#anywho I think I've got it on lock now

[sdr2lovemail]

Could you write something about Sun and Moon being irritated/jealous that they can't kiss the reader (the maintenance worker one) with their mouths like a human can so the reader shows them about all the other ways to kiss? Like kissing Sun's hand up his arm to his cheek until he is giggling so loudly Vanessa thinks he's gone off his rocker, or gently kissing Moon's forehead all the way down to where his heart would be? Even better if the maintenance reader leaves behind little lipstick marks on their face for Monty and the gang to laugh about :D

Inspired by that one tumblr post about a guy walking out with a few lipstick kiss marks and then saying "you should see what they did to the other guy" in a stereotypical mobster voice before said other guy drunkenly walks out absolutely covered in lipstick marks, sfw of course I want Fluff I want Affection I want Lovey Dovey-ness if you think you could swing it, just the softest silliest thing you can write, and keep up the good work anywho :')

I have no mouth, and I must kiss. (GN Reader but they do wear lipstick) Synopsis: After a play full of heartbreak and tragedy, Sun realizes that he'll never be able to kiss you. You remedy the situation.

Notes: It's been almost 2 years since I've written a fnaf fic, I feel rusty. Help wanted 2 got me calling my old mans' numbers. That's a joke they never left my phone. Anon if you're still out there, I hope you enjoy the fruits of my labors.

Requests are open!

Children are very persuasive. While you originally came to the daycare to fix a broken screen, you’ve ended up in a play. Decked out with a foam sword, you act as the story’s brave knight. Once you’ve slain the dragon, a kid wearing a Monty hood, your princess awaits.

“My dear knight! You saved me from the evil dragon!” Sun swoons. Instead of his waist frills, he’s worn a bright yellow skirt. Dangling from a few of his rays was a princess cap. The bells on his wrist jingle as he clasps his hands. “Is there any way I can repay you?”

You press a hand against your heart and bow your head. “There is no need, Princess. Protecting you is my sworn duty.” You’d say your acting wasn’t half bad for an underpaid maintenance worker.

“The princess has to kiss the knight!” A kid called from the audience.

Sun felt rigid like his joints were locking up. He hoped you couldn’t hear his fans kicking on as his body temperature rose. He would love to kiss you but wanted the moment to be perfect. “N-now friend, we don-”

“Mr. Sun can’t kiss them! He doesn’t have a mouth!” Another kid argued. Something about what they said made Sun feel weird.

“Yes, he does! It just can’t open.” 

Sun lets out a huff, turning to you. “They’re getting cranky. It must be snack time. I’ll pass them out quickly. That way, we can spend time together!” He bounced on the balls of his feet, eager for you to stick around.

Your fazwatch pings with an alert: a S.T.A.F.F. bot got stuck in Monty Golf. “Oh, sorry, Sun. I have another job to do. I’ll see you later, okay?”

Sun would be frowning if his faceplate could move. He quickly perks up and sets his hands on your shoulders. “Right! Right, right, right, you have a job. Responsibilities! I’ll- I’ll see you at closing. Buh-bye, friend!” The jester waves you goodbye before sighing, hurrying to pass out snacks before someone throws a tantrum.

The rest of your day goes as smoothly as working as the Pizza Plex could be. It was after closing time, and you were doing your final tasks. The glamrocks were in their rooms, the S.T.A.F.F bots were on their set paths, and nothing on the floor needed fixing. The last place you needed to check on was the daycare. 

Walking through the big wooden doors, Sun is nowhere to be seen. You call his name, followed by Moon’s, but still nothing. Shrugging it off, you make your rounds, checking everything is in place. During the sweep, you could hear muffled words from a storage closet.

“Do you think they’ve kissed anyone, Moon? We can’t do that…” That was the unmistakable voice of Sun. “I wonder what it would be like. Hmph, even the glamrocks can move their mouths…” He grumbles.

When you open the door, Sun jumps like he’s been shocked. He scrambled to stand up. “Ah! Oh, hi! You’re here early!”

“It’s almost eleven. I’ve been here for almost thirty minutes.” You say, checking your watch. “What were you talking about?”

“Would you believe me if I said nothing?” The daycare attendant tilts his head, his faceplate spinning a bit.

“No, I would not.”

Sun sighs as he sits back on the closet floor, his legs crisscrossed and his hands holding his face. Taking a seat next to him, you ask him what’s wrong.

“I was just thinking about some stuff after our play. Moon and I can’t kiss you!” He flops over dramatically as if he’d heard tragic news. “Our face is stuck in this stupid smile!” He tugs on one of his rays, angry at his lack of facial mobility.

“Hey, I don’t mind that you guys can’t kiss me. There’s more to a relationship than that. Besides, there are other ways to kiss.”

This breaks him out of his kissless stupor. “There are? Tell me, tell me!” Sun practically shakes where he sits. “Better yet, show me!” He opens his arms wide, inviting you to do as you please.

Taking one of his large hands in your own, you place a kiss on the back of his hand, leaving a lipstick mark on the shiny plastic. While he didn’t have pupils, you could feel Sun’s eyes burning into you. He didn’t want to miss a single second!

The touch sensors in his arms and hands weren’t that sensitive. Kids sure did like to scratch, kick, and bite. But even so, he could still feel your lips pressing fluttering kisses to his casing. Laughter bubbled up in his voice box. 

Kiss after kiss lined Sun’s arm. Even if it left stains, this is one mess he could let slide. You took his other arm in your hands, mimicking your previous affections. Kissing back up his arms, you reach his faceplate. Sun’s giggling gets louder as your lips kiss the hard surface of his cheeks.

“Hey, your shift’s almost over. Get ready to clock out.” Vanessa’s voice rings from your watch. 

When you pull away to answer, Sun tries to follow your lips. “Alright, I’ll be at the office in a moment.” Sun lets out another round of laughter.

“Oh, you’re with him… Your pay gets docked when you stay overtime, you know. Make sure to leave before the shutters close.” With that last sentence, Vanessa cuts off her line.

With excited, shaking hands, Sun brings your face closer to his. “Keep kissing me! Please, please, please!” His begging is cut short as he listens to Moon say something. “Awww, but I’m not done!” Sun still gets up to turn the lights off, moping the whole way there.

Bright red optics suddenly appear in front of your eyes. The lights glow against your skin. Moon clicks a flashlight on, making his faceplate look more menacing than he probably intended. “You weren’t thinking about leaving, were you? Not when you haven’t given me the same attention Sun got, right?” 

“Oh, of course not, Moon!” Cupping his face in your hands, you leave a kiss mark on his forehead.

You bring your trail of kisses down to his nose, trailing along the curve, up to the corner of his eye. Moon lets out that raspy laugh of his. He tugs you closer, craving the warmth of your skin against the cold of his plastic.

He watched as you kissed down his face and neared his chest. “Sun was whining all day, worrying over us not being able to kiss you.” Moon snickered. “He was fretting over nothing, as usual. But I must admit, he’s right about some things.” 

His ‘breath’ hitched as he watched you kiss right where his heart would be. The fans in his chest cavity kicked into overdrive as they tried to cool his circuits, trying their best not to overheat. “Kissing you would be a dream.” 

Letting out a laugh of your own, you press another soft kiss on Moon’s chest. “I guess I’ll have to do the kissing for all three of us.” Punctuating your sappy sentence, you kiss their sculpted-on smile. An audible puff of air leaves the daycare attendant’s chassis.

 “Attention Pizza Plex Guests and Staff. The Pizza Plex’s doors will close in ten minutes.” An automated voice rang over the building’s speakers.

More alert than before, you get up from the closet door. “I gotta go!” You were not trying to spend the night here. “Bye, Moon. Bye, Sun. I’ll see you tomorrow. Don’t forget to wash that lipstick off!”

They weren’t really listening, absolutely high on kisses. For a few hours, they simply rest in the daycare’s storage closet, gushing to each other about you. Well, more Sun than Moon.

Once it was time for Moon to do his rounds around the Pizza Plex, he’d forgotten about the lipstick covering his exoskeleton. It wasn’t until Monty knocked on the glass of his room.

“You having a good night, Moon?” It was like the smirk in Monty’s voice was audible from his voicebox. “Seems like you had a lot of fun.”

Seeing his reflection in the glass, Moon lets out a growl. How could he forget to wash off all this lipstick? “Not a word of this to anyone.” Moon scratched his fingers down the window, leaving marks behind. He turns tail to head back to the daycare and wash the stains off of himself.

Unknowing to the lunar animatronic, Monty had already sent a message to all the other bots.

[yuurivoice]

We've hit the stage of Echoes of Evalas' creation that I'm spending a lot of my quiet time with scenes and characters, including time that is usually occupied by...well, nothing creative. At least, it hasn't been creative time in a long while.

Some of the dearest and most important moments of my young creative daydreaming was before bed. If I might overshare, it was specifically as I lay in bed and tried to drown out unpleasantness I'd hear from other rooms of the house. I'll spare you the details.

I didn't even have music at the time, though in later years as I became a depressed teen, I'd throw some music on my computer to fantasize and fall asleep to.

Oftentimes, these stories and characters I'd contemplate were favorites from various things I enjoyed. In time they'd adapt and evolve into something of my own, in worlds and stories of my own making.

Sometimes it wasn't so grand. There were no sweeping narratives or adventures. Just some self insert character being comforted by a friend or a lover.

Recent nights, I've thrown on my EoE playlist and let my mind wander. I haven't really done that in a long time. Haven't had the need to these days. I'm not running from much. Life is quiet. But as I start to turn over more stones and find what's beneath some of the characters and themes I'm exploring, I've found myself here again.

I don't know if anyone will love what I am making, and I never have. Every person who has let my characters and stories into their hearts means a whole lot to me, though. I've not forgotten when all of this was nothing more than a comfort to myself to soothe away all my fear and loneliness.

As it all starts to come together I'm seeing a stark difference between where I am at as a writer and creative in general in comparison to BitterSweet Chapter 1, as I've revisited it recently.

The pieces were there but it's so clear to me that I didn't have the conviction that I do now. I didn't have the comfort or security of knowing that I can take chances and be bold. I thought I had to color within the lines, and lacked the confidence to really let it rip.

So as much as I've been looking forward, I've also looked back. Further back than I typically like to.

When Charlie said he never thought he'd be this old, that was real shit man. I was a morbid kid. I have a crystal clear memory of being on a school bus in Washington state. Blink 182 just dropped an album. I hate Blink 182, but I listened with a friend whose face I can barely remember. As the high schoolers got on the bus I remember thinking...damn, I'll never be that old.

Not sure what could possess a child to feel that way. Or how that feeling could linger for years. It took a long time to find enough faith in myself to live. Now that I've got it, I think I'm encouraged to give breath to those lost dreams and wandering fantasies. Echoes of Evalas is an exploration of that.

I can't even grasp what that really means yet.

Things like faith, anger, insecurity, and longing for change. I've rattled a lot of locked doors while digging up this story and putting it together.

I am uneasy. That's probably how I've ended up writing this essay in bed, and boy is it a rambling one.

There was a point somewhere. I am excited for what's to come, but uneasy. Not out of fear that anyone will like it or content brained thinking like that. More like...a reverence for this magical thing I've found. Storytelling is magical for me. And that's not me waxing poetic, I think there's something terrifying and beautiful about it. It is the thing I was made to do, and the actual experience of crafting a story like this isn't just fun. I'm removing chains from my soul.

If that ain't magic, I don't know what is.

Anywho, I need to sleep. If you read all that, thank you for putting up with my yapping. 💖

[shybunnie20]

★My Masterlist

Summary: Eddie questions his disbelief in love at first sight when he spots you at the fall fair.

Author's Note: This is sort of a lovesick!Eddie, pretty fluffy stuff. Anywho, I've been focusing on heavy themes lately so this piece acts as a palette cleanser. I've got more angst in the works! Be sure to reblog, follow, and show some love ♡

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: Insecurity (reader and Eddie), includes swearing.

tags: @protecteddiemunson4vr

It’s an immaculate evening for the annual Hawkins autumn fair. The town’s people are eager to relish outdoor activities before the relentless Indiana winter rolls in. Hues of pink and orange flood the sky and seep through the sparse clouds as dusk settles in. The whirring of the amusement ride motors stirs with the chatter of the masses in attendance.

Gareth, Mike, Dustin, and Eddie are hunched over a splintered picnic table, scarfing down freshly deep-fried treats. Eddie looks up from his half-eaten funnel cake and licks traces of powdered sugar from the corners of his mouth. He enjoys people-watching almost as much as he enjoys greasy food. It’s entertaining to observe the herds of sheep that blindly adhere to society’s expectations. He scans the bustling crowd of young families, past classmates, and people from neighboring towns.

His gaze lands on you and your friend, Erika, standing a few yards away. Eddie’s brows lift, eyelids widening at the sublime sight of you pulling at your wispy cone of cotton candy. He’s mesmerized by your spit-glossed lips pressing together as the candy floss dissolves on your tongue. With utmost certainty, he’s never witnessed someone this captivating.

Dustin notices the trance that Eddie is stuck in. “Why don’t you just go talk to her? It’s kinda creepy to stare like that.”

Reluctantly, Eddie tears his eyes from you. He fears that you might disappear into the crowd when he looks away. “I’m not staring. I’m just-”

“You’re absolutely staring. I don’t think you’ve blinked in the past minute. You’re practically gawking.”

Gareth chimes in with a mouthful of partially chewed mini doughnuts. “I agree with Henderson, you should go introduce yourself. She’s cute. ”

“Cute?” Eddie scoffs. “She’s fuckin' gorgeous… and out way of my league.”

A mischievous smile forms on Gareth’s face when he glances at you. “Dude, if you don’t talk to her, I will.”

Beneath the table, Eddie’s leg begins to bounce rapidly. “What would I even say? I can’t just walk up to her and be like ‘Hi, I’m Eddie. I run a satanic cult with my friends! Wanna join?’ No way, man.”

Dustin laughs, “I wouldn’t say that, it’ll scare her off. At least break the ice first. Perhaps a pick-up line?”

Eddie nibbles on his lower lip, pinching it between his teeth. “Y’think so?” A fierce vermillion tints the apples of his cheeks as he wonders what you sound like. An angel, probably.

Mike feels the need to give his two cents since he’s convinced himself that he’s the dating expert. “Are you nuts? You’re doomed if you think that’ll work. You gotta play it cool. Pretend you bumped into her or something and then strike up a conversation. Not one about being a cult leader.”

Dustin, Mike, and Gareth begin to argue about what the least humiliating strategy would be. Meanwhile, Eddie is too enthralled to wait for the verdict. Without realizing it, he’s gotten up from the picnic table and walked away, now standing inches from you and your friend.

In the midst of your conversation, Erika’s attention shifts to him tottering anxiously behind you. The manner in which he’s innocently admiring your figure gives away his reason for approaching. She nudges your arm with her elbow and nods to him to guide you.

Eddie tugs on the hangnails that line his cuticles while his mind blanks on what he’s going to say. When you pivot and your eyes lock with his, vertigo hits him like a brick wall. It’s like the racket of the environment is dampened, making it sound like he has cotton in his ears. Eddie feels a tugging in his ribs as tingling courses across his skin. Indisputably, the shade of your irises is his new favorite color. With an involuntary gulp, he holds on for dear life.

Your expression is meek but there’s an inviting softness to it. Guys don’t typically come up to you out of the blue. You’re well-convinced that only happens in the movies. Maybe you dropped something and he wants to return it?

“Hello.” Erika squeaks, assessing his appearance.

He really should’ve thought this through. Eddie clears his throat and wets his lips with his tongue, addressing you instead of her. “Uh- hi.”

You cock your head at him in lack of anticipation for what he’s going to say. Instead of returning the greeting, you pull another wad of cotton candy from the cone and eat it. The gritty sugar causes your mouth to water, the shine returning to your lips.

Eddie’s head is spinning from being this close to you, so he attempts to steady himself. He digs the toe of his right sneaker into the loose dirt on the ground. “D-Did it hurt when you fell from heaven? …‘Cause, you’re the only ten I see.” Fuck. 

Judging by your expression, he thinks you’re embarrassed for him. Frankly, you’re astounded because a pretty guy just hit on you. Eddie’s eyebrows knit together and he averts his gaze. He wants to kick himself to the moon. Rather, into another galaxy.

Erika giggles at his malfunction but slaps her hand over her own mouth when you shoot her a shot-across-the-bow look. She knows that signal, so she respects your silent order. You watch as she gets in line at the food stall just out of earshot.

You turn back to face Eddie and flash him the most precious grin he’s ever seen. The gentleness of your expression submerges him in heat, juxtaposing the bitter wind that rolled in with the newly darkened sky.

His cuticles have been picked raw, nearly to the point of drawing blood. Eddie is too humiliated to speak, worrying that he might say anything else that would make him look more foolish than he already does. He considers walking away to save face, but before he can, he hears your voice. Eddie swears he can feel the soundwaves blend with the adrenaline surging through his veins.

You blink slowly, subconsciously trying to appear less intimidating. “Go ahead, give it another shot.”

Eddie chuckles at himself and shakes his head, abandoning the pick-up line method altogether. He keeps his gaze down, certain that if he looks into your eyes for too long, he’ll faint. Nevertheless, he needs to see them again. His eyes travel your figure before meeting yours. He’s only moments away from saying “sayonara” and toppling over. The reflection in your eyes swirls with a spectrum of colors from the illuminated rides that surround the two of you.

Words are spilling out of his mouth before he’s had a chance to think about what he’s even saying. Unable to hear his own sputtering, he hopes to god that he’s forming coherent sentences. “I’m sorry, that was um… yeah. Uh- I’m Ed. I mean, Eddie. Edwar-”

“Hi, Eddie.” you smile, halting his rambling to take some of the pressure off. His evident nervousness is genuinely flattering. It occurs to you how misleading Eddie’s appearance is. The leather jacket and black jeans make him look intimidating. Though, in disposition, he’s as kindhearted as they come.

The tension inside his head dissolves, your voice alleviating the pounding. Eddie is so used to girls being offended by his mere presence, let alone failing to use a simple pick-up line on them. He can’t believe you’re giving him a chance to redeem himself. With new-found courage, he closes the gap between you, without considering if he can handle it.

You smile at his apparent boost in confidence, admiring his nose and lips with his closer proximity.

Air bubbles up in his throat as he speaks. “I saw you, from over there-” Eddie points behind him at the table of his buddies who have been on the edge of their seats watching this entire interaction. They scramble to play it off like they aren’t busted. “-with my friends and I think you’re so... beautiful.” Well, there it is. He’s put himself out there and in a matter of seconds, he’ll either be elated or devastated.

This time, you’re the one to break eye contact. To hide your smile, you use your closed hand to cover your mouth with your sleeve, shaking your head in inadvertent disagreement.

Eddie’s heart melts like milk chocolate on a s’more as he witnesses the effect that sweet talk has on you. If flattery is what gets you to smile like that then consider him good for it. “So insanely beautiful. They think so too.” He chuckles airily, peeking back once more at his friends who continue to watch from afar. The narcissist in Eddie hopes that they think he’s “the man” for being able to make you squirm.

Minutes slip away as the two of you stroll side by side around the fairgrounds. Occasionally, your hands brush against each other. Eddie is dying to hold your hand but he’s terrified of being too forward as if he hadn’t been when he walked up to you. Instead, he cracks little jokes here and there to figure out your sense of humor. It’s not long before you’re knee-deep in banter, leaving each other in stitches from laughter.

Eddie fervently talks about Hellfire and his band. He doesn’t typically offer up details of his personal life with strangers. But because you’re being fueled by each other's exuberance, he forgets to keep his walls up. Right now, he’s an open book, pages blowing freely in the breeze.

You adore how animated he is as he talks about his guitar, eyeing how his fingers flex while he imitates playing cords on an air guitar. His eyes twinkle when he smiles at you, lost in enthusing about the first time he accomplished learning a song by ear.

Eddie can’t believe you haven’t told him to shut up yet, he just can’t seem to stop talking. There’s comfort in the way you listen intently to his babbling. It feels like he’s waltzing through a daydream because of how unusual it is for someone to understand him, much less show no malevolence toward him for his hobbies.

When there’s a brief pause in his monologue, you smile and mumble, “What a cute teddy bear,” as you walk past a game booth that has stuffed animals strung along the perimeters of the brightly lit hut.

Your focus abruptly switches to Erika, who strolls up to the two of you. “Gotta borrow her for a second,” she winks before whisking you away by the bend in your arm.

Although Eddie doesn’t know how much time he has, he intends on winning you that bear. He saunters over to the stand and greets the attendant who challenges him to try his hand at winning a prize. The tower-stacked milk bottles taunt Eddie as he takes one of the dirtied baseballs in his fist.

His first throw is embarrassingly lousy. Eddie groans loudly, forfeiting the hope that this is going to be easy. It would be one thing if the bottles were glued together to keep him from succeeding, but it wouldn’t make a difference when he can’t manage to hit them in the first place. If his father had taught him to play catch, rather than how to hotwire cars, this would be a piece of cake.

Gareth, Mike, and Dustin sneak up behind Eddie, startling him. "Jesus! Fucking.. Christ.” He exhales with the slump of his shoulders and his chest subtly heaving.

Dustin chirps while sipping on apple cider. “Where’s your girlfriend? Did you scare her away already?”

“She’s not my- ugh. I really wanna win her that bear but I’m not very good at this.” He admits with pronounced defeat.

Sympathy isn’t Mike’s strong suit, but he attempts to ease Eddie's frustration. “These games are rigged anyway.” Dustin and Gareth nod in agreement.

After repeated attempts, Eddie has burned through more cash than the bear is worth. There’s a tap on Eddie’s shoulder just as he turns to walk away. The attendant gives him a look of compassion and plucks the teddy bear from its hook. He holds it out to Eddie, giving him a muted nod.

“Thanks, man!” Eddie beams and accepts the stuffed animal, feeling the soft faux fur against his frigid palms.

Seeing that you’re heading back in their direction, Eddie hides the teddy bear behind his back. With a wave of his hand, he shoos his pals and they do as they’re told. 

Once you’re face to face with Eddie, you smile weakly and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “Heyyyy, sorry about that.”

Eddie grins warmly. “It’s okay, no worries. Uh- this is for you.” The plushie is revealed from behind his back.

With wide eyes, you gasp. “Oh my god! You won this for me?” You take the teddy bear into your arms and hug it tightly to your chest, nuzzling your face against it.

“Yeah- I guess I did.” Eyes sparkling with fulfillment, Eddie grins pridefully. He feels like he could run a marathon right now with the way that your sheer delight is revving him up.

You throw your arms around his neck and hug him tightly. Eddie chuckles, his hands resting on your waist as if you’ve hugged a hundred times before.

As you bury your head into his shoulder, his frizzy curls tickle your face. You bask in his natural scent along with the smell of leather and cheap cigarettes. The fact that he went out of his way for you is arguably one of the most exhilarating feelings you’ve ever experienced. You pull away and step back to regain your composure. It’s difficult to keep yourself from worrying that your reaction was too much. “Thank you.” You hum, stroking the fur of the teddy bear.

Eddie is still buzzing from your unexpected expression of appreciation, despite the briefness. The feeling of your body pressed up against his is something he, without a shadow of a doubt, needs more of.

He wrings his hands, spinning the skull ring around the base of his finger. “So, uh. Could I maybe, get your number?”

You smile so cheerfully that your cheeks ache. “Got a pen?”

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[purrincess-chat]

Call It What You Want CH 2 (Era's Fest (Love-Square Version) (Final)

It's New Years Day!! (iykyk) Here is chapter 2 of my fic for @theerasfestlovesquareversion As a reminder warning for those that maybe want to skip it, there is a mild sex scene toward the middle of this chapter. I've marked it on AO3, but if you prefer reading on tumblr, it begins around the time that Adrien says he needs a distraction and is over at the next *** break. It's very short and T rated for sure, but if that's not your cup of tea, totally fine.

Anywho, I hope you all had a good New Year! Please check out and support the other works from the Era's Fest and show them some love. I'll see you all again sometime in the near future hopefully with something new. ;)

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Chapter 2

Marinette led the way to a quiet apartment across town, and Adrien quirked an eyebrow as she fit a key in the lock of apartment 613. He followed her in as she flicked on the light and hung her keys on a tiny hook. Seeing his bewildered expression, she flashed him an apologetic smile.

“My grandma rented it for me as a birthday gift. She thought I was graduating university this year. My parents refused to let me live here, but she already signed all the contracts.” Marinette shrugged. “It’s small, but no one should find us here.”

“You mean, you’ve had an apartment since your birthday, but we’ve been putting up with Felix interrupting us at my house for months?” Adrien placed his hands on his hips.

“Well, it’s kind of out of the way. Besides, you only ever get frisky when we’re alone in your room.” She brushed his nose with her fingertip, and his heart skipped a beat. “Make yourself comfortable. I think my grandma has some tea in one of the cabinets.”

Adrien settled on the small pink couch while Marinette rummaged through the kitchen. The entire apartment was one room, but it had everything she needed. A kitchen, a small sitting area, a bed tucked in the corner. The empty walls lacked Marinette’s signature decorative charm, but even still, Adrien felt at ease there. It was just the two of them. No cameras, no microphones, no questions. Safe. It was safe.

“It’s all so strange,” he said. “I’ve never had to be on the run before. When you spend your childhood being marketed to make people like you, it’s terrifying when they don’t anymore. It’s a long fall off the pedestal.”

“It’s not fair. You shouldn’t be blamed for the actions of someone else. I mean, you were fighting against him every day, for crying out loud,” Marinette said around the clanking of glasses as she dug through a cabinet.

“Yeah, but it’s not like we can tell people that.” Adrien sighed.  

“Well, for what it’s worth, I don’t hate you.” Marinette peeked over the counter to offer him a smile.

Adrien leaned against his fist on the arm of the couch. “My reputation’s never been worse, so you must like me for me. I just wish the rest of the world could see what you do.”

“Well, I can’t make you any promises, but I can make you a drink.” She held up two glasses and a bottle of white wine. “Looks like my nonna strikes again. We really should get her memory evaluated.”

“A drink sounds nice right about now.” Adrien stood up. “Although, last time we drank you made fun of the way I say m’lady.”

“Oh, come on, you should take it as a compliment that I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk.” She giggled as she poured. “It just means I love you.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Adrien rolled his eyes and took a glass. “If you weren’t so cute, I’d have been offended, but your impression of me is adorable.”

Marinette mimicked one of his theatrical bows, looking up at him with a smirk. “Why thank you-”

“Don’t.” Adrien sighed.

“M’lady,” she purred.

Adrien took a sip of wine, shooting her a playful glare over his glass. “Bold talk coming from Miraculous Ladybug herself.” Adrien mimicked her transformation stance. “Lucky charm!”

“At least I didn’t come up with my own theme music.” Marinette shot back. She brushed past him, taking a sip of her own glass and heading for the balcony.

Adrien followed, pressing a playful kiss to her cheek before leaning against the railing. It was late, and the city was asleep, the calm a direct contrast to the storm waiting for him back home. It was in the silence that Adrien realized just how impulsive and rash it was to leave without telling anyone, but what else was he supposed to do? He just wanted to put an end to all the endings, but he knew he couldn’t run forever.

Marinette seemed to notice his change in mood and linked her arm through his, resting her head on his shoulder. At least he did one thing right. Even if it was just for a little while, being with her mended his broken bones. She didn’t need fancy stuff, and truthfully, neither did he. Out on the balcony with the girl of his dreams and a cheap bottle of wine — it was enough.

“What would you do,” he asked, swirling his glass thoughtfully. “What would you do if…if my whole world ended down tomorrow?”

Marinette turned to face him, eyebrows knitting together. “Adrien, it will all work ou-”

“Just, answer the question. Please?” He cupped her face. “If the world never forgives me for what my father did…if my ship sinks completely, what would you do?”

She squared her shoulders, taking a deep breath. “I’d ask you to dance with me.” When Adrien’s eyebrows raised at her reply, she continued, “I’d kiss you as the lights went out, swaying as the room burned down. I’d hold you as the water rushes in. I’ll be there if you’re the toast of the town, or if you strike out and you’re crawling home.”

Adrien had never loved her more than that moment when her earnest, ocean blue eyes were looking in his. His heart fluttered, and he felt like he might sink and drown and die. How could he help himself when she said such beautiful things to him? He leaned down to kiss her, lacing his fingers in her hair. Everyone thought they knew Adrien Agreste, but they knew nothing about his true character. No one bothered to look behind the curtain, preferring to spin whatever narrative they found suitable, but the girl in his arms had seen every side of him. He was hers to keep, and more frighteningly, he was hers to lose. The truth of the matter was he didn’t know what would happen when he went back home. Would he go to London? Would the public put down their pitchforks and proof? He didn’t want to think about it.

He pressed his forehead to Marinette’s with a sigh. “I need a distraction.”

“What kind of distraction?” Marinette asked.

“Any kind. I just…don’t want to think right now.”

“Mmm.” Marinette took a sip from her glass. “Well, as you pointed out when we came in, we do have the place to ourselves, and you conveniently omitted how I made up for making fun of you last time we got drunk.”

“Me-ow, m’lady. You whisked me away in the dead of night and brought me to a secluded apartment. Now, you’re getting me drunk, so you can lure me to bed.” Adrien smirked, holding up his wine. “What kind of cat do you take me for?”

“Oh, well, if you’re not in the mood, I guess I can go back inside and-” Adrien caught her waist as she turned to leave, pulling her back in. “You know, I only made this dress, so you could take it off.”

Adrien’s heart jumped up to his throat, and he took a big gulp of wine to wash it back down.

She smirked behind her glass. “What was it you said earlier? ‘It was going to be a graduation gift, but now’s as good a time as ever’?”

She ran a hand up his chest, sending a shiver down his spine. God, he loved her. She tugged his collar gently, pulling him back into the apartment. His lips found hers, hands moving down her arms and over her hips as they clumsily stumbled over to the bed. Hands shaking with anticipation, he fumbled with the zipper on her dress while her tongue danced around his own. Finally finding his grip, he tugged it down, pulling at the fabric until the dress fell to her ankles. She didn’t waste time unbuckling his belt, and Adrien kicked off his pants as they fell into bed.

Heart pounding, he kissed her neck as she straddled him and lifted his shirt, only pausing to pull it over his head. It was far from their first time, but every time with her felt like the first. The excitement, the anticipation, the warmth of her bare skin against his own. The taste of her lips was Adrien’s idea of luxury. No amount of money in the world could take him quite where she did. She was everything he’d waited for growing up, the one he trusted more than anyone: The queen of his heart, body, and soul.

“Marinette,” he sighed her name like a prayer as she kissed his jaw, running her hands down his abs to tease the rim of his underwear.

She pulled back, flicking her gaze down with a smirk. “Ladybug boxers? I didn’t realize you were such a fan.”

“What can I say? She really has my heart.” Adrien winked.

Marinette met his gaze again, eyes sparkling and warm. Her lips curled into a smirk as she pushed him onto his back, pinning his hands to the mattress, and he gazed up in awe of her beauty. The apartment might be small, but with dark fair falling loose around her shoulders, Marinette was a mansion with a view. His heart pounded as she unclasped her bra and tossed it on the floor, freeing his hands to worship her bare breasts and thighs. The Ladybug boxers and Marinette’s frilly underwear followed suit, and all the pieces fell right into place.

It was enough, for the moment, the softness of her skin, the taste of her lips. Their shaking hands twined, hips moving in perfect sync, turning her bed into a sacred oasis in the middle of a drought. For a few minutes, Adrien’s deepest blues were painted golden, and all he saw was her. She was all he wanted, and no matter what lied ahead of them, he’d never let her go.

***

“The world moves on another day, another drama, but for the people of Paris, all they think about is karma. Gabriel Agreste, former head of the Gabriel fashion brand and the supervillain Hawkmoth, was found guilty after only one day of his scheduled three day hearing. Agreste confessed on the stand to his role as Paris’s supervillain Hawkmoth and was sentenced to life without parole-”

Adrien clicked off the TV, leaning back in bed with a sigh. Marinette slept peacefully beside him in the shirt he’d been wearing the night before. Part of him wanted to curl up beside her and sleep forever, but the morning light trickling in from the windows was a reminder that time marched on. His problems wouldn’t disappear overnight, and the storm was still raging on.

He’d left his phone at home on purpose, so no one could find him. His aunt was probably beside herself with worry, but if Adrien was going to run away from the noise, he wanted to do it on his terms. He could apologize later, but as the birds chirped and the cacophony of traffic sounded below, he knew he’d have to face the world eventually. No one could run forever.

For the better part of his childhood, Adrien had been locked away and hidden from the world. He wasn’t keen on returning to that arrangement, especially not after spending so many years in the sun. Not after meeting his friends and the girl of his dreams. He was tired of running. Sometimes it was better to turn around and face challenges head-on. To strike like a snake hunting its prey. The public all had their receipts and reasons to hate him because of what his father did, but Felix was right. Adrien’s friends would always have his back, no matter what. The right people knew the truth, and that was all he needed. So, they could light him up for all he cared. He had everything he needed.

Marinette’s phone was on the kitchen counter, and Adrien slipped out of bed to retrieve it. He swiped in her passcode — their anniversary — and scrolled through her contacts. With another glance back at Marinette sound asleep, Adrien slipped out onto the balcony, closing the door behind him. Nadja Chamack answered on the third ring.

“Nadja, it’s Adrien Agreste. I’m ready to talk.”

***

An hour later they were dressed and in a taxi headed up town. Marinette squeezed his hand three times, her eyes seeming to ask if he was sure about this. He could tell it was going to be a long road, but he had hope that it would be worth it in the end. Running felt wrong. He was still a hero, even if no one but Marinette knew. Fighting the bad guys was his job, and whether Adrien ran or stood his ground, people were going to talk. He might as well speak his truth and go out on his terms.

When they pulled up to the news station, Adrien’s heart dropped to his feet. Standing just inside the lobby was Aunt Amelie, arms crossed. They locked eyes, but Adrien stood his ground, holding tight to Marinette’s hand. He was sure of this, and he’d do everything he could to convince her. She seemed to realize his resolve because after a moment, she lowered her gaze with a nod.

“I’d ask where you’ve been, but I’m just glad you’re safe,” she said.

“I can’t go to London,” Adrien said.

Aunt Amelie offered him a weak smile. “I know. I didn’t come here to make you.” Adrien’s eyebrows raised, and she continued, “I only wanted to protect you. You’ve been through enough already, but I can’t protect you forever. If this is what you feel is right, then I’ll stand by your decision.”

Adrien pulled her into a crushing hug, leaning his head against hers, and she squeezed him just as tightly. He couldn’t fault her for wanting to shield him from the public outrage. She’d stepped in when every other adult in his family had failed him and taken him in as if he were her own son. He understood her actions, but having her approval meant the world.

“Thank you, Aunt Amelie. For everything,” he said.

“I’ll always be here for you, no matter what happens.” She pressed a kiss to his cheek, wiping a tear before it could spill over.

“Me as well.” Marinette stepped forward to place a hand on his back. “Good or bad, we’ll be right here.”

“M. Agreste? Your dressing room is ready,” the receptionist said.

“Go. You’ve got this.” Marinette nudged him on. “See you after, okay?”

Adrien took a deep breath and squared his shoulders before following the security. His father had taken a lot of things from him over the course of his life. His freedom, his image, his agency. But as the elevator doors closed, Adrien felt a surge of calm wash over him. Gabriel Agreste had no power over him anymore, and he never would again. Healing would take time, but no matter how harsh the fallout became, Adrien was done running. This time he would stand and fight, and he was taking his reputation back with him.

***

In the months following Gabriel’s conviction and Adrien’s interview with Nadja, Adrien and Marinette had taken to keeping to themselves. The disgruntled masses had dwindled over time as his father’s trial became old news, and Adrien could finally breathe a bit of fresh air.  Upon graduating, Marinette moved into the mansion with Adrien and his family while she attended university. Adrien was taking a gap year to figure out what he wanted and mostly just enjoying his freedom. Nobody had heard from him for months, but he was doing better than he ever was. Occasionally, he’d hear an insult or two on the street, but with the girl of his dreams walking with her head down beside him, the insults just rolled right off. They could call him what they wanted to. He had everything he needed by his side.

On New Year’s Eve, Adrien and Marinette hosted a party for all of their real friends who stuck by them, locking the gates to the rest of the world who didn’t. Bass beats rattled the chandelier in the dining room, everyone swimming in a champagne sea as midnight approached. Even Felix had come out of his hovel to socialize. Things weren’t perfect, but they were as good as Adrien could have hoped.

“Pre-countdown shots for everyone,” Alya said, presenting a tray of shot glasses. “You especially haven’t had nearly enough to drink, Adrien.”

“I’m trying to stay in the moment,” Adrien said.

“Well, this moment is taking a shot.” Nino placed a glass in his hand.

“Okay.” Adrien chuckled. “But let me propose a toast first.”

“Fine, make it quick.” Alya rolled her eyes.

“Here’s a toast to my real friends who didn’t care about the he-said-she-said earlier this year.” He wrapped an arm around Marinette’s waist and pulled her closer. “And here’s to my lady for never reading what they call me. And here’s to my aunt, who had to listen to all the drama. And, lastly, here’s to my father…because forgiveness is a nice thing to-” Adrien trailed off with a laugh. “Sorry, I can’t say it with a straight face, but seriously, here’s to you guys!”

“Cheers!” His friends all clinked their glasses together.

“Alright, 1, 2, 3, let’s go bitches! Happy New Year!” Alya shouted, and they all tossed their shots back.

Adrien winced against the burn, but the tingly buzz that followed was nice. He kept hold of Marinette’s hand as their friends moved back to the dance floor for the countdown, pulling her instead out to the foyer.

“Ya know, it might be the alcohol talking, but you’ve never looked more gorgeous,” he said.

Marinette smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck and stretching up to kiss him. “You’ve barely even had anything tonight. That’s the first shot you’ve taken.”

“Must be you then.” He nuzzled her cheek, then more soberly added, “I’m just feeling a bit…reflective of everything. I want to remember everyone who stood by me when my world was falling apart. To hold onto the memories. To hold onto you.”

“Adrien.” Marinette cupped his face, and he leaned into her touch.

“Just promise me that you’ll never become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere,” he murmured.

“Of course, I won’t,” Marinette said. “I’ll always stay even when you’re lost, or I’m scared, or you’re turning away. I want your midnights, your Sunday mornings, your Wednesday afternoons. I’ll be here tonight cleaning up bottles with you after everyone goes home. It will always be you and me against the world.”

Adrien touched his forehead to hers, unable to contain his smile as the chants from their friends grew louder.

“10, 9, 8…”

“I love you,” Adrien whispered.

“5, 4, 3…”

“I love you too.” Marinette stretched up until their lips brushed. “Happy New Year, Adrien.”

He closed the distance between their lips, savoring every aspect of that moment. The chorus of cheers from their friends in the other room, the pillowy softness of her lips, the taste of champagne on her breath, even the glitter sparkling on the floor when he pulled her into his arms. For a long time the mansion had felt more like a prison than a home, but after the storms had past, new life had been breathed into every aspect of his life. On his darkest nights, she was always there building fires just to keep him warm, and the towering walls that had once caged him in were now full of warmth and togetherness.  It was a new year, a new life, and although the path forward was uncertain, he knew the people around him would always be there for him. And as for the public’s opinions on his family’s reputation, well, they could call it what they wanted to. He had everything he needed, and they were enough.

[kirchefuchs]

ALSOOOOO

To add on to my Bucket ask, did you know that the Zending Ending is locked the MOMENT Stanley is holding the Bucket? Like, it's physically impossible to encounter that ending. Why, you ask? Because there's no bucket variant for it.

There's no bucket variant for the ONLY ENDING where The Narrator is begging for Stanley not to die. There's no bucket variant for the ONLY TIME where The Narrator is truly, undoubtedly happy with Stanley for mere moments.

There's no bucket variant for that single ending.

And that got me thinking — why?

And then I started to realize;

That is the only canonical ending where The Narrator genuinely seems happy. That is the only ending where Stanley is physically implied to be limping in pain. That is the only ending where pain is something Stanley is shown to feel.

And it's the only ending where even the Bucket doesn't have power over it.. because, in that ending; Stanley chose to leave.

There was no 3rd party for the potential divorce or s__cide.

It was a choice to never come back.

anywho how's life Ceres :D

(PS: I know that the Skip Button Ending doesn't have a bucket variant either, but I feel like it's got a different feel in comparison to the Zending Ending. I'll talk about how the Skip Button Ending kind of feels like a very toxic boomerang relationship to me in a another time :D)

—🅰️non, also I love your recent post abt The Narrator turning into a bucket btw!! I feel like Lovebug!Stanley would place "Property of Stanley" stickers onto The Narrator literally every chance he gets lol

I'm sorry it took me so long to get to this, I've been very sick (still am) and havent really had motivation to do anything.

Anyways, I absolutely love reading all your rambles and stuff, I wish my thoughts were coherent enough to think if something to add, but right now I hope you're okay with just "you are so right, and that kinda hurts"

Obviously the Zending always hurts though. This is really such a cool analysis and way of interpreting the Bucket endings.

I could probably go on about how I personally interpret all these things to help fit into my crafted lore, but again, no thoughts head empty. Perhaps another time.

(Ps. You are so right about the sticker thing. Lovebug Stanley really would do that, the menace.)

[villainsblog97]

Xdinary Heroes Reaction

Watching a Horror Movie with you

Hello friends! Your friendly neighborhood XH content writer is back! I'm so sorry I've been so IA these few months, a lot or crazy had happened! But I am back with more XH content to feed the delulu little mind!

Summary: I recently just watched the newest Insidious movie and it got me thinking how would our heroes react while watching a horror movie with you!

Warning: Mild language usage, mentions of horror related stuff?

Scenario: boyfriend au, romance, fluff, comedy

GUNIL 💀

(Let's all just take a moment to admire the art that is Goo Gunil)

Our brave leader

Much like how he was in the beginning of the haunted house ep of RTW

He'll act tough

Like he's scared of nothing

"Just hide behind these guns baby!"

*flexes his muscles*

But as the movie progresses

He's gonna be screaming

But I can see him still protecting you

As he's fearing for his life

(Kind of like the theater scene in Goblin)

(If you know you know 🙃)

Jungsu

(My little bean boy)

Jungsu can't handle scary shit

So this was already a bad idea

Like he's gonna try so hard to keep his composure

Your hand is locked in his

Tightly

He'll be shaking his head as he sees how the main character slowly approaches the door

"Don't do it.....don't do it!"

*JUMPSCARE*

"AHH! I SAID DONT DO IT!"

I can also see him pressing his lips together to suppress the scream that's wanting to emerge from his throat

Eyes shut tightly

You're a little worried about him

"Jungsu... we can watch something else!"

"But I wanna see how it ends"

(Why is he so cute!? 🤧)

Gaon 💀

Someone help this poor boy

We have ALL scene how well he takes scary stuff

He doesn't....

So with that being in mind

He's a mess

Already

And the movie just started

"Why did I agree to this...."

His soul is on the verge of leaving his body

He's gonna be gripping the popcorn bowl tightly

Using it as a shield

Definitely cursing at the movie

*JUMPSCARE!*

*Popcorn is now everywhere*

Jiseok now has a pillow in his lap and his head behind your shoulder

O.de

Much like Gunil

Seungmin is gonna have that cool guy persona to him

Nothing scares him anymore!

Or does it?

He's sitting back on the couch

Arms crossed over his chest

Rolling his eyes at all the "scary" parts

But there's one in particular jumpscare that actually does make him jump

Now your laughing at him

"You should have seen your face Min!"

Back to cool guy

"Whatever!"

Junhan 💀

Hyeongjun had already shown us that he doesn't really get scared easily

So again if you've seen the ep of RTW

You guessed it

He's mostly just gonna laugh at you

Like he's enjoying the movie

But he's enjoying you freaking out and grabbing onto his arm

He's also enjoying how clingy and cute you are

He'd also 100% try to make you jump too

Because Hyeongjun is a lowkey little Savage

So this is now all for his own personal amusing

"We'll watch something funny after this Jagiya"

Jooyeon 💀

(Oh my boy!)

Okay so his is like Hyeongjun

Except vice versa

YOU are gonna be the one enjoying his reactions

Jooyeon doesn't just talk to the TV

He's full blown yelling at the TV

"Don't answer the door you stupid girl! Yep she's gonna die!"

He's trying to stay angry to hide his absolute fear

Boys going through it

I can see him getting into the storyline

The little noises he makes at the jumpscares

(🥺)

Holding onto you for comfort

You making him jump every couple minutes just to hear his cute little scared noises

And then he's whining to you

"Jagiyaaa don't do that!"

Anywho! That's all for now! I have more content I'm working on today! So please look forward to it!

Don't forget to stream Break the Brake tomorrow and give LIVELOCK lots and love!

ILY guys! 💕

[if-childrenofiona]

🌙 dev log; aug.

12,096 words (+531)

a long time coming, yes. this should've been out sooner but i was recovering from food poising, apologies 🥲 aside from that— this month has been full of surprises to say the least.

firstly, the character portraits i intended to put out before the demo's release will be discontinued. i was super bummed about it, but unfortunately, the features that were once free to me and others now cost money. i'm incredibly hesitant to trust the ai company with my limited funds from some reviews i've read about people cheated. for example, they got locked out of their accounts after paying a subscription. also, how they would take extra credits from me to generate the picture made me even more suspicious of them. i'm not sure; we'll see. i just wanted to share the portraits of all the characters with you guys. i apologize ):

secondly, on a more lighter note, i'm considering gathering a small group of beta testers together! i'm not sure how to go about it but i think it would help with the editing/proofreading process a TON. so i'll keep you all updated on that :D in terms of the slight increase in words, i was able to add more words to set up some scenes that were lacking and it turned out nicely. i've also decided to change l/s to l for simplicity. (m!liroy and f!lorelai). additionally, i've been doing some character work in my notes book. giving all the ros therapy sessions (coz they all need it) and it's been SO GOOD. SO DEEP TOO. which gives me more content to write for my patreon in terms of side stories and whatnot.

lastly, i'm finishing up tumblr drafts and any asks i have left. sorry for the delays ): i haven't forgotten you anons. all of this will be posting some time during the first week of sep.

anywho, thanks for reading. your patience is so greatly appreciated. it makes things a lot easier. thank you. 🫶

[crazycheetah]

I finally finished the Nightbringer obey me version

so do we look like a demon? We have to right or he wouldn't have assumed otherwise unless they walked around glamoured which no one seems to do yet.If not Iguess he could have been like why would a human be here but still he would have to be suspicious of no horns and stuff

He seemed more low key aggressive not outright aggressive but aggressive towards demons in general like asserting his dominance and power over his subjects too

Solomon and Barbatos relationship is hilarious

I think nightbringer is Barbs or some version of him from another timeline one where he never becomes a butler for Diavolo, because I Adam which by the way

1)Is that the one that fell in love with Lilith?!

Or was it Solomon?, cause that's who I thought it was at first because Lilith stole something to save the life of the one she loves,I don't remember if they became immortal or if it just saved their life but I've been suspicious that it was Solomon

But Adam came along and I was like is it him?!

Anywho angry teen Satan is funny as hell I wouldn't be around him much because I'm messy and aggressive when people get aggressive with me so he would kill me 100%

My theory that it was love at first sight for Mammon is basically confirmed So Yay!

On top of the fact That he's just a really good brother and he puts himself down enough so now the others are gonna have to catch these hands,though I low-key think they do it because he's the only one that keeps a level head and doesn't immediately react to go in his demon form and attack

Back to Solomon and Barbs I think barbs tried to hustle Solomon and got hustled himSelf so he mad bitter and will we find out why he hates rats maybe he was human during or just around the plague

Im liking Solomon more too and didn't he admit it was love at first sight for him? Him and Mammon are the only ones unless you know the other demons at RAD were the same way.

So Diavolo knows and what the he'll happened to Beel is it his PTSD?

I see they were kinda harsh in the beginning huh?,though I understand not wanting someone to tear up yo house but why let him go home only to call him back and lock him up?

And I just realized what if we are the reason so many things happen or are the way they are because we were their Solomon says his memories during this time were fuzzy what if its because of Nightbringer?When we go back they forget about pass us and think they did it on their own ?

why bring us in the first place and not just do it himself

Watch when night bringer is someone else entirely like Diavolo's dad,Thirteen or Mephest, or someone we would least expect but for now I say its A version of barbs.

Well we will see these are just some random thoughts

[quiveringdeer]

Hi!! It's @early20sfailingplenty here to ask if you'd pleaseeee elaborate on your tag "bo is the softest sinclair" ??? I can't stop thinking about it and I wanna askkkk because I'm super curious hasdfghjkl you don't have to if you don't want to!!!🥺🥺🥺

Thanks for this ask, sweets! Also this got waaaay longer than expected. 😅

So in reference to my tags on Bo in this post. Many fanon works paint Bo as the dangerous, aggressive, toxic Sinclair. And while he's a sick bastard (cause like they all are for murdering people for years lmao) after a bunch of rewatches of House of Wax (2005) I don't know where that interpretation comes from.

I read so many fanfics prior to even watching the movie and so I was full on board with Vinny as the uwu soft twin train. Lester has never appealed to me in any way shape or form, but fanfics generally portray him as the really sweet kinda neglected and forgotten brother.

Through my massive hyper fixation in the movie and doing all those rewatches for ridiculous analysis that no one asked for I observed Lester being pretty lecherous with Carly. Both when at the carrion pit when she was changing her shirt and also while they were in the truck (if memory serves.) I also don't find Les attractive, even ignoring his lack of personal hygiene so like there's maybe some of my bias there. Not caring to read more into him cause of the initial creep factor and that he doesn't get much air time. I do appreciate his carving artistry though!

In Vinny I saw waaaay more sadistic and predatory nature than Bo. Also he's officially the more dangerous Sinclair since Bo couldn't even manage to kill Carly and Nick with a freakin shotgun at close range 😂 smdh

I think I've highlighted in other posts some of these instances but please feel free to send another ask for me to talk about them again! I miss talkin about these boys.

Anywho, outside Bo's outburst at Vinny in the kitchen, he doesn't show that much anger and such. And even then he had a crossbow bolt in his shoulder and had been outwitted by their victims like 3 times at that point. (again he's so bad at his 'job' 😂) Vinny straight up ignores that outburst anyway and Bo immediately starts soothing the situation. Apologizing and trying to reconnect through talkin bout the family legacy.

I'll also say that for almost half the movie Bo is in 'actor' mode. Puttin on the charm to manipulate the group. I was honestly surprised how long he kept it up even when Carly had locked him outta the truck. And while it could be seen as some fucked up sexual and power fantasy thing, after duck taping Carly to the chair he shhhhs her all gentle and keeps his voice soft. Even when gluing her mouth shut.

I also have the hc that Bo is hella susceptible to anyone showing him kindness--usually a trait that people ascribe to Vinny in fanon-- because he was the neglected and abused son. Like fair to say they all are violent (they are murders of many people) but I feel like he's always characterized as this extra broody, mean/grumpy alcoholic, which when I watch the movie he's not really any of that.

So yeah, while I do love the grumpy broody Bo trait, I think he's real touch/attention/love starved and would be hella fuckin soft with someone he loves. I've headcannoned that he doesn't like being that way around his brothers but I think that's fanon too now that I'm typing this all out.

Much of this could be considered conjecture cause they spent way too much time on the college kids when they should've just focused on the brothers and Paige then being the final girl (still bitter) but yep. That's why I think he's a softy. 🥰

[dearfuturehusbandblog]

Let's Add to the Crap Pile

Dear Future Husband,

I'm broke. Have we ever discussed that? I don't remember for sure, though I think I may have mentioned it...

Anywho, the pain is still here.

It could be an ovarian issue, it could be a kidney issue, it could be dehydration, it could be a random pain that will go away on its own. But you know what, I'll never know! Because I can't afford health care. Because my ObamaDoesntCare has been pending for three years, despite my being reassured by the ObamaDoesntCare people that there's nothing that should be holding it up and of course it'll go through this time.

Wouldn't it be funny if this "looking for my beshert" blog turned into a "watch me die a slow death" blog?

On top of that, my bank account overdrew yesterday because I had a couple of bills that were paid automatically and I hadn't checked my account before to make sure there were enough funds there.

Now here's the kicker - I work for a small business and I've been gifted the wonderful role of paying myself for the work I do, which I zelle from my boss's account.

But, you see, I grew up in a dysfunctional and poor family with parents who did not instill in me a healthy relationship with money. And paying myself feels super weird, because I have to keep track of my own hours and when I track my time, even two minutes at work that aren't spent on work things feels like I'm stealing. I used to track my time by literal minutes, but when I first started working there, my boss would round up to the hour for pay. So now I round up to the hours. And that means if I'm paying myself for an hour, but part of that hour was spent on something non-work related, I feel like I'm stealing from my boss.

So I get weird about paying myself and I forget to do it. And it feels weird to do it at the beginning or in the middle of the week, so if I forget before Shabbos, I push it off to the next erev Shabbos. And at some point it's been like a month since I've been paid and my account gets overdrawn. Like a smart person.

But here's why I'm writing about all this now:

My boss apparently got a new phone and since it's not a recognized device, she had issues logging into her banking app and it completely locked her out.

So I can't even pay myself this week until she resolves that issue.

So the TL;DR is: my account is overdrawn and I can't pay my bills because I'm the one who pays myself and I'm so weird about money that I can't even pay myself like a normal person and pushed it off so long that I need the money this week because I live paycheck to paycheck and I can't even get a paycheck this week because of stupid tech issues.

My god, I'm a mess.

It's one thing to know it, but it's another thing to say these things "out loud" and see it from a normal person's perspective."

Either way, I can't afford medical care, so whatever this back pain issue is, it better go away on its own because I can't afford any other option.

-LivelyHeart

I googled it and there's something called Chronic Kidney Disease, which is apparently not reversible, and comes along with things like obesity (check) and high blood pressure (check).

My obesity is most likely tied in with two things - (1) stress and (2) food sensitivities.

My high blood pressure is most likely tied in with three things - (1) stress, (2) obesity, and (3) there's actually a genetic component for it on MotherLivelyHeart's side.

It's so funny how stress can cause obesity and obesity can cause stress. And my whole life is stress, so even when I try to get healthy, the stress is always there.

[the-doodly-noodle]

!!

With every “!!” i get, I’ll introduce you to an OC!

Do you remember when you asked me like 42 years ago to do this?? Cuz this has been haunting me for a while and I FINALLY had time to figure out which OC to introduce write a response!

This is Rayan, my middle-aged assassin Arisen for the game Dragon's Dogma: Dark Arisen! Fun story: we're not with the times, I played her on an XBox 360!

Backstory and photos under the cut.

SO! If you aren't familiar with the game, Dragon's Dogma is about your character--the Arisen--going on a quest to fight a dragon to recover the heart that he stole from you. And I mean he literally steals your heart. Like physically out of your chest. Because you're a hero destined for great things, and this is a test of your ability to take up the mantle. You get to pick your fighting style (sword and board, bow and dagger, or magic, and you can upgrade later to advanced or hybrid vocations) as well as a main follower that you can customize called a pawn. Pawns are humanoid characters that lack free will and are destined to travel with the Arisen. Also you have to pick a lover, which is wonderfully not gender-locked so you can be as gay as you want. And when you beat the game, you can play it again and keep all your stuff from your last playthrough, and there's a point where you can see the last Arisen you made in your last playthrough too, but that's all I'll say. ;) If you watched the series, it doesn't do the game justice.

Anywho, in the game, there's a group of bandits that are only women. I like to think that before the events of the game, Rayan used to be one of them. But she got pregnant and decided to settle down to raise her kid. She retired to Cassardis, the fishing village you start the game in, and had a baby boy (father wasn't in the picture). The son wanted to become a soldier for the duke who rules over the land. Unfortunately, he was killed in action and his body was returned to Cassardis. There's a hidden cliffside cave with a headstone in it; that's where I imagine he was buried. Anywho, Rayan was distraught, but she knew the risks of his line of work, and she continued on with her life, but she didn't return to her life as a bandit. Until the dragon showed up. She was the only one to take up a sword against him, so he stole her heart. It more or less forced her out of retirement, to brush off her old assassin gear and take to the roads. Her pawn was named Diarmid. He was a tall, somewhat awkward warrior that would have been about her son's age. Rayan didn't quite baby him, but she tried her best to give him the guidance and encouragement that she would have wanted to give her son. And it culminates into...the final event that I shall not elaborate on because that would be spoilers. Anywho, she also built a rapport with a man named Mason who ended up becoming her lover. I don't think their relationship is intensely romantic though, but they are very close. I imagine they sleep drink together a lot.

Idk, she was my fourth playthrough (I'm on my fifth now), but so far she's my favorite Arisen I've made. She's the one I have most of a story for. Still isn't that much, but....yeah :D

Below are some in-game photos. Again, I'm playing off an XBox 360, so these were from my phone XD

Thank you for asking!!

[imklaviergavinandimfineeeee]

restarting aa4 for like the third time in the past year so I think I'm gonna make a little playthru blog or something

(to be clear i'm still the same bitch who has not made it past turnabout serenade despite having started the game in like 2021)

i'll be playing on my ds lite from an ancient bygone era of me being 10 years old that is now covered in ace attorney stickers from cons <3

for context i got into the series in 2020 with the release of the switch game and another Fun Fact is that I've been putting off breaking Pearl's psyche locks in The Last Case of the Last Game of the trilogy which i got to like 2 years ago. maybe i'll finish the two at the same time... hm...

ANYWHO! these posts will be tagged with whatever the fuck tag i think of right now one sec

[itwas50yearsagotoday]

8/13/23: It was 50 years ago today, August 13th, 1973, Lynyrd Skynyrd would release their debut album (pronounced leh-nerd skin-nerd). So supposedly this album was named after a high school gym coach who ragged on some members to cut their long locks when they were students. Look, this is a pretty difficult album to review because honestly every single one of these songs is at least very good, if not excellent... by the time of this recording, Skynyrd was already an extremely tight group, having been formed in the late '60s in Jacksonville. Al Kooper (formerly from Blood, Sweat & Tears, but also general weirdo) was working for MCA (heh) and not only produced their first album but also assisted on having the band as openers on the Who's Quadrophenia tour (now that must have been some show). Anyway, I think most of us know the final song on the album, second perhaps only to 'Stairway' as THEEEE Classic Rock anthem 'Free Bird'... and you know what? It's still fucking solid, even today... heck, I was driving down Kingshwy in STL yesterday jamming on it, probably looking like some kind of head-banging middle-aged maniac... I mean the build-up, then the second half jam... it's just legendary. The album opener 'I Ain't the One' is just about as good, but in a different way... like that weird Hendrix-like backward drums shit at the beginning, and then it just flings into the three-guitar-attack... wow. This album is also chock full of great-to-excellent ballads... like aside from 'Free Bird' you have both 'Tuesday's Gone' and 'Simple Man', the latter of which has become some sort of blue-collar man anthem... supposedly Kooper wasn't a fan, and was forced to leave the building while the band produced it themselves (read that on Wikipedia, so you know it's true!). I don't think it's a bad song at all, but perhaps along with 'MIssissippi Kid' might be the weakest track on the record. Strangely, I've been obsessed with 'Tuesday's Gone' since I was drug-free teenager... I'd hear it, and the DJ (probably K-SHE) wouldn't say who it was, but I dug the wistful melody... finally, I think when I got this record on cassette, I was gobsmacked to finally hear it on my own efforts. I think it's not quite as good as I used to think, but it's still good... maybe about the equal of 'Simple Man' as second best ballad on the record (after the 'Bird', of course). Then we get the fun shuffle 'Gimme Three Steps'... I mean it's kinda dumb but also like somehow brilliant at the same time... I know every word to that fucking song, so they must have done something right! Maybe the least-known song on the record is 'Poison Whiskey'... at first it might seem like a throwaway tune, but man overtime it kinda hits home, especially for us alcoholic types. Also, 'Things Goin' On' is a great piano number... I've heard some writers indicate that it is a pro-Civil Rights' song, but I'm not so sure because the lyrics don't really dig that deep... still a great song tho, and sure I'd like to think of the most Southern-fried band (not their fault) to be all good on race-relations, but who knows! Everyone on that album cover is dead so we cannot ask them. Anywho, good tune. I ragged a little on 'Mississippi Kid' earlier, but one thing I noticed is that on the headphones you can isolate all three of the acoustic guitars... it's kinda neat. You know I think I mentioned them all... but as a whole this is one hell of a debut album, rivaling only a select few bands (e.g. Zeppelin, the Cars, Pearl Jam...). Put away any of your snobby Left Coast pretenses I give this entire album a solid listen... great on road trips too.

Also, as a bonus, here is a link to the exact location where they took the album photo. It is in Jonesboro, GA, where they were producing the record:

[aidanezra]

Happiness is Fleating (Part One)

A/N: Long time, no see! I am so sorry for disappearing. Completely lost motivation to do much of anything creatively. And got sick, again. I'm okay now though, just some chronic illness stuff but I'm going to try and bounce back, hopefully with some more original works and maybe fics of heartstopper, dbh and stranger things. As well as anything in my drafts lol.

I've never seen a crossover with Doctor Who and Detroit: Become Human, anywhere. I know this is definitely a very specific niche and I hope those of you who enjoy my writing will enjoy it! It should be at least a two-parter, this just being the start of it. As always, I'm figuring out the plot as I go, anywho, I hope you all enjoy it! And again, gif choice has very little to do with plot lol.

Summary: Reader is devastated after the death of Connor during the fight for android rights, in denial, they use the Tardis to go back in time the day before he died, but The Tardis has other plans.

Theme: a lot of angst, sorry

Setting: a world where equal rights exist except for intelligent ai, also in the dbh universe where the doctor who universe merges.

Pairings: Tenth Doctor x Gn!Reader, Father!Hank x Son!Connor, Reader x Connor

Fandom: Detroit: Become Human, Doctor Who

Warnings: swearing, character death, grief, alcohol

Words: 2,391

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"Hey, hey, stay. Please, stay." I practically whisper to Connor. I've held him in my arms for who knows how long, awaiting the doctor as he finishes off some Cybermen. He told me to stay here and keep Connor awake until Ten could come help. It's been so long and I don't think he's going to last any longer. The blue blood seeping from the gash on his side, looking at it makes me feel so hopeless and fearful that this is it. "Please stay, I can't lose you, Connor."

"Do me a favor, travel with the Doctor, and live your life. Please don't fret over me, I'll be okay." A soft smile creeps upon his features, his free hand, the one not holding onto his wound, reaches up to brush against my cheek. I hold his hand there with mine, the waterfall of tears threatening to fall.

"What about Hank? He needs you, Connor, you need him." I turn my head to place a gentle kiss on the palm of his hand. It's cold, his heaters have failed already.

"He'll be okay," Smiling again as he pauses, his blinking begins to slow. He continues, practically reading my mind, answering the questions yet to make it from my throat. "You'll be okay too. The Doctor will take care of you."

"You'll be okay." He mutters, throwing me one last smile before his systems shut down, everything slowing and turning off. And he's gone. He's already gone.

I hold him closer to me, rocking back and forth as I'm riddled with debilitating sobs. I move his hair out of his face, tangling my fingers in his locks, leaning my forehead down to touch his. Tears finally escaping from the confines of my eyes, dripping onto his cold--dead features. I couldn't save him. I couldn't save him and now he's gone.

I stay there, the lifeless Android held tightly in my arms. I lose track of time, letting it flow past me and letting grief evelope my being. Rocking him, whispering what good he could have done, muttering sorries while holding back sobs. Apologizing for failing him and letting him die.

Voices call out my name, muddled by the pain-stricken in my heart, a pair of hands gently pulls me away and up to stand. I close my eyes, ignoring the others around me. When I look back, I see someone take away Connor, carrying him away to whoever the hell knows. I scream, trying to run after him, to take him in my arms and somehow bring him back. I'm restrained as I struggle against their grip, screaming bloody murder. They've taken him, he's gone, he's really gone.

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"Y/N, you know you can't bring him back. He's gone." Ten tries to reason with me, he's been trying for the past few hours. But I could care less. I have a fucking time machine at my whim and I'm going to use it.

"Yes, I can. Him dying wasn't supposed to happen and you know that." I snap at him, running around the console, flipping switches, turning a couple knobs, and pressing a few buttons in the process.

"You could create a paradox! Not even remembering you saved him!" He counters, trying to pull me away from the console, I wiggle from his grip, jumping to push the final lever. It bangs, the Tardis whirring to life.

"I don't give a shit about paradoxes, he needs to be alive." I stare blankly at him, gripping onto the console, readying for the usual turbulence.

"Fine, you do this. But if you fuck up, don't come crying to me." His lips form a straight line, as he stares daggers at me, if looks could kill, I'd be six feet in the ground.

I roll my eyes, "I don't fuck up." Pursing my lips, I play with my next remark, weighing the consequences. "Unlike you."

He lets out a small sound, only to be described as a growl. Wow, mature. He steps back, anger painted on his features as the Tardis comes to a stop. I step back, turning on my heels and running out the TARDIS doors, yanking them open. I slam them shut, stepping out and onto the grass of the Earth before me.

"Y/N!" the Doctor practically growls as I hear him run after me, I walk farther away from the Tardis, looking for any sign of what day it is. I meant to come back the day before he died, to keep him far from the fight. So he wouldn't-- Nevermind.

The Doctor reaches me, his hand grasping my shoulder tightly, "Be careful."

"Sure." I hiss through clenched teeth, venom dripping from my voice. He cringes, regretting what he said before.

"I'm sorry." He apologizes, features softening.

I break from his grip, finding a digital newspaper laid on the bench not too far from where I stood. I grab a hold of it, then look beside me, noticing where I am. I'm stood in the park that looks over all of Detroit, I have no clue what park it is or in what relation to everything else it is. But I know what happened here. I look down at the newspaper tablet in hand, inspecting the date. when I find it, strategically placed in the top right corner, I throw it on the ground.

"Goddamn Tardis!" I yell, running my hands through my hair half hazardly, ready for another breakdown.

The Doctor must've followed me because when I turn to stalk towards the Tardis, he stands there, stopping me. "What is it?"

"Did you do it? Huh? Did you change the coordinates so you could get your fucking way?" I seethe, ready to stomp off, but he stops me. Looking at me with an innocently concerned gaze.

"Change the coordinates? No, I don't even know how to do that!" He yells back, turning on his heels to face away from me, ready to jump back into the TARDIS himself.

"Then what the hell happened?" I yell, chasing after him. He reaches the TARDIS, attempting to open the doors. Nothing, it doesn't budge. He tries to unlock it with his key, still nothing. Sonic, nothing. Brute force? Also nothing.

"She locked us out. She changed the coordinates. One of us must be needed here." He sighs, kicking the ground.

"Why the hell the day after he died?! That does nothing!" I throw my hands in the air, storming off. I head over to the railing that looks over the river. I shove my head into my hands. Tears threatening once again to fall. I hold them back, trying to keep my composure.

He stays silent, standing beside me at the railing. I raise my head to look over at the view, trying to come up with any reason as to why she brought us here. Why today of all days? I swear I set the exact date and time- Why would she do this, why would she change it?

"What do you think happens today?" Ten asks me, his hands having hold on the railing, keeping himself steady. I shrug, letting out a sigh of frustration, and anger-- everything that I could possibly be feeling at the moment. Hatred, sadness, grief- all of it.

"I don't know. I only know what was meant to be, what happened before. I- I never knew what happened today. If anything." He rests his hand on my upper back, trying his best to console me. Guess he's given up on anger.

"We need to find Hank." He tells me bluntly, in a tone that's expectant, expectant of me. But why?

"What good would he do? I'm sure he's furious with me." I let my gaze direct itself to him, my eyes meeting his. His expression is so soft, eyes glinting with something I can't even find the words to describe, his mouth formed in an understanding frown, eyebrows knitted as if I just told him everything I had bottled up. He looks as if he read my mind and my heart and knew all my thoughts and feelings with a single look. Breathe in.

"I don't know, but if he isn't the puzzle piece, he may lead us to what truly is." He holds my shoulders gently, his lips twitching up into a soft grin. Breathe out.

"Fine," Breathe in. "It's worth a shot I suppose." Breathe out. I go in for a hug, wrapping my arms tightly around him, "This doesn't mean I've forgiven you by the way. I'm still cross with you." As I say that, I press my face into his chest, hiding, hoping that if I hold onto him tight enough, I'll fade away and never feel again. Never exist again.

"Noted." He lets out a soft laugh, then pats my back as I step out of his grasp.

"So Hank's place, should we start our search there or the bars?" I ask, my hand reaching out to him.

He takes my hand in his, "The bars."

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"Five bars and we've come up with nothing! Zip! Zilch!" I groan in frustration, kicking the ground with my foot as I dig my hands deeper into my pockets.

"What about Jimmy's bar? That's where we first met him, maybe he's there." He suggests, his shoulders shrugging, hopelessness painted in the browns of his eyes.

"He could be home as well," I add, wrapping my arms around myself as I gaze around me. It's decently cold, and it feels like it may snow soon. The road we stand on is completely abandoned, with no sight of another person, Android, or even a car.

"He could be, but there's a higher chance we'll find him at Jimmy's. He did just lose..." Ten then stops himself when he sees my expression fall, furrowing his eyebrows and then taking a sharp breath. He looks away, "I'm sorry." His hands are stuffed in his pockets when he looks back at me. "I really am. I am so sorry."

"Jimmy's bar then." I change the subject, looking away from him down the long and winding road before us. Littered with protest signs and..Android parts? But we just won the revolution yesterday? Maybe it's old, yet to be picked up and taken care of. And how did I not notice this until now?

"Allons-y!" He puts on a goofy grin, trying to lighten my mood as he holds out his hand for me, wiggling his fingers. I take his hand in mine and he runs. Again.

We take a few corners down the sidewalk along closed down buildings, lights off, and closed signs out. This doesn't feel right. I haven't seen one building besides the bars in town that are open or at least look semi-taken care of. We take a right at an intersection, where a grocery outlet is sat on the corner, aka the only open building I can see. I look in and for a second I think I'm seeing things when I see a speckle of brown hair poking up, an Android jacket donning on the person in ownership of the brunette locks. I stop Ten, my hand gripped onto his jacket sleeve. I stand there for a moment, trying to get a good look at the serial number on the jacket. The Android moves closer to the door, down an aisle and I catch a closer glimpse -- RK...800? No, no, it can't be!

"Ten..." I whisper and he catches my gaze, as I point over to the Android with Connor's hair and jacket.

"It can't be.." He grabs my hand in a tight grasp, turning me around and away from the grocery outlet, making a run down the sidewalk. We turn another corner to the right and we find the Jimmy's bar sign just a block away. This time we speed walk, our fingers intertwined with one another, whether for comfort or for security.

"You think he's here?" I whisper, gazing into the window of the small and very worn-down bar.

"Like you said, it's worth a shot." He gives me a warm half-smile, shrugging his shoulders.

"I suppose," I give him the same smile before looking forward again and opening the door. We step inside one after the other, me first with him following--our hands still intertwined--as the bell rings indicating our presence. I look around the room, a lot of middle-aged men sat in the booths that line the wall, a few younger-looking blokes sat at the bar--except for one. Hank is sat in the middle of the bar, his gray hair pulled up. Since when did he pull up his hair?

"Hank!" I call to him, waving as I make my way to sit in the vacant barstool next to him. He turns to me, donning a warm smile.

"Oh! Y/N! And the Doctor! I thought you two left yesterday?" He exclaims, waving back. Ten then takes his spot next to me, his hand resting on my leg.

"We intended to, but we felt like it was too soon. I uh, wanted to check on you, Hank." I try to give a soft smile, but I end up failing, turning into a faded grin.

"Why'd you need to check on me? I'm fine!" He assures me, my gaze moving to the door behind him.

The bell on the door rings again and out of curiosity, I gaze over. My jaw drops a bit, and Ten must catch my dumbfounded expression when his head turns in the direction of the door as well.

"Is that...?" I whisper, my hand flying to hold his.

"Why is your face like that? You look like you saw a fuckin' ghost, Y/N." Hank chuckles, bringing his drink up to his lips and then downing it in one go. I cringe, the idea of drinking that grosses me the fuck out. Must hurt like hell too. I shake my head, gaze still locked on the new customer. Connor. Connor's alive? I swear he was.. That he was gone?

"Well, I think I did." I sigh, my breath shaking. Hank follows my gaze towards the door.

"Connor?" His voice wavers, mumbling nearly inaudible, but I manage to catch it, my free hand resting on his shoulder. "I.. I haven't seen him in two months."

"What?"

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[minyoongees]

comethru || myg

✧ pairing: manager!yoongi x worker!reader

✧ genre: slight angst? hurt/comfort, pathetic attempt at crack, barely there fluff

✧ word count: 2k

✧ summary: Yoongi saves you from heinous karens

✧ snip: "We have a coupon for a free meal at your restaurant and we demand you open it right now!!" this bitch—

✧ warnings: karens, oc gets all panicky, bubbling anxiety, rude af people, unhealthy relations with parents, unrequited love? (oc doesn’t really know)

This fic was genuinely fun to write! I know I did not do a very good job on this it’s lengthy with useless info but it just felt important. Let me know what you think of this!

Also, the title is inspired by Jeremy Zucker's comethru

As a new worker in a big restaurant, there are a few words one could dread to hear. For example, 'You're fired' sounds horrifying, gut wrenching, all your student loans flash before your eyes. It's scary, yes, but it's not as dreadful as the infamous —

"Can I see your manager?"

"Ma'am I already told you the restaurant opens at 11:30 am, and none of the staff arrives before 11, but I'd be happy to serve you at 11:30" you assured.

BANG!

One of the three ladies with a blonde bob cut hit at the door again.

"We don't talk to low class workers, call your manager!" Called out another from the group while the bangs continued. It was so loud you were almost afraid that they will tear this place down.

"Because of the unavailability of the manager, a low class worker is all you'll have to speak to for now," you spat, "but I'd be happiest if you don't speak to me at all"

Numerous loud gasps were heard. If the head chef heard you talking like this, you'll be out of the restaurant sooner than these karens can call your manager.

"HOW DARE YOU TALK LIKE THAT TO A CUSTOMER???"

"Ma'am since you have not walked into the restaurant yet, you are not our customer." you tried to explain, "The restaurant opens at 11:30 ma'am which is just in an hour and a half, I suggest you wait outside on one of the tables."

Even though it was kinda against the rules to sit on the tables unless you eat at the restaurant, but you desperately needed to get rid of the situation. The restaurant didn't even open yet, so what could be the big deal about them sitting on the benches outside. You were just hoping your manager would be understanding.

Anticipating another harsh string of words from them, the total silence that hit you surprised you. You pulled the blinds lower and peeked through them. The ladies were seated on the chairs outside, looking through their phones. Even though a bit shocked that they decided to do what you asked so easily, you didn't wanna jinx it. You thanked your lucky stars and moved on to getting the coffee machine started.

The day hasn't even started yet and the karens are here to disrupt the place already. Being the newbie, you have to come early to get this place started and on top of that, people like them are making it even harder. You clearly don't get paid enough for this.

Moving on to wiping all the tables, you were wishing that when your manger arrives, he'll understand the situation. To come to think of it, he's actually a good man and been nothing but nice to you since you joined here a month ago. He even covered up for you when you broke a plate. Another time he took the blame upon himself when you put a bit too much salt in of the dishes and a few people left unsatisfied. He's been sheltering you ever since you joined here and you've been enjoying this more than you should. Yet you still can't help but hope he handles it this time too and saves you from these heinous Karens.

brrring brrring brrring!!

The sounds catches you off guard not because of it's sudden penetration into the too good to be true silence, but because it shouldn't be ringing when it's the restaurant's hours closed. Nevertheless against your better judgement you pick it up and place the receiver between your ear and shoulder.

"Thanks for calling the Nile's! My name is y/n, how can I help you today?"

"We have a coupon for a free meal at your restaurant and we demand you open it right now!!"

this bitch—

"Ma'am as I explained already, the restaurant opens at 11:30 and if you walk in by then, I'll be happy to serve you and make use of your coupons too." Is it too early to quit?

"Am I talking to the manager?" she asked penetratingly.

"The manager is not here yet, but as soon as he arrives, I'll make sure you're the first person he talks to." you tried calmly hoping it would help.

The woman on the line took a deep breath but nothing could prepare you for the coming onslaught of distress.

"Missy you've been saying this to us since the morning and yet your manager isn't here. You should not open a restaurant when you do not know how to run it.”

She was so loud you couldn't even hear yourself losing the will to live.

"You do not know my husband. If he gets to know about the way you've treated me today, your restaurant will be closed forever." She threatened and you could hear her talking from the outside. Did she know that you did not own the restaurant?? "You should be grateful to me for not telling. Now open this damn door RIGHT NOW!!”

Another round of bangs started ringing and it echoed through the walls. They seemed louder than you know they should've been. And it was the trigger. The helplessness of the situation created panic. Your eyes unfocused, your stomach churned and your heartbeat escalated. You felt trapped.

Her shrill sound coming from the phone felt like it was piercing your ear drums and you could no longer understand what she was saying. So you slammed the receiver back into place, not knowing what to do anymore.

The grip on the cloth between your fingers seemed weak. You have always been a strong woman, dealing with irrational people all your life since you spent most of it around such people. But the karens have been tormenting you since the past 30 minutes and it was bound to get to you, sooner or later. Though you'd hoped for later rather than sooner. They way they started banging on the door while demanding something from you seemed so familiar to the way your parents banged on your bedroom door when you locked yourself in to save yourself from them.

Anywho, the situation is delayed for now and you have to calm down and start working again or you won't be done till the rest of the staff comes around. You don't know till when you'll be living under Yoongi's shadows and he'll be protecting you.

You put your hands on your face and let out a deep breath. Back to work bitches.

You started wiping the tables again, trying to think about something else. That 'something else' had a lot of options for you like, how are you going to repay your student loan that you took to go to college and didn't even help you land a decent job, or how your mom has been pestering you since months to get married and you haven't the found the best way to tell her yet that you wanna focus on your career for now and become a chef, or... well let's just say you had better things to worry about. But your train off thoughts was cut short when the phone rang again.

You already knew who was calling, so you decided against picking up. The ear splitting sound of the phone again echoed through the walls and it made you want to throw the phone against a wall. You know the restaurant phones should be loud enough to be heard by the staff even when the place is busy, but it did not help with the way it was making you feel.

After what seemed like forever, it stopped ringing and you went on to work again. The phone rang several times after that and with each ring, you felt your patience slipping farther away from you. You had half the mind to pick up the phone and tell them off, but you knew it would only anger them further. Yet you couldn't let this go on so after at least a dozen calls, you decided to pick it up.

"Thanks for calling at the Nile's! My name is y/n how can I help you today?" you spoke through a sigh.

"I'VE BEEN CALLING AT THIS DAMN RESTAURANT SINCE THE PAST 2 HOURS AND NOBODY HAS PICKED IT UP." she bellowed. If you thought she was loud and shrill earlier, you would change your mind now. Also, 2 hours????? you weren’t even here 2 hours ago!

"I HAVE GOT ALL THAT YOU HAVE DONE ON MY PHONE AND I WILL POST THIS ALL ON FACEBOOK THE WAY YOU HAVE TREATED ME IS NOT AT ALL A WAY TO TREAT A CUSTOMER." she didn't even pause for a breath "WAIT TILL MY HUSBAND HEARS ABOUT THIS."

You didn't dare say anything for the fear that anything that may come out of your mouth right now, may anger her further, considering, you were not the manager she hoped to talk to.

There was small hustle on the other end. You could hear the ladies outside arguing a little. After a short pause, someone spoke again.

"Am I talking to manager?" this was not the woman who yelled at you earlier but someone else.

"Yes you are, ma'am"

You let out a small shriek. Surprised to see the receiver that was in your hands a moment ago, placed against Yoongi's ear. When the hell did he get here and how did you not even realize?? Even so, a strange feeling of safety filled up your chest at the sight of him and you felt like you could breath again.

"No ma'am, we cannot do that for you. As y/n here explained to you, the restaurant opens at 11:30 and no exceptions will be made for anyone." he explained calmly and it had you hoping that they'd listen to him if not you.

"I'm sorry for the inconvenience caused to you ma'am."

You just stood being a witness to one side of the conversation. You could hear someone talking outside the restaurant as well, but couldn't make out their exact words.

You admired his calm even in such a patronizing situation. At least to you, it was that way. In your eyes, he seemed so serene, his lips moved to utter the most calming sounds and you felt like you'd hand over your life to him if he asked you for it.

You really needed to practice professional work ethics when it came to him.

"Yes we will take care of this in the future, thank you for your suggestion."

"Ma'am we do not accept any kind of coupons for any of the meals provided here. Are you sure it is the same restaurant?"

Wait. But we do accept coupons here at the Nile's...

"No ma'am we cannot do that for you. There is no such policy, and we do not accept coupons."

"You can totally go ahead and call the police for yourself and we'll be sure to tell them how have harassed one of our workers over here." He said in an unbothered tone, gaze floating to you and you strangely found yourself looking away.

"Sure thing. Thank you for calling!"

And he placed the receiver back, as if job accomplished.

"Are you okay y/n?" He questioned. In his deep eyes, you saw genuine concern for yourself and you wanted to stay there for some while more. His voice was music to your ears and you did not want your own voice to taint the air around.

But he asked you something.

"Yeah." you said breathlessly and cleared your throat. "Yes, I'm fine, thanks for the help Yoongi"

It was something he insisted you call him even though the rules say he is your senior and should be addressed as so.

"Such people are so irritating and do not deserve to be let out of their homes. What kind of a husband would it be, huh!" he wondered, "though I question if there is any husband at all or she was just bluffing."

"Yeah I know right?" you didn't know what to say. "Though it was really impressive the way you handled them, I could never!"

He laughed at that. Sounded so heavenly, your knees kind of gave out.

And it was another day when he saved you. Why does he do that for you? Why was he here here so early? Why does he even try to get to close to you?

These are questions you do not have the answers to yet. You hope to get them someday. But you are happy they you are right now. Or maybe you are too afraid that the answers to these questions wouldn't be what you'd like to hear. Maybe he was just being nice and you being a horndog took the hint wrong way.

But for now, you have all the time (45 mins max before some other employee comes) to enjoy this moment with him alone in the closed restaurant, surrounded by the smell of food and his cologne and you have no idea which you like better. You wouldn't have it any other way.

masterlist | fin. 

[ordinaryschmuck]

What I Thought About "Knock Knock Knockin' on Hooty's Door" from The Owl House

Wow. They are really pushing it for that secret message, huh?

Anywho--Salutations, random people on the internet who certainly won’t read this! I am an Ordinary Schmuck. I write stories and reviews and draw comics and cartoons!

I think it goes without saying at this point that Season Two of The Owl House is setting itself up as a season without filler. Now, filler episodes aren't always bad. Yes, it hurts when a series turns away from the main plot for a week. But at best, they're utilized as a chance for the writers to play around with the characters and developing said characters without it relating to the overarching story. So, some people who see that consider it a bad thing that a series doesn't have that many filler episodes.

I like to call those people: F**king morons.

Don't get me wrong, I see where some of you are coming from. And I'd be willing to agree...if The Owl House was a plot-driven series. Which it's not. It is a character-driven series. Because for every plot thread and narrative that the show presents, they always relate to the characters and develop them further each time these threads get brought up. For example, look at "Knock Knock Knockin’ on Hooty's Door" (It pains me just to write that). Several narratives move forward, and it’s all done to make the characters grow. And to explain how requires going into spoilers. So keep that in mind as you continue reading.

Now, let's review, shall we?

WHAT I LIKED

Hooty: Might as well start with the character that this episode is about.

To tell you the truth, I wasn't a huge fan when I found out we're getting a Hooty-centered episode. I've grown to love him over time, but he is a comedic character that's best used in small doses. Primarily due to how his voice is grating to me (My ears are still bleeding...). With that said, I do really love his contributions in "Knock Knock Knockin' on Hooty's Door" (Seriously, there couldn't have been a less awkward title?). Hooty's antics when trying to help everyone are as hilarious as they are heartwarming. He deeply cares for his friends but just doesn't understand how his plans could do some unintended harm, which is pretty lovable if you ask me. We also get some surprisingly great insight into his character, as he feels insecure about basically being the comic relief who doesn't really do that much other than being funny. Rarely do you get that level of dimension from a comedic character, and it's even more uncommon for that to work out as well as it does here. It once again proves just how competent the writing is in this series to the point where we get an episode about Hooty, and it's funny and heartwarming instead of being annoying. And whoever is responsible for that, you're the best.

Lilith’s Letter to Hooty: I mean it when I say that I love how Lilith kept her word about her and Hooty becoming penpals. Their friendship was something I would have never expected to love, and I'm still shocked that it works so well, so seeing it continue like this just warms me to the bone. Plus, it is pretty sweet that Lilith's kind words are what inspired Hooty to do what he's done in this episode...meaning it's Lilith we should thank here--SON OF A WITCH! Even when she's gone, she's still working her way into my heart!

King going through Puberty: What?! KING IS EVOLVING!

(There, I made a Pokemon reference. Do I get my cookie now?)

Eda Keeping Herself Awake to Train Herself: I'm willing to bet a large sum of money that this has everything to with Raine getting captured last week. If Eda was still the most powerful witch in the Isles, she might have actually saved them. But she isn't, and now the love of her life is in the clutches of a tyrant planning something that could potentially be the end of everything. So I can understand Eda pushing herself to her limit to get back on top again, as I would probably do the same. It's not healthy in any way, and Eda would be doing more harm than good. But when it comes to the people you love, logic doesn't always win out in the end.

Luz Wanting to Make her Way into Amity’s Heart by Making the Echo Mouse Happy: ...That's it. I Just...I just love everything about it, ok?

This was also when I knew that I was wrong to doubt that there would be zero Lumity in this episode. I realize my follies now, and I humbly apologize.

Hooty Teaching King About Demons: This was so funny. So, so funny. Probably doesn't come as a surprise, especially since The Owl House proves itself as a comedy before, but the jokes have never hit as frequently and as hard as they did here. From Hooty getting offended by King's dance to him and Dana's insert wanting a "DNA sample," everything managed to successfully make me lose my s**t. It does come at the expense of King suffering, but I can stomach that much more than if it were Eda or Luz. And, as a bonus, we get lore about how demons work, added with another great joke of King getting in trouble with Hooty for saying he already knows this stuff. Humor isn't always the show's strong suit, but when it works, it f**king works.

King Wanting to Know What he Is: But despite how funny King's vignette was, we still get to see more of his character grow. We learn that he's frustrated now that there's this big question mark over his life now, feeling extra angry that his father "abandoned" him to leave such a present mystery. It shows the hidden resentment he has that Lilith inadvertently brought out, made even worse when King's father hasn't responded to the video yet. King hasn't really gotten that much development until "Echoes of the Past," so it's pretty cool that the writers haven't really slowed down on it. Especially when it leads to these great moments of King venting his frustrations.

King’s Shouting Powers: KING learned FUS RO DAH!

(And now that's a Pokemon reference AND a Skyrim reference. WHERE'S MY GOSH DANG COOKIE!?)

Eda’s Nightmare: If King's vignette hits you hard with the laughs, Eda's will absolutely hit you harder with the feels (never make me say "feels" unironically again). Knowing that Eda's life got thoroughly screwed over by the curse is something we could figure out on her own. But seeing just how much the curse ruined her life and tore apart relationships that mean the world to her really does a swell job at ripping apart the soul. What's even more tragic is, technically speaking, it's all sort of Eda's fault too. She kept hiding the curse, refusing to be a burden to others who would do all they could to help. If she had only been open and honest, things probably wouldn't have changed much, but they most likely would have been better than they are now.

Eda Attacked her Father as the Owl Beast: ...I don't know what I was expecting when "Keeping Up A-Fear-Ances" hinted that there was some possible tension between Eda and her father...but it definitely wasn't this.

The fact that we see blood where his eye used to be doesn't make things any happier, either.

Raine Broke Up with Eda: Before we get into anything else, let's celebrate the fact that it's now confirmed that Eda and Raine really did use to date in the past. Because this show is just f**king phenomenal with its LGBTQA+ representation!

But, seriously, this is a fantastic reveal that goes far beyond just shipping...well, sort of. It shines a new light on Eda and Raine's interactions from last week, revealing that while they're not a couple anymore, they still very much love each other. It helps make their last interaction especially tragic, as they were both on the same page now and could very well be together again. Only for them to be forced apart for the second time in a way that's much worse than the first. And I frickin' adore that this series changes the impact of one episode one week later. Again, it shows just how competent these writers are, and kudos to them for making something so...perfect.

The Moon Person: WHO THE FU--Nope. Nope! We have more than enough mystery bulls**t to deal with through CreepyLuz and Philip Wittebane, so I am PUTTING YOU ON THE BACKBURNER FOR NOW!

(They're probably nothing more than a one-off character, anyway)

The Owl Beast and Eda are Connected: Through visuals alone, we, the audience, can clue into what the curse really means. The Owl Beast doesn't want to be a part of Eda as much as she doesn't want it to be a part of her. Whether they like it or not, and they very much don't, they're stuck together. The thing is, and this is what I love the most, they still decide to make the best of their situation rather than let it ruin their lives even more. This might be the best possible turn Eda's curse could have made. It'll still affect her, and there are probably more negatives than positives, but at least now, it's not the worst thing in the world. And I feel like that's all anyone can ask when in a position like her own.

Eda's “Pretty Dream”: I don't know what emotions are toiling inside me more with this moment. Awe and wonder over how beautiful Eda's dream is, or heartbreak over the implication that she has only had nightmares since getting cursed...I'm gonna say both. Yeah, it's definitely both.

Eda’s Harpie Form: Well, fan artists are gonna have a field day with this...especially the freaks.

(You know who you are. And you're weird!)

Luz Calling Amity a “Cotton-Candy Haired Goddess”: ...Have I ever mentioned how much I love this show?

Hooty Kidnapped Amity: ...Hooty, if your stupidity wasn't charming, I would be more than willing to call the authorities over how you kidnapped a girl in your version of a knapsack and locked her in the basement. For that is going to ring SO MANY alarm bells in people's heads.

Amity and Luz Stuck in a Tunnel of Love: *Smacks lips* Mmm. The adorable awkwardness of this moment is just *chef's kiss* magnifique!

Luz being afraid of getting made fun of:

Amity’s look of hope: I mean...just...f**king--LOOK AT HER:

That is the look of a girl who, while embarrassed as hell, still is ecstatic to learn for a brief moment, everything that she is hoping for has a high chance of being real. Who, in their right mind, wouldn't go "Aw!" at something so pure and innocent?!

Luz Destroying the Tunnel of Love: This is how to effectively utilize dramatic irony. The audience can understand why Luz is tearing the place apart because she explicitly states that she's afraid of Amity rejecting her in the end. They also know that's bogus, thus making it extra painful to watch Amity's heart break more and more with each second (which is perfectly represented through Amity's expressions). You feel bad for both of them, and even worse when you know that it can easily be prevented by the simple art of communication. That's what makes it great dramatic irony. Knowing the point of view of each character results in a scene that evokes emotions in two different ways.

Hooty’s Breakdown: This was...genuinely hard to watch. Not that it was badly written, far from it. It just...hurt seeing how destroyed Hooty was when he realized he failed the people he has such an admiration for. On the upside, a wholesome moment follows soon after as the Owl House gang tries to reassure Hooty that he's done a lot of good that night. It's a pure action that shows even though Hooty gets on their nerves all the time, they still care about him...damn it. I think I'm gonna cry.

Eda’s Advice for Luz: ...Eda...You're the best.

You found out that your surrogate daughter wants to ask a girl out, and not only were you quick to deliver the best possible advice ("Just go for it!"), but you also quickly reassure her that it doesn't need to be perfect.

And you know what? That's it. Eda is the best cartoon mom! She might not technically be Luz's mom, but I don't give a s**t because she is the best!

Luz and Amity Ask Each Other Out: Shh-sh-sh-sh...

Do you hear that?

...

...

...It's the sound of dozens of Lumity fans collectively losing their s**t...and I'm one of them.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

HOO-HOO-HOO-HOO!

IT!

IS!

CANON!

AH-HAHAHAHAHA!

HOLY S**T! Holy s**t! Holy s**t...might just be the best way I could possibly describe this! Finally, after all the waiting, speculating, and praying, THESE TWO IDIOTS FINALLY GOT TOGETHER! AND IT WAS PERFECT! I mean, it was awkward as s**t, but that's what makes it perfect! You know why? You wanna--Hey! *snaps fingers*. You want to know why? It's because they're teenagers. Of f**king course, it's going to be awkward! This is their first relationship, so there will be a lot of missteps along the way. And that, in itself, brings me to the best (second best part?) thing about it happening in episode eight of the new seasons. Most endgame couples get together in the climax or even at the end of the series. But to have them get together this early on, means there will be quite a few episodes dedicated to showing them grow as a couple.

And better than that--EVEN F**KING BETTER THAN THAT--dozens of kids are going to see these two, a realistic depiction of young love that just so happens to involve two girls, and are going to learn once and for all that there is nothing wrong with being who they are. That fact alone is f**king incredible. Yes, it sucks that season three got cut short, and we'll have even less time with Luz and Amity, but knowing how many kids have felt seen today almost makes it worth it in the end.

And if I see one mother f**ker saying this was poorly paced, I might just hunt them down for SPORT...Sorry if that was an overreaction. I'M JUST SO HAPPY! Because they're happy! Look at them. Listen to them! It's so...GAH-HAHAHA!

“They’re adorable! And deserve all the happiness!”: You're darn right, Hooty! You're darn right.

King’s Father(?) Shows Up: What the--WHAT?! They're doing this now?! Here?! After everything else?

Oh, man. What could this mean? What dynamic changes will this cause in the main cast? How could the writers fit this in during the next two episodes? And what--

Hooty Eats the Letter: ...Pfffft--HAHAHAHA!

Oh, man...I should be mad, and I wouldn't blame others if they are...but that is too much of a brilliant f**k you that I can't help but appreciate it. Bravo writers. Bravo.

WHAT I DISLIKED

...Dislikes? Dislikes? You would honestly believe that after everything I witnessed in this episode, that I would have the gull to list anything wrong with it?!

HOW DARE YOU ASSUME THAT I WOULD BE SO CALLUS TO--Actually, I do kind of have an issue with the episode's title. It's just too much of an awkward mouthful for me to get behind. I understand that the writers wanted to sneak the K into the secret message, but were there really no other titles starting with K that they couldn't come up with?

But that's just a personal issue, and in no way do I think anybody else would feel the same way. Especially with how well-written everything else is anyway.

IN CONCLUSION

"Knock Knock Knockin' on Hooty's Door" (title aside) is another A+ episode. It was hilarious, heart-wrenching, and downright adorable while keeping me entertained with every minute. I'm sure there are some issues I was willing to ignore due to how expertly written everything else was, but why bother looking for the chinks in the armor when I could just enjoy a perfect episode for being so...perfect! Some of you might be willing to disagree with me, but to that, I say: Don't knock it till you've tried it.

(Now, if you don't excuse me, I'm going to go lie down. It's...It's been a day.)