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I noticed ur request are open I just have to request something aslo had this idea for awhile now I tried my best to explain it detailed hope this ok

May I request a crossover fic fan heng x Genshin impact reader where reader based of electro archon Raiden shogun and maybe reader gets transported to astral express /honkai star rail universe and Mets the team I Aslo wanted to elaborate on raiden past and how she is very closed off perosn due to her past experiences with people and is very hard to make Friends

Until she Mets dan heng and they grow close bond and maybe helps reader try return her homeland . You know how raiden has two forms maybe her body is unstable like in honkai universe (like how in story quest for Genshin Ei (Reader) body want able to be in control due to shogun and she had battle her puppet self in like the boss fight verison in game maybe she unlocks this form in Plane of Euthymia to keep herself from the effects of erosion. So Reader created the puppet Shogun to ensure immunity from the decay of her physical body.While in the Plane of Euthymia, maybe reader loses control of herself like in her new form shogun and Dan heng and the team have to reason with her I hope this makes sense I was trying add shogun past best I can plus I desperately wanted crossover idea like this Dan heng since I adore him I hope this request is ok fill free to ask questions and I hope this request idea makes sense 💕I just adore Dan heng sm and love ur work plus raiden shogun Ei is my fav so YEY

pairing. dan heng x raiden ei!reader author’s note. i had to revisit shogun’s story quests cz it’s been a while i’ve gotten invested in the storyline of genshin but i enjoyed writing this (i hit the word limit with the text block too😭). i took a little creative liberty around the story of hsr so i hope it’s to your liking. :]

◇ — before you were recruited by the astral express, you were a lone drifter with a mysterious past. this universe was very much different than your own, so it was only natural for you to close yourself off with anything foreign — which is, pretty much everything. ◇ — it had been welt that located you in a nearby planet, but sent both march and dan heng to investigate. you were classified as an anomaly, and truthfully, welt had his suspicions about you at first — it was clear you did not belong to this world (but neither did he, hence why his curiosity was stoked. ◇ — to say that dan heng was merely intrigued by you is an understatement. he was downright mesmerized, that march kept teasing him on the way back. still, you were waaaaay harder to crack than anyone they’ve had on the express. you only agreed to stay with them because himiko had sensed that you were looking for your home, and promised to find a way to help you safely return. ◇ — despite the fact you’ve been with the astral express for a month, you seemed to just pop up with your presence undetected around the express, sometimes even scaring pom pom. since you did not have a permanent room on the express, dan heng offered to let you sleep in the archives. yet, during one night, he found you sleeping on the couch of the express instead. whenever he found you like that, he grabbed the singular blanket he had in his room and draped it over you. ◇ — among all the members, dan heng was the first one you warmed up to. you were always grateful when he seemingly checked up on you to make sure you were alright at night (though you had pretended to be asleep, you could always see him checking). you ended up trying to cook for him… but despite the rock hard bread, dan heng felt touched at the gesture. though he had a hard time swallowing after that. ◇ — somehow, you slowly started participating around the express. you returned march’s very chirpy greetings, you sometimes made the occasional remark that always turned everybody’s heads towards you and you sometimes shared a serene smile with dan heng, which .. made march envious because she wanted a smile from you too! dan heng knew how much returning back to your home meant to you and had stayed up in the archives trying to look for a way to get you back home — though he sometimes underwent a slight cognitive dissonance on helping you to get home, since he didn’t want you to leave the express this sudden. ◇ — due to your powerful nature, welt and himeko assigned you to go trailblazing with march and dan heng. you could easily demolish your enemies which march always finds cool and remarks on it every time. dan heng finds it cool as well but he isn’t as expressive as march about it. however, as you engaged in more battles and rumours of your god-like powers spread across the universe, it was only a matter of time an enemy faction took notice and decided that they wanted to take you for themselves. ◇ — the astral express fought to keep you safe from them, but amidst the struggle, dan heng protected you from a fatal blow which resulted in him getting severely injured. seeing him injured because of you drove you to guilt and made you remember the grief of losing everyone you loved to erosion. you went berserk against the enemy faction and successfully wiped them out, but you suddenly disappeared from the astral express. ◇ — when dan heng recovered, he was worried sick when himeko mentioned how you suddenly distanced yourself from the express and disappeared without a moment’s notice. he took it to the archives yet again to figure out where you might be, and not long after, he and welt surmised where you might possibly be — the planet they first found you in. ◇ — you were different than how they remembered you; since the fight, you had withdrawn back into your plane of euthymia and allowed raiden shogun to take full control of yourself outside. the astral express fought against your puppet to not only try and crack your shell again, but also to get one of their beloved members back.

“she’s so strong—!” march yelled from the back, just as dan heng deflected another hit from the shogun’s spear. he had always admired your strength; it had always been a delight to fight side by side with you, but never against you — that was for sure.

he knew this … puppet was not you. in truth, dan heng had sensed for a very long time that you were grappling with some sort of internal conflict, but he didn’t expect to be validated like this.

nor did he really expect that he would be fighting you as another you, that is.

still, dan heng had been extra careful not to land a devastating attack on you — well, puppet you. he didn’t really know how these cases work, but in the event that that was still you, he didn’t want to hurt you by accident.

that would be the last thing he had wanted to do.

every inch of his body was aching, his muscles felt like they were burning with how much dan heng was pushing them. he still hadn’t fully recovered, but he jumped right into this mission with only you your safety in mind.

“dan heng! behind you!”

he had been too tired to notice that the shogun was right behind him, sword raised up and ready to inflict an attack. dan heng could feel his body freeze up as he tried to get himself away — though, to his surprise, the shogun moved past him to unleash a lightning strike on …. the shogun?

was he that tired that he was now seeing double of you?

you — the you with the sword — looked back at him with a confused expression, before going back to engage with the other you. but the fleeting look you gave him was a look he could always recognize a mile away. “that’s y/n!”

immediately, march was by his side as he stepped outside the area where you were fighting the shogun puppet. “they’re both y/n, dan heng— but they’re fighting each other???” he shook his head. “no— the one with the sword. that’s our y/n.”

march didn’t seem all that convinced until welt nodded. “right. we have to stay out of her zone so we don’t block her line of sight.” dan heng’s hand gripped cloud piercer tightly just as he watched you jump right back into fighting the puppet.

“but we can’t just leave her alone—” march started, but welt placed a hand on her shoulder and shook his head. “we won’t. we just have to find that opening.”

━━━━━━━ ˖°˖ ☾☆☽ ˖°˖ ━━━━━━━

it was a constant back and forth. with the express supporting you at the back but never directly interfering, you were the one who directly battled the shogun. you withdrew back to your plane of euthymia in shame for endangering dan heng, so you were surprised to see him and the others here.

they care more about you than you had initially thought.

the shogun was relentless in battle — but you had instructed it to be like that. the shogun was meant to be flawless and firm; yet, here you were: battling against it for full control of yourself, and to be able to reunite with your friends.

with your newfound will, you pushed yourself to the limit to finally face your fears head on. it was time to put an end to this.

“dan heng, now!” the voice sounded like welt, but at his command, you watched as dan heng leapt in the air and into the battlefield. his cloud piercer raised just as he timed his attack on the puppet just as you unleashed another lightning strike. the impact had been enough to send you back, that dan heng immediately dropped back down to catch you in his arms.

you could see the shogun lower their spear, it’s form no longer in pristine condition as it once was. your own puppet was staring at you, its eyes glancing at dan heng, who still had you in his arms, and to the rest of the astral express. without another word, the shogun turned back and disappeared into the plane of euthymia, but not before giving you a nod.

“are you okay, y/n?! what was that? where are we?” you never thought march bombarding you with a million questions would comfort you as much as it did now, but you really did miss her, and the rest of the crew.

“you guys… came back? for me?”

dan heng helped you up, but his arm never left you. “of course we did.” he had a furrowed expression in his eyes, but they shone with the brightest concern. normally, you didn’t want anyone taking pity on you, but you simply relaxed in his arms.

they did care. he still cares.

the thought of home and eternity had always staved off the cold in your heart, but the feeling of being in dan heng’s arms had sent enveloped you in a warmth that you’ve frankly never experienced before.

you could hardly suppress your smile, and seeing dan heng return it to you made the warmth in your chest spread even further.

you could definitely get used to this.

written by carlyle (@particular-one) copyright: all content belongs to particular-one on tumblr (2023)

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honey-flustered · 2 years

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Cruel Little Vixen 5

Rockstar!Perv!Eddie Munson x Journalist!Reader

Enemies to Friends to Lovers (18+ MDNI)

Summary: You and Eddie go on a date extravaganza and the night ends with a bang. 😉

NO READ MORE LINE BREAK ADDED DUE TO GLITCH

A/N: Hello, readers! I do apologize for the delays with this chapter i was a lot and really long but it’s finally here. This is fluff to the max with some smuttiness. Eddie is a dom at heart so he’ll def show his rough yet gentle side of sex a lot more. Really hope you all enjoy this chapter! We’ve got 3 more chapters to go and things will be kind of tense but the love will grow exponentially. Thank you for the feedback, support, and love. I love writing for yall!

>>>>Series Masterlist Part 5 of 8

Word Count: 7.9k+

Warnings: lots of fluff, graphic language, tattoos, alcohol consumption, dirty talk, dom!eddie, facefucking, reader and Eddie are horndogs and flustered, semi-public sexual activities, Eddie being a tease, smutty smut, french kissing, nipple play, fingering, oral sex (m & f receiving), inappropriate use of belt (bondage), breath play, dacryphilia, hair pulling, scratching, biting, rough to soft sex

Tomorrow had finally come and, boy, were you nervous. Terrified. You’d had several intense dreams last night about the sexy rockstar that would put to shame a boy’s wet dream from how much you flooded your underwear. It didn’t help that you knew what his lips felt like. Now you were up this morning wondering how you’d be able to handle ALL of him when only a taste of him made you see so many stars.

It’s been a while since you had sex. What if you cum fast? Do men care about that stuff? Do they take it as a compliment? You curse yourself for your inexperience.

This looked like the time to call a friend. So you call Chrissy who was more than giddy when she found out you’d finally be getting laid.

“And to a rockstar, at that. Most girls would love to be in your shoes right now. This makes us sisters, ya know. Except you get to go all the way!” She says over the phone.

“I don’t know. Maybe I should just cancel…”

“Hell no! If you cancel, you might as well write the word ‘clown’ on your forehead. You deserve to have many orgasms which he’ll definitely provide.”

“Yeah, he really does.” You muttered, only to have your eyes widen because you spoke that a little to loud.

“What do ya mean?” Then you hear a loud gasp. “He ate you out?”

You blush. “Can we not be so vulgar?”

Chrissy rambles, squealing in a pitch dogs would cower in. “Oooh my god! He did! You loved it! I’m sure you did! Tell me details! Tell me how you feel! How many times did you—”

“Okay, okay,” You cut her off, laughing at her eagerness. “It was…in-fucking-credible. Insane. My breath was taken away from at a couple times through the whole thing. Then at the end…mind blowing.”

“Love that for you, babes. Sooo, where are you guys going?”

“I’m not sure but he called me this morning. Told me that the rule for today is that we can’t say ‘no’.”

“Ooo, sounds kinky.”

“I hope not. I don’t think I’m ready for anything too intense just yet.”

“You are! You’re a pretty, sexy bitch and you are unstoppable. Now say it.”

You say it with a reduced, conservative energy compared to her. “I’m a pretty, sexy—”

“Say it like ya mean it, girl!”

Now you’re yelling. “I’m a pretty, sexy bitch and I’m unstoppable!”

“Again!”

“I’m a pretty, sexy bitch and I’m unstoppableee!” You yell into the phone.

“That’s what I’m talking about! Now you dress in your hottest fucking outfit that you’ve ever worn and rock that boy’s world. He won’t be able to keep his hands off you with how much of a fiery force you’ll be so long as you embody your true spirit of…a vixen.”

Indeed, you were the vixen. You were the one who stood up to Eddie. Who put him in his place and made him act accordingly. You were the one you got through the hard shell he put around himself. You needed to be reminded that you weren’t like any girl he’s ever had.

“You’re my fucking soulmate, poms.” You smiled brightly.

“You know it.”

———————

The “Say ‘Yes’ Date Extravaganza”. A date in which you and Eddie would have no particular destination. He’d drive around blindly then if you both spot a specific model of car model in a specific color you’d stop and go to whatever place you��d stopped near.

The date was meant to be all day. So right after your call with your best friend, you got down to business. The look you were going for now. Angelic. A contrast of himself. You were going to be the face of innocence and he would be your devilish temptation. Little would he know that despite your pure appearance, you would be just as sinful seeking carnal corruption.

So you’d dress in all white. White faux leather thigh boots that gave you legs for days. Face makeup meant to give a soft touch to your face. Flowy hair down and kept slick and neat also a contrast to his wild curls. You were opposites but that’s what made this work all so well.

There’s a knock at your door and your heart nearly leap out of your chest. You sauntered over to the door, legs and hands slightly trembling. When the door swings open, you and Eddie exchange looks of enchantment.

Handsome was an understatement. He was sex on two legs. Adonis incarnate. The very depiction of Lucifer as an angel. You could feel yourself growing feral at the very sight of him. His hair up to keep up with his suave look.

Meanwhile, Eddie audibly gulped as he took in your frame. He wasn’t sure how he stood strong when everything in him wanted to crumble to his knees before you and beg for something he wasn’t sure he needed from you.

He carries flowers and a small gift box in his shaking hands, handing them over to you. His face a light shade of pink.

“F-for you.” He manages to get out.

It was so cute to see him when he’s flustered. Actually, it was a huge turn on, too. You reached for gifts, doing what you could so your skin wouldn’t make contact with his or you just might pounce.

“Really?” You asked, surprised at his refreshingly gentleman behavior. “You didn’t have to.”

“But I wanted to.” He nods, mustering up a toothy smile.

“Thank you,” You smiled back, forcefully ripping your eyes from him to prevent yourself from looking down at the beckoning erection growing in his pants. You uncovered the small rectangular box and let out a astonished gasp. It was a beautiful silver necklace, the pendant in the shape of a treble clef and encrusted with diamonds. “Oh, my god. Eddie, this is gorgeous. I-I couldn’t.”

He rolls his eyes playfully before gesturing a spin with his finger, wordlessly guiding you to turn your back to him. You opened your mouth to protest but let the words die on your lips, removing your own necklace and obeying his wish. Moving your up and out from your shoulders and back, as he draped the expensive jewelry around your neck. The cold touch of the silver when it first contacts with your skin sends a shiver down your spine. Then, you felt his fingers ghost over the back of your neck and despite the goosebumps that lit across your skin you began to feel hot.

His hands linger on you even after he’s already clasp the necklace around your neck. You can feel his breath against your neck, your chest rising in falling at the sudden lack of oxygen. You slowly turned to looked at him, his fingers dragging across your neck line as you did.

Your stares magnetizing as your eyes attract from his eyes, the his lips, then back to his eyes.

I want him so bad.

He clears his throat backing away. “You should probably put those in water.” He says, referring to the flowers.

“Y-yeah. I will do j-just that. ‘Scuse me.”

Maybe I’ll be putting myself in water, too.

—————

Eddie rented a nice car to drive on the road in style or so he says. Really, you believe that the reason was for its speed.

“You wanna see how fast it goes?” He says, smirking menacingly.

“No, I value my life. Thanks, though.”

“You failed the test.”

“Huh?”

“I was testing you. We’re doing a say ‘yes’ challenge. Ya can’t say ‘no’.”

Oh, right. This challenge could either be the worse thing I agreed on or the best decision of my life.

You groan. “Okay fine.”

“If you said yes before I wouldn’t have done it. But as your punishment….” Eddie lifts his foot off the gas, reeling it back.

“No, no, no!” You put your hands over your eyes.

After a couple of seconds, you realized that you were still moving at same constant speed. You peeked through your eyes at him. Him giving you a wink then looking back on the road.

“You’re an asshole.” You pout.

“I know. But you just look so adorable when your scared,” He chuckles. “It’s your pick first by the way.”

You were meant to pick a model of a car and its color you to elect for this first round of dates. You looked up, finger on your chin as you dramatically contemplated your choice.

“Red Cadillac.” You decide.

“What year?”

“Does it matter?”

“No. I just wanted to be annoying. Maybe find out if you know cars.”

“Not me. My older brother. The guy was obsessed.”

“You have a brother?” Eddie asks, intrigued by the new information.

“Mhm, older brother. By 4 years.”

“What do you think he’ll think of me?” He smiles, knowing it wouldn’t be good.

You were mostly surprised by that fact that he would bring up meeting your brother. That meant meeting your family. The kind of step you’d take once a relationship becomes serious.

“He’d probably kick your ass.”

He laughs. “That’s fair.”

“Oh! There it is. A red Cadillac.” You point.

Eddie gets into a parking spot and you stretch over to his side to look in his window. The sign read as: Frieda’s Art Shop.

“An art shop,” You say, plopping back down in your seat. “How nice. Little shady with the sign but I’m sure it’s just an aesthetic thing. So far the date’s going my way. Hope the next one choice will take us to a nice seminar about female empowerment.”

“You’re just saying that to make me suffer, aren’t you?”

“Can’t say ‘no’.” You shrugged.

“Jokes on you. I actually wouldn’t mind. I support women’s right to fuck who they want.”

“Well…it’s not entirely what female empowerment is about but you’ve got the spirit.” You say, disingenuously. “Now shouldn’t we enter the art shop.”

Eddie looks through the window at the destination then he looks back with a smug look. “Yeah…’art shop’. Let’s go, little vixen.”

He exits the car, leaving you feeling both uneasy and bewildered. Why did he say it like that? That tone in his voice always signals that he’s up to no good.

He opens your passenger door, holding out his hand. You reluctantly take it, wondering what exactly have you gotten yourself into.

When you made it to the entrance, you began to question whether this really was what you thought it was. Your concerns were confirmed when you both entered the premises. It wasn’t an art shop. It was a TATOO shop.

“Oh, no.” You whisper.

“Oh, yes.” Eddie counters.

“You rigged this!”

“It was your choice. Not mine. I’m just really lucky.”

You couldn’t believe it. You had to ask someone in charge what exactly is this place. Scurrying up to the counter, you greeted the purple-haired lady with extensive tats and piercings on her body. “Hello. I saw your sign out there and so I was wondering is this the art shop or…”

“It’s a body art shop. Sorry that signs missing some letters and now it’s become like a running joke with us. Didn’t you see the drawing of the hand with the electric needle? I thought it was self explanatory.”

“I thought it was a paint brush!” You defended.

She shrugs. “You can still see some art. You look like a fresh one. Newbie. I like ‘em new. Wanna get a tat?”

You look behind you, Eddie urging you on. You slumped in defeat, turning on your heels to face the woman who also carried an mischievous smile on her face.

“Alright,” You sigh. “Let’s do this shit.”

“Follow me, freshie.” The lady beckons with one finger.

Unenthusiastically, you walk after, Eddie following behind with a lot more pep in his step. When you were sat in the chair, you looked panically at him when you spotted the needle.

“You’re fun Y/n, remember?” Eddie encourages.

“‘Fun but know her limit’ Y/n. I might pass out right now.”

“What if we get one together? That’ll calm your nerves. I was looking to get one soon and you said you’d be doing the same last time. Today’s the day.”

“Okay. Maybe seeing him do it first will calm me down.” You say to the tattoo lady.

“Alright, whatever calms your nerves, princess. Raul, help our mate over here please.”

You growled. Why did everyone take you as some pamper princess? Back then, you were viewed far from that label. Although, you couldn’t deny the feeling of happiness you felt being treated as such by Eddie.

“Hold on a moment. You’re the bloke from that new hot band, Corroded Coffin! I fucking love your music, bruv.” Raul says.

“Thanks, man.” Eddie says, shyly rubbing the back of his neck.

“You think you could play sign my guitar. I’ve got it right here in the shop—”

“No, ya wanker. Can’t you see the man is trying to have a night of fun with his girlfriend. He doesn’t need to be bothered as a celebrity. Treat him as any client.” The lady with purple hair chastises.

“Fuck off, Lilia. You’re no fun.”

“You fuck off, Raul. Grab a needle and let’s get this started.”

Your chairs were positioned side by side. Eddie rolling up his sleeve for a tat in his inner wrist. The moment the needle touches his skin, he lets out a strained yell.

“Oh, crap. It hurts that bad!” You asked, eyes wide.

“No. I just wanted to scare you again.” He laughs.

“One of these days, Munson. Mark my words. I will terrify you.”

Without warning, Lilia begins to tattoo your inner arm and you jerk up. “Watch it, princess.”

“You’re the one who started with no heads up,” You shriek. Eddie holds out his hand and you immediately grip onto it. “This is the craziest thing you’re making me do!”

“I wouldn’t say that just yet. The date’s not over.” His laughter turning into a hiss as the needle dug deeper into his skin.

—————

You and Eddie were now preparing to show off your tattoos as a surprise to each other. You were pleased with the tattoo and honestly it wasn’t so bad but you wouldn’t tell him this or he’d never let you live it down.

“Okay, reveal in 3…2…2 1/2….2 3/4…” He teases.

“Will you please hurry up?” You giggle, jumping up and down excitedly.”

“1.”

You both remove your hands from your tattoos. You both immediately burst into laughter at your tattoos. They were matching tattoos of cats. It was your tattoo artist’s pick and she decided to surprise you both with the matching tattoos.

“She gave us matching ones. How embarrassing.”

“To her defense, she buys us as a couple.” He nudges you with an elbow, your face growing hot.

You didn’t think he’d pick up on her commenting on you being Eddie’s girlfriend figuring it was best to ignore it. Were you his girlfriend? He hadn’t exactly asked.

Before leaving the shop you thanked the artists, Eddie even signing the guy’s guitar and talking about playing sometime together, exchanging phone numbers. It was a nice first start and the two of you had plenty more dates to attend.

—————

“My pick is a black…. Mustang. That’ll be hard to find. I don’t think anyone in this city drives a mustang. We might have to go farther out.”

“I have a good feeling we’ll be seeing one soon and that this time the venue will be in my favor.”

“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy that tattoo. I saw your toes curling each time she forced the needle deeper. You like pain.”

You scoffed. “N-no, I don’t.”

“You’re very convincing.” He says, sarcastically. “So…tell me about yourself. I feel like I’m still kept in the dark about you.”

“You know who I was.”

“Not high school. Like your whole life or something. You know a lot about mine with this article thing. What about you though?”

“You’re taking the role as the interviewer?”

“Yep, make it good. I could use a juicy story.” He quips.

“I don’t know. My life’s pretty boring. I didn’t have a terrible childhood. I was just always kinda there ya know. You know, my mom wanted me to take piano lessons. Wanted me to be a prodigy. Be interesting, ya know. Like my older brother who’s great at almost everything. My mom would always brag about him to her friends rarely about me. She wasn’t trying to forget me of course. She was still kind to me. It’s just I wish she noticed what I can do to. What I’m actually good at. My dad was the same only a lot more misogynistic. He didn’t think writing was a girl’s thing. I just got so used to being ignored at home that it was only second nature in school. I found myself comfortable being alone. Sometimes alone doesn’t mean lonely….but I’ve known them both. I’m glad I met Chrissy. She really helped me out my comfort zone in college. Now I don’t feel so lonely anymore. And now with you…I don’t think I’ve felt that feeling at all.”

You couldn’t believe you just admitted that. Yes, you both were on a path to being more real with your feelings but this was too much. Too vulnerable. You wished a black hole could swallow you and collapse in on itself.

“I’m glad you feel that way. I’ve felt that way with you, too. For a while now.” He says in a tone sounded slightly relieved.

“That’s great. I’m glad I can be that person for you, too.” God, you were blushing so much tonight. Him, as well. The two of you staying in happy silence as you drove the narrow road.

Then, you spotted a black mustang.

———————

“Whoaa.” You both say simultaneously, staring up at the tall castle before you.

You were clearly showing yourselves as tourists in the crowd of people but neither of you cared. It was breathtaking. This was definitely set up in the cards for you.

“A tourist attraction where the atttraction’s a freaking castle. You don’t see things like that in Hawkins.” You say, wistfully.

“I don’t like museum but I can admit that this is pretty sick. You wanna explore?”

“Yes!”

Taking each other’s hands, you run up the flight of stairs to the front entrance and eyes taking in the sights before. Beautiful artwork of religious stories depicted on the tall, tall ceilings and endless halls to be explored.

You wanted to act your wildest childhood fantasies of running through a castle. If only you had a longer gown but, nonetheless, you wanted to roam freely without seemingly looking like a complete fool. Eddie must’ve sensed this because instead of following along with the crowd, he sneaks you both into the back of the line before guiding you up the nearest steps with him.

“Where are we going?!” You whispered.

“We can have a history lesson about this place some other time,” He imitates an old Cockney British accent. “Diving into the quest is a far better option, m’lady.”

“I guess we can have our own little tour,” You smiled, bashfully. “Race you to the top.”

Yanking your hand away, you run up the stairs as best as your heel boots would allow you. He laughs, following after you. He could easily surpass you but then he wouldn’t be able to admire you from behind and that’s something he couldn’t allow himself to do just yet. Especially, when the view involves the short hemline of your dress swaying side to side revealing just a couple inches of more of your soft, ample thighs. He regretted his perverted mind, psyching him up enough to want to chase you and pin you up against a wall.

You giggled away, unaware of the turmoil you’d caused within him. He finally catches up to you, wrapping his arms around you from behind and you squeal in delight.

You turned to face him, his hands lowering to your hip. Believing you would kiss him, he presses his forehead against yours. Your arms slide from around his neck, down his chest feeling the soft material of his shirt along with the hardness of his chest under your fingertips. Instead of doing what he’d hoped, you take his hand and run through the halls.

Every now and again, you’d stop and admire the views of gorgeous renaissance paintings and lavish architecture. By the time, you’d finish exploring the sun was beginning to set.

“There’s a maze here, too. This place is endless.” You say, in exhaustion mixed with excitement.

“Wanna explore it before it gets too dark? We can head to dinner after and then…whatever you decide.” He says, a glimmer of nerves in his tone.

Hw was making it your decision for how the night ends. You appreciated it knowing he was doing this to let you know that tonight didn’t have to end with you both sleeping together.

“Yeah, I’d like that.” You smile softly.

Once you reached the maze, the museum guides explained that it would be a difficult maze and should you both need help, they’d come after you. But if you did escape the maze then you’d get a prize at the end.

The sun was still setting so there wasn’t much time to wait. You walked through hand and hand, neither of you saying a word. It wasn’t for the fact that you had nothing to say but it was more so that you both were really nervous.

You knew the time was approaching where after this date you’d have to make the decision if you wanted to go all the way. Not that you were being pressured but once you do it , there would be no looking at each other the same way. You know your feelings would only grow from that moment on.

“Yes.” You say, breaking the silence.

He whips head at you confused. “I didn’t say anything out loud…did I?”

You shook your head and laughed, “You didn’t. But this is my answer to you about tonight. ‘Yes, I want to…I want you to…”

He closes the gap between your bodies, causing your words to die on your lips. His hands are calloused and soft, cupping your face. You press a kiss to his palm.

“I want you more.” Eddie whispers, tauntingly.

“Not possible.” You say.

“Pretty sure it is. I’m the one who’s been trying to get your attention for these past weeks. I didn’t think you were interested til you kissed me.” Now he’s admitting things that he’d swear he’d kept all the way to his grave. That old man from the other night wasn’t a mobster…he’s a freaking wizard.

“Think I’m gonna need you to keep my attention some more,” You whispered against his lips. “Kiss me.”

He captures your lips in a chaste kiss. It’s like he’s afraid to go on further. Like he was still giving you room to change your mind. Placing, your hand around the back of his neck, you pull him deeper into the kiss and the ropes of restraint snaps. You’re frenching in the middle of this maze, his thigh between your legs for you to grind against. Little whimpers escaping your lips.

His hands cup your ass to guide your hips against him. Once he felt like you’d picked up on the pace he set, his hands went to the thick strap of your dress. He lowers it, setting your breast free. Instead of hiding yourself, you arched into him, moaning at the hungry look on his face. He dips his tongue in your mouth for one last kiss, you sucking on his tongue to stop him from breaking away but he does. He blows air against your neck before peppering kisses on the supple flesh. Your eyes flutter close, biting your lip at the sensation. Then, you felt a small lick on your breast gasping softly at the feeling of his expert tongue. He’s licking short, flicks up it’s curvature, purposefully avoiding your hardened bud.

When his tongue finally circles around it, you let out a cry loud enough for the guide to voice his concerns from the front of the maze.

“You guys need assistance in there?” The guide inquires.

You both laugh at the context of the question along with the sexual activities you both were participating in. Eddie resumes his ministrations on your nipple and bites down hard enough to jolt you and falters your grinding.

“Oh, fuck.” You whispered, shakily.

He pulls away and a line connecting his lips to your hardened nipple forms, breaking when you tug him by the hair for another kiss.

You almost got carried away, hands traveling down to his belt when he places a hand over yours. “This was just a preview of the fun we’ll be having later, little one. No more.”

“What happened to say ‘yes’ extravaganza? You’re saying ‘no’ to me.” You whined.

“With good reason,” He says, fixing your dress. “We’re in public.”

“Never stopped you.” You retort.

“True, but I’m a changed man.” His body peels off yours and you instantly miss the warmth of his body.

Snaking an arm around your waist, you both walked through the maze. It’s dark now and you could hardly see where you’d just come from.

“Okay, I think it’s time we call it a night. This is harder than I thought it was.” He cups his hands over his mouth to call for help when you place wrap a hand around his wrist and point at the few lights in the sky.

Sky lanterns. Without a word, you follow the lifht in awe not thinking of how fast you were going. You needed to see where exactly they were coming from.

It seemed like you were getting closer because more and more sky lanterns littered the night sky. Until finally, you’d made it out of the maze, a female guide waiting at the end with two sky lanterns.

“Congratulations! You made it to end of the maze. Very few could do it. Here are your lanterns. Straight through that walkway, it will lead you to an area near our pond where guests are releasing their lanterns. It’s a little treat before the holidays. Enjoy!” She hands you both your lanterns and you both walk down the stone pathway passed the tall trees and then you were where the clear skies were. Floating lanterns filled the sky illuminating the rippling pond. There were families, couples, all sorts of groups releasing their lanterns and the atmosphere just felt magical.

You made an agreement with one another to release your lanterns once you thought about something you wished for.

“What’d you wish for?” He asks.

“You know the rules. If I tell you, it won’t come true.” You flip your hair off your shoulders.

“You’re boring,” He says, pinching your nose. “Ready to release?”

“Oh, yeah.” You nod, eagerly.

“3, 2…1!”

You release, following your lanterns in the sky. They bumped and swirled against one another before disappearing in the sea of lights.

This confirms it, saying ‘yes’ was my best decision so far.

From your perspective, all you saw were the lights. From Eddie’s perspective, you were the light. A light brighter than any of the ones in the sky. You stared up and giggling to yourself at the beauty and he’s smiling to himself, lucky to see such a sight on you.

You glance at him, nearly missing his stare until you did a double take. You smile, curling up against his body, your head resting against his chest.

“You wanna get out here? I’m starving.” You sighed, hugging your arms tight around his waist.

“What are you in the mood for?”

“If I tell you, you’d probably look at me different. But for now, simply, I could eat some Italian.”

He kisses your forehead. “Let’s get you what you want.”

—————

You downed your third drink for the night. The nerves making you drink as you searched for a boost of liquid courage. Neither of you had ordered any actual food up until this point. When the waiter left, you let out a string of words in an attempt to carry the conversation away from sex. “I can’t believe I got a tattoo. What will my parents think when they see this?”

“Probably how awesome it looks and how they’ll wish they were as cool as us.” Eddie laughs only slightly tipsy.

“Oh, yeah, my parents would totally want tattoos of cats holding guns.” You snort.

He just looked so good. How on earth are you not supposed to think about sex when he looks at you like that? You didn’t realize you were biting lips and staring at him as he spoke until he stopped and chuckled. “You okay?”

“I’m fuck—fine. I’m fine.” You facepalm yourself mentally at the freudian slip.

“Someone’s got a dirty mind.”

“Oh, god.” You hide your face.

“I’m just playing around. I’m actually having a tough time not thinking about it either.”

“Maybe we should skip dinner and order takeout. I don’t want to avoid this anymore, Eddie. I want you to fuck me.”

Eddie nearly spat out his drink in shock. He must’ve heard you wrong? No way would you be this direct.

“H-huh?” His heart beat loud in his ears as he does what he can to focus on your words.

“I said, ‘I want you to fuck…me’. I don’t want to wait anymore. I need you.”

“Shit. If I’m being honest, I’m not sure if I can stand right now. That just made me so hard.”

“Don’t make me wait. I want to feel it.”

“How badly?” He leans in closer.

“So badly. I wanted it ever since I’d seen you this morning.”

“I wanted you ever since you walked in my dressing room.”

“Then, take me. Make me yours.” You were like horny teenagers again, ready to search for the nearest room to pounce at each other.

You wren’t planning on staying for the food. Dropping some cash on the, Eddie and you make your way out trying to keep your hands away from each other long enough so you wouldn’t tear at each other’s clothes in the middle of the restaurant.

———

Every red light was an opportunity to feel his lips on your, every now and then you’d palm the front of his crotch. He was so huge. You knew the first time he’ll enter you, it’ll hurt but you’d willingly take that pain over the aching you felt for him not being inside you now.

He was driving at a little under the speed limit, not wanting to scare you. His need was so strong that if he didn’t hold back, he’d slam on the brakes.

“Faster.” You whined.

“I don’t want to scare you.”

“Oh, now you don’t,” You groan. “Please drive faster. If I don’t have you, I think I might go crazy.”

“And you think I’m not going crazy with how needy your being. I want to take you in so many ways.”

“Then, do it. Right now. Fuck the hotel. Let’s do it here.”

“Y/n, not another word. We’re almost there.” He rests a hand on your thigh, rubbing up and down in an attempt to soothe you but it only made everything worse.

You brush his hand away. “No! Don’t do that or we won’t be leaving this car.”

“Almost there.” He says, breathing heavily.

When you spotted the hotel in the distance growing closer you felt such a relief. The tension had consume you deeply and in return you absorbed it’s energy. Once the car’s parked, your hands are each other once again. You make way with his hairtie releasing his wild curls and tangling your fingers into them.

It was a good thing that as you stumbled through the lobby that no witnesses were there aside from the front desk receptionist who neither of you could care less for the situation.

The elevator felt like a long ride up to but it didn’t stop your wandering hands and exploring mouths. By the time you reached his room, you could barely let him stick unlock the door, pulling him into another kiss whenever he’d try.

“Just a sec, babygirl.”

“No mor waiting.” You whisper, breathlessly. Pecking his lips over and over.

“It won’t be long.”

You reluctantly release him from your grip and he turns to quickly and frustratingly unlock his room door. Once he’d managed to open it, it’s like an unholy spirit bestowed upon him. His eyes that glimmer with excitement now replaced with intense dark eyes.

You take in his shift in demeanor. It was enough to bring you to your knees and it did…at least it almost did until he’d wrapped his ring-clad finger around your throat, guiding you back to your feet.

“Strip for me.” He orders.

You swallowed hard but you knew you would listen with little ifs, ands, or buts. He releases you, taking a seat at the edge of the bed and giving you the spotlight. You remove your shoes first and showing off your legginess. Next came, the straps of your dress. You slowly move them down your shoulder, revealing your breasts before him. You’re given any room to feel embarrassed as he looked at you like you were the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on.

While you allows your dress to slide down your body, you notice his hands unbuckling his belt, snaking it out of the loops of his pants; eyes still glued to your figure. You stood before him now in your lace thong, making the next move to remove them.

“Keep them on.”

He saunters over to you taking your wrists in his hands. You look up at him with doe eyes, curious and filled with desire.

“Is this what you want?”

“Yes, please.”

“How do you it?”

“In any way you like. Just take me. Please.” You begged.

Wrapping the belt around your wrists and knotting it tight, you were at his mercy. That’s the way you both liked it. He guides you to the bed, you’re on your back with your tied hands above your head. You looked so ravishing before him. Submitting your body to him to do as he wishes. He won’t let you regret this. He aims to please you and leave you dumbified at the end of the night.

He starts by kissing up your legs, exchanging between the two. When he places a kiss on the top of your clothed covered pussy, you squirm in need as you’re reminded of the feeling of his lips between them. He dips a tongue into your bellybutton, chuckling as you moaned out loud.

He grips your side, squeezing as he adored your body. When he makes it up to your face, he kisses in heated passion. Busied by his talented mouth, you didn’t notice his hands push aside your under, dipping a finger into your tight, hot channel. He pumps away inside of you curling his fingers and wiggling it in spots that made you gush around him.

“Eddie!” You cried out, bringing your hands down to slow him but, with his free hand, he pins them back up over your head. Years of guitar and piano, had it’s perks for Eddie making him incredibly skilled at bringing a woman to tears from pleasure in a matter if seconds.

You were sobbing uncontrollably, feeling him the cold ring tap over and over against your clit. It was too good and mind-numbing to the point where you’d nearly forgotten you were in a hotel room where people can surely hear you through these thin walls.

When he pulls out, his fingers glistened, hovering over you. Your slick has the consistency of honey as Eddie spread his fingers apart to admire the way it dripped and clung to his finger. He tastes you, moaning.

“I love the way you taste, Y/n. Can’t wait to have more.”

You were dead. He’ll be using his fingers and his mouth down there and you were going to die from an overload of bliss. It’s not exactly a terrible way to die.

He slips your thong of you, inhaling its scent. God, even the way you smell was addicting. You were the death of him just as he were for you.

Turning you over on your stomach, he drags you by the legs, making sure you were bent over the edge; feet planted back on the ground. He spreads you wide, seeing your juices seeping from your puckering core.

He’ll mentally capture this moment. You bent over his bed with your perfect ass in the air. He gets on his knees behind you, toying with you clit with a few fingers and eliciting a broken record of moans. Then, his lips and tongue make contact and you began to ride back against his face in a desperate attempt to cum. His nails sinking into the flesh of your ass, enjoying the way you bucked against his awaiting mouth.

“That’s right, baby. Ride my face.” He rasps, smacking one ass cheek in the process. You groan, using the bed as leverage to rut against his face made for riding. His thick fingers are added back into the equation again, thrusting into you to produce more of your wetness. Whatever pours from you, he collects on his tongue wiggling around to drink of the aphrodisiac.

“You’re so fucking good, daddy,” Your eyes roll into the back of your skull. “You gonna make me cum so hard. Please.”

You throw a hand over your mouth, shoving your face into the mattress when you feel his long, fat tongue plunge into your pussy all while his finger played with your sensitive nub.

“Ohhh, unh my god. I’m close.” You pant, flashes of light spotting your vision.

He can barely talk. So invested on your pleasure solely, he couldn’t break his focus to speak when he wanted nothing more than to feel you quaking around his tongue.

“Eddie, oh fuck!” You came harder than you did the last time which was dangerous for you. You were hyperventilating like you ran a marathon as a wave crashed into you, causing your arousal to run down your wobbly legs.

He slurps up whatever he could, groaning at the aftershocks racking through your body that jolt you back against his face.

He stands to his feet turning you back to face him and your blissed and spaced out. You were boneless but alive.

You sit up once you recovered, sliding down the bed to your knees in front him; your hands resting on his pants.

“This is about you.”

“And this is what I want.” You unbutton the front of his pants, eyeing him as you did so.

You lower his pants along with his underwear, kissing his soft belly and the trail of hair. One more tug and he springs out of his confines, popping out like a 3D movie.

This is your first time seeing his dick. It’s obviously incredibly huge. Veiny cock with a pink engorged tip, super thick and long, you questioned how could any man be this blessed.

He’s mouthwatering. You take him in your hands, running the tip and base over your lips. You kiss his cock hoping it’s enough to express your craving of him. He stares down at you from above thumbs swiping sweetly across your cheek as you take him into his mouth.

He hisses. “Fuck, that mouth is good.”

He grips your hair, guiding you against him. Despite your hands being bound together you made it work. With the force of his thrusts and his cock hitting the back of your throat, you pump him in between these moments. Gagging and salivating as you’re attempts to swallow him proved to be a challenge.

“You look so fucking hot. Got your mascara running down your face trying to swallow me, little vixen.” He brings you all the way down, your nose hitting meeting his happy trail and taking in his manly scent.

He pulls out of your mouth, watching as you coughed at the vigorous throat fucking.

“Cum in my mouth. Wanna taste you on my tongue.”

“Stick it out for me.”

You do as he says, sticking out you the wet appendage to offer for his enjoyment. He run his cock back and forth over your tongue, then slams back into your throat again. Your lips stretching further to accommodate him and whatever your mouth couldn’t reach, you stroked energetically.

With his balls drawing in, you began to with them to the actions of your head bobbing.

“Aw, fuck, Y/n….don’t fucking stop. Such a good girl.”

He sounded so sexy, falling apart because of you. “Mmm, yes, baby. Yes. Show me how much you want it.”

You sucked harder, staring into his eyes daringly. You wanted his soul and he’ll gift it to you with a smile on his face. “Shit, shit, shit.” He chants in succession, flooding your mouth with his cum. You’re relentless as you continued to suck him off with fervent passion, drinking every last drop.

His knees nearly buckle. You were sucking him to the point of sensitivity and he felt like maybe his life force had been sucked away, too. He hadn’t even penetrated you and already he’s weakened by your touch.

You pull off him, looking like you were expecting more. He couldn’t be more proud at this.

“Can I have it inside me now?” You rubbed your head against his thigh.

“You want it hard?”

“Please, so hard.”

“I might ruin that tight little pussy. You have felt a dick like mine.”

“I can handle it.“

“Give me your hands.”

You extended you hands, he frees them from the restraints and you’re more than happy. You were rewarded with the permission to touch him.

“Should I get a condom? I’m clean but I’m not sure I’ll be pulling out if I’m inside you.”

“Don’t. I’m clean and on the pill. I got on it for you, hoping one day I’d get to have you. Thank you for giving me your cock, sir.” You kiss his thigh, you were a complete opposite of yourself. You could hardly recognize who you were but it was his affect on you which resonated so intensely with you.

You’re laid back against his bed. You complained of the amount of clothes, he still had on and he listens; throwing off his clothes. You love the way his body looked. He was covered in tattoos and he was had the kind of body that was fit yet soft enough for your to cuddle.

He wanted to watch your reaction once he slipped to you. Skin against skin, eyes locked. The engorged head of his cock pressed against your entrance.

“Tell me when it hurts, okay?”

You nod. He presses the tip into you and although you felt the burn of the stretch, it didn’t seem to bad. Until he’d knocked deep into you, splitting you open inch by inch. You’re eyes widen.

“Oh, my god. Wow. I’m being split in two,” You choked out, blinking back tears. No matter how wet you were, nothing could’ve prepared you for this. “Oh wow. Wow.”

He kisses at the teary corners of your eyes, circling your clit as he deep, slow stroke into you. You hear the noise of squelching build up as he pick up the pace, watching his mouth fall open at the feeling of you.

“So damn tight.” He growls.

You whimpered. The pain slowly dissipating to a bubbling pot of lust, love, pleasure combined. You dig you nails into his back, raking down on the freckled skin.

“It’s so good.” You mewled before capturing his lips.

Once he felt like, you’d gotten used to him. He’d gone rougher, heavy balls hitting against you ass as he pummeled into your sweet heat.

You closed your eyes, smiling a little at the feeling of him filling you over and over. You missed this feeling and you were most happy to know that it was him that would claim your body after so long being off men.

His chokes you, gently hitting a spot deep enough in you that made you yelp with every slam against it. He lit you up in ways that you didn’t understand. The lack of oxygen feeling euphoric. He releases his tight grip and you gasp for air only to feel it cut short once again.

He whispers the dirtiest things in your ear along the lines of ruining you for other guys and keeping you tied to his bed for the rest of the trip and it worked enough to have you spilling in his sheets.

“I’m gonna cum. Daddy, can I please cum?” You asked, your tone pornographic.

He hits up into your guts and you can feel him, prodding through your stomach, nudging the spongy button within you.

“Cum for daddy. Make daddy all wet.”

You weren’t sure how you would do that until you felt him reach a depth of you that flash your vision white and you screamed as the sensation built and built then released with a satisfying flow of wetness.

You whined loud as he bit into your neck, pounding and sloshing around in your pussy. You were clenching around him hard enough to keep him from thrusting with ease.

With one last clench, he spills within you not long after after you. Breathing heavily and stifling his whines, he wrings himself for all he’s worth within you, coating your walls.

You were being filled by a rockstar. By Eddie Munson. A man you admired from afar. A man you hated once. A man who you once considered as your friend. This very man made you cum so hard around him, making you already anticipate for another chance at this.

He stills inside of you with a satisfied sigh. You playing with the curls of his hair. The night had ended with a band, indeed.

He pulls out of you, the sudden lost making you feel cold again. With laying next to you, it isn’t to bad especially when he pulls you to his side to rest on his chest. He looks down, smiling at you. “You feeling okay?”

“I feel like I just experienced something so out of this world. I feel like a whole new woman!

“I’m thinking for the rest of the night I’ll continue to make you feel that way. Anything to keep my girl by my side.”

You tensed. “Your girl?”

“Y-yeah,” He laughs dryly. “If it’s okay with you, of course.”

You smiled, giddily. Maybe it was the butterflies in your stomach from those orgasms or overall having Eddie as yours but it felt like you were on top of the world.

“Of course, it’s okay, Eds. I’m your girl.” You kissed his sweaty chest, curling into him.

“Good,” He sighs his relief, squeezing you closer. “The night’s far from over just so ya know. I’ve waited patiently for you. I’m going to get my fill of you by the end of the night. If that’s possible of course.”

“Bring it,” You challenged with a smirk. “I was wondering if it was only a warm up.”

He chuckles, darkly. “Oh, you’re gonna get it now.”

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featuring: headcanons, mspaint yonny, and more

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UHH the timeline is already hard enough to follow for 4 it's a little messy... I imagine for the pom wraith AU, it's mostly the events of pikmin 4 with some extra bits tacked onto it (like Olimar encountering the plasm at some point on his lonesome).

WAHHH THANK YOU... heres some secret mod lore, yonny is the HARDEST motherfucker to draw for me. he was ever since i started drawing the rescue corps and he still is!!!!!!!!!!!! his stupid face is so HARD GRRUUAUUGGHH

THANK YOU!!! i have a few bernard drawings/doodles in the pipeline to post eventually

(ive done a few ask masterposts at this point so forgive me if i already answered this one) AHHHHH i mean pom DOES really like Olimar. he challenges her skills out on the field when she's trying to track him down as a leafling which she finds engaging, and she finds him quite charming from the logs she reads. after he's cured, he's nothing but kind and supportive.

i don't think she'd try to take off with him like the plasm, but she'd feel protective over him if something were to threaten him

WAUUGGHH THANK YOU!!!! putting my favorite fictional characters into an enclosure and watching them

THANK YOU!!! you get it, he's so wet and pathetic

YEAH i have more bernard incoming!!! he's so genuinely supportive and it kinda freaks pom out because she can't tell if he has ulterior motivations or not (he doesn't. he's just a really cool dude. they'll become besties💖)

i'll perform the summoning ritual for you anon

there he is. what a jolly fellow

THIS IS A REALLY GOOD QUESTION... i had to consult with my friends for a lengthy food discussion (big hearts to @cosmicocoffee who helped me with like literally all of them)

for Pom, she's a wraith, so she just likes interesting and strong tastes. she's very partial to sweet things, and she LOVES chocolate (because that's one of the first sweets she ever tasted). although, she also like really spicy things because it's a neat feeling. as for least favorite, uh... i mean, the girl will literally eat soap for fun. it's very rare for her to have a food item she despises. they DO exist though, she fucking hates raisins

Dingo likes MANLY food, like MEAT and RIBS. well, he mostly likes being seen eating it. he does have a fondness for sweet things and smoothies. the town he grew up in could get pretty cold, so he grew up eating quite a lot of hot meals like caldo de res (he's especially fond of soups made the way his mama used to make them). he also picks up a fondness for hot tea from growing up with yonny, but he always puts extra honey in his cups. dingo HATES some foods though, especially sushi. the last time he tried to impress people by eating sushi, Dingo was hunched over outside the restaurant with Yonny rubbing his back...

shepherd! likes coffee. @soupvnova said she'd go to starbucks (spacebucks?) often to get the pup cup for oatchi which is very good. she has the healthiest diet out of all of them with routine exercise, protein shakes, lots of fruits and shit. she does have a weakness and a bit of a sweet tooth though, especially for cake. it hardly puts a dent in her diet though given her metabolism, she's a very built captain. she's not a fan of steamed vegetables... too squishy for her.

while talking about shepherd it is imperative to share that Oatchi will eat ANYTHING. if something hits the ground it is in his mouth immediately, shepherd has had to wrestle him to get space dog-unsafe food outta there before. although she will also constantly sneak him stuff from the dinner table

collin's fun because he enjoys eating healthy, he's a fan of fresh spring salads and stuff like pineapples and watermelon, but he also has to live off of a lot of processed/vending machine food because the man pulls all nighters frequently. he's also prone to stress eating... you can find him demolishing a watermelon and he's just. covered with seeds. he likes crunchy foods and seeds-- he's very hamstercore. he comes to Despise instant noodles because of how often he has to rely on them for food in the dead of night

fucking uhhh yonny, he likes foods that pair well with reading, he has pretty "mature" tastes and enjoys tea, maybe a glass of wine if he's feeling it. he often gets tunnel vision with his work and will neglect to eat, and as their doctor he'll have to set reminders on his phone to go have a meal so he doesn't fall ill. i can imagine he's not too into sugary things...

we already know bernard has some very expensive tastes, but he might just struggle with some textures or tastes in food. like, he enjoys pizza, this man is just a very picky eater... i can see him having tastes all over the board though. also he's protective over his stuff, he cared more about dingo eating his pizza than abandoning him

russ. uh... russ. yeah

olimar and louie are not part of the rescue corps, but i could see olimar joining (and louie following) sometime after the events of 4! he'd get a much better benefits package... he'd be good at providing logistical support for rangers out on the field, although his achy back would probably keep him off the field himself

AHH THANK YOU!! i have written some things but i don't have anything published -- to be honest, i'm not much of a fic writer. most of my writing is mostly just me talking through ideas/stories/cool character moments with friends, which is not a very shareable format unfortunately💔

i will say, talking about ideas with buddies gives me a shit load of ideas/motivation for drawing, and a lot of the stuff i've posted probably had that as an origin

THANK YOU!! and yeah of course that's fine! every artist is a collection of inspirations, and i'm no exception. my style comes from studying what i like in art and media (made by other people). i'm honored you find me as an inspiration💖

AUGH AUGH THANK YOU!!! i appreciate the anatomically correct hearts 💖💖

YEAHH i have designs that i've been meaning to flesh out but i'm lazy... i've been sitting on a dingo and yonny wraith design for like a month now, i should just bite the bullet and post them as-is if i ever want to share them... oh well! it's all for fun, i'm not gonna stress about it looking good

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thank you for reading this far!! and thank you all for the asks, i will continue to slowly get through them...

#modask #modpost #thank you for the asks!! sorry this one took a while

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congrats on reaching 5k!!!!!

PomPom!!! (Hsr, platonic)

Hi!!! How are you?? I'm sorry I'm only able to help out when everyone else besides Miss Himieko is off the Express, or in the dead of night. I get soo nervous around them but you two seem to be the only people I can relax around. Especially when the General Jing Yuan came to visit??? I nearly had a heart attack when I thought they saw me. Don't get me stared on how Stelle/Caelus and March have been getting noesy especially about me in particular. Despite being the main culprits I know Welt and Dan Heng are also growing curious about me. I don't think anyone else besides the two of you guys have seen me, and I really hope to keep it that way. I hope keeping me a secret isn't that much of an issue,,, I promise I'll make your favourite hot chocolate and cookies for our movie night! (I am eternally thankful that Miss Himeko and you let me have my own personal kitchen in my room) Love you PomPom, I'll see you and Miss Himeko tonight!! Tell her I said Hi!!

Lots of Love,

your shy helper

𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜! 𝙣𝙤𝙗𝙪’𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙡 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙘𝙚!

to: pom-pom from honkai star rail

lately, there has been some rumors floating about the astral express. which, most times, is completely fine since one of the passengers loves to make up all sorts of stories with her wild imagination. and it has only been fueled by their latest passenger, the trash loving one. so, with their imaginations running rampant, it was only normal for them to come up with all sorts of stories to tell the express visitors at times. mainly the younger ones.

however, one day, the general of the luofu’s cloud knights had decided to visit his express friends with his retainer. the young boy went about everywhere, taking in the atmosphere and the magical energy of the galaxy traveling train. of course, taking his young age and curious nature into thought, the trailblazer told the young retainer how the express had its own spirit. they went on to great details of how the spirit of the express keeps the train in check, helping the conductor but also sometimes, stirring up trouble.

it didn’t get better as march joined in, talking stories about how one night when she came back from another trailblazing mission only the cute tiny round plushie replicas of the astral express crew. when march went to thank pom-pom about it, the conductor only expressed concern and confusion while himeko only giggles with a knowing smile.

yanqing believed every word of course, thinking that the express had its own ghost and was haunted. it only calmed down a bit when dan heng came over, gently smacking the two unruly adults over their heads and telling them to stop spreading lies. however, jing yuan stepped in at that.

“i feel something” the general of the luofu said, rubbing his chin softly as he looked around the main cabin of the express in deep thought. “there is indeed something here. a weird and new energy. something that’s a bit… inhuman and i’m not talking of the conductor” he briefly nods towards the rabbit, where they were watering the plants. briefly, jing yuan looked towards the chessboard out of the corner of his eyes, where he was sure something tiny zipped across.

and with that incident, what started as a joke quickly became a case that march and the trailblazer would diligently chase after. acting like they’re detectives, the two would speak of something being on the express to every visitors who visited. some getting scared, some finding the story funny and some seeming to have an odd recollection in their eyes. but one thing stayed the same. the two didn’t give up their detective work.

and their suspicions were further solidified when after argenti — a certain dramatic knight of beauty — helped the express to get out of the stomach of a beast that happened to swallow them. the express’ outer sides were completely alright! not a single hint of blotch or hint of being burned with stomach acid. completely clean and pristine as usual. that’s when the two came to the conclusion to call this entity “guardian of the express”. meanwhile, a certain guard of the express sighs and rolls his eyes at the shenanigans of his friends. a certain former herrscher laughing it off, telling the guard to leave them to their own devices as they seem to be having fun. on the other hand, a certain navigator and conductor stay hush hush about something, whispering to each other about something as the conductor hands over a letter to the coffee loving woman to let her read over it as well.

it wasn’t until after the rest had went to their separate rooms to rest up for the night, did the two of them sit down on one of the tables of the main cabin. pulling out a paper and a pen to write their own responses back.

“dear ‘guardian of the express’,

what do you think of the new nickname the trailblazer and march thought up for you? i think it’s pretty cool! since in a case, you are indeed the guardian of the express. passenger dan heng may be a guard of the express and an amazing one at that, but he’s also a human that needs his own rest and therefore, can’t keep the express safe 24/7. i forgot to say thank you when you kept the outer sides of the express safe when it was swallowed by the true sting. i was so worried that the stomach acid of the creature would damage it (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞!

thankfully you were here with us to keep the train and us safe.

i’m sorry if i can’t keep both passengers march and trailblazer from being too nosy about you. they tend to get a bit too excited at times about certain things. and that time is specifically now more than ever as we are cruising the star rail towards penacony. i just hope you can stay out of sight whenever they’re awake!

and as for the general of the luofu, i was quite scared of the man too! he seemed to know so much and visited the express a lot of times to the point of almost finding out about you. i was so worried when he first came over! and he also tried to steal me away from the express as well the other day ٩(ʘ益ʘ💢)۶ ٩(ʘ益ʘ💢)۶!

well, i hope you can stay safe and out of the shenanigans of some of the passengers and even the visitors. it’s alright if you don’t want yourself to be seen, me and himeko would keep your secrets safe!

with love, pom-pom the conductor of the astral express”

#nobu.writes #hsr x reader #hsr x you #hsr x y/n #hsr x gender neutral reader #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you #honkai star rail x gender neutral reader #astral express #hsr #honkai star rail #5k followers

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gaybananabread · 4 months

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AHHH, ok ok. This is my first time like ordering anything so I’m nervous asf. But I’d like oranges, grapes and cherries with Ler!Jax and Lee!Pomni. Obv everything platonic, and like, go nuts with the plot. (Idk if this is worth mentioning pero I have this silly little headcannon that Pomni squeaks like a squeaky toy when squeezed so like, IF YOU WANT, you can add that.)

IF YOU DONT DO THIS ONE ITS OKK, I rly enjoy your writing and hope you have a great day/ night, tyy <33

Fruit(s): Oranges, Grapes, Cherries

Aww thank you Anon! You’re all good, and love that Pomni would absolutely become a dog toy (¬‿¬). Jax is definitely interesting to write for, and I like playing around with his asshole-ness. Thank you for requesting, and I hope you Enjoy!

Lee: Pomni

Ler: Jax

Summary: Pomni is still getting used to the circus, anxious and uneasy in the new environment. Jax tries to help out, though he does it in his own annoying way.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

In the circus tent, small NPCs ran wild, knocking things over and babbling nonsense. They were like the Gloinks, but so much worse. Caine had dipped on them once again, leaving the characters to fend for themselves. Zooble peaced out, but the others were stuck with them.

It took nearly the whole day, but they had managed to contain the little monsters until Caine came back to woosh them away. For most of the characters, it was weirdly routine. For the newest arrival, however, it was more than off-putting. Pomni just felt…out of place in the digital world. She wandered around the tent, trying to calm herself down.

Jax was walking around, trying to find something to do. He would have messed with Ragatha, but her and Gangle were having some kind of “girl’s day.” Ugh…he wanted no part of it.

Just as he was considering going to explore the forbidden rooms, he heard the faint jingling of bells. Pomni must’ve been “exploring” the grounds again. While she wasn’t his usual target, the jester would probably keep him entertained until something else happened.

The smug and confident smirk he always wore shrank as he approached her. Pomni looked so…so tired. Tired and way too wound up. Still, he sauntered over, trying to gauge just how upset she was. “Hey, newbie. You sane after that horror show?”

Pomni flinched at his voice, taking a second to register what he said; she’d been spacing out for most of the day. “U-uhm…yes? Why?”

He rolled his eyes, trying to act as aloof as possible. “Really? ‘S just that ya look like you’re about to fall apart. Hey, you think that’s possible here?” Jax cared about how she was doing, but he had an image and a rep in the circus. No way he was jeopardizing that.

“Shut up, Jax…” She turned away from him, rubbing her arm and looking down. The girl felt crummy enough; she didn’t have the energy to deal with his junk.

He chuckled, leaning down and getting eye-level with her. Jax was bored, yes, but he didn’t want to see Pomni so down. Might as well try and cheer her up. “Aww, c’mon Pom-Pom! Try a smile; it won’t kill ya!” He reached out, trying to poke her side in an attempt to get her to smile. Before he could even get close to her blue side, she gasped softly and jerked away from his hand. Oh…that’ll work.

The look on his face was a dead giveaway to his plan. “Jax, no! I swear, don’t you even think abo-KYAH!” Pomni was cut off by a sharp poke to her stomach, whatever she was trying to say lost in a squeal.

“Oh, I’m doin’ more than think about it~” Jax’s voice was smug as ever, his gloved hands wrapping around her middle and wiggling them into her sides. The bunny crouched down, just so he could whisper in her ear. “Tickle tickle, Pomni~”

Squeaky and bright giggles bubbled out of her, only making Jax’s smirk grow. Pomni was much less amused, kicking and wriggling around in his grip. “Y-youhuhu prihick! Gehet ohoff mehehe!”

“Nah, don’t think I will.” One fun thing the purple rabbit noticed; Pomni was blushing. Really blushing, so brightly that it put the circles already on her cheeks to shame. So, of course, he called her out on it.

“Wow, I didn’t know you could blush like that, newbie!” He cooed, making sure to poke up and down her ribs as he spoke. “Thought bright red was crybaby’s thing, but you go girl~”

“Sh-shuhut uhuhuhup!” The bells on Pomni’s hat jingled with every sharp jolt and tug, only making the scene funnier. Jax was thoroughly enjoying himself; he had maintained his vibe while also making Pomni smile. True, he was being a bitch about it, but it was working.

Wanting to try something else, Jax clamped both hands firmly on her sides, giving them a nice squeeze. Nothing could’ve readied him for what happened next. “Jahahax! Wouhuld you- *squeak*”

Suddenly, his hands stopped moving, giving her a quick breather as the shock and amusement set in. After a few seconds, a loud bark of laughter escaped him, his voice more playful than it had been the whole time. “No *sproing*-ing way… You squeak?!”

Without any further warning, he dug into her sides, rapidly squeezing them in the hopes of more squeaks. “J- *squeak* COHOHohome ohon! Quihihit- *squeak* JAHAX!” The sound was almost like a dog toy’s squeaker; it endlessly amused Jax, leaving the rabbit wanting more and more of the adorable sound.

“This has gotta be my favorite quirk of yours, squeaky-toy!” He squeezed and poked along her sides, sneaking a quick rib scribble in every few seconds. Best day ever…

“P-PLEHEHE- *squeak* NOHO! JAHAX!” While he was more than enjoying the squeaks and laughter, he could tell Pomni was wearing out. Not wanting to potentially get on Ragatha’s very-bad side, he stopped squeezing the jester. “Alright, alright, no more squeezes. That was fun, though~”

Pomni went almost limp in his arms, trying to catch her breath. She looked up at him expectantly, expecting to be released. Jax only laughed at her expression. “Oh, newbie, no. I never said I was done~” The ever-growing blush on her cheeks made him smile wider, his almost haughty confidence growing.

He tested out her neck, smirking at the surprised giggles he received. “You’re just a walking tickle-spot, aren’t ya? There anywhere you ain’t ticklish?” Deciding to be a bit merciful, he kept the tickling to light scratches, exploring the area.

Much to his surprise, Pomni’s giggles softened, her body going almost slack against his. Jax wondered if he’d managed to kill her for a second, but he soon realized that she was just…enjoying it. Pomni wasn’t trying to push at his hands anymore; she just grabbed his wrists and loosely hung on.

“Aww, Pomni! You like this, don’t ya~?” He continued lightly tickling underneath her chin and the front of her neck, basking in the lazy giggles and lax squeals he got. Jax had no idea how someone could practically melt from getting tickled, but he wasn’t gonna question it.

“Ihihihi- shuhuhut ihit…” Pomni could’ve had a better response, but she was too comfy to try. While he was still tickling her, it felt much more relaxing and nice in that spot. She could’ve stayed there all day…

Quickly realizing the jester was about to fall asleep on him, Jax stopped and patted her back. Pomni took a few shaky breaths, residual giggles still squeaking out in her daze. The bunny boy just chuckled, trying to help her wake up, in a sense. “You’re good, I’m done, wakey-wakey.”

Pomni was tired, though, and feeling like mild revenge. She just leaned into the purple boy, closing her eyes and letting the sleepy relaxation take over; girl was out in seconds.

“...Pomni?” Jax’s smirk slowly fell, his brow-area bunching. She hadn’t moved in a few seconds, though he could see her breathing. Did she… That little-

Seeing her asleep on him felt strangely similar to a kitten napping there. It felt wrong to move… “*boing* it…”

Hopefully Ragatha and Gangle will be done soon…

#kasey's fruit shop #tadc tickle #lee!pomni #ler!jax #ticklish!pomni #sfw tickling community #tickle fic #tickle #fruit shop event #the amazing digital circus tickle #tadc #tadc jax #tadc pomni #the amazing digital circus

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musubiki · 10 months

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recently thinking about restructuring the timeskip period of tcwg.,..

before its essentially "mochi leaves to train her growing magic alone -> the rest of them stay together and do guild things", but i might change it to "mochi leaves to train her weird magic alone -> the rest of them break off and do their own thing for a few years"

which makes more sense since none of them know when/if mochi was ever gonna come back to them, so the mindset would eventually shift to "well we cant wait around forever, might as well move on with life"

and then when mochis magic is done growing and her training is finished, SHE has to go find THEM scattered across the central kingdom and find out if they even want to be in the guild again (they do)

taffy and coco stayed together (he didnt want to be apart from her) and stayed in a city in between their hometown and the capitol city. medium sized dock city where taffy could be close to the ocean still.

oscar went with coco and taffy for a while, but ended up moving to the capitol and when they find him he bought a house?? (and maybe owns his own business too?? no one knows how things happen to him)

lime stayed extremely active in the magic community. often moving from place to place every few months whenever he wanted and regularly did magic side quests (and the underground ring obviously). he would visit oscar and coco/taffy every so often to check in on them.

none of them ever really abandoned the magic side of the world and often did little magic side quests where they could, but taffy/coco/oscar had much more of a normal life with a home and job compared to lime (when you ask him about it he'll say something about "expanding his horizons/seeing the world/improving himself/didnt really find a place he liked and wanted to stay in for a very long time", and while thats all true the overarching reason is "searching for mochi")

(the underying plot of the timeskip/post-timeskip is that the power of magic in general is growing beyond what anyone had seen before. the reason mochi had to leave is because at the end of the first arc, her magic was supposed to be done growing and she could relax but it didnt stop. so pom took her somewhere to get a handle on it where she could essentially go ham and not hurt anyone by accident, since even pom didnt know how much she was going to be capable of eventually.

after a few years it eventually does stop growing, and poms new quest for mochi is to visit the other witches and investigate what is causing the magic to react in such a weird way, and for that she needs her guild back)

#and mochi is NERVOUS #m: theyre gonna hate me....#p: no they wont stop being a coward #bpp #text #word vomiting today #this is a little more fair for the guild #so they dont have to sit around waiting for her and go and train in the meantime living life #3 years?? maybe 5??#who knows #when she finds them again she discovers that as her magic was growing theirs was too as a consequence #they all have new and stronger abilities after the timeskip #the order she finds them is coco/taffy -> oscar -> lime #because she starts at their hometown and moves on from there #and lime is hard to get a hold of. im not sure how they find him yet #the most obvious choice would be coco texting him (WE FOUND MOCHI YOU GOTTA COME HOME!!!)#and then he blocks her for a while because he thinks shes just being an asshole again LMFAO

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anniesocsandgeneralstore · 6 months

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here to stay | rhett abbott x oc

Summary: Rhett and Tessa attend a costume party as Tinker Bell and Peter Pan. (wc: 589)

Requested: YES by @saltynametag (and thank you for the beautiful and hilarious dialogue)

Warnings: none besides some suggestive dialogue there at the end

✎……MAIN MASTERLIST || FALLTOBER MASTERLIST

Tessa stepped out of the bathroom after finishing off her hair. That classic, perfectly round bun was harder to put together than she realized. Rhett sat up a bit straight in her spot at the edge of the bed, eyebrows halfway up his forehead and pointed hat he swore he wouldn’t put on until the party held between his hands. She was amazed she even convinced him to dress up with her in the first place — so she settled for the hat being a party ornament only.

He whistled as she did a turn for him. She had to admit, for being a cartoon character, the Tinker Bell costume felt a little risque. Little flats with the white pom poms glued to the toes. Short sleeveless green dress with the classic leaf-like shape cut into the hem. If Tessa bent over she was sure her entire ass would be hanging out. She was going to be freezing at the party — but at least in this outfit she knew Rhett was going to be hanging all over her. That would surely keep her warm and her ass well out of anyone’s view.

But still, a bit of insecurity crept in as she turned to look at herself in the mirror hung on the back of the door.

“Lookin’ good sunshine,” Rhett said.

“I don’know…” she sighed as she ran her fingers over the sparkly material she had made the dress out of. “Think I c’n pull it off?”

He was suddenly standing right behind her. That little smile on his face that she found infinitely charming lifting the corner of his mouth. She liked when he smiled with his whole face, his whole body, but that little quirk of his lips was so classically Rhett she couldn’t resent it. With a hand on her waist, he snuggled in close, nose ghosting over her exposed neck.

“‘Course. I believe in you.”

Tessa shifted her weight to one foot, hand on her hip as she gave him a narrowed-eyed look in the mirror’s reflection. His smile was only growing, he knew what he was doing.

“Very funny,” she said with a playful roll of her eyes.

“Now c’mon, b’fore we’re late.” He let go of her and turned away from the mirror.

She turned to him with a smile of her own, a glint in her eyes. “What’s the rush? We’re young.”

Hat in hand and a purse of his lips, he nodded. “I see where y’re goin’...”

“Forever.”

“Yeah, I get it.”

“Y’re not the only one wi’jokes,” she said as she snatched her wings off the bed.

“‘Parently m’the only one with a watch, let’s hurry it up, sunshine,” he replied, reaching out his hand to her as he opened their bedroom door, ushering her to move it along.

“What’s the rush? Not like we’re helpin’ set up or anythin’,” she muttered, too focused on getting the elastic straps of the wings over her shoulders.

“‘Cause, sooner we get there — sooner we can leave. N’the sooner we leave…” He paused as he cocked his head slightly at her, that little quirk of his mouth back on his face. “The sooner I get t’rip that lil’thing off ya.”

“Oh.”

Tessa felt her face go bright red at the indication, at the arousal that was already pooling between her legs. Her throat dry and tongue heavy as she stared Rhett down with wide eyes. All while he just looked back with that same little smile.

This party was going to take forever.

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unparalleledfocus · 3 months

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In Pursuit of Legends... and Growth

When pursuing the future we all look for different things – stability, companionship, happiness and so much more. Some may chase a particular goal, others go with the flow, while others simply drift, unsure of where to go and what to do. We also all have, at one point or another, experienced some form of hardship, perhaps even times where we felt as if we were engulfed by a dark abyss. But we continue onwards, as tomorrow shall always come and the night will pass, giving you the opportunity to climb out of the abyss and fight for your dawn in whichever way you can. Octopath Traveler II echoes these sentiments throughout its entirety.

This shall (hopefully) be the first part a series of analyses of the 8 Travelers of Octopath Traveler II, as a way to express my love for the game, for its (upcoming) first anniversary.

This time, I shall analyse Ochette, the Hunter.

(Contains spoilers for all of Ochette’s Chapters)

Your name is Ochette, and you are a hunter.

Your tale begins on the isle of Toto'haha alongside your fellow beastlings.

Despite your troubles with the human islanders, you live a carefree life. That is, until you learn of an encroaching calamity known as the Night of the Scarlet Moon.

“All right, Master Juvah. I'll do it. I'll find those Creatures of Legend and bring them back.”

Desperate to save your home, you set sail in search of those who can help…

Ochette’s journey is a coming-of-age story. It had begun on the day she had to choose her companion in order to start the next stage of her life – that of a Hunter, a Guardian of Toto’haha. Right at the start we are shown her immense compassion – after choosing one companion over the other, the other seemingly falls to despair, goes into a frenzy and then disappear… and after all of that, Ochette could only be heartbroken. Could there have truly been no way to save them that day? To still find a way to be friends? Even after 10 years this day haunts her, and she tries to shower her companion with as much love as she can „for both of them”.

Ten years later and Ochette has now grown – she is now a talented Hunter, looking after Toto’haha and its inhabitants. She adores her home – yet she also doesn’t feel like becoming the Guardian of Toto’haha. She wants a simple life – simply enjoying meals together with her loved ones is enough for her. This idea – that your dream can be just living a simple life with your loved ones and that it is also a lovely dream – is alluded to not only during the campfire in the Final Chapter, but in the stories of the other Travelers too, those being the ones who had experienced some of the worst the world had to offer to them – Hikari, Throné and even Osvald. In the end, the message carried here is that though it may seem trivial at first, a simple life, where you can live peacefully and enjoy meals with your friends and family, is a truly worthy thing to fight for.

Returning to Ochette growing to become a Guardian, though she is hesitant to the idea of becoming a guardian of her home, she still proves herself through her actions not only as a Guardian of Toto’haha, but a guardian of nature and life as well. No matter what, she stood her ground against whatever or whomever she faced. During her journey throughout Solistia, she’s heard of, witnessed and experienced many tragic and horrific events, yet she still pressed on to not only find the Creatures of Legend who could save her home, but help others out in need too.

Tera was harmed by the Dark Hunter, falling into slumber in order heal right after. Though Ochette had to give him a literal rude awakening, after the battle Tera shook off his drowsiness and quickly and eagerly joined Ochette’s cause to protect Toto’haha. Before this Ochette also managed to befriend a human, Pom, who was once saved by Tera. She ended up helping Pom, both with a favor and, especially after allying with Tera – inspiring him and his future.

Cateracta, despite being protected by humans, was outright murdered by the Dark Hunter due to being weakened after protecting Conning Creek from a great wave. In the end, before perishing, Cateracta left behind an egg to Alpione, the only human who survived the encounter with the Dark Hunter. Years went by and humans had greedily begun looting Cateracta’s corpse. Cateracta had protected the town for so long and alas, people forgot, leaving behind only weeping bones of a once mighty god of the ocean. And yet hope remained – Alpione guarded both Cateracta’s final resting place and the egg, and eventually Ochette and her companion arrived. Though their first encounter ended in Ochette’s beast companions knocking Alpione out, Ochette’s kind heart had won Alpione over in the end. And once Ochette embraced the lonely egg, it hatched right in front of her – a young Acta who wished to travel by Ochette’s side, who Ochette hopes to help grow, who could someday, perhaps, even fulfill the role Cateracta once had – a new symbol of hope for the seas and land.

Glacis’ fate was, alas, the opposite. Though Glacis survived, the egg of this legendary being did not. The Dark Hunter, alongside prideful humans, destroyed the egg during an attempt to hunt Glacis, destroying a fragment of Stormhail’s hope. Glacis was both heartbroken and enraged, and so was the hunter who lost their friends and family to Glacis, being the only survivor after that day. It became a cycle of hate with seemingly no end in sight. And so, someone had to find a way to break that cycle – this duty falling to Ochette. To stop the neverending snowstorm she once again extended her kindness to others, while also making sure to stay strong. Though they fought, she made sure to not only comfort Glacis’ broken heart (Legendary Creature or average traveler, everyone deserves love, hope and peace), but to help Glacis find a new resolve.

“You can’t get back what you lost. But it wasn’t the only thing that mattered to you.”

”I will never forget this sorrow… But you reminded me… that there is something else I must protect. […] Thank you, Ochette.”

“No, thank you, Glacis!”

After helping Glacis, Ochette then helped the surviving hunter, Heig, stand back up and move forward in his life too – telling him to leave behind spite and hate, and to also “respect life more. Both [his] own life, and the lives of others,” as she put it.

Finally we reach the end of her story, where she must confront the Darkling – the companion she didn’t choose that day, now a broken servant of the Shadow. She could feel how deep its pain and sorrow was, mourning what had happened to the poor animal after years of suffering and loneliness.

A bit earlier, through her and the beastlings’ kindness and determination they are able to prove the humans of Toto’haha wrong, and then work together in order to save their home from the Night of the Scarlet Moon, after which the humans and beastlings proceed to live peacefully together, forging a brighter future for all of Toto'haha.

Ochette proceeds to then receive the help of Tera and Glacis, aiding her in the fight against the otherworldly beings. She continues to rush forward.

This is where we get to see how much she’s grown over the course of her journey. In a desperate moment, she realized the reason she fights – she loves Toto’haha and those that live there, and wants to help in any way she can. And though she and her companion almost perish after being sent into the sea by the Darkling, the Sacred Flame itself acknowledges her warm heart and her deeds, saving them and lending them new strength, too. After returning to the surface, the two go back to fight the Darkling, and it seems that Ochette’s growth and kindness unlocked not only her companion’s potential, but little Acta’s as well, both of which assist her in the battle. In the distance, Ochette's teacher, Juvah, admires how strong her heart is, while the two Legends prepare to continue protecting Toto'haha once more.

But in the end, though there was a great struggle between them, she chooses to help the Darkling – to give it at least one last moment of peace and love. Ochette, after offering the Darkling the same Friendship Jerky she once gave to her companion all those years ago, proceeds to comfort it in its last moments.

“It’s alright. All the scary things are gone now. There, there. If you’re reborn into this world… let’s… eat something real tasty together.”

“...Good night.”

In the end, it is Ochette’s kindness that prevails, rather than brute force. Though a strong Hunter, her true strength lies in her earnestness and ability to extend her compassion to others. Her coming-of-age story ends with her deciding to become the Guardian of Toto’haha – she had seen so much of the world during her travels, both the good and the bad, and intends to use her experiences to guide her in protecting her home. She had grown into a great Hunter – the one who had gathered the Legends, a protector of life and the ‘dawn’ itself… and a wonderful friend.

“I love Toto’haha, and the people who call it home. […] And that means… I’m going to fight!”

Additional Notes/Interesting Things

The names of the two animal companions, Akalā and Mahina, are connected to the Hawaiian words for sun (lā) and moon (mahina). Sun and moon symbology is very heavy in Octopath II, connecting to the metaphor of „the dawn filled with light after a period of darkness”. The moon is also used in two different ways: as a source of light in the dark alongside the stars, and as an omen of the impending cold and darkness.

I feel like Ochette and Hikari parallel each other a bit. Both are pursuing someone specific to aid their homes from a disaster, and the greatest strength of both is their compassion rather than their battle prowess. I just find it interesting to think about, especially since Ochette’s O is the first letter and Hikari’s H is the last letter of OCTOPATH. Another parallel she has is to Castti though I'll leave that for Castti's analysis. Glacis' situation also seems to parallel Osvald's and, to an extent, Temenos' situations as well. Another possible parallel is Acta to Agnea – someone young who lost their parent yet remains a symbol of hope.

Ochette’s stained glass represents 4 things: the circle has a design representing the (Scarlet) Moon, while the rest of the design features Glacis’ wing, a wave representing Cateracta and finally - Tera’s domain (the earth) and/or possibly its head (it’s hard for me to make out the specific symbol for Tera).

Personal: Lost to her final boss a few times. On my successful attempt I somehow bypassed its final phase and thus never got to hear The Journey for Legends Ends in the game. I did, however, get the final blow with the beastling Hired Help so that was pretty neat.

#octopath traveler 2 #octopath 2 #ochette #character analysis #I love Octopath 2's characters #And the game's message especially lives rent free in my head and heart #Please let me know on what to improve on!

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since iv posted so much abt rose apocalypse id thought id share the first 3 pages of the fic since its taking quite awhile. Context of the story is this around the end of pikmin 4

Apologies for the white flashbang </3, text version will be under the cut if you dont wanna look at the images

A trumpet rings out throughout the hull of the S.S. Shepherd, followed by the dozens of groans of tried castaways being abruptly woken up. “Attention everyone! We need you all suited and ready in an hour so you can all head home so no diddle daddling!” Shepherd barks out to a groggy crowd. After some quiet annoyed sighs and whispers the ship begins to wake up with the movement and chat of the castaways

The Rescue corps members file order amongst the wave of people walking around the ship. Pom hops outside early to stretch and bask one last time in the morning sun of PNF-404. The mission has been a success, no treasure or castaway left behind and Pom’s hard work has finally come to pay off. “You look ridiculous.”

Pom jumps a bit. “Who said that?” She stutters while looking around. “Over here, Wilted.” The sneer of a sickly pale figure reveals itself from behind the ship’s wing. “You look silly posing like some kind of hero over a bunch of pebbles” Harbinger chuckles. Pom retorts. “What do you want?” “Oh please don’t act like you don’t know what we are. I just find you such a ridiculous curiosity really.” Harbinger claims.

“What do you mean by that?”

“What’s your goal? Be friends with the ants you could destroy with a flick of your hand? They’ll figure you out sooner than later and probably get rid of you.” Harbinger states. “They won’t. And what is your problem?” Pom questions “Mmm I don’t think you’d understand considering your plans. Better off dumb and clueless, just like your plan!” Harbinger flicks her antenna with a sizzle and laughs to himself.

Poms face burns red as Harbinger mocks her under his breath as he hobbled off. She stalks after him and grabs his arm to demand answers. “I- what the hell are you doing?? Let go!” “Not until you say what you’re up to!” The two struggle against each other and Pom doesn’t realize the pain in her hand until she had completely lost her grip as her glove and parts of her hand had been torn and wilted. “W-what did you-“ Pom stops herself as she sees roots and thorns growing and blooming where she had her grip on Harbinger’s arm. He’s pulling at them but it’s clearly left a glowing mark where they grew.

Harbinger stomps up to Pom to yell but her attention is focused on her panic upon seeing Collin hopping out of the ship to investigate what the yelling was all about. All 3 freeze as Harbinger’s glowing goop drips from his arm and Pom fails to hide her torn suit glove. Collin is confused and processing what he’s seeing. Harbinger isn’t willing to give him the chance to think, shifting his hand into a bright blue claw and lunging for Collin.

He’s stopped in his tracks as long claws grasp his heel and throw him back into the dirt. Pom breathes heavily as her claws burn. She’s unsure herself what just happened but Collin’s scream most definitely snapped her back. “Collin!-“ Pom’s plea for his silence is fruitless as the rest of the Rescue corps and other castaways jump outside from hearing the scream.

The air is malleable. Pom stands, frozen in time as hundreds of eyes stare her down. Her claw has ripped through half her suit sleeve. Harbinger stands up from the dirt, his disguise falling apart and only now seeing the sea of glares he and Pom are now drowning in.

Pom runs. Shepherd, acting on her instinct, demands her crew to stop them. Though the others freeze, Yonny pulls a tranquilizer from his side and fires. The first hits Pom in the shoulder, and a second hits a cowering Harbinger quickly trying to transform. The others begin moving as the shock wears off, Pom scrambles past Harbinger getting to his feet, her body turning most monstrous without her control. The sting of the tranquilizers and frantic panic drive both wraiths into a dash across the undergrowth. ——————————

Clicking of Shearwigs fills the dusk’s quiet. Pom slowly trudges through the pedals of Blossoming Arcadia, feet worn and muddy from the run. It’s strangely peaceful with most all the wildlife minding its own business in the dark. Pom reaches the stream and rests by the edge, water soothing her legs and washing away the muck. A green glimmer against the ripples catches her eye and looking up to her side is the unmistakable burning stare of Harbinger despite the neon state.

“What do you want?” Pom snears “What do I want? You’re the one who did this! Now I have to be stuck in this stupid cubby!” Harbinger barks back. He opens his mouth to shout again but slinks back into the old toy car upon seeing a Bulborb looking over the edge of the pipes from the noise. Pom huddles under the bridge she built weeks ago to hide. The Bulborb stomps away after hearing another creature back from whence it came.

Harbinger peers out again, stating in a much more hushed tone, “And now you’ve set us up to be eaten in hours.” Pom merely gives a glare before falling back against wet rock and sighing. “..Ugh.. you and your silence. Why don’t you go ahead and marry it if you love it so much?” Harbinger jests.

Pom pays him no mind much to Harbinger’s annoyance. Her mind is still rushing with thoughts and worries about what to do now. Surely she could explain to the rescue corps and they’d be accepting. But what if they had already left, scared of the monsters that had snuck among them? What if they were now out to kill her? It was all too much.

Harbinger watches her in boredom and still a piping fury of his plan being ruined by Pom’s nosiness. “What worried no one will ever trust you again? That you’re gonna be left here, stuck like this cause of your “friend”? Cause’ it’s right.” Harbinger mocks. “You don’t know anything.” Pom returns. “I don’t know anything? Dear I think I know full well what it’s like to be alone and dropped by people at the drop of a hat. They’re not coming back for you.”

“Shut up.”

#sirwow ramble #rose apocalypse

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The Glass Slipper Chapter 2: Sweet, Sweet Nightgale

It took Cater a while to get everything from purses to shoes to the girls' separate rooms. He was still very sore from the many bags that he carried, but it was nothing to him as he daydreamed about Malleus, about anything about him.

But it wasn't all silence for him as he could hear his step sisters speak with such venom when they returned. Complaining to Lady Rosalind as soon as they entered the door about a mysterious man talking with dirty, worthless Cater. It had grown annoying for the mice, but Cater couldn't care less, as he hums and danced to himself as he put everything away.

"He's still in love," Ruggie noted, "It must be contagious, I bet!"

"He's just in love," Deuce sighs, "It's not a disease it can be spread around, Ruggie."

"Not yet." Ruggie blurted, "I heard about what love can do to you."

"The good or the bad?" Riddle questioned.

"Does that matter?" Cater snapped out of his trance as he heard the girls' argument grow louder and louder. He quickly continued his work, trying to hide the fact he was daydreaming.

"And he just talked to Cater, Mother," complained Astrid, "he barely acknowlged us! And by us, I mean me! He should've paid attention to me!"

"No way," Elise huffed, "she means me, Mother! He's too princely to talk to her."

"He's barely princely if he's talking to Cater of all people!" Astrid scoffed, "I don't think any prince would even speak to him because..look at him! Dirty and such a stammerer. No prince would want that."

Cater gulped as he walked down the stairs so he can announce his completed job, but considering how they continued to mock and belittle him, he couldn't speak up. It then became an argument between the two girls, discussing who's the prettier one worth of the prince's love, which both kept losing somehow.

"My sweet daughters," Rosalind spoke, "both are you are just as gorgeous as the stars above us. There is no need for useless competition, my dears," Rosalind's eyes drifted towards Cater and grins at him, "Oh! Hello, Cater, I see that you are finished with your chores?"

"Yes. ma'am," Cater spoke, "am I interupting something?"

"Oh, no,no. Nothing of your concern, Cater." Roselind giggles, "but since you are done, you need to cook lunch for us. Then sweep the floors, and scrub them! Then sweep the entrance, so no dust is in the house. My sweet Pom-Pom's fur can't handle the dust, it'll ruin her pefect fur. You wouldn't want that, my dear Cater."

"No, ma'am."

"Now, girls, to the music room! We shall begins to our music lesson." Roselind ordered, leading the girls to the music room, leaving Cater all alone in the foyer.

"Now, not to break the mood," Ruggie spoke, "but I heard lunch and that reminds me that we should be eating something right now!"

"Is food just what you think about?" Deuce sighed.

"He is right," Cater hums. "We should make lunch, and besides, I got so much bread and I'm not letting those waste."

Cater walks into the kitchen and looks around, checking to see if they're any ingredients for what he planned to cook. Much to his relief, he found many to use, but knowing that the girls are in the music room, he puts the food on the counter.

"You know," Cater laughs, "I can just stay here and no one would tell me what to do in here."

✨

I’m as mild and as meek as a mouse

When I hear a command I obey

But I know of a spot in my house

Where no one can stand in my way

✨

"Where?" Kalim asked.

Cater picks up the mice and showed them a small corner, accompanied by a fireplace and a small cozy chair, covered in a nice blanket. He puts them on the table to give them a better view.

✨

In my own little corner

In my own little chair I can be whatever

I want to be

On the wing of my fancy

I can fly anywhere

And the world will open its arms to me

✨

Cater stood before the mice, before grabbing his broom, ready to reenact his imagination.

✨

I’m a young Norwegian prince or a milkmaid

I’m the greatest prima donna in Milan

I’m an heir who has always had his silk made

By his own flock of silkworms in Japan!

✨

"Silkworms? That's new!" Ace chuckled.

"But it is true," Cater beamed, "My father was a traveler, and one day he went over to Japan and gave me the most beautiful silk I have seen and felt. I would like that again."

✨

I’m a boy men go mad for, love’s a game

I can play

With a cool and confident kind of air

Just as long as I stay In my own little corner

All alone In my own

Little chair

✨

"Such a small but cozy place to be in," Deuce complimented, "You mean, I can be anyone I can be here?"

Cater nods, "Yes, anything you can be, you can be here. I've always done this to escape reality for just a small while. It's helped me a lot over the years."

✨

I can be whatever I want to be

I’m a thief in Calcutta

I’m a king in Peru

I’m a merman dancing upon the sea

I’m a hunter on an African safari –

It’s a dangerous kind of sport and yet it’s fun In the night

I sally forth to seek my quarry

And I find I forgot to bring my gun!

✨

"Oh no!" Kalim gasps.

"How does a hunter forget a gun?" Riddle mumbled, confused by it all.

✨

I am lost in the jungle

All alone and unarmed

When I meet a lioness in her lair!

Then I’m glad to be back In my own little corner

All alone In my own

Little chair

✨

Cater sits down on his chair and sighs as he rested on it. "That's what happens when my imaginations go while, huh? I scared myself with that one if I am honest." Cater laughs and gets up to start lunch.

"You do have a wild imagination," Riddle gulped, "I am now worried about it."

"Yeah, but look at Cater. After a well-deserved break, he's back up and kicking!" Ace convinced.

✨

An hour passed, Cater collected all the dust, leaving the dustpan by the door, and began scrubbing the floors.

"I can't believe it," Cater hummed, "I met the prince himself…he looked nothing as I imagined him to. But he's full of mystery…his eyes were so beautiful…" The mice watched from the ledge of the stair rail, talking among themselves.

"Cater's in love!" Kalim smiles. "That's so cute."

"That guy was the prince?…he looked different than I thought a prince would look like in books." Ace remarked, "but he is mysterious, I'll say that."

"It's nice to see Cater…so happy." Riddle spoke, looking at Cater, "it's a fresh sight to see."

The mice nod in agreement. What made things worse was Astrid's singing, which sounded like nails on a chalkboard.

"That's awful!" Deuce remarked, covering his ears, "what is that?"

"Evil stepsister Astrid's voice. Once you hear it, you wish it was from Pom-Pom instead." Ace answered.

Pom-Pom hissed as she heard the noise, finding it impossible to rest when something so horrible was in her ears.

✨

The pair-shaped tool

Oh sing sweet Nightingale

Sing sweet nightingale

High above me

✨

But as Pom-Pom strolled over to the stairs, a more melodic melody calmed her down. Her eyes gazed towards Cater, singing, as he was now in his little world.

✨

Sing sweet

Oh sing sweet

Nightingale

High above

Sing sweet nightingale

Oh sing sweet

Nightingale

High

✨

As he scrubs, he slowly began to imagine the prince, or he should say Malleus. He remembered his kindness towards him and the gentle touch when he holds on to Cater when he fell. Cater never felt so in love before, but he welcomed the feeling, a feeling that gave him happiness.

✨

Sing sweet nightingale

Oh sing sweet

Nightingale

Nightingale Sing

Oh sing sweet

Nightingale

Sing sweet

Oh sing sweet

Oh sing

Nightingale

Oh sing sweet

✨

Cater stopped as he smell the dust, he turned to see Pom-Pom messing with it, leaving small footprints behind her. Cater could only groan as he cleaned her mess, keeping an eye on her in the process.

"You never cease to amaze me, Pom-Pom," Cater sighed, "to try to get me in trouble by making you messy. I get the others by why you must hate me too?" Pom-Pom licked her palm and lets out a meow. "Ah…come on, let's get you cleaned before Rosalind finds you."

Cater quickly went to the bathroom and cleaned Pom-Pom to perfection before getting rid of the collected dust outside, feeding the chickens and cooking dinner, and finally, cleaning the dishes and washing the clothes. The day ended with Cater closing his bedroom door and sighing.

"Well,well,well," laugh Lilia, "Has a rough day?" Cater jumped in his place and eyes charted back to Lilia, instantly glaring at him. Lilia was porched upon his only room's window, grinning like a menacing cat, with excitement in his eyes.

"uh..how did you get here?"

Cater questioned, "I know that my window's always locked when no one's in here."

"Tsk tsk, a fairy Godfather never reveals secrets, Cater. Now, speak of your day." Lilia asked, getting up from the window, "I heard that you had an exciting one."

Cater then grinned, laying down on his bed. "I met someone. He's so kind and sweet, and I should mention, very, very handsome? I mean, he is!" He laughs to himself, blushing.

"He's been in love ever since he met with the prince today," Riddle explained to Lilia, "Its all that he thinks about now."

"I still think it's super cute," Kalim commented.

"It is," Lilia agreed, "but I am mostly here to get a check on Kalim's magic while I was away. To see if there was a funny magic mishap I missed?"

"Oh! There was this time where Cater was tasked to paint the music room and Kalim used his magic," Ace started, "and then all the paint spilled all over Pom-Pom! It was still amazing."

"Oh, that's one I defiently missed," Lilia laughed, "I would adore that pompus cat getting what she deserved. Anything else?"

"Nothing that bad," Kalim mumbled, "just some accidental magical mishaps but I've done great this past year! I think it's a perfect improvement from last year."

"A big improvement from last year." "Riddle.."

"Well, I guess I don't have to worry about Kalim since you are are doing a good job keeping an eye on him for me." Lilia smiles, "but that's not the only reason I am here."

"It's not?" Cater got up from his bed.

"I heard that someone has a letter from a certain prince," Lilia teased, taking the letter from Cater's pocket, "that he hasn't opened yet?"

Cater blushes madly and just chuckles, "I was waiting until I was alone and when everyone else was asleep."

"Unfair," Ace pouted, "come on! What does it say? Now I'm actually curious."

"Yeah, same here," Deuce agreed, "You seem so in love when you saw him. I mean, you're still giggling about him."

"It was not that obvious," Cater defended, "no, it wasn't."

"Just read it!" Ace urges. Cater takes the letter from Lilia and opens the envelope, taking the papers out.

"It says:

Dear Special Guest

If you received this, that means I have personally given you my invitation. The invitation is for a royal ball that, by the time you read this, is two days. There could only be one reason why I gave it to you. And that is because I've fallen in love with you, and can't get you out of my head. Though, I apologize if I do seem sudden in my approach. But I do beg of you to attend so I can proclaim you as my one-to-be.

It'll brighten my day/night to see you there. I'd like to dance under the stars. I'm getting sidetracked, but my offer still stands.

From The Prince, Malleus Draconia."

"Ah, I can even imagine him saying it." Cater swoons, "Him? Falling for me? Such an odd thing for him to do. But I can't stop being happy."

"Then you shouldn't stop," Lilia grinned, "you should be delighted that someone has become smittened by you and look at you, Cater, gushing and swooning over Prince Malleus's means so much to him as much as that letter means to you."

"What does that mean?"

"I'm saying that you should see him tomorrow! Same place, same time." Lilia cheered.

"Yeah!" Kalim agreed, "If he sees you again, who knows how many butterflies you've spread." Cater blushes and sinks onto his bed.

"I should be writing a letter to him! But everything is downstairs." Cater gasped, "How am I going to write to him?"

"Have you forgotten that you have two fairy godfathers?" Lilia sang, grabbing his wand, "now, you said pen and paper right?" With a wave of his wand, a pen, and a piece of paper are now floating in the air. "Now, tell me what you are thinking?"

"God, I let me think." Cater laughed, "Let's me see."

✨

Lilla appeared back in his room, dusting himself off.

"Ah, a fairy godfather's work is always so rewarding. Now, where's Malleus, might as well tell him that his beloved made such a beautiful note for him."

He left the room, searching for Malleus's room and when he did, he sees Malleus on his desk, trying to write on a blank sheet of paper, Sebek was awake next to him and Silver was asleep ever so peacefully. "Oh my, what's this all about?"

"Master Malleus wants to send a letter to a boy named Cater, but he doesn't know what to say. Silver and I offered to help but Silver slept immediately!"

"Now, now, Sebek." Lilia walks over to Malleus, "trying to make a good impression?"

"I am having more trouble than I initially thought. When I made the first letter," Malleus explained, "I didn't have anyone in mind, but now since Cater entered my mind, he's all I could ever think about and is a blessing…but can be a curse. Now I struggle with a simple letter for him."

Lilia smiles.

"That's how love is, my dear Malleus, but allow me to help you. Just relax and listen to me."

Malleus nods and looks out the window, "My love, wait for me, will you? Wait for the night that we dance underneath a beautiful array of stars…"

#twisted wonderland #twst #cater diamond #malleus draconia #mallekei #lilia vanrouge #kalim al asim #ace trappola #deuce spade #riddle rosehearts #ruggie bucchi #original characters #the glass slipper #cinderella au #original work

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Eddie Munson Is Dead

A “Jamie Marks Is Dead”-based AU (warnings for suicide mention and bullying)

Eddie Munson is a wild card, and a loner. He has a couple of friends, but that doesn’t stop him from being bullied mercilessly by Jason Carver and his crew. Billy Hargrove, also on the basketball team, hates the way Jason treats Eddie but never speaks up. It isn’t his business, you know?

One day Chrissy Cunningham finds Eddie’s body near Lover’s Lake. No one knows how he died. No one really mourns him. His friends are distraught for a while, but it fades quickly for them when Jeff takes over as DM. Everyone wants sordid details, but none are released. A boy died. That’s all anyone knows.

Curious, Billy goes to visit the little memorial that was set up where Eddie’s body was found. Chrissy is there, trying her pom poms to the little cross. He noticed a few little DND minis there, as well as a little notebook with a pen. Kind of like a guest book. While he signs it with a little message for Eddie, he and Chrissy get to talking about how she found him. How he looked scared. And smaller than she expected.

That night as Billy drove Chrissy home from the lake, they both caught sight of the pale, shivering corpse of Eddie Munson watching them from the woods.

Billy isn’t afraid of anything - except his father - so he approached the body. Eddie looked at him through milky eyes, a small smile on his face.

“You see me.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I do. What the fuck happened to you?”

“Can’t really talk about it - but you could help me:”

Over time the two begin to bond. Chrissy can see him but she keeps her distance. Billy, on the other hand, revels in his attention. Soon they’re inseparable, the bad boy and his ghost. No one but Chrissy knows about him. Billy feeds him words and gives him clothes to wear, and before long they find themselves falling in love.

In life Eddie had a crush on Billy, only able to admit it once they’ve grown closer. Now Billy kisses words into his lips regularly, whispering sweet things that send jolts of pleasure along his spine. Chrissy grows increasingly worried for his safety, but Billy doesn’t want to part from Eddie.

Instead of walking Eddie to the underworld, instead of finding he took his own life like in the film, Billy learns Eddie’s death was an accident. Just a random tragedy; he was going to visit his friend who lived on the lake when he tripped and fell in. In his panic and surprise, he drowned. Billy decides to keep him, to protect him, to be his and bind their spirits together so they’ll never be apart.

#mungrove #Eddie munson #billy Hargrove #stranger things #jwrites #au

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Okay, so one I've idea I have running around in my head is a time travel fic, where sometime after the events of ROTS Obi-Wan finds himself waking about the time just before Qui-Gon finally takes him as his padawan. But Obi-Wan decides that since he has this chance he is going to do everything in his power to really help Anakin and with the Force to guide him he decides not to be a Jedi and telling Qui-Gon that he would see him on Naboo. He leaves and finds work and saves as much money as he can (It's seventeen years I think before the POM and about 8 before Anakin is born. Not 100% sure my math is right.) he goes to Tatooine probably around when Anakin is 4 or 5. He would have Gone sooner, but he had to make sure he would have enough money to free both Anakin and Shmi.

He somehow arranges with Watto for Qui-Gon to get the parts he will need in the future.

He does end up telling Shmi some of the truth as to why he came, but I don't know how much. They all move to Naboo and Obi-wan and Anakin become like brothers. (Obi-Wan accidentally call Shmi Mom at some point and she loves it.)

Obi-Wan does teach Anakin some things about the Force. One thing I came up with is that He teaches Anakin to meditate while fixing droids, because the force helps him realized that Anakin focuses better when his hands our busy. He also let Anakin fly his ship. He is trying really hard to help Anakin learn to let go, but he has Shmi to help and a better environment which helps. (Oh, maybe he should get Anakin a pet.)

Well the time for the whole invasion is coming and by this point they have moved next door to Padme's family (Obi-Wan didn't know they lived there.) and have become friends with them. They know Padme a little bit, but not well since she's been busy with her campaign and then becoming Queen.

Anyway, just before the invasion Obi-Wan tells Anakin a little more about his past, (Anakin may have known there was something about Obi-Wan's past he wasn't sharing, but he never pressed to know what it was.) mostly that he traveled through time and is trying to stop bad things from happening again and he'll explain more later, but right now they have to go hide in the swamps.

Qui-Gon is sent to Naboo and Obi-Wan's words keep coming to the forefront of his mind, but he gets the Queen off plant without encountering Obi-Wan and then on Tatooine Watto tells him the part is already paid for and he is really confused.

When he is sent back to Naboo with the Queen he thinks about Obi-Wan's words again and is not surprised when Obi-Wan shows up in the swamp with a kid (Okay, so maybe the kid is a surprise.) Padme knows Obi-Wan and Anakin a bit and is happy to have their help. (Shmi stayed in hiding at Obi-Wan's request. She probably joins the camp later once they've made peace with the Gungans.)

Obi-Wan did build himself a lightsaber at some point because he want's to save Qui-Gon since he's fought Mual so much now he is prepared.

He makes sure Anakin can take out the blockade and saves Qui-Gon making sure Mual is truly dead.

They save Naboo and Qui-Gon offers to let Anakin become a Jedi.

Obi-Wan tells him it's his choice, but makes sure Anakin understands what it means to be a Jedi. In the end Anakin decides to stay with Obi-Wan and his mother.

Obi-Wan began to train him more in the ways of the Force and tells him more about the past and the Sith and how Palpatine is one and he is the person they are trying to stop.

Because of this Palpatine can never get his claws into Anakin because Anakin doesn't trust him.

I'm a little foggy on details now, but I know that Obi-Wan and Anakin get to know Padme more and stay in touch. I think if Anakin ever did have a crush on her it didn't last because he had a different environment and she saw him grow up and kept seeing him as little boy she first meet and then as a brother. (I could chance this later,) I've also thought about her falling for Obi-Wan (Which would take him by surprise) I don't know that is up in the air.

The war still happens and Obi-Wan Anakin still fight in it but not as generals or anything cause they are not Jedi, but they are always ready to help with relief missions.

Somehow they defeat Palpatine, but I don't know how yet.

Sorry this is so long, I didn't realize how many words my daydreaming would take up.

Put "📘" or some other version of a book emoji into my inbox and I'll explain the plot of a fanfiction that I haven't written but daydream about.

#ask answered #Sorry it took me a bit to answer this.#I did't think anyone would actually send me an ask when I reblogged the post cause no one really has had in the past when I do this kinda #thing and I wasn't prepared.#Also I realized they most of the stories I have been daydreaming about have been my own works #Sorry for the long post.

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here we go: ‘86 is the title of my fic! this is the prologue i’m so so so excited yet nervous because it’s my first fic published but i hope you guys love it! 🖤

‘86 // The Prologue: THE FREAK AND THE BABE

*TRIGGER WARNING: swearing, mentions of abandonment, nsfw.

MARCH 23, 1985

I quickly gather my things as the bell dismissing us rings. “Thank god, I’m starving.” I think to myself. It was the last day of school before spring break and I couldn’t wait any longer. As well as school being absolutely draining, I have a week off from being harassed by Jason Carver.

Jason Carver is your average jock. Puts his feelings before others, doesn’t care about others. Just your good Ol’ average egotistical jackass. I never quite understood his obsession with me. I’m just a girl who hangs out with the band kids and I also write all the time. A coping skill I acquired dealing with the aftermath of my father leaving.

So, with that being said, I never understood the appeal I had on him. It’s like clockwork. I’ll attempt to sneak into the cafeteria so that I can avoid him, that’s not the case. He’ll always catch me. So, today would most likely not be an exception. A girl can certainly try. I sprint out of my classroom and hurry to the lunchroom, when I’m so rudely interrupted by an egotistical entity. I growl at his presence. “Hi Roxanne, how are you today? He cockily asks while fixing his obnoxious hair. I roll my eyes. “It was going good until you showed up.” I say under my breath.

I continue walking as he does as well, attempting to put his arm around me. I push it away. “No thank you. I don’t need a man to protect me from nothing.” He smirks then snickers. “Okay fine.” I start to grow very impatient and uncomfortable as the entity moves in front of me. I just want to eat something! “Are you at least going to be at the game later? You know, to cheer me on.” My anger grows and I scoff. “You seriously think I’m some bimbo with pom poms in love with you? Please.”

My skin begins to feel hot when suddenly the scent of old spice and weed overrides my senses. Realization hits as I see a leather covered arm wrap around me instantly calming me down. It’s Eddie “The Freak” Munson. Eddie is a senior who is repeating his senior year for a third time next year. I can’t help but to like him. Those eyes draw you in. I also sneak out with Robin to The Hideout to watch him and his band perform. He looks majestic when he shreds. I always find myself wondering if he notices me in the front row.

“Hey babe, is this guy bothering you?” I look at him astonished, blink a couple of times before it clicks. “Yeah. He’s… He’s harassing me about going to the game later and won’t stop.” I look up at Eddie, who gives me reassuring eyes before he sees red. “Carver thinks he can pull a fast one on my girl? Think I wouldn’t notice?” I put my hand on his chest continuing to play the part, only to notice how quickly his heart was beating.

I sneak a peek at Jason, who looks like he’s seen a ghost. “I’m just surprised a pretty thing would go out with a freak like you.” Eddie grows even more angry. “She is not a ‘thing’. She is a woman.” I rub on his chest even more. “A woman that chose the wrong guy.” Jason snaps. Eddie snaps harder. “At least i’m not a scumbag like y-“ I plant my lips on his as I drop my school books to caress his face. The cafeteria grows extremely silent.

His arms wrap around my waist and mine go into his curls as our kiss deepens. My eyes stay closed even though I’d like to see Jason’s face. Eddie stops the kiss and winks at me. I give him a smile. We stop our efforts and look at the pathetic thing. “Anything else Jason?” I ask, raising my eyebrows while still holding Eddie. Speechless, he walks away. I turn to my knight in shining armor. “Thank you so much. He wouldn’t leave me alone. How can I repay you?” Eddie chuckles. “That kiss was definitely something babe, show me what else you can do.” Now it’s me who’s speechless. Eddie kisses me once more and leads me somewhere.

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Eddie leads me to his van, away from the school. My smile intensifies. Eddie notices me smiling and snickers. “You know, you have a really nice smile.” He leans against the van, making the butterflies in my stomach grow. “Really?” I try to hide from embarrassment. “No no darling, don’t hide. I love seeing you smile, especially in the front row.” His cockiness peaks. I start to get flustered. “Oh…” I speak quietly. “I never thought you’d notice.” “Oh no sweetheart. I see you dancing with Robin Buckley. It’s hot catching glances with you.” He opens the van and climbs in before offering his hand. “M’lady.”

I grab his hand, put my foot on the step and he pulls me in. The force of the pull makes me fall into his arms and he wraps his arms around me, catching me. “Wow, I never ever thought I’d be in your arms.” Eddie has. a shit eating grin. “Took us long enough huh?” I laugh with him. “Yeah… But especially you. What took you so long?” That’s when the overwhelming feeling comes as Eddie puts his lips back on mine. My eyes shut immediately as our hands roam all over each other.

The contrast of my warm skin with the chill ones of his rings hits quickly and I need more. His lips are soft and rough. His calloused hands explore beneath my shirt, causing me to shutter a bit. I laugh a bit. “I always see the way Carver approaches you everyday. The way it left you feeling.” Eddie begins to bite and suck on my jawline. Little moans come out of my mouth and into his ears. “I would constantly beat myself up for not coming to help, but today…… fuck. Today was it.” The way he breathes onto my neck and also him talking. Oh fuck.’”I couldn’t stand it any longer. That asshole doesn’t deserve you.”

My hand and fingers go into his locks that have been begging to be pulled. “God Eds.” I moan as his lips travel down to my collarbone. His moans fill his van as I tug and pull. He begins to bite, lick, and suck onto my breasts. His hands hook onto my breasts, gives them a squeeze. He moves them behind me and unclasps my bra. “Finally.” I gasp as his hands get back to my breasts. “I’ve always liked you Rox. I would protect you from anyone and anything, including that piece of shit.”

He continues to do wonders as his hands travel down to my shorts. “I could never work up the courage to talk to you. God you’re so fucking - fuck.” He switches by laying me on the floor and he’s on top. He smirks like a menace. “You get nervous around me?” His brown orbs glisten with lust and love. “Oh darling.” He takes my shorts and throws them. “You didn’t seem nervous pretending to be my girlfriend.” He teases as his fingers glide against my leg.

“That’s because - oh fuck.” His fingers go on the fabric of my panties and start rubbing gently. “That’s because what sweetheart? Use your words.” The pressure of his fingers increased. I moan and whimper. “That’s because… Because I normally get shy around you.” Eddie devilishly grins and chuckles spreading my legs and looks at me with a confused look. “You were scared to talk to me? Baby girl…” He comes up eye level with me and holds my face in his hands. “I don’t bite…” He looks down at my panties. “Not yet, but I’m not scary baby. I’ve been wanting to talk to you for so long.” He rubs my cheek with his thumb.

“I guess… No, it’s silly.” I chuckle. “What is it sweetheart?” I give him a yearning smile. “When I was ten, my parents split. My father left… I just always thought all men were like that. It’s silly.” His eyebrows furrow a bit. “I’m so sorry Rox… He seems like a real asshoel.” “He is. My brother Dustin misses him but I can’t stand the thought of him.” My father is in prison. I live with my Uncle Wayne. He’s really great.” “What happened to your dad? Your mom?”

“My father, I honestly don’t remember much. He’s committed several crimes. My mom left shortly before he went. Uncle Wayne took me in and he’s been in my life ever since.” I lightly smile. “Maybe I should meet him.” His eyes brighten. “You will darling. You will.” We both smile and chuckle. I moan when his thumb brushes against me.

“Did you want to keep going?” He raises his eyebrows. “Oh my god please.” I whine as he smirks going back down to my center. His slender fingers wrap around the hem of my panties and pull them down quickly. I twitch a bit at the cold air. Eddie is in awe at the sight in front of him. “God you’re so fucking beautiful• He says under his breath. I laugh wickedly. “You think so?” I tease. “Oh baby, you’re gorgeous.” He pants. “I just can’t wait to taste you.” He circles his right index finger and middle finger around my core slowly. It’s pure ecstasy. He stick them in and starts pumping in and out of me.

“Oh my god Eds.” I groan. “Please.” He lowers himself more and his tongue licks slowly as his fingers reach my clit. His fingers start circling around rapidly. His tongue darts in and out of me. “God you’re fucking divine.” He moans as he tastes more of me. I can already feel my high approach. But I don’t want him to stop. He’s just unreal. This is ecstasy. “Ed-Eddie. I’m gonna cum.” He laughs against my core, vibrating it. “Go for it sweetheart.” I groan as I release.

I can feel myself tremble as Eddie takes everything I gave him. He licks everything up. I start panting as he comes back up for air. He’s a panting mess as well. His hair is disheveled and unkempt. Added with sweat. “You, my darling, are magnificent.” I blush at the compliment. “I need you.” We pant some more. “Not now sweetheart. We’ll save that for later. For now, we have to go on with our school day.” I chuckle. “Wow Eddie Munson actually gives a shit about school.” He laughs and hands me my shorts “Come by after school. I’d love to, um, have you.” I grab my discarded bra and put it on. I then grab his face and kiss him.

“You already have me sweetheart.” I give him a daring smirk. I sit on his lap with his member poking me. We get into a steamy passionate kiss as if everything disappears. We don’t even hear the faint sound of the bell ringing. We pull away from each other. “Damn Rox, we only just got to know each other. But goddamit you’re already the death of me.” I giggle. “Well, I guess I have that effect on people.” He grabs my face again and our lips connect again. I grab onto his shirt and rip it off him. Eddie smirks at me. “Round two?” I climb on top of him. “Yes.” We take a very extended lunch break in his van while passersby walk past to class. Meanwhile, Eds and I were learning about each other.

#joseph quinn #eddie munson #maya hawke #robin buckley #stranger things

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prettyboisteveharrington · 2 years

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Whatever happens I’ll leave it all to chance

Steve Harrinngton x Fem!Reader

Plot: You are hit by Vecna’s curse and it makes you rethink everything including your relationship with Steve.

7.1k - possibly my longest fic to date. been writing this for daaays so any feedback is highly appreciated. Suvivers guilt. Heavy mentions of death. Mentions of blood and self blame - If this triggers you please be cautious as you are reading this or if you want to skip this all together I completely understand. Also let’s pretend ‘the show must go on‘ by Queen is from 1986 even though it’s from 1991.

@writeroutoftime

You had always had to be the strong one. Growing up you had been the youngest, but you had always had to look after everyone. When you got involved with Dustin and his friends and the upside down it had been no different. You had taken on a parental role. You would offer the kids rides to their DND games, you would offer to drive Steve to work but he always refused and drove you around. You really were co parenting the kids though at fifteen years old they were not exactly kids anymore.

You had been having recurring nightmares for the last while that you had lost track of when they had actually started. They were so grim that at times they left you completely winded. Other times you were screaming so badly that your aunt had to wake you up. She had to reassure you that you were okay. That you had made it out alive.

‘Why are you nervous?’ Steve asked and looked over at you and gave you a worried look, he could sense something was off. Damn that boy could read you like an open book at this point.

‘It’s stupid I know! But I want to do well. I mean it’s just book club. It’s not like I’m trying to join the cheer squad or like chase popularity or something ’ you muttered as you fixed your perm in your contact mirror.

‘What Would be wrong with you joining the cheer squad?’ Steve asked his eyebrows raised at you.

‘Really Harrington? I don’t exactly look the part’ you added and pointed to your overall appearance, you weren’t exactly the cheerleading type.

‘I think you would make a great cheer leader with the whole ‘go Hawkins go!’ Steve said and waved his imaginary pom-pom around in the car causing you to crack a smile.

You went to fix your makeup next, you noticed the bags under your eyes and shuddered. Today would be a looong day.

‘My point is that you got this!’ Steve said

‘I haven’t slept much and my presentation is up. I’ve never felt so nervous’ you admit and start examining your face to make sure your makeup is perfect. The bags under your eyes was at least somewhat hidden.

Steve looks at you through for a moment. It’s was just you and him in the car today as Robin had gone in early to spend time at band practice and with Vickie.

‘Are you having nightmares again ?’ Steve asked you out of the blue which catches you off guard. You had briefly mentioned the nightmares to Steve and Steve knew about why you moved to Hawkins years ago. To be honest everyone knew.

In the begining there had been a lot of words thrown your way including freak, outcast, loser. All the names made you roll your eyes more than anything else, it just showed you that people had no creative skills.

You nod. Words feel heavy in your chest. The guilt you feel is sometimes unreal. The amount of times the accident plays through your head like a never ending loop is unbearable sometimes.

Steve reaches over and squeeze your hand which causes you to look at him. There’s a tenderness to his gaze that lingers and touches your heart, even after everything you had been through together, the amount of times you bicker or argue he still cares deeply for you and you care as deeply for him.

He’s one of the few people who can break through your tough exterior and make your heart soften. You suppose it’s because you almost spend every day with him and because you trust him with your entire being. It’s also because Steve is so pure of heart. The feelings you have for him now is a complete one eighty from what you felt when you first saw him. Oh how wrong you had been about him.

You remember when you had first moved to Hawkins at fifteen how you had moved for a new change and how on your first day of school how people had already labeled you a freak. You had shrugged it and not given it any thought, you had just kept to yourself. You remember seeing Steve for the first time in his golden boy persona and you remember how you had disliked his guts, hated was too strong a word but you had strongly disliked him. His stupid hair, him being conveniently attractive, his wealth, his character and you had done a one eighty after you had gotten to know his over last year in the summer as you had both worked at Scoops Ahoy. After he had gotten his ass kicked by Russians your perception of him had changed, especially with the way he had tried to protect all of you, even you even though you and Steve were not close in the slightest. Hell you were sure Steve saw you as a nuisance more than anything else and he had still stuck his neck out for you, Steve wasn’t the same Steve as the Steve you had met at Hawkins. The more you got to know him the more you adored him and that was beginning to be a fucking problem. You would always vent to Eddie after a DnD session.

You took the beer from Eds and took a big sip.

‘ I swear to god Eds. It’s getting harder and harder to pretend to be happy for him when he goes on yet another date with yet another girl’ you sighed hopelessly looking somberly into the beer bottle as you moved the liquid inside the bottle around with your hand.

‘you know there’s like a super simple solution to your problem’ Eddie added and raised his eyebrows at you.

‘don’t start Eds. Don’t you dare’ you warned him and looked up to glare at him.

‘you could just I don’t know! tell him that you dig him’ Eddie shrugged as if it was that simple.

‘it’s not that simple. He’s out there serial dating women who are nothing like me. They don’t look like me. Or act like me’ you sighed in frustration.

‘ how exactly is that a bad thing? ’Eddie asked not understanding what the problem was.

‘because he obviously have a type. That type being girls like Nancy wheeler. Or even popular girls. Not once have I seen him with anyone more alternative. To be honest I think he is serial dating because he still carries a tourch for Nancy.’

‘ y/n you are a total babe and if Steve Harrington cannot see that he is visually impaired. I don’t get why you have the hots for him anyway. It’s Steve fucking Harrington! he’s a total douche!’ Eddie protested in annoyance

‘he is not a douche. At least not anymore Eds. I noticed a remarkable change in him last summer when we worked at Scoops Ahoy’ you reassured Eddie but he did not believe you.

You shook your head at yourself. You needed to tell him or move on.

‘I’m okay’ you added earnestly as Steve is still holding your hand. Steve didn’t quite believe you but you could live with that.

As he parks the car and you unbuckle your seat belt the two of you share a look between you. The tension is a little thick between you and Steve as he radiates with worry. He squeezes your hand one last time for good measure before letting go.

‘Knock ‘em dead Kid’ Steve adds and once again reminds you that your presentation is today.

You laugh a little and offer him an aye aye captain salute before getting out of the car and walking into the school.

After school you are doing your shift at the family video store and at one point during your shift you feel something run down your nose and land on the counter. Blood. Your nose was bleeding. You touch your nose gently with your hand and look at the blood on your finger tips puzzled. You hadn’t had a nose bleed since you were twelve. Steve rushes over to you.

‘y/n are you okay?’ Steve asked you. It was obvious that he was worried about you. He examined your face as if he was looking for any sign of a threat.

You nodded

‘yeah it’s just a nose bleed I’m okay’ you confirm not wanting to worry him.

You don’t tell him that the lack of sleep worries you or that you haven’t had a nosebleed in years, as you don’t want to worry him. It is your job to look out for him, Robin and the kids and not the other way around, you have to be strong for them.

You go over to wipe your nose before you continued to work your shift.

Something was happening in Hawkins again. You weren’t sure what it was. But it was dangerous. It was bad enough for Nancy to go follow her instinct. Steve was trying to stop her from going alone. You notice how quick Steve is to throw his keys to you, you barely caught them and swayed a little. Something was off with you. This didn’t feel normal. You didn’t mention anything though as you didn’t want to worry your friends. You also notice how badly Steve wants to protect Nancy and it hurts. It burns knowing that even after all this time he probably still has a thing for her. You wish it was you. Robin bless her heart notices and takes the keys from you and she hands them back to Steve before going with Nancy and they go to follow Nancy’s clue while Steve, Dustin, you and Max went to Ms. Kelly’s house so that Max could get some answers out of Ms. Kelly. As Max went inside Steve made some sort of comment and Dustin gave him a snarky remark. Usually this would have made you laugh or offer a sarcastic comment back but you were too wrapped up in your thoughts to pay them any attention. After you stayed uncharacteristically silent Steve turned around and looked at you.

‘y/n!’ Steve exclaimed in a worried tone of voice as he looks at you up and down.

‘huh?’ you asked confused and saw Dustin and Steve shoot each other worried looks.

‘are you still thinking about the nightmares?’ Steve asks you concerned, you consider lying for a brief second but know he wouldn’t by it even for a second.

‘yeah, I’m feeling very worn out lately because of them. I probably just need an early night tonight’ you say and it’s partially true but you are worried it’s more significant than that but you just can’t put your finger on it.

Steve shoot you another worried look. You feel bad. You don’t want him to fuss over you. Steve doesn’t push the issue. You can tell that this will be a conversation for a later time. Max rushes out to the car and urges Steve to drive off and he drives off towards the school.

Steve, Max, Dustin and yourself break into the school to go through Chrissy’s files. Past trauma, terrible nightmares, difficulty breathing, Headaches.

Your breath catches in your throat.

‘can I – can I see Fred’s file please?’ you ask Steve softly and looks at him. He nods and hands it to you before squeezing your shoulder in reassurance as he can sense that you aren’t your usual self.

As you look through his file you see that his symptoms are the seáme as Chrissy’s a, the same as yours. nose bleeds. Constant nightmares. Past trauma.

You think about your nosebleed the other day. About the nightmares that keeps you from sleeping and how you have been thinking about your family members tragic passing more than usual lately and the amount of blame you felt because of the accident.

‘y/nnnnn’ a voice called you and you start to hear a loud ticking noise that you follow into the hallway. You notice that there is a big grandfather clock ticking at the end of the hallway and your blood runs cold. This is not good.

Steve starts to shake you and call out your name.

‘Y/N!’

‘She’s in a trance like Chrissy was!’ Dustin exclaims

‘Y/N!’ Steve repeats and shake you a bit more roughly this time which cause You to look at him and and you urge Steve, Max and Dustin to follow you outside in the hallway. Everyone follows you but looks at you distressed.

‘there was a grandfather clock right there !’ you exclaim in frustration. It had been there just a minute ago.

After a good while both Nancy and Robin met Steve, Dustin, Max and you at the school.

‘Fred and Chrissy both went to see Ms. Kelly, they both had the same symptoms, horrible headaches, followed by nightmares, nosebleeds, sleeping problems that caused them to wake up covered in cold sweat and then the hallucinations based on their past traumas and the visions worsened until they. Until they -’ you said out of breath your face blank

Steve looks at you concerned and you shared a look between the two of you. His face fell, iit made your heart ache and you found it hard to look at him.

‘Vecna’s curse ’ Robin confirms fearfully and you nod. You are unable to do much as you know your time is coming.

‘Chrissy’s nightmares started a week ago, Fred’s started six days ago and I’ve been having nightmares for the last few days, so I don’t know how long I have but my time is nearing. Fred and Chrissy both died less than a day after their first hallucination and I’ve just seen that goddamn clock so which means my last day is tomorrow’ you add shakily and Steve goes over to hold you in his arms, you burry your head in his chest and he strokes your back in soothing circles. Your embrace is short lived as there’s a noise in the hall.

Steve goes to check out the noise with a lamp held in his hand for protection a part of you swoons at the sight as even in uncertain danger Steve still has everyone’s backs. You are right there beside him. Nancy, Robin, Dustin and Max follow him outside the hallway before everyone jumps before you all noticed that it is just Lucas in the hallway. It scares you all shitless none the less.

As soon as everyone got to the Wheeler house everyone divided up into groups, Nancy and Robin went upstairs, Steve, Lucas, Dustin and Max were talking and you were pacing around the room. You always thought you would have had more time which was ironic given the fact that you survived that freak accident.

You had been twelve years old, your parents had taken you and your twin sister to see your aunt for Christmas. You were in the backseat of the car next to your twin sister. It was very icy and windy outside and your parents were arguing in the car and they were not paying attention to where they were going.

There had been a car on the other side of the road, the car you and your family was in had been sliding on the road, your dad had noticed the other car and turned the steering wheel the other way only for the car to slide straight into a massive tree. You remember that you looked over at your sister who was having trouble breathing, her face was bloody and full of cuts. You remember that you reached out for her hand and she squeezed it. You passed out after that.

You had woken up in the hospital to the sound of your aunt talking to a doctor.

Your parents had both died on impact but your sister had struggled to breathe as she had been stuck because of the seatbelt. You had been the only survivor, you had a severe concussion and deep cuts into your skin and bruises but you were the only one who made it out alive.

You hadn’t noticed that Steve had approached you.

‘y/n’ he said your name so softly that it made you look up at him and you had stopped pacing for a minute. You looked at him and he sensed the fear coming of off you in waves.

‘we have got your back. We will figure it out okay? together’ Steve said and you nodded but your face was blank. Emotionless.

Steve pulled you into a bone crushing hug, he buried his head in your hair. You hugged him back just as fiercely. You never wanted to let him go. Eventually he let you go and sat down on the couch with Dustin, Lucas and Max.

It wasn’t that you didn’t believe him but you thought your time was pretty much up if anything you should have died in that freak car accident like your parents and sister. You had no idea why you had survived in the first place like what made you so goddamn special.

You sat down next to the desk and wrote some letters. If your time really was up you wanted to make sure that you said goodbye to your Aunty, Eddie, Robin, Steve and the kids who weren’t kids anymore. If anything you were relieved that you were the one going through this and not the kids, Eddie, Robin or Steve. You had spent the last year protecting them all minus Eddie and you would do that till your dying breath. They were your chosen family and you would do anything for them.

You could feel everyone’s gazes on you as you were writing which you ignored. Once you finished the letters you put them in your bag before getting up.

You walked over and grabbed the walkie. ‘will this reach Pennhurst if we are further away than Wheeler’s basement?’ you asked Dustin

‘of course’ Dustin reassured you and gave you a sympathetic look.

‘wait hold on! what are you talking about?’ Steve asked you visibly confused.

You gave him a look as if to get him to understand that you needed to do stuff before your world ended. Words were too much right now. Everything felt too heavy.

‘nuh uh. No. no. no!’ Steve added and shook his head before he crossed his arms over his torso.

You sighed before you took the Walkie in your bag and headed up the stairs and out of Nancy Wheelers house. Steve was hot on your heals with Dustin, Lucas and Max following a bit further behind him.

‘y/n! y/n! I’m not taking you anywhere!’

You ignored him and kept walking.

‘I’m not spending my last twenty four hours stuck in Nancy Wheelers joke of a basement! I’m claustrophobic! You can either drive me to the places I need to go or I will drive there myself’ you said stubbornly and kept on walking.

Steve caught up with you and stood in front of you blocking your way with his hands on his hips like he was scolding a child and his face was inches away from yours.

‘ God y/n! why are you always so goddamn stubborn?’ he added his voice laced with frustration

‘are you really going to deny a dying women her last wishes? ’ you shot back at him mimicking your arms crossed over your chest.

Steve looked taken back like he couldn’t believe what he had just heard. You felt guilty and was about to apologize but Steve started talking.

‘you cannot be serious! You have to be out of your goddamn mind!’

‘Steve please’ You added defeated and reached over and squeezed his shoulder gently. You gave him your best puppy dog eyes, the ones he could never deny. They were your ultimate secret weapon.

‘ugh fine! Henderson that super walkie of yours better reach Pennhurst’ Steve added thowing his hands in the air in frustration before he unlocked the car and you all got into it and buckled up your seatbeat.

The sound of the grandfather clock was ringing in your ears causing you to look out of the window with a knot in your stomach. You wondered how much time you really had left.

The first stop on your list was your house. Steve parked the car outside your house and you unbuckled your seatbelt and you opened the door.

‘be quick y/n’ Steve added with a level of worry to his tone of voice. His hand grabbed yours gently and he held it for a minute tracing circles in your palm before he let go. You looked at him and nodded.

‘I’ll be back in two minutes’ you added as you left Steve’s car and walked up to the house.

‘y/n?’ Steve called out through the car window you turned around and looked at him.

‘be careful?’

You gave him a small salute in understanding before going into the house. You knew your aunt wasn’t home, she was at work so you went into her bedroom and put the letter you had for her on the dresser next to her bed.

You spotted a picture of you and your sister on the dresser and picked it up with shaky hands. You looked at it with great remorse. You had been the younger one of the two of you by a few minutes which had been a fact your sister never made you forget. You had been undeniably close and life without her was weird, it didn’t feel right.

You caressed her face and your eyes teared up slightly. The picture had been taken at one of your family gatherings. The room started to darken and it became cold and breezy, You started to hear that goddamn grandfather clock again and you looked around.

‘y/n. you think a letter is going to fix what you did?’

‘you caused it. And now you must pay the ultimate price’

You saw a hallucination of your sister in the car, she was bloody and having trouble breathing

‘NO!’ you screamed as you dropped the picture with a loud crash on the floor which caused you to snap out of it and you ran outside of the house and wiped your face in the sleeve of your shirt.

‘y/n! are you okay!’ Steve exclaimed

You walked over to the car, got in the passenger seat and put your seat beat on.

‘I’m fine. Just drive please’ you said it was clear that you were absolutely drained and exhausted.

‘y/n’

‘please Steve’

Steve sighed and started to drive off. You were avoiding everyone’s gazes as Steve drove you to the next spot on your list.

‘to the left here’

‘are you sure? Really y/n here?’ Steve asked you with a dreadful tone to his voice.

‘yeah here’

Steve had driven you to the very same tree where your family had been killed all those years ago. You left the car and walked off before Steve ran up to catch to you.

‘please go back in the car Steve. I have to do this. Alone ‘ you added and avoided his gaze and you scratched your arm.

‘I need you to talk to me. To us. We are all here for you. Let us be here for you!’ Steve added in desperation hoping to get through to you.

You rummaged through your bag and pulled out all the letters and handed them over to Steve.

‘ why are you giving me a bunch of letters? What’s the’ Steve stopped cold in his own tracks. His features blank before Steve’s face softened and he started to shake his head in denial.

‘there’s something I always wanted to ask. In case I don’t make it’ you commented weakly.

‘then tell me! I don’t want to read about it in a goddamn letter!’ Steve said stubbornly not backing down

‘okay. Okay. I’ll tell you but you won’t like it’ you admitted afraid of the initial rejection you know was coming.

‘that’s not true y/n. you can tell me anything. You know that’ Steve added in disbelief. It was like he was looking at you but seeing a stranger in your place.

‘I like you. And not just in a ‘oh wow look I’m best friends with Steve Harrington’ kind of way. I like spending time with you, I like watching movies with you, working shifts with you. Steve i- I have feelings for you’ you said slowly to give Steve time to process what you were saying.

‘huh? ’ Steve asked confused and not catching on.

you looked up at him and tried to give him a look in order for him to better understand your feelings. He still didn’t catch on and you sighed in despair.

‘all those times you went out on a date with someone? I always wanted it to be me. Look I know you probably don’t feel the same but I just wanted you to know that I think you’re amazing. Look in case I don’t make it tell the kids and Robin that I love them and Steve I -’

‘No. no. no! you are just saying all of this because you are scared of dying okay? You don’t mean it. also you are going to make it. We will find a way out of it’ Steve interrupted stubbornly.

Yikes.

You sighed. It felt hopeless. You knew it wasn’t an outright rejection but it felt like it. You leaned in and kissed his cheek as a way of saying goodbye, both to him and the idea of something more ever happening between you. Before walking off and going over to the tree.

You felt stupid. Steve probably did like Nance. He had probably never stopped loving her and here you were basically throwing yourself at him. To make matters worse he didn’t even see that you had just confessed your feeling to him. If he couldn’t see it when you were being that direct then he would never get it. You backed away from him and went over to the tree and sat down.

Steve stood there and looked after you perplexed before he went back into the driver’s seat looked. He still looked after you.

‘what just happened ’ Lucas added in confusion looking at Steve before he looked at Dustin and Max.

‘Wow you’re a bigger idiot than we give you credit for‘ Max commented from the backseat.

‘What’s that supposed to mean!’ Steve added in pure frustration.

‘Dude seriously! if you can’t see that that was y/no’s way of telling you she likes you then you are more hopeless than I thought’ Dustin added with a certain level of snark.

‘No! It wasn’t. She was just saying all of that because she’s scared of… of’

‘Not making till tomorrow ‘ Max added not so helpfully with a certain level of worry displayed on her facial features.

‘Yeah exactly . It’s not like she meant it’ Steve deflected clearly still in denial.

‘She looks at you like you hung the fucking moon Steve!’ Dustin shot back not impressed with his older male friend.

‘Language Henderson! She does not! I would have noticed!’ Steve scoffed in disbelief.

‘Who always helps you out every time there’s a crisis?’ Lucas asked and looked at Steve.

‘Y/n’ Steve confirmed as a matter of fact.

‘ who is always covering your shifts for you every time you go on a date?’ Dustin asked as he gave Steve a look

‘Y/n’

‘Who always takes care you every time you get beaten up? Fixes your hair before a date? Or gives you a pep talk before you chat some girl up? Why on earth would she do that if she didn’t like you!’ Dustin asked and gave Steve another

‘Because we are -‘

Oh shit. The more Steve thought about it the more he was convinced that you liked Him.

The letter in his hand felt like it was burning. He wanted to know what you had said but he knew he couldn’t read it as it would have been like he was betraying your trust.

His heart was pounding fast in his chest. Did he think you were an absolute babe? Of course! He had eyes. He thought you had been gorgeous from the very first time he ever Saw you walk down the corridor at Hawkins. The amount of confidence you had as you held your head high not giving two shits what anyone thought of you despite people calling you a freak.

He remembered he had seen the way you had fought off the monsters from the upside down in the past with a certain level of determination and how hot he had thought that was. he had of course never acted on any of the thoughts as he had been too far up Nancy’s ass and the fact that you didn’t seem to care for him all that much. Once you really started being in his life you had surprisingly hit it off as friends and Steve didn’t want to lose that so whatever attraction he had felt towards you he had buried away deep down to the point where you had just confessed that you had feelings for him and he had shrugged those off because he didn’t think there was any way that cool and normally collected y/n had feelings for him. Robin was going to give him hell for that later.

Steve kept going over conversations you had had with him lately

‘so do tell me pretty boy how do you pick these women up?’ you had asked him in a teasing manner.

Robin who was watching your exchange was laughing at how dumstruck Steve was acting.

You walked over to him confidently and leaned over the counter and stole his Raybans that were on his head, you fingers touched his hair which was softer than you could ever have imagined and you put the sunglasses on your face.

You slid the sunglasses down slightly so that you could look at Steve in a seductive manner.

‘so. I know the best spot in town for burgers. How about we go there tonight just you and me ? what do you say lover boy?’ you said in an over the top way and winked at him.

Steve had swallowed a lump in his throat before he had laughed it off and your face had fallen slightly.

Steve remembered the last time he had gone to ask a girl out and he had come to you for advice.

‘Y/n! there’s this girl I want to ask out and I think she could be the one’ Steve had expressed as he entered the family video store

‘I thought you had already asked Linda out? ’

Steve rubbed the back of his neck shyly.

‘actually this is a different girl. It didn’t work out with Linda’

‘ahh I see. Wow Steve you sure do take your time getting to know these girls’ you added with a certain level of sarcasm behind your words

‘y/nnnn pleaseee help me. You are the most cool and collected girl I know. How can I make a good impression’ Steve asked and leaned over the counter and he was close to you. You reached out and ruffled his ‘perfect hair’ which caused him to groan at you.

‘not the hair! I spent ages getting it to look just right’ Steve pouted. He looked at you and your heart ached as you took in his beauty. His milky skin looked soft. You wanted to lean in and kiss the beauty marks on his face. His eyes held a certain warmth to them.

‘okay. Okay. So you want to leave a good impression?’

‘yes! How do I do that exactly’

‘tell her you love her eyes, her face scratch that! Tell her that you like everything about her’ you smiled at him. His warm brown eyes were soft and they reminded you of an autumn day where the leaves were falling of the trees. You leaned in close enough to run your fingers gently through his hair in order to fix it for him.

‘does that usually work?’ Steve questioned as he looked into your eyes and it felt like he was gazing into your soul. you looked back at him longingly. You had spent forever just looking into the deep brown pools of Steve’s eyes. His perfect eyelashes fluttered against his skin delicately.

‘if you are suave then yes it will work’ you added your voice was hoarse and you felt your face heat up. what you wouldn’t have given in order to lean in and kiss him.

Robin had come through the door at that very moment causing the two of you to jump away from each other. You had gone back to rewinding ‘Labyrinth’ while Steve had gone to put his stuff into his locker in the staff room.

Steve was having a full blown breakdown about it. How had he not seen that you liked him? How had he been so blind? How had he not seen you had been right next to him all this time? Was he really that goddamn stupid?

Steve noticed how still you were sitting. It made his blood ran cold. Something was wrong. Very wrong. Steve got out of the car and ran over to you and sat down next to you.

‘No.No.No.No.NO! Y/N!’ Steve as he shook you. Your eyes where white and you where far away.

He couldn’t lose you. He wouldn’t lose you. Not when he- not when he loved you. He cursed at himself for being such an idiot. You had just told him that you liked him and he had brushed it off. When you made it back to him he would make it up to you.

You had been reading your letter to your family. You sniffled. Everything turned dark around you. The sky was dark.

You saw a dark figure walking close to you. It was your sister. She was coming over to you. You shook slightly frozen in place. It was your twelve year old sister though, she was your age, covered in blood. She was identical to you.

‘you were happy you got to survive while I died right?’

‘that’s – that’s not true’

‘you always wanted to be me. You always envied me. That’s why you were relieved when I took me last breath wasn’t it?’

‘No! NO’

Your sister stood in front of you smiling menacingly.

‘just admit that’s what you wanted all along’

You shook your head and tears fell down your cheek

‘you know we all died because of you right? That the reason mom and dad were fighting was because of you’

You look frightened. You knew it wasn’t true but you always felt guilty. For your parents arguing . for being the only surviver. You had changed your appearance after the accident to look the least like your old self. Like how you had looked when your twin sister had been alive. You and her had been identical twins with only minimal facial difference.

‘but I’m here to make you pay the ultimate prize for your mistake’ your sister was gone and Vecna was in her place.

You started backing away from Vecna before you started running as far away from him as possible. He walked after you.

‘STEVE! STEVE! HELP ME! PLEASE!!!’ you screamed

Everything turned dark red around you and there was thunder and lightening. There was blood everywhere and the clock was ticking again. There was shattered pieces or the creel house everywhere with the grandfather clock floating in the air.

You looked around and saw Chrissy’s dead body and looked the other way and saw Fred’s dead body all strung up.

Vecna wrapped his vines around you and tied you up against a tree. His vines wrapping around your neck tightly causing you to gasp for breath.

‘you aren’t re- real’ you gasped exhausted

A small opening appeared at the other side. You had to get to it somehow.

‘Whatever happens, I'll leave it all to chance Another heartache, another failed romance, on and on Does anybody know what we are living for?’

‘your friends can’t help you. After all if you go to them you will get them all killed. They will all go down with you’ Vecna sneered

‘oh but I am very real’ Vecna said as he put his hand over your face. You saw the portal and caught a glimpse of Dustin, Max, Lucas and Steve. You had to get back to them. To him.

You closed your eyes and memories flashed of you and Steve together, you ruffling his hair before his date, you cleaning his wounds after the Russians had attacked you all.

‘ouch it stings!’ Steve complained which caused you to laugh a little as he was acting as a child.

‘look it will be over soon. Just sit still for me okay’

‘you sit still for me’ Steve mocked an you gave him a stern look and he mumbled sorry.

‘you know, what you out there? That was mind blowing. We all owe you our lives. I owe you my life’ you added and shot him an appreciative look.

‘it was nothing really’ Steve mumbled shyly his cheeks reddened at the compliment.

‘it was amazing. You were amazing. Thank you for saving my life. I didn’t derseve it but I am eternally greatful’ you added as you finished cleaning his face.

Steve reached over and grabbed your hand and held it in his. You looked at him in the eye.

‘what do you mean by that? Why would you not deserve to be saved?’ Steve asked you perplexed

‘I’ve been so horrible to you all summer all because I was so caught up in the past. When I started working at Scoop’s I thought oh great I have to work with Steve Harrington the douche. But you weren’t a douche? you’ve been so sweet to me all summer. I was so wrong about you ’ you admitted distressed

‘that just means you made a mistake. Not that you don’t deserve to be saved’ Steve added softly and smiled at you.

‘can you ever forgive me? I woul- I would like us to be friends if that’s not too… corny?’

Steve pulled you into a hug and you held onto him tightly causing him to hiss out in pain

‘sorry. Sorry’ you mumbled against his chest.

‘ it’s okay my friend’ Steve held onto you for the longest time and you smiled into his chest and wrapped your hands around his back.

You remembered lending your kids movies. Giving them icecream. You remembred you dancing around playfully with Eddie to rock songs, helping with his DnD campaigns. Driving Dustin and Mike home after a DnD session so that they made it home safe. You remembered helping Max do her braids before school. You remembered the way Steve always protected you and held you close.

You opened your eyes and reached over and pulled at one of Vecna’s veins. It with enough force for you to leave him winded, enough of a hit for him to drop you onto the ground. You caught breath for a second before you ran as fast as you could towards the opening.

‘The show must go on The show must go on Inside my heart is breaking My makeup may be flaking But my smile, still, stays on’

I’m coming home to Steve you thought.

You looked back and noticed that Vecna wasn’t following you.

You sped up. Pieces of the creel house was falling down next to you which almost caused you to fall. You collected yourself before dodging several pieces of the house. You ran as fast as you could. You needed to get back to your kids. To Steve.

‘I'll face it with a grin I'm never giving in On with the show’

Your eyes opened and you fell down to the ground. You clung to Steve for a good while as Max, Lucas and Dustin all touched your shoulders and they all looked relieved that you were okay. You looked up at Steve, his face was inches away from yours.

‘I told you we would find a way’ Steve added as he breathed heavily next to you. You nodded and looked at him greatfully.

‘is it okay if I- I really want to kiss you. Is that okay?’ Steve asked as he looked into your eyes searching for clarity. Your heart melted at his question but you wanted to pinch yourself to make sure it was real.

‘am I dreaming? Is this real?’ you asked visibly confused.

Steve beamed down at you and shook his head.

‘it’s real. Look if this isn’t okay tell me and I won’t-’ Steve added carefully almost as if he was planning every next step he did with caution. You figured that he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.

‘yes. Kiss me. Please’ you uttered not very helpfully. You were still flabbergasted. This seemed too good to be true.

Steve didn’t have to be told twice. He leaned in and kissed you. His warm lips sliding against yours and his hand caressing your cheek. You leaned into his touch. You kissed like you were both touch starved like you had both wanted it for a long time when Steve finally pulled away you leaned your forehead against his.

He stared at you lovingly with a wide smile on his face.

‘ I thought you like N-‘ you stated slightly confused but you were smiling.

‘ It’s you. It’s always been you. I’ve just been too stupid to see it. Can you ever forgive me?’

You grinned up at him. Your smile lit up your entire face. You couldn’t actually believe this. Steve Harrington really liked you. You caressed his face with your hands and he melted into your touch.

‘it’s okay. You made it home to me. That’s all that matters’

‘you are so beautiful’ Steve admitted as he leaned in and kissed you again.

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