#bar that tho i can dig it ....

[reallifepotato]

Going out tomorrow and I really wanted to wear this shirt but it doesn't look good with anything I own should i

[on-the-clear-blue]

Dead Man's Diner pt 7

Hearing the chime of rhe bell above the door, Danny mentally prepared himself before poking his head around the corner "Heya! I will be with you in one hot sec!"

Rushing around the kitchen, Danny set the chili to simmer and quickly cleaned himself up before coming back to greet his newest customer.

Stepping upt to the bar, Danny put his best customer service smile on and opened his mouth to speak, but the words that came out were not in English.

"Hey there! Welcome to Big C's diner what can i..." Blinking a bit before frowning, Danny looked closer at his customer, his eyes flickering a bright green as he squinted at the man.

Because either this man was the very strong revenant that had claimed Crime alley as his huant, or there some how was a 4th Halfa in the world.

---

Jason found the little diner comfortable, more up to date than the typical dive that was in the Alley, there wasn't even any blood splatter in the back booths!

He kinda didn't like how there was only a single person working there at night, being so close to the Alley and all, but that was easily fixed if he just happened to come around in his Red Hood outfit.

Sending a smirk like smile to the teen that came out from the kitchen, who had the fakest smile that Jason had ever seen outside of a gala.

But his smirk slowly slipped as the kid spoke, his words both sounding clear and distorted at the same time, he could make out words but it was very clearly not words at the same time.

Then, the kid's eyes flashed, and Jason had seen those eyes before, he had seen them in the mirror more times than he was willing to admit.

(Holy shit this kid is about to have a Pit episode in front of me...how the fuck did this kid get in the pits?) Jason thought as he leaned back into his seat, his hand instantly going to where his guns usually were, but only grasped at air.

(Right...forgot those at home...) He thought, settling instead to set his hands on the counter, Jason narrowed his eyes at the teen

But just like that, the green was gone, and the teen cleared his throat, "Sorry about that, um, welcome to Big C's, what can I get ya?"

---

Danny gave a weak smile, he didn't exactly want to throw down with this potential halfa, sure he liked a good ghostly welcome every now and again, but he just cleaned up and he would like his diner to stay that way thank you!

The man across from him glared for amoment longer before shaking his head, "Shit, ugh...gimme a coffee and...what's your special today?"

Reaching for the coffee pot, Danny felt a rumble in the diner cart, and there was suddenly a chalk board on the wall behind him.

Pouring his customer a mug, his brain paused for a moment, translating the ghost script before he spoke "Cadavers chili hotdogs, made with 100% not person meat...I promise neither are made out of people, definitely didnt seen any bodies when I made it my guy."

---

Staring at the blackboard that Jason was very much sure wasn't there a moment ago, he felt his chest tighten and ache as he read the...sigils? Words? They were definitely something and he totally shouldn't know what they mean.

Biting back a snort at the dry comment, Jason focused on him "I will take two...Danny? That your name or just the name on the aprin you got?"

Jason was totally not digging for information, because he totally wasn't a Bat or a Bird, and he totally didn't have an urge to know everything about the person across from him.

Getting a dry chuckle from the guy on the other side of the counter, who could only shake his head, "Sadly, that's my name, I will be back in a sec with your food, no running off tho' ya hear? Already dealt with dine and dashers once this week."

Letting out a chuff, Jason kept his eyes around the room, he knew logically he should be more freaked out by this whole experience, but he couldn't help but feel his body relax and his mind comfortable slow.

Holding the cup of coffee in both hands, he took a long sip and memories hit him harder than a crowbar.

It was his mother's coffee, not the bitch that sold him out but his mama, Catherine, the woman that struggled to keep him happy and fed.

It was the watered down brew, stretched to make it last longer.

It was milky and sweet with sugar packets pilfered form diners such as this and powdered milk he used to steal from the grocery store just for her.

His mama gave up so much for him, why couldn't he just do one little petty theft for her?

His heart aches again, and the intense feel of the pits roar in his ears, but they weren't calling for blood, the pits crooned in nostalgic heart break.

Usually remembering before his death was a trigger, was something that made him rage, but right now? He could only mourn for the mother and son that used to cuddle up together under a ratty blanket, of the mother that whispered stories to him during long quiet nights, of the woman that he had found dead on one such quiet night.

---

Tossing on the last bit of fresh diced onions, Danny had a cheesy grin on his face as he brought the plate to the front, mouth opening to speak before noticing his customers disposition.

He was hunched over on himself, looking small (which was impressive for a man thst looked twice his size and 4 times more muscular)

Tears were streaming down his face as he stared at the now half full mug, for some reason it felt heart breaking to see.

Setting the plate down carefully in front of the man, Danny placed a hand on his shoulder, "It's okay man...your okay bud." Awkwardly Patting his customers shoulder, Danny felt a bit of panic, he wasn't Jazz he didn't know how to like, console people!

It took a few minutes for the man to calm, and Danny handed him a few paper towels to clean himself up, patting him on the back one last time, Danny let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, "Well...um, hope that the coffee is so bad that it made you cry, I-uhh, could comp it if you want?"

The man just shook his head, "Fuckin' hell, ain't bad, just...God damn it..."

---

Rubbing at his eyes Jason huffed, "Sorry for, um....blubbering on ya like that..

don't usually get teary at coffee, that's more of Timmer's shtick, just tastes...tastes like my mom's coffee when I was a kid..." shaking his head, Jason looked at the chili dogs, they still steamed, the cheese now melted on nicely.

Danny just nodded, "Yeah, some reason i have gotten a few comments on that" shrugging his shoulders, he started to figgle with a cloth, wipping down the counter as he spoke "Meh, Gotham is fucked up and I don't want to even begin to try and figure out."

Croaking out a laugh Jason dragged the plate of food closer, "Fucking right about that...though if you keep making it like that you got yourself a regular customer."

Reaching a hand across the counter, Jason gave Danny a weak smile, "Names Jason, nice to meet ya."

Taking the hand, Danny gave a smirk back, "Got it, one sad cup of coffee for you then-" Snapping his head over as he heard a beeping sound, Danny got a panicked look on his face "Oh shit! My cookies!"

---

Storming to the back, Danny ran to the oven, throwing it open, scrambling for the oven mits, he phased a hand through them instead of tugging them on, and quickly pulls the smoaking batch of sweets from the rack.

Plopping them on the counter, he hears the oven snap shut as he sighs, turning to thank the diner, he pauses to see the sight of a man he was hoping that he would never have to see again.

"Oh little Bager, King of the Realms making food for the common folk? How the great have fallen.." Vald said with a viscous grin, his hand reaching up to flip off the oven, "Did you think I wouldn't find you? Thought you could rum off and not tell dear old Uncle? Don't worry Bager, while old Vlad might not come around to vist much..."

There was a flash of black light and where a man once stood was a ghost, his grin pulled back devilishly "I am sure Plasmius will make up for it very...very well."

---

Laughing a bit as he watched Danny scramble inot the back, Jason stared at the food, he was still hungry but...he held an apprehension of sorts, was this going to bring back memories? Would they be good like the coffee or...

His thoughts were cut off as a body was through through the deviding wall from the front of the house to the kitchen.

Bolting up out of his seat, he watched as Danny stepped out of the hole in the wall, shaking out his fist as he did, "I really don't have the fucking time for you Plasmius, don't you see I have a customer?"

Jason stared as the body that was punched through the wall, that looked mangled, twisted and broken start to twitch and crack back into place, limbs bending back from positions they should never be, and then the man sat up, a feral grin on his lips.

(Really fucking bad day for not having my God damn guns.)

[locomoqo]

Fineee, heres my long buried deep wish😤😤😤 (hope u dont get bored of writing him tho🥹)

Can we get yandere!reader x goo? Could be nsfw in any~ kind🤭💕 thank u in advance love💛

sweet obsession

— goo kim x reader

details: NSFW content, fem bodied reader, yandere!reader, goo is into the possessiveness, clothed grinding, teasing, sexual provocation

A/N: HI HI HIIII PRETTYYY, i hope i got this righttt <33

You watch as Goo waves off a girl trying to get his number. You really hate bars—too many people, too much noise, and always, always some idiot thinking they had a chance with him. Your fingers flex around the bottle in your hand, nails pressing into the label as you take a slow, measured breath. It’s fine. It’s fine.

Except it’s not, because the woman isn’t taking the hint. She leans in again, touching his arm, flashing a smile like she’s so damn special.

You set the bottle down, walking over to him. The second you step closer, Goo’s eyes flicker toward you, and that familiar, lazy grin spreads across his face. Like he was waiting for you to step in. The woman’s frown deepens as she notices his shift in attention.

“Babe.” Your voice is warm, sweet—like honey dripping into tea. You slip an arm around Goo’s waist, resting a hand on his stomach, nails teasing along the fabric of his shirt. “Didn’t think you’d keep me waiting this long.”

Goo snickers, looping an arm around your shoulder, pulling you in without hesitation. “Aw, c’mon, baby. You know I’d never make you wait on purpose.” His voice dips low, his breath brushing your ear. The woman stiffens, her eyes darting between the two of you.

“Oh—I didn’t know he was taken,” she says, shifting awkwardly.

You smile. It doesn’t reach your eyes. “Yeah, he is.”

Goo hums, amused, as he watches you. The way you cling to him, the way your fingers tighten just a little too much against his shirt—he knows that look in your eyes. You don’t like sharing. And it’s so cute, really. You always try to play it cool, but he knows better.

The woman mutters a quick goodbye and scurries off, disappearing into the crowd. You don’t even bother looking at her. “You’re so tense,” Goo murmurs, fingers ghosting over your lower back. “Jealous, baby?”

Your lips curl at the edges as you tilt your head up at him. “I don’t get jealous,” you say smoothly, hands smoothing down the fabric of his jacket. “I just don’t like pests.”

He grins, teeth glinting under the dim lights. “Ohhh, so that’s what we’re calling them now?”

You hum, slipping your fingers into his. “Come on. Let’s go home.”

Goo lets you lead him out of the bar, his smirk never fading. You’re so fun to mess with, but what really gets him is knowing—you don’t even realize how obvious you are. You think you’re subtle. You think he doesn’t know.

Oh, but he does.

And he enjoys every second of it.

The second the bar door swings shut behind you both, you don’t wait. Goo barely has time to blink before you shove him back against the wall of the dimly lit alley, fingers curled tight around the front of his shirt. His grin is all teeth, sharp and entirely too entertained.

“Oh?” he drawls, tilting his head. “That bad, huh?”

“Do you enjoy making me pissed?” Your grip tightens.

Goo chuckles, hands lifting—not to push you off, but to trace your wrists, a slow drag of fingers that sends heat curling in your stomach. He leans in, his breath warm against your lips, and fuck—he’s still smiling.

“Nah,” he hums, mock-thoughtful. “I just really, really like it when you get like this.”

Your nails dig into his chest, and his smirk only widens.

“Possessive,” he muses, rolling the word on his tongue like a sweet he wants to savor. “Kinda hot, not gonna lie. So? What’re you gonna do about it?”

He’s provoking you. Daring you.

And you always take the bait. You never hesitate.

Fisting the front of his stupidly expensive shirt, you yank him forward, crashing your lips against his. Goo laughs into the kiss—the audacity—but you swallow the sound, sinking your teeth into his lower lip just to hear the sharp inhale that follows.

His hands are on you in seconds, big and greedy, gripping, roaming, pressing. He lets you take control for a moment, lets you devour him like he’s yours to own—because he is. You make sure he knows it, the way you tug his hair, the way you press your body against his like you’d crawl inside his skin if you could.

“Damn,” he breathes when you break away, panting, pupils blown wide. His tongue flicks out to taste the sting you left on his lip. “Jealous much?”

“What do you think?” you murmur, trailing your fingers down, down, just to tease. His smirk twitches—oh, he likes where this is going alright. “I think,” he says, voice huskier than before, “you should take me home before you do something illegal out here.”

You drag your lips up his throat, feeling the chuckle vibrate against your mouth. “And if I don’t?”

“Then I’ll just have to make you.” He says with a tilt of his head, the glint in his eye nothing short of wicked. You only glare at him, and for a minute, it’s just a heated staredown. The next minute is just a heated makeout session in his car while you’re both trying to get each other’s clothes off. You shift, just enough to straddle his lap, the tight space making the move even more intimate. He hums in approval, hands sliding down your waist, squeezing. “Ohh, someone’s in a mood.”

“You started it.”

“Damn right, I did.”

His lips crash into yours, hungry, feverish, messy. The leather seat creaks beneath you as he shifts, pressing up, pulling you closer—like he needs you. His fingers dig into your hips, guiding you, grinding you against him, making you feel exactly what you do to him. The car windows fog up in seconds.

"Baby," he groans, tilting his head back against the headrest, hands tightening their grip on you. God, he looks good like this—flushed, reckless, needy. You roll your hips against him, slow and deliberate, just to hear that sound—the one Goo doesn’t make often. That low, breathy groan he barely lets slip between clenched teeth. The sound of a man who isn’t used to being pushed to his limits.

But tonight? You’re setting the rules.

Goo tips his head back against the car seat, a lopsided smirk tugging at his lips even as his fingers twitch against your waist. “Damn, babe,” he rasps, voice rough with something needy. “Didn’t know you had this in you.”

You drag your nails down his chest, feeling his breath hitch. “You’re mine, aren’t you?”

His grin widens, sharp and teasing. “Oh? Is that what this is about?” His hands slide up your thighs, slow and taunting, but you grab his wrists—pinning them down. “Shit,” he exhales, letting you push him deeper into the seat. 

You smirk, rolling your hips again—harder, slower, crueler. Watching the way his jaw tightens. The way his breath stutters just a little. “You like this, don��t you?” you murmur, leaning in, “You love it when I make you feel weak.” Lips brushing against his ear.

Goo laughs, but it’s breathless, edged with something dangerously close to surrender.

“Babe, you can do whatever you want to me,” he grins, voice a little rough, a little wrecked. “You already own me anyway.”

[russolaw]

"This is the last one," Anthony stated, dropping the cardboard box on the bed and not caring that the motion caused two pairs of Johnny's pants to fall off the bed. "How do you have so much crap? You lived alone in a tiny shithole."

Johnny opened his mouth to say something, probably something insulting. Daniel put a hand on his shoulder. "Stop. Ant, don't start."

"I was kidding, jeeze. Am I done? Can I go back to my game?"

Daniel sighed. It had been a battle to get him to help. But he did eventually help with minimal complaining. "Yeah. Thank you."

"Great. Goodbye." He shut the door behind him.

Daniel kissed Johnny's cheek. "Thank you for not saying anything to him."

"It was a struggle." Johnny opened the box and took out a snow globe with no water in it, the flakes settled on the bottom around a bear sitting in a lake with a fish in its' mouth.

"Oh, where'd you get that?"

"A road trip I took years ago. Gave it to my mom." He swiped a thumb across the plaque that at one point had the name of the state, but it had long since faded away. "Can't even remember where I got it from. Where's the box with the garbage in it?"

"What? You wanna toss it?"

"Well, yeah. Gotta get rid of some shit. It's junk, r-right?"

"It's not. Give it." Johnny handed it over and Daniel placed it on a shelf above the TV stand next to a framed picture of Johnny's mom. "Perfect." He came over and picked up the clothes that were on the floor and started folding them. As he did, he peered over Johnny's shoulder to see what else was in the box.

Johnny picked up a chipped, dirty plate. Painted crudely in the middle was a child's attempt at an owl; the eyes were too big, the beak too small, and it only had one wing. Each foot had only one claw, and they were digging into a black bar that Daniel assumed was a tree branch. "You painted that?"

Johnny smiled. "Yeah. Was never very artsy."

"It's adorable. We'll put it in the cabinet with the good plates." He could see the splotch of pink on Johnny's cheek.

"It's not re-"

"Shush. It's cute and still usable. No arguing."

He took out more stuff; a folder of drawings done when he was a kid, two owl figurines, an old magic kit, a teddy bear with a missing eye (that went right on the bed), and a dried up paint set.

The last thing Johnny took out was a small box that he tried to shove in the closet.

"No way, give it here."

"You don't wanna look at these." His face was turning pinker, and he held the box behind him.

"Johnny, come on. Lemme see."

He sighed and handed it over. "They're just some old photos. No big deal."

Old photos? Daniel thought, getting a little worried. He sat on the bed and shifted through them. "Oh, thank God."

"What?"

"Nothing, I just tho- never mind it's not important. Old model pictures, huh?" Johnny was shirtless in several of them. Hopefully he was of age. There were also some photos of him with his fellow Cobras, looking happy and relaxed. "You play guitar?"

Johnny shrugged. "A little. Wasn't very good."

"Why are these hidden?"

"I... I was gonna like, put them in a scrapbook. Super girly, I know. Uhm... but..."

"But what?"

"It's stupid. I just... didn't."

"Did you make scrapbooks often?"

"Uh... when I was younger. I threw them all out 'cause... A-anyway, are you done so I can, ya know." He gestured to the closest.

Daniel shook his head. "I'm not. And if you think you're going to be putting these where no one can see them, you're wrong."

"Daniel, I-"

"Nope. We're gonna go out and get you a scrapbook and you can slide all these in there. Maybe we can even print out some photos of us and all the kids and put them in it. And you can decorate it however you want. I won't complain."

Johnny looked away and rubbed his arm. "You're like a grandma."

"Shut it. Come sit and tell me about your camping trip." He held up one where Johnny had a hiking backpack on.

Johnny grinned and sat down, not an inch of space between them.

[banesberry-anomoly]

Thinking about the email at the end of incident 239-b again. So many people completly ignore it it even tho it completely flips the context on its head

Sighs dramatically

I need people to stop miscontextualizing incident 239 b when this is RIGHT THERE

Say what you want about how you interpret the events within 239 b happening and which parts you intepret in your canon, but this email is like the crux point, guys please

Can yall even imagine what itd be like for a reality bender as powerful as Clef (in some canons at least) to be influenced by another type green? And then when you look at Clef in his n Kondrakis fight near the end, Clef SPECIFICALLY SAYS 'I dont want to hurt/kill anyone-' like that is in there

Guys please. Rattling the bars of my enclosure. Stop watering Clef down there is layers upon layer of depth here that has been being built upon since early scp. Guys please. BEGGING you to dig into some of Clefs lore more there is so much good stuff

[bunnypeew]

Wicked little thing - Alastor x Gn!reader NSFW

warnings: NSFW, MDNI pls thank you,, possessive Alastor, pet names, established relationship, doesn't really have a plot just smut dom!Alastor, sub!reader

okay so this is gonna be NSFW I am aware that Alastor is ace but Id like to say that it is a spectrum and a lot of people who are ace themselves also write NSFW of Al, but in case anything happens I'll be happy to take it down also the outfit is primarily like shorts/miniskirt and a shirt with a boob window

Today was a peaceful day, well at least as peaceful as it could get in hell anyway, Y/n was getting ready in their room in the hotel, they weren't sure of what to wear so they opted for a pretty open outfit since it was hot that day, not thinking one bit about what other people might think, the important thing is that they were comfortable. So they went down to the lobby to get some errands from Charlie for the day, she was hanging out at the bar with Husk and Vaggie talking about god knows what but as soon as she saw Y/n coming in her direction she perked up ready to say hi to them

''Oh hi Y/n!! Good morning!! You came down to get some errands I presume?,,

she said excitedly taking them by the hand to greet them even more, they couldn't help but smile at her excitement

''yeah ahah, hope I'm not interrupting anything tho,,

she shook her head smiling looking back at them with kind of a serious face even tho it was still filled with excitement

''Okay so I need you to do some errands outside in cannibal town, you know how the people helped us and everything id like for you to give this to Rosie! sadly I'm too busy to do it myself I hope Its not a bother,,

''not at all, don't even worry about Charlie I will go there right away,,

they say taking said thing from Charlie's hands and heading out of the Hotel. As they arrived at cannibal town it took them a while to remember where Rosie's emporium was but as soon as they found they sighed in relief. It's not like they didn't like cannibal town, hell Alastor was a cannibal so it wasn't that, it's just that being outside with a bunch of people around made them uneasy.

As they enter the emporium they hear Rosie talking to someone so they walk towards the voices to find Alastor is the one she was talking to, they weren't surprised at all, Rosie was one of Alastor's dear friend so it was usual for them to be talking. They put all their attention towards Rosie not even noticing how Alastor was gripping his staff a little too tight

''Hey Rosie! I came here to give you something Charlie wanted you to have! here!,,

they say giving them the thing from their hands, Rosie was really happy and thanked them profusely also asking them if they wanted a pinky finger or something, but they declined kindly. It was at this point that Alastor got up from his seat, planting a hand on Y/n waist a little roughly

''My dear Rosie, it was a pleasure speaking to you but it seems that me and this little thing have to be going! till next time!,,

and like that shadows engulfed them making them appear in the shared bedroom they had at the hotel. Alastor then with one hand rotates them around roughly, putting one hand under their chin and pulling their head up to look at him while the other one digs in their waist. Y/n was confused at this little aggression that Alastor was displaying, it was not like it at all

''Don't I always tell you to be careful my dear, mh?~ what is going on with this distasteful outfit you are wearing, how many people looked at you,,

Y/n looked him in the eyes understanding what was going on: He was jealous and nonetheless possessive they didn't say anything, wanting Alastor to get even more worked up over how they looked today. Seeing this Alastor pushes them onto the bed and places himself between their legs, one hand digging into their hip while the other one is around their pretty little neck

''not replying now are we, pet?~ Let's see how much you can hold in your words, shall we?..

with that, he roughly took off their pants and slipped out his cock then pushed it all in one thrust, this made Y/n whimper with their mouth closed not wanting to give up on being a brat just yet. Alastor was going rough, hard and fast savouring every thrust, still holding on to their neck, the other hand claws digging deeper in their hip with each thrust

''you belong to me, do you understand that pet?~,,

he says waiting for an answer from them, when he doesn't get one he slaps their ass making them moan out loud, he then gets his face closer to theirs to whisper in their ear

''I want an answer my love~,,

they moan putting both their hands around the hand that Alastor had around their necks, they decide they've been a brat enough, after all they didn't want the radio demon to get even more aggressive

''Yes Alastor,,

he then smirks and kisses them on the neck going back to his pace now a little slower and softer

''Good pet,,

he says now kissing them on the neck and savouring every moan that comes out of their mouth. He then starts going even faster when he starts reaching his climax, his hands both on their hips digging into their skin, and finishing in them with one last hard thrust. He then flops himself on their chest breathing heavily

''Sorry I made you mad Al~,,

they say now in a soft voice, putting their hands in Alastor's hair to stroke at his deer ears, this makes him hum softly

a/n: I LOVE ALASTOR WITH MY ENTIRE BEING!! and him being possessive wowie sign me in!!! hope you guys liked this and remember my requests are now open in case anyone wants to suggest a prompt!!

[yourcutelittlegayfriend]

IMAGINE:

this is cringe I know and my wattpad looking ass is peaking again jus I'm going crazy forgive me-

But Imagine holding a small concert inside the Lost Light specifically on Swerve's Bar with both his and Rodimus permission (Rod begged Magnus to allow it) who was delighted to hear about this fun activity to cheer everyone up.

You and the other human crew build a mini stage and find earth music after digging through old stuff or hacking to try to catch some earth radio signal (idk if that is possible tho) and you can only snag the old classics like Abba, Eart Wind & Fire, Madonna, Boney M or the whole fuckn 80's.

Imagine going with the flow and straight up do 'Super Trouper' and dedicated it the all the bots who help you and your fellow humans survive space and welcome you to the crew and family.

Idk why but part of the song inspired me to make this imagine

Tonight the super trouper lights are gonna find me

Shining like the sun (super trouper)

Smiling, having fun (super trouper)

Feeling like a number one

Tonight the super trouper beams are gonna blind me (super trouper)

But I won't feel blue (super trouper)

Like I always do (super trouper)

'Cause somewhere in the crowd there's you

And points to all the bots as they watch you guys with big smiles as they continue to watch you dancing, singing, having fun and in return they get free entertainment and get heartwarming experience after the bad day they had.

(My young ass before though 'Super Trouper' was 'Super Troopers' and thought the song was about aliens or other space beings that a girl fell in love or something, I heard the song again and read the lyrics and got whiplash from getting it all wrong hahahaha)

[reason-with-the-underdog]

alhaitham seems simple but has a lot going on deeper (aka alhaitham loves media literacy)

ok all the alhaitham discourse makes me think about how there's a mismatch between alhaitham's perception and his actual self

that difference leads to:

- his moe gap

- the way that he's seen as mean/uncaring

- ppl thinking he doesnt have a personality or temper

- his humor & wit going unnoticed

i feel like i go back and forth on how complicated alhaitham is, but it all comes down to the way that he's an unreliable narrator

(he obfuscates the truth by not including details or by distracting with non-answers, so there's just a lot we don't know for certain)

like when his "something to share" voiceline is "oh i like to go to the bar after work to relax"

and he teases traveller like "if u want to know what i think, u can just read what's on the message boards lol"

when we all know he's just playing devil's advocate with kaveh on those message boards like BRUH this is on purpose

i keep harping on how his "food i dislike" voiceline gives a weird reason for why he dislikes soup because it really shows how you cannot take him seriously at all! despite his serious demeanor and tone!

taking him at 100% face value is just asking to be made a fool of bc he was being sarcastic rip lol

but that makes him a much harder character to understand! bc you have to question everything he says about himself.

like the "feeble scholar" line was literally just a joke and he's like "lol if ya wanna waste ur time getting hung up on it go ahead"

he isn't actually serious!!

and interestingly, he also doesn't care if he's understood by other people

so he won't really bother correcting incorrect assumptions about him

and he won't stop making weird sarcastic jokes that sound serious at first bc lol he thinks he's funny so why would he stop

but its not that he /can't/ be serious. so now you have to judge every line for "ok but is this a joke or real"

and even if it is genuine, next you have to consider "what's left out" because alhaitham will not be bothered to explain himself in detail. no, figure it out yourself

and sure that level of critical thinking and meta-analysis is good to apply to characters in media, but to understand alhaitham you actually have to go that deep

you can't just be lazy about it and go with a surface-level understanding

and he does this on purpose lbr

alhaitham likes reading books bc he loves picking apart the author's perspective & figuring out biases/assumptions & placing his own takes up against the author's

so of course he would delight in forcing a reader/player/fan to have to dig deeply into how he thinks & compare to themself

sorry that's called critical thinking and if you aren't capable of that then why the heck should he stoop down to your level so he can be understood?

idk so its very fitting that he is the way he is

he is interested in learning more about himself tho, hence him wanting to use kaveh as a "mirror" for self-reflection... haitham is a scholar of his own self too!

(u can argue that thru this lens he's able to intellectualise/"explain" his emotions and distance himself from them)

but yeah alhaitham purposefully chooses to live freely as he wants and doesn't care about being understood easily by other ppl

bc like all the best books, isn't it more rewarding to have to ponder over the details & wrack your brain over what's being said

bookworm to the core fr

[trashclangen]

What do their cat sprites look like? Curious to compare them with the refs!!!

I'M SO GLAD YOU ASKED!! Now I have an excuse to talk about My Design Process!! (Also take their game-given names as an added bonus bc idk when else this would come up lol)

In general, my design philosophy for Trashclan is "find the closest morph I can and then take liberty with the markings". Thankfully this is pretty easy because as long-time domestic animals... pigeons come in lots of colours!!

Orangesky:

I thought her sprite looked super striking so I tried very very hard to match it to a pigeon as close as I could!! Translating the hearts was easy (keeping them consistently shaped is another story, but I'm willing to suffer for her <3), 90% of the work was in me digging around searching for the closest brown pigeon morph I could manage... and some weird recessive dilute situation came through for me!! I'm honestly surprised I managed to find something with both the browns and the grey lmao

Her name I was also pretty attached to by the time I put the run of the game down, but orioles uh... do not exist in this country c': I briefly considered changing it to "Blackbird" or "Thrush" because those are birds in the same family, but pretty much immediately settled on "Orange" because it just kinda looked similar enough for me to be really happy with it! I always knew I was gonna ditch the whole "star" suffix thing for worldbuilding reasons, shoutout to Pav who suggested "sky" bc it 100% keeps the energy of her game-given name and is in general just a rlly good name fhbefr

Ermineleaf:

Ermineleaf was a no-brainer, I took one look at their sprite and went "oh, that's a standard blue bar pigeon" lmao I think I briefly debated changing their prefix to "stoat" because while we have those there (invasive), idk if they moult into their white winter coat and officially earn ermine status... but it was another name I was pretty attached to so I decided to let it slide lol

Bitternfleck:

Straight up, he's just based on my real life pigeon but old and droopifed lmao. My pigeon has pearl eyes, aka she looks haunted by the knowledge of the wilds at all times and I thought that was a perfect translation for the bright cyan

Buttercupfledge:

This design was also a pretty easy 1:1 translation! The majority of the decisions here were just simplifying the pied spotting, aka something I would have done even if she was a cat lol. I also made the call to give her no wing-barring even tho her sprite is striped, also for simplifying reasons.

Settling on "fledge" as the suffix for apprentices was also a no-brainer bc it's... simply the age at which they're fledging! Easy!

Bonus Fringeclaw bc yes he was a real character in the game that I real killed in the first moon:

Fringeclaw is a perfect example of a totally standard cat name that I changed to be bird-applicable! Pigeons don't have teeth but they do have claws, easy swap!

His design is the furthest I departed from the sprite, I genuinely don't think I looked at it when I coloured him in the moon he's in, I just knew he was brown and I wanted him to share colours with Orangesky lmao

[narupilled]

heh since u write for milgram can i request trial 3 fuuta with a reader thats like really, really worried about him. (trial 3 is going to ruin me)

“ assimilation “

૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა Pairings : Fuuta Kajiyama / GN!Reader (can be romantic or platonic)

𐙚 Warnings : angst(?), fuuta is a little weird but we love him, no comfort, reader is kinda cowardly

𐙚 Fuuta’s behavior had become… questionable. As you were the closest to him, you decided that it’s up to you to help him regain his senses.

Fuuta had been acting odd.

In all honesty, everyone had been acting odd. The atmosphere was incredibly tense and full with solemnity. Hell, the vibe was so much better before rather than how it is now.

As someone who was close to Fuuta, you were the first person to notice how his personality had changed. His usual spunk was now replaced with obedience. Obedience to ‘the Person’ as he says. (Though, you could tell that he was just talking about 008– that poor girl.)

But even though each attempt to talk to him led back to his newfound religion, you couldn’t just leave him alone. The guilt of letting him rot in his delusions was just too much for you to bear.

So now, here you are, in his prison cell. He sat on his bed, staring back at you with that polite smile again— it scared you.

“Fuu… Fuuta.” Your voice wavered. “[Name].” He replied back. The atmosphere was thick, though maybe it was only in your head, as he looked like he was having a great time just interacting with you.

“..I’ve been worried.” You finally managed to form a coherent sentence. The dark orange haired man cocked his head to the side. The movement made you mildly uncomfortable— it was as if he suddenly had a childlike demeanor.

“You said that a day ago, [Name].” Before you could cut in, he giggled, hopping off the bed and walking towards you. “I don’t understand you. It’s bad to reject the truth. Don’t you know that she’ll save everyone here? Why don’t you just believe?”

His words spilled out, fast and relentless, like he'd rehearsed them over and over in front of a mirror. There was no pause, no breath—just doctrine. Either he was getting more desperate… or more convinced.

Then, his hand shot out and clamped onto your shoulder, fingers digging in tight. You flinched. He leaned in close— far too close, until his breath ghosted against your cheek—hot, damp, suffocating.

“Don’t be scared,” he whispered. “You won’t have to be scared anymore if you just let go. If you just join us—”

And again, like yesterday, and even the day before that, you ran away. You could still hear Fuuta’s ramblings while you ran back to your cell, it was like he still believed you were there infront of him.

You took in deep breaths, following a breathing technique a certain caring friend you had in here taught you before she passed.

‘It’s okay.’ The thought repeated in your mind. You still made progress. You would help him. You will snap him out of it.

But, deep down, you know that all your sorry thoughts about saving him won’t do anything. A part of you knows that he’s gone. He was never going to come back.

But despite that truth clawing at the back of your mind, you’ll still go back tomorrow. You’ll timidly enter the same cold bars. You’ll smile like it’s normal. You’ll pretend like he’s still in there, somewhere, behind those glassy, dead eyes.

And maybe one day, you won’t come back to your own cell.

Maybe one day, your voice will join his.

Maybe she will save you too.

Author’s Note : HIHI! Sorry its been almost two weekssss,,, im working on some requests rn i promise ill get them out soon,, also first milgram request YAHOO! I lovemilgram… more milgram requests… meow… sorry this is super short tho hehe im super tired

⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ thank you for reading !!! <3

[delusional-mishaps]

obsessing over a dust sans in the omega timeline GRRRR

just. hes chill. mostly. sorta elderly neighbour who hates the world vibes. very resigned, snappy, goes to pick up his newspaper from the front stoop in his slippers and boxers and a crusty shirt

he's mostly a hermit, no one knows much about him. he doesn't want to get too close to anyone. he doesn't like the other versions of him, his brother, his friends.

he's got hella survivors guilt, mostly because if his world wasn't destroyed, would they be alive? would there have been a reset, a time, eventually, where he didn't have to kill everyone in a screwed up show of justice? where they could live?

he'll never know, and it bothers him. but he tries to pretend it doesn't.

he's sorta half forced to do therapy because yeah he's actually clinically insane and bro needs to be medicated and it helps a bit ig.

he gets a little better. he Is Not Normal but hes better. somewhat.

i kinda like the idea that he adopts a dog, somewhat an emotional support animal??? or like a straight service dog that helps him with panic attacks GRAAHHH THATS SO CUTE GRRRR RHRGRG RRRGGGGRRR

ok normal again

unlike him LMAOO

anyway yeah he probably eventually comes around to hanging out with some others. he's very picky about who he hangs with but..

hear me out okay

cross and dust as besties ❤️❤️

he prob finds epic annoying tho so he doesnt really hang around him

sorry ik im talking abt cross and epic now but theyre my bfs i love them i cant not mention them 😭🙏 me and epic and cross and also dust ultimate power quadruple or wtv

he def wouldnt like CORE at first cuz like. thats frisk. Trauma. but he'll probably come around to them when he realizes they aren't, y'know, a fucking freak. they're probably the reason he got therapy in the first place 😭

whoever his poor therapist is... needs a raise fr 💔

i dont really think he and killer would be friends. maybe hesitant acquaintances..? idk i just dont think theyd vibe when theyre both reformed crazies (affectionate)

i could see him and dream going either way idk like they could be friends or dust couldn't give a gaf about him

he'd probably think dream is kind of annoying with all his hopefulness and joy and whimsey but he's also a certified hater so (so me coded)

"what's there to be happy about" my guy i PROMISE if you stop your edgelord shtick you can be happy too go frolic through a field

he's got hella one-sided beef with error ofc for destroying his world. he doesn't care if it was "falling apart" or if "his story was finished" maybe he could have found a way to bring everyone back

(no he couldnt but dont tell him that)

anyway yea he likes sitting on his porch with a cup of coffee in the morning and he likes yelling "GET OFF MY LAWN!!" at children and he probably plays poker at the bar like every thursday night and hes really fucking good at it.. suspiciously good

his crankiness captivates me...

walking thru the OT and you bump into this fuckass guy who's emotionally attached to wearing his hood up all the time and you always see him smoking whenever you catch a glimpse of him and sometimes you get to see his cute puppy

love at first sight... (you just wanted to pet his puppy)

guys with dogs get all the huzz trust (god why did i type that im cringing)

ok off topic. epic would def say huzz

"rizzing up the huzz 🤓👆" just take ur pants off bro.

OK SORRY i need to log off. (not going to) back to dust

HIS DOG IS SO CUTEEEEEE RHRGGGR sorry i cant stop thinking of him with a dog. it bowls him over when it senses an oncoming panic attack and just kinda lays on his chest and licks his face and digs in his pocket to pull put the tennis ball he keeps in there to distract him

its not actually like a fully trained service dog im ngl but its good at diverting his attention from the panic so. it works ig. man idk

uhm but yea good luck trying to romance him like i said he's hater and itll take a lot of effort

VERY slow burn

idk why im writing this as a little x reader

maybe because in my nonstop thoughts its all been self insert befriending/romancing this fucking loser

dude needs to work on himself before he can even think of romance. im so serious he'll have absolutely zero desire for a relationship until he's mentally stable enough.

he cant go getting attached to someone, especially a partner, if hes just going to go batshit again (his therapist is trying to convince him that wont happen. hes in a safe world. he isnt in danger. he can RELAX)

itll take YEARSSSSS before he's like actually feeling like a normal monster again. his sins weigh heavily on him, but he knows he cant change the past. he wouldn't be alive if he didsnt do what was necessary.

anyway hes real bad at romance when hes finally ready for that stage

like HORRIBLE

he has no fucking clue what the hell he should do. you'll have to hold his hand every damn step of the way.

hes probably freaky tho idk

he likes cuddling you tho. youre all warm and soft and when you lay on him its like a weighted blanket and very very soothing

his bones ache, a lot. so it feels nice.

run that man a nice warm bath with some nice smelling candles or smth and hell make out with you

man idk im literally jst yappin its 4:20 and jm fighting to keep my eyes open 😭😭 ill prob hate this jn the morning but idrc rn ok !!! desire toctalk about omega tlcdust is stranger thanxthe call of sleep

[hallowmoon-art]

Things I think the TouchStaved LIs like to do at the beach ⛱

Ais (assuming he isn't banned)

During the day, dig a big ass hole or build the most amazing sand castle anyone has ever seen.

At night, drink and relax on the beach but ends up crack skulls of all the drunk ppl that think they can take him in a fight. (Probs why he was banned) Would go to clubs with Vere of he isn't banned from those as well.

Kuras

Day time, take long walks to find pretty sea shells and observe those little waves pools with the starfish and other little creatures. I can also see him wanting to visit historical land marks and lighthouses.

At night, sit on the beach or condo balcony and star gaze while listening to the waves.

Leander

During the day? All the activities. Boogie boarding, paragliding, jet skies, vollyball, the whole nine yards. But he begs everyone to do everything with him even tho they don't wanna.

He would let Ais and Mhin bury him in the sand as long as they gave him a mermaid tail and titties. (Spoiler, they leave him buried with a bucket over his head)

At night, bar crawl, arcades, mini golf, go kart courses. And he stays until forced to leave. Anyone with him is absolutely exhausted.

Vere

During the day, lay out on the beach and tan all day. Lucky bastard never burns.

At night, hit all the clubs and bars with live music.

Mhin

Hates the beach bc like me they burn like toast. No amount of sunscreen will help. Stays huddled under the umbrella with a book least they have to go to the ER with sun poisoning and 32nd degree burns.

At night, they will be sitting with Kuras looking at the stars.

BONUS MCs

Yzme

Daytime, diving for sea shells and helping Ais build his exact sand sculpture replica of Eridia. Would also play vollyball with Leander so she could continuously spike the ball at his head.

At night, hunting for those little glow in the dark crabs (and scream loudly when one scuttles over her foot) Also bars and clubs.

Aelia

During the day, walk with Kuras some but mostly huddle under the umbrella with Mhin. Baby burns easily as well.

At night, visit one arcade for like 2 hours and get ice cream on the way back to the condo then stargaze with Kuras and Mhin.

Kirian

Daytime, just swim in the ocean. Maybe go paragliding with Leander.

At night, wants to visit all of the souvenir shops before they close and buy all the clothes that say what beach they are at.

[so-long-soldier-writes]

Wrong Place, Wrong Time

kai parker x reader

summary: he needed to get to his sister. you were in the wrong place at the wrong time.

tags: assault, stabbing, non-graphic violence, canon-typical violence, ambulance ride, not nice kai

word count: 1.2k

a/n: i've had this idea for a bit, but work with me on it, and let's pretend the girl in 6x10 that kai stabs in the first few seconds is nondescript!

a/n (2): aaa found this in the drafts, and since i've been MIA, have decided to post it now (even tho i'm not super proud of it, i just couldn't get it out of my head)

You tap your foot anxiously at the light, waiting for it to turn red, and for the walking signal to appear. Only one car had gone through the green, but the light hesitates before changing. Mystic Falls is pretty much deserted at this time of night. Everyone is either at home, sleeping, or out at the bars. You’re on your way to Scull Bar, and tonight, you have a date. 

The light finally blinks to yellow, and it’ll be just a moment more before you can cross. Honestly, you could probably cross now, considering how empty the streets are. The only threat would be an unmarked police car, waiting for someone to break the rules. 

You sigh, but then it turns again. Your sigh changes to one of relief, and you smile before stepping out onto the road. 

The only sounds around you are those of crickets chirping and a distant dog barking. It feels peaceful. Not lonely, but just quiet. A wave of nostalgia seems to carry in the air. 

That’s why you miss the signs. That gut instinct that tells you someone’s wrong. 

You don’t realize the crickets have silenced until his hands are already around your neck. 

Realization hits you quickly. Fear shoots down your spine and makes you gasp, but your airway is partially constricted. 

“Stop!” You try anyway. 

Your attacker ignores your plea. “Sh, sh, sh!” He’s right up in your ear, lips grazing your skin. “Don’t scream.” 

He lowers one arm to your waist, but loosens the grip on your neck. Despite the darkness, you can clearly see the reflective glare of a sharp knife. Your throat goes dry. “What are you going to do with that?”

“This? Oh, I just need to find my sister. I believe you can help me with that.”

“I have a phone. What’s her number? I can call her.”

“Yeah… that’s not exactly what I meant. See, my sister and I have a rather… complicated relationship. She doesn’t really want to see me, but I need to see her, because of something important regarding our family. But since she’s so evasive, I think catching her off guard at work is my best bet to getting to her.”

His wording scares you, but you’re desperate. “Where does she work? I can pull up directions. I can-”

“See, you’re still not understanding me. I don’t need you to call anyone. I simply need you to play your part, so I can do mine.”

“What do you need me to- arrrghhh!” You shout, cut off by a sharp pain directly to the stomach. You gasp out, feeling your legs buckle and your vision get spotty. With a small glance down, you see your attacker’s knife lodged in your midsection. Blood coats the blade, and now upon seeing it, you can feel it dripping from your new injury. 

“Sh!” He hushes you again, clamping a hand over your mouth. “Be quiet.”

As soon as he pulls the knife out, you try to defend yourself. A short glance at him reveals him to be rather scrawny, however a dark look in his eyes tells you his stature should not be underestimated; he is much more dangerous than he seems. Still, you fight. You dig your elbow into his chest, making him grunt. You step back onto his feet and both of you trip backwards. After a moment of scrambling, you release yourself from his grasp. The wound catches you off balance, though, and you stumble, giving him just enough time to grab you again. 

“No!”

“Shut up!”

He stabs you again, then removes the blade just to make a third wound right below it. You choke and collapse into his arms, unable to hold yourself up. Tears begin to fall from your eyes. Your vision is fading fast. 

Despite your body weakening quickly, you still manage to pick up the sound of sirens in the distance. To your disbelief, your attacker keeps you in his arms until they arrive, tucking his knife somewhere out of sight. 

“Ma’am, can you tell us what happened? Were you in a car accident? Was this a robbery?” EMT rushes to your side, asking a slew of questions. Upon noticing your fading consciousness, they turn their questions to the man holding you. “Sir, did you witness the incident? Do you know them? Do you know what happened here?”

Your attacker lies with ease. Not surprising, though you don’t have the energy to counter him. “I just found her here, I don’t know. She has multiple injuries, but it’s dark. I didn’t get a good look at them.”

“Okay, okay. Let’s get her on a stretcher. Is there a wallet on her? Any form of ID?”

Another EMT searches your pockets and pulls out your wallet. As they put you on the stretcher, you try to signal that you’re still in danger, but he doesn’t get the message.

“Can I come along? I want to make sure she gets there safely.”

Your eyes widen at your attacker’s request, then feel faint at his allowance to accompany you.

“She’s crashing!” Another reports, picking up on your unsteadiness. An oxygen mask is placed over your nose and mouth, while a small dose of painkiller is administered through an IV. 

“Stay with me, okay? We’re gonna get you to the hospital.”

Your attacker sits in the corner and watches the scene. It’s as if he blends into the shadows, and the respondents don’t even remember he’s there. You do, though. His black eyes seem to stare into your soul. You can still feel the knife buried beneath your skin. 

--------------------------------

Your attacker gets lost in the sea of paramedics as you’re wheeled into the hospital. Losing sight of him makes you panic; he could be anywhere, and you’d have no idea. Everyone’s in danger now - you, his sister, and possibly any of these employees. Anyone who gets in the way of what he wants. The thought alone is horrifying.

Within minutes, you’re brought into a room where the doctor finally sees you. She’s calm and collected, yet obviously worried about your condition. Three wounds to the stomach can be fatal, and they have no idea what they’re dealing with; no clue what happened, and with the oxygen mask still on your face, you’re completely unable to tell them. 

“What happened to you?” She asks, shining a light in your eyes. An apology shows in her eyes, but she’s just doing her job. 

Terrified, you’re about to rip off the mask and tell her the truth. You reach a hand up to take it off, but then a guttural scream leaves your lips at the sudden sight of your attacker. He’s directly behind her, covered in your blood. 

Instead of taking off your mask, you point behind her. He’s much faster, though, and stalks up quickly. With a quick glance to you, he slings an arm around her neck and produces a needle from behind his back. 

“I stabbed her,” he says calmly, injecting a sedative into her neck. 

You scream as your doctor goes limp in his arms. He smirks at you, then whisks her out of the room before you can react. Frantically, you rip off the mask and scream as loudly as you can, desperate for the attention of the nurses. It isn’t until at least a minute later that they respond, eyes wide at the sight of you. One immediately starts to put your oxygen back on, but is then interrupted by another. 

“Laughlin was here, where’d she go?”

“What?”

“She was just here, checking her pupils.”

They both look at you. You’re fading in and out of consciousness. 

“Taken,” you whisper. A heartbeat later, everything goes silent. 

[your-unfriendlyghost]

angsty stevepop pt. 2- Evie’s there now

ok ok kinda a sequel to the previous post, it takes place like three/four-ish years later. Again I don’t think I’m gonna finish this AU or make a real polished fic or anything, but idk I like it.

The premise is that Soda doesn’t tear a ligament as a kid and gets semi-famous/successful in rodeos, so he ditches Tulsa (and Steve) for a while. But he ends up tearing the ligament badly as an adult, and is forced to pack it up and come home. (Theoretically it’d be steviepop endgame.) If folks dig this tho I might post the full plot outline, even if I’m still not planning on writing a fic really

-

  “What’s with the face there?”

  I looked up from the glass I was cleaning, already grinning at the sound of her voice.

  “Evie!” 

  She smiled, sliding into the barstool. She was dressed nice, in a short red dress and long leather coat. Boy, she looked good in red. I dunno the fancy words for it, but it made her warm brown skin look even warmer, somehow. 

  “Hey, Steve,” she said, grabbing my hand across the bar. Her hands were kinda rough for a girl’s, but that didn’t bother me none. All that work at the ranch is bound to do that. Mine used to be rough too, back when I worked as a mechanic, but I was a bartender now and they’d gone pretty soft. 

  “Thought you still had a class you was teachin’,” I said, pushing the glass aside to focus on her.

  “Naw, the kid called in sick. I’m all yours tonight, babe,” she said, winking a little goofily.

  I sighed, wishing I’d known that earlier. If I had, I’d’ve probably called in sick myself. It seemed like she was always busy nowadays- ranch work always seemed to amp up as rodeo season inched closer. 

  I leaned over the bar and kissed her freckled cheek. 

  She frowned though as I pulled away. A part of me froze, a holdover from high school- still stressed as a schoolboy that she’d break up with me now or something. My Ma’s engagement ring was on her finger though, and I tampered that fear down quick.

  Evie pursed her lips and adjusted my half-unbuttoned collar. “Seriously, though- you look real wound up.”

  I wrinkled my nose, trying not to think about it. “It’s nothin’, Evie, baby. Don’t ya worry ‘bout it.”

 Evie chewed her lip, getting a bit of dark-red lipstick on her teeth. “Darry called me up.”

  My heart sank. “Honest-to-God, it’s nothin’.”

  “You didn’t tell me Soda Curtis was back in town.”

  I sucked my teeth. 

  Soda. Stupid name. It was all over, on all the damn cowboy magazines. On the posters. Even the rich-kids were proud to be from the same town as Soda, the downtown cowboy who got to the top through “hard work” or some bull like that. 

  “I didn’t know,” I said flatly. “And his name’s Sodapop, okay? Just- just say Sodapop.”

  “Okay,” Evie said easily. “Sodapop.”

  “Thanks,” I mumbled. God, I was being childish. I knew I was, but I couldn’t stop.

  “I know y’all were close…” Evie started.

  I sneered. “No we weren’t.”

  Evie fixed me with a look, one that stared right through me. 

  “Well, not like I thought,” I muttered gruffly. “Not close like…I thought.”

  “I know,” Evie murmured, rubbing my clenched jaw. “I know.”

  I peeled away, and stacked a few glasses. “Just- let’s not talk about him, okay?” I said through gritted teeth. “I don’t wanna think about him on our day off, babe.”

  “Okay,” Evie said. She waited a beat, then prodded my stomach. “What d’ya mean our day off?”

  I grinned despite myself, and glanced at the manager’s office. “Well, we ain’t exactly understaffed…and I think I’ve just come down with a case of somethin’ really bad and real contagious.”

  “Oh, yeah?” Evie said, a glint of excitement in her brown eyes. 

  “Yeah,” I cocked an eyebrow. “They call it, ah, Evie-itis. N’ when a guy comes down with it, how can he possibly work well when he’s got Evie Peterson on the mind?” 

  “That sounds pretty serious,” she smirked. 

  “It is. I’mma have to call in sick.”

[robnikmeria]

more modern hcs pls 🔫

OMGOMG Okay doing childhood / high school cause that’s where my brain is

-Nik does gymnastics / track & field lol

-Robb is captain of the football team! He’s also student body president😭 he’d love hockey tho and so would Alaric

-Jon’s emo ass…he does well in classes. His friend group is Samwell, Grenn, Pyp, Edd, Kai, and Tormund. But Kai and Tormund tend to skip classes oftennnnnnn

-Jon has had many HS jobs…Hot Topic, Taco Bell, McDonald’s…

-Jon keeps kosher + has a gluten allergy😭😭😭

-Robb’s allergic to bees + lactose intolerant + he has asthma 😭😭😭

-Nymeria paints :3 she has a mural somewhere around the school!!

-Nymeria and Quinn both had art up at the schools annual art exhibition!! Nik was very proud of them both :’)

-Alyssa and Sansa are both in ballet :3

-Okay going even younger to them being like 6 / 8 years old 😭 Ik Quinn and Jon played at the park together. Lyanna and Rebecca will sit together on the bench at the playground but sometimes it’s Rhaena or Jaime who has to take the kids and that’s significantly more awkward and uncomfortable 😭

-Nik used to dig thru dirt to find bugs😭😭😭 he would proceed to go up to whichever of his parents are there and show them

(Becca: that’s so cool sunshine!! :333

Rhaena: you’re all dirty. You’re going to get sick… :/

Jaime: ha ha. Please don’t get dirt on daddy’s shirt, kiddo!)

-Nik has always had an oral fixation so his toys as a kid were always bitten up and slobbered. As he gets older this then turns into always having hard candies (jolly ranchers / wethers originals candy / lollipops), gum (usually spearmint or peppermint), or cigarettes on him at ALL times. Constantly messing with his damn tongue piercing with his teeth too smh

-Eddara plays highschool volleyball. She’s sportier than ppl give her credit for (her spikes are intense)

-Eddara had a horse in her home town. She got flung off of it one time and broke her nose 😭

-Alaric and Lynara were like evil and eviler. No rest for the wicked. They tormented people together. No good or bad twin. Just evil straight boy and evil gay girl…

-Rhaena and Jaime went to highschool together. They met Becca in college.

-Mind you, Jaime and Rhaena didn’t get along in highschool and he used to actively bully her because she was a weird loner loser freak (he had a crush on her)

-I firmly believe Jaime broke Ned’s nose (“accidentally”) in highschool dodgeball 😭😭😭

-Cersei asked Ned to prom and Ned turned her down and that was the start of a life’s worth of Lannister & Stark beef. This was then furthered by Nik (accidentally) breaking Alarics arm on the playground and Jaime a few years later NEARLY running Bran over (by accident)

-The Lannister’s are actually the fucking devils

-Cat is convinced Rhaena, Jaime, and Rebecca are Mormon for being a throuple (her karma is robnikmeria and theonsalyssa)

-Robb had a football themed bar mitzvah😭😭😭 (Nymeria attended ofc, childhood bffs)

-Robb and Nym danced at her sweet 16’s they’re so funny I can’t take them seriously 😭

-Robb has been present for every single one of Nik and Nymeria’s piercings and he’s nearly fainted for every single one 😭

-Quinn would play softball with Jaime since she was a kid 🥺

-Nik & Quinn go to the country club (ofc they do smh) with Rhaena to play tennis (NikQuinn are VERY good at it and fantastic tennis partners)

-Ethan & Alyssa also go to the country club (smh) with Jaime to play golf. They’re both very good but Alyssa is evil and always tries to throw jaime and Ethan off their game by making a noise or talking while they’re trying to focus and is all >:3 when it fucks up their shot 😭

-Jon was the type of kid to vomit when he’d get stressed out 😭 would wake up Lyanna MULTIPLE times in a week crying that he threw up 😭 literally the mama I threw up meme

-Lyanna ofc gains immense joy from telling Quinn all this when she and Jon start dating

-Robb and Jon were in the Boy Scouts. You CAN NOT change my mind on this 😭 imagine them in their little uniforms 😭 they were so 😼😼 whenever they’d earn a patch no one else has yet

-High school nym was stressed out and tired worried sick because Doran’s gout kept getting worse but she always tried so hard to act okay 😭💔

-Quinn, Ethan, and Alyssa share a bathroom. Imagine how that goes. It’s a MESS. Ethan BEGGED his parents to install another sink so he didn’t have to share with the girls but Alyssa will still use it if he’s not around 😭

-The bathroom has pink tiled walls. Ethan is miserable.

-Rhaimebecca said no posters on the walls (they have to be framed) and Quinn and Alyssa didn’t listen I fear (they have posters all over the place)

-Quinn is frequently trying to sneak out the house (her room is on the third floor of their townhouse)

[snoreyua]

₊˚ෆ ⁀➷　come back to me // ep. 1

synopsis : you and riki were childhood best friends doing everything together. when you entered middle school, you overheard him talking shit about you to his so-called friends. out of frustration, you moved schools and cut all contact with him. now starting a new year in high school, what will you do when riki unexpectedly transfers to your school? can you rebuild your friendship or will something much deeper will bloom?

word count : 1.4k

warnings : shit talking, lowercase intended, lmk if i should add anything else

yua's notes : this is my first fic so i apologise if it's not v good hope you still enjoy tho! :D

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"catch me if you can!" you taunted the black hair boy who was slowly gaining behind you. "i'm gonna get you!" he yelled back before tackling you in a tight hug. you both giggled as you felt the warmth of the sun on your faces. he let go of you and sat down on the dewy grass, his breathing growing louder by the second. "since when- could you- run so- fast…" he said huffing after each word before letting his body fall back onto the green field. you sat down next to him, smiling from his red face. "you're too slow riki, even with your 'special' sneakers" you said while pointing at his lightning mcqueen sneakers. he rolled his eyes before sitting up again.

you gave him a bright grin as you signalled him to come closer. the black-haired boy edged closer to you, curiously staring at you digging through your pockets, sticking out your tongue while trying to find something. you smiled when your fingers met the braided bracelet, pulling out from your pocket. it was a cream colour, with a blue charm that read "riki". he looked at you as you gently pulled his arm closer to you, putting on the bracelet on his wrist. you put down his arm, looking at him with sparkly eyes. "well? do you like it? i made matching ones with the bracelet kit you gave me for my birthday!" you showed him an identical bracelet, instead of a blue charm was a pink charm which had your name. riki smiled, his eyes barely visible from how happy he was. "thank you y/n i love them!" he said before tackling you in a hug into the grass.

you and riki were inseparable. if you were at school, he would be sitting next to you, using your crayons to draw a portrait of you and him. if you were at the playground, he was copying all your tricks on the monkey bars. if you were at home, he would be in your room, groaning about how your room was too girly. it was like he was permanently stuck on you but you didn't mind. he was your best friend, and as your best friend, he should stay with you until the end. at least that's what you thought.

as you and riki entered middle school, things started to change. for starters, you weren't the best at making friends. seeing that most of your elementary friends were gone, you were often forced to sit by yourself in classes if riki wasn't there. luckily for him, he easily made friends with lots of people and found a group where he hung out with. you often went with him but his group were different. they relentlessly picked on you, saying that you were a freak and that riki had poor choices in friends. he stood up for you most of the time, saying that you were his best friend and they shouldn't be saying those things about you. but one day something changed.

you were waiting for riki beside his locker because you usually walked to class with him. despite for waiting for him for almost half an hour, he never came to his locker. defeated, you walked to class by yourself. you were about to arrive to your classroom when you saw riki with his other friends. rolling your eyes, you were about to approach him when you overheard their conversation. "riki that y/n girl you like," one of the guys said, a tone of disgust in his voice. "she's so weird… like how are you even friends with her," he looked at riki, almost snickering at his own words. "look here, I don't like y/n ok? she's not even my friend she just follows me everywhere, like a lost puppy," riki hissed at the other guy. "i just don't wanna be mean to her and tell her to piss off," he shoved his hands into his pockets before entering the classroom with his friends.

your grip on your books tightened as you felt a wash of emotions crash onto you. before you knew it, your legs directed you to the bathroom, locking yourself inside one of the stalls. your body slumped against the door, still in shock of what your best friend had said about you. his words repeated in your head, like a broken record player. you felt your face was wet with tears, your nose runny with snot. you felt your chest closing up as you buried your face in your knees. did you really just hear that? you slammed your fist against the door, a couple of people mumbling to each other about your bizarre behaviour but you didn't care.

"y/nie~" you heard riki's voice behind you. out of habit, you turned around, your face meeting with a smiling riki. great. he's pretending like he didn't do anything you thought to yourself. "what do you want?" you said coldly, not returning his smile as your gaze pierced his eyes. he tilted his head to the side, observing your face. "is there something wrong? oh my god, did you cry? your eyes are puffy and your eyes are red…" riki trailed off as his hand inched closer to your face before you quickly slapped it away. "you think there's something wrong? stop acting like you're clueless nishimura," you spat before walking away from him, bumping into his shoulder on the way.

since then, you ignored him. as soon as you saw him in the crowd of people in the hallway, you turned the other direction. riki kept trying to approach you, but you always seemed to disappear before he could reach you. he even visited your house, but you told your mother to tell him that you didn't feel well. eventually, he managed to catch you walking back home. "Y/N!" you recognised the voice and started running. the calls grew louder, as well as the footsteps trailing behind you. a hand grabbed your arm before forcing your body to face him. his soft brown eyes bore into yours, an unfamiliar emptiness obvious in his eyes. you tried to pull your arm away but his grip was firm.

"please y/n, tell me what's wrong. you've been like this all week and you're avoiding me." his hand loosened on your arm, desperation in his voice. his eyebags are more noticeable and he looks pale. for a second, you forgot why you were mad at him and felt sorry for him. "isn't it obvious? you're talking shit about me to your amazing new friends," you said coldly while taking his hand off your arm. "don't you understand how it feels when your own best friend backstabs you? do you think i'd avoid you like this for no reason? maybe you do think that. that's what you're telling your friends." before riki could talk, you ran away, ignoring his pleas for you to listen to him.

after a while, you finally convinced your parents to let you move schools. riki would finally be the least of your worries. although it was a rough start, you made friends at some point and your pain from him was healing steadily. you love your new friends but you can't help but feel they can only patch the missing piece of you. the riki part.

"y/n! y/n!" eunchae skipped happily towards you with grin on her face. you looked up from your book, pulling out one of your earplugs. "hey eun! how are y-" before you could finish your sentence, she put a finger on your mouth. "uh uh! I have some big news," she sat down in front of you, leaning on the backside of the chair. "there's a new transfer here! apparently he went to your old school and i've heard he's super hot," eunchae giggles, hitting you playfully. you smiled, wonder filling your mind. "huh? is that so? well i'll go see if he's really 'super hot' for myself," you chuckled before returning her a playful hit on her shoulder.

after your first class, you walked with eunchae, listening her ramble about school gossip. "and you believe what jihyun did to her after it was-" you looked at her, slightly confused at her sudden pause. her eyes widened at something in the crowd. you tried to see at what she was. maybe it was more of a who was she looking at. there stood a tall boy, his hair bleached with dark ends, with his hands stuffed in his pockets. your eyes were glued to a familiar bracelet, disbelief washing over your body. his eyes were locked onto you, shock obvious throughout his body. you opened your mouth, your words barely audible.

"r-riki?"