#but anyways rambling aside… i guess what i want to say is i understand it seems annoying but

[tianshiisdead]

im happy my post is garnering discussion but honestly i wasnt around for 2018-2021 fandom on tumblr and i was mainly talking about how its kind of silly to get mad at people for portraying colonizer countries as mean, or calling it demonization and stuff. like its okay not to like personally portraying ur fav characters as mean or part of the state, but getting irritated at the fact that it exists or is popular imo kind of misses the fact that this… is the state and nation personification fandom. and its hard to say its not canon when canon did once portray the characters in uniform and at times involved in their state activities… like the early strips discussing western imperialism in china is literally ‘china being bullied by the allies’ ‘france wanting to grope china’ ‘china being treated like a maid’ etc etc like they were very much. the state LOL also china and japan’s canon relationship, as much as I have my issues with it, has an entire thing about china being stabbed by japan… i do feel like hetalia started out as a history nerd’s history exploration that blended humour with ‘what i find cute’ with satire etc etc, which inevitably involves illustrating the personifications as vessels of state and culture, and although the modern strips have deviated quite a bit… well, different people will approach this series for different reasons, right? Whether its serious or comedic content showing the characters as mean or imperialist or unpleasant, it’s not something that deviates too far from canon (if we take all canon eras into consideration) nor is it surprising given how history laden the topic is.

#diary #hetalia #hater tag #also have some issues with some things being called drama… #like i know some of u think of me and some others as drama stirring little devils #honestly i dont enjoy drama that much but ill become upset when i see things that i see as racist or insensitive… #because im of the opinion that this fandom requires extra sensitivity given the subject matter. #let people have fun #but #also be careful yk? i guess for me personally im always trying to be careful #when im out of my depth i try to talk to ppl with better understanding while doing my own research #and if ive written or expressed antyhing bad (which i certainly have even on this blog many times before) #i try to change my stances with new info… and like #this is important to me and its important for me to read ppls thoughts bc. #i know what its like to be treated racistly and dismissed. or to have things and history precious to me twisted #but anyways rambling aside… i guess what i want to say is i understand it seems annoying but #if you post something insensitive… and someone gets upset… then thats just how it is. hetalia is sensitive #again ive definitely posted bad insensitive things. ive been told im acting out of line. #and it sucks. but… sometimes you have to understand ur own irritation doesnt outweigh the hurt #and listen a little #sometimes i like things that i then find are insensitive or cruel. and id rather not engage with it than dismiss peoples hurt… or something #honestly i keep most of my whining private i promise JLKFHDJGLKFH BC FOR THE MOST PART I THINK I CAN TELL THE DIFF BETWEEN #when i have a real issue and when im just nitpicking #so i keep my more petty whining or basic stuff private #but if i see something egregious then i dont want to be quiet #and if a friend of mine (esp if theyre a kid) is upset or hurt by racism I dont want to be quiet

[samsspambox]

if i randomly come out with an angst one shot,,, no one question it LMAO

#sam rambles #no context just write #i am gonna beat up my dad anyone want anything? #was it any fucking surprise i have daddy issues? LMAOOO #idk today i was reminded that i used to have such a nice relationship with my dad until my siblings came along #mainly until the middle one did #and i was traded away like a fucking toy #and then they turned out special needs which if you don't know hispanic parents turns out to be #a lot of victim blaming and not understanding what it means #but he was so dead set on my middle sibling and pushed me aside #that by the time he realized he fucked up i already realized what he did and just got closer to my ma #not that my mom doesn't have her faults either #but i guess the emotional absence of my dad just stuck with me #i always get kinda pissy when people ask me why im not a 'daddy's girl' bc i was at one point #not that i remember much of it anyway but when my mom says it im always like #'communication is a two way street and i was kicked out the car ages ago' #ive already mourned that loss tho but sometimes just talking to my mom and getting the 'he wasn't always like this' shpeel hurts #weird sidetrack but i made it on the news once bc i got a recognition from the mayor but he didn't even remember evn tho i told both of them #maybe that's why i was so attached to my engineering math and history teachers #they were the father figures i never had #'ive already mourned this' i say while sobbing im so sorry i rambled so much but gAH #sam rambles in the tags

[ratboyy-withtheexistentialdread]

Nevermore Chapter 97

Spoilers ahead, lads. Skedaddle if you don't fast pass. EDIT I guess I’ve said too much in this post and need to pull it back a little. So imma gonna edit it so it doesn’t say too much about this chapter.

Alright, first my reaction cause HOLY HELL those last few panels really got me like

I really had to put my phone down and talk myself through them. Now, lets talk about what I gained from this chapter and the infamous Annabel Lee. I've noticed, at least in the comment section, the fandom really doesn't care for Annabel's character and its difficult to know where the animosity has come from. Tumblr obviously loves her but us heathens support women's rights and wrongs (Don't we gents?) Many call her a sociopath or what’s happens in the last few panels. Annabel is indeed ruthless, calculating and stone cold but she obviously cares. She cares for Lenore above everything. It can be easy to see this as obsession as we really haven't seen her care about much else or even herself. But one comment on the Webtoon brought up a very valid point which I've also picked up on.

Annabel and Lenore in life were very isolated and broken people when they met one another. Annabel, broken and then rebuilt into a prim and proper lady. Lenore, broken physically and mentally and closed off from the world.

Meeting each other saved them. They were no longer alone. There was an understanding between them at least that we know of.

Their differences though is what divides them in death.

Annabel played games, and masked her true self around her father and family connections. She now makes games of situations to retain what little control she had in life over a society she knew she could never break the rules of. A Game that was always rigged against her.

Lenore rebelled against society. She fled the estate to escape a suitor, was bound to the attic and ostracized by her family, she then faked her death and posed as man to court Annabel, the one person who cared for her.

Lenore wants to break the rules of the deans Death Game. Annabel wants to follow them.

It’s all they’ve ever known.

Before it was only them that mattered. Now Lenore has so much more to fight for and Annabel still only has Lenore. Both are right in their own way of playing the game but it pains the other to witness.

Annabel, I’m sure is aware that the Deans are not all they seem to be and won’t simply allow the students to turn the tables on them if they played how Lenore wants to.

And playing Annabel’s way means the callous death of many many people that do deserve another chance at life.

Now. I do have to agree with Annabel in the sense that Lenore forgets

This is a Death Game

Right now the “villainous” characters show their true face with pride and the “hero’s” are charming and true but as we get down to the wire, it’s going to get grey. There are no good or bad at the end of these games, only survival.

Could Annabel show some restraint and more tact when speaking strategy and making plans with Lenore? Absolutely. She’s little too giddy about sweeping some pieces off the board.

Lenore also needs to stop being so naive. She saw first hand what exactly the Deans are capable of in Dreamland, it put the fear of god in her.

In fairness to both characters though they and we are still missing big pieces of what happened between them and what their causes of death were. Which could hold big aspects of their characterization.

Maybe Lenore was originally very callous about others. In life, aside from Theo and Annabel, we’ve never really seen her interact with others. Perhaps this is the Lenore Annabel speaks of.

Anyway, I’m rambling. In conclusion, I’m a bit disappointed in Nevermores comment section. I enjoy Annabel’s character although some parts do worry me a bit but I have hope Red and Flynn have plans to curve this to a satisfying reason and conclusion.

That cliffhanger, boy howdy, what the fuck is Lenore gonna do…

#nevermore webtoon #lenore vandernacht #annabel lee whitlock #white raven #duke #Pluto #nevermore webcomic #nevermore WEBTOON spoilers

[delta-piscium]

When Steve and Eddie start dating Wayne pulls Steve aside and is like “I know this sounds odd but you’re gonna have to take him on walks every once in a while.”

And Steve is just like “?? Sir? He is not a dog?”

Wayne gives him a slightly haunted look, muttering “sometimes I wonder,” under his breath before clearing his throat and telling Steve to just trust him on this one. 

Steve thinks this is probably something Wayne had to do when Eddie was a child to get him out of the house but the man is a full-grown adult now, Steve is not gonna walk him.

He kind of forgets about it until one day. Eddie’s been staying at Steve’s for the week and he gets home from work only to find the kitchen absolutely wrecked. He finds Eddie in another room standing in a pile of books. He very slowly approaches him, putting his hands out and making his voice soft and as carefully as he can being like, “Hey, babe, what’s up?”

Eddie whips around, eyes big and wild, rambling almost too fast for Steve to understand. “I needed to make a cake but I didn’t have a recipe so I improvised and that did not work so I went to find a recipe and did you know there are like fifty-year-old medical books here? There are so many descriptions of gross stuff in them.” He waves one of Steve’s granddads old books around and Steve has to lean back to not get smacked by it. 

“Yeah… my granddad was a doctor,” he says all while eyeing him warily. 

His hair is frizzier than usual and he’s about to turn around to grab more books and Steve does not know what this is or what to do? Should he do something? That’s when he remembers what Wayne said about walks and the way he had looked, a bit stressed and disbelieving. It’s about how Steve is feeling right now so he might as well try, right?

So he grabs Eddie, pulling him along towards the door, making up the first excuse he can think of. “Speaking of my granddad, he built a tree-house for me in the woods behind the house, let’s go look.” 

He walks into the woods at the wrong opening, leading them kind of far in before turning around to wander and pretending to look. He finally steers them back to where the tree-house actually is, all in its tiny rotten glory, and right at the edge of the lawn.

“Guess it was closer than I remember,” he says with a shrug as if dragging Eddie around for twenty minutes insisting it was further in is in any way a believable mistake. 

Eddie gives him a look like he’s acting insane, which, okay fair but Eddie did start it. And anyways he looks better now, judgmental as all hell but better.

“Cool,” He eventually says then stomps back inside. 

Eddie spends the rest of the day making fun of Steve for getting lost in the woods where he grew up but he’s not climbing the walls anymore so Steve counts it as a win.

After that he brings Eddie on regular walks, tells him it’s because he doesn’t do sports anymore and needs to move, doesn’t always feel like running and it’s boring going alone. Eddie accepts it easily but also says it’s so weird because Wayne will also drag him along on walks, and, like, what about him attracts these people who need to go on walks all the time and can’t do it alone?

Steve and Wayne have a pact to never tell Eddie, they do not even want to imagine how that would go because Eddie is a drama queen at heart and their system is working (until years later when Steve and Eddie live together hours away and Steve goes on a trip with Robin, he comes back to Eddie on his way to turn their living room into a greenhouse)

#not at all making this post because I have to take myself on walks to not start climbing the walls #or lay in a depressed cocoon whimpering to myself in the most pitiful way #that happens to Eddie too #once when Steve is busy with work and forgets to drag him outside and Eddie just gets a blanket and gets on the floor and his lip is #actually trembling and Steve is like alright lets go baby lets see nature and Eddie does not want to because he is sad #so instead they sit outside for a while slowly working their way to maybe going on a walk #I forget to take myself on walks all the time and then ill go stir-crazy and not connect the dots for way too long #it's time blindness and hyper focus- absolutely not understanding you haven't seen the outside in four days and that that's kinda bad #and I am putting that shit on eddie okay #Dels steddie thoughts #my post #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddie headcanon #steddie ficlet

[possibilistfanfiction]

Hey there! Just wanted to let you know that I love your writing. I love the universe you've created for ava and beatrice. I could have said Avatrice but the thing is you write them so beautifully as individuals, all their triumphs and losses, that it doesn't feel right not to acknowledge them as they are on their own as much as they are as a couple. Anyway! I pretty much have bookmarked all your work and I keep suggesting your fics on Twitter, I'm pretty much your unofficial publicist at this point, proudly so 😆

I just finished the multitude of loving and once again you made me laugh and smile and cry and you made my heart warm and for a while, my depression didn't feel as debilitating. So thank you. I don't know what you're gonna write next whenever inspiration strikes, but if you ever do another outside pov, would you mind writing one from Diego's? I guess I'm biased because aside from your fics, I've been obsessed with do a flip by sunsafe and it warms my heart to see Diego in fics because well, I think it's safe to say that he was the one who loved ava first, he was there by her bedside and all and so it would be lovely, to know how he feels and thinks about ava and beatrice, after all the years of living his own life, after all the years wishing to see his sister, his best friend, his... Ava, because there's no traditional title that really fits them, after all the years wishing that ava is okay and... Alive, more than just surviving because even when he was a child he knew, ava was meant for such a bright and grand life, just because she was all that herself.

Anyway, just an idea, of course. My rambling is not in any way meant to pressure you into writing it 😆😅 I hope you're having a good day wherever you are. Cheers!

[first of all i love do a flip!!!! 100/10 recommend if anyone hasn't read it!!

anyway, here's a little diego pov in the butch bea universe. he's like 18 or 19? idk. yknow just roll w it :) ]

//

university is busy as hell, and it's cool that they pay for your doctor's appointments and, when you actually started getting the care you needed, you were able to do basically everything in the normal, big wide world with regular meds and check-ins — but mostly you just want to play rugby and flirt with girls (not well, but you're 18 and always kind, so who cares your success rate) and pass all of your classes. when you got adopted it had seemed like a miracle, and so you don't take any of this time for granted — not the bright sun or the grass stains on your knees or how rachel plays with your hair when you hang out in her dorm.

you don't think much of it when you get a random email from beatrice gu-knight, partially because emails are a pain in the ass and partially because nico brought over a six pack of stellas and his nintendo switch — you're the mario kart champion, undisputed — but, in the morning, when you open your phone, you think your heart might stop in your chest.

Hello Diego,

I hope you're well. I know it might seem strange to get an email like this from someone you don't know and have never even heard of, and, if you don't wish to follow up or connect, please just let me know, and that will be the end of it.

But, in the hopeful chance that you do: my name is Beatrice (she/her), and I'm reaching out to you because Ava Silva is my life partner. We've been together for a few years now and she talks of you often, and fondly; I know from her stories you were an extraordinarily joyful and sustaining part of her life at St. Michael's, and, if nothing else, I hope you understand my deep gratitude for that. I work in tech, so I was able to find this email address for you in the hopes that you might want to reconnect with Ava. We live in Los Angeles, and she's, as I'm sure you remember, wonderful. Maybe even more wonderful now, as I hope you are too.

Again, if you are at all uncomfortable, please feel no pressure to engage in any way; I won't let Ava know, so don't worry about that. If you would like to reconnect, though, you can respond to this email, or call or text me at my cell listed below. Thank you.

Warmest regards,

Beatrice

it takes you a few seconds to get it together, because, what the fuck, first of all. second of all, ava — one of your favorite people ever, and someone you miss every day. who apparently has a very proper and seemingly kind partner named beatrice, and lives in california. ava is alive, and probably really happy. the last time you saw her she was scared and upset and you had thought she died before that. you had thought you would never see her again.

Hey, this is Diego, you text the number on Beatrice's email. you think about the time difference, and, sorry if it's the middle of the night for you

it takes a minute or two, but then your phone vibrates. Diego, wonderful to hear from you! I'm glad my email wasn't too intense.

and, like, maybe it was a little, but your calc III professor is a fucking nutcase, so you kind of have a high bar.

Ava works late sometimes, so don't worry about the time difference right now

it's sweet, you think, that beatrice doesn't work late, or, whatever, maybe she does, but she's up because ava is awake. because ava will be coming home, or finishing up in an office. you wonder about their life, what their home looks like and if ava's laugh is still just as awesome. and, like, what is ava's job? is she still paralyzed, or can she walk like she had the last time you saw her? you're glad for her, honestly, that her partner is a girl, because ava thought boys were hot but also seemed to like girls more — so, like, how did they fall in love? it's funny to imagine ava as a grownup, with a partner and a home and a whole life, but it's also the best.

do you want to facetime tomorrow or something, you text, because you don't really know what else to say, but you want to find out: about your sister, and the life she's apparently built. you think — if ava is anything like how she had been when you were younger — you definitely want to be in it.

I would love that, beatrice responds immediately. you work out the details and, eventually, you go to class and try to have a normal day. but ava is out there, happy, in california, with a partner who clearly cares about her. it feels like a gift, even to know. it feels like a gift, to get to be in her warmth again.

/

beatrice, when you answer the facetime call at exactly the second the clock hits 7 pm your time, is beautiful. it doesn't surprise you, not really, because you remember ava being pretty, and, even more than that, fucking awesome. beatrice is younger than what you think someone with that formal a name would be, with short dark hair that flops into her eyes, which are kind of gold in the light through the window of whatever room she's in. 'hello, diego,' she says, and, yeah, ava probably loves that accent.

it makes you laugh, but, like, in a nice way, to know that ava has a whole partner. a whole entire person who shares a life with her, who helps her with stuff and — beatrice is a saint for this — laughs at her puns.

'hey,' you say, feel awkward and a little sloppy in the face of the chic big oil painting behind her, the hoodie you know is expensive because your friend artur had had it marked on his stockx for, like, months now. 'uh, i'm diego. nice to meet you.'

beatrice smiles, and you see her freckles, and you realize, in a flash, a truth you know implicitly — that ava loves this person. ava picked this person to spend her life with. the world is cruel, you know better than most, but the world is also so, so kind.

'i'm so happy you responded to my email,' she says, less formal and with a slight laugh, mostly with joy. 'ava is the best, and i know that — she misses you. she loves you, a lot. i've always wanted to meet you.' you kind of don't know what to say, and you're relieved when she shakes her head. 'sorry, i'm being a lot again. believe it or not, this is my first rodeo with something like this.'

first rodeo sounds foreign from her, and it inexplicably makes you laugh. 'you're doing fine.' you realize that beatrice is just as nervous as you are, maybe even more: she loves ava. she has a whole life with ava. 'i — does ava want to talk to me?'

'i haven't told her yet. i wanted to see how you felt first, without any pressure, and i didn't want her to feel disappointed. but i know she will be... overjoyed, to have you in her life again, if you want.'

'yeah.' you think of ava's jokes and how full of life she was, even when she didn't have access to much of it herself. you think about the clumsy drawings you had made her, and how happy she was every time she got to go outside in her wheelchair. 'i do, want that. a lot.'

beatrice's smile is relieved and grateful. 'i can talk to her, then, and then maybe you two can set up a video chat? i know she'll be beside herself with excitement.'

'yeah,' you say, and you can't help but smile looking forward to it. it doesn't sound like ava's changed much, in the good ways, which is super cool. 'i'm excited too.'

/

your palms are clammy and you feel like you might throw up, but beatrice had sent you a link to a zoom and asked if the evening worked for you; you're so thrilled but also, like, what if ava doesn't like you anymore? what if she's way way cooler than you, or too grown up, or just bored by your life? it had been one thing, to lose her when you were young and confused, to have to grieve her absence so obliquely — but it would be an entirely different thing now, to know she's alive and has a life of her own and just doesn't want you in it. you don't really know how you would handle that. ava was your friend and ava was your sister, in the ways that really matter.

but, you realize very quickly, all of your anxiety was for nothing, because ava's face pops on screen — older, and her hair is shorter, and there are slight laugh lines settling into the skin around her eyes, but she mostly looks the same — and her smile is so warm and then she starts to cry and laugh and, yeah. if you do too, it's fine. no one else is in your dorm room anyway.

'hey,' she says, the first to get any words out. she's sitting up, and she waves, and you feel like you're seeing a real life miracle, right there on your computer screen. 'you look so old. i really missed you.'

'you look so old too.' she grins. 'i really missed you.'

it's a little stilted at first, probably because you're both overwhelmed, but then it's just... the fucking best. ava is a bartender, 'mostly for fun,' she says, which, whatever that means, and she still loves the beach. they apparently have a house right by the water. she starts crying again when you tell her you got adopted, that you're not so sick anymore because you have good doctors and caring parents, that you're in school to become an accountant.

'the family business?' she says, choked up, after you tell her that your adoptive mom is one too, and that she wanted you to be able to take over one day if you were interested.

it's as unbelievable to you some days as it seems to her, on bright mornings or when you get to go skiing in the cold snow, when your friends pass around a joint or when you get to go to a museum, whenever you want. 'yeah,' you say —  a family; you learn ava has one too. 'it's pretty incredible.'

/

'holy shit, ava.'

she just laughs, letting you go in front of her into her house. well, her and beatrice's house, you guess. you'd facetimed and texted a bunch with ava in the past two months, so you had figured out they were kinda loaded, and they'd both picked you up from the airport in a very sleek, fancy volvo, but, like —

'this is nuts.'

you think you might immediately cry again when you notice, right away, how there's not a single part of the house you can see that isn't accessible for someone in a wheelchair. ava had told you that she can walk but some days has a lot of pain and a hard time with mobility, and that beatrice was awesome and she had a good chair and even a van and a service dog, but you never could've imagined this. their house is huge and beautiful, like something you'd see in an AD tour you like to watch when you're stoned. ava has a cane today, and beatrice trundles in with your bag — she had insisted, quietly, but with a look that told you it would be totally pointless to argue.

'your house is awesome,' you say, to both of them.

beatrice smiles gently. 'we redid it last year, for accessibility. i think it turned out great.'

'wanna see the best part?' ava says, using her cane to bounce a little on the balls of her feet and you have to clear your throat because you had known her for so long. you had loved her for so long, your best friend in the entire world, who was smart and funny and bursting at the seams to feel it all, to really get to live.

'dude,' you say, 'of course.'

'i'm going to put your bag in your room,' beatrice says. 'and then i have a work call. but i should be done after the hour, for whatever you'd like to do, if you want me to join.'

'of course we want you to join,' ava says, and beatrice blushes and then gathers herself and kisses the top of ava's head before she offers you a thumbs up — nerdy, and it makes ava snort — and then lifts your bag like it weighs two pounds or something. 'love of my life,' ava says. 'definitely doesn't have a work call, but she's been stressed all week about making sure she gives us time to ourselves but doesn't seem aloof. huge weirdo.'

'she's hot.'

'ew, diego.'

you shrug. 'all i'm saying is that, like, i get it. not for me, because she's, like, super gay, but you know. for you.' you take a breath. 'sorry, i'm just excited.'

ava laughs. 'bea is super gay, it's true.' she points to a button on the wall nearby and then floor to ceiling glass doors that separate the living space from the patio. 'now, check this out.'

it's pretty fucking wild that ava went from the horrible orphanage, and tons of abuse that you were too small and too weak and too scared to stop, to a whole house that opens up to a day bed and an outdoor kitchen and dining area and a hot tub, a small patch of grass, and then the sea behind — but in the best kind of way. the kind of way that makes you want to tell everyone you meet that things can get better. that good things will happen to good people, at least sometimes. at least ava, who is the best of all of them.

ava motions for you to come with and walks outside, and then it's, like, genuinely the best thing ever when a black and white dog — korra, who ava sends you pictures of all the time and has featured in multiple zoom calls — who was napping in the sun, perks her head up and you swear she, like, dog-smiles at ava. 'hi, good girl,' ava says, and then claps her hands once and korra obediently, and happily, comes to ava's right side and sits, leans her little head against ava's thigh.

'i can't spend this entire time crying,' you say, and ava laughs. 'can i say hi?'

'of course,' she says. 'she's not usually formally working at home, unless i'm having a really bad day. which, you know, i'm not, but they do happen sometimes.' she shrugs and you kneel down in the sun and pet korra's soft ears as she nuzzles your face.

'she's so cool,' you say, and then kiss the top of her head and her nose. 'hey korra! i'm your uncle, i guess?'

'yeah! uncle diego.'

it makes you beam, to sit on the patio with ava as she shows you some of the tasks korra has been trained to do, and tells you about her bar you'll go to later, and points toward their outdoor shower with a sly smile. you do her the courtesy of fake gagging, although you really are just mostly happy for her, with her partner and her dog and a house that was built just for her.

eventually, beatrice comes outside, carrying a very intense charcuterie board. she places it down on the day bed, between you and ava, korra happily snoozing at your feet.

‘hi baby,’ ava says and scoots closer to you, then tugs on beatrice’s hand until she sits. ava kisses her temple. ‘this is very extravagant.’

‘well, we have a guest,’ beatrice says. ‘there’s wine inside, if you’d like a glass.’

‘i know nothing about wine,’ you admit, ‘but if there’s one you think… pairs? well with, you know —‘ you gesture to the elegantly laid out spread of food in front of you — ‘then i’ll trust you and go with that.’

ava grins. ‘yes, beatrice. be our resident sommelier, please.’

beatrice rolls her eyes, again with a blush, but then stands, ignoring ava’s pout. ‘i’ll be right back.’

‘she’s, like, really nice.’

ava lays back with a grin. ‘well she’s on her i was raised by diplomats and nannies most proper behavior right now. i don’t get charcuterie boards like this… ever.’ she takes a bite of cheese. ‘but bea is wonderful. she’s brilliant and funny and so, so kind. she’ll loosen up. i’m really excited you get to spend time with her.’

‘i’m thankful she reached out. i — i’m so happy to be here, and to see you.’

‘me too, my dude.’

beatrice comes back out with fancy real crystal glasses and a bottle of wine she explains is a vintage napa chardonnay, which mostly just makes you think it’s expensive. it probably is, with the way she efficiently uncorks it — ava practically drools, annoying, and you elbow her in the ribs — but it’s, like, really good. at least compared to the cheap wine you sometimes have with your friends when you order greek food.

‘diego,’ beatrice says, measured and anxious and, if ava’s stupid expression is anything to go by, endearing, ‘as you know, i like to surf. although it’s quite early, i was wondering if you might like to join me tomorrow? one of my best friends is an excellent instructor and the wave report looks ideally calm. ava thought you might be interested, if you’d like to learn?’

‘yeah,’ you say. ‘of course. that sounds sick.’

beatrice grins, relaxing a little. ava squeezes her hand. ‘i find it quite fun. it can be hard at first, but it’s nice to be in the water.’

‘diego gets his astounding athletic ability from my side of the family,’ ava says, patting you on the knee.

‘your side of the family?’ beatrice arches a brow.

‘yeah, the orphan side,’ you say, an old joke coming back to you, and ava gives you a high five.

‘i —‘

‘don’t think about it too hard, beatrice. diego also gets his bisexuality from my side of the family too.’

‘now that i’m willing to believe.’

ava winks at you, and then settles back into beatrice’s side.

/

admittedly, you're exhausted, so the mezcal margarita — smoky and just the right amount of sour — is hitting harder than you thought.

'okay,' ava says, 'boys are easy to flirt with.'

beatrice rolls her eyes.

'they are, bea,' she insists, then looks to you. 'sorry, diego, but boys are just... simple. they see someone hot, especially me, and there's, like, no thoughts.'

you think of the way luis had kissed you one night at a party — with his strong hands and his strong jaw and the rough, delicious scratch of his beard — after you'd just offered him a drink politely, so. honestly, that tracks.

'girls, though, diego.'

you laugh.

'you know, people who aren't men.'

'yeah, of course.'

'difficult. i just — whew.'

'aren't you, like, basically married?'

'well, yes, we're domestic partners. but beatrice is horrible at flirting. she's just lucky she's brilliant, and beautiful, and handsome, and funny.'

beatrice rolls her eyes again, although a blush spreads across her cheeks. 'i think i have more women try to flirt with me than you.'

ava huffs. 'that's because you're just — ugh.' she turns toward you. 'bea has grown into being a lesbian magnet. i once was superior. plus, boys flirt with me too.' she claps you on the back. 'either way, between the two of us, we'll teach you everything you need to know.'

'they won't,' one of their friends says, sliding in next to beatrice, who smiles and kisses him on the cheek. he's maybe the hottest person you've ever seen, with tattoos down both arms and a neat fade, probably a few years older than beatrice. 'i'm keiko,' he says, and offers his hand. his handshake is so strong and you feel yourself blush. 'i own the dojo beatrice goes to.'

'my favorite sparring partner,' beatrice says. 'partially because i have never lost.'

keiko waves her off.

'uh, i'm diego.'

ava laughs, delightedly, at how flustered you clearly are.

'well, if you want advice on boys, i am quite successful.'

'i'm sure you are.'

ava gives you a high five, mortifyingly. 'that's my man.'

'i'm cutting both of you off,' beatrice says.

'one shot, bea, please. come on. all we have to do is walk home.'

beatrice sighs dramatically and runs a hand through her hair, and keiko nudges her in the shoulder. 'for once in your life, beatrice, have a little fun.'

it takes a moment, but she laughs. 'fine. one shot, and then home.'

/

you surf the next morning, early as fuck, but you’re kind of jetlagged anyway and it’s really beautiful to watch the sunrise while you rest on a board. you haven’t popped up and you got tired pretty fast, but beatrice’s friend, ray — and beatrice herself, obviously — are patient and relaxed and don’t seem to care at all.  ava wanders out eventually, setting out a towel and drinking a to-go cup of coffee. she waves happily and blows a kiss in beatrice’s direction, who blushes. it had made you laugh, quietly, when she had put a special bucket hat designed for surfing on after she situated her wetsuit.

‘i don’t want to get sunburned,’ she explained, and then handed you a bottle of spf 100 sunscreen and a zinc stick.

eventually you ride a wave in on your knees, laughing, and then go sit by ava while you watch ray and beatrice and the rest of their little crew surf the next set, bigger on the outer break. you can tell beatrice shows off, for ava and, maybe a bit, for you. it's still early, and ava's happy to sit back in the easy quiet.

'hey,' you say after a while, during a break in sets, 'so, beatrice introduced me this morning as "ava's little brother".'

she turns to you, studies your features carefully, just like she always would when you were in the orphanage, trying to pay close attention. 'did that feel okay?'

'other than the fact that i'm taller than you —'

'— hey —'

'— of course,' you say. 'i love being your brother.'

ava scoots closer to you and bumps your shoulder with hers; you have your wetsuit down around your waist and she has one of beatrice's hoodies on, but you've mostly dried off by this point so you put your arm around her shoulders and tug her to you.

'do you, uh. sister? sibling?'

ava smiles. 'either is great.'

'okay.'

'thanks, diego.'

'nothing to thank me for there. i should be thanking you, honestly. all expenses paid trip to a bougie beach house in california to see someone i've missed so much? the dream.'

she sniffles. you don't know all the details but you know ava has been through some real shit after she — came back to life, you guess? 'i missed you too, so so much.' she clears her throat and wipes under her eyes. 'in the spirit of being your cool older sibling, what mild to moderately wild things do you want to do here. i don't want your parents to be mad at me so consider wisely.'

'tattoo.'

'do you have anything planned that you would want?'

'well, no.'

ava laughs.

'what? beatrice has cool tattoos.'

'she is a staunch believer that you should plan your tattoos in advance. but think of something and then next time we'll get you all set up with her artist, if you want.'

there's a level of maturity and care that's a little unexpected but, like, really cool? really nice. it's kind of weird and makes you a bit emotional, because ava is grown up. she's still an idiot, and constantly annoying, and very funny — but she's gotten to get older, and so have you.

'we could dye our hair,' she says, shrugging. 'easy to rectify, if it's a disaster.'

'i'm so in, man.' your hair is darker than hers, and you have no idea if she knows what she's doing, but you trust beatrice — with her neat hair and neat house and neat clothes and seemingly undying love for ava — to monitor the situation.

'maybe we can do the bi flag.'

it makes you laugh, imagining how silly it would look. 'what about just purple? like, a light purple situation.'

'i've done that before,' she tells you excitedly. 'loved it. definitely time to return.'

'deal. also, i want to try california weed.'

ava grins. 'we would have let you last night, you know, but you were actively falling asleep at the bar after one cocktail.'

'it's the time difference, i swear.'

'sure it is.'

'well, bea loves her edibles. she's very particular about them. i'm... much less particular about joints, but we can start off chill. maybe this afternoon. and then we can have tacos.'

'that sounds like a perfect day.'

she smiles. 'yeah,' she says. 'even more perfect because i get to share it with you.'

'gross,' you say, although you might suddenly cry. 'sappy.'

'yeah, yeah. whatever.'

you keep your arm around ava's shoulders and watch beatrice and ray trade tricks the next set, and then they both call it and walk, laughing, toward you. ava struggles to stand with a frown, and you offer your arm for her to take if she wants. she does, smiles quickly in thanks and then, you know too, moves on without a word. she kisses beatrice soundly on the mouth, then pushes her goofy bucket hat off her head, fastened around her neck and resting on the back of her shoulders, and then gratuitously unzips her wetsuit while ray rolls her eyes.

it's a whole big world, you learn more and more every day. ray joins you for breakfast and then ava takes you shopping while you're pretty sure beatrice just naps. ava uses her chair and brings korra, which is mostly just the coolest thing in the world to you, because she has a whole van customized too, and she just — you had known, when you were younger, when ava would get to go outside in her chair, that nothing was limiting her other than care, and access. you had been limited too, and you ached with it. you ache differently now, because ava navigates her day fully and independently: a wheelchair lift for the stairs, and a huge, beautiful closet and kitchen where she can reach everything without having to stand, and korra, who can turn on lights and open doors and brings you a juice from the fridge when you sit down and mention you're thirsty; ava grins with the command and then praises korra, and you scratch her soft head and even softer ears.

beatrice does supervise when you and ava dye your hair, but ava mostly knows what she's doing, and really gets distracted the most when she looks over at beatrice in lowslung joggers and a cutoff tank and a beanie, leaning against the doorframe quietly, a fond expression on her face. ava wears crop tops and wideleg pants and expensive sneakers and you both end up laughing when you have your matching lavender hair.

you eat edibles that make everything feel lush and slow and perfect, and beatrice laughs softly at ava's ramble about her arms, and she orders a ton of her favorite chinese food that you eat on the patio at sunset. you take some pictures on your film camera, at sunset, and beatrice takes a few of you and ava. you wish you could go back in time and tell both of you, when you were small and sad and scared and abused, that things would be this beautiful one day. that things would be this good.

ava and beatrice eventually say goodnight before they head inside to their bedroom. there's too much light pollution in los angeles to see many of the stars, but you know they're there all the same.

#wn #warrior nun fic #avatrice #avatrice fic #butch bea 🥺🫡 #they just get to have such a good life #diego is just like ... wow ... !! ava is so stupid. i love her so much

[midnightsxxvi]

Joints

bestfriend!eddie teaches u to roll a joint.

Contains: innocent!reader; shy!reader; marijuana use; two idiots in love; virgin!reader; non canon; mention of drinking; shotgunning smoke; takes place around ‘87 or ‘88; use of pet names like ‘sweetheart’ and ‘princess’ and ‘honey’; this isn’t smut but it’s on its way to be; no use of y/n.

W/c: 3.2 k

“You’re sure?” Eddie repeated for the third time.

“Please?” You held your hands to your sides, hands clenched and clammy. “You should be surprised I haven’t asked you already.”

Eddie looked you up and down, observing your stance as you appeared in his doorway. As usual, Wayne was at his night shift, and this often meant you were going to Eddie’s unless other plans came up. If Eddie didn’t pick you up, you sometimes drove. Sometimes you’d pick up movies for a movie night, or you’d bring your university textbooks, demanding that he help you study. And then sometimes he’d smoke. You never joined in and he never pressured you; you knew that he sold it, you knew he smoked regularly, even before your friendship grew. It wasn’t a world you ever thought negatively of– you could never think negatively about Eddie– but it was simply something you didn’t understand.

Over the past few months, you’d gotten in a habit of spending nights with him, passing out together first on his couch, and more recently onto his bed. And over these months you’d learned his smoking habits, saw how his body would loosen, or how he moved a little slower than his usual fast paced self.

“I guess you have a point,” Eddie spoke after trying to process your question. “So, you want to try weed? Like, I can make you cookies or something if you want?”

“No, no,” you waved, although you smiled sweetly at the idea of him baking, “I want the whole experience. Teach me to roll it up and stuff. I’ve observed you a couple times and think I could figure it out.”

“You want to learn to roll a joint?”

“Yes.”

“And then smoke it after?”

You bounced your leg a bit, “Eddie, can I please just come inside?

His brows shot up momentarily and he stepped aside, “Shit, yeah, of course.”

You shut the door behind you and instantly began pacing his living room. This wasn’t a completely strange action to witness. Eddie was used to your entrances, circling the living room, surrounded by the mugs and hats and then you’d eventually go to flop onto one of the old couches. You’d have long days, frustrated by someone like your parents or your schoolwork. He’d sit and watch you, listening to your ramblings.

He loved watching you talk, opening up to him. For so long he knew you as someone so quiet, and so any of these moments where you let yourself speak unfiltered, he ate it up every time.

Eddie leaned against the kitchen counter, knowing it was coming.

“I just–” You huffed, avoiding eye contact, “I want to try it! I mean, I know it’s illegal, and I could get in a lot of shit, but I’m here with you all the time anyway! I don’t really care at this point. I know people say it’s not really good for you, and I don’t know the level of legitness thehre but you know what, Eddie? Drinking isn’t good for you either! And you’ve seen how people drink. And I’m curious, okay? I want to see how it feels, and maybe understand you a little more? Plus, it’s fun watching you roll the papers up. It seems so satisfying. LIke, I want to learn that too, yunno?”

Eddie blinked, teasingly asking you, “It’s fun watching me roll?”

You felt your cheeks heat, “Yeah, sure, I guess.”

Eddie grinned, pushing away from the counter to take a few strides toward you. Your pacing came to a stop as he stood in front of you, and he placed his hands on your shoulders. He didn’t yet say anything, just stared at your eyes observantly. The deep brown of his eyes scanned yours. “You’re serious?”

“You’ve asked me this way too many times,” your hands closed together, your fingers tapping against each other. “I am sure.”

“But you seem nervous.”

You turned your head, shying away from his eyes. “I’m always like that.”

He hummed, and stepped back. It was confusing to you when he turned around, walking away from you.

He stopped in the hallway, looking over his shoulder. “You comin’?”

“Oh,” you squeaked, taking a moment before your feet got moving.

Following Eddie, you naturally went right for his bed when you entered his room. You sat on the end, your feet kicked out and tapping around as you waited.

“Alright, princess,” Eddie let out a breath as he kneeled down beside his closet, “Let me teach you a couple things. If you’re just so insistent and demanding!”

You grinned, “I’m not.”

“Mhm.” Eddie dug around a drawer you’d seen him open hundreds of times before. He then started muttering to himself, “Little honey wants to learn to smoke and roll the joint? Who would’ve thought?”

“Eddie,” you giggled.

“Eddie, she says. As though I’m the weirdo here, shaking up the weekend already.”

“Shut up,” you fell back on the bed. You were nervous as hell as mentioned before, but there was a bit of giddiness there.

Eddie was chuckling to himself, holding up and shaking a little baggy of the flower at you, and carrying a little box you knew had the papers and stuff in it.

“So,” he opened the box, “If you’re uncomfortable we can stop, okay? If you back out that’s totally okay. Just let me know if you’re okay.”

“I’ll be okay,” you assured with the shake of your head. “You sound so dramatic.”

He raised a brow at you. “I’m dramatic? You show up at my house acting like you’re about to ask me to commit crimes with you or something.”

“Technically–”

“I meant a crime like… I don’t know. A bank heist. Manslaughter.”

“Jeez, Eds–”

He chuckled, shaking his head at you. “Can you pass me that book over there?”

You turned, assuming he meant a book on his nightstand. He just had this hardcover copy of Animal Farm you had to read for a class. That unit was all done and over with now, and you just happened to leave the book there.

You briefly furrowed your brow in confusion. “Do you use this as some sort of… tray?”

“Occasionally,” he admitted when you handed him the book. “Sorry George Orville.”

“Orwell,” you corrected.

“Whatever, nerd,” he teased.

“Nerd!”

Just for a second, he brushed your forearm, a small gesture of closeness. His touches were always small like that, never wanting to push you too far. It had taken a long time for him to make you feel comfortable with him, and he never wanted to ruin it. Even the nights where you’d share his bed, you kept your distance physically.

Only recently had you fallen asleep with your head on his shoulder. It had only happened a few times so far, and it was truly doing something to him.

This had been stewing for quite some time and he knew it, just didn’t want to catch up with it yet. Developing feelings wasn’t something he allowed toward you. You were his friend, and you trusted him. He felt like a weirdo, or some sort of freak, even thinking of just admitting to himself that he thought about you in ways other than platonic. He kept those thoughts pushed away for as long as he could.

But when you fell asleep on his shoulder that first time, and he felt you settle beside him, your hair smelling so sweet, that he knew he couldn’t deny it anymore.

Still, not like he’d ever admit it.

Eddie got out a little strip of the smaller paper you knew he used for the ends, and then he got out the thinner paper.

“Hold this,” he told you, handing you the smaller strip.

“I roll this, right?”

His tongue briefly darted out and he reached for the little metal cylinder thing. You didn’t know what it was called, only that he used it to crush up the nubs. “Yeah, just wait though.”

He opened the metal thing, the grinded weed sitting there prettily.

“What’s that thing called?” You asked, something that youd wondered for a while.

“A grinder.”

“Oh,” you nodded. “Guess that fits.”

He grinned, “You’re sweet.”

“Why—“

Eddie placed his hands over your one holding the paper, fingers grazing it. “So yeah, roll this up, but I like to kind of fold the edges. About twice, like…” he showed your fingers the action, and you nodded in understanding.

You followed his lead and rolled it up. “Then I use that other paper? Wrap it around.”

His eyes briefly met yours, a hint of amusement there. “Exactly.”

You pressed your lips together and looked at your hands. You grabbed the other paper on your own, using your past observations to figure out how to wrap it around the end. It took a bit of fumbling before it felt right enough.

“Perfect,” he said, slightly amazed, “Don’t move. I’ll put the shit in.”

He gently did so, his fingers seeming so thick contrasted to the half assembled joint.

“Roll it a bit, and we can put more in a sec,” he told you as his fingers moved over yours. “Like… yeah, like that.”

You followed his movements even though he was the one mainly in control. The general shape was created and you were feeling quite proud.

He took it away from you jusy enough to touch it up before he held it closer to your face. “Lick.”

You blinked. “What?”

“Lick the edge,” be told, eyes flickering to your mouth. “Gently. We just need to seal it.”

“Lick it…”

He tilted his head just slightly. “Thought you watched me do this like all the time? You should know that licking it is a step.”

Sure, you thought. Of course you knew it was a step. You’d watched the quick move of his tongue darting out to seal the joint.

Although the way he stared at you felt a little intense, you held his hand to steady it, and leaned forward just enough to lick the edge. His eyes were on your mouth, watching the action carefully.

“Good,” he said as almost a whisper, eyes still lowered. “Then we just fill it.”

You made no move to do so. “Right.”

It took a moment for his thoughts to kick in again. He blinked and then went for the grinder. He finished the joint up then presented it to you. “Do the honours of wrapping it!”

“This all sounds so sexual,” you blurted out.

He cleared his throat, clearly not expecting that. “I guess you’re right.”

You twisted the end up and then held it between you two. “How does it look!”

“Shit, honey, maybe I should have you working for me.”

“Hm. I don’t know. You give employee benefits?”

His eyes flickered to yours. “Uh… free weed.”

“Hm. I’m sure if I asked nicely youd give me that anyway.”

“Bold assumption.”

Your mouth parted, shying away from the teasing tone. “Sorry, I—“

“No, no, you’re right. Especially I’d you asked nicely, as you said.”

You held back a smile, willing your confidence to show up. “What would asking nicely entail, exactly?”

He let out a breathy laugh. “Well, you showing up at my door looking all sweet is already a great example. No way I could’ve resisted that.”

“Oh?”

“Mhm. You don’t know the effect you have on me, sweetheart.”

This was the most forward he’d ever been with you. As a normal reaction, you shied away, tearing your eyes from his gaze. He was going to melt you if he kept looking at you like that. You’d do something stupid and you couldn’t afford that.

“Can we share this now?” You asked, gesturing up the joint.

He nodded, just looking at you a moment longer. He then set aside all the supplies on the floor. He scooted backward in the bed, reaching for his nightstand. He had to lean over across the bed, pawing around for a lighter.

With his other hand, he patted the bed. “C’mere.”

You followed, moving against him, your shoulder less than an inch from his. As though on purpose, he resettled himself as he got his lighter, his shoulder pressing closer and against you then.

“Do you know what to do?” He asked.

“Sorta? I breathe it in and hold?”

“Yeah, just don’t overdo it. You’ll cough, okay? Don’t be shy.”

You were about to apologize for some reason, already feeling shy, but he moved before you found the words. Eddie had brought the joint to your lips, the backs of his knuckles touching your skin. With the other hand, he held his lighter.

“Ready, sweetheart?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, watching as the tip of the joint glowed. Not really knowing what to do with yourself, your hand moved to his wrist, steadying him there.

It burned as you suspected, but tasted how you imagined. You could only breathe in a bit before the tickle got to you and you coughed. Eddie moved his hand away, letting you cough it out.

“Okay?” He asked, peering at you carefully.

You nodded, clearing your throat. “More?”

“You sure?”

“Quit asking me that.”

Eddie cracked a smile and brought the joint to your mouth. He let you inhale, and then he brought the joint to his own mouth so he could join in.

You coughed a little again, and he watched curiously. You were doing better than he expected. He could already see the way your shoulders lost their tension. You weren’t quite feeling it intensely but could already understand the effects. The anticipation of it all was exciting.

“Am I doing good?” You asked. The look you gave him was exactly what he thoight about when you’d mentioned ‘asking nicely.’

His heart skipped. “You’re perfect.”

You leaned back against his pillows, looking pleased with yourself.

He took a few hits before passing it back with a questioning brow.

You grabbed the joint from him and continued. There was a back and forth for a while, and he watched you in awe the whole time. He wanted to learn your body’s reactions. You slowly dazed a little more, scanning the posters and tapestries on the walls. Even though you’d seen his room a million times, you felt in awe of the walls in this new light.

“Hey,” he said softly. “Can I show you something

You craned your neck up to look at him. “What?”

Taking you by surprise, Eddie moved to also lie down, his body closer to yours as he faced you. “You’ve heard of shotgunning?”

You shook your head. Normally his closeness would make you shy away, but you held his gaze, accepting the niceness of it all.

“You share the inhale. Like, you blow it in my mouth.”

You felt your heartbeat pickup. He was so close that you only hoped he couldn’t feel it. He hadn’t explicitly asked the question, but you knew that’s what he wanted to do.

You grabbed the joint from his hands. Bravely, you brought it to your mouth. Through your occupied lips you muttered, “Come here.”

You swore his gaze darkened as he watched you inhale.

Eddie look the lead, his palm resting against your cheek. His thumb grazed your bottom lip as his mouth moved closer to yours than you’d ever been.

Your mouth opened for him, and he brushed his lips against yours. After you gave in, you stayed still, in awe of how he breathed you in.

Eddie’s jaw clenched and he stared at you. The chocolate of his eyes boring into yours. “Let me do it now.”

Wordlessly, you nodded. He felt like he was going to lose it when you were the one who brought the joint to his lips. He breathed in, realizing his thumb was still over your own mouth.

Again, he brought you to him, cupping your jaw more steadily than before. The brush of your lips together drove you both wild.

He was slow and warm and you never knew how much you’d needed this.

“Eddie,” you breathed out, eyes fluttering shut.

The softness of your voice, speaking out his name, was the only push he needed.

Eddie closed the distance between you, his mouth relaxing even more so that he could kiss you properly. Lips still slightly parted, you sighed into the kiss. Eddies hand pulled you closer somehow, his mouth pressing more firmly to yours. In a short manner, you felt his tongue flicker against your lip. You opened more for him, and you swore you heard him groan in the back of his throat.

You were still holding the joint, not really knowing what to do with it. When Eddie went to grab your wrist as suggestion for you to wrap around him, he realized you still had it.

“Wait, give me—“ he grabbed it, took a quick inhale before he turned around enough to snuff it out in a crystal ashtray. The glow sizzled out and he was back toward you right away.

Eddie's mouth moved with yours as though he craved you. He did really, and you knew you craved him too. There was no smoke to inhale, only your breaths to share.

You swore you did not come over indented to make out in his bed, but you weren’t complaining either. This was something you knew you wanted for a long time, just you knew you’d make the move.

Eddie’s leg shifted, one sliding jusy over yours and he used his elbow to lift himself up. He hovered slightly over you, his kiss only deepening.

“Eddie,” you breathed out, pulling your neck back jusy a little.

He pulled away from your mouth, sure, but he didn’t pull his mouth from you in other ways. Eddies kisses only moved downward, his hand finding the back of your head so he could tilt it to give him better access to your neck. Along the delicate skin there, Eddie’s kisses were messier and you couldn’t hold back the whimpers as his tongue swiped your skin. When he lightly sucked your neck, your hands tangled in his hair. He kissed and licked and sucked gently before he reached a spot on your throat that had you squirming.

You’d never done anything like this with anyone, let alone your best friend. But there was no way of going back, and you didn’t want to.

“You’re so responsive,” he hummed against your skin. You could just hear his smirk.

“Mhm,” you hummed, fighting back a moan.

“Is this okay?”

“Yes,” you said breathlessly.

Eddie's fingers fiddled with the bottom hem of your shirt. You could feel the cold of his fingers tickle below your navel.

Although it all felt amazing, a doubt still lingered. Between kisses, any moment he let you catch a breath, tou whispered, “You don’t jusy— want me cause I’m high— right?”

Eddie pulled back, looking at your eyes again. He looked soft and sweet. His fingers moved to push some hair behind your head.

“Oh sweetheart,” he grinned, “You have no idea what you do to me.”

#sorry if formatting is weird Idk what I’ve done #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x y/n #smoking with Eddie #Eddie x innocent!reader #shy!reader #eddie munson x shy!reader #marijuana use #rolling joints with Eddie #ahhhh idk!!’ #bestfriend!eddie #I roll really good joints and I will take no criticisms about that #Eddie Munson x reader #eddie munson x gn!reader

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Scared to be Happy (part 2) - Leah Williamson x reader

Not ready proof! Hope you like it. :)

Word count: +1.9k

Part 1

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You wake up in the next day feeling a little better, you do your morning routine then you hear someone knocking on the door.

What you really didn’t expect is to see Leah standing outside when you open the door. You blink twice to be sure.

“Hi. I... Can I come in? If not, It’s fine I just came to see if you were okay... But you’re home and safe and...” She begins rambling, not looking your eyes. Not even looking at you at all.

“Come in.” You stop her and step aside so she could come in. You sit on the couch, she sits on the other end.

“I’m sorry for leaving without saying anything... I just – I had a lot on me and I couldn’t handle it. I’m really sorry.” You say looking at her. You didn’t lie, so that wasn’t hard.

“I got worried... I thought I did something bad or off limites, you know... I went after you, I wanted to check on you here but Viv stoped me... We had a conversation and she made me realise it was best to give you the night.” The blonde says looking back at you, it was the first time that she looked your way since she got in your home. “You have been crying.” She says noticing your bloodshot eyes. It’s when you knew you couldn’t run of this conversation.

“Yeah... Uh... Thank you for giving me the time, I really needed it. And you didn’t do anything wrong last night or ever... I was scared. Actually, I still am. I don’t like having feelings so I try to deny any feelings, even to myself... But yesterday I realised it and It got me freaked out.” You take a deep breath and look at the floor. She keeps silent waiting for you to continue.

“I think I haven’t told you how my last relationship ended... My ex just came to me one day out of nowhere and said she was confused about her feelings but she took so long to realise it that it never made sense. Anyways... I just told you that for you know the reason why I don’t like having feelings for someone and for things to make sense to you.” After you finish, you look at her and notice she’s closer to you, her thighs almost touching yours.

“I’m sorry to hear that. They’re and idiot for doing that to you. I mean... Look at you who could someone not be in love with you? You’re gorgeous, smart, hot, funny, talented, can cook... I could say things all day long.” You blush at that and for the first time since you found out about your feelings, you had a smile on your face. She grabs your hands and look right into your eyes. You can see she’s having a battle inside her head, but she takes a deep breath and says.

“I really want you to be happy and I hope the person you have feelings for makes you happy... Even if it hurts me I’ll always stay here for you.” You frown.

“What do you mean ‘it hurts you’?” She closes her eyes before saying. “I’m love with you.”

Your mind go blank. What? When? How? It’s only when she gets up that you realise you haven’t said anything. You stand in front of her.

“I’m in love with you too. I’m sorry for not saying anything first it just got m-“ She interrupts you by putting her hands on your cheeks and kissing your lips. You grab her waist and puts her closer.

“God, you’re so stupid.” She says to you as soon as the kiss ended. You pout and she gives it a kiss.

“I’m sorry, it’s just so hard to belive I could have a chance with THE Leah Williamson.” She taps your shouder and gives you another kiss.

“I’m 100% sure of my feelings for you. Just to be clear, alright? I wouldn’t dare to loose you. I’m not them, you don’t have to be afraid of being happy. But we can make things slow if that’s better for you.” You could see in her eyes she was telling you the truth.

“Thank you for being so understanding, I really appreciate that. I guess we could go slow, but not just on my time... It has to be our time. I really like you and I promise I’ll not run away anymore, not like that.” You say and she nods while smiling softly at you.

“Okay... Now, would you like to at least text the others saying you’re okay? They’re worried and I pretty sure Katie’ll be here at any minute if she doesn’t hear anything from you.” You growls and go find your phone once you do, you type a quick text saying you’re fine and just got a stomach ache. You didn’t really wanted to have this conversation over phone.

“Would you like to stay here? We could watch some Netflix and have cuddles.” You ask the defender and she quickly nods.

 .

You both stay on couch all day, when the evening comes and she has to leave you growl.

“I don’t want to leave either but I had alredy said to Alex I would go out with her tonight. But we can have a date tomorrow night if you want to?” She says to you while getting up from the couch.

“I would love to. We can go have a walk on the beach after too.” You walk to the door. She gets closer to you, smiling.

“I really like you.” She hugs you and give your cheek a kiss.

“I like you too, a lot.” You put your hands on the back of her head and brings her closer to kiss her lips while she grabs your waist and reciprocate. You break the kiss when air becomes necessary.

“I’ll go now or I won’t ever be able to go. See you tomorrow.” She gives you one last peck on the lips.

.

You both went to bed that night with a big smile.

.

The next day go by quickly and soon you are with Leah again. You’re both on the way to the restaurant. She’s driving while you’re just happy to enjoy the view (the view = Leah driving).

She takes you to a restaurant in front of the beach, it was amazing. You sit a table away from the rest, having some privacy. You both in front of each other and as soon as you make the order she takes your hand in hers, running her finger on the back of your hand, making small circles.

“Alex figured something had happened on the first 30 minutes we were together so I told her we’re together. I hope this doesn’t botter you.” She starts with a worried look in her eyes.

“It’s okay, she’s your best friend. As for the team... I won’t hide anything from the but I want them to find out for themself, if that’s okay to you. They really gave me a hard time saying a looked like a puppy after you, it’s time for a little revenge.” She laughs and shakes her head.

“Sure. I won’t hide either but it would be good to be just us for some time, I mean with no one trying to say something. I don’t want you to hurry because of them or something.” She lets your hand go when the waiter brings the orders.

“I won’t, promise. We can just be ourselves, we were always close and touchy I don’t think they would notice something is diferent.” You say once the waiter is out of view.

“Alex noticed because, according to her, ‘I had this big ‘so in love’ smile on my face’ but we around the team I have to be professional and focused. I think we’re going to be okay.” She affirms and start eating.

.

After have dessert you go take a walk on the beach, hand in hand.

You’re both enjoying the silence and each others company when you stop. Seeing no one is around you grabs her closer by the waist and gives her a kiss that soon becomes passionate. She puts her hands inside of your blouse touching slight your abs making you groan with the feeling, only breaking apart when air is needed.

“Do you want to stay over the night at my house? We don’t have to do – I mean if you want that’s okay but if-”

“Shh... I want to. All of it.” You cut her off and she kisses you again.

After you break the kiss you go to her house, sleep was the last thing you did that night.

.

You didn’t see Leah in the last day off. Instead, you go to Katie’s.

“So, when will you quit the bullshit and tell me what really whappened that night?” She says after a while, you  were playing FIFA Against each other. You take a deep breath, you knew you couldn’t run Forever.

“I realised I have feelings for Leah but because of past trauma I couldn’t handle it so I just ran away.”

“It was about time-“ She looked your way with that and you just took the oportunity to make a goal on her.

“YES!” You cut her and she looks back to TV only to growl and shove you arm. “And you’re alredy cheating just like her, c’mom!”

“I’m not cheating you are the one not playing right! It’s not my fault.” She pauses the game. “What?” You look at her now.

“What are you going to do about your feelings? She’s a good one, I trust your heart with her. Plus you alredy know each other, be with each other all time... You are even all touchy! I mean, Leah doesn’t stay that much time in a hug with nobody but she doesn’t seen toc are when it’s you. She even starts all the disgusting stuff you do.”

“Oh shut up! We’re not disgusting.” You press the button on her console and continue the game. “I’m telling you because you’re my best friend and I would be really mad if it was otherwise. She came to my house the other day and we talked abou tour feelings and decided to takes things at our time. We have been on a date and slept together. That’s all. Oh, and she told Alex because she kinda figured out something happened with her.”

She pauses the game again and you put the console down giving up playing.

“And you were not planing on tell me any of this? I could end our friendship right now...” You laugh and hug her.

“Stop it you know I love you.” She pushes you away playfully.

“You’re lucky I love you too.” You give her a kiss on the cheek. “But for real, I’m happy that you’re finally together, it was awful to see how over each other you were. Also, I don’t think I can have the shovel talk with her because you know, she can be scary but I’ll for sure break her legs if she breaks your heart.” You hug her again.

“Thank you but I don’t think I want you to do it since we all play for the same team you. And we would like to keep on the low for now, since we don’t have anything official and we are at the beginning...” She agrees and hugs you back.

“I’ll try my best to not say anything to every person I see.” She jokes and you roll your eyes.

“I alredy regret it.”

#leah williamson x reader #leah williamson #leah williamson imagine #woso x reader #woso imagine #katie mccabe #womens soccer

[vee-foxington]

Coming Home (Poly!BillyxReaderXStu)

(Sup, so this is my first story on Tumblr so please give me a break if it sucks. I recently had this idea of the reader leaving after Billy and Stu break up with them for 'unknown' reasons but the reader returns to Woodsboro after Casey Becker is killed. Anyways, here's what I've been able to come up with so far and sorry for any spelling errors.)

Warnings: Transphobia, Drugs, Alcohol, Gore/Blood, Murder, Mentions of Sexual stuff

The sun beat against the boiling concrete. It was the summer before their Sophomore year of high school and things had been moving rather slowly since the end of the last school year.

Ding Dong! Bang Bang!

"Coming!" A woman dressed in a white suit opened the door and smiled.

"Billy! Stu! Welcome! She's just up stairs in her room. I'm sure you boys know where that is already." The woman stepped aside, her overly large gold necklace clinking with her movement.

Billy eyed the almost empty living room suspiciously but Stu took no notice of it as he darted up the stairs towards Y/n's room.

"Y/n! We're here!" Stu yelled as he came barreling through the door. Y/n chuckled as they jumped to their feet and ran to hug him.

"Where's my hug?" Came Billy's voice from behind them. Y/n giggled and let go of Stu before wrapping their arms around Billy's waist.

"Right here." Y/n spoke as Billy smiled and closed the door behind the three of them. Stu flung himself onto Y/n's bed while Billy sat down on the edge of the bed. Y/n sat down and began to play with Stu's hair, a smile on both of their faces.

"I'm glad you guys came. I actually have something to tell you guys." Stu sat up and fidgeted nervously while glancing at Billy. Billy simply looked down as he spoke.

"Actually, we have something to tell you as well." Y/n frowned slightly as this and signaled for the two boys to continue. Billy spoke first.

"You see... we... I don't know how to... you have to understand..." Stu seemed to have burst at Billy's rambling.

"We want to break up with you." There was stunned silence as Stu's words sunk in. The boys' eyes flitted from the ground to Y/n's face. Slowly but surely the words Stu had spoken dragged Y/n's face down.

"I see...... well... then I guess what I had to say won't matter much." The boys looked up as Y/n spoke.

"What were you going to tell us?" Billy asked with hesitant curiosity.

"I'm moving to LA." Billy and Stu felt a stab to their hearts as those words washed away any plans they had previously made.

"You can't be serious. You're moving?" Y/n nodded and Stu feel silent once more. Suddenly, Billy stood with his face tilted towards the ground.

"Well, that settles it. We're done." Y/n's eyes filled with hurt as Billy exited the room with those final words. Stu glanced between Y/n and door Billy had walked through before sighing and following Billy out of the house.

Y/n was left alone in their room. Shattered and stained with tears.

(This is all I felt like writing today. So, I'll get back with a part 2 later. Byee!)

#poly billy loomis x reader x stu macher #scream movies #scream #scream franchise #billy loomis #billy x reader #stu x reader #stu x billy #fanfic #random #random thoughts #short story

[shovelbug]

Hello! Could you please write something about Arven with a s/o who works as a librarian at Naranja/Uva Academy and helps him do research on the Herba Mystica to heal Mabosstiff and then they fall in love? I headcanon Arven as a young adult (he's canonically about to graduate) so I think it'd be really cute! Bonus points if he sees her interact cutely with some of the younger students or infodump to him and he just swoons.

Thanks so much, have a great day and drink lots of water! I'm so happy to see people writing for Pokemon Scarlet/Violet, so thank you for your service!

this is a very cute request, and i had so much fun writing it. i hope you enjoy reading it as much as i liked making it.

Arven x Librarian! Reader

The first time you met Arven, you were honestly a little taken aback. It's not rare for students to come into the library looking for something in particular, either for their studies or the treasure hunt, but you don't think you've ever seen him outside of the culinary courses.

You don't miss the note of desperation in his tone, but you choose not to comment on it.

Regardless, your job is to help, so you locate a book on the "Herba Mystica", a rare herb that can help with all sorts of ailments.

You have your partner pokemon fetch it from one of the higher shelves, and he thanks you and quickly goes on his way.

The next time Arven is at the Academy, he stops by again to get your opinion on something in the book. He'd really rather do it himself, but he'd hit a wall.

When he sees you, surrounded by a group of younger students sitting around you as you read a storybook to them, complete with silly voices and all, he finds himself smiling.

Oh, you're cute.

You brighten up when you see him, and let the kids pass around the storybook as you go to talk to him.

Why does he feel so warm all of a sudden?

Putting that aside, you happily help him with what he was having trouble with. You've been doing your own research, and you're a little curious. So, you ask.

"Hey, Arven... what's all this for, anyways?"

Arven winces. He could just lie and tell you it's for cooking, but...

He pulls you aside and cautiously takes out Mabosstiff from his poke ball.

Understanding dawns on your face as you see the weakened pokemon's form.

Arven is mentally preparing him for a barrage of questions, but instead you just lean down and gently pet Mabosstiff.

"Oh, sweet thing..." you murmur softly.

You think you understand, now. You get up and face Arven with a determined smile on your face, declaring you're gonna help him and Mabosstiff.

A part of him thinks you're a bit of a maniac to help him so readily, but he's too grateful to really care.

He leaves the library once again, this time with a warm feeling in his chest.

The two of you go on your way and challenge the Titans and get a couple Herba Mystica (during which Arven finds out you're a skilled trainer as well as crazy smart)

After one of your escapades, both resting after defeating another Titan, you start rambling about some of your discoveries while Arven fixes the two of you some sandwiches.

"So I was digging through some information on the Herba Mystica, and apparently the Bitter variety can help circulation and body temperature regulation, isn't that amazing? I wonder how that works..."

Arven's back is to you when you trail off, and he turns to you, puzzled expression on his face.

"Why'd you stop?"

You feel warm. "Oh! I just didn't want to be annoying, i guess?"

He huffs. "Don't sweat it, little buddy. It's more helpful than anything." And hands you your sandwich.

Really, he just likes listening to you.

When you guys get the final Herba Mystica and Mabosstiff recovers, you smile as you see the duo's happiness.

You were trying to give them space, but Mabosstiff knocks you down and barks happily, nuzzling into you as his tail wags excitedly.

"Haha, it looks like Mabosstiff wants to say thank you, little buddy!"

#arven x reader #arven x gender neutral reader #pokemon x reader #pokemon sv x reader #i had a blast with this one #thank you for your kind words as well :)

[aether-friskets]

Why I Headcanon Waylon Park as a Trans Guy?

it came to me in a dream.

ok but jokes aside (well not entirely it DID actually originate because of a dream i had getting interrupted by a nonexistent video essay on the topic... dreams are weird man), i do want to try talking about my reasoning for this (although it's totally legit to hc a character as trans purely because you want to!! thats totally based also lol), because maybe it'd be interesting to hear the lens through which i saw this game? idk lol but i'm doing it anyway... below the cut in case it gets long

Ok immediate prefaces, A: i doubt this was actually the intended at all and i'm not trying to say it's canon, just saying why i read it that way :3 and B: this will probably be a rambling mess and I apologize, I'll try to make it somewhat make sense.

I guess I'll start with: a whole major thing of Outlast, is fighting to tear down this large corporation, that is like. the embodiment of shitty systems that exploit people (this post by bry mentions that general topic, although more focused on miles' angle). It's worth noting because, to me at least, fighting these sorts of systems really aligns with a lot of queer folks (and basically any group that gets fucked over by the system, which is most of them loll). There's like, this whole thing of Waylon seemingly fitting that image of the ideal typical man, with the wife and kids and a job, but he has to risk all of that to do what he feels is the right thing.

(Oh yeah, I guess quick tangent on that note. Yes I know in canon we literally see his dick lmao and also we know he has kids, which you might think would deter my hc here. but A: i already said ik it's probably not canon, i can still read into it regardless. B: intersex ppl exist. C: phalloplasty and other similar procedures exist. D: ppl can have kids in non-traditional way. so im prob not gonna cover that element of it more)

My brain hasn't been able to help but interpret his whole journey in a queer way, because i played it as a teenager still in the throes of understanding my identity and place in the world, so in the end this might not even make sense to anyone else. But, I'm trying to explain, so I'll continue to regardless.

I kind of saw it as Waylon hiding in the protection of an "ideal" life. On the surface he looks like he's in that American ideal family, but it's a subversion. He's only one of them because they think he is. Because he doesn't step out of line. Unlike Miles, who's more outspoken about issues, who seemingly has no one around him. He's treated as part of this "ideal" world, while working in the background to try and stop the exploitation and immoral acts going on.

When he's caught, when he's seen as something more complicated than first imagined, he's cast out. Lumped in with the same people being exploited by Murkoff already. He isn't "human" to them anymore. He's something else. Something they don't like.

Although the violence brought upon him is by the variants, it is still in part Murkoff's doing, since they fucked these people up via these experiments to a point of heightened violence and just generally ruining their lives more than they already had been by whatever they had done prior. That being said, they are still responsible for their own actions.

the stuff with Eddie is definitely the part that most resonated with me through this lens. I remember first playing it, and he scared me the most, for a lot of reasons. One of which being what he represented. He's The Groom. He wants someone to be his Bride, and you're it, even if you don't want that. As someone who's aroace AND already knew at that point that i wasn't a girl, this guy felt like a human embodiment of the pressures to fit what was expected of you. That one day, you'll be married and have kids. If you don't, then you're worthless.

But it's interesting especially, because Waylon IS married. He has kids already. He has that family. The difference is, in this hypothetical trans lens, he's not "really" in a traditional family. He's "pretending", as some might see it, because he's not "really one of them". Being Eddie's Bride is the situation that would've been expected of him, but he said "fuck that", and did his own thing.

Plus, like, with Eddie in particular, you will NEVER be what he wants. He will try to make his perfect bride, but you'll never be it. Even before Mount Massive, no one was what he wanted, judging by all the people he killed. He's a broken man desiring something but never liking his options.

Also just fucking. these lines from eddie make me lose my mind.

That part of you the world sees, they think it's perfect. As God intended. Even these idiots and lunatics see it. There's something special about you. On the surface. But when they look deeper, when anybody with eyes to see looks at what you truly are. That's why they don't trust you. You're not what you're meant to be. Not yet. This place can see into your mind. And the things you've done. Oh, they're a sin, darling.

like HELLO??

I know it's probably just Eddie rambling but it felt like he reached through the screen and grabbed me by the throat like.

Anyway in actual relation to my point. uh. Remember the thing I said about Waylon being a "fake" typical family? This kind of relates to that. Like, on the surface, he seems like he's got this perfect typical American family, he's "as God intended" (which. bro. i swear that exact phrase has been used against trans people so many times). But if you look closer, you'll realize there's more to it than that. Also like, going from the "as God intended" line to the thing about the things he's done being a sin, like hmmm. Maybe I'm reading into that too much, considering we know Eddie wants to make you into his Bride, so of course he's gonna think stuff like that. But still. It's a bit interesting to me.

Plus, it's interesting how, despite having a wife and kids, he's still more... feminized, I guess, than any other characters in this game. Both in the game itself, and within the fandom. Like, not just Eddie literally calling him a woman and trying to make him his bride, but also stuff like a variant near the beginning calling him a "pretty flower" before threatening him, Andrew (one of the staff) licking his face at the beginning of the game... A lot of violence and sexual-ish acts that are often directed at women in media. Even Frank, who I don't have as much to say about here, has some weirdly sexual undertones to his whole cannibalism thing.

This isn't entirely related but one part of the game that still sticks with me but I don't see mentioned as much, is near the beginning. Those guys stabbing the dead staff member. One of them remarks that "there are no observers here" and "do you think you're different? Something special?", which I think helps cement the whole idea that he's treated the same as the rest of people being exploited by Murkoff now. There's no turning back to that "ideal" life you were hiding in before. Hell, that's definitely reinforced more at the end of the game, when you choose to publish your footage, knowing Murkoff will come after you for it, and probably ruin your life. Maybe there's more interesting things to glean from that, but i thought they were interesting lines nonetheless.

anyway, overall I know this is probably just the ramblings of a trans/generally queer person reading WAY too much into a character that I happened to resonate with when i played the game, but i thought maybe it would be interesting for others to understand what would lead me to this conclusion? Anyway, that's all i've got on the subject right now, so I hope it was at least a little interesting.

#outlast #outlast whistleblower #waylon park #im risking tagging this even tho im embarrassed lol #i feel like this will all sound silly #but i guess its a personal view/experience #not a objective truth #so like w/e #anyway i wrote this despite having a project due today that i havent started #:P #i may die

[havocskies]

OBSESSION | DANNY JOHNSON X READER PART 1

please please PLEASEEEE keep in mind this is a very old fic i started on quotev/wattpad and am now moving here. this is NINE MONTHS OLD i swear my writing has gotten better, part 2 is already done and part 3 will be worked on. it's quality will be much better i swear.

ೃ⁀➷ You have always been teased about being 'obsessed' with Jed Olsen, a well known journalist that often writes about this killer that has been named 'Ghostface.' While you're only interested in catching this killer and have never thought of yourself as obsessed, a certain killer going by the name Jed Olsen is.

TWs: gore, death, kidnapping, stalking, all that fun stuff. everything you should expect in a dead by daylight/scream fanfic

part 1. part 2.

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Each key being pressed down fills the silence of your room, the bright screen illuminating the darkness that enveloped your home. Even though you were a journalist, and a decently well known one, you had never seen the reason for using one of your extra rooms for an office. It took too much money and you never knew when you'd need the guest room. Working in your own room was preferable anyway, despite all of the studies about one's room being one of the worst spaces to be a working space. You let out a sigh, momentarily lifting your hand to rub your exhausted eyes. You could never understand how Jed Olsen, that practically famous journalist, always got so many articles done. You admired him for that, and for his writing in general.

     Writing was your job, and you had to get something out soon, but sleeping and putting your writing aside seemed awfully tempting as your body fought more and more to take care of itself. In one quick action you forced your laptop screen down and stared at the empty pitch black of your surroundings. Sighing, you pick up the device and slowly saunter over to your desk to put it away. You fumble with the cord as you struggle to actually charge your computer, but end up completely dropping it despite your efforts at the sudden ringing of your phone.

     Grumbling especially angry words to yourself you walked over to the light of your phone, tripping over something that you had left on the ground at some point. Taking a moment to take a deep breath, you answer the phone and bring it your ear. There was no point in sharing your angry mood, even if it was 1:00 in the morning.

     "Hello? I'm sorry for the wait, I -"

     "Hello, is this y/n?"

     You pause, your breath the only thing heard for a few moments. You don't recognize the voice, and as far as you know there weren't any people from your job who needed you for anything.

     "Hello?"

     "Oh - yes, yes, this is y/n. I apologize, I'm - a little tired." 

     "Good, good. I'm uh - a big fan of your work. Your writing."

     Despite the considerably odd way of complimenting, you smile. You had never expected someone to call in the middle of the night just to compliment your writing, but there's a first for everything. 

     "Especially on that, uh, killer. . . Ghostface, was it? Yeah, he's interesting."

     "I guess you could call him that. or her, or them. I guess no one really knows, huh? I just want them caught, the thought of people constantly being killed just. . . bothers me, y'know? I wanna make a difference, especially when it comes to disgusting people like that. Who could even - kill? I'm sorry for rambling, I should probably let you go to bed. It's pretty late. I'm a little tired, too."

     "Exactly what I think. You know, you should turn on your light. I can't see you."

     You take a quick breath through your nose as your eyes scan the darkness around you. What did he say? It was silly trying to navigate your room in such a nervous state without being able to see, but you try nonetheless. Opening your door, you make your way to all of the windows in your home first, knowing the doors would be locked. The flashlight from your phone illuminates your path, the phone now put on speaker.

     "Where are you?" you inquire hesitantly. You weren't really sure if you wanted the answer, but talking to the person on the phone was the only thing keeping you from breaking down completely. First window, locked.

     "Why would I tell you that?" Clearly the other has dropped the innocent act, likely bored from playing along or ready to kill you any minute now. Both were equally as unnerving. Now that he was on speaker it constantly sounded as though he were right beside you every time he spoke. You regret your decision a little, but you have to check the house.

     "I don't know." You are surprised your blood hadn't froze in your veins considering how cold it turned. The window in your kitchen was unlocked and opened. He was in the house. Fumbling with your phone to try and not shatter it on the floor, you rush to turn on the light so you can finally take the intruder off of speaker mode and see. "Who are you?"

     "I think you know. You've been writing about me a lot lately."

     You pause for a moment until the realization smacks you in the face and calls you stupid. Ghostface. Ghostface is in your home right now, and you are likely going to be in an article written by Jed Olsen. Why'd it have to be in this circumstance? You are only going to be remembered as a victim of Ghostface. 'Oh, also they were a journalist, but that's not really important.'

     You quickly grab a knife from one of the drawers, the biggest one you own. Considering your arm looks as though it were a small child taking dance lessons for the first time, you aren't really sure if you'd be able to defend yourself properly. 

     “I'm going to call the cops and I'll get you arrested, do you hear me? Even if you kill me they'll realize I'm dead!" You spat, your venomous words simply a facade. 

     "I'll kill you before then. Don't waste their time."

     You let out a sob, half running half stumbling out of the kitchen in a panicked frenzy as you struggle to navigate your own home. The living room. You needed to be in the living room. That way if you needed to you could run to another room or outside, either one. Shakily holding the knife away from your trembling body you glance around, horrified breaths escaping your lungs rapidly. You were going to die in your own home, and you wouldn't even get payed for your next article you were working on. 

     A loud noise causes you to jump and harshly point the knife towards the source. The door. You almost hesitate, unsure of who was there, until you heard the sound of your neighbor calling your name. With a cry of relief you fumbled with the locks and quickly opened the door only to be met with a ghostly mask worn by a man holding a device. Upon seeing him click a button and hearing the sound of your neighbor calling your name again you turn in an attempt to run away, your feet tripping over themselves. You were too slow, however, and he had already predicted your attempt to escape. 

     You try to scream and fight back but find one hand on your mouth and the other around your arms, holding you in place. Regardless, you scream, kick, and throw your arms around the best you can. It does absolutely nothing. You can see his knife grasped in his hand holding your arms to your sides, a shine of light reflecting off of the cold metal. You were going to die, you were going to die, you -

     "Now, if you want to live, you'll go right to your room and open that laptop of yours, got it?" The killer demands as though you don't have a choice, and you really don't. Apparently deciding you aren't likely to scream for help at this point he slowly removes his hand from your face, switching the knife from his other hand to his newly free one. "If you don't, I'll kill you. Understand?"

     You don't think you've ever nodded so fast in your life. Apparently accepting your answer, Ghostface allows you to quickly walk to your room, staying close behind and not allowing you to go to any other destination. Of course he knew where your room was. As you made it to your room you flipped the light switch, barely reacting to the sudden absence of the dark. You had other things to worry about.

     As soon as you entered your room you heard a click. He had shut the door and was now standing right in front of it, not allowing you to leave even if you were dumb enough to try. You hadn't noticed before, but you were crying and your breathing was heavily uneven, filling the silence that tormented you. Rushing over to your laptop, you opened it, looking back at the killer in your room nervously as your gaze flicked between his mask and his knife.

     "Show me your newest article, the one you're working on. Do it for your number one fan." While you couldn't see his face, you could practically sense the smile pulling the corners of his lips upward. You nodded, your fear overwhelming you as you shakily pulled up the screen to your work in progress, placing the laptop on the bed close to the man before taking a few steps away. He chuckled, picked the laptop up, read possibly a few words, and set it back down. Though you had stopped crying, you definitely were in no way, shape, or form calm. You were absolutely terrified, and rightly so.

     "Why don't you finish it for me? I would kill to see what's in the mind of the greatest journalist of all time." He chuckled again, sitting down on your bed and motioning for you to sit next to him. You do, in fear of angering him, and place your laptop onto your lap. While you scroll down to find where you had left off you could hear his breathing directly next to your face as he leaned in to look closer. You couldn't imagine the vision was very good in that mask, but him being so close to you so casually made you undoubtedly nervous.

     With a deep breath you begin typing with shaky fingers, often pausing to try your best to collect your thoughts and put them onto the screen. It proved extremely difficult focusing when a famous murderer was right there, right next to you, reading every single letter you were writing as if it was the answer to life itself. After a while his presence became incredibly overwhelming and you struggled to think, your fingers hovered over various painted letters as you stare blankly at the bright light of the screen. The man must have caught onto your growing fear because he leaned back from your laptop and stared at you, his knife tapping against his knee as he stayed still, seemingly in thought or just observing you.

     You didn't think you could grow any more uncomfortable, but here you are. Eventually you stared down at your keyboard, giving up on the attempt to look at though you were busy. Your entire body shook, your eyes growing blurry once tears began to form once again. He was going to kill you now. You couldn't even think straight, all that had been going through your mind while writing was ways he could and would kill you. You messed up. You messed up. You messed up.

     Your thoughts were interrupted by a gloved hand carefully taking your jaw and adjusting your head so that you were staring right at the horrifying mask you had been hoping to avoid looking at. Your entire body shook as you glanced down at the knife held in his hands. You wanted to watch it to be ready for any attack, but you couldn't help but stare at the mask hiding the killer's face.

     "I won't kill you." he assures as though it would calm you down right then and there. "Not unless I have to, anyway." 

     Your breath hitches and your eyes immediately shut, blurry with fresh tears. You want to disappear, but unfortunately you can't. Trying to think about what the rest of your day had been like you wonder how it had even took this turn. If you had told yourself a few hours ago the most famous killer in your town was going to break into your home and request to read your work they would laugh in your face. You wouldn't blame them.

     The feeling of a leather glove wiping away the tears, new and old, on your face causes you to flinch and open your eyes once again. He was much closer than before, possibly just an inch away from your face. You hadn't even heard him shift forward while you were stuck in your thoughts. Shocked, you try to move back a little only for the Ghostface to wrap an arm around you and keep you close to him, grab the laptop from your lap and place it on his. By the way he was holding you next to him you could barely even move, only causing you to worry further. 

     He hadn't even attempted to hurt you once. Perhaps it was the mere fact that he had hurt, even killed, people before and likely never stressed over it. From what you have heard he even took pride in his 'work', taking pictures of victims and whatnot. You hoped he hadn't taken any pictures of you at some point. He must have stalked you for a while, a few weeks at the least, to know where everything in your house was. As far as you were aware he could've even been in your house before already! You didn't want to even take the chance of trusting him.

     He soon began typing, finishing the work for you instead of forcing you to do it. His knife sat beside him on the bed. Upon noticing you staring at it, he glances between you and the weapon and carefully moved it farther away from him in order to assure he had no plans on harming you anytime soon. The action almost made him seem more human, as if he weren't a murderer that broke into your home and threatened your life multiple times. He seemed almost unsure, nervous that you would suddenly panic and lash out again in an attempt to escape him.

     You stare at the screen absentmindedly for a moment before looking down at your lap and letting out a shaky breath. The killer's hand carefully pats the side of your head for just a moment before returning to its place around your torso, likely another awkward attempt to comfort you. For a killer, you noticed, he was incredibly awkward. When he wasn't ready to murder you at any moment, that is. Though you were absolutely nowhere close to relaxing, you couldn't help but feel more calm than you were before. Even so, you refuse to allow yourself to let your guard down. This was a killer, he can and will likely kill you without another thought. 

     You hadn't meant to, but at some point you had zoned out completely. The only thing taking you out of your thoughts was Ghostface's arm leaving you and him placing your laptop in your lap before retrieving his knife. He pointed the blade towards you, moving it around with small motions as he spoke.

     "I may not have killed you now, but I'll have no problem doing so if I find the cops at my door, got it?" he threatened, clearly waiting for an answer. Your fear returning, you nod and watch him leave your room, likely exiting your home from the same window he had entered. You didn't bother to follow him out. Instead you stared at the now finished article with tired and shocked eyes, barely hearing the sound of your kitchen window shutting.

#ghostface #ghostface x reader #ghostface x y/n #ghostface x you #danny johnson #danny johnson x you #danny johnson x reader #jed olsen #jed olsen x reader #dbd ghostface #dbd ghostface x reader #scream #scream movie #scream 1996 #scream 1 #scream 2 #scream 3 #scream 4 #scream 5 #dead by daylight #dead by daylight fanfic #dbd #dbd fanfic #fanfic #x reader #fanfiction #havocskies #horror #slashers #slasher x y/n

[tadpolesonalgae]

Omg ICBMTHY is so so good! I binged it this morning and i am already obsessed!! 😍😍

Also can we talk about how awful all of the IC is in this? Like not one of them has tried to talk to her, to try to understand her? Do you people not care?! She’s clearly suffering in silence, just because her pain is not as obvious a her sister’s it doesn’t mean it’s not there!!! Ugh, they make me so mad.

Also Eris. I love his character so so much but i have to admit he was a bit o a d*ck to our dear Reader with tho whole swan thing. I hope he sees that and apologizes or something and they actually become really good friends. Like he could teach her about how things works in Prythian and how to have some self-worth and dignity.

And Azriel omg just this bat needs a good slap. I honestly would rather the Reader end up with Eris or Helion. This Azriel is so mean and toxic. Like babe, if you want to end up with her you have a WHOLE lot to make up for.

And i really hope the Reader leave the Night Court. Just like flees in the night and makes them al regret being such d*cks to her. Like she could go to the exiles with Lucien, to Autumn with Eris or Day with Helion. I mean i would even be happy if she went to Spring tbh.

Anyway sorry for the rambling but i needed to get it all out. Your writing is amazing and I cannot wait to see what happens now and to read everything else you have!!

Lots of love 💕

Warnings below: mentions of ableism + human experimentation

This sort of stuff (regarding how obvious someone’s problems are) really interests me in a fantasy setting? I mean, the whole idea of mental disorders is a pretty recent realisation? I’m fairly certain that doctors/surgeons would sometimes operate on disabled people because they thought they couldn’t feel pain and were sub-human which is pretty horrific to think about :/

What I’m saying is I wonder how advanced their medical knowledge is? If technical terms exist??? Is the concept of mental health well-known???? Fun stuff 🥳

I mean, Feyre’s trauma manifested both physically and mentally; Nesta’s seemed much more internal though as a consequence it did have an impact on her physical health also, while reader so far has managed to keep to herself and aside from that one burst with Feyre, she hasn’t really shown many obvious signs to pick up on?

The Eris scene makes me laugh 🤩

He definitely should apologise, but… well, he’s Eris. Outlook not too good 🤔

WOW

You know it’s getting bad when you want reader to run away to the Spring Court 😭

Jokes aside, there is a fun little trip coming up (I would guess maybe two chapters away but I’m not sure? I want to keep the story entertaining but I also don’t want to rush any of the developments :/)

And please don’t apologise for rambling, I absolutely love reading your thoughts! It’s so fun to interact with these sorts of asks and seeing your reactions 🧡💛

#anons <3 #CBMTHY

[jackienautism]

So for life is strange did you save the town or Chloe bc as much as I liked Chloe - Kate was my girl and I tried way to hard to make sure she didn’t DIE - ain’t no way I was letting my girl get taken by the storm im sorry Chloe 😭😭😭

i ended up watching my friend stream the game (hiii @kilowattsons) so i havent played it myself but! iiiii. honestly cant remember what we ended up doing? im PRETTY sure we ended up saving chloe ? (im not pretty sure) but i cant rly remember my reasonign as to why i wanted to do that either. im glad you like chloe thouhg bc a lot of people dont ): like i can understand WHY but its much more complicated that "oh shes a shit friend" yk? but anyway

KATE IS VERY BELOVED.... she rly reminds me of a character i love dearly from fire emblem three houses... and i dont blame you for wanting to MAKE sure that she lived. bc i know its left ambiguous in regards to what happened to some characters following the storm but like. i totally get wanting to FFOR SURE save your girl. there was a ton of other side characters. WAIT ?????? I DONT THINK WE SAVED CHLOE? OR DID WE. I CANT REMMBER. I VAGUELY REMEMBER SEEING LIKE THE WRECKAGE OF THE TOWN BUT I ALSO REMEMBER SEEING CHLOE'S FUNERAL? i guess we went through both endings like one after another. but i seriously cant remember im so sorry. but anyway, as i was saying, there was a ton of side characters that i RLY liked that wouldve been affected by the storm but were already dead</3 for example. i fucked up w/ victoria and got her killed. and of course nathan is already dead by the end of the game in that ending. i think ? things are fuzzy my apologies. its been like. almsot 2 years (GOSH.... that long huh?) sinc ei watched my friend play and was fixated on the game. but yeah. aside from those 2. i rly like dana and kate ... and i Loved chloe. so no matter what ending i chose i would be losing</3 like a lot

but yeah. dont blame you for wanting to keep kate safe fdkffdsf girl went through A LOT and doesnt deserve to die like that. thank you for the ask! sorry that i rambled fkdgfdg

#mine #text #asks #anon #life is strange #my thoughts #LIS #LIS1

[asksidon]

Okok so let’s say that his SO has had a bad day. It is either a bad day at work, issues with friends, or whatever it is for sure is causing them to be in such a bad mood that they snap at Sidon over every minor inconvenience. What would Sidon do to: 1. Get their SO to talk about what is making them anxious, and 2. To make them feel better and relieve some stress.

The plan was to go shield surfing on a big hill a ways out from the Domain. You know Sidon suggested it to get your mind off your stress, but you halfheartedly agreed to go.

Sidon is already carrying both of your shields, while you carry a small backpack with a few things in it - water, elixir, snacks, and a few books just in case you camp out for a while as you tend to do when Sidon is itching to get away. He tried to carry the bag, too, but you wouldn't let him. You swerve away when he moves to try and take it from you. "I've got it," you say more harshly than you meant to.

And so it goes on for the rest of the hike to your destination. After the third time (a branch that tripped you up, causing you to snap at him again when he asked if you were okay), you can tell he is trying hard to hold his tongue. You take a deep breath but say nothing. The closer you wish you could be to him, the farther away you feel. And you don't know how to fix it.

"Maybe it would have been better if we stayed back in the Domain," you say quietly. "I have a lot of things I need to do."

"Not much farther to go," he assures you. "But if you really want to head back, I suppose we can." You can tell by his voice that he is holding back from something. Frustration? Sadness? Probably both. You don't say anything.

"Come." He changes direction for a small plain where you can take the shade under a tree for a while. "I feel like a rest," he says, but you have a feeling he's doing this for your benefit. He would deny it if you challenged him, so all you can do is follow.

You throw your bag down and grudgingly sit on the grass. Sidon pretends not to notice and examines a patch of small purple flowers peeking out of the green. He plucks one and offers it to you. You feel your stubborn exterior crumbling as he begins digging through the bag for the snacks. "Snacks fix anything," he once said, but he is silent now. He seems to understand that maybe you don't want to be fixed. And somehow, that makes you feel better.

As you spin the stem of the small flower in your fingers, the guilt comes. Aside from an occasional sigh, he has not given much indication of his own feelings. But then, he rarely does, even with you. That bothers you sometimes. "I'm sorry," you say. "I know I'm not much company lately."

He pulls an apple from the bag but only looks at it. He sets everything aside as he looks at you. "I don't expect you to entertain me, Y/N. I am an adult . . . most of the time." He smiles. "I can keep myself busy and generally require no supervision. If you ever don't feel like doing something that I suggest, you only have to tell me."

His eyes sparkle as the humor returns to them. You want to joke about the lack of supervision, but you're not quite ready yet. You do find, however, that you feel ready to tell him what's been bothering you. You start from the beginning, tell him everything, and he goes quiet while he listens.

“I know I should have told you all of this earlier,” you finish. “I don’t know why I didn’t. I guess it’s hard to think about. But I’m thinking about it anyway.” You realize you’re rambling and stop, and he places his hand over your own.

“Do you want to go home?” he asks you, but you shake your head. Not because you worry about disappointing him, but after all, you’ve realized you’d rather spend the day with him than be cooped up on your own.

“I’m ready to surf. And I think you do need some supervision,” you tease. “Remember, you ran into that tree last time and stirred up a Bokoblin camp while you were at it.”

He chuckles at the memory, his cheeks coloring faintly. “I had hoped never to be reminded again. Not one of my finer moments.”

“It was adorable, once I was sure you were okay, and after we made quick work of our assailants.” You grin as you stand and pick up your backpack, tucking the tiny flower into one of the pockets. “Let’s go!”

#sidon x reader #stress relief #cute supportive fluff thing

[jooniely]

some thoughts on character in tristamp and trimax

now i still havent yet watched trigun98 or read trimax past like the first 2 chapters yet, but from what i understand, the characteristics of nai and vash are different to tristamp. i LOVE tristamp and i love vash. i love kind and soft characters. characters who are just kind, who refuse to fall into apathy. who prove that kindness is a strength not many are able to carry. and i love nai too (aside from him being a creep those last few eps) someone who, feels responsible and has a need to keep his head at all times. to be the realistic one. someone who saw an injustice and firmly decided he would end it no matter the cost (not that i agree with his genocidal plan that also hurt plants that he was supposed to be protecting)

what i have found out is that in the original trigun, nai was actually the soft and kind one until Tesla, and vash became the kind one afterwards in a way to i guess be more like the old nai? and this is more realistic and hurts more to see. (hurts in a delicious way) like you have a kind character who gets brutally exposed to the horrors humanity is capable of. who (im guessing) for survival and a sense of justice is forced to grow up too fast and choose to do something (here he is like the tristamp nai) and its always painful to see the soft character turn angry and resentful. 

vash tho, who saw what happened to nai, who also went thru the brutal exposure to human cruelty, went the other way. now since i havent read trimax yet, i cant tell what turned him to be vash the stampede. was it guilt the way it was in tristamp? or was it to keep a part of nai alive despite nai killing that part of himself? was tristamp rem’s dream trimax nai’s dream and vash is working to make it a reality? ill know in the next few days as i read. but what my point here is that in trimax vash CHOOSES to be kind. he has anger in him, he’s not as soft as tristamp, and he its “naturally” kind. he actively chooses to be kind over and over again. i think thats a lot more realistic to us. most of us arent naturally kind and we always have our breaking points. tristamp vash didnt really have that but trimax vash is so painfully human in the sense that he feels so much anger but keeps it locked. he chooses to be the kindness he wants to see in the world. 

i guess you can say both trimax and tristamp vash are kind of insane in their way of firmly staying kind. tristamp vash for being naive and childlike almost in his way of being too nice, and trimax for deciding to stick to being nice and lock a part of himself away. 

anyways im just rambling. i just wanted to get some observations down before i read trimax and see how much of this ends up being wrong. this is so long lol highly doubt ppl will read but if u did, pls share ur thoughts i need more ppl to talk to about this series. its taking over my brain and this fandom has such high literary and media literacy, some beautiful analysis, and straight up poets and writers and artists that put shakespeare and whatever artist to shame lol

#ramblings #trigun stampede #tristamp #Trigun #trigun maximum #trimax #vash #nai #vash the stampede #millions knives #trigun analysis #character analysis #meta #trigun meta

[fateinthestars]

You know what? It's been ages since I did a review/ramble post for the SCM special stories hasn't it?

Hmm but what to cover right now... how about... oh I know! I already covered the other first anniversary set ('Your First Anniversary: A Special Date for Two' ) so let's round that off with the other first anniversary set:

'Your First Anniversary: The Gift of Love'

This contains stories for: Leon, Scorpio, Teorus, Dui, Huedhaut, Ichthys, Karno, and Zyglavis.

Spoilers (for this special story and their main paths) under cut.

You know I was just wondering about why it was an eight and four split but it suddenly twigged: the first anniversary for this lot is all the same because even though their routes are in the second prologue lot both Zyglavis and Karno have a pretty clear presence through the earlier routes that the others do not.

Anyway, that aside let's get to actually talking about these shall we?

LEON

Leon is as disinterested about this kind of thing as always but his words here are just so romantic and sweet.

SCORPIO

Unlike the other Gods Scorpio actually seems to realise that it's been nearly a year since he met MC, which I guess makes sense as he is the one that was originally human. Not that he actually wants to celebrate it.

Actually, possibly what I like about this is Dui & Ichthys fetching MC cos they're worried about how ill Scorpio is in this and know they can't stay. Also Dui remembered how MC helped Scorpio before when the Earth's atmosphere had got to him so had done what she had before to try and help. It shows how close Punishments really are.

TEORUS

The way Teo answers MC seems to imply that he as well actually at least knew it was a year since they met but it's not until MC explains more that he understands why humans would want to celebrate such things. Unlike Leon and Scorpio though he decides that he absolutely must make this one of the best days ever.

This is actually a really sweet one of his, especially his reaction when MC comments on his ability to freeze time.

DUI

Oh Dui, sweet Dui, straight on board with the human customs as soon as they've been explained. And I really mean straight on board - summoning a load stuff the second MC finishes explaining the kind of things humans usually do to celebrate.

But my absolute favourite thing to come out of this one is Dui deciding that his birthday should be this day and why that is. It's just such a nice touch for his storyline.

HUEDHAUT

Oh goodness me... pffft. Hue, please. MC really should know better than to just ask 'Do you know what today is?' an entire year after first meeting Huedhaut because, well...

There are a lot of things the day could be and Hue knows them all because he is just that well read. Or maybe he's making them up to tease MC, I honestly can't tell for sure. (See this is why I called him a nightmare earlier lol).

Anyway when MC eventually tells him (and she at least doesn't think it's teasing for once), Hue's reaction is just glorious. "That's why you're upset." Oh dammit Hue!

The conclusion of this though is really really sweet though, even if yet again MC briefly worries about her past life.

Hue's gentle, thoughtful, kind, and romantic... the trouble is you've got to peel away all that sarcasm and snark first. Did I say trouble? I'm not sure that's the right word... because Hue is wonderful.

ICHTHYS

Owwww. My heart. Of course Ikky immediately goes along with celebrating cos he'd do it anytime if it meant spending time with MC and the reminiscing over events is nice but then it turns to how he used to be mortal and... yeah... I think Ichthys suddenly really understands why this celebration is important to MC.

KARNO

I really don't have anything much to say about this. Karno's giving off those slightly odd vibes again (I mean it's portrayed in game as a joke but the line about wanting to be the first one to meet her has a weird context when you know about how he was the one who granted young MC's wishes). I do think it's a nice touch that he's the one that specifically uses the word anniversary though, even though it's only kinda that for them.

ZYGLAVIS

Oh now this... this is wonderful. Zig knows that human custom is to celebrate but doesn't know what exactly that entails.

What MC decides they should do together is just great. This is another side to Zyglavis and I am totally here for it. Even a brief chink in his armour thanks to struggling with a utensil, though only for a fleeting moment.

As for Zig's surprise gift for MC? He really is a total romantic softy at heart isn't he? 🥰

#scm #star crossed myth #star crossed myth spoilers #star crossed myth character review/rambling #scm ramble