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sketchy-rosewitch · 1 year

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hi! Hello! I think this is my first time requesting something from a favorite writer of mine- either way, and if it’s not too much to ask, could I get some Vincent Sinclair first meeting with an afab reader? But like, the reader is a fighter and is really aggressive when fighting off Bo or is in danger from a friend in a group she traveled with or something. You can decide the situation, but Vincent just gets so wowed and amazed by her spirit and just gets obsessed-

it can be smut (preferably-) or fluff, I really don’t mind! Also also, I just wanna say I LOVE your writing! Your ideas and the way you write the fiction is so interesting and it gives me so much inspiration to write on my own!

For the Hatred of Friends: Vincent x afab!reader

Warnings: attempt at SA by friends, morally grey reader, shitty friends, You know the drill (death), eating pussy out, PinV,

A/N: lol don’t know why this took me so long, my fucking bad 😤😤

But I’m so happy you like my writing it means a lot! ❤️❤️❤️🥰🥰

When you and your friends entered the museum it was cold. The air blew directly onto you and sent a chill down your spine.

The museum was interesting to say the least, not only did it hold wax figures but little sculptures of ballerinas and mythical creatures lined the shelves. There were also paintings too, all done by a man named Vincent, or the woman who had come up with the wax museum herself, Trudy Sinclair. All of it interested you, but to your friends it seemed like some joke. It’s what you hated about them, they all still acted like they were in high school. Immature and loud and not in a fun way.

“Let’s go upstairs.” Liam elbows you lightly and points at the stairs. You sigh and roll your eyes so hard you’re sure they’ll roll out of your head. “Come on, don’t be like that.”

“I don’t wanna go upstairs, you’re probably just going to fuck something up up there then I gotta sit here and explain what happened to Bo. So he can explain to the fucking owner why all of the sculptures are fucked up in some way.” Your voice gets slightly louder, Liam rolls his eyes this time.

“Whatever, Livy, You wanna check out the upstairs with me?” She peaks her head out from the kitchen and smiles.

“Sure as hell do!”

Your fists clench and unclench as you watch the two go up the stairs and in some other room.

Will comes out from behind a counter. You barely knew him, he was Livy’s friend from high school. He was nice and lacked less maturity than the other two. “You see the kitchen yet? I know Livy was in there already.” Will asks, you shake your head. “Let’s go see it, I bet it’s as cool as this living room.”

Will takes your hand, it feels weird but try and shrug it off so you could enjoy yourself.

He lets go of your hand and looks around, you stand at the entry way awkwardly , not really basking in the details. You notice that the maid had her face half melted off, probably do to her being in the sunlight in Louisiana. The black fabric of her dress was also faded due to sun damage.

“Come look at this.” Will says, he’s pointing at the details you can’t quite make out on the cabinets. Will steps back and you unfold your arms, walking over. The wax cabinets have a leafy flower pattern carved in it. It was beautiful.

“Isn’t it amazing.”

He leans over your body, you scowl and try to move away from him.

“Dude, move.”

“Sorry, why don’t we head upstairs with the other two?”

“I already told Liam I didn’t want to go upstairs. My mind isn’t gonna change just because you asked me.”

Will’s face falters slightly before he sighs. He grabs your arm and pulls you a bit. “Come onnn.”

You pull your arm off. “No, I’m about to just go back to the gas station. All three of you are driving me crazy!” Your voice gets louder and louder. You storm into the main room, you’re a few feet from the door when Will grabs you roughly. You let out a yelp and twist your arm to get out of his grip. He instead grabs your waist.

“I GOT HER!” Will shouts, you look at Will shocked and then up at the landing to see Livy and Liam making their way down.

Your foot stomps Will’s causing him to let go for a split second you run but Livy grabs you and throws you to the ground. You try and get up on your own, instead Will and Liam grab your upper arms holding you up. You wiggle and struggle in their grip.

“Poor baby.” Livy coos. You growl at her. She touches your face and you bite at her hand.

“The fuck is wrong with you guys?”

Livy touches your waist, you kick outwards causing Liam to groan and grip you tighter.

“Don’t you get it? We were waiting for something like this. No people around, nowhere to run, we can do whatever we want to you and just leave you here for dead and no one would know what happened.”

You swing your arms, a loud “Fuck you! The hell is wrong with you guys!” Comes from your mouth, you then kick around in attempt to get loose, one kick lands in Livy’s stomach and she cries out. “You’re a bitch is what’s wrong with you! We were waiting to use you and get rid of you!” Livy gets up and punches you in the nose, tears well in your eyes, your nose stings. You attempt to back hand Liam, the two men throw you on the ground and kick you.

You grab one of their ankles and pull, causing Liam to topple over.

Stomping is heard and it’s nothing like Livy or even Will’s feet. There’s a loud scream heard and all of a sudden blood is on your face. You’re quick to sit up, you look up seeing a tall man with jet black hair looking down at you. Your vision feels blurry and your brain doesn’t process his face. All you know is something is off about it.

Liam is heard crying and running up the stairs, the man goes after him. You look around and Will is nowhere to be seen either, next to you is a bleeding body, you assume is Livy’s.

Your head feels light so you lay down. Just for a second.

Your body slowly wakes up after hours of sleeping. You feel yourself on a bed and your eyes shoot open you look around frantically, not at all recognizing where you are.

You try and sit up, with your muscles feeling sore it was hard. A groan escapes your lips. As you look around the room , reality hits you bit by bit. Livy was dead, you’d have to guess Will and Liam were too the way you heard at least Liam screaming before you passed out. You sigh, they were trying to kill you this whole trip and they didn’t have an opportunity until today.

Now you were in some strangers house not knowing where you were or what to do.

You get up from the bed and walk down the hall to where you assume the stairs are. The house smells old, almost mildewy. The steps creak as you move down them.

“Hell-“ Your voice rasps and you cough up form the dust in the air. You need some water too.

Foot steps are heard behind you, from another hallway.

What a weird house.

The tall man with long hair walks into your view. You squint trying to see him better, luckily he walks into the light. You notice he wears a mask, it’s face is similar to Bo. You raise a brow.

“Where am I?”

“My house.”

You just stare at the man, questions run rampant in your brain.

“You’re the man from the Wax Museum?”

He nods.

“Are you Vincent?”

Another nod.

“Are they all dead?”

One last nod. You look down slowly, a shaky breath leaves your mouth then back up at him. “Why am I not dead?”

Vincent guides you to the couch. He sits down a comfortable distance away. You can tell he’s thinking about what to say.

“You didn’t touch my art. I heard you arguin’ from the basement with them. Came to take care of them when I heard you screamin’ you were fightin’ back and I was.. amazed by it. I realized I had to step in, I’m sure you could’ve taken them but it was faster than watching you get hurt more.”

Vincent’s voice rasps and cracks as he talks. You can tell he hardly uses it. His vocal cords were probably crying out for help.

“Thank you.”

It had been months since Vincent saved you and to say he was attached was an understatement.

He let you go wherever you wanted but sometimes you’d catch him watching you if you wanted to be alone.

You didn’t mind it and even teased Vincent about it. Told him to sit down so you two could talk.

You had admitted at one point you didn’t want to go home, couldn’t even go if you wanted to. You cared that Vincent and Bo (who you realized were twins) killed people but you knew there was nothing to do about it. You just stayed away from it and ignored the pleads and groans you’d sometimes hear late at night.

You began to form an attachment to Vincent, wanting to hang out with him more. Sometimes you’d go into his workshop and talk until you got to sweaty or tired. You would give light touches to him and wouldn’t even notice until you thought about before going to bed. You liked how he wanted to talk for you, you never forced him, wanting to accommodate both of you, you had found an old ASL book on one of the many Sinclair bookshelves in the house and decided to learn how to sign basic things.

Vincent was good at hiding things, you couldn’t tell at all but he fell so hard for you when he saw you that first day and his feelings grew stronger as the months passed. Vincent wanted you around him all of the time but was happy when yo I weren’t around him, it meant that he puked draw you. One day he planned on giving you all of the artwork he had made of you. Whenever he could figure out how to even confess to liking you.

He even tried to have a talk to Bo about it. Bo made it seem too easy.

“I mean ya just take her somewhere nice and say it. I know we don’t get out there much, just take her to that field down the road. Have a nice picnic and confess.” Bo had explained to Vincent.

That was a week ago. Vincent planned on asking her tonight, where he got the balls to do it he didn’t know.

Vincent walks through the hall trying to be silent to hear where you were.

You sat in the room with the pool table, humming and practicing your signing. He walks in slowly and goes to sit down in the chair that’s next to yours. You look up and smile at him.

“Hey!” You smile and carefully shut the book, setting it on the end table between the two chairs.

“Hi, I want ask you something.” Vincent signs, your full attention is on him. Neither of you realize it but both of your stomachs are going flips.

“What is it?”

“You, Me, picnic go tomorrow?”

You almost don’t catch everything. Your chest almost bursts into butterflies.

“Yes! Let’s do it!”

Vincent and you packed food in an old picnic basket his family had since him and his brothers were little. Then it was put in the fridge and you had said goodnight to Vincent, hugging him tightly.

He tried to sleep that night but his body opted for pacing around his workshop instead.

Vincent had carefully taken out every drawing and water color painting he had done of you and placed them in a folder. He went upstairs and Bo was rummaging through the kitchen. Vincent took out the basket and placed the folder at the bottom of the basket and placed it back in the fridge.

Bo was smirking at Vincent when he had closed the fridge.

“Look at you… All grown up. Little brother is going out in a date.” Bo wipes a fake tear.

“Same age shithead.” Vincent signs, squinting at his brother. Bo laughs.

“Hey I am happy for you though.” Bo smiles and pats Vincent on the shoulder before leaving the kitchen.

The sun feels great on your skin as you run up ahead of Vincent and through the field to find a spot. The plaid blanket in your hands spreads out as you throw it in the air. Vincent isn’t far behind, taking his time to look at you and bask in your beauty.

Vincent sets the basket down and unpacks all of the food.

He freezes.

You look over at him. “What’s up?”

“Mask I don’t want take off.” Vincent huffs. You tilt your head.

“You don’t have to. But if you’re insecure about something underneath it that’s okay. I get insecure about stuff too. I’m sure you’re handsome underneath it.” You smile and look down grabbing at the container of strawberries to open. You let out a small flustered laugh. “Sorry I hope that wasn’t too much pressure.”

Vincent shakes his head.

“Oh! Why don’t I turn around, then you can take your mask off and we’ll eat. If you want me to turn around at any moment I will.”

You turn around and Vincent unpacks the rest of the snacks. You don’t hear or see anything but Vincent takes off his mask and sets it in the grass.

You hear him taking deep breaths.

Silence.

Then he touches your shoulder, “You can turn around.”

When you see Vincent’s face your heart almost explodes. He’s so handsome, his face is pale but cheeks are red from the heat of the sun, his hair frames his face beautifully. Your date tries to look away.

You lean in and kiss his cheek.

“Hi Vincent.”

“Hi.”

You brush his soft hair from his face to get a better look at him. “You’re so handsome.” You smile and lean in again to kiss his cheek.

Vincent chuckles nervously and pulls out a strawberry. “You’re beautiful.” He says, bringing the strawberry to your lips. You take a bite out of it and he sets the leafy parts to give to Jonsey later.

You two talk and eat for who knows how long, you start to pack up your things so you two can lay on the blanket when some papers catch your eye. You furrow your brows and take them out.

“What’re these?” You ask holding up artwork of you. Vincent blushes and fumbles with his hands.

“Somethin’- I uh.” He coughs. “Wanted to give to you. You’re a very good er- reference?”

You look down and take in every drawing and painting. Some are of you smiling, others you’re focused. You look at all the bright colors he uses around you, the highlights of your face. Your eyes meet Vincent’s. “I love it. Thank you so much.” You say, you put the containers back in the basket and set the drawing in there too.

It’s late in the day, probably 3 or 4 and you let out a content sigh before moving closer to Vincent. Your arms wrap around his shoulders, you bury your face in his neck. “I appreciate everything Vincent. You mean so much to me.”

Your hand should his face, you kiss his cheek again, then he takes it a step further. Vincent leans down and kisses your lips deeply. He wraps his arms around your body and lays you down onto the soft blanket. When you two let go you see a smile on his face and smile back.

“I love you.”

“I love you too Vince.”

He kisses your jawline and trails down your neck, moving both sleeves of your dress downwards and off your arms. You unbutton his button down shirt tracing little marks on his body.

Vincent kisses your breasts then takes a nipple in his mouth sucking on it, you arch your back and he slides down the dress so it it’s around your waist. His thumb flicks over your other nipple. Tingles shoot through your body. That same hand moves to your panties he tugs them down without issue.

Vincent caresses your mound and kisses it before licking a stripe up your folds. You let out a small whimper, he smirks up at you. Your hands run through his hair.

“Don’t be a tease cone on now.” You whine. He lets an airy chuckle out and buries his face in your pussy. Vincent holds your shaky legs, sucking and licking your clit.

You let out loud moans, not caring if anyone comes up to find you and Vincent. You try and get more friction by grinding yourself against his face, and the artist takes it as a sign to not stop.

Loud vulgar noises are heard from both of you. Your eyes roll back and you cry into the spring air, orgasm taking over you.

You lightly push him off and he sits up before leaning over you and kissing you gently. You hum softly, licking and tasting yourself on him.

Vincent undoes his belt, and pants and slides them down, you let go and look at his cock blushing at how long and thick it is.

“Are you okay?” He asks, index finger tilting your face up. His face is red. Vincent is absolutely freaking out. You scrunch your nose as you smile and nod.

“Yeah, just nervous.”

Vincent nods. “Me too.”

Vincent moves your hips so they’re on his knees and positions his cock towards your entrance.

He pushes in slowly, the stretch almost too much for you. You grab for his hand and watch his face contort.

“You’re so big..” you moan, he groans and buries his face into your neck. His hands come to rest on your hips, pushing in more and more. Soft groans come from his chest. Vincent stops and kisses up and down your chest and neck. Licking and biting your shoulder.

“Tell me when you’re ready.”

“M’ ready.”

Your date pulls back then snaps his hips in you, fucking in and out of you roughly. Your eyes roll back, pornographic moans come from your mouth. Vincent’s chest rumbles and he pants letting out little moans himself.

Your cunt pulses at his noises, you wrap your arms around his neck and pull his long black hair.

“God Vincent. You’re so perfect-Fuck. How’d I- ugh! End up with someone like you.” You moan as he thrusts into you. You feel his cock twitch and roll your hips into him.

His hand reaches between you two, starting to circle your clit. Your eyes get wide and hips buck up. Drool comes from your mouth, he licks it up and rubs your clit faster.

“Shit Vince! M’ gonna cum. Fuck!” The knot in your stomach tighten as he pulls you closer to the edge. Your body grind into his, mouth wide open, letting out moans.

Your cunt pulses around him, the knot breaking, white flashes in your vision and you squeal, riding out your orgasm in his cock.

Vincent pulls out and wraps his hand around his cock jerking himself off. You watch with tired eyes as he comes undone. Spurting all over your stomach and breasts. Vincent pants, you take your finger, wiping up some of the cum and licking it. Vincent blushes, he grabs some paper towels from the basket and cleans you off before pulling your dress back up and straightening himself out.

The man falls onto the blanket and grabs you wrapping his arms around you.

“I enjoyed this. I think we should do it more.” You say, yawning.

Vincent nods on agreement and kisses your head.

“So you want to be with me?” He asks, after a beat of silence. You smile, feeling flustered all over again.

“I do.”

#house of wax #house of wax 2005 #vincent sinclair #vincent sinclair x reader

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burst-of-iridescent · 11 months

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Hi, can I ask why we hashtag anti bryke? They did give us a great story except for the love story ending which was lame. Maybe that’s why he hates us so much because he doesn’t like to give us the satisfaction? Or is it a chicken and egg thing and he hated us first, reason for the anti bryke hashtags?

two reasons: 1) tagging correctly is just proper tumblr etiquette, and it's good to cover your bases when criticizing atla so you don't accidentally cross paths with antis and 2) bryan and mike have never failed to be real assholes to zutara shippers, like that lovely incident where they took fanart made by their own fans and used it to make a parody video mocking zutara at a fan convention, which featured gems such as "women who ship zuko and katara will forever have doomed relationships". real fucking classy to take something fans of your show invested time and effort in for free, and use it to publicly make fun of them just because they had the audacity to use critical thinking skills in their choice of ship instead of lapping up your half-baked self-insert romance.

(they never apologized for this either; in fact, bryan later went on to put the video up on his own tumblr and called it a joke. yeah dude, zutara shippers definitely found it funny when you basically declared open season on us to the rest of the fandom.)

i would heavily hesitate to say they gave us a great story: bryke are good visual guys, and we can certainly thank them for conceptualising atla, but the people who truly made atla great were the writers, particularly aaron ehasz and elizabeth welch. and if you want proof of that, all you have to do is look at what happened when bryke didn't bring their writer's room over to LOK with them. hmmm, i wonder which avatar series is better known and lauded for its strength of storytelling?

#anti bryke #not to mention the fact that they've lied about kat.aang being “in the DNA of the show”#disrespected their own characters time and again in both the comics and LOK #and still continue to disparage zuko and zutara in the year of our lord 2023 #like my dudes we get it you're insecure #but this is pathetic even for you #zutara

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thenamessparkplug · 1 month

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The Bad, The Worse, and The Downright Idiotic

A Wiatt Nicholson Analysis

YOU GUYS HAVE NO IDEA HOW LONG I HAVE WAITED TO VERBALLY KILL THIS DUDE. I HAVE BEEN STRANGLING HIM WITH MY MIND SINCE THE COLLAPSE OF THE BUILDING. AND THIS IS WHY.

DISCLAIMERS!! : One, I have absolutely nothing against any of the writers on this show! You all are doing a fantastic job for how small this series is and I do genuinely adore the work you guys do < 3. Second, I want to make it clear that I do not condone anything Sara has done on her own terms. And she has done bad things on her own terms. She has done horrible things and I do not think that should be brushed under the rug. I do, however, believe her to be redeemable.

(side note I did get a lil sidetracked when talking about sara, whom I also have strong feelings towards and'll prolly get her own rant in the future)

What has Wiatt done?

Now Wiatt seems to have his heart in the right place, however good intentions hardly amount to much when your actions directly cause death, suffering, and irreversible damage.

He can’t tell that so much of what’s going on is because Litho knows he’s going to lead people directly into his own plans. This especially became evident in the last episode. Did he not remember the risks of anything relating to Litho?? Why on earth would he think it was safe for Pen, Lisa, or even Hayden whom narrowly survived?

I know by this point to take everything character’s say with a grain of salt (and I know this isn’t directly Wiatt’s fault either), but I really wanna get into what Hayden said while yelling at Wiatt. He states that since he arrived at dreamworld, someone has gone missing every week. Wiatt has worked here for at least a year. Even considering taking a month off for the collapse fiasco, that is 47 weeks. 47 people. THAT IS INSANE. Even cutting that number in half for hyperbole’s sake that’s still 23 missing people since Wiatt started. Jesus christ man.

What else has he done? He broke Starlight after recklessly jumping into a hole, got wtdw!rainbott seemingly mindwiped, recorded entirely private and frankly unrelated moments and UPLOADED them, been responsible for the deaths of his coworkers (to name a few anyways), and what does he have to show for it? A police station that thinks he’s insane. He couldn’t possibly have been more tactless trying to convince them to begin an investigation.

It seems he thinks that because the people he’s against are bad, that automatically makes him good - in the right - but he is so blinded by his sense of a binary wrong and right he fails to see the horrible things he himself has caused.

Against the Antagonist

I wanna talk about Sara for a second. From what we’ve learned thus far, and I know we haven’t gotten all that many Sara scenes, almost all of what Sara does seems to be attempting to clean up a mess she made many years ago, in comparison to Wiatt who does absolutely nothing but stir the pot.

Sara is stuck here; she is bound to Litho and cannot escape no matter how hard she wants to. She had friends. She’s doing what Litho wants because she has to. We saw what happened when she tried to defy him. Wiatt is only here because of one connection, but could literally leave whenever he wants no harm no foul.

Now the Norman thing I am curious about, because so far, I can’t figure out why 1. she killed him in the first place and certainly 2. why she kept the footage of it. She never seemed to hate Norman, if anything she would be against him for clearly being infatuated with Andrew, and I can’t really blame her for that? I mean nothing is enough to justify murder, but it wouldn’t be in cold blood. I’m also assuming this is before Dreamworld Entertainment due to the fact that Norman seemingly had no involvement. Another odd thing not only was he rebuilt to look exactly like he did when he was alive, but he retained all of his memories as well, and was given a higher power among the staff of Watchful Eye Toys, with memory control himself.

Whatever happened during his death must have been important.

But back to Wiatt. All of Sara actions, albeit terrible, were calculated and she did what she believed was necessary. Wiatt has no concept that his actions have consequences, so all he does is messy things up, making everything far worse than it needed to be.

Why should I care? (Comparison to Eric)

At the very beginning when Eric is first introduced, we are given no reason to care at all about him. I mean, we know he was friends with Lewis but that’s not enough to really grow any attachment to him. We start learning little facts about him, but when it really clicks is during the secret tapes.

Seeing Eric outside of the main plot, his real personality, his hopes, his dreams, his struggles starting from a young age up until how he is today. We’re given the chance to build connections with him and see him as a real person, a character with depth. Knowing his motivations and what built him makes it so easy to grow extremely attached, making any horrific things hit much harder.

Now moving back to Wiatt, we really don’t get to see the real him. We see him once interacting with Lewis, but even that was simply for plot relevance. We really know nothing about him. Even his transition, which would be so easy to capitalize on seeing as the viewership of Dreamworld is highly LGBTQ+, and many people would relate. But we get more about Mike’s transition than Wiatt, and he’s only ever had one real scene as himself.

That’s not even dipping into who Wiatt is as a person. What are his passions? Who are his loved ones outside of just Lewis? What was school like for him? What got him into the mechanic business? Who took care of him after his parents died? I understand this can be hard to smoothly integrate into a story but look how well it worked with Eric’s tapes.

Now this is getting much more into the writing side of the show, but I think something that's kind of lacking is character building filler. As much as having a concise plot is nice, without scenes or even full episodes dedicated to fleshing out our cast, it makes it really difficult to connect.

There’s so so much of his character to explore that we just never get into, and it kinda makes it hard to root for him when there’s nothing backing his character. Just like, a few more tapes of Wiatt would be plenty, something outside of Lewis. I would love to see his relationships with other characters (you cannot build a sense of character off one single relationship), how he views himself, just anything.

Its incredibly difficult to analyze a character when they seemingly have no depth.

In Conclusion

I am not a fan of Wiatt as it currently is (understatement of the year), but good god am I persuadable. I just want Dreamworld to give me a reason to root for him. Something to sympathize with, relate to. Have him improve. Allow him to realize his mistakes, and become a better person for that.

I don’t think he’s a lost cause.

But give me a reason to believe that.

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judasofsuburbia · 1 year

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a lil excerpt from a wip i'll be posting here in the next few days!!

March 30th, 1986

When Steve arrives in this dream, he’s almost certain it’s a nightmare. He’s in the Upside Down a couple of feet away from where Eddie Munson took his last breath. Only, he’s not there.

Steve hears soft guitar strums and mumbling. He turns his head to see Eddie sitting on a nearby park bench with his guitar. He looks gruff and dirty like they left him but he’s not bloody anymore. He’s completely mobile too as he bounces his head and moves his deft fingers up and down the neck of his sweetheart.

He keeps strumming the wrong chord and cursing to himself before starting the verse over. Steve is trying to wake himself up before he sees Eddie with his eyes sucked out or his limbs snapped like twigs. Or something worse entirely, because Vecna is really good at making any horrors a reality.

Eddie looks up and smiles widely. “Harrington! What are you doing here?”

Steve can feel the tears before he registers what’s happening. Just hearing his voice washes him with a wave of guilt. He looks up at the dark blue, foggy sky and prays for the nightmare to hurry up already because he needs to go. Like now.

“Are you crying? What’s got you so blue?” Eddie asks with a soft tone. He pats the spot next to him on the grubby bench. “Wanna tell Dr. Munson?”

Steve swallows his underlying fear and walks across the veiny ground, no longer worried about waking anyone up. He sits next to Eddie who is looking at him so friendly and so silly and god, it fucking hurts. It’s so fucking mean for Vecna to do this to him.

“Woman troubles, perhaps?” Eddie asks in a faux professional tone. He holds out his hands like he’s writing down in a notebook.

“Eddie,” Steve sighs.

“Oof, that sounds worse than woman troubles. What kind of demons does Harrington battle on a day-to-day basis?” Eddie places his guitar on his lap and gives Steve his full attention.

“Besides the regular ones?” Steve jokes with a humorless tone.

“Besides those, yeah,” Eddie smiles. God, why is he so smiley?

“You’re dead, dude,” Steve states. “It fucking sucks.”

Eddie tilts his head and his smile fades. “I’m dead?”

Okay, so the nightmare is explaining Eddie’s death to him. Well damn, Vecna, that’s pretty fucking creative. Your nightmare writer’s room knows exactly what they’re doing. Steve closes his eyes and swallows the dusty air. It burns his throat but not as much as his next words are going to.

“Uh, yeah. The demo bats got you. Worse than they got me. A whole swarm of them. You distracted them from going after us. Pulled your little cutesy hero stunt and inadvertently saved us all.”

Eddie huffs a disbelieving laugh. “Yeah, that can't be me. I’m no hero, Harrington.”

“Oh, but you are. Even after you promised me you wouldn’t be. Kept Dustin safe, kept him alive, but shit dude, he still found you. Held you until your last words.”

Eddie shoves his shoulder. “Hey, man, that’s not funny.”

“No, the fuck it’s not,” Steve snaps. Eddie flinches and Steve slumps back into the seat. “Found Dustin that way. He clung to you and he screamed at me to carry you out of here even though you were absolutely 100% gone. I don’t know if that little shrimp will ever forgive me. The only thing that made him move was the fact that Max got hurt.”

“Max got hurt?” Eddie asks quietly.

Steve nods. “She’s in a coma now. Vecna got her with the limbs and almost the eyes. They don’t know when or if she will wake up.”

“Fuck,” Eddie mutters. “I’m so sorry.”

Steve flashes him a look. “Are you apologizing for dying right now? Are you really doing that?”

Eddie lets out a frustrated laugh. “What else am I supposed to say?”

Steve exhales and picks at his nails. “I don’t know.”

They sit in wallowing silence for a few moments. The Upside Down is eerily quiet now. Maybe this is how it is when there are no intruders. No one to snap in half. No one to possess. Steve hates that it’s almost peaceful. If only there will sunlight and no particles floating in the air. The veiny surfaces are also a little unnerving. Someone should hire a decorator or something.

“A decorator,” Eddie giggles. “That’s a good one, Harrington.”

Steve stammers. “I didn’t mean to say that out loud.”

Eddie shrugs. “If you don’t laugh, you’ll cry, y’know?”

Steve takes the time to wipe the appropriate tears before gesturing to Eddie’s guitar. “What were you working on before I got here?”

“I’m not sure, actually,” Eddie admits with a helpless look at his guitar. “Some song that keeps playing really softly in the distance.”

“Play it for me?” Steve requests with a kind smile.

Eddie picks his guitar back up and plucks out the first few notes. It sounds familiar. Sounds…festive?

“That’s all I can figure out,” Eddie says.

“Do it again?”

“Are you sure this is a real song?” Eddie jokes.

“I think so. Try it again.”

Eddie does. The same rhythm. Steve hums along. He motions with his hands for Eddie to play it again.

“I’ll have a blue Christmas, without you. I’ll be so blue just thinkin’ about you.” Steve sings quietly. He gasps and points excitedly at the guitar. “It’s Elvis Presley! It’s Blue Christmas!”

Eddie plays it one more time and his face brightens up despite the hellish environment they’re existing in. Steve reckons Eddie’s the brightest thing down here right now. “You’re telling me I’m strumming a Christmas song in March?

“Maybe Vecna’s a real Elvis girl,” Steve says while Eddie groans.

“You’re lucky you didn’t get struck down for that.”

“I mean no offense,” Steve raises his hands and talks up to the sky. “Elvis is a pretty cool guy. Just…you know he has other songs, right?”

“You’re a little early, Vecna, my guy,” Eddie shouts in the same direction. No lightning or a league of shadows and bats swarm them while they’re giggling to themselves.

“One of the better Christmas songs, I’d argue,” Steve says.

Eddie narrows his eyes. “Why? It’s sad as hell.”

“No, no. It’s romantic. It’s about long-lost love. Wanting to hold the one you love during Christmas.”

“But not getting to. Hence why it’s a blue Christmas.”

Steve considers this but makes a disagreeing noise. “Still romantic. Hopeless but romantic.”

Eddie nudges Steve’s shoulder with his own. “You’re a sweet guy, huh?”

“I don’t know. The jury’s still out I think, considering this is where karma has led me.”

Eddie looks around and shakes his head. Drums his fingers on the body of his guitar.

Steve doesn’t want to ask this. He knows, okay he knows, this is just a dream (or an upcoming nightmare). Something that’s made to feel real but isn’t. Still, he asks, “Are you actually alive?”

Eddie glances up at him. His big, brown eyes are shimmering with naive, joyful hope. “You tell me, big boy.”

#emily writes #steve harrington/eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie fics

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sunshineandviolets · 10 months

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Barley developed lol say you don’t watch the show without saying you don’t watch the show. And coming from a korras/ami fan complaining about one half of the ship having a male love interest is hilarious. Your allowed not to like the show but it’s clear you are just making shit up for the sake of making things up. Also that locked tomb couple isn’t even canon which is hilarious your not shitting on that couple, book, or it’s writers like your doing with bumble/by. Grow up and ignore it.

mate i had been watching that show from volume 1 to the end of volume 8. i've been in this shitstorm of a fndm since volume 3, i think i know what the fuck im talking about.

also I wasn't complaining that blake had a guy love interest prior, more so stating the fact that the bees weren't 'always set up from the start' like how the shippers want to believe. and thats fine - writers change their minds about the direction of the show, but its irritating when these writers/cast act like its not the case. that they always planned from blake/yang to be a thing from day one when its clearly not true.

if they planned it, they would've acknowledge Yang flirting with girls (like she does with guys), would've shown more pining and actual romantic interest on her part towards Blake thats not just written as her 'charming personality'. Like y'all bring up that wink moment from v2 likes its evidence, but in reality thats just what Yang likes to do to anyone! she's winked to that dude from the club, Weiss & Ruby.

Then that dance scene, it lasted for what? a few seconds? Then Yang happily let Sun have a dance with her without a care. They could've had a small scene where Yang let her chill persona down for a second to see Sun/Blake dancing and with that being her realisation moment. Maybe talking with Ruby or Weiss idk. but in canon - none of that happens. cause the show rather focus on jaune/pyrrha & the whole weiss/jaune/neptune bullshit.

Why should i be happy that we spend episodes focusing on Pyrrha and Jaunes relationship, having Jaune constantly trying to flirt with Weiss despite her not liking it - but have to settle for crumbs of the bees that can just be easily read as platonic to please the homophobes.

R/WBY was very much a straight show with two transphobic jokes till like volume 5, when Ilia mentioned she had a crush on Blake. then we see her for one scene at the start of v6 and she disappears.

I'm not making shit up, y'all are just too up your own asses and licking crwbys boots to see the real picture.

Also I haven't mentioned the locked tomb cause i havent read the books, so have no authority to speak about it. And its not the fact of a ship being canon or not, its getting tired seeing that ship over and over again (despite having it blacklisted) and shippers acting all high and mighty now cause its 'canon' despite acting like the fucking worse towards other shippers.

cause apparently Blake & Yang can't be paired off with anyone else or you'll get harassed / angry comments. I dont even like b/lacksun - but Sun was treated like absolute shit by the bees. like in v4, i remember seeing posts of calling him a 'stalker' and glad he got slapped. When in reality he was a concerned friend who saw his friend running away again/ isolating herself.

I didn't want to hate the show, i had hope for it for a while - because i genuinely liked the characters and potential. but overtime that hope for potential faded and i grew up to realise... R/WBY aint shit.

#asks #anonymous #rwde

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bippot · 2 years

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Summary: So she knows how to calm Adrian down. And wears his clothes. And teases him relentlessly. And knows exactly what to do to rile him up. And knows his deepest secret. But, no, nothing can happen between them. He must resist.

Additional Tags: Fluff and Smut, Roommates, Masturbation, Mutual Pining, Mutual Masturbation, Jealousy, Fluff

Music Recommendation: God Only Knows by MKTO

Peacemaker, Adrian Chase Masterlist - here

Ghostwriting is a thankless job. Being paid for someone else to take credit of your work can be particularly annoying. But hey, that's what Y/N signed up for. Her most recent commission was a romance novella. That wasn't quite her gig, yet you've got to pay the bills somehow. And it's not as if she hated mushy shit, quite the contrary. It's just that her love life has been a little slow recently. Well, slow is an understatement.

The thing is, you see, when you're in love with your roomie, other men don't really matter. She couldn't tell him. God no. He was dead against dating. That was a no go. As he said, "Vigilante is a single pringle for a reason."

It was strange that he even had a roommate at all. Working a deadbeat job that barely pays means that you need to share rent money. She knew he was Vigilante. How could she not? He's not the quietest of men. Especially when he came back injured and couldn't quiet his groans of pain.

"I fucking knew it," she exclaimed, watching as he dripped blood all over their living room floor. She was leant against the kitchen counter, sleepily shovelling cereal straight from the box into her mouth.

"Shut the fuck up and get the first aid kit."

Adrian didn't want her to know. That would put her in danger to any villains who wanted to use her as leverage. It's always the same in every hero's story. The mission or the girl. Which would he pick? He'd hope the mission. But as he spent more time with her, fuck, he might just pick her.

After a particularly drab shift, Adrian walked through the door and immediately slumped next to her on the sofa. He stretched out his legs and kicked them up onto the coffee table, rubbing his bleary eyes with his knuckles. "What are you writing?" he asked, his voice raspy.

Not taking her eyes off the page before her, she responded, "Currently? Nothing. Haven't written a word in half an hour."

He held out his hands for her to give her laptop over. This had happened before. She'd get writer's block and he'd read her work, asking a bunch of useless questions as he read and by the time he had reached the end, she had acquired ideas. He liked reading her stuff.

Usually, the company she wrote for would give her horror to write and he'd eat that shit up. Often telling her about his own escapades so she could use it in her novels. Coincidentally, if she didn't know how a certain injury would bleed, a criminal would be found dead later with that exact alignment so he could tell her what really happens.

"Not this one, Ade."

Interesting. That had never happened before. Now he had to know. Curiously, raised a brow and tried to move closer so he could see the screen, causing her to turn it away from his eyes. "Gimme it."

"You won't like it."

"Did you write it?"

What kind of question was that? Of course she wrote it. What else did he think she was doing? Sitting around all day? "Yeah, dude."

With a smile, he chuckled and stated, "Well, 'dude', I'm bound to like it then." She still hadn't let him see it. "Hand it over, weirdo."

In response, she closed the lid, tucking it away on the table which (what she thought) was out of his grasp. It was not. He instantly snatched it and brought it on to his lap, preparing to open it. "I like your new pen name," he said, pointing to the top of the page where the name of whoever commissioned this was, not yet reading below. "Ivory Addams. Sounds like a porn star."

Filth. Absolute filth. That's what she had been commissioned to write. Literary porn. He froze, eyes widening and awkwardly gulping as he scanned the page. And just like that, his whole demeanour changed. All the confidence he had vanished and was replaced with a blushing mess. "See? It's not the most PG of things and I doubt -" She began but he cut her off by raising his finger and shushing her so he could focus on the words she had written. He couldn't stop reading.

'She danced her fingers across the tip of his head, swirling the mixture of her spit and his excitement, and looked him dead in the eyes as she teased, physically and vocally, "Had enough yet, handsome?"

Completely at her mercy, he had his hands tied to the railings of their bed as he whimpered and cried out, wriggling in the binds due to her soft hands on his hot skin. He was so excited that he could barely hold back from coming right there, and she loved every bit of it.

All she'd have to do was blow on his manhood, her warm breath brushing over him, and he was sure he wouldn't be able to hold it in, releasing all over her siren face. He was weak with need, but he still had his own tricks. She was great at taunting but terrible at tying. Every pull against his wrist loosened the binds. With one final tug, he finally had his hands free.

Without thinking beforehand, he launched forward, taking either side of her face in his hands and kissed her fiercely with an abandon that she'd never seen before, not in all of their time together. He broke off long enough to gasp, "I... I need you," which made her smile wickedly.

Placing her palm against his sweaty, toned chest, she pushed him so he'd lie down and straddled his lap, feeling his need poke at her entrance. It was a feeling she cherished. He was so damn desperate for her.

"Are you sure you don't want me to wait?" she asked, resting her chin on her elbow that rested on his chest. "I could-"

"I need you now," he growled, flipping them over and'

And...?

That's where she had stopped. Right at the good bit. "And what?" He inquired, annoyed that it's incomplete. "What happens next?"

"They fuck."

Well duh. No shit, Sherlock. That was clear. What he wanted to know was "How? How do they fuck?"

"Not a fucking clue." That wasn't a good enough answer for him. Fuck, he'd be thinking about this for a while now. The lack of ending. That and how he pictured the scene in his head. The fucking couple looked like two people he knew very well in his head.

Teasingly, she saw how interested he was and decided to play with him, slowly trailing her finger across his bicep and toying, "Aw, are getting a bit hot under the collar? Want me to help you out with that, handsome?"

Every time. Every time she did this he had to resist the urge to give in. He knew she was only messing with him and never would take it further than that, but boy, did it take every single fibre in his body to brush off her advances. Keeping his resolve, he gently took her hand off his arm and joked back, "I wouldn't be able to handle you."

"Come on, Vigilante. You've faced tougher foes than me," she retorted, moving closer and slowly placing her hand on his thigh, methodically sliding it upwards. "And my 'aching need' for you."

This is how she wanted to play it? He could sink to her level. That's usually how he got her to stop before. Taking a deep breath and prepping himself for what he was about to say, he flirted back, "Aren't you meeting your sister tomorrow? Would be a real shame if you were too sore to be able to walk there." When opened her mouth to respond, he added, "You gonna cancel on her for me, toots?"

Y/N knew that he was only giving back what she had thrown out, but oh fuck. She would cancel. If he wanted her to. But, clearly this was only teasing, right? Neither of them actually wanted that to happen. Her heart skipped a beat before she got a hold of herself, removed her hand and answered, "Cancelling on my sister would ensure I get bumped down from maid of honour to just one of the bridesmaids. Another time, handsome?"

Laughter took over the pair as it usually did after they messed with one another. It was almost as if as soon as they exited the sexy haze of their playful flirting, they became "just friends' once more, acting as if nothing had happened.

"How was work?" She asked, taking her laptop off him and placing it down on the table.

"Boring."

"I thought as much." Fennel Fields had a tendency to bore him. Doing the same work day in and day out made her want to pull her own hair out at just the thought of it. How he did it, she had no idea. "Are you going out tonight?"

"No," he admitted with a yawn. "I'm way too tired for that tonight."

Nice. That meant that she didn't have to stay up late with worry that he might need patching up tonight. That was great. Huge news. She looked forward to her nights alone with him.

She watched as he got up, awkwardly holding his apron in front of him and made his way to his room. He's probably just going to change, she thought. But when he didn't come back for a quarter of an hour, she thought differently.

Knocking on his bedroom door, she said, "Ade, I'm going to order pizza. You want anything?"

No answer. All she could hear was the sounds of his music through the wall. She leaned forward and thought he mumbled out her name. Does that mean he wanted her to come inside? She slowly opened his door and...?

Adrian had to get out of her vicinity. The boner he was sporting was just about to get way more noticeable. He got up and made his way to his room. He tried and tried to make it go down. Imagining every non sexy thing that he could. Puppies. Puppies are cute, not sexy. But Y/N holding a puppy, that was both. Y/N in nothing but her underwear and holding a puppy? No, fuck. He's got to stop thinking like that.

When he was able to stop the images of her with the puppy from his mind, he lay down and closed his eyes. The darkness was nice for a while. Then he remembered her writing. Oh, come on! It had just gone down. And now he had to picture it again.

Music. That would cover up any sound he definitely was going to make. That would keep it more covert. Normally, he would just wait until she had fallen asleep, but this couldn't wait. He couldn't wait. He had to. Now.

Within no time, he was stripped to just his boxers and trailing his hand down to his underwear, feeling how hard he already was. Aroused. Ready. His eyes drifted shut as he tried to picture her writing about him. Short, messy, sexy words that begged for his touch. He would have given her the world to write about him. To write about this.

A week or two before, some of her laundry had gotten mixed with his and he had given most of it back. Most of it. All but a single lacy pair of underwear. Yeah, it was kind of creepy and he felt like a total prick for keeping them, but it often helped him along, if you get the drift. Touching himself, her panties covering his cock, he let out a guttural groan. His breathing became erratic as more images of her flooded his mind. Her fingers tracing his chest. His abs. Her hand resting on his erection through his boxer briefs. Fingers running up and down his shaft. "Y/N..." he let out in a sigh, trying to clear his mind.

If he had been paying attention to his surroundings, he would've noticed how his door opened. Her eyes widened at the scene before her. A half naked Adonis with his eyes shut, hands moving against himself through her underwear, and needy moans coming from his lips.

Opening his eyes after feeling someone's gaze on him, Adrian found her staring at him, her jaw hanging open, her hand resting on the doorframe as she stared at him. He immediately stopped and hurried to cover himself.

"Ade...," she mumbled, her voice betraying her shock. "I was going to ask if you wanted to order food and watch a movie. I see you're a little busy for that now."

"I, uh, yeah. I'm sorry," he said, feeling himself deflate. He had been so close. So close to coming. "I was just... just -"

Before he could spout some awful lie that they both knew wasn't true, she interrupted with, "Wanking with a lustful fury?"

Oh, thank God. He laughed nervously. "Yeah. Y-yeah."

She smiled. She didn't seem put off by his obvious attempt to cover up his arousal. Instead, she sat on the edge of his bed and handed her phone over, the ordering app unlocked and ready to use. Teasingly, she informed him, "I think they have a pizza with jerk chicken, if you'd prefer that to normal. I know how much you like things that have been..." She paused, making direct eye contact. "Jerking off."

"I'm never going to live that down, am I?"

"It will be etched into my brain forever."

As he scrolled through the menu looking for what he wanted, he was heavily aware of where her hand was. The way she was sat meant that her hand was comfortably resting against the part of the duvet right next to his thigh. If that piece of fabric weren't there, she'd be resting against his bare thigh.

It was funny. She could tell by the look on his face that he was trying extremely hard not to look at her for too long. Maybe he'd think she'd make fun of him. Or get disgusted. Or maybe, just maybe, he was embarrassed that he'd been thinking about her. That's why he had said her name. That's why he had used her underwear as an aid. It was her actions that caused this.

So he did like her back. That's great news.

When he finally selected his order, she got up and made her way to the door. She stopped in the doorframe. He couldn't believe his eyes when she shimmied down her underwear from under her skirt and threw it at his head. "Have a nice wank," she instructed, winking as she left.

As soon as she was gone, Adrian did what any self respecting person would do and started pleasuring himself again as she had told him to, armed with a new pair of her panties. He'd get blue balls else. And the food was supposed to come in twenty minutes and he could come in less than five. It was a no brainer.

Once he was done, he got dressed and made his way back to the living room. He thought he'd be too embarrassed to even see Y/N for the next couple of days, but she had reacted so calmly that he didn't care that she'd caught him. In fact, he quite liked it. Seeing her a little red and speechless for a second was flattering.

Sitting down on the sofa, he realised she wasn't there. He scanned the room and found nothing. Then all of a sudden, there she was coming out of her room in her underwear. Blushing, he quickly looked away. "Forget something?"

"I completely forgot to turn my vibrator off. Thanks for reminding me." To go along with her joke, she dipped back into her room and, would you know it, she had left her vibrator on. It was thumping against her bed.

She sat down next to him, running her hands through her hair as she continued, "I feel underdressed. I put on some fresh panties and everything."

"Well, it looks as if I'm the one who has to deal with the delivery boy now."

"I'm sure the delivery boy would love to see these puppies," she joked, quickly squeezing her bra.

The moment she had groped herself was the moment he couldn't take it anymore and returned his gaze to her. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on and that's why, "The delivery boy is not seeing you like that."

Toying with him is super easy. She batted her eyelashes at him, her cheeks turning the most beautiful shade of pink. He couldn't take his eyes off her as she innocently asked, "Why? What's wrong with my outfit?"

"What outfit?"

"You don't like it?"

How could he not? Of course he liked her dressed like that. Dressed in basically nothing. He liked it too much. That sight should be reserved for him and only for him. "The outfit is fine," he clarified for her benefit, "Another man seeing you in it? That's the bit I don't like."

Y/N knew she had him at that moment. She knew it, just like he did. "Fine? Just fine? You know," she purred, leaning in so much that their noses were mere centimetres apart. "If you don't like it, I'll take it off."

"What? No! That's not what I meant."

Feigning ignorance, she asked, "What did you mean?"

Adrian cleared his throat and tried to formulate an answer that would explain himself without giving away that he was desperately in love with her. He couldn't think of one that would do both. That would take time to formulate.

Time that he didn't have. The delivery driver knocked on their door and Y/N was the first up to greet them. She didn't anticipate Adrian jumping to his feet, picking her up to place behind him and getting there before she did. He used his body to cover hers from the stranger at the door. Every time she poked her head around to speak to the delivery boy, he would shift to get in her way.

Pizza boxes in hand, Adrian hip bumped the door shut and returned to the sofa without looking at her. She sat next to him, cross-legged, and waited for him to hand hers over. She had him all figured out. He would go all bashful and lovey if she was friendly for a few minutes.

Turns out that a hot pizza box is, well, hot. Bare legs + hot pizza is a pair made for disaster. But, no worries, nothing a pillow on the lap can't fix. She turned and pointed to the pillow, joking that "You could learn a little from this. Pillows are good for all kinds of protection. Heat. Sleep demons. Boners. The whole lot."

"Sleep demons? Since when do pillows save you from sleep demons?"

"I don't know. I'm usually asleep when they come," she pointed out, munching on a slice of pizza. "And, I've got my trusty pillow behind my head, so double protection."

"Get a gun and it'll be triple protection."

"Why would I need a gun?"

"To protect you, duh."

"I already have you for that."

"Quadruple protection?"

Conversation moved smoothly. Both of them maintained a friendly tone despite what had occurred less than an hour before. That was until Y/N asked, "What toppings did you get?"

"Want some?" He held out a slice for her and waited for her to bite it. So, she leant forward and took it into her mouth, keeping eye contact as she did. Eating shouldn't be that tempting. "You've got to stop," he warned.

"Stop?" Nothing she had done since they had started eating had been intentionally flirty. Confused, she reared back and repeated, "Stop what?"

"Stop doing that." He held up his hand and gestured at the latest thing she had done to drive him crazy, taking a bite of pizza.

"Stop eating?" she asked, laughing. No. But also yes. Adrian was at a loss for words. How would he explain this? His brain was mush at the moment, incapable of stringing together a sentence, much less a well thought out explanation. That's why he got up and retreated back to his room once again. As he was walking away, she teased, "Hate to see you leave, but love to watch you go."

That did it. As he lay there in his bed, Adrian was certain he would never be able to fall asleep again without thinking of her. Not even the sexual stuff. How she'd get so worried when he came home injured. Her smile when he'd say something stupid. The way she'd poke her tongue out whenever she was really concentrating on something. Whenever he would get sad and immediately she'd know to buy some super sour sweets and pretend that she was an ancient old wizard that had to tell him all about a new quest where he had to go on to save the fairest maiden in the entire kingdom. He'd insist that she'd use her own voice for the maiden.

That night, he snuck out of his room and hoped that she wasn't still writing on the sofa. She wasn't writing, but she was asleep. Thank god. No awkward interaction. He'd still have to be quiet so he wouldn't wake her. Creeping to the kitchen, he tried to be as quiet as possible as he searched for something to eat. Nothing he saw really pricked his interest. That was until he saw her stash of Lucky Charms. How lucky of him. He tore open the box and began munching on the disgustingly sweet cereal.

All was going well until he tried to grab a beer from the fridge and accidentally moved it too quickly, causing it to rattle against the other beers next to it. The sound woke her up. She walked in to see him awkwardly try and conceal his theft behind his back.

"Robbery is two to ten years, Vigilante."

Whilst she had been working, she had gotten cold and retrieved a shirt from her room. She picked up the first shirt she'd seen. It was one of his shirts that she'd stolen without telling him. Adrian nearly choked on his cereal when he realised that the shirt she was wearing was his. As clear as day, it was the t-shirt that goes with the pyjamas bottoms he was wearing. He stood there, speechless. It looked so much better on her. So much better. He had to look away, lest he give in to temptation.

"Could say the same to you."

Y/N walked towards him, reaching behind him, not to grab the box, but to stick her hand in and grab a handful of cereal, then she leant against the counter as she surveyed him, munching on the cereal one piece at a time. His hair was a mess. His glasses were nowhere to be seen so he was squinting slightly. He wore only pj bottoms with Squirtle's on them, so his arms and chest were on full display.

"You stole my pj's."

"I borrowed them."

"You stole them."

"They're comfier than mine."

Neither of them were tired. Talking to each other had a tendency to energise them. It was as if their bodies knew they'd want to spend as much time joking as they could, so it hoarded as much energy as it could for nights like this.

When she had finished her handful, she tried to do the same manoeuvre again, but he held the box out of her grasp. "You could ask me to hand the box over."

"I could."

He lowered the box for her and waited for her to reach for it so he could pull it from her grasp again. She knew he was going to do this and just gazed back with a small smile on her face. "Don't you want some? Huh? Ask me nicely and might give it to you."

Nicely? She could do nicely. She could do really nicely. Placing her hand against his cheek, cradling his face, she softly flirted, "Adrian, will you please give it to me?" She stroked his cheek with the back of her hand in a light caressing motion, barely a tickle, barely a touch. As she continued, she moved her hand down his neck, down his chest, towards his hips. He closed his eyes and leaned in. There was a moment of dizziness and he heard her whisper, "Give me all you've got, Vigilante."

Oh fuck it. He had to give in. How could he not? He leaned in and pressed his lips against hers, dropping the cereal box and clamping his hands on her waist. She didn't pull away. She didn't push him away. She seemed to melt. She almost tumbled into his embrace and, before she knew it, her fingers were slowly moving through his curls.

All he did was deepen the kiss and deepen it some more. There was no need for anything more than what they were doing. He could have just held her and kissed her for hours. Her lips were plump and tasted like marshmallows. God damned Lucky Charms. He pulled away to kiss down her neck, his lips grazing her skin as he went. He wanted so much more of this. He wanted to bite her, mark her, make her his.

But he couldn't. He pulled away, desperate to clear his head, to think straight. He had been trying to not do this for so long. Fuck, he had been trying to not do it since he first saw her. Since the first time his eyes met hers and he'd been so goddamn sure nothing between them could ever happen. His breaths were coming in ragged gasps and he needed to calm the fuck down. How could he be this out of control when he'd been so fucking close to stopping this in so many different places?

Panicking. It was clear he was panicking so she stepped back and tried to soothe him. "Ade. Ade, close your eyes and think of those photos of Liam Neeson pissing himself."

Odd thing to ask after just kissing someone. He stared at her blankly for a moment before nodding. He closed his eyes and pictured it. It brought a smile to his face and he let out a laugh. What a weird thing to calm him down. It just proved how well she knew him.

Placing a kiss on his cheek, she whispered, "I can see how shaken up you are. We can sleep on it and talk tomorrow. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Night, handsome."

"Goodnight, toots." She gave him a small wave goodbye then walked out of the room. When he was sure she'd left, he breathed a sigh of relief. That had been close. So very, very close.

But he didn't want her. He'd told himself that over and over again. He didn't want her. He never had. And if he'd said it enough times, it had to be true. Right? No. No matter how hard he tried, he knew that was a lie. He wanted to kiss her. More than anything, he wanted to kiss her again. He wanted more of that. He wanted more of everything with Y/N. He wanted her.

With a groan, he finished his beer and sluggishly ambled to bed. If he thought getting to sleep before was hard, he wasn't ready for this night's sleep. Maybe Y/N was having trouble sleeping too. It wouldn't do him any harm to check that out.

It's not as if he was already feeling bad for freaking out on her, and wanted to see if she was okay and didn't hate him for that, and had she wanted to do that before tonight, and did she miss him when he wasn't around like he did with her, and what if he did it again, would she like that, and if he asked her to go on a date with him, would she say yes, and did she buy new underwear just to mess with him when it got mixed up with his, and did she do that on purpose, and...

So many and's. So many things he wanted to know.

Just as he reached his hand out to knock on her door, she opened it and they just stared at each other for a moment, neither knowing what to say. "You want to come in?" she finally asked. He didn't need to think about it. He moved into the room, closing the door behind him. "I was about to check up and see if you were still freaking out in the kitchen."

"I am," he admitted, looking around. "I'm just freaking out in here instead."

"Good to know."

Okay. Okay. He could handle this. He'd handle this. He was good at handling this. He could be around her and not feel the urge to fuck her. Or hold her close. Or kiss her.

He sat on the edge of the bed and she sat next to him. They didn't say a word. They just held on to each other's presence and breathed in each other's scent. That's when he knew for sure. He couldn't handle this. He was going to lose his shit around Y/N, and she was going to get hurt, and he couldn't let that happen.

"I'm going to try and get to sleep. I know you've got your day off tomorrow, but I'm a working gal so."

A working girl, huh? "How much is it for a night?" He taunted, bumping his shoulder into hers.

"For you, handsome? I'll give you a discount," she retorted, lightly slapping him on the knee before crawling under the covers. "You'll protect me from the sleep demons, right?"

Well, he'd protect her from anything and everything. Even himself. "You do know that sleep demons aren't real?"

"If they aren't real, why are we awake at 4:36 on a Wednesday?" she asked with a yawn.

In his mind, he wanted to say, 'Because for the life of me, I can't stop picturing your lips against mine,' but he settled for, "Because we're nocturnal, stupid."

"Oh. Did you hear the one about the vampire who crashed his truck into an oncoming 18-wheeler?"

"Nope," he said, trying not to smile.

"Neither did I, because it's not funny." Terrible joke. "Are you going to sleep? Because I'm starting to nod off.” That was his que to get into her bed. Yet, because it's Adrian, he didn't pick up on it. To help him out, she lifted the duvet on the other side and sleepily ordered, "Get in bed. I'll stay on my side; you stay on yours."

She thought he was going to protest, but he didn't. Instead, he crawled in and turned on his side so he couldn't see her. That's fine. She lay on her back, hand nearest him outstretched by her head, and fell asleep pretty fast.

Checking if she was awake, Adrian whispered, "Y/N?" and got no reply. He could hear her steady breathing and knew she was fully gone so he turned to face her.

Even in sleep, she looked beautiful. Her face looked softer. He brushed a few strands of hair away from her forehead, and she twitched a little. Then he noticed her hand and lightly traced his fingertip over every line of her palm, which clearly was ticklish because her sleeping face morphed into a grin and she let out what sounded like a little giggle. He couldn't stop smiling, either.

What would it look like if he held her hand? He could finally find out. Placing his fingers one by one between hers, he slowly wrapped his big hand around her smaller one. The tightness in his chest surprised him, but he didn't release her. Instead, he continued to hold her hand and closed his eyes, falling asleep in no time.

Y/N didn't want to wake him when she woke up. But she had to. His hand was connected with hers so if she let go, he'd know. "Ade? Hey, handsome. I've got to get up," she quietly spoke, brushing her free hand against his cheek to wake him.

Still not fully awake and aware, he moved their hands to place his around her waist and nuzzled into her shoulder. She felt so good. "Stay with me," he begged. "Please."

"Five more minutes."

"Twenty."

"Ten. Final offer."

"Done." She shifted so that he was spooning her. Not only because it was nice to be held by him, but she could also see her alarm clock much better at this angle. "Sorry if you feel something poking into your back. I have a gun in my pocket."

That was a lie and they both knew it.

"Really? How many bullets are already loaded?"

"For you, toots? An infinite amount."

She chuckled and they stayed like that for a few minutes, not saying anything. The quietness of their bedroom was comfortable for him. He'd never liked quiet before. It made him feel vulnerable. But being with Y/N was different. He loved quiet, but only when it was quiet with her, it made him feel at peace. "Can I tell you a secret?" he asked, pulling his arm a little closer around her.

"Go for it."

"I think you should stay with me and get demoted to bridesmaid. It's easier to get drunk on the day if you're just a bridesmaid."

Now that was a great argument. She thought for a moment. "You make an excellent point, but my sister is renowned for holding grudges and I'd never be able to live it down."

The ten minutes were up so Y/N slid out of bed. He tried to squeeze her tighter so she couldn't leave, but all she had to do to get him off (in more than one way) was to back up and slowly grind against his morning indiscretion. He turned to mush, immediately softening his grasp and rolling his head back. "I'll let you win this round," he joked, flopping his head face first into the pillow.

Getting ready quickly, she pressed a quick peck on the top of his head before she left. "I'll be back before you know it."

"I'll be here." He proceeded to fall back asleep in her bed. He'd wait for her. Besides, her bed was way more comfy than his.

Arriving at the coffee shop her sister insisted they go to, Y/N walked in and found Allison already seated at a table near the front windows. She looked up from her iPhone screen and gave Y/N a quick smile. "Only ten minutes late, but she finally arrives."

Y/N bowed and let Allison introduce the bridesmaids before she sat down. There were five of them. Too many to remember. She could remember two: Annabelle and Kira. Those stuck in her mind. The other's did not. "Sorry I'm late," she apologised, hoping that was a sufficient answer.

"That's it? You are not going to tell us why?" Allison responded. She always was in need of gossip. Every little thing that happened in her sister's life had to be told.

"Adrian and I stayed up last night talking," Y/N replied, trying to downplay what had happened. Technically, they had stayed up talking. She just missed some of the juicy details.

Allison leaned back in her seat and gave Y/N a smug smile. She could see on her sister's face that something had gone down. "So nothing happened? Nothing happened between you and Mr-totally-perfect-for-you?" Allison asked, propping her arms up on the table.

"Am I on trial here?" Y/N asked. Her love life was not going to become the topic of discussion of these women she barely knew. Especially when it was her sister gossiping about it.

"No, not unless you want to be," Kira replied, keeping her voice as low as possible. She looked around at the other bridesmaids to make sure they looked like they were trying to be comforting. Annabelle was too busy looking out of the window to pay attention and the others looked way too interested. "But, if you want to spill, spill."

"I do not."

The bridesmaids deflated. No hot goss for them. Allison knew that clearly Adrian was no longer 'just a roommate'. It wasn't like he had ever been 'just a roommate' to Y/N. When she had come to visit, the first time she had seen the pair of them interact, Allison knew they both were absolutely hooked on each other. It was clear to see.

Wedding planning is so boring. Especially if everyone else loves weddings and you're not particularly fussed about them. The bridal party looked through endless magazines before their appointment at the dress shop. It was mind numbing, but for her sister, Y/N would put up with it. She got home later than she had wanted to. Admittedly, the most excited Y/N got the entire day was when one of the bridesmaids (one of the ones she had forgotten the name of) had suggested they get early afternoon cocktails. Day drinking? What a joy.

So when Y/N finally made it back to her apartment, she wasn't surprised to see Adrian lounging on the sofa still in his pj's, glasses on and laptop on his lap. As she walked past to get another alcoholic beverage from the kitchen, she ruffled his hair and pressed a kiss to his temple.

Adrian tried to hide what he was looking at from her but he realised a second too late. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and asked, "Why are you looking for another apartment?"

"I can't stay here," he sighed, maintaining his gaze at a spot of paint on the wall. "It's best for us both."

Whether it was the drink or the absurdity of his statement, she knew exactly what he meant and how she could change his mind. Without another word, she moved in front of him and placed his laptop on the table. Then she turned around and asked, "Mind unzipping my skirt?"

He hesitated for a moment, unsure of what that entailed, but did as she asked and watched as it fell to the floor. Her top was the next to come off. He thought that was the end of it, but she slowly perched herself in between his thighs and leant back on him, placing her head on his shoulder. "Y/N..." he said. "What are you doing?"

"Getting comfortable," she whispered, shifting in her seat, knowingly grinding on him, increasing the roughness until he let out a groan. Adrian felt the tips of his fingers move to begin stroking her thighs, but she removed his hands. She placed her knees on the outside of his, spreading her legs open and brought her fingers to lightly play with herself through her underwear. Then she did it again, rubbing herself a little for good measure and feeling him twitch below her.

"Open your mouth," she instructed and he did immediately, so she placed her fingers against his tongue, gathering his spit around her digits. Her now soaked fingers made their way back down, now going into her underwear and caressing her clit. Y/N felt the tip of her finger moving back and forth over her clit until her eyes drifted shut in ecstasy, whines easily falling from her lips.

As she toyed with herself, she decided to toy with him some more. She turned her head and gazed at his lips till he got the memo that he should try to kiss her. When their lips touched, she reared back with a wicked laugh and a lustful moan. "Want to touch me?" she asked.

"I want to fuck you."

"No," she moaned, pressing her body to his, feeling her wetness rub against his clothed crotch, causing him to let out a staggered grunt. "That's not what I asked."

Y/N felt his hands on her ass, lightly squeezing it and moving her back and forth against him, causing her to rock on him. She grabbed his wrists, stopping his hands and moving one under her panties, moving herself against his touch, moaning in approval as his fingers found her hot, soaking core. "Imagine if you moved out and some other guy moved in. Hypothetically, let's call him Toby."

"Let's not."

Ignoring his comment, she continued, "Toby totally has a thing for me, you see." That sentence caused him to speed up. "I keep saying 'no, Tobes, I'm still hung up on Adrian' but you keep ignoring me and Toby is there."

His thumb began to furiously swipe against her clit as he finger fucked her. She reached back between moans and undid the clasp of her bra, letting her boobs bounce with every jolt of pleasure he gave her. "Eventually, he wears me down and I give in. By the time I'm wiping his cum off my lip, I've already started to move on."

He was close to her, so close he could feel her moans and whimpers against his mouth. He started to move his fingers faster and faster. The mere thought of this fake Toby filled him with rage, which only accelerated when she moaned out, "Oh, Toby. Fuck, I'm so glad Adrian isn't here anymore."

Obviously, she was messing with him, but he wasn't resisting this time. Nothing was holding him back. She was going to moan his name. So when she groaned out the fake name again, he bit down on her neck as a warning. "You don't like that, huh?" She teased, her breaths becoming increasingly shallow. "What if I change names?" The first one that came to her head was, "Oh, Chris."

"Don't use Chris. I know a Chris."

Perfect. Even more fuel. To further annoy him, she whined, "Peacemaker, uh, you're such a better hero than Vigilante. Peacemaker, you can fuck me any way you want."

That was the final straw. He brought his free hand and clamped it on her chin, forcing her to face him long enough for him to roughly kiss her as he slowed his fingers inside her down but started moving his erection against her, getting himself off too. "I'm going to stop," he warned her. "You're going to moan out my name or I'm going to stop."

"Why?" It was obvious why. She just wanted to hear him say it out loud. "Why do you want me to moan your name, Ade?"

Fuck. Here it was. He was going to say it eventually. "Because I fucking love you, you asshole," he chuckled out, bringing his mouth up to her ear and whispering, "I'll say it as many times as you want to hear it."

Y/N's heart stopped. She'd expected a 'you're mine' or a 'you've been teasing me since we moved in', even a 'you're a little slut, aren't you?'. This was a happy surprise. He brought his mouth back down to hers, kissing her as if he were starving, before she even had a chance to respond.

Without warning her, he sped his fingers up again causing her to cry out his name. She had been holding out for so long just to tease him and it just became too much. Her whole body shook as she convulsed around his fingers. His name was on the tip of her tongue, ready to be released, like a sigh of relief.

"Fuck. I can't move out now," he joked, bringing his mouth up to where he had bitten her and pressed soft kisses there, almost as if it were an apology.

Turning to face him, she brushed the tips of their noses together, smiling. "Say it again."

Sighing, he brought his mouth down to hers, stopping inches away to say, "I can't mo-" He knew she meant the other thing he admitted. To tease him, she leant away, but he wasn't having it and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer once more. "I love you."

After a minute or two of them giddily giggling at each other, she began rocking against him again. She'd been taken care of, he hadn't. She was hungry now, so she turned her head to kiss his neck, taking her time to bite and suck on his skin until she reached his collar bone. Against his skin, she finally said to him, "I love you too."

"Once more." She repeated and repeated it, pressing a kiss to his lips after every one. He shivered, his warm hand moving to grab her hair, holding her head steady against him. On the final repetition, as she pulled back and she softly bit his lip, her hand travelling to the base of his neck.

"I'm going to come in my pants again, if you keep doing that."

"Again?"

"Yeah. I came from all of your wriggling."

"We better get them off then," she ordered, hopping off his lap and throwing her underwear behind her then helping him to pull his pj's off. As soon as they were both naked, he held out his arms and pulled her onto his lap, brushing his hands up and down her curves in awe.

"Tell me again," he demanded, gazing right into her soul. It was almost as if he still didn't believe it. He brought his hands up to cradle her face, bringing his face up and pressing his lips to hers in a kiss that was meant to last, her mouth mumbling words of love against his. As he was distracted, she reached below and softly wrapped her hand around his already hard cock and lined them up. She wanted to feel him in her hands, she wanted to feel him deep inside of her.

When she slid down, he gasped, "God, you feel good." His warm hands left trails of fire as they went down her back and slowly pulled her down as they adjusted. She rested her hands on his chest, feeling how solid he was beneath her. "You're driving me crazy, toots."

Bottoming out, they let out a whine before she gripped onto his shoulders and started moving, guiding her so that she took him all the way in. She rocked back and forth, finding a rhythm that both of them could follow. His eyes were closed, his smile so innocent and trusting, it melted her heart. She held onto him tight, revelling in the feel of him inside of her. His fingers twisted in her hair and his head dropped forward, his mouth moving sloppily across her breasts, sucking and licking along her skin. She arched into his touch, her hands pushing down on his shoulders, the sound of her pleasure growing.

Still inside her, he lifted her up and laid her against the couch cushions, hovering above her. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him in deeper. She threw her head back as he buried his face in her neck as he grunted and panted. He murmured her name over and over, each time building up to more intense cries.

He raised his head to get a better look at her and swiped his thumb loving across her bottom lip, which she took into her mouth and seductively sucked on. This action caused him to powerfully thrust in a certain spot. She let out a high pitched squeak.

They stopped out of shock. "I've never made that sound before in my entire life."

"I'm going to see if I can do that again." He thrust again. She moaned but it wasn't that squeak. Once more. He tried to remember exactly how he did it before and attempted again, resulting in another squeak. Teasingly, he complimented, "That is the cutest sound I've ever heard."

Now he had found out about that spot, he was going to totally focus on making her react like that. "Fuck you, Chase," she taunted through euphoric squeals as she came. With any other partner, she would've been embarrassed, but Adrian seemed to really like them. "God, how the hell are you doing this to me?"

His eyes were wild and he was grinning like a madman at her comment. Her eyes were glazed over and she couldn't help but smile back. God, she loved to watch him like this, the way his body responded to her. She ran her fingers along his cheek, trailing them down until they landed on his neck. He tilted his head to give her better access as she attached her mouth to his Adam's apple, sucking and nibbling until she felt him shiver.

Adrian groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head from how good it felt. It took her a moment, but once she found his pulse point, she sucked on it harder. Pleasure rippled through him, making him pound his hips into her, his fingers tangling in her hair. He was close. If she kept this up, he'd come.

She pulled back, panting, before grazing her teeth on his neck. The moment she did, he whined, and came, filling her up. She kept her mouth on his throat as his breath broke in short, panting gasps. He was pressed into her, his hips still moving, leaving the strongest aftershocks of pleasure to roll through her.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm definitely never moving out." He collapsed on top of her, his heart thundering in his chest. To steady himself, he placed both hands on her boobs and gave a reaffirming squeeze. He tilted his head to look at her to ask, "Can you walk around naked, like, all of the time from now on?"

"Only if you do too."

"Done."

Y/N tapped him on the shoulder, gesturing that she was going to get up. "Ade, I need a pee, let me go," she replied, trying to get out of his grasp.

"Nope. I'm not letting you go until you agree to stay with me forever."

"I will be with you forever as long as you let me pee." He grumbled but released her, allowing her to go get cleaned up. He didn't move from the couch, his eyes fixed on her naked back as she walked away.

When she returned, he was no longer on the couch. He was hiding behind the wall, so he could sneak attack her with smooches as soon as he saw her. He was too fast, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind, pulling her in tight against his chest, before she even registered where he had gone. "You've been teasing me for months and you think one fuck is going to satisfy me?" He whispered lowly, walking her to the arm of the sofa and slowly pushing her over it.

"Well, I hoped it wouldn't." He rested his head on top of hers as he settled in between her naked thighs, his cock hardening at the touch of her skin. She turned her head to face him, her hand coming up to caress his cheek as she flirted, "Give me all you've got, Vigilante."

The rest of the day was spent just like that. Pure, animalistic fucking. It was to make up for all of the months of pent up teasing and taunting. By the end of the night, they were sweaty and exhausted.

"Shower?"

"Give me a couple of minutes to get hard again."

"I meant that because we stink, but yeah, if you want to go another round, I'm down."

Adrian raised his eyebrow at her comment before giving her an encouraging smile. "I'm always down for another round."

It was safe to assume that their neighbours were less than happy that they had finally gotten together. They would definitely have to invest in some earplugs if they wanted to be free from all of the sound the pair made.

With Adrian around, she'd never run out of ideas. Whether it was truly gruesome murders or heated intercourse, she'd always have their experiences to put into her work.

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sapphire-weapon · 8 months

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I'm not on Twitter and have no idea what happened today (mainly thanks to insanely toxic fandom shit, I do not have the headspace for that anymore) but as per your last ask, I'm sorry people were shitty to you today. I don't know what happened, but being dogpiled over ships is so stupid. Regardless, you're a talented writer and I absolutely adore your blog. I enjoy everything you put out and I'm saying this as somebody who's painfully neutral about Leshley/Eagleone lmao. The way you break down Leon, Ashley, Ada and others is so, so well fucking written and it's so lovely to see someone who can agree with my own opinions (even if I'm a relatively new and poorly articulate fan!).

My point: I hope hate never gets to you. You don't deserve it. Keep talking and writing, you're wonderful!

It doesn't get to me, and I think it was frustrating for a lot of the people who tried to jump on me to realize that I was treating them like a joke. I'm done playing with them now, though. I got bored, and now I'm just blocking anyone who decides to be a clown.

Basically what happened was, I went to Twitter and I yelled at EagleOne fandom to stop trying to appease the rest of RE fandom by wringing their hands and insisting that the ship is purely 100% innocent and there's no basis in canon.

And then Aeon fandom found the Tweet and they went full

and they took the whole "no, actually, Leon and Ashley's shared arc in RE4make is, in fact, canonically romantic in nature" thing very personally.

What I learned today is:

EagleOne will never be treated as a valid ship in fandom because the rest of the fandom has beaten down the majority of EagleOne people into believing (or at least saying they believe) that the ship isn't valid. We are our own worst enemies, and we are the ones holding the ship back -- not Aeon fandom or anyone else. As long as EagleOne people continue to care about what the rest of the fandom thinks of us, we will never be able to enjoy the ship on our own terms.

There's a really weird and uncomfortable sex-averse thing happening in fandom that I kind of vaguely knew in the back of my mind was there, but I had NO IDEA just how prevalent and insidious it was. Half the people were going "no no no there's no there there in canon" and the other half were legit saying "why do you have to sexualize it?" (as though two people being attracted to each other isn't inherently sexual in nature to begin with?) or even going so far as to say that my brain has been ruined by porn, as though I'm not like. A full grown adult who has had several different dicks in my own mouth, ass, and vagina at varying points in my life.

When given actual evidence for the claims I was making, the people who received it shut the fuck up and never came back into my mentions ever again. It is possible to get people to second-guess the narrative that's been fed to them by fandom, but if there's a way to effectively do that en masse, I don't know what it is.

Slash fans are based as fuck, because their responses to my Tweets were "ok but in my head Leon is still getting railed by dudes" and that is, objectively and unironically, the best attitude I've seen held by any shippers in any fandom ever. They're right, and they should feel good about saying it.

I'm not trying to pull an "it was just a social experiment" because it wasn't, and I genuinely was trying to call out EagleOne people for being a bunch of spineless cowards who are dedicated to destroying their own fun, but a very interesting bit of social commentary did shake out of the whole situation unintentionally.

But like I said to the last anon, I'm glad you're here, bro. I'm glad to be able to provide a place in this fandom where people can actually have intellectual conversations about scripting, game design, and cinematography/film direction/symbolism without the fear of the mob jumping on them for daring to think a little bit (as opposed to not at all).

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bottomlessabyssposts · 1 year

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hello fellow former mlb victim fan

I’m so curious now on what your thoughts on the show are. Like, just in general and also how the romance was handled. If you wanna share 👀

LISTEN. Way too many things and I will end up making this post too long but... I have some pent up frustration so let's just go by seasons (+ some other stuff) THIS IS VERY LONG SO HAVE A NICE READ

S1 : I think s1 was fine overall, though I was absolutely creeped out by Mari's behavior like ??? She's very likable and honestly I enjoy her character most of the time but it's just. Why would you make this 14 years old obsessive ?? As a middle aged man ?? AS A GAG ???? anyways. I think s1 was the only season where I don't have many things to say because 1) it wasn't that bad 2) i don't remember much

S2 : The beginning of my doom, CN is dumbed down more and more by the writers in favor of LB and this is so weird. Adrien isn't dumb, what he is oblivious and unaware of social norms. He spent his life homeschooled. (ALSO may I ask why is his life presented as going down hill when his mom disappeared when he's always been hidden from the world ?? Why is his mom shown as good when he couldn't even go to school and didn't have any friends except Chloé ??? How is she a good mother ??? How did his father change exactly ?? Did he just become colder or ??)

I think the swap kwami episode was in s2 and this is one of my LEAST favorite episodes ; CN's job is perceived as easy compared to LB but i'm sorry can Mari sacrifice herself so easily without any guarantee to come back ?? The heavy burden of the power of destruction and the knowledge that she could KILL someone doesn't bother her ??? This episode just served the purpose to show how LB is just. Much more important than CN and I am SICK of it.

Also uh can we talk real quick about Master Fu ? Dude thought "training" (that apparently happened off screen which is just bad writing) a CHILD to become the next guardian was a good idea ? Mari is a kid with dreams and passions and chaining her down to this duty is just outright cruel. In later seasons we don't even see her make anything ? She is supposed to want to become a fashion designer and now she's stuck stressing over kwamis and a way too complicated task where if she messes up, the world as they know it ends.

ALSO. Just my opinion but. The guardian shouldn't have been Mari. Or Adrien. It should've been a third party, completely unrelated, so no power imbalance would be created between CN and LB. I'm sorry but this is such a huge thing about the show, that has been hammered into our heads, that "destruction and creation must be balanced" and they do that ?? (plus it led to the season i hate the most, s4) The show had the opportunity to introduce another character, or make use of an already introduced one (i.e Luka) and make them a guardian ! Or something ??

s3 was fine, I liked Chat Blanc for the most part (Mari's tresspassing, her sniffing Adrien's pillow... ugh.) and thought it was very very heartbreaking to see Adrien like that, my poor boy cannot catch a break. Also Chloé redemption !! She deserved it, with her abusive mother and all, too bad they decided to burn everything by making her a caricature of herself and introducing the most bland replacement for her ! (A half sister whose existence made NO SENSE ? I thought Chloé's mom didn't like kids ? Plus why would she bother taking her other kid to Paris, and risking her reputation with cheating rumors ???)

Now... Now let's talk about s4... So much happened in this god forsaken season and i'm so, so, so tired and shed so many tears of RAGE. Chat Noir became a sidekick, plain and simple. Not even "just" a sidekick the protagonist would respect, like Robin, but a simple fill-in, a "partner like any other" as LB so amicably put it in Kuro Neko. I feel like the writers wanted to write conflict and all but... it's so badly written and only served to make people hate CN.

Chat's trust was abused so many times (Ephemeral, when he and LB were supposed to show the other their identity but what he didn't know was that Viperion was to know too, instead of just... explaining the situation ?), he was kept in the dark many, many times, not only by LadyBug, but also by his Father (interesting parallels) and Fu, all which, somehow, have a position of power over him. He felt replaced, which is entirely valid, because as much as he didn't communicate this, he offered LB his help so many times, and tried to open up, and all these have been either ignored or rejected. (now I'll talk about Mari's side after, but just know that i absolutely do not blame her for being stressed ! I am just critizing her actions which hurt her supposed best friend and partner very deeply) Not to mention Scarabella, whom he never knew the existence of, and could've killed. Chat probably doesn't care much that someone knows her identity, but she never told him, or even considered telling him to find someone to tell, too. I'm sorry but LB has been so strict on these rules but now she doesn't follow them, yet expects Chat to. (also, i'm mad they stripped Chloé of her miraculous because apparently "Hawkmoth knows who she is". Well, Hawkmoth knows who Ryuko is too, as well as Rena, or Viperion. Yet they still have theirs ?)

Chat has no support !! no circle to support him whereas Mari has Alya, even the Kwamis, her parents, and her friends ! Adrien's parents are off the list, Nathalie is way too close to his Father, the Gorille isn't much help, and it's not like he's actually close to anyone if not Nino (their only memorable interaction is in Rocketear in s4). Then, he loses his miraculous and is actually blamed for getting hurt by LB's behavior and reacting harshly (he should yes apologize however) LB has provided NO apologies, instead making Chat feel guilty ?? I remember this episode SO well because I was HOPING for a sweet Ladynoir scene, but NOOOOOOOO. Also this showed how shallow Mari's love for Adrien was -- she's basically in love with his mask, not very different from Kagami "Stop acting like a clown" Tsurugi

I think, however, that showing why Adrigami and Lukanette wouldn't work is a great idea ! Was it greatly handled ? Not really, but it could've been great ! I love Kagami and Luka and I wish for them to be in good hands (mine)

One last thing about Chat, then we'll talk about Mari's side ; I HATE HATE HATE how they ignore his struggles or act as if they do not exist. The creator himself calls Adrien "perfect" and act as if Adrien is totally fine, when the situations the boy is in SHOW how distressing his situation is. Adrien is CANONICALLY shown to : accept death and die, more than once, try to cataclysm himself, eat very little, have weak boundaries and doesn't know how to say 'no', isn't really aware of others' boundaries as well, shut down as soon as his father raises his voice, been hit by his Father (both in normal and Hawkmoth form), still hasn't been able to properly grieve his mother. ALL of this, and none of it has been explored, because the focus is not on him if Mari isn't there. The writers HATE abused kids and I'm not afraid to say it, because s5 spoilers showed how they're (Adrien, Chloé and Kagami) treated and considered by the writers.

Now, onto Mari ! You're heard everything I complained about, now let's hear something else ; I loved seeing her under the pressure and how it affected her, though I find it cruel, it was interesting to see since she learned a lot about herself and other people. Too bad the writers refuse to make characters change, huh. Also, nice that she tries to move on from Adrien ! Still not over the statue thing, but it's refreshing to see her move on, if only for like, three episodes. I wish we could've seen genuinely learn how to treat her partner better, how to not take him for granted. Maybe her resenting Master Fu for putting such a heavy burden on her shoulders ? She's the class president, a full time middle schooler, guardian and super hero, and that's it. She cannot indulge in her hobbies anymore and that sucks, because she deserves to be a kid. The writers obviously want her to be the most important character by pushing every single thing and events on her, even when her presence is not even necessary.

Since Mari is pushed to be the centre of everything, where she shouldn't even be, it means she gets both privilege by the writers, and also pain. It was nice though to have a character I could empathize with and also critisize, though the writers want to make her as lovely as possible.

As for the romance between Mari and Adrien... I stopped wanting them to be together in s4, because truth be told, they're incompatible, and the Universe obviously doesn't like them together either lol. It was so weirdly put in s5, and I stopped watching the show since then, so I don't know much, except for big, big spoilers which make me want to barge in the writers' room and strangle them one by one.

The ship is no longer something I enjoy, for many reasons, and I think they should've ended up with someone else (Adrien realizing he's gay and Marinette kissing Kagami on the lips for example)

Okay and for s5 just know that I hate it.

-> Marinette, of all people, learning who Hawkmoth is and then CHOOSING not to tell Adrien, as well as offering Gabriel to die as a hero, is just horrible. The conscious choice of taking away his agency, ONCE AGAIN, hiding secrets from him, hiding from him the fact that his father, his abuser, is HAWKMOTH is horrible. I wanted the confrontation between him and his father, but NOTHING. Mari got the spotlight and Adrien is nothing more than a bird in a cage I hate the writers.

-> Chloé got disowned by her (incompetent) dad and forced to leave with her Mother. What a way to get rid of the bully ! Giving her to her abusive mother ! Who doesn't know her name, doesn't care about ! As if Chloé didn't cry "why don't you love me, mom ?" ! God.

-> the senti reveal. I hate the senti theory i hate that it's real. They can't fight back, otherwise they can just be erased of existence, and even taking back the amok is useless because what if it breaks ? what if you lost it ? someone steals it ? I hate it so, so, so much, and making abused kids sentihumans is the worst thing ever.

#this is very long #nico asks #not gonna tag it from the source because i don't want them to perceive me but #here are my thoughts #my many many many thoughts

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Hiya Zak!

Lately I've been wondering, how do you write your fics? Do you have a process? A starting point?

Also, I know a major part ppl talk about in writing is "show not tell", how do you know if you're telling instead of showing? Cause I know that I, for one, would look down at what I wrote and have no idea if I'm showing or telling.

eyyo roshie-writes :DDD

ive actually answered the question on my writing process several times before. heres the latest time i answered that question in depth (answered in dec 2021), but the tl;dr is "i make at minimum 2 outlines before Actually Writing, and my outlines get Very detailed so im effectively writing each fic at least 3 times before it actually gets posted on ao3, because i apparently love to make myself suffer" jHVJHVKJFHD

but forreal, that ask does basically go thru my entire writing process, from idea conception to Actual Writing. and my process hasnt changed one bit since then. this has been my process since like, 2015 actually HAHA. it really works for me and how my brain is Built, but every single writer is different. what works for me may not work for others. like, i am Hugely reliant on outlines, but i know a lot of writers who get bogged down by outlines and prefer to write just straight to the page, and it's really fascinating and delightful to me that there are endless methods and ways to get a story out :D

what i wanted to talk about more is the "show dont tell" thing because.....

i hate that writing tip so much JHVKJDVFJKHDSFS

and u just gave me an excuse to talk about why at length! but i still also answer ur questions ofc! just.....after i talk about a whole lot of other things oops

for easy reference, heres the chronological table of contents im gonna go through under the cut (because this response got Long As Hell it's---OH GOD IT'S OVER 1.4K WORDS LONG, IM SO SORRY)

what "show dont tell" is (bcuz definitions r important)

litmus test to figure out whether youre showing or telling

why i dont like "show dont tell" (bcuz theres a time and place for both showing and telling, they both have benefits)

how i personally like to spruce up "telling"

feel free to skip over to the litmus test, since thats what u asked for! the rest is just me rambling because i am Very passionate about the benefits of "telling" HAHA

without further ado, lemme get into it!

what "show dont tell" is (bcuz definitions r important)

Telling is = giving the information that a sentence/scene is trying to convey outright.

Showing is = giving the information that a sentence/scene is trying to convey through description.

so in its simplest definition, an example of a Telling sentence could be, for example "The office of Luke's detective agency was often messy, but Rosa's has always known that Luke's a bit of a messy person."

meanwhile a Showing version of that sentence could be, for example "Upon entering the office of Luke's detective agency, there were discarded reports on the floor, dusty file boxes in disarray, a half empty bag of dried figs on the couch; all of which Rosa just sighs fondly at."

at this point, i wanna say that "show dont tell" is probably a very popular piece of advice because for many beginner writers or for people new to storytelling in general, the first instinct is to tell. because it's often more direct, and it's also how we generally tell stories in casual conversation, for example. like, when im telling my friend about a funny thing that happened at work, i tell them "dude this thing made me SO FUCKING NERVOUS" which is a Telling sentence. i usually dont go "my hands were shaking the entire time i was giving this presentation and my gut felt like it was twisting into itself" which is a Showing sentence, simply because the Telling sentence is easier and quicker to say.

Telling is first instinct, but reading a 5k short story that is all Telling can get pretty boring or monotonous, because what Showing has that Telling often doesnt have is Description. Showing fleshes out a scene some more, challenges the reader to surmise details on their own and connect the dots themselves, and also trains beginners to be more active in describing their scenes and fleshing it out further.

litmus test to figure out whether youre showing or telling

in general when youve got a Telling sentence, the information a sentence is trying to convey is most usually directly spelled out in the sentence itself.

on the flipside, when youve got a Showing sentence, the information is something that can be garnered from the descriptors of what can be seen, how other characters react, etc.

so long as a sentence is Not Outright saying the information it wants to get across, then youve probably got a showing sentence.

so if ur trying to figure out if what youve written is Telling or Showing, first ask yourself "what information am i trying to convey here?" and once you know that, look at what youve written and see how you conveyed it. did you convey this directly? or did you allude to it using details that lead to that information?

to demonstrate, let me go back to my previous example with luke and rosa. both sentences are conveying two pieces of information. 1) that the office is usually messy and 2) that rosa isn't surprised cuz she knows luke Lives Like This

the Telling sentence says these pieces of info outright. meanwhile the Showing sentence doesnt and takes more time to give details that simply allude to those two pieces of information, details like what shit luke has strewn around his apartment and rosa's reaction.

why i dont like "show dont tell" (bcuz theres a time and place for both showing and telling, they both have benefits)

i dont like "show dont tell" because a lot of the time, when i see this piece of writing advice, it's worded as "ALWAYS show and NEVER tell" and uh.......no, thats not right

first off, all writing advice is Not absolute. what works for one writer may not work for another writer and no technique out there is inherently Bad, it all Depends on so many factors. secondly, the balance between Showing and Telling is also hugely reliant on each writer's specific style. like, personally i love to do Telling a bunch for sentence structure variation, for humor/comedy, or for a whole lot of other reasons!! which leads me to my third point:

Telling has its uses and its benefits.

because listen......Showing is indeed really great, and like i said earlier, it pushes writers to flesh out scenes more.

but not every scene or piece of information in a story needs to be fleshed out in the way that Showing necessitates.

i like to think about it this way. Showing has the tendency to expand a scene/information, and i visualize this literally. like, if my story was represented by 5 accordions glued to each other (bear with me here), and i just so happened wanted to use Showing for everything, all of those accordions would be stretched out and expanded. on the flipside, if i use Telling for everything, all of those accordions are pushed tight together, because Telling tends to contract a scene/information.

having a story thats 5 accordions long that made up of All Telling OR All Showing is generally not how stories work. instead, stories are a mix of accordions, some contracted and some expanded, because different scenes/information have different levels of importance and value.

like, lemme use an example from chapter 2 of "yes, she’s my lover, yes, she’s a half-dragon. any more questions?" since thats one of my most recent non smut fics HAHA

over the course of this chapter, the following happens

luke realizes he needs to find out more information on ria being half dragon

luke starts writing to vyn, a scholar, who could have that info

luke travels to stellis to meet vyn

luke meets vyn at his bookshop and theres a whole situation that happens there

luke returns back to his and ria's cottage

luke and ria have a little heart to heart over dinner about stuff

of those 6 things, numbers 4 and 6 are the most important scenes to me. in the chapter, numbers 4 and 6 are the scenes that get most fleshed out, they are the most told through Showing sentences in a Showing kind of method

but the other stuff isnt as important in the chapter, but they still need to be there for logistical reasons. number 1 needs to be there to setup the reason for why this whole chapter happens, but i dont want to bog the entire chapter down with just luke Realizing He Needs More Info, so i write number 1 mostly in hindsight, and mostly through Telling sentences.

same goes with numbers 2, 3, and 5. those things need to happen to get from scene to scene, but it's not like it's narratively important for me to write out luke's entire medieval fantasy commute. i can just say "One of the kingdom’s main cities is a quarter-day’s ride away from the nearby village, and after letting Ria know that he’s off to do some errands, Luke hitches a ride with a vendor on his way to the city; Stellis." and boom, done, we're in stellis and now we can get on with the more interesting bits

Telling has its uses because a story can't always be Showing everything, because then that puts every single instance or piece of information at Exactly the same value. when it really isnt! sometimes, a guy just needs to get from point A to point B, and so long as nothing important is happening during that travel, Telling is a much more economical way to go about it. sometimes the info Needs to be conveyed, but not necessarily expanded.

and this can make the stuff that is expanded and is done through Showing more impactful or striking because of the contrast. like, in the chapter i used as an example, thats 6 accordions, but 2 are completely expanded while the other 4 are more contracted. this makes the 2 more notable because it's chock full of description, dialog, imagery, etc. it makes more of an impact than, say, luke's medieval fantasy commute, because i contracted that accordion and expanded these accordions.

additionally, i seem to see a lot of people who espouse "ALWAYS show and NEVER tell" seeing Telling as something that will always be boring and dull.

and Telling can be dull sometimes, sure, but there are definitely ways to spruce it up and make it integral to the story. which leads me to my next point

how i personally like to spruce up "telling"

ok it's at this point that i realize this response is now over 1.4k words long so UHHHH I'LL GO THROUGH THIS NEXT BIT SUPER QUICKLY

which will be easy cuz i actually wrote up a whole post about this before, so lemme just link it: "USE YOUR CHARACTER'S PERSPECTIVE IN "TELLING" TO MAKE "TELLING" MORE ENGAGING" POST

uh so. this response got outta hand jhvjhVKJHVKHJ but i hope something her can be helpful!!!

#i get uh....impassioned when talking abt writing processes and techniques jVKJVKJH #asks #roshie-writes

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