#perhaps even do a little multitasking.

[lunapwrites]

tfw i had to go into full hibernation mode in my brain to recover from my week and when i finally got the energy to write, it was suddenly midnight fucking thirty on technically-still-saturday-i-haven't-slept-yet-bitch.

the spirit is willing, the mind is ready, the body just flat out cannot keep up.

#i also drank my tea stupid late today #there is no excuse for this #NONE. #except for the frailty of human flesh. #which like. sure. i guess #but maybe i am not mentally or emotionally prepared to have the bulk of my sunday taken up by d&d this week. #and i just wanna write a bit. #sigh. #made some cool meatballs at least. #lp bitches #yet again lol #wanna cry wanna write #wanna cry and then write #perhaps even do a little multitasking. #bah.

[vanessagillings]

I’m posting the ever-so-rare photo of myself alongside one of my characters based on my childhood because today is World Autism Acceptance Day, and I wanted to show my little corner of the internet who this particular autistic person is:  

I was officially diagnosed in February, at age 38 (I’m now 39). A lot of people thought I couldn’t be autistic.  Some people who know me in real life still don’t.  And until around 10 years ago, I didn’t think I could be either, because I was nothing like the stereotype media portrays. I was told that autistics lacked empathy (untrue), and never played make-believe (also often untrue) and only enjoyed STEM.  I was — and am — an empathetic artist -- and make believe?  I can spend days sketching finely bedecked bears brewing tea or carefully choosing the right words to weave tapestries of fiction — though perhaps my hyper focus was a bit of a red flag.  Even so, how could autism describe me?  I was a good student.  I got straight A's. I didn’t act out in class.  I can make eye contact…if I must.  And lots of girls hate having their hair brushed with an unholy passion, right?  Clearly I swim in sarcasm like a fish, so autism couldn't be why I was so anxious all the time, could it?

If someone had told me when I was younger what autism ACTUALLY is — instead of the nonsense I’d seen on screens — I would have seen myself in it.  I didn’t hear that autistics have sensory issues until I was in my mid-twenties, which is when I first began to really research autism symptoms, and I had almost all of them:  sensitivity to light, smells, fabrics, temperatures, textures, and certain touches, all of which make me feel anxious, I fidget (stim), I never know what the hell to do with my hands or where to look, I talk too little or too much, I have special interests, I have entire animated movies memorized shot-by-shot and can remember the first time and place I saw every movie I've ever seen but I often forget what I'm trying to say mid-sentence, I echo movies and tv shows (my husband and I have a whole repertoire of shared echolalias, making up about 20% of our conversations), I was in speech therapy as a kid, I have issues with dysnomia and verbal fluency, I toe-walk, I can't multitask to save my life, I like things just-so, I’m deeply introverted but not shy, I need to recover from all social interaction — even social interaction I enjoy — and I find stupid, every day things like grocery shopping, driving and making appointments overwhelming and intensely stressful, sometimes to the point where I struggle to speak.  It turns out, I am definitely autistic. My results weren't borderline. Not even close. And while these aren’t all of my challenges, and not everyone with these symptoms is autistic, it’s definitely something to look into if you present with all of these things at once. 

So why did it take me so long to get diagnosed? The same bias that exists in media threads through the medical community as well, and because I'm a woman who can discuss the weather while smiling on cue, few people thought I was worth looking into. Even after I was fairly certain I was autistic, receiving an official diagnosis in the US is unnecessarily difficult and expensive, and in my case, completely uncovered by my insurance.  It cost me over $4000, and I could only afford it because my husband makes more money than I do as a freelance illustrator — a job I fell into largely because it didn’t require in-person work; like many autists, I have been chronically underemployed and underpaid, in part due to physical illness in my twenties, which is a topic for another day.  But it shouldn’t be like this.  It shouldn’t be so hard for adults to receive diagnoses and it shouldn’t be so hard for people to see themselves in this condition to begin with due to misinformation and stereotypes. Like many issues in America, these barriers are even higher for marginalized groups with multiple intersectionalities. 

It’s commonly said that if you’ve met one autistic person, you’ve met one autistic person.  This is why it’s called a spectrum, not because there’s a linear progression of severity (someone who appears to have low support needs like myself might need more than it seems, and vice versa), but because every autistic person has their own strengths and weaknesses, challenges and experiences, opinions and needs.  No two people on the spectrum present in the same way.  And that’s a good thing!  No way of being autistic is inherently any better than any other, and even if someone on the spectrum struggles with things I don’t — or can do things I can’t — doesn’t make them more or less deserving of respect and human dignity.

But speaking solely for myself, the more I learn about autism, the happier I am to be autistic.  I struggle to find words and exert fine motor control, but my deep passion and fixation has made me good at art and storytelling anyway.  I find more joy watching dogs and studying leaf shapes on my walks than most people do in an entire day.  More often than not, the barriers I’ve faced weren’t due to my autism directly, but due to society being overly rigid about what it considers a valid way of existing.  My hope in writing this today is that maybe one person will realize that autism isn’t what they thought — and that being different is not the same as being less than. My hope with my fiction is to give autistic children mirrors with which to see themselves, and everyone else windows through which to see us as we actually are.

If you’re interested in learning more about autism or think you might be autistic, too, I recommend the Autism Self Advocacy Network  autisticadvocacy.org and the following books:

What I Mean When I Say I’m Autistic by Annie Kotowicz

We're Not Broken by Eric Garcia

Knowing Why edited by Elizabeth Bartmess

Unmasking Autism by Devon Price, PhD

Loud Hands edited by Julia Bascom

Neurotribes by Steve Silberman

(trigger warning: the last two contain quite a lot of upsetting material involving institutionalized child abuse, but I think it’s important for people to know how often autistic children were — and are — abused simply for being neurodivergent).

Thanks for reading 💛

#autism acceptance day #actually autistic

[morganbritton132]

I absolutely love every time other people find something out about Steve and are just like ???

I wonder if any of his student’s parents are fans of Eddie’s but have no idea their kid’s teacher is married to him (perhaps finding out at career day 👀)

I love the thought of some rock n roll dad (aka: the guy in the minivan blaring Rage Against the Machine during morning drop off (aka: aka: my dad)) meeting his kid’s teacher during open house and seeing a picture on his desk of him and guitar legend, Eddie Munson.

Steve’s in the middle of explaining the curriculum for the year when Rock N Roll Dad points to a picture of him and Eddie backstage at the Rock N Roll Hall of Fame last year when Eddie presented like, “You like that guy?”

Steve looks from Rock N Roll Dad to the picture and then back, “Yeah, you could say that.”

Then he goes back to talking about what they should expect in terms of homework and that was that until parent/teacher conferences.

The first thing Rock N Roll Dad clocks in the new picture on Steve’s desk. It replaced the Eddie Munson one with a new one of the two of them in the parking lot after a local show. Steve’s got his arm thrown around Eddie’s neck, both of them smiling wide, and Gareth is in the background giving them bunny ears.

Rock N Roll Dad points to the framed picture like, “Pretty cool to have met ‘em.”  

“Yeah,” Steve nods. “It’s one of the best things that’s ever happened to me.”

Rock N Roll Dad is not gay himself but he is not one of those ultra straight Corroded Coffin fans that liked to pretend that half the band isn’t queer. He was actually watching the MTV Music Awards show that Eddie publicly came out at by declaring his love for some guy named Steve, and actually.

Rock N Roll Dad thought it made a lot of sense that Eddie Munson was gay because well. A lot of his songs were… phallic.

So, he knows.

He knows that Eddie Munson is gay and that he’s married to some guy whose name isn’t even listed on his Wikipedia page, and he knows that he lives in Chicago, but what he doesn’t know is why he never put two and two together and got Steve Harrington.

There’s a different picture of Eddie Munson on Mr. Harrington’s desk when Rock N Roll Dad goes to talk to him after his kid gets detention for being a little shithead. There is framed original concept art for CC’s first album on the wall behind Steve when Rock N Roll Dad checks in on his kid during a zoom study session.

Hell, Rock N Roll Dad follows Eddie on Tiktok.

He has seen the ass shots that Eddie has posted of his husband in his running shorts, and he did think, yeah, that’s a great ass. He didn’t know he was thinking that about his kid’s math teacher!!

It’s not even Career Day when he discovers it. It’s the day before when they can set up their booths in the gym because Rock N Roll Dad may be a heavy metal fan always, but he’s also an accountant from 8:30 to 4:30 Monday thru Friday.

 He’s struggling to keep his poster board up when in walks guitar legend, Eddie Munson. He’s carrying a box, following behind a guy carrying an iguana.

Rock N Roll Dad abandons everything and walks over to the booth across the way. He can hear the two bickering with each other but before he can say anything, Steve Harrington is there and he is distressed, “Why do you have that?!”

“Her name is Leia, Steve,” Dustin says, “and she has separation anxiety.”

Steve opens his mouth like he wants to complain but doesn’t even know where to begin so he just accepts it, “Is she going to eat somebody?”

“That happened one time!”

Eddie Munson, infamous guitarist that lived on Rock N Roll Dad’s walls as a teenager, uses the opportunity to slide up next to Mr. Harrington and wrap an arm around him. He kisses his cheek, “Baby, we’re here to help.”

“You’re here to guilt me into letting you be a part of Career Day.”

“I can multitask, babe,” Eddie grinned, still so close to Steve that his smile touches his cheek. Steve just sags against him and Rock N Roll Dad thinks, oh. He thinks, oh, shit.

“You have a fan,” Steve mumbles, pulling away a little. It takes Rock N Roll Dad a second to realize that they’re talking about him and then he thinks, fuck.

“Hey – Hi. Uh.” He stops, thinks about lying and saying he needs tape or something, but settles on, “I didn’t know my kid’s teacher married you.”

“Technically, I married him.”

“Technically, I married both of you,” Dustin pointed out. “I officiated the wedding.”

“Ah,” Rock N Roll Dad says because what else is there to say. “Big fan.”

“Yeah, I can tell.”

#at this point in the timeline Steve has only been shot from waist down in Eddie’s Tiktok account #you may be thinking ‘is rock n roll dad Jeremy’s dad’ and he’s not #he’s the father of a kid that doesn’t give a shit about how their teacher is married to so when he goes home and says your math teacher is #married to a celebrity they’re like ‘I don’t know who that is so no he’s not’ #so Steve’s students don’t find out until Eddie’s infamous ‘why is your math teacher my husband’ Tiktok #eddie munson tiktok saga #steve harrington #eddie munson

[drabblesandimagines]

Pinned

Leon Kennedy x reader, established relationship, fluffy

“Leon,” you huff. It feels all the air had been knocked out of you from when he tackled you down to the mat for the umpteenth time. He has your hips trapped flush to the ground with his thighs, your arms spread out above your head as he pins each wrist in place.

“What?” He grins, not having the good grace to even pretend to be out of breath.

“You’re meant to be teaching me how to get out of this.” You try and buck your hips to get some sort of leverage, but he squeezes his thighs together to stop you – the man never misses leg day.

“Yes, but to teach you how to get out, you need to know how it feels to be trapped first, right?”

He’s inches away from your face and all he can think about is how easy it would be to kiss you right now. Your face is flushed, chest heaving up and down as you try and catch your breath. He’d be a liar if he didn’t admit to enjoying having you in this position. Something about you squirming under him – his poor, helpless sweetheart.

“I think you’ve demonstrated the pinning part of the exercise well enough.” None of the self-defense tricks you’d learnt years ago seem to be dislodging him – your opponent far stronger than the average attacker, perhaps.

“Edwards wouldn’t have given you the full experience.”

You stop trying to push him off and look up at him, a knowing smile on your lips. You’d mentioned over dinner the night before you were going to be late home this evening - that Edwards, the man who sits opposite your desk in the office, had offered to go over some techniques with you after you admitted you were feeling a little rusty. Leon had looked offended at the idea, insisting the two of you would hit the gym instead after the day was done. “You’re jealous.”

“And whatever would I be jealous of, sweetpea?” He looks annoyingly smug.

“I don’t know – possibly the idea of another man straddling me.”

“Nah, I know it’s only me that could get you this flustered.”

“Frustrated, you mean.” You renew your efforts of escaping his grasp, trying to buck your hips again to get to throw him off balance but he proves once again unmovable. “Ugh!”

“Oh, you’re not flustered. Hm.” Leon replies in a teasing tone. “Well, let’s see how I can remedy that…”

You’re about to ask what he means when he starts his assault of pressing his lips along your jaw line in quick succession, once again stealing your breath. You swear you can feel the arrogance in his kisses, but that self-confidence had been part of what had attracted to you to him all those months ago, before he revealed a sweeter, softer side behind closed doors – something he claimed that you brought out in him, reminding him of a time when he wasn’t a government weapon.

You catch your breath, flexing your fingers in a test to see if his iron grip had loosened any, though the tense muscle of his bicep suggests otherwise. He stops, chuckling into your cheek. “Baby, you know I’m good at multitasking.”  

And then he moves down to your neck, nipping and sucking at your skin in alternate kisses, apparently on a mission to cover every single inch.

“Though enjoyable,” your voice is tight as his lips find your throat, “I don’t understand how this is helping me learn.”

“Oh, no, this isn’t part of the lesson." He mumbles. "I was just getting bored.”

You bristle, you want to let out of a grunt of annoyance, but all that comes out of your mouth is more of a whimper and that won’t do at all. Leon S Kennedy is not going to win this, you’ll never live it down otherwise. With renewed vigor, you jerk down your elbows towards your shoulders and follow the momentum to try and buck your hips once more, forcing him to break his grip on your wrists. You enter into a roll then, raising up your knee, pressing it into his chest to keep him at a distance and then yanking his arm forward with enough pull to bring him along with you, your other hand pressing into his shoulder until he is now straddled between your legs. You grab his other wrist and smile in triumph.

“You were getting bored?”

“Knew you just needed a bit of motivation.” He grins up at you, not even fighting the grip you have him in. You knew that he could easily break free if he so desired – there’s only ever going to be one of you who will win in an arm wrestle, after all – but he’s gracious in letting you have your moment. “I’m an excellent teacher, sweetheart.”

“An excellent tease.” You correct, keeping your gaze focused on his face. It would be far too easy for your eyes to drift down to the compression shirt he was wearing to train in.

“Sure you’re not getting bored now?” He lifts up his neck in an invitation, biting his lip as he looks at you.

You sigh, catching sight of the clock on the gym wall. “Nice try, Kennedy. Come on,” you let go of his wrists and climb off of him. “But there’s a class starting in under ten minutes and I don’t really fancy sharing your moans with them.”

He jumps up to his feet – unnecessarily so – before he presses a kiss to your temple, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you close as he does so.

“Now who’s jealous?”

-- Self-indulgent nonsense cos I'm feeling poorly - bleh. Comments, likes and reblogs make my whole day x

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#ghostdogwrites #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x reader

[exceedboundaries]

Been thinking about the little post I made the other night and the lovely little responses to it, especially for Gourmand and Hunter...oh to be a big slugcat and your little partner who you try to help...

Just because I'm a sucker, they're both alive in Apricity, but they don't hang around the iterators as much as some of the other slugcats do. I think they come by regularly to make sure Hunter's condition is maintained and possibly even pushed back further, but I think it'd be really cute for them to be on a little food quest of their own to show Hunter all of the different kinds of food out in the world--and perhaps discover more! Gourmand gets severely disappointed by the fact that the iterator puppets can't eat when trying to offer NSH some food.

I think I'll be working on some full designs for these two later, but enjoy my tired doodles! I like to imagine that Gourmand is also just large in general, not just Big.

Lilypad, I think, is a good pair, although I'm not sure how romantically I see into it. Might just be my odd relationship with romance, but a queerplatonic relationship re: Lilypad seems a good descriptor for the way I'd imagine it.

NSH definitely hangs around Moon a little too much when she arrives at UI's can and ends up being too overbearing for her, too overwhelming. I think they settle into a nicer status quo--they like multitasking and working near each other in a good, comfortable quiet.

(+Bonus Moon doodle because I love her <3)

#rain world #rain world au #apricity #looks to the moon #rw lttm #no significant harassment #rw nsh #gourmand #rw gourmand #hunter #rw hunter #cherrypie #rw cherrypie #lilypad #rw lilypad #qpp more than romantic but there u go besties #exceedart

[gamerwoman3d]

◜I Need Attention◞

▸ includes: sub-zero [mk1 versions] ◂

Reminder: You CAN use my Mortal Kombat 1 footage for your fanworks! [Icons, fanart, whatever is legal.]

SUB-ZERO

I don't imagine him watching TV often, but when he does it's probably work related. I imagine him watching MMA tournaments and studying other martial arts matches/competitions that happen in parts of the world he can't get to. And I imagine when he's watching a live match, nothing can tear his focus off the combatants. But for a ready lady lover who needs attention, I imagine he would multitask like this -

[Spicy/Explicit after the cut 🔞]

Maybe it's late and you're already in bed together. You can't dictate the schedules of tournaments on the other side of the planet so who knows what time he wakes himself to turn on the TV. Maybe the groans and shouts of the competitors plays softly from the speakers, invading your subconscious before waking you. Or perhaps he has headphones, but reflexively hisses and groans out an "ooh" or "ouch" in sympathy for a wounded contestant. Maybe the audio that awakens you is a mixture of fighter groans and Bi-han's muttering, "should guard your left... your other left, idiot. Mmmm you got lucky."

Either way, imagine waking naked beneath a blanket to the vision of him sitting up in bed, the light of the TV casting a glow over his naked torso. Imagine you get to purr and touch him. Maybe you plant little kisses on his side and tell him you were dreaming about him. Maybe he glances at you and murmurs an apology for waking you from your dream as he pets your hair and draws you against him before he returns his focus to the match.

His hand probably feels good in your hair. He probably smells good and sounds good when he asks about your dream. You see him still focused on the match. You tell him he was licking you in your dream. He grunts absently. You nip him and he doesn't break his gaze from the TV.

But you need attention.

You're horny, you tell him. He tells you there are only a few fights left. Whatever, you're horny and you're horny right now. You tell him you want to masturbate if he's not going to play. You ask if that's okay. He thinks about it a second and says it's fine. Turn up the volume, you tell him.

You play with yourself. Tickling your clit feels better when he's next to you, even if he's not paying attention. He hears you whimper. He turns his head an inch towards you with his eyes locked on the screen. As soon as he can safely spare a glance your way, he looks down at your hand on your pussy for a fraction of a second. His own hand darts down, covers yours. He feels how you play with yourself, then pushes your hand out of the way and takes over. You hold his arm with your wet hand and bury your face in his side, panting. You work your hips and press your clit into his fingertips.

His little strokes are steady, and on the mark. It feels good. Over time it feels better and there can be sudden washes of sensitivity and pleasure in which you find yourself, not cumming, but worked up enough that you're shuddering and whimpering louder - but the second your voice breaks into anything louder than a whisper, the second you sob, his fingers hesitate on you and he peeks at your face. He slows down, goes lighter, selfishly saving you for himself for the end of the match.

The edging can blind you and you can beg him to do it harder or wait patiently for someone to win the fight, content in his arms, content with his steady strokes on your wet, swollen clit. You're too blissed out to know what's happening in the fight or how long you have to wait. You assume you have to wait longer and are surprised by the intensity of the sudden unexpected kiss.

He practically dives on top of you and starts to curl your legs up around him. Did the fights end, you wonder aloud. He tells you it was a quick KO and not to worry about the fight, he knows its over.

All of his attention is on you, as if all of his attention was on your soaking wet, slick pussy the entire time. As if he couldn't wait to cum inside. As if he couldn't wait to make you tell him all about your little wet dream of him while he slides his slick cock back and forth over your swollen clit to lubricate himself in your juices. As if he didn't just edge you so much that you can no longer respond to him in complete sentences without moaning incoherent pleas for him to rail you. You lift your pussy, press the lips against his balls, and let the pink winking folds speak on your behalf, begging him for a mercy that he cannot resist granting you.

[Need more MK1 smut? Check the pin 📌]

#mortal kombat #mk1 #mortal kombat 1 #sub zero #bi han #mk sub zero #subzero #Bi-han #sub zero imagine #mortal kombat imagine #mk1 imagine #subzero imagine #bi han imagine #Bi-han imagine #sub-zero #mortal kombat sub zero #sub-zero imagine #sub zero mortal kombat #no proofread we die like outworld empresses #no beta we die like outworld empresses

[maple-the-awesome]

A Boy? ||

Pairing: Platonic! Matt Murdock x Reader x MCU! Peter Parker

Words: 3,416

Overview: Matt isn't sure what to think when you ask him to be your friend's lawyer; surprised someone's actually wormed their way into your heart or protective because it's a boy. This is honestly one of my favorite fics I've written in a while. Matt would definitely be able to multitask between being a really good lawyer and a protective dad 😍

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"I...need your help."

It's not unheard of for you to visit Matt at the firm every now and again, especially in recent months where you've almost become comfortable with the idea, so when he first recognized the pattern of your footsteps approaching the door, he thought nothing of it and instead prepared himself for one of your typical yet playful insults; the closest form of affection you've ever been know to show.

Even if taking a moment to consider the chance that you might be here to ask for something, he would've figured it to be something simple that comes with a stubborn bite to your words. Perhaps you lost your key to the apartment and have come to him for a spare or maybe you just need a few dollars to buy lunch. Aloud both outcomes do sound unlikely since Matt knows you're rather organized and calculated with your money after having a childhood of nothing, but he can't imagine any other reason you'd be requesting his help right now.

To his surprise, there's a noticeably quickened pace to your heartbeat and a quiet hesitation with your movements as you shut the office door behind yourself. You're afraid not embarrassed which isn't an emotion you don't often allow yourself to show and it's this awareness that raises concern in Matt.

Matt has known you for about two years now- seven years if you count the time passed during the Blip not that you were around for it-, but he'd be reluctant to say you're close, at least in a mutual sense.

You're dangerously headstrong, as he's learned, especially when it comes to your goal of being entirely self sufficient. You hate to admit weakness in any form, both physically and emotionally, thus you've developed the terrible habit of distancing yourself from others even if they have nothing except good intentions. While Matt can't justly critique you on a practice he himself is guilty of, he has tried his best throughout the years to earn your trust while reminding himself never to take your pushback personally.

You're rather young, only just hitting eighteen yet you've arguably been through more heartache than even he has which is certainly saying something. Orphaned then trained to basically act as a child soldier, it's safe to say you never had a normal childhood which ultimately influenced your personality and difficulty relating to others. When Matt- or better put Daredevil- first met you, you were barely more than a feisty teenager accustomed to only relying on yourself and living life at the mercy of none other than Wilson Fisk. You were cold just as those around you, but at the end of day, you were also just a shattered kid trying to survive; a little example of what's wrong with this cruel world.

You understandably hated Daredevil in the beginning, seeing him as the enemy you've been conditioned to destroy. You both had a few small run-ins with each other before one particular fight that ended with the building exploding. All you can really remember of that night was being alone and heavily injured within the flames, your 'friends' having long saved their own asses by willingly leaving you behind to choke on hazardous smoke. Next thing you knew, you awoke in Daredevil's dark apartment, the man in question explaining the situation after calmly stopping you from attempting to stab him with the pair of scissors left on the table.

Even though you had run right back to Fisk by sunrise, Matt knew there must be promise in you since you never sold out his location and his faith would prove true when he slowly yet surely managed to gain enough of your trust to help you believe in his word that he'd take down Fisk in turn for your cooperation. He kept that word, too, freeing you from the chains that held you down to a life of crime, however the scars that remained took far longer to even begin the process of healing.

Matt generously took you in, although you still struggled with plenty of old habits, the worst being stealing and getting into fights on the street. Whenever he'd confront you on it, a heated argument would ensue until you'd eventually run off, forcing Matt to go out looking for you upon your refusal to return home on your own. There were also the nightmares that plagued your sleep each night, often frightening Matt when he'd be out as Daredevil only to hear your blood curdling screams from back at the apartment, but you've always refused to share those inner demons even now.

Matt must admit that those early days truly tested him. He hated himself for thinking it, but at times he'd wonder if you both wouldn't have been better off if he hadn't nudged his way into your life to begin with. Before you, he was a single man who couldn't even keep a girlfriend and had not an ounce of experience being any sort of role model or father figure. Maybe the words you tended to scream at him were right. You don't need him, after all, he's just as broken as you; two brokens can't possibly make a right, can they?

Fortunately despite his insecurities and worries, it got easier. He had the constant support of Foggy and Karen while Father Lantom provided religious reminders as guidance. Overtime, your behavior shifted even if slowly. You learned that the apartment is a safe place and that there's always food in the fridge, so no need to steal. As you bonded more, Matt taught you to meditate to better control your emotions which also seemed to help smooth your nightmares. You even began feeling comfortable while in the presence of his friends which was a huge step forward.

Ultimately, Matt's proud of you and everything you've managed to overcome. Of course, it's not to say rough spots don't still present themselves, in fact the Blip itself has backtracked your progress slightly, although no one can blame you for that. You were terrified to learn you had disappeared for five years, the only good coming out of that entire situation being the realization that your dusting had destroyed Matt. Foggy explained that to you one day when Matt wasn't at the firm during your visit. According to him, his friend barely ate or slept, blaming himself for not somehow protecting you as he promised even if it really was out of his hands. It was this knowledge that made you feel loved for the first time in your life and you've since allowed yourself to finally trust Matt's care towards you (not that you've ever found a way to tell him that yet).

While you can't seem to find the words to express your affection towards the only parent figure you've ever known, you've decided to go to him for help towards your current dilemma which is the reason for your visit today, but irritatingly despite your trust, you find yourself nervous, your past habits betraying you with the fear that perhaps there's a ever so small possibly Matt will turn you away.

"What's up?" He raises an eyebrow, sensing your nerves which confuse him. He's certain he would've heard by now if Fisk is out of jail and there's no way you'd let anyone else on the street push you around. Maybe it's school? You don't tell him anything about school other than confirming your grades are good, so he'd be a little surprised if you ask for help studying, but he would hope you know he'll be happy to help if it's that.

You're chewing on your lip, debating if you should continue with your request. You truly thought you'd have no problem coming to him anymore and you know he's a good guy who can help, after all he's already done so much for you by taking you under his wing. Still, what if he gets mad because he has done enough for you and you have no right asking for more?

"What's wrong?" Matt changes his question, his voice softer now as he finally sets down his papers. He's growing more concerned, although he fights not to show it in case the emotion might scare you away.

"Okay, so um...There's...This boy..."

His face scrunches, but he's not sure why. One side of him wants to immediately direct you towards Karen, insisting she'd be a much better option for that type of advice than himself, however the other louder side feels a curd of anger inside his stomach, wanting to press on about why you're mentioning 'a boy'. 

What boy? Do you have a boyfriend? When did that happen? Yes, you're eighteen which many would argue is old enough to date, but it doesn't feel like it. You should at least be thirty before you date, right?

"A boy...?"

"Yeah- from school," that was a lie; a blatant one at that. You must've met him somewhere. Where? You refuse to say," he's not actually just any boy. He's...Well, he's my friend-"

Matt blinks, certain this is the first time he's ever heard you use the word 'friend' before. This 'boy' must really be something special to have you use such an intimate term towards him.

"-And he's run into some legal trouble recently."

Now Matt's lips are curled into a scowl he can't hide as he leans back in his chair with crossed arms. Oh no. A boy involved in legal trouble is not the type to be involved with you. Sure, you've had a lengthy criminal record yourself, but you weren't ever charged and are, what Matt would call, a victim. You're a good kid now even if you could still kick someone's teeth in if desired. No law breaking boy needs to be getting mixed up with you!

"What kind of 'legal trouble'?" His question is a little too stern not that he notices much, instead keeping his covered eyes directed to where he hears you standing. If he had a clear mind, he might've regretted that forceful tone once you begin fidgeting with your hands.

"He...Have you heard the news lately?"

So, this guy has gotten himself in enough trouble to be on the news? This conversation isn't going in a direction Matt likes," I have, but you'll have to be more specific. The news covers a lot of criminal activity."

"I wouldn't go as far as to call him a 'criminal'. He's innocent, he's just gotten the short end of the stick is all-"

"-And did he tell you that?"

"No- Well yeah, but I knew it already! I mean it when I say he's a really good guy, Matt. Like amazingly good; almost too good to be true, but he is! He'd do anything to protect this city because he's just that caring and sweet. He's...Well, he's, um..." Matt raises an eyebrow as you trail off, although he pays more attention to the way your body heats up and your heartbeat accelerates. 

Oh...

Oh...

Now Matt has a true dilemma on his hands. Until now, you've never mentioned having a single friend before, so one side of him wants to be happy with the knowledge that you, the most stubborn and distant person to exist on planet Earth (aside from maybe Frank), have fallen in love. Maybe it's not the most comfortable discussion and he can't deny he'd worry regardless of the circumstances, but if it's something that allows you to feel normal for once, then that's excellent. The only problem is he can't say he agrees with your criminal type. Why can't you be interested in someone law abiding?

Fiddling with your fingers, you miss Matt's silence as a sign of conflict and instead take it as him waiting for you to get to the point, thus you do with a quiet, meek voice,"...and he's kinda Spiderman..."

Matt blinks, caught off guard by your confession which had almost been muted by his inner thoughts," Spiderman...? The vigilante from Queens?"

You nod," I guess there's no harm in telling you his name's Peter Parker since the whole world already knows that now...Anyways I met him a while ago and we became friends, but...Well, you've heard what the news is trying to say about him, right? His identity got leaked and now they're trying to pin him as some sort of killer, but he isn't- I know he isn't. Peter's like you. He'd never kill anyone even if they're some crazed villain the streets would be safer without. I mean, you can tell he didn't do it just by how upset he is over all this!

"They're trying to ruin his life- not only his life, but also his friends' and aunt's...They won't let off and he doesn't deserve it. He needs a lawyer-a really good one at that. I thought that maybe...Maybe you could help him out, ya' know? You said us vigilantes have to look out for one another, right? So, could you help Spiderman? E-Even if just as one last favor for me? I swear I won't ask for anything else just...Can you please help him, Matt? Please..."

There's tears in your eyes at this point which is a rare occurrence usually only found on nights of particularly bad nightmares. This is one of those moments where it's clear you're only a kid. Standing in front of his desk, you keep your head bowed and hands clenched to the bottom of your shirt as you stubbornly fight to not get emotional, a fight nearly lost by that sniffle of your nose. Even after your nightmares or back before Matt saved you from Fisk, you've never been this scared. Of course, there's a clear difference from then and now.

This Peter Parker must really be something special. He must be able to bring a smile to your face by his presences alone, drawing hours of laughter from you over countless dumb jokes or helping you let loose by inviting you out with him and his friends, maybe even for movie nights at his apartment which might explain those few days over the last month where you didn't return home until after midnight.

Those nights he must listen to your worries, being the only person trusted with the details of your nightmares as he cuddles you close and promises to never let anyone hurt you again. He must make you feel like a giddy teenager, an experience that had once been stolen from you by people like Fisk. Around Peter, you aren't a child soldier or a dangerous killer or even a broken soul; you're (Y/n) (L/n), just a normal girl who'd do anything to protect the most precious thing she has to hold.

It takes you by surprise when Matt stands up suddenly, taking his cane from where it had been folded on the table and clicking it into place with a 'snap'," do you know his address?"

"H-Huh?"

"I'm assuming you know where Parker lives, correct? There's a lot to discuss if I'm going to help him with his legal troubles so it's best we get started immediately. Isn't that what you want?" Matt has a faint hint of a smirk pulling at his lips as he walks past you to the door, only stopping with his hand upon the doorknob.

Your eyes follow him, the wheels inside your head turning as you process his words. Soon, you're beaming, a noticeable uplift to your voice with relieved tears being blinked back in your eyes," thank you, Matt!"

"Take a seat, Mr. Parker."

When Matt had announced the charges against Peter won't stick, the teen had been endlessly thankful. Between you finding him a good lawyer that didn't dent his pockets and said lawyer being able to remove his legal troubles, he's been giddy with relief and saw no issue with Matt's request to speak with him privately before his departure, after all, it's the least he can do for someone who's already helped him so much during his greatest time of need.

Even after being told to sit back down, Peter does so with a unfazed smile on his face," is there something else I need to be worried about? You said the charges aren't going to stick, so I should be good, yeah?" 

"Oh, I don't want to talk to you about anything related to the court."

Now Peter blinks in confusion, his smile taking a hit," oh?"

"I want to talk to you about (Y/n)."

"O-Oh..." Peter's confusion turns into a fiery blush, one that makes Matt's own face twist into a look of disgust he fights to hide.

"How long have you known her?"

"Um, about a year I think- Well, actually, I guess it's technically been about five years since we met before the Snap but-"

"-And has she told you about her past working for Wilson Fisk?"

Peter's heart noticeably skips a beat as he looks to Matt with wide eyes. His mouth opens in preparation to lie to his lawyer for the first time, denying that you'd ever work for Fisk because you definitely aren't some teenage vigilante he's been fighting alongside as Spiderman since the last year, however after giving his response some thought and studying Matt's careful expression, he decides to just be truthful.

"Yeah...Yeah, she has."

"Then you must understand how difficult it's been for her to trust other people after everything she's been through. I must admit I was surprised when she first brought you up. She was very adamant that I act as your lawyer and since then she's spent nearly every day asking about you. She's clearly extremely fond of you."

It probably isn't the best time for it, but a bashful smile crosses Peter's face, his gaze falling to his hands as he dwells on Matt's words. You? Fond of him? That's not allowed, is it? 

Of course, Peter's always had eyes for you. Ned and MJ tease him about it all the time. Hell, it's why Spiderman even decided to approach you in the first place. He had been utterly starstruck to watch some super hot vigilante swoop in out of nowhere and apprehend a pair of criminals before he could. In awe, he just had to walk up to you and give some incredibly lame joke that successfully resulted in you giving a goddess's laugh that numbed his heart. Since then, Peter made sure to become your friend (and biggest admirer), so to think you might actually be fond of him, too? Well, he could never be luckier!

"With that said, I wanted to thank you, Peter," the young hero is taken back by Matt's sudden words of gratitude," you make her happy; happier than anyone else has managed. Hearing her talk about you is the first time I've heard her sound like a normal teen, and if you were to ask her out, I'm certain she'd agree. I'll even give you my blessing to do so."

"A-Ah! Thank...Thank you, sir!"

"But-" Matt adjusts his glasses before suddenly leaning forward, his hands cupped together as a shadow crosses over his expression,"- just know, that if you ever do anything to break my daughter's heart, I'll personally ensure you deal with the Devil."

The breath in Peter's throat catches, his mouth opening and closing a few times in attempts to grasp onto some quick response which he's normally talented in delivering, but alas, nothing comes. Spiderman really shouldn't have to fear a blind man, but there's something about Matt's tone that sinks into his bones as a frigid warning that begs him to be smart, not dismissive.

Grabbing his cane, the lawyer calmly stands and walks past Peter, only stopping to pat a stern hand on his shoulder," good talk, Spidy."

It's cruel; the way Matt leaves behind a shocked Peter Parker while wearing a smug smirk of his own. He's not even guilty in the slightest, shown by the way he doesn't even care to rid of his expression when noticing you leaned against the wall outside the apartment door with crossed arms. He assumes by the harshness to your voice that your eyebrows are pinched downwards as you glare his way- a glare he's too familiar with feeling at this point to be bothered.

"Are you serious?"

"What?" He gives a mocked look of innocents that you refuse to buy.

Instead, you suck in a breath, fighting to ignore both your burning cheeks along with your irritation towards the lawyer and his poor attempt at playing dumb. Marching on by, you purposely bump into his shoulder, hissing under your breath,"...that wasn't cool, dad..."

#peter parker x reader #x reader #reader insert #peter parker #mcu peter parker #tom holland #matt murdock x y/n #matt murdock x reader #spiderman x reader #spiderman #marvel #daredevil x reader #daredevil #charlie cox #marvel x reader

[kindasleepywriter]

Bird of Prey ~ Chapter 9: A Game of Shadows

Bird of Prey masterlist. Azriel x Reader.

Chapter summary: A morning coffee with Azriel turns more perilous than you expected.

Story rating: Mature - Minors DNI

Warnings: None

Word count: 1.6k

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No matter what your feelings about the city were, you had to admit that Velaris was enchantingly beautiful. The damage the citizens were still in the process of repairing didn’t diminish the vibrancy of the pleasant houses, shops and cafés that still lined the cobblestone streets. An air of peacefulness enveloped the city, too, despite its inhabitants’ constant coming and going.

Azriel had taken care to choose a small rooftop café, mindful of your preference to hide from view of the street below and its buzzing crowds. Even though Azriel wasn’t a man of many words, and you were evidently still warming up to the idea of revealing more about yourself, you’d found yourself pleasantly surprised at how easy conversation had flowed between the two of you.

You could frequently see shadows sneaking up to curl behind one of his ears, no doubt informing him as usual of any peculiar or interesting activity that could be found in the area. You wondered how he coped with their ceaseless song. Perhaps that was one of the reasons for his silence, you realized, especially in a group setting. Following along with the chatter of a conversation while listening to the constant stream of information had to require a practiced ability at multitasking.

Those same shadows rested on your arm and nape of your neck, and you had a feeling that would be often the case if you spent time in the Shadowsinger’s company. When you’d spent time in his company, you thought to yourself, since you wouldn’t flee. You wouldn’t. You repeated the words like a mantra in the back of your mind, trying to prevent your habits from taking over like they always did.

Nevertheless, unease increasingly made its presence known as the morning progressed. You couldn’t shake the idea that this near-perfect scene couldn’t last. Even if you were a master at hiding your every tell, you had a suspicion that Azriel noticed, though he decided not to comment on it.

You excused yourself to the restrooms, hoping to calm yourself with the help of some cold water and breathing exercises. Your thin boots slid across the café with little sound, the few people present glancing at you and quickly avoiding your gaze when you met their eyes, no doubt turning back in your direction the second you looked away.  Your unease was growing tenfold at each step you took. You felt exposed.

You could almost hear the warning as the cool mid-morning breeze grazed against the back of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. Turn back, it said in a whistle. Then, hide.

You dismissed it as paranoia, well familiar with your tendency to overreact. You continued forward into the long corridor leading to the restrooms, thankful for the separation from curious eyes. Your mind hadn’t stopped its warnings, now louder: Hide. Turn back. Leave. As you turned the final corner before the restroom doors, your heart stopped. The only thing you saw before immediately spinning on your feet was short hair the colour of a blazing fire that you’d recognize anywhere, slowly climbing up the stairs. You felt time slow around you, the cold rush of adrenaline burning through your veins. That man was a Vanserra, you would bet your life on it. What was one of them doing here, roaming the city as casually as any visitor? Was the Night Court allied with that family? Had your presence here gotten out, was he here for you?

You frantically looked around. There was no place to hide that you could get to in time. The corridor was completely barren and too long for you to make it out before he turned the corner behind which you currently stood. Shit, shit, shit.

You rushed as far as you could before leaning against the wall, crushing your wings behind you in a fruitless effort to hide them, and curled your shoulder inwards as you stared at the wall in front of you. You were hoping he might ignore the sight of some shy woman who looked like she might be waiting for someone, but you knew he’d notice you.

Damned be your wings and their size, their too bright color. What you would do just to melt into the wall, to be able to winnow away, anything! Your temperature only got worse, you felt frozen to the core. You waited, praying the man had changed his mind, and went back down the stairs.

The Mother had never answered your prayers before, and she made no exception to that rule.

Your heart was beating like a hummingbird’s in your chest as the man turned the corner, carrying himself with the same haughty demeanour he’d shown since the moment you met him. Eris. You felt your vision darken at his approach, your panic drowning you. You were breathing too fast.

You took a quiet deep breath just before he came in reaching distance. His steps slowed to a stop, and he glanced around the corridor. This was it, you realized, the moment you’d be discovered, the moment you’d be sent back to autumn. They wouldn’t give you the chance to escape them again.

When his head turned towards yours, you held your breath, as still as stone, and braced for the inevitable. His stare passed to you… but he held no reaction. Didn’t he recognize you? It had been centuries, yes, but he wasn’t one to forget a face. Or these wings.

His eyes looked… they look unfocused. His gaze slid over you like you weren’t even there, passing over you like you’d been nothing but brick and stone.

The realization hit you: he wasn’t looking at you. He was looking through you. He couldn’t see you standing there.

Eris let out an annoyed huff and continued.

You looked down at yourself, almost expecting to have well and truly melted into the wall as you had prayed before, but you only barely stopped a loud gasp from escaping you when you were instead met with a cloud of shadows covering you. They were calmly maintaining a barrier of darkness, only a few of them trailing the man as he disappeared out of sight. The second you were out of Eris’ view, most of them dissolved into the ground, as if burrowing back to wherever they’d come from. Safe, you heard, before they scattered into smoke. They’d been the ones to warn you.

Had Azriel done this? Were his shadows so fast that he’d been able to react in time? The entire ordeal had taken only a few seconds and, while you knew they were quick, you hadn’t thought they were that fast.

As if summoned by your thoughts, you saw Azriel quickly run into the corridor. He rushed over to you and brought his hands to your shoulders as he assessed you from head to toe, seemingly searching for injuries. You didn’t let a second pass and grabbed his left arm, heading for the exit, ready to drag him if necessary.

“We need to leave, now.” you gritted lowly through your teeth. He didn’t so much as hesitate before you were engulfed by darkness and emerged on the other side of the city in a residential area. Small houses and apartments surround you.

“What happened?” he exclaimed the minute you landed.

“The Vanserras are here, you need to alert Rhysand,” you wheezed, “If Eris is already in the city, mother knows where the others-”

Azriel cut you off quickly. “You saw Eris?” he asked, too calm for your liking.

“Yes!” you exclaimed, still panting for breath, “You can’t have missed him, he was right there in the corridor!”

A look of pure confusion painted his features.

“I only heard my shadows tell me something had happened, and I came to find you.” he said. “Maybe he went in the other direction upon exiting, but I didn’t pass him. I was only concerned about finding you.”

“But you hid me, Az, how did you do that without knowing where I was?”

He frowned. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Dove. What do you mean by me hiding you?”

“Your fucking shadows! They told me explicitly not to go, but I didn’t listen, and they concealed me from Eris’ sight despite that. It was like he was seeing straight through me at the wall. Couldn’t they have done that on their own?”

“That’s impossible,” he said almost condescendingly, irritating you further, “they only act on my command. None of them could even tell me what happened in that hallway, they weren’t present at all. Could it have been something else? A fairy-light going out, maybe?”

He didn’t believe you, you realized, but you would be willing to bet your life on it. Those had been shadows, there was no doubt about it. A fairy-light, my ass, you wanted to scoff.

“Is it possible there’s another Shadowsinger here?” you said instead, unwilling to entertain the idea that a single light going out had concealed you in an otherwise empty corridor. “Maybe one of the other courts found another that they kept secret!” What other explanation could there be?

“I’d have known about it the second they were inside the city, and-” he cut himself off, his eyes widening. “Wait, you heard the shadows? They talked to you?”

“Yes, I did, that’s what I’m trying to tell you, they helped me!” you practically shouted. He was quiet for a moment, as you paced before him. Why wasn’t he reacting to any of this? Whatever Autumn had planned was dangerous and needed immediate attention, he shouldn’t be debating with you about his shadows!

His gaze locked to yours as he stopped your movement with a light touch to your elbow, inhaling deeply. You had never seen him looking so taken aback before, concern etched across his face. “Shadows only sing to the ones who created them, Dove.”

Update took a little longer than planned, but I took the time to finish it for you guys before uni this morning! As always, tell me what you think <3

And yes Azriel went for the "a lightbulb went out" route, a man can't be perfect lmao

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#azriel x reader #azriel #acotar #acotar x reader #acotar fanfic #azriel fanfic #azriel POV #azriel x you #azriel x y/n #enemies to lovers #bird of prey

[reallyneedsalife]

INCORRECT HEARTSTOPPER QUOTES (TV EDITION)

Darcy: I've never encountered a problem that can't be solved by an spontaneous musical number.

Nick: Real life should have a fucking search function, or something.

Nick: I need my socks.

Elle: I hate taking off my glasses, because without them, my vision goes from Full HD all the way down to buffering at 240p and I just can't handle that.

Tao: You were wise to seek help from the world's most deadly weapon.

Tao: It's me

Charlie: I’m a multitasker!

Charlie: I can disappoint fifteen people at once.

Isaac, after getting a library card: Now I know what true power feels like.

Tao: Hey, quick question. How petty am I allowed to be?

Tao: Wait you like me? For my personality?

Elle: I know, I was surprised too.

Tara: Wow, left handed AND British? You really are an illusion.

Imogen : Tara, I know you love Darcy. I mean, we all do, she's a very nice person and I respect her immensely.

Imogen : But I think she might be a fucking idiot.

Darcy: If you spell skeletons backwards, it still spells skeletons.

Sahar, deadpan: Wow, I can't wait for Halloween to see some snoteleks.

Darcy: Milkshake with two straws please

Tara, blushing: Aww Darcy!

Darcy, putting both straws in her mouth: watch how fast I can fucking drink this!

Nick: I slipped a little note in your back-pack to tell you how much I love you.

Charlie, opening his bag: This is a 10 page letter. It has an About The Author section.

Imogen: Hey, Charlie? Can I get some romance advice?

Charlie: Just because I’m with Nick doesn’t mean I know how I did it.

Charlie: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast?

Nick: Several traffic violations.

Elle: Many counts of resisting arrest.

Tara: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks.

Darcy: Also, that’s not our car.

Imogen, not totally used to the Paris' Squads brand of shenanigan yet: It's not??

---

In another timeline

Imogen: Wow, they really hate us.

Sahar: Yes, perhaps they’re homophobic.

Imogen: But we’re not gay, Sahar.

Sahar:

Imogen:

Sahar: We’re not?

---

Tao: And if you have any suggestions, please put them in the suggestion box.

Nick: That’s a trash can.

Tao, watching Isaac & Charlie panic : What's going on?

Elle: Isaac is having an identity crisis and Charlie is just having a crisis.

Nick: The risk I took was calculated but, man, am I bad at maths.

Nick: My stomach growled super loud in French.

Nick: I would like to clarify, my stomach did not speak in French. It growled during my French lesson.

Tara: Bonjour.

Charlie: Le growl.

Darcy: Hon hon hon, feed me a baguette.

#imogen heaney #charlie spring #sahar zahid #elle argent #nick nelson #tao xu #tara jones #heartstopper incorrect quotes #incorrect heartstopper quotes #incorrect osemanverse

[writingismyfortune]

haunted by math | alhaitham || genshin impact one shot

published on october 31st, 2023.

pairing: alhaitham x reader (friendship)

genre: fluff, slice of life

word count: 1.7k words.

synopsis: your best friend, alhaitham, surprises you on halloween. he suddenly felt extroverted, so he did something out of the ordinary. that’s the gist of it.

warning: lowercase is intended, alhaitham might be slightly out of character (?).

a/n: happy halloween, folks. i’m finally releasing a genshin fic after so many months :’) enjoy! hopefully this is funny enough for you guys.

“hey alhaitham, are you going to the haunted house on halloween? this organization on campus is hosting one.”

“i don’t see why i should waste my time on something as nonsensical as a haunted house. it’s fake anyway.” alhaitham responds to your question while reading a novel of some sort. he is always reading something, and he can somehow manage a conversation while reading as well. he’s the multitasking expert at this rate.

“even though it’s fake, it fits the october vibe!” you retort back with some excitement. you really want to see how alhaitham will behave in a haunted house. after all, he doesn’t seem like the type to get startled easily. but would he get startled from a sudden jump scare? that’s a sight you want to see.

“we can just carve out some pumpkins like we always do,” alhaitham exclaims once more. flipping a page of the novel he’s reading, he glances at you briefly. “i thought you said you wanted that to be an annual tradition. what’s with the sudden change of ideas, [your name]?”

you didn’t want to directly tell alhaitham that you want to see him startled, so you came up with another reason.

“just thought it would be fun to enter a haunted house. you have never been to one, right?” that’s a nice save, if you say so myself.

“you’re not wrong, but i don’t think i would enjoy something like a haunted house. i mean, i know that everything is fake, so it wouldn’t be too scary, would it?”

“why are you so logical…” you said, your lips forming a small frown.

“logic only continues to defy emotion, [your name]. that’s how this world works.”

you have to find a way to convince alhaitham to join you on this haunted house adventure, but alhaitham just isn’t budging.

so you just decided to let it go for now. you’ll bother him on another day.

time skip to halloween evening, which is when the haunted house is taking place. and alhaitham still won’t come with you to the haunted house, so you decided to bring kaveh, his roommate, with you instead. at least kaveh knows how to have fun in this sense.

when you told alhaitham that you will be going to the haunted house with kaveh, alhaitham tells you to bring some headphones with you because kaveh screams pretty freaking loud.

if only you knew that alhaitham was a little worried about you heading to the haunted house with kaveh. perhaps he is a tiny bit jealous for some reason. maybe he is afraid that kaveh will take up his best friend title just because he refuses to go to this haunted house with you. but that would be petty, right?

actually, this is bothering him because you didn’t want to carve pumpkins with him this year. you’re really persistent on attending this haunted house, huh? so be it.

if only you knew why he refused to attend the haunted house with you. guess you will only find out soon enough, would you? you might see it as a form of rejection, but alhaitham sees this as a great opportunity to show that he is the better person to be your best friend.

with kaveh gripping your arm firmly and walking slightly behind you, you both enter the haunted house. kaveh is just as tense as you were, a bit startled by the fake zombies dressed up in suits, as if they are teachers. there is a chalkboard that had shaky handwritings, in which, give off the idea that these zombie teachers wrote on the chalkboard.

there are also blood stains on the floor. it was fake, but the haunted house itself is dark. you only had a flashlight and a scared 6 ft blonde dude with you. there is also spooky music that only intensifies the tension in the haunted house. the theme of this haunted house is an abandoned school, it seems.

walking past the chalkboard, you hear someone pop up behind you and kaveh all of the sudden. this someone lets out a loud scream, startling both you and kaveh. seems to be an actor, who has a “decaying” looking face, like a zombie student, thanks to the help of makeup. this also caused kaveh to let out a shrilly scream. amused by this, you let out a chuckle. hearing you chuckle only causes kaveh to laugh along too, also a bit amused by the scream that he released from the jump scare.

kaveh was now holding onto your arm now in a tight grip, even more tensed up by what will come up next.

“[your name], why did you make me come here…” kaveh says, his voice is a little shaky.

“because i thought it would be fun. it’s scary, but you have to admit that this is entertaining.” you responded.

kaveh only huffs as a response. he does admit that he is having fun, but will he tell you that to your face? no.

“clearly, you’re amused by my screaming. what are you talking about?”

“i screamed too, kaveh. that startled me.”

“did you?” kaveh asks you. you can imagine kaveh’s face expression, where one of his eyebrows are raised up in suspicion. well, you’re imagining because the haunted house is dark.

“yes, i did,” you respond.

“no, you’re totally lying,” kaveh said back.

“you didn’t hear me scream thanks to your loud ass scream, kaveh. i didn’t think that your vocals can go that high. impressive,” you said.

after hearing kaveh huffing to what you said once more, you two continue walking. in the hallways, there is a body bag just leaning against the wall. actually, there are multiple of them, just lying around this section of the haunted house.

there was also bloody footprints on the floor and bloody handprints on the walls. clearly, it’s paint, but it still spooks you and kaveh out.

and then, the both of you walk through a door, a door that has a sign sitting at the right side of it that says ‘room 042’. seems to be a normal classroom of some sort.

all of the sudden you hear some quiet chanting?

feeling a little tense, you reluctantly walk into the classroom, with kaveh gripping onto your arm tightly now. it’s clear he can hear the chanting too, understanding what this actor is saying.

focusing on your hearing, you try to figure out what this actor is saying. you take a glance at the actor’s appearance. they are wearing a suit and a tie, with his face all zombified. seems to be a zombie teacher. for some reason, you can recognize this person, but you can’t put your finger on it.

“the circumference is the diameter multiplied by pi.”

“the pythagorean theorem is a-squared plus b-squared equals c-squared.”

“the integral of sin x is -cos x.”

“velocity is the change in displacement over the change of time.”

“the derivative of log x with a base of 10 is—“

holy shit, that’s pretty fucking horrifying.

immediately, you start screaming in terror. because you are definitely not a math person, these math equations and formulas are making your brain go haywire. actually, you’re screaming louder than kaveh ever did. as a response, you start running out of the classroom, leaving kaveh behind.

kaveh wasn’t that afraid of this because he’s an architect, an occupation where he deals with calculus and trigonometry on a regular basis. it also seems like he knows who is chanting these formulas too.

“you really should apologize to her later. [your name] really wanted to go to this haunted house with you, but who knew that you were an actor here. you finally decided to come out of that shell of yours, huh? i didn’t think you’d be the type to sign up for something like this,” kaveh says to no one in particular. however, he knows who is in this room. he then leaves the room too, his footsteps fading into silence.

kaveh does meet up with you at the end of the haunted house, in which, took a lot of bravery out of him. those actors dress as zombie students chasing him gave him quite an adrenaline rush. these zombie students have their brains exposed, wearing clothes with blood stains on it. clearly it’s fake, but kaveh was startled when they popped out of nowhere and started chasing him.

after the zombie students chase him, kaveh enters the cafeteria section, where there is an actor dressed as a lunch lady chopping up…is that a freaking corpse?! feeling very tensed up and his heart rate racing, kaveh does exit the cafeteria once the lunch lady lets out a creepy laugh. this laugh sounded genuinely evil and maniacal, as if they are enjoying chopping up a corpse like it’s an animal or something (this isn’t entirely wrong in this case, if ykyk).

once kaveh reaches at the end of the haunted house, he sees you waiting for him at a nearby table. kaveh then runs over to you and starts shaking you, wondering why did you just leave him in there by himself.

“well, those math formulas are scary.”

“okay, fair enough. guess they can be scary when you aren’t a math person.” kaveh said with understanding while laughing, a bit amused by your screams.

“you really can scream louder than me, huh?”

“oh, shush it.”

after that, you and kaveh walk back home together to log out for the evening.

on a random day in november, you are with alhaitham in the library. you were commenting about the haunted house and how scary it was, talking about one of the actors chanting physics and calculus equations. in addition, you also mention how it is a shame that alhaitham didn’t attend the haunted house.

if only you knew that he did attend the haunted house, but not in the way you’re thinking.

alhaitham is silently listening on your commentary, a bit satisfied by your comments about his acting. he is your best friend after all, so seeing you scream out of that room while he was chanting math formulas is amusing to him. but he does admit that he feels bad for spooking you out tremendously. he thinks about what kaveh said to him on that halloween night. he really should apologize to you for refusing to attend the haunted house with you. but for now, he will keep this actor thing a secret from you for now.

after all, he believes that you being haunted by math is entertaining. your logic ironically goes out of the window thanks to something so logical like math. in fact, your emotions take over when something logical like math is involved.

logic will always defy emotion, wouldn’t it?

end of chapter. next chapter: n/a

#alhaitham #al haitham #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin fanfic #kaveh #genshin alhaitham #genshin kaveh #alhaitham x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin fluff #halloween

[rriavian]

Close Enough

“Are you the tooth fairy?” The little girl asks, her eyes wide.

AKA: The Corinthian finds himself embroiled in a case of mistaken identity and Dream of the Endless can’t stop smirking about it.

(Honestly don't know if this has been done before. I wrote this at 1am while incredibly tired so blame sleep deprivation on why this is probably the silliest thing I’ve ever written for these two.)

(Edit: Should probably add the ao3 link to this here.)

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“Are you the tooth fairy?” The little girl asks, her eyes wide.

There is only one reason the Corinthian doesn’t kill her immediately.

And it’s currently stood smirking beside him.

Dream of the Endless, the Prince of Stories—lips currently twitching upwards in delight, solemn demeanour almost failing him—looks like he’s trying not to laugh.

The Corinthian wants to wipe that smug expression right off his face.

Except he can’t, won’t, because while the delightful treat of inspiring Dream’s disapproval usually spurs him on rather than holds him back, there’s something the Corinthian wants first. He’s currently trying to get his reticent king to end the incredibly insulting period of probation he’s inflicted upon him. To do so he needs to impress rather than irritate, needs to prove himself worthy of being allowed to return to human dreams. Dream is petty even while dutiful—especially while dutiful—is vicious enough to multitask while he teaches, always finding time to punish. The result has been a series of humiliatingly supervised visits to mortal dreams, as if the Corinthian requires instruction, and they seemed to have stumbled into the dream of a six year old girl who’s just lost a tooth.

Which leads to the latest indignity.

The Corinthian pretends he hasn’t heard the question, this insult he won’t respond to, turns to Dream and snaps. “This is the wrong dream.”

“Is it?” Dream doesn’t even attempt faux surprise, flatly unapologetic as above his quirked lips cruel eyes glitter. “My mistake.”

Oh he definitely did this on purpose.

“Mister?” The girl says insistently; she’s also turned to Dream, seems to have realised that's where the authority is, little hand reaching up to tug gently on his robe.

Dream smiles like a sunrise. “Yes Alice?”

“You know my name!”

“Indeed.” He says gently, eyes soft for one of his dreamers, the glitter in them a nightlight for one of his precious humans. “Now—you had a question?”

Small fingers curl even tighter in Dream's black robe, perhaps chasing softness, perhaps marveling at it. Alice's eyes shift to the Corinthian for what amounts to half a second—they meet his ocular gaze, able to do so only because the glasses are oh so conspicuously missing—a quick glance as if she needs to double check.

Alice frowns.

Then she nods sharply, turns away, seems to have found whatever she was looking for. Alice gestures in the Corinthian’s general direction, still clutching Dream’s robe, but despite her clear frustration when she speaks her tone is shy. “He didn’t say whether he’s the tooth fairy.”

This time Dream does laugh.

It’s quiet but not restrained, a warmth that doesn’t demand attention, subtly chases away a chill. The mirth in his tone not at all held back. “He didn’t, did he?”

Alice agrees with a solemn little nod, the sort used for matters of the utmost importance.

“Can you ask him?”

Dream looks up, smile turning to night, shifting to the threat of a creeping shadow as this time he meets the teeth of the Corinthian's eyes. The glow there turns eerie, ghost silver, a strangely hollow thing for all that’s contained inside. There’s unease in how empty and full Dream can be at the same time, the vastness of a glacier so desolate when you’re alone. The demand is clear, even before Dream speaks, and the Corinthian knows he'll pay him back for this—

“Well?” Dream says mildly, eyes echoing with humour.

“Are you?”

#dream of the endless #the corinthian #corintheus #kinda #this doesn't really count for wip wednesday but i also have no idea what i'm gonna do for it #so an extra (and kinda silly) little drabble

[badbatch-badfics]

Padawan (TBB x Male Reader) Part 2

Part 1

Characters: The Bad Batch - Cross hair + Cid.

Relationship: All platonic

POV: Only 2nd (you/yours)

Pronouns: he/him

Species: Unspecified

Content: Smidge of angst and worry, but mainly found family growing into fluff

Warnings: General TBB stuff, a little bit about Order 66. Cringe lol.

Word Count: 2,796

Notes: If anyone has any requests/ideas for this 'series,' please let me know! I'd love to learn more about what ya'll like and incorporate it. (and i'll obviously credit you in the notes for whichever part it goes in)

The Bad Batch was sound asleep, exempt from their designated pilot.  Tech was comfortably cruising through hyper-space, multitasking on a new upgrade for Echo’s arm-scomp and watching the scanners.  A light beep alerted him, signaling that they were approaching Ord Mantell.  He lightly pushed his goggles upwards, before pressing a series of buttons.  The Marauder shook as it dropped from hyperspace, the tremors waking Hunter up from his nap in the co-pilot's seat.  He would usually sleep in his bunk until Tech needed a break, but his bunk was… preoccupied, so to speak.

“We close to Ord Mantell, Tech?” Hunter asked groggily, cracking his neck.  “Approximately 11 minutes and 36 seconds until we enter the atmosphere, and then another 23 minutes until we reach the landing pad.  I would begin waking everyone else up.”  With a sign, Hunter stood up, arms reaching far above his head, ever-so-slightly leaning backwards.  He turned around and started heading towards the bunks, wondering how he should go about waking you up.  He didn’t know how much you would remember, and he certainly didn’t want to find out the hard way.

Of course, there was always the option of letting your body wake up on its own time, and just having someone stick with the ship until then, but there was the risk of general clatter and ruckus occurring and startling you awake anyway, which would be a harsh wake-up call, to say the least.  After a second more of contemplation, he finally settled on leaving you be, and simply shushing Wrecker the moment his eyes opened.  He walked up to his brother, shaking his arm.  Wrecker awoke with a large grunt, like an ancient monster waking from a coma in an echoing mountain, before Hunter aggressively shushed him.  He sharply pointed across the walking strip to your body, an absolute tangled mess of limbs and droll.

Wrecker got the hint, making an ‘oohhh’ sound before slowly sitting up, careful to minimize the amount of creaking.  Hunter walked on, heading towards Echo and Omega, shaking them both awake- Omega more gently.  She yawned and stretched, smiling and greeting Hunter, before quickly grabbing her day-clothes before heading off to the fresher to change.  Hunter went back to the cockpit, where his brothers were already making quiet discussions of what to do with you, the ‘teenager-that-had-essentially-magic-powers-and-was-being-hunted.’  Primarily how they would handle Cid.  She tolerated them because they did jobs for her, and they didn’t really matter to the Empire- except for Omega, it was appearing.  But a Padawan?  That would be a lot of credits, and it would put someone on the Empire’s good side- at least for a little bit.  Cid wasn’t above ratting them out for that kind of profit.  Or, at least, she wasn’t above ratting out the Padawan while keeping them away from the Empire’s eyes for the sake of missions.  “Perhaps we can convince Cid that his use in missions, among other things, would outweigh the reward from the Empire.  Even without using the Force in a physical push-and-pull manner, it can still be used for mind tricks, sensing danger, and much more, depending on his skill set.  We could increase our efficiency and time duration of missions greatly, which would hold a great profit for Cid,” Tech explained, preparing for the Marauder to enter Ord Mantell’s atmosphere.

“That's true, but there’s no way to know what Cid will say- if she agrees, great, but if she doesn’t…” Hunter responded, eyes glancing back at your sleeping form as he trailed off.  If they told her about you, and she decided to tell the Empire, then no one would be safe.

“There’s no way for Cid to be kept in the dark long enough to find a better solution, and we can’t exactly just hide a whole person in the Marauder,” Echo added on, waving his scomp-link around the cockpit for emphasis.

“Of course, this is all assuming that (Y/N) will want to remain with us.  He may know someone, or someplace, that is safe.  Additionally, he may even know Cid.  Echo said that she would occasionally report to the Jedi,” Tech countered, briefly glancing back towards his brothers, away from the planet and control panel.  Echo nodded in confirmation.  “Do we…” Hunter trailed off, sighing, and pinched the bridge of his nose, “do we have any place to go if Cid decides to tell the Empire?  Echo, do you know anyone else who would help?”

“Rex, obviously- but he’s more involved with defeating the Empire than we are, so it’d be an extra risk to the kid.  Maybe Cut and Suu, if we can get a hold of them.  But I don’t think either of us want to put that kind of risk on them- not with Jek and Shaeeah.”  Wrecker made a comment of agreement, briefly looking up from his game of Chopsticks with Omega.  A heavy silence fell over the group, uncertainty thick in the air.

“Entering the atmosphere,” Tech reported, breaking the awkward silence.  The Marauder shook as gravity’s presence took its toll.  It settled back down to a smooth ride within a minute, the greens and browns- mainly browns- of Ord Mantell’s natural landscape coming closer.  “I think Cid will understand, plus, like Tech said, (Y/N) can help us out!” Omega added, not looking up from her hands.

Hunter looked down, contemplating.  Would the reward of Cid accepting the kid outweigh the risk of her turning him in to the Empire?  Tech did have a point, your presence would make things go smoother- but if Cid didn’t care about that point?  What then?  Would they be able to escape the Empire, find a new place to settle down- there was bound to be some planet that was safe- but would they find it before the Empire found them?

They could keep you holed up in the ship for a while, but sooner or later, Cid would find out.  And once she found out, that could damage their… relationship, so to speak.  Assuming she wouldn’t tell the Empire immediately, anyway.  So that wouldn’t work either.  There was no good solution, and everyone knew it.  Finally, Hunter spoke up- “Wrecker, Omega, you two stay with (Y/N) and help him with anything- food, water, applying new bandages.  You get the idea.  Echo, you're with me- we’ll get anything we’d need for a long-term stay on the ship; med kits, food, supplies, whatever.  Tech, make sure the ship has enough fuel, and make any necessary fixes.  Don’t let anyone else know.  After you're done, I’ll tell Cid about… the kid.  We’ll see where it goes from there.”

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The Marauder drifted down, landing neatly in the center of the dock.  Tech quickly pulled out his data-pad, scanning for any previously unnoticed internal damage.  Luckily, the report came back negative- as he had guessed, there was no new damage.  Satisfied, he checked the Marauder’s current fuel level, so he’d know when to stop filling.  Tech, Echo, and Hunter exited the Marauder, swiftly closing and securely locking the ramp behind them.

The innards of the Marauder were quiet, Omega and Wrecker not really knowing what to do.  They both sat on the bunk opposite you, staring, just in case you’d wake up and need something.  Wrecker had rations and a water canteen to his left, while Omega had fresh bandages and bacta-spray to her right.  “Uhhh…” Wrecker broke the silence, glancing down at Omega, “do we just… wait for him to wake up?  It feels weird, just staring.”

“I don’t know… on Kamino, we would usually wait, but this is nothing like injured clones on Kamino.”  She sighed, wringing her hands together.  “I just…feel so bad.  I mean, our home was destroyed, but at least we have each other.  (Y/N) doesn’t have anyone, and he’s been alone on that ship since the Empire took over.  I can’t imagine what it must have been like…” 

“Well, at least we found him before the Empire did, and any situation we’re in will probably be better than Bracca.  Plus, he’s probably dead to the Empire, so they won’t be after him!”  Wrecker responded, finding the silver lining.  He and Omega looked at eachother, smiling.  It felt good to help people.

On cue, the blankets opposite the pair began shuffling, a long groan sounding out through the metal walls of the Marauder.  You turned over, eyes droopy and your Padawan braid/beads hanging by the corner of your mouth, covered in drool.  Slowly, you put your weight onto a hand and pushed yourself up, leaning against the back wall of the bunk.  Your head lolled back, another sigh escaping.  Everything hurts.  “Good morning!  Er, afternoon!  You slept forever, little Jedi!” Wrecker enthusiastically shouted, causing you to immediately sit up straight, hand shooting down to your waist for the familiar feeling of your lightsaber, only to be met with nothing.  Kriff.

Wrecker immediately sensed your panic, and put his hands up in an attempt of looking unhostile.  “Don’t worry, you're safe!  We’ve had our heads cut into, so we won’t be doing any of that Order 66 stuff!”  All you could do was stare, a comically surprised expression etched across your face.  He had an interesting way of wording things.

Wrecker stood up and handed you the canteen and ration bad.  “Here, rations and water!  They’re not the best, and we can pick up some better food soon, but I bet you're starved!”  And you were.  True, the mantell mix Omega had gifted you was delicious, but after so long of never having a proper meal, you certainly wouldn’t refuse any more food or water.

“Thank you…”  You glanced down after taking the food, quietly chewing on the ration bar, occasionally taking sips from the canteen.  You were never good socially at the Temple, and you certainly weren't any better at the moment.  Omega asked you some more questions; if there was any pain, did you bleed through any bandages, and such.  You responded in short answers, so quiet she was struggling to pick up what was said.  Eventually, she deemed you healthy- or, at least, as healthy as you could be, given the circumstances.  She stayed with you, telling stories about Kamino and the few trips she’s had away from it.  Mainly, though, she talked about her brothers.

After Maker knows how long, the Marauder’s ramp opened, Tech, Echo, and Hunter coming in, one by one.  Tech was lugging fuel, and the other two held general equipment, food, med-kits, and more.  While Tech didn’t pay as much mind to your waking, Echo and Hunter sure did- Echo more so.

After setting down the cargo, he practically spritened to the bunk you were on, crouching down on one knee and using his scomp-link to lift up your jaw, and do other inspections.  “You need a shower- desperately.  And new clothes, these are completely ruined!  Our old room is nothing compared to this!  Even Fives smelled better!  And you need some proper nourishment- I know how I felt after being in that stasis chamber for so long.  And mantell mix is not nourishment, no matter what Wrecker and Omega tell you, got that?”  He finished his spiel, pointing his scomp-link at you.  “Iba’ oskik’la…”

* (“what a mess” in mando’a)

“Yeah, I think he’s got it, Echo,” Hunter chimed in, smiling.  “C’mon, kid.  I need you to meet someone.  She used to work with the Jedi, so I don’t think she’d do anything.  But, just in case, we have everything ready to go.  And if all goes well, ”  You swallowed, a large lump forming in your throat.  You really hoped she wouldn’t do anything bad- you were already enough of a burden.  You and Hunter walked down the ramp, Omega gleefully waving goodbye.

He could hear your heartbeat, your anxiety- but he didn’t know much on how to help, given the circumstances.  Kriff, you didn't know about the chips until they found you, and he couldn’t imagine what that must have felt like.  When Wrecker had been affected and tried to kill everyone, at least they all knew it wasn’t his fault, that he hadn’t betrayed them, and that he would never try to do that when he was in control.  But you had no clue about any of that.  You thought all the clones who were your friends, or even just ones you were polite with for the sake of being a good person, had all wanted to kill you, and all the other Jedi.  You had thought that for months.  Cursing yourself, wondering why, and if there was anything you could have done differently to prevent it.  And now, irony at its best, you had been rescued by clones, coming to remove their chips.

“We’re on Ord Mantell, by the way… don’t know if anyone told you.  Ever been?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.  You shook your head, eyes darting from sign to sign, stall to stall.  “Most planets I’ve been on, except for Coruscant, were just… military occupations, occasionally the natural landscape of Separatists planets.  Never got to travel outside of that,” you said, still taking in all the colorful decor and people of the city.  “I mean, you know what that’s like, obviously- being a clone and all, you went to the same type of planets I did.  I think, at least.”

Hunter nodded his head in confirmation, not really sure where to go from there.  What you said was pretty accurate, but he felt like he shouldn’t talk about the war much.  And in any case, they were approaching Cid’s.

You and Hunter trotted down the steps, the automatic door sliding open.  Cid’s bar was empty, spare for an Ithorian and Weequay who were bickering over who knows what, and obviously, Cid herself.  You placed yourself behind Hunter, something you would do with your Master during the war to avoid any interaction with… anyone.  Slicing droids was easy, making conversation with soldiers was not.

You slowly glanced around the parlor, taking in anything that could be a trap, or could help you escape if this ‘Cid’ decided she didn’t want a padawan on her doorstop.  Hunter called out for Cid, and the distant sound of claws tapping against the cold, hard floor echoed out.  Emerging from the back rooms was a rather short female trandoshan, a cane gripped in her three claws.

Her eyes went back and forth between your semi-hidden figure and Hunter.  “Where’s the rest of ya?  And who’s that kid in the terrible robes?  They stink.”  There was an obvious scowl on her face, her left brown rose in an annoyed and questioning manner.

Hunter took a deep breath, and then- “He’s… a Padawan.”  Cid’s brows rose, and then lowered into a vicious scowl.  “Before you say anything- hear me out.  He was trapped at Bracca, and the scavengers didn’t know- Tech checked the Empire’s wanted, and he’s dead to them.  The Empire won’t come here, and it’s not like anyone on the street will know- he’s just a padawan.  Not a full-on Jedi, not a general.  But, he can still help.  Even without using the Force to push and pull, he can still sense danger and… stuff.”  Hunter wasn’t really sure how the Force worked.  But he knew it was useful.  Before Cid could rebuttal, he continued.  “And imagine how helpful a padawan would be in making sure your deals go right!  Being able to sense a bad deal, or if someone unwelcome is coming.  And some of them can do mind tricks.  He’ll be very useful to you- just let him stay with us.”

Cid looking down, in thought, a scowl etched on her face.  Finally, she sighed.  “Fine!  But if the Empire comes knocking, I’m not keeping his hide a secret.  Too much heat.”  She walked away, already planning what to do with you.

Hunter looked back, smiling.  You tried your best to smile, but you knew full well it looked incredibly awkward and forced.  Not that you weren’t happy, by any means.  You just weren’t prepared, and he knew that.  Hunter placed a hand on your shoulder, attempting to provide comfort.  And it worked.  For the first time in months, despite the constant dread of what was to come, everything seemed to be going right.  You could stay with them, and they could stay with Cid.

“Let’s go get you some proper fitting, and smelling clothes, yeah?  Echo wasn’t wrong when he said it was worse than our old barracks.”  Your smile shifted to a natural one, not forced or awkward.  You certainly didn’t think you’d ever see a clone again; and it certainly wouldn’t be a happy experience, but it seemed like this batch was going to be the best thing to happen in a while.

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[zodiactalks]

EXPLOSIVE Zodiac COMBINATIONS who Rarely See Eye to Eye

Some people just can't get along, no matter how hard they try. While you can't choose your family or your coworkers, you certainly can choose your friends and romantic partners.

Looking at a person's Zodiac sign can tell you all you need to know about a person before you get too invested in your relationship with them.

If you want to live free from drama, you better steer clear from these Zodiac signs, as you'll just end up fighting pointlessly and endlessly.

Sagittarius and Taurus

Sagittarius can't wrap their heads around Taurus's fixed mindset. They can't understand how someone as reasonable and logical as Taurus can have so little desire to expand their mind.

They also can't comprehend why it takes so much and so long for Taurus to change their mind, even if all evidence is against them. Taurus, on the other hand, thinks Sagittarius is too irresponsible because they avoid settling down at all costs.

They think they are rather childish because they avoid various commitments. They see their insatiable thirst for adventure as a sign of emotional immaturity. They'll rarely see eye to eye, except perhaps for a shared appreciation of exotic cuisine.

Aquarius and Cancer

Aquarius and Cancer can't be more opposite from each other. Aquarius hates people depending on them, whereas Cancer loves for people to depend on them and need them.

Aquarius needs endless freedom, while Cancer understands the things that truly fulfill them require a commitment. Aquarius is often too logical and forgets that it's important to be kind, while Cancer is mostly emotional and kind at all times.

They just don't understand where the other is coming from. Aquarius doesn't understand why Cancer doesn't feel trapped by their choices, and Cancer doesn't understand how Aquarius can be okay without committing themselves to the people, jobs and places that are good for them. It's very rare that they agree on anything.

Gemini and Capricorn

Both of these signs are very intelligent. And that's where the similarities end. Capricorn is not the best multitasker, and Gemini can't handle the hours of concentration that Capricorn can put in when they think something is worth their attention.

Capricorn has an old soul, and Gemini seems to remain twenty years old even when they're well into their sixties. Gemini is an eternal student, whereas Capricorn loves working way more than they love studying.

I'll give them this: they can be great coworkers because of their complementary approaches, but that's pretty much it. As friends or lovers, their interactions are like a comedy of errors where two people speak two different languages and keep misunderstanding each other.

Leo and Virgo

Virgo can be a pretty judgmental sign, and Leo is so easy to judge. One of the main values of Virgo is humility. They will think that Leo is too self-centered, self-indulgent, selfish and other not-so-nice words starting with self.

On the other hand, Leo will poke fun at Virgo because of how uptight and neurotic they are. It's easy to see how that will end up in a heated argument that will make everyone else around them very uncomfortable.

Virgo will think that Leo is annoying and loud, and what's even worse, they'll criticize them, thinking they are doing it in a constructive manner, but Leo's ego has to be handled with care. They'll find Virgo's bluntness as the exact opposite of caring. Leo can learn a lesson on humility from Virgo, and Virgo can learn a thing or two on how to set boundaries from Leo.

Libra and Taurus

They both have impeccable taste. But things will start to get complicated pretty soon. Taurus is very decisive, and will find Libra's indecisiveness simply… confusing. How can someone with such good taste not know what they want? Libra, in turn, will resent Taurus's stubbornness.

How can someone have such a hard time letting go when changing your mind is the easiest thing in the world? Taurus will think Libra is wasting valuable time with their indirect style of communication, and Libra will think Taurus is too brusque in their approach to conversation.

Taurus will disapprove of Libra's inconsistency, and Libra will think poorly of Taurus's inability to think on their feet. While they both have a great sense of style, they can't see eye to eye.

Aries and Scorpio

It never goes well when two people with anger issues try to form any kind of meaningful relationship, be it platonic or romantic. The moment one of them triggers the other, it's suddenly the outbreak of World War Three, and the one who throws the biggest tantrum wins (apparently).

They both have a quick temper and, when they are mad, they like to throw salt in the other's wounds. Once they are blinded by their emotions, these two signs will have no mercy on their opponent.

Not only will interacting with each other stress them, it will also make their friends and onlookers very anxious indeed. Neither know when to stop, when to agree to disagree, or when to apologize. These two together are just a recipe for disaster.

Pisces and Gemini

Pisces is the most emotional sign of the Zodiac, and Gemini is the most rational. Talk about opposing points of view! Gemini cares about being right, not about making others feel good. Pisces, on the other hand, will utter the most false of phrases if it makes their interlocutor feel good.

The last thing they need is a Gemini behind them interjecting with “Well, actually...” An interaction between these two can easily end up in Gemini losing their very limited patience and Pisces crying in a corner and accusing Gemini of being mean. They just bring out the worst in each other.

Scorpio and Libra

Scorpio's favorite hobby is sparking up controversy, whereas Libra is an expert at being well-liked by everyone. What can't go wrong between these two? Scorpio will think Libra is weak for not sticking up to their beliefs, and Libra will think that Scorpio likes conflict a little bit too much.

If there's a sign that can anger unflappable Libra, that sign is definitely Scorpio. They will show Libra their much-feared Shadow Self, and they'll get angry at this toxic person that dares to insinuate they might be unlikable. The one thing they can find common ground in is in their tendency to play Devil's advocate.

Pisces and Aries

Pisces is all about compassion and keeping things flowing smoothly. They love it when there is a sense of peace in their interpersonal relationships. Aries, on the other hand, is not afraid of healthy confrontation when it's necessary.

They may even need to be constantly arguing and debating things to avoid boredom. They often resort to rather aggressive approaches that would make Pisces cry. Aries can also be a bit brusque and forget all about compassion and empathy, both a must in Pisces's book.

Not everything is love and light and sometimes a confrontation is necessary, so Pisces isn't always objectively right, and Aries will end up frustrated. These two signs will just inevitably keep butting heads.

Have you ever had such a turbulent relationship? What's your sign? What was the other person's sign? What signs do you usually get along with? What signs do you disagree with on everything? Tell us in the comments!

#Zodiac #Zodiac Signs #ZodiacFacts #astrology #astrology signs #Aquarius #Aries #Cancer #Capricorn #leo #libra #Sagittarius #Pisces #taurus #scorpio #Gemini #virgo

[cyberllfe]

I spun the wheel o' doom and got...500 words. YES. In 500 words, perhaps you might describe Nines and Reader on a stakeout. The tension has been ratcheting up between them, and it suddenly breaks...but can they also keep their eyes on the (criminal) prize?

one RK900, packed into his little to-go container. he's only a little spicy. 😏✨ 500 words, rated M.

want a turn? prompt me.

“Is that them?”

“No.”

You sneak a glance at him, but he catches you looking. “And you’re avoiding the question. Are you embarrassed?”

Faking exasperation, you go back to scanning the windows and doors for light and signs of movement.

“I’m fine. It’s just getting warm in here.”

Nines leans marginally closer and for a moment you fool yourself that he’s aiming for a better view of the building.

“The temperature has been stable for the past thirty-six minutes.” You spear him with an annoyed look, undercut by the heat in your cheeks. He’s almost certainly able to spot it; you’re probably glowing in the dark in his vision.

This time when he leans closer, he holds your gaze. You hold your breath. His eyes reflect the distant streetlights as he studies your expression.

“Aren’t you supposed to be watching the building, Nines?”

“I am more than capable of multitasking.” His eyes travel down your face without shame. He’s trying to unnerve you on purpose—of course he’d wait until you were confined somewhere intimate to interrogate you. “Explain for me.”

Where you sit, leaned forward in the front passenger seat, you have a perfect view of the old apartment complex. Nines encroaches a little every time you refuse to answer a question; your space shrinks.

“I think we should focus on the case.”

You’re slowly dragging your gaze across the dark, empty windows when Nines’ fingers grab your jaw and turn you back to face him.

“I think you should focus on me.”

He’s no closer than before, but he’s looming in your view, broad and imposing without even having to move. Your breath has caught, your mind occupied solely with the firm press of his fingertips and the intensity of his attention.

“When you told Officer Chen you knew exactly what you’d do for me, what did you mean, detective?”

“Whatever she told you is an exaggeration,” you breathe, willing your heartbeat to slow. “You know what she’s like, she—”

“I heard you myself.”

“Oh fuck, I—”

“Is that what you had in mind?”

His thumb moves to brush the fullest part of your lips, fingers curling under your chin to tilt it towards him. He’s frustrating, he’s arrogant, but more annoying than that is he’s right.

No fucking way you let him have the last word.

“Put your seat back.”

You’ve lowered your voice and thrown every ounce of confidence you have into it as you stare him down. There’s the faintest curve to his mouth when he watches you, presuming defiance.

“Feeling confined, detective?”

As best you can with his fingers holding your face, you shake your head.

“No.” You take a breath and lean closer, your rush of bravery fuelled by adrenaline. “You want to multitask? Push your chair back. I’ll show you what I had in mind.”

A flash in the window.

Nines’ irritated grunt is sweeter than music, but he doesn’t let go.

“I’ll get my demonstration eventually.”

You grin wide.

“Yes, sir.”

#misc: flash fic #prompt me #ch: nines rk900 #nines x reader #dbh nines x reader #misc: fan works #asks #shinyportalsandthings #as always thank you for enabling me #😏 #side note: I had a smut version of this prompt but something about it Did Not Fit. I'm going to have to do some practice with v short smut #for now. my second love: tension #which is to say... I just love teasing you 😏

[megalommi]

Building upon that last ask, I could see Baggs manifesting magic disembodied skeleton hands, pink and translucent.

They would be used to multitask, drifting around his lab doing various tasks, checking and turning over experiments, writing notes.

Plus I like the toony look of them being used in hypnosis magic attacks. You know those wafts of steam that physically move a character, enticing them towards a freshly baked pie? That kind of thing ha ha.

Used in various ways to coax them into his thrall. Keeping their head steady, drifting across shoulders and under their jaw. Perhaps binding arms if they're resisting a little too much.

I wonder if these can even be a replacement for the Gaster Blasters, which are much too brutal an attack for Baggs.

#baggs #megalosomnia

[floralpowders]

A Doll for You ! - Natasha x GN!Reader

Summary: In which Natasha gifts the reader with one of her handmade dolls. 

First time writing an ‘x reader’! Thought to give it a try at least once and what better way to do it than with some nice fluff with the wonderful Natasha <3 Can be read both as romantic and platonic

All fluff !...and not super edited sorry lol 

Word Count: 566

With access to more resources from the Overworld now available, for once, Natasha could see there was more lull time — something she hadn't had in a long while. After all, being the sole doctor of Boulder Town's buzzing population, not to mention the leader of Wildfire, was a feat that required all of her time. 

With the newfound free time she had, it meant that she could pick up one of her old hobbies, and she would do it with you in mind. 

She did, at first, want to ask you beforehand, unsure whether or not you had liked dolls in the first place, but she thought to surprise you instead with this one. 

But she wanted to make something to your liking — that much was certain. In a passing conversation between the two of you, she’ll ask, “This may seem a little out of the blue, but…do you have a favorite animal?” with a follow-up question of “Do you have a preferred color?” 

If you ask her why, she’ll only smile and say, “Just a little something I’m working on.” Not exactly hiding what it is, but it does leave you wondering what she could be up to.

It isn’t until the next time you drop by the clinic that you find Natasha working on something that wasn’t just working with her patients. 

At a table and on her own, you find her with needle and fabric in her hand, working on the new doll. 

She’ll set it aside, though, when you come by; after all, when it comes to time with you, she’ll want to give you her undivided attention. 

But if you assure her that it’s alright for her to work on it while the two of you talk, then she’ll happily take it up and multitask, listening and replying to what you have to say while her needle works tirelessly to make the fabric the way she wants to.

It’ll be a little while before the work is done, but if you ask her about how her progress is, she’ll happily tell you and even show you what she has so far. In fact, she’d love to hear your input on the work because it means she can hear whether or not she should change something about her work before it comes to completion. It also means that when she is done with it, it’ll make you happy

After some time, you’ll get a text from Natasha: “Whenever you’re free, would you be able to come by the clinic? I have a little gift for you?”

And how can you say no to Natasha? 

The next time you’re free, you walk over to her clinic like she had requested, and as soon as you walk through the clinic, Natasha smiles warmly at your presence — just as she always does, but perhaps with a little hint of excitement as she stands up from her seat.

There, she presents it to you: a doll of your favorite animal in your favorite color, the fabric just the way you like it. And she explains, “Even if I say it a lot, I still don’t feel like my words are enough to express how grateful I am to have you by my side. It might not mean too much, but I do hope you like this doll.” All with the loving smile she has for you. 

#hsr natasha x reader #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #oh idk how else to tag this uh oh #star rail x reader #for my own sake: #hsr #natasha #AH I GUESS I SHOULD START MY OWN WRITING TAG.... ERM.... #hazy dreams