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unholy-reids · 9 months

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Dilaudid

Summary: Spencer’s life spirals out of control when his dilaudid addiction collides with Gideon’s departure, but he has you to look after him. (Based on Season 3 Episode 3 and previous episodes depicting Gideon’s resignation as well as Reid’s drug addiction.)

Warning: So many… Mentions of drug use and unaliving, some fluff, snappy behavior, vulnerability, idk man, just don’t click if you’re a sensitive to those topics.

Also if you or someone you know has a drug problem or thoughts about not existing anymore, don't hesitate to call any of the hotlines, Help is available, don't forget you matter. ♥️

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid

WC: 2.5k

dividers by @cafekitsune <3

Spencer,

I knew it would be you who came to the cabin to check on me.

You must be frightened, I apologize for that. I never meant to cause you any pain. But then I also never envisioned writing this letter. I've searched for a satisfactory explanation for what I'm doing, all I've come up with is: a profiler needs to have solid footing. I- I don't think I do anymore. The world confuses me. The cruelty, indifference, tragedy.

When my dear friend Sarah was murdered, it tore a hole in me, and I truly believed the way to handle the pain was to get back to our work as quickly as possible. Get on to helping somebody else. I thought I could handle Sarah's murder, work through it…

…I no longer trust myself in the field. And without that, I have nothing.

And that was the last domino. The death of that girl. Hotch being suspended over something that was my fault. I said at the beginning of this letter, that I knew it would be you to come up here. I'm so sorry the explanation couldn't be better, Spencer.

And I am so sorry that it doesn't make more sense, but I've already told you, I just don't understand any of it anymore.

I'm sorry.

I guess I'm just looking for it again. For the belief I had back in college. The belief I had when I first met Sarah and it all seemed so right.

The belief in happy endings.

The letter was devastating, Spencer felt alone, the one man in his life that was like a father to him disappeared without a trace, just like Spencer’s dad, Gideon left a letter, even if it didn’t make sense at the time. Hotch was still suspended, and the entire team was now under scrutiny by Strauss and a board of higher ups, but the cases never stopped coming in, the team was on their way to another case, Spencer was by himself on one side of the jet, looking over the file JJ had given him earlier this morning, Prentiss, Morgan, JJ, and you were all briefing each other on the current case you had to work on, the bastard was killing people based on their phobias.

Atop the file Reid was rereading Gideon’s letter, trying to make sense of it, flashbacks of Gideon’s empty cabin and finding the letter addressed to him were vivid in his mind, the craving for dilaudid was coursing through his veins, he could feel himself itch. “Hey,” Your soft voice interrupted causing him to shift in his seat and put away the letter, “Are you okay?” You knew it was a dumb question to ask, but you were genuinely curious to pick at his brain and find out how he really felt, silent Reid was very uncommon, he was your friend and you cared, even though you saw him as much, much, more. Reid gave you a dim smile. “I’m fine,” taking your bottom lip in between your teeth, you reached over to touch his hand, his big brown puppy dog eyes looked at yours and you could see the pain and confusion behind them.

“You don’t have to go through this alone, Reid.” You offered, his brows knit together, “I don’t need you to profile me y/n, it won’t end well, and you can’t possibly know what I’m going through.” He snapped, it made your heart hurt slightly, but you backed off, your crush on the beautiful genius grew each day you got to know him, and seeing him this broken just didn’t sit well with you, or anyone on the team. “Don’t push him, let him come to you,” JJ said, when you sat back down, she was the only one who knew about your feelings for Reid, you wondered if the rest of the team knew, not that you cared.

“I know, it’s just sad to see him that way, he’s closed himself off to all of us,” You glanced back at Spencer, who went back to reading the letter Gideon left him shamelessly leaving the file wide open in front of him.

Upon arrival and working the case, there were little words shared between boy wonder and yourself unless it had to do with the case, being the only ones without assignment, Prentiss sent you both to speak to the family of the unsub, just to see what you could dig up working as a team, you drove while Spencer rode next to you, several times you looked over to him, his red rimmed eyes from lack of sleep and crying was carving a hole around your soul, you cleared your throat. “Spence,” You began. “I know I’m new to the team, and I have absolutely no words to make you feel better, if I could remove the pain however, I would, don’t be afraid to take some time—.”

He looked at you, cutting you off, “Are you saying I can’t do my job?”

“No! No, God no, you’re the smartest person I ever met, if there’s anyone who can do this job with his eyes closed is you, I just want you to know that you can trust me, with anything, and if you need time to heal, it’s okay…”

He looked far ahead, not wanting to look at you. “I also had Gideon, look at how that turned out.” He snapped back. You tried your best to not let your emotions get the best of you. “I’m just saying you’re not alone Spence,” You looked over at him, he was already staring at you, and even if it was for a few seconds, it made your heart thump loudly in your ears, “The team’s here for you, I’m here for you.” He gave you the same dim smile as you approached your destination, stepping out of the vehicle you watched him fix his holster, it made you smile, only Reid could look completely helpless and handsome at the same time.

After interviewing the unsub’s wife you picked up your cell phone to call the rest of the team. “His wife just informed us that her family owns property, if the unsub’s practice has been shut down maybe this is where he carries out the murders.” With this new information, Prentiss ordered the both of you to stay put, within three hours you received a phone call from the Prentiss letting you know the case had ended in tragedy, he’d taken the coward way out, instead of facing justice for what he’d done, you informed the family of what Dr. Stanley had done and with profuse condolences you headed back to the jet, that was waiting to fly to Quantico, you left Spencer alone for the time being, donning on your headphones and trying your best to enjoy the flight after such an outcome.

From the corner of your eye you noticed Spencer looking at you, then looking away, but he said nothing, even when you were safely indoors at the BAU, Spencer was quiet, distant, no random statistics, no random book quotes, he was mute. When it was time to go home, Spencer was the only one who left without saying good night, you watched his tall figure walk away and disappear into the elevator, Morgan was quick to sit on your desk and look at you inquisitively. “So, pretty girl, when are you gonna tell him?” You knew exactly what he was talking about, your eyes darted to his face, he sported a boyish grin. “How did you—”

“I ain’t a profiler for nothin’ so, when are you gonna tell him?” He asked again.

“Spencer needs a break, I can’t just bombard him with my feelings, when what he needs is a friend.” You confided, Morgan shook his head. “You want to support him right?” He asked, you nodded. “Why are you still sitting behind that desk then?” You smiled at the man and stood up, grabbing your bag and a few files. “Good luck y/n,” You heard Morgan behind you, shaking your head you got into the elevator and straight to your car, driving towards Spencer’s apartment. You were hesitant at first, but you pushed yourself up the stairs and stood in front of his door, knocking lightly you realized the door was open, which was odd for Spencer, with immediate concern you drew your weapon and decided to investigate. “Spence?” No answer, venturing further into the apartment, you noticed his bag and his gun neatly on the sofa. “Spencer?” You called out again, silence.

Approaching his room, you carefully pushed in the door, finding Spencer sitting on the floor with his back leaning onto the bed and a needle in his hand, upon noticing you, he looked up, a sad expression on his face, it was clear he’d already taken the drug, you put away your gun and knelt beside him, normally you were able to contain your emotions, compartmentalize them well, but seeing him like this just devastated you, you held him close, as you both cried in silence, with his own help you were able to put him to bed, when you were about to turn around and head to his living room, a weak hand held your arm. “Stay… Please?” He asked, without a doubt you got into bed with him allowing him to be the little spoon as you nursed his high, you didn’t want to reprimand him, but you knew this had to stop, or else this brilliant man was going to fade into addiction.

You held him, and no words were spoken between the two, you ran your fingers through his brown locks until the dilaudid made him fall asleep, taking advantage of this, you were able to get off his bed and take a look around his place, it was messy, dusty and it was clear he hadn’t been picking up after himself, sitting on his couch you allowed yourself to cry, and made yourself a promise then and there to take care of him and help him, backing up what you told him with actions instead of simply words. While Spencer slept, you checked his fridge and it was absolutely abysmal, now you were a woman on a mission, you headed to his local supermarket and got him fruits, veggies, snacks and other goodies, plus all you needed to make him a soup, once you got back upstairs you'd occasionally check on him only to find him still asleep, since Prentiss was left in charge of the team while Hotch was suspended, you called her and made sure that Spencer as well as yourself, had at least two weeks off at the BAU she approved even if you didn't explain why both of you needed the same time off. You set yourself a goal of helping Spencer detox, he would never accept treatment from a facility, that would mean he had to accept the fact that he had an addiction to begin with, Spencer might be a genius but he was prideful.

As you moved around the kitchen the smells were intertwining with each other and you felt his presence, turning around you found Spencer, leaning in the kitchen doorway, watching you cook. “I heard your phone call, I can’t take two weeks off,” He began, his eyes resting on you. “I’m not letting you poison yourself anymore Reid.” You held a ladle in your hands as he stared you up and down. “You can’t just come here and act like you want to fix me, y/n.”

You continued to stir the soup and adding the noodles to it, covering it and turning around to face him, as you spoke you slowly came closer to him. “I’m not trying to fix you Spencer, I’m trying to bring back the man who tells me the origin of Halloween, I’m trying to resurrect the Reid I met a year ago, the one that didn’t need drugs to help him cope, I want my friend back,” You were now looking up at him, staring into his eyes. “Gideon left, and I understand you’re upset but you need to remember that out of the rest of the team, the only person he left a reason, a letter, possibly an explanation, was you Spence, now please… Let me help you,” sweat pooled on Spencer’s forehead, taking his hand you took him to the bathroom. “Shower, clean up, by the time you’re finished the soup will be ready,” His brows knit together, finally understanding that you were really here for him.

Midway into the bathroom, he turned on his heel, “Thank you, y/n.” He said softly as the door closed behind him, Expelling a sigh, you looked around the apartment again, pinpointing where to start cleaning, You began with his books, putting them all in alphabetical order as he would like it, dusting as you went on, this wouldn’t be easy, but with love, books, soup, and patience, you were well on your way to restoring the honorable Dr. Spencer Reid.

A/N: If you guys would like a second part to this, please, please, please let me know. I don't bite! Suggestions, Replies, Reblogs, and likes are all welcome.

#dr spencer reid #reid x reader #reid x y/n #matthew gray gubler #criminal minds fandom #bau #criminal minds fanfiction #mgg fluff #mgg x you #spencer reid x y/n #criminal minds

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bonebabbles · 5 months

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Bones... help me. I just read a fanfic where the author said that they find it very weird that so many people villainize Clear Sky. They deadass said "sure he's done a lot of bad things but he's always had good intentions,"

...

I don't think I need to explain why this frustrates me so much.

I could just say, "The road to hell is paved with good intentions" but that doesn't even begin to scratch the surface of how fucked up Clear Sky is. He really doesn't even have those lmao

In spite of how you can make a DOTC drinking game out of him bellowing "Im Just Trying To (insert relevant good thing here)," he only ever does this when someone is challenging him or offending him in some way. He's not doing anything out of benevolence, this character is obsessed with controlling other people.

Remove Gray Wing sniffing his armpit for the entire arc and you can see Clear Sky's "good intentions" for what they are; manipulation tactics. He only says "Im Just Trying" when he's defending his evil, fucked up choices to someone trying to challenge him.

"You exiled your disabled brother, you're a piece of shit!" "I'm just trying to be fair uwu"

"You slaughtered a random woman and want to kill her babies too?!" "I'm just trying to spare them from suffering"

"YOU BEAT A SECOND RANDOM WOMAN TO DEATH?!" "I was just trying to give her a warning, not my fault she was too weak to stay conscious"

"There's big piles of rotting meat in camp and we have a hostage who you promised to treat well" "I'm just trying to not let these dumb moor cats think that they can have more than they deserve"

It wasn't ever "good intentions." He's NOT afraid of anyone starving. It's a justification that he tells to his cats to justify his cruelty, weaponizing his sad backstory. He has an entire inner monologue in Book 3 about how they can always hunt more food, so it's fine they're killing more than they can eat, and that it takes people "months to starve" anyway because he saw it in the mountains.

Can't stand that line. "Sure he's done bad things BUT." The bad things were really fucking bad, and no, they didn't effectively write a character who legitimately tried to do the right thing. Everything he does just ends up being related to a grab at power or control.

They just wrote a child abuser who likes to hit women and start wars and decided Tall Shadow is also at fault here, somehow. lmao.

#dotc hate #For real though the way that the arc will just grab the nearest woman to equally blame is baffling #Clear can never be held accountable for his actions. If you're ever mad at him you will get dogpiled or shamed for it #'I dont get why ppl villainize him!!' Bc hes a villain.#Read the stupid books again without taking Gray's whining at face value please ffs #And like... god man. The way that so many of his victims died in the first battle is sickening

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blondeboyfriend · 11 months

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𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐒

[ PAIRING ] (freckle) Ymir x f!reader [ AUTHOR'S NOTE ] Another repost, but I kinda "remastered" it in a sense. [ SYNOPSIS ] uhhh idk I just wanted to write a gay skateboard romance lol. [ WORD COUNT ] 2k [ CONTENT ] Modern AU, fluff with low stakes conflict, established relationship, drugs (marijuana), Ymir's skater friends are the worst, mild injuries.

The harsh sunlight shined behind Ymir, creating a halo around her body. She stood over you as you writhed on the concrete cradling your knee.

“I thought you said I wouldn’t need knee pads,” you groaned.

She bit her lip trying to hold back a deluge of laughter. You could tell she was struggling.

“I could not have rolled up here with my girlfriend in fuckin’ knee pads.” She gestured towards a pack of sweaty boys passing around a limp cigarette. “They’d never let me live it down.”

You rolled onto your back and stared at the sun. Those boys were the bane of your existence since you started dating Ymir. Everywhere she went they trailed after her, smelling like piss and malt liquor. She was the worst iteration of the pied piper.

“What if I really hurt myself?”

“Oh come on, you’re fine.”

“No I’m not! I’m bleeding! Look!”

You rolled up your jeans and revealed a huge strawberry scrape encompassing the entirety of your knee cap.

“That’s nothing. Check this out.”

Ymir unzipped her shorts and pulled them down revealing her bare ass which was engulfed with a purple bruise.

“Oh my god!”

“Cool, right?”

“What? No!”

“Oh my god. Relax.”

One of the boys wolf whistled at the sight of Ymir’s behind. You rolled your eyes, hoping she would call them out but she didn’t. Ymir never did. She was too preoccupied with coming off as legit among her skater friends. Anytime you mentioned how awful they were she brushed it off. That’s just how they were; there was no changing them. You knew she had a point but it seemed asinine to deal with their nonsense regardless.

“‘Mir, lemme get a piece of that.”

“Nah, I’ve been fuckin’ your mom. It’d be weird.”

You rolled your eyes again, a common occurrence on your behalf when she pandered to them. They brought out the worst in Ymir. Her playful teasing turned into cruelty, she was prone to ignore you in favor of entertaining them, and she rarely came to your defense. Often you wondered why you still pursued her, why you so desperately wanted her to be your girlfriend. But anytime you’d think about ending it moments of her kindness reared their heads.

“Bend your knees. No, like bend your knees.”

You lowered yourself into a deep squat on the board, grinning like doofus.

“Am I doing it right? I feel like I am. I played a lot of Tony Hawk Pro Skater 3,” you said, knowing full well you were acting a fool.

Ymir ran her fingers through her chestnut brown locks and laughed. Her laughter was your drug. Nothing made you happier than getting her to crack up. Her whole body laughed. Tears welled up in her eyes. She was prone to wheezing. A snort tended to rear its ugly head when she was truly on the verge of going insane because of your buffoonery. Sometimes she’d even keel over.

You loved how she’d smack on the back and tell you, “You’re a real one, you know that?”

A real one. Words that only mattered when they fell from her lips. Ymir had that gift, that power. She was able to disarm you with her sincerity. You would’ve never expected someone as harsh as her could be so sweet.

You hoisted yourself off the board and kissed her cheek.

“Oh come on, kiss me for real,” she crooned.

She cupped your face and her soft lips met yours as her tongue parted your lips. You wrapped your arms around her neck and clung to her. Her breath was sweet and tasted like Arizona Peach Tea. Her hands wandered down your back and lingered on your ass. She squeezed hard enough that you yelped. Ymir laughed through the kiss.

“Too much?” she asked.

You looked down at your sneakers unsure what your answer was. You liked her a lot, more than any of the dumb boys you “dated” in high school. None of them could compare to Ymir. Ymir, who cared about your pleasure, who appreciated how spirited you were, who thought you were the smartest person in any given room. The two of you were enraptured with each other. It was as cliché as could be: time stopped, angels sang, the whole deal.

“If we weren’t in public, I’d say not enough,” you said, resting your head on her shoulder.

She tightened her hug and you melted in her arms. Ymir was safety personified. A beacon of light in a sea of melancholic boredom. Life had been so uneventful until the day she serendipitously rolled by you, giving you a wink as she faded into the distance.

“You’re so fuckin’ boring sometimes,” she mused. “Let’s go get high.”

“Can we get pizza and boba after?”

“No, we can’t,” she said bluntly.

“Ymir!”

You playfully punched her in the arm. While your hand was in reach she grabbed a hold of it and pulled you into her embrace. She peppered your face with kisses as you tried to figure out if you wanted pizza or boba first.

You sat on a metal bench, your feet resting on your board. Nursing your knee became your number one priority. It throbbed endlessly and you managed to bleed through multiple bandages and your jeans. Learning how to skate could wait. Having a moment to yourself, away from those idiots, Ymir included, was the only way you’d stay sane. To add insult to injury every last one of them made fun of you for holding your board by its trucks.

“Nice mall grab,” one of them bellowed. “Where you get your board from? Abercrombie and Fitch?”

“They got it at the Vans store,” one snickered.

“Nah! Macy’s, bro!”

“They’re mom gave them a gift certificate to the Hallmark Store.”

None of them were particularly clever. You looked around for Ymir, hoping for some backup but she was far away. Her little brown head disappeared as she dropped into the bowl.

“Fuck off! Go wash your asses,” you yelled.

The boys erupted into a cacophony of comments regarding how you carried your board. A deluge of “your mom” jokes rushed over you, leaving you drenched in male insecurity.

“Asshole. Mall grab?” you muttered to yourself. “The fuck does it matter?”

You wanted to ask Ymir if there was an actual reason for mall grabbing being maligned. Would the trucks loosen over time if you continuously held it like that? Or was it merely a status thing? Was there a way to indicate you weren’t some poser that decided they wanted to skate after seeing three seconds of Bob Burnquist do a fakie 900.

Ymir skated over and kicked her board into the grass. She sat down across from you with a thump and exhaled.

“You good?” she asked, her voice tinged with concern.

“Not really.”

“What ha—”

“What’s wrong with a mall grab?”

She snickered as she put her hair up in a messy ponytail.

“I mean, nothing. It’s credibility shit.”

You sighed.

“What?” Her tone was pointed.

“I hate those guys you hang out with,” you said under your breath.

Ymir turned her body towards yours. Her brow was sweaty and her cheeks were flushed. The sun brought out the freckles that danced along her cheeks and nose. She plucked at the grass while struggling to hold your gaze.

“They’re my best friends, my ride or dies.”

“Tell your mom to eat my fucking dick cheese, dude,” one yelled as he cracked his board in two.

You rolled your eyes and stared at the blue sky as little wisps of white clouds floated by.

“Why do you hang out with them?”

Ymir took out a joint and lit it. She passed it to you and continued to pull grass out of the ground.

“I’ve known them for, like, ever.”

“And?” you asked, growing slightly annoyed. You at least hoped she had a good reason to subject herself to their antics.

You took a hearty drag on the joint and held the smoke in your lungs.

“I don—I don’t know who I am without them.”

You coughed, spittle flying onto the sidewalk.

“What?” you asked, trying to fight off the urge to shriek your question.

You passed her the joint eager to get the smoke away from you. You felt like your lungs were on fire, like you had embers smoldering inside you. She took a hit and went to hand it back to you but you shook your head erratically, still struggling to breath.

“I—I just—I’ve been friends with them for so long. I’ve known Lil Tony since I was six.”

She pointed at one of the nicer boys. Lil Tony was actually cordial towards you and thought it was pretty cool you wanted to learn how to skate. However he still relished in poking fun at you just like the others.

“I was always so nervous around other girls so I kinda, I don’t know, fell in with these dumb asses because it felt… safe? Nah. Not safe, comfortable. I didn’t need to impress them.”

Ymir ended her sentence with a rather large puff off the joint. She held it to your face for you, beckoning you to take a drag.

“You felt like you had to impress girls?” you said, taking a hit.

“Shut up!” She tossed a handful of grass at you. “I was so fuckin’ closeted. I could not function around girls. I was either like ‘I’m in love with her’ or ‘oh god she’s gonna think I’m a weirdo that's in love with her’. I policed my shit so bad. I was so mean to girls because I didn’t want them to think I was some predator because I was being nice.”

Ymir brushed some of the grass off of you. She could be so fucking tender sometimes.

“I feel it. I’m always terrified of coming off as perv when I talk to girls,” you said, handing her the joint.

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah. It’s even worse if I’m actually interested romantically.”

“Exactly,” she rasped after taking a hit.

The boys turned towards the both of you and hollered, “’Mir, come skate! Don’t be a nerd!”

“Eat shit,” she yelled, a huge grin on her face. She was practically glowing.

“I felt so weird chasing after you,” you confided.

“You woulda looked insane chasing after me down that hill even if you were a guy.”

“You winked at me!”

Ymir erupted into a fit of giggles.

“That’s all it took. A wink?”

You brushed a strand of hair out of her face.

“Yup.”

You leaned in and kissed her, your lips lingering on hers.

“You wanna ditch this fuckers?”

You pulled away from her, nearly jumping up as if you’d been electrocuted. Quickly you grabbed your board by the deck. You were so ready to ditch them.

“Let’s go, slow poke,” you rallied.

Ymir got up and rustled your hair.

“I love the way you’re holdin’ it, but we’re skating out of here.”

You gulped. “I don’t know if I’m ready.”

“C’mon. What’s the point of having a board if you don’t ride it?”

You groaned.

“I didn’t get you one to carry around,” she teased, her tone more flirtatious than ever.

“Fine,” you finally acquiesced.

“We’ll get to the taqueria faster this way.”

You both hopped on your boards and cautiously skated past Ymir’s friends.

“Ay,” Lil Tony called out, “good job ditching the mall grab. I actually mean that! I’m not bein’ a douche!”

Your face grew warm. You couldn’t care less about what they thought of you but the acknowledgment from Lil Tony was a nice surprise.

“See ya, Tone,” Ymir yelled.

Balance blessed you. Somehow you managed to stay upright on your board and you navigated curbs with ease. Ymir was blushing the whole time, clearly loving your confidence. You passed the joint back and forth as you skated through the city, keeping an eye out for cops.

“So who’s paying?” you asked as you rolled up to the taqueria.

“Me obviously,” Ymir mumbled as she dug through her fanny pack for her debit card. “I owe you.”

“For what?” you pondered, playing dumb.

“Making you hang around those dicks and not being the best girlfriend. I hope I can, I—I don’t know, redeem myself.”

You held open the door and smiled. The smell of freshly made corn tortillas overcame you.

“You’re well on your way, Ymir.”

#ymir x reader #ymir aot x reader #aot fluff #snk fluff #attack on titan fluff #shingeki no kyojin fluff #ymir aot fluff #x reader #reader insert #.fics #.aot #.ymir

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storiesbyrhi · 2 years

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Angel of the First Degree - Chapter 3: Honey

Eddie Munson x Chubby & Inexperienced!Reader 4823 words A sneak peek at what to expect from this fic here

Previous Chapters: 1 - Valium; 2 - Carrie

Warnings: Anxiety; fatphobia including internalised; drug use; bullying; body issues; discussion of body function and fluids; period shame/stigma; disclosure of sexual assault (chapter 2); disordered eating and thoughts of food; shitty/abusive/critical parents; no beta; warnings updated each chapter

Synopsis: When Eddie Munson finds you in the midst of a panic attack, it is the beginning of something. A fic featuring body and sex positivity, Eddie in a dress, soft small moments, scary big truths, and all the usual special feelings you’d expect from one of my stories.

Chapter Summary: It's been three months and Eddie can't repress the feelings anymore. Bonus: Fic title context reveal and Eddie's acoustic guitar.

The whole first term drags on with painful banality. A quarter of a fucking year and Eddie can’t bring himself to hold your hand or give you the gifts he’s got a stockpile of or ask you out. He doesn’t skip a day of school unless he knows you’re not going to be there. He watches the rest of the cafeteria like a hawk scouting for danger; the moment any of the cheerleaders or basketball players look in your direction he’s creating a distraction or making you come with him to help with homework in the library.

Worse though, is he can’t stop thinking about you. All his lyrics are about you. During Hellfire, every elf and witch and princess has your beautiful face. At night, despite the women in his dirty magazines, it’s always you he’s pretending to touch.

Eddie imagines how you’d be if he had you all to himself. How your skin would be soft and responsive, dipping where his hands pressed hard. How your cheeks would be hot under his palms. How his name would sound if he could just make you feel good.

A quarter of a fucking year and Eddie was on the cusp of crying whenever you smiled in his direction, which, thank the Lord above, was a lot. That was the problem though. Eddie knew you had grown to rely on him.

You trusted Eddie and let him look after you. You let him feed you half a valium when you needed it. You let him tell Haley and Jason and Andy – especially Andy – to go fuck themselves whenever they brought their cruelty too close. You let him in on all your secrets. The way your parents treated you. The fears you had about your body not being normal because your period wasn’t ever regular and even when you shaved your legs like the magazines told you, you still had spots and roughness. He was the best friend you never had and always deserved.

Eddie was terrified of fucking that up because of some dumb fantasy that you’d love him back. So, when he accidentally painted himself into a conversation corner, no way out other than the truth, he honestly thought he was about to lose it all.

“Can I ask you something?”

Eddie was working on his Biology homework, leaning over the library table with bad posture and a worse attitude. He froze when you asked the question, his eyes darting to you.

“When we first started to… hang out, like right at the beginning, you said I wasn’t like Hayley.” Eddie didn’t remember, but you weren’t finished. “You said she gave cheerleaders a bad name or whatever.”

Eddie sat up and pushed back from the table a little. “Oh, yeah. I mean… I know I talk a lot of shit about everyone’s little… groups… but….” He shrugged. “I don’t actually think that it’s easy as all cheerleaders are prissy assholes. I mean, in Middle School Chrissy Cunningham said my band was, and I quote, ‘a bit scary but still cool,’ so…”

“But you said, me specifically, that I wasn’t like her. I just… I don’t really remember talking to you much so…”

“Ooff, should I be hurt you don’t remember one teeny tiny near-conversation we had last year?” Eddie asked, holding his hands over his bleeding heart but grinning happily.

Last year in the English class you shared? The one you were a year early and he a year late for. Eddie could see your mind searching for the memory.

“It’s alright. It wasn’t a big deal. We were doing poetry. Had to read ours out to the class. I guess I took it a bit too seriously. Should’ve gone with the gag poem.” Eddie shrugged, tried to play it off as casual, but the memory clicked into place.

Eddie had told the class his poem was a song. There was a melody and without it, the words may not flow. He’d brought his acoustic guitar to school and sung. Eddie was confident, sure that maybe he’d get an A on the assignment. Instead, all the girls laughed at him, and as one of the basketballers got up for their turn, they ‘accidentally’ knocked Eddie’s guitar over, kicking it across the room.

You hadn’t laughed. Eddie remembered the look on your face as he sang. That dreamy expression. And, when the bell rang and everyone was packing up, you walked to his desk and apologised on behalf of the basketballer. You’d said, “And it was brave, what you did. None of us could do what you do… Your song is really sweet, too.”

That was the memory in his mind. Vivid and formative.

“Your song,” you said to Eddie. He nodded. “I told you it was good,”

“Yeah, but… It was more that you were nice to me,” he admitted.

You looked at each other for a second before you looked back down at the Biology textbook.

“What did you end up getting for that anyway?” you asked.

Eddie laughed one of his hurt little chuckles and shook his head. “I passed. Barely. She said I used a gimmick to get attention.”

You frowned, angry for him. More angry than he was for himself.

How Eddie remained so kind and so bubbly was a miracle. You knew what it felt like to be ostracised, to be a pariah. It made you so prickly and sad. Eddie not only had that, but had most of the adults in his life actively working against him. How did he stay so soft?

“I’d listen to your songs all day,” you told him.

Eddie perked up, throwing his pencil onto the table and swinging back on the library chair. He looked up at the ceiling, smiling. “We could do that,” he said, then rolled his head to face you. “A secret show. Acoustic set… Just for you,”

“For me?” you said, voice lowered. You chewed on your bottom lip as you watched Eddie closely.

He nodded. “Yeah. Can’t ruin Corroded Coffin’s reputation. We’re the heaviest band in all of Hawkins, after all,”

“I think you’re the only metal band in Hawkins,” you replied with a laugh.

“Exactly. Anyone finds out I’m doing ooey gooey acoustic songs, they’ll smell blood in the water. They’ll come for the throne,” he said dramatically.

“Riiiiight. I won’t tell anyone,”

“Good. Saturday then? I can come pick you up?”

Butterflies were ripping themselves from cocoons in your stomach. There were too many of them, all fluttering in time with your heartbeat and squirming against the walls of your insides. You were shaking, felt like you needed to move, to run and jump and scream. You were warm, getting warmer, getting too hot. It took supreme effort – but you nodded. Wildly.

Eddie smiled. “Yeah? ‘Kay. It’s a date.”

…

Eddie was spiralling, his own voice echoing in his head. It’s a date. It’s a date. IT’S A FUCKING DATE?! Had he freaked you out? Made you feel pressured? Sure, it was just an expression. But you were so… What were you? How did Eddie see you?

Although he truly believed you were stronger than you gave yourself credit for, there was no doubting your fragility. Always teetering on the edge of falling apart, with only your relentless resilience pulling you into the future.

He looked at himself in the mirror and experienced a weird sort of dysmorphia. Is that me? Is that what my hair looks like? FuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK. It was too late to do anything about his appearance, not that he’d know where to start.

He wore his good jeans – the black ones with no rips. They weren’t too tight, which was important because Eddie was sure he needed the room to… breathe. They sat messily tucked into his heavy boots, courtesy of Dr Marten. Most of his t-shirts were either dirty or crumpled in drawers. However, on a hanger, he found a shirt with the iconic man in a snow jacket on it, beams of light shooting from his face. Leather jacket and Dio denim vest, he was ready to go.

On the drive to yours, Eddie played Metallica so loud he couldn’t hear himself think. It left his ears ringing when he cut the engine but it was worth it. He was calmer, ready.

You answered the door almost at the same time as his knock, bouncing with joy.

“Hi!” you greeted, pushing Eddie back and closing your front door behind you both.

“Oh, you don’t want me to meet the parents?” he joked, but you ignored him, taking the lead down the path and to his unlocked van.

The drive back to Eddie’s was quiet. He watched you wind the window down and move your hand through the air, riding the waves like a dolphin. “You okay?” Eddie risked. You shrugged, kept looking out the window. “I, uh, didn’t see the ol' Ford Escort in the drive,”

“Yeah,” you replied. “They went shopping,”

“Do they know… you know, where you’re going?” he asked.

You knew what he was implying. Do your parents, who already give you shit for breathing in the wrong direction, know you are hanging out with Eddie Munson at Forest Hills Trailer Park? Do they know you’re dancing with the devil in the pale moonlight?

“I was asleep when they left,” you answered. Eddie dropped the conversation at that.

Home, Eddie welcomed you into the trailer. “This is, uh, my castle,”

“There’s… a lot of mugs,” you observed.

“Yeah. My uncle is…” Eddie looked for the right word.

“Eccentric? Like you?”

Eddie grinned. “Yeah. One of the few good genetic traits, I guess. Sometimes I hide stuff in them, but he’s never said shit about it, so guess he hasn’t found anything,”

“What kind of stuff?” you asked, walking to a shelf. On your tiptoes, you looked into them.

“Uh… Just like, stuff I pick up off the ground? Like, funny lookin’ rocks. Coins,”

“Is this a snail shell?”

“Yeah. Don’t worry – I didn’t sacrifice him. It was empty when I found it,” Eddie assured you.

You looked over at him where he was leaning on the kitchen counter. He was grinning, remembering some of the other objects hidden. Eddie really wanted Wayne to find the thing left in his Garfield mug.

“Can I see your room?” you asked. Eddie stood up straight and you saw a flash of nervousness cross his face. “Only if that’s okay!” you added quickly. “I don’t-”

“Course you can,” he said with a beckoning wave. “Right this way.”

Eddie had cleaned his room. The definition of ‘clean’ is relative though. He’d pushed anything on the floor into the cupboard or under his bed. Dirty dishes had been removed and he had neatly cast his quilt over his bed. While you slowly made your way around the space, Eddie picked up his acoustic guitar and took a seat on his bed, back to the wall.

“What’s the verdict?” he asked, glancing up at you while he tuned.

“About your room? It’s very you,” you said. Eddie chuckled. “That’s good!” you clarified.

He was used to your nervousness, but this was a different type. A happy kind of nervous. Not all the way to excitement. You were engaged, comfortable even.

You turned as soon as he started to play. The grin on your face could have been the end of Eddie.

“I promised you a show,” he reminded you.

Immediately, nothing else mattered. Despite Eddie wearing his boots on his bed, you took off your shoes and crawled onto the mattress. He moved, arched his legs up so you could sit directly in front of him. Almost between his legs, your own crossed, you lost yourself in the moment.

Eddie had never had someone watch his hands so intently. Every chord held and every note played, your attention followed the music. You didn’t get bored, even without words sung. Two songs, a stripped back version of Wild Child by W.A.SP. and the instrumental Ozzy song Dee, and you were still wide-eyed and happy.

“Are they both from your metal bands?” you asked.

Eddie nodded, smiled at ‘your metal bands,’ then told you, “Yeah, but I have leant something new. Not my usual sound, ya know? But I could use your opinion.” Eddie started to play but stopped suddenly. “And, ah, I’m gonna sing this one. ‘Kay?”

You nodded eagerly, squirming a little to get closer.

B flat, D minor, E flat, F. You recognised it and let out a gasp. Eddie grinned between the lyrics he had begun to sing.

You can take all the tea in China, put it in a big brown bag for me.

Eddie had spent a while learning a song… for you. It had to be for you. As he got to the chorus, you didn’t catch the tear in time, and it rolled down your cheek and dripped from your face.

She’s as sweet as tupelo honey. She’s an angel of the first degree.

Eddie wasn’t really a Van Morrison fan. You’d begged him to listen to more, promising that he’d love the storytelling and melodies.

You can’t stop us on the road to freedom. You can’t keep us ‘cause our eyes can see.

It wasn’t your favourite of his songs, but that made it better. It meant Eddie had listened to his records. He’d picked this one in particular. Did it remind him of you?

She’s as sweet as tupelo honey. Just like honey, baby, from the bee.

Eddie couldn’t watch you. You’d brought your hands to your face, trying to soak up the tears before they made a mess of you. He’d done good, he knew.

Oh, you know she’s alright. You know she’s alright with me. She’s an angel.

He focused on strumming, on getting the words right.

She’s my babe, yeah, don’t you know right. She’s my baby babe, she’s my babe, yeah, don’t you know. She’s my baby.

Eddie drew the line at jazz scat, but he hummed out the song, added an extra ‘she’s an angel’ or two, then fell silent. Your gaze was still on his hands. Eddie knew you well enough to know you needed a moment. When a few had passed, he did what he did best - attempted to break the tension with a joke.

“That bad, huh?”

You looked at him, expressionless but easy to read. It didn’t matter how obvious the act was, all your insecurities would be finding reasons to not believe it. Eddie could almost hear your brain telling you that it was a coincidence that he’d played you a Van Morrison song. And even if he picked it for you, it didn’t mean anything.

Eddie took a deep breath as he put his guitar on the ground beside the bed.

“You were right. He’s an excellent songwriter,” Eddie said as he kicked off his boots and sat cross-legged like you.

“What was your favourite song?” you asked, voice cracking.

He didn’t want to talk about Van Morrison, but if it helped. “I haven’t listened to his whole discography. There’s a lot. But, gotta give it to Listen to the Lion.”

You laughed. “Of course, you do!”

“What?”

“You would pick the longest song ever,” you said.

“Yeah, didn’t really think other genres did it. So, thank you for the education,”

“You’re welcome.”

The banter hadn’t really broken the tension as Eddie had hoped. You were still an exposed nerve, waiting to be cauterised.

“So, um, just in case it wasn’t… clear… That was… for you. I learnt that for you,” Eddie stated. He’d lost your eye contact and he was terrified he was going to lose more. “Figured Crazy Love might be a bit too obvious...”

Ever since he’d found you behind the woodwork shed, Eddie had been at the forefront of your mind. How had you gone so long not noticing him? How had you sat by Hayley and the others as they gossiped and bullied? You felt so guilty and bad. You felt like a bad person.

Eddie was more than kind. He’d invited you into his world, shared his friends. He told you everything, all the time. Told you about how Wayne slept on a fold-up bed. About his childhood and lack of parents. He told you when his pee was a weird colour. He let you pop his pimples. He created the type of friendship where you were almost excited to tell him the things you thought were strange or gross. He loved hearing about it all so much that it felt like you were rewarding him with every piece of information.

You’d convinced yourself that the type of friendship meant you were ‘one of the boys.’ You’d spent three months repressing any thought that you meant something special to him. And then, he sang you Tupelo Honey and the foundations of your walls were crumbling, everything threatening to collapse.

“Listen,” Eddie started again, trying to get it right. “I know you’re… That you’ve been through some fucked up shit… And you can, you know, tell me if I’m way off here. Say the word and I’ll shut the fuck up and never bring it up again. If that’s what you want… But, um, I kind of think you’re…”

You were biting your tongue so hard that you’d be able to feel teeth marks for a while, but you still forced yourself to look up at Eddie, at the vulnerable expression on his face.

“Super fucking cool,” he whispered. “Like… Basically the dream.”

The thoughts shredded through Eddie’s head faster than the time he tried coke and decided never again. It was all jesusHchristwhatthefuckamIdoingthisissostupiddon’tfuckthisupI’mfuckingthisup. Meanwhile, your mind had simply stopped. No thought. No feelings. Not even a grey buzz of white noise.

Eddie’s big brown baby cow eyes watched you for a reaction. He waited while your lips parted, a breath escaping just to be sucked back in too quickly.

He couldn’t stop himself. “It’s okay if you don’t wanna… Like… I don’t know. Whatever. Whatever you want is good with me. I want what you want. Or whatever. What… Uh, what… do you want?”

You.

Eddie. You wanted him. That was an easy answer but you still had to fight the urge to answer with an annoying, ‘well, what do you want?’

You could be brave. You’d done it before. You’d survived.

“I want, um.. this,” was the best way you could word it. Eddie nodded, which helped. “I’ve, um, never had a boyfriend. Even when I was like, thin and cheered.” Eddie stopped himself from interrupting. He was desperate for you to stop making that the highpoint of your existence, but he couldn’t believe he was so close to getting what he wanted. He kept his mouth shut as you continued. “I don’t… I don’t know what I’m meant to do… Or what… like, I’m… okay with. But… I want to find out.”

Eddie nodded again. “Yeah. I’ve never had a boyfriend either, so we’re even. Or a girlfriend," he said grinning.

It was true, although it had been easy for Eddie to live in the unknown. He’d never liked anyone in the way he liked you. He wasn’t a virgin, but he was new to the romantic world of dating. On the flip side, you had spent years dreaming of Friday nights at the drive-in and Sunday morning picnics. Of valentine’s day and anniversaries. Your mind slipped into those daydreams often, and with anyone who showed even a little kindness.

Eddie continued. “We can… Go slow. I just really wanna be able to like, hold your hand and tell you your pretty all the time.”

He was kind of emotionally punching the air out of your lungs but it felt good. You both sat with wide smiles and too warm cheeks.

“You can do that,” you told him.

Immediately, he took both your hands in his, fingers threaded through. He raised them so they were arched between you.

“You’re really pretty,” Eddie said.

“So are you,” you said back, settling into the new feeling of letting yourself be loved.

“I was fucking terrified to do this,” Eddie admitted.

“Why?” you asked, even though you mostly knew.

Eddie was emboldened by the success of his show. “We got something special going on and I, you know, didn’t want to ruin a good thing. Didn’t want you to think I was…anything like…”

You both knew the unsaid name.

Eddie stopped himself from saying more. He was beginning to feel overwhelmed, which meant you were probably already there.

“You okay?” he asked.

“I’m very okay.”

Eddie played you a couple more of his favourite songs, then you moved out into the living space for VHS and bowls of cereal. The Cheerios were a carefully planned thing. Eddie thought you could control how much went in your bowl. They weren’t deemed junk food, so he knew you’d be more willing to eat. When you drank the milk from the bowl, he was so happy.

That day, not a lot changed in terms of how you acted around him. While he kept you in arm’s reach, holding your hand whenever he could, it wasn’t like you sat in his lap or angled for kisses. You didn’t feel pressured to either.

When Eddie took you home, he kissed the back of your hand before you climbed from the van and ran inside to meet curfew. It was all easy and felt natural. It felt like a promise that maybe it could be like your daydreams.

…

Monday morning you awoke to conflicting emotions. You couldn’t wait to see Eddie. But how were you meant to act? What if he didn’t want to hold your hand in front of other people? Maybe it would be, like, a secret relationship type of thing.

When you turned the corner to see Eddie leaning against your locker, all those insecurities dissipated.

“Hey, angel,” he said when you were close. Eddie pulled you into a hug and held you, resting his chin on the top of your head.

Angel. That was new.

“You’re here early,” you noted.

“Wanted to see how you were before another week of torture starts.” All warm fuzzies. Your entire body. “How’d it go with your ‘rents?” he asked.

Your parents had been none too pleased to find you M.I.A. on Saturday. When you were home only minutes before curfew, they went from displeased to enraged. Even your mother flinched at how loud your father yelled, but she had turned away from you when you looked to her for help, your pleading and crying eyes making her feel guilty.

“It was fine,” you lied, but Eddie had heard it before. It was essentially code at that point.

He sighed. “I’m sorry,”

“It’s fine,” you repeated. You’d pick being happy with Eddie over being sad with placated parents any day. Every day.

“So, I just wanted to… check we’re on the same page. You’re good with, like, people knowing… about us?” Eddie sounded nervous.

You looked up at him, at his sparkling eyes. “Are you?”

“Oh, yeah, are you serious? I’m on cloud nine,”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Of course,” he said in his mock-outrage whispering voice he used often. “We’re gonna get shit from the guys, but you can just flutter those lashes at them and they’ll shut up.”

Grinning, you leaned back into the hug and let him hold you until the first bell rang.

By lunch, all the smiles had faded. Jeff was at the table when you arrived.

“Are you okay?” you asked him, his sour expression a not often seen thing.

“The usual bullshit,” he said with a shrug.

Gareth arrived next, throwing himself into his chair with all the kinetic energy of a pissed-off teenage drummer. “Swear to god, I’m going to fuckin’ pop every goddamn basketball in this place,”

“What happened?” Jeff asked, beating you to it.

“Dodgeball. I think they were aiming for the face,” he answered, nodding over to the table of cheerleaders and basketball players.

Dustin and Mike arrived then, slamming their lunch trays down and bickering with Lucas about ‘joining the dark side’ and ‘what’s more important than Hellfire?!’

The whole group joined the argument, only stopping when Eddie scared the shit out of everyone with a hand thudded against the tabletop. He’d appeared suddenly and sat just as quick, eyeing the boys.

“What’s got everyone’s panties in a twist?”

“Nothing,” Lucas answered quickly, shooting the others a look that Eddie definitely caught but pretended not to.

Eddie motioned for everyone to carry on, and the table returned to a semi-normal state.

“Hey,” Eddie greeted, pulling his chair closer to the table, closer to you.

“Hi,” you replied quietly.

Eddie held his hand out to yours, fingers pointed up and palm out. You pressed your hand against his, the pressure and warmth grounding. He shifted his hand slightly, letting your fingers fall between his.

“Oh shit, you finally did it?” Gareth called across the table, loud enough that everyone looked over.

Your instinct was to drop Eddie’s hand, avoid eye contact and try to make yourself small. Before you could, Eddie’s hand tightened around yours and he was smiling at his friends.

“Did what?” he asked coolly.

Dustin, always truthful and often missing the social cues, answered for Gareth. He pointed to you and said, “You know, ask her out?!” Eddie said nothing but raised his eyebrows at his little friend. Dustin continued, redirecting his attention to you. “We knew he liked you before he said shit,”

“Language,” Eddie chimed in, an amused smirk playing on his lips.

“He was all like-” and Dustin did his best Eddie impression, “She just needs a friend, man. She’s really cool, maaannn.”

The whole table were giggling. Mike joined in, his impersonation a little less accurate but still just as funny. “I haven’t seen her today. Has anyone seen her? Where is she?!”

“Remember when she gave him that list of words?”

“No, remember when she wore that black skirt?”

“No, no, no, I’ve got it. Remember when he wrote her name on his arm and tried to hide it?”

The boys had, as the Australians say, lost themselves in the sauce. They were cackling, tears rolling down their cheeks from laughing so hard. You hadn’t realised you’d started to breathe a little heavier. Eddie tugged on your hand, drawing your gaze back to him.

“I told you. You’re the dream,” he said, grinning. “As for you degenerates… It would seem as though you have forgotten that I am currently writing the next campaign,”

“So?” Dustin said with a shrug.

“So, you’re all going to burn.”

…

If it was physically possible, Eddie had his arm around you or your hand in his. If it wasn’t, he was thinking about it. He was thinking about how you’d trace the rises and falls of his rings gently. How your skin was soft. How you looked at him.

He thought about how you stopped saying ‘I’m going to the bathroom’ and started saying ‘I need to pee.’ How you didn’t hide the shorts under your skirt anymore, finally explaining that they stopped your thighs rubbing together and leaving itchy angry skin.

“I thought it was so nobody saw your underwear,” he had said, reaching out and poking your thigh.

“Added bonus,” you replied with a shrug.

It was the same for you. You thought about how you folded a thin but long braid into Eddie’s hair, and how he seriously offered to cut it out so you could keep it. “Is that weird?” he’d asked.

“Yeah, but I like it,” you replied, holding his face in your hands. “But don’t cut your hair,” you quickly added.

School days were spent flicking through your History textbook. It had become a makeshift flower press, writing a new history of the wildflowers Eddie picked on his way to you each morning.

School nights were spent alone in your house, as far from your parents as you could get, writing love stories that were incredibly Eddie-coded. They were somewhere to put your love when you couldn’t give it to him.

Weekends, that’s where the glory was. Eddie would collect you early in the morning, as in, as soon as he woke. Sometimes it was barely dawn. He’d knock on your window, then disappear back to the van parked down the street. You were always ready, a bag packed with clothes so you could run outside in your pyjamas and change at his.

Saturdays went by too quickly. Sometimes Eddie would take you on little dates, but most of the time you stayed home listening to vinyl record scratching and watching rented VHSs. You’d hold hands and sit closer and closer until both of you were giggling lovesick messes.

And, if you asked real nice, Eddie would perform Tupelo Honey.

“For you, angel, anything.”

CHAPTER 4

End Note: If you know anything about me, you know that Van Morrison is my love language.

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darkfictionjude · 8 months

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Ouch…how about some fluff instead: how susceptible are the ROs to MC's puppy dog eyes? 🥺

Imre: 5/10. It really can go either way as it all depends on what exactly you want. If it’s something reasonable such as you want him to buy you something, take you out or help with homework he’ll always say yes. But if it’s something like let’s drive with blindfolds on or let’s roam the woods at night it’s a hard no.

He can’t help himself but crack a slight smile at the look on your face. He shakes his head and signs “alright you win this round” he raises up his hands in surrender “you’ve convinced me. What do you want?”

Nia: 3/10. Extremely difficult to get her to do what she doesn’t want to do especially if she feels the request is which she would deem dumb. You do have extra pull with her here as you’ve been her best friend forever and so it’s usually always a no but on the rare occasion in which it looks like you really need what you’re asking she’ll say yes.

Her eyes narrow rather obviously and she hums. She finally says resigned “ok. Fine. Just this once I’ll say yes but don’t think this will always work and don’t make a big deal out of this.”

Lorcan: 8/10. For all his bravado and shows of cruelty he really isn’t that firm. He will almost always say yes because he dislikes the look on your face when he says no to you. The times he’ll say no it’s because it’s something that’s out of his reach to do or something that could potentially endanger his life.

He almost smiles but instead rolls his eyes dramatically and says “just so you know you’re not special, I would do this for anyone.”

Hopefully that makes up for the angst 💜

#anon asks #Imre #Nia #Lorcan #RO reactions #we wretched creatures

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gorgeousgreymatter-x · 2 years

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THE PUSHING DAISIES STEDDIE AU NOBODY ASKED FOR BUT I DID I GUESS

(tw: two dead animals are mentioned, and animal cruelty is threatened but does not actually occur)

Young Steve Harrington was 9 years, 24 weeks, 4 days, and 3 minutes exactly when he discovered just how much he wasn’t like the other children.

Up until that exact moment, not a second later, Steve had been a normal boy. Normal boy from the totally normal, totally unremarkable little town of Hawkins, Indiana. And normal — normal was good. At least according to Steve’s father. Normal was important.

Normal was the watchword.

Because normal boys did normal things – football, fist fights, and war games. Normal boys did not prefer the company of their mothers. Did not prefer watching old movies and dancing in the living room. Did not prefer spending hours in the kitchen baking pies.

Normal boys spent their days rough-housing at Skull Rock. Playing king of the mountain and walk-the-plank.

It was on that warm August afternoon, so many years ago, that Steve was faced with the shocking truth that he was in fact, as far from normal as normal could get.

They’ve been out here for what feels like hours already, and Steve is tired and grumpy and too hot. Steve likes a walk through the woods as much as the next kid. Loves it actually —remembers when he was younger and he and his mother would take walks together on the trails behind their old house that wound through oak trees that felt like giants when he was so small, running through the tall, swaying grass that tickled his cheeks and made his mother laugh. Smile in that way she so rarely did anymore.

Tommy and Jason never wanted to stop and look at anything, and the only time Steve had dared to bring one of the well-loved notebooks he’d filled with drawings of whatever he’d found interesting at the time and one of his mother’s old field guides, they’d laughed at him, shoved him so hard that he’d dropped them in the mud.

At least he’d waited until he’d gotten home to cry about it.

Normal boys, according to his father, did not cry.

Steve had gotten distracted by an empty bird’s nest he’d found, fascinated by the little stones and bits of mud woven into it, the remnants of the eggshells left behind. Mercifully, the other boys were too wrapped up in whatever dumb game they were doing to make fun of him for examining it, let alone to bother waiting for him.

He’s still brushing dust off the knees of his jeans, heading toward the clearing when he hears them.

Hey freak! What are you doing out here, freak? Look at the crybaby! What are you cryin’ about, crybaby?

Steve can see the bright red of Jason’s baseball cap come into view. He and Tommy are circled around something — somebody — like a pack of ravenous wolves about to take down their prey. And yeah, normally (shamefully), Steve would just fade into the background, try and make himself invisible whenever they did stuff like this. Because the thought of participating just made that sick feeling bloom in Steve’s chest because before he wised up to the Way Things Were, he was used to being on the receiving end.

He knows what it feels like.

And looking back, perhaps that would have been the wisest course. The most sensible course. The normal course.

Because right there on his knees, arms curved protectively over something Steve can’t quite see, is Eddie Munson.

Eddie Munson was pretty much the opposite of whatever normal was, at least around here. And unfortunately, that made him a prime target. The fact that he lived in the trailer park, wore ratty hand-me-downs that never quite fit him right, how his hair was too long and hung into his face. And despite the fact that most of their classmates seemed intent on making his life a living hell, Eddie never just took it.

Steve found himself feeling jealous, which was absurd. He didn’t want to be a freak. Not like the Munson kid.

But then he looks down and sees what the other boy is trying so desperately to protect — a rabbit. Now that he’s stepped a little closer, he can just barely see the soft gray of its fur peeking out from under Eddie’s elbow.

And its distinct lack of breathing. Because the rabbit, Steve realizes, is dead. Now the stick he finally notices in Jason’s grip as he creeps even closer to the group makes sense — poking a dead rabbit as a fun activity actually made sense considering the blonde boy’s perfect storm of below average intelligence and above average aggression.

Like now when Steve can see that, yes, despite the fact that there were definitely tears in Eddie Munson’s freakishly big brown eyes, his mouth was curved into a feral smile. When Steve hazards a glance in his direction, it seems to be at least somewhat effective if the unsteady look in Tommy’s eyes meant anything.

Between the two of them, Jason was always meaner. Crueler in a way that made Steve’s teeth ache.

Normal boys probably didn’t notice things like other boys’ eyes. Maybe it’s just the fact that Steve’s never really looked at Eddie up close. Had never noticed how bright and wide those eyes of his really were, and despite the fact that they were obviously wet with tears, when Eddie’s gaze finally fixes itself to him, it’s like he’s daring Steve to try something too.

Steve doesn’t actually remember making the conscious decision to do something. It’s like he’s not even in control of his own body, the way his gut coils like a snake burning a hole through his belly when he shoves Jason Carver to the ground.

“Leave him alone.”

The funny thing was, although Steve may not particularly enjoy sports, he was good at them. Better than Jason, even, which Steve guesses probably had something to do with how pissy he always was around him. Steve was also bigger. Stronger. Faster.

Being fast was also probably why Tommy wasn’t able to get the drop on him either (although Eddie’s frantic pointing over his shoulder and the way he yells Steve! is certainly helpful ), wasn’t able to dodge the sucker-punch Steve lands right in his face.

Blood streams down Tommy’s face, his own hands flying to his likely-broken nose, and it’s so distracting, and honestly, alarming, it’s Jason who very nearly takes him down, having gotten to his feet without Steve’s notice.

“Fuck you!”

That’s Eddie’s voice — when he turns to look, he sees him standing over Jason, fists balled at his side, who’d been clearly shoved to his feet again.

The other two boys likely hadn’t considered the fact that they’d be evenly matched. Tommy and Jason tended to prefer fights where they had the obvious advantage, and judging from how nervous they both looked suddenly.

“You really want to be a freak like Munson, Steve? Throw your lot in with him?”

“I’ll take my chances.”

Tommy and Jason turn and run, tails between their legs, Steve watching them go, hands on his hips, with all the intensity of a guard dog ready to strike. It’s only when he can no longer see them, even through the gaps in the trees that he finally remembers Eddie is there.

“You didn’t have to do that, you know,” Eddie says, voice sounding slightly hollow as he stands over the tiny, limp body he’d been so desperate to protect. “Now they’re going to go after you.”

“Yeah, well — I wasn’t going to let them…” and he’s not even sure how to explain what he doesn’t even understand himself yet, so he just shrugs and crouches down to look at the rabbit sprawled out over a pile of leaves.

Steve has seen a dead body before. Only one. His grandfather’s — but he’d looked much the same as he always had in that coffin, same bespoke suit, same glasses. Eyes shut like he was taking one of his La-Z-Boy naps while Steve watched the tv on the rug in front of him.

The rabbit looked much like that — asleep. “Did you find it like this?”

Eddie seems taken aback, and likely is. Steve might not be a bully like the other kids, but he didn’t do anything to stop it. Steve might only be 9, but even he knows that’s somehow worse. “Uh – yeah, I mean – it’s just a baby and when I saw what Jason was trying to do —”

“Yeah,” Steve agrees, though he’s not sure to what, because for whatever reason, he’s reaching out to brush a finger over the thing’s fuzzy ear, just barely grazes it, before normal is tossed right out the window. Hurled off the cliff and into the abyss.

Because the second Steve touches the animal, he feels a spark kind of like when he runs across the carpet wearing socks and touches something, a static shock.

The rabbit is up and off so quickly, bounding into the trees before Steve even knows what’s happened. And something – something had happened. His brain might be trying to convince him otherwise — it was just stunned, injured, asleep.

Because dead things stayed dead, obviously.

“Holy shit, did you just —”

“I think it was just stunned,” Steve says, biting his lip and ruffling his hair.

“It was dead. It wasn’t breathing. I saw it — what did you do?”

“Nothing, man. I don’t now what you’re talk—”

Both of them jolt, their conversation interrupted by a thud just a few feet away. When they turn around and venture close enough to see what it is, what’s lying there on the grass as still and lifeless as that baby rabbit had been only minutes before.

Because there, spread out onto the grass, wings akimbo, was a large spotted owl.

Dead.

Eddie and he share exactly one long look before Steve turns tail and flees. Doesn’t stop running until he reaches his bike, left just by the treeline. When he gets home, he goes straight to his room and doesn’t come out for the rest of the night.

He doesn’t see Eddie Munson again.

Not for a long time.

The facts were these:

Steve is exactly 25 years, 4 weeks, 3 days, 21 hours, and 18 minutes old when he finally does.

Because Eddie Munson was 26 years, 50 weeks, 19 hours, and 4 minutes old when he died.

And that’s exactly how old he is when Steve Harrington brings him back to life.

#pushing daisies #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #i am setting this free in the world and if you want to continue it please do #i do not have the will lol #stranger things #stranger things 4 #steddie fic #stranger things fic #steve x eddie #steddie fic rec #lee pace #bryan fuller

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soft ground, claiming moon

fear the fall and where we’ll land

@natsumeweek 2023 day 3; kindness/cruelty read on ao3

(previous) (next)

For a moment, no one moves or speaks or even breathes. Takashi himself is frozen, mind completely blank. This is so far from anything he could have expected that his body doesn’t know how to react.

Then Taki blurts, “Is that Natori Shuuichi?”

“Wait, the guy from that dumb show Satchan and Sasada argue about every week?” Kitamoto says dubiously.

Their resident witch twitches, offended, and Nishimura says, “It’s not dumb, it’s really good! There’s nuance! You just have to give it a chance.”

Unmoved, Kitamoto says, “Okay but isn’t he, like, famous? What’s he doing here?”

Their voices are a static wash of sound. Takashi doesn’t hear a word. He’s hyper-focused on the man in front of them. Natori’s expression is still smiling, but that’s his T.V. smile. There’s no warmth to it at all. Takashi can tell the difference.

Maybe Tanuma can, too, or maybe he just knows how to read Takashi better than most people, because Tanuma shifts to the side until he has a shoulder in front of Nishimura. He dips a hand into the pocket he keeps his prayer beads in. There’s not much he can do against another human person, but if it came down to it, he would be able to guard against the shiki at least.

Here. In his home. While his father is away and his friend is in pain.

Takashi realizes that his heart is racing, but not with fear. It feels more like anger.

How dare Natori show up here? How dare he look at Nishimura like he’s some sort of monster? He doesn’t even know the whole story. He didn’t see Nishimura in that hospital room.

“Um,” Nishimura says, overly loud, not passing for normal at all, “um, not to sound lame or anything, but can I get your autograph?”

He’s excited. Just for a second, the moon is the last thing on his mind.

But the shiki react to his question like Nishimura just threw a knife at them, in Sasago and Urihime’s case, baring their teeth and reaching for their weapons. Hiiragi tilts her head an inch to the left and otherwise doesn’t move at all.

They’re visible here, where Taki has laid dozens of circles in the earth. Nishimura flinches back and the shining expression on his face goes shuttered, a window closing against the cold.

At the same time Tanuma pulls the rosary out of his pocket, and Taki lifts chalk dust-covered fingers, and Kitamoto yanks Nishimura a whole two steps back behind everyone else, Nyanko-sensei disappears in a thick screen of smoke.

When it clears, he towers above them all in his true form. The fluffy cloud tail of his lashes a few times, knocking a few small boughs from a nearby tree, before he settles down in a half-moon curl around his kids.

Natori’s shiki stiffen. They would fight sensei unflinchingly if they were ordered to, but they’re outclassed and they know it. Natori’s smile has tapered off but he still has that silver stake in his hand.

“Good grief,” Nyanko-sensei rumbles. “I hate fleas.”

“Sensei?” Nishimura says. He’s squished between Kitamoto and Taki and half-buried in downy white fur, looking torn between bewildered and offended. There’s a faint shadow of the wolf looming in his eyes. “Natsume, what’s going on?”

“Nothing,” Takashi says shortly. “Natori just likes to show up without warning. Or an invitation.”

“And his familiars are poorly trained,” Taki, who was once famously trapped on a tricky mountain ledge for two hours because her kitsune threw a tantrum when she forgot to bring them aburaage as a treat, snaps meanly.

“Don’t worry about the fleas,” sensei orders. “Go plate that cake already.”

“Sensei,” Nishimura argues, but he’s buffeted forward with a bump from Nyanko-sensei’s great head.

Kitamoto looks like he’s one more big surprise away from a meltdown, but he uses that momentum to begin dragging Nishimura the rest of the way to the temple, giving Natori a wide berth and a suspicious look. Taki goes with them, glaring over her shoulder with every step.

Tanuma looks very worried about the standoff occuring in his yard, rubbing one of the beads between his fingers anxiously.

“Should I call Misuzu?” he asks Takashi in a quiet tone. “He always has frogs nearby. There’s usually at least three in the temple somewhere.”

“No need,” Takashi replies. “Sensei and I will handle this.”

Tanuma lingers for another moment, but a glance up at Nyanko-sensei seems to convince him. He passes by Natori with a skittish sidelong look. Natori’s expression turns pained at the way Tanuma hurries out of his proximity.

When the doors of the temple have shut, Natori says very gently, “Natsume. You know I had to come.”

Takashi says, “But you didn’t.”

“You are in over your head. There is absolutely no way you could be prepared to deal with—what must be dealt with. There’s hardly any text about it anywhere.”

“And if humans don’t have the knowledge recorded, it doesn’t exist?” sensei asks sardonically. “Spare me your self-importance, exorcist. It was your kind that caused this mess in the first place.”

Normally, Takashi would play mediator between the two, try to check their frankly ridiculous egos, but he can feel his own temper fraying apart and doesn’t have the mental fortitude to spare.

He can’t remember ever being angrier than this. He can feel the spirits in Yatsuhara becoming agitated, all stirred up because of him.

“Playing the blame game is a waste of everyone’s time,” Natori says harshly. He’s disquieted by sensei’s remark; it’s obvious in the way he hustles past it. “I’m here to help, whether you believe me or not.”

“Then help,” Takashi says. He doesn’t recognize his own voice. “Don’t hunt. Throw that weapon away.” The way the silver shines in the low light is making him sick.

“I can’t do that,” Natori says. “You know I can’t do that. He’s going to turn.”

“It doesn’t mean he has to die.”

“He’s a monster. He’ll hurt you, he won’t have a choice.”

“And you think I would just stand there and let it happen?”

“I think you have a history of doing exactly that.”

It hurts because Natori says it softly.

With a deep breath, Takashi says, “If he’s a monster, so am I. You came here to kill me, too, a year ago. What stopped you then?”

He’ll regret it later because of the way Natori’s whole body seems to crumple at his words. He knows the older man regrets the nature of their first meeting, for all that he was acting on the best information he had at the time.

For now, he presses on, “You met me. You made an exception. I didn’t hurt anyone. I wouldn’t.”

Takashi presses his hands together, half in pleading, half to keep a solid grip on his cognizance, because the wilderness inside him is beckoning him ever deeper. It wants him to let go and tear asunder, the way of earthquakes and tsunamis.

But he won’t. That’s the whole point.

“Nishimura wouldn’t either,” he goes on. “He would never. If you would just meet him I know you’d understand.”

Natori doesn’t say anything right away. Dusk is upon them, the sky vivid with sunset colors. They are inching ever closer to nightfall. Soon they’ll be out of time to talk. Takashi needs him to be convinced sooner than later.

Nyanko-sensei’s tail flicks idly. He would never admit to caring about any of the humans who fill his days, but Takashi knows he has a particular fondness for the colorful, chaotic Nishimura. If it came down to protecting him, he would tear his way through Natori’s shiki with his teeth.

Takashi would prefer it not to come to that.

Suddenly, Hiiragi steps between their two parties, and puts Takashi and sensei behind her. Facing her master, she tells him, “I know that you’re kind.”

She draws back her sleeve, revealing the neat bandage wrapped carefully around her arm.

“I know that you want to be kind,” Hiiragi says.

For a handful of seconds that feel more like an hour, Natori stares at her without speaking. Then he grinds the heels of his hands into his eyes and sighs with feeling.

Hope floods Takashi’s heart, but he doesn’t relax until Natori tosses that silver stake down.

“Alright,” the exorcist says wearily. “We’ll try it your way.”

#natsumeweek #natsume yuujinchou #natsuyuu #natsume takashi #natori shuuichi #kitamoto atsushi #taki tooru #tanuma kaname #nyanko sensei #hiiragi #my writing #natsuyuu fic #soft ground claiming moon

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Oh man... I love zombie apocalypse talk... and combining it with Yandere's??? Heaven.

Anyway time for zombie apocalypse headcanons, thank you for summoning this into my brain.

Nora is a beast. An absaloute fucking beast. She takes on 50 zombies at once and walks out fine. The stress of the apocalypse brings out her true nature, maybe darling gets bitten so she ties you up in rope and chains so she can keep you forever - zombie or not.

Miriel is dying. I'm sorry Miri but I don't think she'd have it in her. 2 weeks tops before she gets bitten. The infection probably takes an agonisingly long time to take over though if she's surrounded by nature. Maybe if you bury her in the forest she'll be purified. Or she'll just come back stronger.

Runa is lasting a somewhat long time but will probably get bit and turn from doing something stupid. Her tantrums would probably attract zombies all the time as well.

Eliza is dying. Not because she gets bit, but because she kept eating zombies and infected herself that way. Zombie Eliza chasing you down in wolf form would be terrifying.

Sawyer is. Y'know. Sawyer. But if we wanna have fun with it, she'd probably end up making a safe haven for survivors to take refuge in, basically a sequel to the city.

Kassien is wooping so much ass. Imagine her in her binder caving zombies heads in, dripping with sweat as she protects you. Mmf.

Idek what Nikki would do. She's a wildcard.

Theanna has a castle to hole up in and an army to defend her. She's keeping you safe no matter what, if anything happens to her queen, everyone taking refuge in the castle will be cast out.

Abigail is obviously never getting bit. She's too badass for that. Don't worry my lady, I'll deal with all the blood and guts so you can stay nice and pretty <3

Pauline is gonna get bitten I fear. She's going to make a blunder and realise she's going to turn, she begs you to stay with her until the end, all of her fake cruelty dissapears in her final days. She just wants you to be with her, even as she begins to crave that delicious flesh on your neck.

Raphael is going to do the same thing as Eliza and infect herself. I can see her locking darling away in a sealed room to keep you safe, she knows she will crave your flesh when she turns, so you have to stay in here, forever and always. If you ask her why SHE doesn't lock herself away, it's because she's too scared of you being eaten by someone else. It has to be her.

Elisha is obviously kicking so much ass it's not even funny. Zombies are nothing compared to dragons, so why not throw a little spice into the mix - her darling gets bitten and she's in total denial. Every day you turn a little more and beg her to kill you but she refuses, saying she will find you a cure to turn you back. She WILL save you no matter what it takes.

Veronia I wanna have fun with. Obviously she's not going to get infected, she has scales. BUT. Imagine if she did. A terrifying zombie dragon hunting you down because you smell so much better than all the others, and you would make the most divine meal. (I like to think dragons are so powerful they retain most of their intelligence after turning, as opposed to dumb dumb humans)

Ainsley started the apocalypse, let's be real here.

Skye is dying. I'm sorry but she lasts 4 days at the most, oddly enough however, she's more docile than most zombies.

Darla is leading a scavengers group. She starts up her own little paradise and boasts having full control. Queen bee of the apocalypse.

Sophie is going to be Darla's second in command. Basically her enforcer, bashing in zombie heads and making sure everyone in the settlement is well behaved. I like to think her and Darla share a darling, who's some scared ill-prepared survivor who just so happened to stumble upon their settlement. "You can never leave us dolly, I've seen what they do to pretty girls like you out there."

Ella is also getting turned, but whereas zombie Skye is docile, zombie Ella is feral. She already liked biting now it's her full time job.

-girlfailure 🧟‍♀️

The only thing I would change is I think Miriel would get close to the forest instantly and if you got bit she would be able to naturally purify herself with the elf stuff.

mmmm tank Nora, I love it soo much.

#girlfailure anon

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dungeons-and-dragon-age · 11 months

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OC Tag Game

got tagged again by @shivunin! <3 You're right that this is a curse to do fsdkljfls, i am indecisive af so prepare for rambling

Favorite OC: Wow starting with a mean one :( It rotates and switches between all of them, but Liam and June probably occupy the spot the most often

Newest OC: Uhh i guess Robin? They are In My Brain but i have yet to do a playthrough with them lol

Oldest OC: In general? Des xD (she was a warrior cats oc i made when i was 11 but she's still very dear to me <3). For DA, it's Neira! I played he games in order & she was my first Warden :)

Meanest OC: June for sure lol. Both in that she is very blunt and does not belive in lying for the sake of being nice, and in that she is the most likely to be actively mean on purpose. 2nd Place goes to Noya because she can also be really nasty when she wants to be.

Softest OC: Oof hard pick :') I have come to terms with the fact that i am unable to make OCs who are not softies in some way or another, and they definitely all are. But.. i wanna say Kala? Because she has a big nature vs nurture contrast, and once she has the chance to she is actually very soft, and very deliberately. In that she craves a lot of closeness with loved ones, but also in that she sees the beauty in the small things, and in being determined to spite cruelty through small kindnesses.

Most Aloof/Standoffish OC: Also Kala xD She is. Not sociable at all fsdfjk and is also not overly involved; yes she cares, but she also knows how to distance herself.

Dumbest (affectionate) OC: I wouldn't call any of them *dumb*, but at the same time, all of them are at least A Little Bit dumb <3 Liam is the most likely to have brainlag or head empty moments, June is the one who will do dumb things despite knowing better and/or not think things through, Lilian will have internal "yeah i got this :)" (she has not got this) moments the most, and so on.

Smartest OC: Tie between Ari and June! At least for the traditional definition of smart lol. Ari is very booksmart, is very good at remembering things, processing concrete information, thinking ahead and making elaborate plans. His thoughts are always 5 steps ahead and sometimes it feels like he is thinking for three people at once. As long as he has precise information to work with, he's gonna make it work.

June is the opposite, she is really bad at encyclopedia type knowledge or planning but is super good at conceptualising abstract ideas, at making connections and bending thoughts this way and that, at combining ideas and theorising. She has a good intuition for how conceptual ideas might work in practice, and a creative approach to problem solving.

Bonus shoutout to Var'renan for being the most people-smart. They're very perceptive and very good at reading people and social cues.

OC I'd Probably Be Friends With: Well, i would say i'd probably vibe with Renan or Kala or Ari, but irl i seem attract all the extroverts, so chances are i'd end up being friends with Noya or June or Adriel lmao. Ig Adriel would be the best bet though. Cos she's energetic but not overly so, she'd still be totally down to just hang out and chill; we're both chatty but awkward talkera sometimes and would probably hype each other up really well when we get exited

edit: bruh why did tumblr delete part of the post (part of the last bullet point & the tags got cut off)???? I Do Not have the energy to put in all the tags again, so if you read this, you can consider yourself tagged! If you do it please do tag me, i'd love to read more about all your OCs :3

2nd edit because. It cut off the last category again smh (not the text after this time tho??) and idk why but i am also Not gonna rewrite that again e-e

#figured this would make the most sense to do for my DA blorbos xD #didn't think kala would end up on so many of these tho haha #this was fun! even if i ended up putting more than one character in most of these oops #oc tag game #my ocs #will i tag the individual ocs? maybe later who knows

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Here we go with another list! This time it's....

Top 10 Metroid Characters + Honorable mentions

Spoilers ahead, be warned

Honororable mentions: Kraid, 6 bounty hunters from Prime Hunters

Kraid. Fat fuck. Love him. I don't know a lot about him, but he looks cool

The other hunters from Prime Hunters also look cool. Plus, they're each unique with their own things going on. They are all amazing but missed the cut.

10 Gray Voice

My least favorite of the chozo parents of Samus. I've never read the comics, so I'm going off little info, but he looks cool and helped raise Samus. The chozo are cool in general, so it boosts him up to 10th. Congrats, Gray Voice

9 Quiet Robe

A chozo I actually know about! I love Quiet Robe's story, and I kinda wished he had lived. One of my biggest wants for the metroid series growing up was for Samus to find loving chozo, so I was sad when he died. But! He's still a good character, and he earns his spot on my list

8 Ghor

Very cool character! I love that he's essentially a gentle giant until he gets corrupted. I wonder what could've been if he hadn't. He is an epic robot dude who deserved better... but at least his fight was cool.

7 Old Bird Old grandfather birb! Yes! Love him. Potentially , the only reason he isn't higher is because I don't know much about him. But I love the Grandfather birb

6 Ridley

I hate that he's so low...but the other 5 are just so awesome to me. Well, there's a lot about Ridley I like. He's one of my favorite Nintendo villains for his viciousness and cruelty. He doesn't shy away from murder and that's kind of a suprise for a Nintendo villain. He's ruthless and heartless and the cunning God of death, and he's epic. He's the perfect arch-enemyfor Samus, as she's pretty mature for a Nintendo character, too. I kinda headlining that he looks forward to fighting Samus because he views her as a worthy adversary...obe he'd like to kill, of course,but worthy all the same. Overall, Ridley is a great villain

5 U-Mos

OK, this is kind of embarrassing. Part of the reason I like him so much is because, as a dumb preteen, I had a self insert where I was from Samus's planet and got adopted by the luminoth instead of the chozo. It was very dumb and very cringe, but it made me really like U-Mos because I made him my OC's adopted father. Even without all that, though, I think he's a solid character who serves his role to help tell an amazing story. Plus... he's the guardian of the defenseless and sleeping luminoth, and I think that's great!

4 Raven Beak

I did not see an evil chozo coming, so he took me by suprise....but that said, it was a good one. I kinda just expected all chozo to be good, but it makes sense that that's not the case. Every sentient species probably has at least one bad apple. I love that he wears armor and his boss fight. Also, it's amazing that he's like Samus's evil adoptive dad. He's great. Love him. I hope he comes back like Ridley keeps doing.

3 Samus

Ugh, it hurts to put her so low. It physically pains me... but it must be done. I remember the day I found out Samus was a girl. I was playing Brawl with my older brother, and she used he final smash. I was taken aback. A girl wearing armor and being badass!? Nowadays, it's silly to think that buy it was mindblowing back then. She's epic and so freaking badass! She's so strong-willed, and I love that she represents strong women so well (Ignoring Other M. It isn't Canon in my mind) I love Samus. she's one of my favorite protagonists in all of gaming for how epic she is.

2 Dark Samus

She's so cool! Side note her theme is my favorite metroid song. From the very moment we see her secret ending in Prime 1 to her last moment inPrime 3, Dark Samus is amazing. She's such a good antagonist who just wants to absorb phazon until Samus pisses her off. I love that it makes sense how she keeps coming back and her fights are my favorite part about Prime 2 and my second favorite part about Prime 3. Absolute icon.

1 Rundas

Ughhhh. I wish so bad that he didn't die! He was so coooool! (Pun not intended) His ice powers were a marvel to watch, and his personality had me at the edge of my seat! I wanted so badly for Samus to save him and her owing him one to be resolved! I wanted so badly for him to help take on Dark Samus with Samus. But that didn't happen. At least his boss fight was cool, and he got some screentime to show me how amazing he was. Some people might not like how high i put him,but Rundas will probably always be my favorite Metroid character.

Tier List time!

C: Kraid, Kanden, Trace, Noxus, Spire, Weavil, Sylux

B: Gray Voice, Quiet Robe, Ghor

A: Old Bird, Ridley, U-Mos, Raven Beak

S: Samus, Dark Samus, Rundas

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I definitely think that is an avenue to explore for writing, but I saw in an interview that Cobie did after the first episode of Secret Invasion about Maria that regarding Maria's "backstory" and minor development on screen that Maria "had parents and siblings." I'm not sure if that's something they told her and cut out of the show or something Cobie did on her own for trying to figure this character out.

I think it's telling that the scene only her mom is there that could indicate either a biological or non biological mother/daughter relationship. Both are powerful things to explore but I think killing off Maria in the MCU by her father figure (or what she believed was) and keeping her orphaned/child abuse by her father comic book back story was probably a little too dark for the MCU.

Personally, for my own writing I actually really like the idea that Maria and Elizabeth both escaped the abusive father/husband and that they had a very strong mother/daughter bond because of it--whether it was biological or not. However I still think this means Fury could have co-opted Maria's need paternal approval much like he did with other orphaned women. TBH post Secret Invasion, Fury making talented yet vulnerable people do his work makes him look like a horrible manipulative monster and going back and watching old MCU projects it's hard not to see that in him now even if the characters are blinded by it. Maria especially so because maybe from her background of abuse she so severely believes in justice and helping people and she's drawn by her admiration of people like Fury and Steve Rogers too! (Which Cobie confirmed that Cap was always Maria's favorite Avenger)

but i think it's clear that Fury basically saw a young woman who was very skilled and desperate for paternal approval and was just like bingo! this person will do everything i say and stand up to me very little--especially when she is younger and we actually see that development in the movies where Maria never goes against him and then in then in Secret Invasion tells Fury basically 'Hey, don't do this' so Fury's absence from Maria's life actually helped her grow a lot, even if in the end she still went back to her old ways of following blindly. Another reason why her mother was so infuriated as she clearly stated at the "funeral" scene and IMO good fuel for the theory of 'i saved my daughter from a dumb dangerous man and now a dumb dangerous man gets her killed'

thoughts??

I do agree that her mother’s reaction is very much one of “I worked tirelessly to make sure my daughter had a better life, only for it to be cut down by a mediocre man or and the hound he trained” (because Gravik is also a victim of Fury’s CIA tendencies)

The whole showing an abusive dad thing I’d say isn’t too dark for the MCU considering that Guardians of the Galaxy vol. 3 came out and that has some very gruesome and hard to watch animal cruelty stuff, so I’d say the MCU is willing to get dark with it (as I would intend to)

I feel like Secret Invasion needed more focus on Maria as a main character because I wanna truly understand what the loyalty to Nick Fury has done. I interpret that she’d be tired of the secrecy and abandonment and the selfishness of Fury and the other people she has to work with, and probably the general xenophobia and racism lobbied at the Skrulls from people who already knew about them, and how much worse it’d get, and how the Skrulls experiencing it is pretty much on Fury.

I feel like Cap is the one stable person she’s looked up to. He has blood on his hands, but he’s the closest to Maria’s moral compass in my personal opinion (because I think Maria is generally a much kinder soul despite her job because she’s seen fellow agents, Fury included, do absolutely atrocious things to innocents and refuses to stoop down to their level).

I think Maria would be someone who doesn’t need Fury by the end if she didn’t die in Secret Invasion, which is really important I think. But Marvel unfortunately fumbled big time.

Also I’m sorry if some things don’t make sense because I agree with you on a lot of this, like you’re spot on and practically reading my mind in some cases.

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fictionalstoryteller · 1 year

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How the Season 3 Antagonists from LMK Would Babysit Your Kid

Fandom: Lego Monkie Kid

Characters: Lady Bone Demon, Mystic Mayor, and Macaque

TW: unless you think scary skeleton shadow people need a trigger warning, there’s nothing but fluff here

(The list of characters this time is short, so sorry bout that! I also plan to do the celestial beings from the show next, but it’ll probably take a while so I appreciate everyone’s patience. Oh also! I’ve come to the horrific realization that these three characters don’t have a catchy group name! This must be fixed, stat! If anyone has any ideas or already knows of a group name for this trio, please let me know. Personally, I think they should be known as the ✨ Theater Kids ✨. Now that that’s out of the way please continue on reading)

Lady Bone Demon:

You’re really going to have to use your imagination for this one, because I have no clue why she’d help babysit anyone. Maybe it’s because she wants you to trust her so she can use you or something? Idk, just be creative! I believe in you 🤗

Even if LBD hated your kid she’d be determined to take care of them. If she needed to she’d just pull out her good ol’ acting skills and suffer through it silently. Especially if she’d benefit from this whole babysitting gig.

She would also be GREAT at guilt tripping people into behaving, no matter who she was talking to. All she needs is time to figure out their weakness…

Unless she’s babysitting at your house she’ll be taking your kiddo out on the town. After all, it’s not like she has a home of own to take them to (minus Spider Queen’s cave and her super secret robot hideout)

LBD probably wants to make a good impression because she needs allies, so she lets the kid take the lead for the most part. Want to eat? Well then let’s eat. Want to draw? I’ll find some crayons if you’d like. Don’t get me wrong, she isn’t a pushover. If she really needs to she’ll offer some wise words of wisdom or something to keep your kid in line. And if that doesn’t work then manipulation tactics here we come!

Despite being a villain she has noble intentions, which is why I think she’d like kids to some extent

Minus the evil plans and her controlling tendencies, she gives off a nurturing mom vibes. I’d understand if most kids latch onto that side of her

On the surface it seems like she’d do a great job, after all she wants what’s best for everyone and wouldn’t let your kiddo get away with anything they want. She’d be firm, yet kind! But if we start looking closely at her less than positive traits, you can see why she shouldn’t be around kids… she’s manipulative and controlling, which could be seen as being potential trauma inducing behaviors. I doubt she’d use these skills of hers if it wasn’t necessary, and that if she used them only once it wouldn’t leave a lasting impact on the kid, but it’s a risk I personally wouldn’t take. 6.8/10! (Also if your kid becomes a favorite of hers she’ll be sure to eliminate them first to spare them from the worlds cruelty. What a sweetheart?)

Mystic Mayor:

Unlike LBD, I can understand why he’d pick up a babysitting job. In the start of the series he was trying to appear normal after all! (But failing miserably) He probably wouldn’t even realize that it’s odd for the MAYOR of the city to have enough free time to babysit kids.

Mr. Mayor is chaos incarnate, but I can’t really see him hating kids! He’d probably get a kick out of them doing dumb or crazy stuff.

If you leave him specific guidelines to follow he’ll do everything you want him to do with a smile on his face. And if you don’t? Well he certainly isn’t stopping your kid from doing dangerous stuff because, like I said before, he’d get a kick out of it. He also would have a hard time understanding what kids aren’t allowed to do considering he’s barely grasped mortal customs.

Since the Mayor wouldn’t really know where to go, or even have a preference for that matter, he’d let your kid choose a place to hang.

Your kid will either love him for his sadistic personality, or they’ll be freaked out. Yeah he’s fun, but I can understand why some kids would be absolutely terrified of him. He gives off, “I’m smiling because I’m imagining killing everyone in this room” vibes.

On the flip side, I can also see some kids interpreting his actions as silly. They might just see him as a super happy guy! Who jokes about murder…! And never frowns… yep just totally normal human behavior :D

I love the Mayor so friggin much that it hurts me to give him a 6.3/10. But he’s just too much of a wild card! He is constantly saying creepy things without even batting an eye, which is funny until you realize he’s being 100% serious. Also, if I left my kid with him I’d always be slightly worried he’d let them do something crazy without realizing that kids are very breakable. His smiley persona makes up for some of the negatives though. 😁💙

Macaque:

Macaque has the most trauma here, don’t lie to me. BUT despite this he’ll probably be the best person to babysit compared to everyone on this list.

He’d be flattered that you trust him with something as precious as your kids, but he’s also worried he’ll screw something up. Obviously he doesn’t admit this to your face, but you can kinda tell by how much he keeps double checking to see if you’re positive this is a good idea

I’d argue that Macaque has a good track record with kids. He was a good mentor to MK before he betrayed him, and he also prioritized Bai He’s safety once LBD left her body. I mean he didn’t really seem to care that LBD was possessing Bai He at the start of the season but it’s fiiiiiine! He was busy trying not to die after all!

He also used to put up with Wukong’s madness, so it’s safe to say he’d know how to deal with energetic kids

Macaque has a dojo and a cave to babysit at, and that’s not even counting the place where he was putting on shadow plays! Point is him and your kid will have plenty of places to hang out at, which is good because Macaque wouldn’t want to be out in public for very long

As fatherly caring as he is, I don’t think he’d really know what to do to entertain the kid. He’d probably think your kid wouldn’t be very interested in shadow plays or training. Because of this he’d let them guide the activities

If your kid does end up showing an interest in theater or fighting, he’s going to be THRILLED. He wouldn’t show it, but he’d be really excited. Macaque would take this as an opportunity to show off his shadow magic, scripts, and fighting tactics. And hey, if it’s a good day for it he might even teach them something cool!

As long as you’re not an enemy of his your kid is in great hands. He might act like he doesn’t care but we all know he does, and as an added bonus he’s just fun to talk to! He does a lot of teasing, but I don’t think most kids would mind it all that much. And even if your kid isn’t interested in his hobbies, they’ll still have a good time with him. I’m sure they’d figure out something to do together.

Guys I think… I think I’m going to give him a perfect score?! I want to give him a 10/10 so badly but I just know someone’s going to remind me of something that will bump his score down… whatever, it’s my rating system! MACAQUE GETS. A 10/10! Congratulations Macaque, your the first character to get a perfect score!

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