#hi ace if you’re reading this i love your comics

[cinnbar-bun]

Straw Hats- Reversed AU HCs

AU: In which YOU are the character of a very famous franchise, and they are regular people who are fans of your series.

Note: GN!Reader, crack, very unserious

Luffy

Thinks you’re neat! Super cool!

People think he doesn’t really “get” you and just likes you for your awesome powers and/or cool appearance, but he drops like an innocent yet profound tidbit about you that shows he really is thinking of you.

Honestly probably only has a bootleg figure of you courtesy of Ace. It’s goofy as hell but he adores it.

Maybe has one of those printed graphic tees.

Ace and Sabo joke about his love for you but then Luffy throws his slippers at them.

If he sees anything with you on it, he’s just gushing over it.

Loves finding funny comics with you online.

Zoro

Guy who likes you for your powers.

The same guy who is also a weeb in front of the mirror and tries to replicate your awesome moves.

Help his roommates caught him-

I think he’d get those compression shirts/shorts with you or a symbol of yours for when he works out.

Also the guy who’s working out to your voice like those ASMR videos so he can pretend you’re praising him and congratulating him.

Gets into fights with Sanji about who’s the bigger fan.

I don’t see Zoro as the type to “collect” things, but he’d probably have a keychain of you around his belt or something as a good luck charm.

Might even have an action and poseable figure of you like a Figma.

Nami

Likes you lots, but also recognizes your merch potential.

Works alongside Usopp to produce fan merch or zines for you to make money.

Has a unique piece of jewelry with your symbol/iconography to wear.

She’s not wearing “obvious” for merch, because she just isn’t about that.

Probably has a few very expensive figures of yours that are special edition or anniversary editions that she managed to get at a steep discount.

Reads a bit of fanfic but tends to mostly peruse fanart of you.

Tends to have multiple ships for you- she doesn’t really favor one over the other she just thinks they’re interesting.

Likes to do cosplays of your fits, though. She’s gotten very popular for her lovely cosplays. She tends to handmake most of her cosplays, but Usopp and Franky add to the amazing accessories.

Plays the gacha game for your series, and her amazing luck means she gets practically all your units easily.

Usopp

The artist of the group who has seen and had to do heinous things for a commission.

Unlike the others, he IS making a self insert and HE IS DOING ART AND COMICS WITH YOU AND HIM AS THE MAIN COUPLE!

Has made a name for himself of making doujins and art for you. His store has seen lots of purchases for his doujins.

Nami basically is his account manager and has made him raise commission prices many times in order to pay their rent and so he can realize how valued his work is.

He mostly just posts his work but does like answering questions from fans and posting about how awesome you looked in the new episode.

Always making art and stories from you.

Has done fanfiction for you but it’s mostly with his OC/SI and his artwork tends to be more well-known.

Always does special drawings for your birthday and various holidays.

Plays the gacha and has bad luck so he has to whale for your unit. He insists he prefers just regular console or PC gaming instead of gacha.

Sanji

Number one fan, he WILL get into arguments about you and inject you into everything.

All your figures, all your merch, all of it in one specific room dedicated to you. Sanji even has a lifesize figure of you in a cool/cute pose he religiously cleans (and prays to ngl) every day because AINT NO WAY HIS LOVE IS GOING TO GET A SPECK OF DUST ON THEM!!

His work as a chef makes him busy, but he likes to wear small things of you like a brooch or something on his uniform to cheer him up through the day.

Makes videos cooking things you cooked or dishes you liked within the series.

He sometimes shows off his collection and Zoro calls him a loser and they get into fights in the comments.

Commissions art of you (probably Usopp) to hang up in the (Y/n) room.

I feel like he would do a persona/self-insert but also I feel like he’d be like no!!!! I cannot sully my beloved like that!!! So he focuses on just you.

Blocks people who are fans of you and does not like shipping anyone with you, hell no his mellorine is HIS!!!

Has done fanfic, mostly self-insert, and that’s pretty much all he reads. No ships.

Robin

“Oh, (Y/n)? Yes, they are an interesting character. I like them.”

[1 Million word count fic series, tagged: slow burn, character exploration, heavy angst, found family, Book 4 of 7]

“I just think they’re neat.”

Probably the mother fic writer for you and/or one of your ships.

Doesn’t socialize much online, just tends to post and scroll through the fics for you and answers comments under her fic.

Likes to support her fellow creators so she does look into the art and projects other fans have made.

Does try to create her own aesthetics for her blog and fics, but sometimes she just commissions Usopp to make her things for her fics to fit her vision.

Is really into unique and often abstract or “dark” art of you.

Yes you’re her favorite character, yes she will still make you suffer in her fics and art for the ~development~.

It’s a running gag with her peers where they ask her how she will torture them next.

She finds the Nendoroids of you are quite cute, so she bought one to go on her desk.

Franky

Franky likes making garage set figures of you.

He’s also a bit of a dork, so he will often make you pose with a super sentai outfit or large gundam robots (since they’re also a part of his crafting hobby).

Makes videos showing off the new figures he made of you.

He loves you cuz you’re his hero, you just amaze him!

Printed a photo of the art your creator did where you guys were all dressed like super heroes or something- suuuuppper up his alley and he loved seeing it.

He likes collecting the manga/comics for your series and keeps them on his personal shelf.

Franky also helps Nami/others with specific cosplay accessories. Franky is known for his craftsmanship, so he’s made plenty of cosplay gear for others that are above and beyond.

Him and Usopp have collabed to create the original figures of you that Franky adores.

Does those videos where he takes cheaper/smaller figures of you and adds to the base and design to make it more “epic”.

What the hell is “fanfiction”?

Brook

Goes by the username “Soul King” and uploads his covers of your franchise’s music.

He really loves you though so he’s often rocking your shirts while he’s recording the music.

He does a lot of different genres for your theme covers- jazz, heavy metal, lofi, piano, music box- he’s done em all.

Whenever he’s not recording covers of his music and does streams, he very proudly shows his figure of you and a poster he has hanging up on his wall.

Also plays the gacha game, has pretty good luck but never with your units.

“Wow! 5 Sugo-rares! Who are they- GOD DAMN IT IT’S JUST THE OTHERS!!! RATE UP IS A LIE!!!”

Brook is a menace though and I’m gonna keep that under wraps for various reasons.

Maybe in the future I might explain further.

Jinbei

Jinbei is classy, unlike many of the others here (we will not name names).

He’s more likely to “make” his own merchandise for you.

Handmade doll with a lovingly sewn kimono, for example.

Fancy tea set that is painted with your symbols but it’s so subtle and chic that some of his viewers don’t even realize it’s from some random franchise he likes.

He prides himself on his traditional and handmade crafts and you’re just an avenue to experiment with them.

He likes to design the kimonos and outfits with you in mind and the season. He shows the process of creating it in these calm and quiet BTS videos.

Really they are beautiful and the amount of love and skillmanship put into the work he does is fantastic, it’s awe inspiring.

Does not know what a fanfic, a gacha, or what a “fan edit” is. He’s an old man he’s got things to do, man.

#one piece x reader #one piece #x reader #one piece hcs #reader insert #straw hat pirates #straw hats x reader #monkey d. luffy #roronoa zoro #vinsmoke sanji #Nico Robin #usopp #Nami #jinbei #jinbei x reader #Brook #soul king brook #soul king brook x reader #usopp x reader #nico robin x reader #robin x reader #luffy x reader #zoro x reader #sanji x reader #nami x reader #franky #franky x reader

[laikabu]

re: my thoughts on laios’s sexuality (long post ahead lol)

let me start this post with this. first, this contains a lot of references to the new adventurer’s bible world guide book released last february. i can read japanese, but i’m sure they’re translated somewhere. general spoiler warning in case. also… i am ESL, so sorry for any grammar errors

second, if you’re on the team that insists laios doesn’t care about humans enough to form relationships, either read the manga again or at the very least read this thread.

last, please don’t chime in with your acearo headcanons on this post. there’s already a majority of posts here that insist laios is acearo and that anything else is impossible. i don’t like it the same way i don’t like when someone declares they hc marcille as bisexual to a poster who reads her as lesbian. i already have enough people here who declare he’s ace on my own art. at least people on twitter of all places don’t do this sort of thing to me. nothing in this manga is canon, you can headcanon anything i won’t get mad if you hc him as bi or something. just. don’t be weird on my post.

okay. trust me, i love women, and i love the idea of making my favs women lovers but the idea of laios being gay really appeals to me because of his background. this isn’t fueled by yaoi since i don’t even ship the only m/m relationship i bring up here, i just think it adds a nice layer to his disconnect with his own humanity

i do think laios has a very abstract relationship with his sexuality for a multitude of reasons. he grew up in a very conservative backwater village. he has a hard time recognizing his own feelings towards others just as much as vice versa. i don’t really care for the “laios is a monsterfucker” agenda people are pushing but i do think he’d engage in sexual thoughts in his own weird way, i won’t deny his deviantart fetish shit

as an autistic person myself, i relate to how he’d prioritize his special interest over social interactions. after all, he was fixated on monster food so he’s distracted from dark thoughts. he’s not an actual glutton

he’s shy around women, but i don’t think it’s out of attraction. i just think it’s because he’s awkward and doesn’t want to be seen as a threat. there’s a couple of times when, out of armor, he deliberately tries to make himself look smaller and nonthreatening.

he didn’t show any interest towards ashivia (the hubby hunter girl marcille replaced) and just humored her because she wouldn’t leave him alone. his other party members thought he was giving her special treatment so he had to tell her he “doesnt want to give her special treatment anymore”(even though he never did), so she left

ashivia did her best to butter herself up to laios and he didn’t care, but laios thought shuro was his bestest friend in the whole world because he was too much of a pushover to reject him. ironically… what ashivia did to him parallels what he was doing to shuro

also… yeah sorry i keep bringing up that one comic of laios saying if he were falin he’d marry shuro and then begging him to take him back to his country, or that comic of laios wondering why he doesn’t like him(and then the first two questions he asks the magic mirror was what if he or shuro were women). i don’t even ship them! but it’s not a reach to assume that he likes men because of this, even if it’s kinda played like a joke(after all,a lot of people like chilshi even though their ‘shippy’ interaction was played as a joke)

of course, given the setting, i don’t think knows he’s gay, he wouldn’t have the vocabulary to label himself. i do want to dance around with the idea of him forcibly confronting his own sexuality after years of yaad pressuring him to produce heirs lol. laios might not be cishet but he’s a king so he rdgaf about that right now. i’m open to him having female consorts for political reasons, but i don’t think he’s into women, is all.

before anyone brings up his succubus… god forbid an author makes hetbait. a part of the plot twist was that not-marcille wasn’t the only succubus enticing laios, his other party members were copied too. she was the only one who approached him. also… succubi aren’t always inherently romantic. once it realized marcille didn’t work, it switched to appeal to his desire to be a monster.

#laios isn’t even in my top 3 fav but i gotta throw this out to the void #dungeon meshi meta #laios touden #dungeon meshi #dungeon meshi spoilers #kabru sexuality is easy cuz that dude is capital B Bisexual but laios has layers to it i feel

[havecourage-darling]

Teenage Dirtbag

Pairing: Eddie Munson x short, plus-sized, girly-ish, female reader.

WC: ~9K

Warnings: cursing, eddie being a lil bit of a horndog, unrequited but not unrequited love

A/N: This song screamed Eddie Munson to me and I had to write it, I don't know what to say for myself lmao I thought it was going to be 1K at most. Welp.

Masterlist || AO3

Eddie Munson knew he wasn’t the smartest person in town. He was far from the dumbest, Jason Carver took that title by a landslide.

In fact, Eddie would dare to say he was actually pretty intelligent. He wasn’t book smart, not with subjects he didn’t give a shit about, but he had common sense. Which, clearly, wasn’t so common – especially in Hawkins.

However, even Eddie had to admit that he was the dumbest son of a bitch on this planet sometimes.

The primary example was when he managed to fall in love with you, his English tutor. 

After Eddie had bombed the first major test – on his second go at his senior year – his teacher had assigned him a mandatory tutor.

“I know you think I don’t like you,” Ms. O'Donnell said, her sharp eyes softening when Eddie snorted, “but I want you to succeed. You’re smarter than you let on and I can see that.”

“Don’t feel bad. All teachers hate me,” Eddie joked, a thread of truth to it.

“Well not me,” she said, “and to prove it to you – I’m going to assign you a tutor.”

What? “Aw, come on,” Eddie groaned, “I’ll do better on the next one!”

Ms. O’Donnell rolled her eyes. “That’s what you said all last year. I was the one who signed off on you using my classroom for Hellfire Club you know. It’s been four years and I’ve seen some of the things you come up with. You’re good at writing, Mr. Munson. You just need to apply yourself.”

Wait, she knew about some of his campaigns? “Which I’ll do from now on!” The comical expression on her face indicated that Eddie was not getting through to her.

“Trust me,” she said, “she took my advanced placement course as a sophomore. She’s a senior, like you, and she’s willing to do it as a favor to me.”

“Is this mandatory?” Eddie winced when his teacher’s sharp gaze returned.

“Yes,” she said, her expression softening when Eddie slumped. “I’ll make you a deal, just let her tutor you for the next quiz. If you get higher than a C, with genuine effort, you can opt out.”

“Deal,” Eddie sighed.

And now here he was, four months later and definitely more than one aced quiz later, with you in your first sundress of the season. Eddie had been waiting for you at the library, the same table in the back – hidden behind the cookbook shelves – when you walked in. The thin straps drew his attention first, his eyes trailing down to the neckline which exposed the swell of your breasts in a way that had Eddie shifting nervously in his seat.

You’d apologized, sitting down hastily, your breath coming out in quick pants. Your car hadn’t started this morning so you had to ask Dustin, your neighbor, to borrow his bike to get here.

The image of you biking in that dress was something that he didn’t know he needed.

Like always, you pulled out your battered copy of The Great Gatsby and got to work. Eddie had read the book, you’d been right – he did like it – but spent most of the first hour watching you explain the chapters he’d been assigned.

There was just something about the way your eyes lit up when you started rambling about literary terms and characterization. You tended to speak with your hands, cherry-colored nails flying as you waved a hand in the air.

Oh, you were saying his name. “Are you listening Eddie?” You asked, eyes shooting him a knowing look.

“Shortcake, I always listen to every word you say,” Eddie joked, winking. A flustered expression overtook your face and Eddie watched your fingers come up to your hair, a sure sign that his comment had hit. He hated the rush of serotonin that gave him.

See? Complete dumbass behavior.

“Pay attention, you have a quiz next week and then we start working on your final paper,” you said, tapping his hand softly. The warmth of your skin sent an electric current up his arm and straight to his chest. “Here, I brought an outline of what I thought would be good topics for you to choose from. I’m partial to Shakespeare – oh don’t give me that look – but I listed other options too. Let me see if they finally got that book that I was looking for.”

Eddie nodded and failed to avert his eyes as you walked away. Your hips swayed as the black patterned dress rippled with your movement.

It wasn’t his fault, not really. Eddie glanced at the paper you’d handed him, your handwriting neat and precise. He’d been dreading meeting you when Ms. O’Donnell had mentioned your name. You weren’t a cheerleader but you basically friends with the whole squad. He’d seen you at parties when he was selling, you always seemed nice but Eddie knew from experience that the popular crowd were just vultures waiting for a sign of weakness. Eddie wasn’t going to be stupid enough to expose any.

“Oh, hey, Lucas!” Your voice carried from a few shelves away. Eddie straightened. “I haven’t seen you since the last campaign!”

Eddie couldn’t hear what Lucas answered but your quiet laughter sent the equally stupid butterflies in his ribcage into chaos. Eddie fought a groan and pinched the bridge of his nose. Honestly, he could hardly be at fault when you had the audacity to have a laugh as cute as that.

“Did you look over the outline? Oh, are you okay?” You asked, eyes pinched in concern. Eddie shook his head, his hair settling around his shoulders.

“I’m fine, just a little tired,” he lied. “Was that Sinclair I heard?”

You beamed at him and Eddie swore he felt his heart stop in his chest. Jesus H. Christ, he was going to send you the bill when you sent him to the ER. “It was! I can’t believe he’s taller than me now,” you said, wrinkling your nose when Eddie laughed, “oh shut up. I meant, I used to babysit them. They were all little munchkins a few minutes ago. Now they’re freshman. That’s wild.”

“Calm down there, grandma,” Eddie retorted as you rolled your eyes, “besides, it’s not exactly hard to be taller than you nowadays shortcake.”

Eddie could tell you were trying your best to bite back a grin. “You know, I’m the one who brought your grade up from a F to a B minus, you should be nicer to me.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, did I offend you your highness?” Eddie swooned, hands on chest, as he leaned back in his chair. “How can I ever thank you for saving me?”

“By passing your last quiz of the year,” you said dryly, eyes lighting up, “and maybe picking Macbeth for your final essay.”

Eddie snorted. “Not likely.”

“And that’s how you treat your hero?” You asked him, batting your eyelashes.

Fuck, those should come with a goddamn warning.

“How about I make you a mixtape?” Eddie joked, chewing at the end of his pen and giving your outline another look.

Your face, however, completely lit up. “Deal!”

“What?” Eddie stammered, dropping the pen from his mouth.

“No take-backs Munson!” You laughed, shrinking when the librarian shot you a look. Eddie huffed a laugh at your contrite expression and watched you turn back to him. “You get a passing grade on these last two assignments and you make me a mixtape as a physical form of your eternal gratitude.”

“Shortcake, I don’t think we have the same music tastes,” he said, eyeing the Walkman you’d left at the corner of the table with your bag.

A haughty look cross your face and the stupid butterflies slammed into his small intestine painfully. “How would you know?” You asked. “You barely ask me anything outside of English.” The second part was quieter, almost involuntary and Eddie was suddenly struck by something.

Eddie had never pushed for anything more than you had freely given. He tried not to ask about what you were doing, what you liked, or what your weekend plans were. You’d smile to him in the hallways at school but you had completely different schedules so you rarely saw each other. Besides, Eddie had an ingrained self-preservation intuition and vehemently avoided any contact with the popular crowd.

While Eddie was not a betting man, he took calculated risks. You were – beyond the ability to analyze. But…the way your face had twisted, maybe he’d gotten his signals wrong? Had you wanted him to be your friend? He’d always assumed you were doing this to fulfill some extracurricular activity. Wouldn’t you be…embarrassed to be seen with him?

“Alright sweetheart,” Eddie said eventually, “educate me then.”

You stuck out your tongue, breaking the tension and tucked your Walkman into your bag. “Too late. You snooze you lose Munson,” you said, packing up your stuff. Eddie glanced at his watch and was once again astounded to realize two hours had flown by.

“I’ll see you next week at the same time?” You asked. “Drop your paper outline in my locker and I’ll take a look at it so we have something to cover.”

“Ma’am, yes, ma’am,” Eddie saluted.

“Oh,” you said, hand elbow deep in your bag, “you see Mike tomorrow, right? At Hellfire?”’

Eddie frowned, unsure. “Yeah?”

“Can you give him these?” You asked, dropping a set of die in his hands. “He wanted to borrow my old set.”

Glancing at the well cared for set in his hand, Eddie gaped. “Are these holographic?”

You grinned and pulled your backpack onto your shoulders. “Yeah! Dustin got them for me for my birthday a while ago. They’re custom! He painted them for me.”

Eddie felt his throat dry up and was almost positive he’d floated up into the stratosphere. Seriously, a semitruck could’ve trampled him and he would’ve been less surprised.

“You coming?” You asked, totally unaware of how close Eddie was to offering you his heart on a platter.

Spurred into action, Eddie pocketed the set carefully and grabbed his bag. “Yeah, I- I’m coming.” He took in your carefully stacked bracelets and dainty necklace. Your pink sandals echoed in the hallway as you made your way to the familiar bike chained outside. How did someone like you play dnd?

“Dustin taught me,” you said as you walked the bike next to his van.

“What?”

You laughed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and squinting a little at the sun in your eyes. The air in his lungs caught at the sight of your skin in the light. Were you holographic? “Dustin and the other kids I babysat taught me how to play. I’m not very good,” you admitted sheepishly, “that’s why I never told you.”

“Oh,” he said, because his brain still wasn’t totally back from its trip into space.

“I’m an elf rogue,” you said, shrugging, “Will said it suits me since I used to practice archery.”

Eddie bit down on his cheek hard enough to almost draw blood. He fought every nerve in his body to not glare at the sky. Really universe? Really? Was his daily pining not enough?

“You’re a box of surprises, aren’t you, shortcake?” Eddie said, rocking on his heels.

You grinned. “I’m rusty at that too. My aunt lives in Indianapolis and she’s won a few competitions in archery. I’d stay with her over the summer breaks and she taught me. It was fun to run around thinking I was some kind of mini-Hawkeye or something.”

At that, he couldn’t hide his surprise. “Marvel?”

“I told you,” you said, looking incredibly flustered, as your eyes went down to your feet, “I babysat Dustin. For years. Some of it stuck.”

Say something, he urged, voice stuck in his throat.

“Uh, so I’m going to go,” you said, bright smile back on your face.

Eddie scratched the back of his neck. “Do you want a ride?” He asked, gesturing to his van. Great, that’s the best he could come up with?

You turned your smile in his direction and Eddie almost stumbled at the power of it. Jesus, he really needed to get a grip on himself. This couldn’t be healthy.

Nodding, you’d taken a step towards him when a loud honk popped the bubble you both were tucked into. Eddie glanced over your shoulder and felt reality sucker punch him in the throat.

“Hey baby!” Nick shouted, torso almost hanging out that stupid Camaro window. “I’ve been looking for you. Your sister said you’d be here.”

Aaaand that was the second reason he was a complete dumbass.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, looking embarrassed. “Thanks for the offer.”

“Mhmm, see ya,” Eddie said, darting towards his van and completely missing your look.

Eddie started his van and shot out of the parking lot. He risked a glance in his rearview mirror and immediately regretted it. You were tucked into the quarterback’s arms, his face ducking down to yours, and Eddie tightened his hold on the steering wheel.

You had a boyfriend – a jock no less – because of course you did, since when did life ever like to be fair to him? Why would it ever start now? Eddie scrambled for the cigarette carton in his passenger’s seat and lit one up. Nick Jackson had been the one who almost broke Gareth’s nose last year in gym class. Nick Jackson would absolutely kick his ass if he knew how gone he was on his girlfriend.

What type of asshole had two first names anyway? And how the hell had he managed to land someone like you?

He knew the answer, obviously, but he was still in shock despite the fact that Eddie had seen you two together for the past month.

Whatever. Fuck high school. The second he had that diploma in his hands he was driving out of here and not looking back.

Eddie was over school. He’d finally gotten the news that he’d been given the green light to graduate and the first person he wanted to tell was you.

So, to mediate that, he decided to skip his last two classes and gone out to the picnic table in the woods behind the school to smoke. Taking another drag, Eddie leaned back onto the rough wood table and snorted. Who would’ve thought? He’d known ’86 was going to be his year.

Although it was in no small part thanks to you. Eddie had seen you this morning – dressed in a blue ruffled skirt, with a cardigan and a shirt that hid absolutely none of your curves. He’d felt like someone had slammed a locker door in his face, blood rushing to the bottom half of his body.

The sound of a branch snapping had Eddie jumping up, instinctively flinging the joint off towards the trees. He turned towards the sound, excuse on the tip of his tongue, when his throat closed. You stood there, shy smile on your face, hands gripping your bags strap tightly.

“Hey Munson,” you said, motioning to the table. “Can I join you?”

“Uh, yeah shortcake, please,” he gestured grandly to the old, rusted table like it was worth a million bucks. “Welcome to my hide out. Uh, sorry for the smell and the smoke.”

You laughed, eyes wrinkling and mouth turning up like he was hilarious. “I actually wanted to ask if I could buy some off of you,” you scrunched your nose and Eddie felt his heart stop. “Don’t make fun of me.”

“What?” Eddie smacked his hand to his chest exaggeratedly. “Me? Make fun? Of you? I’m insulted.”

“Ah yes, because you’re so friendly,” you joked. “I’ve never smoked before so could you sell me something already rolled?”

Eddie grinned. “You’re in luck shortcake,” he said, patting his denim vest for the bag he knew was keeping for later, “I’ve got some for you right here.”

“How much?” You asked, searching for your wallet.

Waving off your offer, Eddie dropped it onto your bag. “Consider it a thank you for helping me get to graduation.”

You froze, eyes darting up to his and Eddie couldn’t help the grin that grew on his face. “Oh my God, Eddie, don’t joke with me about this.”

“I’m not!” He laughed, opening his arms and throwing his head back. “I’m finally fucking out of here!”

Without warning, you threw your arms around him. Eddie stumbled, more than a little surprised, and stilled for a second. His arms, however, were much smarter and quicker than the rest of him because they settled immediately on the curves of your hips. You squeezed him tightly, your fingers scratching almost subconsciously at his back in soothing circles. “I’m so proud of you! I knew you could do it Eddie, I knew it.”

Eddie leaned back to see that you were beaming, eyes bright and smile so wide it looked like it could crack your face in two. The sun pierced through the shade of the trees, landing on you like a natural spotlight – because of course it did. “Well, it’s mostly thanks to you. I couldn’t have done it without you,” he said. Which, was a hundred percent true.

He watched your eyes drift down his face, and for a millisecond he could’ve sworn they landed on his lips, but before he could confirm – you’d darted away. Hands fluttering down your pink cardigan, you soothed out the non-existent wrinkles and frowned.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, “I didn’t mean – I know people hate when I – I’m sorry.”

“When you what?” Eddie furrowed his brows, confused. “Don’t be sorry.”

You wrung your hands together and Eddie hated how small you tried to become. “I – uh, Nick hated when I just hugged him out of nowhere,” you sighed, “I’m sorry.”

Reason number one that jock was a dumbass. If Eddie had the chance, he’d cling to you like a goddamn koala.

“Hey, what’d I say? We’re friends, right?” Eddie asked, ducking to try and catch your eyes.

“Are we?” You said, surprised.

Eddie clutched his heart, looking down at his hands as if there were blood, and blinked at you. “I didn’t know you came here to shoot me straight through the heart.”

A beat of silence echoed in the clearing before you laughed, delighted by his antics. Eddie smiled at your joy; you were one of the only people in his life that never complained about his general over the top flair. “I’m sorry,” you said, tone adorably earnest. “I didn’t mean it like that – I thought, well, I thought you didn’t want to be friends with me.”

He couldn’t help it, he really couldn’t but he let out an unattractive laugh and shot you a look. “Shortcake, if anyone was embarrassed to be seen with the other it’s definitely not me.”

An indignant sort of expression settled in your entire body. Eddie watched you, fascinated. He’d never seen you be anything but a human personification of a sunbeam.

“I’m not embarrassed to be seen with you,” you huffed, crossing your arms and Eddie’s eyes darted to the top of your head. Jesus Christ. He was not going to stare at your chest like a fucking pervert. He was not. Completely oblivious to his plight, you continued huffing. “I’ve tried to say hi to you like three times since I started tutoring you. You always looked like I was a lion who’d caught a mouse.”

“Because popular kids don’t talk to the outcasts, sweetheart. Don’t take it personally,” he sighed, “it’s a self-preservation tactic.”

You blinked at him. Eddie cringed internally – of course he fucked this up not even two minutes in. He scrambled to think of a way to rectify it when you sighed.

“Nick said he didn’t want me tutoring you anymore,” you said quietly.

Eddie didn’t know he could hear a heart shatter but he was positive that his just fell to the floor beneath him. That asshole. Didn’t he have enough? Thanks a lot universe.

“He said it wasn’t becoming of me to keep doing this so he wanted me to stop. I knew it was because he didn’t like you though,” you admitted.

Sighing, Eddie sat back down onto the table and pulled out another joint. Lighting it up he took a drag and blew the smoke towards his left. “So, I guess this is goodbye?”

A bird nearby sang, as if knowing he needed a soundtrack for this car crash waiting to happen. “No, you idiot,” you snapped, “I broke up with him.”

Everything tilted sideways and Eddie was sure someone had smacked him in the head with something. Maybe his hearing was off? “I’m sorry, I think I had a small seizure. Did you say you broke up with him?”

You nodded, coming over to sit across from him. “I never really liked him that much anyway. Chrissy thought we’d be cute together but I’m pretty sure I’m not his ideal type.”

“What, why is perfect too intimidating for him?” Eddie asked, the words out of his mouth before he could stop them. Jesus fucking – just take him out. Universe? You can take me out now! He screamed internally.

“Shut up,” you mumbled, ducking your head. Eddie saw the pleased smile on your face before you hid it away and it sent a stupidly happy pang through his body. “I meant, well – you know.”

“I really don’t.”

Sighing, you motioned to your body. “You know, someone skinny enough to be a flier on the cheerleading team.”

Eddie felt his spine solidify. “Did he…did he say that to you?” He asked, his vision darkening. “That absolute fucking shithead.” What an asshole. Not only did he have the hottest girl in the entire fucking town but he was taking jabs at you? Eddie wanted to punch something.

“Wait!” Your cool hand wrapped around his wrist and Eddie hadn’t even realized he’d stood and walked in the direction of the school. “Munson! It’s okay – he didn’t say it out loud! Holy shit you’re a lot stronger than you look.”

Eddie felt you wrap your torso around his arm in an attempt to stop him. Your chest pressed against his bicep and Eddie had to close his eyes and think of his great-aunt. A soft poke to his cheek had him looking down at you, amused. You looked like a squirrel clinging to a tree. With a slow nod, he let you walk him to the bench.

“Was that a dig at my body?” He asked. “Do I look weak?”

A mortified expression settled on your face and you immediately shook your head. “That’s not what I meant at all! I just – I meant, I’m – oh, you’re teasing me,” you said, exhaling a loud breath. “I hate you.”

Smiling, Eddie bumped your shoulder with his. “No, you don’t.”

“There’s no hurt feelings, I promise,” you told him, referring to Nick, “I wasn’t what he wanted and he wasn’t what I wanted.”

“Yeah?” Eddie took another drag of his discarded joint. “What’s your type? Swim team? Basketball team? Wait, soccer player.”

You rolled your eyes and bumped his shoulder again. “No,” you said, crossly. “I don’t know. For starters maybe someone who doesn’t think Metallica is just random noise.”

Eddie sighed. He looked up at the sky, a common occurrence at this point, and wondered if whoever was up there was having fun torturing him. You played dnd and you liked Metallica. Sure. Why not? He hoped Mother Nature or God, or whoever, was having a great laugh at his expense.

“I had you pinned for a Madonna girl,” he said eventually, reeling in the affection that seemed to be pouring off him in waves.

“I am, I like a ton of music,” you said, “I’m not condescending with my music tastes.”

Gaping, Eddie shot you a look and fought his smile at your mischievous look. You were going to be the death of him.

“Hi Wayne!” Your voice floated through the front door. Eddie straightened, eyes darting around the room to make sure anything embarrassing was hidden away.

“Hi honey. You know you don’t have to bring me something every time you come over,” he said, sounding pleased. Eddie rolled his eyes. In the past two months, you and Eddie had become fast friends. In fact, Eddie didn’t know how he’d gone almost the entire second half of the school year without bombarding you with questions.

He wanted to know everything about you – he’d take any crumble you’d give him. You’d shown up to Hellfire a few times, went to movies together, and religiously showed up to the Hideout to see him play. Eddie wasn’t sure he remembered his life before you. So, obviously, like nephew like uncle and Wayne had instantly loved you the way Eddie had.

“Munson, you better be decent,” you said, not waiting for an answer and kicking the door down.

“If you really want to see me in a state of undress so badly, all you have to do is ask shortcake,” he said, loving the flustered expression he could draw out of you so quickly.

“I hate you,” you said, daintily sitting on his bed and handing him a napkin full of cookies. You’d made it a habit of baking on the days you were coming over and while Eddie definitely appreciated it – he knew you were bringing them to Wayne. Who, like Eddie, completely fell for your sincerity.

“Whatever you need to tell yourself to get to sleep at night is fine with me,” Eddie said, eagerly throwing half the cookie into his mouth. “Denial isn’t healthy though.” He winked.

“Jesus, does this have an off button?” You grumbled, flopping down onto his bed.

Eddie gave himself five seconds to appreciate the way your skirt hitched up higher on your thighs as you laid down, the bright purple material easily the most colorful thing in his room. He felt his eyes glaze over a little, imagining his teeth sinking into the meaty part of your inner thigh, the noises you’d made. Suddenly, you shot up, and Eddie tried his best to look like he wasn’t just being a goddamn pervert.

“Oh, I love this song!” You said, eyes lighting up.

His heart tripped over itself at the sight but he tilted his head and realized he’d left his stereo on as he was stitching a new patch, one you’d gotten him last week onto his vest.

When you know that your time is close at hand

Maybe then you'll begin to understand

Life down here is just a strange illusion

“That’s Iron Maiden,” Eddie said, stupidly.

You rolled your eyes. “I know, shithead,” you joked and Eddie blinked – he didn’t know why the way you cursed like a sailor was still so strange to him. Someone who wore pastels, bright colors, was in track to be valedictorian, and had a smile that rivaled the sun wasn’t someone who he’d thought would be ready to swing at the first sight of conflict. “We’ve been over your music superiority complex already, remember? I’m a woman of many interests.”

Eddie grumbled. You were right – you’d been the one who had bought him Metallica’s new album at the record store downtown when it’d just released. He thought he’d have to fight his way into getting his hands on it but, like always, you were there.

“So, do you remember how much you love me?” You asked, teasing. Eddie’s pathetic heart thumped against his ribcage and he glanced up at you.

“Why does that sound like the prelude to something I’m going to hate?”

You smiled, batting your eyelashes, and pressing your folded hands under your chin. “I need someone to go to the mall with me on Saturday. Pretty, pretty, please? I’ll do anything you want!”

Eddie’s brain short circuited for brief moment, imagining the list of things he’d both dreamed and would trade his soul to be able to do to you before he realized you were waiting for an answer. “Shortcake, I treasure our friendship but there are some things my fading sanity can’t take.”

You quirked a brow and Eddie had to fight not to visible react to your pout. He often wondered how it’d feel if he bit down on it. “Eddie?”

“Sorry, what?” He shook his head, returning back to the present.

“I said, and the mall would zap the last bit of sanity you had?”

Eddie nodded emphatically. “I’m not that strong.”

“Well, despite your complete betrayal,” Eddie rolled his eyes, “Nancy said she’d go with me and helped me find a dress. I just wanted to see if you’d come with.”

“A dress?” Eddie asked. “You going somewhere fancy?”

Laughing, you shot him an incredulous look. “Wait, are you serious?”

“Yeah, where are you going?”

“Prom, Eddie,” you said with a weird look on your face, “aren’t you going?”

At that, Eddie snorted. “Me? At prom?”

“I mean, I’ll be there – so will Robin and Nancy. Gareth and Jeff told me they’re going too,” you mumbled.

“I – do you want me to go?” Eddie asked, confused. “I can drop you off and pick you up if you want. My chariot is your chariot.”

Something flashed across your face but it was gone before Eddie could decipher it.

“Oh, no, thanks. I think Robin’s getting a ride from Harrington and they’ll give me a lift,” you said.

Eddie hated how well you and Steve got along. He shouldn’t have been surprised, considering he ran in the circle you did, but when he introduced you to his friends, he hadn’t expected how quickly you bonded. It’d taken him four and half months to hurl himself out of the acquaintance zone and Steve did it in five minutes.

“Sure,” Eddie said, going back to sewing a new patch onto his vest and trying not to stab himself.

“Would you go if I asked?” You said after a beat of silence.

He was almost sure he’d snapped something important in his neck with the speed in which he turned to you. At his expression, you straightened. “I mean, like would you go to prom and hang out with us? You don’t need to go with me.”

Deflating, Eddie tried not to let it show. Of course, you hadn’t asked him to go with you. You probably had a date or at the very least someone interested. Even then, he didn’t want to lie to you.

“Yeah, shortcake, I’d go if you asked me to.”

The smile on your face was small and grew gradually into something blinding. His heart flipped, the butterflies yawned awake, and Eddie sighed. He was pathetic.

Eddie knew his strengths and weaknesses. Thanks to Wayne, he was pretty decent at fixing cars. He knew more about music than most people he’d come across. And when it came to guitar? He wasn’t humble enough to deny how good he was. However, he was blatantly aware that math and science were subjects from the depth of hell. His driving had been criticized once or twice, and, he wasn’t that great at sounding particularly eloquent.

He'd never been more aware of that than in this exact moment. Eddie was leaning against Steve’s car. His red BMW was recently cleaned and Steve was hanging out the driver’s window, telling him about his most recent date. The tie around his neck felt like it was choking him but he wasn’t entirely sure it wasn’t due to the anticipation.

Wheeler and Byers stood by their car, fumbling with her corsage and his tie. Robin’s front door opened and she came bounding out, her suit a bright blue that fit her perfectly. Her hair had been curled and she only seemed to wobble once on her heels as she made her way to the car.

“Man, if I don’t break my ankle before the end of the night,” she muttered, leaning on Eddie for support. He helped her catch her balance and smiled when she flushed at the compliments from everyone.

“You look good Buckley,” he told her, nudging her with his elbow.

Robin beamed. “You clean up well too,” she said, pulling at the suit he’d borrowed from Wayne. It was a little too big but Nancy had assured him no one would be able to tell. “I see you couldn’t resist,” she said bumping his converse with her pointy heel. “Why do you get to wear comfy shoes? She wouldn’t let me go in mine!”

“Because it ruins the look, Rob!” Your voice said from the front steps. Eddie glanced up and immediately felt the world freeze. Your dress was…molded onto your body. It was a long, lavender, flowy thing. It dipped low in the back and Eddie sighed. If the neckline was enough to give him a stroke, the back was going to have him flatlining. Your heels clicked against the stone as you hugged Robin’s parents goodbye.

“For fuck’s sake,” Eddie said under his breath, “that’s just not fair.”

Robin and Harrington, clearly heard him, snorted. “Careful there Munson, you’ll drop too much of a hint of how deeply in love with her you are if you keep that up.”

Eddie’s jaw snapped and he turned to glare at Robin. “What?” She said after Harrington snorted. “It’s true. They’re idiots.”

“Let them figure it out themselves,” Steve said. “We promised.”

“It’s infuriating,” Robin said, narrowing her eyes. “You’re both infuriating.”

“Alright, I’m all set,” you said, leaning forward to squeeze Steve’s hand. “Thanks for the ride, Steve.”

“No problem, you wanna ride with me or Byers?” Steve asked, settling into the seat.

Turning to him, he saw the question in your eyes and he cleared his throat. “Uh, wherever you want to,” he croaked.

Robin snickered and headed towards the passenger seat. Eddie shot her a glare but was interrupted by your hand on his arm. “You look great,” you said quietly as you waved to Jonathan. They honked at you as they took off down the street. “Thank you for coming.”

“For you? Anything,” he said, his tone a little too sincere than what he meant it to be. The blinding smile on your face after though, made it worth it. “You look…incredible,” he finished lamely. He heard hushed laughter from the car and fought the urge to scratch the back of his neck.

“Thanks,” you said, picking up the bottom of your dress in one hand. “I was worried I’d look dumb but Nancy was adamant this was my dress.”

Eddie needed to get Wheeler a gift. “Remind me to thank her because, shortcake?” You glanced up at him. “That dress was made for you.”

With a shy and pleased smile, you slid into the backseat and settled close to Eddie. Holy shit, you smelled amazing. Eddie barely managed to keep from dropping his nose to the crook of your neck. He slowly dropped his arm over your shoulders and grinned when you leaned into him.

Grabbing a parking spot near the entrance, Steve pulled into the school. Hopping out, he offered his arm to Robin who took it gladly.

“Are you guys ready for the last night of your high school career?” Steve asked, eyes on the doors.

“Yeah,” Robin said, “fuck this place.”

Eddie bumped her fist and you grinned. “After party at your house, Harrington?” You asked.

He knew you had to have been invited to a few afterparties – Robin had promised to make an appearance at the house of some kid from band. He’d heard you tell Nancy that you’d be going with Robin. Steve had assured him that they’d tag along too.

“More like the after after party when you two are drunk off shitty vodka,” Steve said motioning to Robin, who rolled her eyes and made a silly face.

“It happens one time…”

Nancy waved a hand in the air before disappearing through the doors. “Come on!” She shouted over her shoulder. You huffed a laugh and linked your arm through his.

“Ready?”

“Not really, but I’ll follow you into hell apparently.”

“You say the sweetest things,” you told him, deadpan. He snorted, other hand coming to squeeze the one you were resting on his forearm.

Eddie immediately squinted in the cloak of darkness that was the gym – he had to give it to the committee, he hardly recognized the place. A ridiculous pop song came on just as you waved to a few of your friends. “Look, Nancy found a table. Want to drop off our stuff and dance?” You asked the group. Robin nodded, already making her way towards the table and Eddie had to admit he felt a little out of place.

The itch under his skin yelled at him to run but the happy smile on your face when you patted the empty seat next to you kept him tethered to you – because how could it not? Eddie was sure you could ask for the disco ball and he’d risk his diploma to get it for you. 

“Drinks?” Eddie asked, overwhelmed by the five nodding heads. Byers, with a small smile, got up and offered his help.

While Eddie had grown, no matter how reluctantly, close to Robin and her sidekick Harrington. Jonathan had only recently become a new addition. His family had just moved back and he seemed too quiet to really like the chaos that Eddie knew he tended to attract. His kid brother however, Will, was one of his favorites. Not that he’d ever tell Dustin that. The kid had a jealousy streak a mile long.

They had both just settled into their seats, everyone with a drink in hand, when another pop mess song came on. Robin and you straightened, eyes going to each other before you scrambled to your feet. “I’ll be right back,” you said, dropping a kiss to his cheek that had him stunned for a moment. Robin grabbed your hand and you both ran towards the dance floor.

“It’s their favorite song,” Steve explained, watching them wave over a reluctant Nancy. You both bounced around, heads shaking, and zero care that a few people were shooting you looks. “You gonna ask her to dance tonight?”

Eddie shot Steve a look and hated that Steve felt comfortable enough now to ignore him.

“Don’t give me that look man,” Steve laughed, “you came together! You can’t not ask her to dance.”

“We didn’t come together,” Eddie muttered, taking a sip of the disgustingly sweet punch, “she made that pretty clear.”

“Or you heard what you wanted to,” Nancy said, finally standing with Jonathan’s and in hers. “Because from what I know, she thinks you’re here together.”

“Wait, what?” Eddie shouted at Nancy’s retreating back. He turned to Steve, who looked like he was hiding a laugh, “What the hell does that mean?”

“That you both have your heads stuck in the grass,” Steve sighed. “I promised Dustin that I’d let you two figure this shit out on your own but I’m giving you a needed shove. Come on Munson, we’re going to dance.”

He opened his mouth to protest but Steve put a hand under his arm and all but shoved him in your direction. Robin cheered when she saw him, her head bobbling wildly. You beamed, hands coming up to his and twirling prettily around him. His eyes were drawn to you like magnets, he couldn’t help it. You danced with abandon, graceful but chaotically at the same time. Eddie shouldn’t have been surprised but, he really wasn’t sure how much more in love with you he could get.

“I’m thirsty!” Robin shouted, pointing back to the table. Steve let her take his hand and dragged him off towards the sides.

You turned to Eddie, smile wide, and he watched it falter when the faintly familiar pop song turned slow. His feet froze and he glanced towards Wheeler – finding her arms around Jonathan’s as they swayed slowly. She widened her eyes and looked pointedly towards you.

Alright, he could take a hint. He wasn’t that stupid.

With a flourish, he bowed deeply and outstretched his hand. “Can I have this dance milady?”

Your laugh was muffled by the music but the electricity across his skin crackled as you took his warm hand with your cool one. How were you always so cold? He pulled your hands between his and tried to let some of his heat sink in. You grinned up at him, eyes soft, and he placed his own at your waist. “Okay?” He asked.

“More than,” you said, leaning your head onto his chest. He was worried you’d hear how fast his heart was racing but by the small, happy, sigh you let out – he didn’t think you’d mind.

“If you would’ve told me last year that I’d end up graduating this year, with a grade higher than a C, and that I’d be at prom with you – I would’ve laughed,” Eddie said.

You wrinkled your nose at him. “Am I that bad of a date?”

Date? Holy shit, was Wheeler being honest?

“Shortcake, you’re the best date. I just didn’t think you’d want to hang out with the likes of me,” he clarified, “I’m either invisible or a cult leader. Take your pick.” He tried to play it off as a joke but he knew you’d hear it.

“I’ve always noticed you, Eddie. You’re not invisible to me,” you said quietly, your big eyes looking up at him beneath your lashes. Jesus Christ, how much more of this could he take? For once, you seemed to share his sentiment because you took a step back, out of his arms and excused yourself. He watched you dart across the gym, grab a bewildered Robin, and pulled her into a solitary corner.

Mystified, Eddie walked back to the table and Steve raised one of his brows. “What’s happening? We’ve only been here for like an hour.”

“I have no idea,” Eddie admitted. He started to worry when he saw your purple nails from the distance flailing left and right as Robin’s hands came down on your shoulders. She said something that clearly stunned you. After a beat both of you turned towards him and he darted his eyes away to act like he wasn’t being nosey.

“Uh, that doesn’t look good,” Steve muttered. Eddie glanced back up and watched as you made your way quickly over to him. A determined expression was etched onto your face and Robin followed at a slower pace, a smug look on hers.

Without a word, you grabbed his sleeve and pulled him into the hallway when a teacher had their back turned. “Uh, shortcake?”

“Shh!” You admonished, still leading him down the hall. You don’t stop until you find an empty classroom, the lights were on and door unlocked but it was clearly deserted.

He watched your chest rise and fall quickly, like you’d run a mile, and before Eddie could ask you what was wrong – you all but chucked an envelope at him. He’d almost ducked instinctively but he managed to catch it in his hands. Where the hell had that even come from?

“What’s happening right now?” He asked, holding the envelope in his right hand. “What’s wrong?”

“Open it,” you said, your fingers went up to tug at a lock of your hair – a telltale sign that you were nervous.

“Sweetheart-”

“Eddie, open the envelope,” you stressed.

With a wary glance towards you, Eddie flipped the hastily taped tab and slid out a pair of tickets.

IRON MAIDEN, JULY 1ST INDIANNAPOLIS, IN.

“Holy shit, are these floor tickets?” He squawked, hands shaking. You had Iron Maiden tickets! How the hell had you managed that? “Shortcake, where did you get these? I thought they were all sold out.”

“My dad knows someone,” you said waving a hand like it wasn’t important. Like you hadn’t just handed him a priceless gift. “I got VIP passes too.”

Eddie’s soul was gone. That’s it, it was back up on the moon, throwing a party.

“It’s not my birthday, you know,” he said, barely containing his excitement. He rocked back and forth on his heels. Holy shit, he was going to see Iron Maiden! With you!

“I know,” you said, biting your bottom lip. Eddie’s soul slammed back into his body and he realized you were wringing your hands again.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

“These are for us,” you said, pointing at the tickets.

“I assumed so,” he joked.

You closed your eyes, shoulders tense. “No, like… a date.”

Eddie snorted and immediately regretted it when he saw your head duck down. Shit, you’d been serious? You couldn’t have been serious. He knew Steve and Robin gave you both shit for it these past few months but there was no way in hell that you’d ever want to go on a date with him. He would’ve noticed. He absolutely would’ve noticed the signs.

“Oh,” you said, you voice incredibly sad, and Eddie wanted to slap himself. Okay, maybe he wouldn’t have noticed.

Eddie scrambled forward; tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth. “No, wait – I didn’t mean it like that,” he said quickly, words jumbling together. “I didn’t realize you were serious. I thought – I thought you were joking.”

You winced. “I get it. I’m not…your type, we’re friends, it’s fine. You can take both tickets and take one of the guys.” The expression on your face was enough to make him want to face plant. You turned on your heel and walked to the door.

Eddie’s heart dropped to his feet and he lurched forward, hands reaching for you. “Wait, wait, that’s not what – please. Shortcake, let me speak. I just need a moment to process.” You tried to wrestle your wrist out his grip but Eddie clung on for his life. You were not just going to turn and run after dropping a bomb like that on him.

“It’s fine, Eddie. I promise I’m not – I’ll get over it.”

“I didn’t even know you liked me!” You shot him a contemptuous look and he refused to cower back. You were scary when cornered but he knew you had a soft, gooey center. Whatever he said now was important. He had to get this right.

“Sweetheart. Look at me,” he said, pulling you away from the door. “I swear, I didn’t think you felt like that towards me.”

Your hardened look softened a little when he ducked down to catch your gaze. Blinking, you frowned a little and straightened. “You’re not joking?”

“I have never in my life been more serious,” he huffed, “and I really mean that.”

Exploding, you waved your animated hands in the air and Eddie jerked back to avoid being smacked by one. “How the hell did you not notice? Everyone noticed! Even the cheer squad knew. I asked you to go with me to prom!”

“What?” Eddie’s voice cracked. “You said not with you – to hang out or something!”

“Yeah, I only said that after you looked like I had smacked you over the head!”

Eddie groaned. “Because I didn’t think you’d ever want to go with me!”

You crossed your arms and rubbed one of your temples. “It’s against school policy to tutor a student for longer than a month or two. It’s not fair to the program so we swap consistently. It’s a way to make sure everyone gets the coverage they need from the different tutors. Didn’t you question why we went from meeting at the school to the public library?”

“Uh, no?”

“Well,” you huffed, looking a little embarrassed, “I liked you from like the first session. You, obviously, looked more interested in watching paint dry so I thought I could win you over. After the month I told Ms. O’Donnell that you just needed some guidance and I’d sign off on your paperwork. I told you that we needed to start meeting at the public library instead.”

“But, what about Nick?” Eddie was so confused. Had he entered an alternate dimension again? He glanced around for any sight of the dust. “You had a boyfriend up until like three months ago!”

“Because I thought it would make you jealous!” You huffed, exasperated.

What.

“Well, it did!” Eddie shouted back, the words falling before he could stop them. “I wanted to punch his goddamn face in.”

You blinked. “But…you didn’t seem all that eager to be my friend. You barely asked me about my weekend plans. I couldn’t have dropped more hints!”

“Shortcake, you’re not only out of my league – you’re in a different dimension. I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable!”

“Well, you didn’t!”

“Great!”

“Perfect!”

“Amazing.”

“Stupendous.”

“Are you going to keep trying to have the last word?” Eddie snorted.

You rolled your eyes but he saw your hands reach up for your hair. “I know I don’t dress like those girls at the hideout and wear too much yellow and pink and you think I’m popular and that my taste in music is overrated – which really proves my point that you’re pretentious – but –”

Eddie barely heard a word you were saying, his eyes watched your hands dance in the air, and your eyes dimming the more you spoke. How the fuck could you have ever believed that he wouldn’t like you? You still believed that, his mind supplied helpfully, anxiety evident in the rigid set of your shoulders. He knew from experience that if he let you keep going, you’d go on for hours. So, he grabbed your arms and pulled you into his chest. Startled, you stumbled and glared up at him.

“Shortcake?”

“What?”

“Please stop talking,” he said and dropped his lips to yours. Without hesitation, you wrapped your arms the best you could around his neck and pressed your body against his. Your cool fingers tangled themselves in his hair and he shuddered when your nails dragged along his scalp. Eddie, finally, bit down on your bottom lip and the low groan you let out shot straight to his dick.

Shit, even after imagining this moment for months – it really couldn’t compare. You tasted like punch, strawberries, and faintly of candy. He pulled back for air, your breath coming out in quick huffs. Eddie smiled, his heart racing at the sight of your dazed look. He did that. You liked him. He’d shared his life with you and you still liked him. Did shit like this really happen?

“So, you want to go to the concert with me?” You asked lightly, smile twisting your mouth.

Eddie threw his head back and laughed. “I want to go everywhere with you, shortcake.”

“Everywhere is good, I like everywhere,” you babbled, “...well, Steve’s house has a lot of rooms. Maybe everywhere can include that at the end of the night?”

Shutting his eyes, he valiantly tried to exercise self-control and not imagine you naked on a bed squirming beneath him. Failing, just a little, he nodded enthusiastically. “Should we go right now? Because I’ll grab Steve if we need to.”

You laughed, the sound warming him even further. “We still need to go with Robin to that afterparty.”

Eddie let his head loll as he groaned. “Conformity is so much work.”

“I’m sure you’ll be okay,” you teased, kissing him again. “Come on, someone’s going to catch us if we stay away too long.” Honestly, Eddie was willing to risk it but he knew you didn’t want to miss this.  

As you both crept back towards the gym, your hand tucked in his, Eddie wondered if he was dreaming. He passed one of the wide windows in the hallway, the gym only a few yards away, and he pulled you to a stop.

“What?” You asked, peeking out through it.

Eddie ducked to look out the glass and caught sight of the dark sky and the full moon. He winked and pointed up at it. “You had me going there for a while, but this makes up for it. We’re even!”

“Who are you talking to?” You asked, glancing around.

“The moon. Or God. Maybe the universe?”

You nodded. “Okay,” you said, shrugging like it was completely normal.

Jesus Christ, he loved you.

The familiar chords of Kiss floated out of the open doors to the gym and Eddie perked up. “Is that…”

Tonight, I want to give it all to you

In the darkness, there's so much I want to do

“Kiss?” You asked, grinning. “Yeah, I promised the DJ half a gram from you if he’d play a few songs you like.”

Yeah, he was gone for you. Totally gone. If he had any dignity or pride left, he’d be a little embarrassed but he really couldn’t work up the energy.

“Come on!” You said, tugging him back into the gym and onto the dance floor. A few jocks looked disgruntled at the change of music but Robin and Nancy were out on the dance floor, so were a few others. You immediately jumped around, eyes bright, hips swaying, and Eddie’s heart felt like it’d jump out his chest at any moment.

“And I can't get enough of you, baby. Can you get enough of me?” You sang, turning to wink at him. Steve and Robin waggled their eyebrows, shooting him knowing looks and he shook his head. Nancy laughed, offering up her fist and Eddie couldn’t help but bump it.

Alright universe, he thought, you win, you totally win. I owe you for the rest of my life.

Eddie wrapped an arm around your waist and beamed when you leaned into his touch. Your lips came up to his jaw and he sighed. Maybe the shit show that was the entirety of high school was worth it if you were waiting for him at the end.

I was made for lovin' you, baby

You were made for lovin' me

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson

[tittyfixation]

Zoro's heart felt like it was going to explode out of his chest. 

Sitting on the bench outside of the movie theater, he waited for Luffy to come for their date. His hands gripped his phone while staring at the time, his fingers tapping on the back of his phone. The wind brushed his shoulders and he brought his arms closer to his sides. His heart was beating rapidly in his chest, either from anxiousness or excitement. Him and Luffy were friends ever since they were kids and Zoro has been in love with him since he was a teenager, he shouldn’t be this nervous.

It was just Luffy. He had no reason to be nervous. But Luffy wasn’t just any other guy, as he just internally acknowledged. But it was hard to think clearly when it came to Luffy. Not only was he so damn pretty with his big brown eyes and curly black hair, and his light brown skin, he had such a sunny smile that could brighten the darkest of rooms. No matter how much he would pretend to hate it, he loved when Luffy would jump on him to hug him. Luffy was such a heavy constant in his life that he couldn’t imagine not having him. 

“Calm down,” Zoro said to himself, closing his eyes. Taking a deep breath, he exhaled slowly and his phone vibrated in his hand at a text from Sanji.

Ace and Luffy just got here, Luffy’s heading your way. You got this Mosshead, Zoro read from ‘Curly Cook’ and snorted at the gif of a rice ball shooting a thumbs up. 

“Zoro!” Luffy called out, running over to him and jumping to hug him while sitting, leading to Luffy landing in Zoro’s lap. Letting out a laugh, Zoro hugged back and Luffy shifted so he was sitting right beside him on the bench. “Sorry, I know Zoro doesn’t like it when I sit on his lap in public.”

“You’re fine, Luffy,” Zoro waved him off with a small smile and he realized something when it was just him that showed up “your brother and the cook gettin’ something to eat before their movie?”

“You know how Sanji is, he never likes eating out, especially if he’s with Ace,” Luffy teased lightheartedly with a giggle and Zoro’s heart skipped a beat, “their movie starts in…40 minutes? They’re getting smoothies.”

“Ah,” Zoro said and he smirked as he thought about how Sanji is with Ace. “We’ve got 20 minutes before our movie, but we can still get tickets and snacks.”

The two of them got up from their bench and seeing an empty line, Zoro went up to the booth to ask for two tickets to “The Ghost Princess”. Admittedly, Zoro only read these comics for the sake of being able to understand this series that Luffy liked. If Luffy could listen to Zoro talk about sword history, Zoro could show him that same courtesy. He listened to Luffy talk about all the intricacies of this story and how this movie technically wasn’t canon. 

“I’m so excited Zoro! I’m so glad we’re getting to do this,” Luffy almost squealed while they stood in the snack line and without thinking, he locked his fingers with Zoro’s. Or maybe he was thinking, with the way Luffy tightened his grip. Zoro sputtered and his face burned at the forward contact, tightened his grip on Luffy’s hand. 

Zoro could only hope he could make it through this movie without dying of a heart attack.

#143/365 #noor.writes #zolu #modern zolu bc I can yippeee

[gonzo-rella]

Headcanons: Being The WWDITS Gang’s Asexual Vampire Friend

MASTERLIST | AO3 | KO-FI

Relationship(s): The What We Do in the Shadows Gang x asexual!gn!reader (platonic)

Warnings: Canon-typical sexual humour. (Let me know if I need to add any)

(A/N: If you’re reading this during Asexual Awareness Week, Happy Asexual Awareness Week. If not, I’ll give you a regular hello. I found out it’s Ace Awareness Week mere moments before starting this, so I decided to write something in celebration of the occasion. Of course, I love to represent my fellow aces year-round. If you ever have an ace!reader request- no matter the week- feel free to sent it in! Also, there’s more of a focus on a sex-neutral or sex-averse reader. Apologies to the sex-positive aces!)

At least one of them (by that, I mean Nadja, Laszlo or Nandor) tried to seduce you before they found out that you’re asexual.

Take your pick.

Despite their wounded pride and mild disappointment of you not being sexually attracted to them, they’d still be happy to be friends with you.

I feel like Guillermo and Colin would be the most understanding of asexuality.

Nadja, Laszlo and Nandor at least somewhat get it too- in their centuries on the Earth, they’ve met all different kinds of people, asexuals included.

But, if you’re an ace who doesn’t have sex, they do express pity you for not experiencing sex, something they all thoroughly enjoy.

Also, Nandor has definitely made some sort of comment about aspiring to your ‘strength and willpower’ for managing to go for so long without sex.

The guy genuinely thinks you possess the strength of a thousand average sized men.

Also, I’m sure at one point or another Laszlo has offered to ‘relieve you, if you’d like’.

It’s supposed to be a generous gesture of friendship.

Of course, Guillermo rolls his eyes whenever any of them make a comment of this nature.

Nandor, Nadja and Laszlo don’t really understand how one can live without experiencing sexual attraction.

They’re all respectful of your sexuality, though; it’s not a matter of them looking down on you.

Basically, they’re not aphobic; just comically sex-obsessed to the point of them having a slightly myopic worldview.

I can imagine that it’s somewhat difficult to fit into the vampire community when you’re not particularly interested in sex.

See: the Bi-Annual Vampire Orgy.

That said, if it’s a well-known fact in the community that you’re asexual, then I feel like most vampires would be understanding and considerate of it, because I said so, and the whole thing about some vampires having existed for so long that they’ve met plenty of different kinds of people.

Of course, you’re always welcome to attend the orgies for the food and social aspect of it.

I imagine that, if anyone does disrespect you, your boundaries, your sexuality etc., Nadja will be the most protective of you.

You can probably stand up for yourself, but she always has your back if you need it.

Overall, your vampire friends are accepting of you.

They won’t try to change you or convince you that you’re not who you are.

But, if you ever do change your mind on that shag, Laszlo’s always there.

#wwdits x reader #wwdits #what we do in the shadows x reader #What We Do in the Shadows #nadja of antipaxos x reader #nadja x reader #nadja of antipaxos #nadja #laszlo cravensworth x reader #laszlo cravensworth #nandor the relentless x reader #nandor the relentless #x reader #x asexual!reader #x asexual reader #asexual!reader #ace!reader #asexual #ace #asexual pride #ace pride #asexual awareness week #x gender neutral!reader #x gender neutral reader #x gn!reader #x gn reader

[nabu630]

Loki spoilers for season 2 ep 5

You’ve been warned

These are my reactions scene by scene so there are spoilers and it’s long

Explosion

Omg, it’s the title card

And it exploded, fitting

THE TEAR

Where is everyone

Everything is so…normal

Did he time slip again?

Did time reset or something?

He’s time slipping again 😭

It looks so painful

Was that Loki in the past or future?

Future got it

WTF IS THAT

hello

It’s so spaghettifying

Music is off

Loki

oki

o i

o

Is that Casey?

So it is Casey

Hey Loki

Omg, she’s a doctor

I love her

HES IN JETSKI

It’s not in the water but OMG

OB!!

I feel so bad for him

It looks like the TVA😭

I will say it once and I will say it again, I love Lokis voice

OB is like me when meeting a fictional character

“I’m doomed” I don’t know why I found that so funny

Why does it make sense

If he says sylvie I will cry

Ok, so he said the TVA, what does that mean

Wtf is that Loki

When you’re a god but you don’t know how to go through time

He looks so dumb wtf

He’s so tall compared to OB its funny

No this is not making sense

My mind is hurting

So Timley gave the information to OB to write the

NOOO

He has a family 😭

You can’t do this to me

He does he do that?

Why do you fix your hair?

Is this because he’s your husband?

He has kids!? No, I will not accept this

Ac-7572

Don’t sell the jetski

I can’t do this

I don’t want to do this

Oh, hey OB

How did he find them?

I love them😭

And the “friend” ruined it

I love hearing Loki talk

And you do a great job at that

But now I don’t want him to leave them

I love angst but I really wanted his life to suck

What was his bake on this time line?

How are they finding them so easily?

Why does it sound like he’s recruiting avengers?

He looks so cool stepping through the time door

Time avangers, assemble

Love my mind sometimes

So we got the scientist, medic, comic relief, bff and the main character

Did he just say his name is Don?

Not sylvie

Please not sylvie

You have to be kidding me

They forgot the love interest, who is literally just another version of Loki

My confusion 📈

Zaniac!

So everything got reset?

She doesn’t, she really doesn’t

Loki is doing this for Mobius and is asking someone who doesn’t care for help

He wants his friends 😭

He wants his boyfriend

He doesn’t want to be alone 😭

You can’t do this to me

You can have a life with me Loki

Forget I said that

Don’t say that 😭

I can’t do this

The sun will shine on them again if he goes back to Thor

But mobius, his friends

But Thor

I’m so conflicted

My GO mind can’t take the record shop

Why does she look like that

What’s going on with the coffee

Why does this feel like the end?

Wait, is it the end?

Oh, it isn’t

Not the void of spaghetti

He was so sad but now he’s not and I love that

By Casey, I didn’t like that version anyway

OB NOO

NOOO MOBIUS

NOO

Bye sylvie

No, LOKI!

Loki don’t leave me

Please

Don’t go

Don’t turn into my favorite pasta

Tf just happened

Oh, time slipping

But he’s breaking the rules

Say it’s about who

I FUCKING CALLED IT

he’s now literally a god

And wtf was that

HE WENT BACK

Ok, time to read

#mcu loki #loki marvel #marvel loki #loki season 2 #loki show #loki series #loki spoilers #loki odinson #lokius #loki #loki laufeyson #loki x mobius #anti sylvie #anti sylki

[itsclydebitches]

Title: A Wacky Wager

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Pairings: Just very background Charlie/Vaggie

Word Count: 2,361

Summary:

“What are you doing?” Charlie whispered.

Alastor grinned. “Why, we’re engaging in the only civilized entertainment to be found in this rinky-dink hotel: making deals, of course.”

That caught Charlie’s attention.

But Husk was waving off her horrified protest before it even left her mouth. “I’m a gambling addict who’s already sold my soul to the bastard. What have I got to lose?”

A/N: Fic also below the cut if you prefer to read here!

“Thirty.”

“Darling, Husker. Your faith in me is heartwarming!”

Alastor’s fixed grin said it all. Husk muttered darkly around the rim of his bottle.

“Fine, twenty.”

“Ah, ah, ah. Tell me, if two’s a company and three’s a crowd, what is four and five?”

“ Nine? That’s fucking nothing you lazy son of a bitch—”

Alastor ignored him, turning to Charlie as he gave a round of condescending applause. “Oh, he’s gotten so good at those. Don’t worry, Princess, I’ll teach you the esteemed art of riddling too. It will serve you well to have a few verbal knives up your sleeve.”

Charlie blinked. “Don’t you mean an ace up my sleeve?”

“No! Though if you could tell me why Rosie thinks I’m yours I’d be much obliged.”

“Uh...”

“Don’t bother, kid.” Husk waved the bottle between them until Charlie was able to break that disconcerting eye contact. “Your brain’s gonna fry if you try to follow his shit—especially when he’s deliberately messing with you.” Alastor affected an appalled expression, made manic by the smile, and when his hand hit his chest the radio let out a warbly, I never! “Though fucking watch out: he can materialize his words as sharp and pointy flying objects if he wants.”

Alastor nodded. “As I said: verbal knives up the sleeve. My, my, you have been listening.” He went to pat Husk on the head and was met with a sharp hiss. “Nine then?”

“Fine, if you want to be a pussy about it.”

“You’re the only pussy here, Husker.”

Charlie had been watching the exchange with undisguised interest, her head whipping comically back and forth lest she miss some crucial detail of the exchange. Like the fact that Husk was slowly and with great revulsion removing Alastor’s hand from his person. Like the fact that Alastor was letting him.

“What are you doing?” Charlie whispered, hardly knowing what part of this exchange she was asking about. All of it? Definitely all of it.

“Why, we’re engaging in the only civilized entertainment to be found in this rinky-dink hotel: making deals, of course.”

That caught Charlie’s attention.

Husk was waving off her horrified protest before it even left her mouth. “I’m a gambling addict who’s already sold my soul to the bastard. What have I got to lose?”

But Charlie was gripping her hair. “Um, a lot?? Like your sanity, or a limb, or your wings—do those count as limbs?—or your collection of whiskey glasses, or that cool rock you found—”

Alastor’s head had been tilting steadily to the left, cracking with each addition until it hung horribly askew from his body. “Charlie... dear... what kind of a chump do you take me for? Why-ever would I want any of that? Husker’s sanity is a particularly worthless acquisition given that it hardly exists anymore.”

“Oh, you’re one to fucking talk.”

But Charlie would not be reassured. Her hair increased with the speed of her babbling and her horns, normally hidden away, had begun to sprout—pointing intentionally towards Alastor. He gently touched the tip of one with a murmured, “Lovely.”

“—a bar is one thing and I’m so glad it brought you to us, Husk, but making deals is completely out of the question, especially deals with The Radio Demon!—no offense, Al—I mean, it’s bad enough word got out that I’ve been spending time with cannibals lately, can you imagine what people would say if the Happy Hotel gained a reputation for deal making?—"

Husk shot a look over Charlie’s head, catching Alastor’s eye.

Deal? he mouthed. His fingers made a short, twisting motion to indicate Same stakes as usual? Another gesture dictated the theme.

Alastor’s eyes narrowed... but he nodded.

It was easy as Hubig pie to angle his body to the left, slip his arm behind the counter, and briefly clasp Husk’s hand. The sagging, open-mouthed expression Charlie adopted when she spotted the flash of green light was simply delicious .

“Wonderful!” Alastor said. He clapped once in front of their Princess’ face, forcing her to go cross-eyed. “Tune in now, darlings.”

Husk raised an eyebrow. “Going in already?”

“No time like the present. Besides, I am a rather deft hand at this.”

“Pff. Not sure that’s something to fucking brag about.”

“Your taste is questionable at best, Husker. Now, don’t you worry your pretty little head.” Alastor gave Charlie’s cheek a pat and she returned fully to her standard form. “We’re just two old friends having a bit of fun! I won’t be but a moment.”

He sauntered over to where Angel and Vaggie were lounging around the couch. Charlie slid up beside Husk, shoulder pressed worryingly to his.

“What’s he doing?” she whispered.

Suddenly, when Husk smiled it looked disturbingly reminiscent of another’s. “Told you, kid. It’s entertainment. Watch.”

Alastor had reached the little group, raising his hand in greeting. “Good afternoon, my dears!”

(Husk scoffed. “One—but that’s a fucking cop-out.”)

Angel just flipped him off without looking up from his phone. Vaggie at least deigned to raise her head.

“The fuck do you want, Alastor?” She said.

He spread his arms in a welcoming gesture. “Why so hostile? I come in peace!” The radio in his hand let out a sudden burst of applause. “As a key constituent of this fine establishment, I merely wanted to run a business venture by you. Now, now, turn that frown upside down—our very own Charlie has already voiced her approval!”

Alastor swiveled so that his gesture encompassed her blank, owlish stare from across the room.

("Smile and give a thumbs up,” Husk muttered from the corner of his mouth.)

Charlie smiled and gave a thumbs up.

“Alright...” Vaggie sat back, arms crossed. “Shoot, but I reserve the right to fucking gut you if you’re just manipulating Charlie into doing something horrific. Or if your idea’s stupid. Which it probably is.”

Alastor’s eye twitched. “But of course. Well, then I’ll simply have to call upon some of the old showmanship. Behold!”

With a twirl of the microphone a massive bulletin board appeared, complete with an intricate decor on either side reminiscent of flames and—Charlie squinted—what might have been the faces of people burning within them. What really caught the eye though was the collection of pictures pinned in overlapping patterns: sweets, savories, stunning displays of culinary expertise, and generally every dish that might make the mouth water. Charlie recognized beignets, oysters, crayfish, bananas foster, and of course jambalaya, though much of it she couldn’t have put a name to if she tried. Rather than photos, each picture looked like a hand-painted illustration, something straight out of an old magazine.

Beside her Husk let out a soft, “Perfect.”

“Food?” Vaggie said.

“Marketing,” Alastor corrected. “Why, this place was such a dreary dump before I arrived and Hell knows it hasn’t improved much since. Really, Hell knows! Our hotel is despised, derided, declared the most disgraceful and undesirable of decrepit dwellings—”

“We get it!” Angel threw a pillow at Alastor’s head. It exploded into red and black confetti before vaporizing, not a single speck landing on his suit.

“So,” he said, wagging a finger in Angel’s face. “We give the people something they want. Something other than the Princess’ sad attempts at redemption. Sweeten this vinegar pot with a bit of honey. ‘But, Alastor!’ I hear your vexing voices say. ‘Whatever could these sizzlers want that won’t break the hotel’s rules? No violence! No sex! What’s there left to offer a hoard of sinful imbeciles?’ Well, to that I give only a reminder that there are many subtle ways to encourage indulgence. The honey need not be metaphorical.” Alastor waved an arm to encompass the board, the illustrations shining.

Vaggie was leaning forward now, elbows on her knees. She squinted. “You want us to give people food? So they’ll like the hotel better?”

“Heaven’s no! I want to sell them food. There’s no reason why we can’t make a buck out of this little manipulation.”

Angel slowly nodded. “That. Now that I can get behind. Do you know how fucking expensive heroine has gotten? Just the other day I was telling Cherri that for a single ounce I had to hump this guy’s—”

A tentacle shot out of Alastor’s shadow to slam across Angel’s mouth. After the shock he pinned Alastor with heavy-lidded eyes and a muffled, but unmistakable ‘Kinky’ was heard.

“What a disgusting creature you are,” Alastor murmured. “But never mind your proclivities! I won’t forgive or forget, but I can pretend that you’re suitable company, for our darling Charlie’s sake.” He cut a look her way, bowing slightly. “Besides, I’ll need your—ahem—help in managing the logistics of this little retail endeavor. As facilities manager, defender of the hotel, and resident chef I cannot possibly be expected to do such menial legwork. Yes indeedy,” Alastor’s grin widened at Vaggie’s disbelieving look. “You never did try my jambalaya, did you? Scared of a little poison, my dear? Ha ha! I jest. But I also assure you, savory is far from my only talent. I can make a loaf of sourdough that sinners will simply fawn over, to say nothing of my cookie dough bites. If I recall, I last made racks of it for Rosie’s third husband’s stag night . Of course, he became the meal shortly after the wedding...”

“Okay, okay, enough!” Vaggie stood, shooing Alastor aside. “Ugh listening to you gives me a headache. Fine. Do what you want, just don’t actually poison anyone. Or expect me to do that legwork—send Pentious’ eggs or something. And save me some of the leftovers!” The last was said in a rush as Vaggie dropped a kiss against Charlie’s cheek, then power-walked out of the room.

Shrugging, Angel went back to texting, waving goodbye to the tentacle as he did.

“Oh my, was it something I said?” Alastor locked eyes with Husk as he snapped his fingers, the board dissolving into shadowy smoke. “She really hoofed it out of here, wouldn’t you say?”

Husk snorted, taking a long drink as he flipped him off. Charlie blinked as a thin green thread appeared between them, the ends attached to where their hearts would be. It stretched, then snapped in Alastor’s direction. Husk shuddered at the sensation.

“Uh, what?” she said.

Alastor teleported to her side, one hand condescendingly patting her head. “I won, darling! It’s a standing bet between us, you see. Husker dictates a verbal challenge I must undertake, in this case utilizing nine deer puns in a conversation—terribly degrading of you, well done— without others realizing what I’m up to. If I succeed he must do one favor of my choosing.”

“Wouldn’t he have to do that anyway?” Charlie shot an apologetic look Husk’s way.

“Of course! Though now he’ll have to do it without his usual, vulgar complaining... and while sporting a smile. Best start practicing.”

Alastor went in to pinch Husk’s cheek, only laughing when his hand was smacked away. He left in the direction of the kitchen, twirling his staff. A familiar tune began to emit from the radio, made fuzzy with static, and Charlie just caught Alastor humming lyrics before he rounded the corner:

"Well, you can't have a dream

And cut it to fit

But when I saw you, I knew

We go together, like a wink and a smile"

“More like oil and water,” Husk muttered. “If the oil was on fire and the water fucking contaminated.” He paused then, spotting Charlie’s big eyes and trembling lip. “Ah hell, kid. What’s that look for? Don’t you like seeing the great Radio Demon make an ass of himself? I’d record these bets if I thought he’d let me get away with it. Would make for great late night viewing.”

Charlie frowned. “But now you have to do even more for him. And pretend that you like it.”

“Jesus Christ. You’re shouldering reality’s first dose of Daddy issues, waitin’ on your shit mom, trying to stop the extermination of a bunch of dopes who sure as fuck don’t deserve it, and you’re worried about me having to smile while I run that twig’s errands? We gotta work on your priorities.” Husk shook his head, taking another long drink. When he was done he pointed the bottle Charlie’s way. “Hey, you never asked what I get outta the deal if he fails.”

“Oh!” That perked her up. “Your freedom?”

“Don’t be stupid. I like you and I don’t like stupid people, so don’t ruin this.” Husk quickly poured a vibrantly red drink and shoved it into Charlie’s hands. The reflection from the glass helped to cover his red cheeks. “Nah, arrogant bastard was right about one thing: he’s a fucking fantastic cook—hard as that is to admit. I win and he has to make me whatever I want.”

Charlie choked. “You make magically binding bets over food ?”

“Sure. If you ain’t got gambling, good food and drink are the next best thing. Besides...” Husk suddenly leaned close, a small, genuine smile tugging at his lips. “That idiot oversold his performance. You know your girlfriend; she was real smitten with the idea, yeah? Helping out the hotel’s reputation, making some cash, maybe even a little bonding as the residents work together to sell this shit... she’ll have him entering the kitchen at spear-point tomorrow morning, 5:00am at the latest, and we’ll get to eat the fucker’s food for free.” He leaned back, evidently pleased with himself.

Charlie gaped. She took a sip of her drink. Stared. Gaped again. “You knew he’d do that??”

“Nah, but spend a couple decades with the Radio Dumbass and he becomes pretty predictable.” Husk snorted, cuffing the back of her head. “You can stop looking so shocked now. I was an Overlord, you know.”

They sat in silence for a time, companionable, enjoying their drinks and the prospect of a new mission with tasty indulgences come tomorrow. Charlie began to hum the tune Alastor had left with. Husk, quite unconsciously, began to purr.

Then, Charlie squeaked.

“Hold on, you were a wHAT ?”

Oh deer.

Fin.

Notes:

This fic exists almost solely because I wanted to see how many deer puns I could have Alastor make. Sorry not sorry :D Full list: 1. My DEARS (deer) 2. a BUCK out of this little manipulation 3. RETAIL endeavor (re-tail) 4. loaf of SOURDOUGH (sour-doe) 5. simply FAWN over 6. cookie DOUGH bites (cookie doe) 7. RACKS of it 8. STAG night 9. she really HOOFED it

#Hazbin Hotel #Hazbin Hotel fic #Alastor #Charlie #Husk #canon typical cursing

[seaglass-and-string]

technically an intro but more of a ramble ngl

hiiiii . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

a little about me bc why not:

i’m evelyn/evie | minor | she/they | hopeless romantic | bookworm but a slow reader | pisces | massive introvert so this is my attempt to put myself out there a bit | pan/ace

interests:

reading | greek mythology | listening to music | starting hobbies but never finishing them | feeling aesthetic | sleeping | coffee | writing | overanalysing | my main fandom is the marauders (reggie/remus kinnie) | sitcom girly

books i love:

song of achilles / circe | the secret history | anything by john green | anything by alice oseman | little women | rebecca / frenchman’s creek | a good girls guide to murder | the lottery by shirley jackson | pride and prejudice | pjo | recommendations always welcome!!

my main music loves:

taylor swift | conan gray | olivia rodrigo | friday pilots club | marina and the diamonds | artic monkeys | queen | david bowie | stray kids

my plans for the blog: (realistically i won’t be very good at keeping up with this but here we are, ill try my best)

☆ this is actually my second blog (not a side blog, just under a different account, my other is @good-oldfashioned-lover-girl) and so it will probably be less active, but my irl friend’s following my other one and i wanted a space to be myself more so im gonna try and post more og stuff as opposed to just reblogging ☆ for example, im trying to improve my descriptive writing so i might post some of that? ☆ i also rly want to try and get into drawing so i might post some of that if i get round to it, but warning i haven’t rly drawn since i was like 5 soooo ☆ but, despite saying that, i’ve always wanted to draw this comic which ive been daydreaming for like 3 years now, but never have bc of my lack of drawing ability… so i was thinking fuck it stick figure supremacy imma just do it anyway ☆ i was also thinking, i rly want to make friends as well as having a positive space so if you come across this blog would you possibly just drop pretty much anything in my asks? it could just say hi, or you could ramble for 16 pages about some niche interest/piece of media/your day. send me a picture of your pet, tell me about your latest accomplishments (whether that’s a good score in a test, or you just managed to get out of bed this morning), pls just come and ramble to me bc i wanna learn more abt ppl and potentially make some friends

dni if you’re a creep/discriminate against anybody in any way (idm if you’re over 18, but pls don’t dm me)

fuck jkr

please please talk to me/dm me whatever i would love to talk!! (although warning, i ramble way too much)

(all photos from pinterest)

#intro post

[katia-anyway]

Writing Patterns

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

I was tagged by @quackquackcey! Thanks for the tag Sweetie, so here goes! List from last posted to oldest.

Bullseye to the Heart!

One Piece | SanUso | Getting together | Usopp scamming people

“You’re sure you’ve never played darts before?” The man asked, frowning angrily.

A Dream Come True!

One Piece | LawSan | Explicit | Sora Warrior of the Sea AU

Law was having insomnia. After tossing and turning for maybe an hour, he decided to get up. May as well find a good book to read and a cup of coffee to drink.

By the Heart

One Piece | Collab with @tunatunatunas | Found Family with Cora and Law

Rosinante looked up at the white sky and puffed out a breath of air. His cheeks were icy cold but he paid it no mind as he watched the snow fall in soft flurries around his head. It was a beautiful sight—one that he hadn’t seen in far too long.

Sora Warrior of the Sea - Arc 1

One Piece | SanUso | Sora Warrior of the Sea AU | During the Time Skip

Usopp is woken up by the sound of something exploding near him. Immediately, dirt and smoke burn his eyes and throat. He coughs.

I'm glad Sanji has you

One Piece | ZoSan | Christmas Angst and Fluff | Ghosts

Zoro found Sanji still fuming by the railing, taking a long drag of his cigarette, his shoulders finally relaxing as he breathed out. Then, without transition, the sorrow was back in his stance and in his eyes.

A Legend about True Love

One Piece | LawLu | Fantasy AU | Prince Luffy x Witch Law

Once upon a time, there was a Prince who wanted to see what was beyond the walls of the Palace he’d been raised in. And so, ignoring the warnings of his grandfather, the King, he snuck out.

Who would have thought lawyers could give such horrible advice?

Ace Attorney | Klapollo | Bad Romantic Advice | Confession shenanigans

Klavier knew this was a bad idea.

A Kiss in Loguetown

One Piece Live Action | KobyLu | Matchmaker Garp

Vice-Admiral Garp is a simple man. He likes meat, strong men, and Justice. His goals in life are to make the world a better place and make good Marines out of his family. This second goal has, for now, flopped. But Garp hasn’t lost hope.

Duke's first Holiday with the Batfam was Halloween

DC comics | Batfam | Duke Thomas Centric | Halloween in Gotham

When Duke imagined his first holiday dinner with the Batfamily, he expected it to be Thanksgiving, Hanukkah or one of the Bats’ birthdays.

Nobara and Maki’s first date

Jujutsu Kaisen | NobaMaki | Day off | Romance | Fluff

There’s a bit of matcha left on Maki’s lips when she puts down her latte. And Nobara… Can not see anything else.

And done! I'm not seeing a specific pattern... Do you all see one?

Tagging: @xraiyax, @cosmicatta, @betsib, @purplehairedwonder, @tunatunatunas

#Katia_writes #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 #one piece #dc fanfiction #ace attorney #jjk fanfic

[4ce-of-2pades]

꒰ঌ a love letter to Ace 💌 ໒꒱

OH SLAG IT !!! hi Ace, you’re so cool aaaaaaahhhhh !! your art always slaps, even it’s just little doodles and comics and i love your art and your story telling and everything !! Wella is such a cool character and i love their lore and design so much i need to make so much fanart of them. also your little comic strips are always so funny and adorable and always look so clean and tidy like a professional storyboard 

also i’m really glad you let me listen to your audiobooks, definitely adding The League of Seven to my need-to-read list !! you’re honestly just so cool and amazing and talented and such a person !! 

happy valentines day !! /p

AAAAAAAAAAAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! :3

I’m so glad you like my art! Especially that you think it’s funny! I’m so proud of being funny!

I just—thank you soooo much for this valentine! It absolutely made my day! 💛💛💛

Don’t forget you’re super cool and amazing and talented too!!! :D

[imperiuswrecked]

I always got the feeling that the chemistry between Shuri and Namor was deeply human/platonic. Maybe it might be my ace brain talking, but I never got the vibe it was romantic - just genuine human kindness. Just read the Rolling Stones article I’m really happy that Tenoch feels the same way.

I’m not against shipping Shuri and Namor but I’m not exactly with it either. I feel like romance is in everything all the time….it’s always there. Having this genuine and complex non-romantic relationship between a man and a woman being done in BP2 was the best route they could have gone. Like it feels refreshing.

There definitely is chemistry, but chemistry doesn’t have to necessarily mean “romance”. Chemistry’s just a fancy word for being able to vibe with someone for me, honestly. I’m just really glad I’m not the only one who felt this way. I don’t have anyone to really express my understandings/takes with, but it feels like you have some great (similar) interpretations/understandings of MCU Namor as well.

Other than that, thanks for being such an interesting account! I love reading everything you know about comic Namor and your takes on things. You’re one of the most interesting blogs out there :)

Thanks Anon! I'm glad you are enjoying my blog, and this ask does give me stuff to talk about. The Article has a lot of really interesting stuff in there but about the subject of Namor x Shuri:

On another note, some viewers felt that there was romantic chemistry between Namor and Shuri when she was in your city. Did you play that romantic chemistry deliberately? I don’t feel it was a romantic touch [between them]. I think it was more a human, intimate touch. I mean in the history of their kingdoms, the history of their people, they share the same root, and the threat comes from the same place for both of them, for the same reason. They both face threats from Western countries like the United States and France in the story, because of vibranium, natural resources. I think they connect in that aspect. 

I mean, when you meet someone and you have a good relationship, whether this person is the gender that you prefer or not, you always have this ambiguous relationship. It’s normal. It’s human. So, I think this happened with both of them. If that can evolve into a romantic relationship or not? I don’t know. It wasn’t our intention. It could happen or not. 

The beautiful part of this relationship is, it doesn’t need to be romantic to be deep. It doesn’t need to be romantic to be beautiful and bright and intimate. And this connection between a man and a woman in different levels doesn’t need, necessarily, to end in a romantic relationship. And that’s beautiful, you know? Because I hate the romantic love. I think it’s poison. [Laughs] These characters, they create something… I don’t know. It was magical, but not necessarily romantic.

I never saw them as romantic but I can see where the fans who ship it get the romantic elements, its textbook Anti-Hero/Heroine ship material (even though Tenoch literally states that is not the intention), which isn't something that WoC characters get very often, not on this scale, not for a big budget movie. I totally understand why every Namor x Shuri fan is wearing their shipping glasses and going all in. Coming from a comic background understanding of these characters and knowing how they are in the comics I know that Namor thinks Shuri is T'Challa's kid sister and a Child even though she is an adult. Namor isn't interested in her in the comics and Shuri hates and mistrusts Namor in the comics. They do not get along even in a hate-love kind of way.

But this is about the movie which has different backgrounds and relationships. As I said, I personally don't see them as romantic, because I saw them as two leaders of their people in different stages of their rage/grief in their lives. Namor's had centuries to deal with his issues but he hasn't (very typical of him, just like comic!namor, lol) and Shuri's loss/grief is so very raw and new, she is also not dealing with her issues in a healthy way. Both characters have open emotional wounds and they are looking for a connection. People can be connected with emotions that aren't romantic! Hate and Rage can fuel us! So can Hope, and a hundred other things. So it's totally fine to not view it romantically if that's not vibing with you. Platonic Relationships (whether they be bad or good) are always overlooked in media when it comes to putting it up against a romantic angle.

That being said, the way fans are reacting to this is very annoying and why I'm trying very hard to keep out of the whole Pro vs Anti Namor x Shuri ship war.

My personal thoughts on that issue.

My thoughts for the Anti side: It's not wrong to ship them, and everyone crying it's Toxic needs to chill out because people have shipped way more toxic stuff. I personally don't care if people ship whatever so long as it's all tagged properly for people to blacklist/avoid if they don't want that. Everyone has their nopes and squicks but it's up to them to be responsible online and if they don't want that in their space then take action to cull their dash and better their experience. The actors have different ages but the actors are not dating each other. The fictional characters have different ages but really if people understand the romance genre the "Immortal Lover" trope is a huge mainstay and it's all fiction. Namor isn't grooming/abusing Shuri in the movie. There is really bad Fanon (and not true at all) that surrounds Namor's character saying Namor is a sexual predator/rapist and people using that to cry this is toxic need to stop. Seriously just stop. Think about the implications of saying that about a MoC character. Stop harassing Namor x Shuri shippers.

My thoughts for the Pro side: Not everyone is going to see it as a Romantic ship, and that's fine. Not everyone is going to care about them as a romance, and that's fine. Saying people who refuse to ship them are being racist/haters/whatever is so unhinged because not everyone is going to be able to get over the fact that Namor killed Shuri's mother. Everyone has different reasons for not shipping them romantically and being annoying about it by turning every single element of the movie into Proof the Ship is real doesn't sit right with people. People are allowed to have their own personal views and criticisms of the ship and not want to engage with that at all if they don't want to. Ship and do what you want but be considerate to people who don't want to engage with that and understand that canon doesn't equal "my ship is valid". Saying people who can't/don't want to ignore what happened in the movie "are weak" is pretty childish because if you want non shippers to accept your right to ship then you should also accept their right to not give a damn about that ship.

I think Tenoch played it safe with answering whether or not that ship would ever happen and he knows his character and he knows what that script intended so if people want to take it a different way that's up to them but it doesn't make them more valid than people who decide they don't want to see it as romantic. Also fans saying Namor x Shuri should be Canon is very weird because there's been this whole movement in past years where fans want their ship to be canon even though the whole point of shipping was just "I would like to explore what if? with these characters". And the MCU Fandom has a bad habit of putting ships above everything else and then harassing the actors about it. I hope it won't happen with Tenoch and Letitia.

There is a lot more to the movie and the characters than romance and many people like myself want to explore that side of the story, the side that talks about loss, and grief, and the way past and current generational trauma and colonialism has affected everything.

#mcu namor #namor #namor the sub mariner #shuri #princess shuri #namor x shuri #black panther: wakanda forever #tenoch huerta #letitia wright #interviews #imp answers

[kirbyskisses]

hi! I just wanted to ask — if it makes you uncomfortable feel free to ignore me — how/when did you discover yourself as ace?

I'm currently struggling with my identity. I read about how sometimes you have sex repulsion from time to time and I'm like that too! Sometimes I like to read smut, but there are other times where I just can't even look at it. I'm not exactly educated on the concept of asexuality so I thought I'd ask you since the way you describe your experiences are so similar to mine :)

the story of that would take away too long to write, and it would be too personal for my liking.

i don’t have the energy to explain how i’ve bouncing between labels since our lord’s year of 2015.

the best thing i can do is tell you you’re not alone and recommend these videos

(one) (two)

and these two comics

(is love the answer) (genderqueer)

remember it’s a spectrum, it’s okay to be confused, you don’t need to use the same label for your whole life and you are enough.

hope everything works out for you.

#asexual #asexuality #kirby’s asks🌸 #queer #book recs

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

Could I request some Soft!David hc, please? 🥰💕

Omg, yes, darling! 😍🥰

Gif: Good ol’ google

Tags: @theworldofotps , @writtingrose , @aerynscrichton , @daddyhausen , @damnnhausen , @starwithaheart, @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @sultryfandoms , @new-zealand-chic , @crowleysqueenofhell , @thealliasylum , @legit9thlunaticwarrior , @baysexuality , @josiewrites , @seeingstarks , @sldghmmr , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch , @whenimakeitshine1234 , @blaquekittycat

“For the love of God, David! How many times do I have to tell you that you can’t stay?” Was the only thing you could mumble once you found him lying comfortably on the bed after you left the bathroom.

“C’mon, it’s late and my room is too far! It’ll be a one time thing, I promise” He could barely contain his yawn as he spoke.

“David, your room is literally next door. Out!” You threw the wet towel that was wrapped around your body on his face “Now!”

The boyish grin continued to stay glued to David’s lips as he intently watched you get dressed in an old oversized t-shirt - aka your version of pajamas. “If I didn’t know any better, I would say you’re trying to convince me to stay” He chuckled after he successfully stole the clean cotton panties you placed on top of the bed before your shower.

“Give it back, David. I mean it”

“Do you?” The taunting smirk continued to dance across his lips and soon his hand hid the underwear underneath his pillow “How bad do you want it back?”

“Seriously? How old are you? Ten?” You rolled your eyes in annoyance before sighing “Cut it out, David. Just give it to me, go back to your room and let’s move on with our lives”

You knew the risks of being friends with benefits with David. You also knew that falling in love with him - even more - was highly possible since he was all one could want in a partner. He was funny, handsome, kind, thoughtful, joyful, undeniably hot, comical, loyal and also an amazing lover. Completely focused on making sex as enjoyable to his partner as it is to him.

And that was when it all went downhill. The feelings you already nurtured for him became even stronger after you had sex and you could already tell how this was going to murder your heart once he was finally ready to settle down with someone. The more you fell for him, the more you felt the need to step away from this. And so you did, what first started as daily encounters were now only sporadic. Slowly but surely you pulled back.

No more makeout sessions, no more sleeping on the same bed after sex, no more being each other’s confidant, no more pillow talk, no more cuddling, no more oversharing feelings, no more whispering “I love you” while he’s asleep by your side and hopefully no more hooking up in the near future. All of this was necessary in order to prevent yourself from the biggest heartbreak you would undeniably have to face sooner or later. *Rip off the band-aid* was your creed and so you were living by it.

As your eyes lost their usual glow, David sighed “What’s wrong, sparkles? And don’t say ‘nothing’ because we both know that’s bullshit! You’ve been acting weird. You’re avoiding me, we never do anything together anymore, you’re shutting me out…why? Did I do something or say something I shouldn’t?”.

You kept quiet, not being able to look into his eyes, afraid he would read the truth dancing upon your orbs - as he always did. “It’s nothing, David. Really, I promi-”

“Don’t! Don’t do that” He warned, making you instantly look up at him with a frown. And then he continued “Don’t lie to me. We promised we would never lie to each other, remember? No lying and no fake promises” David crawled on top of the mattress until he was kneeling on the bed in front of you. His hands cupped your cheeks and his intense crystal blue eyes stared into your soul “Don’t shut me out, please. Let me in”.

You felt your eyes filling up with unshed tears as you whispered “I’m scared…too scared”

“Not everyone is going to hurt you, sparkles” David’s voice was gentle and soothing as if he was talking to a frightened child. “I would never hurt you, you know that-”

“But my heart will…it already has”

David’s eyes softened after hearing your words “No it won’t, you know why?”. You shook your head and David instantly gave you a warm smile “Because we share the same heart, with the same feelings and the same fears” Seeing the confusion upon your features, David’s smile grew bigger “I also have feelings for you, sparkles. Deep feelings that go beyond friendship and casual sex. The famous yet feared four letter word”.

“What?” Was the only word your lips could mumble

“I’m sorry to bring you such terrible news, sparkles. But I’m in love with you” His eyes gleamed with happiness and relief, smile was wide and heartwarming, instantly making you feel complete.

“You jerk” You slapped his chest playfully “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?!”

“For the same reasons you didn’t tell me! Plus, in my deeply in love state I thought it was better to have you somehow than not having you at all” He brushed your hair away from your face before teasing “Damn it! Can you be romantic for once? Here I am, confessing my love for you and instead of doing the same you call me a jerk?”

“You know I have feelings for you” Your voice was a mere whisper, afraid that if you spoke too loud you would wake up from this dream.

“Four letters word related feelings?” David’s voice was hopeful as his eyes searched for yours. A soft smile appeared on your lips and you nodded “Yes, I do love you, Davey”.

He wasn’t able to stop smiling, not even during your kiss. David pulled back to caress your cheeks with his knuckles “You look exhausted, come to bed with me” He kissed your forehead and allowed you to lay underneath the white comforter with him.

“Oh, shit. I forgot my panties. Can you give them to me, please?”

“Why? They’ll be gone first thing in the morning anyway” He shrugged before turning off the bedside lamp.

“David!” You reprimanded him with a chuckle

“What?” He placed a soft peck on your lips “Easy access, duh”.

After you playfully slapped his arm, David laughed and soon pulled you closer to his embrace. “Goodnight, sparkles. I love you” He whispered

“Goodnight, Davey. I love you too”

#david finlay fanfiction #david finlay imagine #david finlay x reader #david finlay #njpw imagine #njpw wrestling #masochist writes #masochist headcanons

[aydaptic]

When it comes to your fics, do you have any favourite chapters, moments or lines from them? Also once you’re finished with your web-comic, do you have any ideas for future reed900 fics?

Oh, wow. It's heartwarming that ppl are interested to know. What the phck? ;-;

I do have some favorite chapters/moments/lines, yes. These contain spoilers for those who haven't read my stories, and want to, so here's your warning...

FAVORITE CHAPTERS

(A&E) Ch. 5: Emotional Shock. Writing Carl and Leo felt very natural to me somehow as their voices came really easily.

(A&E) Ch. 15: New Year's Eve. I got to introduce my headcanon for Gav being a Magic Mike fan and great dancer. Him getting tipsy and essentially 'being his flirty self' instead of holding back bc Niner isn't deviant yet just made me so happy. I also tore my own heart out with the ending. It hurt.

(A&E) Ch. 17: Stay. My 1st Reed900 s*x scene. Despite me being ace, and s*x-repulsed, these intimate scenes are my favorite thing to write. I also love the little peck Gav gives Niner's oblivious jawline before they part ways.

FAVORITE 'A&E' MOMENTS

(Ch. 1) Niner's introduction.

(Ch. 5) Gav accidentally dropping his Bluetooth earpiece.

(Ch. 7) Niner patching Gav up.

(Ch. 8)

Tina: "All right, you two just have to fuck already. Blow off some steam." Gavin: "Last thing I need is getting my dick stuck in one of those things." Nines: "Oh, please. As if I'd ever let you top."

(Ch. 8) Niner getting hacked by CyberLife and Gav saving him.

(Ch. 10) Niner holding out a detached android arm to Gav trying to light a cigarette and asking if he needs a hand.

(Ch. 10) Niner interrogating Gav during sparring.

(Ch. 12) Gav patching Niner up and hugging him to reduce his stress levels knowing that's what Hank -- and Sumo -- did.

(Ch. 13) Niner draping his jacket over Gav's shoulders to keep him warm and letting him touch his palm's chassis.

(Ch. 16) Gav shielding Niner with his body in a burning building.

(Ch. 19) Niner deviating for the final time, grabbing Gav by the throat, pushing him into a wall, and kissing him.

FAVORITE 'LIBEROSIS' MOMENTS

(Ch. 1) Gav nearly breaking his arm punching a guy.

(Ch. 1)

OC - Iris: "I wonder what he's doing here." Nines: *nudging the unconscious person she's referring to with his foot* "Honestly, not much."

(Ch. 3) Niner throwing a crumpled napkin piece at Gav and the latter in his dramatic glory accusing the former of trying to kill him.

(Ch. 6) Gav getting territorial as Niner has taken a honeypot approach on the case, successfully egging him on to get him in bed, and making it very clear that he's 'his' in the process.

(Ch. 8) Gav platonically bonding with his ex OC - Craig again.

(Ch. 10) Niner wrecking Gav with kisses alone by being more dominant.

FAVORITE 'A&E' LINES

(Ch. 2) Fowler: *to Gav's outburst after hearing Niner is assigned to him* "I've still got a headache from Hank's outburst back when Connor was new to the precinct and I don't need you giving me a migraine!"

(Ch. 2) Gavin: "What the fuck is this? They sent you back to the Ken-doll fabric and give you an upgrade?"

(Ch. 4) Gavin: "I doubt it's your encrypted p*rn collection, so speak up."

(Ch. 4) "Was he [Niner] human, Gavin would've already had him pinned to the mattress."

(Ch. 4) Nines: "Deviants are like infants. Give an infant a gun and it wouldn’t know what to do with it."

(Ch. 13) Nines: "When you're done being dramatic, please get back inside the car."

(Ch. 15) Gavin: "If you're expecting a fucking waltz, I'm sorry to disappoint you... but every guy who's good in bed knows how to use his hips."

(Ch. 15) "He was terrified to want him, and yet, there he was... wanting him anyway."

(Ch. 17)

Nines: "I fail to see how sleeping with you would benefit your current state." Gavin: "I'd pass out quicker." Nines: "A hit to the back of the head would be immediate."

(Ch. 19) Nines: "You keep pulling me back."

(Ch. 19) Gavin: "Stay."

Context: The line itself isn't much to write home about, but it's the way he says it in my mind. Best example I can give is the 0.04-0.05 second mark of this beautiful Reed900 edit: Reed900 | RK900 X Gavin Reed { Colors }. It's literally just the "Stay out of my way" line from the game, but the music makes it sound soft AF, and nearly completely quiets the "out of my way" part. So it just sounds like a whispered "stay." It's also a very profound thing of Gav to finally ask as he's earlier told Niner to get out of his life.

FAVORITE 'LIBEROSIS' LINES

(Ch. 6) Nines: "User 'Gavin Reed' not found."

(Ch. 7) Gavin: "We're meeting with Dick Perkins and the Powerpuff Girls down the road."

(Ch. 10) Nines: *after Gav asks what last name he wants to use* "I'm holding out for 'Reed'."

FUTURE FICS

As for future fics, also yes, I do have some plans! Said plans are both for the 'Alive' ficverse -- A&E and Liberosis are part of it -- as well as standalone Slow Burn works.

(The 'Alive' Ficverse) WebComic adaption of Liberosis.

(The 'Alive' Ficverse) Gav's bachelor party.

(The 'Alive' Ficverse) A parallel story where every 2nd chapter skips between two instances in Gav's life. One of them, he's at a stakeout with Niner whilst pining for him, and the other is Gav reminiscing about his past with his recent ex. Reminding himself of 'what went wrong' and why he shouldn't 'try again' to have a romantic relationship. I want to share the complicated Gav/Craig story as it has so many layers to it, but most ppl simply wouldn't be interested as it's not Reed900... thus I was sneaky and put in a parallel Reed900 story that ties into it, lol. Ppl are ofc easily allowed to skip the Gav/Craig parts in their entirety.

(The 'Alive' Ficverse) WebComic adaption of that parallel story.

(Slow Burn) Gav and Niner are at a stakeout where the former poses as a stripper while the latter poses as a bartender.

(AU - Slow Burn) Niner is a s*x android, accidentally gets involved with a case bc of a client, and works as an informant for Gav.

Somewhat unrelated, but I also plan to animate my own Reed900 GMVs :)

#dbh #reed900 #gavin reed #rk900 #900gavin #gavin900 #900reed #g9 #detroit: become human #long post #Q&A #anonymous #*aydaptic

[peacerisendove]

EPISODE 58

HERE’S A PLAY BY PLAY OF ME READING THIS EPISODE.

Me: “Oh, okay so they DID have sex.“

Me:

-SCREECHES AT BIG ETHEL ENERGY-

I FUCKING KNEW HOW DARE THEY

I KNEW HE WAS ASEXUAL/AROMANTIC!!!! HOW DARE THEY STRING US ALONG THIS STUPID NOT-MYSTERY FOR 58 EPISODES. YOU COULD HAVE DONE THIS SO MUCH BETTER!!!  -AAAAAAAAHHHHHH-

WE FUCKING BEEN KNEW!!!!!!

GOD. I LOVE ACE/ARO JUGGIE, BUT THIS TONE THAT EVERYTHING IS ABSOLUTE OKAY AFTER 58 EPISODES (AND WHO KNOWS HOW MANY YEARS IN THE STORY).

Re: The Trula being an exception shit - I’m willing to look past with skepticism because being ace/aro is not something that fits into a fixed set of parameters. Sexuality is fluid and how you experience differs between people. If Jughead is our only ace/aro (maybe demi?) then his representation of asexuality/aromanticism feels kinda iffy if you’re depict him as having an exception. It feels like his character is playing into the very thing you say he’s unhappy with. You’re displaying him and his sexuality as having “found the right person,” which (I’m only asexual so I can’t definitely speak for the aromantic experience) feels so incredibly insulting.

Though they also don’t explicitly state he’s asexual or aromantic which sucks. Do better Big Ethel Energy. Why are you afraid to say it???

BUT GOD YOU’RE JUST SWEEPING IT UNDER THE RUG NOW IT’S DONE LIKE ALL YOUR OTHER PLOT POINTS!!! (Ex: DILTON BEING THE INTERNET TROLL/BULLY (They treated you so bad Dilton, my boy. Honey you did not deserve that), VERONICA’S CHEATING!) YOU’RE SWEEPING UNDER THE RUG.

I am glad there is communication and that they handled it so maturely. But they both spent YEARS feeling a certain way. If I was Ethel and saddled with the emotional baggage due to someone’s treatment of me I would not be over it so fast.

I genuinely appreciate these panels.

But it also feels so wipe-my-hands over and done with. I’m also still a bit bitter that asexuality and aromanticism was a ~mystery~ plot point and was the REASONING WHY JUGHEAD WAS ACTING SO COLD THIS ENTIRE TIME. If you’ve been following along with my read along/rants you know that I think that using his sexuality as the reasoning for his behavior feels reductive. Though, I guess with how Jughead states that he deals with people telling him, “You just haven’t met the right person,” when it comes to romance I understand that he would act irritated by it all or cold to justify his behavior, but I also can’t since he’s been portrayed as acting cold toward the people who only show him romantic interest not those who are dismissing his feelings.

Yeah, no, I’m going back to my original opinion that how they handled this could have been a lot better. They made him cold and crotchety because of his sexuality. That’s not good.

This plot point could been handled so much sooner.

...And honestly does Jughead’s dislike of Ethel actually make any sense? Guy’s my brain is bouncing about as I think about this. They had sex, he found out he wasn’t interested in anyone sexually or romantically, and then he proceeds to avoid her and get pissy at her when she returns home? No, his initial dislike of her makes no sense. Even if you spin it as she reminds him of that time/he has some sort of lingering frustration toward the event of them having sex. It just doesn’t fit right. Emotions can be irrational/misdirected, but I don’t think that’s what’s happening here. And if that was the intention it’s portrayal has missed the mark.

I feel that the writer PLAYED this UP for the tension. His initial reaction toward Ethel in this series makes no sense.

ALSO TRULA FUCKING KNEW???? I’m glad she didn’t say anything cause he wasn’t out, but she also didn’t fucking help with stringing this along. Like I know keeping your nose out of things isn’t good for plot progression, but I’m just ‘Hmmm“-ing how Trula handled it. She can absolutely be a flawed character/ unreliable narrator. NO one has to be perfect in this comic, but I don’t know something with how Trula’s information was handled or presented doesn’t sit right with me.

Alright, so yeah. That’s it for me reacting to this episode. Jughead and how they treated his character was my emphasis for reading this long, so now I wonder what I’ll latch onto next. Maybe if there’s more info or mystery about Ms. Grundy (making her a lesbian was a phenomenal idea 10/10), but I don’t think so? We got answers there, but it also didn’t feel like a finish plot line.

This webcomic feels like a jumble. Anyway that’s it for my ranting this episode.

My personal highlight of the episode: Jughead has an undercut/shaved sides which I like aesthetically.

If you want some straight up good representation of asexuality and aromanticism please check out Jughead 2015.

Also here’s a collection of screenshots of Juggie being ace and aro from the comic if you want to take a look and see what the comic is like. I can’t recommend another comic more highly than Jughead 2015.

#dove reads BEE #dove reads big ethel energy #and SCREAMS #big ethel energy

[zirkkun-wiki]

🖤《 underlust reimagine faq 》❤️

《 AGE RATING: M for Mature / 16+ for suggestive themes, abuse, and violence. 》

an underlust au that takes a spin on the original concept to present a thematically similar story, but with some slightly different aspects that have led some of the characters to take different roles.

this is the FAQ. if you are looking for the MASTERPOST, please click here.

🖤 -- credits -- ❤️

Undertale © Toby Fox Underlust by @/nsfwshamecave

❤️ wasn't this originally called underlust rewrite? 🖤

yes, but it went through a name change due to confusion behind my intentions. if you see something floating around with the name "underlust rewrite" that is this same au, please know it's not a name i want to be used for this project anymore.

❤️ why isn't this series 18+, like underlust? 🖤

at the time of originally writing this, i wasn't particularly confident in posting 18+ content online, nor in my ability to create it. while i have altered this mindset somewhat -- still not super confident in my 18+ content, but i have posted some -- i didn't want to completely alter my plans for this story. however, it is still a mature story by all means; it just doesn't have explicit sexual content like underlust did.

❤️ is this just you shitting on underlust/a fix-it fic? 🖤

absolutely not!! i love underlust! it was the first au i ever grew truly invested in when i joined the fandom back in 2020 that not only inspired me but helped me become more comfortable with my identity and sexuality. i wanted to make this au not only because i loved it, but also because i wanted more people to experience the same feelings i did upon reading underlust the first time.

❤️ can i make content with underlust reimagine? 🖤

yes! this is answered more in depth in my main blog’s faq. biggest thing to keep in mind is to make sure any nsfw or 18+ content is not in the main tags on tumblr, is filtered under an E rating on ao3, or whatever situation applies to your social media of choice. i support nsfw content so long as it's in a safe place.

❤️ who made the original underlust? 🖤

underlust is an au by @/nsfwshamecave, who is no longer in the fandom and has since donated their au to the utmv fandom as a whole.

❤️ will there be any canon ships for ULR? 🖤

no, there won’t be. any ship-like content i’ve made can be considered non-canon, as well. there are canonical crushes and the like, but no specific relationships will happen in the storyline.

❤️ if there's no canon ships, what's up with condoriano? 🖤

condoriano was really initally just a joke by my friend @murmur-utdr-au / @murmurkins that we accidentally made more serious by giving him a story and such. but he won't make any directly canon appearances in the underlust reimagine storyline.

as for insans x ace, the ship condoriano spiralled from, you're totally fine to ship it! both @tatatale and i are fine with anyone who wants to do so. but know that ace will not have a canonical partner, and insans already has a canonical partner of his own!

Thank you for supporting the ULR comic! Be sure to also support Underlust (18+) by reading the original if you can!

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