#final chapter done yippeeee

[a-drifting-mannequin]

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Fandom: Sonic (MOVIE) Pairings: Dr. Eggman | Dr. Robotnik/Agent Stone; Stobotnik Warnings: Minor violence, mild blood, cussing and offending Chapter 6 (final): Interrogation -----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Stone groaned and stared up at the ceiling, nearly bored out his mind if it wasn’t for the constant voices in the background keeping him awake. His hair was disheveled, sticking out in different direction and Stone’s internal professionalism screamed at him to groom it back in place. He pulled at his restrains again only to feel rough ropes that was sticky from blood grind against his bruising wrists

“Stone, you imbecile, can’t even keep your eyes open?” Robotnik said from behind him, voice rough but never losing its little spark of humor. The mustache that Stone always see was in the same condition as his hair.

Stone huffed, not quite a laugh but if he could, the sound of his laughter would echoed in the room. Unfortunately, he didn’t have the energy to do so.

Looking back in front of him, a waiting fist greeted his bloodied face, but no sound came out of the agent. Robotnik just hummed at the action, barely caring that his assistant got punched. Stone didn’t know whether to feel glad that the doctor didn’t mind his weakness or feel hurt about the fact that he was easily replaceable if he died here.

“What the hell is wrong with the agents at G.U.N these days?” A guy with a red bandana around his neck asked from the far corner, tossing back and forth a fancy looking butterfly knife, seeming bored of the two bounded to the chair already. Stone licked at the blood dripping down and grimaced at the lack of respect for the doctor.

“Shut the fuck up, man. The boss asked so we gotta do it.” Another replied, this one with a full mask on, designed after the Japanese yokai mask. The answer he gave to the bandana-wearing guy was vague, which wasn’t helping Stone on what exactly they wanted from him and Robotnik.

“He’s right though, it’s as if they were all sent here ‘cause they want to die.” The single girl in the room spoke up, smoke escaping her mouth as she did so.

The vape hung and dangled in front of her chest, bright pink in color, opposing to everyone else’s clothing color. Her hair was slightly spiked, dyed in a bright lime color that Stone found distasteful. He resorted to calling her ‘Lime’ after a while of staring. She did mumble under her breath about him being creepy, Stone resisted the urge to tell her that he was a male attracted person.

Robotnik scoffed and spat blood out beside his feet, watching it for a while before sighing. That particular ambush didn’t do the doctor any good, and it pained Stone to see Robotnik in such a state. Professional or not, anyone can make mistakes, Robotnik had to admit that to himself.

The doctor was just as bored as he was, and the rescue team was taking longer than expected. Stone had run a handful of scenarios over in his mind, finding a reason to way the rescue team was late. None seemed probable enough.

Rookies can’t do anything right.

The light in the room flickered for a moment, plunging the pair and anyone else in the room in temporary darkness. Stone’s shoulders hurt and his elbows ached, but the rope around his wrists remained persistent. The doctor probably felt the same, though he had started bouncing his knee up and down in order to simulate his brain.

“これらの馬鹿は、あなたを退屈させているのですか、ストーン？” Robotnik turned his head slightly to look at the battered agent behind him, his tone questioning.

Stone understood the language, understood what the doctor said but was unsure if he should reply. Every other time when the doctor spoke a different language, Stone had feigned ignorance to all of them. But now, the doctor seemed like he needed the talk, like he desperately needed Stone to respond.

With a low chuckle, Stone nodded and turned his head to one side to look at the doctor’s face better. “はい、先生。もしもっと良く知っていたら、これらの馬鹿たちと一緒にいるよりも自分のチンコを切り落としたいです。” Robotnik barked out a loud laugh, throwing his head back towards the ceiling and squeezing his eyes shut. Stone chuckled weakly along with him, knowing what he said would probably sound inane to someone who didn’t understand his and the doctor’s humor.

The men (and Lime) who were still in the room with them nearly jumped out their skin, looking towards the source of the laughter with genuine confusion – and some with fear – in their eyes. Tears formed in Stone’s eyes from how hard he was beginning laugh, causing him to lean forward and almost toppling over and land on his face, which earned another delightful bark of laughter from Robotnik. Only if they could be like this more when they’re alone together.

“You know Japanese, right?” A guy Stone hadn’t noticed appeared out of the shadow, hair dyed in an array of blue hues. That reminded him about that damned hedgehog.

The question that little Mr. Blue asked seemed to be directed towards Yokai Mask. Stone remember that they’ve mentioned each other’s names at some point, but it was pointless remembering it, so Stone came up with little nicknames to give them instead.

Yokai Mask seemed surprised by the question, his hand reaching up to adjust his mask a little. “Yeah, but I’m not that fluent in it!” He argued, arms stretched out on either side of him, as if the situation would get better on its own.

Several of them sighed, little Mr. Blue’s face twisted into anger, fists ready to punch Yokai Mask. Fortunately for him, Bandit (the guy with the red bandana) came over and patted him on the shoulder.

Robotnik scoffed at the display, looking back at Stone to receive the same wordless opinion. The display, to put it lightly, was pathetic.

“Ти закінчив, чи нам потрібно викликати твою маму сюди?” Robotnik asked, punctuating the sentence with a yawn later on, which managed to get another weak chuckle out from his assistant. “Trời ơi, mày là con lồn nhát cáy!”

“Bác sĩ, đừng có gọi thằng đó như vậy.” Stone replied, trying his hardest to keep down small giggles that threaten to turn into fits of laughter. “Thằng nhỏ có cu nhưng nó giống đồ đàn bà hơn.”

That particular insult seemed to hit the doctor’s fancy as he usually valued the terms and idioms of different cultures. The English language didn’t have enough insults for Robotnik to use, so the genius resorted to different languages to better express his anger.

Based on observation, Stone realized one of the men in the room with them, leaning against the far wall with a grimace on his face, understood the first insult that the doctor had said. Trusty Ukraine soldier - with the flag tattooed on the back of his right hand – circled the pair, stopping in front of Robotnik with murderous intent. The doctor didn’t flinch, didn’t react to the punched that hit his face, didn’t make a noise as a blow was directed towards his abdomen.

Now, now Stone was thoroughly pissed.

That was only putting it gently.

Luckily for all these idiots who dared to lay a hand on his doctor, the door to the room they were in nearly flew off of its hinges as the rescue team G.U.N sent quickly crowded the small room. Stone ordered them to get the doctor out of his restrains first before he was free of his own. Although none of them seemed to take the order lightly, they still did as they were told. Soon, both men and the rescue team exited the building with minimum screaming.

Several apologies were tossed Stone’s way, mostly about how the situation wasn’t able to reach the comms in record time. Stone brushed them off, smiling weakly as he told them that everything was under control either way.

When one of them – assuming a rookie - apologize for not getting him out sooner, completely disregarding the doctor’s situation by her tone of voice and how she was getting friendly with him, Stone’s patience snapped. Turning to face the cretin that dared to mutter that apology, Stone gave up on being nice and gave her an upper cut. The helmet she was wearing collided with her jaw sharply; Stone swore he heard bones cracking.

Pushing through the crowd of worried and alarmed agents, Stone approached Robotnik side with an easy smile on his lips. The doctor looked down at him, eyes momentarily flickering to the situation that his loyal sycophant had left behind and chuckled.

“They got what was coming for them anyway.” Robotnik commented, smiling down at Stone with the same energy.

Stone could just melt there if it was possible.

With an exhausted sigh, Robotnik hooked an arm around Stone’s shoulders and led the both of them towards one of the many unmarked that were waiting for them. Stone let himself be dragged gently by the man he adored, warmth blooming in his chest from the simply gesture and the contact of Robotnik.

While Robotnik irritatingly thought about the many reports he was going to be filling out for the mission and for his agent assaulting the newbie back there, Stone just thought of what he could possibly do for the doctor, most of it involving cooking him meals and making him multiple lattes that he desperately needed.

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And that's the last of it! This was, admittedly, exhausting to write but now that it's finish, I can move on to other side projects

Translation (in order)

Japanese:

これらの馬鹿は、あなたを退屈させているのですか、ストーン: Are these idiots boring you, Stone?

はい、先生。もしもっと良く知っていたら、これらの馬鹿たちと一緒にいるよりも自分のチンコを切り落としたいです: Yes, Doctor. If I didn't know any better, I'd rather cut off my dick than stay with these morons

Ти закінчив, чи нам потрібно викликати твою маму сюди (Ukrainian): Are you done or do we need to call your mom here?

Vietnamese:

Trời ơi, mày là con lồn nhát cáy: Oh my god, you're a weak cunt

Bác sĩ, đừng có gọi thằng đó như vậy: Doctor, don't call him that

Thằng nhỏ có cu nhưng nó giống đồ đàn bà hơn: He has a dick but he is more like a woman

Okay, yeah, this is the most I've ever insulted anyone, fiction or not

[evandore]

halfway through...

[starryeyed-apple]

a fresh start (back to the beginning)

part i of small town au xavier series

synopsis: you thought that once you left your hometown, you were done with it forever. but fate has a funny way of working itself out, and your world falling apart drives you to return. and in the back of your mind, you can't help but remember him...

★pairing: xavier x fem!reader ★wc: 2.4k ★content: fluff and some angst, humor. small town dynamics, returning to hometown, childhood crushes. reader's grandpa had a health emergency as part of the plot (he's okay). reader is a medical coder, and still has heart problems. brief zayne mention (back in the city). mainly exposition in this chapter. ★a/n: YIPPEE YIPPEEEE im so excited to be starting this one. please be patient with me as this is the first series I've done in a while, and it may take time to get updates out because I want to take my time and have fun with this <3 ★masterlist ★read on ao3 ★series masterlist

Maybe you should've known, that despite everything in you trying to stay away, you'd always come back again.

There's a rush of relief when you see the deer on the town's welcome sign once you turn off the freeway, mixed with a sinking feeling of dread. A sensation that you've never been able to shake. A deep seated disappointment that yes, every road you'd taken away from here had eventually led you straight back.

You'd tried. You really did.

And you'd done pretty well for yourself, for a while. You'd landed a career that actually suited your education, one with benefits and a retirement plan on top of that. Also, it didn't make you want to peel your skin off 24/7, so that was a bonus.

You had a nice little townhouse all to yourself, with low enough rent, and good restaurants near your neighborhood.

A tight-knit group of sweet friends pulled you along with them when they went out on the weekends. And your boy—

You pause in your reminiscing, glancing down towards your hand on the steering wheel when you turn the car off the main street.

Yeah, no. Not thinking about that.

But it all boiled down to that phone call that nearly stopped your heart, already too faint for its own good all on its own.

The stop sign right before you turn onto your street is still a little crooked, a monument to the storm that had ravaged through the town back in '02. You'd only been a kid, and remembered how the water on the street came up to your knees before Gramps had swept you back inside.

Gramps, you think with an ache in your heart, hands tightening on the steering wheel before you force your grip to loosen.

His old beat-up truck is still in the driveway when you pull in next to it, and you have to remind yourself that that's all the scare was—fear, unrealized.

He was still inside, still okay. Maybe a little worse for wear, but alive.

Still, you wouldn't believe it until you saw it.

And so you're rushing out of the car when you've barely turned the ignition off. The keys dangle in your shaky hands when you take the steps up to the front door two at a time, an unbidden sob escaping your throat when the door's already opening.

Your grandpa just smiles, waving you closer from the wheelchair that his longtime neighbor pushes out—the very neighbor who'd found him passed out in the driver's seat of his truck when they came home after work.

"Oh, my girl," he sighs when you collapse into the hug he's waiting for, crying into his shoulder.

His wrinkled hand comes to pat the top of your head, and you finally feel at ease for the first time in the last 48 hours, since you'd gotten the call he was in the hospital. It was just a mini-stroke, they'd reassured, and you wanted to laugh bitterly if the sound wasn't stuck in your throat. Just.

"I'm okay. It's all okay now."

He wipes your tears and laughs, deep and joyous, when you pout at him.

"You scared me." You try not to sound like a whiny child, but the sound escapes you anyway, afraid you'd lost the only family you'd ever had in the blink of an eye.

"I'm sorry, girlie." He pats your head again, smiling, and it brings the first smile in the past two days onto your face. Relief finally floods your chest, and you deflate with it. "Come on, let's get you inside. Have you eaten? You look more like death than I do."

You laugh at the familiar dark humor as you grab onto his wheelchair handles to push him inside. Shooting a grateful glance towards Bethany, your neighbor, you mouth a sincere thank you. She just smiles.

"Anytime, sweetie," she hums, tucking your hair behind your ear, and the familiarity soothes that ache that still sits in your chest.

That persistent, gnawing feeling that now that you're back, you're not getting out again.

Still, there's comfort when she offers a warm greeting to your return, "Welcome home."

With a quiet groan, you squint at your laptop screen, all the letters making up the medical jargon jumbling together. You reread the sentence about which vein had been surgically connected to which artery for the fifth time, glance towards the codes, and lean back in your chair.

It had only been a week back home, and you were already going crazy. You could still do all your work remotely, thank god—but that just meant you were stuck with the same work and same old views all day, now. It was hard not to start feeling stir-crazy already, missing the life you had built for yourself.

Even if it had already started falling apart before you got the call.

Rubbing the heels of your palms against your eyes, you sigh, blinking rapidly at the lights that swim in your vision when you pull them back.

"Too many veins. Too many fucking arteries," you grumble, reaching for another sip of your latte, only to discover you were on its last dregs again. "Aarya—"

"No way," the barista calls from the counter, leveling you with a glare that rivals your own. "That's the second one you've had today, missy. I'm not making you another one, I know how your heart acts up when you've had too much."

You groan and huff, head dropping onto your arms on the corner of the table where you'd set up your work.

"It's not my fault." You switch tactics to whining instead, smirking into your arms when you sneak a glance to see your old high school friend wincing at the sound. If it grated on her nerves enough, she'd give in. She always had. "This is the fifth cardiovascular surgery in a row."

"That's too bad," Aarya sings, shooting you a smirk when you lift your head to glare at her. "Hey, you wanted to move to the city to work for a big hospital, now you have to deal with the consequences."

You stick your tongue out at her, and she returns it with a rude gesture that makes you bark out a laugh. It eases that tension at the base of your neck, and you sigh, rolling out the remaining tightness.

Glancing out the window you're seated next to, you squint at the small stage set up at the civic center right across the street from your favorite coffee shop.

"What's going on over there?" you ask, glancing over the small crowd that had gathered around whoever was giving a speech on stage.

Aarya leaves the counter to walk up behind you, leaning down to get a better look.

"Oh, that." She rolls her eyes, disinterested. "It's re-election time."

You look at the speaker for a few more seconds. Their platinum blond hair is graying, eyes too blue even from a distance, and then realization hits you.

"Is Mayor Shen still the mayor?"

"Yup," with a pop of the p, she shoots you a knowing smirk. "Some things never change, do they?"

"Is that even legal?" you ask, trying to remember if there was ever a time when the richest man in town hadn't also ran it. "Can you be mayor of a town for that long?"

"Who knows?" Aarya throws up her hands with a shrug, readjusting her septum piercing before sitting across from you. "Small towns and all that. People like things to stay the same."

"I guess so," you mutter, chin propped on your hand as you look back at your friend. "Does anybody even run against him?"

"Yeah, sometimes. I think somebody else is campaigning this year, but I can't remember who." She smirks, a familiar look in all its cynical charm. "They'll lose anyway."

You sigh, shaking your head as you look back at your laptop screen. With a groan, you slam it shut, earning an arch of Aarya's pierced eyebrow.

"Dr. Li will forgive me for taking a break," you tell her with a bright smile, and she huffs out a laugh.

"Dr. Li sounds like a merciful boss."

"Sometimes," you allow with a shrug. Zayne could be sweet if the mood struck him, especially if you were catering to his sweet tooth.

The surgeon was far too serious for his own good, but you had grown fond of him in the time you worked for the cardiovascular department in Linkon City's top hospital. His medical reports were way more organized than most other doctors you've coded for, and he was patient whenever you needed to ask for clarification.

"He's not really my boss, though."

"Oh?"

"Yeah." You nod, staring longingly at what had once been a full cup of coffee, as if willing it to refill on its own. "Hospital administration pays me."

Your phone chimes with a medication reminder, and you pass on the message in a quick text to your grandpa. Waiting, you see the read notification light up with the time, and frown when there's no further response.

With a sigh, you push yourself up from your seat, tucking your laptop back into your tote bag.

"Gotta go check on the old man," you explain at Aarya's questioning look. Fondness coats your voice at the nickname for him, emphasizing your hushed worry, and she softens.

"How's he doing?" she asks, her voice notably quieter, kinder than her usual harsh-edged monotone that you love so dearly.

"He's good," you brush off, because he was. Because he had to be.

You couldn't entertain any notion that he wasn't, even if he was remaining tight-lipped on everything the doctors had to say in his brief hospital visit. Stubborn as always, just like he'd raised you to be.

"Yeah, he's good."

"Good." Aarya is nodding, her mouth opening to say something else, but you're already spinning around towards the door, your practically empty drink in hand in preparation to throw away.

You stumble back in surprise when you collide right into somebody else as they walk into the café.

The jingle of the bell distantly rings in your mind while you sway dangerously, steadied by the gentle strength in the hands that quickly come around your shoulders.

"Woah," you hear a soft voice mumble.

It's faintly familiar in its melodic lilt, and your widening eyes shoot up towards its owner.

Deep blue eyes peer back at you, slowly widening a fraction as they take you in.

"Xavier," you breathe, and clear your throat. "Uh. Hi."

Xavier Shen blinks a few times.

Long, slow blinks, his head tilting to the side as he continues to take you in. It makes the bangs of his fluffy, silvery blond hair fall across his gaze, and he doesn't even bother to push it back.

"Oh," he finally says after a long moment that feels more and more like eternity. "It's you."

You try not to wince at the utterly lackluster reaction. Or retreat into your shell because of how long it took him to even recognize you.

"Yup." You attempt a laugh, grimacing internally when it comes out strained. "It's me…hi."

Trying to wave awkwardly, it gets even more awkward when you remember your cup is still in your hand.

The awkwardness intensifies when you realize even though it wasn't completely empty before, it's definitely empty now.

"Oh, shit," you hiss, eyes narrowing in on the very noticeable little coffee stain over the pocket of the completely white, pure as fucking snow hoodie that Xavier was wearing.

Your face heats up when he looks down and slowly blinks again.

"I'm so, so sorry," you begin to ramble, hovering around him in a panic. He just stares at the stain, then back up at you. "I—I can pay for you to get it cleaned, or get you a new—"

"It's fine," he interrupts you, not even trying to cover up the yawn that stretches across his face.

He rubs at his eyes, and with the tiniest tilt of his head that can hardly even be called a nod—honestly, it easily could've just been him looking at the menu behind you—he moves past you.

You're left blinking rapidly, empty cup still in hand, staring at the door you had been about to exit through.

You hear him ordering a drink from Aarya behind you, in that same soft-spoken tone he'd always had, and you try not to feel like you've just been left in the dust. A toy never even taken out of its box.

Some things never change, do they? You can practically hear Aarya's voice as you feel the weight of her gaze on your back when you leave, in a daze all the way back to your parked car.

Well.

That…wasn't exactly how you'd imagined it.

But in hindsight, it was Xavier Shen.

Effortlessly cool, top student Xavier Shen, having not a single care in the world as he aced every single test while hardly lifting a finger to study. Sleeping in the back of the classroom and finishing an exam in ten minutes when it was passed back to him.

Xavier Shen, who led the school's fencing team all the way to the national level of competition, and came home with the only first place trophy to grace its barren display cases. And another trophy every year after that, his name shining proudly on the top of the team's list on the shiny plaque.

Xavier Shen, only son of the rich and successful mayor, unsmiling but present in every newspaper photo of a town charity event.

Xavier, who disappeared from school for days or weeks a time, and came back paler, more tired than before.

Xavier, valedictorian and refusing to make a speech. Xavier, never bothering to show up at a school dance, absent even when he won the title of prom king.

Except for…

You clear your throat, shaking your head as you sink further into the driver's seat. Your face is hot when you bury it in your hands, banging your forehead against your steering wheel.

Popular without trying, without even caring, aloof and beautiful Xavier Shen.

Who met your eyes every time you would sneak a glance back at him. Who never said anything when you passed him in the halls, even with the way your eyes were glued to his every move.

Xavier, your biggest childhood crush, who hardly knew you ever even existed.

So maybe it should've been all you expected after all.

[anxiouscr0w]

So ladies, gentlemen, and creatures of the night in the jury… I plead guilty to drawing future fic scenes instead of writing them…

I also finally managed to get chapter 12 of Emotional Support Staff done-

ANYWAAYY I tried my hand at drawing a blank Y/N again, then tried drawing Jack-O for the first time! Yippeeee

[Close up of eclipse under cut]

[pidgeyato]

ALRIGHT EVERYONE.

AFTER TEN THOUSAND YEARS OF ART BLOCK KICKING MY ASS.... I think I am finally done re-writing my fic's prologue. I'll upload it soon, just gonna get my beta reader to look over the changes I made. Then we can move on to fixing up the other chapters. Yippeeee!

[dukeyeatsdeodorant]

I got it done! Finally!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65411098/chapters/174480196

Chapter 7 of If we have eachother- Yippeeee

[eebeewrites]

You posted a teaser for it but I don’t think you ever posted it because I remember looking out for it

~⭐️ anon

I know if no one got me ⭐️anon got me 😤

I think you’re right tho I finally found it and it does appear unfinished…going to treat myself to writing wholesome yaoi after the Rennyn thing I posted yippeeee

Im also almost done tali’s new chapter I literally just need to figure out how to end it lmao

[angst-in-space]

march ‘23 writing progress

words written: 13.2k

most words written in a day: 1063

least words written in a day: 10

current yearly total: 44.3k

projects worked on:

- ya sci-fi book revisions - sylvix pacific rim au - editing sylvix dreamscape ch 9 - spy x vacation zine piece - matchablossom bedsharing fic

works published in march:

none

march goals:

- work on ya sci-fi book revisions - finish editing ch 9 of sylvix dreamscape - start editing ch 3 of renga fic - finish/submit final draft of 7ygz piece - finish/submit first draft of spy x vacation zine piece - work on sylvix pacrim au - work on matchablossom fic - work more on adult fantasy or planning ya fantasy? - maybeee work on one of my kl multichaps if i have time??

april goals:

- write 30k total for camp nano - work on ya sci-fi book revisions - work on adult fantasy - submit final spy x vacation zine piece  - finish editing ch 9 of sylvix dreamscape - work on sylvix pacrim - start buddy daddies fic maybe?? lol? - work on a couple other fics if i have time notes: 

so yeahhhh as has been the case with most months recently, i was mostly preoccupied during march with working on revisions for my ya sci-fi book. it’s going... okay! i am kinda just writing each chapter from scratch right now, which yes is kinda tedious but also somehow more painless than trying to “fix” what i had before so it’s....an experience. 

i didn’t have as much time to work on fic this past month. :( but i did get some progress done on sylvix pacrim au, which has been fun! plus working on my zine pieces so yaaaay. and i got a liiiittle bit done on editing sylvix dreamscape....i feel so bad that i haven’t updated in so long, i’ve just been really struggling with editing this chapter ;; but perhaps i will finally finish it in april auuugh

so yeah april is camp nano!! and i am aiming to write 30k yippeeee! my goal is to split that between various things so... roughly 10k of ya sci-fi book rewrites, 10k of drafting my adult fantasy book, and 10k of fic/other random side projects! probably mostly sylvix pacrim, but would also like to maybe get some progress done on the matchablossom bedsharing fic, aaaaand i also outlined a whole buddy daddies post-canon fic on a whim yesterday so. i might start that too. AAAA. anyway yeah, april plans are basically just to go crazy go stupid.