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its-vannah · 1 year

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West Coast | Warren Rojas x Plus-Size Reader

Request from anonymous: hi! not sure if your taking requests <3 or if you would be comfortable with this one but I just wanted maybe a plus size reader fic with literally any of the guys. I know thats a weird request but i feel like a lot of the writing and a lot of stuff from the 70s rlly glorifies eating disorders and being skinny and i just would love a fic where the reader is a lot like cass elliot/mama cass, like she has a good voice or her own band and is underlooked cause of her weight.

A/N: I hope I did this request justice 💕

Warnings: Mentions of body positivity, mentions of E.D.'s (not your own)

Daisy Jones and The Six Masterlist

Being a female vocalist in the 70's had it's fair share of problems. Especially for women who didn't have the "ideal body type" of the era. Unless you were stick thin, you typically weren't given the light of day.

Growing up, it hurt to watch all of your classmates idolize women who they related to. But you never had that. At the time, there were very few plus-sized women in music and film. Those who were often got talked down on.

You looked at yourself in the mirror that night, really looked at yourself—and you found nothing. Nothing that you didn't like about yourself. Sure, there were things that every girl picks out about themselves, but you couldn't do it. You couldn't do it to the little girl inside of you who longed to have someone to idolize.

That day, you made yourself a promise: you were going to pursue a career in the music field and give girls like you, who grew up without someone to look up to, someone to relate to.

You moved to Los Angeles a month later.

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Y/N L/N, vocalist: My goal, as an artist, has never been to fit in with everyone else. Society's standards have never made room for me or people like me. They haven't made room for people of color or those who have different sexualities or sexual orientations. It was about time for that to change.

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The move wasn't easy. You didn't even know where to begin out in LA. All you had was a goal and a voice, two things that don't get many people very far. Anyone can sing, not everyone can sing well.

After years of getting turned down by constant music producers for "not having the right look", Teddy Price gave you a chance.

He said as long as you have a good stage presence, a good sound, and the ability to engage a crowd, you had it all.

You expressed your hopes for plus-sized girls like yourself to be able to relate to someone.

"It wasn't easy growing up," You explained, "Kids are shitheads, especially when they're younger. Chances are, they don't get better as adults. They just get quieter. I'm done being quiet, Teddy."

He nodded, taking a drag of his cigarette, "So, what are you gonna do about it?"

"I'm going to sing my damn heart out."

"Come in tomorrow."

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Y/N: I went in the next day and gave it all I had. All the years I spent in choir and voice lessons had finally paid off. I got a deal with promises of releasing my own single. The only problem was that I had to write a song. I'd never really done that before. Nothing that was good, at least. He gave me three weeks to write a song. I came back in two. We were recording my album not even a month after that.

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"What do you hope fans take away from your newest album?" An interviewer asked you, sitting across from you on a velvet couch on an empty stage.

"I hope that this new generation is able to look at their TV screens or magazines and see someone who looks like them. There are girls out there starving themselves to be thin because that's the idea society puts in their head. But all bodies are beautiful," You explained, "That's what I want people to take away from this. That they're beautiful and not alone."

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After the interview, you made your way back to your dressing room. That wasn't, however, without bumping into a man with a head full of black curls, wearing the most ridiculous pair of sunglasses you'd ever seen.

He took a step back, looking you up and down after apologizing, "You're Y/N L/N."

Nodding, you extended a hand, "Pleasure to meet you. You are...?"

Clearing his throat, he shook your hand, "Warren Rojas, I'm with The Six."

"I've heard about you guys," You revealed, "We're both just starting out on the west coast."

He nodded, his eyes focused on your legs.

Suddenly aware of his gaze, you stepped to the side, "Is there a problem, Mr. Rojas?"

"You're beautiful," He said, coughing, "Sorry, that's straightforward."

"No, no, it's alright. I like straightforward."

He grinned, "I'm a leg guy."

"You're what?"

"Along for the ride, that's what I said," He bobbed his head, "I've got to go on, but am I good to pick your brain about your album after our interview?"

You smiled, "I look forward to seeing you."

"Then it's a date?" He asked hopefully.

"If that's what you want to call it."

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bratshaws · 10 months

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through the hourglass 181. brb x oc

a/n: are you guys enjoying the fic? please let me know, i really hope you guys are(comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!! they make my nights they really do<3)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: sLIGHT ANGST

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He has to remember to breathe as soon as he leaps out of the fighter jet and calm himself down. The atmosphere was odd, after all they succeeded but they almost lost two of the younger pilots because of their own stubbornness. Rooster was already looking at them, they were far from the others, Raptor was pacing and Jaws had his mouth downturned but neither of them looked up at any of the pilots.

“McAllister.”

“Yes,sir?’

“Do me a favor.” he says, “Tell me again what happened before they did that stupid thing. You saw it on the radar.”

Rooster's request is born out of a desire to fully understand the sequence of events leading up to Jaws and Raptor's reckless behavior. He knows that reviewing the details can provide valuable insights into what went wrong and help prevent similar incidents in the future.

And so he could figure out how to punish them.

McAllister takes a deep breath, his voice steady as he begins to recount what he observed on the radar. "Yes, sir. Before they veered off course, I noticed a blip on the radar. It was the anti-aircraft weapon, appearing on our screen and targeting our position. It was at that moment that Jaws and Raptor made the decision to change course.”

Rooster nods, his expression serious. "And it wasn’t to avoid the weapon,right?"

"No, sir," McAllister replies. "They didn't transmit any information or warnings to the rest of us. It seemed like they acted on their own without considering the potential consequences."

Rooster's frustration resurfaces as he listens to McAllister's account. It becomes clear that Jaws and Raptor's actions were not only reckless but also lacked communication and coordination with the rest of the team. This lack of cohesion jeopardized the safety of the entire Stalker team.

If he hadn’t acted up quickly, he doesn’t even want to think.

His head and heart feel so heavy because for a second he could see Beatrice and their family showing up behind his eyelids. Like one last reminds, the last things he’d see before everything was gone. He was angry because of what they did, the risk, everything was eating him alive.

He takes a moment to collect his thoughts before addressing McAllister again. "Thank you, McAllister. I appreciate that." he sees Maverick walking closer, sending a look towards the two before meeting Rooster’s eyes, “You are free to go now,McAllister. Good job.”

“Thank you sir!” the younger pilot salutes him, then Maverick, before walking away in a hurry. The new recruits were ignoring the two, mostly because the other pilots told them to. That it was going to be resolved soon.

Maverick whistled low, looking at Rooster, “I hear something bad happened back there.” his nephew groans in annoyance, ‘Care to tell me?”

Rooster takes a deep breath, then laughs quietly as he tucks his helmet between his elbow and his ribcage, “You were right.” he begins, “About them…fuck,Mav, Jaws and Raptor made a dangerous and reckless decision during the mission," Rooster starts, his voice tinged with frustration. "They veered off course without any warning or coordination with the rest of the team, putting themselves and the entire Stalker team at risk."

Maverick's eyebrows furrow, his expression shifting to a mix of concern and curiosity. "What led them to make such a decision?"

Rooster sighs, his frustration evident in his voice. "Because they wanted to be heroes by themselves. They just ignored me, they ignored my orders…and Mav, me and McAllister had to save their asses by shooting the cannon, head on,I almost-” and he stops, swallows and clenches his eyes, “...I am angry.”

Maverick's gaze narrows as he absorbs the information, crossing his arms while his face is still looking at Rooster. "That was a serious breach of protocol and a disregard for the safety of the entire team," he remarks sternly. “That was the stupidest shit I’ve ever seen anyone do. And I’ve seen a lot of stupid shit.”

Rooster nods in agreement. "I know, Mav. Their actions could have cost us dearly. We managed to neutralize the anti-aircraft weapon, but it could have ended very differently."

"We need to address this immediately, Rooster. It's not just about their reckless behavior. We can't have individuals acting on their own without considering the impact on the entire squadron or even so, the entire base for that matter. You know the domino effect this creates"

Rooster’s brown eyes were digging daggers at the two who were still scrunched into the corner, trying to hide themselves from any and everyone, ashamed, but he could swear Jaws had a little smirk on his face, ‘...I know. I need to talk to them.” and not kill them, albeit he wants to, “Now is a great time. I’ll just put this away.”

“Go ahead, try to not massacre them too much.”

“No promises.” he is a bit lighter from that talk with Mav but not enough. In fact his stomach is just hot with anger, because they almost lost people because of that. He nods and smiles to the other squad members, pats the young recruits and as he walks past the two his smile drops immediately.

“Sir.”

“I want you two in my office.” he says in passing, walking towards the lockers. He stops by the door when they don’t move, looking at each other with confusion and Rooster flicks his gaze between them, “Now.” he doesn’t yell, he doesn’t scream, but they’d be pretty stupid to ignore that command. He watches as they shuffle away like two kids who got scolded and shakes his head, opening the locker to shove his helmet inside…and then his body feels like jello.

Now that he’s on the ground, safe and with his heartbeat slowing, he tried to hold back the panic, the tears that dared to slip out. He almost lost everything, for a brief second he thought it’d be over, that him and McAllister were done for and he felt like…he doesn’t even know what to feel.

He holds onto the locket with his knuckles turning white and his teeth clenched as his eyes open to stare at his wedding band. It was still there, he was still there, but he needed more. He wanted to talk to Beatrice but he couldn’t elaborate on why he was so nervous

Rooster takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself before he pushes away from the locker, closing it slowly and putting on a neutral face as he turned away. As soon as he walked out, everyone’s eyes are on him, his friends just stare because they knew what was going to happen while the young recruits have a guessing.

He’s furious but he is a professional. And he is the leader, he has something to do and he had to do it right.

He knows they are inside the office because he hears the scuffle of their soles against the floor, he stays outside for a few seconds, keeping in mind what he had to say…and then he enters.

The two young pilots immediately look up at him, standing to their feet before he even orders them do so - which is ironic considering what happened -, their expressions a mix of apprehensive. Rooster looks at them sternly, his anger simmering beneath the surface but restrained for now.

"Sit down," Rooster commands, pointing to the chairs in front of his desk as he pushes the door shut. They obey without a word, their eyes cast down. He takes a moment to collect his thoughts, rubbing the bridge of his nose before walking around his desk and sitting down. He stays there in silence for a bit, his hands locked in front of his mouth, knowing that he needs to approach this situation the best way he could.

"I won't mince words," Rooster begins, his voice firm. "Your actions during the mission were reckless and dangerous. You disobeyed direct orders, ignored the safety protocols, and endangered not only yourselves but the entire team." hs jaw moves angrily “...and i want to know why.”

Jaws and Raptor exchange glances, but they remain quiet with Raptor appearing more and more terrified. Rooster continues, his tone unwavering. "Tell me…why. Now."

Rooster's voice cuts through the air, it’s so sharp he was sure they both flinched. He leans forward, his eyes fixed on Jaws and Raptor, waiting for their response, spreading his fingers in a ‘well?’ manner. The room remains silent for a few tense moments before Raptor finally speaks up, his voice hesitant.

"We...we thought we could handle it, sir," Jaws stammers. "We saw an opportunity to take out the anti-aircraft weapon and...and we wanted to prove ourselves, to show that we could be heroes."

Rooster's eyes narrow, pure disappointment flashing across his face. "Heroes?" he repeats, his tone laced with sarcasm. "You thought risking the lives of the entire team, including yourselves, was the path to heroism?"

Jaws, who has been mostly quiet, chimes in, his voice trembling. "We didn't think it through, sir. We got caught up in the moment, thinking we could make a difference."

Rooster leans back in his chair, his expression still stern. "I—” he inhales, rubbing his eyes, “You're both young, and I understand the desire to prove yourselves. But this is not the way to do it," he says firmly. "Heroism is not about reckless actions and disregarding orders. Which you two did. You two completely ignored me, do you know how bad that is?”

Rooster's frustration becomes palpable as he listens to Jaws and Raptor's explanations. He takes a deep breath, trying to keep his anger in check, but it seeps into his voice nonetheless.

"Heroism is earned through discipline, teamwork, and making the right decisions in high-pressure situations," Rooster asserts, his tone firm and unwavering. "What you two did was not heroic. It was foolish and it was dangerous. By disregarding my orders and the established safety protocols, you put everyone at risk. You put yourselves at risk. And for what? To prove a point?"

His disappointment hangs heavy in the air as he continues, not letting them speak back at him "When you chose to act independently, you not only almost jeopardized the mission but also undermined the trust we have as a team, not to mention almost hurt some of the other pilots. I trusted you to follow orders and prioritize the safety of everyone involved. That trust has been shattered."

Rooster's gaze shifts between Jaws and Raptor, his voice filled with a mix of sternness and genuine concern. "I need to know that you both understand the gravity of your actions. The consequences could have been devastating. Lives could have been lost."

Jaws and Raptor both nod, their expressions showing finally some actual regret. Jaws takes a deep breath, his voice earnest. "Sir, we understand now. We messed up. We didn't think about the consequences, and we're truly sorry."

Rooster's jaw tenses, his frustration still evident. "Sorry is not enough," he scoffs. "Sorry doesn't undo the potential damage that could have been caused. You will face the consequences of your actions, both professionally and personally." that does make the two of them look up in horror.

“But sir!”

“We didn’t mean to-”

Rooster holds them up by lifting a hand, ‘What’s done is done.You made a choice, and you will have to face the consequences. This is not a matter of intentions. Intentions do not absolve you of the responsibility for your actions. You two aren’t children."

He takes a moment to let his words sink in, his voice resolute. "As the leader of this squad, it is my duty to ensure the safety and effectiveness of our operations. Your actions directly undermined that. I cannot and will not tolerate such disregard for the chain of command and the safety protocols we have in place."

Jaws and Raptor sit there, their expressions a mix of guilt and fear, eyes wide open. Rooster continues, his voice still firm. " You will face disciplinary measures, and you will undergo retraining to ensure that this type of behavior is not repeated. I’ll write everything in the report."

“But…but what will happen to us?” Raptor sounds close to crying. “W-What will we do?”

"What will happen to you will depend on the outcome of the disciplinary process," Rooster explains, interlacing his hands in front of him, on top of the desk. " I cannot determine the exact consequences at this moment, but I can assure you that they will be…dealt with accordingly."

Neither of them are happy with that, but what did they expect? They can’t do stuff like that and think it’d be okay in the end. He inhales again, pulling out some papers and clicking on his pen, ‘Dismissed.”

“Sir,if I may–” Jaws interrupts but Rooster is done right now.

“No, you may not.” he points the pen to the door, “Dismissed.”

Jaws and Raptor look to each other one more time, with the female sniffling and trying her best not to cry, while Jaws just stands silently, following her outside of Rooster’s office, closing the door behind them. Rooster waist, pen hovering above the paper, until he no longer could hear their footsteps close by.

He lets the pen drop on the desk, roll away until it touches the edge of a file and holds his head in his hands, “Jesus Christ.” he mutters to himself, “...reports be damned.” he immediately opens his drawer, where his phone was locked and fully charged, “I need to talk to Bea…what time is it there now?” he questions himself as he turns the phone on, “...around eight? Maybe? I should message her to make sure she’s awake.’

Roos (14:00)

Hey,gorgeous. Are you up? And if you are…do you feel like video chatting? I kinda miss you a lot right now.

He notices the time with his eyes going wide, “It’s that late already? Fuck,” if those two– he stops the line of thought, licking his lips while shaking his head with a bitter smile, “I won’t bother myself with that right now.” and thankfully, his wife was a mind reader, because she immediately replies.

Bea (14:02)

Hey Roos. It’s a bit late but I am making myself some hot cocoa because I lost sleep and I don’t mind video chatting at all! :)

Roos (14:03)

I'm glad you're awake, babe. I really need to see your face right now.

Bea (14:05)

Of course, Roos. Just give me a minute to get settled. I'm here for you, always.

His smile only widens as he holds his head up with a hand, his heart a mix of anxious and filled with love because of her. He almost lost…everything, that was the second time something like that happened but the very first being caused by someone on his side. He waits until the call happens, holding the phone close to his face until her own eyes appear on the screen, “There she is.” he says, “Where are you right now?”

She smiles as she sits down on a chair, moving the camera around a bit, ‘I’m in the twins’ bedroom.” there are sketches of marine life all over the walls, with just a few of them being painted on, “I was finishing it up a bit.”

“Is that why you aren’t asleep?”

“...well…kind of.” she laughs, ‘I woke up a few hours ago,I don’t know if you can hear but it’s raining a lot right now.” as if on cue, thunder rumbled above and she squeaked, turning the phone back to her face, blinking at him, ‘You heard that,right?”

Rooster chuckles softly at Bea's reaction to the thunder. He's grateful for this brief moment of lightheartedness amidst the weight of his current situation.

"Yeah, I heard it," he replies with a smile, leaning back in his chair. "I miss those rainy nights with you. It feels like a lifetime ago."

Bea nods, her expression softening. "I miss them too, Roos. I wish we could be together right now."

Rooster's gaze meets her own and he sighs, licking his lips, “How’s Nikki? And the twins?”

“They are all fine, Nikki just, sleeps through everything as you know…and the twins are fine and…I’m enjoying my time away from the bar right now.” she smiles sweetly, shrugging as she finished her sentence, “You know, doing my things, distracting myself the best way I can.” she moves the phone a bit, propping it on something, probably a box so she could show him the growing tummy, “See? Here they are.”

And Rooster stares in silence,holding his head up, eyes locked on her body. She was beautiful and she looked amazing…and he wanted to imprint that in his mind, he wanted to. God he had to. He is covering his mouth because he’s so scared he’ll end up crying on this call…and he knows she doesn’t need that worry in her brain.

“See?” she runs her hand on the swell of her stomach, giggling softly “They are just as active as Nikki, they’ve been moving a lot and–Roos?”

“Hm?”

“...are you okay?”

Was he? No. He wasn’t. Rooster inhales shakily, then clears his throat, this time he propped the phone up with a paper weight, leaning back on his chair to interlace his fingers behind his neck ,”...I’m not, honestly.” he laughs bitterly “I…I can’t elaborate on that,gorgeous. The mission is still going after all.”

“...well…you can share what you can, you know that.” she smiles “I’m all ears.”

Rooster looks into Bea's eyes through the screen, his heart heavy with the weight of his recent experience. He takes a moment to gather his thoughts, breathing shakily before speaking.

"I appreciate that, Bea," he says, "It's just... something happened on the mission. Something I can't fully talk about yet. It was... difficult.”

“Did…anyone get hurt?”

Almost. “No.” he shakes his head negatively, “No one did.”

“That’s good though,I’m glad you are all okay!”

“Yeah,well…it was just…some of the new recruits messed up.” badly “And it was bad…like really bad.” but he promised himself to not elaborate on that at all. Rooster shakes his head, knowing that the more he thought about it, the more that Beatrice was going to worry…”...you know what, nevermind.” he chuckles, shaking his head, “Tell me about your week.”

“Oh…are you sure?”

“I’m more than sure,gorgeous.” he whispers, “I promise…and I have time to talk too. So tell me about it.”

“Well,okay!” she settles back on the chair, holding the phone up “What would you like to know first?”

Rooster takes a while to reply, because he’s looking at her face. Every little detail, the shade of her eyes, the way those full lips curl into a smile and the freckles she has dusted over her nose, “...anything.” he whispers, “...anything you want,I just want to hear your voice.”

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zombeebunnie · 8 months

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Game development Trembling Essence update:

Hello once again and welcome new followers! I am here with another update! This one might be slightly long but I condensed everything the best I could. :]

Things have been going pretty well with the progress of the game so far, there's a few more situations which are pretty much finished and lead into Day 4! Yay! :]

There were a few things I ran into that I fixed up while going through everything again. It felt like I was using an actual first aid kit! :] :

There was a certain imbalance where you'd lose HP in one situation but not the other in a specific route. I adjusted it by adding in some dialog and a small scene that gives an idea as to why that happens.

I found a glitch where a new scene from another route would continue into a alternate setting depending on what you choose. I gave it a small patch so it transitions smoothly.

A few adjustments were made to alternate dialog/possible ending that required a certain amount of closeness with Noah. I hadn't messed with it for a while until recently. When I looked through it, some of the alternate dialog had too much of a drastic reaction to the point it could get pretty confusing for the player. I re-wrote some of the dialog so that even if there's a difference in closeness, it's easier to understand.

I also had to heavily clean out a lot of outdated transitions since I didn't understand how to fully organize it at the time I wrote everything out back in early development. It was a little tedious but things are structured now!

Since I got rid of the font color change with Noah, I went back and adjusted some of the wording/font size. This is more of a quality of life change since some of it was all over the place.

All that's really left is a few more CG's that need a slight fix/redo and some sprites and it'll be done.

Speaking of CG's, I finished up some alternate ones and started placing them around. I cleaned up more dialog that was outdated so it matches what you visually see on the screen. I can't show much of them right now because spoilers and I'm still working on them, I have about 4-ish more to go!

And that's everything I have to report so far!

Thank you guys for your constant support and appreciation on what I'm working on, it doesn't go unnoticed! :,]

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mdhwrites · 1 year

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what's your opinion on hooty

So my personal opinion is that he is OKAY but entirely inessential. This is because he is THE comic relief character. I don't mean he's the only comic relief character for TOH obviously. He still has less screen time than Gus and King in S1 because WHY DOES THIS SHOW HAVE THREE COMIC RELIEF CHARACTERS AT A GIVEN TIME!?

Objectively... Well, let's first define what I mean by him being THE comic relief character.

No, what I mean by that is that he is the definition of what you think of for a comic relief character when you think of one. He's loud, obnoxious, rude, contributes nothing to the story and EVERYONE HATES HIM. Not actually even metatextually. I mean in universe, EVERYONE HATES HIM. It's a running problem with comic relief characters honestly despite active disdain from the rest of the cast (the Mooses in Brother Bear, the Slugs in Epic, Sid from the Ice Age series, Donkey from Shrek, etc.) they just... stick around.

This is frankly the only element of Hooty that the show tries to subvert at all with "He's part of the house so... we can't get rid of him." Frankly though, it just makes him come off as a rip off of Calcifur from Howl's Moving Castle, another character people didn't show much respect to but the female lead in that movie did show a care to him as the movie went on. This is actually also pretty normal for comic relief because their aggravating personalities are usually tied with being well meaning and so the rest of the cast gains a begrudging friendship with them. This is ABSOLUTELY Sid in Ice Age.

This is also where TOH fucks up because while I think Hooty in a bubble is fine... In the context of the show, he is character assassination. After all, NO ONE. LIKES. THE COMIC RELIEF. This includes LUZ. "Weirdos gotta stick together" Luz. And there is NO ONE in the show who comes even close to being as weird as Hooty. And she treats Hooty like King and Eda do. That he is this revolting monster that exists only to be the house and to be given sympathy only when he helps them in some way or gets injured. As far as showing kindness to the creature who is literally the roof over your head, I don't think that even counts as clearing the bare minimum of being a good person. Caring about someone who is injured should be basic human nature after all, let alone if they get hurt helping YOU.

And what are Hooty's crimes? Like what does he do in order to deserve all this hate? We don't get much time with him but easily his biggest character trait is that he's lonely. He's not just lonely, he's lonely after having lived with Eda and King for who knows how long. He just wants someone who is willing to FUCKING TALK TO HIM. Hell, I'd argue I talk to my cat, who cannot communicate back, more than any of The Owl House denizens talk to Hooty.

The twist here is... It kind of works in S1. Because literally no one likes him, you get the idea that he is what the Isles considers a true monster. Something you make a deal with in order to get protection but that you don't want to spend time with. It's questionable if in this setting, people CAN like Hooty. It's tragic if you think about it too much but Hooty has a grating voice, boring stories and to most, like the writers, he'll come across as just the comic relief. Someone not to care about in text or metatextually because he's just a joke. Who could love him?

Do you see a Lilith sized problem coming? Cause I sure do.

Lilith changes the context of Hooty. Lilith comes off as the MOST understanding and caring character of the SHOW because when Hooty shows her sympathy and kindness, not even in an annoying way or forced upon him, she responds in kind. She genuinely cares about him and treats as another living being from then on. Even before she's pure comic relief, she is still capable of caring about Hooty. Frankly, I argue that this is sadly the first sign the writers gave the audience that we weren't supposed to care about Lilith. Possibly ever even. They immediately stop properly caring about her come S2 after all and she befriends the character who, by their narrative role, is not meant to be cared about. After all, if you care about the thing that has misery inflicted upon it or in some way is inflicting misery on others, the usual MO of a comic relief, you can't laugh at it. So if Lilith befriends Hooty, we can't actually care about that relationship. It's theoretically to paint Lilith as a joke. As a fool for being able to care about a bird tube.

Honestly, it makes S2 just really awkward, especially because of Knock Knock Knockin'. Admittedly, I don't think people quite treat Hooty as badly after that episode, though the show still wants us to laugh at him being horrifying since Skeletal Hooty doesn't happen until S2B, but like... The point of Knock Knock Knockin' is still that Hooty ACCIDENTALLY succeeds. Mostly by pissing off or endangering, or blackmailing for that matter but I don't want to get into how the Lumity confession is actually fairly flawed but in minor ways that stack in this blog, others. It even ends with him explicitly being told never to help again and then him being an ass and eating King's letter which... They've lived with him long enough that mail should have been sorted by now.

There is one last aspect of Hooty that is a problem. It's Hooty's power level. People between S1 and 2 would CONSTANTLY joke about Hooty being some sort of god. Some being that even makes even Belos quake at night! In Power of Love, one of the better jokes in it is Hooty thinking a Titan empowered beam from Belos is a snack and face tanking the damn thing. (There's a lot more to that joke that makes that payoff even better but it's just a funny idea in and of itself.) And... This is actually justified. The only thing that seemed to actually be able to slow Hooty down was the Owl Beast and one could argue that Hooty lost that fight because it's Eda. He doesn't want to fight a friend (which only makes him sweeter which causes the above problems). Otherwise... Everyone remember how Agony of a Witch starts? If you don't, here's a brief recap. Eda is inside, knitting Luz's cloak and acting like all is right in the world. Meanwhile, outside, in her desperation, Lilith has brought soldier to take the house and take Eda. Theoretically, she has the element of surprise and is one of the most powerful witches on the Isles backed by some of her best men in order to get the job done.

Hooty goes onto single handedly not only get the jump on them but arguably murders some of the guardsmen before wrapping Lilith up like a burrito in his own coils and bringing her in like a trophy while still looking fairly unscathed. Now yes, this is played for comedy and I can let SOME amount of power go for the sake of a joke. But... Also Hooty is the only defense Eda can rely on for her lifestyle so this actually is fairly cohesive with the narrative for how strong Hooty needs to be for the fact that no one comes after the bounty on Eda's head.

This is the first time the EC is really characterized as purely a joke and their narrative incompetence and the problems with it are another blog. For Hooty though... It means Hooty defuses all tension minus Belos. You have to send a real siege weapon if you want to take the Owl House. That's what that intro, which isn't short, it's not just a throwaway gag, tells us.

Then come S2 when in Edge of the World, Eda forgets ALL OF THIS and her experience of running from the EC for presumably at least a decade, if not closer to two because of how old Odalia's children are, and sends away her ultimate defense with Luz and King. Who then promptly, IMMEDIATELY, gets taken down by the Titan Trappers when a fight breaks out in that episode. That episode is also probably Luz's weakest post S1 by a LARGE margin.

It's all just VERY frustrating from a writing standpoint. And it makes Hooty kind of 'of a kind' for TOH. He's a character who isn't a bad idea for this sort of story, been done WAY better in many stories before this, but because of lack of care with his writing, the character and how he interacts with literally any other part of the plot... He just is a failure that you cannot think about and still like. Or at least think about without revealing cracks in the show.

And just like the rest of the show, frankly... He's just not that fun. He's kind of basic frankly. And for a comic relief character, that's not surprising but it does mean he explicitly fails in his narrative duty.

And that's a shame because unlike the cast and crew, I don't inherently want to hate someone who just wants a friend.

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amethysttide · 2 years

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Some plot holes created in House of the Dragon so far;

This is not me hating on the show itself or any of the characters btw, I'm enjoying it so far despite the changes but once I started thinking about it I couldn't stop, lol. Reasons to follow the source material fr

SPOILERS FOR THE BOOK LOOK AWAY IF YOU DON'T WANT THEM

1. Leanor's "death". I was actually happy as hell when they let him live and only faked his death because I love Leanor and didn't want that family to suffer more after just losing Laena. Buuut that creates a whole bunch of problems. First, Leanor as a character; he faked his own death to run away right after his parents just lost their daughter, his nieces their mother and his own claimed sons lost their real father. That's lowkey selfish as hell but it can be excused because that's what he wanted for himself, to finally be able to live freely. I can see him making that decision. What can't be excused is him sailing away instead of flying with Seasmoke. Why? Well, to begin with the bond between a dragon and it's rider has been ruined more than once in the show so far and this is one example. Seasmoke knows Leanor is not dead, you can't trick a dragon. Dragons only bond with new riders when they lose their prior ones so Seasmoke won't get a new rider unless Leanor dies off screen wherever he went or they just say fuck it to dragons' loyalty. If Seasmoke doesn't get a new rider, his role in the dance is basically erased and team black loses one rider from their side.

2. The final scene of episode 9, of Rhaenys crashing the coronation. Now this one is a whole bunch of problems and it honestly pisses me off because apparently, someone just decided that it would be badass.

It's a known fact that the townfolk is in favour of the Greens in the book and against Rhaenyra and that scene with Rhaenys gave them all the more reason to be on that side. She killed hundreds, maybe thousands of innocent citizens just to make an entrance.

The entrance of which made no sense btw. Without going into too much detail, later on in the dance the dragon pit will be stormed and the dragons inside will die, some because of the ceiling collapsing on them. Yet, in that scene, Rhaenys flew straight through without her dragon, or herself for that matter how did she not get hurt during that stunt, taking any damage.

There's also the issue about the rest of the dragons that were supposed to be in the pit. Sunfyre, Dreamfyre? Vhagar was surely nearby? And none of these dragons got hurt during the destruction OR EVEN WORSE, CAME TO PROTECT THEIR RIDERS WHO'S LIVES WERE THREATENED?

Then Rhaenys just... Left? Somehow her dragon shrunk in size to get through the doors, LOL. Someone said she didn't kill the noble family because it wasn't her war but like... It is? Her whole family is on that side? Her granddaughters, his son in law, her future grandsons in law, her husband? It IS her war. She did not do anything because that scene never happened in the book and they couldn't fuck up continuity further.

Additionally, in the book, there IS a dragon scene during the coronation. It's between Sunfyre and Aegon. Aegon arguably has the best relationship with his dragon throughout the entire story and they took out any opportunities to show that. Similarly, in the book when Aemond has his eye cut out, Vhagar roars in the distance to show that their new bond is solid.

And again, because of that scene alone, Aemond being a fuck ass and killing Luke in the finale won't be just him being a petty psycho. He'll still be a bitch with no honour for doing it during peace talks, but just before that, Rhaenys would have crashed his brother's coronation and killed so many of his people and threatened his whole family. It makes it seem like team Black hit first instead.

But EVEN THEN, there's another problem with Aemond. Wherein the book, he was loyal as hell to Aegon from beginning to an end, refusing to be called king and only going by regent, he's now envious of his brother and wanting the crown? My god

And don't get me started on taking away majority of Alicent and Rhaenyra's wrongdoings to whitewash them. Alicent doesn't have half the agency in the dance that she originally had, although it turned her into a really interesting character that I enjoy watching (mostly because of the performance. Olivia Cooke I love you FR). Rhaenyra on the other hand, is so whitewashed that it's hard to distinguish wether she's now mature and calm or just bland.

A mess y'all, a mess.

#house of the dragon ep 9 #house of the dragon spoilers #Team Black #Team Green #Team everyone's a war criminal #Rhaenys #aemond targaryen #aegon the elder #rhaenyra targaryen #alicent hightower #A SHITSHOW

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stevetown · 9 months

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On The New Tumblr Desktop Dash

I've been using the new Tumblr desktop dashboard for a few days now and I have some Thoughts that I thought would be useful to put out in to the wild. Most of the reaction I've seen has been...abnormally harsh about this UI update, so I think it would be interesting to actually go through the changes and point out what I like, what I don't, what I think could use some improvement, and maybe break down a little about why those Twitter comparisons are way off the mark.

More below the fold, but the tldr for me is - I think it's great! At the end of the day, I feel like I use the desktop version of Tumblr more and more since the change. Whereas before I used to just pick up my phone and refresh the app, now I get a hit of dopamine flipping over to the Tumblr tab when I need a work break.

The change is clean and logical, and as someone who came to Tumblr a year ago and still never quite grokked what all the icons at the top meant, having them spelled out is much nicer than guessing what they mean, even for someone who has become more familiar with the site. And to be clear, from what I can tell that's the goal of this change - to make it easier for newer people to use Tumblr and find their way around. Despite all the hate this change is getting, that is an unabashedly good thing.

The Left Nav

It's really, really clean. The old dash had a lot of unused space on the left, it makes sense to carve some of that out to have a menu that actually lays out what each icon means. The font size and style is comfortable without overcrowding. It just feels more...confident? Like these are the features Tumblr has. Use them! It's also just a more familiar web browser experience for anyone who has been using web apps since the dawn of email.

The badges also fit much nicer with the left nav. They don't float above an unclear icon, they're right next to what it says on the tin. You got 20 new posts to read, buddy. 5 new notifications. 1 anon ask. It's just better on my eyes.

I do understand the gut reaction that things are "too" cluttered. One of the first things I did was snooze Tumblr live and that helped me out a lot. Just removing all of the noise of live tags and loading-in thumbnails of people I'm not interested in watching went very far. It brought the post content further up on the screen.

A little before and after snoozing Live:

Explore

I didn't even know what Explore was used for before. It was a compass icon. I think I thought it was some kind of search? I can't remember if I ever clicked on it before. Explore is much more interesting to me. It makes me curious. For a site that struggles with getting new users to find new content, it's a beacon that says "Find some cool new stuff!"

My problem with Explore is that clicking on it...doesn't get me much. The landing page just takes me to a feed from @todayontumblr that almost never has any content that I'm interested in. The "For You" tab on my regular dash is where I go mining for new blogs, along with "Your Tags." If Staff finds this change leads to more Explore click-throughs, I'd love if the tab itself get some love and made it a hub for finding new content easier. Maybe mixing up a feed of any tags you're following, trending posts, and other algorithmically sorted goodies that I'll want to take off the shelf and put in my chronological dash. I want it to be a place with the goal of encouraging me to follow new blogs.

Live

The transition to the Live page doesn't feel good to me. You're taken to a totally different kind of page, and the UI jumps all the way to the left. It feels like you're going to a separate site. At least when you snooze Live it also removes the menu item. That's really nice! But I'll save Live thoughts for another day.

Activity/Messages/Inbox

I never knew how much I suspected these things were a bit redundant, but I'm glad now that they're separated and labeled correctly. I don't have to remember what the face icon/mail/lightning bolt all mean or why they're different. Things are much cleaner in that regard.

I don't really care for the popups when you click on them. Those do feel cluttered to me, like I'm going to lose sight of my dash, or the notifications. I don't have much UX advice here, other than to say I think I prefer how the Inbox is handled, where you're just taken to a full page view of the page. However maybe another solution would be how the Account and Settings icons are conducted...

Account/Settings

This is the section that sold me on the new dash. On the old dash, I found navigating the Account and Settings options...ephemeral. I was afraid I was going to lose my place if I didn't find the menu I needed. Here, having them slide out as a drawer, keeps me in place and lets me orient myself easier. It's made exploring settings overall frictionless. I've changed dash palettes like ten different times just because I could and it was easy to find. Maybe something similar for inbox/messages/activity would make the UI feel more consistent and less overcluttered-feeling?

I do notice that the Account dropdown adds a new scrollbar which makes things like the t logo and badges jump to the left. That can be a bit disorienting.

TumblrMart/Get a Domain

The Get a Domain menu item is fine, but TumblrMart feels like it needs some love. On a new refresh, clicking the icon loads for a total six seconds before the mart pops up. By this point, if I wasn't intentionally testing, I would have just moved on. Again, I also just don't like pop-ups like this. Feels loosey. Much prefer the full-spread domain page you get.

Create

This is maybe my least favorite change. Every time I switch to my Tumblr tab, I see it in the bottom left and think it's the "Where were we?" button. When I do want to create a post, it feels like I have to travel far to get to the button, and then I have to travel again when the dots come up to select what type of post I'm making.

I wonder if just tucking it at the bottom of the menu under "Get a domain" would be better? Or at the top of the menu? Not sure. I feel in my jellies there's a better spot for this one.

On Twitter

If I can address the most frequent criticism I see on this site, which is that @staff are trying hard to "ruin" Tumblr by "turning it into Twitter," I understand that gut reaction.

But I'd encourage folks to think about that for a minute. UIs change, and a left-aligned nav is extremely common for a reason. Since the dawn of email, menu navigation has been relegated to a left sidebar. Twitter is not "burning to the ground" because their nav bar was on the left. Having a left sidebar means literally nothing in the grand scheme of what makes a website what it is.

What, truly, has this nav update changed? It does not change the functionality of the site at its core at all. It doesn't change what you can post, how you can post, what content you find, reblogs, or tags. For a site that struggles with new users "getting" the site and finding their way around, this nav change makes it much easier to settle in with something a bit more ubiquitous to the modern browser-viewing experience.

Thus leading me to believe the only reason people hate on this change so vehemently is they don't want to see new users or any effort at all to attract them at all, and I think that's exclusionary crap. Knock it off.

Change is Scary!

That said, the change is scary! Having your muscle memory interrupted isn't fun and can take a while to get used to. Every change has a growing period. I get that. For me, I got over that period fairly fast, but I recognize this process is different for everyone, especially those who have been around here for a lot longer than I have.

The change is also open for valid criticism. There are usability and likely accessibility concerns for sure. Staff needs time to iterate, and they need to know what problems are actually worth fixing and addressing. "I hate it turn it back" doesn't help anyone - it doesn't help Staff, and it doesn't help new users who are trying find a new place on the internet to call home after *shakes fist at the rest of the internet.*

I really like this change as a starting point, and I can't wait to see it iterated on further.

And on a small end note, if you also have thoughts and opinions that you want to tell Staff, please, please, please remember there are other human beings on the other end of line.

#tumblr #dash #tumblr dashboard #dashboard #I get dispirited when I see prominent blogs reblogging metaphors about sandwich shops and Radio Shack.#They're not being made in good faith.

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slaasherslut · 1 year

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The Final Girl

Summary: When Ava Walker's truck crapped out on a stretch of Louisiana highway, a smitten Lester comes to her rescue.

Warnings: Not a reader insert like my usual work. This fic uses my OC Ava, very mildly suggestive language, fluff, Lester being so fucking cute

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Ava sank back into the driver's seat as her fingers continued to drum on the steering wheel. The dreamy voice of James Hetfield sang loudly over her trucks stereo as she mouthed along to his words

Die by my hand,

I creep across the land,

Killing first born man,

Die by my hand,

I creep across the land,

Killing first born man .

A growl in Ava's stomach wasn't heard over the music but it was definitely felt. It was almost midday and she had barely eaten anything except a granola bar from the glove compartment since she got back on the road roughly five hours earlier. She unlocked her phone which was mounted to the dash of her truck and pulled up her phone's GPS, eyes quickly darting back and forth between the road and the screen. From the map she could tell she was making decent time to her temporary destination, Baton Rouge, Louisiana. She would stop there for a few days before heading further south to New Orleans. 30 more miles and she would be stopping for a couple days to restock on supplies for the road and stretch her weary fishnet covered legs.

As Ava was scrolling through a list of surrounding fast food joints, a loud sputtering sent her body to jolt forward in her seat. She immediately looked up to the road and a series of small sputters coming from under the hood got her attention. She could see small trails of smoke escaping the front of the hood.

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me. You couldn't have died when we got there!?"

Ava groaned as she turned onto the nearest off ramp. The road she had turned down looked to be one of those Louisiana back roads lined with nothing but deep woods following a narrow strip of dirt and rock. She went as far down the road as she could before her truck seemed to get worse. Cursing, she carefully pulled to the side of the narrow road, making sure her trailer was out of the middle of any other motorists way. She let out a huff before shutting off her truck, the music died along with her truck and the quiet took its place. She sat there for a moment in the deafening silence before snatching her phone out of its stand before attempting to call a tow truck. Her stomach dropped, no bars.

"Great." She thought sarcastically. "This is exactly what I needed right now."

She swung the door open and pushed herself out onto the rough terrain. She looked back the way she came, it led to the highway but all she could see were trees. The sounds of distant cars were little to none. The way she was headed was a mystery. A little ways away was a bend in the road almost completely hidden with more trees. She was really dreading having to leave her truck and all her belongings on the side of the road and have to walk to god knows where. The GPS didn't even show anything at the end of the road, like a road that leads to absolutely nowhere. In a last-ditch effort to call for help, she climbed on top of the truck's hood hoping to get a phone signal if she were just a bit higher. Her fishnet stockings caught on a piece of upturned metal and tore a larger hole in them. In the mix of smaller holes, there was now one the size of a baseball on her thigh. She ground her teeth in frustration before stepping up the windshield and standing on the roof. With her phone raised high she squinted to find no change, still no signal.

"Shit!" She cursed. "I guess i'm gonna have to take a walk."

As she dropped her arm in defeat, the sound of dirt and rock under slow tires caught in her ears. She looked ahead to see a dirty blue pickup truck round the bend down the road. This both terrified her and gave her a sense of relief.

Relief in the fact that she was not alone out here and terrified at the fact that she was not alone out in the middle of nowhere. The only other person for miles and she had no idea of this person's intentions. The truck with its mystery driver pulled across the road to park hood to hood with her. She gave the inside of her left combat boot a tap with her other boot. The feeling of hitting something hard in her boot helped calm her down a tiny bit. The knife that was always slipped into her boot was still in its place. She felt the clip still in place over the top of her boot. The mystery truck's driver side door was open and a dishevelled man stepped out, placing an arm over the roof of the truck and the other over the open door.

"You okay out 'ere? Yah look like you could use a little help." A thick country drawl echoed over to her, a voice that hit her right in the gut.

Ava sighed, looking down at the man whos eyes were intently on her. "My truck just went and died on me. Shes old but I was hoping she'd last a bit longer."

"Yeah I get that." Lester pat the roof of his truck. "Old girls like tha' can be pretty high maintenance." Lester exclaimed with a grin. Ava chuckled before sitting down and sliding herself down the windshield, resting on the hood. Now that she was closer she got a better look at him. He looked to be just a bit taller and a bit older than she was, with a green cap covering his what looked to be brown hair. He wore a dirty wife beater, once looked white now stained with dirt and sweat. Atop that was a brown button up that she could tell something was filling the breast pocket. Her eyes trailed to a necklace that hung around his neck. From here she couldn't make out exactly what it was. He was just a straight up filthy looking man.

She stayed on the hood staring back at him, one leg dangling off the side and the other bent at the knee, bringing it up to her chest. Her oversized tee riding up a little bit exposing the jean shorts she wore underneath that were previously hidden from view. Lester couldn't help but feel his breath hitch as he tried to get a view of them from between her legs. They were quite short and had ridden up fairly high from her slide down the truck. He felt his body heat up from a mixture of the attractive girl in front of him and how he felt her eyes moving up and down to examine him. It wasn't too often girls looking like that come through these parts, and when they did they definitely never came alone.

Ava could feel the man's gaze trailing over her. It wasn't the first time a man looked at her like that, and it wouldn't be the last. If she was being honest with herself whenever it happened it was quite the ego boost, she quite liked the attention. Plus, this guy was kinda cute. You know, in a dirty country hick kinda way. Not her usual type but then again she wasn't in her usual element either. His eyes trailed back up her body before stopping at her eyes, which were intently staring back into his. A wave of embarrassment and heat washed over his whole body. He looked away to avoid her intense stare, he looked back at her as he continued.

"Bo can fix ya right up though, he's a mechanic in the closest town to 'ere, just a ways up the road. He'll have ya back on the road real quick, I can give ya a lift if you'd like." He shuffled his feet as he asked if she wanted a ride from him. Ava weighed her options; either she doesn't take the ride and has to walk god knows how long to a mechanic, or she takes the ride and risks being murdered. She thought about it for a moment, she was armed. If things turned sour at least she could defend herself. He did seem awfully nice too.

"Could you please? You'd be saving my ass right now." She slid off the truck and shoved her phone in her back pocket.

"Of course, hop in and we'll get goin'." Lester gave the hood of his truck a small celebratory smack before sitting back in the driver's seat. Ava felt the dirt shift under her boots as she made her way over to the passenger side door, throwing it open and jumping in. As she got in she told herself to stay on guard and be careful. This was a stranger and she didn't want to end up like a kid on a milk carton. Lester did a three point turn before heading up the road and around the bend, her truck and everything she owned disappearing behind the thick trees.

"The names Lester, by the way." He gave her a quick glance as he drove.

"Avana." She responded with a small smile as she played with the new hole in her tights.

"Avana? I like tha', different, real pretty." Lester put his elbow on the truck's door to put his hand over the lower half of his face, trying to hide his small smile and growing blush. He had no idea why he said what he said, he had never talked to a tourist like this before. He looked over at her again to see her looking down at her legs, hair hiding a majority of her face from his view. Although he couldn't see much of her face, the red cheeks stood out from the black of her hair.

Her stomach did a flip at his compliment. This stranger was making her feel both nervous and excited at the same time. She honestly felt like throwing up at how her stomach was making her feel. She looked over at him with a small smile.

"Thank you, Lester." The truck fell silent for a moment before she spoke again.

"How long is the drive?" She asked while turning to look at him again.

"Not too long, only twenty minutes or so." Ava nodded at his response.

"What's a girl like you drivin all alone for anyway?" He gave her a questioning look. It was something he usually asked most people that he drove to Ambrose.

"I was on my way to Baton Rouge for a few days before heading down to New Orleans." She bit her lip and gave a nod, accepting her own answer.

"Sounds like fun." Lester gave her a small glance. "Whatchu heading down there for?" He asked.

"Not really anything in particular, I was hoping I'd get to play a bit of music though." She explained truthfully. It felt nice to talk to someone that wasn't making her food or giving her directions.

"Music?" Lester's ears perked up in interest. "You some sort of musician?"

Ava chuckled. "Yeah! Guitar and a bit of singing here and there. Nothing big though. I've been jumping from metal band to metal band since I was a teenager and nothing really stuck. After the last one I wanted to start new and decided hitting the road would be an interesting idea."

"Metal huh? That's pretty badass. But I shoulda guessed that from lookin' atcha." Lester smirked at what he felt was a very smooth response. Ava once again began to feel hot at his words.

She took the time to look around Lester's truck. It was quite dirty. Behind her were some odds and ends from different animals hanging in the back window. She could see some things like tails, bones, and feet but some she couldn't really identify. Lester looked over at her, a bit nervous.

"You a hunter?" She asked, she lent forward across from Lester to nudge a couple bones that were hanging from some string by his head near the windshield. They made a satisfying clattering sound. She nudged them again. Lester could feel how close she was, so close he could smell her. She smelled of vanilla and some sort of shampoo and her breath of mint that cascaded over his face. His grip on the steering wheel tightened.

"S-somethin' like that, yeah. Mostly just clearin' roads of whatever critters decided to drop. Gotta clear em up before they rot or the sun just bakes em, real nasty stuff." He felt he said more than he needed to for some reason.

"That's pretty cool!" A smile tugged at her lips as she sat back in her seat, he was already missing the closeness of her body.

He chuckled. "That ain't usually the reaction I get but thank ya. It ain't much but it pays the bills."

"Well someones gotta do it, right?" She said as she looked out the passenger side window at her surroundings. They were still driving on the same dirt road only the trees seemed to get more dense as they drove. She played with the hem of her long shirt. Absentmindedly pulling it down and up her thighs. Lester's eyes glanced at the movement as she played with the material. His hungry eyes traveled up from the clunky boots on her feet and up her pale legs, stopping at her chubby thighs. Lester felt that those tights looked real good on those cute legs of hers. They suited her. It took every ounce of his willpower to not reach over and give one of them a tight squeeze.

Ava's eyes moved to scan through the windshield and then to the man next to her. She could tell he was obviously looking at her cause he quickly turned his attention back to the road ahead. A shine by his waist caught her attention as the sun shone through the window. The light was bouncing off of the handle of what looked to be a large hunting knife strapped to his belt. This made her a little nervous. Lester could sense her staring and looked to see where she was looking, it was his knife.

"Oh you like that?" He pulled the knife out of the sheath and flicked it around in his fingers. The blade was rusted and dirty. Specks of what she hoped was animal blood littered the large blade. She couldn't tell what his intentions were with pulling out his knife like that. Was he not aware that a strange man pulling out a knife when a car with a young lady might be seen as absolutely terrifying? Ava was a bit freaked out. Was he trying to intimidate her? She quickly thought on her feet. She reached down into her boot and pulled out her own trusty blade. It was a black handled locking folding blade with a silver clip and a 5 inch silver blade with a hole near the middle for opening.

She flicked the blade open and thrusted it out towards Lester.

"I have one too!" The excitement in her voice was partially fake, trying to assert some dominance over the situation. She also did feel a bit excited to show someone one of her prized possessions, and to someone who would probably understand no less.

Lester was a bit dumbfounded, sliding his own knife back in its sleeve. Never in his years of driving people into Ambrose did he ever have a pretty girl pull out a knife like this. The way her hands wrapped around the handle meant she knew how to use it. The spotless metal of the blade reflected the sunlight like a clear lake in the summertime. He could also tell it was recently sharpened and polished from the shine on the edge.

Lester looked back and forth from the knife, to Ava, and the road. "Well ain't that a pretty thing ya got there. Boyfriend get that for ya?"

Ava scoffed. "No way, I bought this for myself a few years back to replace my old one."

Lester felt himself grinning from ear to ear. He was really starting to like this girl. "Well, it's a real nice piece." He smiled at her which she responded with a smile of her own. The fear she felt earlier had dissipated as she closed the knife and slid it back in her boot. The man felt genuine, like he didn't want to scare her but maybe just didn't understand some social cues super well. She kind of wanted to spend more time with Lester, the man with the handsome southern accent.

Sadly her time with him was up and Lester pulled up to the end of the road, which was partially blocked by trees.

"Here we are." Lester put the truck in park and got out of the truck, Ava following his actions. He stood leaning over the open door.

"You're gonna have t'walk the rest of the way. The entrance is washed out here. It aint much farther though, 'bout 5 minute walk from here." He pointed towards the section of road that wasn't blocked with trees. "Through there and to the right, keep walkin' till ya see "Bo's Garage", can't miss it."

Ava walked out in front of the truck and turned back towards him.

"Thank you so much for the ride, Lester. I'm sorry there isn't anything I can give you in return." Lester waved his hands at her.

"No trouble on my part, hun. Just get yourself goin'." Lester cursed himself for what he had just called her. He had only known her for just short of a half hour and he called her that. Ava's smirk told a different story.

"Well if you insist." She did a small bow in appreciation and waved. "Thank you again!" She turned around to walk off in the direction of town where his brother lay in wait. He watched parts of her intently as she walked through the entrance and made a right turn. When she was out of his view he grabbed a handheld radio from his truck door and pressed the button to talk.

"Bo, you there?" Lester asked.

"Yeah, whatchu want?" The voice of Bo the mechanic came through the radio.

"Just dropped off a young lady, she's walkin' into town now."

"She alone?"

"Yeah…" Lester's voice trailed off. He was a bit disappointed that by the end of the night she would be stuck in Ambrose forever. She wouldn't be looking nearly as good as she did right now. Vincent would strip her of her clothes and cover her already smooth skin in not as smooth wax. Her tattoos would be covered up and he would never get to trace his fingers along them like he wanted or run his hands over her thighs.

"Lester you fuckin' dolt you still there!?" Bo's angry voice came through the radio, he seemed to have spaced out a bit.

"Don't hurt her." He said shyly.

"What?" Bo was beyond confused. "Are you fuckin' serious?" Lester hesitated before speaking again.

"Yes I'm serious, you don't hurt that girl." Bo chuckled.

"And why is that?" Lester was unsure of what to say, he was confused when Bo laughed. What he said next made his face burn.

"Now I see why you little fuckin' pervert."

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randomreadingtimewithtsuki · 1 year

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This is for your Valentines Day ask!

Fandom: Yu Yu Hakusho

Character: Yusuke

My personality: bookworm through and through. I can be kind unless someone does something to someone I care about, then I will stand up to them. I forgive easily but not to the point of being taken advantage of. ADHD so I can be a little scattered at times. Plus size as well.

Scenario: Surprise Valentines Date(preferred Yusuke in his mid 20s. Reader knows about demons, spirit detectives and stuff like that)

Gender: female

Age: (rl? 34) character 20

Hello! Thank you for requesting! I will only write the scenario!

I will explain: a match up is an event where you describe yourself and I will choose someone that I think matches with you!

The scenario I asked for was for the character I chose in the match up!

But that is ok! I still gotcha!

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• You were terribly busy these past few days. You didn't even know what day of the week it was.

• Being this busy also meant not having much time to give attention to your boyfriend, Yusuke.

• He wasn't exactly clingy, but he did want some of your attention.

• You felt horrible because you couldn't give him much time. So you often saw him sulking around and pouting whenever you gave a little " sorry! "Smile."

• Finally a break was in sight! You were so happy to have some time to just relax. You went to tell Yusuke right away!

• He hated staying still so you were sure he was going to suggest you go somewhere.

• he flinched slightly when you mentioned your peaceful day was 13 and 14 of February.

• But you didn't really give two cents to it, just happy to be able to sleep again!

• As the day approached , Yusuke seemed a little bit too busy suddenly and just as suddenly he was back to his normal routine.

• Your break came around. One day apart!

• Did you think it was odd Yusuke not saying anything about going out? No. Why? He was a spontaneous person. He decided to go in at that time and that was that.

• So you went to sleep, half happy, half dreading what he thought of doing.

• Morning came around, so far nothing different. You did breakfast, Yusuke washed the dishes… all too normal.

• You cocked an eyebrow at him. This didn't feel right. He had that " I may have done something wrong , but don't get mad" face.

• He noticed your stare and waved you off " you are thinking too much! Just go chill!"

• Well… you started doing that. You changed into a comfortable clothing and when you went back you found a huge pillow fort in the living room:

Y/N: Yusuke? What is this?

Yusuke: Oh, you are here Y/N?

• You approached the fort carefully.

• Yusuke came out of it with a big grin:

Yusuke: What did you think?

• You had no words. You just stared:

Y/n: Yeah… But… But..

Yusuke: You have been working so hard lately that you didn't catch up to your stupid series.

Y/N: I… really didn't…

Yusuke: Come in! Come in !

• You hesitantly entered the fort. It was very cozy inside. The laptop on, having your favourite series on the screen already.

• Before you could ask Yusuke about anything, he tackled you so you could cuddle together.

• In a cute way? No. He literally jumped on you, but he was careful to not hurt you.

• Was this confusing? Yes. But it was nice to relax for once.

• When you made yourself comfortable aka got off from under Yusuke, you felt something poking your cheek.

• When you turned around you found a box.

• Yusuke had a blush on his face:

Yusuke: … Happy Valentine's day…

Valentine 's day? Oh. Oh. The realization sank in.

• He didn't do this just because of work.

• After this happiness settle down, panic installed: you forgot about a gift:

Y/N: Yusuke! I am so sorry, I forgot, I,i-

He shushed you with a pat on the head and a grin:

Yusuke: It's fine! All I need is you. Besides, this kind of thing is kinda… Cringy

• You laughed. It was very much like him to not want to do anything.

• He placed an arm around you and whispered to your ear:

Yusuke: By the way… I want chocolate too.

• He was pointing to the box he had poked your cheek earlier.

• You laughed and opened the box.

• It was nice having sometime just the two of you without going around for once.

• Nice that you didn't have to worry about him fighting again or having to drag him for the Makai.

• Just… a peaceful day.

• Oh you did realize it was February 13th, not 14th yet.

• But it's fine to celebrate a day earlier right? You weren't so sure Yusuke knew it was the wrong day….

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Thank you for reading!

I think this is ooc…

But thanks!

#yusuke urameshi x reader #yu yu hakusho #yyh #yyh x reader #yu yu hakusho x reader #yusuke urameshi #valentine's day event 2023

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tahanann · 2 years

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𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐋𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮

❝ To whoever finds these letters, I hope they reach you well ❞ ✎▫✧⭒....

Fandom: Hetalia Relationship: F/M Pairing: Alfred F. Jones (America) / (Female) Reader Chapter list: 00, 01, 02, 03, 04, 05, 06, 07, 08, 09, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14 Also posted on: AO3, Wattpad, Quotev

Chapter 05: "I wish explosions were fireworks" ✎▫✧⭒…

Time has gone by fast during (Y/n)'s stay in her new home. Even if she's gotten a few bad days here and there, days never seem to linger. It didn't even feel like four months have passed by. It was already near the end of December. Winter had already arrived and the young woman can feel the change in weather. She's been wearing warmer clothes now to keep up with the climate. She was aware of how easy it was for her to get sick, and since she's living by herself, there's no one around that'll take care of her. It's better for her to stay safe than sorry during the winter days.

(Y/n) sat around in her living room, her eyes staring at the tv screen in front of her. She'd been here for most of the afternoon. She had been browsing for something to watch, be it an internet show or a youtube video that's been recommended to her. So far, nothing was interesting to her. Most of it looked like boring content anyway or she's already watched them. The young woman didn't want to give up hope though. She was determined to find something to watch, or at least have something be in the background as she browses through her phone.

Minutes pass by as she browsed...and browsed, and eventually ended up with something. It was something she randomly picked. She has been doing this for hours and she can't lose another hour of just searching for another video. (Y/n) gently bit her cheek as she let the video play in the background. She went to pick up her phone and look at her different notifications. Most were invites to a new years party by friends. Her eyes widened when she felt her phone vibrate.

"Felicia?" (Y/n) mumbled to herself. "I thought she was busy." The young woman shrugged her shoulders before picking up the phone. "Hello?"

"Ciao! Oh! I'm so glad you picked up, (Y/n)!" Felicia giggled, "I'm sure you've gotten a lot of new years party invites but can you please please please come to mine instead? I know you said that you were going to celebrate New Years yourself this year. Please, me, sorella, and Claire would love to have you over at our place!"

The young woman wasn't sure if she should accept this invitation or not. She did tell herself that she was going to just sleep in for the new years, but seeing as how eager her friend is...it might not be a bad idea to do that. Besides, (Y/n) needed to hang out with Felicia more anyway. The Italian had been super nice to her. It was only right if she did this favor for her.

"Will there be tiramisu at the party?" (Y/n) asked, smiling. She could hear her friend squeal over the phone before speaking in Italian. There had been two extra voices in the background.

"There will be! I'll make sure Oriana will make them on the 31st!" Felicia hummed, "Wait! Does this mean that you'll go?"

"Of course," (Y/n) replied, "I mean as long as there is tiramisu over."

"Si! Yes! Of course! There will be!" Felicia's eagerness transferred over to (Y/n). They must have the same-sized grin at this point. The two young women talked for a few more moments. Their conversations ranged from how they were feeling to what had happened while they were away from each other. Though, much has not happened since they last saw each other. Felicia was the type of person that would immediately flock to (Y/n) during lunchtime. Like their breaktime chat, Felicia talked (Y/n)'s ear off.

Soon, the young Italian figured it was time for her to leave. She had mentioned that her partner and sister have been telling her to get off the phone so she could eat dinner. Felicia dismissed herself and hung up the call. (Y/n) shook her head and laughed as she put her phone down on her lap. The chosen video continued to play in the background as (Y/n) once again browsed through her phone.

It would continue for another hour or two until the young woman's stomach decided it was time for dinner. Slowly, (Y/n) got up from her comfortable position and walked to the kitchen. There she cooked her chosen meal and dined in her dining room. There, she ate quietly, with her ears listening to the noises of the distant tv.

After dinner, she washed dishes, turned off the tv, and headed to the bathroom to start her nightly routine. (Y/n) walked out feeling refreshed and warm. Slipping into the bedroom, she approached the bedside table that had Jones' letters. She picked the one she opened earlier this morning and reread it.

"Hello Jones," (Y/n) greeted.

Good evening babe! I would have written you a letter this morning, but something happened. A few enemies made their way to our base and it was sort of bad. I wasn't working the night shift so it wasn't my fault this time. I think a few of our guys dozed off and I don't know if they're still alive or not. I hope they are, I really am hoping. It kind of sucks to die while you're sleeping. You don't go out fighting you know? I guess sometimes dying in your sleep is better than whatever the hell some of our guys go through every day. May they rest in peace, if they are found dead. I don't want to be super negative, so I won't talk about it too much. I know when to filter things out. The last time I said something bad, ma and pa said that someone inked out most parts of my letters. I also got scolded by my commanding officers for it. The boys said that they've told me about it a lot of times. They kinda joke about it, you know? Charles said I was the second one that got scolded by the commanding officer for sending something that has bad stuff in it. I guess I don't know when to shut my mouth. No love poem for tonight! As much as I want to write one for you, I'm a bit stressed. I can't really think much if I'm super stressed. I've also got to stay much focused tonight too since I'm on duty. I've got the night shift. With such little light around me, it really is hard to write. I can't even see my paper sometimes! I had to ask my partner to light his lighter so I can see. Don't worry, I already know I owe him a favor, so all is well! Say have you ever looked at the night sky and thought about the moon and the stars. I'd always wish on a shooting star, asking for this to end. I'm getting tired of seeing people die. Every day, it just happens, and I can just feel everything wrapping itself around my skull. This war is squeezing me and twisting me inside out. I don't feel like myself sometimes. I guess everyone is feeling the same. I wish I was the moon, just sitting there and looking at down at people. It seems so at peace. Hey, if I was the moon, would you be my star? We'd be together in the night sky. Just the two of us without care. I'd honestly like that very much. Wishing on a star is a childish thing though, isn't it? Sorry, if it makes me seem immature. I'll be up for the rest of the night and I won't try sleeping either! I'll do my duty as a soldier and protect my friends! Hey, since I'll be up all night, I'll be your moon! I'll keep you safe at night. I may not be over there with you, but whenever you see the moon, that's going to be me! I'll see you as my star watching me and keeping me safe. I'm running out of paper again, so I'll see you the next time I write the letter! Good night, sweetheart, and sweet dreams. Sincerely, from your awesome, cool, moon guardian! A. F. J

"Moon guardian..." (Y/n) laughed, "I'm about to say good night." She smiled at the worn paper in her hands. Softly she hummed a "good night."

She placed the letter back in its envelope and tucked it back in her drawer. She fell asleep feeling happy, knowing that she would wake up and open a new letter.

The birds sang their songs once dawn hit the sky. They perched on a tree that stood tall beside her home. The sun shining in her face was enough to tell (Y/n) to wake up. She tossed and turned around, trying to shield her face away from the rays of light. She knew she had to get out of bed though. Struggling just a bit, (Y/n) pushed herself up and rubbed her eyes. When she rose up from her bed, she immediately started doing her morning routine.

Soon enough, she was back at her bed, her hands already grabbing the wooden box. She pulled out a letter and eagerly opened it. Her head tilted to the side when she saw something inside. There was some weird plastic inside it. She carefully pulled out the envelope's contents, finding the usual letter and some wither flower. It was preserved just fine but with age, it was already losing its color.

She was afraid of setting it down, believing that it would immediately turn to dust as soon as she put it down.

That wouldn't happen, right? it was in some weird clear plastic.

Her eyes studied the item in her hand. She couldn't tell what kind of flower it was. Perhaps it was a daisy? It looked like it. It had a blue color, but it was barely there. It was mostly brown now. She put the pressed flower down on her bedside table and turned to the letter.

"Good morning soldier," (Y/n) greeted the letter, "I hope you have something to say about that flower."

Good afternoon babe! How have you been? I hope you've been swell over there at home. I know the last letter I sent made it seem like I was sad. I only know this because I've been thinking about that letter. If you're worried about me being sad, don't be! I swear I'll be okay. Sure, it's getting hard, with people just...dying here and there, but, hey, I'm trying to be happy for you. I want to set a good example you know? I want to be that kind of soldier that smiles through the pain. I'm trying to be super strong for everyone. For you, for ma and pa, and for my friends. I keep thinking... if I smile more, maybe my friends will too. Have I told you that Charles, Alex, and James haven't been smiling as much? I don't think I mentioned it before. I think I usually talk about myself and my thoughts. Well...I've been keeping track of my friends. Keeping a close eye on them. I've noticed that ever our first battle with some enemies, they haven't really been smiling. I care about them a lot, babe. Seeing them sad and all makes me feel horrible. I just want to help them and stuff, so I'm trying to be more optimistic. Like, maybe I'll be a clown for them and make them smile. I'll work on getting my friends to smile genuinely, but for now, I want to talk about the gift I sent you! Do you like it? I got it from a kid I saved! Did you know he called me his hero? I felt so happy when he said that. It's been a long time since I've genuinely gotten happy, so, having that kid say that to me... made me feel really nice. I hope our kids would say that I'm a hero. Well, future kids, anyway. That is if you want kids too! Don't worry, it's just a thought of mine. I figured I would send it to you since I think you might like it. You and the flower are equally as beautiful, so it fits! Ma and Pa got another one, but I don't know what flower it is. I remember the kid saying that the flower you have is a blue daisy, though. I don't know if anyone is growing blue daisies back at home. Maybe the one I send over will be the first you see! Keep it safe, okay? I sent many kisses to it, so, think of it as a packet of kisses, and also a pressed flower. I'll write to you when I can. Sincerely, from your super strong, cool, handsome hero, A. F. J.

"A blue daisy?" (Y/n) hummed. She placed the letter down on her lap and grabbed the flower and her phone. She looked up the picture of the flower and compared it to the preserved one she had. They had similar characteristics, even if one of them is withered and old.

"It's pretty," (Y/n) smiled, "I'll make sure I'll keep it somewhere safe." She tucked the letter back in its case and placed it inside her drawer. She looked at the pressed flower in her hand. Perhaps she should pin it? Maybe she could put it away in her dresser. She wants to show it off though.

Quietly, she looked up for ways to take care of preserved flowers. It might be a bit hard to preserve the one she has right now. This flower is basically as old as the elderly today. She had to treat it with more care than usual.

The young woman mumbled things to herself as she browsed. She ended up reading an article that gave her a few tips and tricks on how to take care of her gift. She managed to get off topic and find herself in a page that explained the symbolism of certain flowers. She came across the one for the blue daisy. The website said that the blue daisies symbolize trust, honesty, and loyalty.

(Y/n) doubts that Jones knew the symbolism for the flower. He probably thought the flower was pretty and sent it to his sweetheart. Still, learning about what the flower symbolized was neat. Just a little piece of trivia that she'll keep in her mind.

She tucked the blue daisy inside another drawer. She doesn't really have anything to store it in right now, so that's all she has. (Y/n) already planned to put it on a frame. She was just missing the frame right now. There's nothing to do today so she might as well go shopping.

She needed to buy groceries today anyway.

Humming, (Y/n) stood up from her bed and went to grab her bag and her keys. She left her home and drove to different stores, taking anything she needed. Though she originally planned on buying just groceries, she figured that she would buy herself a few trinkets. She went to a variety of places, like a clothing store, an electronics store, and a bookstore.

Her outing became an unexpected shopping spree.

The woman came home around nighttime. She didn't think she would spend that long in the shopping center. (Y/n) came home exhausted, but happy. She exited her car and approached her trunk. She pulled out the different bags. Her mind was focused on getting her things inside her house that she didn't notice a person approaching her.

"H-Hey-" a voice called out.

(Y/n) tensed up and tightly clenched her bag. She was ready to hit whoever was there beside her. Slowly, she turned her head and looked at the person who tried talking to her.

It was a blonde guy with dark blue eyes. There was an odd purple tint blended with his blue irises. He wore glasses, a red checkered shirt, and pajamas. His skin was light, but there was a bright blush on his face. He wore a shy smile.

"S-Sorry! Did I scare you?" the man asked.

(Y/n) didn't know what to make of the guy. He seemed friendly enough to her and he didn't really pose a threat to her. The young woman looked at him more humming.

"You sort of did. Sorry about my tight response, I can't really be off guard when it comes to being alone at night," (Y/n) confessed, "but you're okay. Did you need anything? If my tree's branches fell on your property, I'll clean that up for you in the morning."

"No- no no it's not your tree," the blonde responded, "I was going to get mail but I saw you and you had a bunch of bags. I figured it was only right to help you out. Oh! I...I umm...should have asked first. Can I help you out with those?"

This guy was getting mail? At this hour? Wasn't it super late? Well...maybe he just forgot to get today's mail.

The young woman looked at the stranger and nodded. She was taking a risk trusting this guy but he was her neighbor. She had to get friendly with the neighbors eventually. Who knows, maybe she could finally have a friend around this area.

(Y/n) split up the bags and prompted the blonde to follow her to her door. She placed her bags down and pulled out her keys to open her door. Once unlocked, the door was pushed open and the two were immediately hit with a cold breeze. She mumbled words to herself as she flipped on the living room lights and went straight to the thermostat.

"This house is always cold, I swear," (Y/n) frowned. Her (e/c) eyes looked to a bluish-purple gaze. "You can put those bags over there."

Her neighbor nodded and followed her orders. He helped her out with more of her bags until there was none left. There they stood behind her car, their eyes looking at each other.

"Thank you for your help," the (h/c)-haired woman smiled, "I'm (Y/n) (L/n) by the way. It's very nice to meet you."

"Ah...Matthew...my name is Matthew Williams. It's very nice to meet you too." The timid male looked around, his hands hiding inside his pockets. "If you ever need help and stuff I'm right next door. You can always ring it."

"Gotcha," (Y/n) responded. "I'll see you around, Matthew."

Matthew muttered a short "yeah," and smiled at the young woman. The blonde excused himself and returned back to his house. (Y/n) watched him get his mail from his mailbox. He turned around and waved, with the woman returning the gesture. They both retreated back to their homes at the same time.

(Y/n) sighed as she looked at her many bags. It was time for her to put all of the purchases away. Since she already had her dinner, she pretty much had all the time in the world to put them away. One by one, she sorted her items out. She put the groceries with the rest of the groceries and the clothes with the other clothes. Miscellaneous things were put away last.

She walked to her bedroom and immediately sat down. In her hand, she held a picture frame. It was the kind that had a hole at the back. She was planning on hanging it on her bedroom wall. She had thumbtacks in her drawer already, so she didn't have to get out. She unhinged the back of the frame so she didn't have to struggle with it later. (Y/n) opened the drawer that had the flower inside. Carefully, she took the plastic out and placed it inside the frame.

Taking out a thumbtack and inserting it in her wall, she hung up the pressed flower. She took a few steps back to look at her small project. It was pretty for her, despite its age.

"Thank you Jones for the decoration," (Y/n) grinned. She exited her room to get herself ready for bed.

(Y/n) hummed a tune in the shower. As the warm water hit her bare skin, she let her thoughts bounce around in her mind. There were thoughts about the party she had to attend tomorrow. She wasn't nervous about the hang-out, really. She was mostly worried about not having anyone to talk to, since Felicia usually had guests she didn't know.

The only people she was familiar with were Felicia, her girlfriend, and her sister Oriana. Other than that, they were strangers. There might be a few coworkers in there though, so she might be okay.

Her mind starts to wander again. There he was again.

Jones.

She thought about how he would spend his new years, if he celebrated it at all. She was hoping that he spent it with his friends Charles, Alex, and James, but a part of her knew that his celebration might be horrible. The thought left a twisting feeling in her gut. (Y/n) shook off her thoughts and focused on the more optimistic prediction.

The (h/c)-haired woman slipped out of the bathroom and got dressed into comfortable sleepwear. She sat on the bed afterward and immediately picked up her phone so she could watch videos for the rest of the evening. Unexpectedly, sleep catches her consciousness and she's drifted off into her dreams.

The morning would get her back to her senses. (Y/n) finds herself with her phone off. She tried to turn it off but finds that there's no more battery. Cursing quietly, she reached over the edge and reached for her charger so she could plug in her phone. She felt peace when her phone's screen lit up again.

The time appeared at the top of her screen.

It was almost noon.

(Y/n) hummed as she sunk back into bed. Her tired eyes stared up at the ceiling, her mind wandering once more. Today was New Years Eve...today was Felicia's party. The woman moved to the edge of the bed. She doesn't want to do much today, but she really wants to open a letter from Jones. She can hold off the rest of her morning routine for today.

The young woman leaned over and pulled out the box. She opened it and pulled out a letter. She decided to shake it so she could guess if there was anything in there or not. It sounded like there were only papers in there. Gift or not, it doesn't really matter to her. Just as long as she talks to Jones today, she was fine.

She ripped the envelope and plucked the letter inside.

"Good morning Jones." Her voice was dry and deeper than usual, but it was intelligible enough for her.

Good evening babe, I'm stuck on night duty again. I don't really like night duty as much as I like daytime duty. I can't really see as far. I go around wearing glasses for Christ's sake, of course, I can't see far. I guess they only want me to be here because I rarely sleep at night. The same goes for everyone here, though! I feel like my commanding officer is singling me out because I've done a lot of dumb stuff while we were working together. I guess working night duty won't be that bad because you're up in the sky as you know, my star guardian. I should maybe drop the act, but it's really fun thinking that you're the stars in the sky. It helps with the moods you know. It's already a new year over here since I'm positive that it's already past midnight. Hell, you might even get this letter way past new years day, but I just want to say Happy New Year babe! I'll even draw fireworks for you! I can't, you know, listen to them though. Shit gives me really bad thoughts. I don't mean to curse, but, to be honest, I might come to hate fireworks. The way they just sound it's just horrible. Reminds me of the explosions that constantly happen over here all the time. I wish the explosions were fireworks. I'm sick and tired of thinking that these damn explosions are going to kill me. At least with fireworks, they're a positive thing. They remind me of the Fourth of July, which, surprisingly, is the same day as my birthday. Lucky, aren't I? Every fourth of July, there are two celebrations going on. A bunch of fireworks, a lot of hot dogs, and hamburgers. Wish I could kiss you right now. I really miss you, you know? Wish I was there holding you right now, but for now, all I have for you are words. If you need a kiss, I'll give you one for free! I don't have lipstick but I could maybe draw some lips for you! They're going to be my lips by the way! I'm running out of paper, and I can't always have this light on me, so I have to say goodbye. Stay safe there always babe. I'll send a letter whenever I can! I'll be there with you always in spirit. From, your super handsome, heroic, moon guardian, A. F. J

Jones wasn't kidding when he said he would draw fireworks and a pair of lips. (Y/n) looked at the letter's decor. There were things that were sort of like fireworks, but they were only a dark blue color. They scattered all over the page, which made this letter different than the rest. His lips drawing made it even better too.

(Y/n) giggled as she looked at the letter.

"Happy new year, soldier."

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