Rage, rage, against the dying of the light.

!REQUESTS ARE OPEN! New Rooster Teeth reader insert blog here! I love to write and I love to entertain so I figured I'd try and do both for you all! I'll write tsfs, slash fics, and eventually some long running stories. I write Achievement Hunter, Funhaus, and I really like to write FAHC AUs. I currently don't write RWBY and RedvsBlue but I probably will in the future. I also don't write smut.

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To help make up for my insane lack of uploads (because of finals) here’s the playlist I write The Way to if anyone’s interested. I should be uploading again regularly towards the end of next week （>﹏<）unfortunately you need spotify to listen to it >__> but I’d figure I’d post it anyway.

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Fanfic Day Meme

I thought along with Fanfic Rec Day it’d be a good idea to start up an ask meme for writers so they can gush about writing and words and everyone can have a platform to ask writers some burning questions about their work.

Be proud and spread word about your hard work all around, writers! Today’s a day for all of us to appreciate you and your efforts : ) 

What is your favorite fic you have under your belt?

What is your favorite snippet of dialogue?

What inspired [insert fic]?

Do you prefer writing long or short fics?

What’s your favorite headcanon you use in fics?

What’s the detail you wait on bated breath for readers to notice?

How much do you like symbolism in your fics?

How often do people catch onto your little details?

What’s the fic you like the least?

What would you change if you had it all to do again?

What’s a fanfic idea you haven’t done yet?

What’s the hardest thing to write for you?

Do you have a favorite character to write for?

What’s your favorite shipping fic you’ve written? Favorite gen fic?

Give us a snippet of something from your WiPs!

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(I hope the way I word this is understandable) Could you write one where you're a bit claustrophobic and you're in an elevator with Miles and you're fine until it breaks down and you start to have a panic attack while you're waiting for the problem to be fixed and he calms you down?

((You worded this just fine! I actually have the same fear. (T⌓T)))

Lugging your heavy bags into the lobby you stared up at the massive flight of stairs to had to climb to reach your hotel room.

“The tenth floor,” you whined “I’m going to die of old age before I get my stuff up there.” Miles came up behind you and slung an arm around your shoulders. 

“Just take the elevator, it’s not like you have to take the stairs.” The thought of taking an elevator made you a bit uneasy, but he was right. You could stand to get in there just one time. It would be quick and easy, like a shot. Besides, what were the odds that this one time you decided to use the elevator, something bad would happen?

It took you a moment to walk over the threshold of the elevator as Miles help the door back. You wheeled your bags to the corner and held onto the bar for dear life as the doors slid closed. When the mechanisms started to move all of a sudden, you jumped and your hands started to pour sweat. Miles looked as you worriedly, noticing your chest was slightly heaving.

“Are you okay? You look like you’re going to vomit.” You forced a laugh and squeezed your eyes shut.

“I’m uh, I’m just not the hugest fan of elevators.”

“Aw, (Y/N), I’m sorry. Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve walked up the stairs with you.” The numbers above the door lit up slowly with each floor you passed. Each new number that glowed calmed your heartbeat, knowing your terrifying endeavor would be over soon.

“Easy for you to say,” you teased, trying to get your mind off of the situation “all you took is in a backpack because you wear the same pair of underwear for a week.” He threw his head back in laughter. 

“Well that just means I could’ve helped you with your stuff.” When the both of you were finished giggling the elevator came to a jolting halt and slid downwards for a split second. You sunk to the floor and pulled your knees to your chest.

“Huh, we stopped.” Miles said casually. Staring at him incredulously, eyes blown wide, you wondered how he was so calm. He walked to the pad of buttons and pressed the one that forced the door open. However when they did open it was merely a concrete wall pressed against the metal coffin, blocking you freedom. Now you started to panic. The room was starting to feel tighter than your chest and your vision was blurred by tears and wet lashes. Seeing your condition, Miles quickly hit the emergency button notifying the fire department that you were stuck. He kneeled down in front of you and rubbed the back of your neck.

“Hey, listen we’re going to be okay,” he had to speak over the alarm that was subsequently ringing; the loud noise intensifying your anxiety “we’ll be out of here fast and I promise I’ll never let you go on an elevator again. I’ll walk up the stairs with you from now on matter what.” You put your hands over your eyes but the tears kept coming, slipping through the cracks of your fingers.

“You don’t understand, Miles” your voice was overcome with tremors “I can’t handle this.” He gently pulled your hands away from your eyes and tilted your chin so that you were looking at his big lovely smile, holding your hands in his large warm ones.

“Yes you can,” he laced your fingers with his “this isn’t forever. I promise you’ll get out of this.” Miles continued to massage your hands until the elevator started to move again. He thanked the firemen for you as you just sat on the floor in the middle of the hallway, too shaken to speak. When he came back he grabbed your bags.

“I can’t thank you enough.” You just stood up and wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him tight. When you pulled away you admired his naturally goofy grin.

“Not a problem. Now let’s track up those stairs and get you to your room.”

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Hello! Firstly I would like to say your fics are amazing! Omg I love them. I have even cried. They are all so beautifully written, they are just so amazing. Is it alright for a Miles Luna one? With loads of fluff? If you can't do that its all g but thanks anyway!

((Omg thank you so much! I don’t want to make you cry though!༼☯﹏☯༽ There is kind of a hint that the reader has depression or has been sad for a long time, just a warning.))

There were days where swallowing cups of bitter coffee was the only medication. Sleeping wouldn’t help because the dreams were just as plaguing as reality. However when Miles came into your life things changed. Like coffee creamer and dreams of sugar plum fairies, things just became sweater.

You sat on a swing that was too small and too short for you but you swung your feet anyway to get as high as you could. The rust from the metal chains made your hands dirty but the more the more the swing set creaked, you knew the higher you’d get. You waited for Miles to set up the blanket and pillows in the middle of the large green field, clouds occasionally peeking into your view as you went higher and higher. He looked over at you, smiling at how happy you looked.

“Are you having fun, babe?” You dug your heels into the gravel to slow down and let the residual swing rock you gently.

“A little too much fun,” you giggled as you kicked your feet, anxious to keep going “even though this small seat is really hurting my thighs.”

“It’s nice to see you smiling again.” He fixed the pillows so they were right next to each other, mimicking an actual bed. You hopped off of the swings and laid down onto the makeshift bed.

“I’m smiling because of you.” You told him truthfully. Miles laid on his back to watch the sky.

“I don’t think so,” you looked at him curiously “I think you’ve done all the changing on your own. I’m just there when you need someone to cheer you on.” His encouraging words warmed your heart. You scooted closer to him and put your head on his shoulder.

“That’s all I’ve ever needed.” The pretty little flowers and weeds looked so much taller from this angle. Occasionally a dog would bark when its owner stopped him from chasing a squirrel. A baby would giggle in their stroller as their parents blew bubbles. A butterfly would pass, sometimes quietly landing on a blade of grass. 

Besides those beautiful breaks of silence, the world was still. When the peace would completely return, it felt like the two of you were completely alone. Just you and him. Slow breathing and gentle love encapsulating the both of you. Never would you fear running the marathon of life alone again. Because even if you didn’t come in first place, he’d always be there to call you his winner.

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After You Finish Writing a Really Intense Story

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I'm sick and could really go for some Blaine taking care of you while you're sick :)

((Oh no! Feel better soon! ⊂(･ω･*⊂)))

Laying in bed you realized you had one important decision to make. Stay in bed or watch TV? You were bored out of your mind. However, the fever that had racked your body for a few days now had started to take its toll. Even though your temperature was 101 degrees, you were still freezing. After a moment of thought you realized what you had to do.  

Standing up and wrapping the blanket around your shoulders like a heavy cape, you marched towards the living room, walking past Blaine who was eating a sandwich.

“What are you doing?” He asked with a mouthful of bread.

“Not now. I’m on a mission.” You laid the blanket flat in front of the TV and grabbed the remote. Laying in the precise center of the comforter you wrapped yourself up like burrito, but not before you changed the station to your favorite channel. Once you were completely snuggled in, you sighed happily. Blaine sat next to you on the floor and pinched your cheek.

“You look like a caterpillar.” Literally, you rolled around like a pencil sliding down a desk to get a better view of the television.

“As long as I’m a cute caterpillar and not a gross spiky one.” Blaine pulled your log like form closer. You let out a sharp sneeze that hurt your chest, whimpering at the pain.

“Aw, you’re really sick, huh?”

“I’m losing the will to go on!” You whined dramatically. He chuckled and stood up, grabbing a big fluffy pillow from the bedroom.

“Roll onto your belly.” Doing as you were told, you wriggled onto your stomach. Blaine straddled your lower back, put the pillow under your chin, and pulled down the blanket so your shoulders were peeking out. Before you had a chance to ask what he was doing he started to massage the pain away from your joints. Laying your head to the side, you hummed in content, and closed your eyes. He stippled a heart in kisses on your upper back. Once he saw you were sufficiently in dreamland he got up and placed a gentle kiss on your lips. He pressed his own to the shell of your ear and whispered:

“I’ll make you soup when you wake up.”

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The Way (Chapter 2: Home Is Where You Won’t Get Shot)

A/N: So I decided Michael is the love interest in this only because I love writing Michael. This one is an emotional rollercoaster so be warned!

Pairing: FAHC (or I guess Pre!FAHC) XReader

Word Count: 3848

Warnings: Cuss words, mentions of death, mentions of weapons, blood, violence, and injury.

The grass was wet and dewy on the day your mother was buried. Ray sat there next to the dirt for a long time. He was so little, even compared to the gravestone. The clouds hung heavy in the sky, begging to rain. You went to walk up to your brother, but before you could interrupt his silence, your father picked you up and held you close. Cupping your cheek, he gently made you look up at him.

"Can you promise me something sweetheart?" His voice was low so Ray wouldn't hear. You responded by laying your head against his chest, absently staring at the expanse of graves and abandoned bouquets of flowers. "One day I will tell Ray to protect you. Because that's what fathers do. They tell their sons to protect their daughters. But I need you to know, that you are one of the strongest little girls I've ever seen. I need you to make sure your brother stays safe, no matter what, understand?" Quietly you nodded in agreement, understanding his words, but still silently absorbing the shockwaves the death of your mother left. Climbing out of your father's arms you made your way back to your little brother and extended a hand to him. Your voice was little but full of maturity. "C'mon, Ray. We have to go now." You wiped the tears from his glasses with the hem of his shirt, placed them gently back on his face, and helped him up. Grinning, you patted his back. "I got you now, okay?" You said happily. Ray beamed at you, taking comfort in his big sister. There were some gaps in his smile from where his baby teeth had already fallen out. That day, you walked away with the remnants of your family. The memory of that promise forced you out of your fear and had you speeding down the halls back to the chapel. Before the police could grab you, you were banging hard on the door, screaming, praying that they'd hear you through the heavy metal. "RAY!" Your throat went dry as the name pulled out of your mouth like sandpaper. Fists pounding over and over until the police pulled you away. "I'm sorry Miss but we can't allow you back in there! It's safety protocol!" Writhing and kicking against their grip, you kept screaming. "Let me go, you don't understand! I have to get my brother out of here!" Suddenly the door swung open from Ray's force, your father following behind him. But before he had a chance to say a word, your father was being dragged away. "Remember what I told you, Ray." Were your father's parting words. "Dad!" Ray called out trying to grab his father. He looked crushed, still trying to pry the police off of him. "Sorry kid. Times up." A guard put a muzzle over your father and the both of them were walking away. "No! Please!" Another officer held your brother back even though he stopped fighting. He cried out once more, calling to his father who was halfway down the hallway, tears spilling over the edge of his cheeks. Once everything was settled and the both of you were composed, you were escorted out of the building, back to your car. They forced you to walk slowly even though you were desperate to get out of there quickly. When you got to your car you nervously fumbled with your keys, trying to get into the vehicle as fast as possible. You buckled in and turned on the car but Ray was still outside with his head hung, staring at the ground. "C'mon, Ray! We have to go now!" Panic soaked your voice and your eyes were blown wide, hands trembling. Reluctantly he got into the car and you swerved out of the parking lot. You didn't wait for Ray to ask why you were in such a rush. "Geoff called me. You know that asshole that beat the shit out of me? Apparently he really doesn't take any crap. They set up a fake meeting with Geoff at the docks and they tried to fucking kill him. He got out of there obviously but that fucker and his gang are looking for us." Ray looked up at you with worry on his face.   "What are we going to do?" His frightened voice made your chest sore. You looked at him and saw the fear in his eyes, reminding you of all the times you had to get your brother out of a scary situation when he was young. Now wasn't any different. "Geoff has a key to our house. He's grabbing our shit and meeting us at a motel. I already ordered us a room. We'll have to stay there for awhile." Ray silently put his head in his hands. You were still focusing on the road and white knuckling the wheel, trying to get him to a safe place as fast as possible. "Listen, Ray. Everything's going to be okay. I'm not letting you go. I won't leave you alone," you pulled one of his hands away from his face and held it firmly "we're in this together, okay?" He looked at you for a long moment, unsure of as to why you weren't screaming at him. "(Y/N). This is my fault. Don't you get that?" He sounded angry but mostly worried. "It's my fault too. I should've watched over you more, I just..." Your voice trailed off as you wiped a teardrop from your cheek. Nothing in your face suggested you were sad. You wouldn't let the expression show. However you couldn't stop the drops from spilling. Decorating your cheeks like tiny translucent gems. No matter how many times Ray asked you how it could possibly be your fault, you didn't answer. You were afraid that if you opened your mouth all your anxiety would come pouring out and scare him even more. It was sunset by the time you got to Billingsgate motel. You were much more relaxed knowing you were out of the area. Geoff was standing in the parking lot, leant against a large black van, and taking a long drag of his cigarette. You pulled up next to him and got out of the car, although Ray sat inside. "What's the van for?" You eyed the vehicle curiously. "I wanted to take as much of your shit as I could". You walked behind the van and opened it's doors. The couch and pieces of the beds were in the back. On top were all your essentials and your precious items. Unfortunately, you saw Ray's sniper that looked like it was supposed to be hidden in your belongings. Irritated, you snapped your head towards Geoff, whispering angrily. "Are you out of your mind? Were you trying to hide that thing from me?" Geoff rolled his eyes and put a hand on your shoulder. "Listen. That thing is fucking expensive. The least you can do is pawn it off. Also, you might want to keep that thing close by, at least for tonight. And I wasn't hiding it from you genius." "Then who were you hiding it from?" You were still glowering. "The police. Never know when you're going to get searched." "Do a better job next time," you threw a pillow at him "where am I going to keep all this furniture anyway?" "Don't worry about that. Just take what you need and the rest can stay to my place for the time being." You never could stay mad at him. Especially when he was so nice to you. Pulling him into a hug you felt him tense and squirm. "Not in public, alright, kid?" Laughing, you hugged him tighter. Ray came up and cocked a brow at the sight.   "Um, not to ruin the moment but can I make a suggestion?" You let go of Geoff and were relieved to see your brother's change in demeanor. "Of course, shoot." You said picking the pillow up that you threw, and tossing it back in the van. "Now, hear me out." "This should be good." Geoff said sardonically, flicking his cigarette on the ground, and putting it out with his foot. Ray glared at Geoff before he continued to speak. "That money I got from- well, you know, is hidden under a floorboard in my bedroom," Geoff walked around to the driver's  side of the car "we don't have to live like this for god knows how long. All we have to do is go back there-" before Ray could finish Geoff dropped a heavy pillow sack by Ray's feet. "Way ahead of you buddy. It's not enough to do shit with. It's grocery and motel money for the next month. Maybe a month and a half. You spent most of it on the sniper." Ray's mouth hung in surprise. You punched Geoff in the arm for not being more sensitive.   The stars started coming out and the air went cold. Rubbing the goosebumps from your arms you suggested that it was probably best to go inside and stay low. Ray was grabbing as much as he could and went to get the key card. When Ray was gone, Geoff put a hand on your shoulder. "Listen, I have to go," you tried to beg him to stay but he wasn't having it and cut you off before you could let out a sound "I have to make sure no one's on my ass or yours." "Geoff, they almost killed you!!" "I know. But they didn't, did they?" He let a boastful smile plaster his face. Shuffling your feet, you stared at the ground and shoved your hands in your pockets. "I don't want to lose another friend, Geoff." Your voice was crackling with sorrow. Even more tears threatening so drip. "You're not going to lose me." He ruffled your hair and got back into his van. You stood there, still staring at the ground, as he backed out and left. When you saw his rearview lights heading off, you waved goodbye.   Eventually you and Ray settled into the dusty room. The color of striped wallpaper was dull and the paper itself was peeling off. The rug was matted and smelled of mold. There was a tiny couch that didn't match the color scheme of the room and one bed, next to an indoor floor AC unit that didn't work and was caked with dust. The bathroom was no better, with fake tiles peeling from the ground and a cracked mirror. After a long silence, Ray spoke up: "Well, we have had worse." He shrugged and smirked, trying to make you feel better. Pulling your eyes away from the stained curtains, you began to chuckle. "Like that one time we lived in a box for a night because we got off of the wrong bus stop and grandpa couldn't find us?" Ray bent over in laughter at the memory you brought up. "Or-or remember when you tried living in a tree and mom thought you ran away? She was so mad at you!" "You remember that? You were like, five!" You sat on the bed because your knees were buckling from laughter. "Of course I remember," Ray sat next to you "the only reason you got down was because you forgot squirrels live in trees and one chased you back into the house." Laying down on the bed you put your head by the footrest, resting the opposite way, staring at the broken ceiling fan. "We've had some good times." Ray frowned, wondering why you sounded so sad. He continued to try and make you laugh. "I think our definition of fun was also pretty different from normal kids." You tried laughing at his dry humor but you couldn't bring yourself to be happy again, but you pulled a smile for him anyway. Ray laid next to you, but the proper way, with his feet by the footrest. "Like my feet in your face?" You wiggled your toes by his nose. He swatted your feet away, laughing. "Oh, yeah. Totally great." After another long pause, Ray got up and put his sniper together and on top of the window sill behind the ugly couch. He sat on the sofa and peeked between the blinds. You turned your head towards him: "What are you doing?"   "Keeping watch. I'm not tired anyway so you can go to bed." "I'm not tired either." You grabbed your own pillows and sheets, fixing the bed so you wouldn't have to lay on that more than likely bed bug infested mattress. It didn't exactly fit right, but it was better than nothing. Once again Ray broke the silence: "Want to know where I learned how to shoot?" He asked, peeking the flash-suppressor through the blinds, peering down the side of the barrel. Picking your head up, your ears perked, already completely curious. "Well I know dad couldn't have taught you." "It was grandpa, actually." He looked over his shoulder back at you, smirking. "Shut up. No way?" Ray nodded his head. "It's true. He would take me out to the range when you went with grandma to the salon every Saturday. Never was very good with pistols or automatics. Grandpa said I had a knack for accuracy." "Funny. Considering your shitty vision." Ray's shoulders raised in laughter. "Hey...sis?" You jumped back on the bed, feeling a little better now that the sheets made you feel at home. "What's up?" "Do you ever miss mom?" Immediately all of your muscles tensed, breath stopping cold in your lungs. You wondered why it was so hard to just say yes.   "Well uh- I mean, of course why wouldn't you miss her?" You stood up and slipped on your shoes. "No, I asked if you missed her." His voice was vexed and tight with quiet anger. He knew exactly what you were doing. "Oh, sorry I didn't realize." Quickly you walked out the door and out of the room. Ray didn't even bother to call for you, knowing you'd do anything to get out of answering no matter what. You made a bee-line towards the snack machine to buy something to make it look like you had a reason for leaving like that. For awhile you pretended like you were contemplating what you would buy but you realized you hadn't brought any money with you. Pressing your forehead against the clear plastic you sighed heavily, chest rumbling with anxiety. Like the gods were watching you, you felt your phone buzz in your pocket. You thanked all the deities when you saw it was Barbra. 

"Oh thank god it's you." You wiped the sweat from your forehead. "Hey! What's wrong? You sound stressed." "Me? I'm totally fine." Barbra listened to your tone to see if you were lying. Warily, she continued. "You know East Los Santos Appliances?" "Yeah?" "Well, I know you only take your car out for emergencies but there's a fight going on tonight and I was wondering if you wanted to come?" "I'm not following you." You glanced over at your room window and noticed Ray was no longer watching. "There's a fight club in the appliance store's warehouse. It's right next to it." "Barb, I don't know-" "Aw, come on. You haven't done anything fun in ages." There was no reason for you to say yes. It was late at night, you weren't the hugest fan of violence, it was illegal, costed money you didn't have, and most importantly was the opposite of laying low. However you went anyway, not being able to stand the earful you were going to get from your brother after what you just did. You hopped in your car and shut off your phone, knowing that once Ray saw you driving off, he'd probably call you and you'd get into another lovely argument. When you got in front of the appliance store you didn't see a warehouse to the side. Just a medium rusty shed with the lights on inside. You saw Barbra walk out of it with a handsome man on her arm. When she saw you she waved and raced  towards you, dragging the man along with her. "You made it!" She let go of her arm candy and hugged you tight. "This is it?" You asked as she let go. "No, of course not" she giggled "It's under the shed thing. It's a huge basement, you have to see it. It's awesome." Awesome wasn't necessarily the word you'd use to describe it. After walking down a long narrow staircase, there were cheap dirty bleachers around an old fighting ring that had a torn sweat stained mat with worn out ring ropes. Thankfully the only bouncer by the enterance was distracted so you were able to slip past him and not pay. One less thing on your conscience at least. The man Barbra was with kissed her and left, disappearing behind a curtain where you assumed all the fighters of the night were congregating. You looked at her with a resentful glare. "What?" She questioned, trying to play off any guilt. "Don't act innocent! The only reason why you brought me to this shit show is because Muscles McGee over there works here! That's how we got front row seats, huh?" "His name is Aaron. And I really like him, okay? I wanted you to check him out," she slung her arm over you and gave you a cheeky smile "besides there's someone I want you to meet. He's just your type." Suddenly the ceiling lights went down and small movie lights surrounded the ring. From outside of the fighter's cage stood a man on a table with a cheap microphone in hand. "Ladies and gentlemen," you winced at the awful screeching of the mic "thank you for visiting us tonight! Without any further ado, we present to you our first pair of fighters for the night!" Two men with towels draped over their heads to hide their identities crawled through the ropes, one in each corner. The first one took off is towel. His face was caveman like, with cauliflower ear from being knocked around too many times. "Our first fighter is Mr. Flintstone!" The Neanderthal raised his fists in the air and let out a primal roar. "Our second fighter, and the rookie for tonight, is Spitfire Jones!" You noticed the second man wasn't small, but small in comparison to pre-dated man on the other side of the ring. "Well would you look at that," Barbra spoke slightly surprised "looks like he's up first." You looked at her quizzically and asked: "Who?" She just shrugged, pretending not to know. Getting a good look at the rookie, you saw he had no bruises or signs that he had ever done this before, besides the medium amount of muscle he had. "Is that curly haired kid out of his mind? That amateur is going to get creamed!" Barbra crossed her arms and leant back with confidence. "I don't know, (Y/N), Aaron tells me he's way more than he seems." You furrowed your brows at her, completely unsure as to what was going on. However your gaze was whipped towards the ring when you heard the bell go off, signaling the round was to begin. The fighters danced around each other before cave dweller tried his hand at an overhead punch but the smaller man managed to dodge at a surprising speed. When a jab was then thrown at the rookie he pulled his fists closer to his chest and ducked under the troglodytes arms, throwing all of his weight into strong man's torso, knocking him onto the mat hard. A loud thump was heard when his large head hit the ground. You cringed at the sight. "Holy shit! They're fighting dirty!" You covered your eyes momentarily, pulling away from the violent rumble. "I know," Barbra sounded way too excited "isn't it awesome?!" After a few minutes of wrestling, the rookie was winning, to your complete surprise. Your jaw dropped to the floor when you saw him put the knock off Hulk into a standing Guillotine Choke until he was blue in the face. Everyone stood up cheering and roaring, including you. It was amazing to see. All of the hustle made you forget the ups and downs you had that day. When the match ended Mr. Flintstone had to be carried out of the ring, completely out of energy. Spitfire Jones, even though he was busted and bruised, threw up his fists in victory and hit his chest with his fist in dominance. You found yourself lost in admiration until Barbra grabbed your arm and started dragging you behind the curtain, after both fighters finished exiting the ring. It was there you met Michael Jones for the first time. He sat in a small foldable metal chair, hair sweaty and matted, arms hanging as he was gasping for air. The makeshift medics squirted water from a bottle onto his face to wash away the blood. His lip was split open ad his left eye was already swelling shut. Barbra pushed you towards him. "Hey, Michael." She flicked his arm to get his attention. "Hey." He said in response, lazily lifting up an arm as an attempt to wave. "This is the girl I told you about." You hit her arm, feeling embarrassed. Michael gave you a lopsided smile. "Well she is pretty like you said." You averted your gaze as you blushed and mumbled a thanks under your breath. He took off one of his fighting gloves and extended his hand towards you. "Name's Michael. Nice to meet you. I'd wink but, with my current fucked up condition, it'd probably look like my eyes were just closed." You tittered at his joke, and shook his hand, wondering how someone who looked so beat up could still look so attractive.

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Do you have any favorite writers? :) Love your work btw!

Thanks for the compliment! I hope you mean fanfic writers. I’d suggest everyone I follow because they’re all great but here are a few of my favorites:

@snapmydisk

@roosterteethrambles

@ladyfogg

@kelseywritesthings

@jolheyman

@gussorolex

@adamantium-ellis

They’re all amazing writers and you should follow them!

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49 with Blaine please :)))

((This is the silliest thing I’ve written thus far. (￣x￣;) Cuss words and mentions of alcohol ahead.))

After having a couple too many drinks, you really had to pee. Walking to your bathroom you flipped on the light and gave yourself a glance over in the mirror above the sink.

“Geez, I look like crap.” You mumbled, fixing your hair.

“Hello?” You heard a worried voice come from behind your shower curtain. For a second you froze, thinking it was a ghost. After a moment, you recognized the voice.

“Blaine?” You pulled back the curtains to find Blaine contorted in your tub, stuck in his shirt that he tried to pull over his head, and a belt wrapped tight around his ankles. He was completely incapacitated.

“I’m really drunk, please help me.” You doubled over in laughter, almost falling in the tub with him. Taking a picture with your phone, you asked him what happened.

“I spilled beer on my shirt so I went to your shower to wash up but when I went to take my shirt off I slipped and got stuck,” you had to sit on the toilet lid because you were laughing so hard you thought you’d fall over “then Geoff came in here to take a shit and instead of helping me he took off my belt and wrapped it around my ankles, closed the curtain, shut off the light, and left me here!” Blaine was still wiggling and failing to get unstuck, voice thick with anger.

“Did he poop?” You questioned.

“I heard everything!” You were roaring with laughter as you untied his ankles, amused tears forming in the corners of your eyes.

“How long were you in here for Blaine?” You pulled his shirt off, causing his hair to ruffle wildly. He leant his head against the rim of the tub and gasped for air. Shakily, he stood up:

“Damn, it was hot in there. And I don’t know, it felt like hours,” you handed his shirt and belt back to him “thanks.” You gave him a firm pat on the back.

“Not a problem buddy.”

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27 with FAHC Ryan please?

((Um, so I had no idea how to make this romantic (￣□￣) so I wrote about kidnapping instead. Mentions of blood and well, kidnapping.))

The only sound that echoed off the walls was the resonance of your nervous, trembling, inhales. Desperately you tried to slow your heart rate and relax. Now wasn’t the time to show fear. Fringes of rope dug into your wrists, reddening and burning the skin, and your arms were painfully twisted around the back of the cold metal chair. It was impossible for you to move your legs as they were shackled to the ground, or that’s what you assumed.

When the reverberation of heavy footsteps cut the pattern of your quickening breaths, you tried to see through your blindfold.

“Don’t you look like a nervous little mouse?” The voice you heard could be described as if thick, bubbling, half coagulated blood mixed with venom, had the voice of a man. A man unsure as to whether he was going to kill you quickly, or make you suffer.

“Who are you? What do you want?” You made your voice sound still, and confident.

“Oh,” you felt a strong hand firmly grab the back of your head “you want to see me, don’t you?” The blinding light of a dentist’s lamp made you squint as he violently tore your blindfold off, ripping your head forward. However it wasn’t a man you saw when your eyes adjusted. It was a demon with a skull on its shoulders and ice cubes for eyes stuck in the void like holes in its face. You forced a cheeky smile even though fear was sticking to your bones like old gum.

“Hiding your face behind a mask huh?” He laughed at your fake confidence. His chortle turned manic and rang loudly in your ears. The warm blood was know whistling in its pot with steam. He put his face so close to yours, you could see every fleck in his eyes.

“You have no clue what you’ve gotten yourself into, do you?”

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Can I get 14 with Chris D please?

Before then, it was never anything more than friendship. You two had teetered on the brink of romantic but were too scared to ever go over the edge. The both of you sat on his couch while he was watching some movie you weren’t interested in as he played with your hair and you rested your head on his lap, playing Mario Kart on your DS. You tried to ignore that fact the he suddenly went oddly still. However you couldn’t help but jump when he suddenly shut the t.v. off. You looked up at him, shutting off your handheld, and drawing your brows together.

“Whats wrong, Chris?” He didn’t look at you, he just stared at the blank television screen.

“Have you ever thought about… like… us?” You sat up and tilted your head.

“You mean like, us like…a couple?” Chris looked at you, slightly irritated.

“How else could I mean it? It’s obvious we both like each other,” realizing what he said out of frustration, he hunched his shoulders in embarrassment “I mean- at least I think so.” Being too shy to look at him, you took his hand and played with his fingers, running your thumb over his knuckles. Biting your lip, you spoke quietly:

“Well, I do like you Chris.” He laced his fingers with yours and kissed you on the cheek.

“I like you too.”

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Maybe a combo of 8 and 37 with Miles please? :)

((1. It’s really hard to type with a bandaid DX 2. Why are my scenes always at night? 3. Mentions of alcohol ahead!))

There always comes a point at a party where things just start to become overwhelming. Sometimes the music just gets too loud or there are too many people. Everybody needs a break once in awhile. So you took your glass of wine outside and leant against the iron bar of the balcony. Not really looking at anything in particular, just taking in the city lights and how the skyline blended with the stars. While you were taking a slow sip of your drink you heard the sliding glass door open behind you.

“Why aren’t you inside?” Miles stumbled over the bottom of the door frame, almost spilling his beer. You couldn’t help but snicker at his clumsiness.

“Wow, Miles,” he walked over to you and rested with you against the balcony, except he tried to look cool by pressing his back against it and leaning with his elbows “you’re so drunk.” 

“Pfft, I haven’t even had as many thinks as you drink I’ve had,” he put his drink down on a table in the corner “and you didn’t answer my question. Why aren’t you inside?”

“It just got a little too much for me, I just like to take things slow, you know?”

“You want to slow dance?” You shook your head laughing.

“N-no, Miles, that’s not what I said-” he took your wine glass and put it with his drink before you could finish. Bowing to you, he extended his hand a took yours.

“May I have this dance?”

“You want to slow dance to trap music?” Miles put one hand on your waist and with his other hand, he held yours.

“No, no, no, I’m going to sing to you.”

“Oh are you,” you put a loving hand on his upper arm “please, serenade me then.”

“And afteraaaaaaaall, you’re my wonderwaaaaaaall!” You winced at Miles’s grating drunk tone, still slow dancing. Sighing, you mumbled:

“Why did I think you were actually going to sing to me?”

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So this isn't on the prompt list you reblogged, I saw it on a different one, but I like your writing so much I'd love to see what you do with it. "I think I'm in love with you and I'm terrified" with Jon Risinger and you're terrified because you've never really been in a relationship before so you've never really felt this way and you really don't wanna mess things up.

((Got a tad carried away. (；^ω^)))

The both of you sat by the edge of the pool, feet dangling in the cool water, watching the pool light change colors. Jon put a warm hand on yours as the two of you sat there in silence. The gentle night air made a few strands of his long hair float in the breeze, even though most of it was under his beanie. He leant closer to you and pointed to the sky:

“See that up there?” 

“The star?” You asked, not too sure what he was so suddenly interested in.

“Yeah, it’s called Antares. It’s my favorite star. Did you know, it’s the fifteenth brightest star in the sky?” You watched him go on and on about the star for a bit and you would’ve listened, but he just looked so handsome when he spoke about the things he loved. The light under the water illuminated his face and made him look even brighter. You were so captivated by him, you wished you could absorb every word he was saying, but your heart was thumping so loud in your chest you could barely hear him.

“Jon?” You interrupted him mid-sentence. He stopped and gave you a smile.

“Yeah?” His voice was so soft.

“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.” You saw him tense for a moment but there was an ardent glimmer in his eyes. He leaned even closer to you.

“Why would you be terrified?” He spoke in a whisper but you could still feel his warm breath on your cheeks.

“I’ve…I’ve never really been this serious with anyone…” your voice trailed off for a moment as you stared absently at the little ripples in the pool “I’ve never felt this way about anyone, and I’m scared to mess this up. I don’t want to lose you. I’m so scared to lose you.” You looked up at him shyly with doe eyes.

“You’d have to do a whole lot of awful things to make me leave someone as wonderful as you.” Feeling a little misty eyed, you hid your face in his chest and let him hold you until your fear passed. Like he’d do now, and forever.

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(for the prompt) 13 fahc au geoff?

((I smell angst! Cuss words ahead!))

Everybody got back to base calmly from the heist you all just pulled. Even though normally after a sting everyone was contemplatively silent, this time the quiet made you wary. All the boys went to do there own thing except Geoff. While you were looking down, cleaning your gun, you saw feet come into view. Slowly, you looked up to see his irritated face, arms crossed.

“Are you out of your mind?” His voice was a low grumble.

“Huh?” Geoff puffed out his chest in irritation at your nonchalance.

“That stunt you pulled back there,” you stood up to properly meet his gaze, knowing that he was serious “you stayed at the hot spot for too long. That bomb could’ve killed you!”

“I was trying to get as much loot as we could-”

“I don’t even want to fucking hear it,” you saw redness start to creep up into the whites of his eyes “don’t you ever do that again! Understand?”

“Goeff…” you placed a hand on his cheek as a tear of his slipped past your fingers.

“I can’t lose you. Not you.”

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#47 on the prompt list with Miles please?

((YEESSSS.))

Racing up the steps in excitement, your feet pounded on the stairs.

“Miles!” You threw open the door with a huge grin. Immediately he dropped whatever he was doing (literally) and looked at you frightened.

“W-what, what happened?” Your facial expression turned serious.

“It’s time.”

“You don’t mean-” he covered his mouth in shock.

“I waxed the floors, grab your fluffy socks.” Miles let out a loud yell of excitement and hurriedly put on his purple argyle print fuzzy socks. Before you had a chance to put on yours, he was already down the stairs, still yelling as he slid down the banister. You doubled over in laughter as you were trying to put on your own pair. When you were ready you heard another excited yell cut short by a loud CRASH. 

“Miles?” You called from upstairs.

“Yeah?” He replied with a painful groan.

“You good?” There was silence for a moment as you heard some more shuffling.

“I knocked over a lamp but I’m not injured so I’d say yes.” Giggling, you ran downstairs to clean up the mess.

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54 Writing Prompts.

1. “It wouldn’t be the first time you broke a promise.” 2. “You know how I feel about birthdays.” 3. “You can’t ask me to do that.” 4. “Oh, you scared me!” 5. “You’re jealous, aren’t you?” 6. “You really… That’s not exactly meant to be eaten.” 7. “This is my favorite song!” 8. “You’re so drunk.” 9. “It doesn’t matter, I’m not leaving you.” 10. “It’s just that… Well, my favorite character just died.” 11. “Don’t be stupid.” 12. “Of course I love you.” 13. “Don’t you ever do that again!” 14. “Have you ever thought about… like… us?” 15. “If we die, I’m going to kill you.” 16. “I can’t believe you’d do something like this!” 17. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” 18. “You’re my favorite muse.” 19. “Don’t worry about it, I got it.” 20. “I promise, it’s just this once.” 21. “You owe me.” 22. “What, you scared I’ll kick your ass again?” 23. “Is that my shirt?” 24. “Wanna go for a drive?” 25. “You’ve got to be kidding me!” 26. “Fancy meeting you here.” 27. “You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into, do you?” 28. “Well, this is awkward.” 29. “Give it back!” 30. “Do you think you could just please go one day without pissing me off?” 31. “Why are you crying?” 32. “Just this once, okay?” 33. “You’re really soft.” 34. “Is it possible to love too much?” 35. “I will always be there protect you.” 36. “The stars look especially lovely tonight.” 37. “May I have this dance?” 38. “I can’t stop thinking about you.” 39. “All I want is you.” 40. “You look incredible in that.” 41. “Sometimes I just can’t control myself when around you.” 42. “Do you believe in love at first sight?” 43. “I think I’m in love.” 44. “I’d like it if you stayed. 45. “I have never felt this way about anyone.” 46. “Can I kiss you?” 47. “I waxed the floors, grab your fluffy socks.” 48. “My parents are coming over in 10 minutes so please put some clothes on” 49. “I’m really drunk, please help me.” 50. “This is probably a bad time, but marry me?” 51. “We’ve become the clingy newlyweds you always complained about. ” 52. “I think you might be pregnant.” 53. “Shh… I’m sleeping.” 54. “Why wasn’t I invited to your wedding?”

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Can I have a Joel h x reader fic where, for whatever reason, there's a company dance going on and Joel upon hearing the reader never got asked out to prom or other dances when younger decides to go with her and try to make her forget the bad memories of going alone before

((Hope you like it! Cuss words ahead!))

How could anyone enjoy the tacky streamers and awful music that comes with the disgusting package that is prom? Everyone stepping on each others toes while dancing like madmen, someone inevitably spikes the punch, and supposedly no one notices. Not to mention the obnoxious afterparties that go on way too late. It should all sound like crap, right?

At least you told yourself that is was crap. After all you wouldn’t know if prom was as horrible as you made yourself think it was. No one ever asked you to go, and you never dared to go without a date. When you saw the flier for RT Gag Prom, you felt like vomiting, but you settled for an annoyed eye roll. You were planning on keeping your disgust a secret but you worked in the same office as Adam and Joel. Although Joel wasn’t there, Adam was, and he could always read you like a book. Unlike Joel who was normally oblivious to most things.

“What’s wrong, (Y/N)?” Adam rocked your chair back and forth to try and get you to smile. But you sat there with a deep grimace and kept your arms crossed. You tried desperately to keep your irritation in, but was like you were doomed to explode and you eventually popped, flinging your arms in the air in frustration. 

“Why are we having a prom anyway!? I mean how stupid is that!? I don’t even like prom! I mean I’ve never been because no one ever fucking asked me, but who wants to relive shitty high school memories anyway!?” All he could do was blink at your incessant rambling.

“You’ve never been asked to prom?” You heard Joel ask form the door. Shit.

“How did you hear that?”

“You were screaming.” Joel’s laughter intensified as you slammed your head on the desk and laid there in embarrassment. Soon everybody would know that no one ever asked you to prom and they’d all make fun of you for it. You were sure of it.

When you walked towards your car at the end of the day you heard someone running behind you. Turning your head you saw it was Joel running towards you, so you stopped to let him catch up.

“What’s up?” You questioned, raising a brow. He put a hand on your shoulder, taking ragged breaths from how hard he was running.

“I think I left something in your car last weekend when we went to the bar. Mind if I check your backseat?” You squinted at him, uncertain as to whether you should believe him or not. Regardless you let him walk with you to your car. 

When you saw balloons tied tied to your sideview mirror, your face turned blank.

“Joel,” your voice was almost comedically monotone “what’s this?” He pulled out a crumpled corsage from his pocket and handed it to you with a smile.

“I’m asking you to prom!” His grin just made you even more irritated.

“Joel, you’re supposed to give your date the corsage the day of.”

“I know but I though it’d be funny-”

“Just stop. It’s not funny. This is not your best prank.” You thought he was teasing you and it made you want to run away and hide.

“Prank?”

“You’re not playing with me?” Joel doubled over in laughter.

“No I’m not joking. I’d like you to go to prom with me. I mean, you said no one’s ever taken you right? So I figured who better to take than you?” Suddenly all your limbs tensed and you were blushing, unsure of whether to actually run away or accept his invitation.

“Y-you’re serious?” You started wringing your fingers in anxiety.

“Do I put this much effort into anything that I’m not serious about? i had plenty of time to set this up while you were banging your head on your desk.” You put your hand over your mouth to hide your quivering lip. However, there was nothing you could do about your watering eyes. He looked at you with intense worry as he put firm hands on your shoulders.

“I didn’t mean to make you cry,” he pulled you to his chest and ran a gentle hand up and down your back.”I just know it sucks not to be asked and I wanted to make you feel better about it.” He spoke in a low whisper.

“It’s okay,” you sniffled and tried to wipe the thankful tears away but they just kept coming “I’d love to go with you.”