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Caught Red Handed

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: Y/N and Eddie are in a relationship but Y/N’s brother Dustin has no idea about it.

Warnings: light smut (fingering)

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“I’m heading out Dustin, I’ll be back later!” Y/N called her younger brother. 

“Where are you going?” Dustin asked, suddenly appearing from around the corner. 

“Just out with a few friends.” Y/N responded. 

“Who?” Dustin interrogated. 

“What are you? My father?” Y/N asked.

Dustin placed his hands on his hips, “Well someone has to be. You go out nearly every night without explanation. Robin says that you have a secret relationship that you’re not telling me about but I shut her down immediately. You tell me everything, of course you would tell me if you were in a relationship.”

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tim wright ; marble hornets icons (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

requested by anon

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Soothing Hands-Creepypasta One-shot [SMUT]

Pairing: Tim(Masky) X Proxy(GN)Reader

Summary: Reader has been suffering from back pain and Tim comes up with an idea to help.

WARNINGS: NSFW(fingering, oral, unprotected sex), some fluff, Praise kink, pet names, teasing, body worship? pleasure dom Tim? slightly sub reader?. I suck at warnings. ['g-spot' is unisex/GN], Language, MINORS DNI. Tim being an absolute sweetheart for his s/o. Big strong Tim makes brain go burr

Wordcount: 3000+

Notes: This is my first time actually posting smut :\ never had the guts to put it out there. Please let me know what you think. Muah :*

[This fic has not been proofread. Please ignore my grammar and punctuation mistakes English is not my first language]

tim/Masky simps come get yo juice

"I fucking hate this job". You grumble under your breath as you, not so effortlessly, drag the bloodied body of an unfortunate trespasser through the dark Slender forest, all while your back and neck scream in pain due to the strain on your muscles.

"I don't think this counts as a job if we don't get paid for it". Tim replies with a low chuckle at your side whilst effortlessly carrying a body over his shoulder. He makes it look so easy and it only contributes to your bad mood.

"Here should be fine", The masked proxy says and drops the body from his shoulder "Rake should be able to sniff them out". You follow along and set the bodies together.

"We should get going before he decides we are also on the menu," you tell the brunette while wiping the mud and blood from your gloved hands. Tim does the same and the both of you turn back and begin to make your way towards the mansion you had begun to call home.

"Ugh, I need a hot bath". You exclaim with a heavy sigh while rubbing the back of your sore neck, trying to ease some of the tension in your muscles.

Being a proxy for the Slenderman was a very demanding "occupation" if it could even be called that, so you were constantly left with aches and sores that seemed to never go away. For the past weeks, you’ve had a particularly constant back pain that had been making your life more miserable.

"Your back still giving you issues?". Tim asks and momentarily shifts his gaze towards your sulking form.

"It feels like it's never going away". You complain and kick a stick from your path. The crunching of leaves and twigs snapping beneath both of your boots fill the quiet cold night of the forest. The both of you walk in comfortable silence for a couple of minutes before Tim breaks it.

"If you'd like, I could come by your room later and rub your back for you". He suggests and turns to you.

You stop in your tracks and It takes you a couple of seconds to process his request. You study his body language, waiting for him to laugh or show any signs of it being some sort of dirty joke. But he was sincere and showed genuine concern. You blink a couple of times behind your own mask before finally replying.

"W-well it does sound nice, but aren't you busy later?". You ask rubbing the back of your neck, and this time not because of the pain.

"I can ask Brian to finish some of my tasks, he owes me a solid for covering for his ass last time he wanted to take the day. That way I can have more time with you". He replies with a shrug.

Your face heats up at his casual response and you thank the lord for your face covering. While Tim wasn’t the big affectionate type, he would show his love for you in acts of service. He also wasn’t the most available person timewise, so his offering to make time for you stirred something in you.

"Then I'll be waiting for you". You happily reply.

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It had been a couple of hours since you returned to the mansion. You finished one last task before you headed to your room to take a very much-needed bath and rest up. Tim on the other hand, still had other things to do, so he had been out for the past 3 hours or so.

But as promised, before the night ended, the proxy made his way to your assigned room. Tim knocked on your door in a familiar pattern, letting you know it was him before he slowly opened your door and entered.

You were lounging on your small beanbag in the corner of your room sketching away in your notebook, having only your desk lamp on for illumination. Some rock music turned to a low-volume played on your phone. You turn at the sound of your lover entering your room.

Tim greets you with a soft 'hey' as he takes off his sand-colored jacket and hangs it. He then takes off his mask and places it on your nightstand.

"Hi". you greet him with a smile once he turns his unmasked face in your direction, his handsome rough features barely lit by the light of your lamp. "Brian cover for you?".

"He was bitchin' about it, but yea". He replies while kicking off his boots and placing them by your door. The both of you would often spend the night in each other’s room, so you kept spare clothes around for sleeping. Tim made his way to your dresser and grabbed some clean clothes. "I got this from the infirmary, Doc Smiles said it's good for muscle pain relief," Tim says. He takes out a small bottle from his pocket and tosses it to you. You catch it and inspect it closely. The words "sore muscle" and "relief" are like music to your ears.

"This better work because I'm ready to rip my spine out". You tell him with a hopeful sigh.

"Alright then c'mon", Tim, now in fresh clothes, offers out his hand for you to stand. You put your sketchpad down and take his hand. After your bath, you had changed into one of Tim's shirts that fit pretty loosely on your form, and a pair of comfy sleeping shorts. Tim guides you to your bed and lets go of your hand once you're at the edge.

"Lay down and get comfortable". He says with a soft adoring smile that filled your tummy with butterflies and lightly guides you with a hand on your hip. Gentle Tim is something that never fails to get you flustered.

You comply and lay face down and rest your crossed arms and chin on your pillow. You feel the left side of your bed slightly dip under Tim's weight as he sits on the side. You hear the 'pop' of the lotion bottle and feel him shift. Tim's hands are gentle as he places them on your back to lift your shirt just above your shoulders.

"Where does it hurt most?". He asks while slowly gliding his cold hands on your exposed back, making you shiver at the contact. This earns you a soft chuckle from the brunette.

"T-there". You say with a slight grunt as he touches the sorest part of your lower back. Tim hums in acknowledgment and removes his hands from your back to reach for the lotion. He squeezes some onto his hands and rubs them together before placing them back on your back. You’re immediately hit by a soothing cool sensation and you let out a sigh of relief. He begins to slowly rub your back and you can't help but let out another sigh.

"Feels good?". Tim asks with a smirk on his face. The slight menthol scent reaches your nostrils and relaxes you even more.

"Feels like heaven". You manage to mumble out, your voice slightly muffled by the pillow. Tim chuckles once more at your reaction.

He continues to work the lotion all throughout your back, massaging the knots out of your muscles.

"You should consider ditching the whole killing thing and become one of those massage therapists". You say and look back at him over your shoulder.

"If I did, then whos going to do my job?". He asks with a smug smile adorning his features as he continues his motions.

"You said this wasn’t a job if we don't get pa-aaaid ah!" Your sentence is cut off by a moan of pleasure when Tim applies comfortable pressure to your most affected area. You shut your eyes and your face burns when you hear Tim's deep chuckle as he continues to manipulate the muscles. You fail to conceal another slightly louder moan as he goes over the sore spot. The sounds you make combined with your face contorted in pleasure send heat to certain parts of Tim's body and seem to please him even more than you.

His hands begin to drift lower on your body and it sends blood rushing to your sensitive parts. You feel the bed shift and the heat of Tim’s breath hit your exposed upper back.

"You really have been in pain haven't you?". He asks, his voice low and deeper. There's a hint of concern and guilt in his tone. But you can't help but focus on his warm breath against your skin.

Tim brings his lips down and tenderly kisses your skin. The stubble on his chin softly scratches at your skin and sends sparks throughout your body. All your can manage is a weak “mhm” while he rubs lower down your back.

Tim places another gentle kiss further down your back while slowly moving his hands just above the waistband of your shorts.

"I should've asked for a massage sooner ahh~" you tell him between breaths. Tim's lips move lower and so do his hands.

"You shouldn’t have to ask. I'm the one that should’ve offered sooner. It's clearly been affecting you". He speaks lowly, his apologetic undertone pulls at your heartstrings. But the thought of how much he cares for you drives you crazier. Tim's hand motions momentarily stop and he shifts up, closer to your head.

"Let me make it up to you", He breathes into your ear and moves his large hands lower, gently caressing your ass through your shorts. "How's that sound, doll?".

You can't help but let a whimper escape your lips as he massages you a bit firmer. Your skin heats up and you can feel yourself become more turned on.

"Can I take care of you? Replace the pain with pleasure? You want that, baby?". He asks. His voice is husky and he's breathing a bit heavier. Almost pleading for an answer. Hoping that you’d let him alleviate your stress. That you’d let him be the one to help you.

Your heart races and unable to formulate words, you whimper out a soft 'yes'. Tim breathes out a soft relieved sigh and moves to kiss the back of your neck a couple of times. His hands continue to kneed your bottom but become a bit firmer with each kiss.

"I'll take good care of you, beautiful".

You let out a surprised gasp when he teasingly nips at your flesh with his teeth, but it turns into a moan when his hands palm at your heat through your clothing.

You bury your face into your pillow and hug it harder when his hand slides beneath your shorts. You can hear his breath hitch when his hand doesn’t come into contact with more fabric.

"No underwear huh?", He lowly chuckles as his fingers brush between your thighs and the exposed flesh around your entrance. "You really wanted this didn’t you?".

Your cheeks flush redder, if even possible. You'd be lying if you said the idea of having your back rubbed by Tim would end up in sex never crossed your mind. Besides, it wouldn’t have hurt to remove extra clothing just in case.

Tim removes his hand from beneath your clothing, but before you can whine out in protest, he takes a hold of the waistband and tugs down your shorts, the cold air hitting you in a flash. Tim couldn’t help but internally chuckle and admire the goosebumps along your newly exposed flesh.

"Cold?", He asks. "Don't worry baby, I'll warm you up real soon". He soothes and palms the tender flesh of your ass, warming you up and getting rid of the goosebumps as promised. Tim then brings his fingers up to his mouth, coating them with saliva, before bringing them near your entrance.

You inhale a sharp breath as he slowly slides one thick finger into your entrance and slowly begins to pump in and out, before adding a second digit. Your walls clench around his fingers, pulling a groan from the brunette, while they continue to slowly work in and out of your sex.

"You feel pretty warm to me. You sure you cold?". He teases. You can only respond with low muffled moans as his slick fingers spread you open.

His pace quickens and you cry out his name when his fingers hit that spot inside you that makes you fall apart. Your hips jerk back onto his hand and move against his fingers, following his pace. You moan out in pleasure as you chase your climax. You can feel the spring coil within your core and your walls trembling.

"That's it, baby, let go". Tim coaxes you while trying to hold back his own moans. "F-f-f-uck, you're doing so good".

His praise is the final straw before you feel the spring snap, and come undone around his fingers. Your muscles tense and your strangled moans are swallowed by your pillow as the waves of pleasure overtake you.

"There you go", He says while keeping a steady pace, letting you ride your climax. "Relax, beautiful".

Once you slowly came down from your high, Tim's fingers slide out of you. You cant help the small whimper you let out due to the sudden loss.

"Shh it's okay, baby, I got you". He soothes and carcasses your soft flesh.

You feel the bed shift and his body move away from your side. But before you can question him, a moan rips from your throat when you feel his tongue on your heat.

Using his hands to spread apart your legs, Tim laps at your entrance and hums against your sensitive flesh as he saviors your orgasm on his tongue, sending waves of pleasure to your core.

"Ready for more already?". He teases against your flesh. His tongue moves in slow flicking motions against your sex.

"P-please..." You breathe out through clenched teeth as you feel the pleasure between your legs.

"Please? Please what? Tell me what you need, beautiful". He says before delivering a deliciously long slow stroke.

"Tim ahh~!" You cry out his name and arch your back, bringing your heat closer to him.

"Alright, baby, I'll take care of it" He murmured. His body shifts once more and this time you look over your shoulder as Tim starts to remove his shirt revealing his softly sculpted torso. You admire the hair on your lover's strong chest for a few seconds before your eyes move lower and land on the large tent in his sleeping bottoms. You can barely make out the small damp precum spot by the tip of his erection. His eyes immediately shift to yours at the sound of your whimpering and catch your line of sight

"This what you want, baby?" he moves his hand to palm himself through the fabric of his clothes "You want my cock inside you?" He asks.

"Please, Tim", You cry "I need you". You push your ass up towards him. Begging for him to come closer and give you what you need.

"How can I deny my baby anything when they look so beautiful and so ready for me?", His words go straight to your core and pull a soft moan from your throat.

After what feels like painfully endless teasing, Tim finally moves closer to you. His hands tug down at his bottoms, freeing his cock from its confines, and kicks off the piece of clothing. You make a mental note to burn those darn sleeping pants later.

"I'm keeping my word and taking the best care of you" Tim groans and gives his length a few pumps. "So now, let's fix that pretty back of yours".

You turn your head back to grip your pillow as you feel Tim's strong arms take a hold of your hips, pushing your ass up and pulling your body closer to him with ease. You both let out a moan as his cock rubs against your entrance. Thanks to your previous release and Tim's saliva, you're nice and lubed up for his next move.

"You're so ready for me". He says and guides his cock closer to your sex. With one last stroke, he slowly sinks down into your opening. You let out another synced moan as his cock is swallowed by the warmth of your walls.

After a few seconds of adjusting, Tim pushes your back down with one hand, pressing your chest further against the mattress, and pulls your bottom half even closer up to him with the other, making you rest your weight on your knees rather than your thighs. You feel the muscles in your back deliciously stretch at his action and let out a loud moan. You can only pray that all the household members are still out doing their tasks.

"That feels good, baby?" He asks and gives one quick thrust, fully sinking his whole length into you.

"YES! ahh~ yes!". You cry at the sharp weave of pleasure and frantically shake your head at his question.

The sight of your pleasured distress makes Tim's cock throb deep inside you. His chest fills knowing that he's the one ridding you of pain and discomfort, the one making you feel good.

"Please, baby". you basically beg, breaking him out of his trance.

Not wanting to deny you pleasure, Tim rocks his hips against you and begins a slow but rhythmic pace as his cock deliciously stretches your walls. The room is filled with the erotic sound of skin slapping along with your combined cries of pleasure.

"Just ah~ look at you. So beautiful". Tim grunts between thrusts. You cry out louder when his cock slightly rubs against your core. Knowing just what you need, Tim picks up the pace and thrusts deeper into you. The familiar spring inside your core begins to coil once again. "I'll give you what you need, baby".

Tim's arm reaches for your pillow and slightly lifts up your bottom half by the waist, just enough to allow the pillow space to rest between the bed and your pelvis. Your cheek presses directly on the mattress and your back arches, even more, pushing your ass closer to him.

This new angle allows for the tip of his cock to hit your g-spot directly. He then places one hand on each side of your head, successfully caging your body beneath his broad frame and allowing him to anchor his powerful thrusts.

The pleasure becomes almost unbearable as Tim pounds into your sex at a brutal pace. You claw at your bedsheets and you cry out in pleasure, mostly consisting of Tim's name and incoherent words. Your walls flutter around Tim's cock and the coil threatens to snap.

"Go ahead, baby", Tim presses his head against your upper back and nuzzles into you, his sideburns and stubble scratch at your flesh. "Cum on my cock"

With a final few deep thrusts from his cock, you reach your peak with one last cry. Tim continues to plunge into your hole as you ride your second orgasm of the night. Your vision blurs and your body is encased in ecstasy that sends shivers all through you. You can feel his length twitch inside you and his pace becomes slightly reckless.

Tim's orgasm is not far behind. Your walls convulsing around his cock pull him further in, and with one final thrust, he becomes undone inside you. You feel his body tense above you and he buries his head in your neck. Moaning out your name along with a couple of praises and kisses as he fills your insides with his release.

Tim holds that position for a few minutes and once the both of you have regulated your breathing, he slowly pulls out of you and a soft moan escapes the both of you at the loss of connection. Tim gives a few kisses to your back, checking up on you before raising from the bed and fetching a damp rag to clean you up, littering feather-light kisses along your sensitive flesh. He then cleans himself up and puts on a different pair of sleeping pants.

Once you regain the strength to finally move, you pull Tim's shirt back down your body, and turn to face your partner. A love drunken smile is plastered along his handsome features as he takes in your relaxed form.

"You look so beautiful" You whisper with a lazy smile of your own and reach out towards him with grabby hands. He immediately complies and lays beside you, pulling you into his strong arms.

"Look whos talking", He groans into your hair and caresses your skin, "You're the one that looks like they can give an angel a run for their money".

You cuddle into each other and you lay your head against his chest, listening to the still softly playing music combined with his steadying heartbeat, before a small giggle escapes your lips.

"What is it?". Tim asks you with a chuckle that rumbles from his chest.

"My back doesn’t hurt anymore". You perk up with a giggle.

The both of you pause for a few silent seconds, before bursting into a fit of laughter.

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BONUS:

"No fair". A very grumpy Brian grumbles under his breath.

After complying and paying back his owed favor, the yellow hooded man tiredly sulks up the last few steps and onto the floor he shares with the rest of the proxies and heads towards his assigned room in the Slender mansion.

A series of muffled cries and groans make him stop in his tracks when he passes your room. Immediately knowing what that indicated, the proxy lets out a stream of curses.

"You fucking white-masked bastard!!" He growled before stomping off to his room.

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I may or may not have gone crazy on this one. The word count is crazy for such filthy writing.

Let me know if you have any ideas, suggestions, or requests.

Love- Deja 👻

I headcanon them as siblings. I don’t know, I see them in this dynamic. There will be a lot of them as siblings posts arriving.

if Dot Warner was Mirabel Madrigal, what would she look like?

I imagine it’d be Dot wearing mira’s dress and her glasses.

I know you didn’t ask for these, but here’s some song ideas + the Warners;

Waiting on a Miracle is a song I think really fits Dot, since her brothers have always been more loved and cared for in the fandom. She just wants to be cared about.

Surface Pressure definitely fits Yakko. I’ve seen several people agree with me on this one!

What Else Can I Do? Is definitely a Dot&Wakko duet. Dot is tired of being perfect, and Wakko just wants her to be happy.

And for fansongs;

Camilo’s Interlude would be another Wakko&Dot duet. This time, the tables are turned. Wakko is conflicted with his own self, and Dot just wants him to be happy.

Turn It Down is another song I’d give to Dot. I have a headcanon that she has really sensitive hearing, so this really fits!

I want to animate all of these! It’d be really fun, but it would take a long time. I’m up for the challenge though! I’d probably start with Camilo’s Interlude, then What Else Can I Do, then Waiting on a Miracle. The others are maybes.

Equius sadposting oooaoaooaoaoaooa

I like to think about the emoitional turmoil equius went through before seek the highb100d, he was absolutely overloaded with stress. His gf exploded, making him think she died, and she had an option to say goodbye, but didnt. Then, his pitch crush(es) started murdering people, and he was the only one strong enough to stop them. But he couldnt. He didnt wanna hurt his friends, cuz hes a kid. Dealing with shit he shouldnt be dealing with. Oh and on top of all of that he was already scared jack wouldve found him and killed him? This is semi out of spite of people blaming equius, a kid, for nepetas death and also me wanting to make a comic for the first time, about something i think about a lot.

👊🏻Equius👊🏻

boy why so angry boy

rbs > likes

requests are open sooo,

Edd, Matt, Tom, and Tord realizing they all have the same obsession crush?

Maybe a small scenario at the end where you choose each one? and maybe all of them? I mostly want headcannons of the first part of I wouldnt complain if you made this part to

I would like to apologize in advance for the monster I've unleashed. This is so close to being 2,000 words in my google docs skjdvbdsbfsdj. Thank you for the request <3 <3 <3

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- This would be such a mess. After they all realize that they have the same crush on someone, it’d turn into a competition. They’d all do wherever they could to get their crush to like them back. At first, they’d all work alone.

- Edd would do whatever he could to get into the person’s good graces. He’d do things like draw them, do art pieces of their favorite characters or things he knows they're into. Be as sweet to them as possible and constantly give them things whenever they run into each other. If he has their number, he constantly sends them little doodles or puns.

- Tom tries his best to be sweet. He has lists upon lists of jokes written in his notes app on his phone to tell the person. Making them laugh works best to get them to want to be around him more and if he gets their number, he’ll record songs with Susan for them. Some are things he created himself and some are songs he knows are their favorite. When they hang out, he buys them their favorite drink and snack and just listens as they talk about their day.

- Matt will spend every second he can complimenting them whenever he runs into them. It sounds odd but it works since he sounds so genuine when he tells them that their outfit is so nice and where did they get that jacket? He thinks that if they know how much he knows they’re beautiful and amazing to him, that they’ll like him more than the others.

- Tord is. He has a plan. Does anyone know what this plan is? Absolutely not. One second he’s riling them up with flirty tones and casual touches, and the next he’s got them rambling to him about a topic he knows they’re really into. He’s very quick to get into their good graces. He’ll casually build them things. Or fix stuff they’re having problems with. They mention their phone is glitchy/slower than usual? He’s plucking it out of their hands and quickly fixing it right afterward. Gives them lots of cool stuff.

- If any of this is enough for their crush to pick them, then:

Edd:

Edd has never been more delighted and happy in his entire life. Perhaps he was being a little dramatic, but how could he have not? You chose him! Out of his friends, you decided you loved him the most and now he could spend every second he could with you in his arms.

“I like you too,” he said, with a large grin on his face. “Can I…. May I kiss you?”

Your face flushed and he wanted to burn that image into his mind forever. Your head barely gave the tiniest nod before he was pulling you close to his chest and kissing you.

His phone was blowing up in his pocket, constantly vibrating from the messages that were no doubt from his friends. However, Edd would deal with it later. Right now, he wanted to savor this moment. He never wanted to let you go.

Tom:

Tom is almost in a state of shock. Him? You really chose him? Wow.

His chest felt fuzzy and his face was warm. Without even giving you an answer, he leaned forward to cup your face and kiss you. You didn’t hesitate for a moment to kiss back.

Immediately his phone started going off like crazy in his pocket.

“Got somewhere to be?” You ask as you pull away from him.

Tom silently curses his friends for interrupting his moment like this. “No. It’s probably just my friends starting another dumb argument in the group chat.”

But just in case it’s something he’s actually needed for, he pulls out his phone to check the chat.

Tord: oh my god you did it. You fucking asshole I am going to shatter every bottle of alcohol you have in the house

Edd: Don’t listen to Tord. Matt and I are sitting on him and he can’t do shit. However. we are all going to fist fight you >:(

Matt: aw they’re kissing you???? I wish it was me :((

Tord: thomas once I get free of this prison I will cross the street and prove that they want to kiss ME

Matt: y’all I think we are.

causing a scene

People are staring at us

Edd and Tord are typing…….

Ugh Tom really should have just muted his phone before he met you at the cafe. He closes the chat and mutes his phone before shoving it back into his pocket.

“Sorry about that. It was nothing.”

You chuckle and hesitantly, you wrap your arms around his waist.

“Can we continue?”

Matt:

Honestly there was never a moment that Matt doubted that you wouldn’t pick him. Mostly. He was a little afraid that Tord would pull you in with his charm and flirts but! Nope! Matt has proved that he was better than his friends. Not only had you confessed that you liked him, but you were also holding his hand!!!

He actually really wanted to kiss you but he didn’t want to push his luck. Your hands were warm and they fit so nicely in his. Maybe he could kiss you on the first date? Yes, that would be great! He’d bring you flowers and chocolates and you’d say “Oh thank you Matt” and you cup his face to-

Oh.

Oh you were actually cupping his face right now with your other hand.

“You're so cute when you get lost in your thoughts,” you say.

You close the gap between the two of you to press a short, sweet kiss to his lips and pull away.

“Can we do that again?” he blurts out.

You laugh and let go of his hand to cup his face again, but with both hands, and just as he once saw from a glimpse of one of Tord’s magazines, he wraps his arms around you to pull you close.

Tord:

“Oh? You really like me, huh?” Tord slides his hands down to your hips and squeezes. He pulls you close, basking in every expression you make. The way your cheeks flush, the way you switch between embarrassment and interest. “Care to prove it?”

Despite him being the one to say that, he leans forward to kiss you. He holds you tight against him and only lets go once you start to push against his chest. A thin line of saliva hangs between the two of you and Tord almost loses it.

He wants to take you home so bad. He wants to press kiss after kiss against your heated skin and really show you how much he loves you. How good of a choice it is that you picked him.

But rushing things might send a bad message. Might tell you that he only wants to get into your pants and not cherish and love you like he actually wants you to know he will do. So he waits a minute for you to catch your breath before he pulls you into another kiss.

“I’d be delighted to go on a date with you,” he murmurs.

From a distance, he can hear a faint “FUCKING COMMIE BASTARD” and he throws his head back to laugh. Tom means nothing of it, he’s very sure of that. Just like how there will be no hard feelings with Edd or Matt either, who all have a good view from inside the restaurant across the street.

But just to rile Tom up, even more, he pulls you into a tight hug. He smirks in the direction of the tinted restaurant window and leans down to press a kiss against your neck.

More faint swearing and to his joy, he sees his friends being shooed out of the restaurant.

“How about we go back inside the cafe and enjoy a pastry? My treat.”

His arm is around your waist and you’re being pulled into the cafe without getting a single glimpse of his friends.

- If none of their advances are working, then they start to work together. It starts small, with Edd helping Tord rile them up. He gives them “joke” art of them blushing with Tord’s flirts floating in a speech bubble.

- Tom and Matt work together to get them to relax and tell them about their day. Encourages them to ramble on about the stories they’ve built up from having no one to really talk to. Matt compliments them and Tom runs one of his hands through their hair to ask what hair products they use.

- Matt is the worst with Tord. And by that, I mean he works so well with Tord in getting them flustered. They’re a bright red and sometimes a stuttering mess, but both Matt and Tord tease them and compliment them. They both casually hold their hand as they cross the street. Take turns to cup their faces to tell them how pretty their eyes are. Matt and Tord reduce them to goo.

- Edd and Tom have so many jokes to tell. Hearing their crush laugh just makes the two of them feel so warm. It’s so easy to fall into a routine of buttering them up with drinks and food and quiet, relaxing days at the park.

- Tom and Tord don’t actually hate each other. Their friendship is more of a rival thing, where they like to rile each other up and banter with each other. Sure sometimes they take things too far, but they work well together when they want to. If even only one of them has their crush’s number both of them will record songs together to send to them. Tord surprisingly knows how to play a little of Tom’s bass guitar and with enough practice, he’ll take turns with Tom on who plays and who sings. Both of them are really good singers and have covered so many of their crushes' favorite songs to send to them.

- If you choose all of them, you'll never have a waking moment alone.

All of them:

“I don’t really know a good way to say this but, um.” You take a deep breath and fidgeting with the hem of your jacket, you stare at the wall above the guys’ heads. “I really like all of you. That’s what I uh, that’s what I brought you out here to say.”

Your throat is dry and you swear you’ve never felt so nervous in your life. You can’t even bring yourself to see their expressions.

“Is that all?” Tord asks.

You flinch. “I’m sorry, I’ll just lea-”

Multiple hands are pulling you onto the bench with them, each of them having a panicked expression. You're sandwiched between Edd and Tom. They both hold your arms and Tord and Matt are standing in front of the three of you.

“We really like you too!”

Right after Matt exclaims that to you, Tord is leaning down with a determined expression. He wraps his arms around your shoulders and kisses you. After a long moment, he’s pushed away by Tom and you’re barely given a second to breathe before Tom is kissing you.

And just like that, they’re all assuring you that they like you too. That they can’t wait to spend more time with you and they take turns kissing you and holding onto a part of your body.

By the time you’re frantically pushing all of them away to catch your breath for longer than a moment, your face is a bright pink and there’s at least one hickey on your neck. There’s honesty probably more but you won’t be able to confirm until you look into a mirror.

This went so much better than you imagined and soon, you were being walked to their house for a promised movie night.

🗒 ❛ oc drawin for today - sol ! ༉‧₊˚✧