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rose-pearls · 1 year ago

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You're losing me - Part 2

This is a part 2 to this fic! So happy that some of you liked it and I hope you enjoy reading this second part!

‘Hi leave a message after the beep, I’ll make sure to call you later!’

‘It’s Jake. I know you probably blocked my number or something but I-’, a sob can be heard on the other end of the line. ‘I just need to talk to you, please. I know I fucked up and I’m so sorry for what I did, you need to know that. You-you were in my life for just a few weeks and yet you flipped it upside down.’, the voice quivers for a moment and they release a deep sigh. ‘Every time I see kittens I think of you, every time I see a golden retriever I think of you, hell I even think of you when I see a jet taking off. I can’t get you out of my mind, it feels like I lost a part of me that night.’, shaky breaths are taken, and another sob can be heard. ‘I killed someone.’, the voice whispers barely audible. ‘Everyone was congratulating me, but I feel sick, I’m hiding in the storage closet hoping to stop seeing him appear in front of me. The only thing I can think about is when you were there for me that night and I guess I need you back with me, please call me.’, a long silence follows, shaky breaths taken before shaky words are whispered. ‘I wanted to tell you this in person but I-’

‘This message has reached his length limit. Please call the person back or end this call.’

You didn’t know how to feel, coming back to Top Gun after everything that happened but it wasn’t like you had a choice. Your Captain had quietly told you to take your things and join the secret mission, he had a somber look when telling you that, but you tried to ignore it.

The Hard Deck was still there two years later, and it seemed to still be as crowded as you looked from your car. Before you finally convinced yourself to enter the bar you saw a blue bronco stop next to yours and a man with a moustache getting out, walking towards the bar. You couldn’t help but snort at his Hawaiian shirt and moustache.

After a small pep talk you convinced yourself to get out and in the Hard Deck, who knew maybe he wasn’t there. You knew that you were kidding yourself, even Steph had been called back, they were apparently calling back the best or the best. That was the only information she had been able to get out of her dad.

The bar is loud, but you can’t hear it over your heartbeat, beating loudly in your ears and even though you take a look across the room you manage to not see your father who is looking like he has seen a ghost.

“Fire?!”, the callsign makes you look towards the pool table, and you see Phoenix in the distance looking at you with wide eyes and a bright smile.

“This must be an important mission if you’re here.”, she says and you smile in answer, bringing her into a hug.

“Good to see you too Nat.”, she smiles, and you turn around to find a group of pilots looking at you but there is one that get your attention even after two years.

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin.

He looks good, even after two years he still manages to take your breath away and make butterflies fly in your stomach, but you push them down, remembering yourself of what happened. He looks slightly taken aback and is looking at you with sad green eyes, but you ignore them, looking away.

“So, does anyone have any information?”, you try to say without your voice shaking and by some small miracle you manage.

“Not more than you do.”, the man with the moustache tells you and you look at him curiously.

“Right, you probably haven’t some of the people here before.”, Phoenix says before starting to make a tour of the room.

“And that is Bob, my new WSO!”, she says, and you smile at the shy man, he smiles back, and you know that he is probably going to be quite the competition.

“I think we’ve met before?”, you can’t help but ask Bob and he nods after a moment.

“Deployment in Nebraska.”, you think about it before smiling at the memory.

“That’s right! Cain was something.”, you say trying not to grimace but Bob chuckles and nods in agreement.

“Glad to be away from that!”, before you can say anything else you hear the music stop suddenly and see Rooster at the piano.

“Does he do that often?”, you ask Phoenix, and she lets out a sigh.

“Unfortunately, yes, but he has the talent for it.”, she shrugs her shoulders before joining the rest, but you just shake your head in amusement and leave towards the patio outside.

Someone gets thrown outside and you can’t help but smile at Penny’s rules, that woman had always fascinated you. You hear footsteps behind you, and you assume it’s Steph that has finally arrived, but you turn around to see Jake. He looks unsure, it’s a far different look from the one he had in there a minute ago, looking so cocky and arrogant. He looks so much younger when he looks at you with those sad green eyes, shoulders hunched like he is trying to hide himself.

“Hangman.”, you say after a long silence of looking at each other, unable to say his name.

“Fire.”, there is a silence that follows before Jake takes a deep breath.

“You look good.”, he says, and you smile sadly at him.

“I’m good, better than last time we saw each other.”, you whisper but Jake seems to have heard it as he flinches slightly at the words.

“I was hoping we could talk?”, he asks so quietly that you nearly didn’t hear him, but you do and you feel your heart beating faster but the hurt that comes up takes over.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”, he nods, looking dejected at the floor.

“I – I just can’t do this again.”, you whisper, and he nods in answer, still looking at the floor his hands in his pockets.

“I understand.”, he croaks out and a pained smile appears, making your heart clench painfully.

He leaves and you try not to call him back, because as much as you tried to tell yourself you didn’t care anymore you still did.

Warlock is giving his speech and you try to listen, but you are too busy trying to fight the feelings that are coming back up at the sight of Jake in his flight suit, flashbacks of soft kisses and giggles in the corners of the hallway making you grip your pen tighter.

“Captain Pete Mitchell, callsign Maverick.”, this makes you look up, feeling like someone has thrown an ice bucket over you and you silently pray it’s a joke.

Rooster tenses up next to you and you look at him, he looks back at you and you start to think that you aren’t the only one who didn’t expect this.

Your supposed father arrives in front of the class and smiles at all of you, his smile faltering slightly when it comes to you and Rooster. Jake is looking at you with worried eyes, the only one next to Steph to know your lack of relationship with the captain or your genitor.

As he throws the manual into the bin you can’t help but jump slightly, and as he tells you to suit up you take a moment to collect yourself.

“Fire.”, Jake’s voice stops you into the hallway and you look at him questioningly.

“I- are you okay?”, he asks softly, looking around to make sure no one can hear you.

“Of course, I am, why wouldn’t I be.”, you ask, trying to act like you don’t know what he is talking about, but you know that he can see right through you.

“It’s a lot, just know that I’m here.”, he says, looking hesitant at the end and you try not to let the hope blossoming in your chest getting the best of you.

“I’ll be alright but thank you.”, you say after a moment and turn around, getting in the locker-room to get into your gear.

Rooster seems to be in a tense conversation with your father and you can’t help but quickly pass by them with curious eyes. You didn’t know what was happening there, but it seemed like Rooster was pissed at you father, maybe he was another one of his children that he didn’t reach out to. The thought makes you snort quietly but you put yourself back into the right headspace while looking at your aircraft.

The first two teams are a mess, your father making a quick job of sending them back to the tarmac. Jake leaves Phoenix and Bob hanging, and you can’t help but shake your head at his antics. You would never understand why he did this, trying to be an asshole when he was far from it in reality.

“Fire and Thunder your turn.”, Maverick says, and the rest wishes you good luck, passing Phoenix, Bob and Hangman on the tarmac still doing their pushups.

“Do you see him?”, Thunder asks you and you try to look at your radar, hoping to find something but nothing.

“Nope, the man is like a ghost.”, Thunder let’s out an irritated sigh and you look at her.

“It’s probably a trick, the only way we couldn’t see him on the radar is if he was below us or above us somewhere.”, you tell her, and she rolls her eyes.

“Well, I would prefer it if he didn’t make us waste our time with a trick and got to the dog fighting part.”, before you can respond an F-18 comes up between the two of you making you move.

“Holy shit!”, you hear Thunder say and Maverick chuckles in answer.

“Your wish is my command, Thunder.”, you have just the time to see Thunder’s determined gaze to know that it’s on.

The two of you try to escape him but the old man seems to still have some tricks up his sleeves.

“We need to find a way to get him off our back.”, she tells you and you nod in response, once again avoiding him by a second.

“Let’s do the cat and mouse game.”, she nods in answer before putting herself into a weak position, Maverick seems to fall for the trick and as he puts himself in position to finish her off you fly by blocking his lock and throwing him off just in time for Thunder to pull back and get behind him.

“Shit.”, you hear him whisper and you can’t help but chuckle as Thunder manages to get tone on him.

“Maverick down.”, you say through the comm, Thunder smirking at you before going back to the carrier.

The others are looking at you with equal looks of awe and horror at what you achieved. Maverick arrives a bit after you, looking frustrated.

“Good job Lieutenant, although that was a risky move. If it had been just a second later it could have been dangerous.”, Thunder smirks at him, confidence radiating off her and she just shrugs her shoulders.

“We have been doing this since the academy sir, we knew what we were doing.”, Maverick doesn’t seem pleased but lets the conversation slide. The rest leaves and you turn to do the same thing, but Maverick stops you.

“Could we talk?”, you nod after a moment, wondering what the hell he wanted to talk about.

“You are probably wondering why I asked to talk.”, he says, looking nervous and you nod in answer.

“I – it’s been a long time since we’ve seen each other and I was wondering if everything was good between us?”, this makes you snort in answer before looking at him like he was crazy.

“A long time? You stopped reaching out after my fifth birthday and now you are asking if everything is good?”, Maverick looks at the ground ashamed, but you shake your head in disbelief.

“I know, I wasn’t really a good father, and I don’t have an excuse for it, just that there was a lot going on and I had to take care of Bradley.”, you scoff in answer at his excuse.

“You weren’t a father at all. Look, I’m 25 years old now, I don’t need a father. Went my whole life without one, don’t need one now. So why don’t we go back to how it was and let all of this go?”, Maverick looks at you with guilt and sadness in his eyes.

“If that’s what you want.”, he whispers, looking dejected but you try to calm yourself down, knowing that you would say something you would regret.

“I will see you tomorrow then, sir.”, you leave the office and run into a hard chest, green eyes looking back at you, and you are unable to stop the frustrated sigh leaving your lips.

“Are you okay?”, he asks softly.

“I am fine! Alright, just leave me alone Jake, we aren’t together anymore so stop acting like you care.”, you tell him harshly and he flinches, but you leave, feeling the anger and frustration of the talk with your father. Not seeing the heartbroken pilot that you leave behind.

The days go by and every moment in training is rough, but you manage to get through it, Jake keeps his distance like you asked and it feels like a relief but at the same time it’s painful.

His outburst against Rooster makes you look at him in another light, but even as you try to be disgusted by him you can’t help but think he did it on purpose, to push Rooster off that perch.

The only thing Maverick manages to find as a solution is a day at the beach, Thunder grumbles that you all have other things to do but you just shrug your shoulders, thinking that maybe it would do you all some good.

Everyone is already there and as you arrive you see a shirtless Jake. Now you weren’t blind, and that man was sculpted like a Greek god. There was already some sweat on his chest and it made his skin glisten in the sun making feel lightheaded at the sight of it. You try to stop looking but Jake catches you looking, and a confident smirk appears.

The dog fighting football is a mess, but you haven’t had this much fun in years. Running behind each other and trying to make the others fall, while stealing the ball. At one point you think you are going to be doing a touchdown, but someone makes you stumble, and you fall backwards, just caught in time by a smirking Jake.

“Don’t worry, your savior is here.”, you are ready to say something sarcastic in return, but he just puts you back on your feet before taking the ball out of your hands and running away making you look with wide eyes.

“Seresin! You dick!”, everyone starts laughing and you hear Jake’s distinctive laugh, making you feel warm.

“Shouldn’t have gotten distracted.”, he whispers in your ears, and you feel yourself shiver in answer, the smell of his aftershave making your head spin.

The rest of the game is chaotic, and Jake doesn’t stop teasing you, trying to get a reaction out of you.

Frankly Thunder can’t blame you for dragging that cocky pilot to a secluded place and bringing him into a heated kiss. The adrenaline of the last days, the fact that he had been touching you all day long was making you go back in time, and you just needed him. Jake certainly didn’t complain as he immediately kissed back, just as passionately, his hands roaming over your whole body. You stay like that until the two of you have to come back for air and Jake is looking at you with eyes filled with lust and something like love.

“Fuck sweetheart, if I had known that this was the way to get you near me, I would’ve gotten my shirt of sooner.”, he says with a smirk and you are ready to tell him to fuck off before he starts kissing you down your neck, biting softly into the sensitive skin and you try to hold back your moan.

“Jake, we can’t do this here.”, you whisper and he groans, still dropping kisses everywhere he can, and you card your fingers through his hair, pulling on it to make him look at you.

You both look at each other for a moment, your breaths uneven and for a moment you feel unsure.

“Is this a good idea?”, you can’t help but whisper and Jake smiles at you softly.

“Probably not but god I can’t spend another moment without you.”, he tells you and you feel breathless at the words.

“We need to talk afterwards.”, he nods, this time his eyes serious and you nod slowly.

“Good. Now one more thing, I-I haven’t done the deed before.”, you say, grimacing as you tell him that, but Jake has the opposite reaction that thought he would have. His eyes roam over your body before taking your hips and pulling you fully against him, making you gasp.

“You don’t know how much this drives me crazy.”, he says before bringing you into a heated kiss.

“I’m going to make you feel so good sweetheart, so good you will never want anything with anyone else.”, you can only moan in response as he starts kissing your neck again and this time you let yourself completely go.

The sunlight is what wakes you up, strong arms around you and you feel a soft kiss on your shoulder.

“We have an hour until we have to be on base. Thought we could talk.”, Jake says softly, and you turn around to see him looking at you with a tender smile.

“Good thinking.”, you say softly but you don’t know what to say.

“I know last night wasn’t supposed to happen, or at least not in your mind.”, this makes you nod and Jake sighs.

“I’m sorry for everything I did two years ago. I was an idiot and although I can’t take back what I did I don’t think I would take it back.”, this makes you look at him curiously.

“Because otherwise I wouldn’t have gotten to know you like I did.”, the words are raw, honesty in his eyes and you feel breathless.

“Jake-”

“I know, alright, I know. You got hurt and you probably wouldn’t trust me again but I just – I don’t think I can live without you, and I don’t want to try to continue living without you any longer.”, he tells you and you take his hand in yours.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t show you then just how much you meant to me and I’m sorry I didn’t ran after you and fell on my knees to beg you for forgiveness.”, you can’t help but smile at his words.

“You know I thought that I hated you.”, Jake flinches at the words and you squeeze his hand.

“But I guess hating you was just easier then really thinking about how I was feeling. I realized a few months later that I didn’t regret us, even when it ended the way it did. We had some good times, didn’t we?”, Jake nods in answer tears in his eyes mirroring yours.

“I think that even through all of the hurt I never stopped loving you.”, you whisper, and Jake looks at you with wide eyes, before tears roll down his cheeks. You lift up your other hand to brush them away softly.

“I love you so much, you have no idea how much.”, he whispers, and an emotional smile appears at the words.

“I think I do.”, you whisper, brushing a strand of hair back and he closes his eyes, enjoying the touch.

He opens his eyes after a moment and just looks at you before putting his forehead against yours and taking you into his arms.

There are still things to talk about, and there is a far too dangerous mission ahead of you but as Jake holds you close in the early morning you feel more at home then you have been in years.

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sunflowergirl522 · 2 years ago

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Tattoo Sleeve

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: You get called at work to pick your daughter up from school.

Word Count: 2354

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“Hello, this is Kraken Studio. How can I help you?” There’s a pause before you hear your receptionist's chair scrape against the floor. “Oh yes of course I’ll get her on the line right away.” There’s a knock against the walkway into your room at the studio and you glance up from your work briefly to find Steph standing there.

“What’s up?” You go back to tattooing your client's forearm focusing on the lines of the flowers printed on her skin.

“The school’s on the line for you. Something about Fae, they wouldn’t give me specifics.”

“Why are they calling me? Normally they call Eddie.” You stop tattooing immediately, sitting up straight and turning towards the woman in the chair. “Do you mind if I take this call real quick?”

“No go ahead.” You rush over to the front desk, anxiety filling you on what could’ve happened for them to be calling about your daughter.

“Hello?”

“Is this Mrs. Munson?”

“This is she.”

“We need you to come get Fae from school.”

“Okay, I’ll be right on my way.” And after making sure your current client was okay with sitting there while you go grab Fae you were off.

“You should’ve called my dad.” Fae says in a sing-song voice from her seat in the office. She swings her feet as she leans forward to look at her principal after the phone call ends.

“Your father would’ve been upset with us for calling him for this like he was last time. Your mom will at least hopefully prevent something like this from happening again.” Fae just shrugs and looks back towards the wall knowing you’re going to be even more pissed, a word she knows thanks to your foul temper, that they called you to pick her up than her dad would’ve been.

You get to the school in no time at all, the drive from your shop only being a few minutes and you rush in without throwing on a jacket like you normally would’ve to keep some sort of professionalism during parent teacher conferences or other school events that Eddie couldn’t make it to so you had to fill in. He was the school parent because you hated it and the parents of other children more than he did. Besides you worked a lot, at least that was one of the original excuses you had when the topic first came up.

You burst into the office not knowing if your kid was sick or hurt and full of worry over it. You scan the room, eyes landing on Fae sitting in the corner, a big smile carving into her face as she spots you. You miss the way the secretary and the principal’s eyes bulge when they see all the ink on the skin your tank top is showing in your rush to her side.

“Hey baby, are you okay? Do you feel sick? You’re not warm or anything.” You move your hand from her forehead and search her face for signs of distress.

“Hi mama.” She just keeps smiling at you and when she moves her arms you spot the colors on her left one and chuckle.

“Did dad give you tattoos again?” She nods and you kiss the top of her head before standing and walking up to the desk to figure out what’s going on and start signing her out. “So what’s going on, why do I need to take her home? Did she hit someone again?” She had gotten your temper and willingness to fight in the gene pool, it was something you and Eddie were working on with her.

“She refuses to wash off the temporary tattoos and she can’t be here with that many.”

“What?” Your face scrunches up in the middle of signing your name. “So she has to go home because of a fake tattoo sleeve?” There’s annoyance thick as honey in your voice and the principal, a bitch that you can never remember the name of, nods. “Why, it’s fake!”

“Ma’am she can’t show up to school like that.”

“Why not? She’s not hurting anyone with it.” It takes everything in you to not start cursing at her. If you let your temper out now in front of Fae it’ll just backtrack all the progress you’ve made with her own.

“It’s been a distraction and is leaving a bad influence on the other children.” The pencil you’re holding snaps in your hand causing the two women in front of you to flinch. Fae just gets up and starts moving towards the door knowing it won’t last much longer.

“Bad influence?! They’re all seven and the tattoos are fake! She’s not doing any harm by having them and even if other kids start wanting fake tattoos because of it then I don’t see what the issue is.”

“Parents have been complaining about-”

“I don’t give a rat's ass about the other parents! Come on Fae you can come hang out in the parlor with me until your dad gets off.” You gently take the backpack from her hands on your way out the door and swing it around your shoulder so you can take her hand in yours. Once you’re out by the car you put the bag in the back seat but crouch down before Fae can climb in.

“Fae sweetheart mama’s temper came out a little bit back there what do we say when that happens?”

“It’s okay to be angry but not okay to break stuff and cuss because of it.” You nod and bring her into your arms for a hug. “Do we need to go to your calm space mama?” She places both of her little hands on either side of your face and pulls back to meet your eyes.

“No baby, you’re my calm place so I’m already there.” You boop her nose, getting a laugh out of her. “Now let's get a move on, these fu-they called me in the middle of an appointment and I told her I’d be back soon.” You cut yourself off from swearing in front of her again as she gets into the car excited to be going to work with you.

“Hello?” Eddie answers the phone with a cigarette between his lips after getting handed it unexpectedly.

“Hi daddy!” He smiles wide as he hears his daughter's voice come through the line.

“Hey Princess! You’re not in school, are you?”

“Nope. I’m with mama at work.” “Shit, they send you home for the sleeve again?” He didn’t wait for a response before continuing knowing what the answer would be. “We in trouble with mom?”

“No but she had a temper tantrum.”

“Did she now?” His voice is teasing and he lets out a quiet laugh as he faintly hears you in the background telling her not to snitch. “I’ll be done in the next hour or so alright? Ask mom if she wants Chinese again or if she wants McDonalds.”

“McDonalds!”

“You didn’t even ask missy, but if that’s what you want then that’s what you’ll get. Bye Sweetheart gotta get back to work.”

“Bye!”

The bell rings above Eddie’s head as he walks into your tattoo parlor, a happy meal in one hand and a regular to-go bag in the other. He smiles with a nod in greeting to Steph raising his pinky and ring finger in a half wave. He can hear Fae talking to you and the hum of your gun from the next room and his smile only grows.

“Food delivery!” He leans against the door frame holding both hands up to display the bag and box. A smile splits across your face from where you’re focused on the crown you’re inking onto Steve’s chest at the sound of his voice. “Fancy seeing you here Harrington.”

“Daddy!” Fae rushes up to him and he immediately hoists her into his arms, a feat not easily done with the food in his hands, before making his way over to your seat.

“Yeah, hi Eddie.” He cringes as you shade it in some more and you take that as your cue to take a break and greet your husband.

“Hey Sweetheart.” He swoops down for a kiss while Fae half giggles at how it jostles her and half fake gags at seeing it happen in front of her.

“Hi baby. Can you just put the food on the table by the couch I’ll eat once I finish Steve up.” You turn your attention back to his tattoo and start shading again.

“Course.” He nods and heads over. You didn’t have to tell him that though, it’s what he always did when you were still with a client when he arrived.

Him bringing you food has been the norm since you opened the place up a few years ago after Fae was old enough to start school. He’d bring you food when he got off of work at the auto shop knowing you probably haven’t eaten anything since breakfast with Fae in the mornings before school. Then he’d eat with you and hang around until it was time for him to pick up Fae from school and then he’d bring her right back to the parlor until your last client was done and you’d all go home together. It was a daily occurrence really.

“So the school called you instead of me this time?” Eddie asks as he helps Fae open up her box and get her nuggets out.

“This time?” He freezes like a deer in headlights realizing his mistake. At his silence you straighten up and turn to face him making sure to move the gun away from Steve so you don’t accidentally mess up the shading or press too hard while you look away. “What do you mean this time?”

“Now darling, honeybunny, stay calm. You don’t want to have another outburst in front of our little fairy now do you?” He puts his hands up like he would if Hopper had caught him doing something he shouldn’t have.

“Edward Joseph Munson, you better explain yourself right now.”

“So you know those days where I came with food and Fae and I claimed to have just picked her up early because I missed her?” You nod running your tongue over your teeth as you glare at the man you love. “Well I did miss her, that wasn’t a lie because I miss her and you when we’re all apart,” his words do the trick to soften you up just like he wanted them to, “but I only picked her up because they called me about her sweet tatties.”

“So this isn’t the first time she’s been sent home because of temporary tattoos?” You spit the last two words out like they’re offending you.

“No, though technically the first time it wasn’t because of the tattoo itself but because she kept claiming that it was real and that she was going to get more. We’ve slowly just been adding more fake ones on her body the more she’s sent home, she wanted a sleeve this time though instead of just having them scattered.” It’s silent for a beat with you staring at Eddie letting his words soak in. “They probably called you because everytime they call me it doesn’t actually solve the problem and you never go in there ink on display so how would they know you would get so mad. Why did you anyway?”

“First they call me in the middle of an appointment and then when I get there you know what they said to me? That Fae is a fucking bad influence on the other children because she wears fake tattoos.”

“Hey language, she's right there.” Your glare shoots towards Steve and he shrinks back into the seat looking towards the wall while Eddie cringes at the fact that he spoke at all. “Right, shutting up now.”

“Fae can you do earmuffs please?” She nods and covers her ears with her hands after shoving a nugget in her mouth. “And to top it all off apparently some cunt parents are fucking complaining for who knows what goddamn reason. I didn’t let her bitch of a principal finish the sentence she was about to say about them. I bet one of them is that little miss priss Angelina who’s always looking at you like you killed her fucking dog.”

“Hey, woah easy sweetheart.” Eddie’s voice is barely above a whisper as he moves to stand in front of you, his hands going to your shoulders to soothingly rub up and down but you immediately latch onto the comforting sound of it. Eddie’s taken on the role of calming you down when you get worked up time and time again so the minute the tone he only uses for it reaches your ears your shoulders sag and the fire behind your eyes starts to go out.

He’s been calming you down since you transferred to Hawkins your senior year of high school and became friends with him. The first time was after you just turned around and punched one of the girls on the cheerleading team for calling him a piece of shit or something, he hadn’t even been paying enough attention to know what she said he had gotten used to comments being thrown behind his back after all the Vecna stuff happened. It had been the first time you encountered it though and it immediately set you off.

“Who cares about what other parents think? And I’m sure you told Ms. Croslin exactly how much you don’t care, yeah?” You huff and nod at him. “There’s nothing else we can do and they can’t exactly do anything rash like suspend her just because she wears temporary tattoos. So, why don’t you finish Stevie’s tat and eat before you get hangry.”

“Okay, yeah you’re right. Steve’s my last client of the day anyway so I’ll clean up after we eat and we can head home.”

The next day Fae goes in with two temporary tattoo sleeves and the school doesn’t bother to call either of you.

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bella-rose29 · 9 months ago

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Deck the Halls (and not your partner) - part 10

gingerbread competition (part 2)

Word count: 4.3k

Warnings: SOMEONE GETS BITCH-SLAPPED, swearing, references to body image issues, references to eating disorders (very vague but still), uhh idk if there's anything else tbh

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(the second photo will make sense when you get to the end I promise)

“There’s forty-five minutes left on the timer!” Ben called, making sure that everyone in both the kitchen and the adjoining dining room could hear him.

Shrieks of joy and muttered curses split the air, covering up the music they had playing softly in the background, but Y/n and her Gramps remained mostly silent. Both were working hard to decorate and join together the many pieces of gingerbread they had laid out before them (which they had managed to put in the fridge for a little while to cool them down so that the icing didn’t melt), and currently Y/n was holding the walls of their building together as her Gramps glued them with icing. “There,” he said as he pulled the piping bag away, sitting back slightly after being hunched in his chair in concentration. “Right. Let’s put the roof on next, and then you can start doing all that fancy decorating you normally do.”

She could feel Steph watching her while she worked, a smug smile visible on her cousin’s face even out of the corner of Y/n’s eye, but she paid her no mind. Whatever happened, she wouldn’t get the better of Y/n and Anthony, and she had to hope that her family sided with the two of them and not Steph. Besides, she and her Gramps had to win this competition, just so that she could hold it over Anthony’s head for the rest of their lives, and that required total concentration.

Unfortunately, if she so much as glanced directly in front of her, she was met with the sight of his hands.

He was holding a piping bag like her Gramps was, tracing the lines of the gingerbread that he and Nana Jean had baked and were now bringing together, and she had a sneaking suspicion that he had sat opposite her deliberately because he now knew how much she looked at his hands. She flushed at the memory of him leaning down to whisper in her ear not too long ago, and cleared her throat as she returned her attention to her own gingerbread.

“OI!” Sam shouted from the kitchen, making her startle and nearly drop the pieces of gingerbread she was holding. Y/n whipped her head up to see Will cackling at the icing that now covered their brother’s face. “IT’S MEANT TO GO ON THE GINGERBREAD, YOU IDIOT!” Y/n’s mother intervened before Sam could chuck the dry icing sugar at Will in retaliation, and Y/n shook her head with a chuckle. She heard Anthony huff a laugh from his position across the table, and she looked up in time to meet his gaze. His smile was blinding, to the point she wanted to ask if she could borrow his sunglasses, and she realised that she could watch him smile all day and not get bored. Before she would have scoffed and told him to stop being so painfully fake, but there was nothing but true happiness in this smile. Normally his real smiles were small; the opposite of the ones he gave clients, because he was attempting to be somebody they could trust.

“What?” he asked, voice quiet but filled with amusement.

“Nothing,” she shrugged. “You just look happy, is all.” His resulting blush made her stomach flip.

“Oh.”

“You are so red right now, I hope you know that,” she mused, turning back to her gingerbread. Her Gramps had put the roof on, and it was safe enough to let go.

“Funnily enough I can feel how warm my face is, but thank you for pointing it out, Schmoopie.”

“Anthony.” Her tone held a warning.

“Sorry.”

“What did I say about calling me Schmoopie?”

“Sorry.”

She was smiling regardless.

~~~

“Ten minutes!”

Anthony wasn’t sure who had called the time, but Nana Jean didn’t seem to even notice. She was clearly on a mission, decorating the gingerbread house with pure concentration and very steady hands, and although he couldn’t actually see Y/n’s design (she’d put up some sort of makeshift wall a little while ago, claiming she didn’t want any cheating. Anthony thought it was more because she couldn’t stop looking at his hands) he had a good feeling that she wouldn’t be winning. He hadn’t been lying when he’d talked about his skills in the kitchen (even if it had come out sounding more like he was talking about his skills in the bedroom), and Jean had complemented his icing multiple times, making him feel warm inside.

Steph passed behind him and he tensed, waiting for her to attack in some way, but she kept on walking and he let out a shaky breath. He wasn’t scared exactly, but knowing that in a very short amount of time everybody in the house would know that he and Y/n had been lying to their faces was making his heart beat a little faster. When Nana Jean smiled at him again after he finished decorating another section of the house he realised that he wasn’t scared that they would find out, but more that he would lose the family he had made here. He wasn’t sure if he would be able to handle them reacting negatively and wanting him out of their house and lives, and while he would have Y/n and his friends back in London he would always feel something missing when he thought about this place.

“Alright, nearly done now. Those losers won’t know what’s hit them!” Nana Jean whispered gleefully, triumph already shining in her eyes. Anthony chuckled, readjusting the piping bag in his grip and holding back a snort when he caught Y/n staring again. “She really cares about you, you know.” He looked back at Jean, surprise clear on his face at the change in her tone. “I’ve not seen her this happy since she was a little girl, back before she went to London and saw the world for what it was.” He blushed again for the millionth time that day at Jean’s words, and she laid a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Thank you. For bringing my granddaughter back to me.” He went to answer, but emotion made speaking difficult. God, he really hoped that Jean took Steph’s news well.

“I’d do anything to see her happy,” he choked out in the end, doing his best to not sound too strained. Knowing how differently she acted around her family compared to how she acted back at Portland Row, he realised that Jean could see it too. Steph and Linda had royally fucked with Y/n’s head, and here was her grandmother telling Anthony that he was undoing their cruelty and being her saving grace.

If either of them tried anything when Steph broke the news, he knew that he would not hesitate to drag them through the dirt for what they’d done to the girl he loved.

~~~

“Five! Four! Three! Two! One! Time is up! Everybody step away from your gingerbread!” Ben shouted, looking up from his watch. He and Olivia would judge the creations, and crown the winners for the year. So far Y/n and Will had the winning streak of five years in a row, but now they were on separate teams the title was free for anyone to take.

Well, not anyone. Steph and Linda had barely bothered with theirs, and most of it was still dough since they’d mixed the wrong proportions of ingredients and had refused to get their hands dirty. Looking around at her competition, Y/n felt confident that her and her Gramps’ house would win, even if she couldn’t actually see Nana Jean and Anthony’s because of the partition she had put up.

Her sister and father went around the room, tasting different gingerbread pieces and writing notes in their little notebooks, doing their best to remain neutral. They struggled when they got to Steph and Linda’s house though, and Olivia outright refused to even touch their uncooked gingerbread.

“Anthony and Nana Jean, this looks incredible!” Y/n’s father said as he approached their end of the table. Nana Jean snuck a smug look towards Y/n’s Gramps, and he just smiled in response, taking the barrier away so that the two of them could see what their respective partners had made.

She had to hand it to them, they’d done an excellent job.

It was a classic cottage-style house, complete with tiled roof icing patterns and carefully placed sweets acting as decoration, and given that Anthony had done most of the icing (and she’d seen his drawings on the thinking cloth) it was surprisingly neat. Now it was his turn to send a smirk in her direction, and Y/n was entirely professional and mature in her response and stuck her middle finger up at him.

Her father and Olivia tested the gingerbread, then scribbled down some notes in their books (Y/n was sure she could make out multiple exclamation points in her dad’s notes), and suddenly she could feel her heart beating much faster in her chest. Nana Jean was known for her gingerbread recipe and how good it was, and Y/n and her Gramps would have to beat them on presentation if they wanted to win. She wasn’t sure they would pull it off given how neat and generally amazing Anthony and Nana Jean’s house looked, and she swallowed thickly.

Ben and Olivia rounded the end of the table to stand on Y/n’s left, and she wiped her sweaty hands on her trousers. Her Gramps didn’t look worried in the slightest, and when Nana Jean peered over the table to get a look at what her opponents had done he let out a chuckle.

“Is that… is that our house?” Olivia asked as she stared at the creation. It had taken a lot of careful measuring from her Gramps, and then more measuring after the gingerbread had been baked, and then a lot of careful glueing and decorating, but the two of them had made a near exact replica of the house they were currently all stood in.

“Uh… yeah. We thought it would be nice to do, you know?” Y/n replied, glancing back at her Gramps. He was too busy wriggling his eyebrows at Nana Jean in triumph to notice.

“Well it looks perfect, love,” her dad said, and he quickly wrote something down in his book. Olivia nodded in agreement and clicked her pen to scribble down her thoughts, and then they were taking up the pieces of gingerbread that were separate from the main house to try it. Y/n held her breath, and beside her she felt her Gramps tense for the first time since the judging started. “Tastes perfect, too,” her father grinned, finishing the piece off and writing up the rest of his notes.

“Holy shi-”

“Language, Olivia,” her mother warned.

“Sorry, it’s just really good gingerbread.”

“So,” Linda piped up, “when do we find out who won? I’d like to go and sit down somewhere… clean, if you don’t mind.”

“Liv and I will have a chat while you guys clear up in here, and we’ll see you in the living room when you’re done?”

“Sounds good!” Steph exclaimed, and everybody looked at her in confusion at her chipper tone. She was already moving to tidy up, and Emma frowned at her niece’s actions. “Come on, we need to know the results!”

“Okay… but you know that you definitely haven’t won, right?” John said, staring at Steph while she moved over to the sink to start washing up.

“Oh, I know! It’s just that I’ve remembered something I wanted to tell everyone, but I thought it would be better to do it after the winner is announced!” Y/n felt her heart skip a beat or two in her chest, and she locked eyes with Anthony.

“Right… well, okay,” Emma said, and she started putting things in the dishwasher. “You two go and discuss then; we’ll tidy up.”

~~~

It took them seventeen minutes and thirty-two seconds to clear up, and Y/n knew that because she was checking her watch every ten seconds or so to find out how long they had until Steph fucked everything up.

Anthony came and walked next to her as they headed into the living room, and his hand brushed over her back gently in reassurance. “We’ll be alright, darling. The snow’s melting anyway, so it shouldn’t be too long until we can go home if it all goes wrong. Not that it will, I don’t think. Nobody likes Steph and everybody loves us, so we’ll be alright, yeah?”

“Yeah. Yeah, okay. Ugh, I hate this. I just wish she’d do it now and get it over with.”

“I need to be crowned winner first, darling,” he teased, sitting down on their loveseat. Y/n made sure to not bother with being careful about crushing him when she sat down on top of him, and snorted at the groan he let out when she did so.

“Aw, Schmoopie, it’s adorable that you think you’ve beaten me.” She reached back and pinched his cheek, laughing when he glared at her.

“Right!” Ben declared, moving into the centre of the room. Olivia held the plastic crowns that they had bought from a cheap fancy dress shop years ago, back when the competition had first started. They had to be put back in the fancy dress box when the day was over, but the winners got bragging rights for a year. “In third place!” They didn’t bother with placing everyone since nobody really cared much about that, and Y/n saw her family all sit up a little bit more in their seats while they waited to hear who had placed where. “Drum roll please… Will and Sam! Although they did end up with considerably more gingerbread mix on them than everyone else, their design of St. Paul’s Cathedral was ambitious and mostly executed!” Y/n thought that was a generous description of the gingerbread building that her brothers had made, given it had fallen over after about three minutes.

“It was a very close call between first and second place, with our two teams being Anthony and Nana Jean, and Y/n and Richard!” Olivia chimed in, and Y/n felt Anthony tense behind her. She shared a look with her Gramps, and he gave her a nod that said ‘we’ve won, I know it’.

“In first place, and taking the crown for this year’s gingerbread competition,” Ben said, his voice a little quieter so that everybody had to lean in to hear him. “Can I get another drum roll, please?” Everyone obliged, even Steph and Linda (although the latter did roll her eyes and pretended to gag), and Y/n could have sworn that nobody was breathing. “Y/n and Richard! Congratulations, you two!”

She took a moment to process her father’s words, and then another moment to process her sister handing over the plastic crown, and then a third moment to process Anthony groaning in frustration behind her.

Then she promptly turned around to face her boyfriend, pointed in his face, and said “HAHA!”

“Yeah, yeah. Alright, darling. You win.” He didn’t look too cut up about it, a soft smile gracing his features, and Y/n planted a quick kiss on his lips. “I think your Gramps is more smug than you are, to be honest.” She looked behind her at her grandparents just in time to see her Gramps get up and start doing some sort of victory dance. Nana Jean had her head in her hands, but Y/n knew she was smiling beneath it.

“Oh yeah, Steph?” Sam spoke up once the crowns were situated on the winners’ heads and people had calmed down a little. “What did you wanna tell everyone?”

“Yes! Well, I think I should first of all give Anthony and Y/n a chance to explain first, unless they would rather I did it?” Steph’s smile was sharp, and there was an icy fire dancing in her eyes. Y/n froze under the weight of it, and suddenly breathing was hard. Anthony slipped his arms further around her waist, and before she could even begin to think of what to say, he was talking for her.

“I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about, Steph,” he said, perfectly falling into the role he needed to play. He tilted his head slightly in mock confusion, and Steph’s smile only grew.

“What’s going on?” Will asked, chewing on a piece of gingerbread he’d nabbed from the kitchen. “What’s it got to do with them?” He cast a glance towards them, and Y/n knew that if nothing else she’d have him on her side. He already knew about what Steph was going to say anyway, and he’d given his full support.

“They faked the whole relationship!” Steph exclaimed, spreading her arms out as she laughed. She was met with silence while people took in her words, and then Emma laughed herself. “I can prove it!”

“Oh, Steph, you don’t need to!” Emma chuckled. “We know.”

“Wait what?” Y/n said, sitting up straight in shock.

“It was very painfully obvious that you two can’t stand each other,” her mother continued. “Although something must have happened at some point, because the weird tension is gone.” Y/n’s mouth was hanging open, and she looked around at her gathered family. Steph’s eyes were practically bulging out of her head.

“Did… did all of you know?!” Scattered nods and murmured agreements were given in reply. “Why did nobody say anything?!”

“Because it was funny to watch you try to fool everyone and fail!” Steph cried, still trying to have the advantage.

“No,” Nana Jean said, her tone harsh. “It’s because we didn’t want to make it awkward. I mean, you brought your boss to your family’s christmas gathering to play the role of the boyfriend, and if we’d told you we had that figured out after the first day, then what would we have done?!”

“Hang on, the first day?!”

“It was rather obvious, love,” her Gramps added on with a shrug. “You looked downright murderous when you looked at him. Emma’s right though, something did change.”

“Yeah, they made out,” Will said, not looking up from where he sat in the corner eating. Somehow he’d found more food, and when everybody stared at him he finally glanced up. “What? Y/n/n came and told me all about it!”

“Not all about it, Will! I told you the vague outline of what had happened! And if you knew since the first day then why the hell did you act so confused?!”

“Oh, I genuinely didn’t know.”

“Oh. Right.”

“Nah, it’s alright.” Anthony hadn’t said a word the whole time, and for a moment Y/n was worried he’d passed away from embarrassment or something.

“Why is nobody laughing about this?!” Steph shouted, growing crazed. “Y/n couldn’t get a boyfriend so she had to force someone to pretend?! I mean,” she scoffed, “it’s ridiculous, and it’s sad! She’s too fucking fat and ugly to get a real one, and-”

“That is enough, Stephanie.” Anthony’s hands started moving Y/n off of his lap, and then he was standing up and glaring at her cousin with more hatred than Y/n had ever seen in his eyes before. “I have repeatedly told you that Y/n is better than you, and that you are a horrible person, and if I am never allowed back here because of this then so be it, but you do not get to continue your behaviour. I don’t know how many more times I can tell you to stop bullying Y/n before it finally gets through your thick skull, but you need to stop. She’s a completely different person around you because you make her feel awful and like she’s not good enough, and I am sick of it, because she doesn’t deserve it! You are the one who is being ridiculous and sad, because you can’t get over yourself and see that nobody cares!” His chest was heaving by the time he finished, and he’d been gesturing wildly as he spoke. Y/n couldn’t help but feel a burst of pride at how quickly he’d jumped to defend her.

“It’s not my fault!” Steph tried, but she was cut off before she could continue.

“What’s not your fault?” Y/n said, standing up and moving next to Anthony. “What’s not your fault, Steph? Because Ant’s right. I am a different person around you, because you make me feel like I’m not enough. Like I’m not pretty enough, or skinny enough, or just enough in general, and I end up starving myself to stop you talking crap about me whenever I come here!” She tried to ignore the weight of her family’s gazes as she carried on, knowing she had never outright mentioned any of this before. She doubted any of them had noticed what had been happening right under their noses. “I hate seeing you, Steph, because I know that I’m just going to end up crying myself to sleep or locking myself in the bathroom because of what you say, or how you look at me when I put just a little too much food on my plate, which, actually, isn’t that much food! It’s a normal amount for a person to eat to be healthy! And Ant’s right when he says that you’re the one being ridiculous and sad, because you are. I am done acting differently because you think I’m not good enough, and I am done crying over you, because you are not worth a single tear I have.” Despite her words, she could feel her throat closing up with emotion and tears threatening to fall, but that wasn’t because of Steph. It was more to do with the fact that she had finally stood up for herself and pushed back the way she should have done years ago. Anthony put his arm around her waist, bringing her into his side, and Steph was eerily quiet.

“You bitch.”

Y/n scoffed. “For telling you the truth? Sure. I’m the bitch in this situation.” Steph launched herself at Y/n then, and if she hadn’t trained as an agent to have lightning-fast reflexes she would have been punched in the jaw.

As it was, she and Anthony split, stepping to the side so that Steph fell face first into the carpet.

“I hate you!” she screamed, pushing herself up. Before she could even try another attack, a resounding crack echoed around the room, and then Steph was holding her cheek in shock as she stared at Y/n. “You hit me,” she said incredulously. Y/n’s hand stung slightly, but it was worth it.

“Yes, I did. Well done for noticing.” Anthony huffed a laugh beside her, and he had to cover his mouth with his hand to stop the rest of his amusement escaping. Emma stepped forward, her face the picture of rage and fury.

“Linda, I think this is the perfect time to tell you that I don’t particularly enjoy having you around, and your daughter is an awful person. If I ever find either of you talking crap about either Y/n or me, as you so love to do, Linda, then I will personally kick you into the next century. I’d like you to go and pack your things, and you can find a place to stay in town.”

“You… you hit my daughter,” Linda said, staring at Y/n.

“She’s twenty, Linda. I think she can take it.” Anthony really couldn’t hold in his laugh at Y/n’s words, and he squeezed his eyes shut and hung his head, pressing his lips tightly together behind the hand that he’d had to put back over his mouth.

“We’ll be glad to go,” Linda started, casting a disdainful look at her sister. “At least in a hotel we’ll be appreciated!” Y/n highly doubted that anywhere would appreciate having Steph and Linda, but if it meant that the two of them weren’t near her then she wouldn’t complain.

“Good. Off you go, and pack your bags. I want you gone by mid-morning tomorrow.”

Linda and Steph fled the living room, the latter still clutching at her cheek, and their footsteps could be heard as they stomped upstairs. A door slammed, and then a second, and then there was silence.

“Now. I don’t know… I don’t know what the correct response is to all of this is,” Emma said, her voice softening as she turned back to Anthony and Y/n. “But Anthony, I hope you know we’re not mad at you. Either of you, actually. Steph was awful, she has been for years, and I’m sorry that I never did anything before now.”

“It’s okay, Mum-”

“No, it’s not. I’m your mother and I wasn’t doing my job properly. Mostly I’m just glad that you and Anthony have each other,” she smiled. Y/n looked up at her boyfriend and smiled too, feeling her face heat up when he brought his arm around her torso again and pressed a small kiss to her temple.

“You’re really not upset that I faked a relationship with my boss and lied to all of you?”

“Nope,” Will piped up from the corner, somehow still finding food to eat even though he hadn’t moved. “It’s been a great source of entertainment, actually. Especially since I know now that you didn’t like each other all the times we made you kiss.”

“Will, I don’t think that’s really something to be proud of,” Ben said, glancing at his son.

“It’s funny though,” he shrugged, wiping up the remains of whatever had been in the bowl he was eating out of. “Anyway, now that you’re actually together, it doesn’t matter, does it?”

“I guess not,” Y/n said, and Anthony’s grip on her waist tightened for a moment. She could feel him smiling into her hair.

“Well, that’s all sorted then!” Nana Jean exclaimed, clapping her hands together once and standing up. “Who wants tea?”

part 11

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brucewaynehater101 · 3 months ago

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HELLO LOVE <3333 kissing all ur posts on the head I'm loving loving the things u do on here !!! WOAHS !!! LIKE U ARE SO CREATIVE AND COOL bringing u silly flowers !!! Getting u a silly bouquet bouquet

:0 actually, I also wanted to hear what make you like Tim !!! What specifically makes him tick for you, what nuances you'd like people to understand about him and his story etc etc !!! I love hearing ppls interpretations (esp since I... myself am not particularly fond of him ;-; but !!!! I do do want to understand what makes people love him) so if you wouldn't mind :D that'd be swell to hear !!!! THANK U DEAR

You're so sweet, my lords. Thank you ^^ I appreciate the bouquet 💐

Also, I completely understand why some people don't like Tim. His 90's era chaotic self is fantastic, but also a bit misogynistic. DC also likes to throw him in every comic that has a Robin in it and try to smother him back into that role. I haven't seen this happening, but I've also heard that Tim fans can be assholes.

So yes. I 100% understand why some folk aren't the hugest fans.

Tim, for me, though, is so dear. Few reasons why:

His story is so fucking sad, my lords

His attitude is hilarious

He's badass and chaotic

He reminds me too much of my younger self

All the Bats are tragic. Ain't a single one who isn't. I typically like BAMF tragic characters.

Tim's story as Robin is fucking devastating. Hit after hit after hit he takes. Yet, he keeps going. I would not have survived what he did.

All the other batkids have sad stories, hilarious wit, are badass, and cause chaos. They share those wonderful qualities with Tim.

I also just really love how Tim's relationship with Bruce is different during his initial years as Robin (with only Steph and Duke being comparable). He wasn't Bruce's kid first. Tim didn't want nor need a parent. He also felt like he had to help Bruce (when a kid shouldn't be taking care of adults. Parentification sucks ass).

Tim became Robin for Bruce. The other Robins became Robin for themselves (which isn't bad! It's actually really rad how Robin helped them [and cursed them but whatever]).

Just... Tim didn't want to be Robin initially, and that strikes a chord. Then there's him working his ass off for that mantle. He's a little shit, but he's Tim.

There's also how YJ is treated by the other heroes.

There's Tim living in Jason and Dick's shadow.

It's the likeness to my younger self that really hits home.

If you don't want any personal details, the bottom line is that a lot of his history/characterization hits home.

Now... Tim is dear to me due to how much he resembles my younger self. I love Jason as well due to him representing more of my older self. However, Tim's thought processes are closer to mine. I also tend not to get angry often.

For history, my parents consistently chose work and alcohol over family. I had to take care of them. I often played mediator, family clown, or scapegoat (which is why I also relate to Jason [I go feral at those horrendous lines Bruce says to him. Have your parents ever stated regret for how they raised you? Have they ever hurt you and demanded you thank them? Fucking hell, Jason. I may not have died, but your relationship with Bruce is killing me]). I was considered "gifted" or smart in comparison to my siblings, despite them being extremely intelligent (they were in honor classes as well). I'm the middle kid, but I emotionally took care of my younger sibling after I turned fifteen (even though we used to get into horrendous fights).

Anyways, Tim has a pathetic mess of a background, but he's badass as well. He's self-sufficient because he had to be, and he's good at it.

I like smart characters that outwit their opponent. I like seeing Tim win.

#thank you for the ask!!!!#i have no clue how to properly state the reason why #this is my attempt #sorry it got so sad!#i love tim because he's so sad but yet so chaotic lmao

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batfambrainrotbeloved · 7 months ago

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How to Writing multiple characters in a scene!!

Writing tips w/ Sunny (part 1, because I ramble and im positive ill end up doing this again if people want or for my own satisfaction)

This is just my methodology put in a way I think makes sense, if this doesnt apply to you thats okay everyone has different stradegies that work for them <33

SO lets begin.

"Rules" of writing multi character scenes + arcs, (First half is how to add them into a scene, second half is maintaining and not letting them vanish)

AHEM- Well there are four ways to place a character in a scene

Narration POV Aka the protagonist, this is the perspective ever present unless you CLARIFY the story is now through the lens of another character (Take for example my fic, while I play with multiple perspectives- a bulk is from Tims POV)

Secondary POV This is the character that DIRECTLY interacts with the narrator aka their "first point of contact" so to speak, they ground the narrator in the scene as not alone and is actually interacting with other people. (This DOES NOT have to be a speaking role, it can be purely observational if need be- but its the character that gets the most attention via the narrators perspective SIDE NOTE- THIS CAN SWITCH AS WELL)

Interactive POV Now we get to the "filling"- since Secondary doesn't need a direct tie to the narrator, you can have another character interact with the secondary character. But since they are not the focus of the scene its good to have a REASON they "Enter" or else if you spend so long giving the narrators perspective on #2 then you risk having someone "Materialize" in thin air. (This isnt really a concern unless you wait too long into the scene to go "Oh this guy exists-" you have time as you paint the reader a picture of the new enviornment/scene)

Enviorment POV Last but most certainly not least (and the one i've seen people struggle with the most) is the character that is PRESENT A N D NAMED- But serves no plot importance/relevance (to the narrator) during the opening part of the scene.

To put in better perspective- think of being in a room, The Narrator is you observing your surroundings (depending on POV style how "into the mind" of the narrator we go)

Secondary is the person you focus on, you hear their conversation, see their body language, expression, clothing, etc. They are the personal "focus" (there can be multiple as well)

Interactive is people SURROUNDING the focus, those who still play a semi active and visible role. They can either be within your line of sight interacting with the enviorment or speaking to a secondary/narrator character.

Enviorment is the person in the back of class that you know, but don't really register unless they do/say something- but you are still AWARE of their presence. CAREFUL NOT TO INTRODUCE THEM TOO LATE, OR ELSE YOU HAVE THE "MATERIALIZE" PROBLEM AGAIN

Now into a scene(aka recycling an old one)

Tim starred ahead silently from his side of the couch, watching Jason fidget with the soda tab on his shitty off brand Doctor Pepper he always insisted on getting. Around and around over and over, it was giving him second hand anxiety.

Thankfully they weren't forced to stay in the moment as Dick leaned over and pressed his shoulder into Jasons with a beaming smile "Oh come on it'll be fun"!

"Says you golden boy" Steph teased, half hanging off her chair and a foot almost knocking over Cass chip bag, only stopped by the fact Duke snatched it and moved it further along the table.

Well at least Damian seemed to be reacting rationally, seeming intent on slouching in on himself the more Dick tried to pull him and Jason together into a "group hug". It was a wonder his arms could even reach that far- even more so that they were still intact.

But Jason, like the rest of them, was weak to Dicks puppy dog eyes. Tim saw the moment he gave up a losing battle and his shoulders slumped in defeat, though his scowl ever present. "If I say yes will you fuck off"

"Ah ah language, we have children here"! Dick gasped, placing his ears on Damians ears which only earned him a snarl in return.

"I don't think Damian counts as a kid- and I just turned 16 which is basically an adult" Duke tried to defend, but his 'fierce glare' had less effect with his hand stuck in a bag of gummy worms.

Tim huffed- if Dick kept it up, they would end up with "family night", and he doubted all of them would come back alive.

(END SCENE)

Now to break down- Tim was of course the "Narrator" perspective that was viewing the scene, we get his insight even while not directly interacting with the characters just by his description tone.

Jason was of course the main "Secondary"character (though Dick was a mix as well) where the scene introduced by Tims perpective and tone by someone else in the enviornment.

Then you have Dick who is a perfect mix of Interactive character (how he entered the scene via movement, placing himself in perspective to the established other two) while shifting to have the most "scene impact" whilst still not being Tims focus.

Finally you have everyone else serving as Enviornment characters, with either a simple Line-action (ex-Steph) or a name drop in general placement (Cass) or establishment through movement, and only relevent later in the scene (Duke).

Damian kind of floats between, he is introduced via a reaction + Narrator observation, but then is mostly just an eviornment character. He is THERE but not really awknowleged beyond that.

NEXT- If that doesn't help much you can rely on "Environment rule"

Aka everyone is always doing something in any space they occupy- apply that to your characters. It can be as simple as when you have one character speak loudly to the narrating POV, another character shifts away or laughs.

They didn't need to speak nor did you need to detract from the tension/pacing of a scene by describing in detail their expression, positon, etc.

BUT in that moment your reader just clues in to "Oh okay x is here-" that is established, and whether or not x plays a role in a future scene within that enviornment doesnt matter much.

This is also the PERFECT oppertunity to give characterization. If a tense moment is going on you can have the narrator notice another character stiffen/flinch (aka affected by the conflict, even if not an active participant)

FINAL PART- MAINTAINING

This is where shit can hit the fan f a s t- getting a bunch of characters in a scene is one thing but keeping them there?? Hell at times.

But once again this all relies on "Narrator perspective" and unless you are switching narrators, you need a "cone of vision" to determine what is or isn't important unless you might break the tension of a scene.

Methods include-

Reactions

Two+ background characters interact (verbal or not)

Interact with enviornment

Enter/Leave a space (of note)

A sound registered but not explored (a chair creaking back, a glass dropping, snack bag rustling, or even my favorite which is the sudden absense of sound implying an audience)

"Incidents" (Someone drops something, attention goes to them for a sec- apology/oneliners, then switch back)

Check ins from NON NARRATOR, (or narrator, but usually works better to keep track of who is focused on who)

Characters don't need to be "ever present" just remind your reader they exist somewhere generally in the scene (and keep them in your back pocket)

But The best possible tool at your disposal?? BANTER.

Let characters interact, feel out their dyanmics- If you dont know how they interact in non tense situations, how does that change when tension amps up. Have a background character throw in a one liner- or the narrator observe a conversation they aren't a part of.

LET PEOPLE BE PEOPLE- And they basically write themselves

Last but not least- if you feel stuck or lost?? Treat EVERYONE like a narrator.

Who are they paying attention to? What are they seeing? How do they REACT to that? Do they speak up, do they tense, do they try and slip away or stay strong?

You don't need to know this for EVERY scene- but sometimes it helps out of a rut moment

ANYWAYYSS- This is my rant and personal methodology of how I place/maintain multiple characters. I hope this helps for anyone interested, if not find what works for you!!

My Asks are open if anyone wants me to give any other advice, tips, or just general ramblings about writing.

Otherwise,

Happy writing!!

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wrencatte · 1 year ago

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soooo, uh, how 'bout that gotham war? I have no real context for most of this story line (im almost scared of what they're going to do with jason after this), but my brain insisted i write this sooooo i did!

He’s numb when Steph and Cass come for him. Frozen in shock, still on the ground where Bruce left him – left him – left him. I love you, he’d said. This is a gift, he’d said. Some gift, Jason thinks, eyes burning, his heart beating so fast he feels breathless. He hears Steph and Cass but doesn’t fully register their presence.

“Hood, can you hear me?” Steph murmurs as Cass presses delicate fingers under his jaw, feeling for a pulse.

It’s too fast.

And he can feel that. He can feel the panic and the fear lurking in the background, threatening to overcome him. It makes it so much worse – knowing it’s there. Like eyes in the dark. Like a sound when there shouldn’t be one. The missing last step he knows he should avoid, but his foot is descending anyway.

His head moves with the slightest pressure, like his neck doesn’t have any strength to control it. Eyes half-lidded and distant. Red-rimmed and dull. Physically, he looks okay except for how pale he is and a few black bruises. Certainly better than the last few times he and Batman duked it out.

But there’s something off about him. Something wrong.

Steph kneels. “Jason…”

“’m fine,” he finally says, voice hoarse. It makes them both wince. Jason doesn’t notice. “He barely touched me.”

Is it weird that he wishes they’d gotten into one of their usual fights? The drag-out beatdowns that usually had him limping away, crawling away, wondering why the hell he even bothers hanging around when everything just falls to pieces?

This one – This one hurts the worse. More than a punch hard enough to shatter his helmet. More than a batarang to the throat. Why? Is it because of those stupid, stupid words? I love you. This is a gift. Is it because Jason had actually been trying this time? From rubber bullets to deciding to put the guns down altogether. This is the rehabilitation Bruce chose for him and him alone, and it was supposed to be…mercy?

How precise is this “failsafe”? What’s the heartrate threshold? The adrenaline limit?

He won’t be able to fight – which means he won’t be able to defend himself even if he gets out of the game. What about exercising? Sex? What about natural fear? Can he ever get excited about something? Bruce isn’t in his right mind, what are the chances he took life into account if he’s willing to go this far?

Jason thinks…he thinks he’d rather be in Arkham than this.

He thinks he’d rather be dead.

#jason todd #my writing

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irregularjohnnywiggins · 1 year ago

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So, since apparently I'm in a DC posting mood right now, you all want to hear this concept that's been baking in my mind for a while now?

Stephanie Brown is the same level of crimefighter as Bruce Wayne. Hear me out.

First, a common thematic reading of the Batfamily, especially the Batkids, is that all of them are in some way better than Bruce at one specific thing. Like with the equally broad thematic reading of 'All of Batman's rogues reflect a part of his psyche' this doesn't entirely hold up to scrutiny and doesn't apply to all of the Batkids, but it applies to enough: Dick is the better leader, Babs is the better strategist, Tim is the better detective, Cass is the better fighter, you get the idea. Now, normally when considering this reading the consensus for Steph is that she is the negative archetype, similar to how the Joker is interpreted in the rogues reading - an inverse of the common rule, in this case meaning that Steph isn't particularly good at anything. Some people who take this reading end this part with 'And that's why I love her!' - most don't. But I think that's entirely wrong, and to explain why we need to examine Bruce's own past.

In most versions of the Batman origin, there's a period, usually immediately or closely after Bruce graduating from either high-school or college, where Bruce travels the world, seeking masters of specific disciplines and learning all he can from them. The amount of people he meets is extensive - seriously, I have a word doc of 40 names and that's not even all of them - and later stories, particularly the Nolan trilogy, Batman/The Shadow, and IIRC Batman: Earth One, try to par that down to a single entity - The League of Shadows, The Shadow, and Alfred, respectively - teaching him all that is necessary to become Batman. It's not a change I particularly like, for one simple reason - the trek around the globe is as much metatexual as it is backstory. Like many of the prototypical superheroes, Batman isn't just one thing, he's many influences that Bill Finger brought to the table when creating him - he's a pulp hero like the Shadow, an adventure swashbuckler like Zorro and the Scarlet Pimpernel, a detective like Sherlock Holmes, all melding together to form our concept of 'Batman'. Having him learn from all these disparate sources - from ninjas and car thieves and magicians and detectives - seems like a way of acknowledging that breadth of influence, and I can't help but feel like limiting it to only Ra's or Lamont or Alfred takes away from that.

So, what does all that have to do with Stephanie Brown? Well, think about it - almost all of the Batfamily have only one real mentor - there are exceptions, like Tim basically becoming Babs' apprentice in No Man's Land and Cass' very funny shared custody situation, but mainly all of the Batkids learn from Batman, and what they excel at they were just kind of naturally good at anyway - Babs and Cass especially, no shade. With Steph, though? It's not as impressive as Bruce's list, but she learns general Cowl skills with Bruce, hacking and cryptography with Babs, detective skills with Tim, get fighting tips from Cass and Black Canary, is taught teamwork by Kate, evasion skills with Damian (that last one may not be purposeful), plus whatever else she can learn because, unlike the rest of the Batfamily, at least Pre-Flashpoint Steph was always learning.

True, Steph started out with very few practical skills in crimefighting, but you know who else did that? Bruce - every single time a comic or adaptation has shown him attempting to fight crime before the training trek has him absolutely suck at it. At the very least Steph never decided to stop her dad by attempting to assassinate him in a courthouse full of witnesses by veeery slowly pointing a gun at him, like Nolanverse Bruce.

Bottom line? If one more person says Steph 'isn't particularly skilled at anything', I will chew glass.

#batman #bruce wayne #spoiler #stephanie brown #dc comics #feels weird to be back #another thing to consider is that Steph shares the honour with Babs and maybe Duke #of being the only Batkid to not need Bruce's encouragement to be a crimefighter #Like most of the rest of them would happily have gone on committing ~*crimes*~#(this is not a criticism - ACAB fuck the police etc.)#(Also Cass and Jason definitely have extenuating circumstances)#it's just notable that Steph is one of the ones to make the exact same decision Bruce made #'Something must be done and I can do it so I must'#for honestly the same reason - a lack of parents through crime tearing her family apart #idk that's interesting

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inevitably-johnlocked · 1 year ago

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Happy weekend Steph! I have a question regarding a line in S3E2 the stag night knee-touching scene. I just couldn't tell who delivered the line, "I don't mind". I don't see either of them moving their lips so it seems the line was added via ADR. And I couldn't tell whose voice it was since it was like a whisper. I was wondering whether there were any discussions or hypotheses regarding this line. Thank you and hugs!

Hey Nonny!

OOOOOOHHHH the infamous knee scene! Many a meta has been written about that scene and about TSo3 in general. Even I wrote one here (where the Gif comes from)

With this video here, you can clearly hear who says what. John says, "I don't mind" and Sherlock says "Anytime".

You can check out all those links above for some more discussion about TSo3 and The Knee Scene :D AND you can also check out my 'stag night' tag as well :)

I love it SO MUCH. AHHHH. I miss when S4 didn't exist, LOL.

#steph replies #chatting with nonnies #stag night #my meta #stag night meta #my thoughts #these two seriously #tso3 meta #it's gay

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rezonan · 1 year ago

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Batman #137 and Gotham War

Maybe it's cause I'm not American so I don't get the whole 'eat the rich' stuff I see a lot but I'm not really a fan of Catwoman's sanctioned breaking and entering being justified just because the victims are privileged, it's still freaking home invasion, I've had people I know die from heart attacks because of that stuff, not fun reading and seeing the batfamily look at it and go

Hurts

Not to mention it kinda just feels out of character how they all confronted Bruce IMO. C'mon I can buy *maybe* if they pushed characterization Jason and Steph(and that's a big maybe) but Dick and CASS(?) ?!. It's giving me Civil War Iron Man Vs Captain America vibes where personalities have to be changed in weird ways to get the storyline to even work.

So yeah not a fan. If anything it pisses me off. But I'll just calm down and try and understand this is some kind of cultural dissonance and I'm not getting what the writer is going for.

And this isn't to say I'm all on Bruce's side. The storyline for the past year now has been his spiralling mental health so he's obviously not in the right mind but I do think he's generally right, this is all bullshit.

Also not sure how this plan works. They are only so many rich people in Gotham, they can just leave because they have the money to do it. Seems like a lost cause. Not a fan of Selina boiling down Bruce's crusade to buying gadgets... Just no, no. If anyone she should be stealing from The Criminals, and the organized crime people. Canonically speaking they have hurt Gotham more. I don't buy the crime is down line.

Also that

Selina is not reforming criminals she’s training them so now they are even more effective at their jobs. The rich will start killing these dudes by hiring worse criminals to protect themselves, a woman already killed one of them out of fear in the last joker issue. What happens when one of the bigger villains get wind of this Selina plan? It feels like the book is acting like the thugs are the only issue in Gotham. Nope

Reading the last Joker issue makes it worse, Selina has gathered of of Gotham's criminals, Joker is back and is pretty fucking dangerous. I can see a serious blood bath happening tbh. But that's a stretch

ALSO AGAIN

The Court of owls are still a thing so there's that. But whatever

This entire story feels like a 17 year old trying to be deep and talk about how the real crime is class warfare. I can tell since I'm 17 myself lol

Oh my god, I don't know how the bat line is going to recover from this without it looking like an Asspull. It's reaching if not surpassed mid 2000s DC in levels of shit that is happening, infinite crisis barely saved it imo. At the end of this you'll probably have Damian and Bruce being isolated as Batman and Robin and the rest of the bat family doing whatever the fuck they would be doing (NW has the titans to lead I guess)

So yeah just not a fan. Happy to hear some thoughts on it though. Always open to alternate opinions

#batman #dc #nightwing #jason todd #batgirl #red hood #damian wayne #batfam #stephanie brown

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ladytauria · 1 year ago

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Trick or treat! 🎃

thank you! 🧡

snippet from a new fic for script: flipped, my reverse robins series.

for context: post-to be wanted, bruce takes jason (and steph, and cass, and damian, and jon) to the circus. so! here's jason (and damian)'s first meeting with dick~

The only downfall of the day is, well. Brucie.

At least it isn’t gala Brucie. This version of Brucie is mild—more well-meaning but air-headed devoted parent than outrageous flirt or walking disaster. Jason strays from his side; already done making polite conversation with wealthy people. No one pays him any mind. His fifteen minutes of fame are up, and he really couldn’t be happier for it. He wanders over to where Damian is observing the elephant instead.

“Enjoying yourself?” he asks, and Damian casts him a dark look. Jason just smiles at him, which makes him sigh.

“It’s... not as intolerable as I previously thought it would be,” he says, which is high praise coming from Damian. “And I admit I’m looking forward to seeing the show. The Flying Graysons are world-class acrobats. I’m hoping to pick up a thing or two from observation.”

“That’s not just a gimmick they put on the flier?” Jason asks, leaning against the fence.

“No,” Damian says.“They’ve pulled off many stunts once thought impossible—including the quadruple somersault.”

“Huh.” Jason had performed a triple once, but he’d never actually managed to do it again. He's fuckin’ ace at doubles, though.

Distantly, Jason hears the elephant’s handler announce she’s taking a small break before the show. Only a handful people are left in line, and they part with no small amount of disappointment. Jason watches the elephant for a moment before turning away, scoping out the others in the crowd. Steph’s roped Jon into posing with her behind one of those cut out things while Cass takes a picture. Brucie’s been stopped by yet another couple.

“Man, we can’t take—” He turns his head, only to find his vision of Damian blocked by a thick grey trunk. He starts. “What the—”

The elephant noses him gently. He can feel the warm puffs of her breath in his hair. Then she switches, doing the same to Damian. He finds himself sharing a bewildered look with his brother.

“Aw, Zitka likes you!” a voice chirps, and Jason twists to see a tiny little kid on the other side of the fence. He looks like any other kid running around the circus, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, with a well worn pair of sneakers on his feet. His hair is a mess of dark curls, face still round with baby fat.

“Um. Are you supposed to be back there?” Jason asks, dumbly.

The kid makes a face at him. “Of course,” he says, like it should be obvious. “I live here.” He gestures to all of the tents. “Zitka is my friend.” He pauses. “And babysitter, sometimes.” He pats one of the elephant’s legs, and she stops nosing Damian to curl her trunk around the boy instead. “My name’s Dick,” he says, cheerily, like this is all completely normal.

Which. For him, maybe it is.

“Uh. I’m Jason.”

“Damian.”

“Nice to meet you!” Dick chirps, with a beaming smile. “Zitka’s real nice, but she doesn’t like just anybody, you know.”

“We’re honored to be among the few, then,” Damian says seriously, and Jason knows he means it. Damian’s never met an animal he didn’t like—as evidenced by the multiple shelters he sponsors in Bludhaven, and the way he almost never turns away a foster animal. Last time Jason visited the penthouse, he and Jon had three other animals; including a little chihuahua on hospice. “You and Zitka are close, then?”

“The closest,” Dick says, bouncing onto his toes. “We hang out together between shows all the time.” He pauses. “Are you guys here to watch the performance tonight?”

“We are,” Damian says. He’s awkward in the way that only Wayne men manage to be. Or, well. Wayne men except Jason.

“That’s great!” he says. “I’ll make sure to do an extra special trick then, just for you guys.” He winks, like a little baby showman. It’s charmingly adorable, and Jason kinda wants to muss his hair.

#captiankid #asks and answers #tauriawritesfanfic #script flipped #thank you for asking!

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I’d be so fucking pissed at Bruce, what do you mean they would’ve gone out and done it no matter what? You can make plans to trap and defeat aliens and supervillains, but you can’t keep your 10 year old from fighting crime? You don’t protect them from the media, from their abusive teachers or friends, from the world around them as their father, and you don’t protect them from dying and abuse as Batman. Why is a city, a simple location worth the lives and suffering of children? When will you love your children more than you love the idea of something else? When will you actually take steps to stop the cycle of villains and abuse and death? Not to mention they ARE child soldiers. “Wah wah wah but they WANTED to fight!!!” do you seriously think that no child soldiers wanted to fight in battles previously? That they weren’t fed so much propaganda and stories glorifying fighting or came from situations where fighting felt like freedom? You summed it up so much better than I can with the “if the city needs the blood of children, does it deserve to be saved?” Line!!! It’s not even the batkids that Bruce is constantly willing to sacrifice for Gotham or to keep from breaking his stupid rule, it is all the street orphans who will be picked up by any of the rogues as collateral or stress relief or whatever. It’s all the kids used as a punchline for joker, or brought into Two-face/Penguin/Black-Mask’s gangs in order to afford to live, or in the wrong place wrong time from Ivy. All their blood, because batman doesn’t kill but he also doesn’t tell children that they should be protected because otherwise he’d have to acknowledge that he NEVER protected his kids the way he should’ve.

Sorry for constantly sending you rants or ideas for each of your chapters, I’m just really hooked. This was much more than what I was thought of in my previous ask and it’s delicious. I can’t wait for Steph or Dick to try and talk reader out of the self hatred and she’ll just go “I used the power I had over Jason to force him to do things he wasn’t comfortable with. He begged for no needles back in the alley, and I almost immediately went against that the second you all asked that of me. I knew his boundaries for physical touch beforehand and yet still let him touch me in ways I knew he would hate if he was in his present state of mind. He wasn’t ready for this reveal either, and I helped to basically force him into that situation. I made Damian upset, made him think I’m disappointed or didn’t trust him to take care of himself when really I’m just utterly terrified for him and I’m so pissed that all of you looked at a child who was raised to be a soldier and never gave him the permission or ability to be anything else because it fit what you all wanted. I don’t regret my anger towards Bruce, I only wish I was more coherent in it. But nothing you can say will make me stop hating myself for what happened with Jason, and I am fully prepared for neither him nor Damian to ever trust me or want to be around me again now that I’ve proven I’m not actually that safe of a person to be around.” Meanwhile, the two bonded boys are listening in (all of them are, but those two are hiding out of sight, wanting to be with you but scared you’ll hate them) and it just breaks their hearts to hear your assessment of last night and of yourself :((((

Please never apologize for sending these, they give me life! I love, love, LOVE getting to hear your thoughts, especially the rants!

Fun fact; the blood of children line was reworked from a rant I threw at my dad after watching the first season of Umbrella Academy! 😂 I hate Reginald Hargreaves so fricken much....

💯 all of this! Bruce/Batman does not protect anyone, least of all the people who NEED protection most! I don't care how much the children "yearn for the capes" or whatever; I yearned for things I shouldn't have had as a child all day every day!

#answered asks #fanfic #dc #batman makes me mad #i'm feeling very protective of these kids

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blackwell-academys-airdrop · 1 year ago

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For the ask game 6,8 and 25

6. which ship fans are the most annoying? uh. No offense intended whatsoever, but I simply do not vibe with Grahamscott (the gay one). I mean, I guess I see the appeal? But it just kinda rubs me the wrong way a little. I think it's cuz it's a very popular (I might even call it overrated) mlm ship in a very wlw-oriented game and fandom. It's like, there's 5 times more mlm on AO3 as opposed to wlw last I checked. Not that there's anything inherently wrong with mlm; it's just not for me, and it's something that gets hyped up a LOT in fandom spaces, often to the detriment of wlw, het, and other ships.

Anyway. Very popular ship for what I would go so far as to call a crack pairing. (The inherent homoeroticism of, uh... beating a guy up so hard he has to go to the hospital?) Want proof? Here are the most popular relationships (platonic inclusive) in the Life Is Strange fandom on AO3 as of the time of writing:

There are more Grahamscott fics than there are Marshfield fics (admittedly not by a lot), and that's a travesty.

FANDOM-WIDE CHALLENGE: Write >17 Marshfield fics so we can knock Grahamscott out of 4th place!

I reiterate: I do not hate Grahamscott, nor do I hate those who ship them. It's got a lot of (non-uwu softboy, mind you) potential. It simply isn't for me.

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about Bae or Bay Before the Storm is not a bad game. Actually no wait I'll save that one for 25.

Hm.

How bout this: William was NOT a perfect dad. He was a good one, for sure, but remember: our idea of his character is rose-tinted with Chloe's and Max's overwhelmingly positive memories of him. "That's one thing he left us: wonderful memories." (I paraphrase) I'd like to see his flaws explored a bit more.

25. common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing I've said it already and I'll say it again: Before the Storm is not a bad game. It's not a great game, and it definitely doesn't live up to the original, but it's a good game.

High points of the game (keep in mind I haven't watched/played the game in about 4 years):

Steph

Interesting take on a young Nathan

CUNSn

The SMASH scene (brought me close to tears. The controllable helplessness of it all, God)

Steph and Mikey

Skip

EN FUEGO UTERO

I LOVE what they did with Samuel actually

The take on Rachel was really interesting, especially the whole backstory thing and the actress mindset

FIRE POWERS FIRE POWERS

I'm intrigued by the drawing of an older Max hanging from a noose in a tree in Chloe's journal. WHAT does that IMPLY, WHAT does that MEAN

Steph

Barb the Barbarian (I named one of my DnD characters that and made her a She-Ra expy)

Chloe's dream sequences and general sleepiness (reminiscent of depression)

PUTTING AN ENTIRE CAR BATTERY INTO HER PANTS POCKET

The snitch straight-up admitting to Damon that he snitched was not at all realistic but it was very funny

The play scene, especially if you get all the lines right

Victoria drinking the drugged tea

Farewell, especially the little choose-your-own squirrel story ^w^

Low points:

"tHe StArS aRe DeAd" THAT IS NOT ASTRONOMICALLY CORRECT (I have ranted about this before)

Damon. Everything about Damon. His character, his impact on the plot, everything.

The whole James and Sera backstory was really hackneyed

I am ambivalent about the Backtalk mechanic

The whole third episode was just such a letdown. So much wasted potential

Much like LIS, there are a lot of different subplots, but LIS wove them together well while BTS didn't.

I've reblogged a rant about this before, but Chloe has so very little agency while Max has loads of it! Admittedly, the game is a prequel so some things have to happen no matter what, and Chloe's lack of agency (and unwillingness to acquire it) is a big point of her character, but it does not make for a fun video game protagonist. There are way too many But Thou Must! moments in the story.

The friggin' end scene with Frank fighting off Damon

do NOT retcon that Pompidou was a gift from Damon. do NOT

I'm also ambivalent on the whole Max and Chloe text exchanges retcon. Like, I think Chloe miiiight have reached out to her, but Max would not have responded. The anxiety is simply Too Great.

I am also ambivalent about the Sam & Nathan thing. I wish she'd gotten more characterization than just "sweet kind girl who loves books".

Megan Weaver didn't show up. I wish she had, cuz she was evidently important to Chloe for at least a little while, and we know so little about her

I know there was a strike going on or something but I am sad we didn't have the original VAs :( (but they came back for Farewell, so rejoice!)

Chloe's VA's performance was kinda lackluster

Okay THAT got longer than I anticipated. Sorry. Anyway. There are a lot of good points to BTS. There are a lot of bad ones, too. But hey. Canon is a construct.

#ask #lis #life is strange #long post #lis bts #before the storm #grahamscott #marshfield #MARSHFIELD CALL TO ACTION #william price #sorry I ended up spending a lot more time on this ask than I anticipated #and thank you so much for being interested enough in my opinion to ask for it! :3

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lavender-teardroplettes · 2 years ago

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Don’t judge me, I’ve been brainstorming: Kenneth biased fanfic from Sugar’s pov- “Missing You”

A sigh escaped my lips as I entered the apartment I shared with Chris, letting out my verbal exhaustion once noticing that his keys were missing from the bowl. Tossing my own in, another groan left me as I made my way to the kitchen, searching for something quick to microwave before plopping in front of the tv in the living room. It must have been an hour or so before I eventually settled on watching the usual: nature documentaries narrated by either Morgan Freeman or David Attenborough. The food was long gone, and the loneliness began to set in. Sure, there were a few new programs added to the streaming sites every few years, but I had always come back to the same ones….’The same ones I watched with him…’ Not that Steph or Chris wouldn’t watch these sorts of shows with me from time to time….there wasn’t a single person who really enjoyed watching them with me like he did. I could just imagine Steph now…on their phone while only listening in periodically when I really wanted their attention on some sort of new fact I learned or some animal I liked the coloration for, suggesting to use them as inspirations for their next body paint project.

Another sigh left me, and despite trying to shake off the thoughts….I couldn’t. Hot tears had already begun to spill, and I cursed myself for feeling this way. “I-I should hate him…..I just feel bad for being alone….” I mumbled to myself, looking down at my hands and cursing again. Kenneth had cheated on me with my own sister- sure, we didn’t have the greatest relationship, but I’d think she’d care more about me than to cross that line. Another twinge of guilt, ‘It wasn’t her fault,’ the little voice in my mind spoke up, ‘she’s just a child…you know his way with words.’ Another sigh, followed by the same uncomfortable stimming reflex of rubbing my eyebrows, then my eyes, then scratching the rest of my face. I hated this, definitely not the position I ever wanted or thought of being in. What had changed? Sure….it was weird enough that their marriage was to make their parents happy….but….were all those years just a fluke? Did Kenneth really not feel anything for me…? I could feel my expression darkening before the door clicked, and my usually enthusiastic and energetic roommate entered through it. Quickly, I forced myself to shake off those feelings and pause the documentary that I had long since forgotten about, “Hey, bud! How was your workout?”

If Chris noticed the crack in my voice, he didn’t say anything about it. He was nice like that. “It went good, what are you watching?” I glanced at the tv and then looked back at Chris, “Just one of those old lion pack documentaries, it really stood with me how the lioness was able to live past a broken jaw due to the closeness of her pack.” “That’s cool.” I shot Chris a glance, and he was wiping himself off with the towel from his gym bag. “If you want…” I hesitated before shuffling further to face my roommate, “I-I could restart it….or we can just watch from here…” Despite wanting to appear more confident, I could hear my voice falter, and my gaze turned away from him again. Chris stared at me for a moment before smiling, “Sure, we can rewind it. Let me just take a shower first, I stink.” He chuckled while pointing to the shared bathroom. I knew he was pitying me, just a little, but I appreciated the company and knew that Chris didn’t mean anything bad by it. I gave him a nod, and turned back to the TV so I could rewind the show. “Thanks…I…..I-it means a lot…” I whispered the last part….not even daring to look back at Chris’s reaction, in case I worried him more. Once I heard his footsteps trail down the hallway, I called back with a, “Let’s watch a sports movie for you too, we can have movie nights a little early sometimes,” not wanting Chris to feel too obligated to something he didn’t enjoy that much. “Sounds good to me dude!” I could hear the wave in Chris’s voice….although, maybe a hint of fear? No, I was just imagining that, he was likely sore from the workout he did earlier. That’s probably it.

#rh vn #rh drabbles #stupid kenneth #my himbo chris #Steph the bestie #Sarah the complicated sister

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that-was-anticlimactic · 11 months ago

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if class 1a performed "nerdy prudes must die", this would be the cast list (explanations under the cut):

momo: pete spankoffski

jirou: steph lauter

aoyama: grace chasity

denki: richie lipschitz, jon's bbq guy

mina: ruth fleming

midoryia: max jägerman

ojirou: detective shaprio

bakugou: officer bailey, miss mulberry

iida: mayor lauter, ensemble

sero: kyle, dan reynolds, ensemble

kirishima: jason, ensemble

tsu: bryce's nerd, bryce's reporter, ensemble

tokoyami: wiggly, mariah's bbq guy, ensemble

uraraka: stacy, reese, miss tessburger, nibbly, ensemble

shinsou: blinky, emma, ensemble

satou: boy jerry, joey's bbq guy, tinky, ensemble

shouji: pokey, corey's cop, ensemble

hagakure: karen chasity, brenda, ensemble

todoroki: mark chasity, angela's bbq guy, paul, ensemble

kouda: donna, ensemble

present mic: announcer

okay. jirou just has steph vibes, okay??? the spotify line... y eah. also, i just think momojirou being steph and pete would be ADORABLE and i want to hear momo sing "cool as i think i am" aND IMAGINE HOW ANGSTY THAT REPRISE WOULD BE???

i think aoyama would have the most fun being grace. they're genderfluid, so she wouldn't mind playing a girl. i also just think they'd KILL "dirty dudes must die" and "dirty girl". i just think he'd have the most fun with it

look at denki and tell me that he Wouldn't wear what richie is wesring??? i can literally see it. i just can also see him saying like all of richie's lines. same with mina as ruth... okay well not exactly the same, but i honestly think that mina is the Only person in 1a who could pull off the role of ruth. aND IMAGINE HER SINGING "just for once" LIKE GOD. the "the other day the johnson's borrowed my tap shoes... their eldest daughter is beginning tap. it was no bother, i never ever used them... i used to dance... i used to dance..." LOSING MY MIND PICTURING MINA SING THAT

i know bakugou is like... who we would all assume would be max. but look at officer bailey. watch him kick a chair when he remembered clivesdale beat them. is that not bakugou??? i just also feel like bakugou would be funny as mulberry lol. he also NEEDS to be in "go, go nighthawks". bc of the clivesdale part lol

anyways i think midoriya just needs a chance to go a bit wild, you know? like let him be feral. i think playing max would be kinda therapeutic for him. also i can see him just KILLING "literal monster" and "nerdy prudes must die". i think he and denki would act off each other really well, and sam with midoriya and aoyama!!!

ojirou and shaprio just have similar vibes you know? like the only human in a muppet movie. anyways i just think ojirou would do well :) and iida as mayor lauter... do i need to explain??? i just think he would both be SO GOOD and also SO FUNNY!!! like... the phone and hammer scene?? he and jirou would KILL it!!!

kirishima and sero as jason and kyle was one of the first things i thought of. they are perfect for those roles. i mean... can't you just Hear kirishima going: "we're all giving the butt slaps / with consent of course cause we care"??? and sero as dan reynolds is just funny to me. "i am dan reynolds... with action news, week days at 10pm" - they would KILL it!!!

tsu has the vibes of someone who doesn't really want a big role, so i think bryce's nerd and bryce's reporter would be great roles for her! she gets her moment, but also she isn't like always in it, you know?

tokoyami as wiggly... i mean,,, come on,,, also he's a theatre kid, so he had to get one of the bbq monologue guys. he got mariah by default lol

forgive me for giving uraraka like... all of kim's roles lol i just think she'd be great! i think she would absolutely slay the: "he roars and we cry / he's the reason with no why"!!! and i think she and iida would work well together as tessburger and lauter!!! also... yes, nibbly bc pink but also bc she will kill it okay

i don't think shinsou, kouda, shouji, and todoroki would want big roles. i think shinsou as blinky bc purple but also he'd be amazing, and i feel like he could really pull off emma tbh. donna doesn't really speak much, so i think kouda would like that. i think they'd just rather be in ensemble/working backstage most of the time. shouji would be a fun pokey, i think, and would look DOPE in the makeup and costume!!! i also think him saying that the bbq monologues was "f-ing transcendent" would be fantastic. todoroki as paul is a given, i mean... come on. i think he'd be really funny as mark, especially with the whole "you don't say... you don't say... etc..." iuyftrdtgyuio also. "family". iugytfrdftgyhuijo

then hagakure would KILL brenda and i think she would be the BEST kaen chasity. i genuinely believe that with my entire heart. i think she would LOVE accusing sero of "selling drugs to our children / we know they loves killing!"

i think satou as joey's bbq guy is pretty self-explanatory, but like. he would KILL IT OMG!!! and then okay yes he as tinky bc yellow but also bc he would slay. i also think he'd be a funny boy jerry oigfdghijk

and ofc most everyone who isn't a lead is ensemble. since npmd has a smaller cast, most of 1a would be in ensemble and would be in songs like "high school is killing me" and "literal monster", etc...

#i just think that i was so right for all of this #they would SLAY #yes this all stemmed from me thinking denki could pull off richie's outfit what about it #anyways #here's a random post from my drafts #i also did 1a as black friday and tgwdlm lol #and grace and i did b.sd characters as npmd characters too and we went OFF with that lol #bnha #class 1a #class 1-a #npmd #nerdy prudes must die

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