#would you like to be one of these four conventionally attractive people
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GRAAHHHH PUT FAT PEOPLE IN YOUR FUCKING VIDEO GAMES GODDAMNING !!!!!!
#clemposting#bg3#idk some stuff about the game just. irks me. alot.#the character customization is ass im sorry#would you like to be one of these four conventionally attractive people
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Lost Number pt. 2
Summary: continuation of Lost Number pt. 1
Here’s part 1 if you missed it!
Word count: 17,228
CW: making out, hair pulling, tooth rotting fluff, let me know if there’s anything else!
Halloween Party, Brooklyn, 1991
You hadn’t seen Eddie in over a year. You hated that you were still upset about it, but you were. You told him not to be a stranger and he said some of the nicest things you ever heard, promising that he would see you again only for you to never get a call or even a single fucking beep. Sure, you had only spent that one night together, but you thought that you meant more to him than that. Maybe that was his thing, pulling people in with his sweet words and loving touches just to get what he wanted and kick them to the curb after he was done.
It didn’t matter anyway. You were doing pretty well for yourself after your break up with Chris. You had gotten a nice job as a makeup artist, you moved into an apartment with some friends you made, and you had even gotten yourself a therapist and were finding it very helpful. You were living your best life if you were being honest.
Your friends had dragged you to a Halloween party which you were actually excited for with Halloween being your favorite holiday and all. You loved dressing up and being a different person for a change. The mother of the group, Sheila, had decided that all four of you were going to go as vampires. Sexy vampires to be specific. You had bought the sexiest outfit you could find, hoping that it would help you be able to take someone home. You just had to get over Eddie as much as it hurt to move on.
You had been there for what felt like hours and honestly couldn’t wait to go home. None of the men there had been your type in the slightest. They were all frat bros and had made it very clear that none of them were interested in you. Of course they weren’t. That would have meant that they actually had to be considerate and they were far from it.
You sipped on your punch that definitely had too much alcohol in it and debated on calling a cab to take you home. Your friends were having fun because of course they were. They were all conventionally attractive and somehow knew the magic words to get men into bed. The words that you somehow had no idea about. You weren’t insecure about your body in the slightest, but moments like that really made you realize just how much people who looked like you were discriminated against.
You looked around the room one more time and your eyes widened as they locked on the familiar head of curly hair. He wasn’t there. He couldn’t be. He was on tour (you definitely hadn’t looked him up.) and their next stop was…New York. Fuck, it really was him. There, in the flesh and not a figment of your drunken imagination. His face lit up at the sight of you and you were quick to move to the kitchen, hoping he would get the hint that you didn’t want to see him.
He followed after you, somehow meeting you in the kitchen, the two of you getting there at the same time despite him having been all the way across the living room. You looked at him as he stood across the island, his hands resting against it. He looked good. Too good, almost. He had dark eyeshadow around his eyes and a dark grey color contoured his cheeks. He also had a little red line trickling down from his mouth and a pair of white fangs hung from his teeth. He was wearing a black long sleeve shirt with long ruffles that stopped at his chest with a dark red vest over it. He looked so fucking good and if you had still been in contact with him, you would have taken him to the nearest empty room and had your way with him.
“Sweetheart!” He called out, rounding the island to pull you into a hug. You put your hand out to stop him, a disgusted look making its way upon your face. How could he act like that when he hadn’t bothered to call you or even message you after all this time? Maybe all rockstars were just too good to be true.
“Don’t talk to me,” you spit and Eddie stepped back, surprised by the tone of your voice. He honestly thought you’d be happy to see him, but apparently he had missed something. Typical Eddie, always out of the loop.
“Angel, what’s-“
“Don’t call me that,” you pointed at him. “You don’t have the right to after you ignored me for over a year.” Ignored you? He hadn’t done anything of the sort. In fact, he had thought about you every day since he let you take his car. You had taken up every space of his brain and it was killing him that he had no way of contacting you.
“I didn’t-“ he cut himself off, trying to gather his thoughts. “I didn’t ignore you. I lost your number.”
“How’d you do that?” You put your hands on your hips, anger very evident on your face. He hated that he found you so hot in that moment. He was always admiring how attractive you were at inappropriate times, it seemed.
“It smudged when we…you know. I guess eyeliner wasn’t the best writing utensil.” He couldn’t believe that you would actually believe that he would just not call you when he promised that he would. He had every intention of doing so when he got back to his room. He had grabbed the phone, all giddy and his face fell when he realized that eyeliner had completely disappeared. He should have written it down when he had a chance.
“I guess not,” you shrugged, not even sure why you were still talking to him.
“You really believe I wouldn’t have called you if I could have?” You honestly didn’t know what to believe. You didn’t even know him so who were you to think that he was sweet just because that was the side of himself he decided to show you? You were convinced that it had been one of his tricks.
“I don’t know.”
“Well, I would’ve. I would’ve called you every day. I wanted to. I haven’t stopped thinking about you. You have to know that.” He was actually telling the truth. There wasn’t a moment that passed where he wasn’t thinking about you and what you were doing. Not a moment where he wasn’t thinking about how much he fucking missed you. It was actually getting kind of pathetic.
“I don’t know anything, actually. I know nothing about you, Eddie. You could be lying to me for all I know.” He could have been, but he wasn’t. Eddie may have been many things, but he definitely wasn’t a liar. When he said something, he meant it.
“But I’m not,” he licked his lips, stepping closer to you. You only stepped back, keeping space between the two of you. “Can we talk,” he looked around the house for a moment before turning back to you. “Alone?”
“Why would you think that I’d go anywhere with you? Why don’t you call one of your groupies to talk to you? I’m sure they’d be glad to.” With that, you turned on your heel and fled the kitchen to find your friends. You couldn’t hear another word of his bullshit. He could try that on someone else, but you definitely weren’t going to fall for it.
“(Y/n),” he called after you. “(Y/n)!” He yelled over the loud music, hoping that you could hear him. Just when he thought he lost you, you whipped around to face him, anger very evident on your face.
“Get fucked, Munson.” A beat passed before you spoke again. “Or I guess you already have. Multiple times.”
“Angel,” he reached for your hand, but you snatched it away. “I haven’t slept with anyone since that night.” He really thought you were going to believe that? Maybe a few years ago you have fallen for it, but you were a different woman now.
“Do you think I’m a fucking idiot?” Clearly he did if he thought you were going to believe something like that. “You expect me to believe that you haven’t slept with anyone in over a year? Bullshit.”
“(Y/n), I’m not joking. If you don’t believe me, ask Gareth.” Why would you have believed a complete stranger? Especially a friend of Eddie’s? He was clearly biased so there was no point in even asking.
“I don’t need to because I don’t care, Eddie. Go and fuck whoever you want. I’m over you.” You turned your back to him again and this time he let you go, watching you walk away from him, knowing that you’ll probably never want to see him again.
You found your friends who were all on the couch and Elodie offered you a shot which you gladly downed, trying to not watch Eddie out of the corner of your eye. You wanted to believe him but you just couldn’t. You really wanted to hear his voice. You wanted to talk to him about your day and laugh with him until the early morning.
You turned back to your friends when you knew he was looking and they all were giggling about something. What, you didn’t know. You laughed along, just wanting to be included. You really needed to get out of your head.
“Let’s dance,” Hannah suggested, grabbing your hands and pulling you from the couch. “You’re too hot to be pouty tonight.”
“You guys,” Sheila pulled the three of you into a circle. “I swear I saw Eddie Munson in the foyer.”
“What the fuck,” Elodie replied, her mouth agape. “Are you serious?”
“I mean I haven’t had that many drinks, so I think so.” You hadn’t told your friends that you had slept with Eddie. You knew that they wouldn’t have believed you so you kept quiet about it. When they had initially asked you what was wrong you had only told them about Chris and they helped you through it. There was no fucking way that you were ever going to tell them about Eddie. It was your little secret and you were taking that shit to your grave.
The other two girls turned to look and you couldn’t help but think about how obvious they were. Eddie caught sight of them and gave them a little wave before turning back to the person he was talking to. They all let out little squeals and the four of you headed to the makeshift dance floor.
You caught sight of Eddie yet again and he couldn’t keep his eyes off you so you decided to have some fun. You were moving in a way that you didn’t usually, but you were trying to…you didn’t actually know what you were trying to do. You were just trying to rub salt in the wound. Showing Eddie exactly what he was missing. You were going to make him regret ever hurting you.
You ran your hands all along your body, closing your eyes as you did so. Images of Eddie’s hands on you flashed in your head. You remembered exactly what they felt like, rough in feeling but gentle in action. He had been so caring and sweet. What happened?
Just as he was getting interested in watching you, you turned to your friends and danced with them, Eddie completely forgotten. He couldn’t see you anymore from where he was standing and leaned over, trying to get a better look at you. You just looked so fucking hot with your red corset that showed off your cleavage nicely and your skirt that had a slit on each side that gave him a great view of your thighs that he personally thought was your best asset.
“I think someone’s interested in you, (y/n),” Hannah pointed behind you and you didn’t have to turn around to see who it was. You did anyway to humor them and Eddie gave you a wink when your eyes met his.
“Yeah right,” you scoffed and hoped that you were convincing enough. You be damned if Eddie actually thought you’d give him another chance. Or even if one of your friends went after him. You couldn’t let that happen. They were all too good for him.
“He won’t stop looking at you,” Elodie added. “You should go talk to him.”
“No way,” you shook your head. You were nothing if not stubborn.
“C’mon. You only get one chance to fuck a rockstar.” She was right, but you had already been there, done that. Well, sort of. You even still had the t-shirt that Eddie had insisted that you keep buried in the back of your closet. You couldn’t get yourself to get rid of it despite the fact that you had convinced yourself that you hated him. You didn’t think you could’ve hated him if you tried. You were just hurt.
“That’s true,” you nodded. “But I don’t think I’m his type.” That couldn’t have been the furthest from the truth. In fact, at that point, Eddie would have considered you the only person to be his type. He wanted just you and that was it. He supposed now that he was just going to end up alone.
“His type is anyone hot and you definitely are so get your ass over there and give him your number.” Technically it wasn’t your phone; the four of you shared it.
“Yeah,” you laughed. “Not happening.” He already had a chance to call you so you didn’t think he deserved another. That ship had sailed a long time ago.
“You’re never shy, (y/n). Does Eddie intimidate you?” Elodie teased, nudging your shoulder with hers.
“No, he-“ you almost told them the real reason why you didn’t want to talk to him, but thankfully Hannah cut you off before you could.
“Fine, then I’m gonna go talk to him for myself.” Hannah pulled her corset down a bit to show off some more cleavage before heading over to the singer. Your blood ran hot as you felt jealousy rise in your body as you watched one of your best friends with the man you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about for over a year.
Eddie watched Hannah approach him and he really hoped that she wasn’t going to hit on him, especially in front of you. He wanted you to know that he was into you and only you.
“Hi,” he greeted and he let out a breath, noticing that she wasn’t acting flirty in the slightest. He always felt bad letting people down when he wasn’t interested.
“Hi,” he nodded awkwardly. What was the protocol for talking to a girl who you weren’t interested in? That was usually the only reason why he even talked to most people at things like that. But since he was set on not taking her home, he wasn’t sure what to say.
“So, my friend (y/n) is a little shy,” she nodded her head towards you. Hannah didn’t miss that Eddie’s eyes lit up at that. “And she wanted me to give you her number.”
“Oh,” he tried his best to be nonchalant but didn’t think he was that convincing. “Sure.” Hannah grabbed a napkin from the table behind him and scribbled down the phone number and your name and handed it to him.
“Cool, thanks,” he nodded. “You’re a good friend.”
“I know,” she nodded before heading back over to you and the other girls. Eddie tried his very best not to scream as loud as he could in excitement that he had finally gotten your number on something that he couldn’t lose so easily. That he wouldn’t be making the same mistake. He couldn’t lose you twice. He really couldn’t.
You watched Hannah and Eddie’s interaction and hated that you wished it had been you. Your blood was hot and jealously was rushing through you. You hated that you were jealous of seeing her with him. You were over him. At least that was what you were telling yourself.
“So it looks like you were successful,” you spoke up, your tone a little too bitter for your liking. You were never very good at hiding your jealousy.
“Oh, I was,” Hannah winked at you. “Very.” You didn’t know what she was winking at your for, but whatever the reason was beginning to piss you off.
“Good for you, Han. Hey, we should take a picture, you know, to remember this night,” Sheila suggested. There was nothing about that night that you wanted to remember. Your one night stand from over a year ago showed up out of nowhere and now one of your best friends had given him her (technically yours too) number and now he was going to call and ask for her and there was a chance that you were going to pick up. Maybe you’d avoid being at home for long periods of time, at least for a little bit.
“Yeah,” Elodie nodded enthusiastically.
“I’m down,” Hannah agreed.
“(Y/n?)” Sheila asked as the three turned to you for approval.
“Yeah,” you nodded. “Sure.” You really weren’t in the mood for a picture but you just couldn’t say no to the girls, especially when they had done so much for you, the big one being letting you live with them.
“Fantastic!” Sheila pulled her Polaroid camera out of her purse. She was always bringing that thing everywhere and was always able to get some great pictures that captured some of your best memories that hung on the fridge in the apartment you all shared.
“Hey,” Elodie spoke up. “You should have Eddie take it,” she turned to Hannah. Hannah was going to protest, but Sheila spoke before she could.
“That’s a great idea! Imagine having a Polaroid taken by the Eddie Munson!” Sheila squealed. She didn’t listen to metal music like the rest of you but she did think Eddie was hot and you didn’t think you could fault her for that since she was right.
Hannah made eye contact with the singer and waved him over. He made a beeline for her and you felt the urge to fake a stomach ache so you could get the fuck out of there. It was too painful to watch them.
“Eds, can you take a photo of us?” They were using nicknames, now? That was what you had called him and now she was using the name like it was second nature. God, you were going to be sick.
“Yeah, sure.” Sheila handed him her camera then stood next to you and you wrapped an arm around her and Elodie while Hannah stood to Sheila’s left. Eddie set up the camera and took the picture. The five of you watched it print from the top of the camera and Eddie set it down on the coffee table that was beside him so it could develop.
“Thank you so much,” Sheila thanked him. “I’m sorry to bother you.”
“Oh, it’s no bother,” he shook his head, stuffing his hands into the front pockets of his hands.
“Would you be able to take a picture with us? If that’s alright.”
“I’d be honored,” he smiled, showing her his teeth. How could you be mad at him when he just looked so fucking cute? Fuck his stupid smile and his stupid curly hair, and his stupid pretty brown eyes. You hated that after all this time you were having to stay strong. He was just such a nice guy and you knew that what had happened with your phone number was mostly your fault for using eyeliner on his hand instead of a pen on a napkin or paper. But being mad at him made it feel like more his fault than yours and you didn’t want to take the blame. But you also didn’t like blaming him for something that wasn’t his fault. Maybe you were just afraid of getting close to him because of your history with Chris. Eddie wasn’t like Chris in the slightest and deep down you knew that. But Chris had been the same way before that switch flipped so this was just your way of protecting yourself.
“Great. You can stand between Hannah and (y/n).” Just your fucking luck. Eddie passed the camera off to Gareth who just so happened to be next to him and Eddie stood between Hannah and you just like Sheila had told him to. His arms went around both yours and Hannah’s waist and he turned to you to gauge your reaction before snaking his arm around your waist as well. You could feel like his eyes on you as you reluctantly smiled for the picture even though there was nothing to smile about.
Gareth snapped the picture and you all waited for it to print. Eddie set it next to the other one that had fully developed and Sheila was quick to grab it and show it to the rest of you.
“We all look so hot,” Elodie commented. “This is definitely fridge material.” Of course it was. Every single picture that you had ever taken together had been deemed refrigerator material.
“Agree,” Hannah added with a nod.
“I think Eddie’s just really good at taking pictures,” Sheila looked over at him. His face heated up at her compliment and you didn’t miss the flirty tone in Sheila’s voice. She handed the Polaroid to him and he looked at it longer than he probably should have. His eyes were only on you as he stared down on it. Goddamn did you look good. All of your friends were pretty but he definitely thought that you overshadowed them. He thought you stood out, like there was a spotlight shining down at you at all times. You were his siren and he didn’t mind being lured to his death.
“That’s really nice,” he said, handing the photo back to Sheila.
“Thank you. It helps that we’re all really hot. Especially (y/n), which you already knew.” Eddie’s cheeks were now a bright shade of pink and so were yours. Your friends loved to embarrass you the first chance they got.
“Oh, yeah,” he nodded. “Can’t take my eyes off her.” You eyed him and didn’t miss the smirk on his lips. The lips you could still recall the taste of. They were smoky because of all the cigarettes but also sweet for some reason you couldn’t figure out. But you liked it even though you despised the smell and taste of tobacco. You liked it because it was him.
“Oh, we know,” Elodie responded. “And we totally don’t blame you. (Y/n) is a total knockout.” Your cheeks were now burning and you were hoping that they would all shut up. They were just trying to gas you up in front of Eddie, laying it all in a little too thick.
“You’re definitely right about that.”
“I think the Polaroid’s ready if you guys want to take a look.” Sheila picked the picture up from the coffee table and you all crowded around it to get a glimpse. It got passed around the group, everyone commenting on how good it was and eventually got to you. Your eyes immediately went to Eddie and noticed that he had been looking at you in the photo. If anyone saw the picture, they would have thought that he was convinced that you had hung the moon with the way he was looking at you. You were beginning to think that maybe he was telling the truth. Even if he was, he’d have to try harder than his flirty game.
You handed the photo back to Sheila and headed back to the kitchen to get a drink. To your surprise, Eddie stayed put, only giving you a longing glance when you looked back at him as if he was begging you to ask if to come along. You weren’t going to give in that easily.
You poured yourself some vodka and decided to pour another cup for Eddie before you could stop yourself. Maybe you were being a little harsh. Maybe you should have heard him out. Maybe it wasn’t too late and you could reverse the damage that you had created earlier in the night.
“Hey, (l/n),” you heard that familiar voice behind you and you didn’t have to turn around to know who it was. Derek had been trying to get into your pants for months now and that night, you were very close to just letting him have his way with you just to get it over with. “Looking very slutty tonight.” You rolled your eyes at his comment, knowing that he definitely thought it was a compliment when it very much was not. You turned to him and gave him a glare and he eyed the cups you were holding.
“Who’s that for?” He asked, tilting his head to the side. You should have told him that it was actually for Eddie and that he should get lost. You should have, but you didn’t.
“You,” you handed him the cup and he took a sip, not even fazed at the fact that he was drinking straight vodka.
“Thanks, kitten,” he winked before taking another sip. “That’s real sweet of you.”
“No problem.” You looked at his ridiculous Terminator costume he was wearing. It was only ridiculous because he hadn’t seen either movie; you had heard him tell one of the other partygoers earlier in the night. Guys like him usually weren’t your type, all ripped and tall. You liked guys who were skinny and scrawny and were quick witted with curly hair and brown eyes. You liked Eddie, but you had fucked everything up with him so you were going to settle for fucking Derek.
You grabbed Derek by the back of his neck and roughly pressed your lips to his. Your cups were abandoned on the kitchen island and his hands found your hips while yours wound their way into his hair. His tongue found its way into your mouth and you managed to back him out of the kitchen.
“Room?” You asked as you backed him into the hallway.
“You finally gonna let me fuck you good, kitten?” You almost threw up at the nickname and decided that you could only continue if you put the whole “kitten” thing to rest.
“If you stop calling me that,” your hands moved down to his arms.
“Sure,” he nodded. You were surprised he had agreed so easily, but he had clearly been desperate since most women you knew wouldn’t have touched him with a ten foot pole.
“Call me angel, okay?” You knew it was wrong to have him call you by Eddie’s nickname for you, but you couldn’t help it. You needed to hear it again, even if it was from Derek’s mouth.
“Angel,” he repeated and it sounded so gross when he said it. It didn’t roll off his tongue like it did Eddie’s. It was like nails on a chalkboard, almost as if he was saying an offensive slur.
“That’s it, baby,” you replied, attaching your lips to his again. “Where’s your room?”
“Just here,” he opened the door to your right and you pushed him inside, slamming the door behind you. You stripped him of his jacket and threw it off to the side. You then removed his shirt before turning your back to him. He pressed kisses to your shoulder as he unlaced your corset and he was taking a little too long for your liking. He sucked on your neck and you couldn’t help but think about Eddie and all the things his tongue could do. Your corset fell to the floor and you turned around to face Derek again. He sat down on the bed and you straddled his waist.
“Shit, angel, they’re even better than I imagined,” he stared at your breasts and you almost wanted to cover yourself back up.
“Really?” You felt so disgusted that he had been imaging what you had looked like naked even though you were definitely turned on by it with literally anyone else.
“Yeah,” he reached up and squeezed them. “Are they real?”
“Would it matter if they weren’t?” You knew it did matter in his opinion, but you wanted to hear him say it.
“It would mean that you were a fake bitch.” You almost asked him to repeat himself. Since when did a woman having fake boobs make her any less real? You couldn’t believe you had gotten yourself into a situation that you were so desperate that you were going to fuck Derek.
“Believe me, baby, they’re one hundred percent real.” You played it off but you actually wanted to hurt him. Why were you doing this? What were you trying to prove? Were you really that in need of feeling that kind of pleasure?
“Yeah,” he nodded, giving them another squeeze. “I can feel it. Absolutely no silicone here.” It took everything in you to not leave in that moment, but you were curious if he was good in bed but figured that he probably wasn’t.
“Are you going to fondle my tits all night or are you going to fuck me?” You couldn’t believe you had to ask. He was behaving like a teenage boy and you hated how immature he was.
“Sorry, babe. You’re just so hot.” His lips were on your neck, pressing hot, open mouthed kisses to your skin as he moved his way down to your breast, running his tongue over your nipple. He began to suck on it before bringing it between his teeth, giving it a little tug.
“Oh, Eddie,” you let out a moan and all of the pleasure was quickly put to a halt as Derek pulled away from you. You couldn’t believe that you had done that. You just wanted to have some meaningless sex to get over Eddie and here you were moaning his name. What the hell was wrong with you?
“Who the fuck is Eddie?” You had fucked up for the second time that night and it was all because of Eddie fucking Munson. Couldn’t you have just one mindless fuck without him entering your brain? Was that too much to ask?
“N-nobody,” you stuttered, wondering how you were going to get out of that and have him continue what he was doing.
“Nobody, huh? Are you talking about Munson?” He grabbed his shirt and put it back on, signaling that your fun had officially ended.
“No!” You couldn’t deny it. He had already caught you so there was no use in lying.
“Bullshit. If you want him so bad, you can have him. We’re done here,” he pushed you off of his lap and you were able to catch yourself before you fell to the floor.
“Derek, please,” you pleaded as you grabbed one of his shirts from the floor, not wanting to have this argument topless. You then gathered your corset up, knowing you wouldn’t be able to get it back on by yourself.
“No, get the fuck out!” He pointed to the door and you felt tears well up in your eyes, but you held them back. There was no way in hell that you were going to cry in front of him.
You turned to the door and headed out into the hallway, not being able to stop the tears from running down your cheeks. Well, now your makeup that took you hours was ruined because of a stupid guy.
“And I want you out of here, you useless cunt!” He called after you which only made you cry harder. “Don’t even think about coming around here again!” You could promise that you would never step foot in that house again as long as you lived.
You got down the hallway and back into the living room to find Sheila. She always knew how to comfort you and wouldn’t ask any questions about what happened. You just needed a hug after all the shit you had gone through throughout the night.
Before you could get to Sheila, though, you just had to run into Eddie one last time to really ruin your night. You ran straight into him, almost knocking him to the floor. His hands grabbed hold of your waist and he stood you back on your feet. He looked down at you and you turned away, not wanting him to see you cry. You knew he wouldn’t laugh at you, but you just didn’t want to have to tell him the reason for your tears.
His hand rested on your cheek and he turned your head to face him. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked at your tear stained cheeks and he swore he could actually hear his heart break looking at you. He had heard the comment Derek had made. He had wanted to deck Derek the moment he had gotten there and now he had an excuse because he wanted to avenge you.
Eddie had been invited by Derek at a bar the other night and the only reason why he even agreed was because he was desperate for a night out, little did he know that the host was a dick and he was that way towards you. You of all people. You were sweet and gentle and deserved someone who was willing to be that way in return. Maybe you right in saying that you were only attracted to losers.
“What happened, angel?” He asked, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. He had heard what Derek had called you and hated that he made you feel bad about whatever had happened between the two of you.
“N-nothing. I have to go,” you pulled your face away from his hand, wiping the tears from your cheeks. You sniffed to keep the snot from running out of your nose and all he wanted to do was take you in his arms and let you cry. But you wouldn’t let him. Crying at a packed house party in a fucking vampire costume was already embarrassing enough for you.
“Okay,” he nodded, stepping away from you and you were quick to make a beeline for Sheila. He watched you collapse into her arms and sob and it killed him that you had been hurt that badly. He wanted to kill Derek for what he had said to you. The name he called you. Was it just because you didn’t want to go any farther with him? That could have definitely been it. Eddie looked around the house and was beginning to wonder why he was even there anymore. You were there, in the flesh, not a figment of his imagination this time. And he had blown his one chance to make amends. Maybe he could finally call you and everything would be okay.
Eddie decided to call it a night after that, taking a very drunk Gareth with him to the cab he had gotten using Derek’s house phone. He had definitely overstayed his welcome and given that Gareth had thrown up in the kitchen, he really thought it was a good idea to get the fuck out of there before Derek kicked both of their asses.
He hauled Gareth out of the car and to the cab that was down the driveway. Was walking a little too slow for his liking and he was seconds away from throwing the bastard over his shoulder he was being practically being choked. He wasn’t afraid to admit that he was into that, but not in that way. Never in that way.
“Struck out, huh,” Gareth asked with cackle.
“How could you tell?” Eddie asked as he opened the car for Gareth who practically threw himself into the backseat. Eddie moved his friend’s legs and slid inside the car before closing the door. He told the taxi driver the address to his hotel and the car headed that way.
“First of all, you’d be going home with her, not helping my drunk ass, and second, I could see the way she was looking at you,” Gareth replied as Eddie buckled his seatbelt for him.
“Yeah, and how was that?” Eddie was very curious to know if you looked as mad as you appeared in his eyes.
“Like you smelled like shit,” Gareth responded before taking a whiff of Eddie’s hair. “And she was very wrong. Dude, you smell great so I don’t know what she was on about.”
“She didn’t think that I smelled, she was mad because I didn’t call her.” Eddie buckled his own seatbelt and got comfortable in his seat.
“I don’t call girls all the time and they still want me. What’s your excuse?” Gareth’s eyebrows furrowed as he turned to look at Eddie.
“I told her I would, though,” Eddie made a pointed look.
“You’re never supposed to say that,” Gareth shook his head. “Because then they expect it and you can’t be calling them, dude. Because that’s pussy shit and you’re not a pussy.” Eddie never thought calling someone he was sleeping with was “pussy shit” as Gareth liked to call it. He liked talking to people on the phone despite his social anxiety. Maybe it was because they couldn’t see him and only hear his voice. He mostly only used phone calls for dirty talk or to ring his uncle Wayne but he liked the idea of talking to you.
“It’s not pussy shit if you actually like them,” Eddie countered. “I really like her Gareth, and I fucked it all up.”
“Why didn’t you call her, then?” Gareth slapped him upside the head. Eddie supposed he deserved that.
“Because I couldn’t,” Eddie looked down, rubbing the back of his head. “I lost her number.”
“Well, way to go dumbass,” Gareth slapped him again.
“Hey, hey, watch the hair!” Eddie shielded his head. “I should have written it down.”
“You’re right,” Gareth nodded. “You should have. Maybe she’d be your girlfriend if you had.” Leave it to Gareth to rub salt in the wound. Eddie already had enough guilt to last a lifetime.
“Maybe she would have, Gareth,” Eddie ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “But what does it matter? The ship has sailed.”
“Maybe it hasn’t,” Gareth responded. “Maybe you could perform a song that you wrote abojt her or something.” Eddie thought about that for a moment and thought that even though his friend was drunk, he was making a lot of sense. A song would have been perfect. Women ate that kind of shit up. Maybe then you’d realize that no one was at fault that Eddie losing your number was just a sad accident.
“I haven’t written any songs about her.”
“I’ve heard you on the tour bus, man. Don’t deny it.”
“You know what, that’s actually not a bad idea.” Eddie hadn’t had that much to drink so he wondered why he was considering any idea that Gareth had in his drunken state.
“I was kidding,” Gareth laughed nervously. He wasn’t going to take the blame if Eddie actually listened to him.
“No, man. You actually did good,” Eddie assured his friend as the car pulled up to the hotel. He helped the guy out of the car and they made their way to into the building. Eddie pulled Gareth to the elevators and one of them just so happened to open as soon as they got there. They got in and the elevator took them up to their floor, to two of them in silence.
Eddie dragged Gareth down the hall and to his room, taking Gareth’s key from him and unlocking the door. He threw Gareth down on the bed and made sure he was comfortable then turned to head to his own room.
As soon as Eddie closed his own door, he reached for a notebook, flipping through it until he found the page he was looking for. He hadn’t written anything romantic ever until after he had met you. He had tried and failed, knowing that wasn’t Corroded Coffin’s thing, but now it was going to be. Just this once. People could hate on it if they wanted to, but this was all for you. All to get his feelings out. Sure, the initial goal had been to win you back but now he was just trying to process everything that had happened.
He knew how it looked. He made it seem like he cared for you only to never call you when he promised he would. But the eyeliner had smudged against your skin when Eddie had grabbed onto your hand in the car on the way to his hotel room.. He was so focused on the moment that he didn’t even think about the fact that the number was no longer there. The whole thing was unfair to both of you but he wasn’t going to blame you for being mad. You had every right to be in his eyes.
This was probably the most personal he had gotten without even mentioning very many details. It was something just for you and him, no one else. He wasn’t going to record this one, though. He thought it was better suited for the stage, on the piano. Corroded Coffin didn’t even have a piano when they performed but Eddie was sure as hell going to make sure there was one.
Your apartment, Manhattan, 1991
You woke up the next morning with a pounding headache, convinced that the events of the night before had been just one weird dream that was the results of drinking too much. You trudged into the kitchen to get some coffee that you knew Sheila had already made and poured some for yourself in your favorite mug before heading to the fridge to get some creamer when you saw the Polaroids on the doors. One was of you and your three roommates and the other was of the four of you and Eddie. So it hadn’t been a dream. It was all real and now you were embarrassed. You had yelled at and he has still looked at you like you hung the moon, especially in the photo where he was standing next to you. He was looking right at you, a smile of admiration on his face. Maybe you had been too harsh. Maybe.
You fixed your coffee and was about to head to back your room when the phone rang. Hannah answered it before you could and you wondered who would be calling. No one ever called except for Elodie’s girlfriend and she only ever called after she got off of work and that was usually late.
Hannah was laughing at something the person said and you figured that it was probably someone who she gave the number to the night before. You wondered if it was Eddie. Of course he would call her. She was every man’s wet dream with her long blonde hair and long legs. You were always jealous of her but you would never admit that. Because if you did, she would just tell you that you had nothing to be jealous of. And she genuinely believed that. She’d never tell you, but she was jealous of you. She was jealous of your confidence and the way your carries yourself, like you didn’t have a care in the world.
“Y/n,” she called out to you, covering the phone with her hand. “Phone for you,” he held it out to you and you wondered who the hell would be calling you. Probably your manager. Were you scheduled today and had convinced yourself that you weren’t? Were you going to be fired because you didn’t show up? Damn. You really liked it there.
You reluctantly headed over to Hannah and took the phone from her, eyeing her suspiciously. Hannah couldn’t have been nonchalant to save her life. She was having trouble pretending like she didn’t care. Like she was excited for you to take to whoever had called.
“Who is it?” You asked and she just shrugged.
“I don’t know,” she shrugged. You could tell she was lying but couldn’t figure out why.
“You didn’t ask?” What kind of person didn’t ask who was calling?
“It’s not my business to ask who’s calling you, babe,” she laughed like that was an obvious rule you should’ve known.
“It is, actually,” you corrected.
“Well, I’ll leave you to it.” She headed to her room, leaving you alone in the living room. You pressed the phone to your ear, your curiosity getting the best of you. People couldn’t commit murder through the phone, right? That wasn’t a thing that could happen. You were just being dramatic. Part of you wondered if it was Eddie but you figured that wasn’t true. He was definitely too busy to make a phone call at this time of day, especially since he was going to have to rehearse for that night’s performance.
“Hello,” you answered hesitantly. Maybe it was Derek calling to ask for his shirt back. He’d get it from your cold, dead, hands. You had no intention of wearing it ever again, but now you were keeping it out of pettiness.
“Hope I’m not too late, sweetheart.” Eddie’s silky voice rang through the phone and you had to stop your breath from catching.
“I would say a year is a too late,” you replied and Eddie laughed in response.
“I’m a dick.” You both knew he wasn’t. “And I’m sorry,” he apologized. “To make it up to you, I’m offering you and your friends tickets to tonight’s show.” Those always seemed to be the magic words to get him exactly what he wanted, no matter what it was. Whether he forgot his ID at the bar or wanted to get in the club. The whole rockstar thing was so easy.
“You’d think I’d want to see you and your stupid band perform after you hurt me? My friends will be there, but I most certainly will not.” He knew it was a long shot, but he was desperate for your forgiveness. He had apologized, but he knew that wasn’t good enough.
“Y/n,” he sighed. “I told you, the eyeliner got smudged.” Oh, that again. However, you couldn’t help but melt a little at hearing him say your name.
“Well, why didn’t you write the number down?”
“I was a little preoccupied,” he chuckled. “I’m not trying to say that your feelings are invalid. At all. I think that you have every right to be upset with me. I mean, I would be mad at me if I were you. I just think it’s unfair that you’re not hearing me out.” He was being considerate of your feelings and you knew you weren’t doing to same from him.
“I am,” you nodded even though he couldn’t see you. “Look, I know I’m a bitch, alright?” Eddie didn’t think you were a bitch. He could never think that. He still kind of thought you were hot when you were mad. Maybe if you forgave him and wanted to continue whatever it was between the two of you, he’d tease you a little just to get that reaction out of you.
“I just-when you didn’t call me, it felt like you were like just like all the others. I thought you were just being nice to me to use me for my body with no actual intention of calling me.” So that’s why you were so pissed at him. You thought Eddie was like Chris and he supposed that you didn’t really know him so of course you would think that. He guessed that he couldn’t really blame you for that.
“I know that, but I’m down on my knees here, (y/n.) I’ll do whatever you want if it means you’ll forgive me. Well, let’s be honest, I’d do whatever you asked even if you didn’t forgive me.” You liked the sound of that. You’d have to think of something for him to do if that was the case. “Will you come to the show tonight,” he asked and you could hear him practically begging. You liked the idea of him begging. You could imagine him on his knees, holding onto your hands with tears in his eyes, pleading for you to forgive him.
“I don’t know,” you replied. “What does one wear to a metal show?” You knew exactly what to wear having been to multiple metal shows in the past, you were just discreetly asking what he wanted you to wear. Maybe you were finally starting to get over the whole thing. Maybe.
“Whatever you want, angel,” he laughed again. That wasn’t the response you were looking for, but Eddie was just wanting to see you. You could have worn a trash bag and he wouldn’t have minded. “So you’ll be there?” You thought for a second.
“I’m sure Hannah will force me even if I protest.” All of the girls would, actually. There was no way that they’d let you miss something like that. Especially if there were perks because you knew the lead singer.
“Well, I have to go to rehearsal. I’ll see you tonight.” You could practically imagine him smiling from ear to ear and you hated that it was making you smile in return.
“Bye, Eddie.”
“Bye, sweetheart.” The line went dead and you hung the phone back up, making a beeline for Hannah’s room. You pounded your fist on the door until she answered. Hannah was quick to open it, her signature bright smile on her face. You glared at her but her smile didn’t falter. In fact, it got even wider. She knew exactly what she was doing and she knew that you were aware of it, she was just hoping that you would forgive her. What she was doing was for your own good, after all. She tried to close the door but you held it open with your hand. You pushed it open and stormed into the room, trying to calm yourself down before you spoke.
“What the fuck, Hannah?” You paced back and forth across the hardwood floor, trying to gather your thoughts. You wondered if Eddie had told her all of the details of your night together, but immediately ruled that out since Hannah was a huge gossip and would have asked you about it sooner. Hannah only responded by playing with your hair-something that always calmed you down for whatever reason-completely avoiding your eye contact.
“I thought you were giving Eddie our number for you, not me.” Why you had thought that when Hannah was always trying to set you up was beyond you.
“Oh please,” Hannah waved her hand in a dismissive manner. “Eddie is not my type and besides, I saw the way he was looking at you.”
“And how was he looking at me?” You raised an eyebrow, wondering what she meant even though you had a pretty good idea from the picture on the fridge.
“Like you hung the moon.” She put on a face that scarily resembled the way Eddie had been looking at you the night before.
“He was not.” You knew he was but you didn’t want to admit it because if you denied it, it would make you feel better about being mad at him. Admitting to yourself that he every intention of calling you made you look like the bad guy and you had been the villain in your own life for far too long.
“He was. We all saw it. Is there something going on between you two?“ It was then that you decided that you should’ve probably told her the truth. Out of all the girls, Hannah was definitely the one who would have believed you.
“I’m going to tell you something but you can’t tell anyone, okay? Not even Sheila or Elodie. Got it?”
“I’ve got it,” she nodded. “Now spill,” she grabbed onto your wrists. So you told her, not leaving out a single detail. You thought it was necessary to the story. You told her about Chris and how you dumped him and how you and Eddie had an incredible night that you had thought about every night since and how he never called you like he was supposed to. You also told her about the party the night before and how Eddie had approached you but you just yelled at him and all but told him to fuck off. You were beginning to think that maybe you were being a bit too harsh.
“Oh my god,” Hannah gasped, grabbing hold of your shoulders. “(Y/n), you could actually be a rockstar’s girlfriend. Do you know what that means?” She headed to her closet and opened the door to find an outfit for the night.
“No?”
“It means that all of these people want Eddie but all he wants is you. Every night he’ll come home to you and he’ll write songs about you,” she was speaking so fast that you almost couldn’t understand what she was getting at. “And dressing room sex. That’s probably the biggest perk.”
“Sorry to break it to you, Han, but I wouldn’t be caught dead having sex in a dressing room.” The idea did sound appealing, but you were thinking logistically.
She turned to you for a moment then grabbed a shirt from the rack, holding it up to you. “Oh, yeah, that’ll definitely get his attention,” she pulled you over to the mirror, hanging the hanger around your neck. You tilted your head to the side. It was a sheer black shirt with black flowers sewn onto it. It was definitely your style but you wondered if it was going to be too much.
“You wear this with your sluttiest black bra under it and he won’t be able to keep his eyes or hands off of you.”
“He invited me to the concert, Hannah. I don’t think he meant for me to go backstage with him.”
“He invited us, and yes, that’s exactly what he meant.”
“Yeah, he invited us, meaning that he was just trying to be nice.”
“You’re smarter than me, y/n, so why am I the one who understands what’s going on? He invited all of us because he wants you to have a good time. So you’re going to wear this and look hot standing in the front row, alright?”
“Fine.” You were honestly getting over being mad. Yeah, maybe you were still a little upset about what had happened, but Eddie had been nothing but nice to you and the effort he was putting in to make amends was making you feel like maybe you were being a bit too harsh now that you knew the real reason why he didn’t call you.
Radio City Music Hall, New York City, 1991
Eddie had just come off stage from rehearsal and for once, he thought he had done well. Ever since the night he shared with you, he had been in a bad mood since he hadn’t been able to see you again, but now that you agreed to come to the show, he was like a brand new person, and everyone was quick to let him know. They were teasing him about how excited he was to see you, making fun of his mannerisms, but Eddie didn’t care. He just couldn’t contain his excitement. He was going to be performing the song he wrote for you for the first and only time and he was nervous. What if you didn’t like it? You probably wouldn’t since it was a ballad and that wasn’t Corroded Coffin’s thing.
He ran his hands through his hair while he stood on the stage, something he often did after rehearsal. Imagining the place being packed with a cheering crowd helped him calm down. It uplifted him, knowing that everyone was there for him and his band. He wondered if people back home could see how successful he was and wanted to know if they would kiss his ass just because he had fame now.
He turned and headed back to his dressing room and had his stylist pick out an outfit that he hoped would impress you. It was a white cropped shirt under a leather jacket and another pair of leather pants. He put on the outfit and checked himself out in the mirror, liking the way he looked. His hair was the perfect amount of messy and he had some eyeliner smudged around his eyes. He nodded to himself and turned to get a drink from the fridge in the dressing room when he saw his band mates all staring at him.
“Take a picture,” he told them. “It’ll last longer.” He then brushed past Jeff to head to the fridge for a much needed water. He really needed to calm down. He opened the bottle and took a few sips before turning to his band mates who were still looking at him.
“What,” he snapped. His friends had been grilling him since the four of them had woken up. Considering you hadn’t been with him, they assumed that things had not gone over well and had been afraid to ask.
“Nothing,” Doug put his hands up in defense.
“We’re just wondering how you’re doing,” Gareth added.
“I’m fine,” Eddie replied wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Is she coming,” Jeff’s face lit up. He just wanted Eddie to be happy and he was hoping that you would be the best fit for him.
“I don’t know. I think she’s still pissed at me.” He drank more water to occupy his mouth. He knew he would ramble and make himself more nervous if he voiced more of his thoughts.
“Well, there’s still time to fix it,” Doug reminded him. “You wrote a great song, Eddie. And I think she’s going to love it.” Eddie was still unsure of how to feel about the song. He was convinced that you were going to hate it. That he had only written it so you’d give him another chance. He had written from the heart and just wanted you to know the truth. He didn’t care about the results. Or maybe he did but he would never have admitted that to himself.
“She won’t love it because the song sucks.” The song was good and he knew that. He was just overthinking like he always did. He panicked every time he was about to go onstage and would either need to take a couple shots or smoke a joint to calm himself down. He wasn’t going to do that this time, though. He wanted to be completely sober when he laid eyes on you.
“You’re just being hard on yourself. It’s probably your best work.” Eddie finished off his water bottle and threw it away before grabbing another one. This was going to be his coping mechanism instead of resorting to drugs or alcohol.
“Right,” he scoffed, setting the bottle down and pushing past the boys to lay on the couch. Maybe a small nap would’ve done the trick.
“Do you need a drink or a joint?” Jeff offered, sitting in the chair that was tucked under the vanity. “You seem a bit on edge.”
“Of course I’m on edge,” Eddie rubbed his eyes with the pads of his fingers. “There’s a lot riding on this.”
“Hey man, relax,” Gareth patted his shoulder but Eddie only shrugged him off.
“I can’t relax,” Eddie sat up. “This is going to make or break everything.”
“She’s just a girl, Ed. There are going to be plenty of those here tonight. Pick one and take her home. What’s the big deal?” None of them seemed to get it. You were much more than “just a girl” to Eddie. He wanted to make things work with you. He wouldn’t have put in that much effort for just anyone. You were the most beautiful and intelligent woman he had ever met and he’d have been damned if he let you slip through his fingers again.
“Alright, guys,” Randy, the boys’ manager stuck his head into the room. “It’s showtime.” He opened the door and the four of them filed out, Eddie being last. Randy patted him on the shoulder which did nothing for Eddie’s nerves. His stomach was in knots and he could have sworn he was going to throw up in that very moment.
You had tried your luck at the back door of the venue and to your surprise, all four of your names had been on the list of people who were allowed backstage, all of you given lanyards. Hannah had told you it was going to work, but you hadn’t been convinced. You had figured that Eddie had forgotten with his busy schedule, but clearly he hadn’t since you had been let in with no issue.
Randy had informed you that the band had already gone onstage and you knew that the reason for you missing them had all been due to Elodie insisting that she needed to stop at a bodega for a beer because there had been no way that she was going to pay concert venue prices.
The four of you were led to the floor and had been given spots at the very front row, right against the barricade. You thought that maybe you would have gotten balcony seats with the A-listers, but you much preferred being in the action. It made you feel like you were apart of something as opposed from looking from afar.
The lights went down and the crowd erupted in cheers while you were convinced that you were going to throw up all the water you had drank because you had been too nervous to eat. Why were you nervous? It wasn’t like you were the one who had to get on stage and perform. No one could have paid you to do that.
Smoke moved across the stage and quickly faded away when the members of Corroded Coffin took their places. Eddie was at the front of the stage. There was a spotlight on him as the opening chords to one of their top hits began. All the air had escaped your lungs when you laid your eyes on him. He looked so fucking pretty that it was almost unfair. His hair was the perfect amount of messy and his outfit looked like it was made for him. Knowing him, it probably was.
Eddie opened his eyes and they locked on yours. You could see he was holding back a grin and you gave him a little wave, that being your white flag signaling that you wanted a truce. How could you be mad at him when he looked so damn good?
Eddie sang the notes of the song and removed the mic from the stand, moving about the stage. Since this wasn’t one where he was playing the guitar, he always made sure to interact with the fans when he had a chance. He’d go to the end of the stage and hold people’s hands if they wanted him to. He’d look directly in their eyes and sing to them, like he had written the words specifically for them. He wanted the people who admired him to feel special. He knew that most of them had spent a fortune, so he was going to make sure they got their moneys worth.
Eddie got to you and gently took your hand in his, gauging your face for any sign that you didn’t want it. When he was sure that you did, he brought your hand up to his lips and pressed a featherlight kiss to your skin. He looked into your eyes and couldn’t take his eyes off of your makeup and how well you had done it. He wondered if it had been for him but then decided that it didn’t matter. Not everything that you did was going to be for his benefit. Sometimes you did things for yourself and that included doing an intricate makeup look.
Eddie let go of your hand, pulling himself out of his trance. He couldn’t look at you all night, he had a show to do. He stood up and went back to his mic stand, ready for the next song.
“How we feeling New York,” he asked into the mic and the crowd went wild. “Sorry, I couldn’t hear you. I said how we feeling New York?” He put more emphasis on the question and the audience was even more loud. You kept your eyes on Eddie couldn’t help but think that he was born to be a performer. He knew just how to get the crowd going and make them feel like they were his old friends from back how.
“That’s what I like to hear,” he chuckled. “I have to say, this might be my favorite city in the entire world.” He usually said that to get the audience to make some noise, but this time, he really meant it.
“But I’m going to be honest. I think it’s my favorite place because a friend of mine lives here.” Another eruption of cheers. “And she’s here tonight if you’d like to give her a round of applause.” Eddie stepped away from the mic and pulled out his in-ears so he could hear everyone cheering for you. He looked directly at you and could see the shock on your face. Here you thought that he wasn’t even going to mention you, but he had the whole entire venue screaming for you. Your cheeks heated even though no one knew that it was you who Eddie was referring to.
You covered your face with your hands, not wanting Eddie to see how badly your cheeks were burning. You could still feel him looking at you and tried your best to ignore him. He was going to have to work a lot harder than that to get your full forgiveness. Maybe just one bat of his eyelashes would do the trick. Definitely.
More songs were sung and you were actually enjoying yourself, finding yourself singing every single word back to the band. They put on a good show and you could totally understand the hype of people wanting to see them perform. Between Gareth’s heavy drumming, Jeff’s mesmerizing bass riffs, Doug’s shredding and Eddie moving around the stage like no one you had ever seen, the show was definitely something you would have wanted to see multiple times over. Maybe if you played your card right, you could.
You watched Eddie sit down at the piano. You had just been so focused on him, so you felt kind of stupid that you hadn’t noticed it until he sat down at it. He moved his hair out of his way only for it to fall back to where it was. He played some notes and you realized that you hadn’t even known that he could play the piano. To be fair, though, you didn’t really know anything about him.
Whatever he was playing was pretty. It was calming. The complete opposite of Corroded Coffin’s sound, but you still liked it. You could imagine yourself sitting next to Eddie, leaning your head on his shoulder while he played something that he wrote for you. That was a delusional thought in your mind. Eddie would have never written a song about you.
“Alright,” Eddie spoke up after he calmed himself down. “I’m going to perform a new song for you guys if that’s alright.” The crowd was the loudest it had ever been and you wondered why they decided that this specific show to debut a new song, but you had a sneaking suspicion what it could be about. Maybe if you got out of there quick enough, you could leave before he started to sing.
“This one’s called California.” Eddie turned to wink at you and you felt sick again. No. No way. There was no way he was going to sing a song he wrote about you. You had only had a few interactions throughout one day. Surely that wasn’t enough material to create a song, right?
Eddie began to sing while playing a ballad on the piano. Since when did Corroded Coffin do ballads? Apparently since Eddie met you. It was pretty and despite all of the harsh vocals in the other songs, Eddie was able to make his voice soft and sweet. It was beautiful and you hated that you were taking the bait. He was reeling you in so effortlessly with his heartfelt lyrics and it seemed like he actually meant the words.
The whole thing was about how much he liked you and the fact that he couldn’t stop thinking about you. You took up every inch of the man’s brain and he thought about calling you every day even though he had no way to. He thought about the way your skin felt against his and how sweet your lips tasted. How he could still see how pretty you looked underneath him and how good it felt to have you snuggled up in his arms.
You were slowly starting to realize that he was telling the truth. You knew it the whole time, but you were just trying to protect yourself. The one time you put your whole trust into someone in a romantic sense, it blew up in your face. But you didn’t even have to have a romance with Eddie. He could be whatever you wanted him to be so long as he was in your life. He wasn’t picky.
The song ended and you felt yourself tearing up. No one had ever done anything like that for you. Maybe you had been foolish to think that he was lying or just trying to get into your pants. He had said so much while somehow saying so little. It was like a secret between the two of you. Things he would say while the two of you were snuggled up in bed together. It was something that would live in your head forever.
You couldn’t remember how many more songs were after that. The words were stuck in your head and despite only hearing them once, you were convinced that you could have sung the whole thing word for word. You didn’t think that someone who looked like Eddie could write something so beautiful or that he could have such strong feelings as the ones he had for you. You had clearly made a mark on him and you weren’t sure how you felt about that.
The band left the stage and people slowly made their way to the venue’s exit. You couldn’t move despite your friends trying to pull you along. It was as if your feet were glued to the floor and you had no intention of moving. You couldn’t. Not after hearing the song that Eddie had written for you.
Before you could stop yourself, you were making your way down the hall to Eddie’s dressing room. Your friends had followed you, all wondering what you were up to. Last time they checked, you had hated Eddie and now you were going to talk to him?
You passed by all of the people putting away the equipment and hoped you hadn’t missed him. Surely he couldn’t have left that quickly, could he? You could hear all of the commotion of your friends gushing about the show, but it was all noise to you. You had honestly forgotten they were there. You just wanted to speak to the pretty singer about his pretty song.
You feverishly knocked on the door and waited. It took a little longer than you liked for the door to open, but your heart stopped when it did. Eddie was on the other side looking even better than he did on stage. His mouth fell open, so much so that you were convinced that his jaw was going to unhinge. The shock quickly wore off and his mouth turned up into a grin, his famous smile on display. Your friends and the members of Corroded Coffin quickly made themselves scarce, leaving the two of you alone.
“Y/n-“ he was going to say something, but his words were cut off when you entered the room, closing the door behind you. He backed away, still unsure if you were actually there. He wanted to reach out and touch you, but he thought that he was crossing a line.
You stood there, adjusting the strap of your purse that was sitting on your shoulder. You looked good. Amazing, even. A fucking knockout. Eddie was convinced that you had gotten even more beautiful every time he had seen you.
And now you were standing in his dressing room looking at beautiful as ever and for once, he was unsure of how you felt about him. You strode towards him and managed to pin him against the vanity despite the space between your bodies.
“Y/n-“ he said your name again, cutting himself off one more time. He wasn’t sure what to say. He was convinced that you hated him despite the flirty look on your face. He licked his lips, making them look even more inviting. You needed to taste them. You needed to thank him for the wonderful song.
“Y/n, I’m sorry about the song. I know it was a lot and I’m sorry that I sang it front of a crowd. I should have just given you the lyrics.” He moved away from you, still speaking as he grabbed his notebook, turning it to the correct page. “Anyway, here it is,” he handed the book to you, his heart pounding against his chest. “It’s yours so you can do whatever you want with it. You can keep it or you can rip the pages out and throw them at my head. You can-“
“Are you going to yap all night or are you going to let me read?”
“Sorry.”
You read over the lyrics multiple times, loving them more with each read. Songs had been written about you with your ex boyfriend also being a singer, but never like that. Never so delicately. He had written about your night together so tastefully. Most songs written about the subject had been so graphic and to the point. Eddie had come up with the prettiest metaphors.
You set the notebook and your purse aside and made your way towards Eddie. You wrapped your arms around his neck, his hair getting all tangled in your fingers with your quick movements. His hands went to your waist and you pulled him closer to you so that your bodies were pressed together.
“So you like it? If you don’t, the whole throwing the pages at my head thing is still-“
“Eddie for once in your life will you shut the fuck up?” You pressed your lips to his and you could feel him let out a gasp before quickly melting into you, his lips moving against yours. The movements were soft and sweet despite how desperate you were for each other’s touches.
You slowly swiped your tongue along his bottom lip and he opened his mouth, letting you in. Your tongues swirled together and he tasted just like you remembered, but better. It was still smoky and a little sweet but there was something else there that you couldn’t quite make out.
“God, I missed this,” he whined, his hands slipping to the strip of skin between the bottom of your shirt and the top of your jeans. His fingers were even more rough feeling and his touches were still soft. It was all nice, but you thought he was being too gentle.
“I’ve missed you every fucking day.” Despite the roughness of his voice, he was touching you as if you were going to break if he applied any more pressure. Where were the scratches? Where were the marks from how hard his fingers were pressing into your skin? Your lips pressed harder against his as your hands went for his jacket. You removed it and let it fall to the floor before reaching for any inch of skin you could find. You grabbed onto his arms, pressing your thumbs into the skin.
You pulled away to catch your breath, taking some time to look at him. The top he had on was cropped, the bottom of it uneven, like he had done it himself with a pair of scissors and you wondered if it actually looked good or if you were just biased. It was just short enough that you could see a good amount of his stomach. It wasn’t toned and he didn’t have a six pack or anything, but you liked that. You liked that it was soft and that you could see a little pudge sticking out.
“Like what you see,” he teased but knew that you did in fact like what you saw. He did wear the whole thing for you so your opinion was important to him.
“I think this is your best look yet.” You reached up, playing with the hem of the shirt. As if reading your mind, he lifted his arms up and you pulled the shirt over his head, tossing it to the side.
“Nah,” he shook his head. “I think you have me beat. This is a nice little thing, sweetheart.” He moved his hands up your shirt and traced the lace on the top of the cups with his fingers. “You wear this for me?”
“I did,” you nodded. “You like it?” You bat your eyelashes innocently and it was driving Eddie wild.
“Love it.” His eyes were filled with lust and you were eating up the way he was looking at you.
“It’s the first time I’ve worn it so you should consider yourself lucky.” Eddie was going to have to buy a scratch off with how lucky he was feeling that night.
“Oh I do,” he eyes lit up as they found yours. “As far as I’m concerned, I’m the luckiest man in the world.” You were convinced that your knees were giving out at his compliment. He was good.
“In the world,” you gasped. “Well, how lucky would you feel if I took this off?” You looped your thumbs under the straps and Eddie could feel his cock hardening even more.
“Pretty fucking lucky.” He almost moaned as he spoke. You hadn’t even fucked yet and he was already coming undone. He was so close to just ripping his pants off so the two of you could get to it. But he didn’t. He wanted to go slow to make sure you were comfortable.
Eddie pressed his lips to yours again, wrapping his arms around your waist. Your skin was so warm against his. So soft. He planted kisses all over your face and you couldn’t help but giggle, only making him want to continue so he could keep hearing the lovely sound.
His lips then moved to your jaw and you moved your head to the side to give him more access. You closed your eyes as his lips ghosted over the space right under your ear. He pressed a few opened mouthed kisses to the spot and just when you were enjoying the feeling, his nose moved along just under your jaw.
“Smell so good, angel.” Goosebumps rose on your arms at the nickname. That one was your favorite out of all the things he had called you.
“I only wear the perfume on special occasions.” You felt silly admitting it, but you knew that Eddie would appreciate your honesty.
“Glad we both agree on how special this is.” He pressed his lips to yours once more. “Can’t express how happy I am that you’re here.”
“I can think of a few ways.”
“Hm,” he hummed. “And which way were you wanting me to express my happiness?”
“You pick.” Your hands wound into his hair again. “I’m feeling generous tonight.”
“Oh,” he chuckled. “Well, if it’s my choice, then I guess we’ll just pick up where we left off.”
“Sounds good to me.” Your tongue found its way into his mouth once again while Eddie’s hands traveled down to your ass, giving it a squeeze. You let out little squeal and Eddie just laughed, letting his hands travel lower. He bent down and grabbed onto the back of your thighs and you took the hint and jumped. He caught you and wrapped his arms tightly around your waist while yours went to his neck. Your legs wrapped tightly around his hips, your ankles locking together at his back.
Eddie backed up slowly, his kisses becoming sloppy and sloven. He collapsed back onto the couch, the two of you still connected. You were now straddling his waist while he was sitting there, ready to let you have your way with him. He thought it was only right since he took the reins last time.
You pulled back to look at him and Eddie just admired you, a dazed look in his eyes. He looked so pretty with his lips red and plump from your kisses. His cheeks were also flushed and you loved the look on him. And knowing that you were the cause of it made you feel all warm and gooey, like a cookie fresh from the oven.
You dove back in for more and Eddie was letting himself be kissed, pliant under your touch. You took his bottom lip between your teeth, focusing your attention on it. You sucked and nibbled, causing him to let out a little whimper.
“Fuck, angel,” he whined. “Do that again.” You took his bottom lip between your teeth again and nibbled a little harder this time and Eddie’s whimper was louder. “Harder,” he breathed when you let his lip fall back into place.
“Eddie, if I bite you any harder, you’re going to have teeth marks.”
“I don’t care,” he shook his head. “Do my top lip this time.” You obeyed and did the same thing to his top lip, biting down as hard as you could without breaking the skin.
“Oh, angel,” he moaned. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”
You pecked his lips then pulled back to gauge his reaction. You pecked them one more time but his lips slotted between yours before you could move away. This one was rough and sloppy unlike your other ones. His nose was pressed roughly into the spot next to yours but you weirdly liked it. The way he was taking what he wanted from you while gripping your waist tightly. His fingers dug into your skin and you let out a gasp at the feeling. You loved the way it felt, knowing that it was going to leave imprints of his nails on your skin.
Your fingers wound themselves into his hair once again, loving how it felt against your fingers. It was soft but coarse and he always made it the perfect amount of messy. Your fingers wrapped around some strands at the base of his scalp and you gave it a light tug. You could hear him whine into your mouth and you took that as an invitation to repeat the action, harder this time.
“Angel,” your nickname fell from his lips and your heart raced in your chest at the name. That was the name that made you feel something. That he saw you as something that wasn’t even part of this world. That you were heaven-sent. And as far as he was concerned, you were. Eddie wasn’t sure if he believed in a God, but what he did know was that he had been destined to meet you at that festival. And the fact that he had seen you again at the party must have meant something.
“Yes, Eddie baby,” you asked sweetly and Eddie was convinced that he was going to melt into the couch at your tone of voice. It was light and airy and there was something so filthy about it.
“You are-“ he cut himself off, his hands digging further into your skin.
“What am I, honey?” He loved all of these terms of endearment you were giving him. Sure, people had given those kinds of names during moments like that, but they had never said them with such meaning. They were just trying to get a reaction whereas you just wanted him to know that you had cared about him.
“Amazing.” He emphasized the word and you couldn’t help but blush. He was eating up your every move and you were loving it. You had him wrapped around your finger and knew that he would do whatever you asked, no matter what it was.
You pulled back to look at Eddie and felt your heart race in your chest as he smiled up at you. You could see little dimples forming in his cheeks as he was drunk on the absolute bliss he had been experiencing. He never really made out with people. He usually just got straight to the act, not much kissing or tender touches being involved. All the people he ended up going home with just wanted to be fucked roughly and he had no problem with that.
But he liked kissing you. Loved it, even. He had dreamt about your soft, plump lips every night since he last kissed you. They had tasted fruity from the lipgloss you had applied in the bathroom at The Ruby Room. And he didn’t even care if you didn’t want to fuck him. He could have kissed you for hours and been completely satisfied. He wanted to kiss you whenever he wanted. When he got home from recording or before he went on stage. He wanted to kiss you goodnight before you both went to bed, wanting to get one last taste of your sweet mouth before the two of you fell asleep. He even wanted to kiss you after declaring that he’d take you in sickness and in health until death did you part in front of the people that you loved.
Just by looking at you, Eddie had realized that he had fallen even more for you when you had been apart. He didn’t know why he was feeling this way for you. Or maybe he did. You were sweet and kind and despite the fact that you were going through your own shit, you had offered to cover up a punch that he had received from your ex boyfriend. You hadn’t even known him and helped him, not expecting anything in return.
“What,” you asked finally and Eddie only smiled wider.
“Nothing,” he shook his head. “I just like looking at you.” You didn’t know what it was about Eddie’s simple compliments that always made you come undone. He just said it all so matter-of-factly and with such confidence. It made your heart swell and you wondered how you had gotten so lucky not once, but twice. Even when you had tried to push him away to protect yourself, he had been nothing but nice to you, doing whatever he could to convince you that he was telling the truth.
Over time, you had tried to deny your feelings for Eddie, but you just couldn’t. You didn’t care if it seemed silly because you had only actually spent a few hours together. His absence only made you like him more. You missed his kisses. You missed his touch. You missed his stupid nicknames that somehow made you weak in the knees. You missed him. And you had almost let him slip through your fingers because you were too stubborn to see that what had happened with your number had only been an unfortunate accident.
“I like looking at you too.” You smiled back at him, all teeth. He was full on grinning and you liked the look on him. You liked that he was happy and it was a bonus that you were the cause of it.
Eddie pressed his lips to yours despite the two of you not being able to keep your smiles off your faces. You laughed into his mouth and it was music to his ears. It was a sound of pure joy and he hoped he could hear you laugh many more times throughout the rest of his days. Eddie joined in on the laughter and the two of you were cackling out of pure joy, you both just grateful to be in each other’s presence.
“I fucking missed you, angel,” he said once you both had sobered up. His look had been completely serious, the little twinkle gone from his eyes.
“I fucking missed you too, honey.”
“ can’t lose you again.” His eyebrows furrowed and you could have sworn that he had been afraid.
“You won’t, Eds. You don’t have to be scared. I’m right here.” You pressed your hands to his cheeks, hoping that the physical touch would help calm him down.
“You’re just so-“ Eddie cut himself off, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he gulped. He was actually about to say it. Vulnerability scared the hell out of him, but you made it so easy.
“So what?” You titled your head to the side, wondering what he was going to say.
“You’re so beautiful.” It hadn’t been a lie, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to tell you that you had been special to him like he had intended. He wasn’t ready and he definitely didn’t want to freak you out.
“Well, thank you, baby,” you pecked his lips. “You’re beautiful too.”
“You mean it?” His face lit up in feigned shock.
“Oh shut up,” you scoffed. “You know exactly how attractive you are.” Of course Eddie knew how hot he was, but he thought he wanted to hear you say it.
“Idon’t know, doll. Do I?” He leaned his head back so he could get a better look at you. The mischievous sparkle came back to his eyes but you took the bait anyway. You were going to have some fun with it.
“You’re so hot,” you pressed a kiss to one of his cheeks. “And sweet.” Your lips moved to the other cheek, lingering a bit longer. “You’re thoughtful and caring even though people think you’re a dick because you look scary.”
“You’re supposed to be telling me how hot I am, but I’ll take the other compliments too. And maybe some more kisses.” He closed his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. His arms were now splayed across the back of the couch and you missed his touch.
You removed yourself from Eddie’s lap and stood up, fixing your top that had gotten messed up in all the activity. Eddie’s eyes opened once he realized you weren’t on top of him, but he didn’t move. He just sat there, his mouth still wearing that damn smirk.
“I think you’re getting a little greedy, superstar. You want my compliments and my kisses?” You put your hands on your hips and Eddie was thought even your feigned anger was hot. “I think that’s a lot to ask for.”
“I don’t think so.” Eddie strode towards you, taking you into his arms. “But if you’d like to reverse the roles, I’d be happy to tell you just how hot you are.” He put on a devilish grin and the idea was sounding very appealing to you. You had always been confident in yourself, especially when it came to your body, but sometimes it was just nice to hear the words from someone else.
“Okay,” you nodded, your arms wrapping around his waist. “Tell me then.”
“God, where do I even start,” he let out a chuckle. “You’re so fucking hot, angel. Like, goddamn. Your curves and your thighs. Your fucking thighs, doll. Might be your best feature.” He pulled you even closer to him, his arms tightening around your waist. “I know that people can be dicks.” He was specifically thinking about Derek but he wasn’t going to bring up what he had heard him call you. He didn’t think that was any of his business.
“But I love your body. I just want to tell you that I like you. All of you.”
“All of me?”
“Every.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Single.” Your other cheek. “Bit.” And finally, your lips, slotting his between yours. He pulled you even closer to him, his arms wrapping even tighter around your waist. Your mimicked his actions, trying to minimize the space between your bodies despite the fact that you couldn’t have been any closer to each other.
Eddie buried his face into your neck, pressing a few kisses there before leaning his head on your shoulder. He breathed in your scent, and focused on your touch, the only two things that told him he wasn’t dreaming. He had to be, though, right? This moment was so perfect that he had to be dreaming. He’d wake up only to find that he was alone in a random hotel room yet again.
You held onto him, rubbing circles along his back gently. His closed his eyes, not afraid to this time. For once, he was at absolute peace and it was all thanks to you. You made him feel safe. Like nothing bad could happen to him as long as he was in your arms. Even the scary thoughts that always seemed to followed him. They completely disappeared when he was with you.
“I could get used to this,” he sighed. Your hands continued to rub circles along his back and you knew that you could get used to it too. You wanted to be able to hold him any time to wanted to. To hug him any chance you got. Your bodies fit together like puzzle pieces and you were both thinking the same thing but you didn’t want to ruin the moment by talking about your feelings. That was a sensitive subject for the two of you.
“To what,” you asked even though you knew exactly what he was referring to.
“To this.” He nuzzled even further into your neck, pressing another gentle kiss there. He then pulled back to look at you, that serious look back on his face. “Got out with me.”
“Okay.” Eddie had never had someone agree because they actually liked him. Most people just wanted to either fuck him or use him for his fame or money. But you were a breath of fresh air. He didn’t wonder if you liked him for who he was because he knew you did. It was in the way you treated him. He realized it when you were upset that he didn’t call. You wanted him to call and not because you wanted to have phone sex like the others. You wanted to talk to him about his day and even plan a time when the two of you could meet up again.
“How does tomorrow sound?” If it hadn’t been so late, he would have taken you out right then. He honestly couldn’t wait.
“You’re still going to be in the city?” You knew that they had to head to their next tour stop eventually.
“For you, yeah.” The band had a day off and he was planning on spending every single second with you. He’d take you anywhere you wanted to go and spend however much he had to just to make you happy.
“Tomorrow is perfect.”
“Perfect. I’ll call you with the details.” He winked and all you could do was shake your head.
“Are you gonna wine and dine me?” Eddie wasn’t that kind of guy but he could be if you wanted him to. He hated all of those fancy places and wine was the last drink he would choose, but he would have gladly taken you somewhere nice and even drank wine if you had asked.
“Maybe,” he shrugged. “You’ll just have to see.”
“Okay.” You kissed him again and broke away just as Eddie was getting into it. He chased your lips and you let him, him capturing your top one between his two. He poured everything he had into it, hoping that you could see just how much he wanted you just by how he was kissing you.
Despite your terrible luck in the dating department, you were ready to dive head first into a relationship with Eddie. He had been the guy that had deserved the entire time and you were going to let yourself be loved by him despite how much it scared you. He had helped you through a really hard time and didn’t judge you when you weren’t ready to have sex with him like other men definitely would have. He had been nothing but a gentleman and breath of fresh air compared to the other men in the industry. You knew that the way he had treated you was the bare fucking minimum, but comparing him to your ex, Eddie was a goddamn gentleman.
It had been late, so the two of you had decided that to call it a night. Eddie took you by the hand and led you to a fancy car where the two of you gotten into the backseat. You scooted close, leaving no space between the two of you and Eddie was quick to place his hand on your thigh, giving it loving squeezes at the car took the two of you to your place.
You couldn’t seem to keep your lips or hands off of each other, the small space in the backseat being the perfect excuse to be close to each other, stealing kisses from the other’s mouth. Eddie’s hand moved around your waist to your other thigh, favoring that one so you could get more comfortable against his body. His other hand rested on your cheek while. Yours rested on his upper arms. The kisses were slow, like you thought you had all the time in the world. And sweet just like the two of you thought the other were.
The kisses never lasted long because of your happy giggling, but it didn’t stop you from trying. Your teeth kept clinking together but that only made you laugh more, the two of you only laughing more because of it. You didn’t think you had ever been that happy in your life and Eddie felt the same. Now that you had found each other, he could finally breathe again. All of his worries about you had vanished. You were right there in his arms and he was never letting you go.
The car had finally pulled up to your building and the two of you hesitantly got out. Eddie walked you inside, the two of you taking your sweet time going up the stairs. For the first time, you hadn’t been annoyed that your apartment had been on the top floor or that the elevators had been broken. Again. You didn’t even care that you had to go up the three flights nor that you were moving at a glacial pace. You were trying to soak up any extra time you could get with Eddie despite the fact that you wrestle going to se him in a matter of hours.
You finally got to your apartment and you lingered, gingerly opening your purse, holding onto your keys, but not wanting to unlock the door. Eddie stepped closer and took you in his arms, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips before pulling away but still keeping a tight grip on your body.
“I have to go,” you told him, but he just held on tighter, burying his face into your neck again.
“No,” he whined and you just laughed, resting the hand that wasn’t holding your purse on top of his head, running your fingers through his hair as a way to comfort him.
“I’ll see you later.” You made no move to get out of his grasp, still running your fingers through his hair.
“No.” He rubbed his nose against your shoulder, still making no move to let go.
“Do you want to come inside, then?” You nodded your head towards the door. Eddie found the invitation very appealing but he felt weird being in the same space as your friends like that. He was still unsure of the protocol when people he was going home with had roommates.
“I should get back to the guys. Make sure they haven’t trashed the place, you know?”
“Sure,” you nodded even though you were a bit disappointed. You still had plenty of time to share a bed with Eddie again, though. And if you played your card right, you could do that exact thing every night. He stole another kiss from you before pulling away from you completely. He let you unlock your door and you slip inside, closing it behind you. He was quick to knock and you opened up, knowing exactly what he was wanting.
“I forgot something.”
“Right,” you nod, deciding to play along. “And what’s that?” He answered by pressing his lips to yours, one more time, smiling into the kiss. You pushed him away, a smirk on your lips. “Get some sleep, honey.”
You closed the door and Eddie stared at it for a few seconds before heading down the hallway and the stairs to get to his car, thrusting his fist into the air just like Bender had done in the Breakfast Club. For once in his goddamn life, he had gotten the girl. And he hadn’t even done much to get her. He had truly won the lottery and wondered what he had done to deserve you.
You snuck into your room, careful not to wake your roommates, even though all you wanted to do was scream in excitement. You couldn’t remember the last time you had ever been that happy. You made your way to your room and threw your purse onto your desk before collapsing onto your bed. You let out an excited giggle while kicking your feet in the air. You didn’t even have to go on the date with Eddie to know that there would be a second. And a third. There was an unexplainable bond between the two of you. An invisible string tying the two of you together.
You and Eddie both went to sleep thinking about what your future together would be like. Unbeknownst to the other, you had very similar idea of what you were looking for. A walk down the aisle. A white picket fence. A dog running around the yard while your little ones chased it. The two of you would sit on your porch, sharing loving looks with each other, wondering how you each got so lucky to end up with the other while you drank your coffee. That sounded like a great life to both of you if you were being honest.
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He would not fucking say that - Kirby franchise edition (Results)
Well! Seems like a lot of people had a lot to say about mischaracterized Kirby characters, as a matter of fact, there were a whooping 57 entries! Well, let’s get going with them, shall we?
Just,,, beware that this is a LOOONG post.
Haltmann
The dude 100% did fucked up shit and needs to be held accountable but people seem to so easily forget the degree he was influenced/corrupted by Star Dream. I don't understand why people hate Haltmann and love Star Dream who is arguably the actual reason HWC started colonizing and draining planets. Also the fact that Haltmann isn't conventionally attractive to the majority of the fandom makes him less sympathetic ig?? But the dude is a grieving father who made mistakes that sent him down a spiral into being corrupted and then deleted by a heartless machine. I can't help but pity him
Prince Fluff
Go on ao3. Look in his tag on tumblr. He exists only to be Kirby or Shadow Kirby's love interest most of the time, with no personality of his own.
He barely gets recognized anymore, and if he does, it's usually as a ship
Prince Fluff was a big part of my childhood, with Epic Yarn being my first game. To me, he was Kirby's fellow main character, and they had a cool sibling/best friend relationship. But now, a lot of what I see of him is just . . . Kirfluff. Which is cool and all, but man's a prince! He can do more than be a boyfriend! Heck, he runs an entire kingdom by himself! One thing that I want to see more of is Fluff as a stressed but caring ruler, not just a sidekick/boyfriend to the pink puff. Give yarn boy his deserved appreciation!.
Dark Meta Knight
Hello! I am here to spread the good word of a character with no personality. It's the mirror thing. Of course.
Dark Meta Knight has No Personality. Zero. Nada. Zilch. He's Meta Knight but Dark. What does that mean? Your guess.
He fights Meta Knight. And wins lmao skill issue blueboy. And fights Kirby. And loses a few times, which isn't surprising. He was dumb enough to split Kirby in four, though. Four times the Kirby is four times the amount your ass is grass. You're practically a forest at that point because you're so grass.
So he's violent and has no personality outside of being violent. Woo!
Triple Deluxe has him attack Dedede in Dededetour inside the Mirror. This has led people to think he fucked over Sectonia. This makes my heart bleed as much as Taranza probably did when he was punted off of Royal Road via Fuck You Lightning Ball. My man just has no sense of timing,,,, They just wanted to include a Meta Knight battle because Knight Battles are a Kirby standard at this point,,, You think a man that stupid can figure out how to take advantage of a woman's insecurity? I don't even know if he knows women exist. How many female Amazing Mirror characters are there??? Boxy??? Moley mentions having a wife once and Dameta doesn't know what he means.
But other than being driven to immense violence and being scapegoated for the stuff his boss probably did, Dameta has other hobbies! Like whatever his motivation in Star Allies is. Something dastardly, I'm sure. People really like to pretend he's not part of the Star Ally club when my man is doodling with toddlers and posing with his less cool less edgy self. Would a villain have a silly little we heart kirby statue? No, didn't think so.
Also I cannot imagine him as a dad to Shadkirby either. Do they even interact? I've seen both "Amazing dad" and "Outright abusive" as interpretations and I can't go with either. But I think that's because I don't enjoy Metadad that much. They're like awkward coworkers. He thinks they're student and mentor. They're not even that. Dameta barely knows Shadow exists.
Dark Meta Knight is very popularly characterized as like an abusive parent, usually physically abusive. Mainly to Shadow Kirby, of course. He's an asshole, yeah, but not THAT bad, christ. I've seen multiple fics where Shadow Kirby is some poor little hey what t the fuck hes fighting himself. um. Back to being a hater.
Shadow Kirby
Some folks still think he's shy/cowardly like from the Amazing Mirror Days. Not really true anymore. From what fans have seen from the ending of the game, he does protect the Mirror World. As for the spin off games that include him, he's pretty tough and even creates mischief sometimes.
Shadow Kirby is constantly treated as an "evil" Kirby. Especially bad after Fighters and fighters two. Not to mention "Parallel Kirby". There's also a strangely common trend of making them more sapient than pink Kirby, who tends to be infantilised to hell and back. Shadow Kirby also is often treated as a complete coward who can't do anything right, when they aren't called evil.
He's shown as completely different in several different occasions, not only in personality but in design
I like shadow kirby he's purple and then he's not
Dark Taranza
Dark Taranza, gonna be honest what little characterization people give him are actually okay compared to the rest. But I'm still a hater and hang on im watching jerma clips. okay. He's like Sectonia if Sectonia was Taranza if that makes sense.
Shadow Dedede
Shadow Dedede barely gets shit but I'm going to be a little hater anyways. I don't like most characterizations. I see people make him like a dictator like bro he's literally just some guy.
Sectonia
have you seen how often people say that sectonia and taranza were boyfriend and girlfriend in canon?????? they were never!!! shes the gosh dang final boss but shes only ever used to give taranza angst. she is her own person with a personality!!!! yes their backstories are interconnected but gosh!!!!
This not too prominent but I can't stand it when people portray her as an uwu shy girl pre-corruption. While she gave in her worst aspects, she was probably always a kind of vain, girlboss! I mean she knows how to fight with rapiers c'mon!!!
idk it just feels like lots of people just see her as Taranza's tragic dead wife and like nothing else you know? like she is more than that and I feel like what little content we have of her proves that (like the soul boss descriptions (especially the original japanese text of the 2nd phase!!) and the eternal dream song) - or maybe im reading too much into those because im hyperfixating on my blorbo whoops
Kine
I'm not sure how true this opinion is considering how little people talk about Kine, I feel this is partially the anime's fault, or maybe its because of how he just looks, but Kine is cool and is not some stupid loser fish. Before the days of Crystal Shards, Him, Kirby, Rick & Coo were the dream team at the time, always hanging out going, with various activities long before the days of Meta Knight or even Dedede. Kine is an awesome aquatic rep for the Kirby series not to mention drinking and being a pirate and Kine even has a Wife! Kine has got it! I guess this is a partial compliant of Ship of Theseus which can be applied with Rick & Coo too, but I feel Kine gets the most hate if any because of people who are unfamiliar just see a dopey fish and are unaware of his origins and his past with Kirby. I'm not upset with the current representation of the Kirby cast (I love the RTDL team being the main crew) but I do hope the animal buddies get some more love, Especially Kine.
Dedede
reduced to his significantly less in-depth and compelling characterization from the anime
Anime Dedede.
Magolor
one time i read a series of fanfictions where he called every female character in the story a bitch and was portrayed as the good guy in the story
Is it possible to both be flanderized and woobified at the same time? There is a lot of "removing his responsibility for his actions" but can we get better jokes than "hehe Microtransgolor hehe scammer egg”
Always an uwu soft boy. Like no that is a criminal not a catboy.
Bro would never be intimidated by Magolor
Marx
People either portray him as a edgy sociopath or constantly bored and annoyed. Portraying him as an adult or a teen kinda annoys me as well. I'm very picky about portrayals of Marx so don't get upset if you portray him as one of these I've listed.
Sometimes I see people only joking about the "hungry so he came along" thing with Marx and it's pretty overdone
They took one look at him and said “to the insane asylum bitch”. I don’t think he’s some crazy murder hobo rather a dude with questionable morals and puts his own mischief and fun before others it seems. Though Marx is indeed one of the least “character” characters when I mean he doesn’t have much depth in comparison to other characters. But you could do anything else than have him follow the Jevil path of him being crazy. Make him evil? Sure. Make him a cringefail idiot? Sure. Make him a crybaby bitch? Go ahead. But making him the definition of what a 14 year old white girl in New Jersey that probably is addicted to Instagram and thinks Webtoon comics are the highest level of art and storytelling’s definition of insane doesn’t cut it cuz. Slapping the spaz label without a thought of what’s being done on a character who fits the mark makes the Schizoid peeved who coulda known. As this is all coming from the one person who has likely ruined Marx’s character the most for Kirblur by making him a somewhat empathetic manchild who clings to both pipe dreams of normality and being a monster btw. (Also this doesn’t mean jokes, you can joke about him being a psycho like Jerma it’s when it’s taken 100% seriously is when it’s bad).
Also to add on, Woobification of Marx or any Kirby character period CAN be annoying if taken too far. I take full responsibility in the fact my variant is also woobifed to an extent but that train full of ticking bombs doesn’t bother me as much. Make him sadcry and be gay he deserves both those things. Send him to sad hell with the rest of them.
To the anon above... What?
Making him stupid or reducing him to just Silly Clown. Or just having him act in purely impulsive or spontaneous ways (which sometimes happens when juxtaposed with a more "collected" character like Magolor).
Daroach
this is something i’ve noticed specifically in chatfics, but when daroach is in the ensemble some of them tend to designate him as the Goofy Meme Dumbass for… idk, fandom quota? i really don’t know why it happens because he has a bunch of canon dialogue (and alternate continuity stuff like the novels) that show him to be cool and clever. i’m not saying he can’t have a sense of humor or anything (he’s definitely the type to have a bunch of quips), but it sucks when he’s mischaracterized because the fandom doesn’t give him that much attention as is. if you NEED a silly haha guy, marx is right there!”
Morpho Knight
"Morpho Knight is a creature of mercy. It's a benevolent entity putting tired souls to rest."
NO?! I'm going to copy-paste some stuff I put in a post of my own.
A while back, SYZekrom on Reddit translated Morpho Knight's entry, and it contains some... interesting information. Allow me to provide some excerpts.
"He’s a red knight with butterfly wings, continuing from a pair of white wings like an angel’s, and a pair of azure wings with a bit of an evil feel."
This is the first of two instances where Morpho Knight is outright stated to be evil. There's also stuff in the art book that supports my theory that Galacta and Morpho are permanently fused and the former is not dead, but I don't want to get carried away.
These are its gacha figure descriptions in Forgotten Land:
"The fluttering fiend that casts judgment upon final battles is drawn toward the isolated isles of Forgo Dreams. There, it feasts on the most powerful soul it finds and takes the fearsome form of a scarlet-clad knight… Let the most challenging battle of this new world begin!"
–English
"One of the dreaming birds, which are said to pass judgement upon decisive battles, drifts towards a forgotten, isolated isle as if summoned. There, it sips upon the strongest Soul and descends as a red knight. Finally, welcome the dusk… of the deadliest battle in this New World!"
–Japanese
While at first glance there doesn't seem to be any information of note, the "fluttering fiend" bit in the English version is outright stating Morpho Knight is evil, and the phrase "he deadliest battle in this New World" doesn't sound particularly heroic.
But I digress... Morpho is NOT a good person! This is clearly leading up to a villain vs hero confrontation! Which, may I add, implies that reaping Galacta Knight wasn't necessarily a good thing for it to do?!
Elfilis
elfilis is NOT entirely malicious. they would gladly accept hugs and kisses. being in a fucking capsule ALONE and AWARE for likely CENTURIES will DO SOMETHING TO YOU YOU KNOW?? god fucking DAMN dude... and after the ending of the true arena in the game, WILLINGLY GAVE THEMSELF UP TO ELFILIN. also they're not fucking DEAD you PSYCHOPAYHS elfilis is STILL VERY MUCH ALIVE!!!!!!! RUUAAAGGGH!!!!!!!!!!
Susie
Being Evil or being a Sad uwu girl who has had bad things happen to her seems to be the only way most people can portray this character.
Susie isn't a friend. She's selfish and wanted to take over the company. Her "redemption" is pointing Kirby at the world-ending machine, gives him armor, and then stands around. She doesn't even know his name. The closest she does for good is tell Kirby to do something he would've done on his own.
My girl really became the subject of hate thanks to a mistranslation. I mean yeah she likes robots and shit but the fact that people think she is a terrible person and that she's still colonizing planets makes me upset. i blame the translation team for everything.
When people say she has fully redeemed herself and is reduced to cishet, pretty girl??? Like no, star allies mistranslation my ass you fell for her corporate propaganda. The female characters in this franchise, while lovable, is not nearly as popular as a lot of the male ones. HAL literally gave us a morally grey girlboss who we can still sympathise with. She actually feels like a very real character in this fictional world.
You Know How People Are About Her
she's not even my blorbo!!!!!! everyone thinks she's a huge evil bitch who has done terrible genuinely unspeakable things. i read a fic that went on and on abt the horrible things she "did" to meta knight when he was mechanized (things so bad i cant even say) and i was pulling my hair out she did not fucking do any of that!!!! yes the universe can have pretty dark moments but good lord people only use her to woobify meta knight and give fuel to ship him with others and it pisses me off lol. or people go too far the other way and woobify HER to ship with him and aughhhh no one has a shred of media literacy. she's not purely good or purely evil she's such a complex character who did bad things because she was in a bad situation and the best example of a morally grey character who's on no one's side but herself and that will always be more interesting that 100% good or 100% evil. once again she's not even my blorbo but i've never seen a character butchered this badly by a fandom
Because of mistranslation (from what I've heard) Susie's whole mechanizing planets has been the number one thing when it came to susie hate and the only reason as to why people hate this girl so much.
Honestly Susie's character has been fucked up immensely and no one has such a divided spread of opinions like she does. Some people brush away her backstory and make her a soulless being with no love whatsoever.
Oh my god. Oh my god. Susie Haltmann. I cannot with the fandom interpretations anymore. It's ridiculous how bad they've gotten.
Susie is a two dimensional character. I absolutely despise seeing people portray her as some sort of greedy capitalist bastard and "the one with the braincell". In canon, she's consistently been portrayed as a sweet person (with a knack for violence, but EVERYONE in this series is like that). Everything bad she did in Planet Robobot was FOR WORK and the will of HER FATHER, and even if she did want to do the things she did, she's clearly not doing them any more. The "mechanizing planets and peoples" line in Star Allies is a mistranslation. And the "punishing savages" doesn't have to mean anything bad. It could mean she's punishing evildoers with her money and resources. In fact, I've seen some translations put it like that
And Meta Knight... is just the straw that broke the camel's back. Oh lord. Why does everyone insist that he hates her? There's the little scene in Star Allies... but god, that isn't canon, it's clearly a joke. If anything, Susie might have been trying to talk to him and he was just trying to avoid her in a misinterpretation of the situation. It's supposed to be funny. Why are you imposing this onto people like this automatically makes Susie a devil incarnate and anything involving those two characters in problematic? Just shut up.
Meta Knight
Everyone thinks he’s just the ‘edgy character’ or ‘the uncaring mentor figure’ while in actuality he really does care for Kirby (and Bandana Dee) more than anyone gives him credit for!
Everyone either makes him all broody and lonesome, like shadow the hedgehog or batman; or they make him a goofy dad, like Dedede or Hugh Neutron. In reality, he's a weird uncle with unknown motivations, simultaneously selfish and practical. Also, he doesn't hide the fact that he likes sweets, he eats them away from everyone so no one steals them (Dedede and Squeak Squad).
He's not Kirby's fucking dad! He's an irresponsible uncle that hands out swords! And he is definitely in love with dedede, he is the only other dramatic bitch willing to build a skyscraper to beat up kirby (I am using intense anger for comedic effect)
HES A FUCKING TWINK ASS FRUITY ASS MOTHERFUCKING CRINGEFAIL MAN. HE NEEDS TO HAVE HIS PERSONALITY INTERPRETED AS BOTH THE MANGA AND THE GAMES. YES HE IS MYSTERIOUS BUT HE ALSO WOULD TRIP AND FALL OVER HIMSELF. I NEED STAR ALLIES KICKING SWORD PISSED. I NEED MANGA ROSES BITCHASS META. I NEED THAT PARTICULAR VERSION OF MY BOY meat knight RIGHT NOW. meta knight is cringefail. half of the fandom agrees the other half does not. im explode.
He wants to look cool so bad but he is actually a huge fucking goofy goober. Any representation of Meta Knight being a badass is propaganda made by Meta Knight himself to convince you he’s cool. I mean have you seen his RTDL Deluxe pause screen description? King Dedede’s and Bandana Dee’s are in first person, but his is in third person? He’s literally talking about himself in the third person like hello????? Meta Knight is such a fucking lame goofy little man who thinks he’s the most badass motherfucker on the planet.
To fair this has been less common lately but back during 2014-2016 MK was usually portrayed in fanart/fanfic as either this wise veteran or cold edgelord. He is just an unhindged!!! Silly!!! Guy!!! He can be cool and cringefail!!! But he is also compassionate in his own aloof, awkward way!!!
i am not a big fan of the metadede ship. i think people are shipping for the sake of having a ship and nothing else.
As someone with a severely underrepresented orientation (aromantic and asexual), when I see a character I like, I will project onto said character. This is the case with my interpretation of Meta Knight. I saw a cool character that I liked who a) doesn’t have any canon love interests and b) didn’t really need a whole ton of friends/significant others to be happy with life. Meta Knight always seemed to be perfectly content with the friends he has on Popstar and his crew and everyone in the anime, so I looked to him for hope that I could live the same way. I was open to the metadede ship at first, but as time passed, I felt less and less comfortable with it. It seemed to me that people were so hungry for gay ships that they just pulled this one out of thin air courtesy of Kirby Fighters 2, which is to my knowledge the only piece of media that somewhat supports this. Why can’t people just be happy with MK and Dedede being friends or frenemies? I’m probably starting drama with this bc I know how popular metadede is on Tumblr so I apologize for upsetting you if that is the case. But I also feel that I shouldn’t apologize just because I have a different opinion.
I dislike how "pathetic" the fandom has made him out to be. I don't like it when he's portrayed as overpowered but... "pathetic, whiny manlet" could not be further from the truth. How did we get to that?
Kirby
Often people make Kirby more dependent on others than he actually is. He's an extremely independent person that literally cannot be stopped by anyone who tries to get in his way
ik its been covered to death but matpat made that video about how kirby is evil and completely ignored the themes of friendship and kindness that are present throughout the entire series
dude hes not a baby. he drinks in the manga adukt kirbies are a fine interp god. and hes not a godkiller or some shit he just fights for his friends hes not some terrifying monster kirby is literally just some friendly guy. strong yeah but just some guy. he fights strong entities incidentally lol
The anime portrays them as a literal infant, and due to its overprevalence (despite not being in the same stream of canon as the games), this is often their characterization in the fandom. Canonically, they indeed are a child (at most, they'd probably be a teen in the modern games), but they are old enough to talk, and they demonstrate a high amount of emotional and even technical intelligence.
Admittedly, this is one that usually only happens to people outside the fandom, but it bugs me when people portray Kirby as a sort of immoral monster who only does good things on accident. When it’s quite the opposite! He may not be incredibly bright, but he does his best to help people. Oddly enough, there’s not many cases of “he would not say that” in the fandom for me because of how loose Kirby’s story is. It is lore heavy but the actual characters aren’t super concrete save for a few and I think that’s perfectly fine
People forget that their air bullet!! is an attack!! its literally one of their only ways of dealing damage in DL1!!! I’m looking at you Smash Bros!!! Why isn’t it their nair?????????
making them a toddler who cant speak for themself
I swear everyone outside of the fandom sees Kirby as either a braincell infant or a merciless force of mass destruction
Taranza
WHAT DIDN'T THEY DO!?!?!?
Taranza, as we see him in Triple Deluxe, is such a fun villain. He's dramatic, arrogant, a total suck-up to Sectonia, and it's so. Fucking. Good.
He's a devious bastard, he monologues!!! His animations in the Clash games are so fucking campy and dramatic it's chefs kiss!!!!
Fanon Taranza is as plain as white bread. Sometimes as pale as it, looking at some of the gijinkas. No shade though! As little shade as there is melanin in him lmAO-
He is flanderised to hell and back. There are so. Many. Fucking. Taranzas who happen to be nothing but sad and weepy about his evil dead wife. Where's the bite!!! The pizzazz!!! Even in canon, when he is a bit of a wet sack later on, he still hunts for an altar he can bring her back on. My boy's a wannabe necromancer!!! Write that shit in your lost lenore Sectonia fic you fucking cowards Queen's Phantom ain't just for show.
The above is also evidence for woobification! The fucker is obviously sad his crush is dead! But can we pleeease focus on anything else. This is definitely not targeted at Hal Labs. Imagine being woobied so hard your creators backtrack your personality I would just die.
"Ehehe he's the responsible mage!!" No the fuck he isn't he can't be trusted with anything he tries take control it WILL blow up in his face. He knows magic he's good at magic but is he responsible??? Fuck no my man's strongest attack is "Blow myself the fuck up via a giant burst of magic" and it shreds. Even worse is the "Taranza got mind-controlled by Sectonia" theory in tandem with this. That wasn't confirmed right. Right. God I hope not that would be embarrassing. He can't even have a moment to realise his devotion has gone too far and she doesn't love him or even care for him, and he has to finally make that decision to free himself from her like ain't that cool!!! And then making him all sad over her afterwards it's just a Little Fucked if you're tryna put it all together eh. Eh.
And he's not suuuper objectified (That usually goes to Seccy rest in piss girlie) but the way he's treated in some ships is. Eugh. Fucking Magoranza amirite he's basically there to look responsible and cute (I've already explained my issue with this) and to fix the tortured soul who is Magolor (I do not like Magolor. Nor Magoranza.)
Tbh Sectaranza does the same he's there to be tragic because his girlie's dead. When you give him less personality than the dead cardboard cutout you know you fucked up.
Anyways these ramblings are here to remind you what Hal Labs stole from us: Taranza but not a TOTAL saddo. Theatre kid Taranza. Arrogant prick. He's even British.
For the anon above me, I just wanted to say that this entry is probably my favorite and lives rent free in my mind.
I'm definitely guilty of it and it's all we have to go off of but PLEASE he needs more than to be Sad. Give him hobbies and interests that aren't just gardening, at least. Make stuff up about him, please!
So, SO many people make him an absolute crybaby over Sectonia. Even though, yes, he has grief problems, it's not his whole freaking personality. Pretty sure they're forgetting the fact that he LITERALLY HELPED KILL HER.
Taranza is not just a little pathetic guy!! He’s a bitch— a little schemer if you will !!! He’s smug—he’s formal—he’s a little fucker!!! Taranza needs a new partner and that partner is me
Oddly enough I do think people make him out to be a bit too much of a goody two shoes. Like he has done some mean things in the past and it wasn’t all Sectonia’s fault, he literally *stole* the Dimensional Mirror after all. Don’t get me wrong I think he’s a good person in the end, but cmon. He has committed crimes
Taranza in some corners of the fandom has kinda been turned into this forever crying baby who can never recover from losing Joronia and like, I never see people who do that write about the recovery and being able to move on to the final stage of grief.
HE IS NOT A SIMP, MY GOD
Everyone needs to stop reducing him to pathetic simp. He is allowed to grieve but he's probably one of the more mature characters within the series???
People disregard everything else about his character to make his tragic relationship with sectonia his only character trait. Not sure if this quite counts as woobifying since he does canonically still mourn her (and obviously seeing a close friend/crush go down the path of self destruction and ultimately die from it WOULD NOT be something you'd get over quickly). But I'm so tired of taranza in fanart and the like being an uwu softboy with Crying as his main character trait. Like he's canonically more than that! He goes full cocky villain mode when you confront him near the end of triple deluxe and he can pack a punch in star allies with his magic! If you're going to write about him prove that you don't just know about the guy from twitter artwork!
And here’s a graph!
Anyways, thanks everyone for your submissions!
What I’ve learned here is important: We’re all fucking delusional.
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Do you think Harry is handsome?
Let's answer this question properly so people can finally stop talking about this.
Technically, there's a quote from Rowling that says that James, while not as handsome as Sirius, is good-looking. Harry looks like James, so that should solve it.
This is not really about remembering what's written in the books (something JKR clearly doesn't know how to do) so we could even take that statement and be done with it.
But fuck JKR.
Let's start with James.
It's said that Sirius and James could have been mistaken for brothers. Obviously, while this is a reference to how close they were, it must also mean they looked kind of alike. After all, they were two tall white English posh boys with black hair. But Sirius is supposed to be incredibly handsome so I highly doubt you could mistake someone that is not conventionally good-looking for his brother.
You could add that the kind of arrogance James displays is very difficult to have if you are not somewhat good-looking. James is also very popular, and as good as the guy can be at Quidditch, he is a massive nerd, so to achieve the super-popular status he must have been good-looking.
When Lily shouts at him about messing up his hair, her accusation is that he is doing it to look cooler, never heard of someone that looks cooler by being less good-looking. His hypothetically looking like an idiot for doing it doesn't seem to align with his being popular and also, the guy has friends, and one of those friends is Sirius, if it made him look like an idiot he would know.
This could already settle the issue, but let's talk about Harry.
Harry starts the story as this short underfed thing but he changes during the story.
Between fourth and fifth year, he has his first growth spurt. He seems to have another between fifth and sixth year.
In the fifth book, Pansy substantially calls Harry ugly while he is on a date with Cho. Now, I'm sure she was exaggerating but he mustn't have looked like a model for her to be able to say that. What is also true is that Harry has gone through a growth spurt while being starved and hyper-stressed and with what? Four hours of sleep each night? He mustn't have looked at his best.
In fourth year, Cho, who is a year older, barely knows him (which means personality is not a factor), and is dating Cedric, a supposedly handsome guy, seems to kind of like him. She doesn't find him ugly for sure. Harry here is still pretty short so I imagine he must have a quite decent facial structure. To be fair, considering Cho's behaviour with the whole date/post-article mess, one could argue that maybe she just had a bit of a popularity fetish. This is up to everyone's personal interpretation I suppose.
At the start of sixth year, Hermione tells Harry that one of the reasons why girls like him is that he got taller, but it's just a way to say they find him good-looking. He wasn't short the year before, and sure now there's the difference that they don't think he is completely nuts, but the implication is very clear. If you think about it, it's pretty reasonable, this is probably the first time in Harry's life he looks healthy, surely the first time since he got tall. He spent nearly all summer at the Burrow being properly fed, playing Quidditch under the sun, and falling in love which is always good for the skin (I'm completely serious, it's a hormones thing).
After the war, Harry becomes an Auror, so he definitely is very much in shape. And we have already established he has a good facial structure, he's tall, and his messy hair is recognised as attractive. And, I mean, the combination of black hair and green eyes must not be horrible.
At last, let's talk about something I'm sure no one cares about besides me. Harry and Ginny's stories are built in parallel because they are meant to be equals. They are both popular, they are both charismatic, and they are both famous. Ginny is meant to be this undisputably beautiful girl, so undeniably beautiful that not even the people who hate her can deny it. If Harry isn't, not necessarily as good-looking but still conventionally good-looking, the structure gets ruined.
So, yeah, Harry is handsome. Not Sirius handsome, but handsome.
[If someone writes me that attractiveness is subjective I swear to God, I'm blocking them. We are talking about conventional beauty here. And, yes, knowing if a character is or is not conventionally good-looking is pretty important to be able to write them correctly]
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Remember back in last summer when I read R. A. Salvatore's Dark Elf trilogy?
I moved on to its sequels, the Icewind Dale trilogy, with its first book the Chrystal Shard. Well, technically the Icewind Dale was written first, and the Dark Elf was written afterwards as a prequel, but this one's chronologically set few years or so later. Not sure what word to use here.
Anyway!
I actually finished this one sometime around the new years, I just couldn't think of what to say about the book, but I just finished the second book of the trilogy, and that one I do have words about, and it felt weird to just skip this one.
I have a faint memory of reading in some old gaming magazine how this book was written in, like, four weeks. Which is an absolutely bonkers achievment! But also, yeah, I can see it. Few rewrites might have done the book some good.
It's... a book. It has a plot? And characters, who... do stuff? There's very little in terms of character developement or interaction, or description, or worldbuilding. The book has a habit of skipping over all the stuff that I personally like in my fiction, and focuses mostly in just telling how evil the bad guys are, how awesome the heroes are (except Regis), and how they fight or prepare to fight.
Also it was written in the eighties, so a lot of the tropes are very... well, eighties.
The book begins with the gathering of all the barbarian tribes (proud warrior human) for an attack against the Ten Towns (your basic human townspeople). This is important, because as the barbarian army gets defeated, one of their young lads, Wulfgar, gets into battle with one of the Main Characters, Bruenor the dwarf, who knocks him unconscious and basically adopts on the spot. Bruenor basically claims him as a servant for five years to teach him to value the townspeoples.
Cue five years of bonding, except we don't see any of it, because the story skips from that moment straight to the "five years have passed"-moment, where Bruenor throws Wulfgar to Drizzt, the dark elf protagonist of the prequel trilogy.
Oh, and Catti-Brie, Bruenor's adopted human daughter is also there. I think she had few speaking lines in the book. (I have a feeling Wulfgar was planned as the Young Protagonist character, and you can't have a Young Protagonist without a Love Interest. It's the eighties. Look, they even talk once! Not that there'd be any actual chemistry, that would require feelings and character interaction. But look, they are two young, conventionally attractive human characters of opposite sex and approximately same age!)
And the last member of the party is Regis, a halfling rogue, who has a stolen ruby amulet from his backstory. Regis is fat, lazy and a coward, a.k.a. the obligatory comic relief.
So there's this evil crystal shard that picks up a failure of a wizard apprentice who gets dumped by his wizard friends after said friends convince him to murder his master for them. The crystal shard then spends most of the book corrupting the wizard and giving him power, and it keeps amassing huge armies of Evil Races (tm) for him (goblins, orcs, ogres, trolls, giants and the aforementioned human barbarian tribes), and stuff.
The book's plot is basically this evil wizard working in the shadows for years, gathering an army, and said army attacking the Ten Towns, and the four protagonists (Drizzt, Wulfgar, Bruenorr and Regis. Catti-Brie is also kinda there, but doesn't really do much) being awesome and stopping them.
I don't really know what to make of this book. It doesn't feel satisfying to me much, personally. There's not much character developement, the main characters are pretty much smug badasses who whoop arse with an air of superiority. The only one with kinda internal character arc is Wulfgar, as he comes from a proud warrior people, and kinda learns to be less arrogant? I guess? I think it gets maybe a paragraph or two in the book.
None of the evil guys get really any fleshing out, maybe except the main baddie. The rest are basically as deep as their DnD stat sheets, and that's it. (And like how did a group of ogres/giants make a camp right next to the dwarves and don't get found out for a while, untill they grow arrogant and kill couple of them. Like, what are they eating? They somehow have food, and it's actually a plot point that they have flour, as Drizzt at one point steals a bag of flour as a "lucky charm", but these are ogres/giants from the frozen tundra who only steal and kill, where did they get flour?? The ogres/giants don't farm, that's explicitly not a thing, yet they have enough flour and other food to feed themselves for few weeks without raiding any farms and alerting anyone to their presence??? This is what I meant about worldbuilding, there are hoards of evil bad guys because you need bad guys to kill, but they work in video game logic of spawning and aggroing and don't actually have any logical support if you think about them too hard. Also the barbarians make no sense culturally. You can't just be all macho men battling each other to the death at every opportunity and hold your women as nothing but wives to be barely worth mentioning outside of "women and children" while supposedly living off of reindeer herda and expect me to believe they don't heroically battle each other to extinction faster than a reindeer sheds its antlers.)
And what baffled me the most in this book is how the main characters, who one would expect to be the DnD party of the story just... don't hang together much. They all have their own stuff, their own heroics that they do on their own. At most we get Wulfgar and Drizzt doing few fights together, as Drizzt teaches Wulfgar (the book skips over most of that and focuses more on their one raid to the ogre/giant camp, or the dragon battle they spent half of together), but otherwise the book seems to avoid having the characters actually interact anywhere.
Oh, right, there's also a dragon. It gets first mentioned about 2/3 - 3/4 into the book. It's dead by the end of the same chapter it gets first mentioned in. Wulfgar needed to do a heroic act to get his barbarian tribes to listen to him and bail from the evil wizard's army, so the book pulls a dragon for him to heroically slay. There's no foreshadowing for it, besides like the very final paragraph of the chapter before hinting about a story Wulfgar remembers his father telling him long ago.
This book sure likes telling a lot, yet showing very little of any of it. It keeps telling me these characters are the bestest of friends, but doesn't let them actually do anything as a group at any point. Even in battles they all take part in, they all fight separately.
All bad guys are Dumb and Evil, and all the good guys are... well at least the main fou-... three are superior and awesome and very smug about it, and they're all just kinda flat.
Eh.
I think this book is meant as an introduction to the setting and characters, as things do get mentioned in the sequel. It's just. This book in particular is pretty meh, and it took me, like, few months to get through, as I kept doing it at a page or two every evening -sorta speed (while brushing teeth before bed).
Just. Eh.
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been in a writing slump for the last lil bit, i currently have seven (yes, SEVEN) almost completed WIPs in my google docs, all varying characters and scenarios, a few that are requests and others that aren't. i'm gonna pop little descriptions and excerpts from each WIP below, if you guys want to please reply and cast your vote for which one you wanna see first i'll finish the one with the most votes and post it on friday! <3
untitled - kurt kunkle x fem!reader
decription: there basically isn't one, kurt is readers spree driver and she wants to fuck him real bad lmao
“W-want you, Kurt,” You stutter, unable to hold back your tears when he tugs your hair harder. The song changes, though your ears hardly register it. From this angle you can see the streetlights out the windows, painfully aware now of how open and public this is, how if the cops came you’d both be fucked. It doesn’t help how much you’re enjoying this.
Kurt groans when you finally give him what he wants, the reply he needed, all the anger on his face changing to bliss, “Tell my fans how good my cock is,” He’s smirking at you, grinning wider when your eyes pop open in realization. You tilt your head further back, finally aware that he’s been filming this on Live the entire time, just muting the noise of his notifications so you knew no better.
me, myself and why - modern day!eddie munson x fem!reader
description: eddie and reader are in a situationship that continues on no matter how much reader claims to want out. based on me, myself and why by alana springsteen.
You sit up in the bed that you’d wound up in at least three times a week for the last four months, and you curse yourself for being so stupid. You try not to let the pain overtake your features, try not to let him see that it’s bothering you — the rejection, and how your ‘relationship’ will be over just like that, because you were stupid with your own emotions.
“I don’t know what I was thinking,” You stutter, leaning over to the side to retrieve your clothes, a quiet little chuckle escaping your lips, and you know you look crazy, all wide eyed and trying to hold back the tears that are threatening to escape, “I probably wasn’t thinking at all, post orgasm haze and whatever.”
but i do - steve harrington x plus size fem!reader
description: our fave lil steve takes an interest in a plus size girl who's typically confident, though her confidence falters when they finally have sex.
So, when he approached you and asked you out, you really had to stop yourself from laughing directly in his face. Had he really gone through every single conventionally attractive woman in Hawkins? This had to have been some kind of joke. You knew his type — tiny, petite, usually brunette but nowadays he didn’t seem picky about hair colour. You were the furthest thing from what he went for.
You weren’t ugly, and you didn’t see yourself as ugly, either. But, you carried weight in your hips, your belly, your arms, your thighs. To most, that would make you ugly by default. You were told so, too, by a lot of people. Years of relentless nasty remarks had you struggling to come to terms with your body, but once adulthood took over you found yourself caring less and less, in turn surrounding yourself with people who loved you for you.
untitled - steddie x fem!reader
description: reader and eddie are fwb's, steve has a crush on reader. cue car shenanigans.
“Don’t turn around, but—“ You don’t even get the sentence out before Eddie’s whipping his head around like an idiot, facing exactly where Steve is standing, frozen like a deer caught in the headlights, a dark flush spreading on his cheeks before he’s turning away. He couldn’t have disappeared through the door to the break room any faster if he’d tried.
“What the hell was that, Munson? I fucking said not to turn around,” You hiss through gritted teeth, leaning forward to smack Eddie’s bare arm with your sundae spoon. Eddie feigns a little hurt noise in the back of his throat, rubbing at the red patch of skin where you’d spanked him with the silverware.
untitled - eddie x fem!reader x oc fem!character
description: an established lesbian couple live in the trailer next to eddie's. they catch him watching them, and decide to play into his fantasies.
Eddie Munson is a lot of things, but he’s not a creep. Or, at least, that’s what he tells himself as he fists tightly at his cock with his ringed fingers, mouth hung open in a silent moan as he watches you throw your head back, back arching deliciously and giving him a perfect view of your pouty lips, the curve of your tits, the hand wound tightly in Michelle’s permed hair.
He’d watched the whole scene unfold as Michelle backed you up against the sink with a hand wrapped around the back of your neck, tapping your thigh to signal you to jump up onto the counter. Her head disappeared under your short skirt not long after, and the moans followed quickly.
untitled - steddie x fem!reader
description: bootriding and blowjobs. that's it. that's the fic.
“If you’re so desperate to get off, get on the floor and do it your fucking self,” Eddie snips, shoving you off of his lap until you’re dropping to the floor on your knees in shock. This seems to rouse Steve out of his own little bubble, and he looks down at you with large, bloodshot eyes. From this angle, you know your tits are spilling out from the neck of your little tank top, in Steve’s eyeline for him to gawk at — he takes the bait, eyeing up the supple flesh, shuffling in his seat uncomfortably.
“Go on then,” Eddie’s voice is dark, a tone he only ever uses when he’s annoyed at you — it’s pathetic how your pussy quivers when his words ring through your ears, because you’re in for it, he’s not going to make this easy on you, “Show Steve what a little slut you are.”
untitled - steddie x fem!reader
description: established couple eddie and reader decide they want to have fun with their new neighbour, older!steve.
“It’s okay, Steve — can I call you Steve?” Eddie asks, this shit eating grin on his face as he perches on his knees behind you, and Steve nods in return, “She’s just eager, she wants to please you. I’ll help guide her, from the straining in your pants I’d say she’s gonna need it.”
Steve whimpers, eyes going wide as they fly to watch you moving your fingers deftly to pop the button on his jeans. Eddie’s hands roam up your shirt, groping at the soft pudge of your belly, making you shiver - his own erection is as clear as day, as it digs into the small of your back.
#eddie munson smut#steve harrington smut#eddie munson x reader#steve harrington x reader#steddie x reader#WIP HELL#i'm begging for help y'all
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Hi, hello, I’m the original avatrice footy anon, and I’m just…absolutely besotted with what you’ve already given us. Ava as an enthusiastic goal scoring terror who can’t track back to save her life is perfect. Captain Beatrice, the world’s best and most dedicated footballer who also immediately agrees to have pizza (at her own house!!!) with her new teammate is also perfect. Thank you with the whole of my football loving, recovering half Catholic, one-of-my-favorite-sounds-is-when-a-boot-hits-a-ball-just-right heart.
[a tiny bit more for u as i chug along!]
/
you storm into coach superion’s office, your chest simmering with anger. it’s not the first time this has happened, and you know, unfortunately, that there’s no way it’ll be the last, but this club has treated you pretty well since you joined it.
‘hello, beatrice.’ she puts down her ipad. ‘sit?’
you keep pacing, too upset to stay still, which is why you started playing football and doing martial arts in the first place when you were a child.
coach superion just leans back in her chair and waves a hand.
‘have you seen the club’s latest instagram post?’
she lifts a brow.
‘okay, fine.’ you unlock your phone and step up to the desk, hand it to her.
she looks for a few seconds and then scoots it back to you. ‘what’s the problem?’
‘we won the last game, as a team, and so did the men’s side, and they posted ava and michael salvius together.’ not together together, really, just a funny photo of them during lunch, smiling over taco bowls in their training gear.
‘yes. they both scored in the last game though. ava, a hat trick even.’
‘i was there. i assisted two of those goals.’
‘i was quite happy with your performance, as always, beatrice.’
you don’t even know how to put into words the feeling in your body, like an open-handed punch to the wall, or getting stepped on with metal studs.
‘beatrice,’ coach superion says, gentle, and you hate it.
‘i just — i hate that ownership and social are so… enthusiastic about using conventionally attractive white players in our promo. and, come on, men’s and women’s promo together? you have to know what people will think.’
‘do you think that?’
you feel your cheeks flush, tamp down the ugly stinging in your hands at how hard ava had laughed at michael’s joke during physical therapy recovery yesterday, how they like to get dinner together sometimes. you know they’re friends, but — 'i'm not jealous.'
coach superion pauses and blinks a few times, then says, ‘i agree with you, about how our club should not only promote white players. and, as i always have, i can promise you that i will do everything in my power to make sure that doesn’t happen. you, and mary, and dora, and camila, are so important to our team and are at the heart of our success.’
you feel a little bolstered by the words; you have found a home here, and you trust coach superion — but you feel a different kind of upset and angry, one you don't think you really have the capacity or bravery to explain.
as always, coach superion seems to know that, though. ‘but, beatrice, beyond that,' she says, 'i think you have a little sorting out to do on your end.’
you fight back the very unprofessional instinct to just groan. ‘i’ll — i’ll see you tomorrow. thank you for your time.’
you can see coach superion fighting what you’re sure is a laugh at your expense, but you just stand straight and nod.
‘don’t forget, you have a presser with silva tomorrow before the match this weekend.’
great. ‘yes. thank you.’
‘have a good evening, beatrice.’
you leave before you demolish even more of your dignity.
/
the presser goes just about as you’d thought it would: ava is the furthest from media trained but charms the room relentlessly — she’s funny, and smart, and can answer questions in four languages fluently. you are media trained, and ava defers to you for some of the harder, more complex questions about tactics and style of play. things are going fine, and you think you’ll be able to make it out blessedly free of anything annoying, but then —
‘for ava,’ a reporter says, and ava nods. ‘you have a great friendship with michael salvius, it seems, one that’s very popular on social media. can you tell us a little bit about that?’
you’re about to jump in, because what the hell, but then ava frowns.
‘michael is my friend, yes. he’s kind, and i enjoy spending time with him. we think of football in similar ways.’ it’s diplomatic and you’re pleasantly surprised. ‘but, if you’re insinuating that we might be more than friends because we eat lunch together sometimes and were in an instagram post, not only are you definitely wrong, but that’s just really fucking gross and weird.’
you should step in: you’re captain and a media veteran, but ava’s on a roll, and who are you to stop her, really?
‘beyond that, michael and i are both white players, and we’re both new to a club that is really diverse, on both the men’s and women’s sides. if you’re looking for a face of this team, and this club, and even football itself, you have beatrice right here.’
you take a sip of your gatorade immediately to hide the blush you feel all over your face.
‘she’s the best player i have ever played with,’ ava says, and when she looks over at you and smiles you can’t help but smile back. ‘i enjoy spending time with her, and she’s kind. i think she thinks of football in a far purer way than me, but i have something to learn from that too.’
‘i believe, most fundamentally, in tracking back on defense,’ you find yourself saying, almost involuntarily, and ava rolls her eyes good-naturedly while the room laughs.
‘i’m looking forward to continuing to make sure the women of color i play with have space and the accolades they rightfully deserve. i’m very honored to be on this team.’ ava smiles at you, like she really means it. ‘any other questions?’
/
‘thank you,’ you say, as you’re both walking back to the locker rooms.
ava rolls her eyes. ‘idiot reporters. i don’t really care about the post, because michael is my friend, but, like, what the fuck.’
‘well, michael is easy on the eyes.’
it takes a second to snort a laugh. ‘what are you, like seventy?’ she elbows you playfully. ‘but anyway, i meant it. you are kind. i hope we’re, you know, friends?’
‘we are,’ you say, a little desperate feeling in your chest at the word. ‘yes.’
’sick,’ ava says. ‘also, there’s promo for pride month, right? soon?’
it’s late april, so — ‘it should be on the schedule for next week.’
‘cool,’ ava says. ‘well, i’d like the set the story gay and be in it at some point, if that’s okay.’
this isn’t exactly groundbreaking information to you, but you can’t hide the way your hands shake and you have to swallow. ‘you’re gay?’
‘no,’ ava says. ‘bi, queer, whatever. not particularly passionate about being cis. but my pun wouldn’t have landed quite as well.’
it takes a second for you to, like, be normal, but you end up laughing, a real laugh, far more relieved than you want it to sound. ‘thanks, for sharing.’
ava grins. ‘you gonna be in it with me?’
you never have before; every year, mary and shannon were leaders for pride month, and you happily orchestrated everything behind the scenes. you kneel for the anthem and always wear a rainbow armband and you never post anything personal on social media; you’ve never had a partner, so you’ve let people believe what they’ll believe so far.
‘i — i’m not sure,’ you say, will your voice to stay steady. ‘i’m not sure i’m… ready, to be out like that.’
‘that’s cool,’ ava says. ‘totally up to you, you know i support whatever you want. but, i’m just saying, we would make one hell of an instagram post. think of the comments on that.’
you feel a little lightheaded at the prospect of the world speculating you and ava silva are dating, but in a way that’s calm. ‘well, maybe.’
‘you’re beautiful and hot, bea. don’t forget it. and, like, so am i, so…’
you roll your eyes. ‘and humble, your most inspiring quality.’
‘hey,’ she says, ‘i scored a hat trick two days ago.’
‘i assisted you on two of those.’
‘exactly my point,’ she says. ‘we make a great team.’
she winks and you just shake your head, not bothering to fight the smile on your lips or the warmth in your chest.
#wn#warrior nun fic#avatrice#footy au#honestly this entire fic is funny bc they're just disasters & there aren't life or death stakes#a joy#but also the politics in football are abysmal so enjoy my tiny little soapbox at any given opportunity lol
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What's A3
I'm SO glad you asked!
A3! (Act! Addict! Actors!) is a mobile game that was launched in Japan in 2017. (It also got an English version in 2019, but that was discontinued in 2021 and fully shut down in 2022. Sigh.)
The game follows Mankai Company, an acting troupe comprised of twenty (later twenty-four) cute and conventionally attractive male characters, an assortment of side characters, and You, the theatre's director (default name Izumi Tachibana). You play by collecting cards (souped-up jpegs) of the characters through the in-game gambling system or through playing "events" aka limited-time competitions, leveling up your cards' power stats, and then using them to compete in events so you can get more cards like some sort of gacha-based Sisyphean boulder.
Ahem. While the gameplay itself is pretty simplistic - while it can get competitive, it only requires a little bit of strategizing and time management on the player's part. You can literally play while also scrolling through tumblr - the main appeal comes from the story and characters, who are all very fun and interesting. Each character feels nuanced and in-depth, and one of my favorite things about this fandom is the sheer love people have for their faves, whether it's expressed through fanart, fanfiction, memes, or analysis. Despite the premise, the story is actually very light on romance with more of a focus on found family, which I find refreshing. (Don't worry, the romance can still be there if you want it to be XD.) Explaining what I love about each character would be another post entirely, so in conclusion, I'll leave you with these links.
Yaycupcake - the A3 wiki, an absolute godsend, has fan translations of most stories. To get started, read the prologue and Acts 1-4 of the main story, then head on over to the events, which have eleven-episode ministories and exclusive cards with their own backstage stories
This post - links to an archive of the official English translation (highly recommended)
Obligatory spotify playlist link
If you do want to actually download the game, you can do so off the Japan app store using an APK if you're an android user. If you're an iphone user...I can't help you :/. I also recommend downloading a screen translator app if you don't know Japanese, if only so you don't accidentally delete your progress.
Aside from the game, we also have an anime (which I cannot, in good faith, recommend), several stageplays (better, but can be difficult to track down), and a movie (that I haven't seen).
That pretty much covers it? Sorry you unlocked the rambly infodump haha but we're always excited to see interest in our little acting blorbo simulator ^_^
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Love your takes on the fruity four/st*ddie/ronance constantly being treated as nothing but “emotional support lesbians” bc that’s exactly how I feel, it was fun at first and then everything had to included st*ddie. Like on fan art of Steve & Robin & Nancy or Argyle & Jonathan & Robin & Nancy & Steve I’ll literally see people in the comments asking where Eddie is (which is SO damn rude, this ain’t the fruity four it’s the Alive Five), plus fan art tagged as fruity four when it’s only st*ddie and Robin. And if I’ve said this once I’ll say it a thousand times, but I’d Steve and Eddie had both been women in the show they’d have like 1000 fics max and they’d only be a main pairing in about 40% and of those 40%, half of them would be those “50/50” (it’s never actually 50/50) ronance/st*ddie fics. Anyways, sorry to just dump all this in your inbox, I just want to tell you that you’re right lol
nonono don't apologize this is all true and great!!! i completely agree
i was literally telling my mum about it earlier and said, "if steve and eddie had been girls and robin and nancy had been boys no-one would ship steddie and everyone would ship ronance" bc it's true. how fucking big the steddie fandom is is proof that you don't need actually need any chemistry, just put two conventionally attractive white men together and bada bing bada boom, you have a ship that overshadows everything else
also steddies have LITERALLY made me not care about eddie and think he's annoying. like eddie only had 42 minutes of screen time (i looked it up) and argyle definitely had more than that (the whole cali arc) and yet there's very few people that care about argyle. and sure, some of that is thanks to the duffers (who made him little more than a stereotype, just like they did with erica), yet if jquinn had played argyle and viceversa...
what annoys me the most, probably, outside of all that's already been mentioned, is how they act like he's 100% besties with nancy, robin and steve. when... hello??? have you watched the show??? the only reason they're even talking to him is because he got accused of murder when the actual culprit was the alternate dimension they've been fighting for the last three years. eddie's only friend in the group is dustin. that's it. he's not besties with robin, nancy, or steve. yet people really act like he's #Besties with them??? like girl. no. get out
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hi! sorry for ranting in ur inbox but you do say you're a jonathan byers stan soo....does it ever make you mad that the GA and the fandom reduces jonathan's character to taking the pictures in episode two??
never mind the fact that he's grown over four seasons since then and hasn't done a single shitty thing like that again. never mind that he's been the rock of the byers family for years and years after lonnie left and loves them so much that he would give up going to college to be there for them. never mind that he's been an incredible brother to will for will's whole life and canonically accepts him and loves him for who he is. never mind anything that makes jonathan great, the fandom just has to reduce him to one poor action.
and it's never the other characters either. as much as i love steve, he was a serious asshole in s1, but he grew and changed and the fandom loves him for it. they acknowledged steve's character development and celebrated him for it. but not jonathan - it's only jonathan that is forever held to his mistakes and is never allowed the space to grow :(
no, you’re perfectly fine! believe me, i’ll never pass up an opportunity to defend jonathan byers lol.
if i’m being completely honest, yeah. it’s one of the things that annoys me most about this fandom. jonathan made one mistake in season one that he apologized for and continued to learn from whereas steve made mistakes as well and never apologized yet according to the GA, he’s redeemable but jonathan isn’t?
listen, i will be the first person to admit that what jonathan did in season one was creepy but like i said, he apologized and nancy forgave him. beyond that, it’s not really our decision to hold that grudge against him. you’re allowed to not like a character but if this one action is the one thing that you continue to hold over his head, then you’re a lost cause.
i’ll never hide the fact that i’m not the biggest fan of steve but some steve stans get on my nerves when it comes to jonathan. a lot of these people go around unironically saying “mommy steve 🥺” all the time or cracking jokes about how steve got his “6 little nuggets” yet they refuse to acknowledge the very real fact that jonathan raised will. jonathan is and always will be more of a father figure to will than lonnie ever has been. jonathan was the boy who while in high school, got up in the morning to make sure his little brother got breakfast. worked extra long shifts to help his mom pay the bills. checked the trunk of his fathers car for his brother. he was left to plan wills funeral on his own at the age of 16. it seems that because jonathan isn’t conventionally attractive or friends with a random child or an asshole, everybody overlooks everything he had to go through before the show even started. it’s not fair that every other character is allowed room to grow and embrace their character development but he isn’t…
i’d also like to add on that jonathan is an 18 year boy who had to deal with all of the previous stuff i mentioned on top of supernatural activities in his hometown and a long distance relationship. let the kid smoke weed and deal with his trauma his own way. thank you.
anyways, i’m sorry for ranting the way that i did. i just love jonathan sm.
#stranger things#byler#mike wheeler#will byers#jonathan byers#jancy#nancy wheeler#steve harrington#jargyle#stonathon
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Hi can i request 4, 24 and 30 with jealous hyunsuk!
does he love you the way i do?
pairing: jealous jihoon best friend! hyunsuk x in a relationship!reader
warning: jealous suk, smut?, angry jihoon, sliiiiight angst
author's note: everyone loves #25 wow! i hope you like it :)
"hey baby!" jihoon's slurred voice comes from behind you as he crashes into you, slinging an arm around your stiff body.
"hi. can we go soon?" you ask, voice slightly shaking. it wasn't that anything had happened yet, but parties scared you. at least half of your friends had been assaulted at a party before, and jihoon leaving you alone with college guys leering at you really wasnt making you feel any better.
"pshh now why would you wanna leave? the party goes for at least three more hours! i'm gonna go get more vodka. you need to drink some too."he removes his arm and stumbles away, and you swear you can hear a faint, "you need to lighten up," being said.
suddenly the front door beside you opens, and you jump. three or four more people pour in, one of them looking familiar. hyunsuk.
you'd met jihoon's admittedly attractive friend a handfull of times, and you were always impressed with him. he was always respectful of you, and whenever you saw him, he met your eyes with a cute smile on his face.
you'd heard jihoon's other friends complain that hyunsuk wasn't as conventionally attractive as them but you called bullshit. jihoon was good-looking yes, but hyunsuk had an originality to him that made him seem unique. special even.
you knew thinking these things wasn't good or healthy, but even you had to admit jihoon had been treating you like shit lately. i mean, what boyfriend wouldn't be concerned for their partners safety?
"hey!" hyunsuk whispered- or rather, he shouted at you, but it sounded like a whisper amongst the loud music and conversations.
"hi!" you yelled back, and he raised a hand up to his ear, as if to say 'speak louder.' after a few minutes of trying to understand each other, he finally pulled you into a bedroom on the next floor.
the music was still insanely loud, but you could hear each other. "hi,' you said again, albeit meekly.
"hi. where's jihoon?" he asked straight away, and you wanted to kick yourself. of course he wanted to know where his friend was. why were you expecting him to want to speak to you.
"not sure. he said he was getting more vodka, and that was thirty minutes ago." you admit, feeling bad you didn't know his location.
"wait," hyunsuk said, after a second. "you don't know where he is?" his expression changed to concern.
"i'm sure he's fine-" you tried to soothe him.
"i'm not concerned about him!" he exploded. he blinked a couple times and seemed to tell himself to calm down.
"he shouldn't leave you alone in a place like this. wait- i thought you didn't even like parties?"
"i don't..."
hyunsuk ran a hand over his face, accidentally messing up his hair. "okay. do you want me to take you home?" he offered. you honestly wanted to say yes, you really wanted to go home but...
"won't jihoon be mad?" you ask, hesitantly.
"to hell with him, what do you want?"
"you." you blurt out, and throw your hand over your mouth, eyes wide.
he looks just as shocked as you, but at the same time, almost a little, proud?
"do you mean it?" he whispers, taking one of your hands in his.
"i-i-do." you confirm, giving him a tiny smile.
"aw, love, i like you too." he revealed, pulling you into an engulfing hug.
"b-but, what about jihoon?" the guilt set in on you at the same time as the comforting feeling of his warm hug.
"he doesn't love you like i do. like i can. be with me instead." he held your shoulders, as if trying to make you understand.
you hold his hand and lean up. if you were going to do this, you might as well kiss him, right? kissing jihoon had never felt like this. with jihoon, you could tell he was skilled, but it was all about him having control.
with hyunsuk, with him, it felt like heaven. the feeling of his soft lips on yours, the feeling of him being slow and caring with you made you melt into him.
he pulled away and saw your dialated eyes and sighed. "don't look at me like that love, you don't know what it does to me."
"probably the same way i feel when you look at me."
and that was all it took. all thoughts of jihoon were gone as his lips landed on your neck, gently sucking hickeys, that you knew would come back to bite you later but all you could think of hyunsuk. how good he made you feel, how special.
he backed you up to the bed and laid you down. "you like this- it makes me so happy." he murmured, gently tracing his fingers down your body, and contorting you into a mating press. (why- well, i guess he felt possesive)
"i never knew you were this flexible, love."
"well, you make me happy."you say, circling back to his first comment, and he smiles, and for once you feel something different than just attraction. you swear it feels like it's like your heart has clicked into place, whirled into motion, all in a swirl of butterflies taking over your body.
everything washes over you in a blur, him pulling your clothes off, him sliding into your wet heat, all the pleasure clouding your mind.
"where should i-"
"in me..." you choke out, still stuck on the feeling of your orgasm approaching.
"WHAT THE FUCK-" the door bursts open to an eyes blazing, chest heaving, angry jihoon.
#choi hyunsuk#hyunsuk smut#hyunsuk imagines#treasure fic#treasure imagines#treasure smut#treasure#jihoon drabble#jihoon smut#park jihoon
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i’m not sure if kirby’s relationships with her classmates in scream 4 is as interesting a topic as her dynamics with the core four but if you have any thoughts i would love to hear them!! ❤️ jill charlie olivia and robbie and all of them
Ahhh this is a fun question! I'm going to be pulling somewhat shamelessly from my fic i'll be your dead bird, you'll be my bloodhound because it gets into a lot of my main headcanons about them! Also because I love that fic and more people should read it
Let's get the cat out of the bag right from the start: she was in love with Jill. We all joke about her surviving a codependent homoerotic teenage friendship, but that's what that was, without a doubt. Jill was her first love, her first kiss (they had to practice. for boys), and the person that she always, always wanted to protect. She totally accepted that she was the sidekick, that her main role in life was to lift up Jill Roberts.
As a consequence of that, she always hated Trevor. Had literally no idea what her best friend saw in the guy. Okay, sure, he's conventionally attractive, but he has all the personality of a napkin drifting in the wind under a freeway. However, Jill was the most important thing, so she kept her opinions to herself when they were actually dating and only got to be a bitch once the cheating allegations came to light.
Similarly, there was a childhood jealousy of Olivia. Jill and Olivia were best friends first because they were neighbors, so they went on neighbor playdates. Ironically, while Jill's interest in boys created friction in the friend group, when Olivia started dating, it was a relief, because she was no longer the immediate competition.
Now, did Jill actually love her back? Insomuch as she was capable of loving anyone, maybe. She liked the attention that she was getting, absolutely. That's maybe the most honesty we can ask for.
Robbie and Kirby have such an interesting dynamic to explore. Based on the casting call for Kirby and everything else about her, I think it's pretty clear that Olivia and Jill were the popular ones, and Kirby's social status was dependent on her being in with them, because otherwise she's just as much of a dork as the Cinema Club guys. There's a bit of self-reflection through the other with Robbie that lends her to keep her distance, be more sardonic towards him, because anything else might cause her place to slip. She pities him.
Charlie was the last person to join their little social web -- they obviously didn't meet until high school ("4 years of classes together," etc.) Now, you know how pairs of people tend to happen? Jill was dating Trevor, Robbie was head over heels for Olivia, that left Charlie and Kirby.
Enter the most toxic lesbian/straight man dynamic, a universal experience for those of us who graduated high school in the 2010s. You meet a guy who shares some of your interests. You realize he's kind of a pompous dick about it. You grow to hate his guts. Through the shadow of heteronormativity, everyone thinks this is flirty bickering, but you genuinely hate this man.
Bisexual Kirby truthers, I see you and I respect you, but I don't see it. At no point before the almost-kiss does anything register beyond "jfc can you go be annoying somewhere else." Now, drunk and realizing that she might die and that she's fallen behind all her peer's social benchmarks, here's when comphet sneaks in, tells her, Hey, this boy is interested in you. You don't want to die a total loser, do you?
The inherent tragedy of Kirby Reed: knowing that your place in the school's social hierarchy is entirely dependent on the whims of the girl you happen to be in love with, who all the time is chiding you about the boy you should like
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Thinking thoughts about Ethan Winters
Been trying to dissect the character of Ethan Winters to try and figure out what makes him tick, and y'know what-
The vibe I'm getting is the kind of guy who's just hostile to everything that feels weird to him because he's afraid it's going to ruin his image as a Normal Guy. I feel like a reason this scares him is because he knows it's all he has going for him.
He's not particularly charming. He's not especially clever. He's likely spent his life coasting by on being a conventionally attractive cis white guy.
The kind of vibe I'm getting is similar to Betty Draper from Mad Men - going through the motions of a life that doesn't actually bring him any joy because he's internalized that this is just what you have to do.
In both RE7 and RE8, Ethan kills a bunch of people while believing that he and they have absolutely nothing in common. In Ethan's mind, he's normal, but these other people are all just monsters, and that's that. He sees no point in considering why they're like this and how they feel about their circumstances. Eveline is, I think, the most outstanding example of this. She's literally just a neglected, traumatized kid, acting out in a way that neglected, traumatized kids can do (albeit with a capacity to cause harm amplified by virtue of having a biology that other kids don't). Ethan never once registers the utter tragedy of Eveline, and he directs his anger toward the traumatized child, not at the adults who traumatized her.
In RE8, Ethan kills the four lords, whom he also regards as nothing more than revolting monsters that he has nothing in common with. He is, after all, just a Normal Guy. Not a Mutant Freak. He could never. Right?
And well, that's when Ethan discovers that he isn't just a Normal Guy (at least, in his reckoning of what constitutes a Normal Guy.) He's been a megamycete mutant for awhile now. He doesn't really and truly process this, he doesn't really think about what it means; he just soldiers on in his quest. And then he dies.
Diagetically, this is explained as the consequence of Ethan being critically injured and exhausted. It's implied that he might have even survived if he hadn't decided to fight Miranda. But one could argue that thematically, Ethan's death is ultimately caused by his own lack of imagination. He can't imagine how he could possibly go on living as a mutant freak. The narrative he's been telling himself for years, that mutant freaks deserve to die because they are mutant freaks, is probably gnawing at him from his subconscious. Evaline's cruel taunts could be interpreted as reflections of what Ethan himself already believes - one could argue that she's just throwing back the hatred that he's been unknowingly exposing her to for years.
Now of course, since Miranda walled off the village with mold, it's not as if Ethan could've gone to Chris Redfield for help... right? Well, I mean, it sure never seems to have crossed Ethan's mind that he could've just asked the mold to Stop Being In The Way Please and let Redfield and Pals inside.
The thing about the mold is, it's not inherently antagonistic or malicious; it's only as antagonistic and malicious as the people who influence it. So far, we've seen it under the influence of a troubled child and a parent who thinks her precious little girl is entitled to have the whole world. There's no reason to think that Ethan couldn't influence it, if he wanted to.
But for Ethan to recognize this and try to use that information to his advantage, he would have to question many of his assumptions about the monstrous and would have to go off his Normal Guy script. "Become Benevolent Mold Wizard" is a thing that Ethan can't even conceive of, because he's confined himself to a very tiny box that he refuses to leave for fear of what other people would think.
One could argue that what really killed Ethan Winters was a fear-driven refusal to question the meaning and value of "normal." The uncritical fear and hatred he directed toward anything outside of his own perception of normality turned into self-hatred when he finally realized that he himself wasn't normal. And if everyone else was worthy of death by simple virtue of being a "freak," then so, too, was he.
In a sense, I feel like Ethan Winters was always an extremely doomed man. If nothing weird had ever happened to him, he'd have likely gone on acting out the motions of a "normal" life, always afraid of what might happen if he didn't live up to expectations but never really understanding why he never felt any genuine emotional fulfillment. This likely would have led to a midlife crisis where he desperately tried to fill the aching void with all the things society and capitalism tell men that they should find fulfilling. He'd have likely lived as long as anyone with his particular forms of privilege might, but unless he reached a place where he was willing to question his beliefs and fears it would likely have been a very hollow existence.
In conclusion, fuck capitalism and embrace the fungus; the life you save might be your own.
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4. “You probably don’t want to watch this.”
Jay had one hand resting on the back of the couch while he leaned on it, his other hand hovering close to his face so that he could bite the nail of his thumb. Anxiety had been surging through him for the last twenty four hours, with no relief, no chance to stop and breathe, and he hadn't slept a wink all night. Even being in a place with plenty of people around, with both of his partners in bed with him, there hadn't been anything that made it possible for him to settle.
Turning on the news as soon as there was coffee probably wasn't the best idea they'd ever had, but there wasn't much else to do with their morning. And there was something oddly soothing about having the same information fed to them over and over again, a comfort in knowing what was coming each time. If they knew it was coming, it wouldn't be such a shock, wouldn't be so jarring and disturbing and sudden. If they knew it was coming, it could be like any other story on the news, not some unwelcome blast from their past.
He didn't look away from the screen or the scene there, the house with yellow police tape and too many official cars around it to count. It was probably the same number as the bodies inside - mostly irrelevant, but too many. The details of the particular case had been shared during a debrief the morning before, things that hadn't been shared with the general public. The mask that had been found at the scene, the pictured taken of each wound, the evidence that lined up with the same method of attack from fifteen years before...
It couldn't be the same people. One of them was dead and the other was locked away forever. But the similarities were there, and it had put all three survivors of that first attack into such a state that sleeping at home was impossible.
That fact had led to using the bags they kept in Jay's truck, two days' worth of clothes and medication, and curling up together in a not entirely unfamiliar spare bedroom. Sleeping still hadn't been on the agenda, at least not for Jay and Mouse, but that didn't really matter. They felt safer in Hank's house than in their own apartment, if history really was coming back to haunt them, or even if it wasn't. A certain level of trust had developed, over the years, with all three people who had pulled them out of that bloody house. And that bond had only gotten stronger when they all worked together on a daily basis.
Jay still didn't look up from the television when he heard footsteps on the wooden floors. He didn't even blink when a figure moved into his space, leaning over the back of the couch to grab the remote from the cushion that Mouse had set it on. The morning was barely starting, but they'd been in their positions for half an hour. Mouse had perched on the very edge of the couch, practically minimizing the space between himself and the news story, while Jay was stood behind him, his thumb still in a barely safe position in front of his teeth. There was a comfort in knowing the details of the attack that was being reported on, but that didn't make their anxiety disappear.
"You probably don't want to watch this..."
Hank shook his head while he switched the channel. It went from the news to some early morning cooking program, violent attack from a masked killer to some conventionally attractive television personality talking about eggs. Maybe the friendlier face should have calmed them down, but Jay could feel his back getting even more tense while he stood up straight.
"That's what you both wore yesterday. Go change, and I'll worry about breakfast. I think the team will understand if we get in a little late today. And... Mouse, put the coffee down."
The only real response he got was a dismissive hand wave and an audible sip, and neither of them expected more. If this was anything like last time, they would be lucky if they heard another word from Mouse for the rest of the week. But that was fine, as long as he was alive and safe, no matter how the rest of this case played out. For all they knew, it really was just a coincidence, and they would wrap it up in a few days just like every other case they took on, and it would be over again as quickly as it started. That was the best they could hope for.
"I gave him decaf." Shaking his own head, Jay sighed and stepped back from the couch. He had to consciously pull his thumb away from his mouth, checking to make sure his anxious nibbling didn't break skin. "We'll change, and I'll wake up Hailey. We can be ready to go in an hour. Thanks for letting us stay last night."
"Don't thank me just yet. We have to catch the guy who did this."
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#answered#lovelymysticmoon#shae tag#alex writes things#scream au*#one chicago#cpd#chicago pd#jay halstead#mouse gerwitz#greg gerwitz#greg mouse gerwitz#hank voight#thinking a normal number of thoughts about this au
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Social Anxiety and Pretty Privilege in Anime
Disclaimer: If you enjoy any of the following anime the way they are and do not want my take on this, feel free to skip this post. I'm not saying that any of these shows are bad in any way, but I will be looking at it from a viewer's perspective on how well it portrays social anxiety disorders. I do have social anxiety myself, but I am hardly the poster dino for it as the condition varies from person to person. This is just my own take on my own blog, and you're free to disagree, but I encourage you to do so respectfully as my feelings are easily hurt.
Some more anime were added below.
Anime Mentioned:
Komi-san wa, Comyushou desu.
Cool Doji Danshi
Romantic Killer
*(I did not finish Cool Doji Danshi or Komi-san season 2)
The Halo Effect: The halo effect is the tendency for positive impressions of a person, company, brand, or product in one area to positively influence one's opinion or feelings in other areas (Wikipedia). In this case, we will be looking at it in the case of people who are conventionally good-looking being seen more positively. This specificity also describes the popular term: Pretty Privilege.
Since this is the only anime in the list that I finished, I will start things off here. Romantic Killer does a great job portraying symptomology of social anxiety even if it would more closely resemble PTSD in this character's case (although I'm not an expert on the topic). His behaviours and responses change his everyday life, and when it's revealed why he reacts in certain ways, it is not romanticized in any way. It's not played for giggles. If anything, it subverts the trope of the "cool guy" to a whole new level. I'm not saying that shows need to get on his level of backstory (because quite frankly, I don't want every show I'm watching to turn into a psychological thriller in the last few episodes), but I like how this show interprets the symptomology of a panic attack in a way that feels incredibly realistic. For a show that is literally 99% comedy, they certainly got me there.
I get what Cool Daji Danshi is trying to go for, and I do support it even if I can't get behind it or agree with it. Cool Doji Danshi goes with the approach of "These guys are clumsy and make mistakes, but they deal with it in different ways!" I watched the first four episodes to get a feel on what the show was trying to get at and what each of the guy was supposed to represent. The running theme seems to be that besides their social awkwardness and clumsiness all of them are conventionally good-looking in their universe, and people around them react unusually understanding and well because of it. People like me, not conventionally attractive with social anxiety, do not get this luxury whatsoever. If I mess up, it isn't an "oh, he's so cool even when he's absent-minded!" it's a "Never do that shit again. It's embarrassing, dude.", an incredibly judgemental stare, or just the conveyed emotions of absolute pity.
The same thing goes for Komi-san. Komi-san is described as a beautiful ethereal being, and everyone in the whole universe of that anime knows that. This is essentially Cool Doji Danshi's issue for me and cranking it up to a comedic level while consolidating all of it into one character. When I'm nonverbal, unable to speak, and sweating in social situations, it makes the atmosphere awkward. It makes things uncomfortable, and I know that this anime is built on overly exaggerated tropes, but I can't agree with a portrayal that uses the disorder for comedic effect. It just doesn't work for me. Nothing about these experiences is funny, and while there is a time and place to laugh at yourself, this show just felt exhausting to the point of being exploitative towards the disorder.
I wanted to focus on anime that are mostly framed around less heavy and more comedic tones (I swear, Romantic Killer is usually funny and lighthearted). There are other shows that tackle this too that I didn't mention like Welcome to the NHK or the notorious Watamote. There are other more serious anime that take on similar topics such as A Silent Voice and Anohana, but those are far from comedic.
As someone who runs into hurdles and difficulties daily due to social anxiety, it's nice to know that there is representation for people like me. However, I feel that some of these works shift the tone to comedic by making sure that those with social anxiety as an MC or lead character are inherently attractive. To me, social anxiety isn't being perceived as "cool and stoic" with a side of cute awkwardness. It can lead to you making bad social decisions, having a damaged perception of how the outside world looks, and it can seriously impede your everyday life (seriously, failed my driving test twice because I couldn't stop shaking and crying due to a stranger sitting in the car with me). It's not pretty, it's hardly comedic, and it would sure be nice to have a more mainstream show that shows that people with social anxiety can grow with the proper help and support without being born with good looks.
EDIT: Some more anime that came from Anon and my personal viewing.
Tsuritama was a fun watch! I don't remember a ton since I watched it years ago, but it is a relatable representation of what it feels like to drown in anxiety. It's also wacky. I never thought I'd like the duck that much.
I didn't watched Ookiku Furikabutte because I'm not a sports anime person, but I hear it's good!
Bocchi the Rock was not only a great watch, but I found it was an extremely accurate representation as well! Even though it was played off for comedic purposes, I can't say that it wasn't accurate to my being (seriously, even the exaggerated bits were a bit too much like me). Sure, it's an anime that's supposed to be marketed on "cute girls doing cute things", but it never actually says that social anxiety is cute. Heck, it even distinguishes the difference between introversion and social anxiety!
((That's me with my double bass. I hate it (joking)))
#social anxiety#mental health#anime#komi san wa komyushou desu#komi san has a communication disorder#cool doji danshi#romantic killer
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now that ur playing bg3, i really like ur media analysis takes and would love to hear ur thoughts on the fan reactions to astarion
I think in any case, when you see a group of characters like this, and the most prominent fan favorite is a hot, sad, broody white man with hours more content than the group's only black character, there isn't really an argument to be had about the cause of that. It's just racism. I wish that people would give Larian way more shit for it than they do
Under the cut for people who don't give a shit lol, these are more general writing observations possibly affected by not being very far into the game that I may feel differently about (positively or negatively) once I've finished it.
I haven't even gotten through act one yet (and I play Astarion origin, which actually gives me the absolute least of his content on a first playthrough of anyone playing this game) so I might revisit this when I actually know enough about the game to give a meaningful analysis but the long and short to me rn is that Astarion was made to elicit this fan response, they knew this would happen because they'd have to understand fans to know what fanservice would elicit the strongest responses (and there is a lot of fanservice in BG3), I think the ire towards annoying Astarion fans both from the standpoint that he is only the fan favorite because he's a hot white guy AND from the standpoint that most people don't even "get" him is very much appropriate.
Astarion is meant to be a subversion of the seductive and very sexual portrayal of the cunty prettyboy vampire, but (so far) I don't think it really resonates with me as a topic they handled well with consideration to how incredibly sexual BG3 is. I've mentioned it before, but I think it is honestly to this game's detriment a lot of the time how much sexual fanservice is in it, and I do not say this as in "there shouldn't be sex," I am an adult and I like sexual fanservice as much as anyone else, I just think that it very clearly takes precedence over the actual story a lot of the time, which isn't a decision I respect in a game that isn't supposed to prioritize that.
So far I can't really speak on if I think the writing of him and his narrative is ultimately gratuitous, even if you're being led to the conclusion that what happened to him was traumatic and disgusting and that your enabling of some of his behavior is not a good or healthy thing, I am inherently skeptical of it because I know these writers are aware that there is a sect of people who get off on portrayals of the types of abuse he faced. I think that fact in combination with his otherwise being written as he is leads me to conclude that the sexualization of him likely came first and the subversion of that came later, which I think is supported by the narrative surrounding Gale which is much more hesitant to explicitly acknowledge that Mystra groomed him. To me, even if Astarion does end up being well-written in this way, I kind of struggle to see that in a completely positive light or like it was always the sole intention to do right by victims of abuse.
Again, I could change my mind on some things further into the game, but I think this is a conversation people neglect when they get into fan treatment of Astarion aside from the very obvious element of racism in Astarion being the blatant favorite of both the writers and fans by virtue of being a conventionally attractive white guy. Which like. I don't understand why that's even an argument in the first place, because they didn't give Wyll four hours less content than him because he just couldn't contribute anything else to the story. Lol. Especially when you consider that even the nonhuman companions are given the features of conventionally attractive white people more often than not there's some pretty obvious bias.
#This is a bit of a mess but if any mutuals who have played mroe than me would like to chime in WITHOUT SPOILING ME PLEASE LOL I#would really like to hear your thoughts as well.#ask#bg3
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