#and i'm putting way more of my eggs in those two baskets anyway

[supercantaloupe]

didn't get the research grant i applied to for this summer but eh. that's alright

[rassicas]

You at some point said that you wanted to change some of the backstory of Verna regarding his relations with Grizzco, to better reflect his position and purpose at the company with the new rotm and potential Splat3 dlc lore. Now that we have everything, have there been some finalized thoughts on the subject?

currently with my OCs I'm a bit stuck. I have this whole huge plot I've been trying to work out with how Cress and Verna reunite and get into some... Wacky Misadventures (they are going to have a bad time. together), and come out of it more understanding of each other....all this takes place prior to the start of Splatoon 3, and Grizzco is involved in that story so i cant really work out what happens to Verna during Splatoon 3 until all that is worked out...augh.

oh god i accidentally wrote too much about how grizzco works in my splatoon OCs setting. under the cut

How I've basically worked it out in my setting is that it's as if Mr. Grizz doesn't even exist. Well, he does, but...you can NOT convince me this literal mammalian bear is micromanaging an egg collection operation a few hours away from an underground cavern, all while building a spaceship, repairing alterna, and doing god knows what with fuzzy ooze? his voice from the radio is pre-recorded. He's just in the background trying to get his golden eggs for his stupid mammal revival plan. Grizz is pretty paws-off with the actual operations of the company. In order for Grizzco to operate like an actual company in the Inkling world, Mr. Grizz needs connections within the Inkling world. He needed to hire people, and lots. contractors to pilot the boats. the helicopters. people to repair them when there's issues. contractors to set up the grizzco building. people to maintain it. Supplying and maintaining weapons. Who put the statue there? Remember when grizzco would actually close its gates? someone had to be doing that. Advertisers? Sales of eggs? Do you really think Mr. "Does your species even have bones" Grizz is doing all that? No. So how would Grizz get these connections? I think ORCA could've helped out in some way with scouting some people online or with Grizz's business knowledge being an all-knowing AI. ROTM sure does a great job explaining or even implying anything about the relationship between those two. /s. But ORCA still is just a virtual entity, and you'd need a physical representative for some things, right? Anyway this is where the Judds come in. I think the idea that Lil' Judd being Grizz's initial way into the Inkling world...sucks. That's probably what the Splatoon team is going for and I do not care, the timeline on that does not make sense. Grizzco was introduced to us, the players, in April 2017. At this point the egg baskets are all installed, and there are Inklings in-universe partaking in egg collection....Lil Judd was born only a few months prior. I'm sure it would've taken a while for grizz to get everything together to establish this company. To me it makes more sense for Judd to have involvement. He's the only other mammal, and the one with all the power. (not only do i think the implied canon timeline sucks, in my OCs canon, i've had it established that grizzco has existed in some form several years before s1 so...) I wouldn't think Judd would know about the mammal revival plan. but like, Judd lets Grizz set up because he's looking out for his fellow mammal, and saw the kind of energy benefits this would have….also more salmon meat, yum. Judd canonically has numerous connections in the Inkling world, even to world leaders. He could use these connections to allow for Grizzco to set up business and give that permission to operate in the restricted areas where Salmonids live. Beyond this I have a hard time imagining Judd getting too heavily involved. Like once some other people are hired to do some more micromanaging of the company Judd kinda dips. Lil judd doesn't get involved until some years later and takes more direct interest in the company. With permissions granted and Grizzco operating as a defense against the Salmonid army while also providing power eggs, then grizz could do whatever he wanted so as long as an amount of money and eggs went into the Inkling world. And eggs are the primary source of income for Grizzco, so this part is very important. I think very early on Grizz would've had to personally deal with the sales of eggs to get the money to get the company started...maybe selling to octarians even? But for some real business dealings in inkopolis, youre gonna need some representatives in-person. anyways remember when this post was about my OCs. So I'm making a Grizzco board of directors, and they're the ones who actually maintain the company and the things in it while Grizz is busy in Alterna. Even the directors don't really know about Grizz's mammal revival plan, they just supply him with golden eggs and turn a profit for the company, by whatever means necessary.

After spending quite some time at Grizzco and becoming more trusted as an employee, Verna gets to know some of these directors. Some become his allies, and some are a bit more unsavory... He starts spending more time with some of them especially after his salmonid encounter, and they'll have a role in Cress and Verna's story. I've had some of these guys bouncing around in my head for years. some of them have art that im sitting on. i wish i could share more but I am Not done cooking </3 so to answer your ask in short. yes I have finalized much of the things with how i have grizzco functions in my OC's setting, and im basically ignoring the existence of grizz himself, in the same way that grizzco as a company runs completely normally even after grizz basically dies in ROTM. but at the moment, i do not have all the details finalized with other people at the company and how verna interacts with them

[savi-of-ithaca]

Do you have any wisdoms?

Like, any nonspecific ones

hmmmmmm. gather round, gather round. ahem ahem, well...

1. stay silly. don't take everything to heart, it's not that bad, trust me, just always be a little silly. not for anyone else's sake, but for yours. and don't rush things, yes, there's a lot of things to get done and indefinite amount of time, but that's how you get burned out. take care of yourself.

2. know when not to be silly. sometimes people need a person to talk to, who'll listen and give good advice, and as someone people usually turn to i've got quite a bit of practice. in those moments never take other people and their emotions for granted. otherwise, in my eyes you just simply aren't their friend. friends need to listen, to communicate, and to respect if the friendship is ever going to last...you can't just expect friends to know when something is wrong either. want help? show them, tell them.

3. don't worry too much...ultimately, the people around you may never see you again. or they might be so close to you that they won't even care what impression you give off. stressing about how someone else sees you is NEVER fun. ofcourse it is normal to want to know how the other person views you but never spend too much time trying to manipulate it

4. focus on learning to do things on your own. now i'm not saying never take help, it's alright to ask for help, but some fundamental things that get done for you when you're a kid living with a guardian that you just need to keep in mind you will have to do yourself. you need to be careful, you get only one life

5. if you disagree with a friend over something, that doesn't mean you leave the whole relationship behind. that's just stupid. you'll never find someone who agrees with you on every major thing, and what's important is that you get past it and still enjoy being friends. don't set your expectations for people too high, everyone has flaws and it's your job to look past it and then maybe work through it together. i think it's important to mention that changing someone should never be your end goal, you have to accept any flaws and work through them TOGETHER, only if the other person is willing. it's their life and you can't control them in that way. the only thing you can control is if you accept them and want to continue to be in their life.

6. if you like someone, hold onto them. talk to them everyday/often, show them you have interest in them, tell them about your day, ask about them, just grab onto the person because eventually we let go of them, so it's best to make the most of it...and if we don't let go, you now have a good friend for a long, long time. and this one's hard for me to follow myself but try not to be afraid to ask someone to be friends with you. really, the worse that can be said is no, usually followed by a valid reason. because if the person gives any other reason, or is mean, you wouldn't have enjoyed being their friend anyway. don't be afraid to show care, because it will eventually come back to you. <3

7. never put all your eggs in one basket. from personal experience, if you let your life revolve around one person, you WILL end up hurt. keep people close to you, and keep more even closer. everyone needs a support system. just, for life. keep your own definition of "close", but never ignore the people who can help you when you need it, who need help themselves.

8. tell stories. stories can help you learn so much about yourself, about the people around you, about the people listening. who answers your stories by asking questions, remembering the details and truly appreciating how important your stories are? those are the people you should keep with you, because they try and a friendship/relationship is always a two-way street. what stories bring you joy? who were the best people you have met, that gave you brilliant memories? can you do anything to give the same memories to someone else?

9. respect yourself. know your boundaries, don't try to hurt others with them but use them as intended, to protect yourself for anything you think could hurt you. you don't have to stoop to someone's level if you don't want to and you don't owe anyone your emotional stability.

that's all i can think of that's important for now, do tell me what you think. thankyou for the ask! <33

[loveislandthegame]

thoughts on today’s volume! first of all, i jumped for joy when i realised it was a girls’ choice recoupling … i pray that FB finally puts that tired ass “delulu bombshell picking you no matter how many times you reject them” plot line to rest . speaking of delulu bombshells, tyler really should've put his eggs in someone else's basket 😭 his (unique, not inevitably merged with the other LIs) personality is nice, he was just not the one for me . there's yet another discussion about ~connections~ during the date. hm...

incredibly pointless drama with whatever girl has beef with MC, in my case sophie . i'm not bothered that she flirts with jin, and it ended up being a fake out anyways, later on she picks jack at the recoupling . truly a low budget version of the lottie/gary/returning hannah drama

then the heartbreaker challenge was an obstacle course ? 😭 i thought it was going to be a lie detector test . anyways i gave claudia my heart, and she gave me … half her heart (i gave jin the diamond scene heart) honestly if there was a poly route with claudia and theo i’d be downnnnn, but theo is getting very jealous . more on that in a little bit

of course i didn't know this while playing, but whoever you gave your (free) heart to wins the challenge, and takes you on the date . i thought claudia just won by default, and was expecting her to pick theo so this was a really nice surprise ❤️❤️❤️

back to the guys, jin and tyler are so ... i don't have the words for it . Unserious! i didn't include it above, but when i picked claudia during the heartbreaker challenge they were deadass like "Where are you going?" & "Wrong direction?" 😭 moving on.

eavesdropped on the explosive, juicy argument between claudia and theo . shockingly well written, but i think the previous seasons have significantly lowered my standards . here’s a very abridged version:

after this there's an option to check on theo (or just go get ready LMAO) . i thought he would be tense but weirdly enough he was genuinely happy to see MC ? at least, there was absolutely nothing indicating that it was in a fake/strained way ? Girl...

picked jin at the recoupling, byeee tyler . you seemed nice but it's a chop

i was like, mentally checked out during his exit diamond scene so i can't give a proper summary . all i know is that there was two more bombshells, named christy and brad . claudia kissed them both . blah blah blah. theo did indeed kiss OG girl rachel, and they actually acknowledged that theo used to be a player . tyler said he thinks theo matured , but those old ways are coming back to the surface 👀 (theo kinda gives me levi energy: gorgeous, but he ain't shit)

one more thing, i'm honestly not sure if the theme is zodiac anymore, i feel like FB would have or...should have introduced it by now . the theme genuinely might just be "constant barrage of bombshells in the villa" 😭😭😭

[joytraveler]

#2: Egg Catchem

berd_snurglar: haha i'm been saving up all my egg puns for a day like this Baconnaise: This is not men, what are you doing

Bea is controlling an astronaut(?) who can only dodge between three conveyor belts. Eggs are slowly rolling by on the belts: brown ones are supposed to go untouched, landing in the brown basket at the end. White eggs are less common, but the object is to push them into the wastebasket on the opposite side.

Llord_Kuruku: Well, there's your man... one out of two chance Syrupentine: Why is an astronaut reenacting an old Lucy sketch?

"You can't put them in your mouth if you're in a helmet, man!" She misses the first few but quickly picks it up, humming Powerhouse before long. "Nnno. Nno! Bad eggs, off with ya! BEAT it!"

berd_snurglar: hey all my jokes :( Glockroach: *yolks. how could you fuck that up HNV: Better scramble before Bea devils you any further aroseahorseboy: she's a bit of a benedict arnold

As Bea's score climbs higher, a new egg appears-- mossy green. When she takes it to the wastebasket, the wastebasket turns green; the green egg seems to have hatched! Now she has to keep putting bad eggs into that one, or else a long 'tongue' will reach out of the wastebasket to grab the good brown eggs!

"I have no ham to go with this so I'ma toss it.. oh.. OHH, EW. What did I do here??" She does her best to keep it fed, but it doesn't seem like the next stage will ever come! "Some of our eggs are healthy and some will completely turn your trash can evil. I want to complain to the egg manager please.."

Baconnaise: Green Eggs.. and DEATH

More green eggs are appearing, and luckily she can feed them to the green bin without trouble. Then, with an ominous bass sound, a large blue egg appears. The question of whether it's good or bad is answered almost immediately, as it hatches two spindly little legs and goes marching around on the conveyor belt eating up the good eggs!

Bee52: See, this is why I didn't want to take over my dad's farm. Syrupentine: Oh god it's like that video where the worms come out of the praying mantis

"I hate this!! Ooh I really don't like the way it walks either, the little march? it's way too happy about this!" she ends up chasing the blue egg around, forgetting to keep her eggs sorted, and soon she's racked up her first game over!

aroseahorseboy: BUZZBOMBED Bee52: BUZZBOMBED Bee52: bah, seahorse beat me

[Editor's note: "Buzzbombed" is a ritual chant given in the chat when Bea loses a game. Most of them from here on have been excised for redundancy's sake.]

"Rrrrrrrgh, I can't be in two places at once! I don’t know how you counter that, I didn't see any power-ups or anything, but, i guess its just one of those survive game!"

Syrupentine: It looked like a cute old arcade game until it started getting gross and weird HNV: I hope that's a theme with all of these!

"Well, sure it was weird but, I would HOPE so anyway! That's half the fun of these, seeing what crackpot ideas go into them. Having said I don't want to do this one anymore right now. I don't think I can win anyway, what's next..."

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Ortho Shroud Fairy Gear Personal Story: Part 2

"The finest 'evolution'"

(Part 1) Part 2 (Part 3)

[Gymnasium]

???: Excuse me. May I have a moment?

Deuce/Ace: That voice is…

Deuce/Ace: Rosehearts-ryōchō!! / Riddle-ryōchō!!

Ace: What's up? Ohhh, were you worried and came to check up on us?

Riddle: That's right. The two of you didn't return for dinner, so I brought food for you.

Ace: Eh, seriously!? Thanks!! Man, you're always so thoughtful!

Riddle: Your attitude is really temperamental, as always, isn't it?

Grim: Funyaaa!? I smell some food! Must be comin' from that basket Riddle's carrying. What's inside!?

Grim: Sniff, sniff… There's some open sandwiches, boiled eggs, cheese tarts and fruit. Not bad!

Epel: Grim-kun, you're really energetic all of a sudden! Just until a second ago, you were just sprawled out sleeping on the floor～!

Grim: Stop it, Epel! Don't grab me by the neck like that!

Jack: Riddle-ryōchō, I apologize for the fuss. Thank you very much for coming.

Sebek: …

Riddle: …Oh, you were here too, Sebek?

Sebek: …Yes. That is, I heard from Silver that they were stuck, so I came to provide them encouragement.

Ortho: And after that, he provided many ideas and helped with tasks, so he's been very supportive!

Riddle: Heh, that is a good attitude for him to have.

Riddle: There's more people here than I thought… It was a good decision for me to bring extra. This way, everyone will be able to partake in the food.

Riddle: You should all take a break to eat.

Ace: Alright! Thank you very muuuuch!

Ortho: ….

Ortho: (Oh, it's true… When I just did a quick vital scan, everyone's parasympathetic nervous system has activated.)

Ortho: (Everyone really was needing to take a break. I didn't even take into account their mental and physical fatigue.)

Epel: Hey, Ortho-kun, you should come over and rest with us too.

Ortho: Don't worry about me. I'm an AI, so there's no need for me to eat…

Ortho: And besides, I haven't gathered enough data to overload the data processing capabilities in this gear, anyway.

Ortho: While everyone is resting, I'll keep working on a few things.

Epel: Okay… Well, don't work too hard.

Ortho: Ehehe, I'll be fine. But thanks, Epel Felmier-san.

Riddle: …

Grim: This cheese tart's super amazing! I'll nab the leftovers!

1: Grim, you were just sleeping through that whole thing, you know.

Grim: Nuh-huh! I also totally was walking down the runway all dashing-looking!

2: Save it for those who had been working hard.

Sebek: You understand properly, human. Which means this tart belongs to someone like me, who utilized both my brain and my muscles.

Jack: Not only have I been helping with these tasks, but I've also been practicing for the show. So I'm even hungrier than usual.

Jack: Besides, I'm not used to wearing high heels and being forced to walk and pose like this…

Riddle: I'm sure. You need to be able to grasp how to walk beautifully in heels. If you are trying to learn how in a short period of time, it's no wonder you are struggling.

Riddle: However, from what little I was able to watch earlier, you seem to be getting the hang of it. You've all been working hard.

Ace: If you wanna praise someone for working hard, I'm the one who got everyone here together to work on this, you know.

Ace: Well, there's also some people who just came on their own, though.

Deuce: Hey, don't say that like you're the only one doing stuff! We're all working together to solve this situation.

Epel: Yeah. But the one who is working the hardest is…

Ortho: Hmm… Should I look over the drone's tracking ability once more…?

Ortho: I'll also adjust the automatic video streaming program as well. Also…

???: Do you have a moment?

Ortho: Riddle Rosehearts-san! What can I help you with?

Riddle: I heard from Ace and the others. So, you've been working by yourself to put together all of the equipment for the show, I see.

Riddle: You have a large quantity of machines here. If it were me, I'm sure I would be up all night reading through all of the basic operational manuals.

Riddle: Your skills are something to behold.

Ortho: Ehehe. I'm happy for the praise, but this is nothing.

Ortho: If I had more time to prepare, I could project these illusions all throughout campus, and not just be limited to inside the botanical gardens.

Riddle: All throughout campus? Really? That is amazing. I cannot fathom that at all.

Ortho: When you say things like that, it makes me want to show it off even more.

Ortho: It would be a little difficult to do right now, but… I'll think up an illusion that will amaze you, Riddle-san, you can count on it.

Riddle: You've already amazed me enough.

Riddle: All of the first years gathered here have all been highly praising your abilities.

Ortho: All of them?

Riddle: Indeed. And they're not only speaking of your skills, but also for the fact that you have been putting forth the greatest effort…

Ortho: I see… Everyone's talking about me…

Ortho: Well, it's only natural for me to do all I can. After all, this is a serious ordeal for the school.

Ortho: Ignihyde is basically a sauna, and because of that, the HP gauges of both my brother and the rest of my dormmates are all in the red…

Ortho: I'm sure everyone in the other dorms also have their hands full with their own unexpected issues as well, right?

Riddle: That's true… The students in my dorm have also been taking turns to make sure our rose trees don't wilt, and our animals don't get sick.

Ortho: If I can solve all those problems, then I'll basically be the hero of the school!

Ortho: And above all, Vil Schoenheit-san said that there was no other person that embodies the theme "evolution" other than me…

Ortho: When I got selected for a position like this, of course I couldn't help but get excited.

Riddle: Unlike how Ace and Jack were reluctant when they were nominated for this position by their Dorm Leaders… Here you are, standing tall.

Ortho: …That's because this is a first for me.

Riddle: Eh?

(Part 1) Part 2 (Part 3)

[one-sad-human]

•Worth It• Duff Mckagan

Pairing: Velvet Revolver era! Duff Mckagan x Younger! Reader

Requested? Nope!

Theme: Little bit of everything/???

Warnings: Language, panic attacks, anxiety references, drug references

Word Count: 3k

A/N: Fic 2 of 2! This is the longest fic yet! Took a different approach to writing this one, hopefully it payed off. Let me know if you guys liked it or if I wasted my time with this one lol.

     You had met Duff in a coffee shop in LA. It was crowded and you were lucky enough to snag a chair before the lunch rush. Duff wasn't, and asked you if he could sit at your table.

     You grew up with Guns n Roses, bought his solo album the day it came out when you were just 15, and now listened to Velvet Revolver faithfully. To see your idol, your celebrity crush stand right in front of you holding a cup of coffee and a scone sent you for a loop.

     "Of course," you had said, starry eyed. You were only hoping he was as kind as the interviews made him out to be. Maybe have a conversation with you and be polite for a while before leaving and never seeing each you again. That would be good enough.

     It didn't end with a coffee, it had just begun. He asked for your number, and you stared at him for a moment thinking you had imagined it. That was until he tilted his head a little and looked at you with a nervous expression. He backtracked and you immediately stopped him.

     "No! I mean— yes! Yes, you can absolutely have my number." You scrambled for a pen and paper and ended up scratching your number on a receipt from the record store. You shook so hard you could barely get the numbers down.

     Out of all the record store receipts you've stuffed into your bag, the one you gave Duff Mckagan had to be the one for when you bought Velvet Revolver's 'Contraband.' He didn't say anything, just smiled and promised to call.

     You honestly didn't think he would've. You played it off as just him trying to be nice. It didn't stop you from answering every call you got for the next three days, however, even if you recognized the number as the tax collector you'd normally never answer.

     But then he called.

     "I tried calling sooner, but I kept calling the wrong number. You don't have the most eligible handwriting," he had told you. You laughed but really, you were in shock.

     You set up a date at the fancy restaurant downtown that always intimidated you. You didn't say anything though, even though you knew you wouldn't want any of the overpriced food and you'd end up eating something you couldn't pronounce and was two portions too small. Maybe even hit up a fast food joint afterwards.

     When the day finally came, you couldn't even figure out what to wear. You couldn't tell if you looked underdressed or like you were trying too hard. Did the clothes even fit the right way? What would Duff think? Would he even care?

     All questions were answered when you left your house. Duff was leaning against his slick car parked in your driveway, a button up that was barely buttoned and dress pants with boots. He stared at you and you wanted a hole in the ground to shallow you up until he smiles.

     "You look gorgeous," he said. You blushed and grinned, thanking him before saying that he looked great too. He drove you to the restaurant and on the way, you talked about music.

     You shared some of your favorites, he adored how well rounded you were. You liked pretty much everything from punk rock to the mellowest of mellow. Duff mentioned some of his favorites, some you made sure to remember the names of so you can check them out.

     When the ride was over and you finally got to the restaurant, your previous fears came back. Duff reassured you looked better than 90% of the people there and you knew it wasn't true but it made you feel better anyway.

     Your eyes widened to the size of saucers when you saw the prices of the food. You knew it'd be pricey but you thought there'd be more options that stayed within two digit numbers.

     Duff saw your panicked expression and said not to worry, he'd pay. It didn't settle your nerves enough and when the waiter came, you ordered the cheapest and simplest thing you could find.

     "Chicken noodle soup?" He teased. You shyly looked down and shrugged. "This isn't your scene, is it?"

     "Not exactly, no."

     "Want me to be completely honest with you?" You nodded. "It's not mine either."

     That's all it took for you and Duff to scramble sheepishly out of the restaurant. You both shared a laugh in the car and went to Burger King. It was much more your speed and, as you'd find out that night, Duff's too. You suppose all the money he's had since such a young age didn't completely change his ways. He was like a kid trapped in a 40 year old man's body.

     You'd thought at first the age gap would feel strange, after all, you were 15 years younger than him. But after that night, it was barely noticeable. Funny looks from strangers every once in a while was nothing.

     By the second date, Duff was already aware fancy spots weren't your forte. He told you it was a surprise and to wear something cozy, as LA nights got chilly.

     He packed a picnic basket and drove you out to the most beautiful flower field you had ever seen at sunset. It was secluded and high up, giving a perfect view of the city skyline. After gawking and taking in the sights for a few moments, you regained your ability to speak.

     "It's gorgeous. Pretty far from the city, did you take me here to kill me?" You joked. He laughed and rolled his eyes. His lighthearted laugh sent sparks straight to your heart, and you decided that it was your favorite sound.

     You unfolded the blanket Duff brought and you both sat down. You ate the sandwiches and sliced fruit Duff packed and talked. You talked about everything, from your family to fears and insecurities.

You told him how you suffer from nightmares. Flashbacks from your broken childhood coming back to bite you in your sleep. Duff shared how he's suffered from panic attacks since he was a teenager. You felt you knew each other for years.

Neither of you felt weird for sharing and neither made the other insecure. You were completely open and honest with each other. It was strange, you've never connected to quickly and effortlessly with someone before. Sure, you've had men in your life, but never had you clicked with someone so fast, never had you fit with someone so perfectly.

Hours passed and it felt like minutes. Only did you realize how late and how exhausted you were when you saw most of the city buildings light have gone off for the night. The city that didn't sleep was dark.

"I should get you home," Duff said to you.

"Will you stay the night?" You felt a little silly for asking. Were things going too fast? Would he even want to stay over?

He agreed, and that's how your first night together went. You both stayed up even later and had more lighthearted conversations, unlike the ones that partook at the field. Like how one of Duff's first jobs was at a bakery and could bake a mean cake and how you can't cook to save your life.

You ended up waking up without remembering falling asleep. You're head was placed comfortably on Duff's lap while his head was lolled back against the couch cushion. He looked so serene and peaceful you couldn't help but smile at the sight.

You made toast and somewhat successfully cooked some eggs and bacon. It might have been the first breakfast in years that didn't end with the smoke alarm going off.

Duff eventually wandered into the kitchen and you both ate. By the time he left, another date was already set up. He was like a drug an you were already hooked.

Months later and the addiction still wasn't kicked. You didn't want to, and Duff didn't seem to want you to quit either. You both soaked each other up like the sun on a warm day.

You had almost weekly dates and you stayed over each other's houses almost every other day. Duff did have his kids some days, though, so some days dates were cut short or Grace and Mae slept over his house and you wouldn't see each other.

You were always understanding, his kids came first and you'd never blame or get upset about it. It's something Duff admires about you, your never ending understanding and empathy for him.

One of those days where Duff stayed over at your house started normal. He cooked dinner and you washed the dishes, and then you put on an old Ramones concert you had on DVD.

You were laying on his chest, his fingers running through your hair when all of a sudden, he tensed up. He quickly stood and excused himself to the bathroom. You frowned but before you could think much of it, you heard a loud bang and something clatter to the ground.

You jumped up and rushed to the bathroom. You swung open the door because you were perfectly aware the lock hasn't worked since you moved in.

Duff was sitting on the floor, a pill bottle laying on its side not far from him. You quickly spot the name of the medication and identified it as your anti-anxiety pills. You shoved them aside and sat next to Duff.

He was sweating bullets and his skin felt cold and clammy, his breaths were labored and heartbeat was loud and pounding erratically. You coax him gently to take deep breaths, holding onto his hand tightly and talking quietly.

"I'm sorry, they come on randomly sometimes," he apologized after he'd called down, but you quickly shushed him. You reminded him of just how many nightmares he'd comforted you for and he stops feeling so bad about it.

     It was always a true partnership with Duff. Never had you felt you gave or took too much, it was always equal. Always a two way street, with everything.

That wasn't the last panic attack you had to help him come down from. Later down the line you've gotten better at calming him down and learning his triggers, even though sometimes they really do come on suddenly without reason.

A year into the relationship was when you met Grace and Mae. They were young and didn't completely understand why their parents weren't together anymore, so it took them a while to warm up to you. Luckily, they eventually came around.

Duff and Susan met up regularly to discuss their kids and co-parent properly. And while you had all the reason to be jealous of your boyfriend with his ex wife, you never did. You had complete confidence in him, he was honest and loyal and you doubted he'd ever hurt you purposely.

That's why it destroyed you when he left you. Tears were shed from both parties as he gave his reasons for breaking up with you. His insecurities he tried his best to bury had come to light and nothing could change his mind.

You thought you were completely honest with each other, but you suppose his doubt in his relationship with you was the one thing he kept secret. He had somehow convinced himself you'd be better without him, between the constant touring and the baggage that came with him and his kids, he finally buckled under the weight and stress.

You had tried to convince him that he was worth it, but if Duff is one thing it's stubborn. The best relationship you'd ever have and the best year of your life went down the drain within the matter of one conversation.

You were down in the dumps for days. You barely left your bed and didn't ever leave your house. You were in a depression and couldn't get out. A few of your friends eventually found out what had happened and broke into your house and shoved you into the shower before taking you to your favorite Chinese restaurant.

You felt like a disaster. Your hair was ratted despite the shower and you refused to put real clothes on, instead wearing sweatpants and a shirt Duff had left behind. You were a mess.

The hole in the wall restaurant was never busy but always had the best food. You were almost happy your friends dragged you out of your home until you saw Duff sitting at a table, eating egg rolls and lo mein.

You've came here together all the time. The high sodium in the food always made him sick to his stomach and you'd always end up giving him nausea remedies and tea. He never changed his order though.

You locked eyes with him for a while. Dark bags were under his eyes and he looked more pale than usual. He looked as terrible as you felt. You weren't sure if you were spitefully glad he felt awful or if the despair on his face just made your heart break further.

When you couldn't take his intense jade stare anymore, you looked up at the menu. The next time you looked back he was gone, you weren't sure if he was really there at all or if you were finally losing your mind for good.

     Another week crawled by. You got better enough to continue working. You had to pick up extra time for calling out for a few days after the breakup. You wouldn't say things were going well, but you weren't crying in bed every day all day anymore.

     You had constant dreams about him. Some were nice, ones where he didn't leave and you were together, holding each other tightly. Most were nightmares, flashbacks of when he left. You didn't have him to comfort you anymore when you woke up soaked in sweat and tears, and that might've been the worst.

     Another week went by, and you were starting to get back into the swing of things. You still thought about him, even silly little things reminded you of him. Like when you would catch a sniff of freshly baked sweets like he'd bake you or certain songs playing on the radio. It also didn't help that you ran into people wearing Guns n Roses shirts on the daily.

     You also refused to get rid of anything he'd left behind. Tee shirts, guitar picks he left from when he'd play for you, or CDs from bands he introduced you to. Reminders of what you lost were scattered around your home but you couldn't bring yourself to do anything about it.

     Suddenly, it's been a month. You weren't over him, but you had a feeling you'd never be completely. He was something special, you can't forget things as special as your relationship with Duff.

     His items still weren't thrown out or returned, instead all packed in a box sitting in your closet. But you'd be lying if you said you would never reach into the box to grab a shirt to sleep in or a CD to listen to when you needed a reminder of the good times. You were making progress though.

     You decided to leave your house one evening. You were feeling especially terrible and wanted to take a walk to clear your head. You went to the coffee shop you had first met Duff in. Maybe it was a mistake to go and get a flood of memories but you couldn't stop yourself.

     You sat in a seat near the window and people watched, taking occasional sips of your drink. It was quiet except from the talk of the workers and the hum of the overhead speakers.

     There was a sudden squeak of a chair of hardwood floors and it broke you out of your daze. You snapped your gaze up to meet the very familiar green eyes you've been trying to forget.

     "Can we talk?" He asked, and you couldn't say 'no.' Duff sat across from you and started off by apologizing.

     He said he wanted to talk to you sooner, but was too afraid you wouldn't want anything to do with him. You rolled your eyes at that, if only he knew just how much you missed him.

     He then started from the beginning and explained why he made the decision to leave you. As it turns out, it was mostly because of stress. His bandmate Scott was having problems with drugs and the flashbacks from his GnR days frightened him. He was worried he would end up relapsing and he didn't want to drag you down with him.

     Combine that with all the troubles that came with dating a single father, and he couldn't take it anymore. He felt too guilty.

     It all seemed like ridiculous reasons to you. Even if he had made the mistake of falling off the wagon, you still would've stuck with him. And you didn't mind his kids at all, after nearly a year of knowing them and you were very close to them.

     "I love you, Duff. I wouldn't have left you over that, I'd help you through anything. And I love Grace and Mae, too," you told him.

     "I know, but I didn't want you to have to deal with all that baggage." You frowned at that. You reached your hand across the table and grasped his, squeezing it tenderly.

     "You're worth it."

     After that day, you and Duff started seeing each other again. It wasn't the same as before, but maybe even better.

     You were more transparent with each other. If one had a worry or problem, you'd go to the other. You talked everything through with him and he did the same. Even if it seemed insignificant, talking everything through never failed to make it better.

    You were happier and healthier than ever before. Sure, there were a roadblock or two, but they only made the relationship even stronger, and you wouldn't have changed a thing about it.

[lokis-army-77]

If You Please

Chapter two

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1726

I'm bad at writing descriptions, so this is basically a reader insert into The First Avenger and then we'll see how it goes from there.

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Early the next morning, before the sun was even out, I was awoken by something gently stroking the side of my face. Then Bucky's gruff morning voice greeted me.

"Hello Doll, I've been waiting for you to wake up," he whispered, breath tickling my ear. I replied with a short, soft grunt and buried my head between us. I felt his chest jerk ever so slightly from him chuckling at me. I felt him try and scoot my body away from himself so he could get up, but I wrapped my arms tighter around him.

"Doll, let me go, I've got to get up. You don't want me to be late shipping out do you," he questioned while trying to pry my arms off him.

I shook my head saying, "No I'm not letting you leave, you have to stay right here."

"I know, but I've got to go, not even you can get me out of this one. I'll be back here in your arms before you know it." He lifted my head up so we could look at each other. I saw the traces of sadness in his eyes as he looked at me. "Will you come to see me off?"

"Of course I will. I wouldn't miss that for the world,” I paused, “Steve will want to come too." I slowly let go of Bucky and watched as he slipped out from under the covers and threw his legs off the side. He fumbled with his shoes for a minute and then stood up. Then he turned around and looked at me.

"I'll need a proper goodbye kiss before I leave," he smirked. I huffed out a laugh and inched my way over the bed to where he stood. I got up onto my knees, snaked my arms around his neck, and pulled him down into a sweet but firm kiss. I felt his hands grab at my hips and a second later he was pulling me closer. The kiss lasted a moment longer and then I gently pushed him away.

"Go, before Steve catches you here or I change my mind on letting you leave." He gave me a quick peck on the lips before he made his way to the window and opened it. He slipped out quickly and quietly, soon after it was like he'd never been in my room at all.

Two hours later at seven I had woken Steve up and gotten breakfast ready.

"Hey Steve, I'm going to the docks to see Bucky off, do you want to come with me," I asked while putting the plate of bacon and eggs in front of him.

"Yeah, that would be great. What time does the boat set sail?"

"Boarding starts at eight so I'd say the ship sets off at about 8:30. We'll need to leave in a little bit, it's a twenty-minute walk and you need to get dressed.

When Steve and I had made it to the pier it was so crowded you could barely move two feet without bumping into someone. We looked around for a good ten minutes before I heard someone calling out mine and Steve's names.

"Hey, I'm over here! Steve!"

"I see him over by the rope fence, let's go," Steve declared while grabbing onto my hand, to lead up to where he had seen Bucky. Pretty soon we were both scooped up into a group hug. We all three laughed and pulled away.

"I’m glad you both could make it,” Bucky smiled.

“You’re family, we wouldn’t miss this for the world,” Steve grinned.

“Now don't go do anything stupid until I get back, that applies to both of you," Bucky says while pointing at Steve and me back and forth. I gasped and feigned offense.

"How could we, you're taking all the stupid with you," Steve retorts jokingly.

Bucky shakes his head, "You're a punk, you know that right?"

"And you're a jerk, so I guess we're even. Stay safe Buck," Steve sighed and gave Bucky a hug.

Then Bucky turned to me and teased, "Now I mean it when I say stay out of trouble. You're a handful and then some.”

“I make no promises Barnes,” I countered, playfully shoving him. He then grabbed me and brought me into a tight embrace, placing a peck atop my head. I could feel the tears coming when we pulled away from one another. “Please be careful Bucky and write to us when you can.”

He wiped the tears from my eyes and smiled sadly, “ I will kid, I will.” He turned away and gathered up his bags and then turned back to Steve and me. “Well, I guess I’m off. I'll see you two again in no time.” he started to walk away and I moved closer to Steve, grabbing hold of his hand.

“Don’t win the war until I get there,” Steve called to Bucky’s retreating figure.

“Sir, yes sir,” Bucky called back, turning to give us one last salute. We watched him as he boarded the ship. I kept my eyes on him the whole time, waving to him whenever he looked our way. The ship finally left port and a few minutes later the crowd started to disperse.

Steve and I stood together watching as the ship grew smaller and smaller on the horizon. He squeezed my hand and looked over at me. “We’ll see him again, he’s too hard-headed to leave us alone,” he laughed.

“You’re right, he’s been a constant pain in my side for the last thirteen years. Come on let's go home, I've got the day off.” I turned around to start heading back to the apartment. After walking a few feet I noticed that Steve wasn’t following. I looked back at him, he was standing with his head hung low and hands in his pockets. I slowly walked back over to him and poked his arm. “Penny for your thoughts,” I asked.

“I don’t want you to freak out but I have something really important to tell you,” he started. “Yesterday night before you and Bucky found me, I went to another recruitment office.”

“God Steve, we talked about this already, if they find out that you’re lying on your form you’ll be arrested. You need to stop doing this, I won't be able to get you out of legal trouble.”

“Well you see,” he started, but I was quick to interrupt him.

“Oh my God, Steve, how are you not in jail. I can’t believe you didn’t tell me this last night,” I chastised.

“I told you not to overreact, let me explain. I did get caught but there was a doctor there who represents this group called the Strategic Scientific Reserve. He was interested in why I have tried enlisting five times. When I explained my reasoning, he decided to give me a chance.”

I stood quietly beside him for a while, processing what he had said. Working for the SSR I already knew he was talking about Dr. Erskine. “What do you mean chance? Like you've been recruited,” I speculated.

“Yes, he's given me the chance to do something, to be more than the little guy at home not doing anything. I can’t just sit here and let others go fight for our country without even trying to join them. Even you’re closer to this war than I am. I just want to do what’s right,” he said with conviction.

“I know you do, but I’ve already got one person I care about going to the front, I don’t think I can handle you going also," I sighed. "I won’t try and stop you, but I don’t know how I feel about you doing this.” I grab hold of his hand again and tug him along. “Let's go, we’ll have to start getting your things ready for basic training.”

“Alright, but stop tugging on my arm, I’m right behind you.”

“Sorry, just making sure you’re following.”

“Anyways, thanks for understanding. You know your support means everything to me, Shortie,” he said lightly nudging me with his shoulder.

“You’re welcome and stop calling me shortie. I've been taller than you since I was 13,” I shook my head laughing. “Now can we get going, I want to be home before lunch.”

After lunch had passed I got to doing chores around the house as Steve packed up his trunk in preparation to go to Camp Lehigh. We were both running around the small Brooklyn apartment doing our own little things.

“When do you have to be at Lehigh,” I called out to Steve who was walking back and forth from his room to the bookshelf in the small living area.

“I have to be there tomorrow. We’re jumping right into training, but I'm ready, I’m excited,” he answered while carrying a handful of books to his room.

“Steve, sweetie, I don’t think you’ll be needing that many books at boot camp. I doubt you'll have time to even pick one of those up,” I giggled, putting the laundry basket of folded clothes onto the kitchen table.

“‘I know I probably won’t but if I do have the time, I’ll want some form of entertainment. Anyways, it's better to be over-prepared than not prepared at all,” he quipped back.

“I guess you’re right. Here, they’ll give you your uniform when you get there but it’s good to bring some of your regular clothes.” I grabbed a stack of Steve's clothes and walked over to hand them to him.

“Thank you,” he said softly. I watched as he neatly placed the stack into the trunk at the foot of the bed.

Sighing I sat next to the trunk. “Are you sure this is what you want to do,” I questioned?

“Yes I’m one hundred percent sure this is what I want to do,” Steve confirmed. “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.”

“Okay, I just want to make sure you know what you’re getting yourself into. It won’t be easy. All of it will be harder than anything you have ever faced before.”

“I expect it to be. If it wasn’t a challenge they would let anyone join if they wanted.” He looked up from the trunk and gave me a small smile then went back to what he was doing.

[megsironthrone]

Meg's Game of Tales: Tale 14

*Familiar Characters are NOT mine! The original story of "Fowler's Fowl" was written by The Brothers Grimm."

Warnings: Fowler's Fowl AU, violence, blood, death, angst?? No real happiness here folks. Also another unintentional non-reader insert.*

Character: Margaery Tyrell

Margaery sat in the parlor, listening to her father and grandmother talking. She couldn't deny that she was bored. When she had conversations with her grandmother, just the two of them, Margaery felt she had someone to talk to that matched her intelligence. Otherwise, the young woman simply remained quiet unless something needed to be said. She didn't know that her boredom would soon be relieved in the most interesting and…dangerous way.

When the knock echoed through the manor, Margaery made her way to the window. Standing outside was an older man carrying a large basket on his back, presumably with all the food and clothing generous people gave him. Margaery watched as one of the maids handed him a loaf of bread. As soon as the maid's fingers brushed against the old man's, a glazed look came over her. Margaery's brows furrowed as the maid climbed in the basket and the man turned away, heading back up the road.

"Father," Margaery started, but stopped when she realized her father wasn't listening to her and her grandmother had chosen that time to leave the room. Margaery sighed, but decided not to say anything. The maid had left of her own will it seemed. So, Margaery went back to her business.

Two days later, there was another knock at the door. Margaery didn't see who it was, but another maid was soon discovered missing. When Margaery questioned the other household servants, they told her an old man came to the door and the maid must have left with him. It was then that Margaery began to formulate a plan.

Margaery was a brilliant young woman, everyone in the manor knew it. And when she set her mind on something, she NEVER gave up until she succeeded. So when her curiosity and suspicion was piqued, Margaery knew she had to figure out what had happened to those maids. She quickly formed a plan because in her heart she just knew that the old man would be returning.

Sure enough, after the passing of another two days, there was another knock at the door. Margaery practically ran to the door, stopping the maid from answering it. Margaery took the food from the maid and opened the door herself. "Good morning," she greeted with a smile. The old man looked surprised, but smiled in return. "Good morning. Perhaps you have a bit of food to spare an old beggar?" Margaery handed in a basket of apples, his fingers brushing hers just a little bit.

Suddenly, Margaery felt light-headed, like everything around her was fuzzy. Everything except the old man. Only now, when she looked at him, she didn't see an old man. She saw a handsome young man. There was a dangerous glint in his eyes that drew Margaery in. His voice sounded muffled, like Margaery was underwater. "Would you like to come with me?" Without even realizing it, Margaery nodded. The person…probably a mage, smiled. "Good. Climb in my basket, why don't you?" Margaery's feet moved with a mind of their own as she climbed in the basket.

The fog didn't lift as Margaery rode in the basket. It didn't lift as the mage stopped and set the basket down. Margaery climbed out and realized she was in a castle. She turned to her captor and they smiled. "I have to return to town for real food and you have free reign of the castle. Explore. Get to know the place. While I'm gone, I'd like for you to take care of this egg. Here are the keys. You are welcome to explore any room except that one." He pointed to a door and Margaery nodded.

As soon as he was out of sight, Margaery's fog began to lift a little allowing her to think clearly. She hid the egg in a safe place, knowing that getting it dirty or dropping it was some kind of test she could not fail. As soon as she'd done that, she headed for the forbidden room.

Margaery nearly screamed as she opened the door. Blood. Blood everywhere. A huge vat of it sat in the middle of the room. Floating inside, she could make out the heads and bodies of her two maids. She could almost feel the magic radiating through the room and knew she had to get started quickly. After getting another dress to protect her clothing, she fished the maids out of the blood and, just like she thought, the leftover magic in the room caused her maids bodies to return to normal and life to enter them once more.

The two maids began thanking her profusely, explaining that they had dropped the egg in the blood and he'd killed them. "Never you mind. I'm going to find a way to get you out of here. I just need you to trust me and stay here a little while longer." They nodded and Margaery left the room again to clean herself up and wait for the mage to return.

When he did return, the mage asked for the egg. Margaery produced it from the pocket of her dress. He inspected it and smiled when he saw no imperfections on the shell. "Very good. You have passed the test. You are the first to do so and so I shall make you my bride. Margaery fought the urge to vomit at the thought of being married to this man. Still, as soon as he'd said it, Margaery could feel the fog lifting completely from her brain and she realized she had a way to get her maids out.

"Very well, but before we wed, I need you to return to my father's house with a basket full of gold and bring him back here. He must attend the wedding. You must not stop. I will be watching from my window in the tower. If you stop, I will not marry you." The mage considered for a moment before nodding. Margaery smiled as he left her to her own devices while he rested for the journey ahead.

While the mage slept, Margaery set her plan in motion. She had her maids climb into the basket, then covered them with gold. She made certain there was enough air coming through the holes in the basket that they could breathe. Then, she found a skull in the bloody room, decorated it with jewels, and placed it the tower. After the mage left, she would put it in the window so he would see it and think it was her. She also took time to sew some leaves and things on a dress she'd found. She didn't want to ask where it'd came from.

When the mage left a few hours later, she reminded him not to stop for anything. With difficulty, he hoisted the basket onto his bag and started out. Margaery let him get a little bit away before she placed the skull in the window, changed into the leaf covered dress, and snuck out after him. She followed behind, hidden by shadows.

Whenever the mage would stop, the maids would begin crying out from inside the basket for him to get moving again. Each time, he would force himself to move again. All the while, Margaery followed, her dress helping her blend into her surroundings so he would not see her.

By the time they all reached the manor, the mage was exhausted. He was too weak to move. He fell to his knees on the ground outside the manor. The two maids took the opportunity to burst from the basket. They ran into the manor, crying for Margaery's father and brothers. Margaery snuck in through the kitchens and explained everything.

The mage was still on the ground outside the manor when Margaery's father came barreling out of the house as quickly as he could. He wasted no time beheading the vile man. "His tower should be burned as well, Father! So that no other may attempt his foul tricks," Margaery said. Mace agreed and ordered Loras to follow him.

As Margaery stared down at the lifeless body of the mage. She smiled to herself. She had outwitted him. No one else would ever underestimate her. For she, Margaery Tyrell, had rid the world of cruel, foul man with just her wits. She was one of the most powerful women in the world and she had proven it. One day, she would rise above them all and rule the world.

(*- the only place I could have put the reader was in the place of the mage and I couldn't write you guys like that. Anyway, we've only got more Tales!)

[iamanartichoke]

So, Loki trailer question for you (possible negativity, fyi). I just have this general feeling of...*offness* with Loki? Like I saw a post that said it felt less like Loki and more like Tom cosplaying Loki, which makes no sense bc Tom is too good of an actor for that but it does match up with the vibe I get. I can't put my finger on it, there's just this vague sense of it feeling not fully "Loki." I'm still cautiously optimistic overall, but curious if you felt any of the weird vibes I did?

I did (do) feel the weird, not-Loki vibes. I think it’s a combination of two things: 1) the tone of the trailer is impossible to decipher, which leaves the tone of the show rather up in the air, and 2) Loki as a protagonist is a new angle, and that type of coding can affect the vibes.

Re: the trailer’s tone in general: for me, watching the trailer was like - the first time, just !!! bc I wasn’t expecting a trailer to drop and, yknow, Loki; the next couple of times I was like, hmmmmmm, and the several viewings since then have oscillated between hmmm and okay, this has potential, which is more or less where I am in general on the show now. In my opinion, it’s hard to decipher the tone bc it doesn’t seem to really have a tone; it feels somewhat comedic, somewhat bizarre, and somewhat intriguing in a “this storyline is going to be some kind of puzzle we’re all trying to solve” kind of way. Not being able to figure out what kind of show this is going to be - for me, at least - makes it hard, in turn, to put a finger on how Loki is going to be portrayed in it.

That said, Loki’s new role plays a significant part in throwing off those vibes, too; not necessarily in a bad way but definitely in a different way. What I mean is, up until this point, what we’ve seen of Loki has both been a) as an antagonist (or anti-hero, at best), and b) in the context of being a background character to someone else’s (Thor’s) story. We’ve never seen him framed as the protagonist, and now that framing is against the backdrop of a completely new universe, one in which Loki is surrounded by new characters, with a new look (clothing style, etc), in new circumstances. The goalposts have totally moved.

For better or for worse, Loki’s story has often revolved around Thor, in that by being the anti-hero or foil to Thor’s protagonist, much of what Loki says or does is reactionary of what Thor says or does. Furthermore, a lot of Loki’s arc is tangled up in Thor, bc a big part of his identity struggle is a trauma response to how he was treated compared to how Thor was treated their entire lives. Loki has always been a complex character, and there’s so much more to him than Thor, but that context and setting is all we’ve ever gotten, since the first Thor film. Loki’s never been given the narrative room to be anything else and we may not like that, but it’s what we’re used to seeing.

Now it’s different. This is Loki’s story alone and tossing him into such different circumstances is, I think, something that contributes significantly to the “off” vibes about him. The setting feels completely different from the Thor films. Aside from the mention of “brother,” once, Thor may as well not even exist - nor Odin, Frigga, Asgard, or any of the things that have framed Loki’s storylines for so long. We don’t know how Loki is going to respond to these new circumstances; we don’t even know if Loki will remember he is Loki (if the theories about him having amnesia hold any weight). He doesn’t quite hold himself the same way. It does feel like a cosplay, because what we’ve basically gotten is dark-haired Tom not quite cpaturing Loki’s mannerisms and energy, in the middle of a bunch of scenery and characters that have nothing to do with Asgard or Thor.

So, yes; I do get that feeling of off-ness and I sort of agree with the “cosplaying” feel of Tom’s performance. That being said, though, I am reserving judgement on whether or not that bodes ill for the series. When we get more context of what we’ve seen, the puzzle pieces could all come together. I’m cautiously optimistic that they will. Because I also agree with your point that Tom is too good of an actor to not be able to play Loki “correctly” in this series.

What I keep reminding myself is that Tom’s contract was done after IW/EG. He wasn’t obligated to return for this series, and no one would have blamed him if, after that ending, he said no and washed his hands of the MCU completely. But he didn’t. He signed on and seems excited whenever he talks about it. He is very gifted and he knows, understands, and tries to advocate for Loki as much as any of us in the fandom I realize that I’m putting all my eggs in the Tom basket at this point, and perhaps that’s unreasonable and short-sighted, considering the overall “off” vibes of the trailer, but here we are. I do have a couple of eggs in the “I’ve read some speculations and theories that seem pretty interesting and I’m down for that” baskets, too, for what it’s worth.

ANYWAY. I’m not sure if that answered your question or not, so I’m sorry, but tl;dr: yes, I agree that there’s an “off” feeling about Loki’s portrayal in the trailer, and it’s possible it’s a bad sign, but it’s just as possible it’s not. Either way, you’re not alone in your feelings.

[haloshornsinkstains]

Devildom Easter Egg Hunt

A little late, but the idea came to me at like 11pm last night and I'm old and suck at staying up late these days.

Anyway, Easter in the Devildom. With my MC Kore, because I missed writing about her.

Warnings: Female MC, Not a reader insert, polyamory, way too much description of baskets of chocolate, that's it.

“What the hell are ya wearing Kore?”

“Everyone come to the council room after classes, it’s important.” That’s what the text had said. The one sent from your phone to all of the brothers, and all three residents of Purgatory Hall. It was more than a little suspicious, for one Kore never wanted to stay longer at RAD than she really had to, and secondly she was usually much more polite when requesting a favour. But to use the council room she must have gained Diavolo’s permission so it couldn’t be anything too bad right? At least, that’s how they reassured themselves before turning up. Whatever scenarios they had planned out, none of them came close to what greeted them in the council room.

She looked down for a moment, before grinning back at Mammon. “You don’t recognise it?”

“I believe what Mammon means is why are you wearing that?” Lucifer sighed, shaking his head at the younger demon who had been momentarily rendered speechless.

“Well…” She started, still smiling happily at them all, “it’s Easter in the human realm, and since I already had the bunny costume on hand from that serving job we did, I thought I could share some of the festivities with you all. Technically I’m a bit late, Easter was yesterday, but I wanted Dia, um, Lord Diavolo to be able to join in and he wasn’t back until last night.”

The Prince in question was standing behind her beaming happily, nodding along with everything Kore said. “Now now Lucifer, no need to look so grumpy. I think it’s wonderful Kore wanted to bring something from the human realm to all of us!”

“But, that doesn’t explain why yer wearing that!” Mammon huffed. “Anyone could see ya like that!”

“Mammon… everyone already has seen me in this? And you’re all here anyway.” She shrugged. “In the human realm there’s an easter tradition where a rabbit brings chocolate eggs to kids. I know you’re not kids, but it seemed like fun. I organised an egg hunt and everything!”

“Did you say chocolate?”

“Yes Beel, chocolate eggs. The ones for the egg hunt aren’t, because it would give you an unfair advantage, but the prizes are chocolate eggs.” She laughed, pointing to the small pile of baskets behind her. “No touching until we’re done.”

Beel pouted a little, but stared determinedly at the baskets. Levi frowned beside him.

“So, this is a game? Are there clues?” His eyes flashed with interest, games he could do.

“Not really, I can give you some if you’re stuck though!” Kore laughed. “So, I hid 60 eggs, with Barbatos’ help so he’s going to stay here and keep me company guarding the prize baskets. He isn’t allowed to tell anyone where they are, including you Dia, and you agreed to not ask him.” Diavolo nodded. “So, the rules are; no magic,” she nodded towards Solomon and Lucifer, “no stealing from other people, if they found the egg it’s theirs,” a few sideways glances towards Mammon, “and no fighting. Everyone got that?”

There were assorted nods and murmurs of acceptance from the gathered Demons and Angels.

“Don’t look so pouty Luci, you don’t have to join in if you don’t want to. You can still have a basket of chocolates.”

Lucifer huffed. “Of course I’m taking part. But you neglected to tell us where the eggs had been hidden, unless you mean for us to search the whole Devildom?”

Kore blushed and shook her head. “Sorry! They’re in RAD, the Castle and their grounds. I would have hidden them in the House of Lamentation and Purgatory Hall but I didn’t get time between classes and Barb had duties to fulfill.”

“Then can we begin?”

She nodded at Lucifer. “The inaugural Devildom Easter Egg Hunt is go! Good Luck!”

Kore leaned back against the table, watching with amusement as the group scattered, most heading for the door to scour the school. Simeon and Luke stayed back, opting to look around the council room first instead. Simeon glanced down at Luke, standing on his tiptoes to try and peer over one of the taller plinths and sighed.

“Kore?”

She glanced over at the angel. “What is it Simeon?”

“Would it be permissible to work in teams for this game?” He nodded towards Luke, expression fond as ever.

“Of course Simeon! It’s not really as serious as all that, I only put the rules in place so no one spoiled the fun by magicking all the eggs to them or getting into a fight. It’s just for fun.” She giggled, patting one of the prize baskets. “Besides, I’d put money on Beel and Belphie already teaming up. Even if it’s just from Belphie’s laziness.”

As if on queue a shout echoed through the room from the corridor. “Oi! Ya not allowed to work together like that!”

“Kore never said working together was against the rules!”

“Mammon, let them be. Belphie isn’t likely to be much help when Beel is carrying him.”

Kore burst into laughter, shaking her head at their antics. “Well, I would wish you luck again Simeon, but I don’t think you’re in the most need of it.”

He chuckled in response, heading over to the younger angel to guide him out of the room. “Indeed, come on Luke. See you later Kore.”

She nodded, in response, leaning back and listening to the echoing voices through the halls as Barbatos came to sit beside her, letting her lean her shoulder against his.

That was how they found them two hours later, when all of the eggs had been collected and the hunters returned to the room, Kore tucked against Barbatos’ side giggling at something he’d told her while his arm rested around her waist.

“Ah, I’m glad to see you weren’t too bored while we were searching for eggs!” Diavolo boomed, chuckling at the sight before them.

Kore flushed bright pink, head shooting up to stare at the gathered group with wide eyes. Her gaze shifted quickly over Mammon and Levi, smiling softly at them to try and ease the tension from them. There would likely be time for a discussion later, but she was pleased to see neither jumped to chase Barbatos away from her, polyamory was hardest for the two of them but they were growing, learning.

“You should know already that Barbatos is excellent company.” She chuckled, shaking her head. “Go on then, how many eggs have you all collected?”

They handed over their eggs, letting Kore note down how many each had carefully before the next person handed theirs over. She paused half way through, looking at the ones Beel and Belphie handed over with a small frown.

“Um, Beel, why is this one half of an egg?” She asked, holding the slightly mangled object in her palm.

Beel rubbed the back of his neck, refusing to meet her gaze. “I, um, forgot you said they weren’t chocolate and I got hungry.”

“It was lucky he didn’t swallow it whole.” Belphie grumbled.

Kore giggled and nodding, noting down their score.

Once all the eggs were counted Kore jumped from the table ready to announce the scores.

“Alright gentlemen, the scores for the inaugural Devildom Easter Egg hunt are in! I’ll be going in ascending order of score, last place to first okay?” There were a few nods. “Okay, last place with two eggs is Asmo,”

“I knew I shouldn’t have stopped to fix my hair.”

“6th place is Solomon with three eggs, not bad, joint 5th place are Satan and the team of Simeon and Luke with five eggs each,”

“Well done Luke, you found most of those for us! I’d have been last without your help.”

“Damn, if Lucifer hadn’t beaten me up that tree using his stupid wings…”

Kore paused. “Wait, you climbed a tree Satan?!”

“Don’t worry Kore, I have it all on video. I may not have found many eggs, but I did capture most of the best moments on camera. Satan was very cat-like.”

“Thank you Solomon, I’ll be getting all of those from you later.” She grinned, looking back to the list. Okay, so 4th place is Lucifer with seven eggs. Then in joint 3rd place we have Mammon and Diavolo with eight eggs each, congratulations both of you,”

“I guess third place ain’t too bad. At least I beat Lucifer.”

“Oh excellent! I think that was very good for my first Easter Egg Hunt, don’t you?”

“Yes Dia, that’s a very respectable score. In 2nd place with ten eggs is Levi,”

“Damn, I guess it’s not bad for a game that involved physical activity…”

“Which means in 1st place is the team of Beel and Belphie with twelve eggs. Congratulations you two.”

“It was pretty much all Beel.” Belphie yawned. “As soon as he knew there was food on the line I mostly just napped.”

“Honestly I’d have been very impressed if anyone beat Beel in a competition that involved winning something edible.” Solomon chuckled.

“Alright, so Beel, Belphie, you get first choice of the Easter baskets.” Kore smiled, gesturing towards the table behind her.

“Are they not all the same then?”

“No Luke, they’re all the same value but the contents differ slightly. Different shops and types of chocolate. Some just have big eggs, there’s a couple with lots of small things, some are a mix of everything… you know? Also Barbatos baked a couple of treats, so there’s one in each basket too.”

“You put a lot of thought into this.” Diavolo hummed. “It’s very impressive Kore.”

She rubbed the back of her neck, looking down at the floor. “Well, Barb helped a lot, and… um, I just wanted to make sure it was fun?”

“You did an excellent job on your own, I merely offered a helping hand.” Barbatos sighed, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Do not sell yourself short Kore.”

“Ah… Thank you. Okay guys, pick your baskets.”

Beel, to the surprise of no one, picked a basket full of large eggs, Belphie went for one with small sheep shaped chocolates. Levi picked a basket with a mix, including some small pink flower shaped chocolates that looked just like ones from an episode of the anime he watched the week before. Mammon’s basket also had a mix, mostly white chocolates dusted with golden sheen. Diavolo picked a basket of large eggs, dark, white and milk with intricate decorations across their surface. Lucifer’s basket of choice was filled with the darkest chocolate, more bitter than sweet and perfect with coffee. Simeon and Luke picked matching baskets, large and small chocolates in marbled milk and white. Satan’s basket was small chocolates, full of unique flavours and combinations. The final two baskets were fairly similar, a mix of sizes and types, though Asmo’s leant more towards fruity flavours than Solomon’s. With all the baskets collected Kore grinned at them.

“Happy Easter everyone!” She paused, glancing over at Barbatos. “Oh, Barb, your basket should be in your room.”

[pacificwanderer]

I'm sad we never even got a picture of Adam and Daisy together. Isn't that super weird? Even not bringing the Reylo thing, Rey and Kylo were the main protagonists of this trilogy. Do you think there was some falling out between the actors or could this have been someone higher up not making it happen?

Hey Nonnie,

I'm not super into speculating about actors private lives, but Adam and Daisy have always been super courteous and kind about each other and, regardless, if they wanted promo shots of those two, they'd have gotten them (hell, the actors from Dirty Dancing actually hated each other, and they had to put on their big kid pants and make it work).

I really think they didn't have much of a plan for this and, aside from Rian who really DID have a plan and a clear vision (and who also had a hand in the promo content for TLJ to), they just didn't give a shit/left it up to individual directors to decide. Like, look at the promo material for TRoS. Every piece of fan content that I've seen produced looks better than what we got for official content (and, honestly, it's always been this way).

They were fucking around with the movie itself up until the 11th hour, and it shows in every aspect of that movie. They also had NO idea what was actually going to resonate and threw all their eggs in the "trio" basket aaaand that didn't work out so well for them. SATISFYING my ass.

They should have delayed it. Yada yada Iger was supposed to retire in 2019 and maybe wanted it on the books, yada yada JJ seems to have gotten a lot of creative control and didn't have to consult with the story group for his and Chris's story yada yada they don't fucking care about romance or the fans that were invested in what tlj set up/were more concerned with picking the story up where TFA left off (and badly done), yada yada they knew they could get away with short changing the part of the fandom that did give a shit about the ST in exchange for making the loud assholes sending threats to RJ and bullying actors happy (spoiler, they hated the movie too).

Anyway, keep your money from corps who don't give a shit and only understand $$$ Support your local content creators and fuck the scraps they'll inevitably throw our way.

They're fucking cowards and IDGAF about supporting any of their content, especially when they go out of their way to regularly shit on my fandom for actually trying to like and make sense of what we got.

/rant

Tldr: they're fucking stupid. Support fan content.

Cheers, Nonnie.

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“Carnivore”: A Dracula Story: Plus Size Reader: Chapter 2

BBC/ Netflix Dracula  Imagine

Warning:  Mentions of cannibalism, violence kink and taxidermy.  Just a warning. Enjoy.

I had never been what I would call a morning person.

Unless by morning you meant 12 a.m.

If you meant being active when everyone else was asleep in bed then yeah, sure- I was a morning person.

But when the birds started to chirp and the people began to busy about... I. Was. Out.

Which was exactly why I was so extremely grateful to my butcher who stayed open to the wonderfully spry hour of eleven at night.

Bless his soul.

Joe was honestly a saint at times and I had no problem giving him my business.

I always peeled some off the top of our kills to bring home to my meat freezers but for my main diet...I needed a butcher and that was just that.

I arrived there at precisely 9 pm and I was greeted with a smile as I came through the door.

"Ah, my favorite creature of the night!" came the rather chipper voice of Joe.

I glanced up at him, "Evening, Joe."

"I have your usual ready." he said.  "It's just in the back."

"Sounds wonderful." I said dragging the large rolling cooler I'd brought with me to the front and wheeling it over to him.

"You're the only woman I know who actually comes in here with an ice chest.  Weekly.  Sometimes twice a week." he teased.

"Yeah, well, I'm a special breed." I said taking out the cash and handing it to him.

It was always the same and I paid him in cash...with a good tip.

Say what you will but tipping well made all the difference with people.

"I have some exotic game for you as well." I said. "It's in there before you fill it up."

"Keep your money then." he said with a smile.  "We'll call it a deal."

"Joe." I said with a pointed look. "I bring you my business because I want to and I bring the exotic meat because  A.) I know you can appreciate such a thing and B.) I adore the service.  So please don't insult me and just accept the gift and keep the money. Besides, last I heard you had a new baby on the way."

"For a vampire, you're awfully nice." he winked.

"What makes you think I'm a vampire?" I asked lifting a brow at him in question.

He just winked, "Oh, that's right it's werewolves that consume human flesh."

I stared at him and for a moment I had a mild panic attack.

Did he know?

How did he know?

He burst into laughter a second laughter, "I'm only joking!  Or was a spot on about your extracurricular activites?"

I narrowed my eyes at him.

"According to Marcus, you seemed to have quite the fondness for biting." he said speaking of a mutual friend that I may or may not have toyed with a few times.

Purely sexual of course.

Although, the man was a fine specimen and should I ever choose to murder him...he would make excellent steaks amongst other things.

"And how would you know such things?" I asked.

"He and Dylan are close." he said with a knowing smirk.

"Yes, well perhaps you and your husband should stay out of my 'extracurriculars' as you call them." I said, half joking, half dead serious.

Though in truth, Joe never took anything I said like that to heart.

I was what he like to call "Dangerously Adorable".

I abhored the term but it was endearing affectionate in a way, I suppose.

"Just fetch my meat, butcher boy." I said. "Before I decided to eat you."

"Ooooh, kinky." he teased. "I could probably convince Dylan to threeway. Neither of us have been with a woman in a long time."

I threw my pen at him to make him move and the sound of his laughter could be heard as he ventured into the back.

Moments later he emerged with my cooler and a basket on top.

"What's this?" I asked lifting a brow at the little brown thing. "Do I look like Little Red Riding Hood to you?"

"Yes sometimes you do give me that vibe." he laughed. "But in that basket are two special things for you.  One is a considerable amount of duck eggs and a jar of duck fat.  They're from my mother.  She really appreciated the package you sent her when she was sick.  I know you like to pretend you a cold heartless-"

"Stop talking, you'll ruin my reputation." I said with an unconvincing glare.

"Anyway, she wanted to say thank you." he said.

I made quick work of bidding him goodbye and got out of there.

He was one of the humans that I could tolerate being around for more than a little while...even if he was insufferable at times.

As I walked the streets with the basket on my arm and the cooler rolling behind me I thought of how conflicted I was with the nightlife of the city.

On the one hand, the convenience of having some establishments staying open all hours of the night was incredibly useful.

On the other, it usually meant conversation and I just had no patience for it sometimes.

Which is why it's so ironically cruel that the universe would put me in the path of someone who loved company.

"Hey, what's up, mami?"

I cut my eyes to the left to glare at the little heathen who looked me up and down.

Probably no older than twenty five.

A little younger than I would've liked and not really my type but attractive enough for me to toy with and end my boredom.

And certainly enough to make a meal out of it.

But was he awful enough to eat?

Was he some punk who just like to catcall?

As disgusting as it was .... did he have other motives?

"Darling, there you are!" entered a new, richly accented voice that I was unaccustomed to. "I've been looking everywhere for you."

I turned in time to see a man who was every BIT my type.

Older and classically handsome.

Like an old Hollywood movie star.

Tall and strong with years of aged muscle.

Not the roid rage muscles that the youth were so fascinated with today.

I likened that to the sensation of chewing tire threads.

No...this man...

This man was nothing short of delectable.

And damn him for being a knight in shining armor.

I so would have enjoyed feasting on his flesh.

"Hello, Darling..." I said slowly as he came closer to me and wrapped me in his embraced.

He unusually cool to the touch, not that I minded since I absolutely detested the sensation of being hot and sweaty.

He offered the young man a 'friendly' smile that seemed to say 'back off' behind the mask of politeness and the kid ran off.

"Thank you..." I said pulling away from the man.  "That was very kind of you."

"No problem." he said. "I fear the boy might not have had the purest plans for you in mind."

"And you would know this how?" I asked curiously.

"Because I have been a young man near a beautiful woman before." he smirked.

"So lust justifies rape to you then?" I countered.

"No." he said. "But it can cloud the mind and produce a level of stupidity. He might not have attempted to force himself upon you but he definitely would've touched without your permission."

"As you did when you took me in your arms?" I asked pointedly.

"That's different." he laughed a bit, seemingly shocked by the cheek of it all.

"How? Because you chose to play the Knight in Shining Armor?" I challenged. "Perhaps I was playing Little Red and I was looking for a Big Bad Wolf to eat me up after all."

"Well you would fit the bill. A tantalizing tart with a basket and all." he said, a slight air of irritation oozing from him beneath the mask of charm. "I'm sorry if I have offended you. I only meant-."

"I'm not offended." I cut him off. "I'm just a massive bitch and not much of a people person."

His handsome face pulled up into a grin and he laughed heartily.

"You are a refreshing creature aren't you?" he said.

"You have no idea." I said.  "Good night, sir."

"Dracula." he said extending his hand.

I lifted an eyebrow at him momentarily before leaning forward and whispering my name into his ear before placing a small kiss to his cheek.

"Good night, Dracula." I said.  "Now I must be off before the Big Bad Wolf comes back."

"Perhaps it's the wolf that chased the young pup away." he challenged.

I smirked, "Well, then, Mr. Wolf. If you're clever and hungry enough, you shouldn't have a problem tracking me down then."

I realized that those words were dangerous.

They were provacative and even luring to a stalker.

He could've easily been a psychopath.

But what did I care?

I could either have some fun with him and if he bid me harm....I'd simply have him for breakfast in the morning.

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Love, Kenny

[writemywaytoyourheart]

"Chocopies? Check. Hugs and cuddles? Check."

a/n: ugh I'm sorry this is a little late again, happy tuesday you guys <3 hope you guys like this week's post!

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Genre: FLUFF ❤️

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"Hey baby?"

You hear your boyfriend call out from the kitchen. You were in the bathroom trying to get your hair into a suitable hairdo and fix your smudged makeup- you were way too tired last night to take it off and too lazy now to do a whole new face of makeup.

"Yes love?" You call back then grunt in annoyance when the mascara under your right eye stubbornly refuses to come off, resulting in looking like a black eye.

"Do you have any ch-.....-ies..?"

You missed the last part of what he said, you squint, trying to listen harder.

"I'm sorry love but I did not hear you at all! Can you say it again?" You call out to him.

"I said do you ha-....-ny......-ies?"

Oh for pete's sake.... you sigh heavily and drop your tired arm, then apologize again.

"Look, baby I'm sorry, I'll be out in a second ok? I just can't hear what you're saying."

You grab another Q-tip and put more makeup remover on it then successfully wipe the stubborn mascara off the under part of your right eye.

"Aha! finally....now I'll just..." You mutter under your breath while you pull out your mascara wand and start refreshing your eyelashes.

"Baby?"

You jump and poke yourself in the eye when your boyfriend suddenly appears in the open bathroom door right next to you.

"Ahh! Ouch! Ow, ow, gosh dang it."

Your boyfriend immediately looks regretful and apologizes profusely.

"Sorry baby! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to scare you, are you ok?"

You giggle and kiss him on the cheek to show him he doesn't have to worry. Then you try to keep your eye from twitching as you fan it slightly, it hadn't hurt that bad but it made your eyes water and you really didn't need that right now.

"What was it that you needed Honey?"

Your boyfriend scrunched his eyebrows together in thought for a moment, making you giggle, and then he snapped his fingers.

"Ah yes! I was wondering if you had any...uh....Chocopies...?" He draws out the words slowly and his eyes dart around, looking anywhere but your face.

You laugh at his adorable expression, the fact that he was embarrassed was so cute. Unfortunately, you didn't have the snack he was obsessed with recently.

"Aw, no love, I ran out a few days ago. I'm sorry."

His face fell, but a second later he smiled and waved it off, saying he didn't want one anyway.

"I mean, I should probably be careful of how many of those I eat....ya know?" He chuckled.

You booped his nose and turned back to keep fixing your makeup and as you did you said nonchalantly,

"Hmm, how about we go and get some from the store? I needed to get some groceries anyway, I have like, no food. And a Chocopie sounds amazing right now." You wink at him through the mirror and smile as his face lights up.

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"Careful baby, here." Your boyfriend grabs your hand and steadies you when an older man shoves past- jostling you on his way inside the subway.

You smile gratefully at him and squeeze his hand affectionately.

On a nice day, you two would walk all the way to the store; since it wasn't too far away. But it was hot outside and neither of you wanted to walk in the muggy heat, and standing on the sidewalk for who knows how long trying to get a taxi, wouldn't be much better. So the subway it is.

Subways were always cramped and uncomfortable; especially when rude people would knock into you without a second thought.

You feel a warm strong arm wrap around you protectively and pull you close. Leaning into your boyfriend's chest, you forget about the fact that you're crammed into a tiny space, standing uncomfortably. Your boyfriend kisses you on the top of your head and breathes in the scent of your new shampoo.

"Ohhhh, what scent is that? I love it."

You giggle and kiss his cheek, "it's cherry blossom, I saw it and wanted to try it out. I'm glad you like it."

"I do!.....hmm, but you know what scent would be even better?"

"No, what?"

He bends down and whispers in your ear, his soft breath tickling you.

"Chocopie scent...."

You pull back and smack him on the chest lightly, laughing at him.

"Oh my gosh, you're insane!"

"Why?? It would smell delicious!"

You roll your eyes, "you're definitely addicted to those things.."

He just smiles and winks at you before pulling you back into his protective hug.

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Finally off the subway and heading into your favorite grocery store, you feel a blast of blissfully cool air hit you right when you walk through the automatic doors.

"Ahh, oh my gosh this feels so good...just wait a second.."

You stand under the air vent that is responsible for blowing welcome coldness onto your sweaty face; your eyes closed in content. You don't realize that your boyfriend is watching you, smiling like an idiot.

Eventually you sigh and walk further into the store, grabbing a hand basket.

He follows you and just giggles at the way you walk; bouncing up and down a little and swinging the basket.

I love that girl.

"Come on slow poke~" you motion him to come catch up with you.

He takes a few long strides and catches up quickly. Then slips his hand into your free hand, entwining your fingers.

You smile at him and squeeze his hand, then start swinging your joined hands between the two of you. He just plays along and tries to hold back his laughs.

"Y/n? Ya know something?"

"What is it?"

"You're the cutest thing in the world and I love you."

"wha- I, I mean, ah haha" you stutter and a blush starts creeping up your neck. He just smiles at you and continues swinging your linked hands.

"What's the matter? Embarrassed?~"

"No, I just, thank you..... Iloveyoutoo.."

You rush out the last sentence and lift your hand that's still holding his to cover your face.

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"I told you it was aisle fifteen...."

"You did not you little liar you said thirteen!"

"Uh uh, I distinctly said fifteen...you just didn't listen."

"Well I distinctly heard, thirteen."

You pout and cross your arms. He definitely said thirteen. He rolls his eyes playfully and pokes your cheek gently.

"Well either way, we're at fifteen now so let's go get that ramen you wanted. Sound good?"

You humph and walk into aisle fifteen, your boyfriend only a step behind you. You reach the end of the aisle and turn around again; confusion written all over your face. Then you turn around again, then again and start going back to the other side of the aisle that you started at.

"Baby what are you doing?"

Your boyfriend follows you and gently takes your arm. "Where are you going?"

"It's not here.."

"Huh?"

"The ramen, H/n....it isn't in this aisle."

"oh....they must've moved it..."

"Or you were wrong."

"Hey don't blame me!! You come here all the time, shouldn't you know where the stuff you get is?"

"Ugh, whatever. They must have switched everything around."

"That's what I said!"

"Shush, don't bother me, I need to concentrate."

The store did happen to switch a few things around, which you learned from the employee you asked for help.

Going around the store was difficult because they changed stuff, but also because the man-child that was attached at your hip; pulling stuff off the shelves to examine them and ask if you wanted "this too" or "this looks interesting, you want it?" He was obviously bored and trying not to think about his Chocopies that had yet to get a seat in the now stuffed hand basket.

You loved him to absolute pieces and you weren't bothered by it one bit, it just happened to make the trip last a bit longer.

It went on like this for a while, you picking out some rice, him asking if you wanted this weird looking rice because the container had a silly picture on it, you agreeing because it was too cute to say no.

Picking out vegetables, and seeing him come over with two handfuls of mushrooms for you to see if you wanted them. Needless to say, you got the mushrooms.

At one point you were grabbing another spatula and saw him looking over some weird cooking utensils; his eyes glued to a strange plastic thing....what even was that? A lemon juicer? Or a garlic peeler? Maybe it was a potato shredder.....

He started to reach out and grab it but you called to him before he could bring it to your attention.

"Hey, H/n! Let's go to the snacks now!"

He looked up quickly and nodded; coming over to you and completely forgetting the strange object.

You took his hand and started walking briskly, you had to get him to the snack aisle before he convinced you to buy the whole store because you just couldn't say no.

Finally in his favorite aisle, his face lit up and he started walking down; looking along the shelves for his new obsession.

While he scoured the shelves you look around for something salty to snack on along with the Chocopies. You settle on some chips that you both liked and a small bag of dried squid for whenever you crave it randomly.

When you look up again you see him hurrying toward you with a box of the special treat clutched in his arms.

_____________________

"Ok, we're checking out now...is there anything else you need Y/n?"

"Umm, I don't think so....let me check everything off. Pls tell me if there's something missing."

"Alright." He takes the basket and waits for you to start saying what you got.

"Rice?"

"Check."

"Vegetables?"

"Check."

"Milk?"

"Check."

"Eggs?"

"Check."

"Cheese?"

"Check."

"Seaweed?"

"Ok wait hold on..."

"What? Did I forget that? Dang it I thought I got it."

"No, no it's here. The word "check" is losing all meaning to me though." You laugh as your boyfriend shakes his head, trying to clear it. You guys finish listing out everything until you come to the snacks, but you had taken the basket back and were heading up to the cash register.

He follows closely behind and whispers in your ear,

"Chips?"

You laugh, "check!"

"Dried squid?"

"Check!"

"Chocopies?"

"Check!

"Hugs and cuddles?"

"Check!....wait what?"

He just laughs and hugs you from the back, walking with you to check out.

"I want hugs and cuddles too." You can hear the pout in his voice.

"You can have them when we get home, with your Chocopies too, hm?"

He nods happily.

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Back in the comfort of your apartment after the long day of shopping; you quickly put everything away while he helps you, then you flop onto the couch.

He comes into the living room carrying the box of Chocopies and the chips you got. He sits down next to you and offers you the snacks, you smile tiredly and grab a Chocopie and a handful of chips, putting them on your tummy so you didn't have to hold them while you ate.

He munches away happily and pulls you into his chest.

"Thank you baby."

You look over at him and wipe a crumb from the corner of his mouth.

"What for? You paid for the snacks, so thank you, love."

He shrugs and laughs, "thank you for going with me and for dealing with me at the store."

You laugh and cuddle into his side. Breathing deeply you start to relax; hearing the steady thumping of his heartbeat.

"I love you, H/n."

You feel him kiss your temple. Then start stroking your hair softly.

"I love you too, little cutie."

[judgement-free-sideblog]

Salt and vinegar

First of all, thanks to everyone who read my first attempt at the first person writing, I always struggled with that.

I must say I didn't plan to write a second part to Cakes and accidents because I am a sucker for one shots with open endings, but I actually had a clear idea in my head about how it should continue, and I found a spark of inspiration so here is the part II.

And thanks to @tholland96 @jillanaholland for commenting.

Also part of the inspiration came from this interview in case you want to check it out.

Tom Holland x reader

One shot

Warnings: Fluff, cursing, poor table manners.

The message was bright and clear in your cellphone screen, but still you had to look at ti three more times to make sure what it says, and once the idea had sink in your head you tossed the device away in the laundry basket you were supposed to do that night as if it had somehow offended you. That wasn't real, it was a cruel joke of destiny that Tom Holland, actually Stanley, said the voice in your head, invited you to have dinner with him.

And of course you didn't want to read much into it, you have been talking in an amicable way for the last three days and he was probably trying to be friendly with you. But if you had to sit next to that charming smile and those breathtaking eyes that make you smile like an idiot just by thinking about them, for more than 20 minutes you will end up making an awkward mess of yourself and he would probably feel uncomfortable and would run away scared.

You pick up the phone and ignore the text to call your sister, she may be younger but the list of broken hearts in her past made her the perfect person to give advice, and since it was almost 8 at night she may be free in her new home all those mile away.

"Well he clearly enjoys your company" The voice of your sister told you in the phone after you briefly summarize how you meet him "Y/N why are you doing this? This Holland guy is clearly interested in you, what the hell if he said is name is Stanley or Lucas or Wenceslaus" She made a pause to let you laugh, she always did that, even when she was angry, making jokes was a second nature for Y/S/N "If anything it only means he wants to have a more normal discret experience as a young adult, and trust me it that is hard to find, you should see the blokes out here, they feel like just because they have a couple thousands followers in IG I should be kissing the floor they walk on"

"I suppose you are right, but I haven't done this in so long what if I mess it up?" You said with a voice a little more desperate than you hoped for.

"Then at least you have had dinner with a handsome lad, and you will move on. Look you are not sure if this is a date right? Then take it that way just two friends eating, a normal conversation, maybe a beer and please big sister put on a bloody dress" she said before you start lecturing her on how little you cared for gender specific clothes and she talked some more about her new school. By the time you hung up it was 9:00 and you sent the answer to his text.

Sorry, busy doing laundry. Sure mate! 6 works for you?

"Oh Y/N why did you say mate?" You asked yourself outloud, you really were bad at this.

And here I am, being useless. You are such an adult. 6 works perfect, I'll pick you. Sweet dreams mate! 😉

His text came in within minutes and you let go a relief sigh, before start thinking about what you should wear, but Y/S/N was right, you had to take it as calm as you could, and he was in fact a charming friend, worst case scenario you still were going to have dinner with Tom Holland, that couldn't be bad, and with that in mind you finally went downstairs to do the bloody laundry.

"Looking good Bristol" he said once you open the door at exactly 6:00 pm the next day. "Good thing Tessa is not coming today, will be a shame to get grass and dirt on that dress" he add pointing down to the skirt of the flowy summer dress you finally picked, looking at you for one second to long. So maybe it is a date your mind said happy.

"Oh that's too bad, I actually got her something" You said picking out something from your purse "So she won't be out there chasing innocent british pastries" You said giving him a chocolate cake plush toy. And following him out to his car.

"This is adorable" He said again smiling with his whole body, and you wonder again how does he do that? "Sorry I forgot to tell you to don't posh up, I'm actually just coming out of the gym" Actually never mind. Your mind told you since he was wearing again a simple black tshirt and dark blue jeans, and then you could notice his hair was wet, he probably had just taken a shower ... don't go there. "And I'm actually starving, chips sound good?"

"Sure, I actually didn't like the ones in Bristol so it would be nice to eat them here." Yo said trying to shake your thoughts away from the danger zone and putting on the seatbelt "Isn't it late for being at the gym? I hope you are not an excercise addict"

"I don't think I am" he said with a little laugh "But what do you think is this too much" He said with an obvious pretend innocence flexing up his arms making the tshirt rise on his abs. That's obscene sir, sorry girl you are on your own. Said your inner voice shutting down all logical thinking

"No, you look quite... healthy" You said finally looking to the left, never finding a review mirror so interesting.

"Good I would hate to be too big" he said and you could hear the amusement in his voice, and somehow the fact that he was aware of your obvious crush on him make you confident enough to acknowledge the elephant in the room.

"Obviously, period pieces never look good on beefcakes and you can't be spiderman forever" you said casually and he turn at you a bit astonished.

"When did you knew?" He said and thankfully his tone was not anger nor embarrassment just genuine curiosity "And I would love to do a period piece, what about Heathcliff ?"

"Well I don't believe there is many Staffordshire bull terriers around named Tessa" You started "But I actually recognized you when I saw you" You finally confess, feeling the pressure lifting off your shoulders "But I thought since you were not comfortable giving out your own name it wasn't my place to say anything. And Heathcliff is overrated Linton on the other hand is more of a challenge"

"Oh don't be so harsh on yourself, I didn't mind giving my name or not, it just seemed something funny to do at the time, and Tom or Stanley I actually enjoyed talking to you" He said while he found a place to park. "Do you mind walking from here? Is a nice place but doesn't have and actual car park".

"Not at all, as long is not more than 5 blocks, I am getting hungry" you said with a smile while he maneuver to park his Audi.

"O'Neill's Kingston upon Thames" He said once you were both on the ground and he once again offered you his arm "Have you ever been there? Great food"

"I actually never been there, but sounds fine, let's go" you said gladly taking his arm and walking by his side and a couple blocks later you were finally at the Irish Pub.

"A pint of Guinness and cod and chips" He said returning the menu to the waiter.

"And the lady?" He asked while you struggle to not take forever to decide what you wanted, an old bad habit that your mother have tried to change constantly.

"The Bacon cheese chips and a pint for me as well" you said finally putting the menu away.

"My kind of girl" He said and winked at you, clearly not realizing that your legs will stop working because of it "So when do you go back to bristol?" He asked and that honest interest encouraged you to speak.

"By mid September, my mother is actually about to toss my train ticket in the trash since I didn't came back for spring vacations, but I had so much work that I couldn't."

"I totally get it, whenever I'm away my dad makes such a big deal about it" he said letting go a little laugh "I mean is not the same since I didn't go to college but is sweet"

"Oh but you cross the Atlantic, they have reasons to be worried. I'm just one train away" you said and a small spark of pride shine in his eyes, was he self conscious about you being in college? No that was ridiculous. "Anyway I actually needed this, my friends from uni are in their houses and my friends from high school are too happy with their boyfriends and girlfriends to hang out with me." There I'm a loser now we are even.

"And your sister is gone, been there. I have the feeling Harry is going to break up with me when he gets a real girlfriend" he said and make you laugh, a bit louder and more nasal than you wanted.

"That's some laugh" he said laughing too but instead of making you shut up or get embarrassed you laughed louder causing the waiter to look at both of you like you were crazy while holding your food.

"Yours is no better sunshine" Yo said finally and giving a I'm so sorry look at the guy that kept looking at you and he finally put your food on the table. "This looks delicious" You said taking out one of the chips making a cheese string to extend from the hot plate.

"That's like too much cheese" He said making a funny disgusted face, and then proceeded to add more vinegar and salt to his chips.

"And that's like too much vinegar" You teased back at him, and then taking a big sip of the Guinness.

"No darling, this is too much vinegar" He said taking one of the complementary pickled eggs on de table and giving it a big bite.

"That's actually fucking disgusting..." you started but ironically and unplanned you were betrayed mid sentence by the beer and a loud and horrifying burp came out of your mouth, and the shame and the look on other people faces made you want to be swollen by the floor "Oh shit, I'm so sorry, that was so awful, I'm so gross..." The apologies start bubbling in your mouth while your face turned red and you dare to look at him, and the serious look on his face could have broken your heart in the very moment because you could almost hearing him say how you should end the dinner for once.

"Oh you wanna get tough" He said instead and took a sip of his beer and let go an even bigger burp and then looked at you with the brightest smile yet and add "Beat that baby" and he raised his opened arms as if he had won. You only smiled and nodded and you kept talking about other nonsenses until two beers and a order of onion rings later he was waiting at the door for you to came out of the bathroom to walk back to his car.

"Sorry I take forever, I went back to give a bigger tip to the waiter, we were so awful" You said at him.

"You were awful, I was being completely charming" He said and this time he didn't offer his arm to you instead simply took your hand without saying a word and before you noticed you were already walking holding it tightly.

"Of course you were, the guy put two more picked eggs at the table for you and kept looking drooling" You said and he laughed.

"Sorry sweetheart I can't turn off this pretty face" He said pointing at him when you reached the car, you couldn't agree more.

"Well he must be in love, that's a lot of vinegar to want to kiss someone" You said, again before you could think better and stop your tongue, he stood still and you questioned yourself if you had offended him, since he didn't say anything you let go of his hand and try to walk to open the door, but before you could do it he grab you by the wrist, and you froze immediately.

"That's actually quite disappointing you know?" He started no smile, but no anger either, just an honest tone, he let go of your wrist but you remained in your place "But I have never think it's okay to try and kiss someone in the first date so I figured it would be okay"

Your feet were still on the ground but for a moment your head was miles and miles away in the sky screaming of happiness and incredulity, it was a simple four letter word yet it felt like the most beautiful poem in his lips, and at the same time your logical thinking brought you back to the ground in a millisecond, you needed to be certain of what he had said.

"Well I was not aware this was a date, otherwise I wouldn't have ordered the extra onion rings" you said and give him a timid smile.

"Then I must be terrible at this" he said opening the car door for you "Although I wouldn't mind, but as I said it's a first date so I just want to take you home safely.

"Well that's really sweet of you" you started and he start the car to get back to your home "And since apparently I'm incapable of behaving like a decent person in public when I'm with you next time you should come to my place".

"I like your indecency" He said "And I would love too, are you going to tell me that you can cook too? Because in that case you are officially annoyingly adult"

"Of course, my speciality is reheated pizza in the microwave" You said and he laughed, there was a narcissistic pleasure about being able to make him laugh.

As a perfect gentleman he walked you at your door, there was so much that you wanted to tell him, but the idea of going out with him again soon was so powerful that you almost didn't mind watching him leave.

"That was the funniest and more amazing date I ever have"

"Oh stop it" You said blushing again "I'm going to start believing you and it would get to my head"

"Believe me, I almost run to the drugstore to buy a toothbrush" He said and give you a devilish wink that make you thank your door for being behind you holding you still.

"You know how unfair this is when you look like that?" You said desperately looking at your feet "And for what is worth I have an amazing evening too, and if I'm honest I wouldn't have mind at all too" You said and dare to touch his arm softly before turning your back at him to get inside.

He suddenly grabbed you by your waist and turned back to him, planting a quick soft kiss on your cheek, and you could see the fun grin on his face, he was not being considered he was torturing you with anticipation, and you love it.

"Goodbye then" He said and with one last wink he walk away and got in his car.

You stood ther for solid five minutes touching your face where he had just kissed you and watching the street, then you finally get inside thinking about how happy and uneasy this force of nature of a man made you feel, he would be the end of you, but you wouldn't change it for the world.

[theclaravoyant]

Hey! I'm loving your trans!Fitz series. Could you write a like, more FS centered piece within it? Like, how they got together, their first time sleeping together, anything like that? Thank you for such amazing works with such good representation

AN ~ Thank you so much! I’m glad you’ve been loving Leopold!

This is basically “first date” fluff - though I would also be up for writing their first time etc. if that’s still a point of interest for people? Perhaps a more AU version?

Anyway, without further ado, enjoy!

Read on AO3 (~1700wd)

Spearmint

“Why don’t you ever come swimming?” Jemma wondered, bringing her ponytail around to the side so that she could sponge it dry a little before moving onto the rest of her body. A bikini decorated in bright orange and pink floral print contrasted her pale flesh, but Fitz couldn’t help but blush a little as he tried not to look too hard. She was his best friend, but he was only a man.

“I- I don’t know,” he explained. “I guess I still don’t like taking my top off.”

“Why?” Her eyes darted down to his chest. “Do you have scars?”

Fitz crossed his arms.

“I’d rather not talk about it. Just… hurry up and put a shirt on, please.”

Jemma rolled her eyes and tugged a loose shirt over her shoulders. Then, wrapping the towel around her hips, she gestured for Fitz to lead the way from the pool area.

“You know, there are bathing suits that wouldn’t require you to wear a top. And plenty of the guys swim in tanks.”

She gestured to a group of them, as one leapt almost out of the water to spike a volleyball into the opposing side. Fitz fixed her with a sardonic glare.

“Oh yeah because I can do that.”

“You could if you wanted to.”

“Have you seen me?” Fitz gestured to himself. “I’m made of spaghetti! I was not built for physical prowess, Jemma, I am a massive nerd and I have accepted my place.”

Jemma laughed, a snorting, nose crinkling laugh.

“You do know we attend a school full of certified Massive Nerds, right?” she reminded him. “It’s not like we’re the only prodigies in the world.”

“I’m the youngest guy here by almost three years,” Fitz pointed out, holding the gate open for Jemma. “Do you know how much puberty you can go through in three years? It’s a lot.”

“You’re not the youngest person here, though,” Jemma insisted. “You can’t tell me some of the girls haven’t been looking. Come on.”

She grinned, and looked him up and down a little mockingly. He was fully dressed in shorts, a tank, and a half-open button-up tee, but he still felt tempted to cover himself further, squirming under her gaze. Realising he was uncomfortable, Jemma sobered up a little.

“Nobody?” she wondered. “Well, have you asked anybody?”

“A few people,” Fitz admitted, “but we never get past a first date.”

Jemma baulked and glanced back over her shoulder, feeling her blood begin to boil in indignant defensive rage.

“Not because of that,” Fitz assured her, and urged her to walk on before they could make a scene. “That’s not first date material. It’s just… me. I can’t flirt to save my life, I find forced conversation boring, and I’m too insecure. If I’m attractive it’s because of my brain, but once they realise the brain comes with this grouchy, gangly… mess… it’s all over.”

He shook his head and Jemma puffed her chest, still indignant, though not as enraged this time.

“You converse with me all the time!” she insisted.

“You’re not forced!” Fitz explained. “Or boring. And for some reason, you like this gangly insecure mess. If you could tell your friends why, I’d be much obliged.”

Jemma laughed a little, but this time, it died out as Fitz stopped them by the corner of the rec centre’s café and began to dig in his pocket for some cash. How was she supposed to tell him it was because of lines like that? It was because he was sweet and funny, as well as smart, that she liked him. But, it seemed, he did not like her back, or he – genius that he was – would have surely thought to ask out the girl, apparently the only girl, that he enjoyed having conversations with.

“I was just going to get a candy bar,” Fitz prompted, “but I’ve got time before Calc. Want to stop for a milkshake? I’m buying.”

“A milkshake?” Jemma raised her eyebrows. “In this weather?”

“Swimming?” Fitz gestured to her shirt, which was beginning to soak in places she had not finished drying off. “In this weather?”

Touché. Jemma’s incredulity turned into a smug smile and she slipped into a nearby seat as her reply.

“Spearmint, please,” she specified.

“Naturally.”

-

“A burger joint?” Jemma mused, looking around as Fitz held the door open and she stepped through. “You should have warned me. I would have worn my full skirt.”  

“And that’s, what, a half-skirt?”

Fitz gestured to the rich ruby-red dress she wore.

“No, I just like syncing my outfit with the mood of the evening, that’s all.”

“Well, I didn’t have a 50’s suit lying around, so fair’s fair,” Fitz explained. Jemma smiled appreciatively at his tux. They were probably overdressed for this place, but it was one of the classier themed restaurants she had been too – and frankly, they had been through too much to give a damn anyway.

“I wanted to take you somewhere swanky,” Fitz continued, “but given the, uh, heaviness of our last first date I thought I’d keep things a bit lighter this time around. And I know you like burgers, and curly fries, and you hardly ever let yourself eat them.”

“I have a reputation to maintain,” Jemma explained, but her eyes glinted with mischief as the waiter brought a basket of curly fries over to the table. She plucked one out the instant it was set down, and bit into it hungrily.

“This was a brilliant idea, Fitz!” she exclaimed. “And not just because I’d like to eat my weight in these fries and never look at garlic bread again. Good food, a fun theme, it was really clever of you to think of it. I love it. Even if I do have a skirt with literal poodles on it that I never get to wear anymore.”

“Didn’t you buy that as a costume for Daisy’s birthday?”

“I fell in love with it, okay?!”

Fitz refrained his laughter as another waiter came around with two milkshakes – chocolate for him, spearmint for her – and set them down on the table, and left again. Jemma blinked as she watched them leave, and looked around. Leaning across the table, she whispered:

“Fitz? Did you book out this whole place again?”

“You said it was sweet.”

“And expensive!” Jemma gasped. “You don’t have to do that anymore, you know I’m okay now, right?”

“Jemma.” For a moment, Fitz’s eyes were solemn as he lay his hand over hers. They were so far from okay that even thinking about the distance was too much, really, and Jemma’s expression softened.

“It is sweet, though,” she acknowledged. “It’s just… also sweet to know we can afford to eat for the next month.”

“Oh, Coulson’s paying. For the venue, I mean. Everything else is on me but he insisted on contributing to your ‘mental health fund’. Which he’s put me in charge of, because he knows you’ll never touch a penny if you can help it.”

Jemma rolled her eyes.

“That’s sweet too, damn it.” Blinking, she found herself tearing up. “No, this was supposed to be fun! Fun!”

“Hey, happy crying’s alright,” Fitz assured her. “We don’t do much of that these days. Have some milkshake. Uh - you still like spearmint, right? I don’t think we’ve had it since… you know.”

Jemma took a deep breath, creeping apprehension filling her gut. Part of her wished he’d never brought it up, but now that she thought about it, if she took a big gulp and hated it she’d never drink spearmint again. Squeezing his hand where he still held hers, Jemma took a slow, hesitant sip…

And then she drank deep, and sighed in satisfaction. Her memory filled with long days at the Academy where Fitz had shouted her more than a few of these shakes. Of swimming with her friends even when it was cold. Of beachside holidays with her family, and car trips through the crisp morning air. Of Fitz and Daisy sword-fighting with tongue-sharpened candy-canes, and Fitz bringing her breakfast in bed, and of the snow and the sun, and back here.

Fitz was smiling. She could see the curiosity in his eyes, wondering where she had gone, but he kept the question to himself.

“Still good?” he asked instead.

“Still good.”

-

“I’ll have the bran berry forest yoghurt, please,” Jemma requested. “And he will have…”

Jemma nudged Fitz with her foot under the bench. The diner was a lot more contemporary-road-house than 1950s-milkshake-bar, and the all-but-soldiers that had traipsed in that morning were far from the goofy teenagers or overdressed second-first-date-goers that had gone before them, but they were not immune to hunger. Or to sentiment. Maybe, Jemma thought, just maybe, sharing bacon and eggs, hashbrowns and pancakes with his dearest friends might help lift Fitz out of this funk, at least for a while.

“Fitz?” she pressed. “Would you like me to order for you?”

For a moment longer, she contemplated dragging him outside or out the back for a scolding and a speech insisting that she was not going to let him stave out of this misery. But then, he smiled uncertainly at the waitress.

“The English Breakfast, please,” he requested softly. “And, uh. Two milkshakes, please? One chocolate, one spearmint.”

“Sure thing, sir.” The waitress nodded. “Can I take your menu?”

“Hey, can I get in on that milkshake thing?” Daisy wondered. “What’s the best one? Chocolate? That’s always a safe bet, right?”

“Sounds good for you, but I’ll take a vanilla,” May said. “We do have a chocolate-banana if you’d prefer it?” the waitress offered. “Or choc-mint or choc-peanut.”

“Damn, I’m allergic to peanut,” Coulson muttered, “but I’ll take the choc-banana. Daisy? Choc-banana? Mack? Elena?”

The rest of the table erupted into a rousing debate on milkshake flavours that was both intriguing and entertaining given the waitress’ expression. At the end of the table, Fitz and Jemma let it fade into noise.

“Thank you,” Jemma murmured, taking a sip of her shake. Fitz smiled a little, and she felt her heart settle in equal measure, as he showed her that despite his fears and doubts, he still saw some place with her.

“It’s no problem,” he assured her.

She reached for his hand, and he let her take it.