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pointycorgiears · 1 month ago

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Caught Between The Swells

Here's some quick and light angsty bughawk before I get on a plane today! :D

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Ever since Mihawk returned to Karai Bari from a recent trip, Buggy knew something was up. The swordsman was always quiet and brooding, but since coming home a few days ago, it was like a little black cloud followed the man wherever he would go.

Mihawk snapped at Buggy after dinner last night. That would not usually be nothing new, but this particular outburst had more teeth than what Mihawk normally bothered with. Hell, he even snapped at Crocodile when he was asked what was wrong, causing the taller warlord to stammer out an uncharacteristic apology. The two just decided to let him be, as Mihawk clearly did not want to talk about it. He was barely sleeping. He was eating lightly. He didn't want to be bothered. His bad mood was palpable, and yet still, Buggy wondered why.

Buggy doubted he was ever going to get an answer. So he sat in bed in his personal tent, having just finished brushing his hair and clearing the make up from his face. He was dozing off with a book in his lap, his head beginning to lilt to the side. He jerked halfway upright when he thought he heard soft footsteps outside his canvas door, but relaxed again when nothing but silence followed. He was aware enough to mark his page and put the book away, one hand floating to turn out the light near the bed...

knock knock

...and he paused at the quiet knock on the wooden post that made up his doorway. "Uhh...yes?" he called out. The thick canvas that covered the entryway ruffled a bit before it was gently pulled back and two yellow eyes pierced through the dark on the other side.

Buggy swallowed and raised his brow. "Hawkeyes?" This was unusual. Mihawk never came to Buggy's tent. In fact, he always gave the clown the widest berth possible, especially the past few days. Buggy felt a little on edge. "Is there something you need?"

Mihawk took that as permission to enter. There were two things Buggy immediately noticed about him. One, he was dressed in what Buggy guessed was his sleepwear: a loose white shirt and maroon floral printed sweatpants, which Buggy had never him dressed in until now. And second, Mihawk's eyes darted away from his the second he walked in the tent. They stared at the ground, brow furrowed like something was troubling him. He walked silently into the room, barefoot, his steps hardly audible. He stopped at the bedside, continuing to stare at the floor. Buggy got the feeling that Mihawk did not want to look at him.

"Umm," Buggy murmured, if only to break the awkward silence. He tried asking again, "Hawk, do you need something?"

There was a strange shaky breath before Mihawk finally spoke. "I need to apologize. My behavior was inappropriate earlier. I am sorry."

Silence again. Buggy waited a moment, confused by everything, until he replied. "Huh? It's okay! You were stressed out about, uhh, something. I understand!"

"No, you do not," Mihawk muttered.

"Uhhh," Buggy remained confused. "It's okay, Hawk. Really!"

Mihawk finally raised his eyes. Buggy blinked in shock at what he thought was a flash of despair in the usually sharp golden stare. Like a crack marring the hardened gaze. Mihawk looked away again and his body shifted as if to turn to leave, but Buggy stopped him.

"Mihawk! Sit down here!"

Mihawk twitched his head at the order, but obeyed after some fidgeting. He sat on the edge of the bed, legs hanging over and wound tight, ready to spring up and dash away if necessary. His hands folded over and wrung each other between his knees. Just as it was the last few days, Mihawk would just not relax. But now Buggy had an opportunity to find out why.

"Hawk, what happened out there while you were gone? You haven't been yourself since you came back! What's got into you?"

Mihawk gave a heavy sigh. "Buggy...if I hadn't returned, what would you have done?"

"Wha-if you hadn't...What do you mean if you hadn't returned? Of course you would return! You always come back."

"But what if this time I did not?"

"..."

Mihawk turned his slightly to look at him. "Would you have noticed?"

Buggy blinked, incredulous. "Are you crazy? Of course I would have noticed! It'd be hard to not notice having only Croc breathing down my neck everyday! Though, not being worried about getting sliced up everyday might be nice and take some adjustment, heh! Oh.."

Buggy immediately knew he said the wrong thing when Mihawk glanced away from him. He looked...hurt. As if the man had any right to be hurt by his statement in the first place, Buggy inwardly scoffed. But still, it was strange.

"Hawk. Seriously. If you hadn't come back, we would try to contact you. If that failed, we would send a search party. You know Croc has eyes and ears everywhere. We would find you! And we would help you if you needed it!"

Mihawk stared off into space. "Really?"

"Yes, really!" Buggy was losing his patience. He also just wanted to go to bed already. "That's what we would do! We're Cross Guild! We need you here! The Navy better watch their backs if they ever try anything against you, although I'm sure you could handle them in the first place, so I don't know why you're so worried-"

"It wasn't the Navy."

"Huh?" Buggy looked at him. "What are you talking about?"

Mihawk sighed again. "I ran into a massive storm on the way back from Kuraigana. One that wasn't predicted. It was the Grand Line simply raging in its fury. I had no choice but to ride it out. The wind tore my sail and as I tried to preserve what was left, I was knocked from my boat. I was caught between the swells and realized in my urgency to tie my sails, I had forgotten the safety line. I was in the water, and my vessel was being carried away from me..."

Buggy stared at him wide-eyed. This was the most Mihawk had talked since returning, and the story was frightening. He knew Mihawk sailed alone, on a tiny boat, with no one else to help him. To be caught in a storm must be terrifying for anyone else. "How-How did you get out of it?"

"A giant wave came up behind me. I aligned myself with it and let it carry me as close to my vessel as possible, enough that I could swim my way back to it. I chased it and I fought the water until felt like I couldn't breathe anymore. By some miracle, a rope drifted into my hand and I pulled myself aboard. I secured myself to the deck and the next thing I remember is waking up to a blue sky and a calm sea. I made it through."

He turned to Buggy again and that same despair was still present. "But what if I didn't? What if I was lost at sea? I would have failed Cross Guild. I would have failed myself. I would have failed Roronoa. I would have failed you, Emperor Buggy. All because of a stupid mistake of forgetting my safety line. You would have been justified not to search for me."

Buggy suddenly knew what was wrong. He knew why Mihawk was in such a foul mood, he knew why he was hurting. He knew that look on the swordsman's face. Mihawk was scared. And not just from the idea of failure, but from the fact that Death had laced its icy grip on his soul for a short moment and had nearly dragged him down under the waves. Completely out of his control, with no one to rescue him. Pure hopelessness. Sheer terror. Buggy knew what that felt like. Impel Down had made sure he would never forget that feeling.

Somehow, he was sitting closer to Mihawk than he remembered being, and he took the swordsman in a tight hug. He held him from behind for a moment, leaning his head on Mihawk's shoulders. He could feel Mihawk tense at the touch, but eventually relax and sag into Buggy's embrace.

"We would have searched for you. You're part of the crew now," Buggy muttered into the white shirt. "You're part of my crew. I am so happy you made it home safe. Everyone is."

"I feel so ashamed," Mihawk said under a shaky breath. "I am better than this!"

"But you are not better than the ocean," Buggy quickly countered. "The Sea rules all of us in the end. Sometimes she reminds us of that, as Roger used to say. It's nothing to be ashamed about. I'm just glad you're safe."

"That is...comforting to know, I guess."

Buggy raised his head, releasing him. He stared at Mihawk for a moment, who gazed sadly at him before darting his eyes away. This poor wretch really thinks no one cares about him, Buggy pitied. He sighed and scooted back across the bed. He pulled the covers back and disconnected an arm to tug at Mihawk's own. "Come here," he ordered.

Mihawk didn't put up a fight. Buggy wasn't sure he currently had the strength to. He pulled Mihawk into bed with him, motioning him to lay down. Buggy settled in close beside, positioning his arms around him, wrapping him tight against his side and pushing Mihawk's head diwn on top of his chest. He stroked his hair with one floating hand and rubbed his back with the other.

Mihawk was frozen against him, every muscle tense and unsure. "It's okay to lie like this? Here with you?"

"You're part of my crew. It's alright to cuddle a little bit." Buggy pressed his cheek into the top of his head to drive his point further, squeezing him tighter.

The tension slowly eased and Buggy felt him sink into the bed and his side. The shallow breaths became deeper and Buggy closed his eyes to the soft repetitive sound. He felt himself begin to drift.

Then Mihawk shuttered with a sad whimper.

Buggy found himself alert again from the odd noise. Odd in that he'd never heard such a thing emanate from the swordsman before. Buggy ran his fingers through the black hair, gently scratching the scalp. He nuzzled Mihawk with his nose as he whispered, "It's okay, you're safe now. You're home. You don't have to go anywhere alone again."

He didn't hear any other strange noises after that and his hand floated over to turn the light out...

...In the morning, he let Mihawk sleep as he quietly got ready for the day. He made sure the other remained safely tucked in the blankets of his bed before heading out.

#dracule mihawk #buggy the clown #cross guild #one piece #bughawk #Or at least the beginnings of it #cuddle time #buggy x mihawk #short ficlet

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ambrossart · 2 years ago

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Post Prom - Part II

⏪ part one

summary: after leaving prom, you and eddie go to the hideout to reminisce and listen to music. one thing leads to another, and you end up going back to his trailer.

pairing: eddie munson x dwm!reader word count: 7,167 warnings: language, new relationship, underage drinking, reminiscing about the past, pent-up feelings finally being expressed, very slightly NSFW, mostly just a lot of making out, plus a little dry humping, nothing too explicit, some suggestive language, talk of sex but no actual depictions of sex, eddie being adorable, eddie being romantic

This short story is the epilogue to Dancing with Myself. For proper context, I highly suggest you read that before reading this.

Eddie had to fiddle with the lock a few times before the front door would open.

While he jiggled his keys and cursed under his breath, you stood on the step below with your stomach all knotted up like macramé, watching the tiny moths flutter beneath the gleam of the porchlight. This wasn’t your first time standing here. You had been here before, almost six years ago, when you came and started banging on Eddie’s door at ten o’clock in the morning, yelling for him to get his stubborn ass outside. The memory made you giggle. You had been so nervous back then. Shit, you were nervous now… just a different kind, you supposed.

A soft creak drew your attention back to the front door. Eddie pulled it open with a triumphant smile and held it for you.

“Well,” he said, “this is it…”

And right before you went inside, you saw Eddie suck in a shallow breath. He was nervous, nervous about letting you see inside his house—his private, most intimate place—completely unprepared. You felt honored and grateful to know he trusted you that much.

Smiling, you brushed past him and walked through the front door. As soon as you did, you were overcome with this overwhelming and indescribable warmth that spread through your whole body. It felt less like you were entering Eddie’s house and more like you were entering his world. After years of standing outside it, only ever getting as close as the front porch, you had finally been allowed inside. It was hard not to get a little emotional about it.

“Sorry about the mess,” Eddie said, but honestly, you didn’t even notice it. Your feet moved on their own and carried you deeper inside, into the living room. There, you found a dark brown sofa chair sitting in the far right corner and a light brown loveseat resting against a draped window. A bit worn, both of them, but still in good shape. Pushed against the opposite wall was a small television, a writing desk with a built-in shelf, and a roll-out folding bed, where you imagined Eddie’s uncle resting after a long night’s work. It was a charming room, well-lit and cozy, full of all these random little knickknacks that you could have spent hours browsing through. There were hats hanging on the walls, dozens of them, and long wooden shelves lined with nothing but souvenir mugs, more than you could even begin to count.

“You know, your uncle could open a gift shop with all this stuff.”

Eddie was watching you from the front door, a faint smile on his face. “Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, he’s quite the collector.”

You nodded absentmindedly and proceeded into the kitchen, humming as you ran your hand along a small dining table set for two, with mismatched chairs.

Eddie gave you a bemused look and said, “What are you doing?”

“Just looking around,” you answered with a shrug. “Why? Do you not want me to?”

“Uhh, no,” Eddie said, a little taken aback. “Go crazy.”

So with his permission, you did. You fingered through some of the clutter on the counter, cracked open a few cabinets and drawers, snuck a little peek into the fridge—just a quick one to sate your curiosity, perfectly harmless. And as you did this, you imagined Eddie growing up here: making breakfast for himself before school, doing his homework at the counter, eating dinner with his uncle at the dining table. Did he use the upholstered chair or the simpler metal one leaning against the pantry? You couldn’t quite decide.

Then you moseyed down the hallway, looking at this and that. You pushed open the door, switched on the light to see into the bathroom… and stopped dead in your tracks when you reached the bedroom at the end of the hall.

Your stomach flipped twice, end over end. Yeah, you didn’t dare step foot in Eddie’s room. Instead, you spun around and went scurrying back the way you came, feeling much less adventurous than before.

As you shyly approached, Eddie said, “Well, did you enjoy your little tour?”

“I did,” you said while you played with the tip of your pinky. “Yeah, I really like your house.”

“Well, good,” Eddie said with a crooked, bashful smile. “I’m glad you like it.”

And then you both fell silent, listening to the low hum of a lightbulb that wasn’t quite screwed on tight enough. You stood with your back pressed against a metal storage rack. Across from you, Eddie was still by the front door, seemingly lost in his own thoughts. He had his left hand on the backrest of one of the dining chairs, and his nails kept scratching against the upholstery as he slowly curled and uncurled his fingers. His silver-plated rings winked at you every time they caught the light. After a while, it was starting to drive you crazy.

Those damn rings, you thought, they’re gonna be the death of me, I swear.

Eddie’s voice made you jump.

“I’m gonna grab a beer,” he said. “Do you, uh, want one?”

“Sure,” you said.

After all, a little liquid courage couldn’t hurt, could it?

Eddie grabbed two cans of beer from the fridge, opened one, and handed it to you. “Thanks,” you said, and then he went into the living room and made himself comfortable on the sofa.

No, on the loveseat.

Eddie threw his feet up on the coffee table, cracked open his beer and took a few slow sips. Upon lowering his drink, he turned toward you and made a beckoning motion with just the tip of his finger.

This one simple gesture set your nerves on fire! You made it only a few steps into the living room before you backpedaled into the counter and huddled against it like a coward. It dawned on you now, actually now, that you and Eddie were finally, truly, alone. Yeah, this wasn’t two kids whispering downstairs in a basement or two high school students flirting in a public restroom on prom night. This was you and Eddie.

Together.

Alone.

Oh fuck, you thought as a shiver ran up your spine. You brought the aluminum can to your lips and took the biggest gulp of your life.

Now Eddie was getting up and walking toward you. He sank down beside you with his beer in his hand and said in a hushed voice, “Why are you hiding?”

“Why are you whispering?” you said, and Eddie’s face scrunched up adorably, like he didn’t have a clue.

“I dunno,” he answered in his normal voice. Then he took a long, long drink and wiped his wet lips with the knuckle of his thumb. “Seriously, though, why are you hiding from me?”

You opened your mouth, closed it, and turned away. “You make me really nervous.”

Eddie’s eyes widened. “Really? Well, that’s… interesting.”

You looked over your shoulder and saw his lips curl into a proud grin.

“Oh, don’t get all smug now!” you said, giving him a little shove.

“I’m not, I’m not. It’s just…” His face softened with a gentle smile. “It’s a good feeling, knowing I make you nervous.”

Eddie’s words made you blush. You set your beer aside and burrowed deep into Wayne’s jacket. “I’m not used to you being like this.”

“Like what?”

“All… confident and flirty. I dunno, I guess I’m just used to you running away from me all the time.”

Eddie’s brow furrowed. “I never ran away from you.”

“Really?” you said with a teasing smirk. “‘Cause I can think of at least four separate occasions where you saw me and immediately took off in the opposite direction.”

“Well, that’s… because I was scared of you.”

You bent your head and started to giggle. Eddie watched you out of the corner of his eye, struggling to hold in a laugh of his own.

“You finally admit it.”

“I finally admit it…”

Eddie put down his beer and smiled at you. Then his eyes took on a strange glint, as if inflamed by some mysterious spark of emotion. Without speaking, he rolled his weight onto his right arm and swung his body over yours, pinning you up against the counter.

His deep brown eyes bore into yours as he said, “Luckily, I’m not fourteen anymore.”

Your lips parted with an inaudible gasp. No, you definitely aren’t, you thought, and drew away from him a little. This was too much. The house was too quiet; Eddie was too close; and you… you were silently chanting the Lord’s Prayer in hopes of banishing the evil spirit that was currently possessing your thoughts.

Your eyes closed as Eddie’s nose grazed your cheek.

“Hey,” he whispered, “can I tell you a secret?”

You nodded vaguely, unable to speak. When you opened your eyes, Eddie was hovering over you and staring at your face with a soft, almost sleepy gaze.

“You make me nervous, too,” he said. “Pretty much on a daily basis.”

“Really?” Your nose wrinkled in disbelief. “You don’t seem nervous.”

“You don’t think so?” he said. “C’mere.”

He took your hand and held it to his chest. His heart thundered desperately against your palm.

In a flustered voice, you said, “Okay, if this is a move, it’s a good one.”

Eddie’s chest shook as he laughed. “Well, good,” he said. “I’ll make sure to use it on the next girl I invite over.”

A smile tugged at your lips. “Shut up,” you said, but you didn’t raise your hand to smack him like you normally would. Instead, you closed your eyes and let your hand melt into him, feeling his heat, feeling his heartbeat, riding each wave of his ragged breath. Was this what it always felt like? When Eddie saw you in the hallway, in the cafeteria, in class, did his heart ache for you just like this? It almost seemed impossible, didn’t it? Before tonight, this would’ve been nothing more than a fantasy, but now… right now… it felt too real to be anything but true.

You laid your head on Eddie’s chest, felt his heart jog and then settle back into a steady rhythm: slower than before but still beating strong. Then you felt his arms wrap around you and pull you tighter against him. You nuzzled your head into his chin. He pressed his lips to your hairline and sighed against your skin.

“I really missed you,” he said.

After that, time seemed to stop. You raised your head off Eddie’s chest and smiled at him. He kissed you softly on the lips and drew back with smoldering eyes. You touched your hand to his face, gently brushing your fingers over his bottom lip, and he leaned in and kissed you again, taking the last six years of yearning and heartache and igniting them into passion. His grip on your waist tightened. Your fingers curled around the back of his neck and pulled him closer. You kissed slowly, deeply, and then he grabbed your hips and lifted you onto the counter.

Items scattered and shifted. Somewhere behind you, a cup fell with a hollow clink. You broke the kiss, laughing, and craned your head to see where it landed. Eddie hooked his hand around your jaw and pulled you back, kissing you again and again until

Brrring! Brrring!

the phone rang.

The sound blared through the silent house like a fire alarm. You and Eddie broke away and stared at each other, breathless and bewildered. Then you buried your face in the crook of his neck and crumbled into giggles.

“Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me,” Eddie said, looking up with a wide, defeated smile. He cupped your face and pressed one more kiss to your lips, and as he pulled away, he whispered in a slow, forceful voice: “Don’t move.”

He went to the ringing phone and lifted the handset off the wall.

“Yeah?” he said while rubbing his forehead.

“Hey, man!” It was Gareth, calling at almost two in the morning. “I thought you’d be home by now…” Lips smacked and popcorn crunched. In the background, an old sci-fi movie was playing. “So, how’d it go, dude?”

“Uhh, good.” Eddie glanced back at you and a smile came to his face. “Really good.”

He turned around, looked for a seat, and sat down on top of the kitchen table. Meanwhile, you had climbed down from the counter and were now carefully rearranging the ruffled layers of your taffeta skirt, making sure they lay neatly against your thigh. A guttural sound emerged from Eddie’s throat as he watched you. He closed his eyes and cursed his friend’s timing.

“No shit,” said Gareth in disbelief. “You actually got Chrissy to dance with you?”

“Uhh… no,” Eddie said. “You were right, man, that was a terrible idea.”

A terrible and wonderful idea. It brought him straight to you.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry, buddy,” Gareth said. “How’re you doing?”

Eddie rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m, uhh…” You caught his eye and gave him a sweet smile that he couldn’t help but return. “I’m better than ever, man.”

“Is that Gareth?” you asked.

Eddie nodded, rolled his eyes, and said, “Uh-huh…” while his friend’s voice faded into the background.

He watched you fidget in sheer boredom for a while: tracing random patterns on the counter with your finger, flicking the lampshade and making it spin, picking up a pair of pliers, fiddling with them for a second, and putting them back down. Then you leaned forward and laid your chin on your palm, giving him a coy, impatient little pout that awakened something primal within him. The handset slipped out of his hand, pulled the coiled cord taut, and clattered to the floor. Eddie picked it up and clumsily brought it back to his ear.

“Hey, I gotta go, man.”

“Huh?” Gareth said. “What do you mean, you—Wait, are you with someone right now?”

Eddie didn’t answer. He was on his feet and moving.

“I’ll, uhh, talk to you later, buddy.”

“No, wait! Eddie! Eddie!”

“Don’t call me back,” Eddie said. He pulled the handset away from his ear and

“Edd—”

hung it on the base with a click.

During all this, you were snickering with your hand over your mouth. Eddie stepped away from the phone and—suddenly, it was ringing again! Your laughter grew into muffled snorts. Eddie picked up the phone and growled: “Fuck off!” then slammed it back down. And when it rang a third time (because, of course, it had to ring a third time), he grabbed the cable and yanked it right out of the socket.

“What if there’s an emergency?” you said, giggling, as Eddie came toward you.

“I… don’t care,” he muttered dazedly, and he scooped your face into his hands and kissed you.

This was not a chaste, gentleman’s kiss. This was a lover’s kiss, full of heat and passion, desperation and desire. You closed your eyes and parted your lips as Eddie trailed kisses down your chin and along your jaw. His calloused hands, strong but tender, traced down your neck and tugged on the collar of Wayne’s jacket, pulling it over your shoulders, down your arms, and letting it fall to the floor. “Watch the jacket,” you said, and a sharp gasp escaped you. The contrast between the warmth of Eddie’s hands and the coldness of his rings made you shiver as he caressed your bare arms, slowly, gently. He kissed his way up to your mouth, cupped the side of your face, and slipped his tongue between your lips. You curled your hand into his shirt and let out a soft moan.

But then he drew back with a wince.

“Hey, I didn’t plan this or anything. You know that, right?”

Eddie’s dark eyes passed over your face, searching for any signs of doubt. “I mean… I didn’t bring you here to uhh, y’know, try to get in your pants.”

Your grip on his shirt loosened. “Oh,” you said, and looked at the floor with an embarrassed smile. “Well, that’s a little disappointing…”

(because you were definitely trying to get in his)

As those words left your lips, the air between you became thick with tension. You timidly ran your hand down Eddie’s chest, a faint blush rising to your face, and his eyes grew wide as realization washed over him.

“Oh shit,” Eddie said. He gulped deeply, combed his hand nervously through his hair, and spoke in a heated, trembling voice: “Umm… are you sure?”

You pulled him in by his shirt and kissed him. As you broke away, your eyes were calm and unwavering.

“I’m sure.”

The world seemed dreamlike as your body sank into Eddie’s mattress. His fingers interlaced with yours as he slowly crawled you backwards toward the wall, his chest above yours, knees astride your legs while he pressed soft, tender kisses to your greedy lips. He pushed down on your chest gently and the mattress came up to meet you: your elbows fell one after the other and your head landed gently on the pillow. Eddie’s scent lingered in the fabric, a mixture of sweat, soap, cologne, and cigarette smoke. You breathed it in deeply and shivered.

All the while, his hands never left yours. They rubbed against your palms, slid between your fingers, and pushed your hands deeper into the mattress. Your eyes rolled up to the ceiling as he kissed down your neck and along your chest, the moisture of his mouth lingering everywhere his lips touched. The sensation overwhelmed you. Your chest heaved with heavy breaths as you stared around Eddie’s bedroom with half-lidded eyes, taking in everything—the posters on the walls, the clothes strewn about the floor, all the clutter on his desk, dresser, and nightstand: beer cans, guitar cables, cassette tapes, empty packs of cigarettes. Next to the desk was an acoustic guitar with a message painted on the body. You had to sit up and squint your eyes in order to read it.

“This machine slays dragons?” You threw your head back against the pillow and giggled. “Wow, Munson, just when I thought you couldn’t get any nerdier…”

Your laughter broke into stifled gasps as Eddie caught your skin between his teeth. He nibbled gently on your collarbone and ran his tongue up your neck, then trailed lazy kisses from the edge of your jaw to the corner of your mouth, stopping there as he leaned back onto his left elbow.

While playing with your fingers, he said with a cheeky little smile, “Sorry, were you saying something just now?”

“Uhh, no,” you said, feeling breathless and dizzy. “I, umm…”

Eddie lowered himself back down until his mouth was hovering over yours, close but not quite touching.

“You forgot?” he said in a low voice.

Your head bobbed slightly as you stared at his lips, desperately craving the contact that was currently out of reach. You moved up to kiss him and he pulled away, a smile dragging up the side of his face.

A frustrated huff blew through your nose. “Please,” you said, and immediately snapped your mouth shut.

Shit, you thought. That one was gonna cost you.

Eddie’s eyes brightened with surprised delight. “Uh, what was that? Did I just hear you say please?”

“No,” you said as a shameful heat engulfed your face.

“Oh, I think I did,” he said, chuckling. “Uh-oh, now I have to make you say it again.”

“I’m not saying it again.”

“Yeah, well, I kinda need you to say it again, so…”

The corner of Eddie’s mouth lifted into a tantalizing smirk as he parted your lips with his thumb, drawing a whimper from deep in your throat.

“Please,” you whispered, and a switch went off in his head.

All of a sudden, Eddie’s eyes darkened with a naked, carnal lust that made your core clench and quiver with need. You arched your back as he lowered himself back down to you, and when he reached your lips, he kissed you with a hungry motion that left your whole body crying out for more. You dug your hands into his back, pressed yourself tighter against him. He ground his hips into yours and sucked gently on your neck, leaving faint marks all over your skin. Your breath hitched as you felt his hardening length through the fabric of his jeans. He moaned against you and moved back to your face, kissing your mouth, your chin, your cheek, and he whispered huskily into your ear, “Are you a virgin?”

The question hit you like a sobering slap.

“Maybe,” you said. “So what?”

“Hey, you don’t have to get defensive. I’m just asking, okay? It’s important that I know.”

“Okay, well… now you know.” You recoiled from him and turned your head to the side, staring at the heap of clothes on his floor. A lump formed in your throat as thoughts churned in your head. You swallowed hard and said in a small voice, “I take it you’re pretty experienced.”

Eddie gave you a funny look. “Well, I’m not that experienced. Mostly, I just watch a lot of porn.”

A giggle burst out of you, making your chest feel fluttery and light. When you turned back, you were welcomed by Eddie’s warm, comforting stare. He kissed your lips softly and a smile illuminated your face.

“So Corroded Coffin doesn’t have any groupies?”

“Not unless you count Gareth’s mom… which I do.”

You two broke into laughter. Eddie took your hand, pressed a few kisses to your knuckles, and leaned down to kiss you. As you parted, a question slithered its way into your mind:

“Hey, can you really tie a cherry stem with your tongue?”

Eddie arched his eyebrow. “Have you been thinking about that all night?”

“No, not all night,” you said with a sheepish smile. “So can you?”

Eddie snickered, his warm breath fanning your face. “No,” he said. “No, I was just trying to make you blush.”

“Oh,” you said, and felt your face get hot again. Well, you could’ve fooled me.

The previous urgency of his desire was replaced with caring deliberation. His hands gently caressed your waist, your hips, your thighs, tracing around every curve until he had each one of them memorized. You felt short of breath as he lowered his head and started kissing your breasts through the fabric of your dress. A whimper rose in your throat and you withered helplessly against him. You dragged your foot up his left pant leg, ran your hand up his right arm, feeling his hair between your fingers, drawing over his tattoos, pushing up his sleeve to squeeze the hard muscle of his bicep. He kissed the tops of your breasts, your chest, the side of your neck, and felt your hand on his face, beckoning him.

You both shared a moan when your bodies reconnected. Soft breaths filled the room as your hunger for one another grew, your hips moving together in a slow, passionate rhythm. Eddie panted against your lips, stared deeply into your eyes, and when his hand slid between your thighs, you pulled away and said through the static of your thoughts,

“Umm, Eddie? I don’t mean to kill the mood or anything, but umm… do you have a condom?”

The resulting silence was deafening. Eddie’s lips grazed your cheek and he drew back with a muddled expression, his mouth open, eyes slowly blinking, blinking, blinking.

You shrank away from him and grimaced. “It’s just, umm… you know, getting pregnant on prom night wasn’t quite the cliche I had in mind.”

You forced out a laugh and it instantly died in your throat. Great, you thought. Turns out, you hadn’t killed the mood at all. No, what you did was far more sadistic and cruel. Instead of taking it out in one clean shot, you missed all its vital organs and now you had to watch it limp away and die a slow, agonizing death. Way to go, sharpshooter.

Eddie shook his head and, finally, the haze in his eyes cleared.

“Uhh… right, shit,” he said, “just, umm… hold on.”

He climbed to his feet, pulled out his wallet, and froze as soon as he peeked into the fold.

“Shit,” he said under his breath.

You pressed your lips together and nodded. “You don’t have one, do you?”

“No,” Eddie said quickly, with a little tremor of panic in his voice. “No, I do… just, uhh…”

He went to his dresser and started going through all the drawers: pulling them open, rifling through them for a minute, then slamming them closed. Then he went to his desk and did the same thing. With every slam, your cringe deepened. It was like watching a massacre in slow motion. You had shot and missed, and now Eddie was savagely beating the mood to death with a rock. Just put the poor thing out of its misery already!

“Eddie,” you said.

He pushed his palm toward you. “Don’t… Don’t go anywhere,” he said in a distracted voice, and he spun around and stumbled out of the bedroom.

“Where would I even go?” you said, baffled. Then you slapped your hand to your forehead and cursed yourself for saying anything at all. Of all the times to listen to your gut, you chose now—now, when you were this close to living out all your horny teenage fantasies with the man of your dreams. What happened to the angel and the devil on your shoulder? Should you? Shouldn’t you? The funny little back-and-forth? You figured there would’ve been at least a little bit of that, but nope! The stop sign went up and you slammed your foot on the brake right in the middle of a four-way intersection: crash, smash, KABOOM!

“Goddammit.”

You sighed, rolled onto your side, and started shuffling through the comics you found beside Eddie’s bed.

“Hey, you have Creepshow!” You plucked it out of the pile and opened it to the first short story. “Have you seen the movie? Oh my god, Munson, that last one with the cockroaches… boy, did that mess me up for a while. I freaked out every time I had to turn on the light in the kitchen. And I have a pretty strong nerve when it comes to horror. Michael Myers, Leatherface, Freddy Krueger, zombies, monsters, blood, gore, stabbing—I watched Cannibal Holocaust, for God’s sake! But fucking bugs? Yeah, I draw the line there. It’s like that movie, The Fly, that scene with the spiderweb… Nope, I turned my TV off so quick. I still haven’t finished that movie. I’ll probably watch the remake when it comes out, though, ‘cause… well, I do love Jeff Goldblum.”

You figured Eddie wasn’t listening and, honestly, you didn’t care because your silly babbling was the only thing saving you from the discomfort of this incredibly awkward situation. Without it, you would have spontaneously combusted out of pure shame. Eddie, meanwhile, was fumbling around helplessly in the kitchen: slamming cabinets, opening drawers, cracking open the…

fridge?

You looked up in bewildered amusement, then casually flipped to the next page. “I don’t think you’re gonna find any condoms in the fridge, Munson.”

“Yeah, well, there weren’t any in the oven, so…”

The fridge closed with a quiet thud. A moment later, Eddie appeared in the doorway with a hopeless expression on his face.

“You’ve completely lost it, haven’t you?”

“I’m the Sahara,” you said, and Eddie winced at your brutal choice of metaphor.

“You’re the Sahara, huh?” He pounded his fist on the doorframe a couple times, then hung his head and chuckled miserably to himself. “Great, just great.”

He slumped down by your feet and sat doubled over with his elbows on his knees. The seconds dragged on like hours as you two sat on opposite ends of the bed, not saying a word to each other. You kept flipping through the comic, but you didn’t read any of it, not a single word. You thought you had ruined the whole night.

You sucked in a quiet breath and—

“Sorry,” Eddie said, making you jerk your head up in surprise. As you looked at him now, he seemed strikingly timid, like the fourteen-year-old boy who could barely hold your gaze. “Guess I should’ve been better prepared before I, umm…”

His shoulders bounced with light, easy laughter.

“What’s so funny?” you asked.

“Nothing,” he said while fiddling with the ring on his right hand. “It’s just, uhh… y’know, I’ve thought of this moment for a long time, a long time, and now that I finally got you here…” A peaceful smile touched his face. “It’s just funny how it all worked out.”

“Yeah,” you said. “Yeah, I guess it is.”

Eddie sat up and turned toward you. “We don’t have to rush this,” he said. “In fact, it’s probably better that we don’t.”

“Yeah,” you said. Then, with a shy dip of your head: “Except now you’ve got me a little curious.”

“Hm? About what?”

“Well… you said you’ve thought about it…”

Eddie grunted low in his throat, a guilty, guttural sound.

“Uh-huh,” you said, snickering. “So… how was I?”

“You were, uhh…” He ground his jaw in thought for a minute, then closed his eyes and said with a deeply satisfied sigh, “Sensational.”

That sent you over the edge! You fell over, chortling hysterically until your stomach started cramping and you just couldn’t take it anymore. While drying your eyes, you said, “Sensational, huh? Well, there’s a bar I’ll never reach.”

“Yeah, I’m not too worried,” Eddie said.

The conviction in his voice threw your heart into a panic. You turned away, pressed your burning face into the cool pages of Eddie’s comic book, and pretended to go back to reading. That’s when you felt the bed dip as Eddie stretched out beside you, lying on his stomach with his elbows supporting him.

“So you’ve been snooping, huh?” He gestured toward the comic with his chin. “What’d you find that’s so interesting?”

“Creepshow.” You turned to the next page. “Hey, why do you have this, anyway? I thought you didn’t like horror.”

“Yeah, well… apparently, I’m Halloween-themed.”

Your breath hitched in mid-sentence. You lifted your eyes off the page and met Eddie’s affectionate stare.

“I still don’t get what that means, by the way.”

“Yeah, neither do I,” you said, and let out a quiet laugh. “I thought I knew when I said it, but now that I think about it, it doesn’t really make that much sense, does it?”

You gave Eddie small smile and went back to reading. He lay next to you for a bit longer, observing the subtle changes in your focused expression. Then he suddenly got up and started rummaging through his desk drawers again. The familiar slamming sound made you giggle.

“Okay, the condom fairy doesn’t exist, Munson. No matter how many times you open that drawer, a box of condoms won’t magically appear.”

“Oh, I’ve already given up on that dream,” Eddie said. He crossed the room, dropped to his knees, and started digging through all the junk under his bed.

Now you were getting a little curious yourself. You climbed to your knees, put your hands on the edge of the mattress, and peered down at him.

“I’m not interested in your porn collection, either.”

Eddie popped his head up and smiled at you. “This isn’t where I keep my porn,” he said, and tossed you a flirty little wink. Then he went back under the bed and—“Holy shit!”—dragged out a black three-ring binder.

Your jaw dropped as soon as you saw it. “Wait, is that…?”

You gasped excitedly and made a “gimme” motion with your hands. When Eddie couldn’t meet your demands fast enough, you snatched the binder off the floor and sat down with it in the middle of the bed. He didn’t seem to mind.

“Fuck, man,” Eddie said while scratching the back of his head, “I haven’t seen that thing in years.”

“Yeah, I can tell,” you said, and swept some of the dust off the cover.

The binder looked exactly the same as you remembered, right down to the black-and-white Black Sabbath sticker with the giant rip in the corner. You opened it up and started flipping through it like it was a fully illustrated, limited-edition novel from your favorite fantasy author. It had everything: character sheets, ability guides, spell lists, equipment and inventory tables, maps, drawings, detailed notes from every session, and all these little extra reference pages to help describe his character’s attacks, actions, and movements, because Eddie wanted to sound so cool during combat. You couldn’t stop smiling as you went through it. It was like a little time capsule.

“It’s so weird,” Eddie said in a quiet, captivated voice.

You looked up and saw him sitting directly across from you, staring not at the binder but at you.

“What’s weird?” you asked.

“I dunno, it’s just… sometimes when I look at you, I get these little flashes of back then. It’s kinda freaky, actually, like déjà vu or something.” Eddie’s face flushed a light pink, seeming to catch him by surprise. He immediately shook the thought away. “Uhh, sorry. Go ahead and keep snooping.”

Your eyes lingered on him for a moment longer, then went back to the page. You turned to the next section and said, “Oh my god, here it is! The Shrieking Queen’s Catacombs, Scottie’s infamous campaign. How many pages are there of you just complaining about me, Munson? Let’s count, shall we? Uhh, one, two, three…”

You flipped to the next page and a loose paper slid out.

“What’s this?” you said, and casually looked it over. “Well, this looks like a very poorly rendered dungeon map.” Laughing, you examined it closer. “The Labyrinth of Neverending Nightmares. Ohhhh, how spooky… Wait, this doesn’t look like one of Scottie’s, though. No, his are like ten levels deep and full of all these annoying traps that someone always gets caught in, and by ‘someone’ I mean you, Munson. Then I have to get you out because for some reason you can’t roll higher than a fucking two…”

You giggled at the memory, then showed Eddie the paper and said, “Okay, I give up. What is this?”

“It’s mine,” Eddie said with a modest smile, making your face fall in astonishment. “Yeah, that’s my dungeon. Or at least one of them, anyway. I thought I chose one of the better-drawn maps, but obviously not…”

Your eyes were wide as you listened to him. When you finally blinked, they became wet and blurry.

“Wait, what? You wrote a campaign? How come you never told me?”

“I was working up to it,” Eddie said. “I had it in my backpack for like two weeks ‘cause I kept chickening out. And by the time I finally gathered up enough courage to do it, well…”

“I killed you.”

“Yeah…”

The words echoed in your mind like a curse. You buried your face in your hands and cried out in anguish: “Oh my god, I’m a monster!”

“Well, you’re a really pretty monster,” Eddie said with a light-hearted chuckle, but you didn’t laugh like he thought you would. Instead, you sat hunched over with your hands covering your face, sniffling back tears. He reached for you and gave your shoulder a shake. “Hey, come on, don’t cry. Please, don’t cry. I’ve already seen you cry way too much tonight, and I really don’t like it.”

He leaned over and brought his lips close to your ear.

“Hey,” he said softly, “it doesn’t matter anymore.”

“It matters to me,” you said, and raised your chin to look at him. The compassion in his eyes almost made you burst into tears again. You didn’t deserve it. “Four years, Eddie. That’s a really long time. I can’t help but think of all the things we missed out on, and now…”

Now they were all piling onto your chest like bricks. The weight of it was enough to crush you. You lowered your head and felt your eyes well up with guilt and grief.

“But we didn’t miss out on anything.” Eddie gently took your face into his hands, dried your tears with his thumbs. “We’re still gonna do everything. I’m gonna take you on a date, a real date ‘cause I don’t think this one technically counts. And I’m gonna meet your parents, which I’m already kinda dreading, if I’m being totally honest. And we’re gonna, y’know, cut class and go make out in my van. That’ll be really fun. Yeah, I’m actually really looking forward to that one. And then, uhh, let’s see… we’re gonna have our first fight in like three weeks, so I better start preparing for that now ‘cause I just know you’re gonna fight dirty. Yeah, you’re definitely gonna hit me below the belt a couple times. But that’s okay ‘cause the make-up sex will be fantastic—y’know, once we actually have condoms. I’ll buy some tomorrow. A big box.”

You snorted under your breath. “I think a regular box is fine.”

“No, just… trust me,” Eddie said. “We need a big box.”

You blinked at him for a second, dumbstruck and speechless, your cheeks all aflame. Then your head slipped out of his hands as your whole body collapsed into giggles.

With a shadow of a smirk, Eddie said, “You think I’m joking right now, but I’m not. I’m buying the biggest box they have.”

“Please, stop,” you said, barely able to breathe.

“I’m just saying, I’m gonna be fully prepared next time… assuming there is a next time, anyway.”

You lifted your head and smiled at him, your face glowing in the aftermath of your laughter. “There will definitely be a next time,” you said. Then you placed a feather-light kiss on his lips, drew back, and he pulled you in for another, deeper kiss, his hand coming up to cradle your jaw.

“So, is it scary?” you asked afterwards.

“Is what scary?”

“The campaign you wrote, is it really scary?”

“I made it extra scary just for you.”

“Wow,” you said with an awestruck grin, “an extra scary campaign just for me? Well, now we have to play it… Can we?”

In a tender voice, Eddie said, “You’re the only one I’d ever play it with,” and you felt your eyes tear up again.

Choking them back, you returned your attention to the binder and discovered something that made your heart swell with indescribable joy.

“Hey… this looks familiar.”

It was the character sheet you had made for him. He had kept it, after all.

“I tried to fix it,” Eddie said while you carefully brushed your fingers over the softened wrinkles in the paper. There was a giant iron burn in the middle.

“How hot was the iron?” you asked.

“Oh, it was scorching,” Eddie said. “Yeah, it’s a miracle I didn’t burn the house down.”

Your laughter rang together effortlessly. For a second, it was like you two were back in middle school, giggling and goofing off in Scottie’s basement while everyone else stared at you and wondered what was so damn funny. It was a surreal feeling, being together like this again. In fact, it felt a little like

Déjà vu… Yeah, that is weird.

You touched the burn mark gently. “I thought you threw this away.”

Eddie furrowed his brow and shook his head, as if the thought had never even occurred to him.

Then, after a brief period of silence, he said, “Hey, can I ask you something?”

“Hm?”

“Do you still have your journal?”

The question brought a smile to your face. “You know I do.”

Eddie nodded and put his hand over his mouth, concealing an ever-growing smile of his own. With his lips pressed against his knuckles, he said, “Okay, so… how many pages was I really in? I’ve always been curious.”

You went quiet for a minute, trying to count the pages, but you soon realized it was pointless. Even if you counted them a thousand times, the answer would always be the same.

“Not nearly enough,” you said, and Eddie’s eyes lit up with amazement.

“That’s… a really good answer,” he said, surrendering an embarrassed laugh. “Shit, okay… yeah, I think I need a second to recover from that one.”

He turned away and tried to regain his composure while you sat and watched, resisting the urge to tease him. Outside, a car was pulling up in front of the house across the road, its headlights flashing through the cracks in Eddie’s blinds. The sound of the engine made you both pause and reflect.

“I should probably take you home,” Eddie said.

“Yeah,” you said, “but then again, it is very late.”

“It is very late.”

“And you’re probably tired.”

“I am incredibly tired.”

“Plus, you’ve been drinking.”

“You’re right, I have been drinking… So have you.”

“Mhm,” you said, and felt your heart quicken with a surge of anxiety and excitement. “So, for both our sakes, I think the safest thing would be for me to just stay here tonight.”

You hid your eyes as you said this, worried you might’ve overstepped and crossed some invisible line, but then you heard Eddie let out a quiet, contented sigh and you felt silly for worrying at all.

“Okay,” he said, smiling to himself.

He went to his closet, pulled out two shirts and presented them to you. “All right, pick one: Slayer or Megadeth. Choose wisely ‘cause this decision could very well determine the future of our relationship.”

You pressed your lips together and thought hard about it for a while.

“Megadeth.”

“Good choice,” Eddie said, and tossed it to you. Then he gave you a pair of his boxers, blushing a little as he did. “Umm, I’ll be outside waiting on the porch, so uhh… just knock on the window when you’re done, ‘kay?”

“Okay,” you said, giving him a timid smile.

The air felt lighter, crisper as Eddie stepped onto the porch and sank into his uncle’s chair, a chair he had sat in over a hundred times: in the morning before school, at night while he watched his uncle leave for work, when he needed to think, when he couldn’t sleep, when he was simply bored and didn’t have anything better to do. Now here he was sitting in this beat-up old chair again, this time waiting for you.

Instinctively, Eddie reached for his cigarettes and realized he wasn’t wearing his jacket. Normally, this would make him grunt in frustration, but tonight he just threw his head back and sighed happily into the cool night air.

This was a good night, he thought, probably the best night of his life.

Then he heard your gentle tap, tap, tap on the window, stood up, and went back inside.

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ultra-violet-heart · 4 months ago

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A Story of Doing the Utmost Best for Arnold, Who is Interested in Being Scolded at by Rishe

This is a bonus short story written by Touko Amekawa with for 7th Time Loop Volume 6! It’s set on Rishe's 7th loop (her present one), and is about her and, well, Arnold, as usual. Contains spoilers for Volume 6, so if you haven't read that, reading this short story isn't recommended!

Disclaimer: This translation is made by me for fandom purposes only. This unofficial translation is not affiliated with the official 7th Time Loop franchise. All rights reserved for 7th Time Loop to its respective committees, committee members, staff, author and rights holders.

The bonus short story can be found in Touko Amekawa's 7th Time Loop Shousetsuka ni Narou blog!

Illustration credits to @/LovelyFailure and @/icecreamsunday from 7th Time Loop Discord! Posted here with their permission.

(July 29 update: Touko Amekawa added some dialogue for this story, probably for commemorating Rishe's birthday, so I've edited this to reflect said added dialogue!)

I’m posting my Ko-Fi here as currently, I’ve been having financial troubles, so if anyone can donate, I would be much grateful for the help, thank you very much.

"Prince Arnold, you still...!"

"......"

The day before they returned to Galkhein from the canal city, Rishe, who visited Arnold in his bedroom, got flustered seeing her fiance head towards the desk.

"And I even asked you to refrain working on official business as it might worsen your wound..."

"This degree of work isn't a big deal. I'll finish this at once."

"Not this again!"

Arnold might have called that degree of work 'not a big deal', but there were stacks and stacks of official documents piling up on the desk.

"We will be returning by carriage tomorrow, right? In addition to our many concerns..."

Rishe herself was worried, of course, but above all else, Arnold's health came first.

Then, Arnold's hand, which was holding a quill, stopped moving, and looked at Rishe, who was standing tilted behind him.

"I think you know about how wounds heal more than I do."

"!"

He told her this very clearly, she could feel her cheeks turn hot.

(It is true that I begged His Highness to show me that everyday, but...)

She was very much aware of that matter related to Arnold.

For example, when he woke up in the morning. Or during his breaks when he was out on official business, or after bathing, Rishe was entrusted with Arnold's treatment.

Cleaning his wound, keeping it from drying, using a cloth to spread much of the medical ointment on his wound then wrapping a bandage around it.

While he was undergoing treament, she didn't mind the situation as she couldn't help but worry, but when she came back to her senses, her heart was filled with a lot of complicated feelings.

After all, Arnold took the clothes off his upper body so she could apply treatment easier.

While working in an apothecary mode back then, she wasn't even conscious of this situation, but when the details of his wound opening got pointed out in such a trifling time like this, she got directly embarrassed.

"A... At any rate, don't! Stop working! No!"

"........Ha."

While Rishe switched over in a fluster, Arnold laughed a little, looking amused.

"Prince Arnold. Are you in a good mood, perhaps?"

"Yes. I am."

"???"

Rishe tilted her head at the unexpected reply. What did Arnold like in this banter where she was scolding his actions?

"This is rather trivial. Just that..."

"Just that?"

Arnold slightly gave Rishe a seemingly provocative look.

"I was thinking of you scolding me at times like this."

"――――Ah!"

His words made Rishe understand the reason for his sudden good mood.

Since their talk about Dietrich a few days ago, for some reason Arnold showed an interest in being scolded by Rishe.

For Arnold, this moment of banter might have been the result of him testing things out.

(Still, this shouldn't be why you're still working on official business......!!)

From the bottom of her heart, she still couldn't comprehend what Arnold was thinking.

"I-if you want me to scold you, Your Highness, do something that would be a drawback to me or something I wouldn't like, instead of doing something that would be detrimental to you!"

"I don't want to choose that way."

(Ugh, you assert that as if it's obvious...)

Arnold being sincere like this was the reason why Rishe could not scold him at all.

(Oh, no, all this time, he's still continuing with those paperwork! According to Oliver, none of them are urgent official documents. It's unlikely I can stop him from working on these while we're in the carriage, but at least he must lie down and rest tonight, or the strain from sitting down might open his wound...)

Rishe then suddenly had an idea.

"Then, let's play something else!"

"?"

Arnold's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was curious.

The fact she could catch a glimpse of emotions on him, as he was usually expressionless, made Rishe very happy.

"You can tease me in such a way that won't pose a disadvantage to me, and in a way that I won't hate but will still trouble me."

"......"

"If that's the case, Your Highness, you can tease me as much as you want, can't you? As I'd be troubled by this, I will scold you, and I'm sure you'll be satisfied by that."

"......Wait."

As Arnold's brows furrowed, she understood the sitution has changed from earlier. She might be able to persuade him by pushing this conversation through.

"You need to rest, so let's go back to bed!"

Rishe then put her hand on top of Arnold's, squeezed it, then pulled him to her direction.

"So feel free to tease me in any way you like."

"Hey. Rishe."

"You can toy then untangle the ribbons on my [nightgown], or squish my cheeks as much as you like. I will find it troubling and embarrassing, but I don't think it's a drawback for me, and I don't mind it either..."

Rishe tried to urge Arnold to stand up, then she just blinked.

"Your Highness?"

"......Really, you."

The other hand Rishe wasn't holding then reached out to her. With a scolding look on his eyes, Arnold talked.

"――Being treated like this is detrimental to me."

"Huh!?"

His fingers then gently tickled the back of Rishe's neck.

Unconsciously holding her voice back, Rishe then covered her mouth with both hands. She could feel Arnold's beautifully-shaped fingers, the skin slightly rough, as expected of someone who held a sword.

Arnold said it would be a drawback to be pranked that way.

"It's... it's not like that!"

"Hm."

"It's simply t-ticklish......! Ngh..."

It seemed like something was tickling her skin, but in reality, just as Rishe suggested earlier, he was toying with the decorative [ribbon] straps of her nightgown.

The nightgown's ribbon laces on the collarbones served as straps, and when touched, those straps would fall down the shoulder.

"Huh... So?"

"Mmm..."

With a slightly amused voice, he then cupped her cheeks with his right hand.

He then squished her cheeks gently, toying with them like he did before.

"So, after all, you're not going to scold me?"

"You're not lying down on bed and resting, so I won't scold you yet......! Nnnnn..... Your Highness!"

To begin with, even though this might feel like a scolding, it might be different to Arnold.

The hand that was on Rishe's cheeks now moved to trace her ear smoothly. And his deep voice reached Rishe's ears.

"Look at me...… If you don't like this, then say so."

(After all, it's not that I don't like this.......)

In that moment, Rishe noticed all of a sudden.

(――――Ah, I did it again!)

She went, Pah!, and immediately stepped back away from him.

"I... I apologize! I'm sorry for abusing my authority over and over!"

"......?"

As Rishe mentioned "abuse of authority", Arnold then made this baffled, sullen expression.

However, he stopped his prank of tickling her, so Rishe used that moment to escape.

"Please wait! Let me arrange the bed again so you can lie down there and carry out your official duties in a more comfortable position!"

"......All right."

She rushed to the bed while apologizing.

(…I shouldn't have done that.)

She gathered and arranged all the fluffy cushions and pillows, making full use of all her skills from her life as a maid, however, she couldn't manage to look at Arnold.

(To think I'm using such an excuse to make the person I love pay attention to me......!)

Right now, Rishe was probably the one more eager to be scolded by Arnold.

Although she would never say it directly, she said something in a very quiet voice while Arnold's back was turned on her.

"Next time, I'll think of another way to scold you, Prince Arnold..."

"......You know."

"?"

After Arnold somehow made a bitter-sounding utterance, he didn't say anything after that.

To at least make up for what she did earlier, Rishe then tidied up the bed to help with his paperwork later on.

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kyra45 · 1 year ago

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The following messages are from a user I am keeping anonymous. The blogs referred to in here are sheeyanc/tumsrrplzzstop and then other blogs known as sadmutant,destrawberry,and imthegonetoofar. All information being supplied is for research purposes only and also to serve as an archive of the anonymous user being contacted by them. Please do not harass anyone listed here just keep an eye out should you see them as well.

[Image ID: A partial screenshot of a direct message from an anonymous source. It reads as follows: “getting messaged by @/sheeyanc/ @/ tumsrrplzzstop for maybe a week or two. I was a little suspicious but helped spread the word along and after a while I assume they got shadowbanned for spam messages/asks cause they hadn't asked me to reblog their post in a while.” /End ID]

[Image ID: A screenshot of the same message from the same anonymous source. It is a continuation of the same message. It reads as follows: “Some time later (like a little over a week ago) I got a message from another blog @/sadmutant claiming to be a friend of sheeyanc. I received the same style of messages and became even more suspicious this time around and decided to go ahead and block them this time.” /End ID]

[Image ID: A screenshot of more of the same message from the anonymous source. It is further information. It reads as follows: “Today I got a message from a blog @/ destrawberry asking to help boost their post similar to the previously mentioned blogs. I did a reverse image search on some of the images in their post and found another blog @/imthegonetoofar asking for help using the same images destrawberry used except their post is from 2 years ago. Also in sadmutant's explanation of their situation they say the exact same thing that imthegonetoofar says in theirs with slight alterations at the end. The paypal destrawberry gave me when asked also has a different email and name than imthegonetoofar. All 3 blogs (sheeyanc/ sadmutant/destrawberry) only share their paypal/cashapp links thru DM too. Pretty sure all are scam blogs run by the same person using other people's stories/images. I thought I'd let you” And it cuts off. /End ID]

[Image ID: A screenshot of two separate posts from two blogs known as imthegonetoofar and sadmutant. The highlighted portion reads “I have no family parents are in prison been in prison since I was a baby my mother got out 2 weeks ago but she’s not doing well she has king of a baby so she can’t help. I started my period and I need tampons and money for groceries for me and my son things to eat maybe like noodles, ravioli, and things like this can I get a little help?” Which is the same text from both blogs. /End ID]

As stated, please don’t harass anyone listed here. Just posted with permission from the anonymous source.

#longpost #possible scam #ask to tag #long post

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warmaidensrevenge · 1 year ago

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Love and pinball.

Pairings: Eddie x Chrissy x plus!size Fem reader

A/N: Why hello there. I know I've been MIA. But I'm back with a new fic..this part is a little short. But don't worry it's going to get longer as I go. Also, I hope you enjoy the new collage I made. I feel like a little kid learning how to use paint. So hopefully I can make kick ass ones when I get better at it. Anywho, thanks for reading. And as always feedback is greatly appreciated. Feel free to comment on your thoughts. Kay love you byyye.

Word count: 4,037

I do not give permission for anyone to post this anywhere else. Please respect all creators.

Warnings: 18+ no minors. Angst, slow burn, sexual implications, open relationship, language and not proof read.

Part 1: Who are you?

Summary: Eddie never wanted anyone more than Chrissy. But that just might change.

" What about her?" Chrissy nodded her head towards a girl at the snack bar.

Eddie didn't have to look at her to know he didn't want her. He didn't want anyone but Chrissy. Since middle school he had been in love with her. So when he finally got his chance in highschool to be with her. He made a promise to himself to keep her forever. And up until a year ago things were looking really good. Now in their mid 20s, things became a little boring. Well for Chrissy that was the case. She had asked him if they could open up the relationship. Of course at first he said no. But he eventually gave in. He loved her deeply and wanted her to be happy. So he allowed her to do it. The rules were, he didn't want them over at their apartment and he didn't want to know about the sex. Just that they used protection and got an STD screen every 3 months. Now it was a year later and he was unhappy. He had been since she asked. But it got worse. Especially now. Chrissy had forced him to go to The Palace to find himself a girl.

There were a bunch of young ladies that work at The Palace. So she thought he might be interested. Since he spent every Sunday night here when she went out on a date. Little did she know, he didn't go there on Sunday's to check out the talent. He went there because he needed a distraction from what Chrissy was doing. That distraction being pinball. Before he loved it. He would take Chrissy out and she would cheer him on while he played. Now, not only did he go to not be alone. But he went because he had a very competitive nature. And some little dweeb kept beating his high score on the old Grand Prix pinball machine. The game was way in the back and no one ever played it. Well until a few months ago. Eddie seemed to find himself in a battle of wits with some kid. He assumed it was since the notes and the 1 quarter left behind were meant to mock him.

He never left any responses except for one quarter in the return slot. He thought that beating the kids' high score with exactly 1,000 points every time was enough to get the point across.

Officially annoyed with Chrissy asking 'How about that one?' For the 6th time, he said he was gonna go and see if the kid had beat his score. There were so many people today. That's why he never came on Friday's or Saturday's. It was always a Sunday night thing when he came. Not that he didn't like kids. He still hung out with his buddies from highschool. Still played D&D, and still had shows at The Hideout. It's just now, all those things became hobbies. And now he had a job. He always liked working with his hands. So a job as a mechanic was perfect. He had the weekends off and that's when he had time to do the things he loved. However this week he got lucky to have a 3 day weekend. In which Chrissy thought he would want to spend it finding a girl he could start screwing. When all he wanted was to spend the long weekend with her.

As he made his way through the sea of teens, he finally got close enough to see someone playing the very machine he was heading for. He got closer and was a bit taken back by you. The way you were dressed was a sight. Faded denim short shorts with a staff shirt that was tied in the back. Along with a pair of red chucks.

See if Eddie were to explain your outfit to anyone, they would think that there was nothing wrong with it. And there wasn't. It wasn't the clothes that made his eyes wonder and his pants tighten. It was your curves that had him in aww. From your large calves to your luscious thighs that touched, your perfectly wide hips and up to your hair in two very cute buns. From the back you looked great.

Eddie got a bit closer to try and see your face. But he didn't want to seem like a creep.

" Hey… Almost done." You said.

He looked around to see who you were talking to.

You chuckled. " Hey, curly McGee. If you're waiting for this. I'll be done in just a sec. I have to beat this twerps score."

Eddie smiled. How could he not? He had been completely wrong about you. He thought his arch nemesis was some little kid.

He finally saw your face and he couldn't help but laugh. Your brows were knitted together and your tongue was hanging out on the side. You were in the zone.

" YES!!! SUCK IT YOU PUNK!" You jumped up, pointing your fingers at the game.

Eddie took a step back to admire your little victory dance. Big beautiful breast bouncing, with a very stunning smile while doing the cabbage patch.

" Alright bud." You sighed after. " She's all yours."

" Uhhh cool." He said.

He then watched you pull out a piece of paper and jotted something down. Then placed a quarter in the middle and folded it. Putting it in the same spot as always. Just under the score.

You didn't look at him once. You just smiled at the game and left.

He reached for the note and rolled his eyes with a smirk on his face.

' Good luck loser.'

…

The next time he saw you was at the lake. Robin, who he now knew was your cousin, had invited him out. It was supposed to be fun. But Chrissy had a date. So he thought he would just have a beer and leave. That was until he saw you. You were in the water on a tube just laying there with sunglasses on and a pretty red bathing suit. Floating around with Robin.

Eddie said hi to everyone. Seems like all his friends were there. The only person who stood out was you.

He wondered what you were doing there. And how long have his friends been talking to you? He put down the foam ice chest he brought full of beer when you came out of the water and started walking towards him with Robin.

" Eddie. This is my cousin y/n. Y/n this is Eddie Munson."

Your smile was beautiful. Your sun kissed skin glowed. The way your bathing suit fitted you so tight, could have any guy on their knees for you. That being the case for him right now.

Robin playful pushed him. "Munson?"

Eddie blinked his thoughts away and shook his head a little.

" S-sorry Ed-eddie…Hi. " He said nervously. " I'm Eddie. Eddie Munson."

Your smile got even bigger and he swore his heart stopped.

"I'm sorry... Eddie is it?" You joked.

He chuckled and scratched the back of his head.

You turned your gaze behind him. "Hey Steven. Are you ready to get your ass kicked in volleyball?" You teased walking past him.

Eddie's eyes followed you. Figures a gorgeous girl like you wouldn't remember him.

" It uhh was nice to officially meet you curls." You spoke over your shoulder.

"L-l-likewise." He stuttered

He smirked to himself. Again you proved him wrong.

Robin pulled at his sleeve to get his attention. " Munson, I need to talk to you."

He turned to look at her. " Hey to you too. Nice weather we're havin'."

She shook her head. " Hi Eddie. Common. Follow me."

He agreed and followed her under a tree.

She hung her head and cleared her throat." So Chrissy called me."

He jerked his head back a little. " What? Why?"

Robin sighed and looked over in your direction. " Apparently, she saw you gawking at my cousin a couple weeks ago."

He looked over and saw you playfully pushed Gareth who was obviously trying to flirt. Why all of a sudden he was jealous. He didn't know. But he didn't like feeling this way for anyone but Chrissy.

"I wasn't gawking Buckley." He turned to meet her gaze. " I was surprised, because she has been the one who's been playing the Grand Prix. I just thought it was some little kid."

Robin rolled her eyes. " Well whatever you did, got Chrissy to call me and ask to find out who she was." She nodded towards you.

" Why?"

She sighed again. " She wants me to make sure you get on more than the first name bases, if you know what I mean."

Eddie swallowed the lump that suddenly appeared in his throat. He looked back at you and you waved at him. He smiled and waved back. Should he? Could he? He went almost 5 years without wanting to be with anyone but Chrissy. But for some odd reason, this time felt different. Maybe because now he was allowed to.

"Honestly Eddie, I don't like it."

He looked back at Robin.

" I get that you and Chrissy are in this weird relationship type thing. I'm not judging. But y/n is family. I know that we weren't close growing up and I just found out that we were related like a month ago. Now that I know, I want all of us to get to know her and spend time together… I'm not going to try and push you two together."

Eddie nodded. He didn't want that either. He didn't know exactly what he wanted. He just knew that even though he only got a max of 5 whole seconds with you, he wanted more. Though Chrissy came to mind. She always did. He knew that not only would this make her happy, but he had a gut feeling that you would be a great addition to the friend group.

" Look Buckley. I really don't want a relationship with anyone besides Chrissy. A friend, I can be. But I think that's all I can be."

Robin smiled at him. " Great! That's all I can ask for."

Eddie grinned and nodded. He really did mean that. However, things were going to happen that he couldn't control.

He walked over and sat on the grass near the unofficial volleyball ball court. He smiled listening to you talk smack to the other team.

" Oh I'm sorry. Was that a point?" You tease Steve.

" You touched the net!" He retorted.

You smirked." You wish Steven. Just admit it. You suck."

" Oh please. You wish you were as good as me." Steve bit back.

" By good you mean, a guy with tiny wrists like yours that can't jump. Then I'm okay."

Steve pointed at you. " Hey! You take that back before I come over there."

You stuck out your tongue. " Sorry. Sucks to suck Steven."

Eddie chuckled, shaking his head. You're feisty.

After the game a new one started up. You came over to him and held out a beer, while sitting down.

" You look like a blue ribbon type of guy."

Eddie nodded. " How could you tell?"

He took the beer and sucked on the fizz when he opened it.

You shrugged. " I don't actually know. Just a feeling I guess."

It was awkwardly quiet after you said that. For the first time in a long time he was actually nervous. He wanted to say something but nothing sounded good. Then he thought.

Volleyball. Ask about volleyball.

He cleared his throat by taking a drink of the ice cold beer. Giving him a little bit more time.

" It's getting pretty hot." You said shielding your eyes..

" Y-yeah it is."

" Want to cool off in the water?"

He looked at you and smiled. " Sure."

You clapped your hands and got up. " Common bud. Last one there is a burnt chicken nugget."

Eddie furrowed his brow and did a small laugh through his nose. " It's a rotten egg."

You turned around walking backwards. " I like mine better."

He grinned and got up. Following you to the lake. He stopped and took off his shoes and pulled off his shirt.

" AHHH MY EYES!" You teased. Holding up your hands towards him and looking away.

" Uhhh what?"

You laughed. " You need a tan curls."

" Today's the day for skin cancer I guess." He responded.

" Well no. We can't have that." You said coming out of the water.

Eddie watched you head to a bag under a tree. When you came back you had a bottle.

You handed him the sun screen. " Spf 75. Anything above 40 is good for ink."

" Didn't know that… Thanks."

You smiled at him. Making his palms sweat.

" Do you want help with your back?"

Umm I have a girlfriend." He blurted.

You jerked your head back a little and Eddie was too embarrassed to look at you.

Stupid stupid. Why the hell-

Your sudden laughter confused him.

" Uhh okayyyy…good for you bud. I wasn't hitting on you or anything like that. Just offering help."

He nervously laughed. " Erm…sorry I-"

" Nope." You held up your hand. " No offense. But you're not my type. And I'm sure if you didn't have a girlfriend. I wouldn't be your type either."

" Well you would be wrong."

You lifted a brow.

He gave you a thin lip smile. " I don't have a type."

You nodded. " I see. Well I apologize for assuming."

It was quiet again. Eddie didn't know what to say or do. He wished he hadn't said that. And now he was trying to figure out why he wasn't your type.

" So uhh do you want my help? With your back?"

" Y-yeah. I don't want to turn into a burnt chicken nugget."

You laughed. " I don't think anyone wants that."

He poured some of the cream on his hands and gave you the bottle. He braced himself for you to squirt cold lotion on. But he was wrong again. He felt your warm soft touch on his shoulders. You kept surprising him. Once you were done you gave him a slight push.

" Common curls."

He nodded. And before he got in two of his friends ran past him. Steve and Gareth grabbed you by your arms and legs. Both flinging you into the water. Before you went under you yelped. When you came back up you ran your hand over your face. Taking off your sunglasses.

" Oh you little shits!" You said through your teeth. Eddie came out to check if you were okay. You shook your head to the side to drain the water from your ear.

" You good?" He asked.

" Yeah bud. Ummm could you give me a hand?" You nudged your head towards the chuckling Steve and Gareth.

" With pleasure sweetheart."

You beamed a smile at him. " On the count of 3."

He nodded and you started to count. But when you got to 3. Instead of saying 3 you said 5. Catching him off guard. He gave you a confused look but you just laughed and lunged at Gareth. Eddie shook his head and went for Steve.

After a while Eddie found himself on a donut tied to yours. Just floating around. The sun was going down and he could hear his buddies playing around with fireworks. Normally he would be right next to them. Lighting a few, if not all of them. But being around you felt different. It was exciting and fun. You said and did things that had him on his toes. But as the sun set you seemed to be getting tired. You were less rambunctious and more calm. He was too.

" Why didn't your girlfriend come?"

He opened his eyes and looked over to you. " Umm. She uhh had to work."

You gave him a half smile. " That's a shame. I would have liked to have met her."

" I'm sure you will…that is if you plan on hanging out with us more."

You sighed and smiled at him." I look forward to it."

…

A few weeks after the day at the lake, Eddie was supposed to have a date night with Chrissy. However, she had to cancel due to work stuff. So bummed and bored he called up Gareth and asked if he wanted to go to The Hideout.

When they walked in and it was busier than usual. They found a couple of empty stools and hurried to grab them.

" What can I get you?"

Eddie looked up as you placed napkins in front of them.

" Hey! What are you doing here?"

You grinned at Gareth. " I work here sometimes. When it's busy like this." You looked over to him. " Hey bud."

Eddie smiled. " Hey sweetheart…can I get uh-"

You turned around and pulled out a beer for him. " Blue ribbon." You said with another beautiful smile.

He chuckled. " Yeah. Thanks."

You looked over to Gareth. " Let me guess." You narrowed your eyes for a second and grinned. " Apple wine cooler."

Gareth's eyes widened. " WHAT?! NO! Give me a blue ribbon too."

You leaned in so that only they could hear you. " I'll put that wine cooler in a glass. It will look like beer."

Gareth was embarrassed but he whispered a small thanks.

Eddie nearly spit out his beer. He turned to laugh.

Gareth punched his arm. " Shut up man!"

" Sorry man. That's just hilarious."

" Well I think that the man has taste." You winked at Gareth. Leaning over just a bit over the counter. " Honestly, beer and hard liquor are gross. Fruity drinks are the way to go."

You leaned back and rang them up. When you left to help other customers, Eddie couldn't help checking you out. You had on knee high boots with a tight leather skirt. It hugged your round ass so perfectly that he nearly drooled. And the pink halter top only added to your sexiness.

" She's something huh?" Gareth asked.

Eddie's tongue shot out and moistened his lips." I uhhh…yeah."

" She's single you know."

Eddie looked at his best friend. Giving him a thin lip. " I'm not."

Gareth sighed. " Maybe it's time you should be."

Eddie looked back at you laughing away. His heart leaped. "Maybe."

…

Later that night. You were trying to turn on your car. But it would work. Eddie stayed for a while after Gareth went with some girl. He wanted to make sure some drunk asshole wouldn't bother you.

He went outside when he didn't see you behind the bar after using the restroom. When he walked around the corner of the building he saw you lifting your hood.

" Hey."

You looked over your shoulder. " Oh hey. I thought you left."

" Was just about to. Uhh do you need help?"

You looked back down at the car. " I need a jump. I think I accidentally left my lights on."

" I have cables in my van. Let me pull it around."

You nodded and he went.

When he came back you were leaning against the car with your ankles crossed and holding yourself. Before he could actually think, he grabbed a blanket from the back and jumped out.

" Here. Don't want you to freeze sweetheart."

You thanked him and wrapped yourself up like a burrito. He smirked seeing how cute you looked. He went to grab the cables and started to hook them up.

" Try turning it on, yeah?"

You nodded and went. But it didn't want to start.

" That doesn't sound like your battery's dead. It sounds like your starter went out."

Your brows knitted together. "Oh…umm. Sorry. I didn't know. I thought I was forgetful again."

Eddie walked to the driver side and bent down so he could see you. " Don't be sorry. But umm all the body shops are closed right now. You could get it towed to one."

You looked away and looked like you were about to cry. " Umm yeah…okay"

The way you said it made him feel sad.

" Or."

You looked at him again. " Or?"

" Or I can go to the shop I work at and get a truck. Then I can work on it tonight."

He saw you blink away your tears.

" Um no you don't have to do that. I-I can wait."

" Hey." He said, grabbing your hand. "Let me help you."

A few seconds passed before you agreed.

…

You were sitting on his swivel chair. All wrapped up, watching him work. He could feel your eyes on him. And he liked it. Every once in a while he would look up and catch you just before you looked away. Every time he smirked to himself.

" S-so. Curly one. How long have you worked here?"

He grunted trying to get a bolt loose. " About 4 years."

" Nice. Do you like it?"

He quickly glanced at you and you were rocking back and forth with a little smile.

" Yeah. It keeps me calm."

" That's good."

He smiled at you and stood up straight to stretch his back.

" So uhh what do you do other than work at The Palace and The Hideout sometimes?"

" Oh just a little bit of this and a little bit of that."

He turned his head a little and side eyed you.

You giggled. " Okay. So during the day I work at a daycare. And nights or weekends I do side jobs. Like bartending or emptying out coin slots. You know. Real challenging stuff."

He laughed. " I can see how one would find that difficult."

You laughed and he felt a warmth in his chest that he hasn't felt in a long time. He bent over again trying to get access to what he was working on.

" How do you like working with kids?"

You got up and leaned next to him. " I love it. I have so much fun with them. And they're just so cute with their chubby cheeks and tiny shoes."

Seeing you so happy about your job made him feel excited for you. He was happy that you were happy.

" Do you plan on having kids?" He asked.

You sighed happily. " Oh I hope so. I want 5."

" 5? Really?"

You leaned over and caught his eye. " Oh definitely. Have to keep it an even number."

He chuckled at your joke.

" What about you?"

He stood up straight and wiped his brow with his shirt. " Uhh yeah. But I want 7."

" SEVEN!? Jesus!"

" What? Too much?"

You giggled. " Nah. That's a good amount. The bigger the family the more spare parts."

Eddie shook his head and laughed. " You're something else, you know that?"

" Thanks. I try."

You both stared at each other for a second. He wanted to move closer to you. He wanted to know how soft your lips were. How your tongue would taste like.

" So ummm." You broke eye contact first. " How does your girlfriend feel about 7 little ones?"

Shit Chrissy.

" Uhh we uhh haven't talked about that yet."

" O-oh. Sorry. I-"

" It's just uhhh. She's busy. And we hardly see each other."

You were quiet and Eddie could feel the tension building. He had a thought. Maybe if he told you the situation, could you be interested? Or would you turn and run away? A part of him wanted someone to talk to about this problem. But another part of him just wanted to keep quiet and wait until Chrissy finally gave it up. At the same time he didn't know if he could ever get back the relationship he had before. Did he still want to? Or was it time to move on? Maybe with you?

He went back to work while you went to sit back down. He didn't mean to make you feel awkward. But he did. And now you were quiet. He wanted to know what you were thinking.

" So uhh when do you see her?"

He didn't look at you this time. He kept his eyes on what was in front of him. " Well Saturday's normally. But she had to work."

" Oh... Well you'll see her in the morning. Make sure to give her extra kisses. And tell her you missed her."

That comment made him smile. He looked at you and you seemed genuinely sincere.

" Will do sweetheart."

" Good. Now will you hurry up. I'm freezing here."

He chuckled. " Yes ma'am."

…

#Eddie Munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x female original character #eddie munson x you #stranger things #eddie munson x plus size reader #eddie x reader #eddie my beloved #eddie x fem!reader #eddie x y/n #eddie munson #fanfic #plus size reader #New girl in Hawkins

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philaet0s · 5 months ago

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WIP Wednesday

(It'll be Wednesday in like an hour so that counts... right?)

I had forgotten how frustrating it is writing without posting. I keep rereading my stuff and I'm giggling and kicking my feet and I CAN'T share it with other people yet. How awful. That's why I love an opportunity to share bits from WIPs aha

Carry On - fem!Snowbaz, childhood friends

Baz

“But it’s good, right? To be with other people. It’s what we’ve wanted for years!”

Not me. At first, maybe, but not since I have you. You could be my only friend in the world and that would be enough for me.

I give her a noncommittal shrug. “I guess.”

“Oh, come on, don’t be like that. There’ll be other sleepovers, just you and me this time. Besides, aren’t you a little excited that your boyfriend is here?” she adds, nudging my arm, and I can see that her eyes are sparkling.

Sometimes, it really seems like Simone is happier about my relationship than I am.

I glance at the shape of Niall on the other side of the room and a smile grows on my face. “Right, that is nice, though I think I would have preferred it if it was just him and I too. I think I prefer being alone with a person rather than being with a group of people.”

Carry On - Natasha/Malcolm

Malcolm

Once Teddy is back and there aren’t any more people waiting for their drink, I tell him that I’m going to get more milk and go to the storage room where I open the note. Her handwriting is neat, very elegant. I can tell she used a fountain pain, but there isn’t a single stain or smudge.

I will be at Watford for the next two weeks. Call me if you miss me. And a phone number.

How very confident of her to assume I would miss her. (Realistically, if she did not show up at the shop after what she told me at the restaurant the other night, I would. But still.)

I put the note back in my pocket, a giddy smile on my face. I have her permission to contact her while she’s away. How wonderful.

(man is down bad)

Captive Prince - post!canon Lamen

"For that same reason, I am considering Lord Damien of Arran, who you have not met. He was the Lord of Delfeur when it was still ours.”

Though he was speaking in Akielon, Laurent used the Veretian name of the province. It made Damen smile. A few months ago, he would have taken it as a war declaration.

“He was one of our best generals at the Battle of Marlas, and he understands the peculiar blend of cultures and the difficult political situation of the border better than most men in Vere. Certainly better than I do,” Laurent adds, his voice changing slightly as he speaks of Marlas. Damen squeezes his hand.

“Then, Lady Adelaide of Lys. You have not met her either. She was destined to marry Auguste, had he taken a wife. Her father was a close friend of my own father, who, to my greatest pleasure, has always loathed my uncle. He gave his daughter the best education, with tutors from all around the continent, and kept her away from court as much as he could. She knows everything about the rest of the world, but nothing about Arles; the perfect opposite of most people who aspire for a seat in the council, which is why I believe she is perfect for it. I know Arles. I lived in Arles my whole life, I have seen all the horrors and the marvels of court. My council need not be courtiers. Which is why the last person I have in mind is the man in my country who has the most distaste for court: Lord Berenger of Varenne, who you have met. Though truly, I’m not so sure about him,” Laurent finished, his eyebrows creasing.

#wip #co/ws/awtwb #snowbaz #simon snow #baz pitch #captive prince #lamen #laurent of vere #damen of akielos #damianos of akielos

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cubur · 2 years ago

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Excuse me, may I ask you a question?

I was really wondering how you are still friends with the artist named snow124? They are so talented and high amount of sasunarusasu community loves their art but once i saw their very rude and unsympathetic behavior because of my reposting their fan work on instagram, but that was one year ago. As far as i know you were friends with this artist even back then and i wonder if they've ever been rude to you? How you can still tolerate that person?

You can ignore my question if i caused you discomfort by my words

Hello there！ Hmmm ok I've been looking at your ask for a while and just thinking how to answer it… "should I answer in one sentence or the length of a novel?" And then I just thought i couldn't describe myself in one sentence. So here we go…

Warning！This is a long post, sorry.

First of all, I have a few things to say before answering your questions. And these things about me, if you don't mind. Okay so, I really have no idea what i look like through someone else's eyes, but i don't like to talk to people often in my real life. In most cases, creature called "human" acts only for its own benefit… This is purely my personal opinion and I won't say all, but 95% of people are like that even if they don't admit it. I don't like selfish, liars, two faced people. So can we say that I am as lonely as Sasuke? Yes I am. (I've already said that i feel close to Sasuke's character during the insta Q&A thing) but anyways… That's why there are very few people around me that I truly trust. And Snow is one of them.

Now coming back to your questions… Well…… Firstly i didn't like you calling her "the artist named snow124". I mean, what does that mean !? Many people in the sns community don't think of more than one person when Snow124 is mentioned, right (?) but everyone thinks of only one artist. So I would understand if you only say Snow124. (Just felt like you were trying to marginalize her or something, and this bothered me)！ Secondly, have you ever thought of turning the mirror at yourself before calling someone rude, unsympathetic, stupid, idiot etc? When there's a disagreement, do you really think it's always the other person's fault ? …You know what, I asked Snow first before answering your ask just because her name is mentioned here. And if she had said "don't answer", I wouldn't have answered. But why did I do that? After all, this is my ask box, my account, so why am i asking her? But actually the real question is, why do you post her artwork that she spends her hours maybe days on your own account without even asking her permission, while I get permission from her just because her name was mentioned in a question that came to me? Can you see the difference between these two examples i gave? Well, if you still can't see it, i'll explain in one word. This is "respect"！

Is that your commission? No. Is it your work? No. Is it your idea, design, collab or something? No. So then, who gave you the right to post someone else's work for just a few likes and followers? And what kind of reaction do you expect the artist to react to your disrespect towards their work? Think about it a little……

It's not the first time I've seen people call Snow rude. And maybe others are right in their own way but her attitude or words were never rude to me… I think it's wrong to expect everyone to give the same reaction when faced with a problem or something！For example; I'm not good at controlling myself emotionally …not that professional yet. On the other hand, I see that Snow is able to keep her emotional side more controlled and stronger than me. But do you think that means she's callous? I know many people don't even care about empathy. But just for once, have you ever thought about this repost issue from an artist's perspective? I don't know if you are aware but many artists even deleted their accounts for this reason！So you can't say you saw their rude (as you call it) behavior as if you were the only right side！

"I wonder if they've ever been rude to you? How you can still tolerate that person?"

Snow124 herself always says she's as cold as snow. Not rude but she is aware that she has a cold personality. So maybe "No." sounds very rude to you but it's just a simple no to her, you never know. And before I talk to someone, i try to get to know that person. I already knew she was like that, and frankly i like her critical attitude. She can see details that I can't see, but I take this as help, not rudeness (and this is one of the reasons i chose her as my teacher). I mean if someone likes rock music and says they hate pop, then I wouldn't try to get them to like pop music. Briefly, I accept that person as they are… Not with everyone but sometimes I talk so much that others even get a headache because of me …and from time to time Snow also (maybe forcibly) puts up with this side of me *im sorry* x) And she usually gives short answers to my boring novels but I never questioned that, or didn't think she was rude, or something. Do you know why? 'Cause she's not me, i'm not her. Maybe there are common tastes but one person is never 100% the same as another person. I never expected anything in return when i drew her a gift or a piece. When I care about someone or something i do it without expecting anything in return (this is also one of the reasons why i still keep drawing Naruto and Sasuke)

When it comes to "tolerate" thing… Hmm ok I don't understand exactly what you're talking about. I mean it's not about tolerating Snow, on the contrary she tolerates me at many points (and my silly jokes that aren't funny at all x)) Also yeah there are many things in my real life that I have to tolerate, so i just remember how i was able to calm my mind again thanks to my fanart accounts and some golden people here…

Also if I remember correctly, someone on insa said i was nicer than Snow for warning them before reporting their repost, just like you anon. But after that due to another report, someone else started sending abusive messages to my personal email address. Yes maybe i'm more patient about reposts than her, but not anymore！Everyone has a limit, please remember this！ And one last thing, you guys don't even realize when you're actually being rude by directly calling someone rude.

#believe it or not Snow is one of the most respectful and decent also kind hearted person I've ever seen #...but even she herself is not aware of it #just wish you guys could see this grumpy cat turn into a fluffy kitten from time to time #i'll probably disable anons again soon #and sorry again for my wall post...#text post

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bbygirl-aemond · 2 years ago

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@maegor_the_cool on tiktok word-for-word stole your post about queen alysanne and is passing it off as their own in the comments on their most recent video. when i asked them about it, they claimed they didn't know it was yours and they got it from a forum, which doesn't really make it okay that they pretended it was their own words, and now they're claiming you gave them permission but i highly doubt it. just thought i'd let you know.

Oh, lovely! No, this person has never contacted me, I just looked through my entire inbox to make sure. I went and checked out the video and yep they literally took it verbatim. For reference y'all, here is the original post, which you can see I made on 2/28/2023. The TikTok creator got it from this post, which you can see was made on 3/7/2023, over a week after I made my original post. The forum poster is also passing off my content as their own in the comments on that thread. And here are screenshots from the TikTok posted 14 hours ago, since they turned sharing off:

...So I guess this is time to remind everyone that if you repost my stuff without my knowledge and without crediting me, you are doing so without my permission and I do not support it. I've said yes to 100% of the people who've asked me permission, so I don't understand why this seems to be a recurring issue. Also, a 1-minute Google search for this post would have turned up my blog, so it's not like this person couldn't find me because it was too hard. They just didn't check their source before using it. It's a shame, because I checked out the comments and we both 100% agree on the subject matter.

Here's a handy little guide to how to responsibly and respectfully repost my content:

Send me an ask with information about where to find the repost (usually platform + username will do). I'll say yes, but just please ask me so I know it's out there.

Credit me VISIBLY in the post. Please don't hide it somewhere, make it front and center the way an artist does with their watermark. In fact, putting my Tumblr URL in as a watermark is a super easy way to do this!

If you come across my content but you don't know it's me, but you for sure know it's not YOURS, maybe don't pretend it's yours? And maybe spend 1-2 minutes copying and pasting it into Google, which will lead you right to my blog.

If the content has been posted in multiple places, it's still really easy to find the original. Check the dates the posts were made and use the earliest post when crediting. For example, in this instance, the forum post was made a week after mine, which proves mine to be the original. Again, it only takes 1-2 minutes to check this using Google.

I really would prefer for them to delete the video and reupload it with proper credit, especially since it's been up for only 14 hours. There's a link here that explains how you can do this while saving the video so you don't have to re-format everything. I'd also prefer for the forum poster to acknowledge that they stole my content. But this is the Internet, so while I can ask for people to be honest and respectful about my content I unfortunately can't enforce it. :(

Edit: The TikTok creator reached out to me and they've re-uploaded the video with credit, which I appreciate! And they did get consent from the forum poster, just unfortunately that poster had stolen it from me. It's still not great that they didn't check their source, and that they didn't even credit the forum user at first. It's a good practice to copy and paste something into Google to check that you do indeed have the original source before reposting.

The forum user has now added a line to credit me at the top of his post. I'm still pissed at him for trying to get away with passing my words off as his own though. At least the TikTok creator asked the forum user first, but the forum user just stole my words without even asking me. What a man moment, to steal the credit for a woman's ideas 😒

#ask #asks #answered #hotd #house of the dragon #alysanne targaryen #alysanne

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fischerfrey · 11 months ago

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A Christmas Prince; The Royal Wedding

Chapter 5: The Breaking Point

Summary: Dawn investigates the situation in Alderly, leading to unexpected consequences.

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Dawn Harvelle and Evander Alderly by @potionboy3

Quincey and Olympia Alderly, Tess Brandon

Rocky Weasley by @magicallymalted

Pandora Lovelace by @gcldensnitch

Also featuring:

Evan Harvelle by @potionboy3

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Want to read the first fic in the series, A Christmas Prince? Click here!

Chapter 5: The Breaking Point

Dawn was on a video call with Rocky and Pandora, while Rosa and The Queen argued about flower arrangements.

“We're on our way to the airport,” Pandora was saying. “See you in just a few hours!”

“It’s arse o’clock in the morning, try and get some sleep on the plane, okay?”

“I'm on vacation,” announced Rocky. “I'll sleep after New Year's.”

“You’re insane.”

“Your blog is what’s insane,” Pandora said. “It got like a billion hits in under ten hours but why did you take down all the photos?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Everything you put up is like, gone,” Pandora explained. Dawn minimized the call window and pulled out his blog.

“Vanished about an hour ago,” said Rocky.

“I didn't take it down,” Dawn said, confused.

“Someone did,” Rocky observed.

“I bet I know who…”

Pince’s new office was on the same floor as Dawn’s wedding hell, so it didn’t take long for him to storm there. The culprit in question was talking one of the palace aides, a man by the name of Mr. Gorski.

“May I suggest a little damage control?” said Pince.

“I shall have a word with my friends in the press,” said Gorski.

“Much appreciated.”

The aide left and gave Dawn a funny look at the door.

Dawn stepped inside. “Did you censor my blog?”

“With all due respect, I thought we had talked about this, and agreed that…”

“I never agreed to my work being censored!”

Pince sighed and turned her computer screen to face Dawn, with all the pictures he had taken on full display. Another tab was open on the background, something about a company called Meadowlark but Dawn didn’t get a good look, before Pince maximized one of the pictures. The one showing Olympia and Gaia goofing off.

“Do you really think that this is the sort of image the royal family should portray?”

“I saw that it's trending!” Dawn argued. “It had tons of positive comments.”

“It's also a breach of protocol.”

“I seriously doubt,” said Dawn and took a deep breath. “…that traditional protocols were set up for viral social media.”

“Times change, protocol does not.”

“Well, in this case–,” Dawn started but Pince simply said: “Your photographs belong to us now. It's just the way that it is.”

Dawn couldn’t think of a single thing to say. Maybe he should have cleared a permission to post the images. He’d have to have a word with Quincey about this.

“Now, shall we turn our attention to the royal portrait?” asked Pince. “It is to be rendered at 4:30 promptly.”

“I can tell something's bothering you,” Quincey whispered. They were posed for the royal portrait, which Dawn had to admit, was not the best position to have a conversation in.

“Can we talk about it?” Quincey asked.

“I don't know, can we?” he hissed back. “It seems like we need a royal decree to go to the loo.”

“Who's ruffled your feathers now?”

“I had a rather unpleasant conversation with Miss Pince today,” Dawn explained. “I don't appreciate being controlled.”

“It's a balancing act,” said Quincey. “At the end of a day, they work for us, but we need to play by the rules.”

“She deleted posts from my blog, without informing me.”

“Please, be quiet Your Majesty, Your Royal Highness,” said Rosa.

“Once we get through the wedding and you're officially Prince Consort, we'll be at a better place to pick our battles,” Quincey added quickly.

“’Once we get through it.’ Sounds like you're talking about a medical procedure…”

“Let's just go with the flow. Keep calm and carry on, for now. Okay?”

The photographer cleared his throat, and both Dawn and Quincey assumed their poses.

“Chin up, King Quentin, give me some regality.”

Flash.

“Watch the smiling. This image must exude solemnity and control.”

Flash.

They were ordered to turn this way and that, change hand positions, change sides, and Dawn was getting annoyed. He knew this to be a part of life as a member of the royal family but Pince censoring his blog had already burned away much of his already short fuse.

“How much longer will this take?” he asked after twenty minutes.

“The sooner we get it right, the sooner we can go,” said the photographer.

“It’s the necklace,” said Miss Pince. “Who approved this? You, Miss Yaxley?”

Dawn realized they were talking about Tess’s necklace, and he grabbed it protectively.

“I…” Rosa started. “I thought it had been agreed upon.”

“I chose it,” said Dawn.

“Well, it's absolutely wrong! Take it off.”

“I want to wear it.”

“It's inappropriate,” said Pince and snapped her fingers for Rosa to take the necklace. Rosa walked over to Dawn apologetically.

“I really want to keep this,” said Dawn.

“This isn’t about you,” said Pince. “It’s about the royal portrait.”

“Quincey?” Dawn attempted, turning to his husband-to-be.

“Miss Pince, is there really no way he could…”

“This is the official portrait, Your Majesty, I’m afraid I must insist on the removal of the necklace.”

“I don’t see–,”

Pince stepped closer. “You two don’t want to insult the crown now, when we’ve come so far. It’s crucial we do everything by the books.”

Quincey sighed and Dawn could see the fight draining out of him. “Alright.”

“What?” Dawn asked.

“It’s just a necklace, Dawn.”

Dawn felt like he’d been dumped into cold water. Silently he took the necklace off but instead of giving it to Rosa’s expectant hand, he carefully put it in his pocket. Then he got back into his pose, and it certainly wasn’t hard not to smile anymore.

The atmosphere was not quite merry, when the family gathered together in front of a fireplace to read Christmas cards sent by the Alderlian people.

“It makes us proud to have you as our royal family. May you be blessed with the happiest of Christmases. Love, the Potters,” Queen Isabella read from her big, throne-like armchair. “All the cards from well-wishers have to be my favourite part of the season.”

“I love hanging Christmas cards from my partners and customers on my office wall back home,” said Tess.

“Would you like some coffee with that whiskey, Evander?” asked Quincey when Evander sat next to him on the couch. Evander made a face at him. Dawn could suddenly see them as kids, bickering over toys or the front seat of a car.

“Dear Royals, while I'm sure you're having a dandy Christmas at the palace, the real working people of Alderly are suffering…” the queen stopped short and cleared her throat. “This one isn't very festive.”

“Keep reading, mother,” said Quincey.

Isabella hesitated, but went on: “I've lost my job, as the business I owned and worked at my whole life, but which was put out of business by your New Alderly disaster. Thanks for nothing but a big lump of coal in my stocking this year.”

Isabella lowered the card and looked distraught. “We are doing everything we can, aren't we? That man has no idea how hard we're working for the long-term well-being of the kingdom.”

Evan nodded encouragingly. “Some people just like to complain. It's like I always say: can't let the naysayers bring you down. Right, peanut?”

“Dad…” muttered Dawn.

“All hail, Prince Peanut!” said Evander, raising his glass.

“All hail, the village idiot,” said Olympia.

“Mr. Harvelle has a valid point,” said the queen. “Mustn't let a malcontent disrupt the season.”

“Read another one, mother,” said Quincey.

“Dearest royal family, sending you warmest wishes this holiday... and hoping for the best. Merry Christmas…”

Olympia came with Dawn to wait for the arrival of Rocky and Pandora. Quincey had sent a car to fetch them from the airport. They were coming together, since Jimmy couldn’t get away until the wedding due to his father’s magazine going out of business. Nymeria was also working until Christmas Eve, so Maxim had postponed his arrival, too.

“I think there’s more to these New Alderly problems than meets the eye, but I've been too caught up thinking about the wedding protocols,” Dawn told the princess.

“What do you mean more?” Olympia inquired.

“Call it journalistic instinct.”

Just then the car pulled up and Dawn’s friends filed out.

“Dawn!” said Pandora excitably and came to give him a hug. Rocky followed suit.

“Hi guys,” said Dawn. He was very happy to see the two of them, especially after the insane stuff that had been going on in Alderly.

“You must be Princess Olympia,” said Pandora and curtsied. Dawn felt proud.

Rocky bowed and said: “It's an honour to be a guest of the realm.”

“Uh, excuse Rocky, this is his first royal wedding.”

Olympia laughed. “The realm welcomes you both. Abide, and you will avoid the dungeon.”

Pandora and Rocky exchanged glances.

Dawn showed his friends around. Their reactions were pretty much in line with Dawn’s own.

“Oh, my gosh, can you believe this place?” said Pandora. “It's amazing.”

“You think if we just moved in, they'd even notice?” Rocky asked.

“Let's give it a try.”

“Where are the knights in shining armour?” Rocky continued. “When's jousting? I want to joust.”

“I want wenches serving mead,” Pandora announced.

“There are no wenches in my kingdom,” said Quincey, who had appeared at the end of the hall. He walked up to them, smiling. He’d spent more time with all of Dawn’s friends throughout their engagement and they got along nicely. Dawn was willing to wager that Pandora and Rocky had more goodwill for the king than he did, at the minute.

“Quincey,” said Dawn. He was still pissed off about the necklace, but he didn’t want to start an argument when his friends had just arrived.

“My King!” said Rocky.

“Good to see you both again,” said Quincey.

“Good to see you, too,” said Pandora. “You have a beautiful country.”

“So many dignitaries about, too,” said Rocky. “I never get to meet dignitaries at the Noodle Chalet.”

“I wish I could come have some fun with you three today, but sadly, my day is far from over. mother has the new accounts for us.”

Of course she did.

“Well, I’d love to stay and help but…” Dawn started.

“Are you sure we shouldn’t postpone our celebrations?” asked Pandora, looking between Dawn and Quincey. Dawn, however, had other plans in store.

“It’s quite alright, you should show your friends the sights of Alderly. But think of me when you're having fun.” His tone was a little off, so maybe he wasn’t completely unaware of Dawn’s hurt feelings.

“You heard the King, it's party time,” said Pandora.

“It's your bachelor night!” said Rocky. “We're gonna get it going!”

Quincey rolled his eyes at them in amusement and left. Dawn turned to his friends, half a plan formed in his mind.

“Actually, there's something I was hoping you two could help me with.”

“What kind of something?” asked Rocky.

“A lead I want to follow up on.”

“A lead?”

“More of a hunch. Potentially a source.”

“Wait,” said Pandora “A lead for what? A scoop?”

“Discrepancies in the kingdom's finances,” Dawn explained.

“That sounds way more fun than a bachelor party,” said Rocky, sarcastically.

“Should've seen this coming. It's just days to your wedding, your best friends just flew in to celebrate, and you want to work?” asked Pandora.

“Yes. There's something going on in Alderly that doesn't make sense.”

“What does Quincey say?” asked Rocky.

Dawn scoffed, annoyed at the mere thought. “He's too busy going with the flow. Please, I need your help. There's someone we need to find tonight.”

Dawn’s plan involved finding the Christmas card sent by the displeased subject. It was from a man by the name of Aberforth Dumbledore. Tess agreed to help, too so they had four people combing through the cards instead of three.

“Let us search the realm for one Mr. Dumbledore,” announced Pandora.

“We should at least bring our sunglasses,” Tess said as a clear dig at Dawn for his disguise at the airport. “Having the Prince-Consort-to-be spotted roaming the city without any security might be a bit risky.”

“I’m security,” said Pandora but Tess was not convinced so they all dressed up as incognito as possible. Dawn put on a hat for good measure. He was aware of the risky nature of his plan, but he had started to seriously doubt the court’s ability to handle this situation.

The four of them went to the most popular pub in town to start with. The Three Broomsticks it was called, and they had it on good authority that it might be a place to find this Mr. Dumbledore.

“If this Aberforth guy isn't here,” said Pandora. “Can we please do something fun?

“Yes, something that resembles a bachelor party,” agreed Rocky.

“I spoke to Mr. Flitwick, and he said that Mr. Dumbledore’s been here almost every day since he lost his job.”

“Notice how he didn't answer my question,” grumbled Pandora to Rocky.

“Well, at least it's a bar…”

The bartender was an older lady with magnificent, light brown curls. Her name was Rosmerta and Tess went to ask her about their mystery man so as to protect Dawn’s identity. While he waited, a man walked up to him, clearly well into god knew how many pints.

“Why are you wearing sunglasses inside?” he demanded. “It’s dark as a dungeon in here.”

Dawn, not wanting to cause any kind of a scene but being well aware of how drunk people were capable of causing a fight from nothing, just said: “I have a light sensitivity disorder.”

The man did a double take and squinted his eyes at Dawn. “Do I know your voice from somewhere?”

“I gotta go, sorry,” said Dawn and joined Tess at the bar. He very much did not want to be discovered here.

Rosmerta pointed them to one of the corner tables, where an elderly chap was sitting, nursing a pint of ale.

Dawn approached, his companions behind him.

“Aberforth Dumbledore?”

“Who wants to know?”

“I’d like to ask you some questions.”

Aberforth did not seem particularly forthcoming when he asked: “What kind of questions?”

“About your work situation.”

“You some kind of reporter?”

“Well, sort of,” said Dawn and removed his sunglasses.

“Merlin’s beard,” said Aberforth, obviously recognizing Dawn. “What the devil are you doing here?”

“I want to help,” Dawn said. “The situation is getting out of hand, and I think I might be able to do something about it. Not that King Quentin isn’t trying his best, he’s barely slept since I got here.”

“And I'm supposed to feel sorry for him?” asked Aberforth. “How much sleep you think I've been getting?”

“I'm sorry, Mr. Dumbledore, that's not what I meant,” said Dawn, backpedalling. “It's just that they... that we are all trying to find the best solution.”

Aberforth scoffed. “But you're one of them. Why should I trust you?”

To be fair, Dawn probably hadn’t thought this thing through. He wasn’t used to not being the underdog himself so having it thrown to his face made him hesitate. Still, he pressed on: “Why else would I be here? I want to understand what's going on, too.”

Aberforth sighed and motioned for them all to sit down. Maybe because he actually believed Dawn or maybe because he figured if he cooperated, they’d all leave him alone sooner.

“This whole New Alderly initiative, it's a fraud. It was supposed to be a way to get the country to invest more money back into itself. That be the case, the money should actually stay in Alderly.”

Dawn took out a tiny notebook and a pen. He wasn’t going to fumble what might very well be his last chance of doing some actual investigative journalism.

“I owned a pub called Hog’s Head Inn for 45 years before we were shut down.”

“If local businesses like yours aren't getting a piece of the pie, then who is?” asked Dawn.

“Well, a new company, Meadowlark. They bought out many local businesses and there simply weren’t enough customers to stay afloat. They could afford lower prices.”

Meadowlark grabbed Dawn’s attention. It was the name he’d seen on Pince’s computer this very morning. This, however, was the first time he was hearing anything about a big corporation buying out local businesses.

“An Alderlian company?”

“Well, on paper, maybe. But them and another couple of companies formed at the start of the initiative. All a bit fishy, if you ask me.”

Dawn wrote down everything he thought relevant as fast as he could. Aberforth eyed him and then asked: “What are you planning on doing anyway?”

“Getting to the bottom of this.” Dawn said determinedly. “Thank you for your help, Mr. Dumbledore. It's a good start.”

Aberforth nodded. “I never did like being called Mr. Dumbledore. Aberforth will do if you happen on these parts again, Your Highness.”

“Alright, Aberforth–,” Dawn started, when suddenly someone yelled across the room: “There he is! With the hat!”

“I think we got trouble,” said Rocky, standing up quickly.

“Dawn! Dawn Harvelle!”

“For cock’s sake,” Dawn swore and slipped his notebook back into his pocket.

The four of them retreated to the very back of the pub but paparazzies had already been alerted to their presence. Suddenly someone grabbed Dawn by the arm, and he jumped.

“Follow me,” said Evander of all people. “I know a way out.”

“What the hell?” asked Dawn.

“Or you can stay here and be picked clean by the vultures,” Evander said urgently.

“What… You tipped these people off, didn't you?”

“If I tipped them off,” Evander demanded. “Why would I be trying to help you escape? Let's go.”

“I don’t see any other way out of here,” said Tess.

“Fine,” Dawn relented, and they all followed Evander out from a side exit.

Once outside and away from the earshot of any paparazzi, Dawn asked: “Did you follow us here?”

“We're fighting on the same side here,” said Evander.

“I don't know what angle you're playing, but I know you're playing one.”

“This is my car, come on,” he said, ignoring Dawn’s comment. It was tiny and old, and Dawn couldn’t place its model. All he could do was ask: “What happened to the Lamborghini?”

“It was a Ferrari and I told you I had to sell it,” Evander said. “Now get in unless you want those people to catch up with us.”

They filed in, Dawn stubbornly in the back while Tess took the front seat. He didn’t appreciate having to be rescued by Evander.

“Thank you,” said Tess.

“Why on Earth did you think it was a good idea to go snooping to town?” Evander asked and he was clearly talking to Tess, made more evident when he added: “Dawn’s the most famous person in the country right now.”

“In my defence,” said Rocky from the right side of Dawn. “I didn’t think it was a good idea.”

“We wanted to help,” said Tess. “And I think we might have found something worthwhile.”

“Not much on Meadowlark Enterprises…” Dawn said later back at the palace. He’d pulled out his laptop and was trying to find out any information he could about the mysterious company. “Just a public web site with no physical address. It's like someone's scrubbed the records. There's no footprint.”

“Is that the best you can do?” asked Evander.

“Remind me again why you're here?”

“I rescued your asses from the paparazzi,” said Evander. “And I know more about the economic situation than you.”

“Really?” asked Dawn. “Here I thought you were just a waste of space.”

“You have such a way with words,” said Evander.

“Well, I am a writer.”

Rocky drew Dawn’s attention back to the computer screen.

“Hey, check that out,” he said. “Looks like Meadowlark is getting the lion's share of the contracts with these two other firms: Geller Inc., and Houghton Alexis.”

“Those must be the others that Aberforth was talking about,” Dawn mused, examining the screen.

“Do you know anything about those companies?” Tess asked Evander who looked slightly surprised at being asked a direct question.

“No, but I do know that any company involved in public works projects has to register their financial information with the Hall of Records database.”

“How do we get in there?” asked Dawn.

“You're the one with the King for a fiancé,” said Evander.

“I don't want to ask Quincey about this. Not unless I really have to.”

“Why not?” asked Evander, smugly. “Do I detect trouble in paradise?”

“Wipe that stupid look off your face,” said Dawn.

“Guys,” said Pandora. “Can we stay on subject.”

“Right,” continued Evander. “We could break into the Hall of Records. Or kidnap the records keeper, toss him in a dungeon, and hope he gives up the passcode.”

This solicited a few chuckles from everyone around the table but Dawn.

“Or we could hack it,” said someone by the door. Olympia walked in; arms crossed.

“How long have you been out there?” asked Dawn.

“Long enough to get the gist,” Olympia replied. “Chances are Alderly's public firewalls aren't exactly state of the art.”

“Are you saying you could do it?” asked Dawn.

“No, she’s not,” said Evander, looking at Olympia in equal parts surprise and suspicion. “Remember how I said I went to Oxford for Economics?”

“Vaguely.”

“I minored in computer science.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” asked Dawn.

“No, he isn’t,” said Olympia. She didn’t seem at all happy about having spoken this idea out loud but if there was a chance they could get to the bottom of things this way then Dawn had to admit that it wasn’t entirely bad.

“If I can create a network interface that catches the traffic to the legitimate server, I can backdoor the access.”

Everyone looked at Evander like he’d just spoken a completely different language.

“An interfacing server-traffic-catcher,” he said. “Never heard of it?”

“Of course,” said Dawn, sarcastically. “So obvious.”

“Do you think you can crack this?” Tess asked Evander.

“Yes, but it's going take some time,” he said as Dawn handed his laptop to him. “Perhaps all night.”

“No problem,” said Pandora and then turned to Rocky. “Are you thinking what I'm thinking?”

“Bachelor party?” asked Rocky.

“No,” said Dawn.

“I would appreciate it if you let me work in peace so by all means, go have your little party,” said Evander.

“I do not feel comfortable leaving him alone with this,” said Dawn. “He has my computer, after all.”

“I’ll keep an eye on him,” said Tess. Dawn squinted his eyes at her. He wasn’t sure why Tess was suddenly so nice about Evander.

“Alright, fine, but no partying” he said. At least he knew he could trust Tess.

Olympia led Dawn, Rocky, and Pandora upstairs.

“Alright,” said Olympia. “The coast is clear. Now.”

“Where exactly are we going?” asked Dawn.

The princess reached a door and tried the handle. It was locked, so she produced a key from her cardigan pocket. “Since we’re not throwing a party, we might as well do something fun.”

Olympia let them in. It was a standard palace bedroom and Dawn couldn’t immediately tell to whom it belonged.

“Olympia, whose room is this?” he asked and then noticed a framed photograph of Evander on one of the nightstands. Had they entered the lair of some secret Evander fan-club or did this man seriously have his own picture on his nightstand?

“Evie’s, of course,” said Olympia as innocently as she could muster.

Dawn walked over to the bed and picked up the picture frame. “I would’ve guessed his mother.”

Olympia chuckled and began to search around the room for something.

“What are we looking for?” asked Pandora.

“I happen to know that Evander has a collection of quality sheet masks somewhere in here,” Olympia explained, opening drawers and cabinets. “We’re going to… borrow a few.”

“Sheet masks?” asked Rocky, as if he hadn’t heard Olympia correctly.

“Yes!” the princess said. “It’ll be fun, trust me!”

Dawn got to looking and soon enough discovered a stash in one of the drawers of Evander’s closet. “Oh, wow, these are like… posh posh.”

“I know right,” said Olympia. “Everyone, take your pick.”

Pandora and Olympia chose masks for themselves, but Dawn was still stuck on the price tag.

“He had to sell his car but he’s still sticking to these…”

“Priorities,” muttered Pandora and examined her mask’s package.

“He does have a very soft-looking skin,” said Rocky, grabbing one for himself.

“That’s so true,” Pandora said.

“Is there anything else we could nick?” asked Dawn. He was definitely interested in mildly inconveniencing Evander in any way he could.

“I mean,” started Pandora. She looked around the room. “He’s basically poor, now, right?”

“He’s still a count,” said Olympia. “He might be exaggerating his struggles a little.”

“His car did truly suck, though.”

Rocky cleared his throat. “He is currently trying to help the country… Maybe. Just a friendly reminder.”

“Let’s just grab the masks and go,” suggested Pandora.

Olympia looked at Dawn. “Hmm, what do you think? Has Evie deserved our mercy?”

“Well, with a quick glance we didn’t find anything particularly evil…” Dawn said.

“Yeah, alright,” said Olympia. “Masks it is.”

“Actually,” said Dawn, still holding Evander’s picture. “I’m taking this. It’s a good Christmas present for Quincey.”

Olympia laughed. “I’m sure he’ll love it.”

“I’ll place it in our bedroom… His bedroom…? Do we have to sleep in separate bedrooms?”

“Not once you’re married,” said Olympia. “Propriety rules, and all.”

“In The Crown they have separate rooms,” said Rocky.

“They used to have those here too,” said Olympia. “And I’m sure you could get one if you wanted to.”

“Do you think he wants that…?” asked Dawn, carefully.

Olympia looked at him quizzically. “Quincey? I very much doubt it.”

Dawn shrugged. Quincey was always so busy that Dawn thought he might’ve even wanted some privacy.

“Let’s go, then,” said Olympia. They all filed out of the room, stolen masks in hand. Dawn felt a bit good about it, even though he was well aware of the good works Evander was currently performing.

They went to Dawn’s bridal suite and put the masks on. Olympia also insisted upon mani-pedis, so that’s what they did. She had some glühwein brought up and they passed a pleasant evening. Rocky was very much looking forward to waking up with the world’s softest skin the next morning and Dawn didn’t think about his wedding drama all that much. But this, much like a lot of things in Alderly, wasn’t the night Dawn would have planned for himself, and if it had been Jimmy, Maxim, Rocky, and him, the night would have gone very differently. Probably something along the lines of beer-pong. However, all things considered; it was still pretty fun.

Dawn was woken up way too early by someone calling his name.

“Mr. Harvelle. Mr. Harvelle!”

“Rosa, go away…”

“I am not Rosa,” said the distinct voice of Miss Pince. “Now, get up, get dressed, and follow me to my office.”

Dawn sat up. Pince’s face did not promise good news. She left the room so Dawn could get dressed in peace but was waiting right outside the door. When they arrived at the office, Quincey was already there, looking slightly dishevelled. Pince had probably woken him up, too.

“Quince?”

“Dawn, what are you doing here?”

“I have no idea,” admitted Dawn “You don't know?”

“Not a clue. Miss Pince asked me here…”

“Your Majesty, thank you for coming,” said Pince and took a seat.

“What can we do for you?” Quincey asked. Dawn was starting to feel like his actions from last night were going to come back to bite him in the arse.

“I hate to be the bearer of bad news,” said Pince and opened her computer so Quincey and Dawn could see the article displayed on it. “But we have been hit by a rather severe public relations snafu. This is exactly what we don't want.”

It was a front-page article proclaiming: The Prince Consort goes barhopping! Complete with several pictures taken at The Three Broomsticks.

“That's Dawn's bachelor party,” said Quincey but then he stopped and looked at the pictures more closely. “Is that Evander?” His tone was more that of surprise than disapproval though. Still, Pince didn’t look happy.

Dawn cleared his throat, he had better tell the truth than let Quiney think Dawn had invited Evander to his party. “It wasn't a party, we were investigating.”

“Investigating?” asked Quincey.

“Investigating what?” Miss Pince echoed the king.

“The discrepancies in the royal finances.”

“Excuse me?” asked Pince.

“What?” said Quincey.

Pince took a deep breath and said, more to Quincey than to Dawn: “I'm afraid that Mr. Harvelle does not understand his role within the royal family.”

Dawn, pissed off that he was spoken of as if he was a child or not in the room, said: “Oh, no, I get it. I'm supposed to smile, and nod, and do as I'm told. I understand, I just... I don't agree.”

“Well, I suggest that you cease from any further investigation and any activity pertaining to your blog immediately.”

“No way,” said Dawn.

“Your Majesty?” Pince implored.

“I…” Quincey started. “Look, Dawn, I think Miss Pince might be right about this. The approval ratings for the royal family are in the gutter and I–,”

“Really, Quincey?”

He couldn’t even say that he was surprised by Quincey not taking his side and that was probably the most disappointing thing about the entire situation.

“Just for a while.”

Dawn got up from his seat. He’d had enough of this entire bloody farce. He was beginning to think that maybe he wasn’t really cut out for this role and that maybe he had fucked up when he agreed to it in the first place. He stormed out of the room and could hear Quincey calling after him and Pince saying: “Sir! Give him some space. Let him calm down. And meanwhile, The Queen Mother has sent some notes for tonight's speech…”

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#not a single thought has occured in my brain throughout writing this entire thing i promise u that #fic: the royal wedding #a christmas prince au #dawn harvelle #dawncey #the plot thickens #quincey has been kind of girlfailing in this one #but we'll get a chapter from his pov so maybe he can justify his actions himself (or not we'll see)#*my writing #quincey alderly

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mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune · 4 months ago

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Crossover-Ship: From Adammon To SariMay (2024)

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[Note: make sure to click on the drawing to make it bigger to better view it.

and I will be using this for a Cover for a future chapter of "Falling For The Angel In Disguise" over at Quotev, the story might not be perfect and there may be some bad grammar and I don't mind if it only has a few people reading it at the moment, also while I will have the drawing both here and for a future chapter,

Please Don't Reblog this without my permission...]

Credit for Transformers goes to Hasbro & Takara

Credit for Transformers Animated goes to Sam Register & Matt Youngberg

Credit for Hazbin Hotel & Helluva Boss goes to Vivienne “Vivziepop” Medrano

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I was trying to get this posted some hours ago, and I wrote a lot at the bottom of the drawing, but then some stuff started to happen again and I tried to wait patiently but it was taking too freaking long...

so I had no other choice but to do what I had to so it could go back to normal...I mean it pretty much sucked...

also the flags in this drawing next to the Crossover Ships,

is a mix of Canon and Fanon, and even if it isn't canon I'm going to have Alastor be Transgender in the Crossover story where Sari is a Main Character and she is 23 years old but will have her 24th birthday in a future chapter...

also I will be posting a drawing of her younger self that has to do with a scene in one of the chapters that takes place in a type of flashback and memory, and I gave Sari a Grandmother in that Crossover story,

who is like muscular, and yeah I will post the drawing about it in a little bit, but what is being said by the characters in the drawing doesn't 100% match what happens in the chapter that the flashback memory takes place...

I was becoming so fed-up with having to wait for this to go back to normal, but at least it didn't log me off when I had to just fix it...

I know that I did talk about some stuff, one of them being about how I got curious about that book about that prophecy stuff that has to do with Trump that one of my family owns...

I didn't read all of it, just skip some parts to see something...

which of course it makes me think there is a possible "Holy Beast" now that is like the opposite of "The Beast" and it makes me think of the whole "She's a Beast" and "I Call Her Karma"...

which was one of the things I was talking about in the original before the computer started to act a bit stupid on me...

so yeah, I was referencing Katy Perry's "Dark Horse"...

and yes, there is a reason why Alastor and Shockwave's heart they are in is a purple color...

and yes I'm going to view Mammon as Panromantic-Ace, it was still a surprise to me and probably everyone else that the Green-Goober is Ace...and even before that was shown in that awesome drawing, that shows that he is Ace in the canon...

I had thoughts of wanting to call dibs on Mammon, and even if the one from our universe did turn out to be dibs too....

I'm still calling dibs on his sorry excuse of a Apple Sugar Spice.

not in the same way that Millie owns Moxxie's Apple Sugar Spice.

but I want to call dibs kicking Mammon's Apple Sugar Spice...

because if he is involve in amplifying humans own greed to a not so good level, well that is one of the reason I want to call dibs on him...

and yeah I am talking about the Mammon from this universe,

but if the one from Helluva Boss and the one from ours were one in the same...still gonna call dibs.

this Weird Earth Angel Princess who calls herself "The Eveningstar Princess" who by the way, only calls herself that because of the whole weird thing with Mom not getting Morning Sickness with me, because she only got the Evening Sickness...

so I'm still calling dibs on that Apple Sugar Spice Honey Of Liquid Egg...there is a reason why the tags for this is "Mature Audiences Only" but it will not be place in that certain thing that has to do with the Content Labels.

and yeah a part of me wonders if Archangel Michael could be my Dad, but like you know in soul genetic way, but then I remind myself that he isn't and I have to keep reminding myself that...

it is just a very weird coincidence that one of the Archangels shares a name with my Human Dad...

and yeah I know I'm weird about the whole thought about wanting to call dibs on Mammon...

betcha Grandpa King Solomon didn't see that coming...

like picture him being against it.

King Solomon: Sweetie, you can't call dibs on The Embodiment Of Greed...

Me: Yes...

King Solomon: No...

Me: he is a suspect in amplifying greed from a healthy level to a toxic unhealthy level...so, I will have to call dibs on him....so I may slap him.

King Solomon:....you can't call dibs on him.

Me: I call double triple dibs!

anyway I know it's weird, but while some stuff in the human that has to do with Pride, Gluttony, Envy, Wrath, Lust, Sloth and Greed can either be dormant or only coming out a little bit in a healthy way, like just like their counterparts, I mean there can a good and bad way to be generous and charitable and it might be a good idea to make sure to do it in the right reason and not let it go into the same zone that greed is at the moment...

yeah even if it is just thoughts, I would still want to call dibs on him so I can slap him...

I mean even if I never got into a physical fight before, and it's like one of those thoughts you wish you could do but you know you might not be able to...

but I am tired of some Eon-Boomers Sugar Honey Ice Tea,

and one of them needs to seriously stop being a Apple Sugar Spice Honey Of Liquid Egg, and dial the sin back some and stop amplifying, of course I'm going to suspect him.

and well that book that got me curious, might of just proved it...

and once again, I was only curious and I skip most stuff in that book...

though it might prove that the Earthly-Mother and The Divine Feminine needs to get stronger...

but yeah, that book did make me theorized that besides the whole "The Beast" there could possibly be a "Girl Type Beast"...

which is why it makes me think of that song Dark Horse by Katy Perry.

reasons why I believe the Other Beast is a Girl, is because the whole pronouns "her" was used when talking about this other beast...

and for all we know, the "true love" mention could be talking about Earthly-Mother, possibly but not everyone has to agree with me on that...I know my family is like on different sides when it comes to Trump, and I rather just be neutral...

but there can be different levels of those who are for and not for him, and there is some lines that both sides would NEVER cross...

we know that Alastor is a Mama's Boy, and well in the Fanon Timeline of Hazbin Hotel where The Earthly-Mother Exist, Lucifer would be a Mama's Boy as well...

you can't deny it, I mean if some fans can theorize that Michael is going to look like him but be taller than him even if so far he and Lucifer's siblings only show up in Fanon work...

and even the Fanon version of the Heavenly-Father...

then the Mrs. should be a part of some part of the Fanon, even if it isn't all of the Fanon...but I like the idea of the Fanon version that is from Hazbin Hotel AU Timelines, treating Lucifer like he is still a little angel and spoiling him with motherly love, but also is the strict mother who knows when it give him a time-out.

it be funny if Adam had no idea about the Earthly-Mother, and be shocked to find out...

I can't really hate Adam from Hazbin Hotel, I mean yeah he is a jerk but is it weird I'm kind of starting to view him as a Tsundere, maybe not a full Tsundere but maybe it's just me.

and yeah I still lost some form of respect for Adam's first wife, you know from our universe...reasons being, that she could of went back to where Adam was at any freaking time, even after she recovered after she gave birth to her and Adam's human children in a cave.

she didn't even have to go back to Adam, for him, but for their older children, but she didn't...and I think there has been a misinterpretation this whole time and she wasn't having demon offspring in that cave, she was having her and Adam's new offspring, and she was possibly pregnant when they had that fight and she left, and she possibly was either having Twins, Triplets, Quadruplets, Quintuplets, Sixtuplets, Septuplets, Octuplets and or Nonuplets...

one of Lilith's daughters, likely met and fell in love with Cain, and at some point their descendant met and fell in love with Seth's descendant, and thus the Evalith Bloodline was formed...

Evalith being like a mix of both Eve and Lilith...

both Cain and Seth are my Grandpa Ancestors, so yeah...

if one of Lilith and Adam's children did survive, besides the possible ones that were likely either twins or triplets or maybe Nonuplets.

one of the eldest ones that escape those three angels, could of went to where Lilith was and ending up helping with carrying for her much younger siblings, who could of very well been all girls for all we know.

and when Lilith left once again, this time abandoning both her eldest daughter and new offspring, it was left on the eldest to take care of her younger siblings as if they were her own, so yeah in theory this possible eldest daughter that survive from what those three angels were doing, would not just be the older sister but also adoptive mother...and possibly the adoptive mother-in-law (but still half-sister) to Cain later in in the far future during that time.

not everyone has to agree about it, but I just think it could be possible.

and I can't help but wonder if while time does run differently in Hell in possibly both Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss...

the "7 years" could be "7 decades", but time could either match or move much slower or faster between Hell and Earth, but the time differences could still match with both Heaven and Hell...

plus I can't help but wonder if Charlie was 13 years old when her Mom up and left, which would be in Hell years...

which would mean that Charlie may have ended up living alone without her father knowing about it, with just herself, Razzle, Dazzle and KeeKee by her side until years later when she became close to her 20s and she met Vaggie.

I'm not 100% sure if that theory is correct, but anyway in this drawing that shows Megatron x Carmilla, I do plan to have them end up together in that crossover story where Adult-Sari is the main character, and her younger self only shows up in flashback type memories.

and yes, I decided that Blackarachnia in the Crossover, which I'm going to work on a plot twist that has to do with her...

but anyway, in that crossover story, she will be a Lesbian.

and I will have her ship with Verosika, and their ship name will be Verosikararachnia.

we know that TFA-Blackarachnia does flirt and tease Mechs, but she likely never truly showed a true interest in them, even if she did seem to have feelings for Optimus, and there seem to be a Love Triangle between Her, Optimus and Sentinel...and Grimlock....which is either more of a Love Square maybe...?

I think BW-Blackarachnia is Bi though, but we could view that she has been in the closet for years and stellar-cycles but now she is out of the closet.

also some Aces do have that well, intimate snu-snu time with their partners...I mean I still have my V-Card and some people need to understand that being Ace and the whole Celibacy thing Ain't the freaking same thing...

my panic attack that happen in 2015 is separate from my being Ace, and yeah I think I'm doing better now from that time, and I was able to keep it under better control and didn't end up with a full panic attack like I had in the car when I bump my head when inside during that time...and the reasons why I had that panic attack, was possibly because of the two phobias, one of them being Semi-Androphbia.

like I don't think I have the full version of it, and it is just the semi type...

and I think it is a good thing I view myself as "Gray-Aroace" but I can view my other romantic, being like not just Fictoromantic but also Heteroromantic as Micro, like I know I had crushes before and I still can get them...but I also had bad luck with online boyfriends and I have no interest in trying that again anytime soon...plus for all I know the reason I fell for them could of been because of the energy I may have been absorbing, which I'm glad that I started to wear my gem bracelets for the multi-purposes I have them for.

and yeah some might think it isn't possible, but I might not be the only one who can be both Gray-Aroace and be Fictoromantic...

and well I do have a drawing that I want to post that has to do with Aces, I will post it up in a little bit...

and anyway I'm going to have Mammon be Panromantic-Ace in the Crossover stories I'm working on, I was not really expecting him to be Asexual, it was a surprise for me and possibly other fans of Helluva Boss and Hazbin Hotel...

it's nice to find out that Octavia is Ace as well, which might make those who had wrote her being Ace in Fanfics, happy that they and others ended up accidentally predicting the canon.

like Kris eating all the pie, which is reveal in Chapter 2 in Deltarune.

which I still think they had broke into the library first and went into the computer room and open up a Dark Fountain before they went back home and ate all the pie...

there is possibly a few events in Chapter 2 of Deltarune, that was accidentally predicted by fans, and some of which are in Fanon Timelines of Deltarune AUs.

when I do play Undertale and Deltarune, I'm going to view Chara as being a Nonbinary-Girl who goes by She/They Pronouns, and their Full name is Charlotte, and their name Chara is pronounced a bit like Charlie's nickname "Char-Char" but with just "Char" and then a "Ah"...

the name Chara is linked with the name Charlotte, and while the name Chara can be linked to the whole "Character" thing, it doesn't mean it will always sound the same...

so while some can say their name like "Kara" some might choose to call them "Chara" like "Char-Char"...

Kris is Nonbinary who goes by They/Them, so in the canon they aren't a Enboy or Enbirl...but it is nice to know they are nonbinary in the canon. :)

Frisk can either be a Enby, Enbirl or Enboy in any timeline in the fanon of the Undertale AUs.

I'm not 100% sure about my theory about Charlie from Hazbin Hotel, being a Nonbinary-Woman will prove to be canon or not.

I am still gonna make sure to remind myself that Archangel Michael is NOT my Dad, even if the thoughts of that possibility might pop in my head maybe every once in a while...

it is just a very VERY weird coincidence that my Mom only got Evening Sickness with me...plus I was a weird baby even before she was going to have me, and even after she had me.

I think I will see about asking if we can finally check my blood type again, we been putting it off for way too long, and I rather hurry up and get it over with and see it come out "O RH D Negative" again for a third time...I'm still going to make sure to close my eyes when it happens...because of the stuff I mention before when the last few tries ended up making me feel not so good...

and yeah my calling myself "The Eveningstar Princess" because of the whole weirdness with my Mom getting Evening Sickness with me, and the whole half of my ancestors being of royal blood, and the whole Cain being one the ancestors...was part of the reason for the self-nickname...

but how was I suppose to know that one of the titles that Michael was being called was not just "Morning Star" like Lucifer, but also The "Evening Star"...and some fans, including myself after I found this info out, have been starting to call the Fanon version of Michael of the Hazbin Hotel Universe, as "Michael Eveningstar"...

and how was I suppose to know he the one from our universe, was already being called "The Eveningstar", I didn't know and I had called myself "The Eveningstar Princess" before I found that out...

it is just really freaky and just a very VERY weird coincidence...

I think later I will watch episodes of Steven Universe and the movie, as well as the episodes of Steven Universe Future.

anyway I'm going to hurry up and post this and get the other drawings I did before also ready to be posted...so yeah, I drew this drawing on June of 2024 and I'm now finally posting it this July of 2024...hope some like this drawing, and understand only half of the characters have both the canon and fanon flags right next to them.

#do not reblog without permission #mature audiences only #not for kids #crossover fanart #verosika mayday #blackarachnia tfa #alastor hazbin hotel #shockwave tfa #megatron tfa #carmilla carmine hazbin hotel #adam hazbin hotel #mammon helluva boss #sari sumdac #sallie may helluva boss #asmodeus helluva boss #fizzarolli helluva boss #june 2024 #july 2024

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fancifulflora · 2 years ago

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might i request,,,,, 'lazy kisses in the morning, that starts with a grunt as they pull you closer to them as you try to get up and lazily placing kisses all over face and ends with a hoarse whisper from them asking you to stay. '

with my wife DELAL ❗

tysm. u r the atoc fandom's blessing

sadjlask I very much appreciate the compliment, hopefully, I can continue to write for atoc! I just need to keep my hyper-fixation alive with content

okay post writing this i am here to tell you that D isn't being very lazy with their kisses for most of this- apologies and be warned

Most of the time, the weather was pretty amiable in Arsur. It was especially pleasant in Zeratun, where winters just like this one were cool and brought about rain throughout the region.

Unfortunately, the scent of petrichor enveloping the city had a lulling, almost pacifying effect on its citizens.

Crown of Arsur included.

The song of rain dancing upon the stones of your balcony stirred you from your sleep, golden eyes still weary from slumber. Using an elbow as leverage, you tried getting up only to be pulled back by the muscular, bandaged arms locked around your waist.

A low grunt pressed itself against the back of your neck, Delal's lashes tickling the back of your shoulder.

"Good morning, beloved," You greet, voice still a little hoarse from sleep. "Did I wake you?"

A small, silent nod from the general against your skin. "It's far too early, your imperial majesty."

Though the stormy sky made telling the time harder, the faint light on the horizon meant that it would still be a while before the two of you had to get up for the day.

Giving Delal's arms a couple pats got her to relinquish her grip on you, her loosened hold allowing you to turn around and face her.

Bandages were still wrapped around her shoulder, where a sharp blade had pierced but a few days ago.

A blade she had taken for you.

You tentatively hold your hand out, golden eyes searching for permission. She watches in bemusement at the look you give her, her sleepy gaze laced with adoration, nodding and fully releasing you so you might have better access to her wound.

Brushing your featherlight touch across her bandages- as if one wrong move could shatter her completely, you're surprised to see that there's not an ounce of tension in her muscles, no hesitation to be found in her body language.

Just a quiet stillness against the patter of rain, a wordless show of unbridled trust.

Trust she had for you.

"Does it hurt?" You ask, a thin veil laid over your voice in order to mask your concerns from Delal, the look she gave you in return clearly seeing through the act.

The stare made you feel bare before her, unearthed in the best way possible.

"No," she mutters, pressing a chaste kiss on your brow- a small attempt to reassure you that she was alright. "Not in the slightest, I assure you."

You let out a small sigh of relief, leaning against Delal's chest and taking in the steady drum against your ear.

"I just worry for you."

The general's laugh is a welcome one, grounding and rich, just like the familiar scent of amber taming your own beating heart.

"I could say the same for you, your majesty." Delal paused, the humor dying on her lips as she appeared distant for a long moment, something on her mind most likely.

"Delal?"

She looks down at you, a mix of emotions on their face- of which a handful you could identify.

She was apprehensive about something, first and foremost.

There was also a small, all too familiar pain written on her expression, however, more importantly- her face held the slightest hint of need.

A selfish desire burned her heart, charring her from the inside out.

"May I request something of you, my love?" The question was sudden- quiet, but you found yourself in no position to deny her.

"Of course," you promise, cupping the side of their face with care- thumb moving along her cheekbone. "Anything."

Delal leaned in slowly, pressing her forehead against yours but making no move to go any further, allowing a long moment for you to pull back- to say no if you wish.

But you still yourself, your expectant look bringing forth an eruption of red across the general's face- crimson blossoming up their neck to the tips of their ears, the heat easing onto their features.

And then they lean in.

Her kiss was devastating, enveloping.

It was the kiss of a soldier who had seen a hundred battles, a soldier who had witnessed comrade after comrade fall.

A kiss from someone who knew her own days were numbered as well, with each fight she'd enter knowing full well that there was a real chance she wouldn't make it out the other end.

A general that had nearly lost her Crown.

Delal needed to make sure her love was okay.

That you were okay.

"Stay by my side, if just for the morning." The general pulls away, lowering your hand from her face. Allowing the tension in the air to fill your lungs instead, her dark eyes boring into yours.

"Is that all?" With a small exhale, your body slowly recovers from her affections.

Delal gives a solemn nod, "I wouldn't dare ask for more."

You know she doesn't ask this lightly of you. As little as the request itself is. There was no one more dedicated to her job, to her country- no one more bound to their duty than your love.

"The general of my army is currently on leave for rest," you hum, watching the tension disappear from Delal upon hearing your light tone. "It would be wise of me to spend the day ensuring her condition remains stable."

No one would dare deny the Crown a day's rest anyhow- especially in light of an assassination attempt.

The general leaned in, pressing a much lighter kiss to your cheek. "If you are certain, beloved."

"You speak as if you ask the very world from me," you joke, biting back a small laugh as Delal leaves another kiss, this time on your jaw.

"I feel as though I am," She sighs in response, knowing better than most- the work the two of you would be leaving behind- the responsibilities left unattended.

Taking the initiative this time, you lean in to kiss her cheek- hoping to help keep her concern at bay.

"Would you rest easier if I order some servants to bring in our work for today?"

Delal, seeming pleased with the idea simply nods, giving your hand a gentle squeeze- brushing their lips against your knuckles.

"Yes, your imperial majesty- I thank you for your consideration."

She hugs you close, Delal finding comfort with the fact that you're the safest you'll ever be in her arms.

And you, finding comfort in knowing that the one you love most will recover well- living on to fight another day.

#A Tale of Crowns #dara/delal #Fluff #SFW #Drabble #doing my research for this one took some time but the crown stays in Zeratun instead of Rushem for this winter #its mainly bc of the assassination attempt tho #also i could find little to no info on Rushem so... had to make smth up #D kisses like every kiss will be their last and I love them for it #id like to think the two of you just spend the day in bed #wrapped in each others arms- working on your individual assignments #the lazy kisses are more offscreen than intended kajshdk #atoc

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threadsun · 1 year ago

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Since we’re already clowning around why not throw another one into the mix? Jack actually has another job that I forgot to mention in the jobs post, that being an actual teacher. He only teaches elementary school but he’s also a counselor for the higher grades. Now, into the backstory, because despite what Mr. Sunny Day would like you to think he does have a rather cloudy past

Jack and his sister Jane grew up on the streets, literally. Their folks never wanted kids so once they were both old enough to walk they were shoved out of the house and told they couldn’t come back until dark. This kept up until the pair were in middle school when they saw the brightest thing in their whole grimy town, a big top. They both agreed that even if the ticket prices were high the food smelled so good they had to at least check it out. It turned out you only needed to show your food recite to get in so they figured why not? It was a better way to waste an afternoon than they were used to

The two fell in love with the circus almost instantly. The colors, the lights, the sounds, the smells, the clowns! Everything was just better here, so much so that they decided to stick around after the show. They were both pretty good at sneaking around at this point, their hotdogs already bought with pickpocketed money, what’s a little loitering compared to that? While snooping around they found Mama Rise and Papa Shine talking about how it just wasn’t working. Not them of course, they were madly in love, the only thing in the way of their happily ever after was the fact that Mama Rise couldn’t have kids of her own

Unfortunately for the little eavesdroppers, Jane pushed a little too hard trying to hear them better and she and Jack fell flat into the little break room they were in. The two apologized profusely but when asked why they were still there Jack panicked “We’re orphans” It was a bald-faced lie but the way the couple's faces softened made him hesitate to try and correct it. Jane bounced off of his story, telling them they just didn’t want to go back to roaming the street yet, and if they could maybe stay a while longer? Rise and Shine gave each other a look before offering the two to stay every night

Joining the circus isn’t all fun and games though. Something I didn’t mention in Rory’s backstory was that every clown who decides to stay in the circus must get their face paint pattern tattooed onto their face. Both Jack and Jane did it without hesitation. After that whole ordeal, and some hair dye, Sunny Day Jack and Dasiy Chain Jane were ready for business, funny business even. A few months go by before they find Rory but what a find he was. Jack was bouncing on his heels as he told his Mama and Papa about how messed up this new guy’s head was and how much he wanted to keep him, please

Where Rory thought his position in the circus was up in the air Jack knew the moment he saw him he wasn’t letting go, and after he saw how desperate he was to win his praise? Oh, Jack knew he was the one. He just thought Rory was so cute, so vulnerable, so easy to bring to his side with a kiss and a few nice words. He faked asking his folks for permission, he already got it weeks ago, he was just burning the few photos of his family Rory’s dad put in his backpack before returning with the “good news”

After Rory a year or two passed before they welcomed Sue into the circus, Dan coming in just a month or two after that. Rise and Shine loved their family of broken kids, but enough was enough, the cops were hot on their tails after so many child abductions so they packed up shop and moved back to town. Their house was pretty small but had enough space for all of them, and Jack even got his own room for him and his little plaything. Don’t get me wrong, Jack loves Rory, but he also loves how easy it is to shape his heart

While the town isn’t fond of newcomers Jack had no problem winning the hearts of everyone he met, even Jean had to give the guy some credit. As they grew up they all found jobs that suited them, Jane set up a little joke shop, Sue started doing those read-along activities for kids at the library, Rory took up shop with Berry and Jean to sell his baked goods, Dan became a fitness instructor, and Jack started teaching. Jack got the offer of the big screen when Shaun happened to see Jack dishing out some great advice to a kid and said to himself “Yeah, I’d have been a better person if I’d heard that” after talking it out with his friends he agreed, and the Cloudy Town Crew Show began production!

Oh my dear lord these just keep getting longer, sorry ^^;

Ooooooh I'm absolutely vibrating at the dynamic between Rory and Jack!!!!!! I love that manipulative bastard sooooooo much what an awful man 🥰

#sunshine #cult town au #rise and shine just stealing kids is so funny too #good for them!!

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beating-beetle-heart · 2 years ago

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X Reader Writing Practice

I’m here with another robot x reader. This one is for my friend, they commissioned it and gave me permission to post it. It’s a very personal issue for them, and maybe for some of you as well. It deals with self-image and dermatillomania.

Female reader, male bot.

Set in a loose college system

The day was young. That's what people say, Y/N mused.

The day was young.

Everything around her felt old.

University has a way of doing that. It wasn't a bad start to a day. It was sunny, and it was young. Her dorm gave her a nice view, and everyone outside was young, too, including herself. Fresh twenty, the kind of age where people say you look your best, the best you'll ever be, and your beauty is at its peak. Your body is at its peak. For Y/N, she'd been waiting for her twenties her whole life. Now, half a year ago, it showed up just as planned, only the plan ended there. The day after she'd turned twenty, Y/N had done what she'd been trying to break since the middle of her high school life.

Y/N had reached a hand up till her fingers found skin on cheeks and chin, then those fingers searched, exploring for any bump, rough patch or mark. And then those fingers had begun to itch, and did not stop. So there she was after her twentieth birthday, numb and unaware to what she was doing till the skin was peeled off and the gentlest of washing felt like rivers of lava punishing her for her illness. She woke the next morning with red patches surrounding her face, and, by miracle, she had no classes and no plans while her roommates did, so she stayed in all day. She saw her features in the mirror and sighed, and went to make breakfast. Oatmeal, oatmeal raisin cookies, eaten in pajamas, washed down with sweet tea.

Half a year later, Y/N woke up, and as she'd thought an hour before, the day was still young. With nothing going on, accompanied by precious time alone (the most difficult thing to find she'd discovered since moving into a dorm), Y/N began scrolling through her phone. Brilliant sun shone through the open windows. The beams bounced off a flickering, glittering thing on the corner of a desk. Y/N glanced over and squinted. It was the dress of her roommate Monique. The sight clutched up an old memory of Monique shoving armfuls of clothes into different places as Y/N entered the room. Monique looked up, a mad sparkle in her eyes, and vehemently declared "I'm making a give-away pile for my clothes! I have so many after all, I hardly use some of them," and at that, the mad sparkle twinkled down to allow the shimmer of sadness to push through, but Monique was not deterred in her task. "Here, you can look through it if you want," she declared. Y/N had politely declined. Most of Monique's stuff was dresses, short and sleeveless, but Y/N had never worn a dress in her life. It would be odd to start now she'd thought, but she was alone in the dorm, and new things weren't looking so bad. Not when others can't see you trying them anyway.

Y/N searched for Monique's number. She shot a simple text, to the point. Monique quickly responded with a wave and a smile, ecstatic in emojis as well as voice. With that, Y/N loped over to the pile of clothes and ran her hand along one of the dresses. The material was rough, and when she held it up it was full of what she assumed to be stylish wrinkles. Y/N slung it onto her arm and walked to the bathroom. Her pajamas dropped to the floor and she studied looked over her body in the mirror. It wasn't a bad body. It was small-breasted, but had a good ass and was slimmer-framed. It had a substantial amount of armpit and leg hair because shaving, and general care, was often just too much for her tired soul to bother doing. She showered and made sure not to smell, but the little things along the way was too taxing most nights. Her hips, thighs and knees were covered in stretch marks. She traced over their textured dips, marveling at their change of color depending on the angle. Years ago she would have watched in shame, as her skin did what was normal in bodies but distasteful to the eyes. Now, she smiles at their appearance. She held up the dress, turning it around to see its back, then promptly struggled for several minutes trying to get it on. It was strapless and short, barely covering the end of her butt, and a ruffle ran down the left side of its front. It clung to her curves, but the lack of straps or hold above left her feeling like it would slip down any minute. Y/N had to admit, though, that it looked quite nice on her. She turned, analyzing her different angles. Y/N figured she'd definitely have to finally shave if she wore it out, but that was unlikely. It wasn't as though she were going to parties every week, or at all honestly. She was more prone to chill clubs and city walkings, it was a lovely kind of community she'd gathered. She ran fingers through her long, silken hair. It fell around her shoulders, so darkly brown it was nearly black.

She slipped off the dress and went to grab another. The next had a large hoop on the front, right under the boobs, which strips of fabric hung on. The top was textured in glitter. As soon as she managed to get it on, however, she pried it off in hate. Whatever type it was -or maybe it was the hoop- did not work on her. The third one was the best so far. It was more a very fancy, slightly longer than average, tank top. A collar of fake gems spanned a pattern across the top. It was a favorite so far. The first one would be a favorite if it wasn't so itchy in places. The fancy tank top she felt like she could chill in her dorm with. Y/N retrieved her phone and held it up to the mirror, twisting, angling, vaguely hopeful. The series of pictures she took only proved her nicely-shaped body, but all of them except for two, managed to hide her face. Whether it be the camera hiding it, or only taking pictures from the neck down, either way. She clicked out of the camera and wavered over Monique's chat. Y/N picked through the photos with a slow, critical eye, her fingers tapping rappid-fire against the back of phone's case till she settled on a few -none of the face, none of the face- to send. She then moved to her partner's number. Her glorious, gorgeous, new, partner. They'd only been dating a mere four months or so. Not long at all for a relationship. Was it too new to send more...? They'd never had sex, and so far neither had sent any lewd photos. Y/N's fingers hovered over the camera icon while she moved into different positions with jerky movements. In the end she took no other photos, but rather ended up sending him one of the two photos that didn't hide her face, and one that did.

A message notification blipped up. It was Monique. They look so cute on you, where are u gon wear them?

Y/N responded Not sure, I don't think I have anywhere to wear them rlly

Why are u trying them on if u aren't gon use them

Y/N's hand reached up.

It was rather stupid to try them on, she realized. Y/N could feel her heart pick up the pace, could feel the down-turn of her face. She registered, vaguely, her nails scratching, her skin peeling. The simple joy of seeing yourself in a more special look sank, replaced quickly, quick as a trigger, by a deep thumping in her chest. Every thump gave waves of overlapping, overbearing, pain. Y/N wasn't going anywhere she could use this kind of clothing, she felt foolish for even bothering to try, even worse for thinking she'd just take some of the day to feel nice in new outfits. It was a childish attempt, and she hated herself for feeling like a child at its end. Another message blipped. Y/N glanced to the floor, barely registering it was her partner's name. Revve, with two dots above the v's, so that it looked like a smiley face. A jagged, cute pumpkin-ey smiley face. Y/N reads it from the notification rather than the app.

That dress looks very cute on you. Then, When did you get it?

Y/N's hand is finally brought down to type. It's monique's. They let me try it out! Her hand hovered over the screen. I'm glad u like it. I think it looks nice :D. Next, even though she wished to stop, I guess it was stupid to put it on huh, dresses aren't my thing.

Revve's side took a moment of silence, leaving Y/N the chance to start scraping again. She just couldn't stop no matter how badly she wanted.

I didn't think they were, you never showed any interest in dresses. Even so, I think they suit you. You look amazing. Do you know if you'd be comfortable wearing it in public?

Y/N snorts. Alone in a bathroom is one thing, but public a whole other that comes with anxiety, doubt and lack of privacy. I don't have anywhere to wear it, she responds. They went on dates sometimes, but wearing something more revealing could be an offer. She sighed, chest loosening. Revve wouldn't do that. He'd ask, but he wouldn't pressure, that's who she knows him as. Y/N sighed again, pinching the bridge of her nose. It wasn't sex itself Y/N was afraid of. She'd had that before, twice with a girl in her junior year of high school, but it had proved utterly disappointing. Granted, they were both virgins who didn't have a clue how to touch other's bodies. Still, it had left her with an utter lack of care towards sex, and she felt not the need to seek it till a Robotic had offered when she was a freshman in college. He'd been great, and the friends with benefits had actually ended well both times, that's how she liked it. The part that gave her weird tingles, and a clench in her chest, the part that gave aversion, is the new angle sex would have. With a romantic partner, it would have to mean more. It would have to mean more than she thought she was ready to admit.

Do you have any other pictures?

There's a couple of other dresses I haven't tried.

You should. My class starts very soon, I have to go. I'll miss talking to you.

The students (including Y/N) loved Revve, they had nothing to say about him but "great teacher" and "fair grader". With the contact over, Y/N took another look at herself. Her eyes flicked across her shoulders, her chest, unable to stay still as guilt bloated her stomach. Lifting her eyes to her face was a salmon swimming upstream, always trying, but always accompanied by a huge weight forcing them back.

Sure enough, Y/N's skin was splotched an angry, tomato red. It gleamed only because of the exposure of too new, raw skin. Flakes fell to the floor, drifting past her vision like snow when she moved her head. Her body, though, was nice. She went to get another dress.

In a half hour she'd tried on several outfits, and taken pictures of all of them. She sent a few pictures to Revve, moving to put the phone down before a beep surprised her.

My students are not feeling very student-y right now. I'm giving them a short break. Y/N smiled, shaking her head, but her mouth despondently down-turned at Revve's next message. Why are you hiding your face in them?? Two question marks, not a good sign. Worry isn't what he needs with a class in session.

Just trying a new photography style, it adds mystery.

Do you need me to come over? I can, it's alright.

No, u have class! Panicked tears threatened to spill from frightened eyes. Why didn't she add emojis? A text without emojis from Y/N is a sure-fire way to tell a wrong day, Revve knew that bright as day, had figured it out really rather quickly. Using emojis in these thralls of emotions just didn't feel right, however, and she'd forgotten to put them in. Her nails dug into her nose bridge, she blinked back blurry vision and wrangled, wrangled with a need. It would be selfish asking for help during his work time. Selfish, selfish, to even need help for this, only that isn't true she tells herself. It isn't true, but it feels true and that, forever, trumps her responses to everybody.

Her hands itched, her face hurt, and her fingers twitched. Y/N wanted nothing more than to tear all her skin off. Tear it off and throw it in the garbage.

Fingers knocked clumsily against her phone, trying a hurried I just don't like my face in photos, u know that.

Your face looks nice, too!

Tears slipped down her cheeks. Alright.

I mean it :). I'll come over in ten minutes, I won't be long. My class is rowdy today, it's okay.

Y/N slipped to the floor, cursing herself for the relief sprung from those words. She sat down, tears her only companion, but she got up and wet a towel, wet her face with the wet towel, hissing at the burn. Y/N got out of the dress and stood with hands gripping the sill, breathing in and out, deep like a yoga session. She grabbed a black shirt, a pair of smooth black pants, and waited, occasionally trying to fix up the damage to her face. It wasn't eight minutes till a knock pulled panic towards the surface of already-stirred waters. Y/N rubbed her hands and closed her eyes, drawing her hair over her ears to hide what little she could. The knock sounded again. "Is Y/N in here?" Revve's deep voice reverberated clear into the room, despite the door in his way.

Y/N's vocal cords, all they could manage under everything, was a stifled "I'm here."

"Can I be there?" He asked, voice low and sweet, almost teasing, if you looked past the skitter when he spoke. It was near indecipherable, but it was there. Y/N shook her head, got up, and walked to the door. She rested her head against the frame. The hands of a clock in someone's room ticked on, and on, and on.

"I don't want you to see me," Y/N whispered.

"I can turn my optics off."

Y/N's eyes stared sorrowfully at nothing. "No, you don't have to do that." Her hand reached for the knob, slowed by the screaming in her body, mind, her soul, screaming to run. "But thanks." The knob turned little by little, till the door clicked open and Y/N turned to walk anywhere but towards him. She wrapped her arms around herself while he followed steadily after.

"Did someone upset you?" His volume lowers, careful of an animal ready to flee.

Y/N shakes her head. "Not... It's..." She laughed, a bitter thing to hear. After several stumbled starts and stops, she simply motioned him to follow and went into her room. She'd been lucky enough to procure single-room dorms. In there, they sat upon the bed, but he did not touch her. It made her heart ache, but she did not know how to ask for it, even after all these months, so she rested her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes. Immediately a warmth permeated the air. It made her skin tingle, and that tingling spread till it gently ghosted over every inch of skin, a pleasant, invisible blanket. Y/N tilted her neck and smiled into Revve's armor. The hum of his fans filled the air, sweeter than a lullaby. His large body shifted to allow her more ease against him. Though he had no visible eyes, she knew he was looking down at her, and the thought was the most comfort she'd felt all day, yet it still made her want to shrink, because right now is the least time she wants to be looked at. "Do you want to tell me anything, web?" His hand came up, metallic fingers resting against Y/N's jawline. She flinched and he pulled away.

He took to massaging her shoulders instead, to which she gladly leaned in, and like that they sat for near ten minutes, encompassed by the sound of his engines. She swallowed, took a breath, and said in a strained timbre, "I'm so tired."

"Y/N, I don't know what happened today, if something did happen, but I want to know. Please," he urged, "I want to help." His thumbs rubbed circles into the back of her neck. "I want to help, but I don't know how. You need to meet me halfway, even if only to tell me to shut up and stay here," he pleaded. His pistons whined and clanked, and his voice was soft and despaired.

Y/N's hand moved to Revve's, thumbing over the metal, but she couldn't help the call woven into her bones. Into her skin. It drew her fingers up and she began to subtly, lightly scratch at her skin, drawing with it a deep, looming sense of self-hatred. Revve's fingers quickly curled around Y/N's hand, engulfing it entirely. "You look beautiful," he breathed, voice glitching slightly, "you shouldn't be harming your skin, or any part of your body."

Y/N snorted. "I know that," she snapped. Her voice was suddenly too loud for the room, and too quickly brought to heat. Embarrassment swam in her stomach. "I know," she started again, quieter this time. "I know. I've tried to stop." She took a shuddering breath. "I've tried to stop so many times, but it never sticks." She closed her eyes, turned her head deeper into Revve's body. "I'm so tired. I want to tear all my skin off and throw it in the trash."

Revve traced his cool fingers against her jaw, running up and down, cupping her face so comfort clashed with her current hate. "I...I didn't..." Y/N blinked as a couple tears ran down silently. "I knew your skin was damaged occasionally, but I didn't realize it was this bad," Revve said. "How long has it been happening?"

"A long time," Y/N laughed. It wasn't a pleasant sound, more like if a rain cloud trying laughing. It came out more like thunder. "Since...Damn, since I was a mid teenager I think."

"Have you been to anyone?"

"No." The idea of a therapist, because there are for such conditions she'd learned years ago, never appealed as an option. To her teenage mind it seemed so frivolous, to be so distraught as to go for help for her appearance, and when she'd learned to go beyond that more, she'd been too grown and stuck with other responsibilities to bother setting time to go.

Revve made a sound, then stopped. He idled for a few minutes, then said "It's amazing. Even with what's happened to your skin, you still look gorgeous." More tears ran down. Y/N shook her head. "It's too true for you to deny, you know." His voice took on a happy, fluffy tone. "You still look amazing to me. You jaw," his fingers kept moving along her jawbone, "your nose," and here they moved up, one finger gently scratching the bridge of Y/N's nose, and so on, till he'd named every part of her face and so cradled each part. A warm hum sung across Y/N's chest. For a minute, she let herself believe him. Believe that she looked, truly, beautiful to someone. Perhaps she could even look beautiful to herself. But then the feeling began to sink, and all that was left was the painful ache of her face. "I know you don't believe it," Revve stated. "I can see it even on our dates, and when mirrors catch you on some days. Not always," a thoughtful hum entered his voice. "Sometimes you look into mirrors you pass and you smile. It truly makes me feel great to see you prideful of yourself. It gives me this warmth and great joy, because I know it isn't easy for you, even though you deserve self-love enough to fill the moon." His head bent down, rubbed against Y/N's hair. "I know you deserve more than what you give yourself. I think you know that, too."

Y/N's sniffled. It was true. Part of the self-hate was borne from the fact she knows she deserves better than what she gives herself. She was better, she could smile into mirrors now. She was fine with flaws she used to hate. She'd gotten better, but she still had days like this. Y/N stared at nothing, eyes wet and puffy. She'd gotten better, and she'd still get better, she reasoned. With Revve, it somehow felt more possible than it'd ever felt before. Maybe, just maybe, he could help her get through.

He wrapped his arms around her slim body. "Whether you have a bad day like this, or the best day of your life, you'll always be radiant to me. You're as radiant as light, refracted against dew clinging to webs in the morning air. I'm going to help you see that," he declared. "You're going to get help, Y/N.”

Y/N smiled, an odd, rushing feeling suddenly lifting her tears to true laughter for the first time that day. It might have been the dedication in his voice, the poetry of his words, the hands calming her body or the heart in his actions, or the trust built between them, that somehow, somehow made it all seem possible. Y/N had gotten better on her own, but now she didn't have to. Revve would be there. Someone would truly, really be there.

She'd get better. She'd learn to love herself. With him beside her, it felt more than possible. It felt like a certainty.

#Robophilia #robosexual #x reader #exophilia #robot bf #dermatillomania #skin picking disorder #robot boyfriend #terato #sfw

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