#like. grumpy guy with very specific not at all good plan

[strangersmunsons]

Eddie, My Love! eddie munson x reader // valentine's day special series Day 2 Prompt: Chocolates 🍫 ~ 2,000 words Eddie's grumpy until he sees a familiar face in the candy aisle.

“This is a fake holiday,” mumbles Eddie as he pushes the cart past the pink and red aisle of Bradley’s Big Buy. 

His uncle chuckles. “When you have someone to spend it with, you’ll feel differently.”

“Wayne,” Eddie deadpans, “this is just some bullshit that Hallmark made up so they could take more of our money.”

“I’m not sayin’ you need to go all commercial,” Wayne clarifies. “I just mean that when there’s someone special in your life, boy, you might be in a better mood during this month.”

Eddie’s mouth sets bitterly. He’d rather not get the ‘you’ll find someone someday’ talk right now — the last thing he needs is another reminder of how lonely he is.

Wayne senses his nephew’s reluctance to discuss the matter, and so bites his tongue. Instead, he points at a row of cans on the shelf beside them. “Do you need more tomato soup, or are you set for a while?”

~

Back at home, Eddie lays on the floor of his bedroom, staring at the ceiling. Yeah, okay, maybe Wayne had a point. Maybe he’d hate all this stupid cutesy shit less if he didn’t have to watch everyone around him enjoy it while he spent yet another Valentine’s Day alone in his uncle’s trailer, with no one to keep him company, save for a six-pack of Pabst Blue Ribbon.

The worst part of it is — and Eddie would rather die than admit this — that deep down, he thinks he really could be…romantic. 

Sure, he’s rough around the edges. He tends to be prickly, wary of others’ intentions, but it’s necessary in order for him to survive in Hawkins. The Munson name was already notorious, and his reputation preceded him; the incident with poor Chrissy Cunningham three years prior, despite his innocence, had sealed his fate as the town pariah.

But if someone could just give him a chance, a real chance, he thinks that he could make that person really happy.

He’d help around the house. Cleaning, laundry, anything you — whoever you are — needed a hand with. He’d learn to cook better so he could keep you eatin’ good. He’d plan fun dates. He’d play your favorite songs on guitar, maybe write you new ones, if he was feeling inspired…anytime you needed him, he’d be there. He’d be the most reliable, affectionate, loving — 

“Ed?” There’s a light knock on his door. 

“Come in,” he calls back.

Wayne pokes his head into the room. “I’ve got to head to the plant in a few,” he says. “While I’m gone, can you do me a favor?”

Eddie sits halfway up, propped on his elbows. “Yeah, what’s up?”

Wayne fidgets, looking apologetic. “I know we were just there, but d’you mind going back to the Big Buy to pick up some candy? It’s Mrs. Johnson’s first Valentine’s Day since her husband passed, and I meant to get her something sweet, but I forgot.”

Eddie hauls himself up off the floor. “No problem. Want anything specific?”

Wayne shakes his head. “Don’t need nothin’ fancy, just get whatever’s cheapest that still looks nice.”

“That’s the Munson way,” Eddie muses, smiling in spite of himself. 

~

Eddie reluctantly makes a turn down the seasonal aisle he had so pointedly avoided earlier, feeling depressed. Cherubs and teddy bears seem to mock him from where they sit, and he heaves a dramatic sigh. 

His eyes roam the line of cards, plush toys, endless boxes of chocolates and candies, when they finally land on you, also perusing the rows of heart-shaped packages.

Recognition flickers instantly. Eddie suddenly finds that his heart is beating very quickly in his chest.

You.

You had still been a year behind him when he finally graduated, and though he didn’t really know you-know you, he was friends with people who did. You weren’t bullied like he and the guys were, but you weren’t exactly popular, either — and so more often than not, you ran in similar circles. Gareth and Harry used to swear up and down that you were the nicest girl in Hawkins.

Because of them, he had spent brief moments with you from time to time. He thought you had been very pretty, in your own unique way, but you were also rather shy. Your exchanges were always polite and charming, even if they never broke deeper than surface-level; overall, he’d found you incredibly endearing.

He never kept in touch, but as the years went by, he had often wondered about you.

Back then, it was hard to see past his own preoccupations: he was so focused on not failing his classes, Corroded Coffin, Hellfire, his dealing gig with Rick. But in retrospect, it always seemed to him like he had missed out on something special in not taking the time to properly befriend you.

Now, against all odds, you’re right here in front of him. And he had found you attractive back then, but now? Holy shit. You’re striking to look at.

As he studies your side profile, he thinks, it’s not that your appearance has really changed much, but rather the way you seem to be holding yourself.

You used to walk quickly through the hallways with your shoulders hunched and your head down, like you were trying to make yourself as small as possible. But now your posture is relaxed, your stance casual; your head is held high and a slight smile turns up the corners of your lips. And your clothes seem different too, like maybe you’d finally found your personal style, and were dressing in the way that you truly liked.

Is this what they call kismet? Fate, destiny, whatever, maybe Eddie’s fantasy-oriented brain was jumping to conclusions, but he thinks of the floor-misery he’d been wallowing in not even an hour ago — had his internal bitching been an unintentional prayer, which was now being answered?

He takes a few cautious steps forward, trying to act natural.

You glance at him when he comes nearer and offer him a quick smile before turning back to the sweet assortment before you. 

Eddie stands next to you awkwardly, pretending to browse, hoping to see you make some gesture of familiarity, any confirmation that you might remember him as well as he remembers you. 

But nothing. The seconds tick by.

You reach for a box of chocolates and Eddie’s overwhelmed with a sense of impending doom. He starts sweating. Any second now, you would pluck a shiny, ribbon-adorned package and twirl away from him, vanishing into thin air, and the moment would be gone. His opportunity would be over, and he’d never, ever see you again.

“I’m so sorry,” he blurts out. His face turns crimson, but he blunders on anyway. “I don’t wanna bother you, but did you graduate from Hawkins High in ‘87?”

You turn to him, eyebrows raised in surprise, one arm still outstretched. A breathy laugh escapes you. “Yeah, I did.” You give him the tiniest wave. “Hi, Eddie.”

He could almost cry in relief. You do remember him.

“Hi.” He returns your wave, dopey grin unfurling on his face. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to ignore you just now. I didn’t think you would remember me,” you explain apologetically.

Forget you? Absurd. “Of course I remember you. How’ve you been?”

Your voice is bright, cheerful. “I’ve been good! Busy with school.”

College, of course. You had definitely been an honor roll kid. “If you’re in school, then you don’t still live in town, do you?”

“Nah, my university’s too far. I got a place near campus, but I come home every now and then.” You smile, and motion towards yourself. “Obviously.”

“Oh. Nice.” Eddie twiddles his thumbs nervously. “Are your classes going good?”

“For the most part. They’re stressful sometimes, but that’s to be expected, I guess.”

“Yeah, but you’re super smart. I’m sure you’re killin’ it up there.”

“I’m trying my best,” you reply with a modest shrug. “What about you? What have you been up to lately?” You look at him with genuine interest, like you’re truly eager to hear about how he’s doing.

Oh, what to say. He opts for simplicity. “Bartending. At the moment I’m between The Hideout and The Attic. Although, I’m thinkin’ about trying to get a job at the garage instead.”

“You should!” Your voice is sincere, full of warmth. “I bet you’d be great there — I know you did a lot of work on your van.”

A bolt of pleasure runs through him. You didn’t just remember his name and face, but you recalled some minor details about him as well. He stands a little taller. “Thank you. We’ll see if it works out, I suppose.”

There’s a brief pause. Eddie moistens his chapped lips with his tongue. “Listen…”

Do it, you coward. If she says no, she says no, and you’ll get over it. Eventually.

“Um, if you’re ever home for the weekend, would you maybe wanna hang out? Grab a coffee or something?”

You look taken aback, but not displeased. Eddie counts that as a win. 

“Sure. That would be really fun.”

He flashes you a grin. “Sick.” Then it occurs to him: you came home for Valentine’s Day weekend. Surely you’re in Hawkins because you have a date lined up with some former classmate who swooped in and asked you out after he had gone, and that’s who you were buying candy for and —

“I’m assuming you’re busy this weekend, though?” You point at the treats in front of you. “‘Cause I see you’re here to pick up the goods,” you tease him cheerfully.

“Oh, n-not really,” he stammers. “Wayne asked me to pick up something for our neighbor. I’m just an errand boy.” He swallows. “Do you have any big plans?”

“Nope,” you reply casually, lips popping the p-sound. You pull the candy you’d be aiming for before he interrupted, a pack of Hershey’s cream-filled chocolate hearts. You nod at him sagely. “I am my own Valentine this year.”

You don’t need to be. I’ll volunteer. 

Eddie musters up all his courage, rocking slightly on his feet. “Actually, if you don’t have plans…like, if you’re not seeing anybody…would you wanna go out on a date with me tomorrow?” Nerves get the better of him and he starts pouring out word-vomit, totally oblivious to the way your expression is getting softer and softer the longer he rambles. “I get that it’s Valentine’s Day, I don’t know if you think that’s really…weird for a first date, or…if you even wanna go on a date with me at all, which if you don’t, that’s totally fine and I understand —”

“I don’t think that would be weird at all,” you cut in, giving him a smile that could melt an iceberg. “Eddie, I would love to go on a date with you.”

He feels like he’s having a fever dream. This can’t be real. Is this what manifesting is? 

From now on, when he wants something, he’s gonna go cry on his bedroom floor about it. 

Painfully aware of how clumsy his proposition came out, Eddie tries to put at least one suave move on you. “Well, if we really have a date tomorrow,” he says, swiping the Hershey’s from you, “then there’s no reason for you to be buyin’ your own chocolates. Allow me.”

Ten minutes later, both of you armed with candies and a phone number apiece, Eddie escorts you across the icy parking lot to your car. You grip his arm tightly crossing over a slippery patch of asphalt, and his stomach flutters in a way it hasn’t in years.

Okay, okay. 

Maybe there is something to be said for this stupid, fake holiday.

thank you for reading!! xoxo Valentine's Day Special Masterlist

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[ruubric]

Why am I friends with you?

You ask Kenma to buy condoms with you in preparation of your special night with your boyfriend Kuroo

warnings: slightly suggestive notes: college au, all characters are above eighteen I'm on my Kenma brainrot and loving it

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There are so many. SOOOOO MANY. Why? There's flavored ones, ribbed ones, for her ones, extra thick, latex, extra lubed...

They cover the entire wall. In the family planning section. Which is odd, because isn't this supposed to prevent families?

"Can you please hurry?" Kenma mutters, his eyes strictly trained on the ground. "I don't want anyone to see me here."

"I don't want anyone to see me here either, okay?" You hiss back at him, before you turn back to the wall and attempt to decipher what the hell you're supposed to be getting.

"Then pick one!"

See...that's where the problem is. That's what forced you to call him. Because you'd never done anything with Kuroo before, and tonight...you wanted to surprise him, so you needed to be prepared. But you didn't know anything about guys'...more specifically Kuroo's junk...so you figured Kenma would--

"Stop staring at me like that, I'm not joining you two."

You splutter, not even realizing your eyes had fallen on your rather handsome friend. "That's totally not what I was-- look, I don't know which ones to get."

The shorter man fixes you with such a look. He could've been anywhere, like in his room, playing his video games, but because he's a good friend he drove over to accompany you to the store when you called him on the verge of a panic attack. Little did poor Kenma Kozume know you wanted to buy fricking condoms... for you and his best friend. That's not an image he wants to have.

At all.

So understand why he's so grumpy when he says deadpan: "And what? I'm supposed to know?"

"Didn't you guys like... y'know...in the locker rooms?''

Kenma doesn't even dignify that with a response.

You sigh and turn back to the wall, then scan through all of them and pick out a regular. Practically snatching it off the wall so that no one would dare think you and your boyfriend carry out safe sex. You like your status as a dare devil, thank you very much.

"Alright, you can stop pouting, let's go get you the ice cream sundae I promised."

But Kenma doesn't move.

"Uh, Ken?"

The best way to describe his expression is the pure feeling of yearning to be unmade. The absolute doom and gloom on his face is like none you've ever seen before, it's so much worse than when Kuroo tries to sing (which is a beautiful sight). And he's rooted in his spot.

"You.." He forces the words out of his mouth, looking anywhere but at you. "You got regular?"

You look down at the small blue box, with REGULAR printed in black along the front. "Uh, yeah? Why, what's up?"

He lets out a strained sigh, before taking a black box from the wall. "This one." He pulls it off faster than you did. So that no one would dare know that he was helping his friend pick condoms for his best friend who he TOTALLY DOESN'T KNOW THE EXACT SIZE OF. He's gotta keep his reputation of nonchalance, my dude.

Kenma shoves it in your hands. The word LARGE in golden letters almost makes you choke on your spit.

"Let's go." And with that he hightails out of there, leaving you shocked, stunned and weirdly excited for your night with Kuroo.

#ruurites˚ʚɞ˚‧｡ #haikyuu x female reader #haikyuu x black girl reader #haikyuu!! #slight kenma x reader #slight kenma x kuroo #kuroo tetsuro x you #kuroo testsuro x reader #kuroo x black reader #kenma x reader #kenma x black reader #kenma x you

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

Humans Never Return AU part 2:

-okay through discussion with @dinas-bracelet we’ve decided Norm “Icon” Spellman would go through the Olangi iknimaya process, because he is so canonically connected to that clan. It got me thinking a little bit about the clan absorption process and the culture mixing melting pot the Omaticaya/Scientists/Olangi conglomerate would become oh my god.

-The Olangi are nomads, they are Pa’li riders who traverse the plains and move from place to place. No doubt their experience in temporary shelters was invaluable in building the village the Omaticaya lived in before the move to the new Hometree. 

-The adjustment for the survivors to becoming sedentary had to have been so hard, so I imagine they went on a lot of scouting trips with Jake’s taronyu to pick a new Hometree. 

-I like to think they have a representative, like a guy who’s their guy who represents Olangi specific interests in the clan, because it’s a HUGE adjustment to go from nomads on the plains to the forest. I’m picturing some grizzled warrior who was very injured during the battle, but he lived and after he recovered he stalks around all grumpy but super helpful. I would imagine Jake consults that guy a lot; they become besties after so much time discussing what’s bet for the clans and how to merge properly. Also that is Norm’s soulmate. Norm stalks that man, following him around for info and advice, ESPECIALLY on how to raise all 1000 of his adopted children. He can’t run fast enough to get away from Norm, so he’s forced to help him. They’re coparenting a little. 

-Oh this is my new headcanon, Tuk’s bestie Popiti is an Olangi kid. Love the idea of her being Norm’s kid, but that doesn’t make sense time-wise. 

-Norm and Spider move with the Omaticaya to the new Hometree! Sorry I don’t make the rules! They have a smaller little scientist village there.

-Also the amount of political and cultural sharing trips they go on? Crazy. Norm and the former nomad Olangi are a dangerous combo. Norm “I Will never go back to my planet and stay on this one I can’t breathe on and raise alien children” Spellman is not satisfied with just Omaticaya culture and botany in a peaceful non war world. The Olangi who want to roam a little and Norm take hella fucking trips to other clans; they visit to learn and to study and to build relationships with other clans. Kiri, Spider, and Lo’ak love going on these trips. 

-Jake’s got so fucking many evil plans going on. Last post I said he and Neteyam are trying to trick Lo’ak into helping with training the younger warriors and Jake’s ulterior motive is for them to share the burden when he ultimately passes. BUT he and Lo’ak are also trying to trick Neteyam into chilling the fuck out a little at the same time. How many other evil plans does Jake have going? Maybe one to set up Norm. 

-Ever since Lo’ak, Kiri, and Neteyam got their ikran (this would be pre Eywa blessed Spider, I want him to be fully accepted and happy pre that) Spider has become an expert at taking care of them. He’s been there with them every step of the way, and their ikran like him and trust him almost as much as they do their own riders. Neytiri sees this as a way to talk to Spider, something that hasn’t happened since he got sick and their relationship changed. She asks Spider to care for her ikran for the day because she’s busy with something. Kid has never been more serious about anything in his entire fucking life. They begin to communicate like fully in ikran speak. 

Neytiri: how was she today? (also meaning him)

Spider: she was good! She ate well, and Lo’ak and I gave her and a couple others teeth checks. (telling her he’s good and about his day.)

Neytiri: thank you. Does she need to go flying? (can I take you flying to thank you?)

-Spider makes her another beautiful bracelet to thank her for trusting him. It’s the colors of her ikran and he leaves it in a saddle pocket for her to find. Once she does she starts wearing it right away. He totally notices this time as well.

Don’t worry, the Metkayina political visit one and the locorro sprinkle ad ons of this au will be coming.

#my norm spellman is gay agenda slipped out a tad oops #a poor woman on the street stopped me while i was typing that part to ask me where the admissions building was and i was like let me remove #my headphone and stop with my gay fanfiction #norm spellman #jake sully #tuktirey sully #popiti #kiri sully #lo'ak sully #miles spider socorro #spider socorro #neytiri sully #avatar #avatar the way of water #james cameron avatar #melissa og #melissa on avatar (cameron) #we are mindmelding get in #humans never return au #norm and ritu agenda

[hermannsthumb]

Adoring Newt and oblivious Hermann is my life blood (is that a phrase?) So a fic of that nature would be very welcome.

Also, your writing is wonderful.

little ficlet!!!! i've been a little stressed irl recently but it's nice to write something fun between longer stuff im working on (and thank you for the compliment!)

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Newt definitely isn't stalking Hermann or anything like that, because that would be weird and creepy, but Hermann's expert-level aloofness and general disinterest in being around Newt in basically any capacity means that Newt has to resort to some very weird levels just to have a normal non-work-related conversation with the guy. He doesn't hold any illusions of the two of them becoming besties or anything like that, but for two people who spend as much time as they do together—which is to say, probably 80% of their waking moments—it kind of sucks they can’t reach some form of companionable ground. Or that they don’t spend the other 20% of that time doing fun stuff. Not that there’s much fun stuff to do around the Shatterdome (or even really the city, since the risk of being squashed by a kaiju is kinda too high to enjoy yourself for any extended length), but they could still put in some effort. Like doing movie nights. They played cards one night after splitting a single Cup Noodles for dinner, but it was a little too hostile to be relaxing. Hermann plays Go Fish like he's out for blood.

Newt’s been putting in plenty of effort to develop their acquaintance-rivalry into more firmly the acquaintance side of things. At the very least shift things into friendly rivals territory. He, like, says good morning to Hermann, and sometimes remembers to do the dishes in the lab sink. Last week he even asked Hermann how his day was going. Hermann ignored him, but it's the thought that counts.

Newt is putting in plenty of effort specifically at this moment, probably more effort than Hermann has even dreamed of. He hopes Hermann sees it like that—oh, look, Newt put in so much effort just to hang out with me before work, how sweet, and then Newt would be like yeah, dude, it’s because I care about getting to know you, and then Hermann would be like this isn’t creepy or stalkerish at all. (When Newt wants a conversation to go well with Hermann, he usually practices in his head first. Winging it can have disastrous consequences. Hermann balks at the first sign of small talk, generally assuming Newt is just trying to ease him into horrific news about some major biohazard event or another Newt’s caused in the lab, which, to be fair, does have some historical basis.) Newt's just a careful observer. Hermann's schedule is like clockwork, just like his own, and it's not that hard to pick up on that. It's not hard to pick up on little things he likes, too, specifically his tea order. And obviously Newt knows where Hermann’s quarters are, though maybe he did have to resort to slightly stalkery methods of following him home after work one night for that.

In a grand effort to get his stuffy lab partner to look at him with anything other than disdain, Newt woke up before dawn today and hauled it downtown to pick up a fancy tea latte (months of careful observation told him that Hermann is a fan of anything prepared with steamed milk and very little sugar) and a cinnamon roll (Hermann looked slightly less grumpy than usual when they served them for dessert in the mess hall two months ago) to surprise him with before work. Unfortunately, waking up before dawn is having disastrous consequences that Newt forgot to take into account when he planned this—that is to say, he’s very sleepy, and Hermann doesn’t show any sign of leaving his room any time soon. Newt didn’t account for the guy’s apparent need for, like, a million hours of beauty sleep.

The hallway outside Hermann's door isn’t exactly comfortable either. Newt shortly graduates from standing at attention to slumping on the ground, leather jacket collar popped up against the blasting A/C as he fights off yawns. He’s fully dozing against the wall (cardboard coffee cup cooling fast in his hand) when Hermann’s door finally swings open. It’s not exactly the nice surprise Newt wanted it to be: instead of looking hot and suave and thoughtful, he startles awake with a small yelp and drops the tea, spilling at least a quarter of it on his jeans before he can fumble it upright, while (looming above him in his doorway) Hermann doesn’t even have the decency to look surprised. “Oh,” he says, looking at Newt over his glasses like Newt’s a weird bug writhing around in the dirt. “It’s you. I thought I heard someone snoring.”

“Good morning,” Newt yawns out. He scrambles to his feet, the brown pastry bag crinkling in his sweaty palm, and smooths his hair back as best as he can. His impromptu nap against the wall messed up the gel he uses for his very hot and sexy styling and he’s definitely rocking more of a bedhead look right now, especially compared to Hermann’s tragically offensive but immaculately combed bowlcut. Maybe Hermann will think it’s a cute look for him. He flattens the back of hair down again, but the gel-stiff strands stubbornly refuse to obey. Hopefully Hermann will think it’s a cute look. Newt wants Hermann to think he looks cute so, so bad, and it’s unfair that Hermann can get away with the reverse so effortlessly. “You, um, you slept in, huh?”

Hermann casts a pointed look at the dinged-up analog wristwatch peeking out from the sleeve of his tweed blazer. “It’s seven in the morning,” he says. “I wake up at precisely the same time every single day. You ought to try it. You didn’t sleep here all night, did you?” Newt has just a second to think about how sweet it is that Hermann cares about him getting proper rest when he makes a face at Newt and adds, “I don’t want anyone getting any wrong sorts of ideas about us.”

“No, no,” Newt says quickly. Seven in the morning? That’s news to him. Admittedly he was a little overeager about this all, which would explain the weird looks the baristas gave him down at the café—he must’ve gotten there, like, milliseconds after they opened. “I’ve been here for like, five minutes. I got you breakfast!”

He thrusts out the tea and cinnamon roll, startling Hermann backwards against his door with a small thump. Hermann eyes the offering skeptically. “You…what?” he says.

“Breakfast? I just thought we could, like, hang out a little before work,” Newt says. He gives the bag a pathetic little shake. “Maybe take a walk or something?” Hermann makes him feel like a dumb, nervous teenager without even trying, like a simple request to chill as bros is on the same level as asking him to prom or proposing or something. He’s just so—pointy and lanky. In a hot way. And he has pretty eyes and pretty eyelashes, and when he scowls and bitches at Newt, it makes Newt’s heart spin circles around itself, and maybe sometimes he deliberately picks fights just to get the guy’s laser-beam focus turned on him like a sniper rifle. He feels like a lost puppy around Hermann, desperate for the slightest bit of attention. You put in so much effort, Newton, how very charming of you!

“No thank you,” Hermann says.

He sets off in the direction of the lab. Newt blinks, his heart sinking, and then scurries after him. “C’mon, man, at least take the tea,” he says. “I spent, like, eight bucks on it.” He asked the baristas to make a little heart in the foam (alluding to the definitely real maybe-boyfriend he was buying the drink for), but he realizes that Hermann won’t actually be able to see it unless Newt very heavily hints he should definitely take the lid off for, um, some reason. Also, Newt probably fucked the heart up anyway when he spilled it all over his pants. He lifts the white plastic up a centimeter and confirms his suspicions: the little latte art heart has been transformed into what Newt would generously call a blob. He tipped 60% for that blob.

“I didn’t ask you to,” Hermann says. Then he frowns at Newt over his shoulder. “Actually, Newton—why did you?”

“I,” Newt squeaks, just a little, and then stammers out incoherently, “I was—I wanted a coffee, so—I was already there, downtown I mean, at the coffeeshop and I thought you might want something. From the coffeeshop. The pastries looked good too. I thought we could split one. You like—cinnamon rolls?” He struggles to click the plastic lid back on the cup with his thumb, sloshing more tea down his front. “Ugh.”

“You’re making a mess of yourself,” Hermann sighs, “as usual. Well, Newton, I do appreciate the thought, though I admit I’m not particularly hungry right now. I suppose I wouldn’t mind a tea. Thank you.” He sounds strained when he says it, but he gives Newt a tight smile and accepts the cup at last. His fingers brush against Newt’s; Newt inhales shakily, and Hermann’s elegant eyelashes give a little flutter. Go to prom with me, Hermann, Newt thinks.

“R-right,” he says.

#newmann #maria's fanfiction tag

[suffering-and-happy-about-it]

An Unlicensed Therapist (A Steven Grant One-Shot)

Description: Your life was simply too good to be true - a bunch of the best friends on the planet, a job in one of the best attorney offices in Manhattan, and a nice guy you were seeing. But one day, your best friend Carly suddenly decides to get married to her boyfriend of five years... And that was when you felt like your life was crumbling apart.

Prompt: You are the maid of honor at your best friend's wedding, but you are single and sad about having to attend solo. Stressed and grumpy on the long flight there, you have a few too many drinks and pass out, drooling, on the shoulder of your seatmate. When you arrive at the destination, you are mortified to discover that your handsome seatmate is the best man.

A/N: Yes, I am mentioning the Jen Walters (She-Hulk (2022)) and it's because I really love her character (Tatiana is slaying!). Also, don't worry, Marc will be present. This is more of a bridge to get me back into writing because I feel like I've been slacking in this department in the last few months and I'm not really having fun with the series I'm writing for atm and I was relentlessly dragged into the MK fandom by my one and only, @missdictatorme. This is for you baby.

Pairing: None, really but Steven Grant x fem!reader, I suppose?

Word count: 5.1 K

Warnings: Well, the reader getting drunk and pouty, Marc coming off a bit of an angsty bitch at first, me hoping I didn't screw it up, break up and besties cheering each other up.

The plane around you was fucking crowded. More than that. According to the plan Carly had sent you via e-mail, your seat was located in the very front of the craft. As you walked through the small row between the seats, bumping into other passengers either with your bag or ass, you could feel the sadness and anxiety spiking in your chest. How did you even get into this mess of a situation? Well, to understand it, you had to travel back in time. Not for much, just two weeks' worth of it.

Two weeks ago:

To be honest, you were fucking tired. It was only Monday and were barely standing on your feet with how fucking tired you were. With big trouble, you barely slipped out of your high heels as you hung your keychain on the stand, balancing your cold coffee in your other palm. Taking a long breath, you finally stood in the small hall of your dark apartment, stretching your neck. It felt like you hadn't found a moment to simply catch a breath, sit down, and relax in the last few weeks, whether it was the weekend or labor day. Truth be told, the situation was pretty tense in the attorney's office you working at - you and all the other concipients were working harder than a pocket watch, trying to help all of your attorneys out. Even the lawyers themselves were pretty much clueless when it came to this particular case. Well, clueless wasn't the right word to use, but they were somewhat hesitant to propose any specific steps. This was something that rarely happened at Goodman, Lieber, Kurtzberg & Holliway, GLK/H, or GLK&H for short.

So yeah. Your work life was pretty stressful at that time. With a long breath, you decided to sit down at the dinner table while going through the post you were carrying from downstairs - without a second thought, you swung your feet onto the chair next to you, pouring yourself a big glass of wine while looking at all of the envelopes. There were a few interesting ones that caught your attention - one of which was your mother sending you a postcard from New Mexico (where she was vacating at the time), a few leaflets from your favorite boutiques across Manhattan (where you shopped when you wanted to look fancy for a work occasion or a formal one) and the last one was a small, pink envelope with a few hearts drawn all over it. Looking at the name of the sender, you realized it was your absolute best friend Carly who was sending you a letter. Not knowing why she did so (when she could literally pick up her phone and send you a text or call you), you picked a small knife and carefully opened it up... Realizing it was a wedding invitation.

For quite a bit, you stood still with the envelope in your palm and knife in the other, reading through it again and again, trying to understand if she was just fucking with you or was being serious. Your brain wasn't catching up, it seemed so. Sure, she and Kevin were an amazing couple (one of the sweetest you knew and one of which you introduced, in fact), but they never even spoke of proposing to one another - and suddenly, you were asked to be the maid of honor. Not too long after that, you were dancing your victory dance while dressed in your silky robe, a towel wrapped around your wet hair, a coal facial mask smudged all over your face, and Carly on the phone with you, explaining to you that this entire Hawaii wedding was a sudden, spontaneous idea.

Soon after, you got into all of the preparations, and let me emphasize that it wasn't exactly the most fun thing in the world - to make everything in your life work while simultaneously trying to create the perfect wedding. But honestly, you'd do anything for her. Now, on top of your very fucking stressful job, there was a whole wedding you helped to organize with the help of her mom and sister Aggie. At moments, you were thanking all the gods that you were specifically trained for chaos specifically (GLK&H was nothing more than chaos), otherwise, you wouldn't be able to compute the amount of information you needed to remember. While you were the one helping Carly with anything she asked you for, from making sure that everything will be prepared on time and according to her expectations, you were simultaneously helping her with picking the dress, the bouquet, the make-up, and... How did you manage not to get insane was beyond you.

At least you got some great help in the guest department and the bachelor and bachelorette parties - Kevin gave you his best man's number (to your surprise, the number was reserved for London) and let you two figure it out as a team. You never called each other, you never had a FaceTime or anything... You only sent each other texts and lengthy e-mails. The mysterious Steven, as the man introduced himself to you, was nice enough to check every e-mail you were about to send to the guests, the resort, or other agencies you were in contact with, and on top of that, he was making sure that there was everything in order. He honestly made everything so much easier for you. And voila, two weeks later, you had it all set in stone and sorted out - everything on your list was checked, and there was nothing left to do. Everything was to be absolutely perfect for the newlyweds... Shame the extended weekend wasn't about to be perfect for you.

The whole time you were pouring your heart into the preparations, you were sure that this guy you were seeing, Lucas, was about to be your date - sure, you weren't living with each other, but you were seeing one another on an almost daily basis and used to do all sorts of things together, sleepovers included. For the longest time, he presented himself as the prince charming you always hoped to meet one day. Lucas was very attentive and loved to spoil you; he stopped by the office on your lunch breaks just to bring you a coffee or lunch (and to tell you that he can't wait to hold you in his arms later that evening), he took you out and seemingly enjoyed doing even the most boring activities with you. Naturally, you assumed that prince charming was coming along. Who wouldn’t be up for a short vacay in Hawaii? It was a fucking dream coming true. Yet, just before you were about to drive off to the airport, he walked up to you, looked you in the eyes, and put his palm on your shoulder... And broke up with you. Imagine it. You were standing there with your mouth open, dressed in very tight cycling shorts and an oversized, ugly Hawaiian shirt (which you borrowed from Kevin) with an enormous straw hat on top of your head while this dreamy, almost too-good-to-be-true guy is holding your shoulder in his palm, telling you that it would never have worked anyway. That he was bored. That he had met someone else the other day. And that he fell for her, saying that he’s so sorry for not going with you to the wedding.

Well, you thought to yourself, fuck me, fuck him, and fuck this. You were in deep fucking trouble (not really, but you loved being dramatic). With your head held high, like the fighter you were, and your cheeks wet from tears, you drove yourself to the airport, telling yourself that you’ll make it the best wedding in the world nonetheless. Your ma didn't raise no quitter. You didn’t need a stupid man by your side to feel happy. You’ll just order enough margaritas to make yourself forget his face and if you’d be lucky enough and the known wedding superstition will come true, you’ll have the best man bending you over by this time tomorrow. In Hawaii.

Let’s say that this didn’t go as planned either; half an hour later, after going through the control of your luggage and ticket, you were sitting in the middle of the airport with an over-sized iced chocolate latté that had too much sugar in it with your headphones deep inside your ears, listening to Diana Ross and Jen’s voice on the phone. It was early Friday morning and you couldn’t call Carly to cry about what kind of son of a whore Lucas was (since it was literally her wedding weekend), Nikki wasn’t picking up and Jen was the only one who was most likely already up and getting ready for yet another day in the GLK&H. She was also one of the nicest and calmest people you’ve ever come across; you weren’t exactly besties, but you surely could call one another a friend.

Her phone was laying on her table as she put on her make-up, leaning into her mirror - so you could perfectly see each swoosh of her mascara and brush along with her forcing her double chin out just to make you giggle (since she quite literally didn’t have one). “Listen to me, Y/N.” - The woman said in a firm voice, putting her lipstick on while doing so. - “You are one of the most persistent, strongest, and stubborn people I’ve ever met. Like seriously, the office would fall apart in flames if there wasn’t for you and Nikki being our damn concipients. And I mean that. Like, without your constant hard work, information research, and cheering up, we’d be nothing - a hot pile of trash. You’re the driving force of GLK&H and don’t make some idiot make you feel otherwise, yeah?” - With that, she jolted, picked her phone up, and walked over to her closet.

“Yeah.” - You whined in a high-pitched voice, holding back the sob as you tried to dry the tears off your face. Your mascara was running all over your cheeks and the expression on your face was resembling a small child's who was throwing a tantrum, but Jen’s words made you genuinely feel better. So, you managed to crack a small, almost pathetic smile for her. “There is my tigress! Hello, I've missed you, sugar!” - She cheered, her voice filled with support. - “So, tell me now, will there be any handsome men that might take over Lucas’ spot, even for the weekend? You know how weddings go."

"Jen!" - You exclaimed with shock, laughing at what she had just said. This made her chuckle as well. - "I don't really know. It's gonna be a really small wedding, you know, just family and closest friends. And most of them seemed to be coupled anyway." "Then what about that Steven guy? He never mentioned he'd be having a date and from what you've told me, he made your life so much easier... And from the e-mails you've shown me that were sent by him, the guy really knows his grammar and is very polite. That's a promising start?" - Jen guessed, shrugging her shoulders as she pulled out a red turtleneck. She looked like a bombshell with that piece of clothing. - "You know what? Don't say anything, it'll be a surprise. What you gonna do on board the plane is that you'll order as much alcohol as you can. And trust me, girl, you'll have 10 hours to accomplish exactly that."

That happened two hours ago. Now, you were walking to your seat with your handbag, still dressed in that oversized monstrosity and very tight shorts while slowly moving forward, waiting for all the passengers in front of you to find their seats or to simply sit down. Most of the attendees were flying over by the next flight, but you needed to arrive sooner to make sure everything will be prepared for them, taking all of the weight off Carly's shoulders. After fifteen minutes of awkwardly standing around, you finally managed to walk to the front of the economy class, looking right at your seat - the problem was, there was a guy napping there already. Looking around nervously, you bit your bottom lip before bending over to him and shaking his shoulder nervously.

To be frank, the stranger was very handsome from what you could see. His black wavy hair was styled messily, there was a visible stubble on his cheeks contrasting the soft, rosy lips. The features of his face were giving you some kind of Spanish teacher on high school vibes - you liked the curve of his nose and his dark brown, sleepy eyes as he tried to wake up. "I'm really sorry but I'm dying to get on my seat, sit down and let my legs rest. I was waiting in that line for a long time." - You explained quickly, pointing to the seat next to the window. The man turned his head around with confusion, looking at the seat and you before picking himself up in hurry. - "Sorry, miss. I've been dying to catch a bit of sleep, I'm on the plane since yesterday evening."

If you'd be in a better mindset, you'd immediately notice the thick British accent that you had just let slip past your radars altogether. You couldn't be bothered, to be honest, trying not to cry all the fucking time. Plus, the man was nice enough to apologize to you so there wasn't anything strange about it. "Off to Hawaii too, hm? What for?" - You asked while letting him help you with your luggage, slipping past him to sit down in your corner.

"My best mate's wedding. He finally decided to hit it off with a girl he's been seeing for the longest time, good for him." - The gentleman answered immediately, offering you his right palm to shake hands. He was holding your bag in the compartment with his left hand still. This piece of information would tell even the biggest idiot that the man standing right in front of you, the handsome gentleman, was the mysterious Steven you've been exchanging e-mails with for the past couple of weeks. But, apparently, your brain decided to take a vacay as well, leaving you and your stupid ass on your own. - "Name's Steven, in case I could be of any help. Could be useful since we'll be sitting next to each for the next ten hours." "Totes." - You agreeded, shaking his palm. - "Name's Y/N. In case I could be of any help."

As soon as you both sat back down, Steven dozed off right after he fastened himself, knowing well he won't be up to even listen to the instructions. As he told you, he took off early Thursday morning just to get to the USA and to Hawaii from there - plus Marc was being a pain in the ass for the past few days, borrowing the body during the night again. So, because you were listening for both of you and your sleeping companion, you were paying extra attention, practicing all the moves the crazy nice flying attendant was showing to you - while knowing that in the next three hours, you'll be either dead asleep or drunk beyond socially acceptable. As soon as she reached the two of you, asking what you'll be drinking, you told her that you'll have a double margarita. "And what can I get for the gentleman?" - She asked you, assuming that you two are most likely traveling together. Not that you'd be complaining though. "Oh, he'll have a double shot of vodka. You know, poor guy, flying gets him all railed up. Just look at him." - And to make the situation even more comical, Steven snored loudly and flapped his mouth. The woman gave you a funny look but didn't ask further questions since alcohol was all-inclusive in economy class. As soon she put the glasses in front of you, you took a deep breath and looked at them.

"What is that awful smell?" - Steven mumbled sleepily, opening his eyes just to see you clinking the margarita glass and shot. - "Dear Lord, lady. You'll feel sick, you know that right?" "I know, yea." - You answered with a resolute nod, kicking the entire shot inside your mouth while trying not to puke. Fuck, that was some good vodka right there, burning your throat as you gulped it. Giggling, you covered your mouth and let out a long breath, shaking the feeling off. What you didn't notice was that the man was watching you intently, furrowing upon seeing your eyes getting starry.

"You're not feeling alright, are you, mate?" - He whispered quietly as the first sob left your body, making your shrug your shoulders as you tried to keep it in. Then, with tears running down your cheeks, you turned your face to him and shook your head. This time, the man carefully put his palm on your shoulders, all the empathy showing on his face. - "Wanna talk about it, love?" While being the typical gentleman Steve usually was, he brought all hell broke loose upon him, which was a fact he realized much, much later. At first, your rambling was coherent enough for him to understand that a guy broke up with you just before you took off to Hawaii (which also explained the empty seat between the two of you), which Steve deemed an absolute dick move. Sometime between your third and fourth shot of vodka, you started to cry about your job (he only understood that you were working as a concipient) and at the seventh one, you were barely making any sense. Steve was humming, patting your shoulder, answering "Of course, yeah" or "Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that, love" whenever he seemed fit.

Four hours into the flight, he really couldn't understand a single fucking word from your heartbroken, drunken, and crying speech. So he continued on with patting your shoulder, looking aside with boredom on his face. You were going on and on and on. 'I don't wanna interrupt your train of thoughts, pal, since even you thinking about spinach is more interesting than whatever she is going off about...' Marc's voice popped inside Steven's head suddenly while the other man was staring at Steven through the spoon laying on the small table, making Steven jump on the seat a bit as he suddenly woke up from a slight trance, looking around with confusion. It could be heard that Marc thinks you're simply yet another crazy airplane lady he had heard so much about and wasn't taking you too seriously. Your eyes were piercing through the profile of his face, clearly trying to figure out which of the four Stevens is the real one, waiting for something. 'But I think that Little Miss Sunshine over here just asked you something.' "Could come again, love? I got lost in my thoughts." - Steven asked nonchalantly, giving you a small, warm smile. "I asked you if you think I'm pretty?" - You repeated the best you could, leaning your elbows into the armrests between you. The man rose his eyebrows in surprise, clearly being caught off guard by that question. At first, the answer seemed to be a very long 'Ermmmm...' as Steven thought about what could be the answer for a drunk lady.

The man looked in your face with literal puppy eyes, nervously fidgeting his fingers around, holding onto his trousers. Pretty? If you were pretty? You were gorgeous, to be frank. Even in his dizzy, sleepy state, back when Steven introduced himself to you, he was able to catch your pretty smile as you shook his palm. Back then, your hair was tidily framing your face as you tried to hold yourself high, trying to make up for all the pain and sadness inside. And now that you were drunk, you were not only gorgeous but adorable as well - he liked your face all warmed up from the alcohol and your eyes shining as you stared at him as if he was the most handsome man you've ever seen... Which sort of hurt because he realized that you were just drunk out of your mind. Trust me, Steven very much realized you're an absolute angel and if he had the balls to go for it, he'd tell you that you caught his eye immediately... The problem was that Steven was being a Steven and a red alarm was going off inside his head.

'What should I do? What should I do? What on Earth should I say, Marc?' - Steven yelled on the inside while looking into your face with his eyes popped a bit and his mouth open. 'First things first, you need to calm down, pal. Drunk women are one of the most dangerous beings on this planet because one wrong word can make them burst into tears. And this girl has clearly been through enough already.' - Marc assumed based on the raccoon eyes you were rocking, trying to keep Steven cool as he was about to guide him through this minefield. - 'What happened to her, by the way? I was taking a nap and woke up when we had a drunk girl sitting next to us.' 'Her bloke broke up with her just before she got on the flight.' 'Oh, wow. I take everything back. That's a dick move. It makes a lot of sense now.' - Marc mumbled apologetically even though you couldn't hear him. He felt like a dick himself, calling you crazy and all that. With that, he looked an intent look on you. - 'What do you think?' 'That she's gorgeous and before you manage to oppose, mate, it's not because she's paying me attention, thank you very much. I wish you would see before she got bladdered, her smile was so... Adorable.' - Steven answered, finally closing his mouth as he gave you a warm smile. Damn, he knew you won't remember any of this by the time you'd be getting off the flight, but he was keen on giving you the answer you deserved - especially after what happened to you.

'Steven, that would be a low fucking blow - telling you that you like a girl just because she's paying you attention. Geez, you really think of me that low, huh? We both know that you're a handsome man, come on now. Alright, alright, listen up - here's the game plan.' - Marc opposed heatedly and Steven could literally feel him rolling his eyes. He'd definitely tell that to Steven if Grant wouldn't call him out first. "Y/N, love." - The man answered after a long with, catching your palm in his to make sure he has your full attention. - "Let me start by saying that your beauty doesn't depend on one twat's opinion and you shouldn't let the break-up mess with your mind, alright? But if you'd like a more sincere answer, I think you're an absolute killer and in my opinion, you're stunning. So, what you're gonna do for me, love, is that you'll pick your pretty chin up and make sure you'd make the guy jealous if he was here with you, alright? Could you do that for me?"

At first, the muscles in your face contracted a bit before a huge smile broke out on your face... And it was so contagious that it made Steven smile back at you. - 'Good job. See? Wasn't that hard, was it? Now ask her if you can take a nap because I can feel how drowsy and tired you feel, Steven. We don't want you fainting, do we?' "I'm going to nap for a bit and I'll listen to some music. Would you want to share the headphones?" - Steven asked quietly, holding back a long yawn. Bloody hell, he was really sleepy. And so, with a grateful smile, you let Steven slip into the empty seat next to you, took one of the headphones, and closed your eyes as well, falling asleep while listening to some calm indie and pop music.

Well, let's just say that wasn't the story a few hours later - six to be exact, as a big thud made you wake up. As expected, you didn't remember the better portion of the night. Holy fucking mother of God, you thought to yourself, moaning as you caught your temple. You needed a Coke, a glass of water, and some painkiller asap. For some random reason, you had a headphone in your left ear, listening to Cavetown. You were only able to identify the band because you, Carly, Nikki, and Jen sometimes put them on during your road trips. As you clicked your tongue, you realized that the spot under your lips if drenched - realizing it was your own saliva. Oh, God. Oh no. What if Steven was already up and saw what happened? Oh shit, that would be embarrassing. You might've planned on asking him for dinner if he'd have the time after his wedding plans. And shit only got worse as you opened your eyes, realizing you're laying on someone's shoulder. Your heart was racing so fast that you started to sweat as if you smelling like an opened bottle of vodka wasn't fucking enough. Horrifiedly, you looked above just to see Steven's sharp jaw and black locks. He himself was, thankfully, still asleep - his temple was leaned into the seat's headrest, his lips opened wide. Holy fucking mother of God, you repeated while ripping the headphone out and standing up, sneaking around the sleeping man to disappear as quickly as you could.

As you walked down the stairs, you put chewing gum into your mouth and covered your eyes with sunglasses, putting the enormous straw hat back onto your head. Good, you thought to yourself as you let a deep breath out, good. You got dumped yesterday and you beslobbered all over that really handsome and very nice guy who was listening to your fucking bullshit. Great. At least it was a stranger who we won't ever see again. Thank fucking God, I wouldn't be able to look into his damn eyes again. Walking down the stair and into the hall, you could almost immediately see Carly and Kevin standing in the welcoming crowd, holding two huge handmade signs - one has your name all over it, beautified with hearts, clouds, and stars (which was clearly done by Carly herself) and the second one spelled 'Steven Grant' - the mysterious Steven, you thought. The greeting was amazing - all three of you laughed happily, Carly showing you her engagement ring as you two happily jumped around, performing the victory dance you were known for around the office. Sure, Kevin pointed out that you smelled like a fucking pub, but as soon as you told them what happened (since Carly naturally asked about Lucas), they both nodded and promised you that this will be the best weekend to get over him. They even mouthed that Steven would totally be all over you as soon as he'll meet you - He is a total innocent sweetheart on the outside, Carly whispered, but you know what they say - it's always the quiet ones. Try spending time with him, I think you two will click.

Turning your head around, you saw Steven the Gentleman, as you decided to dub him, walking in your general direction - your face got sweaty as you turned away from him, trying to disappear into the crowd, praying that this guy had never even seen Kevin. But he was coming closer and closer. And when he stopped right in front of Kevin to shake his mate's hand and hug him with laughter (kissing Carly's cheeks right after, congratulating both of them), you knew you were fucked. And not just fucked. You were about to die from embarrassment - you wanted to dig your own grave and let Carly bury you six feet under; you knew well that she shares the sense for drama, so she'd be on board for sure. At least he took the shirt off, not making you feel even worse. If Kevin would ask why is he wet for... Oooof, you'd faint. You'd start crying and run off, proclaiming that your social life is absolutely non-existent. But as soon as Kevin brought Steven's attention to you, you managed to draw out a very awkward smile while offering him your palm, pretending you've never met this dude ever in your life.

"I'm Y/N, you know, that girl you were correcting the e-mail after. If that would be of any help." - You said quietly, your face heating up once more as you tried to stay calm. The man could feel your palm shaking and sweating, but he didn't note it as the gentleman he was. When he woke up with your saliva all over his shoulder and you nowhere to be seen, he wasn't upset or anything like that. If anything, this thing you deemed embarrassing proved to him that the entire flight was totally real - that it wasn't just his dream. You were real. "Oh, totes." - Steven smiled, rephrasing what you said before getting hammered - this caught your attention and made you smile a bit more genuine. - "Name's Steven, in case I could be of any help."

"Steven, when did you start saying totes, dude? Never heard you say that." "Oh, I met this really sweet lady yesterday. She was very nice." - Steven answered with the sweetest smile, making you smile as well. But, in any case, you were determined not to hang out around Steven too much so he wouldn't think you're even more coo-coo than he already must've been thinking.

Well, let's say... That didn't go according to the plan either, did it?

#steven grant x fem!reader #marc spector x fem!reader #the moon knight baby #i did it #mom are you proud #and honestly it was so much fun #i hope the MK community won't strangle me to death because I hope i got the characters at least somewhat right #steven comes across as an innoncent 24/7 confused poor soul to me #and marc can come across a bit strong to me at first #until he gets to know someone better #ALSO JEN WALTERS CAMEO BE LIKE HELLO #I LOVE HER #mcu imagine #mcu fanfic #based on the portrayal of moon knight (2022) as seen in the series #oof i'm nervous #moon knight x fem!reader

[nynxhaswritersblockk]

Just a little something I was thinking of while looking through my old Wattpad account and the library I had on there 🙂

TW: Guns, italian Mafia, threatening, kidnapping, yk the drill :3

You always made fun of those cringy Y/N fanfics, "I put my hair in a messy bun and didn't put on any makeup" - It made you laugh. "Sold to Harry Styles, "Sold to one direction", etc. Ofcourse as a teen you read them, typical stuff that a middle, or even Highschooler during your time would do. You remember sitting in your bed when you were 13, it was 2012 at the time, you were reading those "Creepy pasta/ Jeff the Killer x Y/N" stories; Thinking back on it it was a good time, you were young and practically innocent, if not a little dirty minded due to the smut you read, but does it really matter now? Your favorite genre had always been something else though, not being sold to Harry styles or running away from home and joining the creepy pasta; a phase you got over just a few years ago, no it was something else, "Being sold to the mafia." Thinking back it's more cringe than the rest, considering that no mafia boss is a good looking, tall and muscular italian man that would buy you off your parents and call you "Amore", no, the mafia is cruel and if they were to own you, you'd just be a toy to their old, grumpy, ugly and overlooked by wrinkles boss.

You're twenty-four now, wow big age, huh? You have a loving partner and a stable job, engaged even, planning the wedding and all. Currently your husband is on a work trip, it's November third 2023 (remember this date very well), your birthday was just a few days ago and sadly you had to celebrate without your loving fiancé. The couch has become your comfort space, the chocolate lab you own laying next to you, snorting in his sleep. "Lil trashcan" is what you call him, though his actual name is "lucky"; The nickname came from him eating everything, not eating, more like inhaling.

"Lucky," You whistled after, making sure to get his full attention as you turned the TV off. He looked at you with his big brown eyes, blinking stupidly. "wanna go to bed, big guy?" You ask sweetly, scratching that specific spot on his back, the one that make his leg twitch slightly and tail wag faster than usually. You get up and pull his blanket away, he gets up, stretching on the floor and yawning, a loud high whine. You blink a few times, confused as to why your dog was always exaggerating everything.

A quick stop in the kitchen to grab your phone from it's charging station, stupid to put in the kitchen you may think, but useful when your phone is on 5% and you need a Recipe to cook something. You check it, three missed calls from "Mom", one missed call from "Dad" and four missed calls from "Liam", your brother. "Jesus" You mutter out and dial your mom's number, as she is the most calmest when you miss her calls.

"Sweetie?" Her voice calls out over the phone, slightly shaky, you're concerned now. "Hey mom, is everything alright?" She is still for a moment and you can hear your brother say something from behind her. Liam is your older brother, he's twenty-seven and even though you got the usual younger sibling treatment from him, you love him to death. "Mom?" You call out again, snapping her back to the call, "Yes, sorry, sweetie!" She quickly says and begins speaking before you could, "How fast can you be over at our house? We have something to discuss with you" She says, sounding concerned and nervous. You look at the time, it's 1am, why is she still awake? "Uhm.. I can be there in ten?" You offer and she sighs in relief, weird. "Good, see you then, sweetie!" She doesn't say anything, instead hangs up and leaves you just as confused as you had been before.

"Guess we're not going to sleep, huh? Wanna visit granny?" You say to your dog, smiling a bit as you pat his head. You put his leash on him, put on your shoes, grab your coat and pocket your phone, then you head out. After a good five minutes of trying to get your dog in the car, finally managing it, you sit in the drivers seat and start driving. A calm drive in the rainy night, a million thoughts raced your mind though. What could be stressing your mother out so much that she asks you to come over at one in the morning?

When you arrive at her house you spot a black car with a strange License plate on it, it's not an US one, neither is it from any other countries on the continent called America. You shrug, thinking it probably belongs to your mom's neighbour. You get lucky out of the car and head for your mom's door, before you can ring the doorbell it opens and you're met with a man in a black suit, he looks to be in his late thirties, early forties, maybe even older.

"Uhm Hi? Is my mom he-" *He pulls you in the house, your dog being pulled in with you as he shuts the door loudly, grabbing the leash from you and pulling the dog with him. "Living room." He says harshly and pushes you forward. Goosebumps make it's way on your skin, a lump in your throat and the hairs at the back of your neck standing up. Heavy steps lead you to the living room, your brother is sitting on the couch, a gun held to his head by a similarly old looking man, his pointer on the trigger and ready to press it at any moment. Your parents, old and frail people that devoted their life to raising you properly, stand across your brother, looking stressed out. Tears pricked at your eyes at the sight. "M-Mom?" You mumbled out, looking at her nervously. You hear the gun at your brother's head cock and your gaze snaps to the sound. "What is going on?" You whisper quietly, seeking eye contact with your brother, but he avoids it. "My my, what a sweet young woman, mh" A voice says from behind you, you turn around, your breath caught in your throat. He looks old; wrinkles around his dark brown eyes, a strong jawline, bushy eyebrows, prominent cheekbones and full lips; A creepy smile on his face. "To answer your question, your brother here has given us a slight bit of trouble," His italian accent is thick, not something you would enjoy though, "and I'm giving you a choice now, either you come back with us to our beautiful, sunny italy and I'll marry you to my son, because he's looking for a wife or your brother gets his brains blown out right infront of you and your parents." Time stops around you, you feel dizzy, a weird feeling in your gut that makes you want to throw up. Then everything is gone, the last thing you feel is your head hitting the floor and your mom's shriek as you faint.

A few hours pass by, atleast you think so, then you wake up. Duck tape over your mouth, eyes covered with a blindfold, ankles and hands tied together with rope. Where ever you're sitting is a moving vehicle, your best guess is the car you saw outside your parents's house. You want to cry, tears pricking at your eyes as you breathe heavily, the tape over your mouth restricting your breathing and stressing you out; you feel like fainting once again.

#mafia x reader #mafia boss #yn

[dana-chan-the-control-brain]

I'm not anon but I just came here to say they're right for liking Dadler and they shouldn't be afraid to say it. I understand why people don't like him or the idea of him being redeemed and I understand they feel very protective over Sun and Moon but like...

Nuance exists, people. Someone can do bad things in their past and become better later on down the road and they shouldn't just be written off as bad forever because of their past actions, ESPECIALLY if they're trying to make a change and repent.

Also, wasn't Dadler under the influence of Afton? So, like, very much not making his own decisions when he did those awful things? Obviously Sun and Moon are under no obligation to forgive him and Dadler trying to be better doesn't erase the trauma that he caused... but isn't it better that he TRIES to do good and repent rather than just remain some evil bastard forever? (And again, Afton's influence not his own choices.) Honestly the parallels between him and Moon are kinda obvious and we can't ignore them just 'cause Moon is our little scrunkly and Dadler is the one who hurt him.

Oh wow! I didn't expect such an insightful ask like this. Lol

Yes, Dadler was under the influence of Afton when he built Sun and Moon, but how much is up for debate in Lofi, which is made a little more clear in Dadler Lives Au.

Like Afton's influence and how the glitch works in my fic is that it basically gatekeeps your own serotonin away from you. Doesn't matter if he eats healthy, or actually gets his necessary vitamins... It's Afton's government-mandated happiness now and property of Fazbear Entertainment. "build the robot, robot builder!"

or... "kill the kids, child killer" if you want get real technical about the glitch and the cult.

Not only that, but you can't sleep. Physically, at all. And there will just be instances when Afton is directly in the pilot's seat.

Keep in mind, Afton does not have the strongest influence under Handler than VANNY. (for reasons I can't say but I feel readers have picked up on what I've been hinting at before it's explicitly stated)

Vanny is the most possessed that Afton has ever gotten with a human. A successful Successor to his "legacy" (of murdering kids in rabbit costumes. lol)

Handler is just.............. Afton's toilet paper. Needed for a specific purpose, he doesn't care enough to keep him around if he rebels and will throw him away once he's done what he needed.

And there are many guys like Handler that got infected through email in other branches. Although the number is small, Afton just wants to grow and increase his numbers and keep growing. The Plex is homebase.

But, there were some things he could control. His choosing to keep a level of distance towards his creation and his overall rudeness towards them was his own decision. A lot of things were his own decisions. But due to lack of sleep, and having a voice constantly YELL at you when the murder bot WON'T murder... you can say makes him irritable and grumpy and a little desperate to do what's needed.

There are sometimes when the real Handler pokes through in Lofi... but it's very rare for those who are looking for it.

Sun and Moon never met the guy on a "good day" .... all his days were bad days filled with sleep deprivation and drugs. (his substance abuse will be addressed in the lives au don't worry. it's only one chapter so far and there's a lot of shit planned)

And also, due to my personal experiences and background, I actually do like this kind of redemption story with parental figures cause it's an escape and comfort to me. I know it's self-indulgent and not many people will go for it due to their own personal experiences. (and you are 100% right. It is up to Sun and Moon if they actually want him around or not. Sun is being willing, but he hasn't forgotten. And he's a lot more confident now then the last time Handler saw him)

Lol I still get comments on that fic saying that they want to kill or continue to beat the guy up in the fic. And I don't mind those comments, I actually love them, cause they're also right. Although I do think people need to take notice of the FIRST-person perspective of the Handler Lives AU.

...You are no longer the Y/N.

You are the Dadler now. This is his perspective. His reflections. His story.

The Y/N from Twins is now T/N. ...."their name..." cause Handler can't read nametags. lol

But again, the Dadler Lives au doesn't detract from Lofi. It's just something I made for myself for funzies as a little side project to develop some ocs and minor characters.

And I trust people's judgment to know if it'll be their thing or not.

#danachan's replies #I didn't expect an ask like this but I'm glad I have it #danachan's rants

[penname-artist]

Excuse me while I vomit fantasy AU plans I can literally never commit to because [redacted redacted redacted redacted re]

Living in a world overrun with fantasy creatures, but that's just normal. There's no clear segregation and there's no clear war of discrimination (yet or that we know of) but there just. Are creatures. Everywhere. Support your local centaur blacksmith today.

(No but seriously I am fucking wholistically obsessed with centaurs and if given the chance I will run rampant with them, don't bring them near me I WILL start gnawing on horse person AU plans specifically-)

Modern fantasy??? Like we still have royalty and knights and castles and shit but ALSO it's the 21st century and nobody goes to war anymore this is all just for pagentry because the internet loves aesthetics (and the royal family is usually just a bunch of fame-hungry streamers, let's be honest with ourselves)

Nick. As royalty. Fucking sends me. Fuck you I will have my foolish horny rich prince however I want. He spends all day thinking about how pretty he is, he has no alternative thoughts, except maybe looking at other pretty people and going "I would fuck that" or "I would let that fuck me" etc etc

WORLD OF CARS ROYALTY AU THOUGH????????? LIKE- a royal family made up of helicopters. Castles designed for all manor of vehicles. Shipyards and harbors become commonplace for large gatherings. Fancy clothing translated as detailed liveries. VEHICLE KNIGHTS. WHY ARE WE FUCKING SLEEPING ON THIS IDEA GUYS, WE COULD RULE THE WORLD WITH THIS SHIT

Magic is very fun, imo, and we need more of it. But not like more normal magic, I want like cool weird magic. I want magic rules that haven't been used a hundred million times over. Maybe some people can wander through wormholes. Maybe some people can, idk. Burn bread. I'm rambling but the point is magic

Apollo totally needs to be a naga / snake person in a fantasy AU at all times. He would have some Kaa or Cheshire Cat vibes (let's not connect the dots to that with some of the fics I've written in the past) but also he would just be extremely sassy and fashionable like that.

Help I accidentally made a whole folklore story about two gods that exist and rule (indirectly) over a fantasy realm and now this idea lives in my head rent free and I literally can't get it out. Every time I grab it Nick goes "think again bitch!" and starts skipping around and laughing evilly while evading my every attempt to WordsTM

Funny story I've attempted to tie together a WoC universe fantasy AU THREE TIMES NOW and - again - it lives in my head rent-free and evading authorities. I will smite this bastard, you watch. it's going to happen. I will force it to sit in a chair and exist to spite itself.

Other combo-deal AUs I have slept on if not slightly dabbled with: royalty AU but they're mermaids and shit; royalty AU but they're bird people and shit; royalty AU but it's an excuse to write another sappy Blade/Nick story because fuck you I said so and shit

Windlifter being royalty also but in secret but also we kinda always knew (it's totally canon you guys)

I will not be questioned on this, Cabbie is a goddamn centaur, period. No refunds. He grumpy he sleppy HE TAKE BIG STEPPY. (excuse for the Smokejumpers to ride in a wagon behind him and do The Skyrim BitTM on the regular) Also Dipper because...because.

Dusty gives me "normal guy on the surface, absolutely cursed monster demon spawn entity trying to be silenced" vibes

Maru = Eda the Owl Lady. Fuck your society I will be a witch however I please!!

Hi do you accept pirates because that guy in the grey with the 81 over there, yeah that's a pirate now and he's supposed to be getting his own Our Flag Means Death crossover ONE OF THESE FUCKING DAYS

I don't care what Blade is as long as it's aesthetically pleasing. A king, a prince, a knight in shining armor, an outcast sorcerer, a cursed deity, literally a plot device I DON'T CARE MAKE HIM LOOK SEXY IN ARMOR AND WE'RE GOOD

I think I'm done for now thank you for listening to my rant, these will never be finished unless they are when I stop psyching myself out of doing it because it's always a big project, have a good one

#disney planes #disneyplanes

[smalltownfae]

This is a post asking for contemporary romance books recommendations.

So, seems like I am in a weird contemporary romance kick – which is a genre I never cared about before in books. I always enjoyed it ocasionally in movies or korean dramas. Love that for me tbh because I am exploring something new. The problem is that I am so terribly picky and I can't tell beforehand what will and will not work for me in this...

All I can tell is that I like the character dynamics of the ones that I enjoyed and that I seem to love opposites attract and that doesn't necessarily mean grumpy/sunshine (which seems to be a popular trope). Seems like the books also need to be queer in some way, but I did enjoy Book Lovers even though that was an heterosexual one. Usually funny books work the best for me in this genre and I have been noticing that the ones I find funny are by authors from the UK (not surprised at all about this tbh), but I also think I would enjoy something dramatic. I mean, Glitterland had an mc dealing with mental health and got quite heart hitting at times. Seems that I also like series that focus on a different person in a friend group or something. For example, a character is introduced in the first book and they are just a friend of the main character or a sibling or whatever and then they get their own story in the next book in the series.

This is all to ask what are the standouts in this genre? The ones that you love, especially if you are also picky about contemporary romance and like when it makes you laugh or cry (preferably both).

I have been adding books to try on my tbr, but I still don't exactly know where to start.

Books I really liked so far:

Glitterland by Alexis Hall: I had some little problems with this book, but overall I found it dramatic and very funny. I liked to see a main character in romance that was quite unlikeable too and stated that his behaviour could not be excused because of his mental health. I found it pretty unique. I enjoyed Boyfriend Material, but not nearly as much and since that series seems to go on with the same main characters getting married and then having a baby or something I don't think I will continue because those are not the things I like to read about. I do want to read more books by the author though and I plan to continue the Spires series soon.

Heartbreak Boys by Simon James Green: apparently I like YA if it's funny and it doesn't happen in a school setting. This also had some bits I didn't like that came out as a bit preachy, but it made me laugh out loud and the premise is so petty and messy it could only be good (to me).

First and First by Santino Hassel: Fine. I am putting my hands in the fire with this one. I know about the mess surrounding this author now, but I didn't when I started this series (my fault for not researching names I guess). There are two specific scenes I hate in this book, but I would be lying if I said I didn't like it a lot overall. It is messy, a bit kinky and has a lot of smut that makes sense for the plot because it is about a guy learning to let go and not be embarassed about sex. I can't help liking both main characters and their dynamic, but I bet most people would hate it. It also looks quite not set in reality because some of the stuff here is wild and everyone is like "yeah, this could happen" 😂 This also made me like the word "baby" to refer to a love interest just like Robin Hobb made me like the word "beloved". Authors, please, let me be a hater. Still hate the "babe/babes" version even though I tolerated it both in this series and in Glitterland.

Book Lovers by Emily Henry: This was good. Read it last year and I can't remember having any issue with any scenes tbh which makes it weird when I say it's the one I enjoyed the least out of these and yet I would still rank it the highest... I will probably try more books by this author.

Did not like: Red, White and Royal Blue and Get a Life Chloe Brown was good except for the sex scenes. (Unsure if I should try any more Tahlia Hibbert because apparently I dislike the word tit as much as I dislike the word shaft. If it's used once or twice in a book I can bear it but not often)

Authors to try: Cat Sebastian (read 1 book that was ok and I am currently reading the sequel but they are historical romance which surprisingly is not what is working for me at the moment); Ashley Herring Blake and Alison Cochrun.

#contemporary romance books #book recs #booklr

[spiritelectric3]

My Journey Through Homestuck Act 3 (Pt. 2)

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! Time to prioritize my heroic destiny over the heat death of the universe!

This post goes from page 002842 to 003053

-Yes. This is all about Jade's pet.

-So he's a god. That's good.

-The pet was foreshadowed by the PUMPKIN!?

-wait, what pumpkin?

-Why does it feel like Jade is on the "The Witness" island?

-Also crater lagoon is an unoriginal name.

-As shocking as it is to John that is father is just an ordinary guy who likes to keep clowns around the house, I immediately get the sense that something is up. This room is constructed too specifically to not have a secret compartment. Also, even without the clowns, there is still a sense of performance in the room, with the cards and the handcuffs, which we already know John's dad knows a trick around. John may not be able to judge this book by its cover.

-Did the Midnight Crew predict the realm of darkness? Actually more importantly, is Midnight Crew canon to the series its fictional in!?

-Cool. New character Jack Noir. I think I'll just call him Jack.

-Heheheh. Fourth wall.

-Is he evil, or is he just grumpy?

-Also, I'm a little unsettled by the implication that everything important in John's life has immediately become the basis for the entire culture of the dark realm (and presumably the light realm). It's such a strange notion to take a single household, and rapidly world build an entire civilization such that nothing in the house is out of place.

-Y'all, I think he just doesn't want to wear the hat. He shouldn't have to wear it if he doesn't want to.

-Boring, but this really is the best way of doing the fetch modus for this circumstance. Again, John likes to wing it, so this is perfect for him.

-Ah yes, because everything in this series goes well when you fire something up and see what happens.

-Also never mind on the fetch modus thing. This is way worse.

-Imagine eating build grist

-He's so fancy now.

-Fruit gushers aren't candy though

-Wow. I can't wait for Betty Crocker to become lore relevant.

-Wait, is Jade's pet the adult in Jade's life actually? What!?

-I like how whereas the parents and adults are eldritch because they are adults whose behavior is strange to children, Becquerel is just an incomprehensible beast.

-So he is a dog! Cool! I'm assuming that he is, for all intents and purposes, a dog.

-At least Jade has a good relationship with him.

-I can't wait for Homestuck to become the Fly

-Why is every adult in this secretly an agent of God or something?

-*** ****, **** ** * ********* **** **** * ***** **** ************ ******** ** **** ** ***. *** **** ******. **** **** * *** ****, **'* ** ********* ** **** ****. (I was advised to cut this. Basically it was me putting forth the argument that John is "as cisgender as they come", though apparently there's a popular interpretation of John as transfem based on info that comes up down the line. So, instead I will list the four main characters from most to least eggy they come off to me thus far: Rose, Dave, John, Jade)

-Also this attitude feels so shitty after we just saw Rose be put into hell.

-Why does Jade have a robot?

-Why does Jade need a dream robot?

-Someone else will do the dance in late act 4.

-Interesting portrayal of dream logic.

-If the robot dies, does Jade die for real?

-John's birthday package? On John's birthday!? (p a c k a g e)

-Ooh, another flashback.

-Ah, yes. The Hell of winter birthdays... You know, Andrew Hussie very well could have just put all of the birthdays in different seasons. But NOOOOO, they're all gonna be in WINTER!

-The TROLLS! Do we love them in this household? WHOOOOO KNOWS!?

-You know, I know just enough about the story of homestuck to actively question to what extent the series was planned

-What do you mean John? You finally have a poster for the Joker movie! (He would have one, wouldn't he?)

-Huh. This is like the first time the comic has cut from a character going from one place to another. This is both intriguing and terrifying.

-Wait whaaaaa...?

-Also I love how every character in this is constantly slowed down by problems which require the most inconvenient solutions.

-I can't wait to find out who through this spear several acts later

-OHHHH NOOOOO!

-Oh, okay. Well, I'm glad Jade's gift has some use.

-Wait, in the future/the actual fucking now that is just being introduced, there is a time sniper pointing at the WV (Wayward Vagabond) hundreds of years after the apocalypse happens in OUR modern day?

-Oh. Never mind I guess, but can you fault me for thinking that HOMESTUKCK would do something like this?

-Oh ha ha ha. His name is Aimless Renegade and they have an AR. That's infinitely clever. (I'm being sarcastic, but it actually kind of is)

-Wow, I can't believe Andrew Hussie looked at pictures by M. C. Escher.

-Wow. I can't believe that Homestuck Act 3 is making me look at Homestuck Act 2 to prove a point (The posters were unchanged in Act 2. I would venture to guess that this is some multiverse BS).

-Actually, if we're sticking to the name puns, would that make WV... West Virginia?

-Tbh, I'd be more concerned that the posters have looked like that to Rose since before the meteor hit

-Ah, more perception shit in a comic entirely about perception.

-Also, here's a quick note. Most of the Lightners and Darkners we've met are known by two words that are easily put into initials (WV, PM, JN, and AR). I want to note that every character here has done the same thing with their screen name (GG, GT, etc.), which is different from their actual initials. One wonders what the difference between traditional initials and these screen names is.

-Also to Rose: OBJECTION! The rules of Sburb have explicitly been that Rose can only see what John perceives, so if John can't see the scribbles, then neither should Rose. (Also this is probably wrong logic, but I don't care FIGHT ME FIGHT ME FIGHT ME FIGHT ME)

-Or maybe John's dad is clown obsessed, but doesn't like to keep the clowns in his room, what do you think of THAT!? This is evidenced by the magician shit he still keeps in his room anyway! HA! IN YOUR FACE!

-AHA! YOU JUST SUGGESTED THAT THE SCRIBBLES WERE A RESPONSE TO WHAT THE FATHER WAS KEEPING AROUND THE HOUSE! PLUS, HIS FATHER KEPT BEING THE ONE TO CORRECT JOHN WHEN HE CALLED THEM CLOWNS AND NOT HARLEQUINS. (I should note here that I do not fail to see the irony that Rose is explicitly failing to make these same observations about herself).

-Something I'll note is that this is being framed as John's journey to make, but it's Rose who has to do the building. That isn't to say that John isn't doing any work, but he's not the one doing the main progression thing. He's kind of just grinding.

-I like that Jade's instrument isn't that absurd if you think from the capability of growing arms.

-Whaaaaaa..? Is this where we get to the everyone has their own planet thing?

-WAIT! Is that why Earth doesn't matter? Cause killing Earth is effectively killing one person. (Also forget coming up with people's planets, what's Earth's person?)

-So Jade already has a path to the medium, but a very different one. Huh.

-Wait, are the kingdoms of Dark and Light the afterlife?

-Aw, this is adorable... for a scene of two people being shot at.

-Let me guess. There are like... 2 other towers right?

-ha ha IRONY

-I like how John's gift to Jade is presumed to be wonderful on little info aside from the fact that Jade ACTIVELY DISCARDED THE GIFT

-I'm gonna be completely honest. I have absolutely no idea how this new hole pattern is achieved, and why a conditional or wouldn't just make an arbitrary item with some aspect of either/both item.

-HOW TF DOES OVERLAPPING CARDS GET YOU LESS HOLES!?

-Ohhhhhhhhhhh waaaaaaait. I get it now. John is scanning the cards overlapped. Not punching them. That's how you get less holes.

-Okay, this is actually pretty Molly Millions-core (Someone please get that)

-As useless as a lot of these items are, this is certainly satisfying my neurodivergent need to know so many combos.

-Interesting that symbology is incorporated into this. I mean, you'd kinda have to if you wanted a system that understood what a hammer was. (Ah, yes, phenomenology. Time to spend five hours talking about tables).

-Also, game design wise, this is a pretty cool weapon customization system. Probably one that I'd actually use. Okay, mini rant though: What is up with the over reliance on weapon customization in video games? All that does is require you to constantly give up on your comfort objects in favor of a ridiculous power creep. Just let me pick a weapon early on and role with it, or at the very least, let the weapons be more about personal taste. See, this is why I like shooters like Half-Life and Bioshock (not Infinite. FUCK Infinite). They actively work to invite you to come up with your own fighting style based on which weapons you gravitate towards. Or at least be like Adaca and force players to try out different weapons due to things like ammo and not a stupid sense of quality control that's really just the developers making one number higher than another. Okay rant over.

-Also, it's obvious which ghost dad poster was gonna work.

-Also, why not prioritize the pda/computer combos? One of the biggest challenges thus far has been keeping consistent communication with Rose. Why not ensure easy access?

-I love that ---- (has his name been revealed yet? Do we even know?) led Dave to a big fight just so he could win and THEN give Dave the game. Something something "He just wants his little bro to be better" probably being why he's a known problematic fave on tumblr. I mean, it would be stupid to not give him the game at all. Presumably all of the adults know about the incoming apocalypse, and the need for these kids to succeed.

-Also, why did he destroy Cal?

-OMG he has a fucking iphone

-I... don't really know what's going on in this sequence.

-Also it's really fucking weird how she's texting John in the dream in real like.

-Are the clouds how she sees the future? That's a bit weird

-It's nice that they're accelerating Jade in time so we can adjust less.

-This is some petscop shit

-Wait. The fucking og meteor was ancient. THE FORESHADOWING THAT THERE WERE METEORS WAS A METEOR IN A DREAM!?

-Wow. Rose is an architect.

-Ah, the record on dave's shirt is broken. nice touch

-Awwwwwwww

-I love how it is still just a little spiteful. Oh, Rose, you are such a joy.

-John's gift does feel just a little bit passive aggressive.

-Oh, God. I'm gonna have to go back so I can keep track of the trolls. Can't wait until I have all 12 (though tbh. It'll probably be easier once I can see them).

-Also, this was a while ago, but I can't get it out of my head. John's supered up outfit has real drag king energy. I actually might be tempted to dress like that depending on the circumstances and how I'm feeling, which makes June Egbert make a little more sense. Not saying John is an egg. Just saying that I like the outfit, and John rocks it.

-Okay, so GA (why so many Gs?) is super intellectual or something. I wonder if the 12 trolls split up such that 3 of them must seek to torment exactly one of the protagonists

-Aww, they'e getting along

-AT's assertion, knowing the trolls have some time traveling capabilities, is a little unsettling. Did Dave not do nothing wrong?

-Also this conversation is getting uncomfortable

-You know what. Dave didn't do nothing wrong! HE'S DOING SOMETHING WRRONG RIGHT NOW!

-I am dying inside

-I am dying inside

-I am dying inside

-Good on you TA! I don't know who you are, but I'm rooting for ya!

-As for the future people. It's interesting how Homestuck focuses on teenagers when these characters carry an atmosphere of behaving like children playing with toys, except the toys are guns.

-Wow. AR is just pissed at everything.

-Also Jade grandpa

-I like the storytelling choice of building up all the stuff about Jade's grandpa and guns, and then for that to lead to AR having a fuck ton of them.

-AR NOOOOOOO!

-Oh my god. THEY ARE ALL CRAZY

-I can't believe he just veered to the left and shot the sphere

-Oh my god. Is this just to deliver a present?

-Wow. The old man isn't dead. Huzzah

-This is actually really sweet.

-Also, based on what little I know from the fandom, I find this blue and green dichotomy fascinating. John even wrote in blue. I wonder to what extent green is just how he's been presenting. Oh, god damn it! John is an egg!

-This time travel shenaniganery is... interesting.

-No more hat! No more hat!

-The guitar thing actually worked?

-Hey! He's finally drinking the juice without fearing that it is piss!

-What the fuck is the plant?

-Wait. The void sends things back in time?

-Is that a motherfucking FLCL reference!?

-Wait, WHAT!? THERE IS SO MUCH HAPPENING OH MY GOD!

-I don't even know wtf was happening with those copies of sburb, not to mention ALL of the weird time travel shenaniganery going on here!

-I think I get it now. Homestuck was not meant for Andrew Hussie. Homestuck is a god meant to be brought forth by some other prophet who fell absent, resulting in a false prophet becoming true. Now the god seeks to dig into our souls and bring forth what it has meant to this whole time.

And that's it I think. The story's certainly ramping up, and we finally got Rose to the medium.

Okay, so some quick housekeeping. Firstly, I think I'm just gonna... not do the longer analyses. Firstly, the college school year has been going a bit, and I have both schoolwork and extracurricular projects to prioritize. Secondly, there is a lot of info in homestuck, much of which has not been revealed, and it is too easy for me to make claims that are proven false way down the road. It's one thing when I do so off the cuff in these posts. It's another thing when I make a bold statement that falls apart. As for the "What is Act 2 about?" question, I think I'm just going to settle for it being about the characters who hadn't already taking the steps needed to rise to the challenge that they must face for the remainder of the story. John must get his bearings and focus on getting to the top, and Rose and Dave begin their quest to get the remaining sburb copies in earnest. That's good enough for me.

As for our actual next steps, next up is the intermission, which I should be able to take care of in one post. First though, I plan to take a look at Jailbreak, one of the previous mspaintadventures, as an example of my own intermission before we get all game of thrones in Act 4, which I believe should take about five parts, if I'm staying on my "roughly an hour" setup. For now though, I'll say that we ALL KNOW I'M STILL AT THE TIP OF THE ICEBERG.

#homestuck #my journey through homestuck #character analysis #story analysis

[attiredpan]

The Crew of the Quasar

Captain - Klishi Thintoc (She/Her)

•Does not take shit nor suffer fools (looking directly at the Kazon)

•Tired Mom doing her best

•Coffee or Raktajino isn’t strong enough to wake her up, so Andorian Arctic ice bath and both it is

First Officer - Shuxo Cornicx (He/Him)

•The one to decide who Rosal would be under the adoption/care of specifically(he had already chosen himself the moment he saw her)

•Klishi and him are a divorced couple and the fallout can only be described as ‘the Klingon equivalent to the live performance of Silver Springs by Fleetwood Mac in 1997”

•A Very Good Dad

Navigation - Zaxor (He/Him)

•Younger sibling who you assume is the older sibling

•Tired™️ and Constantly Worried™️

•Genuinely an Incredible Chef but always worries he’s gonna set the ship on fire or something

Communication - Tonari (She/Her)

•Was planning on being a tailor but life had other plans.

•Major history buff, you ask her about anything history related, you had better fucking listen to her (this is a threat from me to you)

•An older sister figure to Rosal

Helmsmen - Kulivi Vea (She/Her)

•Basically Rosal’s aunt, actually she’s everyone’s aunt. You need an aunt? Well here you go

•Helped her through dealing with the telepathy and mind reading abilities when she came into them at the age of nine (as she had priorly been expected to not have them at all) as she is the only other person of Betazoid decent on the ship

•More or less the ships counselor

Tactical - Jedzu Vas (They/She)

•ABSOLUTE FUCKING ANGEL

•Unjoined Trill who will blow your ass out of existence and can also give you the best haircut you’ll ever have in your life

•Is also kind of the ships counselor in addition to Kulivi

Engineer - Kakasa (He/They)

•Grumpy Old Dude, literally just some guy

•Do not talk to him while he’s focused on something they will not respond, they are in their focus zone, just let him work

•Does not understand how they got here like he had a good thing going with engineering and stuff and then next thing they know he’s here

Doctor - Povia Th'vhaaqis (They/Them)

•Are they McCoy reincarnated? The whole quadrant says yes

•Big ‘I don’t get paid enough to put up with you people” vibes; Tonari and Zaxor agree

•Also does not know how they ended up here, everything was great then BOOM cmo of the most patch worked crew of a ship in the bumfuck nowhere quadrant

Literal Child - N’Azeth Lyra Rosal (She/Her)

•Formerly named Lyra Roccaforte, she was aopted by the crew after an accident with the wormhole seen in The Price(TNG) which slung both the Quasar and her family’s vessel into the Delta Quadrant, where they now reside. Out of her family, she was the only survivor.

•Half Betazoid/Half Human. Which complicates things a lot when she wasn’t even expected to have the abilities typical of a Betazoid and was not properly prepared for them when they arrived

•So Many Issues™️ and kinda knows how Joan Of Arc felt. Heterocromia from her fathers side that skipped him with her right iris is typical Betazoid Black and left being grey

#star trek #star trek voyager #star trek oc #my oc’s #oc | klishi thintoc #oc | shuxo cornicx #oc | zaxor #oc | tonari #oc | kulivi vea #oc | jedzu vas #oc | kakasa #oc | povia th'vhaaqis #oc | n’azeth lyra rosal

[unseelie-grimalkin]

😍 : What does your OC find irresistible in others? 💌 : How would they plan a romantic evening for a significant other?

😍 : What does your OC find irresistible in others?

Tríona: A sense of grounded confidence. The loftier the confidence, the less attracted she is. Confidence in one's skills though? Tempered by a clear sense of caring for others, by gentleness wrought by choice? 🥰 Even if it's hidden by a sense of grumpiness or prickliness, she's good at finding the light cracking through built-up walls and seeing it for what it is. Confidence and kindness, in tandem, together, usually in a blunt and straightforward way so she really gets that's what it is and does not think it's a ploy to trick her into something. So what I'm saying is that she finds Flannán's closet show-off behavior the hottest thing ever and she's SO MAD ABOUT THAT GUYS-

Ronit: Voices, specifically how they carry emotions. The more emotion you can put in, the more varied these emotions get, the better. Shae yelling at her with concern and anger all at once triggered her initial interest, and then she started mentally classifying them as her muscle for schemes and plans, yes, definitely not an instant crush based on curiosity about how one could fit so many emotions in one soldier, definitely not.

Lachtna: Hmmmm. Oh, this is hard, the guy's something of an open net. Easier to answer what he finds irresistible in the long term than the short (because if I answer in the short, we will be here forever). Long term, he wants someone who'll have his back, even at his most monstrous. Acceptance is very appealing to him. Also good hair, he finds good hair very irresistible, he likes playing with hair (his own, other people's [if he has permission]) while he cuddles and boy howdy does he like to cuddle.

💌 : How would they plan a romantic evening for a significant other?

Tríona: She has been planning this for months. Not down to exacting detail, but she's been workshopping an outline for months in between duties and projects. She leaves herself enough flexibility for if things go wrong, but also to be spontaneous at the moment and adapt to the needs of who she's going out with. Like she's done research, she'll know your food sensitivities and preferences, along with other details she can get from polite observation, she's gonna do something that'll make the other person happy because if you're in a relationship with her, Tríona has a high priority for making you happier than you can imagine. Overachiever in that regard, some might say while blushing all the way to their moobs.

Ronit: If she's actually planning and not doing something spur of the moment...then Ronit plans romantic evenings like heists, and I wish I was joking. She makes dioramas and assembles a team to go undercover (if necessary; things like restaurants, shows, that sort of thing, if Shae showed an interest in those, which is unlikely. She's relieved that Shae likes simple picnics; no team needed for a picnic). The whole nine yards. It's not overly showy, if anything, she takes pride in all the mechanics of her planning being invisible and never telling Shae ever beyond a whimsical joke that she overthinks about them and everything that surrounds them and never going into detail of what that all means ever.

Lachtna: Never fully plans beyond "hmm. Date night" and then uses keen observation, knowledge of his partner, and whims to guide him. He's confident enough to make it work, too.

#caitríona rowan #ronit doyle #lachtna ó faoláin

[koolkat9]

So i had a GerEng thought and of course im going to come and share it with you.

So i was drawing both 2p and 1ps (side to side for comparison) and the thought i had was:

How would 2p!Germany(Lutz) and Arthur be like? I had the same thought with Oliver and Ludwig. But focusing on Lutz and Arthur at the moment.

For me at least, Lutz has major golden retriever energy like man is on the go all the time. And i feel like Arthur would be overwhelmed at first but would get used to it (also Lutz would tone it down a tad too).

I think the relationship is full of major puppy love, especially from Lutz. And at this moment i cant really think of more 😓.

Also this is just Golden Retriever boyfriend x Goth (or punk technically)

LutOh hell yes! A great thing about regular GerEng is its big cat bf x dog bf. This is even more so with Lutz. 

He is a himbo, golden retriever through and through while Arthur is a grumpy old cat. Opposites, but really cute. 

When Lutz wants to befriend someone, he will do everything to spend time with them. He also tends to gravitate towards grumpy people because he wants to make them smile (which is why he’s best friends with 2p Italy, one of the grumpiest of the 2p cast). So when the world merging happens, Lutz sets his sights on Arthur. 

Ludwig is having a lot of meetings with Arthur, trying to figure out how to seperate the worlds again though that plan later changes to figuring out how they’ll coexist with two nation representatives. Anyway, Ludwig does not trust leaving Lutz at home (because the 2ps are living with their 1ps for the time being) because he seems to have a nose for trouble. 

Anyway, while Arthur is working on plans/spells/magic, Lutz decides to keep him company, talking his ear off, cracking jokes, offering to help, etc. At first Arthur finds it annoying and snaps at him a few times, but eventually he finds it amusing and sweet. 

Lutz would probably test Arthur’s patience sometimes, but Arthur could never stay mad at him for long. He knows Lutz only has good intentions and he has the most adorable guilty face, so Arthur can’t stay mad.

Lutz is very clingy, cuddly and affectionate, anytime, anywhere. Arthur acts like he’s annoyed by it, but he loves feeling wanted and Lutz is happy to give him that feeling.

Lutz loves to carry Arthur around. Arthur on the other hand finds it embarrassing, but he also kind of likes it. He's getting use to it though he definitely isn't ready for it to go beyond when it's just them.

Though Lutz may be physically strong, he's extremely naive which makes Arthur pretty protective of him. He just doesn't want Lutz's extreme loyalty and trust to be taken advantage of.

Lutz on the other hand is protective of Arthur when it counts. Normally he's a chill and friendly guy, but if Arthur is in danger, Lutz would not hesitate to swoop in. If someone hurt Arthur they would not want to be left alone with Lutz. It takes a bit of proding but Lutz has a temper.

Lutz is afraid of dogs. Arthur is helping him get over it.

Lutz cannot sit still. If you want to get him to stay in one place, you have to give him something to focus on. Art hur has become an expert at this, putting on music, a movie, cuddling and talking, and fidget toys. 

Lutz, like Ludwig, shows his love through acts of service. He’ll help Arthur in the garden, with house work, etc. Arthur shows his love through gifts, specifically hand made ones. Lutz especially loves Arthur’s woodwork, though Arthur is the least experienced in that craft. Lutz even keeps the pieces Arthur messed up on and discards because he thinks every piece is beautiful in their own way. He also helps Arthur bandage up any cuts and injuries he gets while working. 

Lutz knows exactly how to make Arthur laugh. Lutz still gets butterflies whenever Arthur laugh. 

Honestly, they’re really cute and I now love them. Thank you!

#hetalia #hws #gereng #geruk #engger #1p england x 2p germany #2p germany x 1p england #hws england #hws germany #2p germany #headcanons #hetalia headcanons

[blackberrybrambles]

Oooh! And talking more about the future, which of them is the one to decide they do want to be friendlier instead of just polite? To let go of the resentment and want to form something more? I assume some of it happens naturally, but maybe there is a realization one day?

I'm guessing it would be Sun or Briar first taking those steps, since Sun makes an effort to be polite despite his anger, (although maybe it would be harder for Briar since she is aware now that mistakes can happen by ignorance and might fear taking the wrong step might earn her more ire from the fae) and Moon seems to be the angriest about it all.

But I wonder how that hurt might be walked through in this case. In the lore post it is said that Moon by choice of his diet is completely shunned by the majority of his kind. Maybe he'll get to relate to Briar in that loneliness where she can never return to all she knew? Where she now must live apart from her own kind, kind of like he does (even though it wasn't really by her own choice?)

More fun questions :3

As far as just being friendly goes, that falls on Sun. He's just generally better at being social than Moon is, for a variety of reasons. But Moon does also eventually chill TF out and just become this grumpy guy that Briar has a lingering fear of due to their history.

As far as things getting romantic/sexual... Well. Lets just say the planned event involves some mead, some intoxication, and all three letting go of their inhibitions. But I'd say that it still falls more on Sun to get that ball moving, just because of his general roll as the one to encourage things to progress past a specific boiling point.

As for the hurt/comfort aspect; it will largely fall on Sun for a good, long while because Moon struggles to form emotional connections to others. He even has his moments of being emotionally distant from Sun. Despite them being married. Sun is just better at dealing with these issues and it takes a long while for Moon to start coming around. Though his attempts will have been there long before Briar has reached the point where she's made aware of them.

And speaking of lore! There's a lot more relating to Moon than meets the eye. His background is very, very complex. And a lot of his behavior (like his socialization issues) track back to that.

#fun stuffs #anyways #to anyone reading #prompts are always welcome #cause y'know #story building

[anditvanisheslikemist]

1, 2 and 12 for Jamie, Matty, and Nico, perchance?

😊😊😊 Thank you for the ask!

(Questions from this list; characters from this 'verse.)

1. What's the worst possible snz scenario for your OC and why?

For Matty: To him, sneezing in front of anyone except Nico feels like the worst thing ever... and he doesn't love sneezing in front of Nico, either, because Nico's going to gently remind him that stifling just makes things worse. So he's just generally grumpy about it no matter what. (Sorry, Matty. If you would take your husband's advice, you would be in less pain, and less grumpy, but no, you have to be stubborn about it. *shrug*) I think the worst worst would be if he were really in the spotlight, like giving a presentation or talking to his boss or something. Definitely worse in front of people he knows than strangers, who he can just glare at and they'll probably fuck off.

For Nico: Anything that puts all eyes on him in public/in a work setting/etc. If something sets off his allergies? It's going to be prolonged, and intense, and people are going to gawk. And he's generally made peace with that out of necessity, but he really, really wishes he didn't have to. He's eternally grateful to anyone (strangers or friends) who will just sort of ignore that it's happening unless there's something concrete and immediate they can do to help. Close friends are okay to comment on it because he knows they're not going to go overboard. And Matty is Matty. 💙

Jamie: Jamie is very go-with-the-flow about it all. I would say... he would hate it if it stops him from doing something specific that he wants to do. Otherwise, he doesn't really care. He's apologetic, but in the sense that he feels bad for interrupting the other person. Or sneezing on them. He's kind of notorious for realizing a second too late that he's going to need to cover and not quite getting his arm up in time.

2. If your OC has allergies, when and how did they discover them?

(putting in a cut here because this is already getting lonnnng!)

Nico: It's always been this way. As an adult, he's gotten good at handling it, but every time he things he's got it all figured out, he finds a new allergy trigger. Frustrating. (For him. Not for us!)

Matty: I don't have him totally figured out in this regard, but the one I do know is that he's moderately allergic to cut grass, at least if he's up close and personal with it. When he lived with roommates: no problem, he'd just take on some other chore and let one of the other guys mow the lawn. Now that he and Nico have a house, it's up to him-- if Nico were to try, he just straight up wouldn't be able to breathe. Every summer Nico suggests that they could just hire someone to mow their lawn for the season. Matty thinks that would be a ridiculous extravagance. He'd rather just suffer through.

Jamie: I'm also not sure of the full picture on allergies for him, but the most obvious one is dogs. Specifically Matty and Nico's dog Jupiter. He'll react to most/any dog, but with Jupiter it's on a whole other level. (And that's with all the extra grooming/vacuuming/etc. that they do to make sure Nico's okay around their pets!) I do have a fic planned at some point for that first dinner at Matty and Nico's house when he discovers all of this for the first time...

12. Are there any special circumstances that will almost always result in your OC getting sick?

Matty and Jamie both work in the writing center at a university, so they're constantly exposed to a whole campus's worth of germs. The times like midterms/finals when all the students (especially the undergrads) are trying to write their papers at the same time, as the weather is getting worse and everyone is sick and stressed, are times when one or both of them are definitely going to get sick. Usually Jamie goes down first. He's the one sitting shoulder-to-shoulder with somebody to help them with their paper no matter how sick they are. Matty's the germophobe, which protects him for a while, but at a certain point he's going to succumb as well. There's a line in Sweater Weather:

"Every year, huh, babe?" Nico says, look up and back at Matty, who looks like he's trying to leave this conversation through sheer force of will. "Something about December. I feel like I've seen you sick for Christmas more times than you've been well."

Nico isn't particularly susceptible to illness (also not particularly immune; just middle-of-the-road, somewhat sick a few times a year and really sick maybe once every year or two) and also works from home, so there's not a ton of exposure. Izzy also works remotely and they have a co-working setup at his house, so if she gets sick (usually from Jamie, who got it from work), he might or might not get it too... but the main thing would be that if Matty gets sick, Nico's almost certainly getting it. Matty sometimes tries to quarantine himself in the guest bedroom and Nico just rolls his eyes and tells him he's being ridiculous and drags him back to bed and takes care of him. 💙💚

This was really fun!!

#more asks welcome #i really enjoyed writing all this out! #hindsight 'verse #replies #every time i hit edit the cut moves #weird...

[successionmanga]

Chapter 47

Lord Orbus is eating food, thinking that everyone is heading to Neue Favrille. Belca is working on the cure so, in a sociopathic sense, The Plague was a blessing in disguise. Also, Orcelito is in his grasp so he has a perfect story to form: Kiliko tried to take the throne and Orcelito helped him by killing Prince Hector. A messenger comes into his room and Orbus asks if he has any news from Neue Favrille. Eco's song about Belca is still popular so Orbus orders for Eco to found so he can be put to better use...

At Neue Favrille itself, the King's Sword are defending the nuns who escaped chapters ago. Eco is mad that a particular knight is kissing up to them...but forget him, Musca and Paige are talking. They sent the letter but Musca is worried that Orcelito will be unhappy with her, considering that she very much isn't in Shez. Paige assures that since bad things are happening, traveling is unsafe so they should stay put. Plus, the King's Sword is here so they should be fine. She is very much still afraid of the Hokulea being at the castle though but it turns out Musca has been talking to one of them (Shamrock) and, through empirical evidence, has figured out that they are not scary sinful monsters but actual people. There's is a good chance that people have been lying to her her entire life about them...

At Regia Solaris, Tenrou runs out of the bath because he isn't into beefy guys. Belca stops him and asks where Shingetsu is and Tenrou answers that she's looking for the knight with sun hair. This pisses him off because the Hokulea and the King's Sword are supposed to be mortal enemies but she's just treating them like people! Belca wants to search too but Linna forbids it, saying it's too dangerous. Belca asks what he can do then and Linna says they have to ask Tenko and Lord Lagen to see what can be done. But first, tea and custard buns for the grumpy prince!

Kiliko confers with his council that he has received a direct order that Belca is to be made the Crown Prince, straight from Orcelito. In his letter, Orcelito apologizes for getting Belca and Musca wrapped up in his problems and that while Kiliko was a dick to Belca, he asks him to forgive him because Kiliko isn't that bad. More importantly, he's useful so he asks that he uses him as a subordinate. Oh, and don't tell Musca about The Plague. Belca, being in the room, says he wants to find Orcelito to confirm this but Kiliko says he's missing. Belca wants to look for him but Lord Lagen's men are looking for Belca to kill him so that's out. Lord Lagen's men may also try to cure Orcelito but for all the wrong reasons...this confuses Belca because Lord Lagen is supposed to be dead, right?

Kiliko confesses his father is alive and that Orcelito specifically asked for Belca to not be handed over to him.

Thinking about this at tea time, Belca is still besides himself. He doesn't know why Kiliko is suddenly acting like a good vassal and he doesn't get why his brother is acting like this. They've known each other their entire lives and he still barely gets him. Linna says that's impossible because both have the king's blood but considering Reitz's history...oh wait, doesn't Belca have Rovisco's blood in him? It looks like he'll have to talk to Kiliko, as much as the thought annoys him.

Under the chapel, Orcelito is listening in on the guards and learning the senator's plans. Somebody in the cult's clothes comes and tries to kill him but he acts crazy to throw them off, believing it be a kind of test. The assassin leave, revealing herself to be Lilia who's disappointed at Orcelito's apparent insanity if still suspicious.

Sparrow Hawk shows up on the roof to greet Kiliko. Sparrow Hawk tells him to keep searching for Orcelito while leaving Belca's case to them. Kiliko plays dumb when he's asked where Belca is but Sparrow sees right through it, saying that his father is pissed enough.

Eco is eating lunch at the place we found him at the beginning of the manga before chatting with the waitress about carriages coming in and out of town. Meanwhile, Kiliko is making sure the people of the kingdom are accommodated (with help from Tenko) before Tenko brings him some tea when he's back in his room. He assures him it's totally not poisoned before Kiliko drinks it. Then Tenko asks him about the details on Hector's death, saying the official story is it was from The Plague. He thinks it was due to some medicine...but Kiliko's silence and Tenko continued questioning makes it clear who he thinks is really behind it.

Kiliko doesn't deny his final accusation that he was involved so Tenko draws his sword and pins him to the table. He doesn't kill him though; no, when Orcelito is found and The Plague is cured, then Kiliko's time will be up. Kiliko himself agrees. Then a guard walks in and sees them. Belca and Linna, serendipitously walking outside, overhear the commotion and rush over to see Tenko having knocked down the guard to defend himself. Kiliko says he and Tenko were just playing around and the guard (Crow!) is relieved, if injured. Belca blames himself for letting Tenko do too much so he asks to speak to Kiliko. First on the agenda: did he kill Hector? Kiliko says yes. But Belca says he's only hearing half the story and orders Kiliko to spit it out. Kiliko says he had hoped to become friends with Hector or at least control him but Hector was having none of his shit. The poison that Hector got actually came from one of Orbus' men. It's supposed to erode someone of their free will but with some people, it just kills them. Belca already knows why Hector was targeted: he wanted to reveal Rovisco's records. Belca tells Kiliko about what the Stone Capital's tre history is and Kiliko surprises him by revealing that he already knows. Belca asks if Kiliko wants revenge but Kiliko says he just wants to be free. He understands if Belca doesn't trust him but Belca says he does...because Orcelito does.

Belca tells Tenko that he shouldn't be aiming his vengeance boner at this guy...then gets up and forcibly fist bumps Kiliko, saying that he still owes him an ass-whupping for Linna and the Hokulea's sake. The chapter ends on that note.

#+c: sword and cornett #plus si #manga #review #two chapters left #let's do this