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littlexdeaths · 2 days

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bye bye bye - e.m.

y2k eddie munson x girly reader

opposites attract masterlist

warnings: gareth is a dickhead, hope y’all like some cheesy fluff, eddie is a complete dork but we love him for it.

a/n: this is a repost of my first y2k eddie fic, with some much needed edits and additions. i will be working on editing and posting the rest of this series soon. i hope you enjoy 💕

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Today really hadn’t gone how you’d planned.

You had been hanging out with Eddie and his band mates, something you’d done quite often. Only this time you made the mistake of wearing your *NSYNC tour shirt.

It wasn’t a secret that you and Eddie had polar opposite tastes, it was apparent by just looking at you. You were all pink, bubblegum and boy bands. And your boyfriend was a leather clad, heavy metal enthusiast.

Despite these differences, you fit so well together.

And as they say— opposites attract.

But one of his friends was always more standoffish towards you because of it. While you were always nice to Gareth, he seemed annoyed anytime Eddie brought you around. But today that annoyance had seemingly reached its peak.

And all over a stupid t-shirt.

Eddie had gone to get you both a drink, leaving you in the living room with the three other males. They were discussing the newest Linkin Park album. Which oddly enough, was a band you actually enjoyed outside your normal realm of music.

You perked up at the mention of the album, as it had been the only thing Eddie had been playing since it was released. Feeling eager to see what they also thought of it.

“Oh come on man, you can't say Meteora is better than Hybrid Theory,” Jeff scoffs, shaking his head in response to Gareth’s admission as Eddie leaves the room.

The male rolls his eyes before tossing a piece of popcorn at Jeff’s head, “See that’s where you’re wrong dude, have you tried listening to the albums back to back?”

You take this as an opportunity to add in your two cents, trying to include yourself in the conversation despite your nerves.

“Well, personally I think both albums are great in their own—”

You are interrupted with a loud snort as Gareth rudely cuts you off, glancing down at your shirt before meeting your eyes.

“Why would we care about your opinion of it? All you listen to is boy band trash pop,” he sneers, rolling his eyes as he turns back to his friends.

It felt like someone had punched you in the gut, any other words became lodged in your throat. Jeff and Grant throw apologetic glances your way, but continue on with the conversation as if nothing had happened.

Eddie returns shortly after, completely oblivious to what had just transpired. He plops down next to you on the sofa and passes you a can of coke. Due to your solemn appearance, he knew something was wrong. He just didn’t know what.

A frown tugs at the corner of his mouth as he wraps an arm around your waist, tucking you into his side.

“Hey, you okay?” He asks softly, replying with a shrug of your shoulders.

You let your eyes fall to the open can of soda clutched in your fist. You didn’t want to talk about it, especially not in front of them. The last thing you wanted was to cause a scene, or to give Gareth the satisfaction of seeing you cry.

So you sat quietly through the next half hour, letting Eddie enjoy the time with his friends.

But he couldn’t seem to let it go, far too focused on what had caused this sudden shift in your mood. So he ended the hangout early, claiming to be too tired from work. But all of you knew the real reason, guilt filled your chest as he walked you out to his van.

They must think you’re a buzzkill too.

The questions started the moment the door shut behind him, badgering you the entire way back to your house. You easily dodged his line of questioning, claiming to be tired. But Eddie wasn’t having any of that, he could see right through you. He always could.

“Baby, come on. Talk to me please,” he pleaded as he followed you up the stairs to your bedroom.

You continued to ignore him as you sat on the bed with a sigh. You felt embarrassed, knowing such a silly comment shouldn’t bother you as much as it did. All you wanted was for his friends to like you, but it was made abundantly clear that they didn’t.

All because you favored pop music? It all felt so trivial, like they weren’t even willing to give you a real chance. It hurt your feelings more than you cared to admit.

But Eddie being the sweet, doting boyfriend that he was— wasn’t giving up that easily.

“Just tell me what happened, sweetheart.” He says, kneeling in front of you, palms resting on either side of your thighs.

“It’s stupid,” you mutter, avoiding his curious gaze.

“Nothing that upset you this much is stupid,” he counters as you let out a groan, dramatically falling back onto the mattress and covering your face.

You hear his exasperated sigh, feeling the weight of his chest against yours as he leans over you. Eddie carefully removes your hands from your face, looking down at you expectantly.

“Your friends don’t like me,” you utter softly.

He frowns, confusion settling on his features.

“Why do you say that?”

You sigh, rolling your eyes which causes his frown to deepen.

“Well, just look at me…” you trail off, gesturing to yourself. “And look at you.”

It’s his turn to sigh now, taking your hands as he guides you back into a sitting position. Eddie cups your cheeks in between his palms, leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead.

“I know what you’re insinuating, but I promise that’s the furthest thing from the truth.” He reassures you, his dark eyes utterly sincere.

And as much as you want to believe him, there’s still a small part of you that wonders if maybe they are right. Maybe you’re too different. He must be able to read the apprehension lingering on your features, as one of determination crosses over his.

“I don’t know what they said to make you think that,” he pauses to press a kiss to the tip of your nose. “But I won’t hesitate to kick some ass, sweetheart.”

Despite the teasing lithe in his voice you know he’s serious, quickly shaking your head. The last thing you’d want is to cause more beef with his friends.

“It’s fine, Eds, I’m just too sensitive.” You give him a quick peck on the lips, “Let’s just drop it, yeah?”

You pull away to scoot further up the mattress, patting the spot beside you. But he shakes his head, remaining on the floor for a moment. His eyes dart contemplatively around the room, stopping on the shelf that held your extension CD collection.

A Cheshire-like grin tugs at his lips as he moves towards it, balancing on the balls of his feet. Your brows knit together in confusion as his ringed fingers graze over the plastic spines, stopping once he finds what he was looking for. Eddie pops the disc out of its case and into the clunky boombox before pressing play.

The beginning chords of Bye Bye Bye fill the once quiet space of your bedroom. Your boyfriend quickly jumps to his feet, spinning around to face you. He plants his feet on the carpet, head falling forward as his hands raise up in a marionette style.

Your eyes widen in realization as you crawl back towards the edge of your bed, suddenly intrigued. Eddie shoots a wink your way once he meets your gaze, beginning to sing along. His voice stood out amongst the others, the raspy quality brought a new edge to the track.

But he didn’t stop there.

You watched in amazement as he nailed all the choreography from the music video. You had no idea when he found the time to study all the moves. Between classes, work, hellfire and band practice he barely had time to think.

But knowing he took the time to do this, specifically for you— made your stomach flutter.

You can’t stop the smile from lighting up your features, giggling as your boyfriend continues to serenade you.

“I don’t want to be your fool, in this game for two…”

Eddie drops to his knees at your feet again, coaxing you onto the floor with him. He presses feather light kisses all over your face, the sensation causes you to giggle more. As hurt as you had been, the male always knew how to make you forget your problems.

At least for a little while.

“That’s my girl,” he mumbled, grinning down at you.

He’s a little out of breath from his impromptu dance routine, bangs lightly sticking to his forehead.

“You’re an absolute dork, Ed,” you giggle, ruffling his curls in a playful manner.

But the way he’s looking at you has your heart racing. His head dips, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss as the song comes to an end.

“Now, admit it,” he chuckles against your mouth, nudging his nose with yours. “I’m a much better dancer than that Dustin Timberlake.”

You laugh loudly, fondly shaking your head at him.

“It’s Justin, baby…”

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cripplecharacters · 2 days

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Do you have any tips (or previous posts) about how to write a young person who’s first-time cane user? This one is for a character who escapes a lifetime of being experimented on, and learns in the aftermath of being rescued that this rather compromised her ability to walk well again. I’ve written characters with other mobility devices for getting around. But never canes. I myself am physically disabled but have never needed anything like these before. I’m always eager to learn.

Hi!

If your character is a first time cane user, here's some things that could happen:

She will need to learn how to walk with the cane first. When you're starting, it's easy to mess up (though it could be my dyspraxia speaking) and overfocus on how you should walk because you're just getting used to it. She could randomly stop and correct her gait, or look down a lot to check if she's still doing the motion (left arm and right leg forward, or the other way around).

She's probably gonna drop that thing a lot. Especially if she has a weaker grip in the cane hand - now, I don't have this problem (the opposite, rather) - but the overall thing is a really common occurrence for most of us. Walking and hit the smallest pebble imaginable? Cane on the ground, somehow. Tried putting it against the wall or table? It's on the ground. And then you need to reach for it... it's a struggle sometimes.

If she's not helped in picking the cane, she will spend some time figuring out what grip and height are comfortable for her. (Grip depends on personal preference, no one's preference has ever been the doorknob handle, height is generally to the person's wrist from the ground up.) I think that this could be an interesting opportunity to talk about disabled communities - maybe she's frustrated with the process and goes to an older (more experienced) cane user to help her?

If it's during the winter, her hand is gonna be freezing - and the opposite in the summer - and she might not be prepared for it. The handle can get HOT and it can be an issue. Depending on what her actual disability is, she might try switching which hand to hold it in. If she's able to do that, another character could warm up her cold hand :)

The first couple of times walking with a cane are an Experience. You feel way better, but also everyone is suddenly staring. Some people care about that, some don't. But it can be somewhat overwhelming either way.

Spatial awareness is gonna suck at first. She will bump into what feels like everything with the cane. Especially doorframes. It's always doorframes for some reason. Or mess up and have her cane slip down because she hasn't realized how close to the curb she was.

She will hit her shin. It will hurt.

She's probably going to be speedy with that thing! Getting a cane is like getting a speed boost. Without it, I have episodes where I'm extremely slow (my highest, extreme-pain speed would be slower than a person walking very casually) and with it, I'm faster than a lot of able-bodied people! It's fun and she would have fun with it.

She will not know what to do with the cane when she doesn't need it. For me, using backpacks always cause issues because I don't know how to hold it without dropping it, but I also need to swap hands, something gets stuck on the handle... it's a whole process that takes a comical amount of time at first. Same when going to the public bathroom, where are you putting it when you aren't using it...? It's a lot of trial and error and a lot of "eww, my cane just touched the dirtiest surface humanly imaginable".

In the real world, people are (overly) interested in young cane user's business and tend to stare a lot. Now, it doesn't have to be like this in your story, but it's often just an annoying part of life. Your character might feel awkward and feel like she needs to explain herself, but this goes away after some time. You just get desensitized after a while.

In the real world, people are sometimes interested and nice about it! For example, a lot of older people can be insecure about using a cane, exactly like younger people. I've heard stories about older people asking younger users where they got their cane from, how are they so confident with it, etc. Another opportunity for a disabled community moment!

I hope that my suggestions were helpful, it's been a while since I was a first-time cane user so I wrote down what I still remember, haha.

Mod Sasza

Hi!

I agree with Sasza on pretty much every point and wanted to add some things from my own experience.

It's really, really hard to hold both a cane and an umbrella at the same time. Sometimes I'll give up and get wet. Sometimes I'll give up and store the cane. She might do either of those, depending on what she hates more: being wet or walking without the cane. Or she could get a raincoat if that works for her.

Speaking of umbrellas, sometimes you need your umbrella and you need your cane and you also need a free hand. This Sucks. What I do for this sometimes (and maybe she or other people have better, smarter, more useful solutions than this) is shove my umbrella into my shirt or backpack strap or something, so the umbrella is Held Up by it. This is not very effective, and will not last long. But if I need to look up a map on my phone or adjust something on my clothes or get my keys, it can work. Sort of.

Just like mod Sasza said, people will take interest in your cane, younger and older alike. I've had people of all ages compliment my cane (it has flowers) as well as people of all ages tell me I'm too young to need a cane or ask what's wrong with me. An older woman once asked me where I got my cane as she had been wanting a 'pretty' one, and that was a nice moment.

She might develop a new awareness of mobility aid users. When you're new at using one and trying to figure it out, you're probably going to be frustrated, because it's a new skill like any other. But it might make her (like it made me) notice more people using canes. It's not that I never saw them before, but that they were more common than I ever thought, and I never would have noticed how common it was if I hadn't had to slow down and practice my skill.

Cane tips get dirty, and cane tips wear out. These both depend on where your character is using her cane (outdoors vs indoors, scratchy asphalt vs smooth wood) as well as how often. A cane with a worn-out rubber tip really sucks and is more unstable and if the cane is made of aluminum and the tip is worn out and you hit the cane the wrong way, you can damage the cane. Ask me how I know.

That's all I can think of right now that I had to learn to deal with when I started! As you can see I still don't have a solution to the rain thing and it's been like two and a half years...

- mod Sparrow

#mod sasza #maybe-its-beyond-words #canes #mod Sparrow #mobility aids

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joequiinn · 18 hours

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The Dos & Don'ts of Fake Dating | E.M. x reader | pt. 6

[all chapters here]

summary: You propose a crazy idea to the resident freak of Hawkins, Eddie Munson. But maybe he was even crazier for agreeing to it…

notes & tropes: fem reader, slow burn, faking dating, opposites attract, bratty rich bitch reader, super minor revenge plot, not-quite-enemies-to-lovers

a/n: I feel like this chapter took forever to write, but it was literally only a week (also shoutout to @eddiernunson for helping with it!)??? I put so much work into this one, so I can't wait to see what everyone thinks! Updates will probably change to weekly for the time being, as chapters are starting to get longer. Enjoy~~

wc: 5.7k

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Eddie once again met you outside the school on Monday morning, waiting - presumably for you - near the front entrance. As you spotted one another, Eddie grinned flirtatiously, and you relaxed your face, realizing that before making eye contact with Eddie that your jaw was clenched and your gaze was harsh. You hadn’t realized how cold your neutral expression was up until recently.

Eddie pushed himself off the wall he was leaning against, meeting you at the front door in time to open it for you. The corner of your lip pulled up in thanks, and once you were both inside, Eddie rested his arm over your shoulders, causing you to let out a surprised breath as your neck grew just a touch warm. You were glad that you happened to have a book to hold and keep your hands occupied, as you just knew without it you’d have crossed your arms or let them awkwardly hang at your side; even in previous real relationships, you weren’t a particularly physical person.

“Princess,” He greeted mockingly, as if he knew putting his arm around you would make you tense.

Your eyes narrowed a little as you taunted back, “Freak.”

“I thought we said only nice nicknames.” Eddie turned his over-dramatic, sad eyes on you.

“I also remember telling you not to call me ‘princess.’” You retorted, intentionally avoiding his eyes.

“Ah, but it suits you, doesn’t it?” Eddie continued teasing as various students looked your way, some doing double-takes as they realized who you were walking with. Your eyes briefly flicked up to his face, but you looked away before he could notice your gaze.

As the pair of you approached your locker, you were almost disappointed that no one was lingering there prepared to try and drag you back in with the crowd you always knew. It was nearly surprising just how quickly everyone seemed to leave you in the dust the moment you started feigning any interest in Eddie - years of friendship really seemed to mean nothing, huh? But the disappointment didn’t show on your face, as it was outweighed by the opposite sense of relief that you didn’t have to put on too much of a show, that your plan had done its job almost too well.

Once you were at the locker, Eddie let his arm fall from you so you could shuffle around in your bag and your locker. You both took that opportunity to look around, and you nearly smiled when you realized Eddie was doing exactly the same thing as you - that he was looking for reactions, that he was looking for the faces of people that knew either of you. So, you noted, he seemed to be enjoying this charade, too.

“So,” Eddie eventually leaned against the wall of lockers to look at you as you fussed with your belongings, “my band has shows on Tuesday nights.”

“You’re in a band?” You ask with a hint of disbelief, looking up at his face for a moment, which furrowed a little at your question.

“I did mention I play guitar.”

“You didn’t mention the guitar or the band.” You countered smartly, to which Eddie rolled his eyes.

“Alright, fine,” You smirked to yourself while closing your locker, leaning your shoulder against it to mirror Eddie’s pose, “You should come to our show tomorrow.”

Before you could stop yourself, you made a critical face at the suggestion. Based on the way he dressed, you knew exactly the kind of music Eddie most likely played, and you were far from interested in that. And you had no idea if he was good or not, or who the hell his bandmates were - for all you knew, they were even bigger losers than him.

In response to your mean expression, Eddie narrowed his eyes, his jaw a touch tight, “Stop being stubborn. Maybe you’ll enjoy it.”

“I doubt it,” you said with an unamused grin. A moment later, Eddie looked past your shoulder, his eyes showing recognition for whoever the hell he was looking at. You whip around to see a friend of his, the one with the locker near yours; said friend appeared a little confused as he looked between you and Eddie.

Without warning, Eddie snatched your hand and dragged you in the other boy’s direction, causing you to nearly trip in the process. You, of course, glared at him for how quickly he pulled you along, but you said nothing as the two of you approached his puzzled friend.

“Gareth,” Eddie started with a charismatic grin, his voice loud with excitement that you weren’t prepared for. He tugged you alongside him, keeping a hold on your hand as if he were enjoying the fact that you couldn’t just pull away. With his free hand, Eddie presented you as if you were some prize, “You’re familiar with the resident ice princess.”

Gareth’s eyes went back and forth between the two of you, trying to keep his confusion from totally twisting his expression, which he did a poor job of. You, as well, were trying to keep your face from showing any annoyance or disorientation from this whole thing, although you were certain you instead just looked like a total bitch.

“Yes…” Gareth started hesitantly, his eyes finally settling on Eddie’s face, “I didn’t think you two knew each other, though…”

“Recent development.” Eddie shrugged nonchalantly, releasing your hand only to throw his arm on your shoulders again before you could retreat. You side-eyed him, briefly unconcerned with whether or not Gareth saw it - Eddie was being exceptionally annoying this morning.

“How did you two…?” Gareth pointed between you, his muddled voice trailing off.

You and Eddie looked at one another with realization - you didn’t have an answer for that. Neither of you had even considered that that was a story you needed, and you felt stupid for not thinking about it from the get go. Now, one of you had to come up with it on the fly; you weren’t sure if you’d prefer coming up with it yourself or leaving it to Eddie.

You should probably take this one, you decided - just your luck, if you left it to Eddie he’d come up with the most ridiculous story that could never hold up. Still staring up at him, you take a deep breath, prepared to come up with some explanation quickly, but Eddie beat you to the punch.

“We were meeting for a deal,” he began, and you briefly wondered if he was about to tell Gareth the truth, “chatting became flirting, so I asked her out on a whim; didn’t expect her to actually say ‘yes,’ though.”

Eddie gave you that charming smile of his, feeling your shoulders relax - that explanation was nice and simple, believable enough that no one would ask questions. It looked like it appeased Gareth, too, because his confusion didn’t appear nearly as blatant as it was a minute ago. You were sure he still found it odd and probably had minor doubts, but he didn’t seem the type to vocalize those things.

“She’s coming to our show tomorrow night.” Eddie added, to which you turned your harsh stare onto him again. Your mouth immediately opened to dispute, although you hesitated for a moment as you realized Eddie did this on purpose - he dragged you over to his friend and put you on the spot, thinking you wouldn’t be able to argue in front of someone else. And you nearly debated whether or not you should, however, the small, smug look on Eddie’s face was exactly the catalyst you needed.

“I never said that.” You stated simply, watching the surprise that crossed Eddie’s face; yup, he didn’t think you’d debate this if another person was involved. You could see the hesitation in Gareth’s body language, could see that he was still getting over the fact that you and Eddie were, apparently, together.

“I thought you did?” Eddie put on a very convincing look, pretending to mull it over, trying to set you up to agree to it. You’d hand it to him, he was determined.

“No.” You raised your brow to challenge him, and you couldn’t help the small defiant smirk that dared to cross your lips, “I’ll need some incentive for that.”

“Whatever you want.” Eddie said without hesitation, returning his attention to Gareth with a humorous smile, “She’s not so bad once you get to know her.”

To that, you gave his chest a little smack, meeting Gareth’s eyes, which remained just as perplexed as before. Your customary impassive expression was on your face, “No, I’m worse.”

Gareth nearly looked nervous until you finally cracked a small smile, although he still seemed put off - he probably didn’t know whether or not you were kidding, even as you grinned at him. Maybe you needed to relax and not scare Eddie’s friends too much, it may eventually piss him off.

Eddie gave your shoulder a squeeze, as if it were a silent plea for you to behave yourself. You looked at his face for a few moments, once again challenging him, before returning your eyes to Gareth with a sigh.

“I’m not that bad.” You reassure plainly, certain that you don’t sound terribly convincing. Nonetheless, Gareth’s face isn’t nearly as hesitant, although you knew he was far from coming around to you.

“You get used to it.” Eddie chimed in while giving your shoulders a little tug, a signal that you two should start walking, “Don’t let her scare you too much, Gareth, the power will go to her head.”

You gave his chest another small smack while you scoffed. Eddie simply grinned and shook his head in amusement; he gave Gareth a nod of farewell before you two began to walk through the hall towards your first class of the day. Once you were out of earshot, you looked up at Eddie from the corner of your eye.

“Don’t set me up like that.” You instruct plainly, trying to avoid any malice that you would’ve used on him only a week ago.

“Oh, lesson learned.” Eddie retorted with a small sound of mirth, “I should’ve known you’d enjoy being difficult in front of other people.”

You shrugged, finding some mild amusement in it as well, “I just can’t seem to help myself.”

“You can say that again.” The pair of you walk in an easy silence for a few moments before Eddie looks at you with hopeful eyes, “But you will come tomorrow, right?”

You raise your brows at him, your face showing your disagreement with the question, “It’s not like I need to - I doubt anyone will be there to see us.”

Eddie rolled his eyes. He couldn’t believe how easily his thoughts and feelings about you fluctuated - one second, he enjoyed your company, the next he found you tiresome.

“Oh, come on,” Eddie started, studying your face, “Are we dating or not?”

“Well--”

“Don’t answer that.” Eddie cut you off, knowing exactly what you’d say to his poorly phrased question. You nearly laughed, but tried to keep a straight face - you didn’t need Eddie seeing you amused while you were trying to argue your case with him, “You know you have to meet my friends eventually, might as well be now. And I’d bet your parents wouldn’t be so happy about you going to a dive bar with a guy they don’t even know.”

As you two paused outside of your classroom, you gave Eddie a scrutinizing look, mulling over his two points - the one about his friends was neither here nor there, but he did make a good point about your parents. And from the look on his face, you figured he also knew that it was a good point.

While you studied him, Eddie leaned towards your face, his voice challenging, “Live a little.”

You narrowed your eyes, wanting to argue despite knowing that you were already losing. As you stared at one another, Eddie raised his brows impatiently, urging you to agree already and stop being so stubborn. You finally shook your head with a sigh of defeat, your brow furrowing even more as a cocky grin spread across Eddie’s lip.

“Fine, I’ll go. But I’m not gonna like it.”

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You sneered with distaste as you eyed the Hideout, your gaze critical as you took in the neon signs, the filthy windows, and the crowds of older bikers and alcoholics. This is the place Eddie dragged you to? You could kill him for not better preparing you for just how seedy and unsavory it would be.

Behind you, Eddie and the band were pulling equipment from the back of the van, the clatter of cymbals and their mingling voices drawing your attention. As you turned around, they all quickly whipped their eyes in another direction, quieting just a little - of course they’d been staring at you, talking about you. How could they not, considering that all of a sudden you were dating one of the losers amongst them. And said loser gave you a friendly wink as you met his eyes, but your attention turned back to his friends, making them all nervous with your intense gaze.

Admittedly, you loved that they were scared of you, loved that they were too damn nervous to even look you in the eye. You couldn’t help but find it funny, and you figured it would take a long time to get them to even talk to you without tripping over their words.

You crossed your arms as you looked back up at the bar again, frowning, “This place looks like a venereal disease waiting to happen.”

You heard one of them make a surprised sound at your comment; you’d bet the band was sharing shocked, nervous glances just behind you.

“Relax, princess,” Eddie flung his arm over you, his guitar case in the opposite hand, “just try to have fun, it’s not as bad as it looks.”

You gave him a smart look, “You say that now, but just you wait until some creep tries to grope me.”

Eddie blew air between his lips, “You’d probably scare anyone that even looked at you funny. Besides, you already let one creep grope you.”

He made a grabby hand over your shoulder as if to suggest he was about to touch you indecently, and behind you two the band chuckled, causing Eddie to grin largely. You gave him an affronted look as you hit his shoulder.

“Shut up!” You were taken aback by the joke, but you realized Eddie was probably all riled up by his friends - he was a boy, after all, they always said shit just to make their friends laugh.

“Sorry, sorry.” He raised his arms in surrender, his eyes apologetic as they met yours, “None of those jokes, I get it.”

You continued to glare at him for another moment before looking back towards the band. Eddie introduced the other two that you hadn’t met before, but you were already forgetting their names. Jeff? Grant? You weren’t totally certain. You could see a thoughtful furrow in Gareth’s brow as you glanced over all of them, and something told you to pay attention to him - you had a feeling he didn’t believe you and Eddie, that if anyone were to figure out your lie it would be him. That made him a far more observant friend than any of yours.

Eddie took hold of your hand and started dragging you to the bar, his band following right behind the pair of you. As Eddie held the door open, the sound of bluesy rock music met your ears, and you took in the various patrons and surroundings of the Hideout. You could immediately tell the Hideout seemed to cater to musicians - the stage was cramped, but well-loved, central with bright lights and a crowd formed to watch the band currently in the spotlight. The place wasn’t packed - after all, it was a Tuesday - but there were more people than you were expecting.

You could tell your group brought the median age of the bar down dramatically, everyone else looking 40 or older. As you made your way through the patrons, a few glanced at the band in recognition, one man even clapping Eddie on the shoulder as you passed. Corroded Coffin must have spent a lot more time here than you gave them credit for.

You stayed practically tucked into Eddie’s side as he led you through the Hideout, not wanting to get lost amongst the crowd of drunks. Once you reached the bar, Eddie greeted the bartender with familiarity, pulling you in closer to introduce you to the man with an eager grin, really selling that you were his girlfriend. His tone could’ve even fooled you.

“Keep an eye on her, alright, she’s trouble.” Eddie joked with the bartender, causing you to roll your eyes as they laughed.

“You look like you can handle yourself.” The bartender offered while meeting your eyes. Although he had a rough exterior, there was nothing about his gaze that felt off, so you gave him a small look of confirmation.

“That’s the problem.” Eddie teased, looking at you playfully.

You realized the rest of Corroded Coffin was already waiting in the wings, watching the other band finish up their set. Eddie gave your hand a small tug, drawing your attention back to him; he leaned down a little as he spoke, mouth close to your ears so you could hear him over the loud music.

“Stay here with Jack, alright?” He nodded his head towards the bartender, “That way I don’t lose you.”

“I thought you said this place wasn’t as bad as it looked.” You pulled back a little so he could see you raise a taunting brow.

“It’s not.” He reiterated, “but just my luck, you’ll draw trouble to you.”

You hummed in disagreement, “If there’s trouble, that’s on you.”

“That’s what I’m worried about.” Eddie grinned in contrast to his words, his eyes amused. He leaned towards you again as if he wanted to put on some show of physical affection, but hesitated; why did that ever so briefly make you nervous? Instead, he pulled his hand from yours while bringing his lips close to your ear again; you unconsciously flexed your hand now that it was free.

“We’re going on soon. Try to have fun.” Eddie took a deep breath before pulling back, and you almost thought that he had smelled your hair, but you figured that couldn’t be true.

As he’d done before, Eddie’s fingers grazed your back as he walked off in the direction of the stage. You watched him closely, the realization hitting you that this was a new place and you knew no one here. And it’s not that that frightened you or made you nervous, but the observation put you on your guard, made you a little more tense and aware of your surroundings.

Your eyes stayed locked on Eddie as he laughed with his friends, taking the stage to set up their equipment. You took the opportunity to study him, taking in the way his laugh spread through his entire body, the way he seemed to be so much more dramatic and playful and boisterous with his friends around. For a few moments, you didn’t even realize you were nearly smiling, although your expression quickly evened out with that realization. What the hell were you smirking about?

“Drink?” Jack’s gravelly voice asked over your shoulder, so you turned back towards the bar and eyed him momentarily.

“No, I’m not--”

He cut you off with a dismissive wave of his hand, knowing what you were going to say about your age, “Does this look like the kind of place that cares?”

His tone was matter-of-fact, and you smirked in appreciation at it. You considered for a moment what you wanted to drink, hopping up into one of the bar chairs as Jack watched you patiently, “What’s the girliest drink you know how to make?”

He laughed at the question, shaking his head but accepting it, “Ah, one girly drink coming right up.”

The corner of your mouth tugged back - there was something about Jack that instantly amused you. Maybe his grumpy vibes were entertaining, or maybe it was the fact that he found his own amusement in your drink order. Regardless, maybe it wasn’t so bad that Eddie effectively left this man as your babysitter.

The sound of a bass being tuned caused you to look back up at the stage. Eddie’s guitar was slung over his shoulder as he discussed something with the band, everyone looking prepared to start any minute now.

As Jack set a pretty drink in front of you, Eddie tested the mic, looking delighted at the crowd as the band finished their preparation. Again, you caught yourself smiling a little, blindly picking up your drink from the bartop as you continued to watch Eddie.

Of course, the almost endearing look on your face disappeared entirely once the music started. Just as you had expected, the drums were loud, the guitar thrashing, and Eddie’s singing rough and whiny. You couldn’t help the sneer on your face - this was so not your kind of music. Although the crowd seemed to respond positively, this just wasn’t your scene, and you unintentionally sat stiffly in your seat.

You hoped the lights were bright enough that Eddie couldn’t see you. Considering that his eyes hadn’t settled on you in some time, you figured the stage lighting made it difficult to find you. You just knew the disinterest that your body language exuded was bound to annoy him to some extent. Sure, you could fake being his girlfriend easily enough, but you couldn’t fake any interest in metal music. It was so damn loud and aggressive that it made your chest hurt and left your head confused.

However, once you got past that, you were able to study Eddie a little more. He was… actually good at this. You knew absolutely nothing about music, but just from watching Eddie you recognized how complicated the guitar was, how much skill it actually took to play these complex chords. His vocals were another story, but with that guitar Eddie showed an impressive amount of expertise, skilled hands with an intense care and focus. At one point, you nearly began to zone out while watching Eddie’s hands work up and down the neck of the guitar, and when you finally shook yourself out of the trance, you had to wonder just how long you’d been staring so damn intently at Eddie’s hands.

As the band played on, Jack brought you a second drink before you were even done with your first. You smiled in thanks before knocking back what was left in your first glass. Like any good popular high school kid, you’d been to your fair share of parties with alcohol aplenty, but that didn’t make you any less of a lightweight. One drink you could handle just fine, but it was always the second drink that started to make things a little blurry. So, you eyed your new glass warily, deciding whether or not you were brave enough to drink it.

But what did you have to lose? Despite its appearances, you were safe enough here at the Hideout, you figured you wouldn’t be out too late, and one more drink wasn’t going to totally mess you up. So, you grabbed the glass decisively, returning your attention to Eddie as you took a sip. You’d just cut yourself off after this one, no need to get plastered on a Tuesday night.

But damn it, Jack was too good a bartender, because as you were about finished with this glass, he put another in front of you. You furrowed your brows a little, stopping him before he could walk away and attend to the other patrons.

“I really shouldn’t!” You had to shout over how damn loud Corroded Coffin was - did someone turn up the speakers, or did they sound even louder because of your drinks? Jack leaned on the counter, his expression gruff but his eyes somehow still kind. He pointed in Eddie’s direction.

“Have one more, I trust that kid’ll take good care of you.” You made a doubtful face, looking between Jack and the drink. Unconsciously, you went back to sipping at the one in your hand, scrutinizing the bartender, “I’ve known Eddie since he was 14 - when I say he’ll take good care of you, I mean it.”

The comment was surprisingly genuine, causing you to cock your head curiously. Seeing something in your expression change, Jack gave you the slightest of smirks before turning his attention onto the other waiting customers. You realized a moment later that you hit the bottom of your glass; you stared at the melting ice briefly before looking at the new drink in front of you. Fine, one more. As you swapped the glasses, you hopped to your feet, forgetting that Eddie had asked you to stay at the bar.

That second drink put you a little more at ease; the loud music didn’t bother you nearly as much as it did before, and you didn’t mind pushing your way through the bar patrons anymore. You didn’t know where you wanted to go exactly, but you knew you needed to get on your feet for a little bit. So, you began to maneuver closer to the stage, keeping to one side of the crowd so you weren’t entirely packed between people. Your gaze stayed almost zeroed in on Eddie, taking in his stage presence thoughtfully.

Aside from him actually showing talent that you weren’t expecting, you also noticed how excited he was to be up there playing for people. The elation in his face, the animation in his body language - he had a lot of love for music, that was obvious to you. And because the drinks had been loosening you up over the course of the set, you realized that you were actually smiling as you watched him, actually enjoying the sight of Eddie live it up on this dinky little stage.

You didn’t even try to fight the look on your face, assuming that Eddie still couldn’t see you - you couldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that you were having a good time, after all. You even caught yourself tapping your foot along to the music at one point, as if the rhythm was beginning to make sense to you. It was more than just cacophonous noise - or at least that’s how it felt now that you were nearly three drinks deep - although you still didn’t quite understand the appeal of metal. Nonetheless, you found yourself trying to enjoy it.

It was as Eddie announced the final song that you finished your drink, leaving the empty glass on some nearby table. For a moment, you caught yourself wishing you weren’t here alone, wishing you could’ve dragged Amelia or Janet here to keep you company. Although the music and venue were far from anyone’s taste, this was exactly the kind of thing you all would have normally done together. But just as quickly as you thought that, you also remembered all the times Amelia had just disappeared on you at parties, all the times Janet flaked at the last minute when you discussed going to shows up in Indianapolis.

You got so caught up in your thoughts that you hadn’t realized Corroded Coffin just wrapped up their set. And you didn’t come back to yourself until a hand cupped your ass, immediately setting you off like dynamite.

You whipped around to find a grimy but otherwise nondescript man lingering behind you, a slimy look on his face. You were also briefly aware of Eddie’s voice calling something from the wing of the stage, but you were already in go-mode, arm reeling and swinging ungracefully to crack the guy. Your aim was a little off and you nearly missed, but you still managed to make contact, although with his throat rather than his jaw like you intended. If there was any pain in your own hand, you probably wouldn’t notice it until tomorrow.

As he stumbled back, you felt someone else come up behind you, and you were about ready to hit them, too, until you were spun around to face Eddie. He held your shoulders, but you still had to steady yourself by grabbing his forearms, meeting his shocked eyes with far too much of a calmness about you. Eddie’s brow furrowed as he looked you up and down then looked past you at the man you hit, then back at you.

“Jesus, can’t leave you alone, can I?” His tone was bewildered, as if he couldn’t believe he saw you, the ice princess, hit a guy. Sure, he knew you had quite a bark, but he didn’t know you also had a bite.

Thanks to the drinks in you, a laugh escaped your throat - was it a nervous one, or did you find the whole thing actually funny? You looked back at the man to see him already being taken care of, Jack dragging him out of the bar. No one else seemed to bat an eye at the ruckus, perhaps because they were used to it, choosing to carry on and ignore it. You met Eddie’s concerned eyes again, grinning uncharacteristically large.

“Fucking idiot.” Eddie looked nearly offended until he realized you were talking about the man and not him. He sighed, shaking his head with near mirth, still trying to wrap his head around this whole thing.

But after a few moments, he laughed - it was small and breathy, but when his eyes met yours again, there was definitely a glimmer of amusement there. He stepped back from you looking around in disbelief, a smile threatening to pull at his lips.

“Don’t piss you off, got it.” Eddie finally smiled while looking you up and down; now that the shock had passed, he was actually a little impressed by how it handled yourself. Feeling a touch sobered up, you shrugged in defense of yourself.

“Well, he shouldn’t have acted like an idiot.” Eddie chuckled at your comment, nodding in agreement.

“I didn’t know you had a right hook like that.”

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me.” You counter, swaying a little on your feet yet again, which made your statement nearly laughable. Eddie put out his arm in case he needed to steady you, looking you over heedfully.

“I think it’s time we get you home.” He says simply, putting his hand to the small of your back and guiding you towards the band as they packed up their equipment. You allowed him to lead you, although you rolled your eyes a little at how cautious he was being with you, as if you were a baby bird or something.

“Oh, come on, the night is young.” You say far too lightheartedly, making Eddie eye you with a curious look - after all, this lax attitude was incredibly odd for you. Is this how you always behaved when you drank? Open and approachable and even a little fun? He’d have to keep that in mind, keep an eye on you in the future.

“You’ll regret saying that tomorrow.” Eddie teased while grabbing his guitar case from where it leaned against the wall. Meanwhile, you relaxed against a nearby speaker, watching as the group finished collecting their belongings. You realized Gareth was looking at you, and rather than glower as you’d normally do, you instead gave him a tipsy grin. That seemed to confuse him even more, as he nervously looked back at what he was doing.

“You guys aren’t half bad.” You say to no one in particular, although they all briefly glanced up with varying degrees of surprise. Only Eddie smiled.

“Is that meant to be a compliment?” He ribbed. You playfully made a face, but didn’t grace him with a response.

Eventually, you and Eddie were back in the van, the rest of Corroded Coffin having carpooled separately. As Eddie pulled away from the Hideout, you watched him drive, studying his hands as they drummed on the steering wheel. Some metal music you weren’t familiar with played through the speakers, but luckily Eddie kept the volume low enough that your brain didn’t rattle.

Watching Eddie’s fingers move, you recalled his skill on the guitar, how easily his fingers slid over the strings, how his hands practically danced on the instrument. It was a talent that you actually found quite impressive, although you weren’t about to divulge that information to him. You turn your attention to his face, how the moonlight highlighted certain features; a sheen of sweat caused his bangs to stick to his forehead, his cheeks still flushed, a content look settled on his face. Once again, you found yourself zoning out as you stared at him.

“You were good tonight.” The words left your mouth unexpectedly as you continued staring at him, and Eddie looked over at you with disbelief, as if you actually giving him a compliment was so foreign. His eyes pulled you from your slight daze, and you tried to collect yourself but fumbled, “You’re good at… guitar.”

God, that sounded stupid. And as if to emphasize it, Eddie laughed merrily, clearly delighted by your own confusion in your phrasing. You glared harshly, hating the fact that you sounded so dumb.

“Your singing could use some fucking work, though.” You retaliated unnecessarily, huffing as you crossed your arms and slouched in the seat. Eddie’s laughter died down as he looked at your pouting face, although that in itself made him want to keep laughing. But he pushed down that desire, not wanting to get you riled up.

“Oh, come on,” he reached over to nudge your knee, his palm hot against your skin. If you weren’t so grumpy, you probably would have liked the feel of it, “Sorry… but thank you. Glad to know I’m good at guitar.”

You glanced at him, still glaring, but his expression was genuine and nonjudgmental, sweet even, and you felt yourself begin to relax.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x you #stranger things #em #dos and donts

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monsteraficionado · 2 days

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watcher love time: what’s your favourite thing about each of the founders?

Hii Em!!! Oh god, Vi sent me a similar ask last week but I forgot about it with everything*handwaves* happening, but!!

Ryan Bergara: I love his ambition, determination and work ethics. I love how he made Unsolved even if then Buzzfeed didn't know what to do with a proper series, and kept at it until it exploded and then Buzzfeed could do nothing but keep greenlighting it. I love how he keeps friends around forever: if you get branded as a Friend of Ryan Bergara then that's permanent, sorry. I love how he loves unapologetically what he loves, it being people, or theme parks, or food, or movies, everything.

Steven Lim: I love that he's the funniest co-founder, often without meaning to. I love how he commits to the bit, even if the bit takes him way farther than he intended to (Him feeling unable to escape the TMS persona? Beautiful, amazing). I love how he keeps growing every day, becoming a better and better person, always trying to find kindness in everything, and how earnest he is. I love how he has continually decided to step back creatively to take into the harder, more boring, more joyless parts of running a company, so his two co-founders can focus on being creatives, and I love that he is finally going to be able to dedicate himself to a show of his own.

Shane Madej: I love his creativity and how his love and curiosity for the world are at the forefront of every project he helms. I love how he just doesn't do stuff he doesn't want to do, like going to the movies in London instead of going to see a play and have a nice bonding experience. I love how we do not understand why he does half of the things he does (like his toxic relationship with a grocery store), because he is so grounded in himself that he knows he doesn't owe to anyone to explain what he does.

#watcher #ryan bergara #shane madej #steven lim #asks #poiregourmande

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sunsbum · 8 hours

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THEODORE NOTT, OBSESSED.

cw: SWEARING, p in v, obsessed!theo(obvi), JERKING OFF, n more :)

ps. english is my first language so it might be bad <3 and hes not necessarily as obsessed as i was gonna make him originally but its whatever

Theo loved boarding school for one reason and one reason only, you.

he sees you every morning at breakfast, you guys have every class together(because he bribed the teachers) and every dinner you guys sit at the same table but at night he spends he lays in his bed jerking off to the thought of you.

running his hands over his pretty pink tip and slit, closing his eyes imaging you were there making him feel good instead of his lousy hand.

after he always felt dirty, like he was a terrible person because he thought of you like that but its not like you would ever know so whats so wrong about it?

one day he fidgeted quietly, legs bouncing. all day he thought about you and asking you a simple question.

he pays attention to the way you talk, the way your face looks when you talk about something you like. you look like a goddess to him.

“i have a question” he interrupted you, “whats up, theo?” you looked at him with confusion in your eye.

“not to be weird and if this is ill shut up immediately, but would you ever fuck me?” his eyebrows furrowed while he nervously waited for your answer.

a small smirk appeared on your face. you left out a small chuckle before answering “i mean yeah we’re friends of course i would but only if you wanted to.”

he took you up on your offer. his cock was basically bruising your cervix, “awh my poor baby am i making you feel good?” you were trying to mumble something but gave up so you end up nodding to fucked out to make out a proper sentence.

he was in heaven but aware enough to make sure not to cum to quick, “thought about this moment for awhile now” he practically moaned out.

“more, more, more, s’ good, mhm” you drag out your words and squirm underneath him.

“such a slut for lettin’ me fuck you like this” your pretty little moans egg him on, keeping him motivated to keep fucking you so perfectly.

“cumming, gonna cum.” you grip onto his hair and move your hips against his. “go ahead, cum for me baby” he pushes into you hard making you see stars.

you whimper and moan as your body gets all limp, legs trembling. he lets out a chuckle and kisses you, he loves seeing you like this, assuring him that he made you feel good.

his thrust don’t stop, your wetness being used as lubricant for him to fuck you nice and good. he’s gonna make this count just incase it doesn’t happen again. he slams into your poor cunt while leaving wet kisses all over your face and neck.

“f-fuck, love you s’ much, angel” his warm load coats your insides, makin’ it drip down your cunt and onto the sheets. “did so good baby, so good.”

#theodore nott smut #theodore nott #lorenzo zurzolo #theo nott #sunsbum

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-One Piece Crossing: Familial Yandere G8-

Okay so I wrote this as a bit of self comfort as Navarone aka the G8 Arc has always been a huge source of comfort for me but let me start this by saying this

NOTHING IN THIS IS MEANT TO BE ROMANTIC OR SEXUAL

FAMILIAL YANDERE’S ARE PEOPLE WHO VIEW YOU AS THEIR CHILD IN A YANDERE SENSE, THERE IS NO ROMANTIC LOVE TOWARDS YOU HERE

IF YOU BELIEVE THAT THERE IS THEN THERE IS NOT

THE REASON I DON’T WANT MINORS INTERACTING WITH THIS IS BECAUSE ALTHOUGH THERE IS NO ROMANTIC/SEXUAL CONTENT. I STILL DO NOT WANT THEM HERE!

Okay now that that’s out of the way, let’s get into it

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL-!

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

Sentient Video Games, Stalking, Delusions, Writing Reminiscent of Old Creepypasta, Being Treated like a Baby, Gaslighting (?), Force Feeding, Kidnapping, Off Camera Beating, Execution Mention

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL-!

Okay so let’s say that you wound up being the next person to come across the One Piece Crossing game like let’s say you found it at some kind of garage sale for five dollars or it was gifted to you by a friend or something

You booted the game up and played around with your characters design for a bit before setting the time and date then picking an island which is when you were finally given the choice between pirates which was a red box or marines which was a blue box

After thinking for a bit, you choose Marines and a villager select popped up where it would be two characters standing next to each other against the background of what looked like a harbor with their names underneath them

You hit random multiple times trying to find ones you would like and after what felt like hours of getting the same guy in a white shirt and a marine hat, you finally found someone you liked which was a red headed man with a big bushy mustache and a blonde dressed in what looked like a chef’s uniform

Their names were Jonathan and Jessica, they even had a line connecting their name boxes with a tiny box in the middle saying “Married!”

They seemed nice so you picked them and off you went to the island, the tutorial was alright if not pretty cozy as you and your villagers went around placing what would become your new homes and once your home was placed

You went inside and placed what little furniture your character had on them before going upstairs to save, you saw the phone up there and messed around with the settings menu that it provided before flicking Immersive Interactions on

After that, you saved the game and put it down for the day to do other things and once you picked it back up. The interactions really were much different as it almost felt like you were playing with actual people

Jessica although she was short tempered was somewhat kind with you and praised you for eating everything on your plate when her husband struggled with eating his broccoli and carrots. She would always actively come looking for your character too if she had found out that you hadn’t eaten or it was a meal time

Jonathan was more chill as he would always be in the most random spots like did you just find a small beach that you didn’t know was there? Jonathan found it first and is currently fishing there. He would always offer for you to join him as well to just sit down and relax until it was time for you to go

There was also one time as well when Jessica had come to tell you both that she had prepared food only for you to suddenly get a bite on your characters fishing rod, you weren’t expecting that to happen during a scripted event so it caught you off guard and next thing that you knew. Your character was being pulled into the ocean with a splash

It wasn’t long before your character resurfaced and a notification box popped up with your character looking embarrassed telling you “I hope that fish likes its new fishing rod because it’s gone now”. The two of them then helped your character out and you all had a small bit of a laugh about it

Eventually a few others moved onto the island having been invited by Jonathan and Jessica, they were people like Drake. Kobato. Mekao. A few others too like a few people known as Shinpachi and Tom

The island was filling out quite well in all honesty and although some of the characters could be a little irritating like Drake shouting at you when he saw you trying to decorate claiming that you shouldn’t be dragging things around like that by yourself as you could hurt yourself or when Mekao got blackout drunk on the beach and you had to clean up the bottles that were left behind when Kobato dragged him off telling him that he needs to cut that out for his health

It was still honestly quite fun despite it and honestly you wouldn’t trade these villagers for the world

Something surprising did happen at one point though and it was Jonathan coming to ask you a question, he was asking you if you would like to move in with him and Jessica as the island was getting bigger by the day and it could help with space

You figured it would be nice to have more decorating space so you selected yes and a little animation of your character moving their things into their home played out. You had a room in their home and they told you that they were happy to have you but gave you a few rules

It was after that when you saved your game and put it down for the day and let’s say that life got busy, you weren’t able to play anymore and when you did have time. You usually found yourself playing something else

However when you eventually returned back to One Piece Crossing, your character was asleep but they weren’t in their bed and instead looked like they were in an infirmary at a hospital or something. Your character had quite the bed head and from what you could see, there were nurses wandering around

That was weird but before you could make your character get up, a few notifications popped up telling you some things

“Jonathan has taken over the island while you’ve been away” “Jonathan has chosen to change the islands name to Navarone” “The islanders have changed the layout of Navarone” among other things but those were the ones that most interested you until…

“Jonathan and Jessica have chosen to adopt you”

That was weird to say the least, you didn’t expect there to be some kind of adoption mechanic like there was a relationship mechanic in the game to determine who was family and who was dating but you didn’t expect it to go as far as adoption

It was a pleasant surprise but in all honesty, you kind of wished that the game would have given you an option to reject it but oh well… You decided to internally blame the developers for not giving the player a say in this sort of thing…

So once the notifications were finished telling you about everything that had happened, you pressed a button to make your character get out of bed only for you to be rushed by the nurses who quickly laid you back down

They were surprised at your sudden awakening and urged you to stay in bed as you had just come out of a comatose state, you were in no state to be up and moving around until they gave you a clean bill of health

So your character was forced to stay in the bed and was shouted at by the nurses whenever you tried to get up, you almost turned the game back off until Kobato appeared and sat down next to your bed telling you how happy they all were that you were finally awake

Proceed to her asking your character all sorts of questions about how they were feeling after having been asleep for so long, you chose from the multiple options provided to you and honestly kinda felt like you were dealing with Mr. Resetti but a much calmer version of him who just wanted to make sure that you were okay

Once you were finally free from the medical area, you went wandering around only to find that the entire island wasn’t just different. It was barely recognizable, you felt like you were in some kind of military base instead of your cozy and fun little island

Honestly as well, you found yourself getting lost quite a few times… But no matter because as frustrating as it was, you were going to take the islands control back from him if the game would allow it

So when you finally reached where he was after lots and lots of wandering, you had your character enter through the double doors and found him talking to Drake about something only for both of them to go dead quiet when you saw them

You barely had any time to go over to Jonathan yourself as he suddenly rushed your character and hugged you tight saying that he was so happy that you were awake, he was even kissing your characters cheeks in a very detailed scene that looked straight out of an anime

Jonathan proceeded to have your character sit on his lap like a small child while he continued his conversation with Drake, you tried to initiate a conversation with him multiple times only to be told “Don’t interrupt”, “You can tell me when I’m done talking to Drake”, and “Sweetheart, Drake is talking…”

It was this every single time until you finally managed to get into a conversation with him only to find that there was no option for control of the island to be taken back from him which was annoying so you said out loud

“I don’t play for a few days and I lose control of the island permanently? That’s such shit…”

Only for Jonathan to respond directly to what you had said like he had heard you…

“I wouldn’t say it was few days, sweetheart… More like you were asleep for a few months… And besides why would you be in charge of Navarone? That’s a grown up’s job…”

Of course you absolutely froze upon hearing that as it was incredibly shocking to hear the character actually respond to what you had said… So once you had saved the game after getting away from Jonathan and turned it off

You checked the manual to see if the game used the microphone but there wasn’t a manual… You were thoroughly creeped out by this and you couldn’t find any information online about the game

Being very creeped out, you decided to put the game back down for a while and just play something else until while you were scrolling through the internet, you saw something that you just had to see for yourself as someone had made an absolutely great story island

So of course to go and see it, you would have to boot up your game again… It couldn’t be that bad, right? It was probably just coincidence and besides… It was probably worth it… Right…?

Debating for an while on whether or not to do it, you eventually came to the conclusion that “It’s just a game, it can’t do anything to me” so you booted it up and found that it was pretty late in game

You were in a room that looked like it was meant for a little kid to sleep in with a bit of medical equipment around you, there were a small amount of notifications to get through but you had your character hop off the bed and off you went

After changing them out of the cutesy blue pajama set with the ocean theming, you knew where the harbor was due to having left the island before Jonathan took it over but you had a feeling that this was going to be difficult with how Jonathan rearranged everything when it became Navarone

There were so many more villagers now too like a lot of those bland looking characters with the same white shirts and marine hats, they almost looked like they were patrolling too as they went about what they were doing

Regardless you kept wandering until you found the harbor which had be renamed to Dock 88 instead of the name that you had chosen for it. Luckily the NPC in charge of it was still there and you were able to input the code for that island you wanted to visit

It took a minute to register causing Mekao to notice you, he started to approach you only for the game to finally register the code as valid and the screen faded to black only for you to hear through the speakers as actual speaking and not the typical little sounds that were made when the islanders spoke

“Hey!! Come back!! That’s kidnapping, you bastards!!”

When the screen faded back in, you were in the typical loading screen for traveling to a new island as your character stood at the front of a boat with a smile on their face as the NPC stood behind them with their arms crossed

The little box at the bottom read your destination and you were excited if not a little weirded out by what had happened until your eyes widened when suddenly the fun little loading screen was interrupted when a cannonball landed in the water next to the boat

Suddenly the NPC’s boat was being raided by the islanders, the NPC’s were all being arrested and chaos came through your speakers as you watched as your character was grabbed and brought onto the ship that had pursued you

Drake was on board and he was shouting orders for the Marines to not let a single person get away but once he saw your character, he immediately switched up how he acted and started asking if you were alright

Saying that he knows how scary that must have been but its okay now and also that’s why you don’t talk to suspicious people

There was no chance for you to respond but soon the screen faded to black again and you were back at Navarone, you were barely two steps in before suddenly Jessica ran up to you looking absolutely panicked with her hair out of its usual bun style

Immediately she embraced you in a tight hug saying that she was so happy that you were okay and asking if those people had hurt you at all She looked to be on the absolute verge of tears like hearing that you had gotten “kidnapped” was some of the worst news that she could have ever been given

Like genuinely, I think you could tell her that her husband died and she would still take the news of you getting kidnapped worse

Soon enough, Jonathan arrived at the dock having hopped on a boat to give pursuit just like Drake had and he swiftly jumped off of it before it had even stopped moving and landed on the ground

He rushed up to you and made it so that the hug that Jessica was giving your character was likely even tighter, the man looked so relieved and he planted a big kiss on your characters cheek that for some reason… You felt like you could feel like you could feel the hairs of his mustache tickling your skin

“It’s okay, sweetheart… It’s okay now… You’re home… You’re safe…”

On the screen, you could seem all of the travel NPC’s being led off of a boat in handcuffs but they all looked really beaten up like someone had personally taken the time to completely brutalize all of them

It made you cringe with how bad their beatings looked, they looked like they would need a doctor with how they were going but Drake just shouted at them that they were going away for a long time and for his men to lock them all up

You knew that they didn’t deserve that so remembering that the game reacted to your voice, you tried to speak up…

“Hey, go easy on them! They don’t deserve that!”

“What are you talking about? Of course they do… They kidnapped you, sweetheart… In fact, they deserve much worse…”

“No, they don’t! I went with them willingly! They didn’t do anything wrong!”

“I think you may have hit your head at some point… You didn’t go with them… All the dock workers reported that you were kidnapped…”

“I’m telling you both! I wasn’t kidnapped! I put in a code to take me to another island that I wanted to see and they were taking me there!”

“Shhh… It’s okay… You don’t have to defend them… You’re here with us now… Back with Mom and Dad…”

“Could you quit acting like my parents and listen for fucks sake?!”

That last part, you said it out of frustration as they didn’t seem to be getting the hint that you were not kidnapped by the NPC’s but this seemed to deeply upset the two of them as they pulled back to look at you

The screen darkened ever so slightly and a chill went down your spine at this, you felt like you had messed something up deeply. You tried to press buttons after a minute of this but nothing happened so you tapped the screen and found your hand going through it

You felt like your wrist was grabbed and suddenly you were playing tug of war with whatever had you, you were fighting for your life as your heart raced in your chest but your fighting was no use as you wound up being pulled through the screen

Instead of landing on something hard, you found yourself landing in what felt like a hug which caused your heart to drop so you opened your eyes reluctantly

You were in the game being held by Jonathan and Jessica…

“We are your parents, sweetie… Let’s get you checked out at at infirmary…”

After that, you were taken away to the infirmary and looked over by Kobato who gave you a diagnosis of memory loss among a few other things that you didn’t really hear as when you were trying to shout that this wasn’t right

They ignored you like they couldn’t even hear you like there was barely even a glance in your direction from them

Jessica asked if there was any way that it could be helped but Kobato simply told them to remind you of how your life really is and to be patient

So after spending the night in Mama and Papa’s bed being cuddled in between them as they didn’t trust you to sleep in your bed anymore, you started trying to figure out how you could get out of this

When rifling through what was apparently your room and making a big mess to hopefully find something to send you home, you found yourself getting in trouble with Drake who scolded you for making such a big mess

You tried to basically enter hibernation in your bed of waking up and immediately going back to sleep but all that did was earn you a trip to the infirmary and Kobato telling you that doing that wasn’t healthy for you and you need to stop doing that

Part of you thought that you could potentially leave the game by getting out of Navarone so you attempted to stowaway on a ship that would be leaving soon only for Mekao to spot you and take you away from Dock 88 saying it was no place for someone like you

At some point you attempted to sneak into the jail to talk to the imprisoned NPC’s to see if they had a way for you to escape only to be unable to find them. When the Marines spotted you, they brought you right back to Jonathan who grounded you and told you that they had been sent off to be properly punished but you had a feeling that executed was the right word

And finally when you got so desperate to escape that you refused to eat anything even if it was your absolute most favorite food until they allowed you to escape, Jessica wasn’t having that at all as she started to force feed you all of your meals

With every passing day, it seemed like escape was getting further and further away from you as every single thing that you did was being stopped by someone

You tried to stay determined and hopeful that you could escape but it was starting to seem like there truly wasn’t one

No matter how hard you tried, you kept winding up in trouble with someone and no closer to freedom than where you had started so as much as being treated like you were a small child by the people who claimed to be your family

You started to give up…

What else could you do after all? It didn’t seem like there was a way out and besides all of these disapproving looks and punishments were starting to make you feel sad like you were sorry for upsetting them so much with how much you were trying to leave them

Guilt started to rise up inside of you and part of you wanted to make up for it so when Jonathan was heading out to fish, he stopped when he saw you standing in the doorway and he looked at you waiting for you to say something

“…Can I come with you… Dad?”

That was when Jonathan smiled and told you that you most certainly could as he took you by the hand and led you outside to watch him fish while sitting in his lap

Part of this felt very relaxing like one of the most comfortable experiences of your life, you even started to get a little sleepy as you leaned into him and started to drift off into a nap. You swore that you could even hear him start to hum to you

And once you were fast asleep against him, Jonathan gently pet your head with one hand knowing that you had completely accepted this as your reality now

You were his and Jessica’s child now, you were never from the real world and never had any family who wasn’t them You had always been from here from the day that you were born and you would stay here until the day that you died if that day ever came as no one seemed to age here

And he would ensure that you would believe you were always from here and that you simply forgot when you were kidnapped from them by those criminals

Not just him either… Jessica, Drake, Kobato, Mekao, All the Cooks, All the Marines, All the Dock Workers…

They were all family here and no one was going to let not just the newest recruit and Jonathan’s daughter escape

You were here forever and besides the save file was already locked away and the game was in the hands of someone new!

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