#halsey fan fiction
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Finally/Beautiful Stranger (Steddie X You)
A/N: Part of this AU, you don't have to have read the others to understand but it helps!
Also, please feel free to donate or buy me a coffee. Anything helps but of course you don't have to. I will still love you :)
Warnings: Former Addicts Steddie X Fem Y/N, SMUT, slight spanking, dirty talk, very light DOM dynamics touched on, mentions of lose of virginity (as well as the pain that comes along with the first time), FLUFF, These three people love each other very much and all three are happier compared to previous chapters. The talk about their new lives and careers with pride <3.
ANGST, dark themes!! of addiction and recovering addicts explored. Not new for this series but again this one is much lighter than the others. They both discussing cravings and Eddie having a slip a few months prior. Steve works at a center with children of addicts and one boy has a similar situation to Y/N's accident so she helps him through that.
The boys mention regrets including being aggressive with the reader verbally and sometimes physically when they weren't sober so DOMESTIC ABUSE TRIGGER.
There are flashbacks of them as kids so mentions of Eddie and Steve dealing with their toxic dads.
I think that's it! As always go carefully in this AU and if you choose not to read that is ok. I will still love you!
Word Count: 8358
1974
You winced as you landed back first on to the gravel underneath where you had fallen from the jungle gym.
“Oh wow! Are you okay?!” A set of hands gripped your biceps as they helped you get to your feet. “You have some stuff on your dress. Let me…” The boy’s voice trailed off as you felt him dust off the nature that stuck to your outfit.
“Thank you.”, you mumbled as you turned to meet your hero, coming face to face with honey brown eyes and a comforting smile.
“You’re welcome. Are you alright? Do you need to go to the nurse or…?”
“No. I think I’m okay. My, uh, back broke my fall.” You grin when he laughs. “I’m Y/N.”
“Steve.”
“Harrington?”
“Um, yeah?”
“No! Don’t mean to sound mean. The girls in my class think you’re cute. They never shut up about you.”
The boy laughs harder and your grin grows at the sight of his scrunched nose.
“I have no idea why. I’m not that great.”
“I don’t know. I mean…I think you are.” Steve blushes at your answer and you reach out to grab his hand leading him towards the swing set.
The two of you talk casually about things normal children your age talk about like tv shows and music. Shouting suddenly grabs your attention causing you to slow to a stop as a boy runs around the corner and heads towards you both.
“FREAK! THIS ISN’T OVER!”
“Thomas Hagan!”, a teacher yells, blocking him with her body so he can’t follow.
The boy pauses as he leans against pole of the swings trying to catch his breath.
“Are you alright?” He jumped as your hand reached out to touch his arm as he held them up defensively. “Hey. Hey, it’s ok. We won’t hurt you. I’m Y/N and this is Steve.” His chocolate eyes scanned you both over before finally sighing in relief when he realized you weren’t a threat.
“What’s your name?”
“E-Eddie. Eddie Munson.”
“Oh! You’re the kid that just started here. I’m sorry, man. Welcome to hell.”, Steve joked causing an exasperated laugh to leave Eddie’s lips.
“Did Tommy do that to you?”, you ask as you gesture towards his black eye.
Shaking his head, he came over to sit on the swings beside you both.
You couldn’t explain it at the time, not even now, but as you sat there talking to them you felt comfortable. You felt like you had known them your entire life. Nothing in this moment could have prepared you for the future that was headed towards you all.
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1993
“Where up north are you, Stevie?”, Eddie asks as he takes a big bite of the burger in front of him.
“I’ve been up in Detroit for a few months now working at a youth clinic. There’s a lot of good kids there who just need some help.”
“I’m proud of you, dude. We’re supposed to head over there to record with this big time producer. What about you, princess? Where do you call home?”
“I don’t actually have a home right now. I’m a writer for a music magazine so I’ve been on the road mostly for the past 2 years listening to bands and staying in hotels.”, you giggle as a huge smile adorns your face. “Maybe soon I’ll get to write about you, Eddie.”
“Here’s hoping. We just got signed but the manager at the label says we ‘really have something’.”
“Of course you do. You guys were always amazing.”
“Pfft, yeah sure. Drugged out me could barely focus on the strings let alone create a melody.”
The table went silent as a heavy energy fell around the table.
“How have things been? Any cravings?”, Steve asks as he folds his arms to lean forward on his elbows.
“Oh, Harrington. I’m an addict. I always have cravings but choose to resist them.”
“Has it gotten any easier. To resist them, I mean.”, you inquire.
“Yes and no. I mean I used to snort blow 24/7 and now I don’t. I can go about my day and live my life but when something hard hits me or I’m having a bad day I have to physically talk myself out of not looking for a fix.”
“I can understand that. There were a few days where I sat outside of bar staring at the front door for hours before driving away.” His eyes flick towards you as he continues. “I still struggle with regret… regret that we…ruined your life.”
“You didn’t ruin my life. You definitely didn’t make it easy but… I should have left or cut ties beforehand. I just didn’t know how. I didn’t know how…to live without you two in my life.”
“Yeah. We get that to.”, Eddie sighed as a silence fell around the table.
It had been a long time since the three of you had been together without the vices getting in the way or taking control. You had no idea how to be around them when they were sober.
“Hey, uh, I have an idea if you two would be up for it.”, Steve grins as he tries to elevate the mood again. “Since the two of us will be in Detroit, why don’t you come with us, honey? Maybe the three of can hang out and spend some time together again. You’re even welcome to stay at my place. I don’t have a spare room but, Y/N, you can take my bed and the two of us can sleep in the living room or something.”
“Oh, Steve, I don’t want to impose—”
“No. No imposition whatsoever!”
“I can do that.”, Eddie confirms.
“Ok. I’m ok with that.”
They both heavily exhale as if they had been holding their breath waiting for your answer.
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1976
After getting into a fight with his father, Steve ran to your house knowing you’d make everything better. As soon as he showed up, you called Eddie who biked over as quickly as he could and after he arrived, you both listened intensely as the boy vented.
“Everything’s going to be ok, Steve. You know you’re welcome to stay here.”, you try and soothe the boy as you wrap your arms around his shoulder.
“Why am I never enough for that asshole?!”
“Because he’s just that; an asshole.”, Eddie quips making the other boy softly smile in his direction.
“I should just do whatever I want to since I can never make him happy.”
“That’s a good idea. Oh! I’ll be right back.”, the boy grins at you both before running up your stairs.
“Steve, you ARE amazing. I’m sorry he can’t see that but no matter you have us.” Grabbing his face, you kiss his cheek causing him to blush.
Music starts to play and you both look up to see Eddie coming down the stairs with your bulky radio in his hand. Placing it on the bottom step, he stagers around in place as he begins to lip sync the lyrics.
“I'll state my case, of which I'm certain
I've lived a life that´s full
I've traveled each and every highway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way.”
The guitar starts to play and Eddie pretends to strum as he jumps to the ground, continuing to sing as he dances around you both.
“Regrets, I’ve had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did, what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption.”
Grabbing Steve’s hand, you do the same, dancing to the music as you three sing along.
“I planned each chartered course
Each careful step along the highway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way.”
Eddie spins you and you laugh as you watch wide smiles paint their faces. You loved them both so much and knew after everything they go through they deserved happy, peaceful moments like this. To you, they deserved the world.
***
The flight up to Detroit was uneventful but Steve did fill the time by telling you about some of the kids at the clinic he worked at while Eddie crashed beside him. His eyes lit up as he spoke, telling you about the turnaround a lot of them had made and how talented they all were.
“Amanda is such a smart girl. She’s 15 and she can draw these beautiful pictures. I’m working on seeing if I can book a gallery or something for her to show her work. Right now, she draws for her mother works two jobs to help take care of them because the dad is a junkie.”
“What kind of things does she draw?”
“She can do portraits and people. She drew me once as this like superhero. I have the picture on my fridge.”
“That’s amazing.”, you beam up at him as he smiles to himself. “Steve, I really am proud of you…of both of you.”
“Thank you. That means a lot to me.”, he softly grins as his gaze shifts towards his lap. “I’m very proud of you as well. I’m glad you found something that makes you happy. When we were growing up you had mentioned writing before.”
“Yeah. I never knew what I wanted to write about but one day a guy I was dating overheard me talking about grunge metal and offered me a job.”
“Hm. Are you two still together?”
“Uh, no. We only dated for a couple of months. I’m not with anyone right now. No time.”, you chuckle trying to lighten the mood again. “What about you? Any future Mrs. Harringtons?”
“No. No future Mrs. Harringtons. I kind of spent time focusing on me and now the kids.”
“You have to be careful with that. You don’t want to fill one addiction with a new one and miss life entirely. I’m guilty of that those first three years after I left.”
***
You and Eddie enter Steve’s apartment slowly as you take a look around. It was a bit smaller than what you were used to when it came to him but he made it his own. There were posters of bands he enjoyed along the walls with some shelves lined with books he had read. In the corner of his living room was a desk with a few papers and pictures clients had drawn him over the years. A frame caught your eye and you bent down to get a good look as you took in his sobriety coins.
“Yeah, I, uh, bought one of these little frame things because it felt disrespectful to just throw them somewhere.”
“That’s amazing, dude.”, Eddie praised as he threw down his bag. “I, uh, I had an incident a few months back. I’m on the blue 6 month one but…”
“What happened, Ed?”
“Oh, um, nothing we need to get into, sweetheart. I did the proper protocol with my sponsor and she helped get me back on track.”
Steve patted his back comfortingly, knowing how hard it was and is to remain sober. Gesturing you down his hallway, he led you towards his bedroom and you grinned at the simplicity.
“The bathroom is right in there and please both of you feel free to take anything from the kitchen. Me casa es su casa.”, he chuckles as he nervously runs his hands through his hair. “Sorry, that was cheesy.”
“Steve, you guys don’t have to try so hard. Just be yourselves.”
“That’s the thing isn’t it?”, Eddie sighs from his spot against the wall. “The three of us don’t exactly know who we are together anymore.”
You gently smile in his direction as you reach for his hand.
“We’re best friends. Always have been.”
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1980
“Eddie, why does that sound familiar?”, you grin from your spot on his bed where you had been listening to him strum his new guitar his uncle bought him at the pawn shop in town.
After his run in with the lady in town today, Rick offered him something from his secret stash. He was amazed at how fast it began working, numbing the anger he was feeling and pushing him to a blissful state he didn’t want to experience alone.
Grinning, he continues to move his fingers as his gentle voice fills your ears.
“Baby, if I think about you
I think about love
Darlin', if I live without you
I live without love.”
“They’ve been playing it on the radio nonstop.”, he chuckles, rolling his eyes.
“You sound amazing. I can’t wait to see you on that stage one day.”
“Pfft. Me? Al Munson’s trailer trash kid rocking it out on stage making millions of dollars and being successful?”
Fueled with frustration, you grip his chin and force him to look at you.
“Don’t ever let me hear you say anything like that again, Edward Munson. You are NOT trash and you’re nothing like your dad. You can be anything you want to be.”
“Yeah…tell that to people in this backwards town.”
“Fuck what these people think! I think you’re fantastic and so does Steve. You hung out with Rick today. I’m sure he thinks you’re an awesome friend.” Your eyes scan him over when all he does is nod. “Eddie, did something happen in town today? Did someone say something to you?”
His own beautiful, chocolate color hues stare past you for a moment before he blinks back into the moment and flashes you a big, tooth filled grin.
“No, sweetheart. I guess I’m just feeling a little low today. I’m sorry.”
Running his fingers over the strings, he plays the song with much more vigor than before.
“I would give you both night and day
Love satisfyin'
Feel like makin'
Feel like makin' love.”
“Mhmm. What do you know about makin’ love, Munson?”, you giggle allowing him to lighten the mood.
“Oh, baby. I’m going to be a rockstar, remember? I know everything.”, he winks.
***
You smile as you sit in the booth watching Corroded Coffin play their music. Eddie was in a completely different zone as his fingers ran across the strings of his guitar. This was his dream; this is what he always wanted but always felt was out of reach.
When he was in his drugged out haze you would watch him lazily try to play but stumble as his fingers trembled against the instrument. It killed you because you could always picture him on stage with a crowd full of people screaming his name. He just never believed it himself.
“That was good, baby.”
“That was fucking garbage, Y/N. I barely played anything that would count as a note.”
“That was fantastic guys. Eddie, your band undersold your talent!”, the producer compliments making the metalhead blush. “Ok, let’s take lunch and we’ll come back in about an hour. There’s a cafeteria on the first floor if you guys are interested. It’s on me.”
“You sounded amazing.”, you grin as you meet him in the hallway. “I told you that you were going to be a rockstar one day.”
“Ha! I’m not quite there yet but thank you, sweetheart.”
After getting your food, you both sit and talk about the last couple of years. Eddie told you about some jobs he worked at in Indiana not wanting to be too far from the guys so they could practice and work on things together for the band. He mentioned Wayne and how well he was doing especially after being promoted to a higher position at his work.
“He deserves it. Wayne always worked way too hard for almost no money and appreciation.”
“Tell me about it.”, he chuckles. “And of course, the first day he starts his new position, he gets a crush on one of the female employees underneath him!”
That makes you laugh hard and he relishes the sound as his eyes watch you light up. That feeling of regret washes over him and he averts his gaze to his plate as he shuffles some food around.
“So, um, any rockstar boyfriends out there touring the world?”
“No, no boyfriend. I focused on myself more than anything and honestly haven’t had time for a full-blown relationship.”, you reply. “What about you? Any new girlfriends?”
“Naw, sweetheart. I’ve kind of been doing the same thing more or less.”, he answers sullenly. “Quite frankly, I haven’t met anyone who would be willing to sneak backstage of a Metallica show and pretend to be the building manager to get her boyfriend an autograph.”
This time when you laugh, he cackles with you and embraces the warm feeling that follows.
“I told him it was for my kid.”, you blush. “God, hopefully I never have to write for them. I’ve been lucky so far but that will be an awkward exchange if they remember me!”
“Are you kidding, princess? You definitely leave an impression! Who could forget about you?” Eddie froze as he heavily exhaled and shook his head.
“Y/N, I’m sorry…”
“No, Ed, it’s ok…”
“You would think I’d have this down by now but…”
You nod before you rise to your feet and get on his side of the table to sit beside him.
Wrapping your arms around his neck, you lean your head on his shoulder as he reaches up to caress your arm.
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1980
Steve tenderly grins your way as he watches your eyes light up at the movie Kungfu you two had been watching. Well, you had been watching. He had been stuck in his own head after that ridiculous conversation with his dad.
“Son, you’re about to start high school which means it’s time to really buckle down and focus. No more fucking around. If you want to run my company one day you can’t keep being lazy.”
While he had been talking there was a woman in his office waiting for him to give her attention. Her dress seemed way too tight and it inched up her thighs as she sat on top of his desk. Steve would never understand why his father cheated on his mother. To him, these women weren’t nearly half as pretty as her nor anywhere close to being as loyal as she was.
His dad said he needed to ‘buckle down and focus’ but what he heard was ‘it’s time for you to start being like me’.
Steve hadn’t planned on coming over but he felt weird after drinking the bottle he found. He thought booze were supposed to make you happy but he found himself feeling incredibly lonely. When he showed up unannounced, you opened your front door and eagerly ushered him with no hesitation.
You always made them feel like they mattered.
“Steve? Are you alright?”
“Huh? Yeah, I’m ok. Just thinking.”
“Did you want to watch something else? I put this on because I know the cheesy effects make you laugh.”, you giggle as his smile grows.
“Naw, honey. This is fine. My dad was being…himself you know?”
“I know. You know you can always talk to me. I love you and I’m always here for you.”
Opening his arms wide, you fall into his embrace and he prays you don’t smell the liquor that lingers.
***
“Oh, wow. Look at you and you have your own shelf.”, you tease as Steve leads you into his office.
After leaving Eddie so Corroded Coffin could continue recording, you headed to the center the other boy worked at so he could give you the “grand tour” as he called it. You grinned at the drawings and pictures he had posted everywhere around him. Multiple books and files were strewn out all over the place on his desk but a particular photo caught your eye.
“Oh, um, yeah. I still keep that there as a reminder.”
Picking up the image of you three at the amusement park, you smile as you fall into the memory. They both seemed extremely content that day as if all their worries had disappeared. You thought about that day often to especially when you passed one on the tour bus you were riding in at the time.
“The kids ask me about you two constantly.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. Do you want to meet them?”
When you nod, his grin stretches across his face as he giddily grabs your hand and guides you to a much larger room where some kids were already sitting around waiting.
“Mr. Harrington brought a date to group!”
“Look at Hugh Hefner over here!”
“’Bout time you settle down, old man!”
“Alright, alright. All of you settle down.”, Steve jokes as you laugh. “This is my friend from Hawkins I tell you guys about. This is Y/N.”
“You’re the girl he doesn’t shut up about.”, a young lady smiles.
“That would be Amanda.”
“I know you. He told me all about you on the ride up here. Your work is amazing.”
“Thank you!”, she beams.
Taking a seat beside Steve, you watch as he conducts the group session, introducing each kid and responding where appropriate. You couldn’t help but marvel at his change as he took control and seemed way more confident than he ever did back home.
There was no one he needed to impress or a “legacy” he needed to live up to. He could just be himself.
“Please, Katie. Trust me, your mom doesn’t fucking care. That’s why she drinks.”
“Derek.”, Steve warned. “That’s not how we talk to each other in here.”
Your eyes scanned over the boy across from you. He couldn’t be older than 17 but he seemed to carry years of anger and burden on his shoulders. His arms were folded tight around his chest; a barrier to protect him from anyone trying to get in. Emphasized by the oversized hoodie that he kept up over his head.
You knew this boy; you had been him.
“What? Am I wrong? If she cared she’d stop fucking binge drinking every night and actually spend time with her daughter.”
“Who in your family drinks? Mom or dad?”
All eyes turn to you after you pose your question.
“My dad. Why? Does it matter?”
“Yes, it does. I know how hard it is…to have someone you love choose substances over you. It fucking hurts.”
“Look, I don’t need another adult to patronize to me, okay?”
“She’s not. If anyone understands what you guys are going through it’s Y/N. Especially you, Derek. Remember how I told you guys about my accident and DUI? Y/N was…was in the car with me.” Steve stumbles over his words before quickly trying to regain control again.
“Hm. Did you rat him out? Is that why he’s clean now? Are you going to tell me I should be open and honest or some shit?”, the boy spat.
“No, I didn’t. I actually told the police I didn’t remember who was driving. Took a couple of weeks though because I needed surgery after metal from the car sliced through me. He never even came to the hospital.”
“Wow, Mr. Harrington. You were an asshole.”, a girl sighed.
“I was wasted and terrified. I couldn’t face what I did to someone I loved.”
Derek’s eyes were suddenly glassy as he adjusted his body in his seat.
“He does love you, honey.”, you coo towards the boy as his bottom lip quivers. “If it were as easy as putting the bottle or drug down they would. Some people can but for others it’s so much harder. Whether they heal or not is ultimately up to them but no matter what happens, Derek, none of it is your fault.”
The young man sighs as he breaks down and the girl beside him wraps her arms around him as he cries. A palm touches yours and you turn your head to see Steve’s soft eyes taking you in.
You see the never-ending apology within them as flashes of the old boy you knew before the booze pushed through before receding as he flashes you a gentle grin and lifts his hand.
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1983
“Guys, really? Do we have to eat all this before going on the rollercoaster?”, you giggle as you watch Eddie pour more cheese over the nachos in front of you three.
“Yes, sweetheart, we do.”, he answers in a serious tone as his tongue pokes out of the corner of his mouth.
“And the cherry on top.”
Steve produces a cupcake from his side and places it in front of you as the metalhead pushes a candle through the top of the frosting. You smile as Steve cups his hands around it while Eddie pulls out his lighter and ignites the wick.
“Now make a wish and blow out your candle.”
Your gaze shifts between their happy faces as they wait for you to complete the task.
“I wish everyday could be like today.”
As you blow it out, both boys clap and cheer making you blush as Steve kisses your cheek.
“Happy birthday, beautiful.”
Eddie leans over to take hold of your jaw and peck your lips before sitting back down.
“Happy Birthday, princess. Now, you eat this while sire and I devour this here.”
“Why do I have to and she doesn’t?”
“Because it’s her birthday, Steven! No stop whining and say Ah!”
As the boy scowls he unhooks his jaw and Eddie shoves a chip into his mouth making you laugh as you lean against him.
“Oh my god, you two are ridiculous! I love you so much.”
***
You laugh hard at the joke Eddie had made as Steve struggles to keep soda inside his mouth while he cackles with you.
“I really missed you guys.”, the metalhead announces, his gaze shifting between you both. “I mean I’ve made a lot of new friends you know but I talk about the things we used to do like me doing Karaoke to make Steven laugh or you and I, Y/N, going to the horror movie marathon just outside of town.”
“I remember that. That was so much fun.”, you smile.
“One of the things I enjoy about my job is interacting with those kids. Most of them are sarcastic as fuck like you, Ed, or extremely kind like, Y/N. Thank you for what you did with Derek today by the way. He struggles to talk about his relationships with anyone let alone about his dad.”
“May I ask what happened? You mentioned our accident…”
“Um, yeah. It was kind of the same thing. His dad hit a car with him in it while drunk, ran from the scene, and Derek took the blame. His dad begged him to before he bolted…kid was only 15.”
“Jesus.”, Eddie sighed. “Sounds like my dad.”
“He seems like a good boy. He’ll be okay.” You flash him a comforting grin and he can’t help but smile back. “I, um, I feel like we keep ignoring the elephant in the room. I want you to know I am genuinely so proud of you both. Steve I never imagined you’d be as confident as you seem now. You always told me you thought you were worthless and I know that’s because of your asshole dad. I watched for years as you lived in his shadow but were still so terrified of becoming him… Those kids don’t have to experience that because they have you now.”
“Eddie, you were always afraid of people abandoning you and numbed yourself constantly. When you were numb you were so angry and heartbroken. When I saw you playing your guitar again with your band… you finally seemed at peace.”
Your voice cracked as a tear escaped your eye and you awkwardly laughed as you wiped it away.
“That’s all I ever wanted for you two.”
“6 months ago… when I relapsed… I was in such a low place. My apartment I was staying in got robbed, I had just been let go from a job I was at, and this girl I was dating said she didn’t want to see me anymore. She said I was loser and it fucking hurt like hell. I felt so alone and it was almost like a dream. I barely even remember where I bought the drugs or how I got back home but as soon as it hit my nose I regretted it.”
“Y/N, I saw your face and everything I wished I could take back. The fights, the names, the pain… The way we talked to you.” He cringed as memories flashed through his mind.
“I get that. Of course, my biggest regret is the accident but the one I think about the most is the first time we were intimate when we…I…” You looked at Steve with sincere confusion not thinking anything of that night. Then again compared to all the others you had after it was just a blip in a chaotic timeline. “Y/N, honey, you lost your virginity on my couch after threatening to leave us because of the jugs of liquor you found in my trash.”
“We should have done it right. I picture us taking you to dinner and you’d be wearing that red dress we loved.”
“Yeah, that one floofed out above your knees kind of like a tutu.”, Eddie chuckled. “With your hair up in a ponytail so we could so your face. You always wore make up but you never needed to. You were…are… so beautiful.”
“How are you two dressed?”, you murmur their way.
“Let’s see. I’d probably have my jeans and black shirt but I would have made sure it was clean with little to no cigarette smell.”, the metalhead jests causing you two to let out a little laugh.
“I’d have worn jeans to but a nice polo shirt I think to go with it and that expensive cologne my dad kept buying me.”, he smirked. “We’d take you to Enzos because you deserve a nice meal but of course you would complain about the prices even though we insist it’s no problem.”
“Some soft music would be playing and we’d ask you to dance.”
Steve rises to his feet and messes with his stereo till a slow 70s song flows through his speakers. Extending his hand to you, you take it as he pulls you to your feet and places one of his palms on your lower back as he holds the other in the air.
“Is this ok?”, he whispers under his breath, exhaling heavily in relief when you nod. “I would tell you about how I fell in love with you the first time I met you. You said all the girls in your class had a crush on me but I didn’t get it. I think I said something along of the lines ‘I’m not that great.’ And you said—”
“I don’t know. You seem pretty great to me.”
He tenderly smiles at your response before grabbing your hand to spin you and pass you to Eddie who was waiting with open arms.
“I would have probably made a joke about the music saying that dancing to Dio is way better.” He smiles when you giggle. “I’d tell you that the first time I saw you I thought you were way too good for me. I remember you asked about my black eye my dad had given me and it surprised me. Every other adult already assumed or were afraid to ask, staring at me constantly. But you actually fucking cared.”
“Then what would happen?”
Eddie passed you back to Steve and this time you wrapped your arms around his waist, pressing your head against his chest. You didn’t see it but he and the metalhead exchanged a glance filled with slight worry as he held you and leaned his cheek on top of your head.
“Y/N, honey—”
“You don’t have to answer. I can let you go, we can get ready for bed, and go back to being friends. We’ll always be at least that because I agree with Eddie. I miss you two so much but unlike the first time I left…I don’t feel bad about it.”
Pulling away from him, you back up a bit to address them both.
“I’m happier than I’ve ever been and you were right in the letter you left me. I had some more healing to do to. I needed to find out who I was without you and now that I figured that out…I want to see if…maybe…we can start over. I mean we’ve all grown so much and I’d like to get to know the two men in front of me.”
Their eyes continually scan over you, trying to understand and get a true read to make sure you’re alright.
“But like I said, you don’t have to. We can go back to laughing or go to sleep. If it makes you feel better, you taking my virginity that morning…I don’t remember it being a bad experience. Yeah it hurt but it was going to for me anyway and not just because I was virgin.”, you tease, smirking their way.
You were surprised when Eddie was the first to move, taking agonizingly slow steps till he was directly in front of you with his nose hovering just above your own. After blinking a couple of times, he pulled you into his embrace and you closed your eyes as you inhaled his signature smell while clinging your arms around him.
“I love you.”, you whisper. As if your words were a match, they ignited the metalhead’s passion as his hands tilted your head back and he kissed your lips. As if muscle memory was taking over, you clung to his neck as you jumped up into his arms and his hands promptly took hold of your thighs as your legs wrapped around him.
As he starts to carry you, his feet give out underneath him as he trips over something and you both tumble to the floor. He manages to keep himself from crushing you as his palms shoot out to catch himself on the hard wood.
“Fuck! Shit, I’m so sorry. I forgot for a moment this wasn’t my place.”, he chuckles shakily. “Are you alright?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.”, you laugh.
“I feel like a fucking teenager. I’m actually…I don’t know…nervous.”
“Would it…make you feel better if I admitted I’m nervous to? It’s been a while for me and if I’m being honest I think I’ve only been with you guys sober that one time but that was after that intense session. We’ve never been together…like this.”
Wind moves your hair and you both turn to see Steve laying out one of his blankets with a couple of pillows on the floor.
“I wish I had lost my virginity to you.”, he admitted. “I was wasted and I’m ashamed to say I don’t even remember the girl’s name. I think you’re the only girl…woman… I’ve been with sober.”
“I was half awake.”, Eddie sighed. “Karla something in the back of my van. I barely remember it either.”
“Were you rough with the other girls like you were me?”, you asked.
“Sometimes but you were the only one that seemed to enjoy it.”
“Did you?”, the metalhead asked. “We never even asked what you liked in bed. Just kind of did our own thing…”
“I did and I didn’t. I hated when we did it after a fight. Kind of like that night we went to Steve’s house after spending time at The Hideout. Eddie said I wanted to fuck Andrew and Steve, you got mad at me because I defended you in front of your dad. You said I butted in and made things worse. You both said you were going to use me one last time before I abandoned you.”
“And I choked you too hard…”
“Sometimes if you both were angry enough the line would blur.”
Steve’s head hung knowing he was the culprit of most of your verbal sparring matches with him. He cringed every time he thought about the awful things he had said to you while drunk.
Scooting closer to him, your hand reached out to grab his chin lifting his face so you could see his eyes.
“I love you to.” The man sighed as your thumb caressed his bottom lip. “Show me the men you are now.”
When his lips connected with yours, you wanted to cry because for the first time in a long time you felt safe. Your tongues mingled together as his hips grinded down against yours eliciting a soft moan as you turned your head to find Eddie. Steve’s mouth continued to travel to your neck as he clung to you, your fingers threading through his hair as the metalhead leaned down to kiss the other side.
Kisses and stolen touches were exchanged as clothes were removed, you not wanting them to be too far for very long as their lips refamiliarized them with your body. Lifting your legs open wide over both their hips, you mewled as their fingers ran delicately up your thighs.
“This is what we should have done.”, Steve whispered in your ear. “We should have taken our time with you; made you feel more comfortable.”
“Made you feel good and help prepare you.”, Eddie added as he tenderly kissed your cheek and the side of your face.
When his thick fingers slide into your core, your eyes rolled as your head dipped back. Both your palms ran along cocks and the sound of their groans in your ears had you clenching tightly around his digits. When Steve joined his friend and massaged fast circles into your clit, you knew you wouldn’t last long.
“Fuck, please. Just like that.”
They each grinded against you, desperate for relief as the sound of your slick filled the room as they picked up their pace.
“That’s it, honey. Cum for us.”
“We got you, pretty girl.”
Your body trembled as you came, your lips searching for theirs as their fingers guided you through.
“Fuck, that was sexy.”, Steve panted against your lips as he maneuvered himself on top of you. “Wait, fuck, do I need…I may have some condoms somewhere…”
“No. It’s ok. I’m still on the pill.”
Softly grinning down at you, he places a peck on your lips before trailing kisses along your cheek and to your ear.
“We should have asked that first time. We didn’t even bother. We were so afraid you really were going to leave…”, he whispered. Reaching between your bodies, he gripped the base of his cock and gradually guided it into your core. “Oh my God, Y/N.”
Steve groans as your pussy stretches to accommodate his size and the memory of that evening smacks into you like a ton of bricks.
“Steve, you’re so big. It won’t fit—”
“It will, honey, I promise…”
“Just go slow and keep talking to me.”
“No, no, baby. You’re ok. Eddie, fuck, can you—”
“Are you ok, sweetheart?”
“Hurts.”
“Hey, are you alright? I’m not hurting you, am I?”
Tears start to fall from your eyes but as the man lifts himself up to pull out and comfort you, you wrap your arms around him to hold him to you.
“I’m ok. Don’t stop, please, and don’t stop talking to me. You feel so good… I just…I love you.”
His heart flutters at your admission every time he hears you say it. They both thought they had lost you forever and rightfully so but to know they have a chance… they weren’t going to waste it this time.
Steve slowly began pumping his hips, relishing the feeling of you clinging to him again.
“I love you to, baby. This is how I should have taken you that first time, nice, slow, and—fuck—so deep. Your pussy so fucking tight as it pulls me in. I can feel you everywhere, Y/N, you’re so warm and wet. You take my cock so well…such a good girl.”
Your eyes rolled as you clenched at the name. With anyone else you had been with you never allowed them to play rough or tell you things like how good of a girl you were or anything like that. It reminded you of them and truth be told you only really believed it when they said it. You didn’t want to push them but you wanted them to know it was ok to be a bit more passionate when it came to you.
“I’m your good girl?”, you whimper making him moan.
“Fuck, yeah, honey. You’re our good girl.”
“Then fuck me like a good girl deserves, Steve.” As his head falls between your neck and shoulder, your fingers cling to his hair as he thrusts his cock into you a bit harder than before. “That’s it. Just like that.”
Your eyes swiveled to look for Eddie, finding him beside you both stroking his length as he waited. The sight drove you wild as the other man moved at a faster rhythm, pounding into that sensitive spot inside you that had your jaw going slack.
“Please…please, Steve. I’m gonna cum.”
Reaching for your hands, he pinned them above your head as he held them in his own, intertwining his fingers with yours as he sucked little marks on to your neck.
The coil in your belly snapped as you repeatedly moaned his name, his lips hastily meeting yours to swallow your moans as he chased his high.
“Can I swallow your cum, baby? Please?”
He doesn’t respond as his eyes stare into your own but as his hips sputter he quickly pulls out of you and crawls up your body to push his dick into your awaiting mouth. His fingers tangle in your hair as you bob your head and he mewls as he spills his release down your throat.
As he backs away from you, you sit up and kiss his lips, his palms cupping your face as he holds you close to him. After caressing his cheek and silently assuring him you were alright, you shimmed your way to the metalhead and wrapped your arms around his neck as he adjusted himself till you were sitting on top of him straddling his waist.
“It was my first time with the woman I loved and I didn’t even get to see your face.”, Eddie murmured as his hands traveled down your sides to rest on your thighs. “I barely even checked in to make sure you were ok.”
As he spoke, you continued to look down at him as you dragged your pussy lips along his cock.
“I should have had you on top of me just like this so I could see you and you could see me. See that beautiful face scrunch right here when you slide me in.” He smiles when you giggle as he pokes your forehead. “Fuck, Y/N, I missed a lot of things but nothing more than your laugh, sweetheart.”
Your heart skipped a beat as you tilted down to kiss his lips and his palms clung to the base of your neck as you guided your hips down onto his length.
“I love you, Eddie.”
“Mmm—I love you to, pretty girl.” Subtly bouncing on top of him, you both mewled as his tip hit that soft spot repeatedly. “There you go, princess. Still so fucking tight.”
Your eyes searched his face as he licked his lips and arched his neck, the veins along his throat making you moan.
“Spank me.”, you plead as your nose grazes his. “I promise it’s ok.”
His eyes fully open, meeting your own as you place his hands on your behind. Gauging your reaction, he kneads your meaty flesh as he guides your movements.
“Fuck, baby. You look so sexy riding my dick. Make yourself cum. I want to feel your pussy squeezing me.”
Bouncing as hard as you can, your head falls on his shoulder as his palm spanks your ass and he feels your warm breath heat his skin.
“A-Again, Eddie. Just like that.”
Ring laced fingers take hold of the back of your neck as his other arm circles around your waist to hold you still as he plants his feet and thrusts up into you meeting your motions with a hard one of his own.
“Like that, Y/N? That the spot? I know, sweetheart, I got you.”
That wasn’t the first time he had ever said those words to you but this was the first time you ever believed him.
“Say it again.”
His head turned slightly to kiss your temple as he softly murmured his last sentence till you tumbled over the ledge and he spanked you again as he helped you ride your high. Leaning back on your knees, he followed you and you hugged his head to your chest as you rolled your hips till you felt him warm your insides.
His lips roamed your skin as he guided your sweaty bodies on your sides. A second set of welcomed kisses glided along your shoulder blade as you felt yourself slowly drift off into bliss.
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1982
“Fuck, why am I nervous? We’ve known her since like 4th grade.”, Steve hyped himself up as they sat outside your door in his car.
“Yeah, but this is different. We’ve never looked at her that way before and vice versa.”, Eddie sighed.
“I mean…I always thought she was beautiful. I just…what would a perfect girl like that want with an asshole like me?”
“Steve, you’re not a…well you’re a little bit of an asshole.”, the metalhead teases making his friend laugh. “I get it though. She’s perfect to me to and deserves more than some trailer trash felon’s kid.”
As his hands begin to shake, he reaches into his leather jacket for his pack of cigarettes.
“Are you alright?”
“I’m ok. I just haven’t had a hit all day and I’m jumpy. I wanted to be sober for our first date with her.”
Steve smiled at his friend as he flashes him his jacket pocket.
“Same. No flask or any alcohol.” Eddie nodded as he patted the man’s shoulder. “You’re not trailer trash, Munson. I hope you know that. You’ve been my best friend to and I’ve never once seen you that way. I love ya, man.”
“Aw. I love you to, Harrington.”, he replies in a high pitch sing song voice before glancing out the window. “Thank you. I don’t know where I’d be without you guys.”
Grinning, they both hop out of the car and knock on your door, their jaws dropping when you greet them in a beautiful blue dress they had never seen on you before.
“Wow, you two look handsome.”
“We don’t look half as good as you. Oh my god.”, Steve compliments making you blush.
Eddie extends his arm like he had seen so many times in movies, his smile widening when you loop your own through it and lean over to kiss his cheek.
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You woke up to the sound of beeping as your eyes opened in search of the noise. Steve groaned as he rolled over, blindly searching before holding up his watch, and pushing the button to silence it.
“Do you have to go to work?”, you whisper, smiling when he shakes his head and turns back onto his side reminding you of the little boy who used to do sleep overs with you in elementary school.
As you try to face him as well, you realize a tattooed arm is laying across your chest and glance over to see Eddie on his tummy with his messy hair blocking his face. Tenderly, you reach over to move it to the side, rousing him from sleep as he scrunches his nose and blinks before pulling you closer to him till his nose was pressed against your cheek.
The first time you met him his hair was extremely short and he had bruises everywhere. When he came to your house, you could tell he felt out of place but you extended your hand and allowed him to hold it if he felt uncomfortable. Those first couple of times he stayed over, you would wake up with the back of his palm near yours.
Fingers tracing your skin bring you back to the present as your eyes meet Steve’s and he smiles as he runs them up your arm and down your stomach. Your breathing hitches when you feel the tips along the scar on your stomach.
“Does it still hurt?”
“Sometimes…when it rains or snows… or when I dream about it…” His amber eyes scan your face as you continue. “Those are the two experiences I think about a lot still. You two screaming at each other before leaving me and finding Eddie ODed…”
The man’s thumb caressed your skin as he kissed your skin.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart.”
“I meant what I said before that night two years ago. I forgive you both. This past week just hearing and seeing how far you two have come… I loved you both so much but I never felt safe. Last night and right now… I feel like it’s finally safe for me to let go and trust you again. If you want that…if you want me…”
Eddie’s lips abruptly crash to your own before kissing your nose and up to your forehead.
“I love you so much, Y/N. I will always want you, baby. I promise you ARE safe with me. I got you.”
Steve lightly grips your chin, turning you to face him as he kisses your lips as well.
“I love you, honey, and you are all I’ve ever wanted. You’re safe with me to and you both are more than welcome to stay here or we can look for a bigger place. Whatever we have to do, I’m in.”
You held them both to you as the tears began to flow, thankful that your lives would no longer be trapped in memories but new beginnings with the two people you loved the most and loved you.
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It's just wild to me how Taylor clearly meant for "The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived" to be about Matty and people listen to that song and then have the audacity to think "Yup, these other songs and all her previous songs were about him". She literally said "I don't miss what we had" and "I'll forget you". And you think "love/loss of my life" is for that same man? 🤨
Also the fact remains Harry is the only muse she has ever given a full on album to, the only muse she ever said, with no hesitation, that he was the one who'd float in and out of her life, be the one who you'd always wonder "what if", etc. and they think all her pining songs about a long lost love is not that muse and is instead Matty?! 💀
I still will die on the hill she, in general, has woven multiple muses into songs and the biggest reason for that is Harry. 1989 was the one album she was very obvious with who her muse was and he was in every song. Then everything hit the fan and she became more private and went into hiding. Then comes back with Reputation. And that's where the woven muses happened. Realistically she had very little time with Joe while Rep was being done. Yes, a few songs were 100% Joe but, a lot don't fit and some that "kind of" fit him seem to also fit Harry. I think she started them off about Harry and then maybe wrote Joe into the finish of them. She did it with Lover and now TTPD. Folklore/Evermore were the only ones she mostly used full muses because it was "fictional" and so she had a reason to be more open about the muses.
Also just want to mention in Smallest Man she implies, pretty heavily, he was bad in bed lmao. Yet you want me to believe they "dated" way back when, during his heavy drug use (when it's harder for men to get/keep it up - hell even Halsey had a song that mentions this), hooked up and then kept hooking up over the years and she was pining for a man who she later says was awful in bed? That is not the same muse she has spent over a decade pining for and writing other songs where they hook up - be for real please. 😭 Ain't no one pining for a man who is terrible in bed for a decade.
And I know some people think Guilt As Sin is Harry and it could be a Harry/Matty merge as I think most TTPD songs are, I think it's a bait and switch and she weaves a bit of Matty into the songs to throw off people from Harry. Anyways that song reads two ways for me A) from a Harry stand point she was saying she was pining for him while with Joe and she felt guilty even though nothing happened between them and B) from Matty stand point, I think when they were working together on Midnights her and Joe were in a very bad place and he might've helped talk her into leaving him finally, I believe Matty 100% love bombed the hell outta Taylor and probably "sold her a quick love scheme". He probably mentioned how he'd had a crush on her for years, he'd treat her better/she deserved better blah blah and she maybe started thinking of that and felt guilty because she'd never actually been with Matty previously so how could she be guilty and that's including from the rumors from back in 2014. To me it read she never had slept with the muse at the time and it was all in her head but she was feeling guilty for it and maybe even accused of it. That then makes sense with her calling him bad in bed in Smallest man. She hadn't slept with him previously, then she did last year and was like "Yikes". Again, if that's the case then he can't be the muse she's pined after and had secret affairs with.
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it is fascinating how pretty much every conspiracy theory about a celebrity being secretly gay/bi is like completely the same? there's always some greater power preventing them from coming out, the secret messages for the fans hidden in music or interviews or social media posts, the promise of the truth coming out always getting delayed but don't worry here's another hint so keep the faith it will happen eventually. it's honestly cult like behaviour.
The thing is that it’s absolutely true that the entertainment industry has forced queer stars to hide. And it’s also true that SOME projects and entertainers did “flag” to queer audiences, though I will add, this was done at great personal and professional risk (would recommend Matt Baume’s analysis of queer media in general, but especially his video on Hitchcock’s Rope—the flagging was really something Hitchcock wanted, whereas the queer people working behind the scenes had to worry about everything from professional consequences to forced sterilization if they were outed).
But when we consider western media today…. Being openly queer is still an issue, more I would argue for actors and especially male actors than singers. Men still have to contend with the fact that if they are seen as gay, they will not be cast in leading man roles, which are largely straight—look at Luke Evans. Handsome, talented as fuck, nowhere near where he could’ve been professionally. And it’s in part because he’s openly gay, but he’s not the “type” typically cast in gay roles. Nobody’s denying it’s tough out there.
BUT. If a person is queer and is only exhibiting their opposite sex relationships, and you’re actively digging for these secret hookups (I’m thinking of a certain recently hot actor who is clearly very private about his life, and whose name I won’t mention, whose personal life was unearthed on social media with zero control on his part) then you are trying to out someone. You can be queer, and still out someone. You can say you’re just following up on what they were flagging? But you don’t KNOW them or their intentions.
And if the only evidence you’re going off of is your interpretation of like…. Music? Out of context quotes? You have nothing anyway. You are projecting your ideas and your perceptions onto a stranger. It is absolutely cultlike, and imo it’s just as much about the collective group focused on these efforts, that sense of community and standing up for something together, as it is about the celeb.
I also think there are certain people, many of which aren’t queer themselves, who love the idea of the tragic closeted self loathing person. They’ll ignore people like Rina Sawayama, Halsey, Janelle Monae, Hayley Kiyoko, all of whom are out and vocal, and focus on Taylor. (And uh, Taylor’s whiteness also factors into it.) This of course…. Extends to fiction as well. Let’s save the self loathing closeted person who has never actually said they’re queer, or even spoken to us ever, and the people we know are queer can go choke.
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i’m responding to this message and sharing via screenshot because if i reply regularly, i won’t be able to block this dump heap’s IP address from successfully sending me asks. buckle up! what they said is in response to this:
if you think you’re going to step into my ask box on some “emvan just had a toxic relationship, evan was not a victim” bullshit in the form of a novel-length message, your IP address will be blocked and it’ll be the last one from you i see. don’t worry, i know how to type, too. you absolutely will not have a platform to victim blame and try and give credibility to a false narrative that pulls harmful allegations out of thin air. that is irresponsible and offensive on many levels. no one with a functioning brain inside their skull takes your garbage opinion seriously or wants to be nauseated by the stench of your disgusting (lack of) morals on this blog. but allow me to take you to task below.
1. evan’s girlfriends are not “always” portrayed as as the bad guy. you do not hear people speaking negatively about alexia, alexandria or haley except for the group of people who are jealous and will hate any woman their fav is dating. which is a different conversation and quite frankly should not even be entertained.
2. we are not just hearing one side of the story. if there are 100 negative stories, anecdotes, rumors, blind items AND emma was arrested for DV, it’s not that there is only one side of the story being portrayed - she is simply the only one raising hell and being an abusive monster to evan and everyone else in her vicinity. you are a sick and disturbed individual to try and flip the script and use ACTING roles to try and bolster your slanderous allegations. why don’t you just say you don’t believe men can be victims of domestic abuse and keep it moving, you demon?
3. what about halsey? she is known to be a tumultuous person with her own mental health struggles. she does not have a good track record of her own like you are seemingly insinuating. and i kindly request that you educate yourself before you speak, or minimally, before you peak your painted clown face into my ask box and exhaust me with your pathetic drivel. evan never liked, retweeted or condoned anything racist. that accidental retweet included. halsey is a troubled and bitter woman who was in love with evan before she ever met him, and was butthurt she was merely a rebound for him and they were not on the same page.
4. no, halsey would not “know him best” and her liking that tweet means jack. if she had her way i’m sure she’d have like 3 kids with evan by now and wouldn’t be liking tweets. she doesn’t actually care, she also loves fucking matty healy lmao as i already said she was butthurt. shocking and groundbreaking: an angry ex likes a defamatory tweet about said ex.
5. frances absolutely didn’t deserve a hate blog, much less the multiple different blogs some losers ran on this app.. but people believing she was using him for clout and money have legitimate reason to argue this because she has professed to being a sugar baby, and intentionally cultivated an unlikeable and problematic online persona. people just took the bait.
and finally.. i’d love for you to name the “problematic behaviors” you take issue with and cite a source other than the voices in your head or wattpad fan fictions you’ve read…. but not here because you’re blocked and you can go to hell ❤️ you may not be an asslicker, but you are a bad person for victim-blaming someone who experienced domestic violence at the hands of someone you’re doing gymnastics to defend. congratulations! now go back to twitter.
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Fan Fic Master List
Welcome to my blog!! I’m a multi-fandom blog with a lot of WWE, NJPW, Halsey, Tom Hardy, Game of Thrones, House of the Dragon, Robert De Niro/Al Pacino, Bianca Bel Air, Jay White, Idris Elba, The Batman, Star Wars, and everything in between! (Lately it’s mainly Tom Hardy oops)
I began writing fan fiction (the post that started it (x) ) and am always happy to take requests, anon or not! Check her under Anon and the character you requested to see your published story.
Send me a number and a character name and I’ll write a story on that character in that many words! I can do fluff and NSFW (those stories are only for those over 18 please) so please lemme know what you’d like!
Right now I’m focusing on smaller stories due to time, life, and adulting but look to slowly expand! Thanks for coming and I hope you enjoy!!
Where to send requests: Here!
Story list below the cut! Enjoy!!
CHARACTERS
Tom Hardy:
Inception (2010) Eames
250 Word Drabble
Handsy Flirt (Anon)
Warrior (2011) - Tommy Conlon
275 Word Drabble (NSFW)
Fluffy Protective (Anon)
25 Word Drabble: Troubled Tommy (Anon)
Peaky Blinders - Alfie Solomons
232 Word Drabble
Mad Max: Fury Road (2015) Max Rockatansky
285 Word Drabble
Trust: A Mad Max Story (Anon)
Legend (2015) - Reggie Kray
Stays the Same (Anon) (Response)
Taboo (2017) - James Delaney
260 Word Drabble (NSFW) (Anon)
Venom (2018)/Venom: Let There Be Carnage (2021) - Eddie Brock
145 Word Drabble
The Ride (NSFW) (Anon)
Star Wars:
Obi-Wan Kenobi
Obi-Wan’s Protege (NSFW)
The Mandalorian - Din Djarin
Fluffy Din
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Memories Past...
(a fan fic Burlesque number Performed by Ruby Heart)
So, here is a bit more of the insanity of my multiverse cross over. I do not own any of the characters other than my OC Ruby Heart.
Inspiration - Without Me by Halsey
All characters in this fan fiction are over the age of 21 years old.
The Comedian X Female OC
Word Count: 913
The Song Bird had a decent crowd that night as Eddie sat back in his usual seat. A cigar wedged in his teeth as he leaned back at the empty table. A bottle of gin sat at the center while he nursed his drink.
Tonight was the first night Ruby was to perform since the incident. He knew that Benjamin, Harley and the staff of the lounge tried to convince her otherwise for recovery. But she was a stubborn redhead, feisty and fiery, he knew for a fact she wouldn’t listen to them. Especially with the new piece he had slid under her door. It was just her type of number, there was no way she would resist the music of that limelight.
The lights in the lounge rotated to the stage that was hidden with the pleated curtain. A slow beat pulsed through the speakers as the curtain began to raise. Ruby stood there, her hair half up in curls while the rest hung over her shoulder. Her dress was a different one tonight. A form fitting, floor length red dress with a slit up her leg. Black songbirds dotted up the front of her chest from the black sash. Her shoulders were bare minus a few small straps as she moved towards the microphone.
Her hand came up to the microphone as her crimson lips drew close, “Found you when your heart was broke…” Her voice carried through the lounge as she sang. “I filled your cup until it overflowed. Took it so far to keep you close. I was afraid to leave you on your own…” She stopped for a moment as the song built, closing her eyes and looking away from the crowd.
The microphone picked up her sharp intake of breath as she opened her eyes, locking them with Eddie’s, “I said I'd catch you if you fall. And if they laugh, then fuck 'em all. And then I got you off your knees. Put you right back on your feet. Just so you could take advantage of me.” Her voice held an air of pain as she sang.
Eddie couldn’t believe what he was hearing, this was not the song he had slid to her at all and he knew she was targeting him with it. He shook his head, breaking eye contact for a moment as his mind wandered back to their days of being Watchmen.
“Gave love 'bout a hundred tries…”
There they were standing outside of the publicity photo shoot, her hands at his face where Hooded Justice had broken his nose for catching him attempting to do something unspeakable. Ruby smiled at him as she dabbed the blood away. “You have to control yourself. The world isn’t your playground darlin’.”
“Just running from the demons in your mind…”
Ruby stood before the flashes of cameras as people asked her questions about the accusations that were being thrown towards the Comedian about the sexual assault of Silk Spectre as well as the murder of Hooded Justice in his home. “He didn’t do any of that stuff. I have thoroughly investigated both allegations and have found that the man responsible for both and apprehended him.” The Comedian stood behind her watching, shocked that she lied to the press to save him.
“Then I took yours and made 'em mine…”
“You lying bitch!” Silk Spectre yelled as she crossed the meeting room, her hand raised, bringing it hard across Ruby’s cheek. “How can you defend that monster!”
“He made mistakes, we all have.” Ruby brought her hand up to her stinging cheek. “You’ve done some questionable stuff yourself.”
“Not on his calibur.” Silk Spectre snarled as she looked back at her fellow Watchmen. Her eyes went to The Comedian who leaned against the wall, “brainwashed another didn’t you?”
Ruby shook her head as she bawled her fists at her side, “He didn’t brainwash me… I love him…”
“That’s even worse!” She spat back as she turned.
“I didn't notice 'cause my love was blind…”
“Ruby Heart, you have been found guilty of conspiracy to obstruct the justice you swore to uphold. How do you plead?” The head of the Watchmen’s council spoke.
Her head remained down as she spoke, “Guilty, Night Owl. I am guilty.”
Night Owl took a deep breath and shook his head, “then you have left me no choice. You are now stripped of your title as a Watchmen.” His eyes went to The Comedian who sat on the other side of the circular table that surrounded Ruby. “You must be very proud of this moment.” He said sarcastically as he turned his attention back to Ruby. “You are to leave your super suit and exit the facility immediately. Where a public lawman will escort you to Arkham.”
“Tell me how's it feel sittin' up there? Feeling so high but too far away to hold me.”
Eddie shook his head again coming back to the present as he grabbed his glass of gin and slammed it back. His mind clouded in the thoughts of her defending him over and over and he just wasted it all, didn’t care that this woman was there for him.
“Baby I'm the one who put you up there. I don’t know why…” Ruby’s held weight as she sang, the pain she was feeling laced her words. She turned from the microphone as the song began to fade, the curtain coming down as her own tears matched it.
To Be continued...
#fan fiction#ao3#writer#the comedian#the watchmen#moulin rouge#burlesque#multifandom rp#dc multiverse#alternate reality#superpowers#jeffrey dean morgan fanfic#Watchmen OC#The Comedian x OC#fanfics#fan fic#fanfic
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@professional-benaddict tagged me there and i love this so here’s mine 😌💖
i can’t possibly choose between my two favs so it’s gonna be peter parker and tony stark.
Ask Game about your fictional fave/s!
1. How did you discover your faves?
I discovered Tony while watching Civil War but didn’t really had my coup de foudre yet.
It happened when my parents made me watch Far From Home. It actually was the way Peter mourned Tony that made me watch the Iron Man movies.
And then obviously I became obsessed with both of them.
2. How long have you been a fan of your faves?
3 years. Ive been obsessively a fan for 3 years.
3. Do you write for your faves? (E.g. AU's, Drabbles, Fan Fics.)
Yesh, they are the ones I wrote the most about actually!
4. Do you like what is canon about your faves?
👁️👄👁️
I wouldn’t even know how to properly answer that, so i’ll go with a simple no.
5. Tell some of your headcanons of your faves.
Fix iittt- Tony comes back from the death after Endgame, NWH never happens, they both live happily ever after. Boom, my endgame.
I actually like the words they canonly live in, without the fact one is dead and one is forgotten from the whole universe.
6. Do you draw for your faves? (E.g. Fan Art)
Yes, a lot. I wish I could do small comics about them.
7. If your faves are portrayed by several actors, who are your fave portrayers?
Well, Tony will only and forever be Robert Downey Junior. No one else can be Iron Man.
My Peter is Tom Holland. Because Im in love with him.
8. Are you more into Books/Comics/Films when it comes to your faves?
If we take fanfictions out of the picture, Im more into the movies.
9. Quote anything about what your faves has said.
First sentences that come to my mind were
Tony : “Earth is closed today.”
Peter : “But if everything, it’s kinda your fault that Im here… Okay I take that back.”
10. Quote your favourite line of your faves!
Tony :
“No amount of money ever bought a second of time.”
“There's one thing you can never take away from me: I am Iron Man.”
“Everyone wants a happy ending, right? But it doesn't always roll that way.”
“United? Unity isn't about being the same. It's about working together. What you can't calculate, Ultron is that our differences are our greatest strength.”
Peter :
“When you can do the things that I can, but you don't, and then the bad things happen, they happen because of you.”
11. Ever made a edit for/of your faves?
I made a video about them, for a friend’s bday.
12. Songs you associate with your faves?
Tony :
Anti-Hero by Taylor Swift
Dancers by Virginia Man
Happiest Year by Jaymes Young
Mercury Man by Sickick
Protector by City Wolf
Back in Black by AC/DC
Hymn For the Missing by Red
Peter :
Clementine by Halsey
Cool by Troye Sivan
High Hopes by P!ATD
Karma by Taylor Swift
Sunflower by Post Malone
Hold On by Chord Overstreet
Two of Us by Louis Tomlinson,
You’re on Your Own Kid by Taylor Swift
Starker :
Avant Toi by Vitaa & Slimane
Hayloft II by Mother Mother
In Case You Don’t Live Forever by Ryan Stewart
Loves Me Not by Kate Grahn
Seventeen by Troye Sivan
Star Song by Sally Sossa & Lil Durk
Teacher’s Pet by Melanie Martinez
Tolerate it by Taylor Swift
Rät by Penelope Scott
13. If your faves were real, do you think they'd like you?
Peter would definitely like me, yeah. Idk, it’s just a feeling. I think we’d great friends.
For Tony, Idk, Id love to think he would but I would maybe be too in love with everything he does, that would probably annoy him at some point.
14. Amongst your faves who do you think are you? (E.g. You have 5 faves, amongst the 5 of them you think of yourself as fave no.3)
Im definitely Peter. We’re really alike.
15. Do you know your faves origin story?
Yess ofc. Im in awe with Tony’s. That man is just a freaking genius.
16. In 1 word describe your faves's aesthetic.
Peter : Nerdy
Tony : Philanthropist
17. Are your faves famous on A03?
Yes. Have you looked a them ? Duh. Also please Ao3 come back, we need you.
18. Ships that you like with your faves?
Them together. It’ll forever be my safe place.
Not against Pepperony and Spideychelle tho, but that’s all. Otherwise I get jealous.
19. Are your faves well known?
Definitely, me and my students have the same Spiderman and Iron Man clothes, bags, shoes at school.
20. If your faves have a fandom, what do you think about the fandom?
I love the MCU fandom, I love the universe, I love the movies and its been my safe place for three years now.
Natasha and Bucky are my babies.
21. Describe yourself using something your faves have said!
“I just wanted to be like you.”
Because I have a lack of self confidence and of will of living and I just idolize everyone bc I wish I could be like them.
22. If you would feed your faves something, what would it be?
I’d feed them love and cuddles because they definitely need some.
23. How do you see yourself in any of your faves?
I see myself a lot in Peter. Idk- just his way to talk, to move, to think. He’s just… so me. The Peter most people write in Starker fics also makes me think a lot of myself.
Tony makes me think of myself by his irony, self degradation skills, alcoholism, panic attacks, little depressing stuff that makes me identify to him.
24. Ever taken a break from your faves?
Nop, not since I started worshipping them, Im the worst. They still make me feel at home.
25. If your faves were to have a crossover, who and which character would they have a crossover with?
Mmmh, I see them well with Derek and Stiles for some unknown reasons ?
Or in the HP world bc Hogwarts AUs never get old.
Bonus: Anything that you'd like to tell your faves
Tony : I hope you find your peace. I hope you know that your sacrifice saved us all. I wish you were there, alive. But now, every time I look at the stars, I can see you. You’re my hero.
Peter : I remember you. I remember you and you’re not alone. Im here.
Tag some people to join in!
@sinditia @starkly @muse-of-gods @peterrparrkerr @kira-starker @laylasan-art @starkerscoop
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Halsey Masterlist (Toxic Steddie X You)
A story of addiction and recovery through Halsey songs.
PLEASE READ EACH CONTENT WARNING WITH EACH STORY!
-In order of events-
Him & I
Without Me
You Should Be Sad
Finally/ Beautiful Stranger
Colors (Coming soon)
Ghost (Coming Soon)
#steddie#toxic! steddie#steddie angst#steddie smut#steddie fanfiction#eddie munson#steve harrington#eddie munson smut#eddie fanfic#fan fiction#joe keery#joseph quinn#stranger things#eddie stranger things#steve harrington smut#steve harrington stranger things#steve harrington angst#eddie munson angst#eddie munson stranger things#toxic!Steve harrington#toxic!Eddie munson#steddie x you#steddie x y/n#steddie x reader#steddie fan fiction#toxic love#toxic relationship#Spotify#eddie munson fluff#halsey
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🎶✨️when you get this, put 5 songs you actually listen to, then publish. Send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)🎶✨️
OMG THANKS @theloonatic FOR ASKING ME and whoever started this ask chain because it's BEAUTIFUL to see 💓
If there's anything I love more than my favourite hyper fixation books and fanfictions, it is definitely songs so ig I'll check my on repeat for them ? Is that how this is supposed to work or just top 5 favs ? because that also seems pretty cool.
Songs
Because Halsey's vocals in the chorus are just *chefs kiss* and I love the entire album because of the lyricism ❤️🔥
I found this through guardians of the galaxy ending scene and IMMEDIATELY loved it 💖 the vibes in this one are just >>>>>
Let's just say that everytime this shows up my neurons begin dancing like Drax did to this very same song
Now obviously I am at heart, a six of crows fan, and thus, I am LEGALLY bound to like this song 😁🤩 and anyone who likes pirate vibes stories or atleast criminal badass protagonist vibes will DEFINITELY love it
This one is pure perfection by King Princess and honestly ? This is me after a girl looks at me for more than 2 seconds. It's a sapphic bop and I love it 💗
Random girl: *stares at me for about half a second*
Me: *already plotting our whole fictional life and breakup in my mind* 👭👩❤️👩🤰🤱💔😭
Random girl: -_-
So ANYGAYS, moving on
Probably my favourite song from Louis. The vibes are very badass and very nice overall positive but since fitfwt started I have NOT been able to forget this one because the INTRO OMG
Louis: *OOhoOOOhoOhoHUH*
Me watching the Instagram live clip I scoured for and found 70 days after it happened: 🫠🫥🥹🥲
CHILLS. EVERYTIME.
🧑🎤
This is a playlist I made of songs that reminds me of Six of crows book duology :-
This playlist is not really entirely made of vibes as some songs also have the perfect lyrics but overall it's just a collection of songs that I wish someone would make edits of Six Of Crows edits to it but I'm too unskilled to make.
I literally waited for so long to make this one but now it's 2h and 35 mins and that probably won't be changing unless I find a really really cool song that I HAVE to add
#six of crows#crooked kingdom#sorry for rambling#but it was necessary#song recs#halsey#i am not a woman i'm a god#by halsey#dog days are over#florence + the machine#by florence + the machine#trouble#valerie broussard#trouble by valerie broussard#talia#talia by king princess#the greatest#the greatest by louis Tomlinson#louis tomlinson#king princess#too i forgot to add her seperate tag#don't ask why i am taking this so seriously#Taylor Swift is not here because she has her own category tbh lol
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about me.
Hello! I'm going to use this blog to share my writings (usually poems or opinions).
I'm Kunsh, 19. I go by he/him/his pronouns.
I fell in love with writing as a form of expression when I was 8 - on a challenge made to me by a classmate. Since then, I've become somewhat of a cathartic artist; apart from writing poetry, I also sing and make music, and act and direct as well.
I have a myriad of writing influences, including poets and novelists like Emily Dickinson, Virginia Woolf and Sylvia Plath; modern (mostly-)pop stars like Taylor Swift and Halsey; and alternative rock bands like Hole and Radiohead. I also gravitate towards writers that employ morbid imagery and/or have mastered gothic fiction, like Oscar Wilde and Franz Kafka.
Naturally, my work oftentimes frequents sepulchral themes. I do not consider myself a virtuoso of any of the art forms I am a fan of, but I take my work very seriously and am always looking for ways to improve; so constructive criticism is more than welcome!
Instagram | SoundCloud
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Photo Link : CHUTTERSNAP
Play it as it lays : Hollywood and the absence of choice. (Spoilers.)
TW: Abortion, Medical Trauma, Abuse of Power.
I’m a big fan of Lana Del Rey, so much so I got my first tattoo dedicated to her. Her album “Born To Die” has influenced the female-pop world, inspiring other artists like Taylor swift and Halsey. She is the one who interested me in the romanticization of hollywood. It’s not something I knew much about, as I am not a big movie or TV show watcher. Unfortunately I can’t spend my whole time writing about Lana Del Rey and my love for her albums, she is an important part of my critical reading journey. I had already read classics before (Frankenstein, Giovanni’s Room, Jane Eyre.) I had not ventured too far from what I found comfortable. I’ve just started Lolita by Vladymir Nabokov after reading an article where she credited it as one of her favourite books. The novel is often misunderstood (Even by Lana herself in her song titled ‘Lolita’) It has opened my eyes on the meaning and importance of reading critically and not just for fun. Although I still read the sappy and all around cheesy love stories, because why not?
I mostly read and consume media in much smaller quantities. (Instant gratification at its best.) Hollywood isn’t something that I've explored. And of course this excessive romanticisation of Hollywood became clear to me as something bad, I made the decision to dive deeper. There was nothing wrong with me enjoying the aesthetic that influenced Lana Del Rey’s music, but there was something wrong with ignoring it and pretending to not understand it.
Play it as lays is a novel written by Joan Didion. It's a fiction novel set in the 1960’s following the character Maria Wyeth. She is thirty-one years old. She is married to a film director in hollywood. Maria (Pronounced: Mar-I-Ah) is stuck in an endless loop of depression. Her husband Carter is a power hungry man, after Carter realises she’s pregnant with her affair’s child he forces her to have an abortion to be able to continue seeing their child Kate who has a psychiatric mental health problem. Although this seems not to have a connection to hollywood it was common according to an article written in Vanity Fair titled: Classic Hollywood’s Secret: Studios Wanted Their Stars to Have Abortions. This is a fictitious version of these women's stories.
Maria struggles after this, the doctor in a horrifying graphic scene tells Maria to not cry because “This is what she wanted.” This implies choice. And this comes back to why this is also considered to be one my favourite and one of the most powerful novels i’ve ever read, it describes exactly what women have been trying to tell men around them their whole lives. The absence of choice. Choice for an abortion, Choice to leave and the Choice to live. I’ve felt trapped before, oftentimes men feel as though they are entitled to your space and this novel has enlightened me, to the women around me. It’s easy to romanticize something when wanting it so bad that you can’t truly see what you don’t want to.
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Glasslands, Pt 3, Final
I suppose it was inevitable that at some point, I would have to talk about my opinion on Halo’s political/moral implications. Everyone congratulate my past self for this prank I played on my present self by deciding to discuss Halo at length to people.
I’ll keep it brief:
Halo is one of those stories that gives us permission to imagine a justified war in which the entire human species faces extinction at the hands of an implacable, nonhuman enemy. Halo also tells the story of an empire being challenged by rebellion in its colonies, these rebels are Bad Enough Dudes to be punished with violence, and these are colonies which did not require the subjugation of pre-existing native peoples in order to form.
None of these things is unique to Halo. It borrows a pile of classic science fiction tropes in order to create a world in which it can tell stories about cool space gun shoot times and Hard Decisions (TM) without it being too unpalatable for its intended audience. It does this by avoiding the real problems inherent in real war, empire, and colonialism.
I do my best to be an anti-war, anti-colonialist person, and it is my hope that some of the problems in these tropes are self-evident enough that I can get on with this post without having to belabor them. Is it weird that I’m into Halo like this? I don’t know, probably. The brain chemicals move in mysterious ways.
I don’t generally take being a fan of Halo, or even being a writer for Halo, as a red flag about a person’s beliefs. I think most people engaging with Halo also find something compelling in it (possibly just a paycheck) and I think it’s irresponsible to try to judge the inner lives of others based solely on the fiction they consume or produce. I mean, if Halo has problems and liking Halo is a red flag in and of itself, where does that leave me?
But that’s not to say one can learn nothing about what someone might be like from their fiction.
This brings me back around to our subject today.
Sometimes, in the course of reading someone’s work, something gives you such powerful bad vibes that you can’t help but start having suspicions. Glasslands is, for me, one of those books.
(It gets long here, folks.)
After reading Karen Traviss’s attempt to convince me that somehow ONI’s pile of war crimes were the cool and good war crimes, as opposed to Dr. Halsey’s bad and evil war crimes, I began to question whether or not the author... how shall we say, has a distinct taste for rubber soles and boot leather. This gave me pause, as all I know about her is one book and one short story. However, I have always heard rumors of her being a terror in another fandom.
So, I conferred with some Star Wars nerds. What did Karen Traviss do in Star Wars, and (importantly) was it more than just bros being nerdmad that a woman wrote a story they didn’t like?
Given that this is not my particular nerd lit poison, I can only tell you about it secondhand. Based upon my research, these are the things Traviss is most notorious for:
Passionately hating the Jedi (and talking about how Order 66 was deserved) while lionizing the Mandalorians (who had just as many problems, but they were her special favorites)
Giving people “ah, she’s a military fetishist with a bit of the fash” vibes
Ignoring canon details and especially bending pre-existing lore to make people she likes look good and people she hates look bad
Showing no respect for characters/lore other writers had created (including killing off a major character from another author such that he only found out about it after the book was published)
Bragging about not reading the work of other people working on the same canon
Flouncing from Star Wars when she felt like her contributions were being disrespected
Calling fans who didn’t like her the “Talifans” (as in the Taliban), meanwhile fans who liked her were the “Fandalorians”
Some of these antics absolutely form a pattern when one looks at what she has done in Halo as of Glasslands. To whit:
Passionately hating Dr. Halsey while lionizing Admiral Parangosky and ONI
Ignoring prior canon in order to make Halsey look bad and ONI look good (to her, anyway)
Importing her pet drama from Star Wars to Halo and ignoring prior canon to make it fit
What was her pet Star Wars drama? From what I can tell, two things: Believing the Jedi are evil elitist eugenicists, and that they are vicious slavemaster monsters because of the clone army. She had an FAQ page about hating the Jedi on her website for years where she claimed not to hate the Jedi, but drew parallels between fans defending the Jedi and actual Nazis. In an interview, she once said that Order 66 was deserved and that the only Jedi characters she didn’t want to “shoot on sight” were her own OCs.
It’s very weird compartmentalized thinking, honestly. In the same interview as the legendary Order 66 quote she talks about how she doesn’t believe in writing characters to be “villains” and how it’s important to her to make all her characters make sense internally to her, and to hear everyone’s side, but several paragraphs later she just goes off on a specific class of character that is totally okay to just violently hate. Her Jedi FAQ page had her talking about how it would be ridiculous to hate fictional things because they’re not real, and good grief was that rich of her based on the other evidence.
I don’t know enough EU lore to really talk about the contents of her work, given that Jaws was never my scene and I don’t like Star Wars. However, “the person I hate is an evil eugenicist because the Spartan program had genetic compatibility requirements, I am going to focus really heavily on the fact there was a kind of cloning, and I am going to make up a ton of shit and ignore details to make fetch happen” is absolutely her MO in Halo.
Let’s not pretend that Halsey is an innocent baby angel and the Spartan program was anything less than awful, but here’s the thing: Traviss wants us to sympathize with ONI (which has done even more and even worse bad things than Dr. Halsey) for being cool and necessary while hating Dr. Halsey for the Spartan program. She wants us to sympathize with a guy fantasizing about murdering her (when she is by this point completely repentant and cooperative) and comparing her to Dr. Mengele (an actual literal IRL Nazi whose crimes were nothing like this stupid shootmans game fictional character’s crimes.) Traviss pays lip service to more sympathetic points and has things like Admiral Parangosky talking about how she herself is going to burn in hell, but there is so much venom in this book. The framing of these scenes is so clear. We are supposed to like Parangosky and Vaz, we are supposed to hate Dr. Halsey, Traviss wants us to feel that so badly.
Halo has always had serious problems when you think about the ethics of what’s going on inside it, but for the most part? Halo doesn’t usually ask the audience to wrangle with them like this. A lot of the Halo experience is Halo going “Hey kid, you wanna hear about a fucked up situation? It’ll be fun for a couple hours,” and you go “Yeah, sure.” It’s not deep. Sometimes someone can get into real feelings when they engage with Halo sincerely, but for the most part I feel like Halo knows that Halo is on thin fucking ice when dealing with the origins of the Spartans and it behooves it to keep moving quickly.
The problem Traviss has is that Traviss wants you to take her seriously in Glasslands. Traviss wants to give you a real indictment of the bad shit in the heart of Halo, she means it.
The problem I have is that when I take Traviss up on her dare and hit it as hard as I can, it just flies apart for me. She does have some ideas that are enjoyable and some scenes that are fun. There are much weaker writers in Halo canon, lots of them. But what it comes down to is: they don’t ask me to actually think about important human things that matter for real when I’m reading them.
She tells me to look into Halo for the darkness inside of Halo, but it sure as hell feels like this author showing me the darkness inside of her instead.
When Halsey asks Parangosky what makes her so much worse, Parangosky tells her: Halsey lied to her about the clones. Let’s ignore that Halsey somehow successfully lying about the cloning to ONI is stupid and doesn’t make sense, and entertain this for a moment. Traviss throws up a smokescreen of going on about how bad and evil the cloning is, but it’s the lying. The lying is how she couches the final knife Parangosky is driving in, the particulars of the evil don’t actually matter that much compared to the lie.
ONI does evil every day of the week and twice on Tuesdays, but Halsey lied to the organization. Halsey was disloyal to ONI. When Halsey finally abandons ONI because she can no longer stand it, this is treated by Traviss as a despicable, self-deluding bitch martyring her conscience. She can’t actually mean it, she’s a self-serving disloyal monster that can convince herself of anything. Otherwise, she would have remained loyal to ONI: the sanctioned authority of doing horrible shit for “the greater good.”
The authority. The organization. It’s not ONI’s fault one of its actors did something beyond the pale (such as the pale apparently is for Traviss’s ONI), it’s one bad apple. Her manhandling of canon details is all about setting up this conclusion for us, and that’s because the institutional authority of ONI and the UNSC matters to Traviss.
And this is adjacent enough to some real world things to leave one with some very serious questions about who the person writing this stuff is. Laying aside anything else that’s gross in Glasslands (describing shooting an Engineer as feeling like shooting an autistic child absolutely comes to mind), this is the shit that eats me.
What kind of person’s work am I reading?
Well.
When I was talking to friends and working through my feelings about Glasslands and its author, one of my friends casually mentioned to me that Traviss’s twitter behavior (before she mostly quit using it in 2021) had demonstrated her to be a Brexit-supporting, transphobic asshole with bad opinions about covid. So, I went looking to see what her current Twitter likes are.
Here are some examples.
(Did I mention that she apparently has a ship named after Thatcher in one of her books? Yes? Sorry, gotta do it again.)
Much like I don’t think this about Halo as a whole, I don’t think that enjoying the Kilo Five trilogy is a sign that someone is a bad person. I don’t think it’s enough information to have to know anything of significance about somebody.
I also don’t think I could appropriately say I know, with certainty, who this author is on the inside just based on all the internet bullshit I could dig up.
But I certainly feel confident that I know enough about her writing and her behavior in social internet spaces that I think I would prefer not to have anything to do with her.
I’m updating my Halo author shitlist, Traviss absolutely takes the cake at the top now. Denning’s merely irritating to me by comparison, Traviss is actively gross.
Links:
The SWEU subreddit talks about Traviss
The legendary "Order 66 was long overdue" interview
The Jedi Hating FAQ Page
A Hobby Drama post in which Traviss features
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Speaking of Evan and Halsey’s breakup, I think first and foremost it was more of an actor-fan relationship. Because she was crushing on him for years before. And as usual when that happens, he would have been a completely different person in real life than the image she had of him in her head. Add to that reports said they moved in together after 4 months - then broke up like 1 month later. Yeah. I guess reality hit. Fan fiction isn’t real life. I feel like an old lady saying that but it’s true 😂 I love Evan too, I love his movies and he seems super sweet, but again he has flaws like the rest of us and who knows what he’s like in relationships. He seems co-dependent which would be really attractive and intense at first. But later on would get frustrating for some people. I hope he finds a nice girl he can just love on and who matches him well, if that’s what he wants ❤️
i think you’ve got it right 😭
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Welcome to my Tumblr!
As my bio says, I have an infinite love for many things!
I’m a multi-fandom blog with a lot of wrestling (WWE, AEW, NJPW), Halsey, Doctor Who, Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon, Austin Butler/Elvis, Tom Hardy, Robert De Niro/Al Pacino, Bianca Bel Air, The Acclaimed, LA Knight, SNL, Jay White, Idris Elba, The Batman, Star Wars, Marvel, Michael Jackson, James Bond and everything in between!
I queue a lot so may not always be on but welcome! Feel free to message me or send an ask, and like and reblog content you enjoy! I’m happy to take fic and edit requests as well!
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