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hs-is-loml · 2 years

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Making you Blush. (c.f)

Pairing: Conrad Fisher x Fem!Reader, Conklin!Reader (Steven’s twin)

Summary: Another summer at Cousins isn't what you expected it to turn out to be. Now you’re debutante shopping and going to tea parties. Not to mention being official with the one and only, Conrad Fisher. (Part Four)

Warnings: this entire thing is like a boost of serotonin.

a/n: i had so much fun writing this!! thank you for taking “i’ve never stopped” to a thousand<3 and loving this series i have going on as much as i do:)

masterlist - Isn’t the same without you (part one), For you, Always (part two), & Flashbacks of You (part three)

You woke up with the sun in your eyes and to your side was Conrad Fisher. You didn’t know how long you two stayed on the beach, but it was now morning and surely everyone would be waking up soon. You sat up slightly leaning back on your elbows taking in the view in front of you as you hear soft waves crashing. It was beautiful and something you would always enjoy seeing.

Conrad was still asleep curled towards you. He was definitely a sight to see. His messy hair and parted lips. You couldn’t believe what happened the night before. Quite frankly you’re still trying to convince yourself it was real. It was the night you and Conrad finally admitted long-awaited feelings to each other. It felt surreal.

“Con, wake up,” you said shaking his shoulder softly.

“Hmm?”

“Conrad, come on, everyone will be awake soon. Let’s head back,” you say gathering your things together.

“I don’t know, how about a muffin run?” he grinned pulling you down onto his lap. His arms wrapped around your waist and he buried his face into your neck.

“I’m up for that,” you said as you brought your hand up to play with his hair.

“Maybe a kiss first,” he whispered as he brought his head back up to meet your eyes.

“Con, we need to hurry up,” you blushed, looking towards the water.

“Just a quick one,” he said grabbing your chin and gently placing his lips on yours.

“Okay, let’s go,” you said as you pulled back.

“Maybe another one for good luck, you know?” he smirked.

As you and Conrad walked into the bakery hand in hand, it felt so natural being together.

“You two make a beautiful couple!” the older lady at the register spoke to us while he picked what we wanted.

“Thank you,” you thanked her as you felt heat rise to your cheeks.

“I’ve thought you two would get together at some point,” she spoke as she handed you the box of muffins.

“I think we all knew it would happen,” Conrad said squeezing your hand as he looks down at you smiling.

“How much will it be?” you asked the lady.

“Oh, Sweetie, it’s on the house. I’m very happy for you two!” she told you as she admired the way Conrad looked at you.

“Thank you so much!” you smiled as you and Conrad made your way to the door.

“That was nice of her,” Conrad commented as you got into his car.

“Yeah, it was.”

“What do you want to tell our family?” Conrad asked glancing at you before returning his eyes back to the road.

“I don’t know. I haven’t really thought about that.”

“We’ll do whatever you’re most comfortable with.”

“You think they’ll figure it out for themselves if we don’t hide anything but don’t tell them directly?” you wondered out loud.

“That’s a good idea cause I think they will.”

“Conrad, what are we exactly?”

“I’m yours and I hope you're mine too,” he smirked as he pulled into the driveway.

“I’ve always been yours,” you spoke quietly feeling quite flustered.

“Are you blushing?” he teased once he saw the look on your face.

“No,” you mumbled.

“I think I made you blush,” he said quite proudly.

“Conrad, be honest to yourself. You always do.”

“Maybe it’s because I just love you too much,” he grinned as he grabbed your waist.

“I love you too,” you replied as you both walked into the house.

Everyone was already in the kitchen. Belly sat on the counter eating a bowl of cereal, Jeremiah was multi-tasking as he was cooking something on the stove and preparing things into a blender, Steven hovered over Jeremiah closely trying to see what he was doing as he complained about having to sit for Susannah’s portraits, Laurel was on the coach telling Steven that he’ll appreciate it when he’s older, and the only one missing from the bunch was Susannah who was probably getting ready for someone’s portrait.

Conrad let go of you as he went to the fridge grabbing two bottles of water. You placed down the box of muffins next to Belly and opened it to show her. She excitedly grabbed one as you sat on the seat next to her. Conrad walked back to you standing behind your seat as he slid the bottle in front of you.

“Thank you,” you told him, grabbing Steven and Jeremiah's attention as they looked at the box of muffins.

“Score!” Jeremiah exclaimed snatching one from the box.

“You guys, only coming back now?” Steven asked as he also leaned over to grab a muffin.

“No, just a quick muffin run before you guys woke up, but we got caught up speaking to the lady who runs the bakery,” you told Steven hoping he bought it, not wanting to rat you and Conrad out so quickly. Though it wasn’t a complete lie, it just wasn’t the whole truth.

“Conrad, you want my hangover smoothie?” Jeremiah asked while he poured out three cups.

“Sure,” Conrad said walking over to grab one before sitting down in the seat next to you.

“All right, seriously, Steven, get out,” Jeremiah blurted when Steven tried to look over his shoulder at the steaming pot.

“Oh, come on,” Steven whined.

“This is a delicate science, and your heavy breathing will break the yolk,” Jere explained.

“Yeah, Steven, you’re gonna break the yolk,” you joked as Belly laughed beside you.

“Oh, fuck off,” Steven scoffed.

“Wait, aren’t you two working today?” you asked Steven and Jeremiah.

“Yeah, and if Jeremiah doesn’t hurry his ass up, I’m going to be late for my first day,” Steven said slightly glaring at Jere for taking so long.

“We won’t be chill,” Jere responded as he rushed to clean up.

“Those old country club boomers are gonna tip me so hard, man, they won't know what hit 'em,” Steven declared excitedly.

“Steven, I swear,” your guy's mom started.

“No, mom. My twin gotta get that bread to remove that stick up his ass,” you snickered.

“Yeah, laugh it out now,” Steven sneered smacking the back of your head.

“Oh, you did not.”

“I just did.”

You jumped out of your seat as Steven tried running away from you. You were two quick and yanked the back of his shirt making him halt as you pulled him down to a headlock. Belly and Jere cheered you on while Conrad was smiling proudly at you.

“Mom, you see what your debutante daughter is doing to me right now?” Steven choked out.

“See what?” Laurel trailed off glancing at you keeping your brother in a headlock before turning her head away.

“Unbelieve,” Steven said exasperated.

“Ok ok, Y/n, you gotta let go of him so we can go,” Jeremiah told you as you loosened your hold against Steven allowing him to slip out of your arms and walk out the door.

“Oh, my God! Belly is gonna be a debutante,” Susannah said as she walked into the kitchen excitedly.

“I’m glad we’re doing this together,” you told Belly as you brought her in for a hug.

“It's really not that big of a deal…” Belly said embarrassed.

Okay, this is gonna be so much fun! Just you wait. There is, uh there’s the tea, the auction, the ball, and of course the rehearsal,” Susannah listed out.

“Don’t forget the luncheon too,’ you added.

“You girls! We need to go shopping,” Susannah told you and Belly.

“This sounds… expensive,” Laurel butts in.

“Oh, don’t worry, Laur. it’s on me! It was my idea for them to do it after all, and we still need to style you for your book party!” Susannah rushed out in excitement.

“We’re going today?” Belly asked.

“Definitely! The tea is at 3 so we have time!” Susannah answered.

“Can you give me 20-30 mins so I can eat and get ready, please?” you asked Susannah wanting to look decent before going into all these dress shops.

“Yeah, of course, darling,” she said as she walked out of the kitchen.

“Belly, are you sure you want to do this?” Laurel asked her.

“Mom, Belly wouldn’t say she would if she didn’t want to,” you defended Belly.

“I know, but it just doesn’t seem like her,” Laurel added on.

“Mom, it’s fine. I want to do this with Y/N,” Belly told her.

“You think I can come shopping?” Conrad asked from beside you.

“I think you just want a peek of the dress I choose…” you teased as you turned towards him.

“Maybe… but we should match for it so the best thing is for me to see you try them on,” he said as he pulled your chair closer to him.

“What do you mean match for it?” Belly questioned.

“I asked Conrad if he could be my escort to the ball,” you replied.

“That’s sweet of you, Connie. I thought you didn’t like the idea of this whole debutante thing” Laurel commented.

“But it’s not like I could ever say no to her,” Conrad spoke out.

“Now, that is very true,” Belly laughed.

“Oh, shut it,” you muttered.

“I’m so happy for you girls!” Susannah said as we searched for dresses around the store.

“Beck, I think they know,” Laurel joked.

“Yea, mom, it’s all you’ve talked about since this morning,” Conrad added.

“Here you go,” a worker of the store came up to you and handed you a dress before walking away.

“Excuse me! I think you have the wrong person,” you called after them.

“Oh, sweetie, I had this dress in mind for you so I called in to make sure they had it!” Susannah said looking through one of the dress racks.

“Thank you, Susannah,” you smiled in appreciation.

“Of course! Ok, now go try it on,” Susannah responded pushing you into one of the dressing rooms with Conrad following your direction.

“Con, can you zip the back for me, please,” you asked through the curtain knowing he was standing outside of it.

“Yeah,” he replied coming into the dressing room and looking at you through the mirror.

“I couldn’t reach it,” you said as Conrad placed one of his hands on your waist and the other traveled to the zipper of the dress.

“You’re beautiful,” he said while he pulled the zipper up and rested his hands back on your waist.

“Con, stop it,” you blushed.

“No, seriously you look absolutely stunning,” he said as he continued to stare at you through the mirror. He moved your hair to one side placing gentle kisses from your shoulder to your neck.

You bit down on your lip to suppress a moan. You turned your head to meet his gaze and pushed your lips against his. He turned your body to face him as he gripped your waist as the kiss deepened.

“Come on, you’ve been in here to long,” you said as you pulled away pushing him out of the dressing room laughing.

“No fair.”

“Can you call them over for me, please?” you said sweetly smiling at him.

“Yeah, I’ll go get them,” he replied looking around for them beckoning them over to the area you were in.

You went to go stand on a platform with a mirror in front of you. As you fixed the front of the dress smoothing it out you heard a gasp from behind you.

“Oh, darling it’s beautiful on you,” Susannah gushed.

“It looks really good,” Belly complimented.

“Surprisingly it’s very you,” Laurel added.

“I told you, that you’re stunning,” Conrad finished off.

“It’s pretty isn’t it?” you asked around.

“I think it’s the one for you,” Susannah said.

“I think so too,” Laurel said.

“I don’t think anything will compare,” you replied.

“Definitely, that dress was made for you,” Belly said walking up to you and fixing your shoulder strap.

“Honey, can you try this on for me?” Susannah asked handing you a fascinator.

“Seriously, Beck?” Laurel told her friend.

“Seriously,” Susannah replied.

“Just text me when it’s done so I can pick you guys up,” Conrad told you as he pulled to the front of the club.

“Okay,” you smiled.

“Belly, good luck,” Conrad said turning to face her in the back seat.

“Thanks, Con,” Belly replied getting out of the car.

“Have fun, okay?” Conrad told you before you opened the door.

“It’ll be interesting for sure,” you giggled kissing his cheek before turning back to the door.

“What was all of that about?” Belly asked as you guys walked together.

“What?” you acted obliviously.

“You know what!” Belly teased.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Hey, look it’s Jere!” you blurted out, calling out his name again to get his attention.

“Oh, my god. Uh, Belly, Y/N. Wow. I didn’t even recognize you, Bells,” Jeremiah said walking over to you both.

“Tell me the truth. Um, do I look like a fool with this thing on?” Belly asked him.

“Bells, you look fine,” you replied even though you knew she was asking Jeremiah.

“Uh, no, y-you look good. Very good. You both do. Umm, let me walk you guys,” he responded offering each arm to one of you.

“Well, thank you, kind sir,” you joked faking a little curtsy.

“You are quite welcome, fair maiden,” he laughed along with Belly snickering at your guys’ foolery.

“I still never thought I’d see the day where you were wearing a fascinator, Belly,” Jeremiah added on.

“Me neither,” Belly laughed as you guys arrived at the area of the tea party.

“Jeremiah,” you recognized the lady as Paige.

“Paige,” Jeremiah replied.

“Where’s your shirt?” Paige asked him.

“It’s always a pleasure,” Jeremiah said not answering her question.

“Mm-hmm.”

“This is Belly and Y/n. I mean, um, Isabel Conklin and Y/n Conklin the young women my mom told you about. Belly being my future wife and Y/n is my brother’s,” Jeremiah introduced as Belly smacked his arm and you laughed as he explained.

“They’re late,” Paige said in displeasure.

“I am so sorry,” Belly started.

“You both are at table two, seated next to each other,” Paige said cutting her off.

“Are those the little brie and fig jam sandwiches with the prosciutto?” Jeremiah asked excitedly.

“Don’t you dare?” Paige threatened him as he let you and Belly go to reach for one.

“Just one,” Jere said cheekily to Paige.

“Jeremiah, those are for the girls!” Paige scolded.

“Knock ‘em dead,” Jeremiah rushed as he kissed both of you on the cheek before running out.

“So… how’s Y/N?” Susannah asked Conrad as they settled in for his portrait.

“Umm, she’s good, why?” Conrad questioned.

“Well, excuse me for trying to connect with my son before he leaves for the year,” Susannah joked.

“You could’ve asked me about anything else, you know.”

“Yeah, but I just wanted to know if she’s the reason you’re in such a better mood lately,” Susannah explained smiling. She was happy, Conrad seemed in such lighter spirits when Y/N was around him. She was good for him, she always was.

“Isn’t she always?” Conrad laughed quietly more to himself than his mom.

“She looked really nice in her dress.”

“She looked beautiful,” Conrad smiled.

“She really is. And, Connie, I want you to do something more productive this summer with the boys having a job at the country club and the girls being debutantes. Maybe think about getting a job, okay?”

“Sure, mom.”

"I'm glad you guys are together."

"How'd you know?"

"Well now I do, I just meant that I was glad that you two have each other to lean on," Susannah giggled at her son's surprised expression.

“I told my mom the only way I would do this is if I could bring my girlfriend, cause I thought it would be a deal killer, but the club had been surprisingly chill about the whole thing,” Marisa explained.

“I’m honestly shocked,” Dara replied.

“Yeah,” was heard around the table.

“Literally, Dara, I was expecting a conversion camp to spring out of the bushes. Lesbians and debutantes are, like, a completely juxtaposing idea.” Marisa continued.

“Yeah, but Cousins likes to pretend to be woke. Trust me. My family deals with it constantly,” Nicole stated.

“The things we do for college applications.”

“Preach that,” another one of the girls added.

“Mm-hmm.”

“I think I heard from Conrad a while ago that Belly’s only a sophomore, right? And, Y/N, I can remember if he said you’re a senior or junior,” Nicole directed to me and Belly.

“Yeah, I’ll be a junior in the fall,” Belly answered.

“And, I’m applying to colleges right now,” you replied.

"Any colleges in mind?" Nicole asked you.

"Yale, I'm leaning into dermatology," you told her.

"That's exciting!" Nicole responded.

“So, this is your first summer here in Cousins?” Gigi asked you two.

“No, we’ve been coming here for most of our lives,” you answered.

“Yeah, they’re, like, family friends with Conrad and Jeremiah,” Nicole added.

“So, Belly, are you and Jeremiah, like, a thing, or are you going to take him to the ball?” Gigi answered Belly smiling fakely.

“Maybe, I haven’t asked him yet,” Belly muttered looking down at her lap.

“He’ll say yes,” you told Belly taking her hand and squeezing it.

“Well, you see, Gigi has had a thing for Jeremiah… Ever since he got abs,” Shayla said.

“I do not,” Gigi scoffed.

“Relax,” Shayla giggled looking at Gigi.

“You don’t notice him because you’re too busy eye-fucking the waiter,” Gigi retorted.

“Gross,” you blurted out.

“That’s Y/n’s twin brother,” Shayla said embarrassed.

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witchthewriter · 1 year

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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ

SFW🌿

・Will is a caring and gentle partner. He’s quite emotionally open and doesn’t mind discussing his feelings

・The first time you met, there was a ringing of steel on steel. The clash of swords; a battle neither would win.

・As the captain of the Flying Dutchman, Will had found your ship, with its healthy and vital crew

・Your coffers were full, and your crew was never hungry

・As the enemy ship sailed towards your own, your curiosity won over your logic

・What’s the point in being immortal if you can’t have a little fun?

・So when the fighting broke out, you soon realised who you were dealing with. Davy Jones had been slain, but in his place stood a handsome young man.

・Both you and Will agreed to stay out of each other’s way, but destiny wouldn’t let you part

・It wasn’t difficult, to let your feelings take over. Both you and Will had a fascination with each other, one that ran deep

・Both of you wanted to be a captain and sail your own ship. The pirate life wasn’t one that was easy to give up

・That freedom is intoxicating.

・But destiny was always on your side

・Because you found an old relic that gave you the power to find Will, no matter how far he sails

・Will does get jealous easily though, and when he first met you, he was certain that your quartermaster was your lover. But Killian was a loyal friend, and only a friend

・You knew about Captain Jack Sparrow, but never got the chance to actually meet him. Something told you that wherever Jack went, trouble followed...so you followed him

・Will told you to steer clear of the dread-locked fiend, but you wanted something of his. A certain compass.

・What Will loves most about you, is your hot head and wild nature. Although it can be difficult at times, he would never make you dull that part of yourself

・You keep him on his toes, and he wouldn’t want it any other way

・Whenever you’re together, Will likes to surprise you with artefacts (since you can get any jewel you wish - you can never die. No matter the injury.)

・You like playing with Will’s hair, it’s actually quite curly

・He likes when you hum, and you do it a lot. It’s always absent-mindedly, because you’d be mortified if Will heard you sing (although when you get to the drink, you don’t care whose listening)

・Your crew mates start to feel comfortable around Will’s. There’s even moments of family members reuniting

・You take good care of your crew - since you hand pick them yourself

・You’ve sailed nearly everywhere, and experienced everything. Some things you wish you could forget, but others that you know are otherwordly

・You’ve saved mermaids

・Slayed British soldiers, who try to rid the world of pirates

・You’ve even been nominated to be pirate king a few times (but you never turned up to the meetings)

・You’re a legend, a myth, a reality

・Some people think that if they capture you, they’ll be able to take your eternal youth

・So you can never be in one place for too long

・Anyone that’s around you will become younger - the time in their life when they felt like their best self

・But this doesn’t work on Will ... it was one of the reasons why he was so peculiar to you

・Like destiny had played a nasty trick on the both of you

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

Your Favourite Colour Is Green by James Newton Howard

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔:

✧ Rivals to Friends to Lovers

✧ Opposites Attract

✧ “Shut Up” x “Make Me”

NSFW🔞minors dni!

・Consent King™ always asks if what he’s doing is okay, asks if he can kiss you, etc.

・Favourite place to have sex is on the beach. The hot sun beating down on you, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. It makes an ethereal atmosphere.

・Always makes sure you’ve orgasmed before he does

・Can go for multiple rounds, without tiring

・He’s swept up in the heat of the moment, and doesn’t think about whether he’s being light-hearted or sensual

・Will is like a whirlwind when he’s turned on. Grabbing at your clothes and tearing them off, kissing every inch of bare skin he can find

・His favourite position is missionary, with your legs wrapped around his waist

・Leaves hickies on your body without realising it

・Loves when you wear your captain’s hat and ... only your captain’s hat.

#will turner #will turner headcanons #will turner x reader #pirates of the caribbean #pirates of the caribbean headcanons #potc #potc headcanons #potc fanfiction #pirate #will turner x pirate reader #the black pearl #yo ho yo ho a pirate's life for me #witchthewriter #dating would include #would include #headcanons

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bit-odd-innit · 1 year

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Fic: Somewhere That’s Green

[based on a post I made about Eddie’s future]

It’s a hole in the wall just off the main drag, the kind of place you can’t find unless you know to look. In a previous life it had been a pizzeria, which explained the bright green vinyl awning Eddie had no intention of replacing. He’d kept the pick-up window, too, used it to host “office hours.” (“Office hours” was supposed to mean “deliver personalized music recommendations to interested passers-by.” Now it means “help harried, double-parked parents reschedule music lessons.”)

He’d also kept the apartment upstairs. They have a house now—a nice one, with a wrap-around porch and a big backyard and a cluster of hedges Steve always insists are “a mess”—but when Eddie trips into an inventory hole and loses track of time, it’s nice to have a place to crash. If it’s not a school night sometimes Steve joins him, and they’ll relive the halcyon days of their early twenties, buoyed by cheap beer, diner curly fries, and giddy infatuation. (The infatuation has only grown and flourished even as his tolerance for salty food has withered. Acid reflux is a bitch.)

He’s happy they kept the apartment. He happy knowing that if someone needs it—someone scared, broke, desperate for a lifeline and a scrap of no-strings-attached kindness—it’s something he can provide.

Initial plans had been to focus on music, just music. It was supposed to be the utopic all-metal record store of Eddie’s nightmares. But as he started to build stock, he remembered how hard it had been to find merch for the things he liked. How a pin or a patch or poster he’d dug up at a garage sale four towns over made him feel more seen than anything on offer at the local mini-mall. How he wanted to be a hub for the weird shit not everyone liked, but the people who did loved. His horrible little magpie brain fluttered from shiny thing to shiny thing, and by the time opening day rolled around the store was a one-stop shop for all things music, merch and whatever wacky knick-knacks tickled Eddie’s fancy. Or horrified Steve. Or both. Both was best.

The Corroded Coffin guys slotted in easily. Francis always liked doing promo for their gigs, was good at it, too. But by the early 2000s, his methods were apparently so outdated his daughter begged to let her take over. (“He’s stapling fliers to telephone poles, Uncle Eddie. You don’t even have a website.”

“What is a telephone pole covered in fliers if not the working man’s web-ed site?”

“Oh my God give me your credit card I’m buying you a domain name.”

“A what?”)

Jeff got his CPA and took over the financials, reeling Eddie in whenever he was struck by the urge to make a impulsive, outlandish purchase. (“I genuinely don’t understand how you make money.”

“It’s cause I don’t do my taxes.”

“I do your taxes. At a great personal expense.”)

Gareth was instrumental (heh…) in building up the music program—soundproofing the basement and hiring instructors and coordinating concerts and organizing payment plans, all the nitty-gritty non-music stuff that made Eddie’s head spin. At some point it just made the most sense for Eddie to cede control, let him operate it however he saw fit. (“This is your baby, dude. It’s a baby that took form within my own, much larger baby. But it’s yours.”

“I’m touched by your words and appalled by your phrasing.”

“That’s the only way I could have said it.”)

(Gareth also once described the store as an “Elevated Hot Topic.” Eddie still hasn’t decided when he’s going to kick his ass.)

 Momentum grew. Ideas compounded ideas. A kid asked how to sew a patch to his backpack and it snowballed into the Build Your Own Battlevest Workshop. Wayne suggested knocking out the connecting wall between the walk-in freezer and the pantry, and now thrice weekly Eddie runs table-top games for varying age-sets and skill-levels. (At Steve’s request, the elementary school group is called H-E-DOUBLE HOCKEY STICKS FIRE CLUB. Not because he thinks it needs to be censored. He just thinks it’s funny.) (He’s right.)

It was supposed to be a record store but now it’s so much more. Now there are listening parties and movie screenings and little league teams with his store’s name on the back of their jerseys and and and—

Eddie used to think, if he got lucky, he’d last a year. Now he’s closing in on 30. He was profiled by the local newspaper. They called him “a pillar of the community.”

Wild.

It’s a warm, sunny April morning. He’s sitting at the takeout window, sipping coffee from the bottom half of a teapot-teacup combo that reads, in a menacing blood-red font, THIS FREAK DRINKS TEA. His hair is gathered in a loose braid, the ends still damp from his post-run shower. (Sometime in their mid-thirties Steve tricked him into maintaining a consistent cardio routine, and now he’s the type of person who gets out of bed at the crack of dawn to knock out an “easy three.” He’s a monster, a husk of his former self. A husk with a much-improved lung capacity and thighs that can juice a watermelon but nonetheless HUSK.) The middle school is about a half mile from the shop; he pulls faces at all the students filtering past. (Steve’s kids, current and former, refer to Eddie exclusively as Mr. Munson’s Husband. It never fails to thrill him.)

He’s leaning back to flip the record piping through the store’s speakers (“Dustin I don’t care if it’s ‘easier’ to ‘create a Spotify account,’ whatever that means. We play vinyl only! Let me be pretentious about this one thing!”) when he hears a meek, polite cough coming from just beneath the window. He peers out and on the sidewalk stands a girl. She’s small, too little to be one of Steve’s. She clutches the strap of her backpack, blue eyes huge with nerves and determination.

“Hail and well met, weary traveler!” He’s speaking in what Steve calls his Dork Voice, the slightly tuned-down version he uses to put shy kids at ease. “How might I be of assistance?” The girl purses her lips, sets her shoulders, shakes her shaggy bangs out of her face. Eddie thinks suddenly of Nancy and Robin and his heart clenches.

“Do you like games?” She asks.

He smiles softly. Drops the act. “Yeah.” He rests his scarred cheek in the cradle of his palm. “I like games. Do you like games?”

The dam breaks.

“Yes!” She replies at once, breathless with enthusiasm. “My family plays a lot of board games, like Game of Life and Monopoly, and they’re okay but kind of boring, but my brother taught me how to play Settlers of Catan and I really liked that, and my friends and I played Werewolf at a sleepover but we made up a bunch of extra rules to make it harder, and my cousin showed me this video game where the ending changes based on what choices you make and that’s so cool—”

“Alright, slugger.” Eddie can’t help but laugh. “What game are you looking to play?”

The girl collects herself. “Okay,” she says. “Okay, so. So I like it in games where there are rules, but also you can make stuff up? And you can do something weird that might ruin everything but also might pay off? And sometimes you have to work with other people to accomplish your goal, but alliances can break?” Eddie nods. “So there’s this one game. It sounds like so much fun, but nobody I know plays it. They play it on this show I like, well, okay, it’s not really a show, it’s, uh, okay do you know what a podcast is?” Eddie beams.

Steve swapped study hall coverage so he could pop in for lunch. Tonight is parent-teacher conferences, which means Steve’ll be home late, which means Eddie will get absorbed in a project and either crash upstairs or stumble home well after Steve’s gone to bed, which means they’ve got to snatch the time together they can get. They split a sandwich, a salmon burger from Costco Eddie threw in the air fryer and smashed up with avocado and grilled poblano pepper. (”It’s heart healthy!” “You’re heart healthy.” “Aw.” “I meant that as an insult.” “I’m not taking it as one, mwah mwah mwah.”) Eddie eats too fast, as he often does, and drags his nails over the veins of Steve’s forearm to distract himself from his gastrointestinal tract turning inside out.

“🎶Myyyy babyyyy myyyyyy babyyyyyy,” he hums against the shell of Steve’s ear. “You’reeee my babyyyyy sayyyy it to meeeeee🎶.” “Alright,” he huffs, tapping his fingers to the knobby bone of Eddie’s wrist. He presses a kiss to the underside of Eddie’s jaw and rises. “I gotta get back.” He slings his messenger bag over his shoulder, gathers the papers he’d promised he’d grade but didn’t. Eddie watches him readjust, watches him smooth down the salt-and-pepper hairs dusting his temples, watches him push his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He catches Eddie watching and asks, slyly, “What?”

Eddie wants to say, I love you. He wants to say, you’ve made me happier than I ever thought I could be. He wants to say, I’m so grateful I built this life with you.

But he’s still himself, so what he says is, “Those khakis make your ass look great.”

Steve scoffs, and with a bitchy eye roll he sinks his weight onto his back foot and says, “I KNOW,” and there he is. There’s the man he married. He looks over his shoulder before he leaves, his honey-warm eyes liquifying Eddie’s spine.

“Hey,” he murmurs. “I love you too.” Eddie kisses him and kisses him and kisses him. Pretty good life.

#steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #my fanfic

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dragonbma · 5 months

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WAIT OK CRASHING BACK IN A THIRD AND FINAL TIME (for now) LMFAOAOAOA but anything notable between petra and vos perhaps? 😗

Yes oh my god yes. 🗡️

Petra does lose Miss Butter in the story, and is incredibly distraught over it. Luckily, Vos has a little surprise for her. Looks like his days of enchanting aren’t behind him… plus he probably has a ton of experience levels saved up from previous adventures-

Jack loves this ideas and offers to let Petra go through his armory and pick out her favorite sword that they’ll enchant together

I haven’t decided when in the story this takes place, but rest assured it will happen

“Something on your mind, Petra?”

“I’m still bummed over losing Miss Butter. That sword was just one of a kind, you know?”

“I don’t mean to interrupt but I may ah, be of some assistance. Jack, you wouldn’t happen to have any lapis around, would you?”

“No way! You know how to enchant?” “Yeah I should have some in the back. While I grab that, Petra how about you visit my armory and pick out something you like?”

(After sword is picked out)

“Thank you! Now, what enchantments did you have in mind?”

“I was thinking maybe fire aspect… I was hoping to get that on Miss Butter at some point- wait where’s your enchanting table?”

“Oh that. I assume my old one is back at our cabin. But ah, I stopped needing that a while ago… Watch this! ^^”

This is also his way for thanking Petra for gifting him her extra sword when they went to fight at Heckmouth:

Fun fact about that first scene. ^ I somehow completely missed Petra giving Vos her sword when I was first writing the masterpost for the possession AU; And I guessed that the sword he was using was Petra’s backup she used when Stella had Miss Butter. It was only a month later after several casual rewatches that I noticed and was like “Oh. That is actually what happened. How did I miss that? Glad I don’t have to change anything-”

#mcsm #minecraft story mode #mcsm vos #mcsm petra #mcsm jack #mcsm au #vos possession au #bermuda brainrot hours #bermuda replies #ausday week #btw thanks for all the asks

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The Creeps’ Reaction to Crash (OC)

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As usual, the creeps tend to be pretty hostile toward newcomers

There’s a bit of an adjustment period they all go through at their own pace, depending on how anti-social they are and how “out there” the newcomer is

When they first meet Crash, there’s a variety of initial gut reactions from the main creeps

EJ, for example, practically face-palms and thinks to himself “good lord not another one,” because he just knows that this guy’s an injury magnet

Something about the way Crash fidgets in place and always looks so restless—Jack can immediately pick up on the fact that this guy’s a danger to himself and maybe even those around him

Which means even more work for poor ol’ Jack

Jeff, on the other hand, sees the guy and practically huffs with a roll of his eyes

He’s not impressed by Crash’s attempts at kindness; it actually gives him a negative impression to begin with

He has that whole toxic masculinity thing going, so if anyone—especially a guy—tries to be a well-mannered human being, they, unfortunately (or fortunately?), won’t be earning Mr. The Killer’s favor

So Jeff acts extra tough and extra confrontational in an attempt to assert his dominance

He wants to feel powerful, wants the newbie to respect him and, more importantly, fear him

Because of that, it’ll be useful for Crash to whip out his intimidation skills and kick up his creep factor when he’s around Jeff—even if it might not scare him, it’ll probably help earn his respect

And, if nothing else, it’ll at least establish some kind of boundary so that Jeff knows he shouldn’t be too eager to mess with Crash

Masky’s kind of disgruntled because, like EJ, he just knows this kid‘s a chaotic mess

He can tell he’s got a lot of energy and a lot of issues—it’s not exactly difficult to tell he wasn’t the popular kind growing up

And, even though he wouldn’t admit it so easily, Masky definitely has a soft spot for those kids who got left behind

He’s internally like “ah shit, here we go again,” because he realizes he’s probably inadvertently going to become this kid’s mentor figure

And, let’s be honest, he already has his hands full with Toby and Sally as is

He knows Crash’s energy and enthusiasm will make him feel like even more of an old man in comparison, but he also knows the kid’s got a good heart and just wants to be accepted for who he is, so he’s almost like… reluctantly endeared by him, if that makes sense

Nat’s a mix between Jeff and Masky; she’s kind of irritated with the fact that someone so new and so energetic is joining the team, especially since she doesn’t know if they’ll get along

She wants to be tough, wants to prove that she shouldn’t be messed with, but at the same time, she realizes that she can and likely will develop a sort of soft spot for the guy

He’s just so kind in that clumsy, inexperienced kind of way; how can she not find him endearing?

She initially keeps her cool around him, but silently makes it a point to protect him if the others *cough* Jeff *cough* decide to pick on him

BEN’s generally… kind of indifferent to him at first, in all honesty

As far as first impressions go, unless they’re wildly good or bad, BEN usually just doesn’t really care for them

He figures he’ll either get to know and like Crash as time goes on, or the two will kind of just stay as distant acquaintances

As long as he doesn’t get between him and his gaming, he can’t be bothered to have an opinion

In fact, he’s so unfazed by the sight of a new member that Crash might start to wonder if BEN even realizes he’s new

Hoodie’s similarly chill about the whole thing, but he loves anticipating how Crash might get on Masky’s nerves—whether it be intentional or not

It just never fails to amuse him watching all the ways his best friend has to rally the younger members, and Masky just always gets so tired and so grumpy

Hoodie knows watching Crash and Masky interact is absolutely going to make his day, so he can’t wait

At the end of the day, even though he doesn’t necessarily care about Crash as a person when he first meets him, his opinion of the guy’s still pretty positive, all things considered

Out of all of the creeps however, Crash is most likely to hit it off with Toby from the very beginning

Toby’s always the most open and welcoming to newcomers; he knows what it’s like to get picked on and mistreated, so he always tries his best to accommodate new members

Having said newcomer be really open and friendly isn’t the most common occurrence, so it’s such a treat to Toby!

He immediately takes him under his wing, and they quickly become good buds because Toby similarly craves friendship

And, contrary to most, Toby isn’t put off by Crash being too forward or too obsessive; if anything, he finds the enthusiasm contagious!

He shows him how things work around the mansion, and once Nat sees that Crash is chill with Toby, she also eases up on him and starts opening up more to him

Which is how the process of Crash getting accepted in slowly but surely begins

Lo and behold, Masky was right about his initial judgment; Crash becomes another kid he feels responsible to keep safe

Which makes Hoodie absolutely ecstatic to witness the two interacting; the more chaos Crash gets into, the funnier it gets

Hoodie doesn’t otherwise go out of his way to befriend Crash, mostly because he doesn’t think he can gain anything out of his friendship, but he also doesn’t have anything against him personally

So the two are on decent terms as-is, but they’re not quite close enough to be buddies

EJ also becomes protective of Crash

Not to the extent that Masky is, but the more he (inevitably) ends up at Jack’s clinic, the more they talk and the more they start bonding

Jack’s a good listener, so he becomes like the therapist friend who listens and offers advice when needed

He thinks the guy has a lot of potential, and of course he wants to see him succeed; he’s a sucker for unrelenting kindness despite the odds, which is kind of Crash in a nutshell

Once Crash gets settled into things, he also becomes good friends with BEN

BEN, of course, adores anyone who games, so once he finds out Crash also indulges in his hobby—and, to top it off, he doesn’t need much sleep—he’s like the dream gaming partner

The two sometimes end up spending the whole ass night playing together, so they become really close!

Jeff is one of the few that don’t eventually come around to him

He doesn’t like Crash, doesn’t like how friendly and energetic he is, and he most certainly doesn’t like how the other creeps all like him

He’d never admit it, but he’s 100% jealous

Jealous of his stamina, jealous of his adrenaline, his lack of a need for sleep—god, Jeff just can’t stand the guy

And it’s made, of course, way worse by the fact that some of the creeps like him more than they like Jeff

Either way, it becomes obvious that Crash isn’t the problem, Jeff is

So, all things considered, Crash ends up doing fairly well at the mansion ^^

As for everyone witnessing his stunts, well—

Jack is entirely unamused and unimpressed

All he can think about is how he’ll be the one that’ll need to heal him up when he gets injured

Masky and Hoodie also don’t approve of the shenanigans, but while Masky will actively try to stop it from happening, Hoodie just enjoys watching the chaos unfold from the sidelines

Nat and Toby are the type to cheer him on; they obviously care about him and clearly don’t want him to get injured, but they just think the risk is definitely worth the reward

They think he’s an absolute legend for being able to pull those stunts off—even if they don’t always go as planned

Out of the two however, Nat’s more likely to be the one who’ll put a stop to it when she thinks he’s gone too far

Toby, unfortunately, doesn’t quite understand the limits of the human body, what with his inability to feel pain and all, so if it’s just him and Crash in a room together, it can get pretty dangerous

BEN also encourages the chaos

He isn’t alive, which means he doesn’t possess a body, which means he also doesn’t fully understand certain risks sometimes

And the crazier the stunt is, the happier he is to film it all and make a big joke out of it

Jeff is, once again, jealous of everything Crash can pull off, so he’ll either try to actively sabotage him, or he’ll diminish his achievements and try to do anything he can to get the others to dislike him

Which, for obvious reasons, doesn’t usually work anyway

So more often than not, Jeff makes himself scarce when Crash is getting positive attention from his stunts

Overall, once everyone gets adjusted to the new face, Crash might find that he, for once, actually fits in!

Amongst the various losers and rejects of society, Crash could finally say he’s found his family <3

#creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta headcanons #crp #crp hc

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nameless-ken · 2 years

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Eddie Munson Series

Summary: You never had the courage to chase your dreams until you met Eddie, who helped you discover a life full of spontaneity, passion and maybe a little too much rock n roll.

Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3

Warnings: fluff & lots of angst (as usual), kissing (if that’s a warning you need??)

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Home Sweet Home

“THAT…WAS..THE MOST…METAL…EVERRRR!” Eddie shouts as the rest of the band joins him on the walk back to the van. You laugh, trailing behind them, casually taking more pictures to capture the pure excitement of the after show.

“That was probably one of the best shows we’ve ever done!” Gareth jumps up and down.

“Hope you got those good shots Y/N. We’ll need ‘em.” Jeff turns around, walking backwards as he addresses you.

“I think I used up all the film I just bought.”

“How do you develop it?” Eddie slows down to walk next to you.

“Any place that takes film to develop usually. I don’t think using a darkroom would be easy while on the road.”

“I can’t wait to see them.” Eddie hooks his arm around your shoulder. “I know they’ll be bitchin’!”

“Let’s hope so. We need to figure out how we want to use them.”

“Freak knows of some guys that do the whole print flier stuff. He could send off some photos to cook something up.”

“Yeah, you pick out the raddest ones and I’ll ship them off.” Freak replies as you all make it to the van.

“Cool. I’ll definitely do that.” You stand to the side as they pack up their equipment back in the van.

“Who's up for a round of drinks to celebrate?” Gareth asks after shutting the van door.

“Hell yeah!” Freak and Jeff agree cheerfully.

“You guys go ahead. We’re gonna try and find a place to develop Y/N’s film.” Eddie grabs your hand in his, taking your camera bag from your shoulder to carry.

“Alright, we’ll see you guys back at the motel.” The three of them wave before running down the sidewalk, back downtown.

“You didn’t have to do that. You should be out there celebrating.” You lean against the van door as Eddie steps in front of you, hand still connected with your.

“I wasn’t feeling it.” He shrugs, looking down at the ground between you.

“You okay? Something wrong?”

“No, I’m fine. I usually crash after a show having used all my energy on stage.” Eddie pulls you from the side of the van, against his chest.

“Are you sure you want to find a developer? We can head back to the motel.” You offer, seeing the tiredness in his eyes.

“Nope! Let’s go get your masterpieces developed for the whole world to see.” He exclaims, leading the way down the sidewalk.

It’s 4 AM when you glance at the clock hanging on the wall of your motel room. After Eddie went with you to turn in your film to get developed, you both walked back to the motel. He said goodnight, quite shyly which you found out of character for him.

You brushed it off as you both closed the door to your separate rooms. Now, you decide to get out of bed. No point lying in bed when you can’t fall asleep. You pull on a jacket and slip on your shoes, stepping out of your room for some fresh air.

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing out here in the dark?” You turn around quickly from the deep voice directing at you.

“Eddie! Jesus! Don’t do that.” You slap his chest lightly as you turn around to face him. He’s leaning against the hood of his van, cigarette resting in his hand.

“Sorry sweetheart.” He laughs lightly. You can’t help but watch as he brings the cigarette to his lips and breathes out the smoke. You shouldn’t find it so attractive but you do. You really do. “But seriously, what are you doing out?”

“Couldn’t sleep.” You shrug your shoulders, placing your hands in your pockets.

“The first concert is always like that.” Eddie bumps your shoulder with his as he finishes his cigarette, throwing it on the ground and stomping it with his shoe.

“Yeah, I guess that’s it.”

“Want me to stay with you?” He offers.

“No it’s okay. I’ll be fine.” You step off his van, walking back towards your room.

“If you need anything, don’t hesitate to bang on the wall.” Eddie walks over to his door, keeping his eyes on you.

“Wait,” You hesitate as you open your door and turn to look back at him. “I don’t usually sleep well in places I’ve never been to. Could you stay with me? Until I fall asleep at least?” You practically beg.

“I’d be happy to.” Eddie walks over to you and follows you inside. He closes the door and takes off his shoes and jacket as you do the same.

You climb back into bed pulling the covers over yourself. Eddie stands near the end of the bed, scratching the back of his neck.

“You can come lay down. I don’t mind.” You pat the spot next to you. Eddie slips under the blanket beside you, resting one arm behind his head. You both lay there in silence, listening to each other's breath and there’s never been a place you’ve ever felt more comfortable in your life.

“You know, you acted quite out of character after the show.” You break the silence with a whisper.

“What do you mean?”

“I know you would usually go out with the guys to get drinks but instead you went with me to just drop some film off. I mean, you’re a rockstar Eddie. Aren’t you supposed to be out until the crack of dawn not alone in your motel room?” You look over at him as he stares ahead at the wall, a blank look in his eyes.

“It just feels different now.” Eddie whispers, turning his head to meet your eyes. “I mean with you. I don’t feel like I need to go out there and put up a front that I do on stage. I love performing but it’s all an act for me. The guys have been my only friends because everyone else I’d ever known saw me as a freak. I guess I’m still not over that.” You sit up, mirroring his position against the headboard.

“You’re one of my favorite people, Eddie.” You grab one of his hands, squeezing it assumingly. “You know what I’ve come to love about you. Your sense of individuality. You’re electric with your awkwardness and imperfections. That’s the best part because it’s natural and it’s real. So be a freak! I’ll be one with you.”

“I’m a mess. How could you like me?” His voice is softer than usual and it makes your heart hurt from the doubt resting on his shoulders.

“Eddie,” You bring his hand to your lap, playing with his rings. “I like that you’re messy. I like that you don’t fit into a box or stay between the lines. You choose to live your life for yourself with the most integrity I’ve ever seen. I love how loyal you are to the people you’re close with because that’s what holds relationships together. You may think I can’t handle your mess but we can be messy together.”

“How did I find you?” A smile has made its way onto his face as he leans closer to you. His long, gorgeous hair tickles your neck as he wraps his arm around your shoulder.

“I guess we’re both just lucky.”

“The luckiest.” He leans down, kissing your cheek and you rest your face against his neck. He pulls you both down until your heads hit the pillows again. He holds you against him as you settle against him, never wanting to let go. Your eyes start to feel heavy as the clock turns to 5 AM.

“Sweet dreams, pretty girl.” Eddie’s last words and warmth lull you to sleep.

With little help from the men you have found a new family in, you’ve booked them full over the last month. Traveling from city to city all over the country. It’s an experience that you never had planned for yourself but once you look at your photos each time they get developed, your heart bursts with pride and confidence. It helps that Eddie always encourages you when you are doubting yourself.

No matter how much you’ve been loving your time on the road, you’re more nervous than ever. Tonight you are heading back to Hawkins. Back home to where your parents are, who have probably put a missing person’s report on you.

You aren’t nervous for the fact that they will be disappointed in you. You’re worried how much quickly your dad could destroy the lives of your new family.

“Hey, you alright?” Eddie slides his arm around your shoulder on the seat behind you. You feel his eyes burning a hole in the side of your face. You’ve been distant lately since he told you about the huge gig back home.

“Trying to be.”

“Y/N,” Eddie scoots closer to you, his hand running through your hair as he moves it off your shoulder. “You can talk to me. Please talk to me.” He leans his forehead against the side of your head.

“Just not looking forward to going home.”

“We don’t have to go. We can take the night off and go somewhere else.” Eddie whispers against your ear, lacing his other hand with yours.

“No, this is huge for you guys. You’ve worked too hard for this and you guys are too good to leave that crowd waiting.” You finally move your head to lean your forehead against his.

“If at any point you want to leave, we will go. No question.” You stare back out the window, the endless cornfields are all you can see for miles.

“I didn’t think I’d ever feel this way.” You reply after a few minutes. “I didn’ think I would unless it was forced.”

“What forced?” Eddie keeps his eyes on you.

“This romantic stuff. Feeling all these butterflies and just wanting to always be near you. I thought this wasn’t something I’d ever feel for someone because of how my parents always try to influence the people I’m with.”

“Your parents would pick who you dated?”

“Not necessarily pick but would ban me from certain people. There was this one guy, Steve, that they’ve tried and tried to get me to be with because he’s the same status and what not but me and Steve were barely even friends.”

“Steve.” Eddie mumbles, rubbing his chin, continuing, “That’s insane.”

“That’s why I’ve been so nervous of them finding out where I am. About you.”

“I’m not what your parents envision?” He puts his hand on his chest, leaning his head back like he just died.

“I don’t care what they think but I know they will do everything in their power to keep me from you.”

“We’ll just run away. Again.” He lifts his head back up with his beautiful smile taking over face.

“My dad would never stop looking for me”

“I know places we can hide.”

“I need you to know that no matter what you will always be the best part of my life,” You stare into his eyes, making sure he understands how serious you are. “I give you my heart and hope you take it with steady hands with the same amount of appreciation because we both deserve it.”

“I’ve never been more privileged to be chosen by you, sweetheart. There’s nothing that could ever happen that would make me not want you every second of everyday.” Eddie grabs for your face, pulling you closer to his as he hovers his lips above yours. “I have to admit, I’ve never been the romantic type or really the boyfriend type but somehow you’ve changed me and made me want to be good enough for you.”

“You’ve always been good enough for me Eddie. More than enough.”

“I’ve always been an outcast, always lurking in the shadows but then you showed up. I’ve fallen for the prettiest girl who is so much more than pretty. She is smart and funny and brave. Her past hasn’t always been good but that smile on her face has never faded. She is my lionhearted girl that I will cherish for the rest of my life. If she’ll have me?”

“Yes, yes, there’s nothing more she wants.” You grip his shirt in your fists as he holds the back of your head, kissing you passionately. You could never get tired of his lips.

“Get a room!” Gareth yells from the front seat, making you both laugh.

“Maybe later.” Eddie winks at you. You roll your eyes, leaning your head against his chest. You relish in the peace you feel right now, knowing once you cross the border back to Indiana, you’ll be nothing but anxious.

The guys drop you off at the hotel, letting you get the rooms while they go to the venue to start setting up.

It’s so weird being back home. You had always thought you wouldn’t leave. That you’d be one of those people who never move away from their hometown. But look at you now. You haven’t even felt a single drop of homesickness since you left.

Now you understand what was holding you back. The control of parents made it unbearable for you to enjoy anything you were doing. Eddie gave you the freedom you’ve been looking for and there’s no chance you’re ever giving that up.

You pay for two rooms and drag your suitcase to one of the rooms. You’ve recently picked up a few new outfits. Finally feeling more comfortable dressing like you belong with the band. Eddie has even given you a few of his band t-shirts to wear while introducing you to their music.

Over the last month, you and Eddie have become closer than ever. For the first couple weeks, he would sneak over to your room until the other guys eventually locked him out and told him to just stay with you. Eddie had no problem with that.

The night after you sort of confessed your feelings for Eddie, he asked you to be his girlfriend. Which he admitted he’s never had before so he might be bad at it. You told him there’s nothing wrong with that, it just gives you both more time to understand who you are together without the ghosts of the past hanging over your heads.

You take a shower and get yourself ready for the show. You check over your cameras and film, making sure you have everything in your camera bag. You walk back outside as the van pulls up. The boys jump out. Jeff grabs the other room key from you as the three of them head in to get themselves ready. Eddie follows you back inside your room.

“You look so pretty.” Eddie sits on the bed, pulling you to stand between his legs. His hands trail up your thighs lightly before placing them on your hips. “You’re making it hard for me to not lock you up in here with me all night long.” “I mean,” You trail your hands along his arms, pushing his long, soft hair away from his face. “You could always try but we kind of need the money.”

“You’re worth more than money honey.” Eddie grasps your hips harder, pulling you to straddle his hips.

“I appreciate that Eds but we have bills to pay.”

“How have we ever survived without you taking such good care of us?” He trails light kisses against your neck.

“Honestly, I have no idea.” You giggle as you grab his face in your hands, placing a kiss on his lips. “You need to shower.”

“Is that your way of telling me that I stink?”

“Precisely.” You whisper an inch away from his mouth. He tries to kiss your lips again but you get up from his lap.

“You better hurry. We need to be at the venue in half an hour.”

“Yes, your majesty.” He bows at you, making you laugh again and shuts the bathroom door behind him.

You knew this venue was huge but you didn’t realize just how many people could fit into the place until you’re at the front, watching the crowd scream along to each song.

It brings a smile to your face every time. You don’t think you could ever get tired of this feeling.

As you walk back to the side stage, needing to add in a new roll of film, someone yells your name.

“Y/N!” You freeze. You really thought you could get through this trip without anyone from your past showing up and recognizing you. “Y/N!” You sigh, turning around to the one voice you wish it wasn’t.

“Steve?” He walks over to you, shock written all over your face.

“Where have you been? Your parents have been worried sick about you.”

“I’m fine. I’ve been fine.”

“Where have you been? You just disappeared one day with no word.”

“That’s none of your business.”

“Y/N, what’s going on? This isn’t like you.”

“Like you ever really knew me. Steve, we were barely friends. Our parents just wanted us to be together so we could continue on with their stupid law firm.”

“Have you talked to your parents?”

“Why would I do that? I obviously left for a reason and I’m an adult. I don’t need to tell my parents everything I do.”

“You’re still their kid, Y/N. I think they deserve to know that you’re okay.”

“I can’t do this right now Steve. Could you please forget you saw me here? Please?”

“Only if you promise to at least find a phone and tell them.”

“I’ll try.” You turn back and walk away, hands shaking more than normal. You walk around the halls backstage, finding a room that’s empty. You get inside, leaning against the door as you try to catch your breath. You walk over to a couch in the middle of the room, laying down on it. You try to focus on the music booming through the venue, trying to pinpoint every chord of Eddie’s guitar.

You don’t realize how much time has passed when you feel someone shaking your shoulder lightly.

“Sweetheart?” Your eyes open, finding Eddie leaning over you.

“Is it over?” You sit up quickly, hand pressing against your head as it starts to pound from the headache that’s starting to form. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep. I was changing my film but then someone-”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay.” He bends down, laying his hands on your knees. “It’s not like we don’t have plenty of your perfect photos.” Eddie reassures your worries. You can’t say anything, still feeling the anxiety wrecking through your body. “Let’s get you back. We can curl up in bed and watch Sixteen Candles. What do you say?”

You smile at his gorgeous face, nodding as he helps you stand and leads you out of the room.

The van stops at a local diner for some celebratory food. It’s a diner that you’ve been to way too many times.

“Do you want to come in or stay here?” Eddie asks as the rest of them pile out of the van.

“I-I’ll go in.” You quietly respond, pulling his jacket tighter around yourself, the night air nipping at your skin.

“You sure? We’re just ordering and then taking it back to the hotel.” Eddie asks again, wanting to make sure you’re comfortable.

“Yeah, I’m okay now.” You grab his hand that he holds out for you, helping you out of the van. He wraps his arm around your shoulder as you wrap your arms around his waist, gripping him tightly. He doesn’t say anything so you assume you aren’t hurting him.

You meet the rest of the guys inside at the counter. Eddie stands behind you, arms circling you as he holds the menu out for you both to read. Once you know what you want, he places the orders. He keeps you wrapped in his arms.

Once the waitress hands you all the to-go orders you head out of the diner. The guys ahead of you and Eddie.

“Were you really serious about watching Sixteen Candles?” You ask Eddie, knowing that’s typically not his kind of movie.

“Of course! Want to get all sappy and emotional with my girl.” He presses a kiss to your cheek as you walk hand in hand to the van.

“Y/N!?” Another voice stops you tonight. You turn around to see who it is. You stand there wishing the ground would open up and swallow you whole.

“Mom? Dad?”

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aidtale-of · 9 months

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Aidtale: Origins-Chapter 4

A rock crashes through Sans’s window early the same morning. He doesn’t move. Another rock comes through. Sans barely stirs. Flowey pokes through one of the holes in the window, looking for him and finding him snoring in bed.

“WAKE UP, YOU TRASH BAG!”

Sans turns towards Flowey, half awake and grumbling. “Huh. Usually it’s Papyrus waking me in the morning, not a weed.”

“God, do you ever shut up?”

“For you? No. What do you want anyway?”

“I have a code for you.”

Sans sits up, rubbing his eyes and looking at his clock. “At 5 in the morning?”

“Yeah, it's…imastupiddoodoobutt.”

“Sorry, whadja say? I didn’t quite catch that.”

“I’m a stupid doodoo butt!”

Sans bursts out in laughter as Flowey seethes. He wipes a tear from his eye.

“Oh man, I can’t believe you just said that.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” Flowey points to one of the rocks. It’s wrapped in paper. “Everything you need to know is on the rock. I’ll meet you outside.” He retracts himself through the window. Sans looks around at the mess of glass, then at the rocks. He steps around the glass and picks up the wrapped rock. There’s multiple notes attached to it. He removes them from the rock just as Papyrus opens his door.

“Sans? Who are you talking to…”

He pauses for a moment, taking in the scene.

“What happened?”

Sans tucks the papers into his pocket. “Rocky’s family. They’re here to visit.”

“Oh. Well, tell them to use the front door next time. And get dressed for work!”

“Why? It’s barely morning.”

“Because we have to be the first ones there. I heard from tv that some humans are nocturnal, so one probably fell at night. Plus, I’ve got some new puzzles I want to try out!”

“Alright, I’ll be down in a few.”

“Great!”

Papyrus leaves Sans’’s room, followed by a door closing. Sans grabs the rocks and his jacket, slips on his shoes, then goes to head downstairs. He holds his foot out over the first stair, then teleports into the kitchen. He opens the fridge and pulls out a bottle of ketchup from his side, noting the sense of deja vu this time. Sans places the rocks next to Rocky and sits at the table. Drinking the ketchup, he takes out the papers and starts to read them. They’re detailed. Very detailed. They talk about the exact paths the human takes, what weapons they use, even the exact number of monsters they kill and LV they gain. Sans gets to the last page, which mentions that Sans had already agreed to help last timeline, so he’d better follow through.

“What are you looking at?” Papyrus sprinkles sprinkles on the rocks.

“Just a sci-fi thing I found.”

“What’s it about?”

“Well, for star-ters, it’s-”

“NEVERMIND! I DON’T WANT TO KNOW ANYMORE!”

Sans chuckles as Papyrus puts the sprinkles away.

“Have you eaten?”

“Yep.”

“Great! Let’s go!”

They leave their home. As Sans goes to lock the door, Papyrus pats his non-existent pockets.

“Oops! I forgot something!” Papyrus runs back into the house, leaving Sans outside to wait. Sans turns around and sees Flowey behind him.

“You ready?”

Sans sits on the steps to his door. “Depends. What will we be doing?”

“Well, the plan I have so far is we could try to stop them somewhere before they kill Undyne. Anytime past that, they’ll be too powerful to stop. So, we could ambush them in either Snowdin or Waterfall.”

“Well, it sounds like it’d be better if we got them sooner rather than later, so Snowdin would be good. But where would we fight them specifically?”

“There’s an area, just before the color maze. It’s usually empty, but the human goes through it every time. We could do it there.”

“Alright.”

Papyrus comes out, carrying a box of bones. Flowey disappears before he’s spotted.

“Ok, now we can go.”

They walk through Snowdin, saying hi to everyone as they go. They walk all the way through Snowdin forest to Sans’s station.

“Alrighty Sans, don’t forget to recalibrate your puzzles. We don’t need anything failing if the human arrives.”

“I’ll get right to it.”

Papyrus, satisfied, walks away with his box of bones. Once he’s far enough away, Sans sits at his post, pulling a hot dog from underneath. As he eats, he gets a notification on his phone. He looks, and sees that it’s a text from Alphys.

“Hey Sans, I need you to look at this.”

She then sends a photo accompanied by some text.

“I was checking on some things regarding their research, and all of this just appeared out of nowhere.”

The picture is one of her computer screen. There are diverting lines going all over the place. Sans gets that same sense of deja vu, then realizes that that means that he’s seen all of this before. He sends a quick text.

“damn, that’s crazy”

Sans puts his phone away and takes a quick nap. He wakes up later to the sound of the door to the ruins closing. He takes a look, but can’t make out the person that just walked out, so he teleports closer. Taking a closer look, he sees it’s a human, just like Flowey said. Sans gives the same introduction and they go through the same old routine, telling the human to keep pretending to be one, then teleporting away. The day goes about as well as one could expect with trying to get a murderous child to participate in puzzles and japes. Eventually, Flowey pulls Sans aside.

“This part of the forest, this is our opportunity.”

“You sure this will work?”

“No, but the worst case scenario is that everything resets and we try again.”

Snow crunches nearby, catching both of their attention. The human has arrived. They stop, quite surprised that both Sans and Flowey are in the same room, together. This is..new. This should be fun.

Flowey fires bullets at the human with Sans following suit with bones. The human dodges their attacks while trying to land a strike on one of the two. Flowey, unable to dodge, relies on Sans to pull him away. Rocks fly as vines sprout from the ground, vying for the human. The human goes to strike Sans, but ends up caught behind a wall of bones facing him. Getting a good look at them, Sans tries to read their expression. But before he could, Flowey attacks the human, drawing their attention away. As they fight, Flowey realizes that Sans seems to barely be trying.

“Hey bonehead! You wanna actually try for once!?”

“What’s wrong, Asriel,” the human taunts, missing the plant by mere inches, “Not strong enough to stop me on your own?”

Flowey flounders a little as Sans tries a little harder, trying to also get a good read of the kid’s face. They appear deranged, as if they lost sanity years ago. Sans manages to dodge another attack. Flowey yells at him again.

“I know you’re stronger than this! Why aren’t you trying!?”

Sans fends off the human while trying to answer Flowey. “I could ask you the same thing. Y’know, to be honest, this whole thing sounds like a conflict between the two of you.” Sans holds the human at a distance with his magic. “I think I’ma duck outta this one. Sorry,… Asriel.”

Flowey’s face clouds in anger as Sans walks away. The human watches, thoroughly entertained.

“You. Don’t get. To call me. Asriel.” Flowey uses a vine to grab Sans’s arm, pulling him back. “And I’m not letting you leave.” Vines wrap tightly all around Sans, not allowing him to move. Flowey uses these same vines to pull himself out of the ground and onto Sans. Sans, unable to move, watches as the vines painfully work their way in between bones.

“What the-” Vines tug at San’s mouth, forcing him to shut up. Flowey positions himself in Sans’s eye socket.

“Ah. Now then,” He pulls up Sans’s arms, using the vines to control him, “let’s see how powerful you really can be.”

Flowey uses Sans’s body and abilities to continue to fight the human. Bones, bullets, and blaster fly all over with the human ducking and weaving in between each attack. Flowey is not as good at dodging, so Sans teleports out of the human’s way constantly. This tires him quite rapidly. Despite Flowey, Sans’s movements slow, allowing the human to get closer and closer to a strike.

“This..this isn’t working. You-” The vines tug again at Sans’s mouth.

“You aren’t trying. Despite my efforts, you’re dragging us down.” Flowey raises Sans’s hands. “But don’t worry, I know just how to make you crack.”

“Sans? Flowey?” From behind, Papyrus had stumbled onto the scene. Sans, against Flowey’s will, turns around in surprise.

“Papyrus?”

“SANS, MOVE!” Flowey tries to dodge out of the way of the human’s attack, but he isn’t fast enough and Sans gets hit. Flowey gets off of him as he collapses to the ground. Papyrus runs to his side as Flowey disappears into the snow, resurfacing near some trees where he can hear the human kill Papyrus next.

“GAAAAAAHHHHH!!” Flowey hits his head repeatedly. “Why? WHY? WHY!? Why can’t things work? Why can’t things…just go faster?” He starts to cry.

“Why can’t this be over?”

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choco-bloop · 1 year

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So uh, might have written a lil HimeRita :)

This is canon divergence and I'm pretty sure OOC cuz I wrote this before episode 3 came out.

anyway story under the cut :)

The first time Himeno saw Rita was when King Racules called all five kingdoms together to try to unite them against Bugnarok. They had mostly remained quiet throughout the meeting, notably sheathing their caliber to try to prevent Yanma Gust from leaving after he declared he wasn’t joining the alliance.

During the battle they were silent too, not even making a single comment about Kingohger. And right after the battle, they headed back to Gokkan immediately, not sparing anyone a single glance.

Watching God Papillion fly away, Himeno laughed to herself, ‘What an interesting ruler they are,’

“God Kamakiri, do you believe that this will be a good flower for Gokkan’s ruler?” She pointed to one of her hand-cultivated flowers.

God Kamakiri’s antenna twitched as it tilted its head. Alright. This was going to be a while.

‘Why am I even bothering with them in the first place?

Somehow, she found herself in the main palace of Gokkan, chains dangling from the ceiling.

She rolled her eyes again as Rita took out another scroll, reading its contents.

“Are you going to finish anytime soon, because I sure do want to head back to Ishabana,” She shouted, trying to get their attention. Yanma glared at her, to which she stuck her tongue out.

Rita remained quiet, only sparing her a glance once before going back to reading the scrolls. Himeno sighed, this was going to be a long time.

“Again? What’s this slimy tanuki’s deal with the Shugods?” Yanma groaned as that weird Deznarok the whatever guy appeared again. Gira didn’t reply, the same wicked grin plastered on his face again.

Himeno let out a sigh of frustration, she really couldn’t catch a break these days could she? Why did she decide it would be a good idea to take those two back to Ishabana?

‘So you would get into trouble so you could go to Gokkan to seek the ‘law’ but also to see Rita,’ A voice in her head reminded her. Right. All this, just to see the mysterious ruler once more.

“Oi princess, are you going to help?” Yanma turned to her, trying to deal with the foot soldiers at the same time.

“Screw off,” She summoned her OhgerCaliber.

“Wait! Where’s Rita?” Gira asked, sword clashing against another foot soldier. Himeno scanned the room – he was right, the ruler was nowhere to be seen.

“I’ll go after them,” She offered, rushing off deeper into the palace before either of the two could protest.

‘Dammit, where are they?’ Himeno hoped she would be able to find her way back out to the main hall, otherwise they’ll have to find some other way to get her into KingOhger in order to utilise God Kamakiri’s powers.

She slammed the doors of another room open, only to see a foot soldier sneaking up on Rita, who was busy sorting something out.

“Watch out!” She rushed forward as the spear left the hand of the soldier, crashing into Rita. The impact sent the two of them flying onto the floor, Himeno on top of Rita. Himeno looked at them, mask now off their face. Why did their lips look so kissable?

“You do realise that we are still under attack right?” Rita’s voice dragged her out of her thoughts.

“Well maybe next time around don’t be so engrossed in sorting your stupid scrolls. You’re lucky that I’m transformed, otherwise I wouldn’t be so happy if my outfit got ruined,” She shot back, dusting off her armour.

Rita remained quiet, only taking out their OhgerCaliber to prepare to transform, having already pulled up their mask. Himeno took the chance to destroy the foot soldier, throwing her caliber at its head.

“Don’t you wish to first return to Ishabana? After all, you were complaining about me taking a long time,” Rita asked, looking at her. Yanma had left with Gira, bringing him back to N’kosopa. Himeno stopped petting God Kamakiri to turn towards them. Finally, they noticed.

She produced the flower she had picked out from the ones she had grown, “For you,”

Rita warily received the gift, observing every petal of the flower, “I grew it in my personal gardens at Ishabana,”

“I don’t need it,” They claimed, tossing the flower to the side.

“The least you could do was to give it back to me!”

“You said that that flower is for me, which means that I have every right to do whatever I want with the flower after I receive it. Flowers and plants cannot survive long here in Gokkan due to the climate. And since it had already been cut off from the main plant, I don’t think it will last that much longer either way,” They calmly stated, expression remaining unchanging.

“Whatever you say,” Himeno turned around to face God Kamakiri, “Let’s go,”

The moment she was inside God Kamakiri, hidden from their eyes, she buried her face in her hands, why was she feeling this way towards Rita? The ruler of a kingdom of neutrality. They rarely showed emotions during meetings, so who was to say they would even understand the concept of love?

“God Kamakiri please lend me your assistance in this,” She mumbled.

Himeno landed in Toufu, lamenting that she would have to walk so much.

‘Jeez, why couldn’t Kaguragi have set a meeting point that the Shugods could’ve flown to?’ She groaned internally.

“Over there!” Gira’s voice could be heard shouting above the small crowd that had gathered around her. Right, time to hide her disgust.

Himeno carefully made her way over to the duo, making sure as little of her dress as possible got stained from the muddy grounds.

“Let’s go, Kaguragi is waiting for the three of you,” Another voice said. Himeno looked around, seeing Rita walking ahead.

“And what are you doing here?” She asked, watching them lead the way.

“Kaguragi sent me a message. He said that since the three of you are already going to be here, I might as well be here too,”

Himeno gave them a look of disbelief. Why out of all times did it have to be the day after she attempted to give them a flower?

“He also added that I’ll be there acting as a mediator in this situation so I will not be taking either side in this meeting,” They added.

‘Good, because if you were on my side, I don’t think I’ll be able to take it,’

The meeting with Kaguragi went surprisingly well. Aside from one or two times when someone unsheathed their OhgerCaliber as a threat, resulting in Rita having to take theirs out in order to stop a fight from breaking out.

Not only that but they managed to quite quickly get rid of the threat this time around so there was that.

But she wondered why she found herself trying out some of Toufu’s food. Gira, Yanma and Kaguragi had gone off, leaving her with Rita, again.

“Not going to try any of the food?” they asked.

“Not interested, so why should I even care? If Gira wasn’t so interested in making us all his comrades I would’ve left the moment I got the chance to,” Rita only spared her a glance before looking at the distant silhouettes of the other three.

“You do realise you don’t need to accept his offer right?” They pointed out.

‘Because I want to stay near you,’ she said silently.

“Actually, did Gira even ask you to become his comrade?” She asked, shifting the conversation away from herself.

“I told him only while we are fighting against Bugnarok will we be considered comrades. All other times, including political situations, I will not be taking any sides,” They replied calmly.

“Staying true to your kingdom’s speciality aren’t you?” She laughed. Rita looked at her again, letting a small chuckle slip out. So cute.

Himeno twirled again, slicing through any foot soldiers with ease. Deznarok had unleashed another attack, this time splitting the five of them up into two groups. And of course fate decided that she would be with Rita.

She ducked as a purple arrow shot past her, hitting one of the larger foot soldiers in the head.

“Nice work,” Rita turned slightly to nod at her before suddenly shoving her out of the way. Himeno stumbled back, only able to watch as a foot soldier rammed its spear into Rita, sending them flying into a nearby building.

Himeno charged forward with her sickle, getting rid of as many as she could before rushing towards Rita. They had de-transformed as blood slowly flowed out of their stomach wound. Himeno summoned God Kamakiri, transporting both of them inside.

“What are you doing?” Rita asked, barely able to spare her a glance, their mask was down again.

“Covering up your wounds before you die to them,” She replied, rummaging through the medical supplies she kept on God Kamakiri.

“They don’t hurt, I’ll be fine,” They continued. Himeno momentarily stopped her search to glare at them.

“No. You are not going anywhere until they are bandaged up. And don’t even think about trying to exit God Kamakiri,” She turned to face them, what she needed in her hands.

“Just stay still for a few minutes, I’ll patch up the wound,” She carefully cut away the fabric around their wound, giving her more space to work with.

“Are you sure you can do it?”

“Please don’t forget that Ishabana is also the kingdom of medicine. If there’s anyone who can patch up wounds, it’s going to be me,” She reminded through gritted teeth, trying to keep her focus on the wound. Rita remained quiet throughout the procedure but Himeno could tell they were trying to hide the pain.

“There we go, your wound should heal in a few days so do avoid getting hit in that area. You were quite lucky it wasn’t a deep wound,” Himeno smiled as she tied the last bandage around Rita’s stomach.

“...Thanks,” They mumbled, eyesight not meeting hers.

“Rita! Himeno! Where are either of you? We need you down here!” Kaguragi’s voice could be heard from both of their King’s hotlines.

“Sorry, slight medical emergency here because someone took a hit to the stomach and was bleeding.” She gripped hers tightly, speaking as closely as she could to the microphone.

“Can Rita still fight?”

“Yes.”

“As long as they don’t do anything else stupid,”

Himeno let out the breath she was holding, that painful fight was finally over. She looked at everyone; they were all exhausted and could only hope that the fights to come won’t be as taxing as this one.

“Let’s just hope they don’t pull the same shit again next time around,” Yanma groaned, stretching his arms.

“Then we should all head back to our kingdoms to recuperate should we not? The more time we spend here, the less time we have to heal for our next battle,” Rita pointed out, taking out their OhgerCaliber to summon God Papillion.

“You are not going anywhere,” She yanked their mask, pulling them back.

They turned to face her, a face (or quarter of a face to be exact) of confusion, “Didn’t you say I needed a few days to recover?”

“Not in Gokkan. The cold will make it take even longer for your wound to heal and may get it infected,” She explained, taking out her own OhgerCaliber. “So, you are coming with me to Ishabana,”

A giggle came from Gira, most likely laughing about the hilarity of their situation. Himeno glared at him, he didn’t stop.

“What’s your problem?”

“So you’re basically kidnapping them. Are you going to do the same to Kaguragi?” He joked.

“Don’t drag me into this!”

“You and Yanma had a completely different reason!” She defended herself. “I’m trying to make sure someone here doesn't die from their own injury!”

The trip back to Ishabana was awkward. Neither of them muttered a word until they got out of God Kamakiri.

“Your majesty, are they staying over for the night?” Sebastian asked, gesturing to Rita behind her.

“A few nights until their wound is recovered,”

“But you don’t have a–” She didn’t bother listening to what he had to say before dragging Rita by the arm to her room.

“So you’ll be staying here while you recover,” She smiled, showing them her spacious room.

“Isn’t this your room?”

“What about it?”

“There’s one bed,” So that was what Sebastian was trying to tell her.

“I’ll deal with it later, just rest for now,”

Somehow, just somehow, she found a way.

“You sure are an interesting Queen, Himeno Ran,” Rita commented, using her full name.

“Why’s that Rita Kanisuka?” She shot back from her couch.

“Most of your comments are about yourself, you build yourself on being self-centered. But here you are letting me use your bed instead,” They explained.

“Oh, so you want to share the bed with me?” She teased, getting up from her position.

Rita went silent for a few moments, trying to process what she just said, “It’s not that,” their voice lowered down, “It’s more like that it sounds hypocritical of you to be acting this way,”

“What if I told you I have my reasons for acting this way?” Himeno slowly began to approach them.

“I would not be surprised. After all, it is quite common for many to hide their true intentions behind a fake personality. Although the tendency is to use a more positive and trustable personality than one that is more likely to incite distrust,” They explained, “But then again, Gira. So it can go either way,”

“And you don’t think you hide behind a fake personality?” She asked.

“In order to stay neutral, I must stay true to myself and my Kingdom. I cannot let other motivations or ideas distract me.”

“Did I ever mention that you are such an interesting ruler to me?”

“Not that I can remember,”

“Well there. I think you are an interesting ruler,” Himeno smiled. The two of them were almost face to face. “Do you want to know why I’m like this right now?”

Rita looked away for a moment, most likely considering the pros and cons of each option, “Yes.”

“Alright so one more question. How comfortable are you with physical contact?” She checked. As much as Himeno wanted to give Rita the answer they were looking for, their boundaries were important.

“Relatively alright,” They responded.

“The face too right?” Rita looked at her with confusion before slowly nodding their head.

“Pull down your mask,” She commanded, hopping onto the bed. Himeno’s heart was racing, she was so close to Rita now.

Rita slowly obliged, pulling down their mask. She looked at their face for the third time now, those damn kissable lips now in front of her eyes. With her right hand on the head rest, she dived, letting their lips meet.

Rita’s lips were sweet and cold, surprising for the former given that Gokkan was the last place one would grow plants in.

Himeno quickly pulled away, trying to not make the situation even more awkward than it already was, “Satisfied?”

Rita stared back at her, a small blush present on their face.

“Is this why you gave me a flower at Gokkan?” They asked. It was weird seeing their lips actually moving instead of just hearing their voice from underneath their mask.

“Yes.” Himeno replied, slowly getting off the bed to go to the couch. She had gotten her feelings off her chest at the very least.

“Don’t go,” Rita mumbled, arm reaching out to grab hers. That stopped Himeno in her tracks, dragging her back slightly.

She turned her head to look at them, “Why?”

“I enjoyed that,” They admitted. “As much as I don’t want to let this affect me, I don’t know if I’ll be able to not think about that,”

Himeno let out a tiny gasp, unable to process what she just heard. Carefully, she got back into her bed, fingers now intertwined with Rita’s. Using her remaining hand, she brushed away the hair covering their other eye.

“You look prettier with both eyes showing, you know?” She smirked as she kissed their forehead. They didn’t reply, only playing with her hair, a small smile on their face.

Himeno let her arm wrap around their core, as if she was trying to protect their wound from further harm. Quickly, the exhaustion from the battle set in, no longer being held back by her adrenaline.

She felt her eyelids slowly shut as Rita pulled her closer, embracing her warm body. Before sleep consumed her she heard them mumble an “I love you,”

“I love you too,”

#fanfic #writing #himerita #rita kanisuka #Himeno ran #Super Sentai #KingOhger #Tokusatsu

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thebattleofstarcourt · 2 years

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Both sound very nice! But I think the first one appeals most to me!!!

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eddie munson x gn!reader

warnings: none

a/n: the fact that eddie’s age doesn’t make sense is not my fault it’s the duffers! but since dubious aging kind of goes against my own personal morality, eddie and steve are the same age/year and reader is the same age/year as nancy and robin.

crashing on the wheeler’s basement couch shouldn’t have been as relaxing as it was, but, surprisingly, it was the best sleep you’ve gotten since this vecna shit started in the first place. no threats of your favorite little moody redhead getting possessed by the upside-down’s new big-bad, and you barely had to think about the fact that your old best friend was being framed for murder. well, at least until —

“henderson! henderson – fuck – i’ve got a problem here!”

you sighed and picked up the walkie that was buzzing on the coffee table. “eddie?” you asked, yawning into the receiver.

“yeah, yeah, shit.” he said, lowering his voice to a whisper. “i’m gonna need some back up over here.”

“what’s wrong?” you asked, sitting up abruptly.

“i’m, like, 99% sure jason carver and his goons are here to gut me like a fish.” he said, his shallow breathing echoing loudly in the mic. “i saw some headlights and when they opened the doors i heard that shitty fucking wham! song–”

“shit.” you jumped up and quickly grabbed steve’s keys from the table, practically bulldozing yourself out the wheeler’s house.

“well, i dont know if they’re gonna gut me. maybe they’ll snap all my bones in half like a glowstick, or something.”

“eddie, calm down.” you said. “i’ll be there in 10, so just shut the hell up and stay low, okay?”

you took the silence as an affirmation and started the car.

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to absolutely no one’s surprise, eddie munson did not stay low.

and that’s precisely what ended up getting the two of you stranded at (the make-out rock). you both sat underneath the sledge of rock, soggy and breathless, from your swim in the lake. your ill-fitting t-shirt you stole from mike’s closet stuck to your chest like a hungry leech, and gave absolutely no insolation to the cool night air on your drenched skin. just as you were about to complain about the goosebumps travelling up your arms, you looked over at eddie, whose leather jacket and jean vest combo made the wetness look that much more uncomfortable.

“you should take your jackets off.” you told him. “those can’t be comfortable.”

he noticed your shivering and shrugged off his leather jacket and handed it to you. “if you wanted my jacket you could’ve just asked.”

“i didn’t just want the jacket,” you said, throwing it onto your back. “although this feels better.”

he let out a quiet laugh and started fiddling with the rings on his fingers.

“where did you get them?”

“huh?”

“the rings,” you pointed at them. “where’d you get them?”

“oh,” he said. “uh, mostly flea markets and shit.” he took off the silver pig’s head and showed it to you. “wayne got me this one for my 18th. he found it at a pawn shop i think.”

“they look cool.” you said. “adds to the whole, badass metal thing you’ve got going on.”

“thanks.” he snorted. “i decided to really throw myself into the look after i grew my hair out.”

“yeah,” you said. “i’m glad you did. you always wanted to look like ozzy osborne.”

he laughed. “it’s hard to look like ozzy with a buzzcut.”

“i’m sure you could’ve made it work.” you said. “hey, do you remember the time in 7th grade when we stole your dad’s weed and smoked it out of an apple?”

“oh, of course. we got so stoned we could barely move.” he said. “do you remember the time you dressed up like a fairy for my birthday party?”

“it was dungeons and dragons themed!”

“you wore glittery wings from the halloween store.”

“well, it’s not like you would help me pick out the costume!”

“that would’ve ruined the surprise,” he said.

“yeah, yeah.” you rolled your eyes. “you know, i’ve still got the crown you made me for it.”

his eyes widened. “seriously?” he asked. “how the hell is that still intact?”

“whenever it breaks i tape it back together,” you said.

“oh,” he said.

“is that surprising?” you laughed.

“a little.” he admitted. “kind of assumed you’d throw it away or something.”

“of course not.” you said. “that’s still, like, the sweetest thing someone’s ever given to me.”

“it’s made out of stotch tape and sticks i found in my backyard.” he deadpanned.

“but you made it for me,” you said. “and don’t sell yourself short, munson. you glued on this beautiful, big red jewel on it. it was like, the highlight of my 12 year-old life.”

“what’d do your friends say about it?” he asked.

“i don’t think they’ve seen it.” you said. “i keep it in a box under my bed.”

“ah,” he pursed his lips, “yeah, that’s about right.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?” you asked.

“it means that it would’ve been weird for you, the monarch of hawkins high, to have satanic memorabilia on display.” he wiggled his fingers at the reference of his favorite board game.

“c’mon, eddie.” you said. “you know i’m not like that.”

“how am i supposed to know?” he asked. “we were friends in middle school before you got all hot and cool and then we… weren’t.”

“well, it’s not like you made an effort to talk to me.” you defended.

he laughed. “yeah, ‘cause me walking over to the popular table with kids like jason carver – who is literally trying to kill me right now, might i add – would’ve turned out peachy keen.”

“you’re… probably right.” you sighed, putting your face in your hands. “fuck, i’m sorry eddie. i should’ve done something–”

“woah, slow down.” he said, pulling your hands away. “i don’t blame you, like at all. i didn’t expect you to stand up for me just because we were friends when we were 12.”

“doesn’t mean it wasn’t fucked up of me not to.” you said. “i just… wanted to be liked so bad, i just kinda… forgot who i was. like, one day i woke up and became totally unrecognizable.” you laughed. “and then this whole upside-down shit happened, and i thought if i started filling up all my time with football games and parties then no one would be able to tell that i was so… not normal.”

“high school’s the fuckin’ worst. being popular and shit seems like it’s life or death but nothing matters once we’re out of it.” he said, pulling his long hair between his fingers. “but, if it’s worth anything, i’ve always liked you.”

you snorted. “seriously?”

“yeah.” he nodded. “always.”

“i kind of thought you hated me,” you admitted.

“i kind of thought the same thing.”

“never.” you shook your head. “even when you’re standing on the lunch tables i always think you’re cool. way cooler than me, or jason, or harrington.”

his cheeks flushed at your words, he hid it with a tamed smirk. “wow,” he said. “the town freak being cooler than the basketball and swim team captain? you better hold off before my ego gets even bigger.”

“you’ve got more guts than carver for sure. standing up for what you believe in even when you know people are gonna shit on you? that’s cooler than throwing balls into laundry baskets.”

he laughed. “glad you appreciated that one, i was sitting on it for a while.”

you smiled, looking over at his big brown eyes for the first time that night. despite the fact that his hair was still drenched, and his once white baseball tee was now a dingy brown color, he still wore this charm that made him look permanently alluring. you don’t know if it was the shit you’ve just gone through, the heavy conversation, or the old crush you used to have on him resurfacing for the first time in 6 years, but you couldn’t help but melt in his sweet gaze.

“you think – ya’ know, once this vecna shit’s all over – i could, maybe, come over sometime?”

“you asking me to hang out?”

“yeah, i,” you faltered. “i kinda miss hanging out and smoking with you.”

he grinned, teeth and everything. “i’d love that.”

“that means you can’t die on me, alright?” you said. “no more dumb decisions.”

“i think i can manage that.”

#wc:1.4k #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson #joseph quinn #joseph quinn fanfiction #eddie munson fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n

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Perfect For Me Chapter 2

Mike-208 isn’t sure where he is right now. All he knows is it is very hard to see, everything is unfocused, blurry. He was doing something important at one point, ‘What was it’, he thinks as he wakes it feels like his brain is rebooting slowly like he’s running Windows 95, just painfully slow. While he’s thinking his feeling starts to come back he begins to take in the world around him. ‘He’s hot why, why is it so hot, it feels gross like a sticky hot.’ After the feeling, comes the voices but they are droning voices, echoing and unfocused he can’t understand what they’re saying. He moves his hand intending to touch his face, cover his eyes try to focus, but his hand hits something before it makes it. Curiously he spreads his fingers out, to feel the obstruction then it clicks, ‘It’s my helmet. He’s still in his armor, then why is it so hot the suits have climate control he shouldn’t be feeling like this.’ He focuses on his vision again blinking the world into clarity once more. It looks like he’s in a med bay, a few people are standing around him wearing medical uniforms. Mike goes to sit up, but one of the people puts a hand on his armored chest and stops him.

“Stay down, 208 it’s too dangerous for you to stand right now,” the man states. Mike turns his helmet towards his voice.

“Why is it so hot, is my suit broken?,” he asks his voice sounds a little whiny, further expressing his discomfort. The undisclosed man chuckled lightly at 208’s question.

“No, your suits not broken, thankfully. You manifested during a mission and crashed your Pelican.”

“Manifested!,” Mike interrupted. “Am I as alpha, like my sisters? I don’t remember them saying anything about it felling so...horrible though.”

The assumed doctor shook his head, “No, 208 you manifested as an omega a very...dominate omega, your pheromones are so strong we have to keep you in your suit or they’ll cause some...major issues,” he said as a matter of factually. Mike went still even his breathing stopped, his helmet still turned towards the doctor. His thoughts start to run wild,‘An omega...no way he’s too old, omegas usually manifest when they’re around 14 years old he’s over 20 that’s way too late,...no wonder he feels so sick. Oh, wait if he’s an omega that means he’ll be separated from all his sisters. They are all alphas it would be to risky for him to go back now.’

“208, are you okay?,” the doctor said as he witnessed the change in the Spartan’s posture.“Don’t worry we’re going to get you though your manifestation safely, your pheromones won’t spread if we keep your suit sealed,” he said as he patted the Spartans chest a few times, like a car salesmen thumping on the roof of a car. Mike relaxed again taking a deep breath to calm himself down, he tried to take a drink from the suits on board water supply. The suit beeped at him a little icon showed up on the HUD informing him there was no water canister equipped. Mike turned to the doctor again, “My suits out of water,” he simply stated with disappointment rolling off the words. The doctor motioned to one of the others in the room who picked up a new reservoir, ‘Seems like they already had one prepared.,’ Mike thought. The man placed the reservoir into the suits compartment, Mike took a few gulps as soon as it was available. Not very long after he started drifting back to sleep, ‘They drugged my water,’ he thought as the darkness took him.

A/N: I need a better title I think I'll have to think about it I guess. Also if your wondering why Caboose doesn't sound for lack of a better word right now, 'dumb'. If because the major change hasn't happened yet he has some from the pheromone blockage he experienced but nothing major right now. Plus in my AU I'm not going to make him 'dumb' especially not in his head when he's in his head he's more or less fine, it's when he tries to talk things get jumbled.

#rvb #red vs blue #omegaverse #boosington #washingboose #rvb caboose #agent washington #michael j caboose #bear's fic

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I see nothing but the candle in the mirror

Chapter 3: There was never such a night before

“The Barclay-Fullerton Comet, discovered in 1923, is making its return, passing over Earth almost a hundred years after its first sighting. To the naked eye, the comet will appear to pause over Earth at its highest point before continuing its orbit.”

Addy reads the article from the NASA website out loud, comparing the specifics of the comet with the archaic ritual Bess had found deep in the archives. Everyone is crowded around her, accepting that they need her scientific prowess for this. Bess had been easing her into the supernatural crime-fighting (with the exception of the disastrous Long Night Ball, which was basically a crash course on witchcraft and a 200-year-old maniac).

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Even in the intervening two years, where there have been all manner of ghosts, ghouls, and demons that they’ve gone up against, Addy has been in the loop but hasn’t directly participated in a ritual until now, and Nancy is grateful for her. She’s grateful for all of them.

“The ritual says we need a comet that ‘stops like an arrow piercing the earth' and this one seems to fit the bill. So we'll wait until the Barclay-Fullerton Comet is at its peak and then we’ll perform the cleansing ritual. We can start collecting the ingredients for the spell tomorrow.”

With that, Bess closes her book and places her hand on Addy's shoulder. Ace is the first one of them to speak.

“NASA said 100 years since discovery. When is the comet going to be over Earth?”

She loves how his brain works, so on par with hers. That had been her first question too when Bess had called Addy to see what she knew about comets. So she knows the answer and says it before Addy can.

“One month. We have one month until the comet is in orbit over Horseshoe Bay.”

His eyes flicker between her and Bess.

“Is that enough time? To prepare the ritual? Or will we have to wait another 100 years?”

Bess nods, a look of steely reserve on her face.

“It'll be close, but since we have access to Icarus Hall and the Historical Society, we should be able to make it work.”

She pauses, then after a beat adds, “We will be able to make it work, Ace, I promise you.”

They exchange a look, and Nancy's heart clenches because she’s not the only one affected by this. She’s glad Temperance cut the forecast short and didn’t make Nancy live through telling Bess that Ace was dead. She feels a catch in her throat and swallows, hard, unwilling to cry now, when they’re so close.

Bess continues, outlining some of the ingredients they’ll need, many of which come with time constraints. A mushroom stolen from a grave at the witching hour, saltwater collected under a new moon, but again, no blood, thankfully. It feels right that to remove Temperance’s curse, they won’t be using her horrible blood magic.

With instructions to meet tomorrow at the Historical Society for further assignments, Bess waves them out and retreats to the archives, Addy behind her. Nancy lingers in the office, wanting a moment with him, alone, and she notices he’s doing the same. But so is George. Nancy side-eyes her, and George side-eyes right back, her eyebrows raised. They’re locked in a staring contest until Ace clears his throat and they both snap around to look at him.

“George, doesn’t Nick need you at the youth center?” He asks, the picture of innocent questioning.

George just scoffs. “Yeah right. We’re a month away from fixing this fucking curse. No way I’m letting you or Handsy Drew screw this up.”

Nancy opens her mouth to protest, to remind George of her incredible self-control honed over the last two years, but she flushes instead because damn it, George is right. She had, when she’d decided to stay behind, thought of several ways to test the limits of the curse and the protection spell, including but not limited to potentially accidentally brushing her hand against Ace's. And if he picked up on that and wanted to maybe run his thumb over her knuckles, who was she to stand in his way?

So instead of defending herself, she just sighs deeply, annoyed. George smirks, knowing she’s won.

“Come on Drew. I’ll drive you to the Claw. We’ll get you some water, maybe let you sit in the freezer for old time's sake.”

At that, Nancy sputters but allows George to grab her by the arm and drag her out the door. She can feel Ace watching them go and when she turns back for just a moment, she catches a smile on his face before he turns to follow Bess into the archives.

Their friends, for all of their other virtues, are not subtle. Nancy notices that with almost everything on the table and the comet drawing nearer, she and Ace are never left alone. Her favorite chaperone is Addy, who seems a little confused as to why she has to babysit two grown adults, but never denies that she’s there as a chaperone. George is also forthright about why she’s glaring at them, sometimes while holding her crowbar, but she’s more aggressive about it than Addy (see exhibit 1, the crowbar).

She’s past the point of wishing for accidental touches that turn into more. She'd settle for being able to tell him she likes his scarf without one of their friends pretending that they’re not listening to her every word.

Ace seems to be fine with their ever-present third wheels, which makes her stomach shift uneasily. She almost confides in Nick about how she’s worried that Ace has decided she isn’t worth it, that he doesn’t want her anymore, but that feels too close to acting on her feelings, and she doesn’t want to fuck it up this late in the game. So maybe her friends are right and she does need a chaperone, someone to give pointed looks or cleared throats, or once, memorably, a full-on scream when she gets too close to him physically or emotionally.

The calendar hung up at Icarus Hall has the date of the comet’s arrival circled in red ink, and every morning she crosses another day off, counting down until things can return to normal. There are seven days left, and all the ingredients, minus a few that will be procured at the moment right before the ritual is cast, are collected at the Society. They’ll perform the ritual itself at the Veil, the location of the cursing, and thinking about returning there, where she killed Temperance and cursed Ace makes her nauseous. She’s been to the youth center many times since that night, but not to the concrete slab where everything happened.

A couple more days slip by, and Nancy starts looking into a case for Carson, just so she has something to do besides sit at the Historical Society and pester Bess, asking her to go over every aspect of the ritual over and over again. Instead, she finds herself tailing the person Carson thinks is actually guilty of his client's crime to Main Street, right by the youth center. She watches as he grabs a package from under a mailbox and she snaps several pictures, sending them to Carson, even though you can’t tell what’s inside the package. She stows her camera in its spot in her car and pockets her phone when she notices that she’s parked directly in front of the paved youth center yard. Kids are playing 4-square right next to the spot where the world almost cracked open. She’s filled with a sudden impulse to stand there and feel whatever feelings she has for the spot before she has to stand there under the arc of a comet in three days.

Before she can chicken out and drive away, she leaves her car and heads into the youth center. Inside, she sees all four Fan girls, George looking at her with eyebrows raised. She just waves and them and continues past to the door that opens onto the outdoor space. Nick is there, supervising the kids playing outside, so she walks to him. She needs to do this alone, not dodging out of the way of the rubber ball being tossed around. It takes some time to convince him, but by the time she’s done arguing her case, he just shrugs.

“It’s time to go in anyway. Take all the time you need.”

He pats her shoulder as he starts rounding up kids to get them back inside. Once they’re all gone, she goes over to the concrete slab where she first took a life. It’s been paved over, courtesy of Nick and the money he got selling George’s engagement ring (she doesn’t hold it against him, except when he’s beating her at game night). They all felt the lingering dread that came from the torn ground, and they were all glad to see it paved over again. Even with the two-year-old asphalt covering it, she can still see everything exactly as it was. Where she stood and watched as yet another of her female family members died. She doesn’t regret Temperance's death, but she does regret all the pain that Temperance caused. Had she been less distracted, she may have seen the trap Temperance set for them. Then they could have avoided all of this.

Tears roll down her cheeks, and she wipes them away before crouching down and placing her hand where the Veil between the two realities was. She doesn’t feel anything, no lingering magic, no echo of Temperance. It’s just a spot of asphalt on a playground. That’s when she hears someone approach, a set of footsteps she knows she’d be able to place anywhere. He’s there and he’s hovering a few feet away as she stands and turns to look at him.

This time she’s the one who reaches out and pauses, his name choked out from her dry mouth. She doesn’t trust herself. Not here, where it feels like yesterday that she told him that she was letting Temperance go for them, sacrificing Horseshoe Bay to give them a chance, before realizing that she wouldn’t be able to live with herself if anything happened to the town. So she just stands there, hand slightly outstretched, mouth agape, just looking at him. And he looks back before glancing at her hand. Before she can lower it and apologize, he steps closer and reaches for her.

She’s shocked. It’s been so long since he’s touched her, has felt like forever. And now she understands why their friends thought they needed babysitting. Just his hand on hers and her entire body feels like it’s on fire. She craves more contact, wants more of him pressed to her, but this already feels like tempting fate. She looks up at him and can see in his eyes that he feels the same. His grip tightens on her hand and he says her name, his voice strangled.

And it’s that, her name on his lips that makes her come back to herself, remember where she is, what’s at stake. So she steps back, her fingers gliding across his palm as she lets go. She doesn’t want to run from him, to leave him standing alone like she did in his apartment. So she does something dangerous.

“We can’t do this. Not right now.”

She lets those three words linger. So close to a confession. So full of promise for a future she is still unsure about. His eyes widen slightly and she knows he understands what she means. So she brushes past him, taking the opportunity to touch his shoulder lightly. She doesn’t stop until she’s in the safety of her car, breathing deeply. She drops her forehead to the steering wheel.

Three days, she thinks. Just three more days.

The day of the comet's appearance dawns, unseasonably sunny and while a normal person would see that as a good omen, it worries Nancy. This might be their only chance. Bess might be able to find another ritual, but she isn’t sure how much more she can take. She’s largely useless the entire day, distracted. She spends time with her dads, half-listening as Carson goes over details of the next case he needs her on and while Ryan shows off a new artifact that he’s going to drop off at the Historical Society tomorrow. She can tell they know she’s distracted as they watch her pour another cup of coffee, Ryan subtly moving her still half-full first cup to the sink.

The hours crawl past until finally, finally, it’s time. Nick, George, and Addy are already at the youth center, setting up there, but Nancy heads to the Historical Society where Bess is grabbing a few last-minute components. Her heart stutters when she sees Florence at the curb.

Soon-soon-soon-soon repeats over and over in her mind. She shakes her head, clearing the chant from her mind. She needs to focus now, needs all her attention on the ritual. She enters the Historical Society and hears Bess calling for Ace to bring her…paprika? Nancy stands in the door of the small kitchen, watching Bess frantically stir something. She clears her throat and Bess whips around.

“Nancy!” She exclaims. “Excellent, you’re here. I need some of your hair. And can you stir this?”

A wooden spoon is thrust into her hand and she’s being forced over to the stove and a pot of macaroni, which is…not what she expected. But she dutifully puts the spoon back into the pot and stirs.

“I’ll be right back,” Bess calls, “I just need to find my scissors. Have Ace add the paprika once he finds it.”

Nancy frowns into the pot. She’s still staring at the bubbling macaroni when she hears a soft “oh”. She looks up and he’s watching her, jar of paprika in his hand. His gaze is soft as he looks at her and her resolve snaps. The chant of soon takes up again in her mind. There are only a few hours left until the curse is lifted, and she can’t get ahead of herself like this. She clears her throat.

“Bess told me you should add that.”

He shakes his head a little like he’s clearing it, and she watches how his hair moves along with the movement. They’re both frozen staring at each other when Bess breezes back into the room.

“Nancy! The pot!”

She jolts, seeing the pot almost boil over, and swears, stirring quickly.

“Nevermind that. Give Ace the spoon. I need a lock of your hair. Ace, the paprika?”

Ace shakes his head again and Nancy is nearly transfixed a second time. But instead, she holds out the spoon and lets him take her spot at the stove. Bess guides her to a chair and cocks her head, looking Nancy over. She circles around her, scissors pressed against her lips. Finally, she steps up to Nancy and takes a tendril of hair from the nape of Nancy's neck, snipping it with the scissors.

Nancy's newly liberated hair clasped in her hand, Bess leaves them again and they sit in comfortable silence, Ace still stirring the macaroni. She thinks this could have been their future, could still be if everything goes well. She’s brought out of this dream by Bess returning, a basket over her arm.

“Are we ready?”

Nancy looks at Bess, then at the stove.

“Bess, what about your macaroni?”

“Oh, I’ll get to that later,” she says. “Ace can just put that in the fridge.”

As Ace transfers the food to a storage container, Bess leans in to whisper to Nancy.

“Ace was driving me crazy today, so I had to give him something to do. And this was the best option.”

They load the last of the ingredients for the ritual into Florence’s trunk. Nancy pauses at the passenger door, not sure she wants to sit in the front. She normally wouldn’t hesitate, but tonight her head is filled again with images of another car ride, him next to her and then him in the ditch. So she chooses the back seat, pushing the front forward to slide in. He looks at her in the rearview mirror, a question in his eyes. She is saved from figuring out what to do by Bess sitting in the front seat, exclaiming “Onwards!”

The drive to the youth center is quiet. The only sound is Bess muttering under her breath, ensuring she has everything exactly right. Once they’re there, setup goes quickly. Bess draws a glyph in sidewalk chalk and sets a candle to the north, an empty jar to the east, a bowl of freshwater to the south, and a lump of clay to the west. While she’s doing that, George is grinding up the graveyard mushroom to mix with the ocean water to form a paste, which she then wipes on Nancy's brow. Addy and Ace are messing with the telescope, tracking the comet on NASA's website. Nick sits next to Nancy, patting her occasionally on the shoulder. She’s grateful for him, keeping her calm. She can’t look at Ace without feeling like her heart is going to burst out of her chest, so she focuses on Bess, who is now holding the bowl of mushroom paste and covering the backs of her hands with it.

A nebulous amount of time passes with Bess flitting around and checking her books. Then Addy's voice calls out “Bess, it’s almost time. We should see the comet in about five minutes.”

Bess nods and pulls the last few items from her basket. The lock of Nancy's hair, now braided, Ace's lighter, a pendent, and another empty jar. Then she calls over Nancy, directing her to stand at the center of the glyph, equidistant from each of the four points. And then they pause, waiting, everyone watching the sky. It’s a beautiful night, the skies clear and dark. And then suddenly, there’s a blaze of light and Bess snaps into action, sparking the lighter and holding the braid of hair to the flame. As the acrid scent of burning hair fills the air, Nancy looks up and sees the comet. It truly appears to be paused right over her head. She’s still gazing at the comet as Bess drops the smoldering hair into the empty jar and blows the smoke rising from it toward Nancy, who looks away from the comet as Bess starts chanting in an archaic language. The last thing she remembers is Ace calling her name as her knees buckle and she falls to the ground, in a halo of light that seems to be coming from the comet.

She comes to a short while later, Bess holding something under her nose. The candle has blown out, and the water in the bowl is evaporated. She looks at Bess, who nods to the jar that once held her burning hair, but now holds amorphous smoke that shifts and moves. Nancy lets out a sigh of relief and suddenly, finally, recognizes the firm hands on her shoulders, the person who is kneeling behind her. She reaches up to grasp his hand and she hears his choked, relieved laugh. She uses her other hand to push herself up, turning to throw her arms around him. He clutches her to his chest, and she feels his lips press to her forehead.

She’s so wrapped up in him, in the feeling of his body against hers that she doesn’t realize that their friends have removed the evidence of their ritual, except for the glyph they’re still kneeling in. Nick will wash it away tomorrow, erasing the last piece of the spell, the last reminder of the curse. Ace pushes her hair behind her ear, running his fingers over the space where Bess cut the strand they used for the ritual. She leans into his touch and when his palm comes to rest on her cheek, his other arm still wrapped around her, she looks at him, eyes blazing, and surges up, kissing him.

Finally, finally, finally, finally

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Anberlin – Convinced

It’s a great feeling when a band you’ve followed from the beginning of their early days makes a record that seems so fully realized and impactful to their legacy. Anberlin had just released a stellar EP last year, called Silverline, that found them returning to releasing new music for the first time in eight years, and now we’re all treated to some new tunes from the rockers with Convinced. With a sound that reminds listeners of why they became so enamored with the band in the first place, Anberlin still moves the needle of creativity further down the right path. The EP was self-produced by the band, alongside help from their friends Tim McTague (of Underoath), Chad Carouthers, and JJ Revell. At this stage of their career, Anberlin could have become content with releasing “safe” music that satisfies their fans, but there’s something different in the musical DNA of this band that is evolving at an alarming rate. Instead, Anberlin may have just convinced themselves into exploring just how far down the rabbit hole they’d like to navigate. With the only single to be released from the set to date leading the way, “Lacerate” starts off the record with a brooding, synth-laden approach to their sound that explodes into an aggressive chorus. Lead singer, Stephen Christian handles the weighty lyrical material with grace and poise, and further showcases his limitless vocal range by going from a whisper to an impressive growl with ease. The guitar parts by Joey Milligan and Christian McAlhaney are some of the heaviest riffs that Anberlin have put to tape yet, and yet the material never strays too far into the darkness. ”Decoder” is a great, straight-forward rocker that comes in and blows the doors off the hinges, delivers the thrills, and bows out gracefully in just over two and half minutes of rock and roll bliss. Drummer Nate Young really does a nice job of keeping the tempo in check throughout the various parts, and his playing accentuates each of the pointed lyrics. “Banshee” follows with some more electronic programming, while Anberlin slows things down for a bit to allow the material to breathe a bit, and take a pop-centered approach to the music. “Animals” is a very creative, slow-burn of a song that unfolds with professional swagger and picks up steam at just the right moments in time to keep the listener engaged, while still unsure of where they’ll turn to next. The track has an industrial feel to it, much like NIN paired with the dark themes found on No Devotion’s No Oblivion. Convinced leaves its most remarkable moment for last, on the expansive, near 8-minute closer “Nothing More,” that opens with vibrant 80’s-esque synths and breathy vocals from Stephen Christian that navigate the audience to the end of this journey. The twists and turns found throughout the closer are paired with an underrated bass line by Deon Rexroat that keeps the momentum going strong until the sound of crashing waves are all that the listener is left with. This EP is a remarkable odyssey by a band who’s never been afraid to push the boundaries of their sound and the possibilities of themselves as musicians. Anberlin’s Convinced still has the core parts of what makes the band so electric, dynamic, and fun to listen to, yet the imaginative direction they took on this collection of songs embrace the fleeting moments in life that come and go. Much like the waves that wash over the mix at the end of the record, Anberlin continue to reinvent themselves and prepare to start anew at a time when so many artists are looking for their original footing. --- Please consider becoming a member so we can keep bringing you stories like this one. ◎ https://chorus.fm/reviews/anberlin-convinced/

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CREEL’S CLOCKS. [#2]

Summary: 001′s attempt to locate his family is interrupted. Warnings: Mentions of child experimentation/abuse. Author’s Note: N/A.

So far, 001 hasn’t come to understand what differentiates a blood brother from a regular brother. Eddie’s answers have been both verbose and dramatic, though never conclusive. He’s beginning to wonder if it’s something the other made up just to sound cool.

He’s been in and out of the Munson trailer for the better half of a week now. When Wayne goes to work, they run amuck around Eddie’s place. When he’s home, the boy hovers in the woods on the outskirts of the trailer park, or crashes in Gareth’s basement. He can’t pinpoint why, but he’s scared of Wayne knowing who he is. There’s something terrifying about being known– about anybody being able to put a name ( or a number ) to his face– and he doesn’t trust older men in the slightest. While Eddie sings the man’s praises, 001 feels he’s being charitable. It doesn’t make sense that a guardian can be good to the ones they take under their wing. How do they grow if not through abuse? How do they persevere if not through adversity? How is it a mutually beneficial relationship if one is constantly giving, giving, giving?

Maybe Eddie’s function is constantly saying good things about his benefactor. Maybe the way he makes the elder feel as if he’s worth keeping around is by stroking his ego, and lulling others into a false sense of security around him.

001 doesn’t think he’ll feel secure around Wayne. He’s too suspicious. He knows too much about the way that people work.

“So, what do you know about your parents so far?”

It��s a question that Eddie likes to ask — as if the answer will be different since the last time he’d asked it.

“I do not know,” 001 replies, his expression grave as he sits on the ratty couch. While the other boys lounge, he sits straight and compact, his hands in his lap. He’s still borrowing Eddie’s things, though at this point he has one of Gareth’s flannels and a pair of Jeff’s shoes at his disposal too. “I told you, Papa must have stolen me away when I was a baby. I remember nothing.”

Eddie groans, head thrown back theatrically. “How are we supposed to find ‘em? You don’t know your name. You don’t know where you used to live. This ‘Papa’ guy told you nothing. Christ, you don’t even know your own birthday!”

001 sits in silence. He knows there’s something he can try, but honestly, between keeping his eye on these three boys and dodging Uncle Wayne, he hasn’t had much time to sit and attempt it. His powers haven’t yet come up. It feels both liberating and strange, for he’s always been around for a greater purpose. He may be powerful, may be able to harness such an unholy amount of energy that he classifies as a weapon of mass destruction, but simply existing as ‘001’ for a while has been a welcome change of pace.

No lessons.

No missions.

No deadlines

Just three unremarkable boys that are juggling him like a hot potato.

“There is something I can try,” he says, hands clasping as he leans forwards in his seat. It’s the most natural pose he’s struck thus far, looking ever so slightly comfortable as he leans against the thin wooden table. “But I am going to need a clock. And some candles.”

“What for?” Jeff asks, gnawing at one of his knuckles apprehensively.

001 catches his eye, then looks at the table. “Believe me. It will be easier just to show you.”

As nice as the quiet has been, they’ll never make any progress if 001 doesn’t utilise his abilities. He can’t stay in this trailer forever. He needs a stable home — a stable life.

Eddie stands up, a wide grin on his face. “Lucky for you, I got both of those!”

The group watches as he darts into his room, returning with a little red clock. It’s old, its paint scuffed and its bells scratched. 001 can quite clearly envision a disgruntled Eddie striking it from his nightstand whenever it wakes him for school. As he picks it up, he’s drawn in by its simple face, the roman numerals still a bold black in spite of how beat up the rest of it is. The tick it emits is quiet, but its consistency is wonderful.

His long, unblinking stare is interrupted by Eddie tossing a handful of candles and a lighter onto the table, an uncharacteristic jump earned from the usually-stoic boy.

“Time to light it up, baby.”

Gareth reaches behind them to tug the blinds down, bathing the trailer in relative darkness. Even without being told what he’s going to do, they’re accommodating him. 001 doesn’t know whether to feel grateful or uneasy. Just how have these people been passing the time to be so excited about setting some candles alight?

They’re lit in quick succession, settled on the table in a crude circle within their respective holders, and 001 shifts until he can settle the clock behind him. It’s close to his head, blocked from sight by his straight posture, its monotone tick flowing in one ear and out of the other. The boy takes in a deep breath before letting his eyes fall closed.

“... now what?” Gareth asks, ever impatient.

“Now, be quiet.”

He’s never had an audience quite like this before. All of the people that have observed him in his life have been acutely aware of what he can do. These boys are not only clueless, they expect nothing, and they’re not out for blood. It almost makes it harder for him to block them out.

Focus now. Listen to the clock.

001 lets his mind drift. The thoughts in his brain stretch thin like paint, the colour bleeding out of them as he hones in on that ever expansive darkness. With enough focus, he can envision himself standing in the centre of it, the void expanding around him like an endless black blanket. The trailer is no more, the only thing of note being the ticking of Eddie’s small clock. It has a slightly echoey quality to it, and with every fourth elongated tick, a haunting chime rings out.

He can’t look for his parents. He doesn’t know anything about them, so he cannot visualise them, and therefore can’t locate them. No, to get close to finding out anything, he’ll have to contact the very man he wishes not to see again. Only Doctor Brenner knows the faces of the people he took him from.

“It’s creepy…” Jeff mumbles, watching 001’s eyes roll from side to side behind his eyelids.

“Shut up,” Eddie retorts, both fascinated and nervous. “He’s doing something.”

As if on cue, the light in the living room flickers on, before the bulb splinters and rains glass all over the carpet. Gareth barely keeps from yelping, looking at 001 with a look of confused, muted outrage. Just what the hell is this? What sort of bullshit is unfolding now? And why are they allowing it?

“That’s it. I’m pulling the plug.”

“Stop!” Eddie catches his arm, stopping him from jostling 001 from his trance. The candle flames veer sharply to the left, as if blown by wind, before straightening once more. “He knows what he’s doing.”

“How would you know?”

“I just know.”

The energy in the trailer is palpable. The hairs on the back of his neck are upright and quivering, heart thudding quickly in his chest. Eddie has never felt this strange before — as if the air has a current, as if the space he stands in is breathing, as if his skin is too tight and his mind is too still. It’s both mesmerising and terrifying.

It feels as if 001 is close to something, for his brow furrows the slightest bit–

– and then the trailer’s door opens swiftly.

Eddie, Gareth and Jeff yelp in surprise. 001 looks slightly dazed as he’s torn from the mindscape prematurely, blinking hard as if to place himself in the real world once more. Uncle Wayne has come home early, and whatever’s unfolding in his trailer, it’s clear that he’s confused by it.

For a long moment, nothing is said. The four boys stare back at Eddie’s confounded guardian in silence, illuminated only by the candles.

“... what’s goin’ on in here?”

The man speaks with a slight drawl, a drawstring bag held loosely in one hand. 001 observes his slightly slouched stance and droopy eyes, quickly surmising that he can likely outrun him if things turn sour. Though humans pose no feasible threat to him, he still feels nervous. The urge to run away seems to be triggered when he’s sharing space with elders.

Eddie barks out a nervous laugh, a hand clapping against the table. “Uh! We were… telling scary stories.”

His father may have been a crook, but Eddie is not a good liar. It sees his friends grimacing and rushing to his defence, nodding fervently and beginning to spin yarn about a creepy tale that doesn’t exist. 001 remains silent, torn between running away and attacking the man. When Wayne looks at him, he tears his gaze away, staring hard at the table. His skin is crawling. His head is loud. He wants to leave.

“Who’s your new friend?”

Eyes guiltily flit to 001, then back to Wayne. He doesn’t look angry. A little surprised, certainly, but not unpleasant. It doesn’t seem to offend him to have a stranger in his trailer.

001 gets the sense that he should say something — that he should assert himself before Wayne can get mad. Why does he feel like he’s in trouble? Why is his heart beating so hard? Why does he feel as if tipping the trailer upside-down and running away is the only logical response to the stress he’s under?

“I am–”

“He’s new on the block!” Eddie interrupts, moving to sling an arm around his neck. 001 cringes away, shoulders riding high as if he’s trying to put distance between them. “Yeah, uh, he moved here… a couple days ago.”

“Nice to meet you, kid. What’s your name?”

“I am–”

“Peter! His name’s Peter!”

Both Wayne and 001 give him funny looks, though for completely different reasons. Then, oh-so-subtly, the boy scowls. Why is Eddie lying? And why did he choose the worst name ever to use as his alias?

“No–”

“Why don’t you let the fella speak for himself, huh?”

Suddenly, 001’s mouth feels dry, heat spanning across the back of his neck. He’s never felt this incongruous before — like he needs to vacate the scene immediately, or risk feeling this uncomfortable for the rest of his days. In an odd moment of submission, he bows his head and makes himself small.

“... he is right. I am sorry to bother you, sir.”

An awkward silence passes, and 001 wants the floor to open up and swallow him whole. None of this makes sense to him. He could snap this man’s neck simply by thinking about it– could open up a portal to another goddamn realm and banish him to it if he wanted to. Why is he floundering? And why did he call him sir after he vowed never to address another person that way again? He suddenly feels grateful that the mother of three hadn’t tried to talk to him after all.

Wayne chuckles gently, breaking the tension. “Polite, ain’t’cha? We don’t get that much ‘round here. Wayne’s fine, kid.”

“You’re home early,” Eddie says, attempting to avert focus from the child that’s suddenly been rendered mute.

“They had more hands than they knew what to do with. Let me go early.”

As if on cue, Eddie, Gareth and Jeff move closer, engaging with him as if they’re all friends. 001 remains glued to the couch, severely uncomfortable as he watches them interact. They’re all so… jovial. It’s as if they like each other– as if they’re all on equal footing. He’s never experienced this before. There’s always been a clear disparity between him and the orderlies, between him and Papa. An uneven distribution of power. An overwhelming sense of control that belonged exclusively to the older party. To see these young boys cracking jokes and laughing loudly as Wayne gently raps his knuckles against the tops of their heads makes him feel as if he’s surveying footage of an unknown race. This is too strange. It isn’t right.

He stands up, eager to leave, though on his way to the door he’s intercepted by the group.

“It’s nice that you’re here. Eddie could always use more friends.” Wayne reaches out to tap the top of 001’s head, though he ducks out of the way, back flat against the door. “... bit of a Nervous Nelly, ain’t’cha? Didn’t mean to scare you, Pete. Come by any time, alright?”

By some miracle, 001 feels himself nod before all but tumbling out of the trailer. He dashes around the back of it, swallowing gulps of air before he’s aware of what he’s doing. As soon as there’s distance between him and the elder, some semblance of balance returns. He feels lighter, as if he can breathe right, and after a few staggered inhales does everything settle again. We control how we feel, 001.

Right. The one and only time he’d become truly overwhelmed like this had resulted in a less than pleased Doctor Brenner, and the panic attack he’d been set to have had been stifled by a swift threat to get rid of him. Now, every time he feels anxious, it seems to reach a crescendo before dissipating in its entirety. A case of classical conditioning, the doctor will likely boast, though he’s actually just caused irreparable damage to the poor boy’s psyche. He’s demonised anxiety, to the point 001 feels shame for feeling it — even when he should feasibly feel nervous.

A hand clapping him on the back all but makes him jump out of his skin.

“Hey, man,” Eddie says, his brow deeply furrowed. “Why’d you freak out like that? So much for being subtle.”

“Why did you lie?” There’s more bite in the words than he intends, but it feels good to vent his feelings out somehow. Anger makes more sense than whatever he’d been going through in the trailer. Anger, he knows how to navigate. “If he is good, why can he not know my name?”

“Look–”

“I am looking! Seeing.” He pauses to poke Eddie in the chest, his finger helping him enunciate what he says next: “You. Lied.”

“You lied too! You said that was your name!”

“Because you pushed me into a corner.” His mouth forms a stern frown as he glares at him. “Explain.”

Eddie feels alarmingly as if he’s under a spotlight. In the week or so that they’ve been friends, he’s never seen 001 look so upset. In fact, he hasn’t seen him look much of anything. He’s a quiet, largely unemotive boy that he finds hard to navigate sometimes, but that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t want to help. Though this reaction is completely out of left field, it’s also strangely comforting; an assertion that, just like every other human being, 001 has rules.

“Look, I– I know lying is bad, and I’m sorry. I am! I just– I thought if you told him that your name was One, and that we found you in the woods, he’d get worried, and then he’d be trying to call people.”

The storm on 001’s face diminishes slightly. “Call who?”

“I don’t know, a social worker? The police? He’d have good intentions, but he’d screw it all up! And then you’ll never find your family.” There’s a tense silence before Eddie swallows harshly, willing himself to rise above 001’s threatening demeanour. “I’m sorry, okay? I lied to protect you.”

It’s hard to argue with that. Though 001 may detest lies more than anything, he doubts that public entities like the police will take kindly to a missing child. He’s already been enslaved by one governmental institution, he doesn’t need to be opening himself up to more. A little white lie in exchange for his continued freedom seems like a minuscule price to pay, comparatively.

Slowly, the fury drains from his face, and the world slots into place again.

“... okay,” he mutters ruefully, far more subdued than before.

“Good.” Eddie exhales hard, a nervous chuckle escaping him before he can stop it. “... you’re kinda scary when you’re mad, dude.”

Kind of scary doesn’t even begin to cover how frightening 001 is when he’s angry, but he doesn’t say so. Instead, he cracks a lop-sided smile, awkward in every sense of the word, and tucks his hands into his pockets.

“I hate the name you chose. Why that one?”

“It was on the lighter. I panicked.”

001’s mouth twitches — and then a quiet laugh leaves him. It’s the first one he’s let out since they met. It feels oddly like a milestone, and it makes Eddie smile. Every day that they spend together, 001 seems more and more like he’s assimilating. Adapting. Becoming one of them for real.

“So, back in the trailer… what did you do?”

001’s eyes avert for the briefest of moments, settling on the treeline before settling back on Eddie. For a moment, he looks as if he isn’t going to answer.

Right. He’d been close. He’d travelled back in time through memory, seen Doctor Brenner approaching an unfamiliar door on a plot of land he didn’t recognise. The ground had sloped upwards, as if on a hill, and the driveway had been lined with pristine white pebbles. A nice car sat in front of a huge house. However, before he could knock and reveal who was on the other side of the door, Wayne had opened his and disrupted the vision.

“... I have something to show you,” 001 says, back to his usual monotone sobriety. “But you cannot tell anybody excluding Gareth and Jeff. Do you understand?”

“Sure, I… I understand, man. Totally.” He grins, slightly nervous. “So, what is it?”

“Do you not like surprises?” There’s a slightly playful lilt to the boy’s voice as he takes a step backwards, gesturing to the woods with a loll of his head. “Don’t spoil the fun now.”

#henry creel #peter ballard #stranger things #stranger things 001 #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fix it

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Little Weasel, Big City: Chapter 7

Fresh out of the shower, Duke, in his new wife’s pink rose floral bathrobe, sat on the couch, his feet rested on the coffee table.

“Well, hopefully the T.V. won’t have trouble too!” Duke grabbed the remote and turned on the T.V. After he flipped through a few channels, he settled on a channel airing Family Goat, an adult cartoon sitcom he hadn’t watched since he couch-surfed at one of his brothers’ places last month.

This place was quite a step up compared to all the other places he temporarily rented or couch-surfed at. Duke didn’t quite know how much money this ‘Leilani’ girl would share with him, if any, but living here, being her actual husband was a start. The start of a life without stealing, without selling bootlegged merchandise, trying to dodge the cops all the time. Not to mention Leilani seemed nice to live with. She was nice, nicer than any animal was to him in a long time. Her innocence was also kind of refreshing.

Duke saw the show’s main character crash a plane with his face molded on it into his neighbors’ yard. He burst out laughing. “Man, I’m gonna be watchin’ this for a while! I kinda wish I made some popcorn. I wonder if Leilani has popcorn?”

“Hi Duke, I’m back!” Leilani announced as the door flew open.

“Hey, sweetie. How was work?”

Leilani didn’t quite know how to feel about all her new nicknames. “Oh, it was pretty good! I came up with—“ Leilani gasped. “That bathrobe!”

“Yeah, it’s not my thing, but I had to wear somethin’ after showerin’! I’m washin’ my clothes in the laundry room downstairs.”

“I know, but it’s my bathrobe. Isn’t it kind of weird to wear something someone else was naked in that hasn’t been washed? Couldn’t you have picked one of my towels?”

“First of all, this robe is nice and soft. Second, you were clean every time you wore it, and third, you’re my wife, so it ain’t that weird.” Duke screamed with laughter. “Leilani, you should come watch this! It’s hilarious! Peter Goatffin is such an idiot!” Duke continued laughing.

Leilani was tired of being upset. Being quite a cheerful weasel, she wasn’t used to being upset for such a long period of time. “Well, okay. I’ve always wondered what Family Goat was like.”

She threw herself down next to Duke, causing him to bounce.

“Whoa there!” Duke chuckled.

“Whoops, sorry!” Leilani patted his shoulder and focused on the T.V. “So, what’s happening right now?”

“Peter Goatffin is trying different get-rich-quick schemes and he’s trying to convince his wife that they’ll work.”

Leilani giggled and looked over at Duke. “He kind of sounds like you!”

“Hey, what? No way!” Duke frowned and crossed his arms.

Leilani still laughed. “Okay, name one difference!”

“I stick with the same schemes, and I don’t have a direct goal of gettin’ rich! I do have a dream of makin’ it big time, but I don’t completely expect it to happen.” He held his arms out. “This is the closest I’ve ever gotten to makin’ it big time, and it’s pretty sweet so far!”

“Well, okay. I’m actually kind of flattered! I mean, I was really excited to move here, and this is the nicest place I’ve ever lived. I saved up money for years to buy a condo like this. I’m going to make even more money, now that I’m in marketing!”

“Oh, look!” Duke kicked his feet and pointed at the T.V. “Peter’s disguised as a marketing agent! He thinks he’s actually gonna fool them!”

“And he has his real name printed on his name tag!” exclaimed Leilani.

“And nobody else is wearin’ name tags!”

Leilani and Duke doubled over with laughter.

About an hour later, when another cartoon sitcom started airing, Duke stood up and stretched. “Well, I guess I’d better get my clothes out now. They were probably done half an hour ago.”

“Wait, Duke?” Leilani stood up just as Duke opened the door.

“Yeah?”

“I was thinking, since we’re going to be together for…quite some time, maybe I could take you out shopping tomorrow? You could get some new clothes; nicer ones that fit better?”

“Oh, wow!” Duke let his paw drop off the doorknob. “I’ve been wearin’ these clothes every day for a year or somethin’! My shorts fit fine, but I got this shirt ‘cause it was the last one available at some thrift store.”

“So, do you want to go shopping? Tomorrow? I don’t have work tomorrow.”

“Oh, yeah! And yeah to the second thing!” Duke walked out the door and closed it. He opened it again and poked his head though. “Thank you!”

He closed the door.

Leilani heard him running down the stairs. It felt good to do something good for someone less fortunate, and she couldn’t wait to give Duke somewhat of a makeover! He was sort of like a real-life doll! Hopefully he would let her suggest clothes for him. Good thing she was going with him instead of letting him borrow her credit card.

As Leilani brushed her teeth, she thought about yesterday, the last time she brushed them, and thought about how different her life was at the time. She had been a bit worried she wasn’t going to get any sleep due to her excitement about her new job. Now she was wondering how her shopping trip with her husband would go, or how she would convince him to file for divorce once the year was over.

She spat out the water she rinsed with, turned off the light in the bathroom, then walked through her adjacent bedroom door.

She flipped on the switch and saw Duke lounged in her bed with a peaceful smile, his paws crossed behind his head.

Leilani jumped with a yelp.

Duke tipped his head. “You done getting’ ready, toots?”

“No!” exclaimed a horrified Leilani, “Can’t you sleep on the couch?”

Still smiling, Duke sighed with a shrug. “Well, it’s just not as cozy…and it’s wife-less.”

“You’re sleeping on the couch!” Leilani marched over to Duke and pulled him out of bed.

“Hey! Hey! Watch it!” Duke grabbed onto the comforter, which pulled off the bed.

“You can use my biggest decorative pillow, and my throw!” Leilani threw both of them at him. “Goodnight.”

Duke picked up the daisy-shaped pillow and pink tie-dye blanket. He drooped his head and shoulders and slowly walked away. “Oh. Okay. Goodnight.”

Leilani nearly said something to him, but then thought he was probably guilt-tripping her.

#zootopia fanfiction #zootopia oc #zootopia #disney #duke weaselton

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It’s a living (Ben 10)

it was a nice and peaceful day in Bellwood for a change, though considering it wasn't the main stream universe's Bellwood that made a degree of sense. In fact even as the main verse Ben sat across from his counterpart, enjoying the Mr.smoothies of universe 23 they could both relax as Seven-seven and Tetrax had decided to stay on earth and work as a team with 23, so were out patrolling. "So, not that it's not awesome to see you from time to time..but usually you showing up means something about to go all fucky fucky...Sooo what brings you here?" 23 asked. "things don't ALWAYS go bad when i show up!" Ben protested, huffing a little. "Mmmhmmm..So you showed up and I get attacked by my future team mates..you show up and the Ben war..you show up and Mad Ben.." 23 said, counting off on his fingers. "..Damn uh.. well I promise, no world ending stuff this time." Ben said, sweat dropping. "I uh.. ok so i told you I recently moved out and got my own place right?" "And yet you haven't invited me back once." 23 said and blew a raspberry to show he wasn't really offended. "eheheh well fact of the matter is I mightttta gone a little beyond my means and kinda sorta..I'm like a week from getting kicked out." Ben said, poking his fingers together sheepishly. "Heh, and what, you want a place to crash?" "welll more thinking maybe since I've been helping you and all that jazz, you could spot me a couple of grand to get me in the clear and stuff?" Ben asked hopefully. "eh..I learned the hard way not to loan friends money Ben. it's why me and my Gwen aren't on speaking terms." 23 said, then took a big drink of his smoothie. "however, I AM willing to help you MAKE the money you need, and more." "...Doing what?" Ben asked, confused. "Cuz gotta say, I've tried the retail thing back home and when you have to stop doing stock to fight alien invaders, you don't keep your job for long." "Pffft as if I'd let you work retail! Nah man! You know I've leveraged my frame and endorsed a TON of things right? Part of how I'm rolling in dough? Well I got this one wanna be sponsor who I'm not big on the product, but they are offering a crazy amount of cash. I figure they'll settle for the Ben of anther universe, you do the gig, we split the money 50/50, and everybody wins." 23 said, taking out a note pad and a pen. "Look uh, not to sound ungrateful, but if I'm the one doing the modeling or whatever, shouldn't I get more then half? and what are you writing down?" Ben asked. "That's how much your half of the deal will be, and I think you'll find it more then fair." 23 said and smirked. Ben frowned and picked up the piece of paper, looking down, then did a double take as his eyes went wide. "Holy crap! what am i modeling off? Missiles?!" he asked, his voice going higher then normal. "nah, no weapons of mass destruction in that sense.. though bet you'll still clear rooms." 23 said and gave a impish grin. "You'll be working for huggies." "..Say what?"

After half a hour of back and forth, and Ben admitting he really didn't have a better option, the two took off, transforming into XCLER8 and Speedyquick instead of hailing a cab and made their way to the huggies headquarters. since 23 was used to this sort of thing Ben mostly let him talk over the contract and tried not to get boarded out of his mind as they talked returns and profit margins, only tuning in when the executive they were talking to (who if Ben didn't know better, he'd swear was this universes version of Charmcaster) brought up diaper usage. "Of course seeing your other self in our new line of Lil' stinkers would do wonders for our promotion of them, but if we could show them being used it would really help sell other points. we're taking photo shoots for magazine spreads and of course some tv and internet ad's. the more you and your client can promise us in terms of selling these diapers are for big babies who need to be put in their place, the more zero's we can add to your check." She said, smiling. "Wait..as in..you know.." Ben interrupted before 23 could talk, and unable to say what he was thinking, and blushing badly, he make fart noises with his mouth. "Heh, yes, we want you to go dooty in your diaper." Hope said, smirking and watching the two boys reactions. "N-No way! I mean I'll wear them and crawl around and stuff, but I'm NOT taking a dump in diapers!" Ben huffed and crossed his arms, shaking his head and well, looking just perfect for the target audience. "Maybe I should give you and your client a moment to talk this over. we can make a deal without the diaper usage but it's going to cut into the bottom line." Hope said and got up and left the room. "Can you BE anymore of a brat?" 23 hissed at Ben. "But..but..she wants me to-" "Yes, I know. I was there. Look Ben, I'm putting my neck on the line for you here, if my other sponsors hear about what a crabby brat your being here, it could affect me. Also your the one who came to me for help, so wouldn't like crapping yourself in huggies and making a boat load of cash once be better then doing a bunch more commercials to make the same amount? And who the hell from your universe is gonna see you doing this anyways?" 23 asked. "But I don't wanna poop in a diaper!" Ben whined and shook his head. "and you can't make me! so th-" he started to add, then suddenly he was yanked out of his chair and over 23's laps. "W-what are you doing?! and when the hell did you get so strong!?" "I've been working out since the mad Ben thing. and I'm gonna do what anyone does with a whinny brat.." 23 said and smirked, tugging down the back of Ben's pants. "I'm gonna spank you." Yanking Ben's skid marked stained briefs up and giving the bigger boy a wedgie and exposing those cheeks, 23 paused. "Last chance to be a good boy and let me handle this." he said. "Y-You don't have the balls!" Ben cried out, his voice carrying. "I gave you a chance." 23 said and shrugged, then brought down his hand on Ben's bubble butt over and over, turning the cheeks nice and red as Ben bawled like a baby.

Since the office wasn't sound proofed, and many people knew that both of the Ben's were in the office, it attracted A LOT of attention as the bigger Ben's voice filled the floor with the sounds of wails and there was the unmistakable sound of buns being tanned. Hope smirked as she listened, feeling she had pegged the relationship between the two boys right, and waited till there was just the sound of the bigger Ben sobbing before going back into her office, and fighting back a chuckle as she saw the bigger boy in the corner, his pants in his chair and his undies still hiked up. the boy had his nose to the corner and his hands on his head, and was whimpering and sobbing gently. "I'm sorry for that, somebody needed a attuide adjustment." 23 said. "oh don't be! I just wish we had recorded that! would of been perfect for the set up of a commercial!" Hope said and chuckled. "well I can always spank him again." 23 offered, chuckling to as Ben whined loudly from the corner. "So, may I assume that your both on board with widdle Benny making uh-ohs and tinkles in his diapers?" Hope asked. "I dunno, Ben, are you ok with messing your diapers?" 23 asked. "Y-Yes! No more spankies!" Ben cried out, his hands going from his head to covering his poor buns. "i think that answers your question." "excellent, then I'll draw up the contract, and if we hurry we can have Ben in the studio in about 2 hours. Make sure he gets LOTS to eat, we wanna show off how the Lil' stinkers hold up to even the biggest messes." Hope said. as 23 and Hope chuckled, Ben whimpered and found himself sucking on his thumb having ALL the regrets.

a hour and half later and a semi pot belly Ben was leaning back in his folding chair, in front of the set and belching off and on. He still hadn't been able to reclaim his pants though he'd been allowed to tug the wedgie out at least, though this just got loads of comments about how diapers might be a good full time choice for him. Ben had swallowed back any come backs or threats he had in mind as every time 23 was quick to pat his still sore booty. going on Hope's advice 23 had forced Ben to chow down, though while the catering table was set up with all sorts of awesome snack foods, including Ben's favorite, chilli fries, it was the large pyramid of at least 23 jar's of prune baby food that 23 had directed Ben to, helping the bigger boy and spoon feeding him as the crew setting up the large nursery chuckled. "Come on ben, one jar to go. you can do it." 23 was saying, grabbing the last jar and smirking at Ben's baby food covered face. "D-Dude..I'm not joking..if I eat one more bite I'ma hurl." Ben whined. "that's what you said two jars ago." "by all means, call my bluff, just when your wearing baby food on your shoes, remember i warned you." Ben said with a weak smile then a LOUD and nasty belch. 23 made a face and waved the air in front of him. "Man, if it smells that bad now.. Maybe i should excuse myself to the other room when you crap yourself." he teased. "N-no way..if I'm doing this..you're watching AND smelling!" Ben whined and Belched again. "Can i get something to drink?" he asked. instantly he realized he should of worded his request better as 23 got a large baby bottle filled with what was hopefully milk, and popped it in Ben's mouth. it only took a few sucks on the nipple to realize that of course, it was formula, and Ben scuched up his face. "Hehehe I have to say Ben, you are JUST too cute like this. I might have to try and lock you into a long term agreement here." 23 teased then winced at the glare Ben gave him. "Kidding! Kidding!" pushing the bottle out of his mouth, Ben went to say something but was cut off as Hope strolled onto the set. "Ok people, time to make some magic. baby Ben, we need you in wardore." she said then pasued. "Oh, Do you know how to put a diaper on?" she asked, suddenly looking sheepish. "N-No." ben whined and a loud toot came out his bottom. "Oh er..I don't think we have time to teach you before you unload." Hope said, holding her nose. "it's ok, I'll diaper the big baby." 23 said happily. "of course you will." Ben muttered, but let himself be lead off to a side room where there was star on the door, with his name on it. "great...I'm about to become famous as a diaper boy.." Ben whined. lead inside 23 just chuckled. "Mr.Devil, he's ready for his close up."

The diaper was MASSIVE, and for a second both boys just stared at it, wondering if Ben was gonna be able to even walk in the thing. it was easily the equal to 10 normal diapers layered together and was a soft baby blue (whether that was a marketing choice or just when they had been making these things expect 23 to model them, neither boy was sure) anther loud toot from Ben's back door which sadly filled the small dressing room had both boys holding their noses, and broke them out of their trance. "I..I don't wanna do this. I'm scared." Ben whined, looking at 23 with pleading eyes and starting to squirm in a way that told him their deadline was coming up fast. "Sorry buddy, we signed the contract. but I'll make sure this goes as fast as possible. all you have to do with whimper and cry, and act like you've been acting, and I'll be doing the voice over." 23 said and reached up, patting Ben's head. Ben whined but let himself be laid down on the teddy bear print changing mat on the floor and just lifted his arms to let 23 tug his shirt off. "we're gonna have to enroll you in a exercise program if we need to keep feeding you like this." 23 teased, noting that while Ben wasn't chubby, he had enough pudge on him to look a bit like baby fat, and the baby food in his tummy wasn't helping. Sliding Ben's undies off 23 tossed them in a trash can behind him, then unfolded the massive diaper as Ben whined. "W-why'd you toss out my undies? A-and were are my pants? F-For after?" he asked, feeling so small and helpless as 23 lifted Ben up but his legs to get the diaper under him. "hush, you let me worry about that..though..heh.." 23 paused the look down at Ben's exposed crotch. "Didn't know you shave." "I uh..haven't gotten my pubes yet.." the bigger in so many ways, but not where it counted boy said. "well that explains your cute widdl-" "Watch it!" Ben huffed and for the first time moved to use his Omimatrix. "Ok ok..Sorry." 23 said sweat dropping. "I've had THREE girls interested in me by the way, so it can't be THAT small!" Ben added and 23 smirked and powdered him lots. "And how many of them saw you down there?" 23 asked, as he tugged the diaper up. "and of those that saw, how many stayed interested?" with the diaper tapped up Ben sat up with a bit of effort, but was blushing and wouldn't look 23 in the eyes. "L-Let's just get this over with." Ben huffed and tried to get up on his own, only to keep falling back on his puffy butt. "That's what I thought." 23 chuckled and then held out his hands, Helping Ben get to his feet. the bigger boys BIG diaper had his legs spread and Ben was barley able to waddle, several times needing to stop and take 23's hands as they made their way out onto the set. 'If i make it though this I'm moving to a smaller apartment so i never have to ask this son of a bitch for a favor again.' Ben thought.

Hope grinned ear to ear and had some of the photographers snap shots of Ben needing help with walking, before coming over with a baby blue bonnet and bib that had white text in comic sans, that read BRAT. Ben would of argued about the add ons, since he was pretty sure that hadn't been in the original deal, if it wasn't for the fact he was using every ounce of control NOT to mess himself too soon and have to start all over. "There we go, don't you just look adorable~" Hope teased and tickled Ben's chin. "A-Ah.S-Stop that..w-we hafa hurry up..I..I can't.." Ben whined and rubbed his tummy, a muffled fart coming out and making hope take a step back. As they started to film, Ben for the most part blissfully blacked out, but of course got to watch the commercial after, with everyone praising him on what a good boy he had been.

"Hey everyone, Ben 23 here, and bringing you yet anther great product. So, brats, we all know one and we've all thought about putting them in their place, but where do you even start to get what you need for it?" Came 23's voice, on a screen of black. "Well the answer for that, Is huggies. That's right, the same company you've been trusting to look after your little bundles of joy is here to help you put those same bundles of joy turned into over sized brats back into little baby's." the screen came into focus and there was Ben, a glazed look in his eyes and holding his tummy, in all his big baby glory. "Most of you know about my other universe counterpart, but what you don't know is that he's a grade A BRAT. as a favor to his friends back in his verse, we're giving Baby Ben the punishment he deserves. isn't that right baby ben?" 23's voice asked as Ben whined and pouted. "Pwease, no wanna go poopies! I'm sowwy!" Ben cried out. "now now Ben, you don't want anther spanking do you?" 23's voice asked, and it was the yelp of fear that sold it as Ben totally lost control. the camera zoomed in as the back of Ben's diaper rapidly started to expand, and loud gross farts were heard. Ben for his part was face down ass up, and pounding a fist on the floor as he filled his diapers, crying and howling but really, it only made the shot better. "Lil stinkers is made with a new material that allows for up to 40 times the normal amounts of waste, which means even with 22 jars of baby food in baby Ben's tummy these diapers won't leak, or your money back." 23 said. the diaper only started to take on a dirty stain of brown in the back as the material reached down to Ben's knees. "with our new smell block guards in the diaper, you'll only get the faintest whiff of the the mess the big babies made. Sure it spares the brat but if your brat is anything widdle Benny here, you're gonna be punished enough changing him." with a few last sputtering farts Ben was apparently finished and sucking on his thumb as he got up on his knees, looking to the cameras. "C-Change pwease?" Ben whined. "Oh silly Ben, if we just changed you right away, where would the fun be in that? with added rash protection built into the diaper, along with bratty baby brand powder, Our little Benny can go 12 hours without a change!" hearing that Ben bawled again, both hands coming up to his eyes and there was just no two ways about it, he looked like a giant baby. "See you in 12 hours little guy! enjoy your poopie diaper." 23 said cheerfully. Ben's cries were muted as they went to the last of it. "Lil stinkers by huggies. put your brat back in diapers, and in their place. Available at a super market near you in two weeks."

Ben naturally wasn't actually kept in the poopie diaper for 12 hours, though they did take the chance to get all the pictures they needed for him in his poopie diapers, with 23 posing in some of them with him. Such as having Ben in his arms, Ben over his lap and pretending to give him a messy spanking, and of course 23 pulling the back of the diaper open as Ben sat on his ass, hugging a teddy bear and sucking on a pacifier and 23 holding his nose. If 23 was being truthfully though he was glad he was wearing his baggy pants as the site of Ben like this almost had little hearts in his eyes and he was tempted to try and keep Ben like this. Still a contract was a contract, and once they had enough footage they got Ben changed into a clean diaper but out of the bib and bonnet, and with his t-shirt back on. Ben was actually in the crib that was part of the set up when he came out of it, the staff and Hope and 23 where having a few drinks. "C-Can somebody come let me out? And.. get me big boy undies and pants?" Ben called, using the crib railing to haul himself to his feet but swaying dangerously if he let go, so knowing he couldn't get out. if the crew heard him, they ignored him and kept talking among themselves and laughing, annoying Ben. "I SAID, SOMEBODY LET ME OUT!" Ben yelled and stomped a foot, slipping and falling on his padded rear. "oh great, the baby is awake." 23 said, smirking and winking to the crew who all laughed. "Your not freaking funny! Let me outta here NOW or I'm going way big!" Ben growled and started to fiddle with his watch. "Way big?" a crew member asked. "as in he's gonna be a big boy?" "No! as in the alien who's 100 feet tall!" Ben huffed and got the watch ready to go. "-sigh- I'll handle this." 23 said and walked over, holding his hands up. "heyy heyy..it's OK Benny. we don't need to bring aliens into this. you're all done here and we'll cash your check at the first bank of Ben then you can go home. OK?" "i want outta this diaper, I want outta this crib! and i want big boy undies and pants!" Ben huffed, keeping his hand over his watch. "heh, your terms are agreeable. we only re-diapered you because you were out of it, and I don't really wanna change anther poopie diaper." 23 lied. He would of totally loved to keep changing Ben's diapers but clearly the little guy had been pushed to his limit.

As it turned out they couldn't find pants in the studio for Ben, or a pair of undies so the poor hero ended up standing in line with 23 at the bank in his t-shirt and diapers, which normally would of caused problems but with 23's technically owning the bank, it was brushed over. The first thing they did after getting the check cashed was go shopping and get Ben a pair of sumo slammer boxers, then off to the food court for him to get the taste of the baby food and formula out of his system, though he wasn't able to eat his full order. 23 joked about how they should of gotten him a happy meal as he wiped up the chilli stains off of Ben's face. after that it was time to go home and Ben gave 23's hand a shake. "..ok, you saved my ass from having to move back home..buttt don't expect me to come back here till this ad campaign is over and done." Ben said. "heh, come on, didn't a SMALL part of you have fun?" 23 asked. "hahahaha NO. Today was the most horrible day of my life, and with the shit I've been though, thats saying something. Maybe you can come over to MY universe sometime and be a diaper boy for me though." "heh. or just show up with a diaper bag." "..Shutting up." with that Ben went back to his home universe, very much richer. Or so he thought.

as it turned out their money while looking the same on the outside, was made differently and raised all sorts of flags when Ben went to go and deposit it in his universe. there was a public cry of outrage that a hero like Ben would try and destabilize a local economy like that, and there was talks of official charges of counterfeiting and maybe even jail time. Not even able to get his cash back, and the Plumbers having to give him the cold shoulder publicly to save face, Ben decided to take a little bit of a vacation (2-7 months while the plumbers legal team got him out of the mess) back in universe 23, figuring that 23 owned him, AND wanting to give him a piece of his mind.

"baby Ben! back so soon?" 23 asked, delighted as a red faced Ben made it to his pent house. on the way over Ben had been recognized, teased and scolded for not being in his diapers and had seen billboard with him in all his blacked out diaper baby glory. "ha.Ha. we have a problem." Ben said, and then nodded to 23's couch. "mind if I take a seat?" "Only if you promise not to make a puddle." 23 joked, but moved aside as Ben came in and flopped down. Ben spent the next 10 minutes explaining out what had happened, as 23 looked upset and shook his head. "Man, that sucks. I'm sorry, i didn't know!" 23 said. "well, I need a place to stay for a little while till i get the OK to go back..so I was wondering if y-" "would put you up here for a few months, heh,. that can be arranged. don't think you'll be able to get a place on your own here unless you just did more commercials though, rent in the city has gone up since i live here." "Not like i have a penny to my name anyways, and was gonna ask if you'd rent me a place..Buttt staying here I guess won't be so bad." Ben said with a little smile. "there is a small price I'd like you to pay..But in return for humoring me on this onnnne tiny little thing, I swear you'll want for nothing while staying with me. all the junk food you could want and any video games, the whole nine yards." 23 said, blushing a little now. "..why am i getting a bad feeling about this?" Ben asked. "well see.. they didn't need the stuff they used in your commercial after you left..so they gave it to me for free..and you were just SO god damn cute.." 23 said, getting up and leading Ben to yup, a recreation of the nursery from the set. "FUCK NO!" "oh come on Ben! i promise! no baby food this time and pop in your baby bottles! Pleasssse?" 23 asked, bringing his hands together. "why in the world would i agree to do that for a few months? I could just go do anther commercial, then get my own place here!?" Ben pointed out. "one, because as your agent I control whether you do anther shoot, it's actually part of the contract, two, if I tell my bank not to cash your check who else do you think will cover that much. three, and this is the kicker. where else can you go to with ease to hide out? you really think mad Ben is gonna welcome you with open arms?" "..Fuck my life!"

And so one week after promising himself he'd never be a big baby again, Ben found himself in two of the thick blue diaper's and in a t-shirt top, crawling behind behind 23 and pouting like crazy. "Don't you think top is over kill?" Ben whined. "I'm the one paying for them. so just shush and look adorable." "Not funny." Ben pouted and then realized it would be harder then hell to get off and on the couch's and just sat on his diaper butt in the living room. "So what d-" "I want chilli cheese fires, I want a two liter of coke, and I want the latest sumo slammer game five minutes ago!" Ben huffed then grinned. "..Demanding aren't we?" "and i quote: I swear you'll want for nothing. I want all of that." Ben said smugly. "you know, i could of just spanked you." 23 teased, going to grab the phone and make the food order. instead of Ben telling him off however, the threat had a amusing and smelly effect instead. Ben froze at the memory of that and then well, with him being double diapered it was a little hard to tell since there was no smell, but 23 could of sworn Ben just got a little taller. "heh, Did somebody just make me a present?" "NO!...yes." "Good boy. I'll change you after you eat, if your a good boy." 23 said and winked. "...this is gonna be a long 2 months."

the end?

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