Rare occurrence of me hi hello :-) I am rusty at writing sobs
Anywho VERY OOC POSSIBLY DO NOT KILL ME
Valko x M!Reader / Masc aligned. (He/Him used!) No use of Y/N, opted for [M/N] instead.
DL;DR simple as that.
Crack/fluff scenario shouldn't be taken seriously and can be used by anyone obviously!
Add onto this in reblogs if you'd like! It's nice seeing everyone's ideas! :-D
Valko x [M/N], who's his executive assistant and has to chase Valko down constantly to get him to do his work, but Valko takes it as them playing around, so he picks up the pace even more, leaving [M/N] straggling behind. With [M/N] just giving up at some point, panting with his hands on his knees, loosening his tie before turning to walk back to the office building until he hears fast ass footsteps approaching. Looking over his shoulder to see Valko's big self bolting straight towards him, who was happy as a clam.
His face immediately drops as he pivots and starts running away from some six-foot-something beast that is his boss. Unfortunately for him though, [M/N] would be tackled to the ground, groaning and wheezing, feeling as if some freight train slammed into him. Said "Train," looming over him with a goofy smile. Poor [M/N], wasn't even able to gather his bearings before being picked up by the scruff of his sleek suit that was now covered in grass stains.
Rip [M/N] who just wanted to work his hours and head home. Prayge 🙏
Readers:Ravka is on the brink of collapse. There is a systemic issue with the monarchy. The Grisha are experiencing fast extinction. The jurda parem is killing them all and Makhi is not going to stop because her Grandma told her no. What about the indentured Grisha in Kerch? Who will release them? What about the bigotry within Ravka itself? What about the prejudice everywhere against Grisha? With the manadatory training removed, who will teach the Grisha children? What happens when Nikolai dies? What-
LB: Shh. Zoya will become this big, bad dragon and every problem will vanish.
Readers: What do you mean vanish?
LB: Exactly what I meant. It will all vanish.
Readers: These are all systemic things. They don't vanish. And how is this any different from what the Darkling tried?
LB: They'll vanish because I said so. If you question me then you're a anti.
thinking about how the "song of ice and fire" prophecy makes no sense.
no really, think about it. supposedly the monarch only reveals the prophecy to their heir right?
aegon I has the prophecy, so he tells it to Aenys, Aenys tells it to aegon the uncrowned... who's killed by his uncle maegor. his daughters were like 1-2 at the time so there's no way he told them about the prophecy.
so how would jaehaerys know? according to show lore the "prophecy" is only revealed to the heir and other targs like rhaenys and daemon don't know about it. but how would jaehaerys know if he was never meant to be king???
Tower 2 x Plane 2 9/11 enemies to lovers fanfiction under the cut
ao3 link
Tower 2 hated Plane 2 with all her might. Her family was still grieving from when Tower 1 was killed by Plane 1, Plane 2’s fuck buddy, which Plane 2 insists isnt a gay thing.
One day, an unknown number texted her. ‘I heard the news, you okay? -P’ it read. It was the pentagon, her ex.
They had broken it off on okay terms but he was always a bit controlling. ‘I'm fine, thanks :)’ she sent back.
He responded lighting quick like usual. ‘Want to meet up sometime? You shouldnt be alone at a time like this’ he offered.
She thought for a moment, was he trying to take advantage of my grieving to get back with me? She thought worriedly.
Fuck it. ‘I'd love to :) Does the usual cafe at 9 work?’ Before they had broken up they used to visit a cafe not far from her house, she ended up breaking up with him there.
wanting to have one last memory in that cafe before the thought of going there alone made her feel sick. ‘I'll see you then’ came the reply.
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She expected him not to show but there he was, right on time like usual. She waved him over to the booth she was sitting in and he smiled, making his way over. “It's been a while, have you ordered yet?” he asked. She nodded “I ordered for you too, assuming your order didn't change” she smiled.
The waiter that took her order came over with 2 cups, one in each hand and set them on the table. “Enjoy!” she chirped, walking back to the kitchen. They each pick up their respective drink, clinking the cups together in a silly toast.
They each took a long sip, too scared to start the conversation. “So, hows the family holding up?” The Pentagon asked softly. Tower 2’s smile faltered “not so great… everyones been a bit tense and i'm really glad to be out of the house” she told him truthfully.
Her parents had been grieving for a while, neglecting her and the household duties. She had been the only one cooking and cleaning while her parents cried and slept.
She felt bad for them of course but her brother would have wanted them to stay strong and take care of themselves. “Well, you could always come stay at my place” The Pentagon offered.
Tower 2 almost dropped her drink at the suggestion. “Thats very kind of you but i need to take care of my parents. She looked uncomfortably at the door which had just closed.
The sound of the bell rang out, signaling someone had walked in. “Oh cmon, their grown adults they can take care of themselves” he pressed, reaching out and resting his hand over hers.
She knew she shouldn't have trusted him, he was trying to get them back together and she wasn't having it. She yanked her hand back “i think i need to leave” she replied curtly, taking one last sip from her mug. “Oh cmon, you said yourself that you needed to be out the house” he urged, shifting closer to her.
She stood up, slamming her cup onto the table. “Thanks for nothing, jerk, my brother died and you're trying to get in my pants” she hissed. Shuffling out the booth to leave.
The Pentagon was faster, he shot up and grabbed her arm “cmon baby you don't mean that, i just want you to feel okay” he pleaded, tightening his grip.
She struggled against him, he was stronger than she remembered “let me go. Now.” she commanded, pulling her arm harder.
The person in the booth behind them stood up and grabbed The Pentagons arm. “Hey, she said to let her go” the man said angrily. It was Plane 2. “Stay out of this” The pentagon shot back.
Plane 2 decided he had enough and punched The pentagon, which sent him stumbling back into his seat. His grip on Tower 2 loosened and she pulled away. “Don't tell me what to do, asshole” Plane 2 seethed, kicking him farther into the booth.
Tower 2 watched them, slightly stunned. Plane 2 turned to her “are you okay? Did he hurt you?” he asked softly. She shook her head, staring dumbly at him. “I.. I need to go” she mumbled. Without waiting for a response she sprinted out of the shop.
Plane 2 had followed her out “wait!! Tower 2 wait!!” he called after her. She slowed her pace to a speedwalk. She didn't want to talk to him but he had just defended her, and it made her stomach flutter a little.
He caught up to her, walking in tempo with her fast pace “Hey, i just wanted to say i'm sorry” he started. He really didn't think that Plane 1 would have done anything to Tower 1.
The 3 of them and Plane 3 were best friends, practically inseparable. But when Tower 1 found out about the friends with benefits situation between the 3 Planes he had yelled at them in disgust.
Plane 1 had tried to de-escalate the situation and even offered Tower 1 to join which only made him more mad. Plane 1 had killed Tower 1 out of fear he would tell everyone.
Tower 2 stopped “sorry for what exactly?” she turned to him “Sorry for stalking me in the cafe? Sorry for beating up my shitty ex? Sorry for your boy toy killing my brother” she spat.
Plane 2 flinched at her harsh words. But she was right. “Yes, I am, I really truly am sorry for everything.” He confessed.
Tower 2 stared at him, she didn't think he would agree with her. “Let me make it up to you” Plane 2 murmured, fidgeting with his fingers. She raised an eyebrow at him “and how are you gonna do that?” she asked intrigued.
Plane 2 looked at her sincerely “let me take you on a date” he asked hopefully. “A date???” she sputtered, face flushing. Plane 2 nodded, fidgeting with his sleeve cuffs. “Just one, i'll pay for everything just let me make this right” he pleaded.
She sighed, two dates in one day? And with the people she despised. “Fine, but don't get any ideas,” she agreed. Plane 2 smiled widely “perfect!! I'll pick you up, does seven work?” he asked cheerfully.
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It was almost seven. Tower 2 wore a light pink dress that cut off at her knees. She had long white socks and pink mary janes to match.
As promised, Plane 2 had arrived at exactly seven pm. He wore a pair of black slacks and a white dress shirt complete with a black tie. Tower 2 couldn't lie, he looked very nice. “Ready to go?” He smiled at her. She melted a little at his soft expression.
‘No! Hes the bad guy, no feelings’ she scolded herself. “Ready as ill ever be” she responded, letting him link thier arms and walk out to his car.
He drove them to a very nice looking restaurant. She was shocked when they pulled up to the building. A valet took his car and they walked inside.
The ceiling was tall with large chandeliers illuminating the place in a soft glow. Plane 2 checked them in and a waiter showed them to their table. “This place is so nice” she murmured. Plane 2 smiled. “Only the best for you” he shot back playfully.
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Tower 2 and her date now sat on a park bench, each holding an icecream cone. Their dinner date was lighthearted and romantic. They chatted over their food and overall had a good time.
The busy setting of the restaurant had worn them both down so they went for ice cream. “I never thought you’d be the type to like mint ice cream” Tower 2 teased. She had picked rocky road on a waffle cone. “And i never thought you’d be the type to date a McDonalds worker” he shot back playfully.
Tower 2 giggled. The evening had been lovely and she had the best time she's had in months. Plane 2 had been staring at her all evening but she pretended not to notice.
She felt brave this time though. “You’ve been staring at me all night? Is there something on my face?” She asked teasingly, her face growing a little more red.
He stared at her for a moment longer before responding “You just look so stunning tonight” he sighed lovingly. His face flushed slightly at the confession.
She turned away “you don’t look bad yourself” she mumbled into her ice cream. Plane 2 reached out, taking her chin gently in his hands and turning her face towards him. “Can i…?” he asked softly.
Tower 2 nodded. She grabbed his shirt and smashed their lips together. It was sweet and intimate. They kissed passionately, doing their best not to spill their ice cream. Plane 2 broke the kiss, panting for air. “My place?” he asked suggestively. Tower 2 nodded, pulling him in for another, more filthy kiss.
Playing Spider-Man Miles Morales and have no idea why he's fighting the Underground. When they're not fighting him they aren't much more than hacktivists, and even then they specifically target one single corporation. Unless Miles is a friendly Roxxon Spiderman, why is he fighting the Underground?
