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Yes, Professor — Part One of Three.

Joseph Quinn x Erotica Novelist Fem!Reader. 18+

Word Count — 4.6k

Summary — slightly based on this, but mainly. You're Joseph's secret writer girlfriend who you met amidst the start of his convention tours, things are hot and heavy between you two, though strained for the inconvenience of not living in the same city and not being official. You're forced to spend a week apart but plan to meet up with him back in London on the last day of his Con appearance, and after teasing him for his Professor type choice of outfits, well, you just couldn't resist showing up dressed as your professor's favorite student, now could you? We thought not.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

Part One — He's in London, you? Are not. In a party for you best friend's boyfriend, you manage to get him in a call, hearing his voice, laughing, conversations wishing to see his face, but you can take what you can get.

Preview —

Warnings — Not too many, nothing really smutty happens this part, maybe some dirty talk. Established relationship, it is a big ol' RPF and my first attempt. If not your thing, that's valid AF, just don't be mean / a dick about it. I am but a drop in this massive ocean called Tumblr, just swim on past and enjoy the waves without me if it bothers, I beg. There's also cursing. 18+ so minors, PLEASE, DNI!

Notes — Oh, this came out sooner than my last one, huh?? Mainly because I decided to split this into three parts instead of one big ol' one shot. I def learned my lesson lmao I had a lot of fun writing this, dialogue and banter are my fave things and there was a lot of that in this. Kinda fell in love with these two and planning on doing an actual multi-chaptered fic with them, how they met, all that jazz, let me know if it's something you'd want. Or not, if I get just one person like "yes, please" I'll do it bc people pleasing tendencies fuel me. I've left Reader pretty vague and ambiguous but we do have her mentioning Joseph's British-ness and obviously not living in the same continent because transatlantic romance is so rom com it hurts, but, feel free to ignore that and implant your own background on her, kinda the point, right?? Alright, hope you like this! Like, Reblog and Comment, they fuel me and make my heart go pitter patter!

Taglist — @lunaapis , @munsons-mayhem28 , @inourtownofhawkins , @hopperscock ( i fucking love this url you have no idea )

"What are you wearing?"

You hear an amused chuckle on the other end of the call, along with a distinct clicking of tongue. "...don't I get a hello first or are you missing me that much?"

A snort comes out your way, totally undignified, but he'd never call you out on it. "I mean, I am, but... Shut up." He's cackling now, that laugh that makes you smile stupidly and you're glad you're on an audio call rather than face time — though you wouldn't mind seeing his stupidly pretty face. "I'm serious, what are you wearing?"

"Why are you asking?" his voice strained, amused, but strained. He must be smiling, his laughter barely dying down.

Taking a deep breath, you explain, "Because I haven't seen you in a week and from the photos I've been seeing of you all day today... I need to prepare myself for when I see you tomorrow."

"I need you to repeat that, not the nonsense about my clothes but the...seeing me tomorrow bit."

Your eyes closed, lips stretching in a smile that, in the crowded room you were in the middle of, you tried to suppress. Teeth biting your lip, eyes cautiously looking around the party you were attending but your mind being on a man across the pond as it were, you let out a soft scoff. "....I need to prepare myself for when I see you tomorrow."

"Damn fucking right you will," his voice low, almost a growl that was...unfortunate, considering your surroundings. But more important, his tone was wistful. You heard the sound of gentle squeak, taking to mean that he sat on his bed, one that you missed very much at the moment. "I can't wait for that, and you will be needing to prepare yourself once we're alone... I fucking miss you."

"Mmm, your voice notes kinda gave that impression, yeah," you chuckled, hearing his as well. "Though I enjoyed hearing them when I wake up. It's lame, but, I do miss hearing your voice first thing in the morning." You hear him take a deep breath, exhaling with a soft hum. "Among other things. Hotel beds are just a bit too cold without you."

"Mhm, feeling the same way with my own bed, darling. Have to remind myself it's just been a week, but, feels a bit longer. Can't wait to have you back, though I know, temporarily."

"I know," this time it was you that sounded wistful. You knew you shouldn't, it was a good reason you'd be away from him. The latest in your book series was out there, digitally and in a week, in physical form. The gap between that and the previous book a bit too wide for your liking, or that of your publisher and readers. It was good that you finally finished it, but in that, included a tour of the book, which meant away from him, your sort of boyfriend. "At least you'll have me for a week, well, between your filming, anyway. Enough time for your friends to get sick of me and then wish I went away to have you to themselves again and for my friends to miss the me that isn't attached to your hip."

"Hah," he scoffed, a sound of a stretch that you could only assume was him laying down on his bed. "My friends are sick of me now, keep complaining about how I miss you. Even have Wes saying if I'm this needy without you, can't imagine how you handle me by your side, so, you've somehow got their sympathy and on your side, I'm the problem now, apparently." You couldn't hold in the laugh that barked its way out of you, and you could hear the offense even from the other line. "Oi. Don't laugh, you knew I was needy from the get go, I made no attempt to hide that."

Recovering from the laugh, you have a nod, though you knew he couldn't see, "Yeah, you are a bit of a clinger." Your smile still lingering, eyes soft, "But... It's...kinda one of your more endearing qualities, so... I'll take it."

"Oh, how gracious of you, accepting that I fucking adore you to the point of being miserable enough without you and getting on my friends fucking nerves"

He always made you laugh, you didn't even know if he intended to, but you could hear him laughing alongside you, so he must have, right? "God, hearing you curse is the best, y'know? You seem like a nice, proper boy, but then you curse and it..." You shake your head, "Makes me miss you more."

You heard him scoff, a wet sound, and you could almost see him licking his lips with a smile. "I know, dead sexy and all that... Hard to resist."

A shrug of your shoulders, more to yourself, of course, "...it kinda is. Makes me wanna do things to you to make you curse more..."

He groaned, which was also a lovely noise on its own. "Don't say things like that when you're not in grabbing distance, it's not fair."

You smiled, almost wickedly, eyes catching sight of your best friend, the only reason you were away from him at the moment. "Yeah, well, at least you're alone on your bed, I'm surrounded by people in my pretty dress, not getting grabbed and kissed by you and..." you trailed off as said best friend stopped in front of you, a pointed brow arched. You cleared your throat, smile still in place, "Which is totally fine, because I'm here to support my best friend and her crazy talented boyfriend on his birthday and album release and I'm totally fine with it."

"Mhm," she let out with a nod, "What I thought. Hi, Joe, can you two say goodbye because said boyfriend is gonna start up in a few minutes and I will not have you two have phone sex while he's performing, thank you."

"Excuse me!"

"You're not excused! You're so not excused — you're not allowed."

"That's just—" you were about to say rude when you very clearly hear the cackling on the other end of your call. "Stop laughing! You're not allowed to laugh right now, that's not fair."

"I'm sorry!" he let out, his voice thin, high, and you could hear an attempt to calm the laughter — but an attempt he did not win as more laughter came rolling out, making your lips twist and wanting to laugh despite yourself. Why did his laugh have to be so infectious sometimes? "I'll stop, I swear..." he continued, making you roll your eyes, looking at the smirking face of your best friend. "....oh, god... Tell Jen I said hello."

You couldn't help but let out a soft laugh, looking over at her, "The painfully British one says hello, because manners maketh the man I'm sure."

Jen cackled as well, shaking her head, "I'll give you two like, ten minutes, tops. You're introducing them, remember?"

"Of course. Ten minutes." A mock salute given, you watch as she turned toward the stage of the intimate venue, just a smaller group of closest friends. Taking a deep breath, directing your attention to your phone, "J o e."

"Oh, no, not Joe. I'm always in trouble when I get Joe instead of your usual Joseph."

"Damn right, that was not cool, I know we're not official, but, you have to have my back. It's the most chivalrous thing to do."

He snickered, "I'm... I'm sorry, I'm sorry! But, well," you heard him release a soft laugh, then heard, "...not to point fingers but you did start the conversation asking me what I was wearing... So was that...not where this was heading...?"

You clicked your tongue off the roof of your mouth very disappointingly, kind of. "No, you perv, I just wanted to know if my sort of boyfriend is going to continue dressing up as a slutty professor so I can figure out how to handle seeing that in person."

"I—" he started, but words cut off with a snicker, and then a proper laugh. "You—Okay. Several things. Don't fucking call me your sort of boyfriend. I am your boyfriend, just.... Well. Secret boyfriend. At least for now—"

"—until your publicist deems me worthy of being known to be dating you."

"No, just... Until we're more established, is all. And I am looking forward to that, taking you to events and such. I'd love to go to the book tour with you, show off how fucking proud I am of you and this book. But... I also don't want to overshadow your accomplishment, the way it's so mad right now. But I am your boyfriend, I know you say it in a joking manner with Jen and our friends, I get it, but... And it's fine to joke about it. Really. But I need you to know it's real for me and I hope it is for you, too. It... It is, isn't it?"

You smiled softly, his words warming your heart more than they should, once again blown away by his sense of sincerity. You never really dated anyone like that before and sometimes, it honestly takes you by surprise. "... Yeah, I know. And I don't mind it, honestly. I'd end things if I did... You're my boyfriend and I'm your girlfriend and...if my joking around hurt you in any way, then I'm sorry, you know I don't mean it. Not with something like this. You...mean a lot to me in a very short amount of time and...it's kind of overwhelming sometimes."

There was a soft sigh, a pleased one, from the other end of the call. "I know. I feel the same. Was never expecting you, or anyone, not like this. And no, you didn't hurt me, not one bit. There's no worry of that. I just needed you to know, I'm in this with you."

Though you certainly didn't need to hear it, there's a lightness from within your chest at his words, a light ease in your breathing and your soft smile grew wide. You didn't need him to confirm what you already knew, but, it was lovely to hear. "Me too. I'm in this, too. Especially if you're going to be sweet like that," you end with a light chuckle, joined by his own. "Not fair on your part. But, I'll let it pass."

"My girlfriend is very gracious like that, I'm so lucky to have her."

"Don't you forget it. Okay. I'm assuming you had more to say?"

"Yes, thank you for that. Was quickly getting side tracked... I just wanted it to be known that I am severely disappointed that phone sex is off the table, that broke my heart since we've been in an almost constant state of phone tag, its ridiculous," you giggled at that, actually giggled which was rare. And he knew it, you could hear his chuckle, and though you couldn't see him, you knew he was pleased with that smug little smirk on his lips. "But, I'll survive that. Also. Slutty professor? I've no idea what you're talking about."

"Oh, come on. You dress like a romantic, slutty professor to these things and you know it."

"I think someone's too far into their own erotica stories and confusing some things, I... Dress as a professional. I have to. My stylist deems it so and I just...do as I'm told."

"...Joseph. What were you wearing today, and don't lie, I've seen the pictures. I just wanna hear you say it."

"You're being absolutely ridiculous, I... My loafers, my favorite ones, trousers, erm... Blue button shirt and... Well, a cardigan..." There was a pause, and you knew he was rethinking it all. "...beige cardigan and.....my dark grey...coat—okay. Maybe... Maybe it was a bit professor-ish. You...might be on to something there..."

"Uh-huh. Dressed like a professor who cares and has long office hours for any of his students to come by to unwind..."

"Stop that," he let out with a laugh. "That should be your next book."

"Oh, who says it won't be? I'll dedicate it to you, for inspiration. I'm assuming you'd be open for me to come to you for...brainstorming? Test out scenes, just, y'know, for the sake of art and authenticity?"

"Morning, noon and night, yes, I'm all yours and your....creativity." He chuckled, softly, there was a lingering silence between the two of you, and then a groan from his end. "Just out of curiosity... Would... I dunno, say...a sweater vest, erm... Like....Oof, a grey one with a dark jacket, that um... Is that slutty professor chic, you think?"

"I fucking knew it."

"Hold on! It was... It was a thought... Are you into the slutty professor look, though?"

"Why do you think I called you in the first place? Yes, of course I'm into it. Do you know what it's like, seeing your pics all over my social media, people sending me pics of you with that cardigan and long coat and just... Do you?"

You could almost hear his smug smile as he let out an even soft chuckle. "I do, actually... You're wearing that burgundy dress aren't you?" Your brows rose, though you didn't say anything, not yet. A soft little hum buzzing into your ear through your phone. "I've been stalking your instagram the past week, so I saw the picture you posted today. It's that burgundy dress I like. The one with the bow at the hip and the... The matching choker with the jewelry that you think is almost tacky but... I like it. Gave me something to look at the other time you wore it, remember that? Was it New Years? Took you to an empty room right before countdown, lifted your skirt and—"

"S t o p, we're not doing that, not now," though you smiled, remembering the moment quite clearly, feeling your skin flush especially as he laughed then. He had such a nice, deep, warm laugh sometimes. "...okay, so, yes, I'm wearing that dress... It's not the same, though, like, aside from that choker you love so much, it's pretty tame in comparison..."

"Mm, not for me. I love that color on you. I love anything on you if it means I can take it off of you. And—a cardigan's tame. A long coat is tame."

"The hell a long coat is tame, that's... Anyway, you wear the slutty professor really well and it's not fair. Especially if you're going to to do tomorrow. After being away from you a week... That's cruel, baby. I won't even be able to touch you until the con's over." You heard him hum, probably thinking the very same. A thought comes, making you chuckle suddenly, "I should retaliate."

"...oh god," he let out, clearly recognizing when a wicked thought comes to mind. "Pray tell, how?"

"Why... Professor..."

"....Oh, fuck."

"Yup. By dressing up as one of your favorite students, of course."

"....jesus fucking christ." You heard a small groan, "God, you would, wouldn't you? I don't know if I could take that. It's been a week, body going in withdrawal without you and the sight of you with knee high socks..."

"Hmm. Telling that the knee high is the first thing you go to. Noted."

He chuckled, "Yes, well... The thought of you in knee highs is rather... I wouldn't take them off. Not the entire time."

Your smile widened, biting your bottom lip. "Yeah? Mmm. Well, good, because I'd definitely wear your favorite colors, just for you, Professor."

"Fuck off," he said softly, though, and when you laughed, you heard him let out a breath. "Shit. I can't shake the image, now. My favorite student, dressed so pretty for me. Looking nice and soft...with uh..." He exhaled, "Burgundy knee highs, snug and soft..."

You kept a careful eye around you, trying so hard to suppress your smile. But the sound of his voice was so...alluring, finding yourself squeezing your thighs a little bit. "Keeping up with the color theme, I see..."

"It is my favorite color at the moment, especially on you."

You hummed, "Okay. Question, knee highs or thigh highs?"

"No," his voice instant, "Gotta be the knee highs. I'd want... I'd want your thighs absolutely bare. For my fingers to run and roam over the skin... And...then, y'know... I wouldn't be able to resist to kiss you there as well. Gentle ones of course, but, being away from you this time...wouldn't be long until I start biting..."

A breathless laugh escapes you, now not even caring if anyone looked or listened in on you. It had been a while since you talked to him in real time, without having to push play, it was too good to cut away from. "For someone that says they can't write for the life of them, you're not doing too bad, Professor. You might give a run for my money if you ever decide to go into the erotica business."

"Mmm, tempting, but no. I'll leave that to you. It'd just be a novel of me fucking you and I'd rather have the real thing. But... Was I good enough to get you wet for me, darling?"

It shouldn't make you blush, you built your whole career in literary dirty talk and seducing your readers with your words... But when Joseph did it, his words and voice always struck you deep. Much deeper than any other partner had, which was slightly scary and mainly thrilling. You felt the heat creeping up your neck, a soft giggle being awarded to him. "....you know you are." You heard a pleased sigh from him, taking in a deep breath as you try to calm yourself. That no, sneaking off wasn't an option, that the growing ache between your legs would have to wait, even if you wouldn't have him talk you through it, guide you toward climax in the only way he could. But. "You got me wet and feeling it now every time I walk around in my pretty burgundy dress in a room filled with people."

"Well... I'm alone in my lonely room with a very bothersome hard on and... Probably feel lonelier still when we say our goodbyes and I'll only have my hand and thoughts of you in your pretty burgundy dress, wet, wishing I can feel just how wet you are."

You let out a breath, closing your eyes a moment. "...and I'd wish it was my hand, my mouth, on that...bothersome hard cock," you heard him groan, making your heart flutter, as well as your cunt. "Like I've been fantasizing this past week."

He took a deep breath, you could hear the exhale produce static on your end, a soft hum. "Same here, love. Suppose we'll be doing the same thing tonight..."

With a dejected sigh, you have an affirming hum, "Our ten minutes are about done. Otherwise I'd sneak to a room somewhere and..." You chuckled, "Tell you in excruciating detail the things I'd do to you to make you curse." His laugh comes out at that, making your smile spread further on your face. "But. I am due on stage to introduce my best friend's boyfriend and his band, so... She'd kill me if I missed that, and then would go and kill you, and no one wants that."

"No, no, we do not. That's fine. More to release when I see you tomorrow. Probably keep you to myself for the rest of the week, fair warning, darling."

"Yes, Professor. I'm very okay with that."

The way he groaned at that made your heart flutter again, as well between your legs. You did miss him, terribly, your fingers and toys did little to satisfy you, not without his warmth, his kiss, the moans you'd swallow and hunger for more. "...keep that up and I won't want you to call me anything else."

"Is it bad I kinda like it? P r o f e s s o r?"

He gave a helpless laugh, "Shit, it is. It's very bad of you. Naughty, even. Wicked. My poor coc—"

"Tomorrow, only until tomorrow. And then I'll make it up to you, in any way you want me to. I'll call you professor if you want me to."

"I knew there was a reason you're my favorite student..." You smiled and you could feel he was smiling too. "Okay. I'm going to give you back to your best friend, again. Thank her for me, for letting me have you to myself for this long."

"I will, she'll expecting nothing less. Think of me?"

He chuckled, and you could picture him shaking his head. "When am I not? Especially right now, left to my own devices... Until I have you to myself again." You heard him take a sharp intake of breath, "Have fun, yeah? I love you."

You felt like a teenager again, at the sound of those three words, said recently, right before you left. A slip of the tongue, but meant with sincerity from you both. "I love you, too. I'll see you... Bye."

"Bye, darling. I can't wait."

There was a heaviness that weighed on you as you ended the call, knowing it had to be you, otherwise you wouldn't end it at all. The warmth of his voice lingered, the image of his face imprinted on your brain, curling your fingers around your phone. A thought hitting you like lightning, going to messages and tapping quickly.

Send me a voice note. I wanna hear you.

He liked it.

Your smile widening as you turned around, dumping your phone into your purse and with your heels, made it toward the small stage where the band were setting up. Hands went to Jen's shoulders, hugging her from behind. "I'm all yours, now. He said thank you for letting him have me for the call."

She scoffed with a roll of her eyes, "Gross, you guys are gross."

"Shut up, we're cute." Jen seeming unconvinced. "Whatever, I'm happy."

Your best friend gave a shrug, "Then that's okay." You pulled away and stood beside her, and she took a breath. "He does seem to make you happy and... I don't hate that. Just the whole...secret relationship thing gives me pause." Crossing her arms, she looked to you, raising her brow. "Be honest.... You really okay with it? Because if you are, I'll back off and be one hundred percent for you guys. Because he is nice and seems crazy about you and I haven't seen you this happy in a while... I just don't want you hurt, y'know? I'm not being a bitch—"

"You're never a bitch—" you interjected, pausing as you two looked at each other, and you smirked. "Okay, well, yeah, you are, but for good reasons. A boss bitch, through and through." You paused a bit, giving a shrug of your shoulders. "I dunno. We talked about it... I kinda get it, he kinda blew up overnight and doing...so many things and I... I can't even imagine. I got booktok and like... Well, this book tour, but, obviously nothing on his level. He seems more concerned about if it came out, he'd overshadow my book and the press for it." Which you did appreciate, you worked hard, but part of the reason you got the book done as fast as you did was his encouragement. Being the first to read your pages, his excitement over the story you crafted holding a huge part. "It would have been nice to dedicate the book to him, but, since we aren't....out, didn't really feel right."

"Mmhm..."

"But. I don't know, at first it was kind of fun, sneaking around, dodging photographers, you know. Secret affair type of thing except not being horrible with spouses to cheat on, that kind of thing? And we were casual at first, seeing other people, until... We weren't and...not casual anymore. I mean, it's kind of still fun but also...not."

Taking a deep breath, she sighed. "And how long until it's not kind of fun for you?"

Looking over at her, you frowned, hating that she had a point. "I don't know. I'm not there yet... And I'm hoping it doesn't come to that because... I'm really fucking happy with him." Raising your brow, you give her a reassuring smile. "I'll be careful. And if I'm not, you can kick my ass about it."

"Deal," she agreed to, seeming a little lighter about the situation. "So, is he still going to dress all Mr. Darcy as a Professor when you see him?"

"I swear, he's a walking Jane Austen leading man, like it's just straight up Professor without him even trying." She laughed, you joining in. "It's gotta be a British thing, it has to." Laughing a bit harder, "I teased him with an idea, though, dressing up like a student."

"Oh? Oh, that'd be perfect. Are you meeting him after that con or...?"

A sly smile comes across your face, then, looking at her with a slight chuckle. "Mmm... Don't laugh, but... I actually planned on surprising him at the con?" Your smile widened as she gasped, looking at you agape. "I bought a photo and autograph with him. I knew there'd be no chance on the day of and I thought it'd be cute, you know? He doesn't know."

"Oh, God, I hate to say it, but that's fucking adorable! And kinda genius." Her eyes widened, "You know, though... I mean... The set up's too perfect, you have to dress all slutty student."

"Hey, slutty is for Halloween, I'd be dressed as his favorite student, with knee highs, he seemed very into that."

If her eyes could widen even further, Jen's would, letting out a bark of a laugh. "Oh my god, knee—no, no," shaking her head. "You are doing this. You are gonna do this. Listen...we're gonna make this happen."

"We don't have time, I'm getting the red eye, remember? And by the time this is over—"

But she was determined, shaking her head, "Nope, look. You're gonna introduce the band, because you are my amazing writer friend and words are your thing. We'll stay for a few songs, and then I'm going to take you shopping, okay? I'm making this happen, I'm gonna make this happen for you."

"I thought he gave you pause and you're gonna work this hard to make a fantasy come true for him?"

She wagged her finger from side to side, "Oh, no, no. Not for him, for you. Look, he seems great and he probably is, and maybe there will be a time where he's like a brother to me, but right now? I believe you when you say he makes you happy and that you're happy with him, I see it, so, I'm doing this for you. Because you are my best friend and that's love, bitch."

"I love you. Like... You'll always be my first love, in a totally platonic kind of way. Only because of the fact that you're annoyingly straight."

Jen sighed, "I know, it's a pain, but, we'll always have each other's backs and our hearts, before anyone else." Her gaze going toward the stage, her musician boyfriend giving her a nod, releasing a soft smile. "We didn't do so bad, though. You're up. Make me proud of my boyfriend, okay?"

"Oh, yeah, how do you want me to go about it? Soft and emotional, very serious or...roast him but from the heart?" You both looked at each other for a moment, the answer quite clear.

"Roast him."

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sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee · 1 year

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These are for Riddlers (Gotham, BTAS, Capullo, Arkham)

He has a crush on another villain henchwoman, they got along pretty well. Unfortunately her boss is sleazy so when they're having a conversation he goes to her and slaps her ass saying it's time to go back to work. It's visible she's trying very much to not slap him in the face.

"Unprofessional" Gotham, BTAS, Capullo, Arkham x f!reader

Reading this prompt I felt my gut clench and my brain go 🔪

Gotham

- "Excuse you, yes, excuse YOU, sir. You need to apologize. Now."

- He's going to verbally tear this boss a new one. Why it's disgusting, why he should be ashamed, why it's unprofessional-

- If the boss gives him any lip or aggression, Edward seemingly laughs it off before shooting him. Can't teach stupid, he supposes!

- He looks at the body. Then at you. Flushing. Well. This is awkward. Do you need a new job? He could give you a new job.

- Mentally, he figures, crush on you, you work for him, you see how lovely he is and then you fall in love! Win-win for everyone! It's logical!

- Maybe he could even get you some sort of uniform that matches his aesthetic... You two could be hot and MATCHING. Would you let him dress you?

- If you don't want to work for him, he might look a little hurt but! He's understanding! Just because you care about someone doesn't mean you'd work well together, after all.

- He does politely and calmly threaten whoever the new boss is by telling them what happened when the last one got fresh with you. A riddle and a smile. Don't fuck with his crush.

Btas

- He's asking you to leave the room. His expression is dark. Much more serious than you'd come to expect from him. He's gripping his cane tight.

- Even if you get close to the door, you can't hear much. Voices are angry but low. You might be able to make out your name before footsteps are rapidly approaching the door.

- "Come along, dear." He tells you curtly, "I can't in good conscience leave you with such a moronic brute." He seems very ruffled as he stands there.

- Your boss is already following him out, telling him to mind his business. Some misogynistic nonsense about that being why he hired you. That you should be grateful-

- Edward turns to your boss, almost hissing, "And YOU should be grateful that you're not the next subject of my devices. Perhaps you'd like a closer look at my newest inventions?"

- Your boss is quiet. He gulps. Edward huffs before holding out his hand to you.

- He's patting your arm as you walk out, "I apologize for losing my temper. I couldn't let him treat you that way. Anyone-" His face flushes.

- If you gave him a kiss on the cheek, he'll go red up to the ears.

Capullo/Zero Year

- You notice the smile disappear off his face. His eyes are cold. Calculating. Thinking of every scenario and ending. The smile reappears.

- He turns to you, "How would you like to make double what you do now?" It's a job offer. When your boss panics and tells him, he can't just do that- Edward barks a laugh, "Of course I can."

- You accept. It's not exactly a difficult decision. He goes on to praise you, saying that he was meaning to snatch you away anyways (a lie only he knows). You're intelligent, witty, capable, hard working- not to mention pleasant on the eyes (not a lie).

- He continues to your now-ex boss, "Did you know traditionally, under certain laws of the world, theft was punishable by amputation of the hands? I just remembered that right now, as I saw you touching something that was mine and not yours. How funny."

The boss panics, "You trying to threaten me, Nygma? She was still my employee when I-"

"Oh, please." Edward rolls his eyes, "Don't confuse this for some two-bit villainous monologue. I'm telling you plainly: touch her again and you lose an appendage. Consider the warning a symbol of my gracious and forgiving nature."

- and there he is, offering his arm to you as if he didn't almost gleefully promise a man bodily harm in your honor. If you hesitate, he grins wider, "Fear not, I would never cut off such pretty hands for gracing me with your touch."

- You can't help but roll your eyes and take his arm. He looks so smug and proud of himself.

Arkham

- He's actually not saying anything at first. You can sense he disapproves but he waits for you to make a move. If you did slap your boss, he would absolutely be at your side with an electrical stun device to protect you from retaliation.

- Otherwise, he's going to make some snarky comment such as, "Did you really call me here just to show off your hormone-addled business practices? Do you actually do work here or just sexually harass your employees?" Something not outright confrontational (for him), but definitely showing that the boss shouldn't do that again.

- Yet as he watches you walk away, he feels his fingers twitching, aching to work. To tell you how you deserve better than some machismo beast who can't even rub two brain-cells together as he apparently can his pathetic, minuscule-

- The more he thinks on it long after, in fact, the more anger he feels. Lots of rambling and raving to himself in his workshop until he has to stop what he was truly working on to begin a new project. A form of retribution to those who can't keep their hands to themselves.

- The next time you see your boss, he's got multiple broken, bandaged fingers and an apology for you. If you're particularly observant, you can see a discarded riddler trap in the trash can. Bloodied. Some kind of note- you can only guess the contents.

- You, on the other hand, have one "anonymous" metal rose waiting for you somewhere you'll find it. The welding is a little messy, but the petals are smoothly curved. For someone so intent on shouting his prowess all the time, his tender feelings are surprisingly... quiet.

#riddler #edward nygma #gotham riddler #btas riddler #arkham riddler #zero year riddler #foxwriting #x f!reader

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takuyakistall · 4 months

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sweet spots

— Commission piece for @ai-kan1's OC, Juno, and Ace!

It was no wonder that Ace knew a handful of stuff—whether it was taken from someone else or maybe he even made it up himself. But, believing them was a different matter. He's caught a lot of tidbits here and there but it never meant that he was the type to blindly believe in such sayings or rumours.

However, there was one short saying that caught his eye. He managed to overhear it from a bunch of students while he was running an errand for Professor Divus. Slacking, while on the job, was something the professor loathed but that didn't seem to stop him anyway when Ace leaned against the wall just to listen in to their conversation after his interest was piqued.

"Hey, guess what I saw today online."

"I thought I just told you to not believe everything you see online."

"Ugh, I know. But, listen, it's not as if I believe it but it's really interesting. Look!"

"Huh…? 'Moles are in places where you were kissed the most in your past life'? What is this?"

"Eh? Exactly what it says. Moles are in places where you got kissed the most in your past life—I thought the title was pretty self-explanatory."

"No, I mean, why is this so interesting to you?"

"C'mon, even if it isn't true, doesn't it seem romantic? Look, you even have ones here on your—"

Ace promptly left the scene. He's heard enough, he didn't want to linger longer to hear them start flirting with each other. It was painfully obvious that even Ace felt a little bad. Soon enough, he finished what he was asked to do but the conversation prior still lingered in his mind.

"Moles…" He muttered under his breath, his brain trying to formulate a coherent thought to figure out why it's been haunting him. Then, as if fate would have it, a sudden face flashed inside his head, rendering him speechless and flustered—albeit slightly.

He wondered if Juno had any moles.

He stopped in his tracks and thought to himself: Oh, that's a dangerous thing to think about.

But, like any other good student, curiosity was a trait he had. Maybe he should ask, just for curiosity's sake. Though, frankly, he knew deep down that it wouldn't help his situation at all if Juno ended up revealing any moles he had on his body.

He paused and came to a conclusion.

Yeah, maybe I should ask.

Ramshackle felt cozy around this hour. Ace always liked hanging around during this time of day after classes ended and it's no one but him and Juno inside the building (usually Grim would be there but he had "important" matters to attend to).

Ace crashed into the couch, letting out a deep groan as he stretched his arms. He fell slump against the armrest, eyes closed, and started whining. "Argh… I'm tired."

"Tell me about it." Juno followed suit, crashing alongside him and leaning against the other armrest of the couch. He let out a sigh, his eyes distant, "I don't wanna think about going back to class tomorrow."

"Don't skip." Ace clicked his tongue, lightly flicking Juno's skin in a playful manner—a small smirk appearing on his face. "Class is boring without you."

"All you do is keep bothering me anyway," Juno recounted the times Ace sent paper airplanes or notes his way. Only for him to unfold it and read out the most nonsensical and ridiculous messages ever. Sometimes, Ace would even mess with his hair—twirling his hair around his finger while absentmindedly listening to whatever the teacher had to say. He sighed, continuing, "But I won't skip."

Ace let out a chuckle and then a breathy laugh. His expression smug when he reaches out to pinch Juno's cheek playfully while saying, "Of course you wouldn't. You'd miss me too much."

He loved how the rosy tint spread on Juno's cheeks in just a few seconds as he pinned his gaze somewhere else.

Huffing, he covered his mouth and retorted. "Who told you that?"

"Well, it's obvious now isn't it?" He pushed further, "You wouldn't have that kind of reaction if it was a lie, haha!"

Juno stared at him with a bewildered expression, eyebrows furrowed just slightly and the tips of his lips tugging up into a small, uncontrollable grin. "Haha, I guess I am obvious."

Juno set his arm down facing up and Ace caught sight of something.

A familiar question popped up inside his head again and his eyes widened ever so slightly, it was difficult to catch the way his eyes transitioned to full focus on something else.

"Hey, Juno."

"Yes?"

"You got a mole on your wrist?" An innocent and harmless question—he was glad that the question disguised itself as one. Otherwise, Juno would've known he was up to some sort of mischief.

Juno's eyes lit up a little at the random question as he held up his wrist, close enough for Ace to see it in its entirety. "I do. It's pretty noticeable, isn't it? Everyone keeps noticing it."

"Huh? Really?" He never noticed it before.

Ace wrapped his fingers around his wrist, thumb smoothing over the skin where his mole was. It was a strange gesture, it made Juno pause as the odd sense of embarrassment sunk into his head.

"What are you doing?"

"Looking at it. Duh."

"You don't have to hold my wrist like this if you're just looking." Juno protested, trying to shake him away but Ace was oddly persistent. "I think you've looked enough."

Ace shook his head, sighing, "Listen to me for a second."

"What is it this time?" Juno groaned, tilting his head.

"I heard this really interesting thing just earlier—"

"I thought we told you to stop eavesdropping on others already?" Juno interjected and Ace couldn't help but sigh in frustration.

"—Not the point right now. Anyways, as I was saying, I heard this thing earlier." He paused, choosing his next words. "It was something about moles."

Now this caught Juno's attention. It might explain to him his sudden interest in his mole.

"What is it?"

"Haha… Something about them being places you were kissed the most in your past life, I think?"

"Oh?" Somehow, the next few events became predictable.

The next thing he knew, Ace raised Juno's wrist closer to his face—his lips hovering over his mole. His lips barely ghosted over his skin as Ace looked at Juno straight in the eyes, a mischievous grin on his face.

Everything clicked inside Juno's head. "Hey, what do you think you're doing—!?"

Promptly, Ace placed a chaste kiss over the mole. It was supposed to be a single, quick kiss but somehow it didn't end there. Once more, Juno tried shaking him off but he never let him.

"Stay still," Ace's voice was low. His breath was hot against his skin. "I just want to give justice to those rumours, y'know?"

He pulled away, finally, and looked at him with a cheeky expression—a smirk on his lips as he cocked his head to the side. "You got any more moles anywhere on your body?"

"Why would I tell you that now that I know what you're gonna do?" Juno puffed his cheeks in protest, still trying to pry Ace off as he tilted his head in frustration.

Oh—! Ace thought. His eye caught another one. Just below his jaw, close to his ear. Without missing another beat, Ace leaned in closer and placed his lips closer to his neck. Just barely, enough to taunt Juno with the ghost of his lips on his skin.

"What—? How'd you even find that from afar!?"

"I guess I just have good eyesight~?" Juno let out another groan when Ace finally pressed his lips against his neck. It felt embarrassing—insanely so. He felt like he could melt with the way Ace's lips refused to leave his neck.

"Hey, that's enough—" but soon, the words got caught up in his throat when Ace pulled away. It was far too early to breathe a sigh of relief when he came crashing down once more to steal his lips away this time as he robbed Juno of his words.

He was aggressive in his pursuit but never enough to hurt him—it was always intended to fluster him, to sweep him off his feet to the point that he couldn't retaliate; Ace was mean to him in this way.

When he pulled away, Juno silently hoped that it was the final one. His hair was a mess, his cheeks flushed with a familiar pink, and he couldn't help but pout a little at the gesture.

"There wasn't even a mole near my lips." He huffed.

Ace could only laugh in response, satisfied with how things played out for him. "It doesn't really matter to me. The whole mole thing was just an excuse to kiss you in the first place."

Juno narrowed his eyes but bit back a retort. Still, he felt a little lightheaded and thought that he could let himself get carried away while the mood called for it.

He paused, thinking to himself before opening his mouth.

"Hey, Ace, do you have any moles on you?"

From there, the following events were predictable—awfully so. Ramshackle was lively that very evening.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst writing #fanfic #ace trappola #twst ace #twisted wonderland ace #commission work #i luv moles <3

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the-fiction-witch · 3 months

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Morning

Media House Of Anubis

Character Jerome Clarke

Couple Jerome X Reader

Rating Sexy + Flirty

I sat at breakfast nibbling away and avoiding the nonsensical conversation at the table, when I perked up as I heard the stairs,

"Ahh come to grace us with your presence Y/n," Patrica sneered,

"Umm..." Y/n grumbled, I looked up seeing her trudge in her uniform acsew, her hair in a strange failed attempt of her usual plait her eyes barely open, she had been up late studying for the chemistry test, she's such a sugary thing she'll make your teeth hurt and it did hurt me to see her like this, even if I usual am complaining about her chipper she is in the morning, seeing her like this was worse. But school had demanded her to come in today so she couldn't stay here another day. She had her way along the table with a delirious walk before she at down.

Not on a chair.

On my lap.

Well, that was unexpected...

but not unwelcomed.

I did have to give myself a firm reminder that we were at breakfast and everyone could see us, as my mind almost immediately wanted to wrap my arms around her to keep her here, just feeling her skirt against me was... DOING THINGS!

Especially this early in the morning,

"Good Morning?" I said questionably a little in shock at y/n sitting on my lap like this,

"Humm?" She grumbled questionably as she noticed my chest and shoulder so she nuzzled herself into my shoulder falling back asleep,

"I don't think we should wake her," I whispered nuzzling my head with her's a little unable to hold back a smile,

"Y/n!" Everyone else yelled which caused her to jump a little sitting up more, god damn it they have to ruin my fun,

"Ummm?" She yawned,

"You're not on a chair y/n," Nina told her,

"No? Ohh... I'm not sitting on a chair?" she said as she squirmed her hips and rubbed her hand up my chest and into my hair,

Ohhh god, shut up Nina just let her stay here, just... let her keep squirming ... just for a minute, or two... or five... no two seems like enough,

"No. You're really not." Fabian told her,

"Ohh?"

"No. You're on a Jerome." I sighed, I didn't want to tell her but I knew everyone else would If I didn't,

"Hummm?" She yawned, her hand shoved into my face "On A Jerome..." She said sleepy and confused, "ON A JEROME!" She yelped turning to actually see me, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry Jerome." she said,

"It's quiet alright," I chuckled, "Hi."

"Hi..." she said sheepishly, "You could have said something!

"We both know why I wasn't going to," I smirked,

"Do you have to be such a perv, Jerome?" Mick asked,

"I- SHE sat on my lap! and I'm the perv!"

"don't blame Y/n for you being a Perv Jerome," Patricia yelled across the table,

"Why am I being ganged up on here!"

"Ohh come on you clearly enjoyed it," Alfie smirked as he had his toast,

"What I did or did not enjoy is not your business," I told him,

This debate went on for a couple of minutes until,

"Y/n?" Amber spoke up,

"Yeah?" She yawned,

"...why haven't you moved?"

"...uhh..." she gulped,

"Amber has a point, for once," Patricia added,

"I uhhh... I... I have a headache! I don't wanna move too much..."

"Or she likes Jerome's lap," Alfie spoke up,

"I do not!" she protested,

"Yeah, she does not!" I protested,

"I mean a little it is comfy," she muttered,

"I... I. really?" I asked,

"Yeah, you are kinda comfy Jerome,"

"Yeah your pretty comfy having you on my lap too," I smiled resting my hands on her hips and she happily laid her back against my chest and moved her hips with my hands,

"OH my god!" everyone complained as they noticed us,

"Can you two not hump at the table!" Fabian complained,

"Go, Jerome!" Alfie smirked,

"Can everyone sit in their own seats please!" Nina complained,

Y/n sighed and hopped into her own chair to have her breakfast, and everyone returned to the conversation we both kept quiet and had our breakfast but we soon met eyes so I winked at her making her blush and fix her hair a little, once breakfast as finished up and everyone headed to grab their bags she got up too but I grabbed her wrist before she could go,

"You know, you're welcome to come sit on my lap some other time?" I whispered slyly

"I might just take you up on that Jerome," She smiled,

"Maybe I'd be a good source of... relaxation in chemistry?" I smirked,

"Maybe a distraction," She smirked

"Both." I told her, "But if not in class... maybe tonight? At thew table?"

"Maybe tonight, In my room?"

"Deal."

#eugenesimon #eugene simon #jeromeclarke #jerome clarke #houseofanubis #house of anubis #hoa #sibuna

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willel · 8 months

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While I do agree that Will not having focus in s3 and s4 is one of the biggest errors in the show and a confusing choice by the writers, I do think even if he had the consistent screentime that he should’ve- him being a focus in the final season would always make sense. The story of this crew does not exist without him that isn’t a debatable statement, it’s always something that would have to be addressed especially with how he is to this day still connected to the Mindflayer/vecna. So undoubtedly even though it’s messed up how much they sidelined him for seasons now, it doesn’t make the returning focus on him confusing if anything it explains it more cause they have a lot to make up for a lot.

I agree, but like you said, it was still an error not to do more to keep Will connected to what was going on with the supernatural plot. To us, it's obvious he was still connected and that they had no choice but to address it eventually, but not to a general audience member who watches each season once and then forgets about it until the next season comes around. Or the people who watch with their eyes closed if it's a character they don't like on screen.

Here are some things I think they could've done to improve Will's role in things. (some of these are my fanfiction secrets, but hey, it is what it is)

Season 3:

The way they used Will's senses in season 3 was nonsensical. Sometimes he could detect the Mind Flayer from miles and miles away. Sometimes he didn't feel anything until the Mind Flayer was right on top of them or inches away??

To better involve Will with the plot, maybe they should've made it so that he can generally feel the Mind Flayer at all times, active or not. It'd probably make him feel awful physically/emotionally, but it's certainly make it apparent how he's still tied into all this even though he's not possessed.

Make it so he can actually track them down or get a general feel of where they're going.

Make it so he can feel the approaching danger WAY before the Mind Flayer is literally right on top of them. Will should've been interrupting the conversation like "Oh crap, he's coming this way! Like a few blocks away!" rather than having him state the obvious after everyone else without sensing abilities already figured out what's happening....

They did show Will being dazed or having a complete break when the Mind Flayer is nearby, have other characters react to that and give a reason for that happening within the story. Great set up for later.

As a lighthearted addition, maybe Will briefly notices El in the void when she comes to spy on them. Almost like possessed Billy briefly saw El when she went to spy on him. (and then have Will not say a peep about it cause bros don't snitch)

Season 4:

Show how deeply connected Will is to what's going on in Hawkins by having him feel weird all the way in California. Maybe he swears he's hearing whispers or just feels something is off even though everything is completely normal in California.

Maybe whenever Vecna killed someone, Will just feels sick or unsteady? Or numb, or like he's falling again.

Maybe he also realizes something bad is going down in Hawkins pretty much at the same time El is figuring it out (when she goes to visit and hears Max's plan). Will of course wouldn't have the details that El does, but he just knows something is happening because of the feeling he's getting. "That" feeling. And that it's worse than ever before. Like Hawkins is so far away and yet he's still feeling the sensation THAT strongly.

Maybe when they meet up again after saving El from the lab, El is telling them they must hurry to Hawkins because everyone is going to die and instead of being shocked and confused, everyone just goes quiet. She's weirded out by the reaction until someone says "We know." and looks at Will, who is looking at the floor and it's like an "Oh crap" situation.

Maybe his reaction to being back in Hawkins is almost immediate. Like someone notices he's staring off into space and then gets started when someone calls out to him, as a callback to season 2.

Conclusion:

If all of that had happened, we probably wouldn't have needed that conversation with Mike on the couch but it's fine. I mean, at least half of it could've been chopped but maybe it'd still happen as Will reveals to the audience that it was Vecna he's been attached to all this time, not necessarily the Mind Flayer.

Maybe with all this extra info and stuff, the audience could piece together the clues easier. As you can see, it's not exactly a lot of stuff I would add personally. Just scenes between scenes to show no matter how much time has passed or how much distance there is between him and Hawkins, Will is not free and never has been.

#ask #Anonymous #stranger things #will byers #theory

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tumblezwei · 1 year

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mind giving some more detailed thoughts about "velma"? i saw a pretty unflattering review and some people said it was by a hater so it was biased, but i don't wanna sit through something genuinely terrible. fwiw, i liked "mystery incorporated" for a darker iteration of scooby

Oh definitely. I wanna make it clear first off that literally nothing is wrong with making the cast more diverse. It's a complete nonissue that unfortunately needs to be mentioned to make sure everyone knows I'm not a fucking asshole.

And uh, putting this under a cut because wow I had more words than I thought I would.

Pretty much everything outside of absolutely superficial nonsense is just bad. The writing is the most obvious and most damning for me. The first episode opens with Daphne and her friends in the school locker rooms showering and the literal first conversation is them lampshading how pilot episodes always have more gratuitous nudity and sex than the rest of the show. And it's not a one off joke, it's a whole several minutes long bit where they argue about the pros and cons of it. And after Daphne gets stopped by Velma from drowning her friend in a puddle for disagreeing with her, Velma asks "what about race-blind casting? What do you think about that?" We get an answer from Daphne and then the dead body is found.

And that's about what you'll get from the humor. For some reason I expected better than constant sex jokes, nudity, and bit-sized versions of arguments the creators see on Twitter, but you won't get much else. In the same episode is a pregnant woman being photographed naked with her baby pressing against her stomach enough to see the outline because. Funny. And the rare time a joke ever lands it's followed up by another joke lampshading teen mystery show tropes. It's just not funny.

And aside from that is the atrocious pacing. Absolutely nothing is given any room to breathe, and it always feels like you're being flung wildly from plot point to plot point with no emotional attachment to anything going on. Fred gets introduced, he's racist and misogynistic btw, and literally two scenes later he's telling us his character motivations. Just, states point blank that his deal is trying to be Masculine enough for his dad. And then he leaves. And then we get Velma's backstory with her missing mom. And before we have even the rest of the episode to get invested in her search, it's revealed that her mom just left and there was no mystery.

Like, yeah, maybe it's a bait and switch, but the way information is conveyed in this show is so blunt and without a single hint of artistry or care that it felt like a slap in the face.

None of these characters feel like themselves and none of them are fun to watch. Velma is just kind of mean to everyone all the time, Fred has become White Privilege personified, Daphne is Popular Mean Girl, and Sha-sorry Norville is the sad sack friend that has an unrequited crush played for laughs. Also he hates drugs. Haha.

And I'm not saying you can't do fresh takes on these characters, but imo the things that make them feel like themselves just aren't there. Shaggy isn't a desperate nerd afraid that he's a beta male, he's a chill dude that's loved by his friends and loves to have a good time. And oh god I just realized that we didn't even see Norville eat anything. but anyways, Daphne's character is always at it's best when she's a ditzy rich girl who's surprisingly competent. Like the best humor from her comes from how she's basically Barbie in every sense of the definition. Fred is an ally, fuck you. Like I get you went with the White Privilege stereotype because he's the only blue-eyed blind-haired character, but Fred Jones is a fucking himbo and always will be.

The secondary characters are nothing. Just black holes for bad jokes. The plot is stupid point blank.

And there's Velma's hallucinations that are thought to be conjured from her guilt at her mother's disappearance. But never once are they treated seriously. We get one scene where the horror of it gets built up only to be immediately made into a joke. The scary stuff in this show has no tension. Nothing is ever given proper tension, nothing ever gets lingered on. We see a horrifying image of a viney arm wriggling it's way into Velma's heart and then they make a joke. Velma runs through a horror house made from her own mind only a joke to be made about Norville's feelings for her. Which he has. Velma also has a crush on Fred btw. And despite the obvious end goal of Velma/Daphne, the two have no chemistry between them.

And there's no Scooby Doo. Because apparently that's what makes the franchise a kids show. Sure. Why not?

Just. Don't watch this. If you're a Scooby Doo fan you're not gonna get anything out of it. Go rewatch Mystery Incorporated instead if you want to see these characters treated with respect.

#ask #anon #discourse tag

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jennyandvastraflint · 1 month

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Would you like to answer either/both of these?

Vastra

4. what about their personality i like

7. the moment of theirs that made me the happiest

9. my favorite canon outfit of theirs

13. what i dont like about the way the fandom portrays them

Osgood

3. whether or not i have any merchandise/objects with them

5. what about their backstory makes me emotional

10. my favorite moment with them in canon

14. what i liked about the way canon portrayed them

(I know nothing about Osgoods backstory tbh but I imagine you might know more? If not feel free to answer with a headcanon OR for Vastra instead :) )

Thank you for the fugitive Doctor ask!!

Thank you so much for the ask!!

So first, let's begin with Vastra!

4. what about their personality i like

Gosh, where do I even start! So, one thing I love about her is how direct she can be, cutting out all the nonsense she doesn't care about in conversations, and I looove her sarcasm. She is so witty, while at the same time absolutely horrendous at talking about things about her past and trauma and emotions, and hnnng! I also love how utterly in love she is with Jenny, and that she can and will bite someone if Jenny is in danger.

7. the moment of theirs that made me the happiest

I don't think I can name just one singular moment, I love all the scenes that show her and Jenny's love so plainly. I think that's a general rule of thumb: if Jenny and Vastra are happily flirting, I'm happy as well. One particular moment I have in recent memory is a scene from the first Trespassers boxset in which Jenny and Vastra lie in bed at night. Jenny can't sleep and Vastra asks what's troubling her, and as her mind begins working, she asks Jenny to get her butterfly book. Jenny refuses because she's sleepy, and Vastra whispers a "Good night, sweet one" to her, and when I first heard it, I legit burst into tears and sobbed for twenty minutes. In the show, I think I'd have to say the painting scene? XD It's a classic, really. But they don't get that many comedic scenes in the show, it feels like. Most are given to Strax. Am I rolling my eyes at the scene a bit? Yes, because they are impossible. But I'm also over here kicking my legs.

9. my favorite canon outfit of theirs

Okay, so I have two, technically, one for THIS IS SO FUCKING COOL and one for Oh my god she truly is such a classy, special silly, I love her so much.

Also, death on the catsuits, death, death! Vastra would FREEEEEZE in them... Also they're ugly and impractical. Just look at how HOT she looks in the Demons Run look!!!

13. what i dont like about the way the fandom portrays them

Vastra communicating openly about her emotions.

No, I'm joking. I think it might be (this is something I dislike about Big Finish as well at times actually) that people believe she's the one in charge in the relationship with Jenny. Because... No, this is where our opinions differ. I will say, though, as the fandom is rather small, I know pretty much everyone who does write fanfic/draw fanart personally atp (or most of you anyway), so we share a lot of opinions due to our negotiating.

And now, I'll follow up with Osgood!!

3. whether or not i have any merchandise/objects with them

I have bought "The Wintertime Paradox" by Dave Rudden because of Osgood's story (without realising it has the wonderful story "A Perfect Christmas" about the Paternoster Gang as well), so if that counts? Oh, actually, does Big Finish audio count? If not, just as well. I don't think I have any merchandise with Osgood specifically, but I do have a lab coat that could be used as part of an Osgood cosplay. Most of my Doctor Who stuff though, is audios and books!

5. what about their backstory makes me emotional

I think it's at least brushed upon in the show as well, but her (lack of) relationship with her family? Osgood has a sister who's basically better at everything, and they feel a bit pushed to the side. I unfortunately don't remember the precise details, but in "The Wintertime Paradox", Osgood is working on Christmas Eve, and that's made me a bit emotional... Also that they struggle with self-worth which is brought up in a few audios! Oh, and obviously the entire thing with the second Osgood and how they are both and neither, and everyone always asks Which are you? (I think I've written a bit of that into... Uhhhhh... One of my fics. One of the fairytale AUs)

10. my favorite moment with them in canon

Gosh, Osgood isn't in that many scenes of the show, hu! I think it's the bonding with 12 in the Zygon episodes. In extended media, there is much more, but it's been too long since I've listened to it all.

14. what i liked about the way canon portrayed them

I love that despite Osgood being a sort of "fan character", they aren't turned into a mere mirror, but Osgood is a character in their own right. One of the little quips throughout the audios that stuck with me and definitely influences my perception of them as some form of enby, is that Osgood tells people quite a few times that she wants to be "just Osgood", no Miss, or whatever. It's just a really nice thing for me personally to hear. Oh yeah, also that Osgood is totally autistic-coded.

I hope my answers satisfy! Thank you again for the ask!

#doctor who #madame vastra #petronella osgood #vastra #osgood #ask

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erin-rosita · 10 months

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RISK IT ALL

(Miguel O'Hara x Female Reader)

CHAPTER 2 EVERYBODY!

2 MIGUEL O'HARA

You woke up this morning feeling so heavy on your eye. Feels like the whole multiverse is about to unravel straight out of it.

But then your spidey sense kicked in.

Flashes of the Spiderman trying to get into your universe creeped up in your mind. You need to be ready.

She can pinpoint the exact location where they'll be coming from, should she confront them head on? or should she ambush them?

She's in good terms with the police so backup should be good, but she don't want to cause panic, arrggh, why is she overthinking this?

Okay, stay calm, The best thing to do now is to keep her composure and handle this as calm as possible, don't panic, if she panics, so will the city.

"Found a loophole.", Lyla confirms.

"Get a squad ready for backup in case things get messy. I'm going in."

Miguel has seen everything for all he knows, so this should be easy.

As he enters the portal,

"No anomalies on sight, we'll just do a quick scan of the spiderman in the vicinity and invite them to the society and call it a day, now where is that spide-.."

She stood right in front of the portal, confronting, her one eye stern, unmasked, but stood tall.

"Who are you and why are you here?", she says with confidence.

"I'm Miguel O'Hara, Spiderman of Earth 928B, I lead an elite strike force dedicated to the security of the multiverse, and I'm here to recruit you."

He unmasks himself. Probably to give her some assurance that he's not a bad guy because of his good looks, not gonna lie he is pretty, but he still has that menacing look.

She raises a brow, "Yeah I'm going to need a lot more information than that buddy." She crosses her arms towards her chest.

"You can have all the information you need if you come with me." Miguel says impatiently.

"Hey I'm the one asking questions here! You're the one that snuck in MY universe!"

"Oh yeah? Well why are you hiding it in the first place? Because if you didn't then we wouldn't be having this conversation, instead you would've just joined and helped us plenty with the multiverse in crisis!"

"Oh it's hidden for a good reason, to rid my universe off of all this multiverse nonsense, and my world is doing just fine until an anomaly killed my dad!"

The silence was deafening from that very second.

Miguel was caught off guard. You stood your ground, yet he sees your eye filled with anguish.

You broke the silence,

"Peter says its a canon event, and I know plenty about it. I'm not going stand by and watch anymore people get hurt by this.", You followed.

"And that's why we are here, to make sure that these anomalies go back to where they came from, and stop them from wandering to the wrong universe. We can't do that without your help.", Miguel replied.

You weren't aware at all that Miguel was holding you close on your shoulders to avoid yourself from falling onto your knees of how much it hurt for you to unravel just like that towards a man you just met.

"How bad is it? The crisis?"

"A kid is attempting to break a canon event, and created a powerful entity that wants to destroy the kid's universe and potentially every other universe. Want me to keep going?"

"That bad huh, hope I'm not too late."

"We could use all the help we can get."

You sigh."Let's do it."

"Good."

Into the Spiderverse you go.

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Late update, sorry. But here it is! Should I add some illustrations too? What do you think?

#miguel ohara x reader #miguel o'hara #fiction #fanfiction #fanfic #spider man: across the spider verse #atsv #spiderman2099 #spiderman 2099 #miguelito #lyla spiderverse #original female character

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roxanadiaz · 4 months

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ℂ𝕒𝕥 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕞𝕪 𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕦𝕖

𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕴 𝖉𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖐 𝕴 𝖌𝖊𝖙 𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖆𝖓𝖞𝖔𝖓𝖊

the sounds of a sea of screaming people calling your name, but you can't name one of them. bruised knees and bandaids are just a small part of the lessons learned. singing in the bathtub for the acoustics. thrifted betsy johnson dresses worn to big premieres. your messy room fully reflects your messy mind. where has your heart run off, now? trying to get people to see the real you, only to be perceived as cool. you hold grudges to the point your heart begs for you to stop and let it go. revenge is in your nature, much like asking for forgiveness. just try not to fall off stage, this time - please.

ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕋𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕤

Ballad of a Homeschooled Girl by Olivia Rodrigo Roxana Diaz || " Laughed at the wrong time / Sat with the wrong guy / Searching 'how to start a conversation' on the website / Talked to this hot guy, swore I was his type / Guess that he's been making out with boys, like, all night / Everything I do is tragic "

Enchanted by Taylor Swift || " This night is sparkling, don't you let it go / I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home / ... Lingering question kept me up / 2AM, who do you love? / I wonder 'til I'm wide awake "

Not Another Rockstar by Maisie Peters || " Talk about me, but make it all about you / Caught you rippin' your jeans, and that's when I knew / You'd leave me dead if it set you apart / And I'm like, "Oh goddamn, not another rockstar" "

Nonsense by Sabrina Carpenter || " I'll be honest, looking at you got me thinking nonsense / Cartwheels in my stomach when you walk in / Think I got an ex, but I forgot him / And I can't find my chill, I must've lost it / I don't even know, I'm talking nonsense "

All American Bitch by Olivia Rodrigo Roxana Diaz || " Forgive and I forget / I know my age and I act like it / Got what you can't resist / I'm a perfect all-American bitch "

Too Well by Reneé Rapp || " It's easier holding a grudge / Rather be angry than crushed / I'm doing too much / I'm back where I started again / Crying and calling my friends / This shit never ends "

When Emma Falls in Love by Taylor Swift || " 'Cause she's the kind of book that you can't put down / Like if Cleopatra grew up in a small town / And all the bad boys would be good boys / If they only had the chance to love her / And to tell you the truth, sometimes I wish I was her "

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔹 𝕊𝕚𝕕𝕖 ( 𝘢 𝘷𝘶𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 )

older by Sasha Alex Sloane || " The older I get, the more that I see / My parents aren't heroes / They're just like me "

Older Than I am by Lennon Stella || " My heart's seen things I wish it didn't / Somewhere I lost some of my innocence / And I miss it "

Baby, You're a Haunted House by Gerard Way || " And the nights, they last forever / And the days are always making you blue / In the dark we laugh together / Cause the misery's funny to you "

Mean Something by Lizzy McAlpine || " I saw your name on a street sign / In the middle of nowhere / And that has to mean something "

Suburbia by Troye Sivan || " Have you hear me on the radio? / Did you turn it up? / Are you blowing that stereo in suburbia? "

making the bed by Olivia Rodrigo Roxana Diaz || " Sometimes I feel like I don't wanna be where I am / Gettin' drunk at a club with my fair-weather friends / Push away all the people who know me the best / ... I'm so tired of bein' the girl that I am / Every good thing has turned into something I dread / And I'm playin' the victim so well in my head / But it's me whose been making the bed "

The Lucky One by Taylor Swift || " And they tell you that you're lucky, but you're so confused / 'Cause you don't feel pretty, you just feel used "

#{ on the outside of the greatest inside joke || musing. }

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bmaxwell · 8 months

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Baldur's Gate 3

Baldur's Gate was my first-ever PC game. I came home with a shiny new PC a coworker built for me, and stopped at Best Buy to pick up the MicroProse Magic the Gathering game and Baldur's Gate. The game was positively mind blowing. It used AD&D rules (my first tabletop system) it had gorgeous isometric graphics, and FIVE (5) discs. Console gaming had nothing like it.

5 years later I was burned out on the genre* and maybe the rest of the world was too, because that style of game stopped being made. Years later when Pillars of Eternity, Tyranny, and Divinity Original Sin came along, I spent time with each but was never truly enamored with them. I figured that, like RTS games, Metallica, and kart racers, CRPG's were something I used to like.

So when Baldur's Gate 3 released in early access, I largely ignored it. I'm not going to spend time playing an unfinished story-centric game, and even if I did? I haven't finished One of These in some 20 years. It's a bad bet.

However.

I'm like an alcoholic that drives past every bar in town every day. I listen to video game podcasts, and I talk games with friends. A couple of friends' enthusiasm for the game was infectious and, near release, Larian Studios announced that they were upgrading standard preorders to the Deluxe Edition for free. Well, if I ever do want the game I'll want the deluxe edition, and I can get that upgrade for FREE now? I'm basically losing money if I don't buy it. Right?

Buy it I did, and I was immediately hooked. I even spent an eternity in the character creator,** mostly debating my race and class. I get major FOMO with games like this. I want to see everything there is, and that's just not possible. I can't pick every lock AND smooth talk every conversation AND be a follower of every god, and so on. I finally settled on a Tiefling Warlock, a patron of The Great Old Ones.

Oh Aremon. I have so much I need to warn you about. But alas, I cannot.

It turns out there's a lot more than your character and class keeping you from seeing everything Baldur's Gate 3 has to offer. The game gives you an incredible amount of freedom. The studio touted the game's "17,000 endings" which seems nonsensical. After putting a hundred hours into the game I can believe it now. There are choices and events - big and small - whose outcomes ripple out into what feels like an ocean of possibilities.

The game reacts to everything you do. I've played a few saves and have friends playing their own campaigns, and the way we swap Baldur's Gate 3 stories feels like the old days on the playground. "Oh, you saved the druid grove? Well I heard you can assassinate the leader and there's a war and the whole GROVE is basically destroyed! Billy says he went and saved their missing leader and Susie says she helped an evil Drow elf raid the grove and burn it down!"

Susie that bitch.

And that's all true. Every action you take, every quest you follow through on or ignore, every area you miss altogether - these all have tendrils that spread out and touch every other thing in the game. It feels like there's a DM with a folders full of wrinkled papers of hastily scrawled notes alongside their binder of carefully written world lore that the players may never see.

The story revolves around mindflayers, opening with your character being restrained and infected with a gruesome parasite. It's a pretty good impetus to set you off on a quest to get that teethy little tadpole out of your head. No one needs to tell you that the kingdom is in danger, you have your own personal stakes in the form of unwelcome parasite in your brain. You can just watch that opening cutscene again if you need reminding of the situation's urgency. *shudder*

Or, perhaps not. Maybe this tadpole gives you cool powers. If one tadpole is good, more must be better!

Right?

As of now I am into chapter 3, exploring the titular city of Baldur's Gate, and I have no idea how this is all going to play out.*** The shades of grey and the way the game subverts expectations speaks to the quality of its writing. Dungeons and Dragons is some 50 years old now. Creative works carry the world view of their makers - hopes, fears, sense of justice, and prejudices are all along for the ride. They HAVE to be.

It's a black and white world where the monsters are evil and the heroes are heroic. The black skinned Drow are born evil and cruel, orcs are wild, savage, dumb, and violent. Mind flayers are cruel, thriving on enslaving others for their own ends. Thankfully the writers have gone outside the tired stereotypes pretty often with Baldur's Gate 3.

It makes me happy that I have a female Tielfing demonic barbarian who is somehow big hearted and vulnerable while also being powerful and kickass. My cleric is worships Shar, goddess of darkness. She's not necessarily evil per se, but she's definitely not about holy water and rays of holy light shining down from above.

And those mind flayers? Maybe they're not so bad. Not all of them. Some of my best friends are mind flayers! Or maybe that's my tadpole parasite thing speaking. I've met monsters who were not monsters at all. It's a lot of shades of grey and I DIG that.

The game gives you some weighty choices. I've had a handful of moments where I had to sit back and ponder for a few minutes, and these usually involve my party members. Each party member I've recruited (I have missed a few that I know of also) has been wonderfully written and voice acted. They each carry their own baggage and their own backstory that they will eventually share with you. We're all in the same parasitic boat together, but we each have our own demons.****

I have a vampiric theater kid, a spunky demon lady, a melancholy mage, a heroic warlock, an emo cleric, and a fearsome warrior traveling with me. Well, had. I ended up killing one of them when their morals went too far off the rails for me. It's not a choice I made lightly and I do not regret it. My friends have had their stories play out differently. The world reacts to your decisions and so do your party members. They're not just blank ciphers to blindly follow in whatever you do. They'll make their opinions known up to the point of leaving or even attacking you. I've seen their stories play out in very different ways based on who was in my active party at the time of a key story event.

Video game stories are very hit or miss for me. With RPG's I'm usually there for the combat and systems as much as the story. Baldur's Gate 3's main story is engaging and kept me invested from start to finish. Every party companion felt like a fully fleshed out character who I wanted to learn more about and hear more from. Even some of the game's side plots were engaging - one involving a hag comes to front of mind. There's just so damn much DETAIL here, and none of it feels extraneous. The developers have clearly played a lot of Dungeons & Dragons, they know the sorts of things players want to do, and they made a game that says "Yes, actually you CAN do that" surprisingly often.

That freedom extends to the game's combat as well. You can throw objects, ignite pools of oil or alcohol, electrify water, push people off ledges, and on and on. My concern was that I'd get overwhelmed like I did with Larian's previous game Divinity Original Sin 2, but the combat threads the needle of being challenging without typically being overly long (spending an hour plus in combat only to lose and have to start over feels bad).

I can't close this review without mentioning that Larian did a great job replicating the act of rolling a die, a key component of tabletop games. The die clatters about and settles on its number in a satisfying way, and the excitement of a natural 20 on a long shot or the deflation of a crummy roll are intact here in this digital translation. The game handles luck streaks too - there's an option called Karmic Dice that you can toggle in the system menu, which prevents long runs of bad die rolls. After all, the dice add some welcome randomness but they should never play a huge role in determining how things play out.

The inspiration system is also wonderful - the game grants characters an "inspiration point" that can be spent on a reroll either in combat or in a skill check. These points are earned by essentially roleplaying your characters; smooth-talking Astarion will get inspiration points whenever you lie, persuade, or otherwise bullshit your way through a situation while no-nonsense bruiser Lae'zel is inspired whenever you mop the floor with foes in battle. The game is full of these thoughtful little touches.

The game writes a LOT of checks in the opening act, and somehow manages to cash them all. Choices you've made, people you've helped or hurt or ignored will come back around to you in the final act. Major events will play out wildly differently based on who is in your adventuring party. When it came down to the end, I made choices that felt right for the people in my party. It felt more like an ensemble cast rather than my character being the star of the show and everyone else supporting him. I'm writing this the morning after finishing the game, and I'm debating whether to reload my final save to see how other options play out. On one hand, I'm curious; on the other, it feels like the ending I got was my canonical ending, and playing tourist with it would feel dishonest.

As someone who hasn't seriously played D&D since 3rd edition (and not at all with the 5th edition ruleset used in Baldur's Gate 3) I'm not sure which elements are from the tabletop and which are unique to the video game. All I know is that, while no videogame can wholly replicate the experience of spending a Saturday afternoon at a table rolling dice, talking in bad accents, and poring over rulebooks and character sheets with friends, Baldur's Gate 3 does a better job than any game before it. *After Icewind Dale, Icewind Dale II, Planescape: Torment, and Baldur's Gate 2 **At least 15 minutes! ***I've since finished the game ****Figurative and otherwise

#video games #baldur's gate 3

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