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jadewritesficshere · 9 months

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Oblivious

Eddie Munson x Reader

Synopsis: You think of all the times you flirt with Eddie and he doesn't realize.

You couldn't believe it. You wanted to bang your head against a wall. Either Eddie Munson wasn't into you or was a certified idiot. You knew it had taken him three times to graduate, but you never really thought about it as some people don't do well in a classroom setting. You believed that to be the case for Eddie. He could create intricate campaigns for DND as well as explaining chord progessions and why they sounded good. He was insanely smart at things, he just had difficulty focusing sometimes. And yet, you started to feel like you were losing brain cells around him.

You liked Eddie Munson. You thought Eddie would have picked up on the fact since you flirted with him a lot. And yet, he never seemed to notice. It was ridiculous.

You had trailed your hand up his arm. He didn't flinch and just smiled at you. You said he could play a bard as his next character, since he was so charismatic and cute. Eddie had thanked you and said being cute wasnt a requirement, but he was the DM and would be running the campaign.

You had tried leaning in when talking to him. Eddie didn't seem to notice, continuing to talk and move about so often he moved away from you unintentionally. You complimented how he smelled once. He said it was just weed and if you liked it he could give you some (it was absolutely not just weed).

You tried to bat your eyes at him in a flirtatious manner. He asked if you had something in your eye. You tried that seductive lip bite thing you've read about in books. He asked if you were constipated. You had tried the good old yawn and put your arm around them technique. Twice. The first time, Eddie had playfully bit your wrist. The second time, he licked you. You wanted his tongue on you, but not in that way. Of course, both times you went to remove your arm he had grabbed your hand and pulled it closer. But nothing had changed after, it was like it never happened.

So you took to older techniques of flirting. You dropped something so he would pick it up. Eddie just joked that you were clumsy, which annoyed you so much you didn't even flirt further (regardless of how true or untrue the statement was). You made sure your ankles were exposed. He didn't even notice. You weren't sure what you expected with that one. You could try to faint, but weren't sure if Eddie would catch you or not.

You dropped compliments all the time while Eddie brushed them off. You bought him a new ring to wear. He claimed it was metal and would fit right in with the rest. Eddie had put it on then gave you one he wore and said, "Now we're even." You had went home and screamed into a pillow. You also kept his ring on a chain and wore it half the time. Eddie had simply smiled and gave you two thumbs up.

The most recent thing was when you had held your hand up against his. Eddie's hands were slightly bigger than yours. You had mentioned how big they were and hinted at what else was big. Eddie had given you a wink and wiggled his eyebrows. He then went back to explaining the newest campaign. You interlocked his hand with yours and said it fit well. Eddie had simply smiled and said thanks. Thanks!

No. Nope. You were pissed. You hadn't wanted to just flat out say it but enough was enough. You liked Eddie Munson and he was going to hear it once and for all.

You stormed into the Munson trailer without knocking. Eddie looked up from where he was sitting eating chips on the couch. Before he could chastise you for entering you snapped," What the hell is wrong with you?" Eddie's eyes narrowed, "The fuck? You storm into my house and-" "Shut up!"

Eddie's jaw clenches and you glare at him. "No, seriously Eddie, what the hell? I've been flirting with you for months and you don't even react?" Eddie's mouth drops open. He blinks a few times as you continue," I've tried every known thing in the book, but you don't even think twice!"

"You were flirting with me?" Eddie asks quietly. You huff and flop onto the couch next to him," Apparently not well if you couldn't tell." You cross your arms and pout. Eddie clears his throat," I mean I thought you were flirting but...just didn't believe you meant it. Not with me at least." You look at Eddie who is blushing. "Why would I flirt with you if I didn't mean it?" You frown slightly. "Practice? Wouldn't be the first time. Ya know, flirt with the freak." Eddie cleared his throat and your heart sank.

"I uh liked it though," Eddie turns to look at you, "the flirting." You inhale and exhale slowly looking at him. "You just have to be clear. Communicate to me. I overthink things and convince myself I am overanalyzing. That's why I'm a good DM, I think of like every scenario and what could happen. I explained the uh flirting away. Just thought you were being friendly or felt comfortable." Eddie shrugs slightly. "Okay. Then let me be clear. I like you Eddie Munson. Not just as a friend. I want you to be my boyfriend."

Eddie's smile slowly spreads across his face. Eyes lighting up and twinkling with joy," And I like you. And I would love to be your boyfriend." "Good." You nod. Eddie reaches out and interlocks his fingers with yours," Good." You both sit in silence for a moment. "So are you gonna kiss me or-" "yup, yes, yeah absolutely."

#Eddie is based on me but also my friend and maybe yall will also relate #I love him your honor he is so good just needs to be talked to plainly #I can tell when people are flirting and yet when they flirt with me my brain goes “nooooo that's not really whats happening”#And I 100% can see Eddie being the same #Just to clarify: Eddie is absolutely not dumb and can be emotionally intelligent but he just overthinks and explains everything away #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson x you #Eddie Munson x y/n #Eddie Munson/you #Eddie Munson/reader #Jade is Talking

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strawbubbysugar · 9 months

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Oh hey I found this old pic in the junk drawer! Jeez this was taken like.. what, three years ago..?

#so(u)l #y/ngineer #Morgan #related to chapter 24 hsdgs #I wanted to show my idea for the outfit & also ! Morgan reveal!!#Fnaf sb #au #fanfic #y/n #self insert #reader #oc #so(u)l spoilers #so(u)l art

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cloudshapedpatch · 4 months

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writing a cute Reth x Reader, will be publishing soon 👀

#keep a look out reth lovers #if you want me to tag you when it’s done just comment! i’m happy to #if it gets popular i’ll make a tag list #i love reth so much #it’s a reth x female reader but im limiting descriptions so everyone can read and relate #the way any good y/n self insert is written #reth #palia #palia reth #reth palia #reth romance #also implied shepp!hassian #might make some headcanons too #i just love this game so much #cori rambles

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mishkakagehishka · 2 months

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Sometimes i scroll thru a bunch of hate comments on an insta post trying to find at least one person saying that all the hate is insane but instead i just feel like i'm the one who's gone mad

#so i saw a vid of a 4'10 (!!!!) girl talking ab jeans that drag on the floor and she keeps stepping on them!#and it was like supposed to be a short relatable vid to push for engagement/reach bc her entire account is outfit inspo and style advice for #short/petite girls and like #tell me why all the comments were making fun of her and calling her a pickme and a y/n and the whole ''ooo you're so special''#like ????? hello. am i insane. am i the one who's insane here.#why all that hate for a girl who's just trying to find other girls who would relate to that and who would then #follow her and give her posts engagement.... like ? hello ????#are you guys aware short girls actually exist and they do in fact find it difficult to shop for clothes bc a lot #of brands will make clothing in proportion and so if you need a smaller size for your height #everything else will be smaller too and sometimes we need to sacrifice those jeans hems so we can pull them over our hips💀💀#also someone straight up said they're hating bc she ''makes being petite her whole personality and that's all she posts ab''#!?!??!?!?!?!?! THE POINT OF HER ACC IS HOW TO STYLE FOR A PETITE FIGURE ?!?!?!!?!?!??!!??!?!

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the-moon-pal · 4 months

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Thinking of Snake Actor Mark surprisingly and now I'm thinking of running with an idea HDHDH

#damien talks #Markiplier #surprising i know!#actually imma talk about it here- tho also keep in mind i have noooot thought about him in a bit and i may have forgotten stuff about him #but basically.... HSHDJDJ SO.. I don't know much about it but i know cannibalism seen as love is popular these days.. HDHDHD #so adding with how controlling of the narrative is the actor and how y/n could be basically be the perfect [whatever he chooses]#idk why i thought it be neat to have like.. an other mother situation #like wanting the narrative to go so much his way that maybe literally entirely having yn (as a meal lol) would be like the best for well-#a literal snake in this case HDHDHDHD #IDK I FEEL LIKE im doing this more for fun than anything lore related but. also this is the most ive given though over actor mark #i hope this is ok to put in the tag. imagine if suddenly mark came back and saw this HDHDHDHD #anyhow i might draw this.. later maybe HDHDJ #tell me ur thoughts if u see this?? if u want #actor mark #snake actor #ik he had a tag im my blog but i forgor

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elvisabutler · 2 years

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Hey, bestie! I'd like to request the fluff prompt "don't worry, I'm staying right here." with Austin.

hey bestie! thanks for the request first off. second off! so this one took me a minute, i toyed with the version of austin i wanted to use with this before going pretty simple. tw: death mention and something at least similar to a panic attack.

fluff, "don't worry, i'm staying right here." - austin butler ( also known as: my heart beats for you )

austin will admit this willingly, has admitted it willing on a podcast that sometimes his anxiety gets the better of him. it's gotten the better of him when he's needed to do things. he almost backed out of recording the podcast but told himself that he just had to get to the cafe and it would be better. it would make his mind calm down and stop swirling with thoughts he can't even articulate.

you're no stranger to his panic, to his anxiety and you're used to your own occasionally flaring up- thankfully never at the same time as his. something about taking care of someone makes you focus your attention away from it and- well austin might be a grown man but you're a grown human being yourself and yet sometimes you want someone to take care of you, to calm you down before you choke on the air coming into and leaving your lungs. or before you stumble over a word or five because you can't make your mouth work because everything just feels heavy and disjointed.

your job had let you relocate to budapest as long as you promised to stay on a united states schedule for meetings and your work deadlines. it was an easy decision because it allowed you to stay with austin and actually be in the same apartment again for longer than a month. you both needed the comfort of having another human being or more accurately you both needed the comfort of having someone they truly cared about nearby and not a plane ride or a phone call away.

the problem with the schedule is that sometimes you were up at strange hours like tonight where you're up at two in the morning working on something that's for some client or other- you really just weren't paying attention beyond get this done by midnight eastern standard time tonight. you hate walking austin up and it's why you're in your shared office typing away on your laptop when you hear the shout.

specifically you hear austin shout for something that sounds like your name but maybe his mother's name. honestly the exact thing is muffled enough that you can't tell, not that it matters as you end up just running to your bedroom. what greets you is what you expect, it's austin hunched over the side of the bed shaking in ways you haven't seen in a while and muttering something indecipherable to himself. you know how he can get when he's like this so you pause in the doorway before sitting down on the opposite side of the bed from him.

"aus, sweetheart?" you start, your hand moving to his back. "are you okay?"

there's a period of silence that follows your question puncutated only by his shallow breaths and the sound of his feet rubbing against the carpet as he jiggles his leg nervously. after a few minutes he finally answers.

"no." it's choked out, practically spit out if you were being honest. "i- nightmare. like-" he has to pause and take another deep breath and as he does he reaches for the hand you have on his upper back. you gladly let him take it. "when i did the audition for baz."

"oh." you utter and silently hit yourself afterward because that was not the first thing you should have said and you know it. "your mom again?"

the silence that follows is longer than the first and it starts to scare you enough that you're about ready to get up and pull austin close to you before you hear a sniffle. "yeah. but- you too. it was her dying and then you followed." his next breath sounds like it's being overtaken by a sob and your heart breaks. "i couldn't- i thought i could at least help you."

you don't even miss a beat before you're climbing into bed and wrapping your arms around austin. "i'm right here, sweetheart. you're- i'm fine. i'm alive and i've got my arms wrapped around you."

that centers austin more than he is entirely capable of processing in the moment and you feel some of the tension in his body leave him before he makes it so he can nuzzle at your neck. "can you just- stay here for right now? just until i fall back asleep? i know you've got the deadline."

you smile slightly. "don't worry, i planned on staying right here. no leaving even to grab the laptop." you pause. "let me get comfortable on the bed and you can just lay against me or curl up. sound like a plan?"

he nods. "hearing your heartbeat will probably help so yeah."

the only answer you give back is a hum as you shoot off a text to your boss at the possible delay before climbing under the covers and making a space for austin that he gladly takes with a sigh. your hand moves to his hair, running your fingers through it as he just lays his head against your chest. you both are quiet, him just listening to your heartbeat and you paying attention to the rhythmic falling and rising of his chest.

he speaks first. "thank you."

you raise an eyebrow and stop petting his hair for a moment. "for what?"

"just being here." he shrugs, placing a kiss approximetly where your heart should be. "especially this late."

"wouldn't be much of a partner if i didn't, aus." you pause and kiss his forehead. "go back to sleep, i'm alive and i've got work i need to do. once i'm done you can hold me to your heart's content. deal?"

he smiles and settles his head back onto your chest, his eyes shutting ever so slowly. "deal."

#if i could explain how i've been able to bang out certain pieces real quick i'd actually explain it.#as it stands surprise one of my last gala related things!#austin butler #ally's 500 follower gala #austin butler x reader #austin butler x you #austin butler x y/n #austin butler fluff #ally writes #literally what stopped me from posting this is because i wanted an alternate title.#@ me why are you this way #also because i napped with my daughter. so oops.

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braisedhoney · 1 year

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Heya captain! Just popping in to ask...

Have any other crew members experience weird reaccouring dreams? And by reaccouring i meant it all happened in the space ship-

Each time though the situation would be different. Sometimes there's some kind of rogue space bandits chasing us down the halls trying to kill us (thankfully we managed to escape and hide since we know our way around the ship more) and other times it's some kind of weird mysterious force that we suspect are of alien origin, but we never really know or saw what exactly it was, just that we know it's out there searching for us, hunting, we only ever heard it, but our survival instinct always screams 'RUN' whenever we feel or hear it near us...

There was always an underlying danger in them, some more familiar and similar, while some are completely different and new-

Heh, sorry cap, i probably sound a little nuts huh? Maybe they're just some really weird nightmares born from my more extreme paranoia and imagination- and maybe a little bit of insomnia since i couldn't seem to sleep regularly yet.

Anyways, i hope i you don't mind me reporting this, it just felt like i had to tell someone and you're the first person i thought of!

I hope it's not too much trouble! You probably got a lot to worry about, it's probably nothing too important anyway, maybe a side affect of cryosleep.

Sincerely your crew -#1454

(Btw LOVE your art!💛(as always XD))

oh no, it's no trouble at all! seems like you've been having some pretty strange dreams, can't blame you for looking for some answers.

if it is being caused by something aboard here i doubt it'll only affect one person, so maybe it'll help to ask around the next time break rolls around. if you keep having trouble sleeping, it might help to head down to medbay and have them check you out for a bit, maybe ask to stay there for a few days to monitor you, see if your vitals are in order. they should be easily accessible from the terminal on your arm. just try not to linger too long in the hallway that leads to storage—the doc's been pulling "pranks" more often, but i don't think he fully gets how human humor works. safe travels! o7

(awww your little crewmate doodle is adorable!! thank you for both joining the hive chatter :'D)

#ney's chatter (ask answers)#tales aboard the hive #<- for reference folks these are vaguely “in character” asks + answers related to our whole spaceship motif #not sure if i've ever fully explained that since we started doing it but uh #anyway that doodle is!!! so cute!!!#when i draw crewmates (esp anons) i basically just leave the character blank like i did for my y/n the captain art #(y'know during iswm)#so i love the idea that people can add their own little accessories and features #hell yeah #also idk if it was intentional or not but this ask actually sent twice #so that adds to the whole “repeating dreams” thing!

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snickerdoodlles · 2 years

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having a lot of thoughts right now at 4am about chay being ruthless

there’s a specific animorphs quote i’m thinking of:

"People don't understand the word ruthless. They think it means 'mean.' It's not about being mean. It's about seeing the bright, clear line that leads from A to B. The line that goes from motive to means. Beginning to end. It's about seeing that bright, clear line and not caring about anything but the beautiful fact that you can see the solution. Not caring about anything else but the perfection of it." — Marco, The Reunion by K.A. Applegate

specifically the bit: It's about seeing the bright, clear line that leads from A to B.

now, i dont think chay from season 1 is ruthless. but i very much see him as having the makings of it. chay has a very simple and direct approach to things; he sees something he wants, so he pursues it (he asks his idol for lessons their first meeting, he doesn’t let kim skip out on tutor lessons, he confesses twice because he had a homework goal and then a personal goal, he wants the truth so he confronts kim that same day, etc). and we see this theme of ‘chay has a goal, chay pursues goal’ most often with kim because they specifically foil each other in this. kim has a grand speech about making sacrifices to achieve your goals, but he’s stagnant between the world he was borne into and cant fully leave because of his brothers, vs the soft bright world he wants to be in but cant because he comes bearing blood. this directly contrasts with chay, who pursues his goals fullheartedly and recklessly

now, chay's not ruthless. not...yet. but there’s also these little...hints of a ruthlessly practical mindset to him. the most standout point for me in this regard was episode 1 when porsche is worried about his uncle. he’s sent arthee away, but he’s still planning “how do i get uncle out of trouble, and how do i maximize it?”

but chay? chay’s straight up like “uncle’s problems aren’t ours, lets just runaway to go live your dream of owning a bar on the beach”

i love this scene between porsche and chay so much. not only is really heartwarming, but i think it rly solidifies who they are as characters right off the bat. porsche is a caretaker. he takes care of everyone around him, whether he has an obligation to or not. but chay is fully ready to just leave their uncle behind. uncle interferes with brother’s and mine’s future plans? then no uncle in future plans. chay doesn’t even seem to mourn nor care that his uncle, one of his two caretakers left, is just gone from his life after ep1. like...that’s a really cold assessment for a teenager to make about one of his two living family members (that he knows of)

for me, what holds chay back from tipping into any sort of ruthless so far is mostly his naivety. not innocence (chay is not innocent yes i am still fighting on this hill), but he has certain expectations of the world that don’t necessarily match what the world is. to me, this shows most clearly when he sees warning flags (”...how do you know i have a brother?”) but is fully willing to ignore them in favor of pursuing his original goal(s) instead of taking the warning flags into account. and since he doesn’t plan for them, when some of those flags grow into actual problems, they really trip him up in ways he’s not prepared to handle. but he doesn’t have that any more at the end of season 1

if we do get a second season, i would be v curious to see where chay’s character develops. im apparently the outlier lol, but i actually really love where kim and chay ended in s1. they were on a trajectory to crash in the middle and instead they missed and landed where the other started. kim, the kid running away from the things he’s always wanted, puts himself out there with zero expectation or surety that chay will reach back. chay lingers over the video, unsure if he wants to respond to it or block it, so he throws his phone away to deal with it another time. and it’d just be really interesting to see how these two characters would react following the same trajectory the other one originally did, but coming at it with a very different background/development. and for chay specifically, i would just rly love to see how his ep1 “lets just abandon uncle to the debtors and go live our dreams on a beach” hints might come back/come into play in a mafia world setting

#this is v stream of conscious like. this isnt anything super serious. 5am is not a time for serious lol #anyways. i have. thoughts.#didnt want to expand in the post bc this is SO very much thumb tacks and strings and headcanons but. i also want to see chay's ruthlessness #and how it might mirror/follow namphueng's ruthlessness specifically #my read on namphueng is that she's playing her own game. and whatever game she's playing for her survival. she did it knowing that she'd hav #*have to abandon her sons and that she cant/wont reveal anything to them right away #there's some fun ideas to play with there between porsche's phoenix symbolism and korn's chess bs #so i would rly love to see like. porsche v much takes after his dad in his caretaker and big heart traits #where as chay is v much namphueng's son and they have a bright clear line between point a and point b they'll pursue without hesitation #there's a fun playground in there between chay and korn but that probably interests me exclusively bc it relates to talk shit get hit series #lol ANYWAYS i personally would love for namphueng backstory and a namphueng backstory that includes her selling out her original family #specifically (i mean the family the theerapanukuls killed and took her from). then namphueng tried to get away from them #that would be v fun for me its the top of my s2 bucket list #btes if ive misspelled anything shhhhhhh its 5am ive been up since before 7am spelling isnt real #this isnt rly meant to be anything lol just. been keeping me up all night. oof.#kinnporsche #mine: kinnporsche #pls stop saying chays this weeping willow or doe-eyed bambi or innocent bean or whatever i am so tired lol #chay did not abandon his uncle to the wolves for this kind of slander lol #he did not sell himself like he was living a y/n fanfic for you to box him into innocent maiden tropes #he didnt push every step of his and kims brief relationship for yall to make kim the dom lmao #.......promise im done. this isnt a tag whine lol. its just like. idk. did yall forget the shit chay's pulled in canon #he's the same wavelength of insane as kim thats why they work #tag rambles #tag rambles: kinnporsche

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crowfeathers · 5 months

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we’re making buttons in class next week and I’m so at a loss for what designs to make for mine 😭

I lowkey wanna make fanart buttons like for dgs or something but this is a small assignment so doing smth merch related feels a bit useless. but I’d still wear those even just for myself ngl

PLUS I could use those designs for my later self if I get my hands on a 2.25 button maker (the one I now have access to is only for 1 in 😔)

#ok i sleep now #my current ideas are 1) a button w a little riolu and there’s a red circle around his head with arrows pointing at him #n it says ‘HAVE YOU SEEN MY SON???’ that’s it LOL 2) something comic-y in a halftone vintage style 3) ‘irl dostoevsky character’#because im That person #perhaps with an axe on it somewhere :)c #i feel like some of my classmates will definitely do fanart designs for at least a few #so i feel less cring. also my comics prof would not care (ofc she wouldn’t she’s the best. anyways)#OH OH just remembered. 4th idea: something related to the choir from bloodborne!! they’re so aesthetic #or a plague doctor pin would be silly

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horizonandstar · 2 years

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Hiya star! Just wanted to say that I am loving your story so far along with all your ideas.

I have but one question: What do you mean Celestial Leviathans are Critically Endangered? I love lore but this hurts my heart. Is it something to do how the species live or an outside force? I'm genuinely curious to hear things like this.

Hope you have a wonderful day/night dear! Take Care!

...wouldve been a funny one-liner to leave on, but i love talking about my lore and also the amount of joy i got from seeing this in my inbox was a lot

i want to clear things up juuust a little bit. there are several criteria to categorize a species as critically endangered, and you only need to fulfill 1 criteria. here are at least 2 that their species fulfills:

(note: MI means mature individuals, 3G/10Y means 3 generations/10 years. the last sentence means that if there's a 50% chance the species goes extinct in the wild within 3 generations or 10 years, whichever comes later)

now that you have these criteria in mind, i want you to think: how many celestial leviathans have i mentioned so far? their numbers don't get much better than that

and to answer your question: they're facing extinction due to an outside force!

#ask #anon #ngl ive also been waiting to see someone assign me a name #since ive never actually introduced myself except as the author #i was expecting horizon since it came first in the title but star is a cute name #ive never used star as an alias before so thats fun #also how do i put alt text on images on mobile?#bit related to the topic in the post but like #swap au y/n might exist in the normal thatls au. even if they did theyre never showing up anyways #but even including them. yeah. their numbers don't look great #thatls tag

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tinybirbwrites · 2 years

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UNO Reverse (Leon Kennedy/Reader)

what’s this one about: basically isekai, but with a twist. only warning being about the swearing in this one. hope u enjoy!

I must have gone full on bonkers, is what I kept thinking to myself, as I walked through the rain in search of any signs of life. It was dark, though I had no clue about the actual time. The only thing visible to my puny human eyes was the seemingly endless street, grass, some vague dark shapes of a broader environment in the distance, and the real heroes of this story: streetlamps, the only source of light around here.

Why was I out here? No fucking clue, to be honest. Which is why I kept thinking about having gone bonkers. Anyone who could have sworn they were walking home after a long day and suddenly found themselves on some foreign, creepy ass street would think the same. Not to mention that weird sensation of total disorientation before opening their eyes to a totally different environment. It felt as though I had fallen asleep, only to be rudely woken up by the sound of thunder.

“Fuck you too, Thor,” I mumbled, after yet another flash of lightning nearly made me jump out of my skin. The situation hadn’t fully sunken in yet, and I didn’t know if I wanted it to. I was out in the middle of nowhere, my phone was dead, it was dark, my clothes were soaked, I was cold and scared and there was a fucking thunderstorm, as if my situation wasn’t already bad enough. In a desperate attempt to cope, I started mumbling the lyrics of Stayin’ Alive through chattering teeth.

Minutes later, as I wracked my brain to remember the lyrics of some ABBA songs, I could hear a familiar hum that grew louder and louder through the sound of rain and thunder, until the street in front of me was lit up by something other than the streetlamps. My first thought really shouldn't have been ‘maybe I’m going to get abducted by Aliens now, too,’ it really only proved my suspicion on going totally insane, before I finally realized that those were car noises.

I turned around with an exaggeratedly loud gasp, immediately being blinded by the bright headlights of some Jeep. I barely remembered to wave, in hopes of the driver taking pity on me and taking me along in their warm car.

Luckily, the Jeep was already slowing and coming to a halt beside me, the driver rolling down the window of the passenger seat so we could talk. I squinted through the rain, eyes still adjusting to the darkness after being brutally blinded, but I could already feel the sinking feeling of deja vu in the pit of my stomach when I got a better look at the exterior and interior of the car.

“Hey, do you need help?” The voice sounded awfully familiar, which I tried to shrug off as just my imagination, but after blinking about three more times and finally being able to make out the guy’s face, that’s when I couldn’t ignore anything anymore.

“Uhh,” I said, rather intelligently, as I stared into the eyes of Leon Scott Kennedy. A video game character.

Well, I thought, trying to make sense of the situation in a matter of milliseconds, maybe this is the guy they modeled him after. I started to nod to myself, but then remembered that the voice and modeling was done by two seperate people, so my theory immediately stopped making sense.

After about three seconds of silence, in which Leon was still politely waiting for an answer, I finally remembered how to talk again. “If— If it’s not too much trouble, could you take me with you? I don’t know where I am or where I’m headed, to be honest.”

Leon frowned at that, either confused by my admission or concerned about whether taking a complete stranger with him would be safe. But, knowing he became a cop to help people, I highly doubted he would just leave me out here in the rain.

...This would be the perfect moment for a hilarious joke, to say that he did, in fact, leave me out here, driving away at speeds that were clearly breaking the law—but he didn’t. Leon, kindhearted soul as he was, cleared out the passenger seat for me and opened the door with a smile.

I felt immensely out of place, soaked and confused as I was. Again, the situation wasn’t fully settling in just yet. I mean, meeting a fictional character was one thing, but then realizing that I was apparently in a whole other freaking dimension right now was another.

Leon took in my appearance for a moment, face showing concern. “How long have you been out there?”

I pursed my lips as I tried to estimate the time, but knowing it probably felt longer than it actually was due to the shit weather condition, I quickly gave up. “I’ve no clue, maybe half an hour? Maybe more?”

The young cop set the car in motion once more, but not before looking in the mirror, over his left shoulder and using the turn signal, despite there being a clear lack of traffic. Truly, a law-abiding citizen by heart. Meanwhile, I almost forgot to put on the seatbelt.

After going back to a steady, legal speed, Leon spoke up, “Hopefully we’ll find you some spare clothes, or at least a blanket. I’m afraid I don’t have anything with me that could help you…”

“No worries, I’m already feeling much better just being out of the rain.” I watched another bolt of lightning flashing across the sky for a split second, feeling much safer now that I was no longer alone and out in the open. “Thanks for taking me with you.”

“No problem. I’m happy to help.” Leon shot me a quick, warm smile. “I’m Leon, by the way. Leon Kennedy.”

That confirms it, I thought, trying my best not to give anything away. My heart was nearly beating out of my chest as realization started to sink in, deeper and deeper.

“Nice name,” I heard myself say, quickly introducing myself before he could react. Luckily, Leon didn’t seem to have heard it, though he started to frown again, as if struck by a thought.

“So,” he started after a moment, tone polite, though he was still visibly distracted by whatever had come to his mind, “why were you out there? You said you don’t know where you are—this all sounds pretty concerning.”

I snorted. “Yeah, you can say that again. I was on my way home, but then I suddenly… wasn’t? Maybe I was drugged or something, I have no clue. All I know is I really, really shouldn’t be here, and that I would’ve probably eventually caught hypothermia if not for you.”

That’s when a familiar song started playing on the radio, and a sense of dread started to set in as I belatedly realized where we were headed.

In the distance, the lights of a gas station came into view.

After everything we had just been through in the past hour or so, Leon still managed a genuine smile. “Seeing as I won’t need these anymore,” he pointedly pulled at the collar of his jacket, “maybe you could wear them? They’ll be too big, but at least they’re not as soaked.”

We’re in the middle of a zombie apocalypse, and you’re still worried about me being cold? is what I almost said, but then I thought, of course he is—he’s Leon S Kennedy, after all.

“It’d be an honor to wear your clothes, Mr Kennedy,” is what I said instead, almost immediately regretting it and cringing into my shirt as I started to pull it over my head, both from my words and from the uncomfortable feeling of wet clothes clinging to my skin.

Leon gave a little laugh, something I had never heard from him before, which made the whole thing worth it, honestly. “Alright, I’ll get dressed back here and set my clothes in the middle so you can grab them. Let me know once you’re done, so I don’t accidentally…”

He trailed off, and when I looked up from watching my shirt wetly flop onto the floor, I could actually see him blush. “Oh, uh, yeah. Good plan. Let’s do that.”

Leon was staring at me as if I had just told him I was the Queen of England. “Wait, what did you say your full name was again?”

I repeated it, more slowly this time, wondering what the hell was so special about it. Maybe he had been so distracted by my messy appearance that he hadn’t listened when I told him the first time.

“You mean, like the fictional character from the book?”

Now it was my turn to be confused. “What book? What fictional character?” Because, frankly, the only fictional character here is you, is what I didn’t say, instead biting my tongue. No need to throw that harsh truth in his face so soon into meeting him. No way he would even believe me.

He said my name, then, as if he had said it a million times before, which was a little confusing considering he couldn’t remember it just a few seconds ago. “You know, from the I’d Rather Sleep Than Solve Math Problems book?”

Wait, what?

“That… funnily sounds like something I would say. Not a bad title, honestly,” I chuckled, albeit a little nervously. Was he for real? Was this all some fucked up joke? Wasn’t I supposed to be the one being all “oh, haha, you’re actually a video game character, funny story, haha”?

Leon was still watching me with a searching look in his blue eyes, as if gauging my reaction, testing a theory. “It’s rather popular with teenagers. I even had to write a whole essay about it back in school.”

“Wh— It’s a thing in school?! I’m in a book that gets assigned as homework in fucking school?” I watched him nod, feeling as if the rug had been pulled out from under my feet.

I found myself stumbling back a few steps and ultimately sinking down and leaning my back against the wall, Leon crouching down in front of me. Absent-mindedly, I mumbled, “Well, I’m… sorry you had to do that. Must’ve been a real drag.”

Leon smiled. “Actually, I rather enjoyed it. Couldn’t put it down once I started reading. Even got a good grade for my essay.”

He enjoyed a book I was a fictional character in, I thought, rather deliriously, he even got a good grade. This can’t be fucking real.

“Uh, congrats! I’m… uh… glad you liked it?” He tilted his head, gaze now growing a little worried.

“You okay? Sorry, I guess it’s a lot to take in, huh?” At my nod, he grimaced apologetically and sat down beside me, putting one hand on my knee and giving it a comforting squeeze. “I thought you were crazy at first, but there’s no doubt that you’re actually them. I’ve read the book about three or four times, you’re exactly like them.”

“Huh,” was all I could croak out, “But... I guess I gotta look a little different than you imagined, right?”

“Well, no, not really. Sure, I didn’t know what your face looked like exactly, but the description is pretty damn accurate.” I turned my head to look at him, just in time to see him blush. “You’re… cuter than I imagined.”

Cute? Did the Leon Scott Kennedy just call me cute?

Play it cool. “I… uh… Thanks.” Smooth.

“So, what exactly happens in the book? I mean, it can’t be that interesting, right? I know what my life is like, and, well, it’s not exactly eventful.”

“That’s what makes it so popular,” Leon began to explain, voice growing passionate, “it’s relatable to teenagers and young adults because your life is the way it is. You don’t know what to do in life, you’re searching for your purpose, you’re scared of the future, of how quickly time passes—it’s pretty much what everyone goes through at some point, don’t you think? And then the way you try to cope by using your imagination is just so well written!”

Leon was actually full on gushing now, talking about a book about my life as if he were talking about Star Wars. There were so many things that were strange about this situation, yet the one that stood out the most was that I would’ve never imagined that someone like Leon would enjoy a book like that.

Then again, I didn’t know a whole lot about Leon’s interests. Not like his wikipedia gave away much other than his life during and after Raccoon City, not before. Capcom never even gave us his exact birthdate, just the year he was born in. Most of his wiki was about his missions, everything he’d done to protect humanity from bioweapons and the like. It didn’t exactly talk much about his private life, the only thing I knew about him was that he drank a lot of alcohol, apparently. But thank God we knew what his blood type was.

“I’m sorry,” Leon suddenly apologized, sounding a little bashful, “I hope I’m not making you uncomfortable. I must sound like a total geek.”

“No, no, it’s okay,” I quickly tried to reassure him, giving him a smile that I really hoped didn’t look like a grimace, “I’m really just at a loss for words. I don’t know how to— I mean, I just— I never expected to be a—” I sighed and ran a hand through my hair.

Leon seemed to know exactly what I was talking about though, nodding with an understanding look on his face. “Yeah, I can only imagine.”

If only you knew. I bit my tongue before I could say anything about him being fictional too. One thing after another.

#yeah no i couldnt think of a better title for this one im afraid #also im a total sucker for these kinds of tropes #like with a character being thrown into a fictional world and all #or a character coming into the real world #just anything isekai-ish #idk why but i love that stuff #leon is probably super ooc in some parts #sorry about that #also reader is mainly based on myself so i apologize to those who cant relate to them #i try to keep stuff vague but sometimes its hard not to get into any details #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy x you

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ayz0 · 2 years

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In future I want to make some sun & moon comics with actually just me in them instead of a y/n. I’m way funnier than my y/n lmfao

#my yn was MEANT to be an insert but they ended up getting their own characterization agh #i also have very specific things I do that I feel might not be super relatable to others….. so I don’t want to slap those on a y/n #anyway when I eventually post these we will see just how relatable or unrelatable my behaviours arrreee I suppose

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lexinympho · 2 years

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Blessings of Fatherhood

Miya Atsumu x gn!reader

Summary: Atsumu thinks about his life as a father during a quiet night of him caring for his newborn daughter.

WC: 1k

Tags/Warnings: Fluff (all the way), barest hints of angst, nondescriptive mentions of pregnancy/childbirth, Atsumu getting sentimental

A/N: This was another spur of the moment thing, so there's not much revision or proofreading, I just felt like writing something about getting sentimental over watching a child grow up lol.

The role of a father is a significant one Atsumu hadn't pegged himself to be the right one for, let alone ready to take on, but he was always fond of kids in spite of that.

He'd be the world's biggest liar for ever insinuating that he's never thought about having children of his own down the road to adulthood, and those thoughts swelled over the years he'd spent with you. You and him had busy lives at the start of your relationship however, rarely home for 3 days straight or capable of spending those off days together in their entirety. That was just how your lives were going 5 years ago, too focused on nurturing your personal lives, as well as your shared life, to consider bringing another into the equation in the near future.

That was 5 years ago.

The faux blonde now finds himself standing bleary eyed at 4:36 am, cradling a baby girl hardly any bigger than your standard American football, and humming Baby Beluga in the muted ambiance of the bedroom. Atsumu still feels a great sense of awe 3 weeks after the birth of this miniature human being, an arduous process that still incites a familiar burn of his nose and gets him choked up on his own tears as he thinks back to it. He's not ashamed to admit how emotional he gets over her, you have the tendency to get just as sentimental as him. Speaking of you, you're still asleep and blissfully unaware of the heartwarming scene behind you, courtesy of him carefully springing out of the bed the moment the newborn stirred in her sleep.

Would ya look at that, he thought to himself with a satisfied smile upon observing the state of sleep she'd fallen back into. As small as the pacifier is, the item manages to dwarf her small head, greatly multiplying her cuteness as he gently places her in her crib. His body screams at him to lay down himself, to weld you to his side after pulling you closer by your waist, and slip into a deep slumber while listening to the baby's quickened yet relaxed breaths just a foot or two away from the bed.

His heart however, the organ that performs all manner of acrobatics for the child in front of him, tugs at him to lean on the railing and watch over her. You and Osamu always have a penchant for telling him he listens to his heart a lot, but he never looked at it as a flaw. That is how he found you, the love of his life.

As he looms over the crib, he whispers under his breath, "I wonder what yer first word's gonna be." It's a bit of a farfetched belief, he knows this, babies often say words without really knowing what they're saying is a word. But he can't wait to hear her squeaky voice formulating garbled words that are halfway comprehensible to him, yelling at him for not picking her up when both his arms are full of something that isn't her. He's looking forward to seeing her learn how to roll around, watching her pull herself across the bed in an attempt to crawl, and especially supporting her by her hands as she exudes jollity from her first taste of standing.

He reels his excitement back in though, knowing that this stage she's at right now is ephemeral, and he'll miss these days when they go by with no plan to ever come back.

And that's okay, he could hear you in his head reassuring him of his concerns. He'll be a loving father towards her for as long as he's living, lamenting the days lost to memory but preparing for the days to come in the future. Days of him crying with her when she gets hurt, feeling replaced when she learns to love someone aside from her own parents for the first time in her life, and days when the sense of individuality starts to hit her.

He's not ready to lose her to the world.

I'm getting ahead of myself, he admitted as he rub at his glazed over eyes. The tears built up in his eyes aren't ones of sorrow (maybe a little bit), they're more so happy than anything else. Happy that's he's going to love and cherish 2 people in his life, grow so attached to them that he's left feeling like a lost puppy without them, and be with them throughout the development of this little family he calls his own.

"Tsumu?"

He finally snapped his attention from his daughter (he'll never get tired of saying that) to see you turned over in bed, rubbing your eyes and peeking at him through the semi-darkness of the bedroom.

"'m coming back." With one last look at the crib, as well as a whispered "I love you", he drags himself away to find his rightful spot beside you.

"Is she okay?" You asked with your sleep ridden voice as you sit up, wondering if she woke up hungry or in need of changing.

He pulled you back down to bed with a grateful smile to answer, "She's fine, just needed some rocking."

The response seemed satisfactory enough to you, evident when it took you no time at all to fall back asleep in Atsumu's warm embrace. You don't appear to feel him squeezing you the slightest hint more right now in thanks, but he thinks that's okay, he's been thanking you since the day you both found out about the pregnancy. And he'll keep thanking you for promising to remain with him for the rest of his life, to raise a child with him, and love her with all your heart.

And he'll thank that child for being his daughter, because there's truly no greater joy to behold than being a father to a baby as beautiful as her, and being blessed with the opportunity to care for her as his own.

Sure, he may not have initially thought he'd be rightfully prepared for his role or be the right one for it, but he wanted it nonetheless.

It's a role he could never trade for anything else.

#happy father's day y'all #atsumu x reader #miya atsumu x y/n #atsumu fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyū x you #hq x y/n #haikyuu drabbles #atsumu drabbles #«lexi's writing»#haikyuu fluff #this kinda sucks but i wanted to do something relating to father's day and writing for the Haikyuu boys is like second nature to me #this was also going to be a drabble until i accidentally hit the 1k word mark--so um yeah lol

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mishkakagehishka · 11 months

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So thankful for all the tof charas that have aliases with normal names bc oh my God.

#i was just laughing with a friend yesterday about the fact that they have food names #(also semi-related but whoag. it's so neat that i don't have to worry ab being cringe here #like that friend plays g.enshin and ho.nkai but even the friend who Doesn't play would watch me play #and like actively make comments ab how hot the charas are😭😭😭😭)#altho it'd be easier if they had them written on their profiles bc i'm Bad at remembering names #so far I only remember Chen Do'uer (Mapo Tofu) and i think Yuanbai (Whitebait)#altho that doesn't seem right. i know there's Y-N-B but the vowels... shrugs #tho Claypot's and Buddha's Temptation's pseuds are actually in their profiles and for that i'm thankful #tho i still haven't learnt them bc they don't come up in dialogue as often as Chen Dou'er and ... well YNB

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lookitseddie · 2 years

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as promised, here’s a collection of head canons/just random thoughts that have been chewing away at my brain ever since @sofiaaaaaaaa03 made an innocent little post about their scribe of the gods series and we went completely off the rails about it in the notes

this ended up being much longer than I had expected and is still not as organised as I would have wanted, but it is what it is

anyways, enjoy me rambling about y/n and their antics <3

they hate basically any ancient painting that (for whatever reason) they happen to be in, because the artists never get (insert specific facial feature) right

sometimes looking at their own reflection makes them uncomfortable (’why do I look like that? I don't feel like it. I'm older.’) so they have curtains hung up on every mirror at their place, just in case

but its not like they don't age, its just a slower process. so whenever they notice random physical changes that weren’t there a couple years ago they get all giddy <3

there are certain food items/recipes that are no longer popular or even being made and they used to love them but can't ever taste them again :(

it takes everything they have in them not to correct people who believe a popularly accepted but historically inaccurate fact because answering the “,,,how do you know that?” question get a big awkward

on the other hand, they sometimes straight up refuse to indulge certain knowledge they have of old mysteries/conspiracies so they can be entertained by people’s (mostly steven’s) frustration

either that or they just say wildly incorrect things in a matter-of-fact way, again, leaving people (yes, mostly steven) really fucking confused

“oh yeah, einstien’s moustache was like completely fake, he used to put it on before every public appearance”

“,,,what-”

they for sure say shit like “hey, is that any way to talk to your elders now. hm?” whenever marc makes an even slightly rude remark

“well back in my day-” (referring to the 18th century)

oh you think remembering humiliating things you did 2 months ago is bad? try cringing over things you did in 1907, so much worse

they tell the boys about embarrassing and wacky things khonshu has done over the centuries so the system can use it against him

speaking of which, them judging marc for letting khonshu manipulate him is so much funnier with this context. because not only are they on the same boat, but they’ve been going through it for decades- which is comparatively so much worse- (true clown behaviour on their part)

and because of how much time they’ve spent merely existing, perceiving time is a constant struggle to them

steven: you’ve been working for a while now, mate. how about a break?

y/n: it’s been like 30 minutes, steven. i'm fine.

steven: 6 hours, actually. its been 6 hours

and it doesn’t go as small as just hours or minutes, sometimes they lose track of days. which is what caused the habit of always checking the date first thing in the morning to remind themselves that time is indeed moving at its normal pace; an anxiety that was amplified by spending time in the archives. they’ve lost way more time in there compared to canon

and this time around when they lost 5 years to that goddamned place again, the initial dread didn't last as long, instead replaced by a sense of unfortunate acceptance as they got ready to mold themselves according to the changed world once again

and because of the amount of times they’ve had to break apart and piece themselves together again to fit in, keeping a stable identity is important to them. just to reassure themselves that they are still them, even with how much everything else has changed

maybe they take those online personality quizzes over and over again, making sure to remember themselves and how they act, what they like etc. sure its a bit silly but whatever helps, right?

maybe they even tried joining those ‘post-snap counselling groups’ pretending that they had been snapped so they could talk about how they lost 5 years too, only slightly differently (idk how long that would last though)

on another note, I'd like to think that they’ve been a sort of mentor figure to every avatar that has come and gone. they’re always the one that a new avatar would go to if they needed advice or just general direction, knowing that because of how long y/n has done this, they would most likely have some advice

they also use this to their advantage sometimes when the avatar’s get into a bit of an argument at a meeting. using dialogues such as “you seem to forget I've had 10 times your experience, kid. I think I know better” isn’t something they really enjoy, but it gets the job done and djehuty seems quite entertained when they do it so oh well

SPEAKING OF DJEHUTY

I think the fact that djehuty has kind of been the only constant companion they’ve had throughout the years definitely causes mixed feelings for them, even before they found out they’re being manipulated. just his ever-lasting presence is a form of comfort, though he can be condescending and test y/n’s patience on a regular basis

he has seen his avatar get overwhelmed and breakdown numerous times over their long life, and its not that he doesn't want to help, its that he doesn't know how.

so he’ll sometimes come over and drop a piece of dark chocolate on their head to distract them

y/n: ,,,, the fuck was that??

djehuty: you looked sad

because sure he’s an asshole, but he’s as asshole who tries. I am the leader of the djehuty apologist group, can you tell?

y/n definitely has random flashbacks at time, accompanied by moments of dissociation because their head is filled with way too many memories and wait? has this exact same scenario happened before? was that memory? a dream? just deja vu?? what even is real??

losing their powers in the realm of the duat hit them like a truck. they’ve been able to carry things 5 times their own weight for so long that not being able to easily over power people (or hippos) sent them into instant fight or flight

also the fact that this time around when they died it would be such a cathartic moment??? because they were starting to believe that they would never get to feel the calming sensation of death wash over them (as morbid as that is) and how it must have felt to finally have that?? only to have to go back and choose hundreds of years of servitude once again

but also coming back with a soul this time, their soul, and experiencing what they could only describe as pure fucking euphoria (I still have multiple thoughts on that but that’s for another day)

in conclusion: they’re a mess, but they’re good at being one :)

#I wanted to get this out before my exams consumed me next week so sure this is a bit rushed #don't judge me #anyways kjsahda scribe of the gods makes me feel unknown emotions and this was my way of showing appreciation towards it #hope y'all enjoy #also I will most definitely have more thoughts on this but I doubt they will be coherent enough to post #thats all #gonna go upload a -give y/n a hug- campaign now #they need it #additional thoughts:#I really like how the losing track of time and having moments of severe dissociation helps them relate to the system even more #they're best buds your honour :D #and them having so many mixed feeling about whether or not to go back to djehuty because yeah fuck him. he hurt them #but he's all they've ever had. they have no life without him (or so they feel)

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