his time changing his personality so that people will like him (and thereby listen to him) but really he's very petty and a little neurotic and when combined with Alic willing to do very dumb things, because with Alic, Gray doesn't have to pretend to be put-together, and they love each other a lot and get into loads of trouble <3

commission from @/lovermyme (alic is right, Gray is left)

Topaz:

Topaz is the manager of Alic's fantasy jock team. He's very suspicious of other people, and very good at spying on others. Alic (and by extension, Gray) decide he is their friend and he gets dragged into their crazy adventures. He leaves for three chapters in book three and they accidentally commit war crimes.

Jacian:

Jacian is a prince and scholar of magic from a nearby kingdom and he is blackmailed into helping the conspiracy-nuts essentially torture Alic until they figure out what magic she has. He and his gang of do-gooders end up freeing Alic, but in the process the conspiracy-nuts kill his father and give Jacian memory loss and brain damage and he sets out to try and figure out what he has forgotten: which is who killed his father and who the Big Bad is. This is a majority of the plot in books three and four as well as his side companion book. He's kinda wishy washy and nerdy which Alic thinks is cute.

Crystal Kingdom

Summary: This is my Princess and the Pea retelling. I'm not going to go too much into the plot here because hehe i like it being a surprise.

Zira: Zira is a paranoid, neurotic prince of a city-state that is constantly under attack (hence the paranoia and neurosis). He's also mean and bitchy and very petty, and doesn't trust Leihari, the supposed nearby Princess who supposedly lost her family and her country after a usurper supposedly kicked her family out. What sucks is that he may also be falling in love with her.

Leihari: Leihari is (supposedly) a princess from a far away city-state who has lost her crown and is staying with Zira and his family. In return for their kindness, she is helping them out with matters of state and other things a princess is supposed to do. She's kind, and a little sad, but trying to make the best of her new situation. It would be much easier of the prince stopped being mean to her. What's really frustrating is that he's wonderful to everyone else--it's just that he's paranoid. But seeing what he is like when he is nice to others makes her yearn to earn his trust, and maybe she starts falling in love with him too. Supposedly. But in the meantime, she isn't going to take any of his shit.

STP

Summary: My nano baby! This is a Princess and the Pauper retelling with dragons!! It's very exciting and i love it a lot :) Takes place in a historical alternate universe (with dragons) in about 500 BCE, in Ancient Israel because I'm Jewish and I thought why the hell not.

Adina: The Princess. Adina was meant to be married off to the highest bidder as any good princess of the time will, until her older brother was killed and she became next in line to the throne. Realizing that she knew nothing about her own people--after all, she's been expecting to be married off--she decides to switch places with someone who looks exactly like her. And everything is fine until the dragons attack.

Adina is quiet and generally second-best, and scared of the unknown and not meant for adventure, but she has a responsibility to go after the dragon that attacked her people, so off she goes. She's even shocked herself by how brave she's trying to be.

Dekeli: The Extortionist. A cloth merchant who works for dragons and was doing fine until everyone in the known world came out trying to kill a bunch of them. Now he has to get his latest job finished, and the easiest way for him to do that is by extorting Adina's secrets. Ironically, he's the person she can trust the most. Probably.

He's snarky and rude and very good at what he does. Adventure finds him, and he goes with a flair and a quip. It gets on Adina's nerves.

Mara: The Pauper. She's meek and smart and that's all Adina needs from her, so that's good. Right? Nothing more needs to be said, right? She has no ulterior motives--why would she?... right?

#diana rambles #diana's ocs #diana writes #diana replies #my-friends-fan #diana writes the makings of magic #tmom #stp1 #ck #diana writes crystal kingdom

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linawritesocs · 1 year

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my ocs' dorm exchange voicelines!

okay, so, i did draw my ocs' dorm exchange versions a while ago, but i want to do an actual event with them because i think it would be fun :) i'm planning to write an "event intro" vignette and i hope i'll be able to write character vignettes as well.

and yes, minnie is actually gonna be the protagonist of this event and not seth! so yeah, everyone is actually talking to her in their voicelines. i think it would be fun for seth to be the protagonist in some events and for minnie to be the protagonist in other events! (for example, seth came to nbc in the masquerade event and minnie didn't and seth didn't participate in the dorm exchange program while minnie did)

(also, if you're wondering why all of these ocs got sent to other dorms meanwhile most canon characters are still in their dorms and only epel is mentioned to be participating in the program.. haha, i totally wasn't too lazy to think about the canon characters' new dorms <3)

@scarabiaa your ocs are mentioned here too!! :D

minnie's dorm exchange ssr voicelines.

summon: "now, even though i'm so small and "fragile-looking" compared to you all, i won't go easy on you! i'll show you what a "weak magicless student" like me is capable of!"

groovy: "anyway, meet my beautiful daughters! look at them, aren't they soooo cute? they're definitely cuter than you, at least."

set home: "but i wasn't even supposed to participate in this thing!.."

home idle 1: "it's funny that the raven mask guy usually doesn't care about us, ramshackle students, until he needs someone to do his job, but today he suddenly remembered about us and forced to join the program. his priorities are sure something.."

home idle 2: "jay must feel lonely because he's the only one left in the ramshackle building right now. he's still not an official student and crowley doesn't even know that he exists, so.. well, at least grim and the ghosts are there to keep him company. i-it's not like i'm worried about him!.."

home idle 3: "i still don't get why the dark mirror sent me to savanaclaw. sure, i'm pretty strong physically, but is that it? is that the only reason to send me to this dorm full of jocks? wait, could it be.. it's because so many students think i'm similar to a mouse, isn't it. ugh, i won't be surprised if leona was somehow behind the mirror's decision."

home idle groovy: "it's a shame that ruggie and jack couldn't appreciate my daughters' beauty. haha, they tried so hard to act like they're not scared of them, especially jack! i wonder what would leona's reaction be.. oh, what if i put my dolls next to him while he's asleep?"

home tap 1: "seth really escaped to nbc while no one was looking.. it still surprises me that he's able to just visit other schools whenever he pleases and crowley can't do anything to stop him. he's so lucky.. i wish he would stop texting me about how "cute" his boyfriend is though. no, seth, i don't need to know just how affectionate he becomes when you're around! and no, i don't need to know all the details!"

home tap 2: "this dorm's heat is too much for me.. i'm glad we have lumi-senpai here though. her powers are so useful and she can easily turn all of those dumb jocks into ice statues! she is so cool.. uh, both literally and figuratively, i guess."

home tap 3: "jack is surprisingly nice to talk to actually. i thought he's gonna be just as bad as other savanaclaw students, but i don't mind his company that much. i even feel like our personalities are kinda similar, haha. h-he's so tall though.."

home tap groovy: "ruggie is even worse than leona. if he pranks me one more time, i will tell him that all of my dolls are actually the people who have wronged me in some way and if he keeps acting like this, he's gonna become my new doll!"

austin's dorm exchange ssr voicelines.

summon: "just so we're clear, octoman, i am NOT gonna work for you! i have no idea why the mirror has sent me here, but i'm not even gonna try to get along with you."

groovy: "hehe.. maybe i actually don't look so bad in this uniform. i-it doesn't mean that i like this dorm more now though!"

set home: "ME?? IN OCTAVINELLE?? HOW- wait, i can't swim, can you send me to the other dorm now?"

home idle 1: "the mirror said something about me always being ready to help others and that's why it sent me here.. i don't even like helping people though?? i just like making them feel like they owe me something- oh. oh, that's why i'm here."

home idle 2: "i'm not saying that i'm scared of those twins, but.. i feel so uncomfortable when they're around.. one of them is particularly annoying, he keeps saying how cute i am and tries to make me angry on purpose. and what's with him calling me a "black ghost knifefish"? couldn't he come up with a shorter nickname?"

home idle 3: "merrill came here just because he wanted to see me in this uniform. he's so weird.. and no, i don't care about him wearing the savanaclaw uniform! he doesn't even look that good in it!.. no, i'm not a tsundere, i just think he looks better in his ignihyde uniform. if you saw him wearing it, you'd agree with me."

home idle groovy: "wow, riley is sure popular with the customers. i have no idea why though, his looks are average and he's definitely not a genius like me. hm? "his personality is cute"?.. don't make me laugh. he's just a chill guy, that's all, there's nothing special about it. but considering nrc students' personalities.. nevermind, he is special."

home tap 1: "okayyy, here's your order. man, this is embarrassing. i just wanted to finish that invention i've been working on, why do i have to do all of this.. oh well, at least it's not a maid cafe or anything like that. WAIT, DON'T GIVE AZUL IDEAS!"

home tap 2: "great, now idia is laughing at me too. what's with him saying that if i had fans, they would go insane after seeing me in this uniform and they would "beg me to come home"? creepy.. of course i have fans, it's just that they wouldn't make gacha game references, unlike that pathetic idiot."

home tap 3: "what? don't look at me like that, yes, i spilled a customer's drink on them and yelled at them instead of apologizing, what else did you expect? i did it accidentally anyway. well, uh, the yelling part wasn't accidental, but still.. oh no, i can see azul. quick, help me hide from him!"

home tap groovy: *sighs* "i'm so tired. i just hope this exchange program ends soon. huh? why are you- "i did a good job today"?.. you know you're becoming just like our prefect, right? t-thank you though, of course, i already knew that i did well, but.. you know what i mean. now, get your hands off me."

avery's dorm exchange sr voicelines.

summon: "and why, out of all the dorms, i had to be sorted into this one? good job, mirror, of course you had to send a "cute pink-haired boy" to diasomnia, the ultimate goth dorm."

groovy: "i'm not intending to become friends with you all. i'm here just because of the exchange program and nothing else. but, um.. i think i can trust you. you're friends with roland-senpai, after all."

set home: "i guess i like this "thorns theme" that they have, but that's the only good part."

home idle 1: "how can you get along with that crocodile guy? he's so loud.. no, you DO get along with him. well, at least he cares about you, i heard him mention you many times and it looks like he's worried about you. so yeah, maybe you should talk to him.. or don't. it's none of my business."

home idle 2: "silver is actually very nice to spend time with. he's asleep most of the time, but for some reason i still find it very calming. how does he manage to look like a beautiful prince even when he's asleep?.. s-so annoying, i doubt that i'll be able to become friends with him."

home idle 3: "so roland-senpai's friend is also from this dorm.. to be honest, i want to talk to him. maybe i'll learn more about roland-senpai's past if i do. no, it's not like i think he's suspicious or anything. i really do admire roland-senpai and i want to know more about him. especially what happened to his other eye.."

home idle groovy: "i see, so this dorm is full of people who use very strong magic, but they're either weird, intimidating or just. you know. too dangerous for this society." *sighs* "i would never be able to fit in here- what? i AM intimidating enough to become a perfect diasomnia student? okay, but what about my mag- and my magic is impressive enough for this dorm?.. hey, are you feeling okay? it's not like you to just compliment me all of a sudden."

home tap 1: "what, you want to know what i think of the crocodile boy's idol? um.. he's fine. he's also very tall, even if we don't count his horns. that's it. what else did you expect to hear? "he's so cool!!~ i hope he notices my feelings one day >///<"? go and talk to sebek if you want to see this kind of reaction."

home tap 2: "so i received a lot of texts this morning and they all were from vil. naturally, i got scared but then i was like "wait.. maybe he's actually worried about me? what if he misses me?", that was very naive of me, i know. it turned out that he just texted me to say that i don't look good with black eyeliner and this shade of green doesn't suit me and.. basically, he just wants me to go back to pomefiore as soon as this program ends because goth aesthetic is not my thing."

home tap 3: "i miss epel, to be honest.. i wish we were sent to the same dorm, it wouldn't be so boring with him. maybe we could make fun of diasomnia students together.. don't tell him that though, he teases me a lot whenever i show that i actually care about him. i know, i didn't expect that from him either."

home tap groovy: "i didn't get any answers from him.. why am i not surprised at all? but i understand that he didn't tell me anything not because he was just being his usual self, but because he wanted to keep roland-senpai's secret. and i can respect that. maybe roland-senpai will tell me everything himself when the time comes."

merrill's dorm exchange sr voicelines.

summon: "oh well, i got tired of my ignihyde uniform anyway, so it feels nice to try something new.. huh? this program is not about getting the new uniform, it's about actually living in your new dorm? well, sorry, but i'm just keeping the uniform."

groovy: "hey~ hey, dorm leader~ are you asleep? no, no, everything is okay, i'm just bored and i wanted to annoy you because i thought it's gonna be fun. and it sure is~"

set home: "i can't believe i'm saying this, but can i go back to ignihyde?"

home idle 1: "hm? ah, yes, i decided to let my hair down for once, i thought that my braid didn't look good with this outfit. what do you think about it? oh, come on, i know you like it. you wouldn't ask me about it if you didn't."

home idle 2: "ahaha, jack-chan is such a cute boy, he's trying so hard to look cool, but he's just way too adorable for that. he reminds me of austin-chan, now that i think about it. though i doubt that they would ever become friends. now i'm imagining austin-chan being sent to savanaclaw." *laughs* "i should go and pay him a visit, i'm sure he misses me too."

home idle 3: "t-they're all laughing at me.. i have never felt so weak and pathetic in my entire life.. they're forcing me to train with them and play their stupid games that don't make any sense! let me go already, i'm just a cute and pretty cosplayer, what do you want from me? i feel terrible, can you please hug me and comfort me?"

home idle groovy: "ugh, come on, leona, can't you show a more interesting reaction? i'm so used to people blushing and sweating whenever i talk to them and this guy just.. goes back to sleep. he's no fun at all.. but what could possibly make him react in the same way as those people?"

home tap 1: "oh, my cousin is here too? nice, we're gonna suffer together then. okay, where is she? she's probably trying to fight the dorm leader or something like that, isn't she? hey, iris~ your beloved cousin is here~ oh, i can see her trying to step on leona's tail while he's asleep."

home tap 2: "wait a minute, cole is calling me, hold on. what? no, cole, even though seth-chan was so lucky to escape when no one was looking, i can't do that! i can't visit you right now! the jocks are making me train with them and they keep shouting "go, e-boy, go"! see, you understand how bad my situation is, right?"

home tap 3: "i wonder why the mirror sent you to savanaclaw as well. you aren't exactly a sporty type, right? and i'm not that athletic either.. what if the mirror just wanted to make fun of us? what if it's just a prank? oh, trust me, that thing is not taking its job seriously. i think i heard it say to crowley that if seth was here, it would send him to heartslabyul because "it still thinks that seth x riddle is better""

home tap groovy: "hey, you look like you're having fun even though you say that you hate this dorm as much as i do. come on, don't deny it. you and jack-chan get along so well too and i'm not talking about your relationship with ruggie-chan, i'm sure you like him even more. haha, okay, okay, you hate him, i get it. but still, i'm glad you're enjoying this, i wish i could see your smile more often."

vance's dorm exchange r voicelines.

summon: "oh, oh, i actually did want the mirror to send me to ignihyde when i first came here! don't you think it fits me more than heartslabyul? alright, it's time to go and meet my fellow gamers!"

groovy: "wow, you guys are boring. i thought you'd be more happy to see me, come on, i'm just like you all! i'm just more.. loud. and energetic. and i touch grass regularly."

set home: "i look so cool in this uniform, right? it's much cooler than the heartslabyul one, right?"

home idle 1: "ortho-kun is so nice, he showed me how everything works here and he was so patient with me too! i'm glad he stayed in this dorm, it would be so boring without him here."

home idle 2: "i really like how this dorm looks, but.. my eyes kinda hurt from all this lighting.. oh well, at least it's not the rainbow kind of lighting, you know, the one that all gamers really like. yeah, i think it's overrated, honestly. oh, my heartslabyul room actually has these really cool green lights that i turn on when it gets dark!"

home idle 3: "idia's been avoiding me all day.. haha, he really is scared of me. you see, i'm way too chaotic for someone like him. it's his problem though, i'm not gonna try to change so that he likes me more. riddle-senpai would know, i still refuse to follow all those rules our dorm has."

home tap 1: "you want to know if i like heartslabyul or ignihyde more? hm.. you see, ignihyde really does fit me more, however, i actually find heartslabyul more fun. sure, me and ignihyde students have a lot of common interests, but they don't want to talk to me about anything. and heartslabyul students.. i hate that most of them still treat me like a child, but they actually like me a lot."

home tap 2: "am i better at games than idia? well, i hate to admit it, but he really is strong. but i heard that riley-kun has beat him in the past, so hey, he's definitely not perfect. but one day.. one day i will beat him in a game too! i just need to learn his weaknesses.. riley-kun will find it so impressive too, i just know it!"

home tap 3: "apparently, riddle-senpai's been worried about me and he asked trey to check on me and make sure that i'm okay. haha, did he think that these nerds are gonna beat me up or something? but.. that's really sweet of him, actually. yay, riddle-senpai's friendship level up!!.. that sounded cringe, didn't it."

hayden's dorm exchange r voicelines.

summon: "so. pomefiore. great." *sighs* "why did the dark mirror send me here? i'm not even that attractive and i don't know much about poisons.. though i would love to know more."

groovy: "why.. why are they so nice to me? they know that i've been lying to everyone all this time and i tried to make them worship me, right? i just don't get them at all.. is it because most pomefiore students are too weird for me to understand them?"

set home: "well, at least i don't have to deal with azul.."

home idle 1: "this uniform is so uncomfortable to move in. i'm almost starting to miss the octavinelle uniform. yeah, i hated wearing it and i felt awkward in it, but hey, some people actually thought i looked good. i refused to wear the hat though. there are a lot of things i'm willing to do to make someone like me, but wearing that stupid hat is not one of them."

home idle 2: "vil told me that even though my looks are nothing special, he will still try to turn me into a masterpiece. well, good luck to him, what else can i say. ugh, do i have to wear all this makeup? i look so weird with it.."

home idle 3: "where is that guy.. don't mind me, i'm just hiding from allen's pomefiore version. he has said multiple times that he finds me interesting and that's already one of the two huge red flags. what's the other one?.. his eyes. have you seen what his eyes look like? those are the eyes of a man who is not sane at all."

home tap 1: "so i heard that there's this girl who also was sent to pomefiore and.. i-if i'm not wrong, she has her own horse? haha, maybe if i become friends with her, she will let me see it.. of course, it's probably not gonna work since everyone knows now what kind of person i really am, but it doesn't hurt to try, right?"

home tap 2: "it looks like a lot of students were suddenly sorted into this dorm. good, i'm not the only one suffering here. the mirror probably sent them here just because of their looks.. no, i still don't know why it thought that pomefiore will be a perfect dorm for me. maybe.. maybe it's because pomefiore students are more interested in giving me a makeover than judging me because of my past?"

home tap 3: "to be honest, i actually like this dorm's, uh, "aesthetic" more than octavinelle's. i'm not a fan of underwater themes, so spending all my time there was.. not fun. no, i do NOT have a fear of water- oh, what's the point in lying to you now, yes, i do have a fear of water. here, you happy now?"

riley's dorm exchange r voicelines.

summon: "hm? octavinelle? okay, it doesn't sound bad. i'm probably gonna see a lot of fishies there, right? so i'm okay with it."

groovy: "ugh, they're all staring at me.. why am i so popular anyway? they're so annoying, i just want them to leave me alone at least for a minute.."

set home: "i like this hat a lot. i think i look good in it."

home idle 1: "azul-senpai knows that i'm very popular, so he wants to use that reputation of mine for his benefit. he also said that the customers would be happy if i smiled more." *sighs* "why do i feel like azul-senpai is actually not a good person?"

home idle 2: "shh, i'm hiding under the table from those customers. and from azul-senpai. and from pretty much everyone. don't tell them anything, please. oh, and it's very comfortable here, you can hide with me too, if you want."

home idle 3: "floyd-senpai? oh, i'm in the same club as him, so i know him well. he's a good person, i like him. he's very fun to be around. his nicknames are cute too. huh? why would i find him scary? he can just be a little bit too energetic sometimes, but i'm used to dealing with people like that."

home tap 1: "i think azul-senpai is mad at me. i asked him to show me his merman form, but he refused and i kept poking his cheek until he asked me to go back to work. i'm afraid he thinks i'm annoying now.. good, it seems like my plan has worked. maybe this way he'll understand that making me work at mostro lounge is not a good idea."

home tap 2: "do you think rsa has a program like this as well? how do they even get sorted into dorms? do they have a.. "light mirror" or something like that? imagine if this program actually worked differently and rsa students got sent to nrc meanwhile we got sent to rsa- yeah, i just miss allen a lot."

home tap 3: "what do i think about jade-senpai? he's a good person, i like him- ah, i said the same thing about floyd-senpai. uh.. let me think.. i like him a lot, because he doesn't force me to.. you know, smile more often, unlike azul-senpai. he doesn't judge me and i feel like he understands me very well. also he knows a lot about mushrooms. he's cool."

#if you don't know who cole is. he's the nbc vice president that i'm working on #well. it's more like i'm working on his profile and i adopted him but you know what i mean #anyway merrill keeps collecting as many boyfriends as he can <3 good for him #the mouse girlboss: minnie #the lonely mechanic: austin #beauty with self grown thorns: avery #idia's e boy servant: merrill #a gamer skater boy: vance #the chameleon with a god complex: hayden #allen's kuudere cousin: riley #friends' ocs!

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