#and i don't have any friends in my hometown because i never bothered to make any

[the16thtower]

Wyll Ravengard fucking undoes me because while a lot of fans and the BG3 writers do him dirty, there's so much going on with his character that just isn't explored or elaborated on that is so fascinating.

I have a parent who functions as a pillar of the community in my hometown, who is incredibly competent and admirable, and who judges me harshly for supposedly making choices that ruined my life. It's really difficult trying to wrap your head around all the different layers of that kind of relationship and Wyll never gets to really address it properly.

If we think about what happens after he gets kicked out of home:

What does he get to take with him? Does he even get a chance to pack any belongings? He looks like a normal human for the most part when we first met him, so what did Ulder tell people? We don't know about his mother's side but is there any family or family friends he could stay with? Did Ulder poison the well with everyone Wyll knew by being upfront about the pact or did he lie and make up another equally damning excuse for exile? God, just the idea that Ulder looked his son in the face (freshly injured) and immediately threw him out is devastating. Wyll is so certain about the prudence of his father's decision when we met him but either:

This is a perspective he's eventually made peace with

His conviction in his father never waned

which both suck! Either his idol, his father, screwed up massively or he has so little concern for himself that it never occurred to him that Ulder's justification was shit. Ulder is the Duke of Baldur's Gate, with all the resources that grants him, and he didn't even try to contact an expert on demons to try and get more info on his son's situation? What the fuck! There's the whole bit with the Trials of Balduran about appropriate punishment that Wyll agrees with that he doesn't even think to apply to his own situation. It can really fuck you up having your hero, who you admire for the good they do for others, decide you're not worthy of that same good.

Wyll tries so hard to be a good person and to lead by example but never seems to see himself as an acceptable recipient of the grace and kindness he shows others.

Does Mizora just immediately whisk him off to different parts of the Sword Coast to start acting the part of the Blade of Frontiers? He's seventeen, homeless, no support network, and fighting monsters - I'm going to lose my fucking mind. That's ridiculous. That kid was already dealing with his father's intense expectations (from what Wyll describes, Ulder was raising Wyll to follow in his footsteps, which is a steep ask). He then suddenly loses everything, on top of the stigma of demon association - Wyll's mental health must have tanked at some point. Depression, anxiety, and PTSD are definitely on the table (plus phantom pains from the prosthetic eye).

Just thinking of this teenager learning how to drink properly with no one looking out for him, trying to numb things a bit, and just becoming a sad wreck every time. Just... there's so much there with Wyll having to grow up very quickly in very lonely circumstances. We know he has some acquaintances, like the tieflings, but who actually knows what's going on with him? Is he still shouldering his burdens alone? Is MIzora around bothering him or does she flit in and out of his life? He's in exile for seven years.

And he's still a romantic and an idealist! Unflinchingly, genuinely, with his chest! He endures! He becomes a hero. It's beautiful. He survives and cultivates his best qualities in the face of awful circumstances. Wyll has this intense sense of morality and will (pardon the joke) that never permits him to sway from the right thing, even with everything stacked against him. And it routinely costs him! It's so, so hard to do the right thing and he still does it because he simply can't see another outcome worth living through.

It upsets me a little that Wyll ends up doubling down on what a good person his dad is when they reunite - as if Wyll hasn't demonstrated infinitely more empathy and compassion for other people, even when it actively impedes him. He's good because he chooses to be good and seeks to understand, not because he's able to follow the standards set by other men.

This is not a particularly organised discussion but fuck, I love Wyll Ravengard.

(UPDATE: I've just made some edits for clarification since I didn't express myself well. Also, this is a game that requires hundreds of hours of gameplay so be kind if I don't know everything.)

#bg3 #wyll ravengard #wyll blade of frontiers #baldur's gate 3

[trashpremiium]

i will remain normal about having to actually spend my time studying and not hang out with people <- (lying)

#finals. kicking my ass #i don't play either of my ttrpg games this week #most of my friends (here or online) either also have finals or still have classes so I can't hang out with them #can't make the 'studying together' excuse to hang out with my partner because we're hideously unproductive in each other's presence #and i shouldn't even be hanging out with people even if there were people who were available #because *i* need to prepare for finals #and it's like. hgmhmghmgh i get done with finals. and then i have to leave #and i don't get to see my friends for 4 months #and i don't have any friends in my hometown because i never bothered to make any #because i was like. well i'm leaving and never coming back anywya #that decision is biting me in the ass #anyway i'm so mad I only really started being social in the past 2 months #because i got used to it and idk how well i'll adjust to my normal solitude #hmmmmmmmmmmmm pain #i got one more time to hang out with people after finals #my partner and i are going on a 'double date' with my roommate and his boyfriend #which should be fun actually #and then it's Rot Together Time until i actually have to go home #zephyr talks

[milkteabinniechan]

please don't go

Bang Chan x !female reader. Friends to lovers fluff and smut. Chan is your best friend from childhood.

This is for the anon that sent me this wonderful suggestion!! My asks got all fucked up and then I lost your original ask I'm sorry :( I hope you like it!! <3

He was everything. And now he was on top of you. He knew everything about you. And now he was inside of you.

"God you're beautiful." Chan huffed out. His dark hair sticking to his forehead. His arms shiny from the sweat you were both creating. He was the beautiful one. You couldn't stop staring at his face. His brows furrowed together in concentration. His eyes locked into where he was sliding inside of you. Entering you at the most sinful pace. He had one hand wrapped around your thigh, propping you up around his hips, his other hand resting on your stomach so he could feel himself slamming inside of you. You watched him close him eyes as if he was trying to picturing your insides.

He was so intimate. So sensitive. You loved how he took his time with everything he did. You have known his since you both were kids. He went from teasing you about your newest haircut, to grabbing a handful of that hair in is perfect hands. You were leaving for University soon. Something neither of you ever wanted to talk about. He was staying here in your hometown to help with his dad's store. He knew you had to leave, to get away and start something new for yourself. He understood that better than anyone. But the thought of you leaving, driving away with a backseat full of suitcases and memories, was too much for him to take. He knew it would break him. So you didn't talk about it. Until tonight.

The night started like any other. Chan came over with plenty of junk food for your weekly movie night. It was your turn to pick the movie and he would bring the snacks, which usually means lots of sweets and sugar. You even came to calling him sweet tooth now. He disliked the name at first, rolling his eyes every time you spoke it. But he smiled at it now. You knew he liked that he had a name, that you gave him a name that was just for the two of you.

You both claimed your regular spots on the couch, a fair distance from each other but close enough that your hands would accidentally brush if you reached for something. You started the movie "Gremlins" and opened a bag of sour patch kids. Chan reached over to your lap to grab a few for himself. The sudden sensation of his hand inside the bag between your legs sent shivers through your entire body. You were going to miss him so much when you left. And all you could think about was savoring every moment with him while you could. But Chan wasn't talking, he wasn't laughing at the movie, he just sat in silence.

"You okay?" You mumbled with a mouth full of sour candy.

Chan's eyes stayed glued to the TV screen as he answered, "Yeah. Fine."

You rolled your eyes and let out a loud, obnoxious sigh. He should know by now that you know him. You know him inside and out. So you pause the movie and turn your body toward his.

"Let's not do this," you start, "Tell me what's bothering you."

Chan stands up from the couch and heads toward the kitchen. "Does it matter? You're leaving soon anyway."

You follow close behind him and grab is arm to turn him around. "No! Don't do that! You know why I'm leaving. You know it kills me to leave you."

"Obviously not enough, because you're leaving. Sure we'll call and text at first, but then you'll meet someone, some great guy, and I'll just be the loser you grew up with that never got up the nerve to make a move.." Chan had tears in his eyes. His hands were shaking. He had been holding this is for a while now.

"What do you mean make a mo-" your sentence was cut short but Chan's lips against yours. Both his hands cupped your face as his mouth and yours pushed back and forth into one another. Your height was making it difficult to reach his mouth like you wanted. You pressed up on the tip of your toes in an attempt to gain more leverage. And just like he had read your mind, Chan picked you up and held you around his waist. He chuckled inside your mouth mid-kiss and the feel of you against him. You ran your fingers through his hair and gave it a slight tug so your eyes met for a moment. The two of you had always had a connection. Very little words had to be spoken to understand what the other wanted, but you could see in his eyes he wanted to hear it. He wanted to hear your voice say that you wanted him as badly as he wanted you.

"I want you." You breathed out.

Chan was maticulous in the way that he touched you. Memorizing every curve and valley of your body. You watched as he kissed your thighs, tracing kisses up to your cunt. He made eye contact with you at the entrance of your core. You shivered at the feeling of his warm breath onto you. You spread your legs for him with a smile. "Do you want to see how I taste, sweet tooth?"

Chan nodded his head quickly. His eyes glossy and focused. He was in a trance and all he could see was you. The first sensation you felt was his nose. The contact made your back arch. You rolled your hips slowly into his large nose. You really fucking loved his nose. His tongue was next, giving long laps on your drenched cunt. Laps like a dog, his eyes closed, almost hypnotized look on his perfect face. He was taking his time, using his tongue to spread open your lips and folds. Low moans leaving his lips while he buried himself deeper. Your lips were thrusting faster now, climbing towards your orgasm. Your best friend about to make you come. Your best friend about to see you come undone for him.

"make me come, channie please" you beg.

Chan lets out a desperate growl as he grabs your ass and pulls you close to his hungry mouth. In turn you grab a handful of his hair with both your hands, riding out your orgasm into his face. The ecstasy overwhelming as you lay on the bed spread open and panting. Chan sat up on his knees and waited. He tilted his head. "You okay?"

You lifted your head to meet his gaze. He was so patient. So kind. You just wanted to fuck the shit out of him. He was your best friend and now he was so much more.

warnings: oral (female receiving), slight stomach bulge mention, unprotected sex (use protection!)

#stray kids #bang chan #skz smut #stray kids smut #chan #writing #chan x reader #bang chan smut #christopher bang #bang chan imagines #orally fixated #best friends #friends to lovers

[lowkeyerror]

A New Victim

Sam Carpenter x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Notes: 1st part of a lil mini-series, had to post something for Halloween, will contain suspected Scream warnings eventually

Summary: You knew something of the rumors surround your classmate, Tara but you never took them seriously. However you find yourself wrapped up in the real life horror story.

Pt2 | Pt3 | Masterlist

You had heard the rumors about Tara Carpenter and her sister circulating around campus. The rumors didn’t bother you much. Or rather they didn’t persuade you to treat your classmate, Tara, any differently than you would treat anyone else.

Some people were afraid to interact with her in fear of pissing her off. They were more afraid that getting on Tara’s bad side would alert her sister, Sam.

Now Sam was a little scary. You had seen her with Tara a few times. The woman looked like her primary state of being was upset. She looked like a very serious figure.

You didn’t blame her. Their whole group of friends had almost been murdered. Instead of sympathy and compassion the public offered accusations and scrutiny. So much so that they moved away from their hometown to escape the media.

“You’re friends with my sister, right?”

You were sat under a tree on campus the first time you heard Sam speak. Looking at her this close made your heart flutter. She was an attractive woman and that was enough to make you sweat a bit.

Unable to speak for a moment, you nod dumbly.

Sam ignores it and continues with her questioning,” Have you seen her today? I’ve been looking for her everywhere and I can’t find her.”

“She left class a bit early today. I think she said something about Chad needing her help with something.”

Sam rolls her eyes, “Of course she did. I’m Sam by the way, sorry to interrupt you."

Before you can say your own name, the younger Carpenter sister is shouting it as she approaches the tree with Chad trailing behind her.

“Y/n! Don’t mind my overprotective and obsessive sister. What ever she threatened you with, I can promise she won’t do.”

“Where have you been? Y/n told me you left class to meet Chad.”

Tara glares at the girl sitting,” You told her I skipped.”

You shrug,” She seemed worried, so I just told her you left with Chad.”

“Where I am is none of her business. She has my number if she’s looking for me.”

Sam scoffs, “Having your number doesn’t mean shit if you don’t answer your fucking phone.”

“I think we should all just calm down for a second, okay. Tara is safe and everything is fine,” Chad tries to de-escalate the situation.

“No, it’s not fine Chad. Why is my sister skipping classes to meet up with you? And why isn’t she answering my text or calls?”

Y/n had no place in this conversation, but she felt like moving away would only cause a bigger fuss.

“Because we were fucking. Is that what you want to hear Sam?”

Sam runs a hand through her hair,” I don’t care that you’re fucking. I care that I can’t get in contact with you when I’m worried about you.”

“What are you worried about?”

Sam looks at the girl as if she’s grown two heads,” Are you fucking serious Tara?”

Tara groans,” We aren’t there anymore, Sam. We left Woodsboro. No one is coming after us. So why should I have to live my life in paranoia because you can’t move on?”

“Fine, you know what I'm done. Don't pretend you don't have that feeling like someone is always fucking watching us. Don't pretend like what happened back there doesn’t fucking traumatize you and make it hard to live your day-to-day life. But most of all don’t act like there aren’t psychos out there willing to try to fucking replicate that shit because it happens every fucking time, Tara.”

Sam storms off after that. Tara’s eyes soften for a moment before her mask comes back on. Chad goes to rest his hand on her shoulder, but she shakes him off.

It’s only then that her eyes land on you, “You must feel like it’s your lucky day getting front row tickets to the freak show.”

You shook your head, “It’s none of my business, so I don’t really care.”

Chad senses that there’s more you want to say, “But…”

“But your sister kind of has a point. There’s a lot of sick fucks out there that have a weird obsession over him and over y’all. Entire internet communities are filled with those kinds of people. It’s a little naïve to think that just because you moved away that you’re safe.”

Neither Tara nor Chad like the way the last sentence sounds in your voice. They both eye you suspiciously. That’s when you realize what you said could come off wrong.

You began to sputter and put your hands up in surrender, “I’m just agreeing with Sam.”

Chad wasn’t convinced, but Tara had known you a little better. She knew that your awkward demeanor was tried and true.

“Anything else you want to pile on, Y/n?”

You look between the standing pair,” You left class to fuck your boyfriend?”

That leaves them both blushing rapidly. Tara quickly spews out, “He’s not my boyfriend.”

While Chad opts for, “We did not hook up.”

You laugh at their response. Unfortunately for you, this brought you a step to close to the kids from Woodsboro in the eyes of Ghostface.

The killer had watched the entire interaction from start to finish. From the moment Sam approached you, the killer began analyzing you.

They saw the potential interest you had in Sam and your budding friendship with Tara as enough reason to add you to their list.

Tara and Chad eventually left you alone. Shortly after their departure you decided that it was time for you to leave as well.

It was still daylight when you decided to make your way to your apartment. There was a pit in your stomach as you walked. Though the streets were crowded, it felt like someone was staring at you.

You wanted to dismiss the feeling, but you checked your surroundings first. It was almost as if the crowd had faded away and the sounds of the bustling New York streets came to a halt.

Staring at you from across the street, was Ghostface. In your mind this wasn’t real. It couldn’t have been. You had stopped walking, almost paralyzed in your spot.

The killer sent a wave your way, before dragging their finger across their neck. You shut your eyes as you stood still. You were trying to convince yourself that when you opened them, you’d wake up from a dream.

When you feel a body collide with yours, you shriek and push the person away. Your eyes shoot open instantly.

You don’t know if it’s lucky or unlucky that Samantha Carpenter was on the ground in front of you.

The woman wanted to yell at you, but the look of terror on your face stopped her. It was like you were in a trance, your eyes were glued to a spot across the street. Sam looks in that direction but doesn’t see anything.

She slowly picks herself off of the floor. She’s hesitant to touch you, so instead she just calls your name, “Y/n, what was that about?”

You turn your attention to the woman, but you look physically ill, and she takes note of that.

“I saw- He’s going to kill me. Oh fuck, I’m going to throw up.”

The bile quickly rises up your throat. You rush to the end of the street and hunch over.

Sam is instantly by your side. She holds your hair with one hand and rubs your back with the other. The Carpenter sister couldn’t really make out what you said the first time.

Once you finish vomiting, she wants to question you again, but refrains from doing so. Though it is against her own set of strict rules, you look unwell, and she can’t leave you like this in good conscious.

The apartment is close by, so she helps you stand and guides you to her apartment. You don’t say anything during the walk, you barely have even the cognizance to pick up your feet.

The only image that keeps replaying in your head is the cloaked figure dragging their finger across their throat. It makes you want to puke all over again.

When she enters the apartment it’s a full house. Tara, Chad, Anika, Mindy, Ethan, and Quinn; were all congregated in the living room.

Sam motions the people on the couch to move out of the way. She sits you up straight and everyone is silent.

“Who is that? I thought we strictly had a no one, except Quinn's hook ups and us, in this apartment rules.” Mindy is the first to speak up.

“Why is Y/n here and why does she look like that?” Tara gives her sister a pointed look.

“Don’t look at me I found her on the street like this. She shoved me to the ground and vomited in the street.”

“Poor thing,” Quinn reacts to Sam’s words.

“Did she say anything? Because it looks like she’s a walking zombie,” Ethan adds.

Sam nods, “She did, but I didn’t understand her and seconds later she was puking.”

Anika nudges Tara,” She’s your friend, try to get through to her.”

Tara slowly approaches Y/n. She gets eye level with the girl who seems to be in a catatonic state.

“Y/n, what happened? Talk to me,” Tara’s voice is gentle when she speaks. A side of her that no one in the house is used to seeing emerges.

You begin to tremble, and your eyes suddenly come alive. Your voice is shaky,” He’s going to kill me."

It was a whisper, but Tara heard you perfectly clear. Sam notices her sister’s body tense after the words left your lips.

“Who?”

You begin to shake your head as tears start to stream down your face. Your head buries itself in your hands.

“I saw him, across the street,” your throat burns as you spoke.

Sam hears that part and interjects herself in the conversation,” Who did you see Y/n?”

“Ghostface.”

#lowkeyerror #sam carpenter x reader #sam carpenter #scream #tara carpenter #anika kayoko #chad meeks martin #mindy meeks martin #ethan landry #quinn bailey

[aviscarrentals]

i want to play a (racing) game

a series of f1 fics based off of some of my favorite horror movies

charles leclerc- the shining

you, your boyfriend, and a bunch of friends decide to spend your winter break together in a giant hotel. what could go wrong?

max verstappen- it

after years away from your hometown, derry, you suddenly receive an urgent call from your long-forgotten childhood friend, alex, that leads to you returning to the very place you swore you would never face again

carlos sainz- a quiet place

after losing everything you know when the world fell into apocalypse due to the invasion of alien-like monsters with some very sharp ears, you find a new family in the other survivors

lando norris- scary movie (saw parody)

you wake up next to a stranger in a dimly lit room chained to a chair, which is bolted to the floor. luckily, the situation turns out to be more humorous than terrifying (may or may not be 100% based off of the jerma episode of generation loss LOL)

fernando alonso- freaky

you wake up in the body of a middle aged man. but not just any man. a man who also happens to be a wanted serial killer.

george russell- the purge

you and your best friend alex's annoying best friend, george, have to work together to survive the purge night (lily's also there)

pierre gasly- unfriended

you and your friends video call every friday night to hang out together. unfortunately, an angry spirit has decided it wants to spend some time with you guys as well...

mick schumacher- fnaf

after countless failed attempts, you've finally found yourself a new job! the bad news is, it's a night shift and you're scared of the dark. so, naturally, you drag your boyfriend along with you.

alex albon- child's play

when you and your boyfriend unexpectedly have to take in your young niece, you two struggle to make a connection with the little girl. maybe splurging on the cool new doll she's been wanting will fix that.

yuki tsunoda- final destination

what do you do when some random guy that you've never spoken to before tells you he's seen visions of you dying? what do you do when it turns out he was right and death is pretty pissed off?

oscar piastri- the menu

you and your husband have worked non-stop to build a successful, stable life for yourselves. you two really deserve a break. how about a fancy dinner on a remote island prepared by one of the most revered chefs in the entire culinary world?

ollie bearman- scary stories to tell in the dark

it's the final halloween before you have to move away from your hometown and your best friends since birth. hopefully you can make it a night to remember.

lance stroll- the cabin in the woods

you and your boyfriend decide to invite some friends to spend the weekend in a little log cabin in the forest as a way to momentarily retreat from your stressful lives. well you definitely won't be getting any rest this weekend, that's for sure.

logan sargeant- scream (aka yelp)

an eerie masked killer has made its way into your town and is slowly picking kids off one by one. who could it be? is there anyone you can trust? prologue chapter 1

liam lawson- happy death day

happy birthday! i hope you're excited because this will be the longest day(s?) of your life

sebastian vettel- the texas chainsaw massacre

it's summer, which of course means it's time for a roadtrip! unfortunately, you and your friends decided to visit texas, usa, where everything's bound to go wrong (because it's texas, usa)

kimi raikkonen- would you rather

desperate times call for desperate measures, although at this point desperate would be an understatement. so when the perfect opportunity falls right into your lap, who are you to turn it down?

jenson button- halloween

it's halloween! the spookiest day of the year. even though you don't bother participating in silly little holiday celebrations, there are some traditions you can't ignore…

mark webber- 28 days later

the world has gone to shit. even so, you're doing everything you can to survive, despite how hard it is on your own. maybe it would be better if you formed a team?

#f1 #formula 1 #f1 x oc #f1 x female reader #f1 x y/n #f1 x you #f1 x reader #williams racing #logan sargeant #alex albon #mercedes #mclaren #red bull racing #scuderia ferrari #charles leclerc #max verstappen #carlos sainz #lando norris #fernando alonso #george russell #pierre gasly #mick schumacher #yuki tsunoda #oscar piastri #ollie bearman #lance stroll #liam lawson #sebastian vettel #kimi raikkonen #jenson button

[rongzhi]

ok so this is a very long shot but it's been literally 12 years so i'm starting to get desperate, i hope it isn't a bother but i'm hoping you (or one of your followers) might be able to help me figure out a mystery!!!

when i was younger my family became expats, and i had to take french classes to adapt to my new country, and there my mum and i became friends with this lovely chinese lady who later went on a work trip back home and upon returning brought us some snacks from her hometown as a gift (it was a coastal town if it makes any difference).

they were these little palm-sized metal packets with a single piece of (if i recall correctly) fish, in this sort of dark sweet sauce. the snack itself was very chewy and it was the most unusual, wonderful thing we'd ever tried, because you don't really eat fish in any way except fresh where i'm from, but we've never been able to find it again – at the time it didn't seem important to keep the wrappers, but we didn't know we'd lose contact with our friend shortly after, so we couldn't just ask what it had been.

every so often my mum wishes we could buy it again because the memory of it is tied very strongly to that friend we lost, and i've bought several chinese snacks in specialty shops hoping to find it for her, but i've yet to have any luck. do you have any idea what it might have been she brought us?

You would have to google 鱼肉��� (fish jerky) and sort of look through the packaging for what seems familiar!

This might be difficult if the particular brand was small/local, since a lot of brands may not be found through image searching.

This is what comes up when I googled "鱼肉干小吃" (fish jerky snack). The other thing to consider might be that the branding has changed, but 劲仔小鱼 seems like one of the bigger brands in this area, so you might try to get your hands on that one first.

They have different flavors such as 酱汁 (marinated), 卤香 (stewed)，麻辣 (mala/hot numbing)，香辣 (fragrant spicy)，and 糖醋 (sweet and sour). I'm guessing if it was a dark sauce it was probably 酱汁 or 卤香. They are both soy sauce flavors. Tough to really explain the difference (I am not a food person either so idk).

Hope this helps a little though!

#text #answered ask #chinese food

[en-whims]

𝄞 NEW YEAR'S KISS | PARK SUNGHOON

[scan creds to ado2re]

the third instalment from the "Narratives from the Walkman: a 90's love collective" series

genres: bff au; fluff; slight pining | wc: almost 2k | warnings: swearing; mentions of words synonymous to 'fubu'

tagging: @yenqa @yjjungwon

[ 👤 ] SIDE A ; BOY 3 ㅡ PARK SUNGHOON

°❝ time it takes to break my heart

just tell me how we could make it out

and look this way we've come so far

i wish i could've seen the stars align

oh it was never gonna happen any other time

and everything was easy when I didn't know you

you don't know what you got until it's gone into the blue ❞ °

[ 🎧 ] SIDE B ; TRACK 3 ㅡ time by colouring

“Why don’t you chew your food instead of inhaling it?” a familiar voice suddenly appeared from behind you. Despite the jumbled noises from the huge speakers at every corner, his low-pitched voice is something you could never let go unnoticed.

“What are you doing here?” You asked him in surprise while putting down the blueberry muffin back on the plate. You were busy fumbling with the food on the table trying to figure out what you wanted to eat.

It was New Year’s Eve after all, and the list of food choices was pretty long considering your friend hosted a party in her apartment to welcome another year.

“I’m friends with your friends too in case you forgot.” He said as a matter of factly as he took a gulp from his red plastic cup.

“I thought you moved away to Korea?”

“It’s the holidays, Y/n. I couldn’t just not visit the place I have so many memories with.” You muttered an ‘oh’ and excused yourself to be back with your friends in the living room. As awkward as it was, you shrugged it off thinking you weren’t even supposed to talk to him in the first place.

Sunghoon is one of your best friends, or at least he was. You met him after Ni-ki left you for another state, that was in the summer right before college started, and a year before you broke the heart of your university’s librarian. It wasn’t all that bad with Sunghoon. In fact, your friendship was so great, you both even managed to dodge the romantic feelings that sprung about during the summer.

He’s a man of his word and when he said he wouldn’t cross the line, he proved it. But the tension can’t be denied. An instance or two, you would send electric shivers down his spine just by the mere touch of his skin.

That was how smitten he was with you.

But just like the others, he moved oceans away. He was an aspiring figure skater for nine years now and he decided to represent his hometown for last year’s Olympics. But just because you’re so used to your friends leaving doesn’t mean Sunghoon’s departure didn’t hurt at all. It tortured you.

And now that he’s back in town, you couldn’t help but feel a little bit pissed by his uncalled appearance. He didn’t even bother to call you after he left.

No calls or even messages since then.

Sunghoon noticed the wall you built between him and you. It had always been like that ever since you two had a heated argument two nights before he left for Korea.

But tonight, he took note of the fact that you answered his sarcasm and even asked him simple questions. Although the exchange was pretty brief and dull, he took it as an opportunity to rekindle the once-lost connection.

When the clock showed a 2-minute gap ‘til midnight, the crowd started to cramp up in the living room; you wanted to dissolve yourself from the frame right away. Despite the tight space and the faces of the people you couldn’t make up, the familiar face of an old friend and current foe twinkled five steps away from you.

With a red plastic cup in his hand and the other in his pocket, he flashed you his signature warm and dimpled smile. His cheeks rose and his eyes narrowed.

You thought to yourself, maybe you just hated the fact that he was away and didn’t even bother to slide in a simple hey in your inbox. And that you just missed him so much that it made you furious and frustrated at the only person who could take those feelings away at the moment.

“Would it bother you if I close this small distance?” You gave him a light shrug and he immediately walked towards you making it only a hand span away from each other.

He took out his hand from his pocket and held your pinky as he slowly leaned down to whisper in your ear. “I miss you... and I’m sorry.”

That’s what it all took for your strong walls to crumble down entirely. You wanted to say something but the grandfather’s clock signaled the stroke of midnight and yells of greetings engulfed the entire room.

The crowd started to give each other hugs but most of them were kissing, leaving you and Sunghoon baffled by the tension in the midst of it all.

When he saw you looking at him with a what-to-do face, he impulsively threw back his red cup, smirked, and smashed his lips against yours. Yolo, he thought.

A quick and fleeting moment, you thought to yourself. But Sunghoon wasn’t the type to give you that. Much to your surprise, his hand climbed up to your back while the other was at your nape as he tilted his head to the side to feel you even more.

Your thoughts swirled as your body felt hot with the sudden writhing. He was quick to let go when he heard some of the crowd moving out to proceed to the pool area.

“Damn, didn’t know you two could make out.” Jay, one of your classmates, muttered under his cup while leaning against the arched frame that resulted in him earning an icy glare from you. Sunghoon rubbed the back of his head as the consequence of his bravery started to fill him up. You could only look at the floor in utter embarrassment.

Jay shrugged his hands and winked at you before joining the others outside. “Have fun lovebirds!”

You two only stared at each other for mere seconds before bursting out in a fit of laughter with the sudden realization of what happened. After a while of it, you smiled at him and closed the distance with a tight hug. He felt the weight of how much you missed him as he hugged you back.

But deep down in both of your thoughts, a tingling feeling that was once buried started to spring up again.

With the inevitable that happened a few moments ago, you think to yourselves, maybe the kiss wasn’t just a new year’s gesture after all. Or maybe, it was just the kick from the alcohol that filled both of your systems. Either way, Sunghoon promised to never cross the faint line, and he planned to stick to it for as long as your friendship goes.

“Why didn’t you call, silly?”

“Would you have answered? With the fight that broke between us that night, would you have picked up your phone and slid your finger across the screen? I doubt.”

“You could’ve tried. There’s no harm in doing so.”

“You know damn well I’m not a risk-taker, Y/n. I promised not to answer my feelings for you for a reason. Besides, it’s not like our friendship ended. We just gave each other some needed space.” You brought your head to the floor and Sunghoon wondered why you couldn’t spare him a long glance.

“Is there something you’re not telling me, Y/n?”

“Yes. Tons to be exact. I just don’t know where to start.” He engulfed you in a tight hug as you stained his cardigan with your tears. From screwing with Sunoo to another classmate of yours, you feared Sunghoon’s judgment would cause hurdles in your friendship.

That other classmate in question has always been there since day one in college. Spilling it to Sunghoon might end the night in a brawl as he was present at the party, and knowing Sunghoon, he wouldn’t stop until he lifted a finger and gave that boy a taste of his own medicine.

But then again, it wasn’t entirely their fault since you chose to be in that situation. Sunghoon might just give you the lecture of your life.

“Well, I’m here now. Tell me everything.” Sunghoon looked at you with concern clearly glistening in his eyes. Your shaking gradually came to a halt as he rubbed circles on your back, his light touches making you want to crash against his chest once more.

“I fucked up. I- I don’t know, Sunghoon. I just… I just didn’t know what to do. I’m sorry.” You burst into tears again as your voice became shakier with every utterance.

“Hey, hey. Instead of apologizing for whatever reasons I don’t know, why don’t you tell me what it is, yeah? Don’t be too hard on yourself, we all suck.”

“Gee, thanks, Hoon.”

“What did you do this time?”

“I’m in a very stupid situation because I inflicted emotional damage to someone whose only intention was to love me genuinely. I’m stupid, fuck, I’m so stupid!”

“Hey, easy! What do you mean by inflicted emotional damage to someone? Can you put that in the most basic, kindergarten language that your friend can decipher easily? Help me out here, babe.”

“I toyed around with the university’s librarian and now I’m buck fuddies with someone! Shit-”

“What the?! Y/n… no- please don’t tell me it’s…” You reluctantly nod your head with the most pitiful face you could ever make, and you swore you almost saw Sunghoon’s urge to aggressively punch the wall.

“You decided to cope by being what- nap buddies, pillow pals, or whatever you call it with the school’s fucking casanova because you gave Kim Sunoo the blues? Y/n, you may have lost me and Ni-ki in the middle of time but I can’t believe you’d lose your wits along with it!”

“I didn’t know what to do, okay?”

“Prick just winked at you when we were having a moment! Dammit, I could’ve punched that smile off his face right there and then.”

“It’s not his fault, Hoon. I’m stupid, okay? But we’re here now and it’s already happening so…”

“So what? How long has this been going on? When do you plan to end this?”

“Hoon, Jay has been there for me… I mean he’s consistently there for me, and I’m not just talking about screwing with each other. I’m talking about him being a good friend at the same time.”

“Well, I’m sorry that Ni-ki and I are your absentee buddies. God, Y/n you’re unbelievableㅡ”

“Oh, I’m sorry too, but hey, I wasn’t even blaming your absences! You just got back and now you’re acting like this all of a sudden, who’s a prick now? Need I remind you, your ass never hit me up when you were gone for a solid two years!”

Sunghoon ran his hand through his hair while exhaling an exasperated sigh. “I’m just concerned, okay? Jay is not the guy to fool around with.”

“But he’s exactly a guy for fooling around with, Hoon. He’s not a playboy for no reason.”

You slowly walked towards your things on the couch and started putting them in your bag. “Where are you going?” he asked, trailing behind you.

“Home. Thanks for the new year’s kiss. Although it was good, you kinda ruined the whole moment when I was actually starting to feel comfier with you again. Have fun with your stay. I’m sure someone out here can fill you in on some other hot gossip in town.”

Sunghoon watched your figure slowly fading from the scene. He wanted to chase you and spend more time; after all, you were one of the reasons he visited the town in the first place. But it would only do no good to you both after he hurt you with his words.

It took him a long while to process what happened in his absence. Rage was something he expected to come out from him, and you did too.

But things happened so fast and unexpectedly, his presence was too. You were overwhelmed, and spending the remaining hours in the comfort of your room sounded better than sticking around with his obnoxious ego.

You could only look forward to another year in college without him.ㅡ

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Summary | Being the new kid at school is the worst, but being new and from another country is like hell. Just keep your head down loser and you'll get out of this alive. But will a chance encounter change the plans you've worked so hard to keep on track?

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Warnings | swearing, drugs, FReader, Jason Carver, bullying, Eddie falling hard for reader, reader being a badass, strangers to friends, some cultural references

Author's Notes | This is my first foray into writing fan fics. I had a thought and put pen to paper. I now have so many ideas for these two characters so I will be turning this into a series (chapters for certain points in their lives as they grow up). I hope you all enjoy it!

Word Count | 6k

Key | Pink Italics is reader’s internal monologue

Blue Italics is Eddie’s internal monologue             

Bold Italics is a recall of a past event/encounter

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1986

It had been two whole weeks at this stupid school and you still hadn’t made a single friend or spoken, maybe if you were being generous, more than three lines to someone who was willing to give you the time of day. Even then the conversation consisted of you repeating yourself 12 times over because they couldn’t understand what you were saying.

 “umm excuse me do you know where I can find Ms O’Connor’s room?”

“I’m sorry, what did you just say, I can’t understand your accent.”

“so-sorry, do you know where I can find Ms O’Connor’s room?”

It was clear by the looks on these two confused girls’ faces you were going to get nowhere with them – and as always you would feel defeated and just point at the words written on your class schedule.

 “Ohhh, why didn’t you just say that – it’s down the hall to the left”

Watching them wandering down the hall you could hear them snickering - “what an actual loser, what kind of hole did she even crawl out from – was that even English she was speaking? Don’t even get me started on what she’s wearing – she’s still living in the past decade!”

“I heard her accent isn’t even real, she’s just making it up to try and look cool, it’s just sad really”.

vicious laughs between the students ensued and all you could do was call out “thanks, mate!” with a painfully forced smile.  The one thing you realised you could get away with here smart-ass comments, for some reason they would always go over their tiny little heads.  It wasn’t their fault they couldn’t understand how powerful the word “mate” could be when send with the right tone.  You had no interest in making any friends, you resolved to yourself to being the lonesome loser.

Looking down at what you were wearing what’s wrong with my outfit?

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Being the new kid was hard enough, but being the new kid in a new country where everything from the clothes you wore to the words you spoke made you stick out like a sore thumb made it 100 times harder. 

After your mum’s last failed relationship (who was it this time, Martin or Brian? you couldn’t remember their names and they never stuck around long enough for you to bother remembering them), she had decided that she had had enough of Australia and wanted to head back to her hometown – Hawkins, Indiana.  This unfortunately meant you had to uproot your life, leave your friends and everything you loved behind to come to a country where familiarity and comfort was something that didn’t exist for you.  So here you were, stuck in a small tightknit town trying to take each day as it came – waiting for graduation so you could skip out and go back home.

Home for now was a shitty little rundown trailer park on the outskirts of town.  It wasn’t too bad over the summer, you could hang outside on the porch and people watch, your most favourite past time.  Living in a trailer park had its perks in that way, the clientele who called this place home were more amusing to watch than anything you could find on cable TV. 

There was one person who peaked your interest.  You had first interacted with him when you were locked out of the trailer by your mum after a not so friendly discussion about repeating your final year at an American school, I’ve already graduated high school in Australia – why is she making me suffer through it again? 

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“When will you understand I’m doing all of this for you.  Going to Hawkins High will help you assimilate with the culture, and maybe you’ll actually make some friends and get out of my hair and away from the trailer for a while”. 

“Pack it in Vicki, let’s not pretend that we moved here because of me, we both know that’s fucking bullshit.  If you want me out of your hair why couldn’t you have just let me stay in Australia! I don’t want to go to a fucking American school, I don’t want to even be in this fucking country!!”you screamed as you walked out of the trailer, slamming the door behind you and swearing profanities that would make a nun blush. 

The only way you two knew you could cool down was by getting as much distance between each other as possible. Unfortunately for you, your mother ran out for her shift at the mall, locking all of the doors behind you without realising you hadn’t taken keys with you.  When you got back from your walk you found yourself locked out with no way inside until at least 10pm when her shift ended. How could my life get any worse. 

Defeated, you rested your head on the locked front door closing your eyes, letting the sweat run from your forehead to the bottom of your chin.  You were both willing the door to open to escape the heat and ready to accept your fate of forever being locked outside when suddenly you heard a roar of an engine and a familiar song breaking the mundane sounds of the trailer park around you.  You knew it was him, out of all the people in this trailer park he would be the one to be listening to “you shook me all night long” at an unreasonable volume.  You guessed he was either sitting on his porch having a smoke or working on his shit box of a car. 

You’d never spoken a word to him, simply smiled and nodded when he was sat on his porch while you were coming back from one of your post-argument screaming match cool downs.  He was kind enough, always reciprocating with either a smile or a nod, but never a single word was spoken between the two of you.  He was your only chance of getting back inside, surely he has to have some sort of tool that could help you escape this heat and back into the air conditioned comfort of your room.

Walking towards the trailer you could see him jumping out of his car and setting up his tool box.  This monstrosity of a vehicle always seemed to need something fixed.  As he leant down to place the socket wrench with the rest of the tools you watched as his long brown hair fell over his face before he seamlessly tucked it behind his ear making sure not to get ash from the cigarette he had hanging off his lips into his curls.  The way his hair bounced around and naturally fell around his face reminded you of your uncle cocker spanel Charlie, he was a dopey dog but nothing but loveable. 

You stood there for a moment studying his mannerisms, the way his facial expressions would change when he had come up with what you could only assume was a fantastic idea by the raise of his eyebrows and the smile that would plant itself on his face.  Yeah, he’s definitely the human embodiment of Charlie. 

He’s got to be at least 18 years old, maybe older – did he go to school? Maybe he goes to Hawkins.  He looks harmless enough.  Maybe I could see myself being friends with someone like him to survive these next 12 months…or not....Lets not entertain the idea, I’m better off alone.

“ummm hi, excuse me” you gave a tiny wave trying to get his attention as he was half turned to you, enveloped in his own little world tapping his fingers against the hood of his car to the song playing.

Shit, he didn’t hear me

A little louder this time “ahhh excuse me”….fuck still nothing.  Right I’ll just have to get a bit louder this time.

“HELLO, EXCUSE ME” and as if you’re timing couldn’t be any worse you scream just as the music quietened down to play the next track.

“Jesus H Christ!!” spinning on his heels, you saw his brown eyes widen and his pupils dilate to twice their size, his hands clutching at his chest like he was about the keel over from a heart attack.

“You can’t sneak up on a man like that, my reflexes could have kicked in and you would have been a goner!”.

You tilted your head giving him a puzzled look and eyed the space between yourself and him.  A smirk crosses your face and as one eyebrow lifts “there’s at least two metres between us right now, I wouldn’t exactly call that sneaking up on you” you chuckle.

It was your turn, you could now feel yourself being examined with his doe eyes walking their way up and down your body like you were some sort of extra terrestrial and he was trying to work out what planet you had arrived from.  

Trying to avoid the ever growing silence between you both you decided to speak up “I’m sorry I snuck up on you, your music was loud and I couldn’t get your attention without yelling – I guess I just forgot how long “you shook me” was – I thought there was still another chorus to go”.

A genuine smile crosses his face “you know AC/DC?”

“well yeah, everyone does. But also, if you haven’t noticed already, which I would find surprising with how thick my accent is, I’m from Australia.  My mum and I moved back just before the summer break” pointing to your locked trailer.

Looking past you to follow where your finger was pointing, he soon realised which trailer you were from. “soooo, you’re the ones who stay up fighting until 12pm almost every night” placing his hands on his hips and tilting his head to try and look less intimidating to you as well as trying not to put you offside with what he just said.  It didn’t mean to come off as aggressive or annoyed, but he doesn’t always make the right choice with words.

“ahh well yeah” now looking down scuffing your feet against the gravel floor. “Sorry about that.  But that’s actually why I came over here. I don’t know if you heard us earlier but after I left my mum, she’s managed to lock me out of the trailer and she won’t be back until 11pm tonight.  Do you have a screwdriver I could borrow to jimmy the front window so I could get back in” sighing out an awkward laugh while rubbing the back of your neck.  This was so incredibly embarrassing.  He now knew how much of a raging psycho you were, can the world just swallow me whole now?? Anyone???

Before you could even continue with your excuses as to why you were over here bothering him, he was down on his knees rifling through his tool box finding the right tool to get you inside.  “Here you go” looking up over his perfectly positioned bangs.

“Thank you, thank you thank you, you’re a life saver” grabbing the screwdriver with both hands shaking in a prayer position.   “I’ll be sure to bring them back over to you as soon as possible”.

“Take your time, I’ve got plenty more where that came from” kicking his toolbox and wincing at how surprisingly painful that idea was but still trying to play it cool. 

This elicited a small giggle out of you he wasn’t expecting. In a matter of seconds that giggle took hold of his heart.  His heart was beating a million miles an hour and he had no idea how to control it – how was he feeling like this, it’s the first time you’ve ever spoken to him and he’s imploding internally from it.  What is going on with you, you don’t even know the girl’s name. Play it cool, play it cool…

“well, thanks anyway.  I guess I’ll see you around?” hoping he would agree and want to speak to you again.

“I’ll be here…Dundee”.  Fuck, why did I say that? Shit, guess I gotta run with it now.

“you know, like the movie.  It’s not half bad” giving an awkward laugh and watching for your approval at what he just said.

Another giggle escapes your mouth “aha yeah, I guess.  But maybe work on the nicknames a little more”.  As you smile and walk away towards your trailer all he can do is stare and ask himself whether this chance encounter would be the best or worst thing to happen to him.  Whatever witchy curse you had just placed him under had him wanting to know anything and everything about you.

Although the boy two trailers down seemed kind you had no room for inviting people into your life.  This town was a temporary home.  Agreed. You’re right - temporary people, temporary home. Nodding along to your own thoughts and reassuring yourself that that encounter means nothing, you pry open the window to your trailer and climb in.  All you could do for now is keep your head down and live in the tiny little world you’ve managed to create for yourself.  It wasn’t all that bad, you don’t mind your own company most of the time and to be honest you have a pretty great sense of humour, why wouldn’t you wanna hang around all by yourself?  That’s convincing enough, isn’t it?

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Second period on a Tuesday was physical education, a subject you despised both back home and here – how the education system thought running around chasing a ball was beneficial to your education was beyond you, but you had one skill up your sleeve to avoid it – faking sick notes from your mum.  The countless hours spent studying and tracing over the notes mum left around the house while you were home alone made it all worth it if you meant you could avoid an hour of physical education.  The only hitch in your plan was that lying wasn’t necessarily your strongest suit, but you were willing to bite your tongue and lie through your teeth to avoid this dreadful class.

As you walked into the girl’s locker room you looked around and saw how incredibly put together the other girls’ sports outfits were – there were the cheerleaders with their tiny green skirts and tight tops bouncing around with their pom-poms practicing whatever stupid rhyming cheer they had made up that day.  Other girls were changing into mid-thigh length basketball shorts and name brand spaghetti strap tops, then there was you.  You soon realised you didn’t read the memo when it came to PE attire. You could feel all the eyes burning into the back of your skull and the snickering between each other as you changed into your footy shorts and very-hand-me-down Mr Squiggle shirt.  You looked yourself up and down and couldn’t understand what was wrong with the outfit I wear this all the time back home and never got so much as a second glance but as each girl passed you to go through to the gym they made sure to eye you up and down with disgusted looks on their faces.  God I hate this place.

“ahh Mr Pearce – I have a note from my mum, I can’t participate in sports for a while – I fractured my ankle just before I got here and it’s only just healed.” As you handed him the note you dug down deep into your acting skills and gave him the most sickly sweet smile and puppy dog eyes, trying to will yourself to stop talking before you dug yourself a hole of a lie you knew you couldn’t climb back out of.

“right…Miss, ummm”

“Y/N Y/LN”

“right, sure, Ms Y/L/N just sit over on the bleaches for the rest of class. I don’t wanna hear a peep out of you.  We have our final tournament coming up and the boys need to focus.”

“sure thing, thanks Mr Pearce – my lips are sealed” miming yourself zipping your mouth shut. 

With the biggest grin on your face, you started to skip away cheerfully before quickly remembering the lie you had just spun, stopping in your tracks and snapping your head around to see if you had been caught.  Remembering nobody gave a shit about you, you turned your skip into a very slow limp back to the bleaches.  You peaked one person’s interest though, and he was sitting at the back of the bleaches.

No! Dundee what are you doing, stop skipping!! Shit ok good, she’s realised what she’s done and she’s now….what is she doing? Is she trying to limp...He hadn’t even realised you were going to the same school until he saw you walk out of the girl’s locker room with a miserable look on your face.  He thought you were too old to be in school – he had heard the fight with your mum about your age but only caught half of it.  To be fair he was too old to be here too – being kept back so many years made him the oldest student at Hawkins High but with you here, clearly in his grade, in his gym class; he was determined to graduate this year, with you.  I need to talk to you again, I have to make you smile

God this is so mind numbingly boring, when does this torture end.  You dramatically huff and throw yourself back against the hard wooden bleaches, quickly grabbing at your elbow you’ve just smashed against the bench and swearing at how hard you had managed to hit it. “Fuck, shit balls”.

A familiar deep tone calls out from behind you “you alright there Dundee? These bleaches can be deceivingly vicious.”

Craning your head around your eyes slowly make their ways upwards to find out who just spoke to you.  The first thing you see is the all black outfit, a Metallica shirt covered by a leather jacket-denim vest combination.  Your eyes make their way to meet the only face that familiar in this whole room – screwdriver boy.

“screw driver – didn’t expect to see you at this fine establishment” gesturing to the sweaty teenagers running around the gym.

“screwdriver?? And you say Dundee was bad. Maybe just stick to your day job”.

He plonks himself close next to you and you shuffle yourself away, giving space back between each other.  He didn’t seem offended by that though.

“yeah you’re probably right, I guess I have to get to know you better before I can bestow a nickname worthy enough for thee” bowing.  For thee? Bowing? What the fuck am I doing, are we back in 1800s England?? Don’t let him see how much of a weirdo you are just yet??? You can feel your mind starting to spiral and you’re wondering what has made you so incredibly nervous all of a sudden.  What making you word vomit to a stranger and revert back to speaking Ye Old English.  He breaks your thought process.

“My kinda girl! I could sense you were one of us when we first met” locking eyes with you and producing a grin on his face that would outshine the Cheshire Cat.

“one of us? What does that mean?” a puzzled yet defensive look falls over your face and you give yourself even more distance from him.  You could feel your guard going back up, ready to be insulted or ridiculed by him just like all the other kids at this school.  I guess he’s no different than the rest of them

Realising he hadn’t chosen his words correctly (ye again) by the quick demeanour change you had just shown, he back tracks - quickly shooting his arms up as if to show he’s come unarmed. 

“No, I just meant – you seem cool, down to earth, unlike the rest of these fake wannabes” flailing his arms towards the basketballers and cheerleaders who had by now all slowed down to witness the interaction happening on the bleaches.

As you were about to speak a voice screamed from down on the court “HEY FREAK!” making both of you turn to see the source of the insult. Of course, Jason Carver the head captain of the basketball team.

You had only been at the school for two weeks, but you already knew who he was and what kind of unintelligible nastiness could come from his foul mouth.  It had only been two weeks, but he had managed to come up with every cultural insult (always lacking any true poison or intelligence to actually hurt you) under the sun, trying to elicit a response from you.  Back home, bullies were mean, but no one at your school ever took themselves serious enough to care what people said about them – especially you.  Every time Jason said something to you, you made sure never to respond and simply give him a confused look which screamed that you were experiencing second hand embarrassment for him accompanied by total silence which pissed him off more than you could imagine. Little did you know he had just found his golden tickets and they were sitting next to each other on the bleaches ready to be cashed in.

He shouted again, this time even louder, enough for everyone in the gym to stop and watch the spectacle unfold.

“HEY FREAK! Looks like you’ve got yourself another freak to add to the collection and she’s come all the way from Down Under.  You two were made for each other! Somebody call the circus, the freaks have escaped!!”.  Looking around for confirmation he had thoroughly insulted the two of you, his friends were quick to nudge him and laugh like the sheep they were before being followed by the the cheerleaders.

Before screwdriver could get a word out you felt yourself opening your mouth and before you could stop yourself…

“Hey Carver! 300 million sperm cells and you were the quickest? The gene pool must have been dry that day.  How about you stop worrying about other people and go back to playing with your tiny balls with your flock of sheep over there” sticking your middle finger directly at him for the whole gym to see.

What the fuck did I just do?? What happened to my plan of staying quiet and getting the hell out of here in one piece – that plan was now out the window…FUCK

Looking around you realised you could hear a pin drop in the gym with everyone’s jaws almost hanging on the floor.  But suddenly the gym erupts into laughter and all you see are the death stares coming from Carver, his cronies and the cheerleaders. 

You’ve really screwed yourself now Y/N. there’s no going back now I guess, time to let my freak flag fly.

As you slowly turn your head to look to see if you’ve scared off Screwdriver, you see his widened eyes and shock draped across his face.

“where the hell have you been all my life?” His expression turning to one of joy.  “No one has ever stood up to Jason’s insults before, not even me and look at me – I look terrifying” gesturing to his attire.

“Jason has been negging me since I got here, and I guess I’d just had enough.  To be honest I didn’t realise what I was doing until I started speaking and by then it was all or nothing”. You let your head fall back in maniacal laughter realising how fucked you truly were.

All he could do is stare in awe at how nonchalant you were at what just went down.  You were in for some serious world of hurt making enemies with the popular kids, but he was gonna make damn sure he wouldn’t let any of them touch you.

“where I’m from we never really took bullies and what they said seriously, everyone was each other’s mates.  I guess it’s different here” the laughter slowly leaving you and your mouth turning downward at the reminder of home.

“well I guess I should probably get you out of here before the head cheerleader and her posse make an attempt on your life”.

“what are they gonna do – pom-pom me to death?” chuckling at your poor attempt at humour.

God, that chuckle could end wars he thinks to himself ready to play out an entire life with you in his head while he stares and examines every inch of your face worried, he might wake up from this dream any second because no way someone this amazing could just walk into his life like you have.

Breaking the brief silence with a smile you continue “well where do you suggest we go?”

“I don’t know if you know this” leaning in closer to you to whisper, “I am a connoisseur of sorts” gesturing a smoke between his fingers with a sly wink.

A little louder than you intended you replied “Oh no, I know.  Everyone at the trailer park knows. Your trailer is a revolving door.  I suspected it was either drugs or you were a lady of the night, but looking at you close up I don’t think you’ve got the face for it” shrugging and throwing the kind of smile his way that makes you seem more innocent than you are and the jab was not meant to hurt him.

“well, aside from that insult you’ve just thrown my way I’m willing to let you try before you buy – we could call it a welcome gift, from one freak to another” bowing his head and laying out his hand ready to receive yours in turn.

“before I go off sneaking around the school to get high with a fellow freak I should probably get your name.  I’m Y/N” taking his hand to help you stand up from the bleaches.

“how rude of me, Munson.  Eddie Munson” standing in tandem with you still holding your hand.

“well Eddie Munson the pleasure is all mine.  Now are you going to lead the way” you say pointing to the gym doors.  “I didn’t come here to fuck spiders” grinning at the confused look you’ve just managed to paint over his face.

Hopping down from the bleaches satisfied and smiling to yourself, you walk out of the gym and here him trailing behind yelling at you, more confused than ever.

“Y/N what do you mean? You didn’t come here the fuck spiders? Why are we fucking spiders all of a sudden?? Where are these spiders ? Y/N…. Y/N – I know you can hear me!!”.  With a cheeky poke of your tongue and a wink in his direction all he could do is grin from ear to ear, like a kid at Christmas. 

Running to match your pace “to the oval ma lady”.

Maybe this year won’t be as bad as you think it will be.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

As you take your seat opposite Eddie on the decrepit table, your eyes trail around the woods he’s lead you to behind the school’s sports field.  For a space run down and littered with broken glass and empty beer cans you’re not feeling creeped out or have a sense that you shouldn’t be where you are.  The feelings you hold now are ones of comfort and a strange sense of safety, somewhere you felt welcomed in an ever-growing world where you weren’t welcomed anywhere. 

“Sorry this isn’t the Shangri-La, it’s the only area close to the school where I can get some privacy to do my transactions” Eddie says, not looking at you and instead narrowing all of his attention on rolling the perfect blunt.

“don’t apologise Eddie, this place is perfect – feels just like home” giving him a reassuring smile that hopefully conveyed you could care less where you were at this point, as long as it wasn’t the bleaches being gawked at like some freak show.

“So, what is with this get up of yours anyway? Tiny booty shorts and a wha- some sort of demonic writing utensil? What is that shirt you’re wearing.  Surely you have something less scandalous for gym class”

He lights the blunt, puffs one out and hands it over to you – bringing your attention back to him.

With your most offensive face you take the blunt he’s handing and inhale.

“how dare you!” covering the ears of the character on our shirt in dramatic fashion “don’t listen to him Mr Squiggle, he doesn’t know quality when he sees it”.

“I’ll have you know sir, Mr Squiggle is a staple Aussie kids TV program, there’s not a soul back home that doesn’t adore this little man” pretending to console the little character on your shirt before realising your just stroking your chest and now look like an absolute weirdo for doing so.

Adjusting yourself to now be laying on the chairs instead of sitting you take another drag.  Eddie follows your movements on his side and your eyes meet under the table as you pass the blunt back to him. 

“well that explains the shirt but the shorts, why are they so incredibly tiny, like I’m not complaining, they’re fantastic but why those?”.  You suddenly spring from your chair, giving Eddie a fright now seeing you performing deep lunges.

“ohh, these bad boys?” pointing to your shorts. “they’re called footy shorts.  Shorts men where while they’re playing sport – like footy? You know, NRL, AFL – those kinds of sports”.

Rubbing his eyes he shockingly expresses “wait, so men wear these shorts too!?”

“well yeah, they’re made for men not women.  I think it has something to do with less material so they can get around faster or can’t be pulled down by other players. If I’m completely honest though, I think a women on had some hand in designing them so girls to gawk at men in tiny booty shorts” a small laugh escaping you while you return to laying down on the picnic chair, Eddie again following suit.  

Eddie gives a cheeky smirk “if they were designed for men, how did you manage to get your hands on a pair?”

Your expression changes avoiding Eddie’s gaze as to not show too much emotion “they were my dads”. 

Seeing you avoid his attempt at eye contact he knows he can’t push that subject any further, not yet anyway.  He wants to know everything there is about you but that’s clearly a sore spot you weren’t ready to divulge to him. 

He gives you a smile and a nod like he understands and won’t push you further which in turn gives you a light twinge in your heart like one of the barbed wires you’ve wrapped so tightly around your heart has been cut, slowly releasing the pressure you’ve had building up for such a long time.

Eddie wants to get to know you further, but he knows he can only push you so far right now.  Sitting in silence, enjoying the high overtake your bodies you hear him pipe up.  “So why Hawkins, Indiana? It’s a weird place to choose to move too”.

“My mum’s from here.  She was some sort of head cheerleader at Hawkins High back in the day.  I tend to drown her out when she starts talking about her glory days.  But she ended up moving to Australia after she met my dad and I guess we’ve come full circle and now I’m stuck in this hole of a town”.

“well I guess we can agree on something, this place is a hole” Eddie chuckles a little too hard realising the high is hitting him harder than normal – or maybe he was just getting high off your presence. 

“but hold on a damn minute” Eddie thinks for a second, he recognises your last name but where has he heard it from, it’s right on the tip of his tongue and you soon realise where he’s going with his thought process – he’s worked it out.

“Your Victoria Y/L/N’s kid!?” a tiny scream escapes Eddie as he puts one shocked hand to his face and points his finger directly at you. Fuck, he’s worked it out. I was trying to just get through this year without people knowing I was her kid – will he keep my secret?

He continues, oblivious to the sober look on your face, watching him to see what he knows and what he says next. “she is like a living hero to those cheerleaders.  Something about leading the basketball team to victory with the cheer she created.  I don’t know the full story, nor do I really care, sorry about that one.  But I unfortunately sit next to Cathy Rivers in science, I could slip it in that you’re her kid and I just know you wouldn’t have any trouble with tho--……”

You stop him before he can go any further “No”

“No? I mean, the moment they find out you’re her kid – you’d be in”

Interrupting him again he looks up and sees the daggers you’re now shooting him “Eddie, let’s get one thing very clear – no one, and I mean no one, is to know that I’m her kid.  I have no interest in being popular or one of those fucking air headed wankers who parade around in tiny skirts and make fun of anyone who doesn’t conform to their way of living”.

Your expression changes to a plea “please Eddie, please don’t tell anyone – I just want to get through this year, I’m happy being a loser.  I was a loser back home and I can do it all again right here”.

Examining your body language Eddie decides to over compensate with dramatics “cross my heart and hope to die” he actions carving a giant cross over his chest which elicits a tiny smile from you.  I would die to see that smile, just one more time.

As he rests his hands on the table yours reaches out to rest on his making him look from the table back to you like a deer in the headlights, unsure what he should do now.

As you go to thank him you hear the bells in the background ring for the change to third period and remember you have Ms Fowler next for Geography.

“Fuck, I can’t be late – I have Ms Fowler”.

“Oh yeah Dundee, if you’re late she’ll keep you back at lunch for way too long than should be legally allowed.  I’m sure there’s something in the Geneva Convention about that”.

“you know, I’m starting to warm to the nickname” Springing up from your chair you laugh as you’ve managed to frighten the shit out of Eddie again.  God how entertaining it was to see how easy it was to frighten him.

“I’m like a whippet! Are you coming?” reaching for your bag and getting ready to run for your life.

“no, you go ahead – I’m meeting a client here who happens to also be my ticket out of class this period” winking knowing the art teacher gave no shits about Eddie’s education or if getting his supply would make him late to class. I need to cut him off, I’m graduating this year for sure.

“well then, don’t get too many tardies otherwise we won’t be graduating together this year.  I guess now you’ll be able to see how fast I can run in this footy shorts” you say with a cheeky wink, making Eddie cheeks flush a bright shade of red.

Cocking your head back in laughter and running away at full speed you here Eddie yell from behind “Meet me in the cafeteria at lunch Dundee, you can meet the rest of the gang”.  You don’t turn back but simply wave your hand in the air as a confirmation you’ve heard what he says.

All Eddie could do in that moment was watch as you ran off, wishing you could just sit at this table he’s now sat at alone, and learn everything there is to know about you.  With you not sitting opposite him the space turns back into a cold reminder of what his life used to be, how in less than two interactions he can start to see a different future – one with you in it.

Don’t you worry Dundee, I’ll be by your side at graduation.  I’ll follow you to the ends of the Earth…

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #stranger things x reader #Eddie Munson x fem!reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff

[green-loser-lover]

Ace/GN!reader

Angst, slight manipulation, cheating, established relationship, implied sex, GGG are a band au, small Gorillaz ref, hurt no comfort? Kinda

not edited nor proofread (sorry in advance)

Inspo taken from Dirty Diana this is not a songfic

I don't actually think Ace would do this but shhh

The city of Townsville. Your hometown, and birthplace of Green Death. a band that had just hit it big. Meaning the members had a newfound stardom to abuse— enjoy.

That being said, they were back in the city after their latest tour. Which meant you could finally spend quality time with your boyfriend, the bassist of the band. However he was nowhere to be seen.

He'd told you that he would make it back for dinner at seven. Of course you knew that really meant nine or so. But nine o'clock came and went. As the time crept to eleven you began to worry. You took to pacing in the living room, hoping for just a single call. One call and you would be okay.

Maybe you should ring his friends? You thought as you dragged your fingers down your arms.

Briiiing briiiing briiing. The telephone cried for your attention. Finally something. Fast as a fash you picked it up.

"Ace?" You asked hopefully.

"Yeah its me doll," Came his static-y reply.

Immediately relief flooded through your system.

"Look I'm sorry I ain't called no sooner but I got caught up in somethin' and you know how it goes"

Caught up in something? That had to be the lamest excuse he could've come up with.

"Whatever you say babe, when are you getting back home?" You twisted you fingers around the phone cord. At the moment youd been to relieved to give him hell for the worry.

"Ey I dunno, one?" He paused, "Maybe two."

Two in the morning? That was another four hours away!

"Leave the door unlocked will ya toots? I forgot my key."

"Don't bother, he won't be coming home tonight, because he's sleeping with me." A low sultry voice said before you could get a word in.

You were shocked into silence for a minute. Meanwhile silently Ace chastised whoever she was. To which she only laughed mockingly.

"Who the hell is that!?" You finally sputtered once you were composed again.

"Who her? No one forget it, listen I'll see ya sooner than you can say keep it green." His words came out fast and jumbled. Like a kid who was caught up after bedtime.

"Ace–"

"Love youse too, miss ya already. Bye."

With that the line went dead. And for a second you only stood there. Complete silence taking over the living room. It didn't last long before you slammed the phone into the receiver, over and over.

You were being cheated on. Again. You threw yourself onto the sofa. Hundreds of thoughts ran through your mind.

How could Ace do this to you? Who was she? Did he still love you? What would you say to him? Should you leave? How long has he been cheating again?

All the while a familiar burning filled your chest as the betrayal set in. Your thoughts all trickled into one. This relationship was over once and for all.

You could already see yourself packing your things. Being ready to walk out long before your ex came back. But you'd stay long enough to tell him you wouldn't change your mind.

The smallest of smiles crept onto your face. You'd never even have to see him after.

However your eyes started to droop. You sunk deeper into the couch. Exhaustion finally began to catch up to you. But that was fine, a quick nap would help you if anything.

Your thoughts slowed as you gave way to a deep sleep. It's not like you'd sleep too long on accident.

You blinked awake groggily, gentle rays of sunlight greeted you. After a few more minutes of enjoying the warmth of your bed you sat up. Rubbing away any remaining sleep in your eyes.

When you finally remembered that you'd fallen asleep on the couch with plans to leave early morning you deflated.

"Well ain't that a bitch" you sighed.

You should've known better than to think you'd actually wake up in time. Hastily you threw the covers back. Maybe your chance to leave dramatically fell through but that didn't mean you changed your mind.

Harshly you pulled the door open. But you faltered when you smelt something cooking. Ever so slowly you crept to the kitchen. Peaking in you saw Ace cooking, something he rarely did after setting fire to water one day. Yet there he was, wearing an apron and not ruining pans.

When he noticed you watching him his entire face lit up. He threw a top over whatever hed been making before pulling you into a tight hug. You didn't return it.

"Ace we need-"

"You know I'm sorry about last night," He cut in, loosening his grip to look at you "But it really wasn't my fault either!"

You deadpanned at him. Where did he even get the nerve to say that? Not his fault my ass.

But you humored the thought. "Why didn't I think of it like that?" You spat sarcastically "Please tell me how I can help you keep it in your pants!"

"Fer starters about next time I hit the town you come with me?" Sarcasm was ahead of him you supposed.

"I knew you'd see it my way doll." He left a light peck on your forehead and released you before you could get a word in.

You watched him walk back into the kitchen, slightly dumbfounded by what he said. It wasn't your fault was it? You followed him into the kitchen, taking a seat at the island while he kept cooking. Leaning your head against your hand you watched him work.

As your eyes followed him around the kitchen you realized he was making your favorites. Something he did when he was in trouble. It made you smile softly. Maybe you were overreacting. Ace was a good boyfriend. When he remembers to be at least.

But with the bands success you couldn't blame him for the thoughtlessness. Not entirely. Maybe you were overreacting. You just had to take his offer to go more places with him. Even if it meant obnoxiously large crowds of annoying people and a lot of parties.

He'd do the same for you. So you'd forgive him this time. Though the dull ache in your heart almost made you think twice. But it would get better, everything would be better than before.

End

#gangreen gang #powerpuff girls #ace ppg #x gender neutral reader #Loser Lover Trash-heap #suprise ambiguous ending

[your-littlesecret]

okay, i'm going to be a bit greedy and ask for two fics here, bcs firstly -- LUCIFER AU?!! you can't just drop that and then not expect me to want to know everything about it, omfg. but then secondly also: the dorothea & tis the damn season fics!! wahhhh, OBSESSED ALREADY 👀👀👀😍😍😍

okay buckle up my dear friend, this is going to be long (because I can never stop talking)!!!! (also because I'm a bit obsessed with my own fics, self-esteem much???)

so once upon a time I was obsessed with Lucifer (it's been the last 7 years of my life, I never stopped) and then I had this idea of making a Lucifer!au because there's none!!!!! how??????

initially, it was supposed to be based exclusively on the series but I am a little shit and I put also the 'real life' story and my personal touches of course so it's not ENTIRELY Lucifer but it mostly is. THERE'S EVEN A MAZE!!!!!!!!!

now, the main point of the show for me was to show that even though Lucifer is- well, Lucifer, he's not completely bad and he is able to feel and do good things.

and this may be a bit controversial, because Charles is an angel in real life, but Charles is Lucifer. there was never going to be another way, that's how I had it in my mind since the very first thought I put into it.

Pierre is... Pierre, what can I say? I suppose we can say he is the equivalent of the detective, except that they are all celestial beings so instead of human, Pierre is an angel (as he also is in real life) and there's also not the police thing. There's actually barely any humans in the story, to be honest. None that is important to the story itself.

the story goes as predicted: Charles is outcasted from heaven by his father and is punished by ruling hell for all eternity - except that it's not a punishment.

there's a plot and there's a battle (kind of) and there's also God and the Goddess (!!!!) and the whole 'the devil on earth' and OF COURSE his whole piano thing and I COULD TALK ABOUT THIS ONE FOREVERRRRRRRR!!!

so yeah, it's mostly Lucifer and this is my baby and I love it so much and I don't know when I'll post it because I wanted to put MORE into it but I just don't know how??? so here's a little peak because you asked me so nicely about my stuff 💕

“How did you even get here today? I’ve got no warnings.” He just arches one eyebrow in return. “Great, you flew here. Now not only have I got a babysitter, he’s also invading my apartment flying. God, I hate Celestial beings so much.”

“I love you too, Charlito.” Pierre winks at him. “Now, what do we have for today?”

“You are sitting on the sofa and looking pretty. I have a shitload of work to do, so don’t bother me please.” Charles makes his way to his Table, and waits until Pierre is sitting on the sofa to turn it on.

“Oh, you think I’m pretty, Charlie?” Pierre smiles at him and bats his eyelashes.

“I hate you.”

NOW ABOUT TAYLOR SWIFT!!!!

I have, of course, been obsessing about this. I know she has a fucking lot of songs and I AM NOT planning on doing all of them because I'm not insane yet, but I made a list of the albums and I was looking through it to see what I could do and let me tell you, this woman hasn't had a single happy thought in the last ten years how is it possible??????

so I was just yk, taking notes of how I could write something that would not be completely miserable and heartbreak and I managed to go through all of Lover and then of course we all know about the folklore love triangle and that she loves making connections between songs and all.

and people also say that Dorothea and 'tis the damn season go together, about someone who left the hometown and became famous, and then they return for the holidays and they spend a weekend together kind of thing.

so that's it, basically. Pierre is 'Dorothea' but this fic is from Charles' pov. Pierre is the one who left, became famous and all, and he never went back to the hometown because. Charles writes him letters throughout the years (16 letters, of course hehe) and then he gives to Pierre.

the second one is Pierre's pov, and that year Pierre does go home for the Hollidays and they do, in fact, spend the weekend together, doing everything they used to do together, and then he spends the next two weeks also together.

of course it's a bit deeper than that but I will not spoil it. the Dorothea one has the introduction of course, but it's mostly on the letters format. the second is just a normal fic but IT'S VERY DEAR TO ME TOO!!

Charles comes to visit, he stays for maybe a weekend or a week maximum before he starts to get a bit bothered - by the city or the company, Pierre doesn’t know - and then he leaves. They talk on a regular basis until next year’s visit.

Charles seems a bit too unsettled this time, Pierre can’t quite explain. It’s not like when he gets restless and eager to go back home, more like an… anxiousness surrounding him, like he’s expecting something to happen, to change.

---

Pierre wasn’t planning on coming until closer to Christmas, but the shooting of the new movie ended sooner and his mom told him that Charles’ graduation is set to happen tomorrow, so he came earlier - two weeks earlier, precisely. Charles doesn’t know yet.

He was supposed to go straight home, where his mom is likely waiting for him. But then he sees Charles in the distance, standing on the main square with a huge dog by his feet, talking to Esteban. Pierre is not eager to meet Esteban again, but he guesses it’ll have to happen someday. 

It’s not that they hate each other, but the fact that he was once in love with Charles makes him not be Pierre’s favourite person in this town. And the fact that he completely cut Pierre off after that also doesn’t help.But Charles is there, and he looks so good and Pierre can’t stop himself parking his car between the church and the school, both of which they used to go to.

god this is long, but yeah that's it, I hope I didn't bore you too much 😬🫧

#bubbles posts

[veritylarsen]

20230903

it's been much longer than about time to be transparent about decisions i've made in the past. i strongly recommend reading the entirety of this if you wanna keep in touch with me and my work. in my opinion, these are situations with legitimate weight that can't just be covered casually on social media within limited text boxes. i just wanna be on the same page as y'all that what i did was unjustifiable, and that i'm getting help as a result. i won't be referring to people by their names, but if you know any of the people involved, please bother me with your concerns before bothering them. these are events that have already been settled, and i don't wanna kick up a storm by merely talking about them again.

some contextless apologies: my deepest apologies to any minor i interacted with during 2020-21 in billings for making the line between friend and adult be far too blurry to be acceptable, especially giving you guys drugs as a way for me to be on cooler terms. i'm sorry you guys took the brunt of me not being able to handle a long duration of loneliness and my own trauma, and to one person specifically i considered myself best friends with for taking the majority of it. i also apologize for publicizing my lack of maturity during a heated situation in the billings scene during 2021, and spreading misinformation that ended up causing harm to someone who was already receiving plenty of it.

the following is more explanation, with no intention of me excusing myself, here's just more context #1: i had just turned 21 when covid first hit, and was going to college in bozeman, montana. having to suddenly return to my hometown (billings, montana), and quarantine in a home i had plenty of trauma associations with after being liberated from leaving it, was something i had no clue how to manage in my brain. a local who i didnt know and had never talked to before, but was mutuals with on instagram, was making a music scene groupchat. i DM'd them and was soon added to it, ecstatic that i was finally feeling like i was a part of something. soon after, it was moved from instagram to discord, and it wasn't until -18 and 18+ roles were added that i realized the majority of these people were 16-17 years old, and that i was the oldest one there at the time. i didn't quite realize the inherent dynamic i had above them because all i wanted were just people to talk to, and the immature self-loathing way i treated myself still made me believe i was beneath them. i was SO scared of even casually talking to people in general, something i had felt all of my life for miscellaneous reasons. i didn't want anything except to be noticed and regarded, and felt that my genuine lack of wanting anything nefarious from these people gave me some sort of moral pass. i proceeded to talk to them as much as my anxiety could allow, and gained a closer relationship with one of them as a result, who was 16 years old at the time. i really admired this person far more than a 21 year old should be towards a 16 year old. i had no sexual attraction towards them (if anything i was deathly afraid of having sex with anyone on the planet, but i truly do not want to speak about my sexual trauma publicly), and once again thought i saw the clearer boundary because of it, that it would be a moral pass for me to hang out with them on a fairly often basis (sometimes they brought their younger sibling along, who was 14 at the time. intensely fucking bonkers of me to think this was an ok thing to let happen), which i continued to do with them and some others in that groupchat, even well into 2021. since i was hanging out a lot with this one person in particular, i made sure to let them have their own life to live, telling them i was just happy to just be a person within it, yet i still wanted to be best friends with them and acting so much out of my own insecurity. i still thought i was "facing the line" by giving them weed and alcohol, not having realized i had already stepped well over it by involving myself in their lives as i had already done. good intentions can only do so much when you're also contemplating being their partner once they turn 18/19, which is profoundly fucked up. that's way too close to grooming to be accepted. i once again want to say i'm sorry to this person specifically for wanting to be a large part of your life due to my own intense fear of loneliness and my own intrusive attention-seeking behaviors, not allowing you the space you really deserved. please continue to live your life on your own terms, keeping your own will dear and having the serenity within yourself to hold it within you forever.

#2: later in 2021, one of my friends accused two of my other friends of sexual assault towards them. i was met with a whirlwind of defenses from both sides, who were all friends i have put my deep trust into for years, and was dumbfounded not knowing who to believe. i thought i could do something of importance by joining everyone else on instagram and posting on my story about how the situation is far too messy for me to really have a side. seems ridiculous typing that down and reading that back, but that was my weird intention at the time. as a result, i ended up putting out there a lie from the accused that the assault actually happened the other way around. as of about a year ago, people are apparently still spreading that notion around, which i find to be gross as well. i'm deeply sorry for contributing to the weird hivemind of defense and a need to express opinions that much of, if not all of, the scene expressed back then. i have to be completely honest and say that to this day, i still do not know the complete story. both sides acted with ridiculous fervor, mixing in important points with suggestible actions with deep trauma, a bunch of hurt people hurting each other. all i can say with certainty is that i've seen/heard some people in the situation mature and become different people for the better, and have seen/heard some people want to insist they are entirely correct while ignoring the harm they've caused.

thank you so much for reading. lesson of the story is to please go to goddamned therapy already. i'm still continuing to do so. please message me privately if you have any concerns.

#text

[corneliaavenue]

hey, i'm sorry to bother you, but i just wanted to ask if you have any tips for buying tickets to the eras tour.

i live in europe and really want to go to the eras tour. i got like the confirmation for the presale and am supposed to get the code for the presale in two days. i've never bought tickets myself and i'm pretty nervous, even though i'm looking forward to it. i don't know a lot of things about the presale. just that you gotta be fast and that you shouldn't refresh the browser in the queue.

i would be very happy about any tips how to get tickets! (don't feel pressured to answer if you're busy or something, it's fine)

I wish I would be helpful, but I failed the Great War of ticket buying multiple times. I got lucky because when Ticketmaster did their second chance, my best friend's hometown friend got a code even though she had tickets, so I logged on to her ticketmaster and bought tickets then.

So my advice is make it so well known to everyone around you that you are trying to get tickets so maybe they will be able to help you snag a ticket.

[fandomshatewomen]

thanks for the explanation i truly appreciate it

i think what's made us have diverging opinions on this matter is the fact that i didn't know paper girls is an adaptation of a comic book. i don't even watch the show. i sent the original ask because i looked at images of tiffany on google and have watched stranger things (erica is one of my favorite characters, the other one being argyle) and agreed with the op instead of your reply.

im also of the opinion that people will always look like other people, there's no getting around that. we have a limited gene pool and there's only so many variations you can make by mixing and matching that incredibly unique faces are really really rare (i'd say steve buscemi has the only unique face in hollywood - at least off the top of my head).

im not upset at people in my hometown mistaking me for my mother since we look really similar (we sound similar too, everyone double checks if it's her or me picking up a phone). im also not upset at people constantly mistaking me for a different girl when i moved to my uni town because we looked very similar. never met the girl before then, we're 100% not related in any way.

so when i see people look like other people, that's all that it is to me. an example of how despite 8 billion people on this planet (im ahead by a few days with this number lol) we're still all the same. but i do appreciate the explanation that it's not the case for everyone and sometimes it goes far deeper than what i perceive it as. so thank you!

you're this anon

so story time. like ok even though I grew up with a very racially diverse family ppl used to insist I had a doppelganger and it used to mess with my head because the girl (although I'm p sure she was half mexican versus my full mexican from both sides) they thought looked like me was just fat and had frizzy hair like me. which like ok?? my lips are bigger my nose is bigger we had different interests. and more importantly I got the feeling when we were in college that people used to tell her the same thing. Like I'm fairly lightskinned.

which is literally a screengrab from my channel https://www.youtube.com/user/AliciaThePhoenix

Like I have a lot of privilege in terms of colorism and I hated being compared to another person constantly throughout middleschool high school and my first few years of college. but the thing is this experience is not unique to me and I can prove it. my mom who's seventy now constantly compares all black men to my 2 black uncles that married into the family despite significant differences in height, weight, features, and hair. I've tried telling both my mom and dad (he does some similar stuff) about anti blackness they obviously have. and like I know they passed it on to me and my sister. but like its frustrating because they're so old now its just an uphill battle.

so like while I don't constantly have to deal with people mistaking me for other ppl as much now I do remember how shitty it feels to constantly be compared to others just because ppl can't be bothered to get to know me for who I am.

one more story before I let this go. when I was in college I actually had a work friend that I started bringing around to my friends gatherings. mind you my friends and I all went to high school and middle school together. I had history with them. but this work friend was also an alicia. instead of calling me alicia #1 (because I was previously the only Alicia they knew) or her blonde alicia they started calling me Mexican Alicia. Mind you this went on for years and it got to the point that I had to cut ties with the majority of them because I was really feeling tokenized and belittled. before I cut ties with them I tried to get them to call me Ali instead but still some of them insisted on calling me Mexican Alicia.

this is very painful for me to talk about but like there's a reason that "faceblindness" and racism go hand in hand. if you live in a white majority country you're trained to think of whites as the norm and everyone else is othered.

tldr: In all these situations it's shitty to assume that constant comparisons with other people is really so innocent. despite my lightskinned privilege I've learned and witnessed that dark skinned Black people have it even worse than I do. and like that just breaks my heart.

mod ali

#colorism #racism #racialized misogyny #white supremacy

[homemade-ghosts]

/post/694325043656818688/what-confuses-me-the-most-about-last-episode-is I agree with a lot of points you mention but to me (maybe I'm giving the writers too much credit) But in my eyes to Gina quality time = love, maybe she isn't in love with Ej and is just caring but I found it very genuine the way she wanted him around, to me that shows she cared and she tried but Ej? In the canoe he didn't care at all if he has to get up and left her alone, I admit it his look confuse me but the whole +

Since this was sent in two parts, I hope it's okay if I put the second part below and respond to both of them in one ask.

Part 2 of this ask: +episode he didn't care at all to spend time with Gina (like for example Troy since we are in this universe) he didn't seem affected by not being around her or missing moments with her. He wants to stay in salt lake okay but why? is it really because of her? But Gina in the other hand the moment with Ricky 'Where's Ej?' that broke my heart it was really genuine and I don't mind as a Rina at all tbh I just hope that they don't pull a real Frozen and she just jumps to Ricky (I doubt it)

[This ask is in response to this one btw, in case anyone is curious.]

When I said that Gina isn't in love with EJ, but rather the idea/fantasy of him, I didn't mean to suggest that she doesn't care for him & I'm sorry if it came off that way. She absolutely, genuinely does care about him and, because one of her love languages is quality time (probably because she's never truly got to have quality time with anyone prior to moving to SLC, with her mom often working, not having any real friends and her brother distant -- both literally & figuratively) spending time with EJ is extra important to her and it makes it all the more devastating when he doesn’t show up. Jules actually has a really great thread on Twitter about Gina's love languages (here) that I highly recommend reading if you get the chance.

While I do believe Gina is a small part of why EJ wants to stay in SLC, I think most of EJ’s desire to stay comes from not being ready to move on from the comfort of his childhood home, out into “The Real World.” Staying in his hometown, in the house he likely grew up in (while, and it makes me feel gross just typing this, dating someone who is still in high school) makes it easy for EJ to pretend that nothing has changed, to keep living in a world where he’s still a high school kid who doesn’t have to think about what he wants to be when he grows up. He goes to camp, like he has every year for who knows how long, hoping to have one last summer of being a kid and instead he gets saddled with directing this musical for the doc. Adulthood comes for us all, whether we want it to or not, and EJ being forced into this role of authority and responsibility is a metaphor for that. 

EJ doesn’t quite get that, however and he will do anything he can in order to get the outcome he wants (we saw that when he poisoned Emily so Nini could get the lead last summer) and that includes ignoring Gina. He doesn’t listen when she tells him she wants to spend the day with him and win Color War together because, whether he realizes it or not, he’s willing to sacrifice what Gina wants to get what he wants. He rejects the promposal she obviously worked hard on and then can’t even be bothered to stick around for longer than a few minutes because he has to “get back to work.” Once again, he treats Gina not as someone he wants, but as someone who is getting in the way of what he really wants. 

EJ’s not affected by the lack of time he spends with Gina and he’s not sorry about missing her big basketball moment because he’s getting what he wants and no matter how much he might care about Gina, he cares about himself more. 

Also, in regards to Gina “just jump[ing] to Ricky”, if by that you mean you hope that Gina & Ricky don’t start dating so soon after she breaks up with EJ, while I understand your concern, I really wouldn’t worry about that. They won’t get together this season.

EDIT: As if this wasn’t already a ramble-y mess (I’m sorry about that!) I somehow completely forgot to address EJ’s relationship with his dad and how his desperate need to make her father proud is a big part of why he might want to stay in SLC. Not for the place itself necessarily, but for what it represents. Staying would mean that his father saw something in EJ worth believing in, that he thought EJ could make it on his own. 

#i'm not sure i understand where the troy reference is coming from though anon #please don't tell me youre comparing elton to troy lol #anti portwell #hsmtmts #hsmtmts s3 #anti ej caswell #i guess? #asks #anon

[gobbluthbutagirl]

might fuck around and spend the entire rest of my life wishing i had gone to college

#it's so funny bc the fact that i didn't never bothered me until like. literally 11 months ago #now to be fair for like the entire four years leading up to that moment my whole thing was 'i wish i had gone to high school' #and for the entire four years leading up to THAT it was 'i wish i did not exist' #which is still kind of my thing but it's taken a back seat to the other one #it's just like....you never miss it in the moment. only when you're looking back and there's a huge gaping hole in your life #also like 'you can still go to college!' i know. like i get that. on a fundamental level i understand #but my main thing isn't even that i want an education(although i would love to have had one) it's the social part #like just being around peers. meeting people. forming social connections #i'm 23 years old and so isolated i know absolutely nobody #like i have zero friends or even people that i talk to outside of my immediate family #i literally don't even interact with people online. all i do is come on this website and make posts and then leave #i just feel like if i had been in a more social environment at any point in my life i would be so much better off now #i mean i'm a functional adult. i have a full-time job. i can drive. #but my life is just so soooo EMPTY #and of course there's the whole thing with the ptsd where i have myself convinced i literally cannot make friends or even have a decent life #while living in my hometown in south carolina #and that my only option is to drive myself across the country to la in the middle of a pandemic just so i can go be lonely somewhere else #because at this point being lonely feels like a given and i've mostly come to terms w/ that #but that little 'what if...' voice never goes away and it's like #shut up about what your life could have been! shut up about what your life could have been!

[mcrmadness]

I am Finnish, but I usually never watch Finnish series or movies. There are a few exceptions of course, but most of the time I just don't like Finnish TV nor movies.

But I now watched one crime/thriller drama series out of curiosity, and I really liked the series itself, but I also realized - again - why I usually don't like Finnish TV:

I don't like the way people speak in those.

The way they speak, it never seems natural, and actors very rarely stop being actors and become their characters. I think I only know maybe one actor who is able to do that and always seem so natural you forget he's acting, and he has never even been a professional actor. He's a musician who started making a skit comedy series (Kummeli) with his friends back in the early 90s and which then spun several seasons, movies and spin-off series.

Of course most people in these series speak something that is like a... mixture of written Finnish and the capital city area dialect, unless the character is given a specific dialect OR the actor is allowed to use whatever dialect they want, maybe even the one they grew up speaking. But the thing is: I don't know if people e.g. in Helsinki, to where these series often are set to, speak like that. Is that a real dialect people somewhere speak, or is it a "made up" dialect just for the Finnish tv?

Also I realized that this actor I said is the only one who sounds natural to me? Maybe it's because he's from an area that is close to my hometown, and his natural dialect is the same or almost same one I also speak. And he often uses that, or mixes it with the Tampere dialect he speaks because he's lived there now for decades.

Back to the main theme: I would still say that there is something in the way of speech that is not how people actually speak. It's just every time I see anything that is a Finnish series or movies, it just sounds so false and fake to my ear. Just by the way they speak you can tell this all is acted. Maybe there is also something in the overall body language? Maybe it's too social and open for a Finn, I'm not sure.

I just find it so difficult to relate any character in any Finnish series or movie because they don't speak naturally, and they don't behave naturally. They feel Finnish but there is still something off.

There are also levels to this because some are CLEARLY acting, some are really good at acting and the speech and body language don't bother me too much, and then there are those who do that so well you forget they're characters. The latter is usually the key for me to actually enjoy a media and a character - if I can forget that there is an actor behind that character. Usually I find it easier to get that with Finnish tv when it's about comedy and not drama, but even in comedy there are some actors who still sound a bit weird to my ear because of all this.

I'd be interested in hearing if other Finns have thought about this, and if there are fellow Finns who find Finnish series and movies painful and awkward to watch?

#mcrmadness' random stuff #finnish #finland #suomitumblr #suomitumppu #finnish stuff