#seriously my brain would explode seeing them together

[alovesongtheywrote]

hiii girlie!! it’s my birthday HAHA can i please get a nightmare academia part?? thank youuu 🫶

♥ Summary: SORRY I MISSED YOUR BIRTHDAY!! iirc, i got this like. right in the middle of finals season. i am so sorry :( to compensate, i have provided a holiday update!! In this chapter of Nightmare Academia, it's the holiday season and Reid pulls a lil prank.

♥ Warnings: holidays, Wham's Last Christmas

♥ A/N: this is really just a holiday blurb im ngl. happy holiday special ig!! (also. i didn't edit this. my bad lol)

♥ Word Count: 600

Series Masterlist

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The winter seasons were always an interesting time to be a professor.  The campus was decorated with trees and lights.  Fliers advertised Hanukkah and Christmas gatherings.  The students were so stressed and burnt out that they moved through life with a weird sort of festive calm. 

This year, that festive calm had taken on a new feature- your students wouldn’t stop playing Wham’s Last Christmas.  

You had nothing against the song.  All things considered, you liked Wham.  You liked Last Christmas.  It just got a touch annoying when the song played on a constant loop through various shitty phone speakers.  All the time.  Every day.

You weren’t sure what caused it- what earthly force could convince a bunch of college kids to listen to that infernal song so frequently?  What could get them to set Last Christmas to their ringtones?  You were pretty sure most of them hadn’t used ringtones before December.  To put it bluntly- you were confused, tired, and suspicious.  You were also ready to scream.

So you did!

“Holy shit, if I have to hear that fucking song again, I might literally explode.”

Reid looked up at you as you burst into your shared office.  His eyes were wide, as if your pre-loaded rant about Wham’s Last Christmas had caught him off guard.  

If it had, that was honestly on him.  You were only about a week into December, and you had already complained about the thing seventy-six times and counting.  If Spencer didn’t remember that, then his special boy memory powers had clearly failed him.

“Well, you wouldn’t literally explode,” Reid corrected, clearly recovered from his shock, “That’s a common mistake.  You would actually-”

“Reid, stop it before I feed you to the ghost of George Michael.”

He held up his hands in surrender, though a smile played across his lips.  You glared at that little grin as vines of suspicion tangled with the fleshy meat of your brain.

“Did you have something to do with this?”

“Whatever do you mean, Doctor?”

“I mean,” you slammed your hands down on Reid’s desk, “Are you the reason I cannot escape that fucking song?”

He leaned back in his chair, weaving his long, slender fingers together like some fucking anime villain, “And how would I pull that off?”

“Easily.  You’re you, and it’s the perfect crime.  All it would take is the promise of extra credit, and your students would do anything.  You think I haven’t noticed that the student body suddenly loves playing Wham?  Out loud?  Without headphones?”

Spencer’s grin got bigger, “Wow.  I’m sorry that your students have been using technology in a distracting and upsetting manner.  I can’t imagine what that’s like.”

“Spencer Reid, I am going to kill you.  I’m gonna choke you out with Christmas lights.  Seriously.”

He leaned in, “Are you literally going to kill me?”

“Fuck you, Reid.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

You snorted out a laugh, “You wouldn’t survive me, pretty boy.  Now, have you seen the essays my cybercrime class wrote?  They were on my desk.”

“Here-” he said, reaching for one of the desk’s many drawers.  That ended the conversation as the topic drifted to your students and the general category of crime that involved techy-whecy bullshit.  

In the weeks that followed, the volume on Spencer’s prank was turned down.  The students played it less and less, and the campus generally hummed with other holiday themed music until the break hit.  The day after it did, a package arrived on your doorstep.

A lovely vinyl copy of Wham’s Last Christmas.  

You were gonna kill Spencer Reid.

♥ Tags: @icarusignite, @usuallyunlikelyfox, @maraudersforlife2005, @fictionalcomforts, @morgthemagpie, @iiheartbowie, @digitalhearts, @corpsebridenightamare, @ghostatrixx, @reiding-writing, @mywellspringoflife, @80katie, @ms-ks-world, @currentfications, @ilse235, @emagen, @foolishwaitersblog if you asked to be tagged and i forgot, pls let me know!! if you would like to be tagged and aren't, also let me know :D

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x gn!reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #x reader #nightmare academia

[ghosts-cyphera]

Since I'm SO NORMAL about Ghost and what you said about my idea, I can't stop thinking that Ghost wouldn't give reader mask back, actually he would tweak it so it looked like one of his and keep using it. Always using it when you two had some mission together. He would notice how since it happened, reader would always carry an extra mask for him, and OF COURSE it didn't make his heart skip a bit what THE FUCK you on about 🔪.

I imagine that he would be SO conflicted while all of this "get to know" is happening. Everything in him is screaming for him to be the most cold piece of ass so reader would just leave, and he do tries that for a bit after the mask thing happens, but as soon he starts it, he stop it, why? Because he realized it was TOO efective and he didnt like it at all.

All it took was one mean/rude answer from him and reader left him alone like he wanted, or he THOUGHT he wanted, the man watched from afar how you kept talking with the rest of the team and completly ignored him and he was HURT.

But like you said, this man doesnt deal with feelings, so he just pretended nothing happened and went back to talk to you, checking up on you since he doesn't know how to say sorry.

And reader just watched him from afar too, kinda worried that this man really doesnt know how to deal with feelings and wondering what happened to him, but of course they wouldn't dare ask it. Just playing along when he came back.

While the rest of 141 is all like: 👀👀👀🙄😆🙃 watching it all unfold

Link to the first part of this ask 💌

I HEAR YOU, I see you, and I fucking adore you for sharing the same two brain cells with me hahaha.

Seriously, it is not just me who feels only more attracted to Ghost due to his inability to express his emotions, right?

It’s like—I might be a masochist—but the idea of the reader trying so hard to figure out what the hell it is that Ghost wants when every other day he’s giving them the cold shoulder, and every other day he’s checking in on them and telling them a random joke at a slightly inappropriate moment (likely on a stake-out mission or after just having finished sniping someone)—it has me screaming. Oh and he’d totally secretly look at the reader after cracking a joke in hopes to catch a glimpse of their smile because that fucking smile makes his days tremendously better, no matter how much he tries to deny it.

I feel like one day—after yet another moment of Ghost being more distant—the reader would snap and storm to Soap, ranting about how they’re getting fucking whiplash from Ghost’s mood swings, and Soap would sorta just chuckle before going: “y’know it’s because he fuckin’ likes you, right?”

AAAAA can you imagine the fucking mindfuck because while the reader was totally catching feelings for Ghost ever since the whole mask thing happened (fuck, probably even before then because who wouldn’t like a quiet, broody masked man who is fucking hard to approach haha), they genuinely could not tell if Ghost wanted to be their friend or wanted to off them, lol. A healthy mix of both was what they were ready to settle for, but actually hearing Soap say the words was a whole ass spritual awakening.

And suddenly, all the cold shoulders that were followed by Ghost checking in on them made sense. Suddenly the reader begins to notice the way that Ghost would look at them after telling a joke, and the way that he remembers what candybar they like, and how he’d listen to songs that the reader had hummed earlier that week.

WAIT STOP, I can’t breathe hahaha. My chest is doing the thing where it’s swelling with my happiness and excitement and I feel like I’m about to explode.

I’m so ridiculously happy over this hahaha.

#lo answers #hoemine #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost cod x reader #ghost x reader

[holyhead-hufflepuff]

pathways

FRED WEASLEY X READER

"I am more interested in experiencing life than in analyzing it" - will bradley

warnings: none

notes: lol not me writing about how you don't have to follow a set path and I'm willingly and gladly pre-med

"Stop it, Fred Weasley." A laugh escaped your lips and ruined your annoyed facade as the redhead continued to poke your sides. "Quit it! Some of us are attempting to study for our N.E.W.Ts."

Fred flopped back in his chair, a cheeky look smudged his face, and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. "You and every other nerd in this castle. My mum hasn't let up on Georgie and me about studying for these boring tests. What is knowing mooncalf M.O.M classification going to do for my future?"

"XX," you beamed, putting down your quills and scrolls. "Don't take these tests too seriously; they are meant to see how you handle intense, lengthy material. Just like the O.W.Ls but with boomslang. Get it? Because it's a slow-acting poison, and the exams are slowly killing my brain cells."

"No, I didn't because you don't need boomslang to make the potions I care about. I want to make people forget about bad times- not induce blistering in their throats until they chock on their blister pus." 

"Boomslang doesn't do that," you teased, sitting next to Fred and placing your arms around his shoulders. "Nonetheless, I see your point and agree that these exams will do nothing for your future."

Fred shrugged his shoulders, your arms dropping softly. "Do you, though? You, my mum, my family, and all the professors push school onto me. I'm not brilliant like Percy- Merlin, save his soul from the ministry- nor do I have some niche brilliance like Bill and Charlie. I'm a joke. My future is making sure people laugh at my antics and not me." 

You watched Fred and the way his lips pressed together as his eyebrows knit together. He was always soft laughing lines; you forgot how much he'd grown up since the two of you met. You forgot how much of his softness had been sharpened by external pressure and expectations. 

"Do you know what I see when I look at you, Fred Weasley?" 

"Someone who is going to fail all of their N.E.W.Ts?" Fred questioned back, avoiding looking at you. 

"Yes," you laughed, nudging the boy lightly with your shoulder. "I also see the boy who runs to crying, homesick first-years and shows them Whiz-Bangs. Or, the boy who acts "scary" to anyone who likes his sister but would walk through fire to make her laugh when she's heartbroken. Even better, I catch a glimpse of the thirteen-year-old boy who grabbed my hand and ran me down the hall so I wouldn't get blamed for a prank on Filch." 

"Actually, it was George. I just never had the heart to tell you that you got us mixed up," Fred laughed, his cheeks warmed with embarrassment. 

"Nope. You don't need to put yourself down and throw a pity party, Mr. Weasley." You threw your arm back over his shoulders, bringing him in for a side-hug. "If you could see yourself through my point of view, your ego would explode." 

"Please, I always have room for flattery." 

"I'm sure you do." 

"In all seriousness, thank you," Fred whispered, leaning his head on you. "I-I don't know what came over me? I have all this confidence in George and I's plan. We aren't the type of brilliant our mum wants us to be, but we have this dream and all these ideas. I just-my family means everything and my mum has the best intentions. If everyone pushes something at you- maybe it is for the best?" 

"Or, maybe some people aren't supposed to follow the pathway? Don't get me wrong, I will be a ministry drone for years until I get a position in the International Confederation of Wizards. However, I want that for myself. Either way, it's not wrong only if you want it for yourself and not someone else." 

"I wish my parents could hear you right now," Fred chuckled, his shoulders dropping. "I want them to be happy with me being happy." 

"They wanted nothing more than for you to be happy. It just takes parents a while to realize what will make their kids happy." 

"You're too smart to be a ministry drone, you know," Fred smirked, wrapping his arm around your waist and giving you a squeeze. "Too attractive too." 

#harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter imagine #harry potter headcanon #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley fluff #holyhead-hufflepuff

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Salome....the poly AU.........I literally have worms in the brain I CANNOT STOP THINKING ABOUT ITTTT!! When you first posted about it I was like hmmm idk if this is really my cup of tea? I can't imagine Konig being able to share Engel with anyone else.

But then I read it and I??? I short-circuited and died and went to heaven. I'm telling you - literal WORMS in the brain.

I didn't even know this was something I was into till NOW. The idea of two cute girls being equally as obsessed with each other as they are with Konig??? And them all living together as one big happy (and slightly insane) family?? 😭😭😭 And DON'T even get me started on that ask you recently answered about him wanting to knock them both up at the same time 😭😭 my heart (and 🐱) can't handle it.

But listen, I really like the idea of bestie being the love interest from the shy!feral!AU. The idea of Konig (heavy on Konig) and Engel slowly pspspspsing her into a relationship with them is such delicious thought. I'm a SUCKER for slow burns, and Konig having to work EXTRA hard and be EXTRA patient to get her to accept him?? Dudeee. I'm imagining feral!Bestie would already be pretty comfortable with Engel (considering they're both women, are already friends, have similar interests, etc..) but Konig?? Nuh-uh, not yet. I imagine that she's relatively wary about men in general, but Konig's cockiness, energy, and dominating personality makes her even MORE skittish around him. Eventually she'll come around, with Engel's cooing and coaxing + Konig's awkward, yet endearing, courting gestures (plus she wants to see what he's packing in those pants but hey that's not important).

Eventually when she DOES enter a relationship with them, and subsequently, jump into bed with them, I think it's gonna have to happen with baby steps. By baby-steps (maybe not that babyish of a step hehe) I mean it'll probably be her and Engel on the bed, naked, doing all sorts of fun things like touching, kissing, grinding etc BUTTTTTTT the deal is that Konig has to sit in the corner and watch. Like sorry bud, Engels gotta make sure Bestie is acclimated and comfortable first before you can jump in!! You're gonna have to sit this out (for now) >:3 sorryyyyyy!

Granted, I'm not sure how he'd react to such a proposition, considering he's only allowed to be a spectator, but I think the sight of Engel and feral!Bestie kissing/touching/feeling each other up while making eye contact and moaning about how good the other one feels???? Yeah, no, he's gonna pass out and die. How did he simultaneously get both so cursed and so lucky? Of course they're partially doing all this just to tease him, but imagine them upping the stakes and telling him that if he so much as tries to touch/relieve himself they'll stop altogether??

Sorry I know I've already gone on a rant and should wrap it up soon but the thought of Bestie being seated in Engel's lap, legs wide open on display for Konig, being fingered and kissed by Engel? AND THEM BOTH MAKING EYE CONTACT WITH KONIG WHILE DOING IT????? AND HE'S NOT ALLOWED TO TOUCH HIMSELF????

Nope, he's a goner. He's dead. His dick is gonna explode. Hell, I'M dead too.

Sorry for the rant but this AU has seriously bewitched me - mind, body, and soul!!

I have nothing to add, really, just wanted to set this thing free because it's so beautiful and pure 😭😭😭🩷

#answered #poly au #i love you anon #I love it when a ted talk drops into my inbox #I always want to print these out and file them in a special folder with pictures of tiny hearts on it #these are so precious to me

[connectionterminated13]

Do you think any of the sb era characters who ever show up in the fallout au? Like Vanessa, Gregory, and Cassie? I feel like GR Freddy as some sort of mech suit Gregory walks around in would be sorta cool

Oh do I!! Settle in because this is going to be a very very long one

(New Jerusalem and the mormons of Vault 70 are a thing in fallout lore and like the only thing confirmed to be in Utah. Because of that amusing it for my AU lore. Though by the time of Jeremy All of the vault 70 mormons are basically dead or scattered and New jerusalem is in ruins. And yes I know it's from a canceled game and not technically cannon but it's all I've got on Utah okay???)

Vanessa was the illegitimate child of raiders who after their group disbanded abandoned her As a young adult. She spent a couple years in the wasteland until wandering upon the remnants of The Freddy fazbears Pizza Emporium. You see a couple of the less fanatic mormons from vault 70 Stole one of the geck's from the settlement of New Jerusalem as it was collapsing due to infighting. Over the years thanks to the geck Freddy fasbury's was A Great and thriving settlement! Vanessa was able to get a job working as security for some of the higher-ups in the settlement. After a while though She's offered 300 cap to go investigate a abandoned vault... Williams vault... When she gets there she finds the place still stalked with like lots of food, Medical supplies and science junk. She also finds Williams burned dead body, But most importantly next to that body she finds a completely intact computer Of course intrigue she immediately turns the thing on. Then out of nowhere a mask gets shoved on her face. You see this thing was Williams first plan To survive radiation before thinking of putting himself in a suit He had Uploaded a copy of his brain onto the machine which Vanessa had just turned on. Specifically His mind was in the mask that was now attached to Vanessa's face. Of course upon realizing he now inhabited a human body William immediately started freaking out fearing the radiation would consume him, Once he calmed it down he realized something:

Old flesh and blood William had failed, So now it was his duty to shove everyone in the waistland into Suits and Also control those suits to kill all of the violent people were still up on the surface! Vanessa didn't agree with this plan but Since William was now in control of her brain She was forced to do what he said. So once they got back to her settlement Vanessa began to tamper with the old world tech that the people of the settlement hadn't had the know how to mess with, Making new suits and Automatons. And then specifically Luring children into the Suits..

Gregory was one of the kids Vanessa tried to do this too. He lived on the streets in hurricane and often visited the Pizza Emporium To pick pocket and play with the still functioning kid friendly stuff in the Emporium. Being a street boy he was one of Vanessa's first targets until William realized that he wasn't nearly as tainted by radiation as everyone else there. Because Gregory was originally from a vault.... He doesn't exactly remember which one all he knows is his Vault was very far away and it got rated and he was taken away when he was very small. Realizing how important Gregory William immediately tried to take him over impartially succeeded before Gregory escaped using one of the suits it was Glamrock Freddy, Who had been repurposed from one of the old animatronics from the Emporium. Freddy's ai was still functioning so Gregory had just stolen himself a new friend :). The 2 roamed the wasteland for a bit together fighting off the atomatons that kept on coming after them, Until one of them seriously harmed Freddie and Gregory decided to go back to the Emporium to fix him and defeat William.

And so then he does so and frees Vanessa and the 2 of them Join up together and The gack in The Emporium kind of exploded and released radiation everywhere and like completely destroyed the settlement... So the 3 star fam do some serious wandering Looking for any other automatons or anyone trying to continue William's work.

As for Cassie... Her dad was a member of a small contact team stationed at the pizza imporrium By the NCR who had just started to make contact with Utah. (You see due to the automatons and prevalence of like old world technology Produced by Afton robotics and fazbear entertainment the people of Utah are both incredibly good with tech and also very good at violence. Making it a good place for the NCR to like in velvet)

She lived there happily with her dad for a long time and be friended Gregory, Then you know Her dad mysteriously disappeared and she was sent to live in the greater NCR outpost stationed in hurricane. Then she got a message that Gregory her old friend needed her help and she went back to the Emporium and a fallout version of ruin happened. I haven't really figured out what happens after that yet....

Sorry this is so so long :)

#fallout x fnaf au #vanessa fnaf #fnaf vanny #cassie #cassie fnaf #fnaf gregory

[moonchildreads]

small town

Chapter 5 - I've Got a Rock 'n' Roll Heart

IN THIS CHAPTER: A private metal show, talks about college, and Dottie writes a lot of lists [3.2k]

WARNINGS: none

masterlist - prev - next | playlist

Before we go crazy, before we explode There's something about me, baby, you got to know

Wednesday, April 16th - 1986

As the days progressed, Dottie found herself getting into a new yet pleasant routine: saying hi to Mike and Dustin when she got off the bus and saw them parking their bikes outside, waving to her new friends in the hallways, discovering all the classes she was sharing with them and had never noticed until now, switching seats to sit together, having lunch with them, free periods with them. She shared Political Science and Chemistry with Gareth, English Literature and Calculus with Eddie, World History with Jeff, and Home Economics with Donny. Her AP Spanish classroom was next door to Donny’s Italian class, and from her seat in Psychology she could look out the window and see Eddie always running late for his Music Theory class. When she’d get out of AP Research, Gareth would be waiting outside, fresh from his Environmental Studies class, a million complaints on his tongue about how utterly boring and useless every lesson was.

It was strange to think how empty her life at Hawkins had been up until that point, and when the week before her 18th birthday rolled in, she found herself contemplating seriously, for the first time in a long time, that maybe she really wanted to do something to commemorate it. Maybe this time on her birthday she could be surrounded with people her own age, and maybe she’d try her first beer, and maybe, just maybe, she’d finally have pictures with friends to stick to her corkboard instead of only photos with her makeshift family. She was sitting alone at their usual lunch table waiting for everyone to arrive when she glanced at the cold, foggy field through the big cafeteria windows, her eyes settling on the picnic table where Dustin had found her that fateful Friday. Dottie felt the panic build in her stomach at the thought of inviting people to a party and them not showing up. She wasn’t sure if she would be able to handle that level of disappointment. Not again, at least.

Taking a big breath, Dottie ripped a page from the back of her notebook and began making a list.

Looking around at the students milling about in the cafeteria, she tapped her favorite black pen on her lower lip and thought about plans and ideas and the people she wanted to invite. Gareth, of course, he was easily the one person she felt the closest to at the moment. Donny, who she was now regularly trading mixes and cassette tapes with. Dustin, the one who started it all. Would it be weird to invite Erica? Oh, but the younger girl was so much fun to be around, and she put the boys in their place with such an ease. Under the previous list, she workshopped another one.

“Whatchu working on?” Donny asked, dropping into the seat next to hers, startling her from her thoughts.

“It’s nothing,” she hurried to put the paper back in her notebook. “Just- list of chores I gotta get done this week.”

“Boring,” Jeff said, dropping himself alongside Gareth on the chair opposite of hers.

“What are you guys up to today?” she asked, trying to change the topic as Eddie theatrically pushed her chair to the side with a bump of his hip, boxing her between himself and Donny.

“Band practice!” Gareth exclaimed.

“Wait, today?” Dottie was extremely confused.

“Every Wednesday and Saturday, why?”

“You were gonna come over to my house today, dumbass,” his brow furrowed. “The presidential campaign ads report we are supposed to be writing for next week?”

“Fuck, I forgot.”

“Yeah, no shit!”

“Sorry, maybe we can work on it tomorrow?”

“Hold on,” Eddie interrupted, a thought spreading in his brain. “Why don’t you come to band practice? You get a free show and when we’re done, you two can work on your homework and we,” he pointed to Jeff. “-can knock off that bullshit Sociology paper off our backs.”

“You’re really suggesting we form a fucking study group after band practice? You? Who are you and what have you done with Eddie Munson?” Jeff looked at him like he had grown two heads.

“I don’t know about you, man, but this Eddie Munson doesn’t wanna do senior year one more time, okay? I’ll blow my brains out if I have to be here next year after you guys leave.”

The table was silent for a few seconds while everyone considered the idea. It wasn’t that it was a bad plan, but Eddie suggesting a study group wasn’t something anyone had been expecting. It wasn’t that he was stupid, he was just… incredibly lazy and there was little in the world that motivated him to actually put in the work needed for graduation. Apparently things had come to a boiling point for him because this time he was actually not far behind from where he needed to be to get that coveted diploma and finally get the hell out of Hawkins High.

Gareth and Dottie looked at each other, having a silent conversation with their eyes that frankly put Eddie very on edge for a variety of reasons he was not willing to explore at the moment, and finally shrugged at the same time.

“I gotta call my Dad and explain but I don’t think he’ll be too concerned,” she said, and Eddie threw his arm over her shoulders to pull her into a one-sided hug.

“Great! Now that that’s settled, any song requests for us, princess?”

Gareth’s house was a quaint little thing in a lovely cul-de-sac not very far from where Dottie lived. As the pair walked up the street after getting off the school bus, she noticed that he seemed oddly nervous, which in her experience was very unlike him. Trying to get him out of his funk, she bumped her shoulder with his; he gave her a shy smile in return.

“What’s got you so worried?” she asked, hugging her pretty pastel striped folder to her chest.

“Nothing, it’s just… It’s really dumb.”

“I won’t laugh.”

The boy sighed, realizing she wasn’t gonna let it go until she had pried him open like a can as she so often did. These days it seemed no one could keep their secrets from her - just last Friday she’d gotten Mike to admit that he’d had his first serious fight with his girlfriend during Spring break, and she’d given him advice about how to make things right too at the younger boy’s request. There was something about Dottie that felt comfortable, like you could trust her with your problems and she’d try to solve them for you, and when she couldn’t, she would hold your hand while you went through them anyways. He wondered if she had anyone holding hers, or if she’d even let anyone offer to do so.

“Classmates don’t really come over, y’know?” Gareth admitted. “The guys come for band practice twice a week ‘cause I can’t move my drums around but… I’ve never done the whole study group thing. Not since middle school group projects, I guess.”

“To tell you the truth, I’ve never really done it either,” it was his turn to be surprised. “I didn’t have a lot of friends my age growing up, and I was always busy babysitting my cousins while they got together so this study group thing is new to me too. But that’s okay,” she smiled warmly at him. “We can figure it out together. Have the quintessential high school experience and all that.”

“Yeah,” he chuckled lightly. “It’ll be interesting, for sure. Weird that Eddie suggested it. I don’t think I’ve seen him do anything school related in all the years that I’ve known him.”

“Well, maybe we can be a good influence on him. It’d be really cool if we could graduate and go to prom together, right?”

“You wanna go to prom with Eddie?” he teased, the image of the older boy in a formal suit ridiculous to him.

“No, stupid,” she hit him in the arm with her folder, her cheeks a little red. “All of us together, as a group. Hellfire Class of ‘86 or something. It’d be fun.”

“Yeah, good luck convincing him to go. He’s had two senior proms already and only showed up to sell weed in the parking lot.”

“Is that a challenge, Gareth the Great?”

“Not with your odds, Dottie the Darling. He always does what you tell him to do. I’m pretty sure he’d jump off Sattler Quarry if you asked him.”

“Oh, are you saying you wouldn’t? Thought you trusted me, some friend you are,” she joked back, following him up the garage entrance at the back of the house.

At that, Gareth laughed heartily, reaching down to lift the garage door and revealing his setup to her. While he went into the house to get something to drink, she took the opportunity to look around and find a place to watch comfortably; not too near the amplifiers or the drums. She settled her things on an upturned crate of milk lying next to an old lawn chair and looked at the posters and big flag hanging from the walls. Gareth returned with a few cans of soda for everyone and extended one to her.

“Thanks,” she said, watching him get ready to do his thing. “I don’t think I know that band.”

“Which one?” he turned his head, following her pointing finger. “Oh, that’s us. We’re Corroded Coffin.”

“Really,” she stifled a laugh.

“Look, we were kids. It sounded cool.”

“No, definitely. Super cool.”

“Ah, fuck off,” they both laughed.

Dottie sat on a lonely stool that was close to the drums and watched him curiously while he adjusted his seat. She couldn’t play an instrument to save her life, but she had tried to once. Her old cheap acoustic guitar was currently hiding somewhere inside her wardrobe; a sad leftover from a former life where she’d tried to fit in at a huge school by taking guitar lessons for a few months. The summer had come and her teacher had skipped town; she’d never tried to find another one and had never picked the guitar up again. Maybe one day, she kept telling herself, and deep down, some part of her thought she actually might go through with it.

Gareth settled into a comfy rhythm, stretching his fingers and getting into the proper mood, stealing a few glances at her to see if she was enjoying herself. He was pleased to know that she was - Dottie looked at him like this was the most entertaining thing that had happened to her all day, which, to be fair, it probably was. He added a few little flourishes to make her laugh, tapping into his jazz lessons from when he had been barely tall enough to reach the pedals. Soon enough, the rest of the boys arrived in Eddie’s van, blaring some metal song she had never heard before. She helped them unload their gear, making light conversation with Donny as he plugged in his bass and plucked a few notes to get his fingers warm.

“Alright, princess, ready for the show?” Eddie asked, taking his place at his mic to the left, Jeff to his right in the middle of the “stage” with his own mic in front of him.

“Woooo, go Coffin!” she cheered, swinging her legs in the air in front of her from her seat at the stool, now at the front.

The boys launched into a cover of Black Sabbath’s Paranoid and anything that Dottie had been expecting, had to be thrown out of a window immediately. They weren’t just good, they were legitimately great. Donny played his bass with surgical precision, like he had been doing it since the day he was born. Gareth repeatedly made her laugh, shaking his head like he was possessed, never once missing his beat. Jeff had a phenomenal voice; she was only half mad he hadn’t bothered to mention he was this gifted. He exuded a boyish charm she normally didn’t associate with the more reserved teen, but it was a lot of fun to see this side of him proudly displayed for everyone that walked by. And Eddie, Jesus Christ, Eddie. It was like he had been created for the sole purpose of standing on a stage someday. He exhaled music in every breath, he goofed around with Jeff, made faces at Gareth, closed his eyes and tilted his head to the sky while he shredded his six-string. He was a showman, that had been apparent in their D&D sessions but this, this was something else entirely.

As they rolled in and out of different songs, some that she knew, some that she didn’t, she found herself staring more and more at Eddie. Eddie’s hands plucking notes from the strings, Eddie’s hair swinging wildly, Eddie’s legs carrying him around the garage as he engaged in theatrics with the rest of the boys, Eddie’s neck when he threw his head back, Eddie’s voice as he sang backup vocals for Jeff. It was overwhelming, this feeling of seeing him as he truly was for the first time and yet recognizing so many little tics and mannerisms she’d seen every day by now in this incredible performer. Get your shit together, Dorothy, she forced herself to think when they stopped for a break, Gareth passing cans of Dr. Pepper around.

Donny and Eddie were smoking just outside the garage door and while they were distracted, she took the opportunity to praise Jeff copiously. The teen couldn’t stop scratching his neck in a mixture of embarrassment and pride. Gareth slid next to her when Jeff excused himself to go to the bathroom, barely contained energy noticeable by the way he was tapping on his can as he settled on the table next to her.

“So? What d’you think?” he asked, genuinely wanting to hear her opinion.

“Oh my god, G, that was… that was amazing, what the fuck. Why didn’t you tell me you guys were this good?” he shrugged. “And you! Wow, who knew you were hiding all of that under those curls. Remind me again why you don't have a girlfriend.”

“Okay, you’re definitely lying now,” he laughed, taking a sip of his soda. “You gotta come to The Hideout someday, you’d love it.”

“I will, just gotta convince my Dad to let me go out on a school night. After we all graduate and leave for college and shit, you guys gotta play for me when we come back during the breaks or I’ll be really sad.”

“I, um,” he began, a little embarrassed. “I’m not leaving, actually. I’m going to Hawkins Community.”

“Really? What are you gonna do there?”

“Music. Percussion,” he said, like it was obvious. “Money isn’t exactly great right now, y’know. Gretchen’s tuition is really expensive,” he shrugged. “I’ve been thinking about it a lot and my parents agree community college is a good fit for me, for now at least. I was a jazz drummer before all this metal stuff so…”

“Impressive. Try to remember us mortals when people call you the next Ringo Starr, okay?”

“Ah, shut up. I’ll probably end up being a teacher or something boring like that. What are you gonna do?”

“Teaching,” Dottie said with a straight face.

“...you’re fucking with me.”

“I’m not,” she smiled at him. “I’m thinking either Elementary or English. Haven’t really decided yet but I don’t gotta declare until like… my junior year, I think. I’ve got time.”

“Wow,” they sat in silence watching Jeff join Donny and Eddie outside. “Where are you going?”

“Michigan.”

“Michi…” he trailed off before snapping his head back in her direction. “You are the kid that got into UMich with a full ride?” he looked at her like she’d just told him she was a Russian spy.

“That’s me,” Dottie did jazz hands to illustrate. “I applied when I was still in New York, I was Early Admission.”

“Jesus. Talk about remembering us when you’re famous.”

“Yeah, a famous kinder teacher. I’ll be known for my finger painting skills.”

“What are we talking about?” Eddie asked, resting his back against the table Gareth was sitting on.

“College.”

“Ew, boring. Change of topic.”

“You’re the one who interrupted us,” Gareth told him, rolling his eyes.

“Actually…”

The boys looked at Dottie, waiting for her to finish her sentence. She felt a wave of nervousness roll through her entire body, her toes tensing inside her sneakers, her palms clammy. She cleaned them on the back of her jeans and laughed shakily, shifting her weight from foot to foot.

“So… I don’t know if I mentioned this but it’s my birthday on Monday,” she said. “I was thinking that maybe you guys would like to come over? Saturday night?”

“Party time?” Jeff asked, eyes glinting.

“Something like that,” she chuckled. “Just to hang out? Play some games, fun music, pizza, cake. I was thinking of asking everyone else too, even Erica. We can have like a little Hellfire birthday if you’re down. My Dad is super chill and he’s been saying for years now that I can drink my first beer on my 18th birthday so there will be booze. Just, y’know, behave?”

“I’m down!” Gareth declared, and she smiled, happy that she’d been correct in putting his name first under the Yes column on her list.

“Me too!” Donny said, stubbing his cig with his heel and hurrying inside.

“Sure, it’ll be fun,” Jeff said, and Dottie wasn’t entirely too sure if he was telling the truth or not. Probably column it is.

She turned to look at Eddie for his final answer; he was looking at her with an unreadable expression. In a split second, he grinned and raised his soda can above his head.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, darling,” he said, and winked at her from the top of his can as he downed what was left in it. He put it down on the table and looked at the rest of his band. “Come on, let’s get a few more songs in before Gareth’s mom gets home and we gotta hit the textbooks.”

By the time the weekend had started, she’d made Actual Real Solid Plans with her dad about the party and invited the rest of the Hellfire Club during Friday’s session. On Sunday night, basking in her last hours as a 17 year old, Dottie took out the crinkled sheet of paper she’d written her initial attendees list on and made a few changes. It now read:

#bunny writes #small town fic #eddie munson x female character #eddie munson x oc #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson #hellfire club #stranger things 4 #gareth stranger things #jeff stranger things #corroded coffin #eddie munson x reader #joseph quinn #baby's first fic

[girl-next-door-writes]

Well Maybe Just A Half A Drink More

Characters: Steven Grant x Reader

Summary: When the holiday season comes to an end there is adulting to be done, but can Steven convince you to hold off just a little longer?

Word Count: 1159 words

Prompt: #16: A and B argue over the appropriate times to put up and take down holiday decorations

A/N: This is the last Steven Grant fic on my Steven’s Greetings series. I hope you have enjoyed it, and if you have then please reblog. If you didn’t enjoy my ramblings then go about your life and don’t give it a second thought.

It was that time of year once again, the one where nobody is entirely sure what time it is, or what day it is. The time of year that proves time is a social construct which passes at different rates for different people at different moments. The time of the holidays when you really should emerge from your blanket cocoon and take a shower only to discover that you now only have the choice of leggings or sweatpants thanks to your snack consumption levels vs actual meal intake.

“All I’m saying is that they’re up now and they make things look all twinkly and pretty.” Steven hummed over his coffee as he leaned back against the kitchen counter.

“But it’s bad luck!” You whined, leaning next to him, empty cardboard boxes scattered around the floor ready to be filled with the mishmash of holiday decorations you’d accumulated over the last month.

“I thought it was bad luck to take them down too soon.”

“You have to take them down before the twelfth night, which is either the 5th or 6th, I’m not entirely sure which.” The two of you fell into a thoughtful silence, sipping your hot beverages as you surveyed the many random decorations brightening Steven’s place.

“And what happens if you don’t? Do the fairy lights explode and set fire to your house?” He teased, earning him a light slap on his bicep.

“No, but I don’t want a year of bad luck just because we couldn’t be arsed tidying up.” You sighed, feeling no motivation at all to pack away the holidays but knowing it was the ‘grown up’ thing to do.

“Hold up, let me check google.”

“Really? You’re going to google it? What are you putting in there?”

“Wonders of modern technology, love.” He shot you a boyish grin and you couldn’t help but shake your head fondly as he typed and spoke at the same time. “What happens if you and your girlfriend don’t put the Christmas stuff away.”

“You didn’t just type that in!” You laughed, trying to see his phone. Steven simply brushed you off, moving his phone higher and out of your reach as he read from the screen.

“Right, so it says here that if you leave them up past epiphany, whenever that is, you have to keep them up all year to avoid the bad luck. I say we just do that.” He shrugged.

“You seriously think we should keep the Christmas tree up all year?” Your eyebrows raised as you looked at him skeptically.

“I keep my Menorah out all year.”

“Is that even the same?”

“Well, I mean, a Christmas tree isn’t a religious thing so probably not, but doesn’t that just back up my argument? I mean, surely religious symbols are more important than random traditions?” You both knew there was a flaw in his logic somewhere, but the amount of telly you’d consumed over the last few days had dulled your brain and it was difficult to spot, so you took a different course.

“Steven, it’s a two foot tree. All we have to do is take the tinsel off it, unplug it, and put it back in the box.” That would be simple enough, right? It wasn’t like you’d got a real tree. It was a crappy one from the pound shop that you’d bought when you found out he didn’t have one. Not that you wanted to force Christmas on him, it just felt nice to meld both traditions together, like melding the two of you together

“Yeah, but then that table in the corner will look all bare and lonely. It looks so jolly with the tree there. Maybe we could decorate it with other stuff.” He said hopefully, staring at the small tree.

“OR I could buy you a plant to put there.” You reasoned.

“Ah, but then where would we put the plant next Christmas when we put the tree up?” There was a beat of silence where Steven thought he might have actually won that argument, but then he turned his head and saw you staring at him incredulously.

“Seriously? That’s your argument?”

“Okay, what about a compromise?” he proposed, not entirely sure where he was going with this.

“What are you suggesting?” There was quiet once more while he gave this a little thought. What would be a compromise? Something that didn’t require step ladders would be good.

“Hows about we take down the tree, and the tinsel, and the snowflakes because they will not look as good in the summer, but we keep the fairy lights, the paper twisty things and the snowman in Gus’ tank. I think the little guy would miss him too much if we took him away.” Steven watched your expression carefully as you considered the offer, knowing you didn’t want to pack stuff up just as much as he didn’t.

“Right. I will take that compromise because we both know how much of a faff it will be taking down the paper twisty things and the fairy lights.” You nodded before putting down your mug and picking up a box.

“Woah, it’s not epiphany! We can’t take them down now because that will mean bad luck.” Steven grabbed your hand as if you were about to put it into a woodchipper, his dramatics causing you to chuckle. “I think we should just put the boxes away and we’ll do it on the sixth. Got to make sure we don’t end up with a year of bad luck, right?” He grinned, using your own logic against you.

“You’re lucky you’re gorgeous because that sort of sass would get maddening very quickly if you weren’t.” you chuckled, dropping the box back to the floor.

“Right, so now we’ve decided we’re not going to pack up anything today, what do you think about crashing on the sofa and watching Muppets while eating what’s left of the holiday goodies?”

“And right there is the sort of thinking that makes me love you.” You hummed without thinking about your words, words which caused Steven’s brain to seize up for a moment.

“Y-you..?” He stuttered, drawing attention to what you’d said, causing your eyes to widen in panic. It was true, you did love him, but this wasn’t exactly how you wanted to tell him that.

“I mean, I-“

“I love you too.” He cut in quickly, as if the words had been desperate to escape him for a while now.

“Right. Well. That’s good.”

“Yeah. Good.” The two of you stood there for a few moments, just grinning like two fools in love, which was exactly what you were.

“So,” you broke the silence, slipping your hand into Steven’s and leading him towards the sofa, “we watching A Christmas Carol or Treasure Island?”

“Both. Both is good.” And so the two of you spent the rest of the day lost in Muppet movies and each other.

#Steven Grant #Steven Grant x reader #Steven's Greetings #gndw fic

[eta--piscium]

✨️This is an appreciation post for my one and only love @schattensaenger ✨️

The year is about to end and we're still together and going stronger than ever. Yes, we may fight as if we're Tom & Jerry, but at the end of the day, we still make up and love each other even more. We can't even stay mad at each other and ignore each other for more than 20mins. Lol. Even if we're both still kinda grumpy, we still stay on a call together and just casually look at the other and then a few mins later, we start sending kisses to each other and we're okay again. Hahaha. You, my love, is something else.

You are the person that I never knew I needed in my life. *yes I know, it sound cliche but it's true* I have made friends with lots of people but nobody can ever compare to you. The way you love me is so different from everyone else. You don't just love me because I'm your girlfriend, you don't just love me because I'm ur person, ur duo, ur potato, ur annoying potato, ur very sassy and loves to tease u so much gf, you love me for me. You told me and showed me that you love me for who I am. You made me comfortable with myself. You made me feel secure. You made me feel so loved. You love me unconditionally.

Honestly, I once thought to myself back then that the person for me would never come. That maybe I'll just be another person. Maybe I'll just serve as a chapter in someone else's story. But, you came. You proved me wrong. You have taught me many many things in life. You taught me all the ways that I could love and be loved. You taught me that it's okay to be vulnerable, that it's okay to cry, that it's perfectly fine and normal to let myself feel things and just let my emotions out. Not keep them in a jar and store it somewhere until they overflow and explode. You taught me how to be patient. To be more understanding. I thought I was open minded enough but you showed me things that I was keeping a blind eye to. You opened up my mind even more. You made me into a better person. You are the only person that came in my life that made me wanna better myself. You made me wanna be the best version of myself.

I'm sorry if I always push your buttons. It's fun to tease u all the time. heh 😏

Okay but seriously now. I'm sorry for all of the things I have done to you. I'm sorry for making you cry. I'm sorry for being so stupid at times that I just can't understand what I should do. I'm sorry for all of the times that I accidentally make u doubt my love for you. I'm sorry for being a huge pain in the ass for you. You still love me tho heh😏 u like me in ur butt. NOT IN A SEXUAL WAY! HAHAHA

I just want to say that you are loved by me and not just by me but by many other people including our friends too.

I also want to say that I am very very thankful that you exist and that you came into my life. Thank you for existing. Thank you for staying. I love you so so so much.

Thank you for all the help you've ever given me. Thank you for helping me learn many things. Thank you for always being very patient with me. Especially when it comes to coding and math. What can I do, the moment I see numbers and formulas my brain immediately goes to sleep. Hahahah I'm sowwy But seriously, thank you for always finding time to teach my bobo ass how to code and all. Thank you for helping with my homework and projects too!! Speaking of project, you have been the greatest help for this website project of mine. You have done waaaaay more than my groupmates. You basically did the whole entire thing on ur own and you're not even getting graded. I am. But you always want the best for me that's why I can't even stop you becaue you get poopy and be like "UR CLASSMATES WILL JUST RUIN EVERYTHING AND HALF-ASS EVERYTHING!!" Cutie u are. I can't blame you tho bec you really made it so pretty and the suggestions u hear from them are just potato. Lol. But really tho, thank you so much for everything. The fact that you are the one that wants to help me with my schoolwork and u get poopy whenever I don't tell u that I have an assignment or quizzes or whatever, I find that adorable. Because it's just you being you. You love to help people. You love to help me. I adore that. But also because I get to secretly stare at u while u do some of my coding stuff bec you look sooooo stunning and beautiful whenever you're too focused on smth. I love it whenever you're so serious and focused, with ur eyeglasses on and ur hair tied in a bun. Oooooofff my heartttttt.😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️

I hope our love never grows old, I hope that fifty years down the road you are still the face I see when I wake for the day on a cold monday morning. I hope you are the last person I see after one too many drinks and I hope your laugh is the soundtrack to all of my stories. I hope your body is always beside me and I hope my life is spent loving the only one that could ever find me. I hope that every day of the rest our lives are spent loving each other cause not a single thing in this world could ever convince me to love another, and I hope that the love growing between us two is nurtured by all of the days I will spend loving you.

Ps. I'm sorry this took so long for me to post. I really just have so many things I wanna say but felt like words are never enough. Writing this down on my notepad always makes me giddy and emotional. Lowkey crying rn but u can't see. Lol. Oh and I keep rewriting and adding stuff to it too. Hehehe

Pps. I LOVE YOU SO FREAKING MUCH!😘❤️

#prsnl #loml #potat #bunbun #mako #potato #i love you #i love you sooooo much #bisexual #lesbian #lgbt #yearning #wlw yearning

[morgandria]

I’m so tired of having a migraine. I've only had a few cycles like this, where it’s months at a time. It’s just a vast ocean of pain, and you al most wish to be at 5he bottom of it, where the currents are slower and saltwater isn’t slapping your face every five seconds. It’s literally been months I’ve been stuck in this. When they ebb it’s brilliant, but they feel almost unending right now. Days sometimes bleed together. Sometimes I feel it's much like how being tortured with wrenching (where they wrapped a rope tighter and tighter around your head) must have felt. Other times it’s like sticking your head in a particle accelerator. You can’t see what’s destroying you but your brain is coming apart. Yet other times you’re stuck between dimensions or planes of reality and you’re really not meant to exist where that intersection is. Nothing gets perceived correctly. And there’s only so much you can sleep, if you can get there at all.

Throw in auras, puking, vertigo, eyes trying to explode out of your head, sinuses trying to migrate, triggered tension headaches… hell no. I wouldn’t wish this on an enemy. I seriously wish I had a brain tumour instead. At least then I could point to something as a cause instead of waving my hand at the weather vaguely and sighing for the thousandth time. When I lived in the Ottawa valley my migraines were summer beasts, on the storms that blew up the river. When I lived in Peterborough, the winter was the worst. Here between two lakes, it’s just all year round. It’s been nearly 20 years since I moved here, so you’d think I would get used to it. Heh. Not really. Resigned, maybe.

This post comes to you courtesy of my tablet. I can’t sit at my desk long, but I can handle lying in bed with the iPad in dark mode and the brightness turned down for a while. I spend a lot of time listening to video on low volume with the screen covered, unless I can’t handle sound. Most of my migraines badly affect my language center, so any legibility here comes from the autocorrect function. (We won’t get into how that makes me feel as a former English major.)

I’ve had them since childhood, but I think that a nasty concussion in 2011 has made my migraines worse. I don’t bounce back from them so well anymore. I can still push through them and work when I have to, but it has to be very fucking important that I function that day, and it costs me more recovery time than it used to. So I’m only doing that shit 'at utmost need' anymore. I’m bad at resting, I have an overclocked, anxious mind and unfortunately it’s also a mind that never shuts up and is endlessly curious. I feel guilty when I’m not doing -something-. I dread being useless. But I don’t have much choice. I’m unsteady on my feet. I can’t focus on a task. So I sit, and rot, and get more and more frustrated. It’s hard not to go dark places.

Sometimes I say 'Fuck This' and I blast my brain with metal until I can’t stand it. It doesn’t help the headache, but it can improve my mood, and it gives me something to focus on, and through. But those days are rare.

TL;DR? Migraines are a level of vile I wouldn’t wish on anyone. I’m deep in the migraine mines and so tired of digging in the dark. Maybe the weather will stabilize soon and I can get back to relative normalcy.

#personal #migraines

[ihavenosoul12]

OKAY SO i haven't written for gotham/riddler for a few months and i've never written an x reader fic but i wanted to write a thankyou present for @finniestoncrane!! it's a bit late for christmas but i hope you enjoy it.

just got some good old one-sided pining, revenge theft and a brief near murder. the perfect recipe for a reader x riddler oneshot

word count: 2081

also btw i'm doing comms sorry for posting on a christmas present but i really need some cash check out my carrd in my bio ty for even just perceiving it

When you’d dropped out of Metropolis-U and wondered what the hell you were gonna do with the next five years of your life, the one thing you hadn’t considered was whatever the hell Gotham is, or whatever the hell this heist is.

The night sky is briefly littered with green sparkles and that’s your cue. You’d gotten a hell of a lecture from the brains of the operation - that’s what he called himself and glared as you giggled about it - and could probably recite the plan ten times fast to the GCPD if they caught you. If. They kind of suck at their job. After all, they’re too busy chasing down the brains to even notice you sneaking into the club they’re supposed to guard.

Penguin was always a shitty hire; that’s why you’re working with his ex instead. You slink in through an open window (summer in this city was brutal but seriously? It’s like Penguin wants to get robbed) and duck underneath the familiar bar. Ooh, Belvedere, don’t mind if I do, you barely keep yourself from saying out loud as you sneak it into your bag, scanning the rest of the bar for anything else worth taking. The fancy martini glasses are a bit out of your way and you doubt they’ll survive the journey you have to endure before getting to clink them together with your partner. Partner in crime, that is. Though it would be nice-

Shit, a camera, you spot its red glare as it swivels around. Selina needs to be better at her job. Your frustration comes out as flared nostrils and a slump against the bar. Your earpiece wiggles in the flesh of your, well, ear, as Mr Brains speaks: “Where are you?” It’s not concern, it never is with him, but impatience. It’s been maybe a minute but since his bird boyfriend turned archnemesis’ lounge hasn’t exploded yet, he’s sure something’s gone wrong and he’s absolutely fucking certain it’s all your fault. 

“Bar- yes-” you add before he can even think to assume you mean a different bar, “-in the lounge. Cat didn’t do a good job getting rid of the cameras.”

“Oh.” Then he chortles, breaking out into a mad laugh that makes you mad at and for him. “I asked her to leave one.” He has the privilege of an outburst against you but you can’t exactly scream back at him, not without alerting the underpaid security. He also has to be loud otherwise you’d never hear him over the sirens closing in. 

“What?” You hiss, keeping your voice low. “Why the hell-”

“To test you, of course! What’s the point of having a thief who can’t sneak past a itty bitty camera?”

Okay, now you’re just mad at him. “What’s the point of having a thief who can’t steal the thing you’re looking for because you got them in jail?!” He has the audacity to shush you as the sirens on his end get louder and louder, then your other ear picks up on distant sirens closing in and several cars whoosh past the club before the sirens fade out. “Why are you bringing them here?!”

“It’s not by choice, you imbecile.” Such cute pet names he gives you. Truly, what did Penguin see in him? “Lucky you, you have me to make choices- I’ll deactivate the camera from here.”

“I’m not playing into your mind games, Riddler,” you grumble as the red eye glaring around the room begins to blink, trying to keep itself awake- alive. Its last words are a beep dipping down into the lower octaves and the lens drops to face the floor, staring at nothing. You poke your head above the bar - nothing, no one, but you still hesitate on standing straight, checking the rest of the cameras. No red glares, not even the humming whirs of them turning their heads to stare. “That camera probably saw me come in thanks to your little stunt.”

“And? Just means Oswald will definitely notice he’s been robbed.” There’s that laugh again, satisfied at almost jeopardising his mission just to play with his meal. You can imagine with excruciating detail the way his jaw hangs near lopsided and loose, how he’ll eye himself in the rearview mirror and lick his teeth and he won’t even consider how he could have gotten you in trouble. Anything to spite Penguin. “Just get the diamond.”

Rolling your eyes, you vault over the bar - shorter than average to make Penguin less insecure so you barely have to expend effort - and dart across the room to a corner to duck around, maybe pocketing the little things you find along the way. The sirens fade in and fade out again and his manic laughter begins to hurt your ear. “Be quiet or I’m muting you.”

“You will not!” He barks and you almost laugh yourself. Men and their tantrums. He stammers for a reason to keep listening to him - you know the way around the club pretty well, you know where the diamond is, and you can hear the sirens your-goddamn-self. “I’ll activate the cameras!” 

“Then I won’t get the diamond,” you respond coolly. “Or I will and then I’ll sell it.” An evil idea crosses your mind. “Or-”

“No,” he gapes.

“I’ll give it to-”

“Don’t you dare even say it-”

“Cat-”

“That little brat wouldn’t know what to do with it!”

“Maybe Jim Gordon would appreciate it-”

“I hate that goody-two-shoes.”

“Or maybe even back to Penguin.”

“HOW DARE YOU!” It’s not just him screeching, it’s the goddamn tyres too.

“Then don’t turn the cameras on, handsome, and let me have some quiet to think.”

He grumbles like a kid told no cookies before dinner and you’re blessed with some silence as he mutes himself. You sigh, maybe too loud, and from the corner, you scamper to the stairs leading up to where Penguin ‘hides’ the diamond. A generous way to put it; he doesn’t hide the damn thing, he has it in the centre of his room so he can coo over it and brag about it and show it to every poor soul who has the misfortune of talking to him.

“Hiii.” And the other star of the show - Zsasz. Of course he couldn’t take one day off, he’s not even sipping a milkshake. Nope, just a gun in his hand, which you are currently lacking. “Here for the diamond? That’s not yours.”

You cough to the speaker to get Riddler’s attention - these days it’s noticeably sparse but thank God it works, he groans at you but you speak over him. “Well, Zsasz, it will be mine soon enough. When I steal it.”

“Zsasz is there?” Panic begins to lace his tone and you can hear the squeaking leather of 'his' car. “That bastard…”

Zsasz raises his gun toward your ear. “Cute earring, I’ll have that.”

“Tradesies?” You try. “Diamond for the earpiece.”

“Haha,” he doesn’t actually laugh. “No.” His eyes flicker to his empty hand, he's noticed the lack of milkshake and he clearly wants one. You, on the other hand, want to live so you take his lapse in focus as an opportunity to run. Not into a safe corner, that'd be smart, but you near tackle the diamond, smashing its casing on the floor but catching the jewel in your hand, all in the blink of an eye. 

Your stunt startles Zsasz; his finger too as it tugs prematurely at the trigger and even he, skilled marksman as he is, can't aim quick to redirect it. It fires into a wall and he swears. Definitely coming out of his pay. He won't make that mistake again, his eyes stiffen and this time he swivels around to you. You're still on the ground from your tackle, glass shards crunch below your clothes and definitely cut into it so it's an easy shot for him. You're staring right down the barrel of his gun. 

"Wait, wait, don't shoot!" You plea, holding your hands - and the diamond - up in surrender. "Come on, Victor, we used to work together! You like me! We're friends!" Yeah it's all total bullshit but it's total bullshit that's stalling for time - Zsasz can't help but humour you; he tilts his head back and forth, his eyes look up at the ceiling, puckering his lips in pretend thought, he even waves the gun slightly, only returning it into position when the glass shifts under you. 

"I've worked with a lot of people," he shuts you down. Your terrified gulp is for show but he cracks a little smile at it. "Sorry."

"You will be." It's not you saying it, you're really not in position to make threats, but it isn't a new voice either. In fact, he's been here all along in your ear - but now he's getting his hands dirty. The Riddler stands in the doorway, his own gun in his hand pointed at Zsasz who slowly turns his gaze. Too slow to fire back against the gunshot but quick enough to notice it and lurch out the way enough that it only hits his shoulder. Riddler uses his long legs to both of your benefits as he makes it to you in half the amount of steps you had to take, then he yanks you to just about on your feet before he runs out the room with you in tow. 

"You saved me!" You gape. 

Of course he has to correct you and ruin the moment: "I saved the diamond." Nevertheless, he doesn't do the much simpler task of prying it from your fingers and leaving you to die but you already know he'll blame that on Zsasz definitely targeting him. ("I'm Oswald's rivalllll," he'll say, though you add the whiny tone in your head. "He'll be under strict orders to capture meeee. He doesn't care about some nobody who worked on his bar!") Whatever excuse he gives later, you'll currently take as a kind gesture and only that. Don't go getting your hopes up - that's how you became a dropout.

He doesn't stop running until he gets back to 'his' car. Sleek, black, new and understandable why it was his target. Probably a Wayne make, you haven't lived in Gotham long enough to know the ins and outs of Wayne and you're definitely not in his marketing team's demographic. Maybe, in another life, Riddler could have been, because the car suits him as he sits down behind the wheel and drives. 

One hand on the wheel, he plucks the diamond from your hands. "Keep us on the road," he commands as he inspects it instead of driving, taking his one hand off. You lean over him, only briefly able to glower at him before having to watch the road. His legs awkwardly shift under your stomach and chest, almost anxiously but you're probably making that up in your head. When he presses his thighs (not that there's much of them) together however you reconsider calling yourself delusional. 

Suddenly the diamond is thrown at the window, then the window is rolled down and the diamond is finally thrown out of it. You let go of the wheel immediately and he lurches forward to take it, steaming angrily. So are you. "What the hell?! I almost died for that!" 

"It's a fake," he mumbles bitterly. "Oswald's hidden the real one. He wanted my attention and he got it. He thinks he's so smart."

"I almost died for a fake diamond! You're supposed to be the brains here!" You put your hand on his skinny thigh and squeezed tight in frustration like he was a stress ball. He didn't bat your hand away. He did however roll his eyes and ignore you. "Just forget Penguin, you're just toying with each other to no end. You make schemes, he outwits them, he makes schemes, you outwit them." You desperately wanted to squeeze his thigh, touch his cheek, and be a comfort to him, to run your hand down further and not have a gun in your face. You wanted him to meet your eyes, never mind if there was oncoming traffic, and want for you. 

"I'm not giving up. I won't back down- won't give him that satisfaction. I'll get him. One day I'll really get him." 

Removing your hand from his thigh, you set it in your lap and gaze out the window to force yourself to an understanding: you'll never really get him. 

#gotham #gotham riddler #edward nygma #riddler x reader #riddler x you #gotham riddler x reader #edward nygma x reader #edward nygma x you #gotham fanfic #writing #my writing

[xerith-42]

Aphverse Ask!

Taken from @mye-chi I had a ton of fun with this!!

01. how were you first introduced to aphmau?

My first introduction to Aphmau was (unfortunately), from her appearing in someone else's video, probably a Do Not Laugh.

02. favorite main character, side-character, ship, and villain?

I'm going to go with Minecraft Diaries for most of my answers bc that's the series I'm really fixated on. Favorite MC is Laurance, favorite side character is Castor, favorite ship is Laurance X Table, and my favorite villain is Zane (there's literally no competition he's better than everyone else)

03. which characters do you think deserve better? which characters do you think deserve less?

Laurance deserves SO MUCH BETTER! Also My Street Blaze deserves better, both of my boys were done absolutely dirty. I know this is popular opinion, but Aaron deserves less. He frequently got in the way of other characters arcs because he got so much focus in both series.

04. what are your favorite episodes/scenes?

I don't remember episodes very well, but the scene of Laurance confessing after he gets out of the Nether is permanently burned into my memory. Shortly followed by the entire scene at the end of Season 1 in the Irene Dimension, that whole sequence was just *chefs kiss*

05. favorite minor character? like barely a fraction of the fandom acknowledges them but you adore them?

I will forever die on the hill of Katelyn's brother Kasey being an absolute sweetheart who deserves the entire world. He has maybe 20 minutes of screen time in total and I would end reality for him.

06. what are your favorite and least favorite skins?

Ooh, I'm a really big fan of Nicole's skin, especially after the time skip in season 2. I think my least favorite is probably most of Aphmau's skins where she isn't wearing a dress. Her outfits just are not it.

07. best dynamic in the series? like, whenever these characters are onscreen your brain just explodes?

Me literally anytime Vincent and Laurance are on screen together. I seriously would watch an entire series of Vincent and Laurance talking about Shadow Knight stuff, love, Cadenza, Meteli, whatever they want to talk about, I want to hear it.

08. alternatively, what's a dynamic you really want to see in canon?

I'm kind of upset by the lack of friendly rivalries in the series. There was some of it in Phoenix Drop High, but I feel like most rivals in the series take themselves too seriously. I just want Blaze and Aaron to have a very goofy friendly rivalry where Blaze keeps trying to "overthrow him" and they just get into wrestling matches together.

09. personal bias aside, who do you think is the best written character and why? 

This is a hard question to answer because they're all written badly at some point or another, but I think Dante is the most consistent. Like I can't think of a scene where Dante does something and I went "Dante would never do that", which I can't say for most characters.

10. what is your ideal ending for the series?

For Minecraft Diaries, it's either the tragedy ending where Shad wins and takes over the entire overworld and everyone gets turned into shadow knights, or Laurance's rebellion actually works and he's able to successfully quell the calling and go back to the life he deserves to have with Garroth. For My Street it's ending with Season 2 because My Street peaked at Season 2, I don't know why they bothered to make more of it. (Season 3 is fine I just really like Season 2 agsgfhfh)

11. do you have a rewrite, character reinterpretations/redesigns, or any aus? if so, is there anything you'd like to talk about or snippets you want to share? 

Hooo boy do I! It's not that big of a deal, it's only OVER 300k WORDS (which is double the length of the fucking Iliad). The main idea is essentially me writing Minecraft Diaries but I inserted a single OC just to see how much she would shake up the series and oh my Irene does she shake up the series. My favorite thing she does is that she's a catfolk that's from Tu'la, so Tu'la, Mephina, and the lore around those subjects gets focus from early on in the story instead of showing up out of nowhere in Season 2 with little consequence.

I keep wanting to share this story but I'm still very bad and awkward about sharing OC stuff so like... I don't. (Please tell me if you would be into reading bits of it I need validation)

12. which roleplay, excluding minecraft diaries and mystreet, is your favorite? (my inner demons, mod mod world, meteora valley, etc.)

Definitely My Inner Demons. It's a bunch of silly self-indulgent nonsense that's incredibly padded and infuriates me sometimes, but Leif is one of the best characters to ever exist and MID is better than almost everything Aphmau has written for that reason alone.

13. have your sentiments towards any characters/ships changed over time? (for instance, you didn't care for them at all but now you're obsessed with them, or you used to love them but it's faded over time.)

I remember really liking Aarmau as a kid, but my mood on that ship has definitely soured over time. However, my love for Garrance and literally any other gay ship in this series has only grown. Shout out to the ship of Nana and Katelyn, I literally adore it so much.

14. if you could choose an opening and ending theme for the series, what would it be?

Uhm... I don't actually know. Like, I'm tempted to say Faster Car really was the perfect intro for My Street, especially in Season 2 (the best season), and MCD shouldn't really have an intro if you ask me. As for ending themes, always the classic Call Me Baby by HeatlyBros, that ending just holds such a vibe that I can't really explain but it captures the sound of Aphmau series very well.

15. alternatively, if you could choose a theme song/ost for your favorite character, what would it be?

MCD Laurance is literally Curses by The Crane Wives, followed shortly by The Moon Will Sing also by The Crane Wives.

16. favorite blogs, artists, and writers?

Ashdgfdf I've been here for like a week and a half and I don't know anyone's names I just think everyone here is neat. Shout out to @laurencezvahlslefteyebrow though, their Laurance's Choice rewrite hurt me.

17. any headcanons you're attached to?

In an aphverse server I'm in we discussed the headcanon of Shadow Knights having doll like qualities to them (like Gene having a cracked porcelain doll face, or Laurance sometimes acting like a lifeless doll when he spaces out for too long) and literally every time I think about that headcanon I make it progressively worse in the best way possible. I'll probably make a full post about it at some point because it's living in my head rent free.

18. is there anything about the fandom you dislike?

A lot of my issues with the fandom is just lingering trauma from those truly feral early days when I was active back in the mid to late twenty tens. Nowadays I think my only complaint is that I don't see enough Blaze content. We need more Blaze content.

19. which character would you like to cosplay as?

Travis probably. Either that or Blaze.

20. you can only change one plotline in the entire canon—what would it be and how would you alter it?

I would completely alter how Aaron was handled in Diaries. I truly think he had so much potential, but his character got boiled down to just being Aph's love interest. I would have him have more interactions with characters that aren't Aph, showing new fascets of his personality, such as seeing him give advice to Cadenza about being a young Lord, or training Travis in combat and lecturing him about how to properly utilize his different strengths and weaknesses, showing how observant and calculated Aaron is.

And also I would completely rewrite Season 2 Episode 95 (which I've done twice now)

21. have you ever had a crush on any of the characters? (and do you still have one?)

...I've had... A few... (looks at like literally almost the entire cast of MCD and MID) But I have totally moved on from all of those and I definitely don't daydream about any of them, especially Laurance or Blaze anymore. I am. Normal.

22. who's the character that you most identify with and why?

Blaze because I too am a pansexual, polyamorous, head-empty stoner who really likes Garroth's thighs and thinks Dottie is cute.

23. you get to design an official aphmau game! assuming money or time wasn't an issue, what would that look like? (for example, a visual novel, TTRPG, fighting game, etc.)

I would LOVE to make an MCD themed TTRPG!! Like, I might actually make one where you can drop any of your characters into a sandbox-ish version of the world and get to explore Ru'aun and the lore of the Relics, or the political warfare of the world, or maybe you just commit war crimes idk. I just think it'd be fun.

24. if you could design your own line of merch, assuming money or time wasn't an issue, what would you choose?

An entire line of plushies of the characters in a similar vibe to what Youtooz plushies look like. Variations for characters who exist in both universes, and if they're a Shadow Knight, Relic holder, demon or have any other alternate forms they also get plushies of these forms. Imagine a little chibi angry SK Laurance I would literally cry

25. aphmau got a cafe collaboration! what food/drink do you think your favorite characters would be?

Blaze is like a very caffeinated energy drink that doesn't look like it should be real, Garroth is a very classic kind of iced latte with the faint taste of lavender, Laurance is a sugary coffee drink that tastes like you melted vanilla ice cream into a hot cup of coffee, Travis is also a brightly colored energy drink but specifically like a frozen slushie version of said drink.

26. you're tasked with writing an official side story/spin-off roleplay (like void paradox, mermaid tale, upside-down story, etc), what would that look like?

My Street but instead of giving it a plot related to Diaries, it's really just a goofy slice of life series and each mini-arc focuses on different characters living their lives from their perspective, probably starting around Season 3. Just My Street but it doesn't take itself seriously and also everyone is gay.

27. what's something really interesting that you wished canon decided to explore more? alternatively, what's something interesting that you wished the fandom acknowledged more?

I really wish that Diaries focused more on the agony of relic holders and how it effects their lives in different ways. Like, where's the existential crisis because you're starting to lose your sense of self as you bond with the relic and become more and more like its previous holder instead of yourself? As for the fandom, I wish we acknowledged Blaze more.

28. if you could ask jess one question about the series and receive a direct answer, what would it be? 

What the actual fuck were you thinking while writing, recording, editing, and publishing Minecraft Diaries Season 2 Episode 95?

29. any general unpopular opinions?

My Street Zane is mid.

30. freebie!

If I could get a second question answered from Jess, the second question would be: Why did you queer bait the most popular gay ship in your fandom if you knew that one of the characters would get written out of the series and never acknowledge it? I know why but I'd love to hear her try to justify it.

[beevean]

Let Go

AU where Eggman’s base isn’t falling apart during the Sonic vs. Surge fight, but she is.

(or: Sonic actually being nice to Surge wasn’t included in her programming)

Warnings: sporadic swearing, violent thoughts, self-loathing/borderline suicidial thoughts.

I put all the changes from canon in the notes.

AO3 link: here.

 “You can’t let Sonic the Hedgehog roam free. He is a manipulative gaslighter, who has the whole world wrapped around his little finger. He will look down on you and pretend to feel sorry for you, but don’t be fooled: his only priority is himself and his amusement. He’ll pretend to offer choices to people, but he only wants them to do what he wants. He’s a hypocrite who has no respect for anyone. He’s not worthy to be called a ‘hero’. You have to stop him.”

“Wow, doc, this Sonic sure sounds like a jerk. Guess I have some competition, haha!”

~

“All I have is this! And ‘this’ is nothing! I’m nobody! I-I-I’m just a knockoff! Everything I want – that I think I want – is a lie!”

And yet it was that same lie that kept Surge going, the reason she didn’t jump off the first building she could find after finding out the truth about herself. (that, and she didn’t care to test just how enhanced her healing powers were.)

She had no idea who Sonic was, she could barely tell how he looked like. She only knew that he was a self-righteous bastard pretending to be a hero, and he was free to do as he pleased without a care in the world, and people worshipped him, and she wouldn’t be able to rest until she beat his life out of his stupid face.

Who cared if it was true or not? Did it matter if they were the artificial thoughts of a knockoff?

(The number on the doctor’s tape was burned in her brain: it took 232 sessions with that stupid Hypno Glove until she could say with confidence that she hated Sonic. Maybe she had always been stubborn, even before the platypus played with her braincells.)

Sonic deserved to feel the same pain and despair Surge was drowning in.

What did he do to deserve to be free and loved anyway?

~

SLAM!

The sound of Sonic’s spine hitting the metal fencing was music to her ears.

He groaned and rubbed his side. “Excuse me, and you would be…?”

Finally, she had him in her grasp. The cause of her pain. The idiot she was forced to resemble. Sonic the Hedgehog, looking as dumb as she imagined him.

“I’m Surge the Tenrec. And it’s all your fault I was made!” She pointed an electrified finger at him. “You useless excuse of a ‘hero’! Why didn’t you kill the doctor when you had the chance, huh? Too afraid of sullying your perfect little hands??”

Sonic just smiled, he smiled in her face, that arrogant little bastard. “Heh, that Eggman just refuses to die, no matter what I throw at him!” he quipped.

“Not him, I don’t care about him! The other one! Starlame!”

“Starline? The Eggman fanboy?” Sonic narrowed his eyes, daring to look confused. “I barely even met the guy! I thought he died under an avalanche he caused! How was I supposed to know that he’d come back and play mad scientist?”

“Then you were lazy!” she retorted without missing a beat. She knocked her fists together, making sparks fly in Sonic’s face. “Just roll over and let me replace you! I won’t be weak like you! Your speed of sound can’t compete with my speed of light!”

“Prove it,” he smirked.

A storm descended upon the battlefield.

~

Surge exploded. Every step, every jump, every Spin Dash rumbled like thunder, and was as bright as lightning. She was everywhere at the same time, she was power, she was fury.

Sonic, on the other hand, danced. Silent, effortless, focused, completely in his element, like a gust of wind you couldn’t see but you could feel on your skin. He dodged every attack of hers with such grace that it pissed her off. He wasn’t taking this seriously. He wasn’t taking her seriously. 

Of course. Surge wasted months racing in neatly prepared circuits, controlled environments. Sonic had been a hero in the real world for years. She may have been more powerful… but he had a better idea of what he was doing.

Sonic was the entire reason her life was torn apart. Surge was just yet another nuisance for him.

Oh, but she’ll show him, she will show him alright that she wasn’t to be underestimated! She would take that grin, and crack it, and fry his useless brain into mush

like mine was and what did i do to deserve it and if i can’t have my thoughts back then you shouldn’t be able to think at all

But for every punch Surge would throw at Sonic, he responded with a kick; their Spin forms clashed, sending sparks everywhere; her body would ache in waves, trying to heal as quickly as possible from the hits, while Sonic simply wiped the sweat off his brow.

“It’s been a while since I’ve fought like this! You’re pretty strong, lady!”

Was he having fun? Was he making fun of her??

“You wanna see strong? You ain’t seen nothing yet!” Surge yelled all the rage she had in her lungs, and lunged at him, electricity propelling and enveloping her. But before she could stop in her tracks, Sonic did a breakdancing move that ended with a kick that sent her in the air; before she could reorient himself, a strong blow to her head sent her face to the ground.

As if her head hadn’t been scrambled enough already…

Surge rose to her hands and knees, her vision swimming and pulsating.

“Geez, you can’t even take a compliment? Yeah, I get it, you hate me and want to destroy me.” That odious voice was now coming from above her. Surge lifted her head, and there he was, perched on rubble, arms tightly crossed on his chest and a neutral, almost bored expression. Look at him, looking down on her like she wasn’t even worth his time, just to rub it in her face that he was superior. Oh, how she wanted to climb there, drag him down by his quills and yank them out of his skull…

Sonic cocked his head on the side. “I don’t know what your deal is, but it seems like that Starline guy is the one who hurt you, right? But instead of going after him, you’re focusing on me, and I haven’t even done anything to you. Why? Usually people who have beef with me have been tricked…”

Why.

why why why why why

Surge hated that word, hated that question, she didn’t want to think, thinking led to pain and tears and her brain getting melted and reshaped…

Electricity crackled all over her, raising her fur. She rose to her feet and she cried the one truth she didn’t want to admit:

“I DON’T KNOW!!” 

The weight of her outburst hit her in the gut like one of Sonic’s kicks. She didn’t know what she was doing, she was hitting and punching and kicking and screaming because that was all she was good for, that was what she was designed for, and it wasn’t like she could know who she really was under all the robotics implanted in her and the code shoved in her brain and the trauma she was forced to forget.

“I want to kill you, I need to, it won’t– it won’t leave my head!” she sobbed - no she didn’t, she yelled, she was angry, just angry, that was the only emotion she could feel. “I don’t care about why anymore, I just know that I need to! I won’t be happy until I see you and that quack doctor dead! Then I’ll be free!”

Sonic raised his eyebrows.

“Free from what?”

“From… from… from you! From me! From whoever I am!”

“I don’t think it works like that.”

“Good thing I couldn’t care less about what you think!”

“That’s fair, but I still don’t understand.”

“Doesn’t matter. Shut up.”

“How do you know…” 

“Shut up!”

“... that taking me out would make you happy? I know a guy who had thoughts put into his head – let me guess, Starline did the same to you, right? That's why you’re out for his blood.” He wrinkled his nose. “I don’t blame you: that’s disgusting.” 

Surge stared at him, stunned despite her will. Huh, maybe he wasn’t a complete moron. 

Sonic hopped from the rock, almost… crestfallen? “Listening to those fake thoughts... would only lead to fake happiness and freedom,” he said in a soft tone. “That sounds sadder than whatever you’re feeling right now.”

Those simple words crushed Surge.

Would she never be happy?

Was she destined to stay like that? Broken and useless and angry at everything and nothing? Until she died, assuming that she could?

No don’t listen to him, he just– he just–

He scratched his nose and looked to the side. “I don't have a solution for your problem, but maybe you should try to find yourself again – or reinvent yourself! You know that you don’t really want what you think you want, so—”

“SHUT UP!!!”

Thunder and lightning rained all around her, and squashed her stupid thoughts; no time to mope, she wouldn’t leave that room until Sonic was left rotting in a corner. She jumped and kicked at him; Sonic sighed, took her leg and swung her on the ground.

“Orrrr we could keep this up all day. Your choice.”

Surge rose again, blinded with rage, only Sonic in her sight.

I hate you I hate you I hate you, I will never stop hating you, this is me now

this is all I have left

i won’t let it be taken away from me

~

Good thing the doctor didn’t install vertigo in her brain, because had she been a normal person, the pitch black of the pit she was dangling over would have made her sick.

This couldn’t be it. She couldn’t lose in such a pathetic way before grinding the heads of the idiots who took everything from her! If only she could reach the edge of the pit… but it was too high up, and the metal slid off her fingertips…

“Surge!” 

Oh, fuck no. Not him!

The blue loser appeared in her vision, eyes wide like saucers. He looked ridiculous.

“Take my hand, quick!”

What? “No!” She waved her own electrified hand. “Do you think I’m this dumb?”

“Surge, I’m not going to hurt you, I want to help you!”

“I don’t care! Get it through your thick skull – I don’t want your help!”

“You’re going to die!”

“So what? What, aren’t you going to give me the freedom to die like the good hero you are?” she sneered. Hypocrite.

Something resembling a frown passed onto Sonic’s face, yes go away, give up, give up for once, give up on me like everyone did

But instead he pushed himself further, stretching his arm like he wanted to tear it off his body. What was he doing?

My life isn’t worth this much effort.

She laughed, her voice coming off shriller than she wanted. “If-if you rescue me like I’m some sort of princess, I’ll… I’ll beat you so hard that your little friend won’t be able to recognize you. You can stick your ‘mercy’ up your ass. You hear me?” She made sure to show her fangs for good measure.

Sonic just looked at her, then shrugged. He was even dumber than she thought.

“Almost… there…”

His whole body was almost upside down, and Surge wanted to step back, she couldn’t have him so close to her, but her fingers were already getting sore around the metal girder and she couldn’t move a muscle.

“You dumbass!” she shouted. “You’re about to fall! And for what? Don’t you dare die in this lame way, I have to be the one putting you in your grave!”

He was ignoring her now, how he wasn’t toppling over she had no idea, his fingers were now too close to hers, almost brushing hers, she couldn’t move…

no don’t touch me

get away from me

if you do

if you go all this way for me

i’d rather

Sonic grabbed her hand.

“I gotcha!” he grinned.

ZAP!

A yelp, and Surge was let go.

“Last hit, I win,” she mumbled, before falling down.

Her name almost reached her before the bellowing of the wind drowned everything.

Surge felt numb, only vaguely aware of her clothes and quills fluttering all around her. Heh, guess she’d discover soon the extent of her regenerative powers. Nothing to worry about. If she survived, she’d decide what to do next; if she didn’t, welp, nothing of value would be lost.

Her throat hurt. She comforted herself remembering the horror that she managed to glimpse on the faker boy’s face. Yes! She made him suffer, just a little, like he deserved.

why does he?

It didn’t matter. His pain made her a little happier and that was what counted.

She blinked rapidly. Why was her vision so blurry?

What are you doing? Stop it! Sonic isn’t a crybaby, is he? And I’m better than him!

Her confused thoughts circled back to the only truth in her fake mind: it was all his fault. That good-for-nothing, pathetic, self-absorbed, egomaniac goody-two-shoes. He made her sick to her stomach. 

She was disgusted at the pity on his face, as if she was a poor thing to feel sorry for, he was supposed to be terrified of her, to beg for mercy as she crushed his head under her shoe, not treat her as a charity project.

She was disgusted at the thought of being indebted to him, of him lording his superiority over her, never, she’d never give him the satisfaction, she was better than him.

And most of all, she was disgusted at the idea that he might have actually cared about her.

Yeah, as if. Who would care about a knockoff? Only that Drippy does, and he had to have his personality wiped out. That jerk just wanted to feel good about himself and how much of a selfless noble hero he is. Yuck. And people love the real deal.

But the compassion in Sonic's eyes only left Surge’s mind when her body slammed onto the metal below.

#sonic the hedgehog #surge the tenrec #idw sonic #beev's writing #obligatory 'i'm not a writer' disclaimer #nobody: #surge: !!!!!!!!!!!! #surge is not my fave but her pov is very intriguing #her surface personality is shallow enough that it's hard to write her ooc #but there's more bubbling under it #she's also both self aware and an unreliable narrator #i tried my hand at at least implying some fighting and welp #maybe one day i'll tackle the inherent fuckedupness of kit being programmed to not have his own identity #but it's too creepy even for me

[krisapparently]

1. "I know it's winter, but you don't have to act so cold!" (Kaveh/Alhaitham)

DISCLAIMER: take this however you like romantic or platonic idc I'm just here to write

▪︎ 556 words because I wrote this at 2am and I'm slepy

▪︎umm cw// cursing and this is fluff i think

▪︎this is boring tbh it's just them fighting and complaining

▪︎I did not proofread who does that lol

"It's so cold here! My face feels so dry and flaky.." Kaveh complained while walking through the night streets with none other than his roommate, Alhaitham.

"You insisted on coming here for the holidays. Deal with it." "Hey, I know it's winter, but you don't have to act so cold!" The blonde rolled his eyes before he blowing and rubbing his frosty hands together.

"I'm not 'cold.' I'm simply stating the obvious. As a matter of fact, this weather is perfectly fine."

"Fine?! What part of this weather is fine?! We are out in the dark, brutal, cold, shivering, lonely, night and in addition, we come from a hot, dry region for fuck's sake!"

"It's not my fault that you aren't used to the cold. Maybe you should go out more instead of shutting yourself in either hammering on your never-ending projects or drinking."

Wherever they are, Kaveh and Alhaitham were always bound to argue about even the smallest, irrelevant thing you could think of. Some would say they're like cats and dogs. Others would say they're like oil and water. But despite their attitudes against each other on the surface, people who really knew them would know that deep down.. they truly care for each other. It was just a matter of Kaveh's anger issues and Alhaitham's bluntness.

"You- It's only because I- Ugh. Whatever. I'm tired of fighting with you." Kaveh crossed his arms as he seemingly walks a bit faster. "Let's just go home and get this over with. I'm freezing my nails off right now."

Alhaitham noticed his change of speed and quickened his pace to catch up with him. He unwrapped his scarf and handed it over to Kaveh. "Here."

"What? I don't need that-" "You clearly do."

Kaveh still felt a bit grumpy but took it anyways and mumbled. "Thanks.. I guess.."

It was a silent but somehow a rather comforting walk. Kaveh glances over at the taller, half-amazed at how he handled the temperature well, but also noticed his slightly rosy cheeks. "Hey, aren't you cold? I mean, I know you're used to it or whatever but you seem like you're still freezing.."

Alhaitham met his gaze and replied, "I would be lying if I said it's colder now but it's not that big of a deal. I'd rather freeze my brains off than hear you complain anyways."

"Tsk, you seriously-!"

"And also, I don't want you to get sick."

Kaveh's eyes slightly widened. He sometimes forgot that even when they get into disputes, Alhaitham was still someone who cared about him. "I-I see.. you didn't really have to though."

"No, I had to. Otherwise, you'd be complaining about being sick."

"I don't complain that much, shut up!"

Alhaitham lifts his eyebrows. "Really now? There was one time you complained about the rain wetting your laundry again even though I had already informed you beforehand that it'd rain that day. There was another time you complained about how hot the weather was, oh unironically like how you're complaining about how cold it is now. And on another-"

"OKAY OKAY SHUT UP FINE I COMPLAIN A LOT, HAPPY?" the architect explodes.

"No, I'm not necessarily happy with your complaints-"

Alhaitham pauses as he noticed Kaveh brisk walking away from him while he also flips him off.

"Heh, typical." The Akademiya's scribe sighs as he watches Kaveh fade into the distance.

#genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin scenarios #genshin kaveh #alhaitham #genshin alhaitham #kaveh #kavehaitham #genshin #sumeru #fluff #genshin fluff #fanfic #fandom

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Wheel of Writing - Day 6

Prompt: “You come here often?” “Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’.” Pairing: Frankie Morales x f!reader

You should write a book. 

101 Bad Pick-Up Lines: Life Behind a Bar.

Every weekend, without fail, you got at least one drunken idiot leaning up against your bar trying out what he certainly thought was a certified-gold pick-up line. More than one on a busy weekend. You’d counted thirteen on a weekend with a highly-anticipated sports event.

You didn’t remember what sport it was, working in a bar meant they all blended together eventually.

Tonight you were already going on three as a blond man sauntered up to the bar, just enough drinks in to bolster his confidence. You’d served all four of the men at his table, three different brands of beer and a handful of different shots, and they all seemed nice enough. You’d been able to feel their eyes on your several times tonight, so it wasn’t a surprise that one of them finally worked up the courage.

He leaned on his forearms on the bar, waiting patiently as you poured a drink for another patron before making your way to him. 

“You come here often?” Okay, maybe more thank just enough drinks. Either that or there was definitely more beauty than brains there.

You stomped down a smirk, putting on your best customer-service smile.

“Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say yes.” You watch the grin slowly slide off his face as his friends explode into laughter, and a quick glance towards their table shows the other blond man snagging a wad of bills from one of the other men.

You turn back to the apparent victim of a drunken bet, softening your smile a little. “Do you want another beer?”

Silence for a moment, and then, “No, ma’am.”

He hung his head, trudging back to his laughing friends.

A moment later you're turned with your back to the bar counter when you hear someone clear their throat behind you. You turn to see one of the other men from the table, a wide grin on his face. He stuffs some money in your tip jar and hooks a thumb back at the table behind him.

"For putting up with Benny. And us, I suppose, since we convinced his drunk ass the line would actually work."

You raise an eyebrow at him, softening the expression with a slight smile. "Do you often set your friends up for obvious failure?"

He shrugs, glancing back at the table where one of the men has his hand on Benny's shoulder, the latter staring at the table dejectedly. "No, only the ones that spend the whole night bragging about how good he is at picking up women."

He turns back to you with a sheepish smile. "I'm Frankie, by the way. You met Benny already, and that's Will and Santi."

You give him your name and smile a bit more genuinely. "I've seen the four of you in here before. And don't worry, I've heard much worse pickup lines before. Practically a requirement of the job." 

Frankie leans against the counter more fully. "Oh yea? What's the worst you've heard?"

You brace your hands on the counter, staring up at the ceiling as you think. "Off the top of my head? 'Are you an orphanage, because I'd like to put my kids in you.' except with a lot more slurring and stumbling over the words, he was very drunk." 

Frankie looks shocked when you look back to him. "Seriously?"

You nod, grinning. "I could write a whole book of bad pickup lines at this point. Probably make more than I do working here." You snort, turning to pick up an empty glass a patron sets on the bar.

Frankie let's out a laugh as he straightens, and you have to keep from smiling like an idiot at the sound. "I'll save you from hearing one from me then, I don't need to be put on blast like that. Thank you again, for being so cool and putting up with us. We're usually in here every Friday, so…I'll see you around?"

You smile, widely and genuinely this time. "I think you might."

#WoW #Wheel of Writing #Frankie Morales #frankie morales x f!reader #triple frontier fanfiction

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Foxy and Kaia from motorcity for the ask thing. (Clair would be cool too if you could swing it ) Thanks!

Foxy:

Favorite thing about them

She really came through for the Burners at the end of "Julie and the Amazons".

Least favorite thing about them

She's kind of mean. :/

Favorite line

"Ladies, are we talking or racing!"

BROTP

Idk why but I really want her and Texas to be friends for some reason.

OTP

She and Claire would be cute together.

NOTP

Anything involving a guy.

Random headcanon

I've mentioned it in a previous post, but I really like the idea of her secretly loving stuffed animals and not wanting anyone to find out about it.

Unpopular opinion

Can't think of anything. I'm bad at this part of the meme. -_-

Song I associate with them

"Michelle" by Sir Chloe

Favorite picture of them

Kaia:

Favorite thing about them

She's got a really cool design!

Least favorite thing about them

She's underutilized in the show.

Favorite line

"Oh,... well hello Mike, I uh... I'm glad to see your okay."

BROTP

Idk I guess her and the other Terras.

OTP

Don't ship her with anyone.

NOTP

I don't really see her getting shipped with anyone so I guess I don't have one for her.

Random headcanon

She's definitely commited murder and gotten away with it before.

Unpopular opinion

I don't like the way her wings look. They're structured really weird and don't look like they should be able to carry her. I know this series generally doesn't care if something is realistic as long as it looks cool, but Idk this one thing really bothers me for some reason.

Song I associate with them

"Venus Fly Trap" by MARINA

Favorite picture of them

Claire:

Favorite thing about them

She's a really good friend!

Least favorite thing about them

She really could be doing more to help the Burners.

Favorite line

"For seriously my brain's like totes gonna explode like for reals."

BROTP

Her and Julie! Sisters for life! :')

OTP

Don't ship her super hard with anyone, but Claire/Chuck and Claire/Foxy are both cute.

NOTP

I guess her and Julie. Like I stated above I think of them as sisters.

Random headcanon

She loooves bunnies! They're her favorite animal!

Unpopular opinion

Like I said with Chuck, the fact that I think the two of them would be cute together is unpopular enough.

Song I associate with them

"Juice" by Lizzo

Favorite picture of them

#ask meme #motorcity #motorcity foxy #motorcity kaia #motorcity claire #headcanons #motorcity headcanons #thanks for asking! #my post

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Chapter Thirty Five

Chlosyne Janais Eruca

Pairing: Haikyuu!! x Fem!Reader

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KENMA'S P.O.V.

"Kenma!" my coworker Sora beams through my computer screen. "How's it going?"

I sigh as I see her bright face light up my otherwise dark room. "Bright," I reply as I squint my eyes. "What do you need?"

"I was wondering if you could do me a big favor," she adds as she pulls her face closer to the screen, causing her brown and green eyes to bulge out from behind her clear glasses.

"Not again," I sigh. "What is it?"

"Well," she mutters, almost about to change her mind as she slides her hands down one of her two purple braids. "I was wondering if you could talk to that Build and Sell client for me... I'm still working on the pet grooming design and I don't think I can take another case without my brain exploding, Kenny!"

"Please don't call me that," I reply as I close my eyes to prevent myself from getting pissed off at her. "I don't think I should meet with that client. I'll just lose them like I lose all of them."

"Ah geez, there you go again. You only struggle to keep clients because you say stuff like that! You gotta act more excited about the project or else they won't think you're a good fit! You gotta act the part," she attempts to explain to me as she takes off her glasses and inspects them up close to her eyes.

"What do you expect me to do? I'm a fucking graphic designer, not a businessman. I would have majored in that if I didn't want to sit behind a computer all day," I respond.

Sora shakes her head as she begins to scrape something off her glasses with her pointer finger. "Yeah, well, you do good work. Your portfolio certainly shows that. Hell, you and I both know it's ten times better than mine is. But you also gotta act the part, mkay?"

"Yeah, whatever," I roll my eyes as I watch her continue to pick at whatever's stuck to the lens of her glasses. "I'll talk to the client but don't blame me if we lose them."

"Deal!" she beams as she looks up and smiles widely. "Thanks, Kenny, I really appreciate that!"

"Sure, but you gotta tell me what's so damn interesting with your glasses," I scoff.

"Oh, I just got some dead skin cells stuck to the frame. It's all good now though! It's not as bad as the green dirt that grows on the nose pads or the random stuff that spreads throughout the frame! That stuff's the worst!" she laughs.

"That's fucking disgusting," I shake my head. "Why don't you just get new glasses?"

"Do you seriously think I've got enough money for that?" she scoffs. "I'm not spendin' any money for something I already have!"

"So gross," I whisper to myself as I reach my hand to my mouse. "Bye, Sora."

"No Kenny, wait!" she calls out before the end tone of the call cuts her off. I can practically hear her saying 'aw man' even though she's not in the same room as me.

After, I lean back in my chair and look down at my watch. My meeting with the client is tomorrow, so I've got all night to myself. That is, until I remember that I'm supposed to see Kuroo. With a sigh, I pack my things up and walk out of my room. By the front door, I left that copy of the book girls: A Paean that Kuroo wanted for whatever reason. I've never read it, but judging by the way he obsesses over it, it must be good and commissary money.

When I get to the penitentiary, I'm asked to sit in the visitor's room and wait for Kuroo. When he walks in, I already know the rules. I get one hug when he walks in and one when he leaves. After the two of us sit down, he smiles softly and folds his hands together on the table between us.

"So?" he asks curiously. "How's it going?"

"How's what going?" I reply, unsure as to what he's referring to.

"Work. You know, 'cause you said you were struggling to meet new clients," he responds.

"That's really what you want to talk about?"

"Well sure, what else would we talk about? You probably don't care to know I beat five guys in a game of tic tac toe and won a Snickers bar," he grins.

I sigh at his answer. "I suppose that means you're doing well then."

"As well as I can do," he then shrugs. "And you?"

"Sora found me another client. I have a meeting with them tomorrow. It's some Buy and Sell thing. I don't really think it'll be all that interesting but Sora says I've got to act that way or I'll be out of a job," I explain to Kuroo.

"She's right, you know," Kuroo then chuckles. "Girl's weird as all hell, I'll give you that, but she's smart. Besides, she's a couple of years older than we are. She knows what's up."

"Yeah, I guess you're right," I nod as I look around the waiting room. "Oh, by the way, I brought that stuff you wanted."

"No fucking way!" Kuroo gasps so loud that he attracts attention from the whole room.

"Hey! Settle down inmate!" one of the guards shouts back.

Kuroo puts up his hand to apologize before looking at me excitedly. "So you got the book?!"

"Yeah, I got the damn book. Thought you'd be more excited 'bout the money, though," I say as I hand him a prison guard approved box. Kuroo's eyes light up as he lifts up the box and holds it close to his nose.

"Mmm," he says as he takes in a deep breath of the front cover. "Thanks, Kenma, you're the best!"

"Why'd you want it so bad anyway?" I finally ask him.

Kuroo smirks as he holds open the book and slides it across to me, pointing to one of the pages. Within, holds the most disgusting content. But really, I shouldn't be surprised.

"Porn," I shake my head. "It's fucking porn."

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