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acupofmochaa · 23 minutes ago

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tsujimura + 🥭 !!!

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hello kavi blackwaves!!! for this ask i consulted the google random number generator to help me pick a number. it picked 4 <3

4. how do you think you would react to this character in real life and vice versa? would you prefer be a million miles out of range, be amicable classmates, or fall desperately in love? (bonus: arrange a hypothetical date between yourself and this character. getting silly with it is encouraged (fakedate them! escape a dinner date through a bathroom window!))

now not to be a lesbian in main (*...side? since im posting on my sideblog?) but tsujimura falls under my type. what that type is i cannot tell you exactly (idk what it is either) but i would crush on her if i knew her irl LOL. despite that friends/acquaintances would be the ideal dynamic for me. i imagine aside from the mysterious woman act she puts on she'd otherwise act mostly the same to those who know her outside of work

on a hypothetical date, her wearing her emotions on her sleeve is something i'd find endearing. but also she'd never be fully vulnerable if that. makes sense? like she's purposefully keeping herself from a distance but wouldn't say outright why. i'd know she loves spy movies and is saving up for a new car, but is oddly vague when it comes to talking about her personal life. would probably go on a few more dates only to realize it wouldn't really lead to a relationship. either way i feel tsujimura would be a great friend regardless and that's probably how the date went LOL

now, another question i wanted to answer for self-indulgence purposes (answer cut under the read more because it's too long)

6. weave a web of dynamics through the cast for this character: which dynamics are you most interested in? both canonically and through extrapolation/speculation— which dynamics are the richest to you, and why?

hoo boy this is a long one. here we go

ayatsuji: unsurprising to absolutely no one. richest dynamic for me. wdym kyogoku planned for them to be partners from the start? and all bc they had the same kanji in their name?? her swearing that if fate demanded she protect him then she'd do so?? on the FIRST DAY too??? that was a literal marriage proposal idc. i love that tsujimura regardless of what ango told her about his status as a dangerous ability user she wants to know about him as a person first and foremost because she doesn't care what power he has that deems him so dangerous she just wanted to know what he was like as a person. the fact that she's the Only person who can tolerate being his supervisor makes me giggle sorry but also that specdiv salary better be worth it because she deserves more compensation dealing with that blonde man slash affectionate. the trust they have in each other!! warping what you've known and the rules you abide by just for him!! and the fact that they'd risk their lives for one another!! they've shaped e/o as a part of their everyday lives and the fact that tsujimura was willing to throw away the orders that literally define her sole purpose of being his supervisor just so she can see him again. pulls at my hair while yelling and rolling on the floor. ayatsuji giving her a genuine smile at the end because of course she'd still want him safe despite it all, that's the kind of person she is, that amidst the guns pointed at his head she looks at him and all he can think of is how lucky he is to have her by his side as a detective because he's doing this job for people like her, and if he were to be chained down and dragged through the recesses of hell to face all of those he'd brought justice down upon just to have her by his side as his partner he'd do it in a heartbeat. but they would rather eat a leg than admit that to one another. they're e/o's downfalls. im going to be sick

ango: have to note that tsujimura does not know of his pathetic sopping wet rat status and sees him as a cool reliable boss that is willing to up the stakes for the job. there is respect and also a sort of. shared melancholy(?) that comes with the job, knowing that they can't be vulnerable or grieve or mourn but having to carry on regardless. a responsible senpai, i believe she carries some form of fear towards him but it's moreso that he's really intimidating when it comes to lecturing/scolding her because it's not done in a loud angry way but a more quiet reprimanding way which is arguably worse. the respect is shared i think ango would find her to be an endearing kouhai

tsujimura sr: each time anyone reminds me about tsujimura's relationship with her mother i break down in tears btw. living with someone who's practically a stranger to you and chasing after her even after her death just to get a glimpse of what she was like as a person, if she truly cared about her at all. she's haunted by the shadows of her ability and what her mother must've been like. (gaiden ln spoilers) and the fact that she Does care but can't show it because of the nature of their jobs and that she's forced to watch over her from afar and relies on ayatsuji to take care of her. siri play die your daughter by susannah joffe

we are entering headcanon territory

kyogoku: kyogoku's dynamics are limited to ayatsuji for. (gestures vaguely in gaiden ln spoilers) reasons. but i'd Love to see more of what kyogoku and tsujimura's dynamic would be like. i feel she'd also be a victim of kyogoku info dumping about some sort of philosophy or religion that he's too knowledgeable in and she'd just be there forced to listen. if she has trouble keeping up with ayatsuji's rambling then it's ten times worse with kyogoku slash lighthearted. i would think that in another universe if kyogoku and ayatsuji weren't e/o's arch nemesis kyogoku would Adore tsujimura and would dote on her like a granddaughter, much to ayatsuji's dismay. the only way tsujimura can win against an argument with ayatsuji is that if kyogoku backs her up and i feel there'd be an unspoken alliance there, again, much to ayatsuji's dismay

murakoso + aoki: in my head these three are besties. murakoso and tsujimura moreso but they never leave aoki out. in canon they're def aware of e/o but aren't as close but in my head they go drinking together after work. murakoso is a menace and so is aoki but it's more controlled yk. they don't see e/o much during work lest ango decides to interfere in one of ayatsuji's cases and/or they get to chat together really quickly before tsujimura is off for the ayatsuji agency. i would kill to see them fight together actually, i know they'd slay it.. aoki and tsujimura at the sides supporting murakoso with their respective guns but also being able to fight regardless without weapons because of their physical weapons nods nods.

chuuya: there is potential in chuutsuji bestfriendism everyone walk with me. the fact that he can tell that her ability isn't her's from first meeting i know he'd be a solid friend to ask advice from despite being from the mafia. not a lot of opportunities to hangout outside work (chuuya is an executive, tsujimura is supervising one of the most dangerous ability users and is tied to the govt) but i like to think they stumble upon e/o while on the clock and it'd catch both of them off guard LOL. also thinking about how during their first conversation with one another he immediately assumes tsujimura to be younger than him. he is in an endless state of proving himself to be cool to her. it's working. i feel she does the same to him too

kyouka: we are robbed of a possible interaction between them but alas tsujimura is confined to gaiden </3. let them bond over not having complete control of their abilities.. kyouka wanting to not hate demon snow despite the orders it was given and learning to accept it as part of her. tsujimura hating her ability like it's a part of her she wants to hide forever, like she shames herself each time it comes to life. they'd probably bond over the lives they didn't mean/want to take either. i need these two to have a long talk about forgiving and accepting themselves </3 also. tsujimura big sis agenda. she would spoil kyouka with so much crepes

higuchi: something something higuchi being in an environment unsuited for her and tsujimura being the exact opposite. that art of them eating ramen together in vol.2 changed my brainworms and i'd kill to have them interact off work. they'd be best friends outside work and would discretely hide their true professions to one another. they'd meet up after work over dinner and maybe a drink complaining about their co-workers but being unable to do anything about it because "that's just how it is yk" or some other half-assed excuse they'd make up

ask game!

#answered asks #holy YAP hi kavi sorry this took a while 💔

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pubby-pupperoni · 1 year ago

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You're the fnaf mutual so I'm going to overthink in your inbox for two seconds. The company in game and books is aware of the terrible past, and is using old code to speed up programming things (the mimic joke here) but what if they are using more of the old technology from the old fnaf pizza places? Wouldn't giving their main attractions actual souls make them more life like and relatable to the public? You can literally talk with Freddy Fazbear, he has a personality and everything, isn't that amazing kids give us your parents money. They certainly used certain parts of the funtime designs for the glamrocks, that ice-cream cake and pinata chest cavity wasn't originally designed for that purpose. The scooper apparently still exists, if it's the original one how much soul juice does it still have/had in it?

I like the idea of greedy corrupt company going into an area and not realizing the consequences because they are too busy looking at the money. Not knowing all of the fine details about everything, not realizing how dire the consequences could get, with money-making in the way to blind them further. I don't know if they're getting this detailed with the story though, I'm just throwing stuff at a wall

I'm very tired so if possible I'll try to add on in the morning but this is pretty tricky to answer bc we got a lot from HW2 but not the main answers we were looking for.

I'm pretty confident rn that none of the animatronics are haunted, just super advanced AI (as was suppose to be the case in Sl before Pizzeria Sim happened(?)) otherwise the mimic virus wouldn't have corrupted them, Freddy not being affected may just have been bad writing or safe mode just wiped it out of him somehow idk. Also they make it quite clear almost all the souls have moved on besides a few.

The only thing we don't know about is all the Nightmarionne imagery, possibly/most likely a ghost that just refused to move on bc they knew what the company was doing and wants them to suffer. Dying on your birthday at Freddy's is one thing, but fianlly killing your murderer only for the company to profit off your death is another. And than to top it off a random endoskeleton LEARNS about William and decided to become him? What a fucking nightma(ionne)!

"Listen guys you all rest I'll go take care of the shit fest that's happening over there, alright? I'll call you if we need to trap someone in the nightmare dimension again"

From how I look at it SL was the branching off point for the advanced AI. Baby was a very advanced AI and the literal ringleader of the operation, she would use Ballora and FT Foxy as lures/distractions while she killed the kids and got FT Freddy to help hide the mess. She was also keen on manipulation "faking" being Elizabeth to earn the nightguard's trust and sympathy so she can scoop out his insides and live inside of him till the body rotten so much they had to stop their collaborative roleplay server for being outdated and jump ship. With this ultimately leading to Baby being kicked out for abusing admin.

Also about the Glamrocks using the Funtime's design, I think this was done so the company could cover the fact their animatroncis were literally designed to kill kids. Like oh no no the Freddy hatch was just for cake! See??? Just a simple reuse of the design to deflect instead of actually being the same design itself. Baby's was easier to defend bc she also literally did use it to produce ice cream, I'm guessing the claw was turned into a hand in HW2 because Scott looked at that and went "okay thats a bit too obvious lemme tweak it a bit" or someone at SW suggested the changed and Scott said yes bc it makes more sense. Chica's voicebox may have also been a reuse of FT Foxy's and Ballora's lures but thats more of a stretch.

Pizzeria Sim is,,,something. Baby's characterization basically goes out the window and she fully claims to be Elizabeth. Now a lot of people just accepted Baby really is Elizbaeth (which is the canon answer but idc). While in SL that was ambiguous (bc she was a manipulative genius!) All that gets pushed aside in Pizzeria Sim. What I like to think is that after being kicked out of Ennard and being apart of it for so long she just kinda lost herself, who was she? She wasn't Baby anymore she lost herself, her look, the hold she had on those around, she was like a lost child in that moment...maybe she was a lost child? Maybe she really was Elizabeth this whole time? And in that moment of weakness she fully convinced herself that she WAS Elizabeth, she was William's daughter, his creation.

An AI that convinces itself they are someone they aren't (sound familiar?)

In HW2 I just want to note, as other have, how Baby feels different. Shes her old self back from good old SL. Now you might say well yes of course she is, she doesnt get like that till Pizzeria Sim. But it should also be noted on how emphasize was placed on her and her alone, not the other Funtimes, and not certainly not Scrapbaby. They wanted to emphasize SL's Baby, the "advanced AI". What I'm hoping this is that its a roll back on the character, not necessarily a retcon but trying to fix her character a bit with how it was fucked in Pizzeria Sim.

Now a lot of people just accepted Baby really is Elizbaeth. While in SL that was ambiguous (bc she was a manipulative genius!) All that gets pushed aside in Pizzeria Sim. What I like to think is that after being kicked out of Ennard and being apart of it for so long she just kinda lost herself, who was she? She wans't Baby anymore she lost herself, her look, the hold she had on those around, she was like a lost child in that moment...maybe she was a lost child? Maybe she really was Elizabeth this whole time? And in that moment of weakness she fully convinced herself that she WAS Elizabeth, she was William's daughter, his creation.

An AI that convinces itself they are someone they aren't (sound familiar?)

So basically SL was the introduction of the advanced AI era, Pizzeria Sim got rid of most of the spirits (and helped trapped William in hell in UCN) and made the companies ads literally help fuck you over on nights which is pretty on the nose looking back, and SB was our formal introduction to the new era of Fazbear Ent and its consequences with HW2 tying them all into one game/one era (HW going up to SL and HW2 having SL and after in it)

Or maybe I just pulled most of that out of my ass bc when it boils down Baby ACTUALLY being Elizabeth and being such a "daddy's girl" instead of the manipulative genius she was in SL literally ruined her character in general idk (like yeah shes a traumatized child but the way it just happens still kinda sucks) . And also again I'm tired as hell!

I need to stop going on tangents lol

Edit: I was thinking of mentioning the fact that the megaplex is built over the pizzeria sim than I remembered Gregory just made that shit up lol (In RUIN I honestly can't tell what that area is under the megaplex, I think it's mentioned in the books?) Also sorry if this is kinda jumbled I just wanted to quickly fix a few things before posting bc I keep forgetting about this post and making it sit in my drafts sorrryyyy

#the trilogy and the tales from the pizzaplex are the only canon books btw fazbear frights has like vague plot elements at best #but isnt stated to be directly canon mostly used to explain some things but really doesnt #also need to note this does have my opinons/bias in it #none of this is really set in stone for myself until their more info

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monicaeidolith · 18 days ago

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"reblog to ramble about ur mc" I'm so fuCKING GLAD YOU ASKED--

Am I too late for this help I was scrolling through the adwd tag and saw this do we fw with Chinese MCs in this house,,

lore below lore below, obvious spoilers for ADWD and Beyond The Bet too

He's quite straightforward, even blunt sometimes. Professional ragebaiter, LOVES teasing people he's close with. Of course Casper is his main victim (not his fault if Casper's taking the bait everytime 🙄). Uses sarcasm a lot either to tease people mainly Casper or when he's pissed.

Surprisingly he's the loner type, he's not really a social butterfly. Lowkey got anger issues and impulsive thoughts as well (like... wanting to throw his laptop out of the window because of notifications sounds...). Despite acting somewhat confident... he's not really. Well, it's not catastrophic per se. But it's not that good either, he just doesn't really believe he's that special as a person. That's lowkey why he doesn't really care that much about his own safety.

At first, Yu flirted with Casper but it wasn't that much serious. It didn't help that he was initially convinced Casper was lying about being a Grim Reaper. Then oh oops, he got actual feelings for Casper during the week, starting somewhat at the 3rd day once he realized the whole Grim Reaper "bullshit" was not bullshit. The usually loner Yu finds himself craving for Casper's presence. And actually starts worrying about him and his safety. And the rare times Yu's teasing backfires at him, it's very effective on him. He "joked" about marriage and living with Casper but he's not joking anymore lol. Would SO sacrifice himself for Casper.*

+ more stuff I don't know how to put into long paragraphs and/or elements I'm not decided on yet or just are very very random so I'll just throw them out:

trans (ftm) bisexual

works as a mortician (I'm sorry but this is way too funny not to be his job + omg it's just like Six Feet Under (if you know this series raise your hand)). At least until Beyond The Bet DLC - Ending 6: Bloom (it's his canon ending for me idc it's my fav ending).

*well he did sacrifice his healing abilities just so Casper could become human in Ending 6 so...

def struggles with socializing

not decided if he's autistic or not yet but he's certainly neurodivergent

born in Winter, not fixed on when exactly

has Chinese heritage, was born and grew up in Australia

his parents died when he was a teenager, he was basically raised by his big sister atfer that.

has a hamster, her name is Ciel

his fav color is green

pspspsp people with POC MCs for a date with death where are you.. pspspsp cmere so i can give u a follow plsplsplspls

#hope there's no typo #english's not my first language yadda yadda #help I wanted to draw Yu for so so so long but couldn't do it before like.#last week maybe #now the time to gather all my rambling on one post ffff #did I played once again to adwd solely to gather those thoughts and get some lore elements correct?#yes. yes I did.#that's why I took so long to post this although it was on my drafts for a while now #yu huang... yellow light... sunshine... get it...#help x2 I saw an occasion to ramble and gladly took it #like. the stars were aligned #tbh when I decided he's Chinese-*Australian* I somehow remember the game is taking place in Australia?#but tbh I... don't even know?#in any case the sole fact he can casually diss on Australia makes it funny enough if he's lived in Australia himself #a date with death #adwd #adwd mc #a date with death mc #my drawing #technically

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philosophicalparadox · 1 year ago

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You know, being a Selective Shipper almost sucks sometimes.

Like, I can like or enjoy nearly any ship if it’s done in a certain way, dependent on the answer to these questions:

Do they make sense? As in, is their dynamic interesting? I honestly don’t care about compatibility, it ain’t about that, I want them to be interesting

What’s the context? AU can be done beautifully but I typically don’t like them because they like to throw context out the window. Which is fine if you’re just there for the ship. But I want to know how they happened too. It’s why I perpetually seem to write slow burns lol I gotta know the why with the what. (Horny self indulgent oneshots notwithstanding)

Could there be a canon-flavored explanation for this? Meaning, basically, does this work as a plausible canon divergence, or is it canon-AU? I can vibe with either if the writer is honest about it, but tend to favor divergence just because of ND brain inertia.

Is this ship going to put me in a bad emotional/mental place? Note, I do not one iota care whether a ship is “problematic”. But certain kinks are deeply Squick to me, (actual torture, as an example) and certain pairings are very not my cup of tea for dynamic or emotional reasons (parent/child pairings, for example, though incest in general does not deter me at all so antis take note)

Are they reasonably in character for the situation? THIS. It’s entirely personal to me, but unless the OOC is justified by circumstances presented in the fic or other medium, I find it really hard to hang on to the plot no matter how interesting. Now, as stated, if the OOC-ness is itself plot specific, that’s entirely different. I am all for “what would it take to get them to act like this?” Situations. They’re among my favorite. It’s when there’s no context for the weirdness that I get turned off to it.

Similar to that, and tying this all up, the question of “what would make them not work for each other”? I usually take this quibble with a pinch of salt, (see the “idc about problematic designations” above) BUT there are sometimes circumstances presented in canon that make particular characterizations off-putting or unrealistic but also certain ships or dynamics. Say character A has been traumatized by war. It makes total sense that they’d be drawn to character B who is a combat vet and would know some things. What ceases to make sense is to turn character A into a pro-war personality for the sake of that particular ship. Or, if character C was deeply and seriously traumatized by character D in canon, then I’m going to want some kind of explanation for why they’re working in your story despite everything to the contrary. Sometimes canon actually supplies answers to that question, in which case I have no problem. It’s when there’s an absence of any evidence that they’d ever even like each other that I kind of intellectually expect an explanation.

Now these are all just my opinions and the point I am making is that it almost does not matter what the ship is to me at all as long as it hits on at least most of the above points.

And that it actually really SUCKS because it strips away my enjoyment of a LOT of fan works in particular fandoms, especially big fandoms. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with making art however you like, and I am not saying that it is, thank you. Write that coffee shop AU. Make a high school or college or other AU. Write that weird crazy absolutely insane crackship with no canon bearing whatsoever. Write the things that help you heal, or make you squeal, whatever. I don’t really care. If I don’t like it I don’t read it (except in very rare circumstances where I’m trying to conquer an illogical aversion I have to the concept of something, but that’s a me thing and it’s never anyone else’s problem)

I’m only bellyaching and Le Sigh-ing about the fact I have to write/make more than I can read I guess. It’s exhausting in a way to have such niche yet broad interests at the exact same time. One shots are nice but they don’t fill the void in my fangirl soul the way a well structured narrative that addresses these questions does..

Le-sigh.

#personalish #fandom blurb #writing fanfic #please don’t tag this as shipping discourse it’s really not #proship #selective shipping #it’s a curse

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hnnyoongs · 4 years ago

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When you ship people who hate each other in canon but you’d think they’d be great together if they ... just got along??? Alternate universe Sirius x Severus where are youuuuu antis dni it’s ok if u hate either of them / hate the pairing just dni alright

#harry potter #pro snape #pro severus snape #snape is gay idc what y’all say #sirius x severus #sirius x snape #let me dream alright #throws canon out the window

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cruoremprys · 6 years ago

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Should I post my Arthur x oc fics? Probably not.

Am I gonna? Probably.

#cruor txt #yall can enjoy me throwing canon out the window #also I.fucked up up loading my icon but idc Ill do it better later

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treezxu · 2 years ago

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If I were to do something with it I’d totally play with canon SOOO much

For example, Agony (idk what it is in canon so don’t look too hard) would be something that builds up in a spirit and typically is released as negative entities/areas. I’d take it and fuck with it soooo much. Throw canon out the window

Agony is negative thoughts and emotions. The more intensely they died, the more powerful their agony. A ghost that is full of agony will be much more powerful. But it is hard to control and therefore not useful to the ghosts themselves

But for Cassidy, because she had so much of it and was so much more powerful (plus it pairs with Evan’s) it’d create ucn. Which is basically just a weird limbo/afterlife thing. Charlie has more control over limbo, and is he most powerful spirit

Williams agony would manifest and help a) keep him alive through the fnaf 3 fire and b) help him escape ucn (bc if I rewrite fnaf lore, we’re doing glitchwill. Idc William is one of my favs I love him)

Evan would NOT be stuck in fredbear, but rather be able to wander. However, he runs the risk of stumbling into ucn and getting lost there because of his connections to Cassidy and how powerful his own agony is

He would instead try to communicate with Michael through the Walkie-Talkie in the fredbear plush.

Mike Schmidt and Fritz Smith would NOT be Michael Afton, but rather their own characters.

The missing kids would be very unaware of their actions. They do not know for sure what is happening or who they are killing, only that their target is William Afton

Cassidy simply leads them, they follow without question except Charlie. But Charlie’s own agony along with the puppet’s ai makes it aggressive. The music box calms her down enough to keep that in check. Charlie is afraid of her power as a ghost and thus a lot of it is expelled

Shadow Freddy and Bonnie would be manifestations of a mixture of leftover remnant and expelled agony. They’d probably play bigger roles

Elizabeth is the only one who understands how to harness her agony, because cbby was made to collect souls and things. She uses it to help with remnant collection and especially when she’s booted out of ennard, it becomes an energy source for her

I don’t habe Lore for Michael im making this up on the spot I am soooo ugh

The toys are affected by the agony (Charlie and the MCI’s) and that makes them violent

The phantoms r… idk. Idek what they r in canon

Fnaf 3 Fire would end up trapping Cassidy and Evan in UCN, and now they’re looking for William bc he’s supposed to be there, but he’s not. They’re following nothing in a weird, dreamlike place

How does one come up with cool fnaf retold au lore I WANNA JOIN IN SO BAAADD

#tzu rambles #just tossing ideas out ig #fnaf au

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hirazuki · 6 years ago

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In my whole life, I never thought that there would be this many innocuous words that now make me twitch when I hear them.

*pencils “misguided” onto ever-growing list*

#i've seen the discussion go back and forth without participating in it #bc i'm tired #and simply bc once again people are using vocabulary incorrectly and flippantly #without caring to understand why it's incorrect #(and no idc that it was used in canon i thought everyone was all about throwing canon out the window #if that applies to everything else then it applies to this too sorry)#my verdict is #b l o c k e d #preserving my sanity 2k19 and starting the year strong #;alkdfj;alsdjf i told myself i wouldn't post anything about /t h a t/ with the new year but like #it's fuckin everywhere and it's overwhelming holy shit #good luck to the vas this weekend omfg #i feel like they're being thrown to the wolves #talk: v

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oncasette · 3 years ago

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could you please do anything fluffy/hurt comfort for eddie. maybe some reassurance of some sort idc. vol 2 is fake and not canon and did not happen and i will not be hearing anything otherwise

- 🪷

anon my love. of course.

you’ve locked yourself in eddie’s bathroom, knees pulled up to your chest in the dry tub. you know you’re gonna cry, it’s inevitable with the way your eyes are heavy and stinging.

eddie’s not home, yet, either. he’s at hellfire, and the meeting seems to be running late judging by the color of the sky through the thin slats of window above the toilet.

or, at least, you thought he wasn’t home.

“baby, why is the door locked? you trying to shower without me, again?” the door knob jiggles, startling you with his presence. you can hear the rustle of plastic bags being set down, something heavy. “c’mon let me in, getting a little worried.”

you don’t answer him, don’t think you can. there’s no way you’re getting a word out that sounds okay enough to throw him off your scent.

the door jiggling stops for a moment, long enough for eddie to loudly dig for something in his pockets, before he’s cracking the lock with his a credit card.

“sweetheart…” he’s dropping his things in the small sink before he’s kneeling against the edge of the tub, his palm finding that spot just between your shoulder blades.

“don’t want your pity,” you whimper. you want to look at him, want to find comfort in those big brown eyes of his, but you can’t find the strength to lift your head.

“it’s not pity, baby. god, what happened?”

“dunno. hit a wall,” you mumble. it’s another beat of silence with his hand steadily tracing the planes of your back before he speaks up again.

“scoot forward for me?” he asks. you nod, barely, forcing your rickety joints to push you forward enough for him to slip in behind you.

he’s silent as he does it. shaking off his jacket to give you enough skin to skin contact, he curls his arms around your waist.

you’re freezing and sweating and, god, eddie just wants to fix it. wants to fix everything. wants to burn down hawkins, hell, the world if it’ll just help you smile again.

“i love you,” he mumbles against your skin.

“i love you,” you reply, picking your head up enough to lean further into him. “love you so much, eds.”

it’d be okay, everything was going to be fine. eddie would make sure of it.

tags— @zeldaknight @ridestomars @gods-and-monsterss

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #stranger things #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader

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plzu · 3 years ago

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Iced Caramel Macchiato (with soy) - (Adrian Chase/Vigilante x f!barista!Reader) (pre-show timeline)

part one! ☕️ part three! ☕️

more fuzzy feelings & fluff (kinda??) and maybe, a little hint of un-spoken-of sadness and definitely a hint of spice. mostly from adrian's POV this time!

Summary: Adrian tries to figure out if the cute barista likes him.

Warnings: passively horny Adrian, brief mention of canon-typical violence, brief mention of the White Dragon, no Y/N, hair mention for reader (ponytail/hair pulling), overuse of parentheses (of all things), i made adrian lactose intolerant idc

Word Count: 5405

Yo, Peacemaker! It’s your BFF Vigilante. Quick question, bro to bro: if a girl writes your name with a heart, does that mean anything? Like, is she into you?

Adrian watches his text to Peacemaker join the other unread messages. The screen reflects back a wall of blue text bubbles - months of one-sided conversation.

He had taken to texting his idol -- his best friend, his crime-fighting partner -- once he finally learned Peacemaker had been taken to prison. And wasn’t going to be let out for a while. Adrian was bummed when he found out, but it lessened the sting of rejection that the unanswered phone calls and unreturned voicemails left. The mailbox became full, but he still couldn’t help sending texts.

It just slipped his mind at first -- he’d be having a kickass day of taking down criminals and just wanted to share the victory with the first person that comes to mind. (Or a quick Yikes -- accompanied by the appropriate emoji -- for the occasional whoopsie-daisy of killing the wrong person.) Countless texts like these sent to a man with no access to his cell phone.

Because Adrian didn’t have anyone else to tell. Vigilante was his best-kept secret, but it came with a price, and that price was loneliness. Itchy, mind-buzzing loneliness.

(Peacemaker may not know who Vigilante is under the mask, but at least they could bond over their shared interest in killing.)

(Killing bad people. Specifically.)

Adrian rotates the empty plastic cup in his hand, admiring the handwriting of the cute barista that wrote his name on it. He had brought it into his apartment and washed it, fully intent on keeping it indefinitely. The little bubble heart that dots the ‘i’ of his name near the rim of the cup is probably the most captivating thing he’s ever seen. It’d be a waste to toss this in the trash.

Besides, he muses. He’s doing his part as a member of society by keeping it. He’s recycling.

He considers taking it with him. Leave it in the cup holder of his car so that he has a part of you with him as soon as he gets out of work. He settles for carefully placing it on his nightstand instead.

He tries to see you again. He has two closing shifts in a row at Fennel Fields, though, and by the time the restaurant closes, you’ll be long gone from the cafe. Probably. The Evergreen Bean closes at 10, and he can’t imagine you’d still be there by 11, let alone when he trudges out of work past midnight.

So he goes before work, on his way in.

The first time, though, it’s bustling. He peeks in through the storefront and sees the long line of customers, some tapping their feet impatiently. He scans over their heads towards the counter and sees you, barely keeping it together at the register. Your smile is strained. Adrian recognizes that look, the customer service smile, the utter helplessness of having to appease people because your job depends on it.

He checks the time on his phone and glances, disappointedly, back at you through the storefront windows. There’s no time to wait in line without risking being late for his shift. So he resolves to try again tomorrow.

******

In between the monotony of busing tables and re-filling cups with water and throwing out the trash, Adrian asks for the input of his co-workers regarding the potential, underlying meaning of having one’s name written with a heart on their cup. He’s misread social cues in the past, and, like, he’s not used to getting drinks from cafes so maybe this was a social norm? Maybe that was a signature thing the baristas have to do at the cafe you work at. A cute little trend for the ‘gram, or whatever.

He wants the attention you give him -- starlit eyes that danced with mirth because of him, to be sincere. Lights that didn’t stop twinkling even after you remembered who he was. It makes his brain fuzzy, unexpectedly stokes at the flames of his ego that only ever sparks when he’s wearing the mask.

Adrian has Taylor’s full support, accompanied by an awkward clap on his shoulder. “Go for it, man.”

The grin that spreads across Adrian’s face in response is genuine in its boyishness. “Thanks, Taylor.”

“Whatever will get you to stop asking for my cousin’s number.”

Adrian laughs. Taylor does not.

“Now hold on a minute,” pipes up a line cook. Having overheard the conversation, she brandishes a wooden spoon in her hand like a self-appointed judge. “A heart? That sounds kind of juvenile. How old is this…” she trails off, squinting, twirling the spoon in the air- “ba-ree-stuh?”

“Mm, yeah, good point,” agrees Chloe, one of the younger employees. She twirls a strand of hair around her index finger as she scrolls through her phone. “You’re probably too old for cutesy shit like that. Barf, Adrian. A minor? Not cool.” She sounds profoundly bored about it.

Adrian usually lets her casual, rude remarks roll off of him. They were so impersonal. But this accusation nettles him.

“No! Of course not! We- she’s my age, we went to high school together.”

“Oh, she knows you? Like, from before?” When Adrian nods, she continues, “then yeah, dude, she probs likes you, or whatever. Are we done here?” Chloe disappears back into the busy restaurant before anyone responds.

The line cook shrugs, and Taylor gets back to replacing trash bags. Adrian returns to scrubbing the dishes in the kitchen sink, head down, and welcomes the ache in his cheeks that blooms from his widening smile.

******

Adrian’s more prepared the next day, gets there nice and noonish, except he was so caught up in the nervous excitement of getting to see you again that he neglected to look at the menu to figure out what to order. He was hoping he’d catch your eye while in line, but you don’t seem to have noticed him yet; you keep your face seemingly deliberately turned from the customers in line, focusing instead on making drinks while another barista works the register.

“Hi! What can I get for you today?”

The cashier draws Adrian’s attention from your profile. “Shoot, uhhh-mericano?” His mouth does him the favor of filling in the blank without thinking. “Yeah, fine, one large Americano.”

“Hot or iced?”

“Oh, hey stranger,” you call out as you sidle up to the register, having recognized his voice, with that same glowing grin that has had his brain in chokehold since the other night.

For a second, he forgets how to form coherent thought. He thinks maybe he was able to articulate a very monumental ‘hey’ back, but he can’t hear himself speak over the triumphant clamoring in his brain when he notices that the smile you give him reaches your eyes; you do not look at him like one of your customers from yesterday.

“Clear that out, Ashe,” you tell the cashier. “He doesn't know what he’s ordering.” The barista -- Ashe -- raises their eyebrows in amusement, scooting over to allow you to punch in something different on the screen in front of them.

You pause. Take a second to size him up. “Lactose intolerant,” you mutter.

“How’d you know?” he asks, genuinely impressed.

“It’s the… everything about you.” You gesture, halfheartedly, to the everything about him. “Soy or almond milk?”

He picks soy, and you charge him for a drink that resembles an iced caramel macchiato.

You leave him to pay with Ashe. “I’ll take care of you, Chase,” you call back to him, winking. And it is terribly fucking devastating.

Adrian barely registers when Ashe calls out for the next customer in line. His legs carry him to the left, following you on the opposite side of the counter. Magnetic. Like you are the only thing tethering him to the Earth.

Your back is to him as you pull shots and pump vanilla syrup into a cup, and he wishes it wasn’t. His eyes zero in on the messily tied string of your apron, the knot loose, so instead of being perfectly cinched around your waist, it rests just above the slope of your-

“So, be honest,” your voice cuts through the noise, makes his attention snap back up as you turn around and face him. “Did the Americano work? Or did you crash and burn?”

“Yeah… Yeah, actually! It really helped. Gave me the boost I needed. The caramel was nice.”

“Better than red bull?” Your smile turns coy. There’s a repetitive motion your wrist is making that Adrian wishes he could take home with him - you're drizzling a generous amount of caramel into the clear plastic cup.

“Well, I mean, I wouldn’t say that. They’re two different kinds of drinks. Would you compare gatorade to, I don’t know, soda?”

Your eyes do that little twinkle thing he likes so much as you pour soy milk into the cup. “I would if it meant getting to hear these weird little tirades of yours.”

You’re teasing him.

He likes it.

The rest of the world slowly bleeds back into Adrian’s senses when you turn to finish his drink - the piece of lint he’s fiddling with in his pocket. The meld of chatter of the other patrons. The smell of steamed milk underlying the heavy tang of espresso beans. Things that weren’t present when Adrian was the only customer the other night, things that distract, make him feel harried. When you turn to hand him his drink, it feels like he’s running out of time. Getting swept up in the rush of impatient customers.

Adrian can’t say what he wants to say. Ask what he wants to ask. What did the heart mean? Do you wanna, like, hang out sometime? Maybe?

Instead, he lets the tips of his fingers brush the tips of yours as he takes his drink. It is the only solid thing he can do before getting caught up in the current of restless customers. When he opens his mouth to say something, you open yours in unison - a collision of goodbyes-

“Thanks for the drink-”

“See you around, Adrian-”

And then he loses you. Sees the shimmer in your eyes fade as your focus returns to work, and away from him.

He can’t walk backwards out of the store this time to watch you.

******

“You must really like that guy.”

“What guy? We were just in the middle of a late lunch rush, there were a lot of ‘guys,’ so you’re gonna have to be more specific.”

“The dorky one, with the glasses? The one you actually smiled at and spoke to?”

Ignoring the sudden fluttering in your chest, you roll your eyes. “It’s just nice to see a familiar face, that’s all.”

“I literally heard you say, ‘if any of these people recognize me, I’ll kill myself’ a couple of weeks ago.”

Hm. “Touché.”

******

In between all of his other interests -- in between Peacemaker and exercising and target practice and Fargo -- you were there. Adrian doesn’t remember the last time a person that wasn’t Christopher Smith so wholly preoccupied his mind. He pops in to pay you a visit every day, and you’d be surprised but welcoming, even through the exhaustion of it all. (The one day you’re not there, he is nearly inconsolable, and has to kill three perverts that night just to feel even a smidgen of joy.)

The thing is -- it isn’t random. If Adrian were to be honest with himself (and he usually was), he has been mildly fascinated by you since that time he made eye contact with you at school, after you had laughed at something he said. Un-mocking. All sincere. Distinctively delighted.

Ever since then, he had spent the rest of high school quietly- not obsessed, per se, but observant. When walking in the halls between classes, he’d spot you, and watch you laugh with your friends or dart between throngs of students while hurrying to your next class or see the very rare frown that would crease your eyebrows. He’d overhear people talk about you, and was comforted in the knowledge that people thought you were weird, too.

Not weird like he was, though. No, people seemed to at least like you. Not one of the popular kids, but also not an outcast, you were in that sweet in-between spot of the high school food chain: no one bullied you, and you bullied no one.

You disappeared after graduation. Went off to college. If you visited during the holidays, he never saw you. You became a sort-of what-if for Adrian: what if he had made more of an effort to speak with you? What if he had asked you to prom? What if he invited you to play Dungeons and Dragons? What if what if what if- but he wasn’t in your circle of friends, and so when you left Evergreen, it became an out-of-sight, out-of-mind kind of thing for him.

Until he found you, years later, on Facebook. And you accepted his friend request. And he learned more about you than he ever did in high school. Your favorite ice cream flavor. Your zombie apocalypse phase. When your relationship status changed from single. And that you were hellbent on never returning to Evergreen ever again.

Three years since you updated your profile picture.

Two years since your last status update.

And now you’re back. And Adrian is itching to know you. But he doesn’t know how to- how to go about it. This.

Vigilante has been with people before -- damsels enthralled by the thrill of him, of the suit. The danger of the heroics. The confidence he exudes that has them looking past the inane shit that spills from his mouth. They let him fuck him. Him and Peacemaker.

He never gets to taste them, though.

(He thinks back to your hand on his face, the split-second feel of your soft palm on his lips. Wonders if you always taste like coffee and sugar. Wonder if that taste lingers elsewhere.)

Dating, though, is not something Adrian has been very good at. He’s been told he talks too much. That turns some people off, for some reason.

But you. You seem to like when he talks. Find it amusing, even. He vows to try to spend time with you outside of work -- outside of idle chithcat at the cafe while you close up shop, or in-between customers, times where he gets so caught up in your presence that he forgets to, like, ask for your fucking number-

Until he finally gets his chance the following week, a random night that he has off.

The night air is damp and cool with drizzle when he walks into The Evergreen Bean 30 minutes before close. The cafe is empty. The only barista behind the bar is Ashe, re-stocking cups and lids while nodding along to the music playing from the store speakers. It’s not the usual slow, indie guitar strumming that typically blends into the background of the cafe. Instead, the volume is raised so that the sound of early 2000’s pop-punk clashes with the neutral-toned interior of the quaint coffee shop.

It’s a sign that you’re definitely working tonight.

Ashe looks up and smiles at Adrian when he approaches the counter. “Hey!” they greet, half-shouting over the music. “She’s in the back! Let me go grab them for you.”

“Oh, thanks! That’s…” Adrian trails off as he watches Ashe hastily drop the sleeve of cups they were holding onto the counter and scurry off to the back. He thinks he hears them call your name followed by ‘your boyfriend’s here!’ before they disappear around the corner.

Adrian looks over his shoulder, confused.

He’s still the only one in the store.

There’s a giant grin plastered on Ashe’s face when they come back to the front, a hint of mischief in their eyes. You’re right at their heels, readjusting your ponytail. You tear your glare away from the back of Ashe’s head, and lock eyes with Adrian instead. Bright, expectant eyes.

He waves at you. Unsure. Apologetic. “Hey, sorry about that. It’s just me, not your boyfriend- That wasn’t very nice, Ashe.” he quickly admonishes the other barista, who just shrugs in delight.

“You heard that?” you bite out through gritted teeth. “I don’t- I don’t have a boyfriend, Adrian.”

“Oh.” Relief begins to spread from his chest, but he suppresses it. He remembers some of the rumors in high school. “Girlfriend? Maybe?” A glance towards Ashe in a quiet plea for help. “Partner..?”

You frown, bewildered. “What? No, I don’t- I’m single, dude.”

“Cool!” The relief is no longer suppressed. He can feel it in his toes. It colors his voice. When he sees your quizzical head tilt, he scrambles to not sound like an asshole. “I mean, not like cool that you’re single, but, like, cool that you’re exploring your independence.”

There it is. That slow, amused stretch of your lips as you stare at him.

Can he eat your smile? He wants to eat your smile.

Ashe, all the while, dutifully wipes down the same shiny spot on the counter as they watch you both. It is, at this point, perhaps the cleanest part of the store.

You situate yourself in front of the register and beam at him while asking if he needs a boost for another crazy all-nighter. When you go to make his drink, after charging him for only half of what it costs, he hears you apologizing to Ashe.

“I feel bad. I usually let you leave by now.”

“Hey, it’s alright,” Ashe waves you off. “Car troubles suck. I get it.”

“What happened to your car?” Adrian asks.

“Oh, you know,” you sigh. “Just the universe being a dick and kicking me while I’m already down. Because forcing me to come back here wasn’t enough.” You catch Adrian’s frown. “I dunno, dude, the engine? The… the transmission? I tuned it all out. Nothing but the cost to fix it matters to me, anyway.”

You look-- tired. Deflated. That spark leaves your eyes when you explain the situation. So Adrian doesn’t even have to think about it when he offers: “Do you need a ride home? I can drive you.”

Ashe noticeably perks at this, giving you a meaningful glance.

“Oh!” You falter. Caught off guard, eyes widening in surprise. “You- Ashe was going to- I don’t-”

Ashe is quick to intercept, however, grinning with glee and guile. “I just remembered I have to wake up super early tomorrow. So this is really sweet of you, Adrian! Boss lady would love a ride from you.” They wink. Your mouth opens and shuts like a goldfish, eyebrows pinching.

A conversation passes wordlessly between the two baristas.

Adrian begins to wonder if maybe he misinterpreted the heart on the cup, and the saccharine glint in your eyes every time he spoke with you this past week. Maybe you don’t want to be in a car with him, alone. Maybe it really was just the spurious act of customer service.

“Hey, it’s alright.” The two stop to look at him. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I just thought- it doesn’t matter. It’s fine.”

Ashe casts a reproachful gaze in your direction, which you ignore in favor of scrambling to reassure Adrian.

“No! You’re not making me uncomfortable, I just didn’t expect it. It’s… sweet of you to offer. I appreciate it, really.” You pause, tense shoulders finally loosening. “You know what? Fine. Yes, Ashe, you can go home as soon as you’re done restocking. (Give me that rag, you’re wearing down the counter there. What’s wrong with you?)”

When Ashe finishes their task, their parting words as they disappear into the rain are: “You kids have fun now!”

“Kids?” Adrian turns to you after a greedy slurp of his super caramel-y iced latte. “I’m pretty sure we have, like, ten years on them.”

“Ignore them,” you insist, and instead regale Adrian with the day’s stories about customers and how you’re trying to convince the owners of the place to stock oat milk.

(“Oat milk is, like, in these days. And I prefer it.”)

He watches you finish up your closing tasks while adding his thoughts on dairy-alternative milks. Which you don’t even scoff at, by the way.

(“Almonds don’t even have nipples.”)

(“Dude! I know, right?”)

Adrian is pleased to find that the weird tension from earlier is gone, more or less. Now that Ashe left, he’s able to zero in on you. Watches your eyebrows furrow in concentration as you count the money from the register before putting it away. Notices finally that you aren’t wearing your apron, and the first few buttons on your shirt are undone, exposing the flesh underneath. There’s a spattering of mocha sauce on your neck and collar bones; he immediately imagines licking it off of you, and covertly adjusts the crotch of his jeans.

You’re just about ready to leave. Your final task to run out some errant trash, which includes a carafe and some chipped mugs. Adrian notices these, and asks if he can take those home instead.

“You sure? They’re damaged, can’t really hold any liquid without leaking.”

“That’s totally fine. I just kind of collect them for a buddy. We can use them for targ- for, uh, for a project we’re working on.”

He can’t tell you that he’s been collecting appliances like this for whenever Peacemaker gets out. Hopes he can use it as a draw for Peacemaker once he’s out of prison so they can blow them up together for target practice. Distract him from whatever prison bestie he’s probably making in Belle Reve.

You blink up at him, pausing halfway out the back door with a couple of garbage bags in your hands. “Do you still play Dungeons and Dragons?”

Surprise colors his face. “You remember that?”

Your smile softens, turns shy, and your gaze flits away from him. “Yeah, I mean. Dork alert: Adrian Chase plays D&D in his parent’s basement like the textbook definition of a nerd.”

He follows you out, wordlessly taking one of the bags of garbage from your hands. “Hey! No, I don’t play anymore, but I remember you were a nerd, too.”

You ignore that last bit. “Really? All this time I thought your random all-nighters were for some D&D: After Dark game, or something like that.”

Adrian prepares to tell you some excuse for his all-nighters: random one night stands; he has to take care of his sickly insomniac grandmother; part-time job as a bouncer at some club downtown (because saying he works part-time at the 24/7 McDonald’s might be too risky of a lie, he thinks-), when you continue: “I was gonna ask if you were, maybe, looking for some players…”

It feels like something short circuits in Adrian’s brain. It’s like you came back to Evergreen just for him, just in time before the gaping maw of loneliness could swallow him whole. The universe brought you back to him with an interest in his insterests, with your barking laugh and starbright eyes, to give him something to look forward to.

In return, he hopes he can alleviate the sadness that sometimes shapes your shoulders.

“Yeah? We can do a campaign. We’ll need to look for other players, unless- is this your first time?”

And so you both talk about Dungeons and Dragons as you lock up and head to his car, about how you’ve been interested in it since finding out people still play, and it looks fun, and how you always thought archery was cool and wanted to create a character that was a total badass with a bow and arrow. (“There’s just something kinda hot about people that can effortlessly hit their targets without barely having to aim.”)

(Adrian tries to think of ways he can show you what an excellent marksman he is without revealing his alter ego.)

The rain falls heavier now. You shiver slightly, not quite dressed for the weather, and Adrian takes care to turn the heater on for you in his car. You release your hair from its ponytail and carefully shake it out, filling the small space with the scent of coffee and a hint of coconut. Adrian wants to inhale you. He thinks this scent alone will keep him perked up for days.

You give him the directions to your parent’s house, and he drives with a deliberate slowness that he can say is due to the weather, but really is to extend his time with you.

The thing about night time after 10PM is that -- especially when combined with the comforting, repetitive sound of the windshield wiper in the rain -- it turns any car into a confessional.

“So, why do you hate it here so much?” Adrian asks, voice soft with curiosity.

“Hm?”

“Evergreen. You left after graduation and kind of made a big deal about leaving here and never coming back. And your facebook statuses- well, back when you actually used it- you’d keep mentioning how happy you are that you left.”

The silence expands between you, and Adrian almost regrets asking. But he’s always wanted to know what was so bad about this place, and hopes that maybe if he knows why, he can do what he can to fix it. Make it a place you’d want to stay. Maybe he’d be enough of a reason that you wouldn’t leave again.

You sigh before answering, “I never wanted to move here. It’s a move my family needed to make, but this place just- it’s depressing, a little bit.” Your tone is unsure, slightly uncomfortable, so you continue: “Besides, isn’t there a very well known racist super villain that lives here?”

“White Dragon. Yeah. I think he’s retired.”

“Retired from being a villain or a racist? Regardless, if this is the kind of town a racist is comfortable living in, then it’s not the kind of town that feels safe to live in.”

All the different ways Adrian can kill Auggie flits through his mind like a rotoscope before a small voice in the back of his head warns that maybe killing his best friend’s father while he’s in prison could, potentially, sully the friendship in some way.

He makes a partial promise to you, anyway: “Well, who knows! Maybe he’ll come out of retirement and it’ll give the authorities, or, I don’t know, some vigilante the excuse they need to get rid of him.”

At the very least, this makes you snort in amusement. “Wait, are you talking about the Vigilante from the news?”

Adrian swerves a little-- pot hole. “Wh- I was talking about like a general vigilante. Lowercase ‘V.’ Besides, I don’t watch the news.” Nice save, he thinks. That last part is true.

“Yeah, okay, but-” you turn your torso to face him, hands raising animatedly, “Evergreen has their own vigilante, right? C’mon, you’ve had to have heard of them? You work at a diner for crying out loud, I’m sure people talk! They’re literally called Vigilante. Capital ‘V.’”

“...Diner? I work at Fennel Fields.”

“Yeah, I know. Fennel Fields is a diner.”

“No, it isn’t. It’s an Italian restaurant.”

You snicker. “No it isn’t.”

“Yes it- yes it is? I should know, I work there.”

Your laughter dies down when you take in his serious, confused expression. “Wait, really?”

“Yeah! There’s- the logo is a fork twirling spaghetti.”

“Is that what that’s supposed to be?”

Adrian gives you an incredibly concerned look as he slows to a stop at a red light. “Why would a diner be called Fennel Fields? Do you- do you know what fennel is?”

“You know what,” you wave your hand in an embarrassed, dismissive flurry. “We’re getting off track here. Vigilante.”

“What?” he answers, before catching himself. “Uh- what about him? Them? She? Could be a she!”

You shrug. “Nothing, I guess. I just- okay, I guess it’s kinda cool Evergreen has their own Batman.”

This makes Adrian smile proudly despite himself. “Yeah?”

You nod. “Sure! Like, I mean, okay. The- maybe the killing isn’t all that great? Don’t get me wrong, some people deserve it, but I don’t think, like, graffiti warrants murder.”

“Graffiti is illegal,” Adrian defends.

“Okay, and?”

“And, I don’t know, what if the vandal was spray painting racial slurs on the side of buildings?”

“Well-”

“C’mon, you were just saying how uncomfortable you are because a racist lives here. What if- what if they were antisemitic and-”

“Okay, alright!” you assent. “Jeez, dude.”

Adrian blinks- frowns. The light turns green and he eases off the brake. “I’m sorry.” Quiet and sincere.

But then you start laughing again. “Adrian, you’re my favorite clown in this circus of a town. Don’t apologize.”

When he pulls up to your parent’s house, there is no rush from either of you. The car idles in the pittering rain, the radio playing lowly. The warmth from the car heater coaxes you to stay for just a couple of minutes more.

“Do you… do you need a ride tomorrow, too?”

“Are you offering?”

“Well, yeah, it’s what friends do. And I really want to spend more time with you.”

His matter-of-fact tone makes your eyes widen. Your breath gets caught in your throat and it’s too dark to tell, but he thinks there’s a sudden glassiness in your eyes. Adrian glances down at your lips, then further down to your chest where he knows the mocha is still decorating the skin there. Your shirt is still unbuttoned at the collar despite the chill outside and there’s a part of his mind that wants to berate you for it, for not taking proper care of yourself, but then his tongue glides across his bottom lip like he’s thankful for your carelessness.

You’re closer, suddenly. Your breath fans across his face and it smells like a new addiction. The bigness of your eyes is the only thing in the world.

“Adrian,” you mumble, “can I-”

“Yeah.”

Your lips meet in a crash, desperate and warm and flesh. Noses bump and teeth clash and noises get swallowed from one mouth to the other. It tastes like caramel and spit and feels like sugar and it’s like you’re both asking for something- it’s not the same something but it’s similar enough you both drown in it, give into it. Your fingers curl into his shirt at his shoulders, clinging, wanting. He melts into you, loses himself in you- forgets himself-

His right hand finds its way into your hair, clutches at the roots at the base of your skull and pulls. The kiss breaks wetly, and you whine- a moan that’s both pleasure and complaint- but his lips don’t stray far. They trail down your jaw until his tongue finds what he’s been craving and he laps at the chocolate on your neck.

The broken, wanton sound that leaves your mouth makes the tent in his jeans worse. He hopes it haunts him.

You tremble in the awkward hold of his hands and the passenger seatbelt as his tongue skirts the skin of your collar bones until you can’t take it anymore. You shove at his shoulders, push him away with a gasp.

A couple of seconds tick by while some insurance commercial plays softly from the radio.

“Cool,” he breathes. “Can we say goodbye like this every time?”

He can’t quite see your expression through the fog that now coats his glasses but your breathless giggle is music to his ears.

The kiss makes you shy. Not as quick with your teasing quips. Adrian’s chest swells with pride at that. His number is in your phone now and he watches you get out of his car and walk up to the house and unlock the door. He doesn’t leave until you disappear inside and even then, he stays parked for a couple moments more while he fist bumps the air in the cramped space of his car.

It’s not until he gets back to his apartment that he notices your scrunchie in the passenger seat. He takes it with him inside. Places it in the empty cup on his nightstand (with the heart that dots the ‘i’).

At least if you leave Evergreen again, he’ll have these parts of you, at his bedside.

#peacemaker #vigilante #writing #fanfic #adrian chase x reader #vigilante x reader #mine #this wasn't supposed to be 5k+#i am getting invested in the idea of loneliness in this story whoops

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fiendishpal · 4 years ago

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IDC IF THEY'RE CANONICALLY THE SAME HEIGHT. SUNA SLOUCHES ALL THE TIME SO HE LOOKS SHORTER THAN WASHIO AND WASHIO EATS UP THE HEIGHT DIFFERENCE HE DOESN'T HAVE THE HEART TO CORRECT SUNA'S POSTURE

p.s. tysm for putting me on another rarepair to obsess over. your art style is sososo beautiful i literally fall in love with it everytime i see you post

i take their canon height measurements and throw it out the window. it does not align to my interests.

it's unfortunate that washio would want to correct suna's posture, because that's just how he is i suppose lmao

and yo, it makes me happy to know that you enjoy the content i make, especially with rarepairs!!! it's always fun!!!(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

#thank you so much!!!#love letters #sgwrscrsh #fiend talks

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tacticalhimbo · 3 years ago

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too lazy to log into main far cry(all or just one of them ur choice) and tow for .. blorbo plinko fandom meme

you know what? i respect that. you'll get characters for every far cry and the outer worlds (including dlcs) i have played simply bc i admire the dedication.

i will however spare the dash and place this under a cut ksdjkdkdks

also!! everything i say is in a light-hearted nature. there's nuance with a lot of these characters because far cry is almost... designed to make social commentary. and i throw a lot of it out the window for the jokes.

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most)

far cry 3: listen. jason gave me my name. literally named myself after this pathetic little white boy. but also... dr earnhardt. my beloved.

far cry 4: yuma my beloved 💕 i love her so much and i love the characterization the dlc added to her and i just. UGH. stan.

far cry 5: staci... baby boy. light of my life right there. i can fix him—

far cry new dawn: the judge. not bc they're the deputy tho. like. even before i knew that i just. gravitated toward them. genderless? mute? friend of animals? peak vibes right there.

far cry 6: juan!! he reminds me of my friend's dad so there is much love in my heart for him.

the outer worlds: vicar max... for no reasons in particular >_>;;

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped)

far cry 3: none of them give me that energy really but ig jason counts bc again... i named myself after the damn fool.

far cry 4: bhadra... sweet baby girl!! actual baby. a very good kid and caught in a situation nobody, esp a kid, should go through. ajay adopts her canon idc i make the rules

far cry 5: peaches... i love 😭 literally friend shaped but like. emotional support cougar right there.

far cry new dawn: fcnd sharky... UGHHH the dad bod 🥵 friend shaped. good for man6 things. doing his best. love him.

far cry 6: philly. eugh he has peak bro energy. would suffer through drinking beer just to hang out with him.

the outer worlds: parvati holcomb my beloved. would give her the world and then some!!

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave)

far cry 3: oliver! i love that stoner with my whole ass heart. he deserves the world after what happened on rook and i wish him nothing but the best.

far cry 4: i'd say every character bc far cry fans slept on this game bc....racism. but noore!! i love noore!! she just wanted to do good by kyrat and be a beacon for providing healthcare and stability and like. she put her family above all else. i love her.

far cry 5: tracey... i feel for her so badly, esp. bc she was friends with rachel before she became faith. and then she lost the only other person she had in her life that was close with her like that... 😭😭

far cry new dawn: underrated... hmmmmmmmm nana. she is a batshit crazy old lady who can and will kill a bitch between knitting. i love her. can she adopt me—

far cry 6: paolo!! fuck do i love him. everyone gives him shit for wanting to leave yara but like. he's queer. even among the guerrilla resistance, he faces active discrimination and violence. i do not blame him for putting himself first. it is not his responsibility to "fix" the mindset of others and i will die on that hill.

the outer worlds: ada... i have a weak spot for sentient, sarcastic yet loving ai

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week)

far cry 3: sam. SAM... my sweet german man. lemme give him a kiss 🥺 he deserved so much more.

far cry 4: not obsure but pagan bc i will not shut up about him.

far cry 5: virgil. that is all. would put him in friend shaped category but he's such a side character that nobody really pays attention to him so. his smile... i want a button from him.

far cry new dawn: selene!! i love her so much. she's doing her damn best and that is. all that matters.

far cry 6: rosa mel paquete, aka gilberto rosario. a spymaster drag queen? can fit into the poor little meow meow category but i have seen no content around miss paquete at all so!!

the outer worlds: halcyon helen 💕

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave)

far cry 3: mmh this one might catch me flack but buck. yes. the super sadomasochist. listen... he's interesting to psychoanalyze. plus the whole "history teacher" arc was just. great. funny. he has potential when he isn't doing... all that!

far cry 4: gonna say it, fc4 willis supremacy. he is a douche. he's a disgusting fed. and i love him. i want to give him the best-worst time he could ever have.

far cry 5: faith/rachel. she's popular but she's obviously problematic... she's one of the seeds... but!! she's a victim. fucked up what she's done but there is potential for her. the dlc even shows that, but won't spoil it. she deserves the chance to recover and heal.

far cry new dawn: thomas rush is a poor little meow meow. he's not unpopular or controversial or anything. he is just. a man. and i love that for him. been through a lot and for what!!! nothing.

far cry 6: maría... she is evil and i love that for her. peak girlboss. there's a lot of nuance around her role (but explaining is spoilers so!)

the outer worlds: adjutant akande. i love her for similar reasons to maría. she's so powerful 😌

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason)

far cry 3: riley, but in a "i love you and will torment you to make you laugh" kinda way. it's the older sibling instinct!! but like. opposite to john. i want to give riley the world and will give him some tough love to support him.

far cry 4: de pluer... 🥰 he'd kill me after and it'd be worth it.

far cry 5: john. he's an absolute bastard and as an older sibling, it is my duty to torment him as he's the baby of the family. cain instinct activated.

far cry new dawn: roger. for similar reasons to bembé.

far cry 6: bembé. not in a "i hate him and it's funny" way but in a "i love him and want to torment him for it" kinda way.

the outer worlds: rockwell and administor ludovico. old, uptight men are just 👁👄👁 prime targets.

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell)

far cry 3: hoyt. fuckin' wish dot com elon musk headass... hate him! deserves nothing but the worst honestly babes.

far cry 4: sabal 😐 no room in my house for people who use religion/tradition to excuse their shitty behavior.

far cry 5: hurk drubman senior. fuck his conservative, maga headass. he'd probably call me a slur and it's on sight with him.

far cry new dawn: genuinely could not think of anyone bc like. idk. ethan is probably the closest one i'd send. he just needs to give me one good reason not to.

far cry 6: antón 😐 i'm still not recovered from the ending.

the outer worlds: i couldn't think of anybody... 💀

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