#If anybody else wants to play a character like this pls!
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✧˖ ?!— THE ASSHOLE THAT MIGHT MAKE YOU FORGIVE & FORGET. - (NSFW.)
— ‧₊˚ — 🍸: "wanna make you hate being touched by anybody else but me, i'll be so selfish with you ??"
summary. despite your best efforts at avoiding your much-hated hookup boxer, he somehow finds a way to your apartment claiming he's here for your own good benefit, being a total ass- does he even have the ability to change? well, he's determinded to make you forgive & forget... in his own unique ways!
notes. haven't written full blown smut in quite a while aaahhhh also my longest fic up to date??? - this is part two of TWO WHORES IN A ROOM, THEY MIGHT KISS but can be read on it's own.
warnings/includes. (MDNI!!) non idol! jungkook x f! reader, they still kinda hate eachother sry (tiny bit of character development in the middle tho), elements of angst, making out, he's a bit of a dick :/, reader is kind of a therapist (pls don't go around in real life trying to fix ppl!!), tit/nipple play, riding, kook sub tendency towards the end, unprotected sex (she's on the pill tho), not proofread :/
you starred blankly at the text bubble he sent you a minute ago, hell- it was 2 am- you blinked repeatedly, reading it once more:
unknown number (jeon ) : i'm outside your apartment
you've done your absolute best avoiding him at all costs, you couldn't no- you shouldn't at all, never ever form a connection with him and though you'd usually be okay with having a little fling, you didn't want to be associated with him nor did you want to see his face. it was a hate fuck, nothing more, nothing less - but he always knew just how to ruin your plans.
you looked outside the window, actually sighting a figure, a motorcycle close to them as the person lifted it's head shortly from their phone, you quickly typed in a response.
y/n ( reader ) : how do you know my number, how do you know my adress and what makes you think i'll open the door
unknown number (jeon ) : i'm cold
the simplicity of the incoming answer, made you roll your eyes, opening the window instantly after reading yelling out to the person: "i'll call the police for stalking"
he instantly yells back, "you don't actually have any intentions of calling the police. you want to see me" with every word stepping a bit closer to your apartment, now practically being next to your door.
"ha," you let out till full blown starting to laugh, "i wanna see you?" the smile from the laugh still plastered of your face, "you really think so?"
"oh i'm sure of it, what else is there to do on a saturday night? i just know you've been thinking bout my big dick all day, i know it makes you sick- but y'know what? i'm here to fix it for you" he looks up to you while delivering his dialogue in a sarcastic tone like he's the savior of the world, his smirk coming back once more.
you skipped down the stairs, opening the door just a few centimeters, enough to see your face, not enough to completly look into your apartment, answering him back now face to face, giving him a rather unimpressed look: "right, you showed up but somehow u're still blabbering 'bout me wanting you here, but whatever go on- tell me i'm the needy cockslut who wants you right now"
his hands reach out to presumably touch your tits as you make the split of the open door a little smaller so his hands won't fit through while he makes a tiny sound of disapproval in the mean time almost like a 'tsk tsk' until he starts talking again:
"you're standing here in your pjs at 2am opening up your door for no other then me and that says just enough"
you stand there silent for just a few seconds till bouncing back on his answer, "don't get it twisted, i wanted to see what you have to say for yourself-"
his smug little smirk on his face grows bigger as you speak, his words dripping with sarcasm as if you're playing right into his hands "oh so you are interested in what i have to say?"
"very much so but so far you've been talking a lot of shit which doesn't necessarly surprise me either"
jungkooks grin still remains maybe even gets bigger, his voice dripping of sarcasm, "oh c'mon you love anything that has a dick for you to suck on, you're not big on words"
you open the door a bit more further, sighing like you're tired: "well quite frankly i don't feel like having your dick in my mouth"
he runs his hands through his hair, few seconds of silence passing when he finally responds now a little more serious: "are you really gonna act like you didn't enjoy the last time we're together?"
you gulp, for the first time avoiding eye contact: "well not everything revolves around sex"
"ah well isn't that cute, trying to play innocent?" his smile suddenly disappears, his brow furrowing as he gives you a serious look, "look at me. right on the eyes"
you look him in the eyes again, voice getting just a bit louder: "you don't get it, you see any pussy and jump straight onto it then leave which would be fine- but i don't want us to be fuck buddies, i don't want us being awkward at work, i don't want to form an attraction beyond sex to you in any way and i won't even risk it- and you? you don't even think about anything, you just think with your dick"
his eyebrow raises as he lets out a chuckle and rolls his eyes, "yeah, yeah i guess i am quite a shitty guy for not wanting anything more than just to dick you down for all eternity"
you rest your head on the wall next to the door in frustration, making a sound close to a sigh again: "you'll leave me in a week, i'll get attached, you'll make fun of me- i don't want that" surprisingly honest and serious.
he stares at you for few seconds longer, you're not making eye contact anymore, still pressed on the wall your head facing downwards. he sighs and his eyes close as he takes a deep breath as if preparing himself for what he's about to say: "you really think that little of me huh?"
you respond calmly though still avoiding his eyes, admitting in all honesty: "you've given me no reason to think more of you"
and for the first time since you've ever seen him, you see jungkook generally hurt, his eyes not settling as he begins to slowly nod like he understood, taking a step back from the door, "i'll leave you alone"
you watch him take a few steps- but you just can't do this. he was right, for the first time in everything he has said so far- he was right: you wanted him. you didn't know if you wanted him beyond sex but you weren't gonna figure this out right now either so you made the spontanous gut decision, you swiftly walked behind him- grabbing his arm, stopping him.
"you can call me a dumb whore- but i've changed my decision, i don't want you to leave"
you can almost see his brain working your words out one by one till he returns to good old self, voice thick of sarcasm, a sly grin making it's way onto his face once more "oh and why's that?"
"can you shut up?"
it's a messy kiss. desperate, longing, needing - telling. his hands not settling, moving all across your body, squeezing and kneading wherever they can in a matter of time you both stumble back into your apartment, lips not breaking apart not even once even as he closes the front door with his foot, deepening the kiss mean while.
you get pushed back onto the couch, your lips still locked together as his hands move under your clothes, taking off each item of your clothing at lightning speed, like he's trying to tear them all apart.
you break away in the mean time to breathe as you basically pant, taking the short time to look down onto yourself, practically naked then look at him who still had way to many clothes on for your liking, "not fair" your words barerly good said as he basically swallowed them by kissing you once more.
he shifts his position again, wrapping his arms around your bare waist, pulling you onto his lap, groaning into the kiss, trying his best to combine keeping you in place with one hand and cupping your face rather violently with the other.
"please," you pull his pants just a bit to get your point across, "not fair" repeating what you already said like a broken toy in addition you pouted which y'know gets u sympathy points usually, you wanted to feel him- it was only fair.
"oh look who's upset?" a grin splarred over his face, tone mocking maybe even belittling, "you'll have to earn it" running his fingers through one of your hair strands till his gaze returns to your eyes.
"i thought we were over this," you whined till throwing your head back in frustration, "please, i was so nice"
"nice? you called me a shitty guy, thought little of me and basically called me a womanizer among other things." he puts both of his hands on your knees and spreads your legs apart more so you sit wider on him, "and you really think that 'pretty pretty please' is gonna be enough?"
no matter how good he was of a fucker, you weren't just gonna throw away your morals for him completly so you bluntly responded: "the fact that i'm even on your lap right now after some of the shit you said is pretty damn nice of me"
"fair point" he admits and his hands wander up your body once more, tracing each and every curve of your body, holding you down tightly to stop you from moving "you're not a nice girl. you know what you are?"
you responded instantly before he could say anything, putting a finger on his mouth to pervent more bullshit coming from that pretty mouth of his: "don't call me a whore, i won't tolerate slut shaming anymore when you're just as much of one as me, if not more"
he squeezed your thighs during your little speach, acting like a brat who doesn't give two shits about whatever you're saying, "you know i love it when you try to play this 'respect me' act, acting like you really are not some little whore that just wants to get pounded into a matress till she can't take it anymore"
you rolled your eyes immediately, taking in a deep breath: "everytime i have the feeling like i'm getting somewhere with you, i'm talking you developing your brain from teenage boy age 13 to 14, you piss me of even more- god i fucking hate you"
he leans forward, his body even closer to yours, a cruel smile crossing his face, "oh i love the way you get angry" his hot breath hitting your face and his eyes locked into yours, "it makes you look so helpless"
you get closer to his face, now inches apart to make sure the next few sentences really get to him: "i just want you to know that whatever you'll think after this whole thing, i want you to know that you didn't magically pull me in, i'm not helpless neither are you the only person with good dick in this shitplace, you're an avaible option that can be replaced at any given moment, you are a whore that goes around and gets used, no matter how much you hate that fact or not, it's the damn truth, so start being a fucking man and accept it, suck it up" you say something he'd say to you, a taste of his own medicine if you will.
you see it on his face that you've managed to finally get to him, like he's actually taken aback by something for once. your words seemed to cut him deeply and he just stares at you, his breath shaky and his eyes big, wide doed like you've never seen before.
"okay," you take his hands away from your thighs locking them with yours, face still close to his, holding eye contact, "it's okay, it's okay to have sex, it's okay to want to live a free live but you have to communicate that and stop being a prick, stop using girls, stop blowing your ego up and then maybe we could have something" you whisper it as calmly as she can, squeezing his hands every once in a while like you actually want to help him.
he looked onto the both hands locked together till squeezing your hand back, his voice trembling as he tries to remain calm when speaking, "why are you still being so nice to me?"
"you know you do this thing where i look at you and you say something so good, so rational and it happens every once in a while where i think to myself- this is why i can't leave our whole thing alone cause somewhere just somewhere there still is that one valueable dude, it's just-" you sigh, till burrying your head on his shoulder in frustration, "i'm so stupid, i feel like i'll always come back to you, i don't know if that's good"
he almost automatically wraps his arms around your figure and now is the time where you actually do feel helpless in his arms, god- you were so stupid.
he buries his face in your hair, breathing you in, he didn't want to feel this vulnerable around you- it almost hurt to let his emotions show "oh c'mon- don't say that, please" his voice is shaky and his words carry a clear feeling of hurt.
"i always used to say that i don't believe that people can change, it's funny how you try to make excuses and loopholes for your morals when you actually experience something on your own," you straighten up your posture, removing your head from his shoulder, avoiding his eyes while trying to gather your thoughts.
his voice still carries the same shaky emotion as he speaks "why are you avoiding eye contact?" he burries his head against your chest, rubbing against it like trying to make you look at him, softly beginning to lick the skin.
the more he nibbles and licks on your skin, the more little mumbles against the skin are hearable, "i'll make you forgive me" or "i'll make you forget" - it's like a trance.
his tongue getting to your tits, "look at me, please" he pleads like not having your attention on him even for just a few seconds is a crime sentence - at the same time wrapping his lips around one of your hardened nipples, sucking with just as much passion.
he leaves thick traces of saliva on both ones, an occasional muffeled moan slipping out, "could do this forever, i could die happy with one of- mmh" giving both of them his full diverted attention like he had to make sure the other one doesn't feel left out.
when his head comes up from your chest, his eyes are half-lidded, hair is all over the place, a little bit of saliva in the corner of his mouth yet he instantly cups your face kissing you again and again.
everytime he breaks away just shortly to breathe he whispers something into the air then immediately kisses you, swallowing the words like they were dangerous to fly around unanswered.
"wanna do this forever, have you on my tongue over and over again till my tongue goes numb, till i can't taste or feel anymore"
"wanna have you in every position you can think of, wanna fuck you so much your body only remembers me, my shape, my dick- everything, only me"
"wanna make you hate being touched by anybody else but me, i'll be so selfish with you"
dangerous words.
dangerous words that feel a bit to real.
it's so evident he has long lost any control over himself, those eyes still so doed like he's begging you to give in, fully drop your boundaries, to give into his fantasies. eyes locking with yours to speak up just once more like he's admitting something, voice more quiet:
"fuck it, i'm already way to selfish with you"
your hands find the zipper of his pants right before opening, pausing to say something yourself, "i'm selfish too, i choose what i want in the moment instead of what would be better for me in the longterm" you pressed your lips onto his almost to shut down your own thoughts, the important ones, the conscious ones that were barerly left till breaking off again, "i don't care, not right now"
you can already feel his hard cock rub against your panties through the jeans material, "i'm so hard it hurts" he looked at you so pleadingly like you were the doctor with the medicine to safe his life, like this was a do or die situation, a tiny cheeky pout on his face, "can you fix me?"
you didn't know if he was talking about himself as a whole or his cock but regardless you took his hands in order for him to stand up so it would be easier to remove his pants and boxers doing it all in one swift motion.
making him sit down onto the coach once again, he whined at the feeling of cold air on his bare skin and you not immediately sitting down onto him, you strip down your pretty ruined panties, his eye not knowing where to look as he played with his lip ring, tilting his head like he's tryna get a better view.
his hands reach out practically on their own, yearning to get his hands onto anything yours, "sit down, ride me" jungkooks tone shaky yet he tried his best to hide that (not rly working) as he added a tiny quiet "please" at the end of it, barerly audible to the average ear.
you couldn't help but chuckle at the fact that he was behaving like a child (nothing unusual) but the laugh got cut of by a moan as your pussy practically swallowed his length, his hands instantly quite harshly going to your hips, leading you- maybe even guiding.
"fuck yea-" his voice so awfully strained as his both of your hips moved in sync, his fingernails digging into your soft skin, making you groan.
"missed this pussy so much," he moaned out, throwing his head back onto the coach headboard till he weakly added: "so obssesed with you, i've been wanting this tight- mmh, fuck- ever since-"
he couldn't finish his sentence neither did he look like he could form any coherient thoughts, face scrunched up in pleasure, a bit of sweat on his forehead- and you probably didn't look any better yourself.
your walls clenched around him out of sheer response, you were so wrong- this was such bad decision, it would be so hard to let him go after this, it would-
"gonna cum, fuck- i can't"
his pressed out words cut through your thoughts like a sharp knife, the skin slapping noises suddenly feeling louder then they had been before, your own pussy clenching around him once again.
"can't hold it back, i don-"
he was going to leave marks on your hips for sure, you bet he didn't even realize how hard he had been squeezing the poor skin, occasionally moving to your ass.
you moaned yourself, feeling your own orgasm approaching, jungkooks eyes closed, lips parting slightly like he's on the top stage of ecstasy somewhere over the rainbow as you could feel your own walls getting coated with cum.
your body instantly went weak after, lightly collpasing onto his chest as though he seemed unusually tired he wrapped his arms around your back, stroking the skin and bone structure slowly.
it felt so comforting even your eyes closed, you felt so tired- what time was it again?
"fuck- i forgot the condom" his fingers paused, the shook in his voice audible.
"i'm on the pill, we're good" you closed your eyes again, now the clear goal was to fall asleep.
yet y'know how it was with your plans and jungkook- he cut through them as he lied still for a few minutes till whispering, "i don't hate you by the way" his fingers now again continuing the gentle act on your back even slower then before like a quit lullaby, "not even one bit"
"i know"
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money, power, glory - coriolanus snow x plinth!oc
description: rhea plinth wanted one thing more than anything in this world. power. this is her story of descending into the hunger for power. the addiction to it. and if she can love through this hunger.
tw: 18+ standard hunger games shizzle, strong language, spice, toxic relationships, power hungry bitches, rhea is just as twisted as snow
a/n: hi peeps, this is my first attempt at writing anything ff related, but coryo has been in my brain since i read tbosas. i didnt want to write him ooc but rather embrace the fact that he is bat shit crazy and create a character that also embraces and encourages that side of him. i dont think ive read any ffs that have a reader/oc that is also as fucked up as snow. pls be nice
What is the purpose of the Hunger Games?
I used to think that they were to bring justice to Panem. To punish the districts for the uprising. We’d always been taught that, and I believed it. Yet, now I see things a little differently. I see things for how they truly are. I was eighteen when I learnt the truth about the Hunger Games. How they are played, and how they are really won.
‘Rhea?’ a voice echoes from behind me. I snap my head around to see my brother leant against the frame of my bedroom door.
‘Sejanus, what have I said about knocking’, he flinches at my response, my tone harsher than intended.
He lowers his gaze to the blazer in his grip, cowering from the hardened stare I deliver his way. ‘I’m sorry’ weak, ‘we’re going to be late’.
I turn to fully face him, lifting my face to a content smile. My heels clack on the marble flooring as I cross the room, I pause for a second in front of him, waiting. Sejanus holds his elbow out for me to link my hand through, my gloved hand brushes the soft thread of his shirt as an avox approaches and hands me my purse.
‘Bye, mother!’, ‘See ya, Ma’ we shout as we leave the penthouse. Sejanus never stopped calling our mother ‘ma’, juvenile if you ask me. Sometimes I think he wants to be back in the districts.
The red silk of my dress grazes the bottoms of my calves as we make our way to the car, another avox our driver. I see avox’s as the perfect company, they know their place in this society, even if they did have to learn it the hard way. They know that they have no power, they have accepted that there are consequences to their actions. They don’t talk back either.
‘The Academy’ a demand, not a request.
‘Please.’ Sejanus adds
The Academy. Only the elites have the privilege of attending, and only the greats go on to study at the University. We may not be Capitol born, but we belong there more than anybody else. For ten years, I have been proving my place amongst my fellow students, before I even set foot in the Capitol, I knew I am simply better than them all.
I entered first. Shoulders back, chin up. Make them stare. The first thing I know about power. If you can’t command a room, you have none. I felt the eyes on me as I strode in, then I heard the whispers. I had power, you see, I have their attention when I give them none. I glance around the room attempting to find someone worth a morsel of my time, when I hear his voice.
‘Rhea Plinth’, that is a voice I would never tire of hearing.
‘Coriolanus Snow’ I acknowledge him, giving him a once over. The pinstripes of his dress shirt, dated, yet he made it look like an arising trend in the Capitol. A rose tucked into the formal vest. He was handsome indeed, a shame about the mismatched tesserae buttons. I placed my hand into his outstretched palm, watching him raise it to his lips as he leant down and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of it in greeting.
‘Rhea, can you just get it over and done with, Snow won the Plinth Prize, didn’t he?’ the bratty whine of Arachne Crane interrupted.
‘I can’t confirm anything’, power, ‘however, I can say things will get interesting this year.’ my voice almost sultry as I spoke directly to Coriolanus, not even bothering to turn to Arachne.
‘Now, Coriolanus, walk with me?’ a huff sounds from beside us as we turn to leave the hall.
‘Won’t people suspect something?’ I feel his breath on my neck as he hunches down to be level with my ear.
‘They’ll just assume I’m telling you about the prize’, I remain facing ahead, the doors to the adjoining hallway open. A rare smile hooks at the corners of my mouth as we round the corner, a pillar shielding us from the curious eyes of anyone passing.
‘Ah yes, Miss Plinth doing her duty as the liaison for the prestigious Plinth family.’ His mocking tone forces my eyes to roll, as we slowly step backwards. I may be the representative of the Plinth family for all intents and purposes, but with Coriolanus, I don’t have to be. See, I know who he really is, I know that his family has no money, I’ve seen the apartment they live in. Deep down, I know that all he sees in me is District, but I am the one thing that stands between him and the power he craves. That’s why we have this arrangement. I secure his future in the Capitol, and he makes sure that no one will ever see me as district again.
I’m drawn from my thoughts as my skin hits the cold wall behind me, a hand snaking its way around my waist. A hooked finger nudges my chin, lifting my gaze to meet the piercing blue eyes looking down at me. The intensity of his stare is almost intimidating. His grip changes as he strokes a fallen piece of hair behind my ear.
‘You look pretty like this,’ he murmurs, leaning in. His lips graze mine and I feel him inhale. Like he’s breathing in my surrender. I crash my lips against his, our noses bumping against each other, but neither of us minding. His lips are rough against mine, more aggressive. You look pretty like this. I look pretty when you think you have control over me.
I reach my hands around his neck, tangling my fingers into the blond curls. I tug once, he groans, I tug again. Who’s in control now, Coryo. He squeezes my waist and I sigh into the kiss. Our whole exchange is a power play. His tongue slips into my mouth as he reaches his hand lower, and lower. Maybe I could give in this once.
The echo of someone clearing their throat shatters the tension between us. Coriolanus takes a few instinctive steps back as I swing my head around to look at who dared interrupt us.
Dean Casca Highbottom.
‘Mr Snow, Miss Plinth. I assume you are heading into the hall to hear the announcement?’ He looked disgusted, disappointed.
‘Yes, of course, Dean Highbottom.’ Coriolanus responded instantly, leaving me standing with the Dean, marching back into the grand hall, his hands reaching up to fix his hair
‘They can’t make the announcement without me, Casca. You know that,’ I give him a knowing look before following Coriolanus’ lead. I look back over my shoulder to see the Dean opening a vial and consuming the contents.
I found Coriolanus standing with my brother and another girl from our class, Dovecote, Clemensia I believe. I give her a slight nod as a hello, not wanting to waste my breath on her. ‘Hello Sejanus, Coriolanus.’ glancing up at the boys, flashing a quick smirk at them.
‘Rhea, where were you?’ Sejanus queries, his brows furrowed, ‘you’re meant to be naming the winner.’
‘Brother mine, you worry too much. Besides, there's been a slight change in plan.’ This is power. Knowledge. Money.
‘Can everyone take their seats,’ the instructions come from one of the teachers at the Academy.
I leave the group and make my way up to the podium, passing Dean Highbottom on the way. The room silences as I ascend the stairs. As I glance down to the crowd, I catch Coriolanus’ eye, he looks hopeful. He needs this prize. To anyone else, it’s about the title. To him, this is everything.
‘My father, Strabo Plinth, has been gracious enough, over the years, to provide incentive to those at the Academy in the form of the Plinth Prize. An award bestowed upon the student who excels in every aspect of their education. An honour for any student who wins it.’ my voice strong, conductive, they are hanging on my every word. Power. I see Arachne glare over at the blond boy, they all think they know. They all think he has won. ‘This year, we want to make things harder, create more of a challenge. This year, myself and my mentor, Dr. Ghaul, want you. The top twenty-four. The elite. To become mentors yourselves.’ slight muttering begins to spread around the room. ‘This reaping day, you will be assigned tributes, you will guide them, make spectacles of them, and one of you. You will create a victor.’
The voices become louder, anger begins to bubble. Arachne is already complaining, Sejanus looks horrified. But Coriolanus, he is furious. And me, a large grin spreads its way across my face.
Now this. This is power.
#coriolanus snow#coriolanus x reader#oc#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#tbosas#lucy gray baird#tom blyth#coryo snow#tigris snow#the hunger games#capitol
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GUYSSSS MISAKO CAT DOODLE.
THERES MORE PLS READ.
⚠️⚠️HEY NINJAGO FANDOM (and any others) I THINK WE ALL NEED TO HAVE A TALK. OK.⚠️⚠️
So for one dragons rising s2 part 1 comes out tomrrow for those in the United States and some other areas, but there’s also been some slight debates about Misako on tumblr (maybe not but I keep getting posts related to her).
and it’s a little annoying tbh. Well not annoying but difficult. Some posts are saying “Oh well misako wasn’t s good mom but the ninja weren’t better!” Which I am NOT trying to call anybody out or attack them. However yeah none of them were really ‘great’ at raising Lloyd however there’s also other factors that go into it as well.
I myself am more neutral about Misako. I don’t like her. But I’m willing to hear out genuine debates on her. However yes, I agree Misako is a complex character and while I and I’m sure many others who might dislike her or feel neutral about her understand that and understand that she had reasons for her actions- that does NOT mean we still cannot dislike a complex character. (Also you don’t always HAVE to have a reason on why you dislike or like something and sometimes you might not even know yourself why)
for example on tiktok there’ll be videos saying “We need more complex characters!” And usually the video will go to “you couldn’t even handle (insert character(s)).” And it’s one thing if they mischaracterize the character and don’t understand it. But if they still know the characters complex and understand the reasons that doesn’t mean they have to LIKE the character. They aren’t entitled to. And nobody is entitled to be upset at someone else for disliking or liking a character. You can debate civilly about a character if you want but don’t go throwing accusations like “OH YOU DONT LIKE (insert character) YOUR PROBABLY RACIST, MISOGYNISTIC, ETC.” And while I’m sure in a few cases that might play into it. But also- that’s not always the case. Like if I dislike a female character for reasons am I misogynistic? No. Not unless I hate her BECAUSE she’s a woman. Not because she might’ve done something I personally don’t agree with. And I think we all need to understand that,
EVERYONE can form opinions based on their own personal experiences and morals. You don’t have to LIKE someone else’s opinion but you don’t have to berate them for it either. And I’m sure someone might say “OH YOU JUST DONT LIKE MISAKO.” NO. I don’t like her- but I don’t hate her. I have mixed feeling about her. But it’s no different if someone else also disliked a complex character such as Garmadon or Wu. (Most of the time from what I’ve seen) It’s not because of a racial or sex issue with the character. It’s just because that character in that own individuals opinion isn’t their favorite.
EVERYONE IS ENTITLED TO THEIR OWN DISLIKES AND LIKES.
so if you can relate or have anything to add onto or maybe speak with me about feel free to reply or reblog. THANK YOU, HAVE A NICE DAY.
Tagging some of my mutuals/pookies/ or just someone who could give a good opinion so they can help spread some awareness! @clovercreationscc @froggityboingerrr @hollowflight-propaganda @iamsonormalaboutninjago @nyaskitten(I want ur opinion on this lol)
#lego ninjago#ninjago#ninjago fanart#ninjago art#cat#ninjago misako#misako montgomery garmadon#lego ninjago fanart#discussion#lets discuss#discusses#ninjago rant#ranting#Feather’sRamblingCorner#don’t attack me#im just saying#opinion#ninjago dragons rising#ninjago season 2
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Various Anime Boys when they get Jealous
(a/n: idk im waiting for my lecture to start so might as well do this ;P)
Featuring: Bakugou Katsuki, Satoru Gojo, Megumi Fushiguro, Dabi, and Kyojuro Rengoku
notes: fem!reader, characters are aged up, some mention of harassment, actual murder in Dabi's, modern au in Kyojuro's
Bakugou Katsuki
(my fave angery boy)
Katsuki TELLS himself he's not gonna be jealous, after all, that's something that extras do
But...
When he sees someone else talking to you he can't help the burning feeling in his chest
You're HIS, does that person not know that????!??!?!
Especially when / if the person in question starts to flirt with you or TOUCH you??
Ohhh boy that person better RUN
He will literally pop up in between you and the other person, smacking their arm away from you
"OI WHATYA THINK YOU'RE DOIN', TOUCHIN' MY WOMAN LIKE THAT?!? YOU WANNA GET BLOWN TO BITS, ASSHOLE?!"
He can be heard within a 30 mile radius, he's so pissed
The person just SCURRIES away
"HEY! I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU, EXTRA!" He makes to run after them but you stop him
"Katsuki, it's oka--"
"SHUT UP! NO IT'S NOT! I'M GONNA--"
"You know, you're kinda cute when you're all jealous and protective. Calling me 'your woman'." You smile sweetly.
Bakugou.exe has stopped working
"Shut up, s'nothin'. Not gonna let some goddamn extra make you uncomfortable." He finally says quietly, huffing and looking off to the side, but the redness spreading across his face is unmistakable
Satoru Gojo
Okay, so...Satoru doesn't really get jealous usually? He knows he's the best and that you love him...
But.
He does like to let people know that you're taken by him.
Since he's a menace (a lovable one, though) he has no qualms with sauntering up to you and whoever is flirting with you, and planting a massive, wet kiss on your lips, wrapping his arms around you
He'll play it cool afterwards, innocently asking what you two are talking about
All the while he has a massive grin on his face and his hand on your hip, squeezing tight
Though if the person doesn't get the message to 'fuck off' somehow, Satoru will tell them personally to piss off
Even he has his limits, y'know
Afterward though he'll ask if you're okay and if they did anything inappropriate to you, he just wants to make sure you're comfortable and safe wherever you go <3 (loml, honestly, i'd die for this man)
Megumi Fushiguro
(pretty boy <3)
He's not usually one to SHOW that he's jealous
Instead he'll just watch you and the person interact, internally sulking
A part of him will definitely feel some doubt, like what if you leave him for someone else? Someone better than him?
It's only after you ask him what's wrong that he'll hesitantly admit to being a bit jealous, a blush rising on his cheeks
He won't say why until way later when you're in private
Please give him a hug, please
That being said, if the person is very clearly violating your boundaries and making you uncomfortable, he will intervene
"I suggest you back away from Y/N. Now."
Megumi is SCARY when he's angry, so the person does just that, apologizing and running off
Will act all nonchalant about the ordeal but his face will be burning ;w;
Dabi
(hnnnghhhhh him <3)
....how do I put this
Um, that person is not gonna see the light of day again
I get the sense that Dabi would be EXTREMELY possessive and protective of his s/o, considering what he's been through, he doesn't want anything to happen to his lover, someone who makes him feel alive again
So, if he sees anybody trying to steal you away from him, he doesn't hesitate
Especially if they're harassing you
You can't even blink before that person is immolated before your eyes
"Tch, as if they'd ever have a chance with you to begin with. C'mon, let's get out of here." He'd wrap an arm around your waist and bring you home, his eyes narrowed
Though later that night he does cling to you a bit tighter, like Megumi, he's terrified of you finding someone else, someone who can make you happier than he feels he can
pls give him kisses
Kyojuro Rengoku
I refuse to believe that there is a single jealous bone in this man's body
He trusts his partner completely and utterly, I don't think he would ever see anybody as a threat
He'd come up to the two of you talking and smile widely, asking what you two are talking about
"Oh, I was just asking if she was single and if I could get her number, man. Think you can help out?" The person would ask
"Oh! Well I am sure she is very flattered, but I am actually her partner!" He'd reply, his smile not fading
One of the more civil ones, will politely ask them to leave if they continue to pester you
But if they do something that discomforts you, then he'll probably twist their arm behind their back, grin still on his face
"I am afraid I am going to have to repeat myself, aren't I? If you don't leave Y/N alone, I will have to intervene further."
Kyo is strong enough to imply that he means it
As sweet as he is, when it comes to you, he'll protect you at any cost
Once the person finally leaves, though, he'll smile at you and whisk you away for cuddles
#hope yall enjoy!#bnha x reader#mha x reader#bnha#bakugou katsuki#bakugou katuski x reader#bakugou x reader#gojo satoru#gojo x reader#gojo satoru x reader#jjk x reader#jjk#megumi fushiguro#megumi x reader#megumi fushiguro x reader#dabi#dabi x reader#kny x reader#kyojuro rengoku#kyojuro rengoku x reader
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900 FOLLOWERS ALPHABET EVENT
REQUESTS CLOSED
͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ INTRO ⏤
Did I hit 900? Not really. Am I so close to it? Yes. Does anyone care? Don't think so. Hi everyone, thank you for all those follows and for reading my work, for this occasion I'm doing another sagau event that I hope you'll like! Just take a character and a letter that is associated with a question, and I'll respond it, pls check out the rules to see how many letters and characters can you request. If you want to see the requests it's under the #900yanfevent, I may to a masterpost for this, I'll see.
͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ CHARACTERS ⏤
Albedo, Alhaitham, Amber, Ayaka, Ayato, Beidou, Candace, Childe, Cyno, Dehya, Diluc, Ei, Gorou, Itto, Jean, Kaeya, Kaveh, Kazuha, Lisa, Ningguang, Scaramouche, Shinobu, Thoma, Tighnari, Venti, Xiao, Yae Miko, Yelan & Yoimiya.
͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ALPHABET ⏤
Activities = What activities do they like to do with you?
Bad habits = What are some of their bad habits?
Consort = How do they feel about being proposed to be a consort?
Date = What is their ideal date?
Essential = What do they value the most in a relationship?
Favorite = How do they react to favoritism from you?
Gorgeous = What do they like the most about you?
Homesick = What would they do if you felt homesick?
Intimate = Are they the type to keep your relationship private or tell it to anybody?
Jealous = How jealous do they get if you gave more attention to someone else on your team?
Kamera = What is their favorite picture of you?
Logout = How do they react to you not playing for a long time?
Main = How do they feel about being your main?
Nicknames = What are their nicknames for you?
Offerings = What do they like to gift you?
Protective = How protective are they?
Quest = What is the future that they seek with you?
Random = A random romantic headcanon about them.
Self aware = How do they feel about being controlled?
Talent = What is something they have that makes the relationship even better?
Upset = How do they act during a fight?
Voicelines = A voiceline about you.
Worship = Do they worship you? If so, how?
Xoxo = How do they show their love?
Yearning = Are they touch starving?
Zen = What would they do after you got a stressful day?
͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ RULES ⏤
If you want to request for one character you can ask for 3 letters (ex: Thoma, ABC), if it's two characters you can ask for maximum two letters (ex: Xiao, DE & Jean, FG). And for three, just one letter (ex: Cyno, H, Ei, I & Itto, J). Not more than this.
Choose only characters from the list, I will not do anybody else.
I won't take asks when the event is closed, make sure to check first.
If you want to use that alphabet template for your fics, I would be more than glad to see! But with credits pls and that would be nice to wait after the event to not cause confusion.
Enjoy!
#900yanfevent#Sagau#Genshin x reader#Genshin impact x reader#self aware genshin#genshin creator au#Albedo x reader#Alhaitham x reader#ayaka x reader#Ayato x reader#Cyno x reader#Childe x reader#xiao x reader#zhongli x reader#Kaeya x reader#Kaveh x reader#Kazuha x reader#Yae miko x reader#scaramouche x reader#Can't put everyone
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As promised, here are my SKRM dream team designs! I chose the 6 players out of all the characters that are canonically on the team/not temporary members like most of the ghouls. So unfortunately, Draculaura will not be making an appearance. All designs (+ some expansion on SKRM strats) below the cut!
Before I get into the designs, let me clarify a choice I made. I wanted to more distinctly separate the two styles of SKRM. So I made my own two names for playstyles: Brawl and Blitz. Brawl is what it sounds like- taking your enemies out of the running using pure force and strength. Blitz is a little different, focusing on sheer speed above all else, getting past your enemies fast and, if they manage to catch up, taking them out even faster.
Of course, with 3 active players, it's possible to have a team of only Blitz or only Brawl. But it's also possible to combine them- 2 Blitz/1 Brawl comps are used quite often- the Blitz players go ahead and take the lead, and the Brawl player takes out anybody that can't keep up. 1 Blitz/2 Brawl isn't as common, but is still quite effective. More often than not, the Blitz player acts as a distraction while the Brawl players take out their enemies from behind. Of course, all four comps can be played their own ways, but these are the most common.
Now onto the art in order of numerical designation!
(pls click! I worked hard on these :3)
Id be more than happy to elaborate on my thoughts about SKRM as I think it's a really nifty sport that deserves more elaboration and care put into it. But with all that out of the way, hope you enjoy my SKRM dream team! Have an awesome always >:)
Bonus: a height chart! just to show how short holt and rochelle are.
#monster high#monster high fanart#monster high redesign#holt hyde#robecca steam#heath burns#clawd wolf#operetta#rochelle goyle#Rochelle being a brawl player is so slay actually#IGNORE THE FACT THAT HOLT IS IN A COMPLETELY DIFF STYLE OK#i was going for a style and then i just. wasn't#my faves out of this batch are def Holt n Heath!#idk what i put into heaths redesign but.#it itches my brain in the best of ways#hee ho ha ho im a funny lil art man#hee hee#skulltimate roller maze#stuck w my idea of giving them skate names! like in roller derby!!!#roller derby is my fave sport if u couldn't tell#holt and rochelle are SHORT.#like really really short#Rochelle is 5'1“ and Holt is 5'4”#for reference clawd is the tallest at 6'4“#and i think thats funny#heath is 6'1“ but 6'7” with horns#he holds that over clawds head as an 'im technically taller'#anyways im done rambling in the tags now#nix devolving into madness hours#edit clawd in pink kinda slays tbh
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Okay so like, Jill goes out to turn on the power at the subway office even though fem! Y/n told her not to go out by herself but she goes anyways not wanting fem! Y/n or anybody else to get hurt but on here way back from the subway comes across nemesis and like gets injured and kinda scruffed up not too bad but still hurt when she gets back fem! Y/n gets angry and they get into an argument but it ends with Fem! Y/n patching Jill up and apologizing and explaining she's just worried about Jill and they forgive each other and confess their feelings or yeah! Idk know I suck at this shit XD
LMAOOO LOVE THIS
jill valentine x fem!reader
(not proofread.)
cw: gay (obviously), mentions of blood, heavy cursing, fluff, slight bitchy reader and jill, one use of y/n, arguing, no smut guys, cringe.. no official confession, one shot, light angst (pls bear with me ..)
(p.s. I've never ever played re, <resident evil>, I'm going based off of my knowledge and help of my bsf for the characters so sorry if it doesn't capture jill's real "essence")
<3.
here you were, stitching jill's wounded leg, after telling her not to go. you told her several times you didn't want her to go, she reassured you nothing was gonna happen to her, but here you were.
jill tried her hardest to be quiet, to be tough as you threaded a needle through the rough skin of her lower thigh. she couldn't help it, I mean it hurt like hell, she let out a few winces here and there. 'I told you not to go.' you rolled your eyes, poking her with the needle again. she let out a ragged sigh, she didn't wanna be lectured, she left for a good cause, she didn't think this would happen.
'jill I told you three fucking times not to go.' you looked up into her eyes, you swore the hints of blue in them pierced right through you. 'don't start-' she tried to speak before you cut her off.
'I will start, told you not to and look what happened 'cause you didn't listen?' your voice was rough, not as smooth as it usually was, maybe it was the fact that you were angry, angry that you let her go by herself. you finished the stitches, pulling the thread through tight, tying it before cutting the long ends with your switchblade.
she looked away from you, god why would she always do that? she always ignored your lectures, acting like she didn't care about your concerns.
'jill-' she rolled her eyes, she fucking rolled them. 'don't do that.' your voice turned from upset to prissy, trying to be bossy, which you struggled heavily at.
'don't tell me what to do.' jill remarked, getting up off of the floor, she walked away from you, something she'd always do.
you groaned, sitting up before walking towards her. 'don't walk away from me.' you sighed, rolling your eyes as you followed her. she sat down on a spot on the floor, her back sat up right against the wall of the subway station.
she was fiddling with her thumbs, almost like a goddamn toddler. she did that since the two of you were kids, you would always fight, not in a bad way, in a playful way. It wasn't until the both of you got older that most of the arguing was done out of the other's stupid mistakes.
you sat down next to her, clicking the edge of your shoes together before turning to rest your gaze on her. 'jill I just want you to be safe, I don't want you going out just to get hurt- we might not have much now but at least we have eachother and I don't think either of us could handle losing that.'
you rambled, your voice was gentle as you practically stared at her. In a way jill found it cute, you always did this, she knew you never meant arguing for bad reasons. you had good intentions and that's one of the things she admired about you.
'y/n- I know, don't worry.' she reassured you, cutting you off of your ramble, you were glad she did, you were making a total fool out of yourself.
'how's your leg?' you asked, worried if you didn't do the stitching right, worrying about all the little things that could happen.
jill sighed, adjusting herself before turning to you. 'It's fine- didn't get me too bad.' she looked at you: everytime she rested her gaze onto you, you felt as if you were being analyzed. it was almost a hypnosis. she leaned towards you slightly, grabbing a strand of your hair before pushing it behind your ear.
you couldn't help but smile at her, a cute, dorky smile every once in a while consumed your face.
'you're s'cute..' she nudged your shoulder, a playful giggle escaping her throat. your smile only grew, you dipped your head back against the wall, covering your flushed cheeks and a swift motion.
you guided your hand back down, giving her a doe eyed look. 'how can I be mad at youuuu..' you almost whined, darting your tongue out to lick your chapped lips.
she put a hand on your jaw, cupping your cheeks before planting a gentle kiss on your lips, pulling back after a few seconds.
'see? now you definitely can't be mad at me.'
<3
errrr sorry to my re fans if I didn't do a good job writing jill.
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My Fav Characters (Haikyuu Extended edition)
Okay so i'm gonna do three teams: nekoma, aoba johsai, and inarizaki
Nekoma:
1)Kenma: look at him. i rest my case. NO he's actually so cute and smart and there's not many other reasons he's literally my little baby and i would love and care for him (but i'm not cleaning up after anybody he has money we can hire someone. i might cook through)
2) Kuroo: I don't think i have to explain this honestly. I don't think of him as some seductive force or "rizz master" as the kids say but he's certainly attractive and i like his passion. also idk i feel like he's a neurodivergent nerd who just happens to be kinda handsome and why would i not like that
3) Kai. Handsome (probably black) man. He's calm and approachable, slightly above average height which is good for me bc i'm short, but he's driven. He's not to be left behind are miscounted. Nekoma definitely needs him on the team. He's sweet and reliable. HE NEEDS MORE LOVE AND I WILL GIVE IT TO HIM. also i like gardening to an extent so having someone who is an arborist in my life allows me to dabble
4) Yaku: He's yaku I mean. one of the best liberos in the game. (why do the best ones not come baaack) love my short king he is literally life to nekoma just like the other three and i love his chaotic energy and defensiveness on and off the court. don't let them make you think he's violent lev be starting with him. also for a volleyball player he has some nice kicks
5)Fukunaga Shohei: When i first saw his eyes i knew i'd love him. his design is literally so cute and friendly and he's one of the most deliberately cat-like and it works for him. I love that he's always making jokes that no one gets or only he laughs at because that is soooo me and i feel like we could parallel play together so well
Aoba Johsai:
1) Hajime Iwaizumi: I'm sure this came as a surprise to absolutely no one. This is the love of my life right here and he's in my top 3 haikyuu men which is a feat of it's own. Never in my life have i loved a character with such little screen time as i love iwaizumi. Just thinking about him telling me to call him hajime?? wow. he's so cool, he's sweet and only mean to his bff yet the love between the two of them is undeniable. he has a huge heart and huge arms that he can put around me. I feel like he'd kinda be a little shy about someone he's dating and have a proud smile but also faint blush. He definitely gets women easily but i feel like he'd turn them down politely(for me! he's saving himself for me)
2) Matsukawa Issei: If you're surprised i mean i get it but i don't. Never let them tell you Issei is an unloved character. If he has 100 fans i'm one of them, if he has 10 fans, i'm one of them if he has 1 fan it's me and if he has no fans I am dead but take me to his mortuary pls so i can see him one last time. He had me a little interested after he scared hinata off that one time but someone else piqued my curiousity a little more and now i read any fanfic of him i can get my hands on and i love my relaxed king.
3) Oikawa Tooru: a master of his craft, charismatic, petty. One of the greatest "villains" of all time (this is a joke based off of what i see on twitter all the time) Oikawa has all his opponents stressed and even his enemies want him on their side. There's no denying his skill or game play. The fact that he could just come in seamlessly to teams "above" his skill level while in high school should prove it to you.
4) Kentaro Kyotani: His design is literally insane and I feel like he's probably not as aggressive as one would think. To me it feels like he bottles up his rage until he can play volleyball which may lead him to do reckless things on the court but he's undeniably skilled and a good guy. This might be me projeting but i feel like he's neurodivergent and he gets a bit overstimulated/understimulated and that's where the anger comes from but he can be shocked out of that state like with yahaba. It was clear he never meant to negatively affect the team he just got swept up
5) Akira Kunimi: To me he's like a mashup of kenma and tsukishima with a bit of his own flavoring in it and i like both of those characters. He's dedicated to volleyball but only while playing volleyball. He's obviously smart/clever and he's just kind of overall adorable and hard to hate. He sticks out to me even though i don't think that's what he's trying to do
Inarizaki: (changing the ranking slightly from earlier)
1) Osamu Miya: He came in the game, he conquered with his twin brother, he served looks, attitude, wasn't the "cool twin" nor the more subdued twin even though he called "less" attention to himself than Atsumu. Most anime twins are either the exact same until you can tell the difference or they're like polar opposites. Osamu looked at that and kinda spit on it. They got their separate hair colors for individuality and then went about their business being too similar to not fight and different enough that there was no jealousy and osamu hung up the volleyball and made his own place in the restaurant industry. That's my baby right there
2) Shinsuke Kita: I was gonna make a volleyball joke but it fell flat. Anyway Kita is always serving looks. If anyone wants to look at a character similar design wisesto that misogynist naoya from jjk here you go. Kita was the responsible upperclassmen/older bro whatever you want to call it but it was organic and natural and despite not being a starter, the way he ran the team proved that he was invaluable and when they showed that to him and he cried? He's such a sweet character and i feel like he has some hidden mischief i'd like to be a part of. also once again sometimes i get the urge to farm or garden so i'm just gonna be like "give me a task shinsuke"
3)Aran Ojiro: I'm rooting for everybody black. Okay anyway look at him. just look and appreciate all you're getting to look at. Okay now look at his timeskip goatee. alright are you back on earth yet? I must have a thing for aces/hitters. We love an emotionally intelligent man who is yet another heart of the team i mean without kita an ojiro where would inarizaki be? He knows his shit, he's one of the top five aces of the country, he's gorgeous and he's sweet. need i say more? Should i?
4)Suna Rintaro: He's so pretty i would be scared to bring my s/o around him (i'm joking why would i be scared to bring him around himself) I feel like we'd vibe and i'd tell him i love his eyes and he'd say he loves mine and then we'd be messy together while somehow making sure to stay out of it. He's smart and analytical and i feel like he could give me a run for my money in terms of noticing and knowing stuff (i'm literally psychic and i love gossip) also i love that he's just slightly scared of kita
5)Astumu Miya: just cause he's at the bottom of this list doesn't mean i don't love him. I would prefer him as a bff or brother in law if i'm being totally honest but his character is way too cool to not make it on a top 5 list. He serves (literally) he has good chemistry with a couple people) he's a bit petty, he's pretty, 100% ND and i think that could explain how his passion is both intriguing and scary. He's 100% misunderstood and mischaracterized but he could be my clingy best friend i just wouldn't let him teach me volleyball bc he'd be mean (accidentally ofc)
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more than a feeling pt II | stranger things ; e munson
A/N ; As promised, the second part to my new girl!reader x Eddie Munson fic thing.. Okay, well I didn't exactly promise and I dunno if anybody but me actually wanted this to happen but... Here we are. I thought this idea was cute when it came to me whilst washing dishes, so I wrote it all down in a rush.
There miiight be more to this sooner or later. There will definitely be a third part bc I have to conclude the events of this little part if nothing else.
Pairing ; Eddie Munson x newgirl!Fem reader.
Timeline / Other Stuff to Note ; part I can be found here. We're playing it fast and loose with the timeline. This does take place in 86, however.. I doubt I bring in any of the stuff that actually happens on the show because honestly, do we wanna relive it? So this is just a 'slice of life' teen rom com type thing, I guess. This chapter is maaybe two to three weeks from the last chapter. And we'll just assume that while Eddie has never been to readers grandparents place, reader has been to Eddie's trailer on more than one occasion.
Tag List ; @rampagewriting, if you don't wanna see this please feel absolutely free to ignore, bb! if you'd like to be added to my taglists for anything including Stranger things, please let me know or add yourself -> here.
Warnings ; that awkwardly cute moment when boy really sees girl. lotsa cute and fluffy stuff aaaand.... a grandmother who ships it when it comes to Reader and Eddie Munson. A mention of a church carnival too.
Other Stuff ; tag list doc || my rules - fandoms and some characters I write for || requests are open (pls.. pls... send me things) but they're limited to headcanon asks + filth/fluff alphabet letters and I'm not accepting wrestling / wrestlers in my ask box. Any other fandom/character but wrestling that I happen to write for is fine and I beg of you -> send me things.
I do not consent to my work being reposted elsewhere or copied/reworked/rewritten and reposted here or elsewhere. You don't own this, I do. So like... don't steal my shit.
You could hear your little sisters running around downstairs. Your grandma shouts out from the kitchen and the landline is ringing. Outside, the sound of your grandpa starting up the old tractor floats in through the crack in your window. You’re lying on your stomach in bed, a romance novel open in your hand.
If your mom wasn’t a variable, you think to yourself, you could get used to this, the little noises and the smells that make your estranged grandparents two story farmhouse a home. You could get used to Hawkins… To Eddie, to the freshman kids Mike Wheeler and Dustin Henderson that your grandma paid thirty bucks to babysit the hellions known as your twins Lulu and Lola.
The surprising thing in all this is you’d be willing to let your guard down with Eddie just a little more if only you knew you’d be calling Hawkins home. The thought brings a quiet and thoughtful sigh and you lay down the book on your nightstand when your bedroom door bursts open, two little giggling 4 year olds bolting inside with brownies in their hands -and chocolate all over their faces.
“Okay, you two. Grams said not to get into those, they’re for that carnival at the church later.” you raise to sit. Lola nudges Lulu and whispers. You grab hold of both, tickling them on their sides until the three of you are a heap on the floor of your mother’s childhood bedroom.
Then Lola ends it by making things weird because she’s Lola, that’s what she does, and she grabs your face to give you a cow lick on your right cheek.
“Mimi said you gotta come too. To church tonight. Said she wants her friends to meet ya. One of ‘em’s got a really cuuuute son.” Lola giggles as she says it and you bite your lip, pausing. Your grandma must be up to her little matchmaking tricks again… Whether it be trying to shove you together with new friends or some boy who knows or is related to one of her old friends, and so far, you’ve managed to dodge every single attempt made. Well, aside from Chrissy Cunningham but maybe that has everything to do with the naive little sister vibe she puts out into the world and you feeling some kind of responsibility towards her because of the fact that her so-called boyfriend was a cheating prick and you’d kind of spilled the beans about it.
But it wasn’t a real friendship… Right?
And you’re only friends with Eddie and the two freshman boys who come by to babysit for your grandmother when you can’t because you’re working down at the diner… Eddie just kind of made himself a place in your life. The two boys, you’re just polite with because everyone else treats them like outcasts and to you, that really sucks.
None of the above were real friendships. And the boys your grandmother was always accidentally introducing you to, good lord.
You wouldn’t even get started thinking about that.
You laugh softly. “Oh she does, huh?”
“Mhm.” Lulu is the one who answers, a soft smile. “And I wanna show you what we made Ma in Sunday school.”
“Sweetie, I dunno, I mean… Pretty sure that lightning will strike the place and burn it to the ground if I set foot inside.” you protest, but then the two little hellions give you their best begging pouts and you know you’re about to cave in. You find yourself thinking that maybe if you do, it’ll get Grams off your case a little bit. Maybe she’ll give you a break, stop trying to push you into friendships -and relationships, so often when she’s gotta know your mom’s just going to get out, collect the three of you and move you away from Hawkins.
Even if maybe, you don’t really want to leave now. You’ll have to, because she’s your mother and she’d never survive on her own.
“Please!?”
“Pretty please?!” they chorus and you groan quietly. “Okay, alright, fiiiiine. You two want me to go so bad, go find me a dress, alright?”
The twins rush the overspilling chaotic mess you call a closet -most of the clothes inside belonged to your mother when she was your age, most of your clothes are either bolder and somehow wilder or they’re more subdued and neutral, there is no in between.
After what feels like a lifetime, the two twins are rushing back over to where you’re sitting on your bed, their arms full of dresses.
You laugh softly. “They’re cute.” you sift through the pile and you settle on the soft pink one for some reason. It’s got straps that tie at the shoulder and hopefully it’ll be long enough to at least be close to decent. It had to have been your mothers, she’s the one who had the penchant for soft pink and all things girly like your twins have. Like you would have if say, you hadn't conditioned yourself to be your mother's polar opposite for the most part because you can't let yourself repeat her cycle.
Your sister Lola brings over a soft red and black plaid flannel shirt and you wrinkle your nose. “I dunno this will work, pixie dust.”
“It’s pretty. And red makes you happy.” Lola shrugs, shuffling dirty bare feet against dark wooden floorboards. You mull it over. It’s not as if you intend to return to the church your grandmother attends religiously every wednesday and sunday of every single week, rain snow or shine. And you’re not trying to make any sort of impression, because you gave up caring what anybody thinks about you when you were around the age of your little sisters.
“Okay, alright. Guess I better go get dressed.” you shrug. And you pull yourself up off the bed, preparing to go throw on the dress and the flannel shirt.
The doorbell sounds on the floor below and the twins jump up and race down. You peer out of your bedroom window, curious.
And you flatten yourself against the soft pink walls of your mother’s old bedroom when you spot Eddie Munson’s van parked idle in the long dirt driveway leading up to your grandparents farmhouse. “What the hell, Munson? How… Okay, I never told the guy where I lived. How’d he find out?” you wonder to yourself just as the twins race back into your bedroom, the door banging shut behind them.
“You gotta get dressed. C’mon.”
“There’s a boy.” Lola wrinkles her nose. “He smells funny, kinda. Like smoke.”
“And he’s soooooooo cute. So cute.” Lulu gushes, leaning dramatically against your bedroom door.
You palm your face at your little sister despite knowing damn well that deep down, her statement is exactly what you think about Eddie sometimes. Especially when he’s focused on practicing his guitar or he’s got his nose buried in Lord of the Rings and trying to give you a dramatic reading just so you can't focus on your own horror novel of choice.. Or he’s driving around town with you with Black Sabbath or Kiss playing soft and low in the background.
But he just doesn’t see you like that.
Chrissy, yes. Yes he does. But not you.
It stings a little but knowing you’ll be leaving sooner or later somehow softens the blow. And you’re gearing up to try and shove Chrissy and Eddie together somehow because you’ve seen the way he looks at her and you know him well enough to know that if he’s looking after her when you’ve gone, she’ll be protected.
Grams calls up the stairs to you. “You’ve got a visitor, sweetie. Make it quick, alright? We’re leavin for the church carnival in ten, soon as the red beans n’ rice are done. You’re comin too.” and you can’t tell by the tone whether the hurry up is her, giving you a little time alone with your friend or telling you to make it quick because she doesn’t want him in her house.
You throw on the pale pink sundress and the oversized flannel and you’re just tugging on your boots when you hear the twins high pitch squeals from down below. Just to keep them from swarming Eddie with a million little questions or trying to climb him like a goddamn jungle gym -something you also secretly wouldn’t mind doing, you step out of your room and make your way down the stairs.
Lola, of course, has demanded to be picked up. Eddie is currently holding her on his right hip. Giggling. Lulu is holding out his arm to admire the black ink bats that adorn the skin of his forearms. “They’re pretty! Are they birds?”
Eddie snickers. “Bats, actually.”
Your grandma locks eyes with you and you are… Not prepared for her little teasing grin. Or the way she nods her head in his direction while laughing softly and fanning herself just to make your cheeks flame hot.
“Girls, c’mon. We gotta put those costumes on, right?” Your grandmother adresses your little sisters.
“Yeah!”
“Yeah! I need my fairy wings!”
You laugh as Lola climbs down from Eddie’s arms and bolts up the stairs with lightning speed. Lulu is on her tail fussing. “The purple one is MINE. Not yours, okay?”
Your hand finds your face and you suddenly have not one clue what to say. Your grandmother wanders out of the kitchen and shoves a plastic bag into your hands bearing the name of the local department store downtown. “It’s a costume thing, lil bit.” she purrs, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, “Picked you up somethin.”
“Grams, no. I’m not a baby.”
“Would you relax?” the older woman pauses with a hand on her hip, “It’s just a pair of cat ears or a flower crown thing. Flower crown would go with that interesting combo you’ve got goin on, come to think of it. Sides… It’s not like I got to do any of this stuff when you were little. Indulge an old lady, will ya?” she throws another wink at you as she ascends the stairwell, vanishing from sight.
This leaves you and Eddie all alone in the foyer of your grandmother’s farmhouse. And suddenly, despite having worn shorter dresses or skirts than the one you wear currently, you feel naked. Dare say, vulnerable.
Doe eyes scan your body and blink slowly. Eddie wants to stop staring but he just can't. It's become a huge problem for him lately and the only comfort he has is the knowledge that you insist that as soon as your mom comes back, you'll be gone. And it's really not a comfort, he thinks to himself as his eyes roam your body while you're busy digging in the bag and thankfully, not looking at him at all, because he just doesn't want you to leave. He's not looking forward to the inevitable end, to when he won't see you, he won't be sharing a book with you in sex ed first thing in the morning. When you're not popping up at his uncle's place with leftover burgers and fries fresh off a shift after school down at the diner in town.
You occupy yourself with digging in the bag, laughing to yourself quietly as you produce the flower crown headband and pop it on your head. Laughing as you finally manage to glance up at him. All you can do is shrug. “So uh… what brings you by, Munson?”
Eddie shuffles dirty sneakers against the floor and drags his hand through frizzy brown hair. His mouth opens and closes because the whole way over, Dustin’s pep talk had been right there, spurring him on and now, suddenly.. Seeing you like this. Without the leather jacket and the little smirk or the bold red lipstick and heavy mascara, well… It’s like every thought’s left the boy’s head on sight.
He’d come over to ask if you wanted to come hang out at his uncle’s trailer tonight. Just watch horror movies and laugh at how dumb they were, how realistically, things would go way different. Gareth and Jeff would be there like usual, he just… Wanted all of his friends there.
He really wanted you there. Maybe he wants to pretend this is a date. He wants to spend the night with you, maybe in his mind he can tell himself that you'll get scared during a bloodbath on screen and bury your face in his shoulder.. Something sappy like that.
“Eddie.” you step closer, laughing. You jump up a little to snap your fingers in his face. “Earth to Munson. Come in, Munson. Do I need to get the holy water and a priest, sir? Have you been possessed? Blink twice if you’re in danger, man.” you’re teasing and laughing but all Eddie can do is stare. And try not to sniff you when the combination of strawberry shampoo and soft baked goods fills his nose and makes his mouth water like it always seems to lately.
If he keeps this up, Gareth is right. He will manage to make it awkward.
You step even closer, your body bumps up against his lightly. He bites down on the inside of his cheek and finally, the fog in his brain at the sight of you like this is clearing away. “I uh… I wanted to stop by and see if you wanted to watch horror movies out at my place tonight.” he manages to stammer out, “Gare and Jeff are going to be there too.”
Before you can answer the question, your grandmother speaks up from behind you. “She’ll be there.” and she fixes her gaze on you with a little smirk that tells you she’s definitely up to something. “I should have some brownies left. I’ll send ‘em over.” she pauses. “The special ones. The ones in the yellow dish, sweets.” she clarifies and your mouth drops open.
There is absolutely no way she’s just said what she’s said. Not only is she practically shoving you at Eddie right now, she's offering up the brownies you baked earlier to feed the guy.
“Grams, I don’t..” but she silences you. “You’re going to take that boy brownies, sweetheart. Looks like he hasn’t eaten a good meal in weeks, let alone dessert.” and promptly turns to Eddie, smirking. “Wait til you taste ‘em, oh man.” she laughs softly.
“Girls, get your sweaters. We’ll go start loading everything up in the car. Your grandpa left a little while ago, he’s in charge of the hayride.” your grandma is rushing your little sisters out the door and the door bangs shut behind the three.
It leaves you all alone with Eddie a second time. And there’s this thickness to the air. It’s smothering, sweltering even. You almost can’t breathe.
But.. you do manage to ask the question you’re dying to know the answer to. “So uh… Not that I mind or anything but like..” you pause to glance down and fidget with the sleeves of the flannel as they cover the tips of your fingers, “Who told you where I live? I really don’t mind, I swear.. It’s just..” you gesture to the door your grandmother has taken your little sisters out of, “It’s a little chaotic around here… Especially those two, they’ll climb you like a jungle gym.”
Eddie snickers. "They were kinda cute. Real talkative. Guessing that gene kinda skipped you, hm?" he's teasing you a little and you pout up at him. Fidgeting again, you can't seem to stop and he can't help but notice it. Or the way the flannel shirt is three sizes too big and it nearly swallows your hands.
And if he were one of the cockier boys to roam Hawkins High’s halls, he’d almost think the little stammering you just did or the way you’re fidgeting and you can’t look at him quite as easily as you tend to all mean that you’re flustered. But he's not, so when the thought surfaces, he pushes it aside. Because there's no way he can fluster you. Not you with the dry wit and the loud mouth, not you who can name several alternate names for a penis or tell a joke so dirty it'll make him look at you sideways and wonder where in the hell and how in the hell it came out of you to begin with.
Eddie shrugs. “Apparently Dustin and Mike babysit your sisters? And Dustin, he told me where you live.”
You smile. “Well, now you know.. You can come by, ya know.. I don’t mind.”
Eddie chuckles quietly and steps a little closer. Towering over you as he stares down at you. Biting lips you’ve fantasized about kissing way, way, way too much recently. You remind yourself that you’re setting him up with Chrissy for both of their own good and try -while failing at, shoving any and all thoughts of Eddie’s lips and what you’d like to do to them out of your mind for the moment. “Is this you admitting that maybe having a friend isn’t the worst thing in the world, midget?”
“Hey! I am not a midget. I’m fun sized, damn it.”
“Oh, I bet you are.” Eddie’s words fall away and his hand raises, smoothing hair back out of your eyes. You clench your thighs and shuffle your feet because the warmth of his hand and the coolness of the metal adorning his fingers is a contrast and it’s one that you could get used to feeling, if only you’d allow yourself.
“Save the innuendo for your little lover girl.” you snort, pretending to be the tough girl like he’s used to. You smirk up at him and tease quietly, “Yes, I know about your thing for a certain cheerleader. It’s cute. Kinda sweet in a weird and dorky way.” you shrug.
It is sweet. You just wish he looked at you like he looked at her.
But again, the knowledge that you and your sisters won’t be here much longer is what keeps the sting out of it and keeps any jealousy you might be inclined to feel at bay. And it makes things a little less awkward in that you can joke and tease him about it and knowing you’ll leave sooner or later makes it a little easier to just go with the flow.
All you want is the tattooed rocker standing almost body to body with you in your grandparents foyer to be happy. It just sucks that you’re almost willing to bet your actual life on the fact that you won’t be the one who makes him happy. Because you’ll have to leave.
It always happens.
“So uh… What time?” you ask after a few long seconds when you can feel your breath catch in your throat at least two times. Eddie shrugs. “What time are you gonna be able to slip away from the thing?”
“Well, I did say I’d stay, do stuff with my sisters. Probably like an hour or two? So around 8?”
Eddie grins. Still shocked by you without all the sass and the leather jacket and the makeup he’s used to seeing, it’s thrown him for quite the loop.
“8 works for me.” he answers quietly. Stepping even closer before he can stop himself from doing it. “Hope you’re okay with blood and guts.”
You cluck your tongue and tap a boot against the floor. “Do I look like the kinda girl who isn’t?” you ask but internally, you are probably just a shade squeamish. Reading true crime and horror like you tend to, that’s totally different. Seeing it, especially with your whole thing about mass amounts of blood… You’re just not sure how well this is going to go.
Eddie walks you over to the Impala and opens the driver door for you. And it happens again, you find yourself body to body with him and instead of sinking down to sit in the driver seat like you were about to, you hesitate. You raise a hand to brush some hair out of his face and you laugh softly. “I’ll uh.. See you then.”
“Yeah.” he gives you that lazy grin and after you sit down, he shuts the door to your car. You watch him as he walks away to his waiting van and you let out several long and ragged breaths as you lean your forehead against the steering wheel.
And you tell yourself for the millionth time that you cannot, you absolutely cannot fall in love with Eddie Munson.
But somehow, you know deep down that it’s too late and you’re fucked with a capital F.
#eddie munson#eddie munson fanfiction#eddie munson x newgirl!fem reader#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson x newgirl!reader imagine#eddie munson fic#eddie munson mutual pining#// okay look. i lowkey feel like this was so stinkin cuuute.#// forgive me if Eddie is wildly OOC. i'm still uh... getting a read on him as a character and my own take on him.
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Hi! I’ll be honest I watch almost all tv while playing games on my little phone bc my brain is rotted 😌
So I missed the Romeo imagery! Would you mind going into it more, it sounds so interesting. If you don’t want to that’s fine but pls know that I love your blog 🤍
Understandable, anon. There’s nothing wrong with a little brainrot. And ty! ❤️
First off, I wrote a whole essay on how Season 3 played with the Romeo & Juliet archetype and how it applies to Mike & El shortly after the season dropped – as satire, mind. It was never intended to be taken seriously; was just food for thought because my brain was salivating over the parallels.
Textually, we’re presented with Dustin saying the thing – “it’s all a bit Shakespearean. Like Romeo and Juliet. Star-crossed lovers” – just as Mike and El slip out of frame. And when they reappear in the next shot, a wide shot to emphasize the creation of distance, they’re alone, now separate from the others. On-screen, they’re physically isolated. The plan is to run off and spend quality time together, regardless of their friends’ feelings on the matter.
Subtextually, this isolation is more emotional than literal. Really, what they’ve done is put distance between their loved-ones and their love for one another; the two things don’t yet coexist. They’ve not mastered the art of juggling romance with friendship. These types of relationships are of equal importance, but they’re fourteen and in love for the first time ever – expecting hormonal teenagers, when one of them is far from your typical girl next door and doesn’t have a clean grasp of social norms to begin with, to manage their free time so well feels a little unreasonable.
So we let them off the hook, for a time, the way we don’t let Romeo and Juliet off. The play is, I guess depending on how you interpret it, written as a satire about the foolhardiness of young love. ‘Stranger Things’ isn’t that. Mike and El’s relationship isn’t that. They’re not a cautionary tale. The words ‘star-crossed’ spoken on screen as they seemingly choose one another over everybody else is, if anything, ironic. It's not a surefire sign that they’re doomed — I peg that belief down to how loosely the term is thrown about because it’s so overused in media.
‘Star-crossed’ has many meanings, but in their case specifically it refers to the fact they weren’t fated to meet. It wasn’t the universe’s plan – For a show called “Stranger Things” it only seems appropriate the core romance exists by mere chance. A happy accident. Mike says as much in Season 4: “It’s not fate. It’s not destiny. It’s just simple dumb luck.” Keep in mind, this is the same Mike who starts the series as an idealist, an optimist. Mike, who’s lovestruck and supposedly falls for a girl upon seeing her. Sound like anybody familiar? Mike is a classic romantic character – avid book readers, you get what I’m saying – and who is more romantic than the Montague boy who gets a whole archetype named after him? Only the difference between the two is that Mike is afforded the privilege of growing up, and maturing – something his counterpart never experiences.
At surface level, Mike is easy to get: he’s nice, and he’s protective over his friends, but he can be a bit of a jerk sometimes. In truth, he’s a lot more complex than that, which might explain why so many people seem to have trouble understanding or sympathizing with him now that he’s come more into his own. Mike fills a stereotypically feminine role within the story, supporting the (traditionally male) hero, while also serving as the love interest for the female protagonist within her coming-of-age story. He has to be the nurturing, caregiver to the hero and be her suitor. That’s… an anomaly, especially when the character is written so young. But Mike is aware of both of these roles: he’s been there for El since the start, and never hesitates to be her support system when she needs it. His struggle, however, has always been living up to the romantic standards that he sets for himself. He’s never quite sure how to express his feelings because, really, there’s no precedent, no roadmap on how to love a supernaturally-gifted neurodivergent abuse survivor. He’s in the dark. He has no male role model to look up to for guidance. Throw in insecurities and feelings of unworthiness, no doubt fueled by the fact that the person he wants more than anything is super-worthy, and suddenly it’s lights-out when it comes to Mike giving a long-winded declaration of love until… Cue the stoner and the pizza oven.
We’re in a moment of crisis, it’s looking like the world’s about to end, but then… suddenly… there it is… a glimmer of hope… just behind Mike, in the greasy, warmly-lit back kitchen of a pizza chain restaurant in the middle of mumblefuck Nevada… a Montague pizza oven. Does the name ring a bell?
Now here’s the thing: I wrote that essay in 2019 as a joke, mostly for myself because I found it funny and it didn’t matter if anybody else even read it. But then we get to the Season 4 finale, and Argyle says, “Surf’s up, Romeo” just as Mike’s about to say something no-doubt both corny and perfect-to-El’s-ears, and I – who have been on this hill for like four years now – yell at the screen, “You motherfucker!” So I grin and I shake my head, but I let it go because we’ve got bigger shit to worry about – the salt bath is ready, after all. And then the episode continues, and our boy finally gives his whole spiel in a blur of flickering lights and banging score, and I move on. The episode ends and we wait for Season 5.
Until one day, I get a little too bored and I analyse the hell out of every frame in that particular scene, and I’m not too proud to say I let out a shriek when I see it. Mike’s giving this impassioned monologue about how much he loves El, meanwhile the literary character he’s essentially emulating is behind him the whole time; in last name only, sure, but it’s there, and that can’t be a coincidence. If it is, that is a strange fucking thing indeed.
From that point on, I can’t unsee it, so naturally I tweet about it, and reddit gets wind of it, and then the people – you know the ones – who won’t let two characters so much as blink without taking it out of context get a hold of it, and suddenly it’s like I’ve taken Mike & El out to the back of the barn to be shot dead between the eyes. Because, uh, apparently having the name of perhaps the most infamous fictional lover of all time in frame during a declaration of love, shortly after the person uttering said declaration has just been teasingly nicknamed it, is supposed to be a bad thing?
It’s almost like the people who took this out of context didn’t understand that Mike and El’s relationship isn’t a clear copy-paste of the star-crossed archetype – if they ever even picked up on it in the first place — I guarantee they didn’t. There’s no doom and gloom. There’s no (lasting) death trope. There’s the defiance of stars because they quite literally stumbled on each other in the woods and they have to work at romance, at conquering roadblocks and meddling fathers (which is a whole other thing I could get into) and the universe seems to want to keep them apart.
But the thing is, we know what they’ve been through. We’re supposed to understand their plight because we’ve had four seasons of it now; you’re either on board at this point or not. You know that their trauma precedes whatever selfishness they may display – in past seasons and going forward – because you’ve witness it firsthand. They grow as individuals and as a pair because of their choices, unlike Romeo and Juliet whose death is the consequence of poor decision-making.
Mike isn’t compared to Romeo, in dialogue or even subtextually, because he’s a lovestruck idiot who lets his feelings guide him. He’s hopelessly in love and starts off as a doe-eyed idealist, sure, but he now has the maturity and self-awareness of someone who’s been given the time to think about what love truly means and how to make room for it — to not let it become all-consuming.
He might believe in love at first sight, but he’s under no illusions that the love he has for El was anything but a choice he made. He chose to help her, just as he chooses to continuously love her despite everything telling him not to, despite everything standing in their way. Suggesting their meeting was simply dumb luck and not destiny at work implies the added belief that things happen outside of their control and still… he chose to take her home that night. Fuck fate.
That’s the Romeo thing.
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Self Promo Fic Game: tagged by @some27-url 😚
Rules: We would like to ask you to recommend us 3 of YOUR fics: 1 that is "most popular" and 2 that are "hidden gems”!
Im gonna use all fallout fics because honestly when I think of my favorite things, my brain jumps to fallout lol.
WARNING! These are all rated E, I’m writing filth okay!
Most “Popular”: I guess my nasty vulpes stories lol?
Since he’s such a niche character this series made me a buncha fanfic mutuals and friends haha. I’m glad other bitches wanna see this dude suffer hornilly lol. Im counting this as most popular only amongst the niche fanbase of vulpes girlies who’s favorite thing is torturing him lmfao
Hidden Gem 1: My raider gangbang smutl!!
I’m honestly really surprised how nice people are when commenting on this! Its literally an angry milf getting railed by 15 idiot prettyboy raiders and for an oc/ oc type of story I was pretty prepared for nobody to read this at all? I love this story, its funny and surprisingly cute. I had so much fun designing all these idiot raiders and giving them all their own nasty habits. I got tired of reading stories about like the whole raider sexual coercion type of vibe so I decided to make a story where its a lady coercing raiders to do her bidding and giving them a crumb of pussy in exchange. Shes an icon, I love her!
Hidden Gem 2: Okay hear me out, a plucky wasteland adventurer x a lonely fishman monster who’s got two dicks
This story is SO fun haha and I just wrapped it up. Its like a kitschy porny old pulp fiction novel. Its inspired by that comic you can find in fo4 the “Astoundingly awesome tales! Attack of the fishmen!” The wasteland needs more cryptids like cmon theres radioactive hell monsters everywhere there HAS to be something kinda sexy looking ok. Anyways this was completely self indulgent and once again I was totally surprised that people read this at all? I cant imagine people are searching “Female Sole Survivor x Mirelurk King” so therefore i’m counting this as a hidden gem lmao. If you read this please mind the tags, its got some freaky shit going on! It ends cute though, I refuse to write anything besides happy endings!
tagging friends that I can remember who write fallout: @gaeadene @istalkpeople @ladyflaggermus Anybody else who wants to do this pls play! Mass effect or dragon age peeps are super welcome to participate and tag me so I can see you hyping urself up!!
#tag game#fallout fanfiction#im not even gonna apologize that this is all smut hahaha#i know what im about#fallout fanfic#fanfiction
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You don't have to answer this, I understand I can look up most of this stuff, but I wondered if you had any advice for playing DnD? My friend 'suggested' me as someone who could act as DM for a campaign among a wider group of friends - I made it clear I had no experience but I was interested in learning how. I do have the starter kit instructions. It's just a little intimidating, people seem to take this quite seriously? (I might have been on anon but I asked you about vampires a while ago)
First of all I love talking about TTRPGs pls ask me all of the questions always.
Second, I absolutely have advice, starting with "check out Matt Colville's Running the Game videos on Youtube". You don't need to watch them all before your first session (hell, you don't have to watch them all, period) but they're full of tips and tricks that I have personally found very useful. But the most important bit of advice from those videos is that running games is fun, and you can do it. Because it is, and you can.
I’m not going to go in to a ton of specific advice about rules, or what kinds of modules you should run (aside from “you should run a short level one module rather than committing to a whole campaign right off the bat”) because that advice is already explained in a million places, including Colville’s videos and probably your starter kit as well. Instead I want to talk about how intimidating it can be to GM, because I think that’s something everyone deals with. It can be very scary to step behind the screen and take over running the game, because it feels like all the pressure is on you. What happens if you fuck up?
Well I’ve got great news, because fucking up does not matter. Seriously. Half the time the players won’t even notice, and the other half they won’t mind because it’s just a game and you’re all collaborating to have fun together. Misread a rule? If it’s a big deal you can retcon what happened, otherwise who cares? Accidentally make an encounter way too difficult? The bad guys decide to take prisoners instead of killing anybody, and now you’ve got a jailbreak adventure. Accidentally let the players do something completely encounter-breaking? Congratulations, they will never forget how cool that moment was or how awesome they felt doing it. (Seriously, just ask @ultranos or @birger-wuvs-elsa about the Flour Incident.)
You don’t have to take this super seriously. You don’t have to remember the rules perfectly, or always stay in character. You can say “hey I don’t understand this rule, hold on.” You can disallow things that make sense, because it’s not covered in the module and you’re not comfortable going off-script yet. You can do something, realize it was dumb, and then rewind and do something else. And you can allow the same for your players, too.
At the end of the day, this game is about a bunch of people sitting around playing make-believe. So just tap into your inner five-year-old and go play.
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another thing abt the prev post that shouldn't be in the tags:
"this [the entire thing about being queerbaited by Stranger Things s4 v2] isn't a bad take because the cast members hinted at byler & the duffer brothers said we would get a confirmation about will's sexuality"
cast members can hint at byler all they want. doesn't mean it's gonna become canon though. cast members can't control what happens in the show they ACT IN. their job isn't to change everything in the script – that's the writer's job. their entire job is to write the show. actors can ship their characters all they want, but at the end of the day, that doesn't mean it's gonna become canon! they can improvise & add little things to a scene, but trying to rewrite a whole episode to add something isn't their job
and abt the confirmation of will's sexuality ... we got that? it was in the show? during the car scene AND the kitchen scene with jonathan? pls take into account that will is a softspoken, 15 year old boy in the 80s. he's not just gonna come out and blatantly say "i'm gay and i like mike!" to anybody, really. not only is it The Eighties, but that's just not in character for him – even if ST took place in more modern times, he still would not just say that?? the car scene is there for a reason!! it's not just for him to talk to mike about his relationship with el!! it's for us to VERY CLEARLY SEE that will likes his best friend!! quite literally why else would he be silently crying but playing it off like hes just looking out the window? because he likes el? THAT'S HIS SISTER??
"and sometimes, when you're different from other people, you feel like a mistake." HELLOOOOOOOO???? there could not be a more relatable quote for queer people that take notice in how "different" they are compared to the cishet "norm" in society.
then the kitchen scene in e9?? literally that entire scene was about jonathan letting will know that he will always love him, and nothing could ever change that. gay or not, he's still his little brother & he still loves him dearly.
"and i think, right now, we need to talk more than ever. things are getting a lot more complicated [being gay, liking mike, but being unable to do anything about it] than legos stuck up the nose."
"i dont want you to forget that i'm here, and i'll always be here. no matter what. because you're my brother, and i love you. there is nothing in this world — absolutely nothing — that will ever change that."
like?? could those be any more clear?
honestly, all of this boils down to taking things at face value, not understanding the phrase "show, don't tell" , and learning what the term "queerbaiting" is & just running it into the ground without actually taking time to soak in what it really means
you know what would be queerbaiting? all of this set up for it to go nowhere.
but guess what! there's another season CONFIRMED to be in the making that comes in 2 years! we have time! the story isn't over! this is how storytelling is when there's more to come, bbg💀
#broom sweeps 👩🏾🦯#ive had time to rlly think about this since july & RAUHH#once again the internet shows that they can only take things at face value!!#i could argue abt the eddie stans going absolutely OFF THE RADAR abt his death as if the duffer brothers haven't been killing off their–#–new seasonal characters since day one (barb / bob / alexi / billy to an extent) but eh idk if i can argue it well enough
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Escapism
Fandom: Project Sekai - Colorful Stage!
Character(s): Mafuyu Asahina
Additional Tags: Slight angst, hurt and comfort, pls help this girl
Warnings: Mentions of depression
Language: English
Story - Oneshot
When Mafuyu thought everything was hopeless, a little spark reached out to her in the dark.
Who would've known her feelings would manifest into something more?
Asahina Mafuyu is everyone's favorite.
People often picture her as the “good girl”. She is sweet, kind, and would help anybody in need without hesitation. Not to mention she's also the top in her school.
Her friends adore her.
Her teachers like her.
Her parents love her.
But ....
Why can't she be happy with all of that?
Mafuyu doesn't understand.
The girl's classmates will often say something like “Wouldn't it be great to be you, Asahina? It seems all perfect with you ...”, “I wish I could be like you” or “You're good with anything”.
Listening to those rambles only made Mafuyu smile a little (albeit bitterly, but she tries not to show it) and only respond with a gentle, “Ah, really? I take that as a compliment, thank you.”
But of course, that's one of Mafuyu's defense. She always does that since a long time ago. For as long as she remembered, this way of 'talking' is the best she can do.
Mafuyu can't say anything contradictory.
Or else everyone's gonna think oddly of herself.
Now, the good girl won't want that, right?
Despite that, Mafuyu can feel apart of her gone—little by little. Even so, she tries not to think too much; unfortunately it slowly eats her from the inside, and until now she realized almost all of her had 'died'.
“... I want to disappear,” she whispers. Laying down on the cold floor of her blank and plain room, without anything and nobody to comfort the poor girl.
What's wrong ... with me?
She watch her hands hazily, those soft palms of hers tremble in a way she thought almost pathetic. Mafuyu's mind swirls in an abstract way. Like in any second she could faint.
The 'good girl' feel somewhat ... sad.
No, it's not that kind of sad. Sad in a way that she can't express it.
Is it depression?
Everything seems pointless.
Just as she was slowly drifting to sleep, her phone lights up. Rays of white punctured through the darkness of her room.
Maybe it's one of her classmates asking about homework. Like always.
Mafuyu's cold hand steadily hovers to the phone and looks to her lockscreen.
Oh?
It's not what she expected, that said there wasn't even any messages from her classmates. Instead she is greeted with a single notification read:
Untitled has been downloaded.
“... Untitled? What's this?” Mafuyu rise to a sitting position, both hands supporting her phone. This 'Untitled' seems to catch her interest.
Scrolling through the files manager, Mafuyu found the file in question.
It's an MP3.
“Music?”
The dark purple haired girl didn't remember downloading such song. She doesn't even have a genre she likes, mostly her songs are recommended by her classmates. And none of their songs have ever give her some interest.
Out of curiousity, Mafuyu pressed play.
No melody. No lyrics.
“Huh ...?” Mafuyu furrowed. Is her phone's speaker broken?
Just as she gets up, the phone instantly shines, drowning her whole room white in seconds.
Mafuyu can only shut her eyes tight due to the amount of light, wondering what will happen next.
Then here she is. In a place of vast landscape, pure white with a hint of gray, though there isn't anything to see except long pillars of iron scattered around in nonsensical ways.
Mafuyu looks around, completely amused by this sight ... as if she's one with it—
“Hello.”
A rigid voice greets her from behind, Mafuyu turns around and is met with a barefeeted girl with twintails uneven. Her eye color also differs from each other. The clothes she's wearing seems to go in the style that people called gothic.
Mafuyu stared blankly at her for a while, then asks, “Who are you?”
The unknown girl holds a flat expression, just like her voice. “I'm Hatsune Miku. I was born through your SEKAI, Mafuyu.”
Hatsune Miku? SEKAI?
“Miku ...? Wait, how do you know my name? And what is this place?”
This was all too surreal. Mafuyu can't get her head around this. Just what did she fallen into? Maybe I'm dreaming.
The gray haired girl walks forward, inches closer to Mafuyu while maintaning the mysterious aura.
“This place that I called SEKAI is a manifestation of your true feelings. A world that is created by you. Even if you don't know what your true feelings are ... this world will help you find it,” Miku smiles a little, “and I've waited for you to come.”
My true feelings? Mafuyu scans her surroundings, her SEKAI is ... empty. No people besides them, no stuff to see other than the iron poles, no anything. An endless sight behold. How will she find it in this state?
Despite that, Mafuyu likes this place.
Empty as it is, the world is quiet and soothes her—much to her dismay. Mafuyu feel as if she can be herself here, no need to always wear that aching smile she used to others.
She's gone from that world, for now.
“Is this all real?” Mafuyu asked rhetorically. Miku nods slightly.
Just after that, Mafuyu drops to the floor. She didn't realize how exhausted her body and mind is from keeping up to everything. More so, Mafuyu doesn't care. All she care about is how will this world—SEKAI—help her—save her—through this newfound feelings that makes her dread every morning.
Mafuyu for once, have hope. It's not big or optimistic, but enough for her to hold on.
“Mafuyu? Are you feeling well?”
Miku questioned, but left unanswered.
Moca's Corner:
First ever attempting a Proseka fanfic. Mafuyu being my first muse—the amount of times I see myself in her is ridiculous 💀
At first I was indifferent to her, but now? Look what I've became 🛐
Overall, I rather like how the story turned out. Good thing it didn't branch more than it supposed to.
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