#Shit I'm almost obligated to draw that now

[a-tiny-thing]

break in // pt.4

burglar!mark x rich!reader

pt.1, pt.2, pt.3, pt.4

a/n: long time no updates hehehe but here it is!

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mark decided not to break his promise and show up to their assigned meeting place for the sake of his wallet.

he saw y/n there already, standing on front of the vandalized wall with a big penis drawn on it behind the building, she's near the dumpsters and the garbages are scattered everywhere, getting swarmed by flies and rats.

he can clearly see y/n scrunching her nose out of disgust, keeping her hands to herself and covering her nose too often.

mark felt bad about her and kind of regrets his choice of location, but all of that disappears when y/n heard his voice.

"hey" mark said to draw y/n's attention to him.

"mark!" y/n said happily before running to him.

mark did not expect her to hug him again, but oh well...

y/n released him and looks up at his face.

"i knew you'd show up..." she said to him, her eyes sparkling at his face.

"well obviously, 'cause you have my wallet" mark deadpanned, and y/n giggled like a damn schoolgirl whenever she sees her crush.

"so...where's our first date going to happen, mark?" she asked sweetly, while twisting her body right and left lightly with her hands intertwined on front.

"follow me" mark said before turning away from her and started walking to another direction.

y/n obliged and follow him, wondering where he'll take her.

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mark lead y/n to a house that y/n thought it was his, he leads her down to the basement to reveal a haechan sitting on his beat-down couch, munching on a pizza while playing video games on his almost broken tv.

it was actually haechan's basement, but she still doesn't know that.

y/n's smile faded when she looks around the setting. everything is all messy.

"yo mark, do you wanna beat the final boss with me?" haechan said before turning around to look at him, but he immediately stood up from the couch when he saw a girl.

a girl in his basement. no freaking way. nice going, mark. you broke our bro-code.

"uhh hey, what are you two doing in here?" haechan asks cooly, glancing at you before shooting daggers at mark's face with his eyes, asking why is there a girl in his basement.

"uhh excuse us for a minute" mark said to y/n before grabbing haechan's arm and dragged him to the other side of the room.

"yo, who the fuck is that girl, didn't i tell you that n-"

"dude, that's the girl i was talking about before. the girl that ran up to me and hugged me, remember?" mark said.

"girl that you were talking about be- oh shit, wait" haechan's eyes widen, literally stops talking for a moment when he realized that you're the girl that mark kissed.

"dude, oh my god" haechan gushes quietly. he couldn't believe he brought her here.

"yeah yeah now shut up, she could hear you" mark slapped his arm to silence him, glancing at you to see if you heard them.

"what is she doing here tho?" haechan calmed his excitement, before he continues speaking.

"yeah well, my wallet's gone missing, i went back to their house to see if she stole it and turns out, she did. and now she forced me to take her out on a date so i could get my wallet back" mark explained to him.

"okay but, why here tho? you could've taken her to a nicer place like a diner, café or something" haechan asked.

"i'm trying to make her fucking hate me dude, so she could leave me alone" mark whispered-shouted at him.

"well clearly, you're not doing a great job at it 'cause she's still happy as hell" mark and haechan turned around to look at y/n, who's smiling prettily while looking around the messy area.

but deep inside, she's utterly uncomfortable right now, she just doesn't want to show she's weak.

"i just want my fucking wallet back" mark sighed before going back to y/n.

"hey, you could just sit down there on the sofa and eat some pizza if you want" mark said as he pointed at the ugly beat-down couch from behind and lead y/n to it.

"oh okay, thank you" y/n said before she sits down on the ugly couch. she felt herself dip down a little on her seat.

mark took a seat beside y/n on the couch, while haechan decided to sit down on the floor instead and continue playing.

"hey dude, are you still up to defeating that final boss?" mark suddenly asked haechan.

"yeah, why?" haechan smirked at him.

"can i join you?"

"yeah sure, just get the controller over there" mark got up from his seat to get a controller.

Minutes later, they're already playing together. screaming and talking each other's ears off while you go die from boredom.

you're currently getting ignored by them, your half-closed eyes blankly stares at the loud and crazy effects from the video game they're playing on the tv.

"WOOOOO!"

you jumped up from your seat due to the loud noise, the two boys seem to be dapping each other up and complimenting themselves.

"dude, i obviously killed that, i'm the top master of this game"

"nuh uh, i absolutely carried you through"

the two boys continued to talk, while you on the other hand, are getting sick of being ignored longer.

"can i play with you guys?" y/n suddenly asked, making the heads of those two turn to you.

"uhm, we only have two controllers here, so-"

"i'll let you borrow my controller" haechan cuts him off as he gives the controller to you.

"dude what, she doesn't even know how to pla-"

"she can learn, there's like a tutorial on how to play the game" haechan cuts him off again.

"and if she's finally a pro with it, maybe you two can go on a pvp" haechan smirked at him.

"what, no--"

"omg, yes!" you agreed, holding a big smile on your face while looking at mark.

"ugh, fine, whatever, we're gonna have one game only, and after that, it's over. this date is over and you give me my wallet back, okay?" mark stated.

"okay...but if i win, this game is over and we finally go out to the city for our real date..." y/n smirked at him.

"deal"

"deal it is" y/n says confidently.

meanwhile, haechan watched the whole scene unfold on front of him. excited to see who's going to win.

Couple of minutes later, you felt like you know already all the basic controls in this game. it's now time for you to shine and fight mark lee.

"i think i'm ready now..." y/n said, before haechan sets up the game.

mark stayed quiet, trying to focus on the screen and quietly trains his fingers on the controller to prepare himself.

1...

2...

3...

FIGHT!

y/n started quick and pressed random buttons on the controller, already forgetting what she learned. but somehow, it's making mark lose.

mark was obviously distracted by the way she's playing.

"wait what, you're not even playing it rig--woah wait!" mark said before turning his head to the screen to see his own character losing.

haechan was amazed on how mark's healthbar became so low that quickly.

just a few more pressing then...

K!O!

"yay! i won" y/n exclaimed, throwing her arms out in the air due to happiness.

"dude, she wasn't even playing it correctly, she was just smashing random buttons" mark complained.

"but game is game though" haechan says before congratulating you for your win, giving you an applause.

"i deserve a rematch"

"but didn't you say it's one game only?" haechan rebutted, and smirks at him.

mark's head dropped down out of defeat, his own feet coming into his view.

"what's wrong, mark?" y/n asked due to his sudden action.

"just take me out of here" mark mumbled.

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and so it happened, you dragged mark to wherever you wanna go, ate ice creams and rented some bicycles.

you totally enjoyed the date, but you're not sure about mark.

after the date, mark accompanied you back to the front of your house.

"can i have my wallet now?" mark immediately asked.

"okay" you said before putting her hand inside her pockets to pull out his wallet and reach it out to him.

mark was about to take it when suddenly, you pulled it back.

"oh my fucking go-" mark sighed frustratingly.

"before you take this wallet, i just want to ask something..."

"what?" mark asked.

"how's your family doing?" y/n smiled and looked at his eyes.

"did you just go through my wallet?" mark ignored your question.

"yes, now answer mine" y/n said.

"you're crazy" mark told her with his eyes opened with shock.

"you break in other peoples' properties so we're just the same, now answer the damn question!" y/n rebutted.

"okay, i don't know! now can you please give me my wallet back?" mark shrugged before extending his hand out.

"you don't know? why do you not know?" y/n's grip on the wallet loosened as her smile fades due to his unexpected answer.

she thought that she's going to get some details about them and his life.

"i don't go home to them anymore, okay?" mark said before grabbing his wallet from her.

"thank you, stay safe..." mark walks away, not looking back at y/n, while she stays silent and watches him leave.

when she couldn't see mark anymore, y/n also decided to go back inside her house.

little did she know, mark succeeded in escaping from her vision and hid behind a large bush near your house.

he stayed until you finally stepped foot inside your house, he then leaves when he knows you're now safe.

he had a feeling this "thing" wouldn't be staying for a short time.

[panda-writes-kpop]

I'll only stay with you one more night ~ j. hjn.

a/n: two weeks between posts will probably become the new normal as I struggle through this semester 😭 don't worry, school's going fine, I'm just busy as hell right now with work, school, and familial obligations. So don't worry if there's a week or two between uploads, I'm totally fine!! 🫶

tw: a bit pg-13 with some of the description (my bad yall, i just want to make out with jeon heejin y'know), mention of booze, reader is a romantic yet a bit depressed but we love them for it ❤️

summary: a precarious dance between you and heejin threatens to end as she lures you into her thralls yet again, but you won't break this new normal between the two of you. neither will she, so you're stuck in this limbo of 'not-quite-friends-but-not-quite-lovers'.

♡ Masterlist ♡

“You shouldn’t be here.”

Jeon Heejin eyes you, warily, as you approach her in the kitchen.

“You thought parties weren’t my… thing?” She draws out the last word, inviting a rebuttal from you.

You’re too smart to take the obvious bait, but too stupid to leave the conversation alone in its entirety.

“Didn’t think you were one to shoot vodka straight.” You gesture to the red solo cup in her hand - you’re a foot away from her, but you can practically taste the liquor in the air.

The smell makes you wish that you had drank something before starting this conversation. It’d help you feel less bad about what happens afterward.

“Maybe I like the way it tastes.” She teases before lifting the cup to her lips.

You’d almost believe her, if you didn’t know her so well, but the ghastly grimace on her face gives away her true thoughts about the drink.

“No person drinks vodka because they like the taste. What’s on your mind, Little Miss Perfect?”

Heejin scowls at the nickname - a long standing tradition between the two of you. You’d call her a role model or a perfect princess, and she’d respond by calling you a jackass or rolling her eyes at you.

Two people, perfectly molded to be each other’s opposite.

So why are you here, at this party, with her of all people?

“Would you believe me if I told you?”

“No,” Your response falls from your lips, immediately, and a teasing grin appears on your face, “but I’m willing to hear you out anyway.”

“You’re a liar.”

“It’s my charm, really.” You shrug before leaning against the fridge. “Are you in the mood for confessions or not?”

“Well…” She trails off, an unreadable expression on her face.

She leans against the counter after setting her drink aside. Her shirt lifts up, perfectly showing her well-defined body.

Why does she play this game with you, again and again? You’re both losers in the end.

Heejin is a perfect calamity of a woman - her eyes a whirlwind of emotions, a smile that is genuine but never quite reaches her eyes, her gestures as icy as they are warming.

You can’t tell if you want to slap or kiss that shit-eating grin off of her face.

And, based on your previous encounters with her, it’s most definitely going to be the latter option.

“Like what you see?” She winks at you before grabbing her drink again.

Her eyes study you, just as she studies her materials in class. Brutally methodical, looking for any errors or opportunities to pounce on.

She wants to lure you into her trap, into her clutches - you wanted her first, right?

“Fuck you.” The words would sound malicious coming from anyone else, but they’re oddly playful from your lips.

“You told me you wanted to know what’s on my mind…” Heejin strolls towards you with an unmistakable amount of confidence, the type that comes with experience.

She’s got you right where she wants you - as she does every time.

When she lands right in front of you, one of her hands lands on your abdomen. Heejin leans in close, close enough for only the two of you to hear.

“You. I’ve only had you on my mind, and it’s ruining my day.”

She leans back, a playful pout on her face.

A lioness with her prey in her claws - so much for her façade of innocence.

You should resist, push her hand away and let yourself get some air. Maybe it’s the booze in her breath that’s making you drunk, or maybe you’re just drunk on her.

Either way, that fleeting thought of rationality doesn’t seem to stop you from chasing Heejin’s lips as you kiss her with the pent-up frustration of her teasing.

Her hand leaves your chest as you place your hands on your lips - if you’re letting this happen, you may as well be in control of your actions.

You know you want this, as does she. You’re both just scared of the after.

The eternal after, the words you two should tell each other.

I love you. I miss you. I want you. I need you.

But you’re stuck in this charade, this mess where you push and pull against each other, hoping one will give before the other does. 

Heejin’s too prideful, and you’re too resistant to the idea of “us”.

But you’re both content, especially as she pulls at your shirt for more as her lips continue to meet yours.

Why should you deny her of you, of the things that make you both content?

Maybe next time will be different.

It won’t be. 

You know this.

She knows this.

Yet you’re still kissing her, and she’s still kissing you.

Forever in limbo.

Forever two souls together, but not quite intertwined.

[deejayrockz]

PAIRING — sickbur x reader

SUMMARY — wilbur gets sick and wants nothing except from your cuddles, despite his fever

NOTES — fluff, mentions of illness (nothing serious, but may mention being sick, coughing, etc). slight angst, if you count wilbur being ill as angst. lowercase is on purpose. mentions of being shirtless, however you can pretend you're not if you wish !!

EXTRA — i'm currently i'll and watching matpats fnaf lore, really wanting cuddles 💔💔

he woke up, around 3am, in a coughing fit. his head felt heavy, and his vision disappeared for a good 2 minutes when he stood up to get water. once he regained his vision, he slowly went to the kitchen, making sure to not let the door creak, as to not wake you.

"will?" he jumped, almost dropping his glass of water. he turned, seeing you in your pyjamas, turning the kitchen light on.

"sorry, did i wake you?" he whispered, his voice croaky, causing him to clear his throat, which then led to another small coughing fit.

"are you alright?" you asked, your previous tiredness soon disappearing out of worry. you walked over, rubbing a hand up and down his back, leaning your head on the back of his shoulder.

he soon relaxed, leaning his head into your shoulder, placing his glass down, and wrapping his arms around your waist.

"what's the matter?" you asked, kissing his head, feeling the heat radiate off his skin.

"i feel like shit.." he whispered,his body practically fully slumped onto yours.

"okay, you head to bed, i'll find something for you," you cradled his cheek, as he lifted his head and nodded. he soon kissed your cheek and headed back to the bedroom.

the minute you came back, orange juice (for Vitamin C) and some biscuits (simply for his probably empty stomach) in your hand, he waited impatiently as you placed the glass down, before dragging you next to him and clinging onto you tightly.

you giggled, running a hand through his slightly sweaty hair, "can you drink some of the juice for me?"

he nodded and obliged, taking small sips of the drink, leaving the biscuits, claiming he wasn't hungry right now.

he placed the glass down, wrapping his arms around your waist, head tucked into your neck.

"will, sweetheart, you're burning up, atleast take some of your layers off". you sighed, pushing him off of you, and pulling on his jumper.

"only if you do," he said, however had already started taking his jumper off. you laughed, taking off your top as well, leaving you in a vest and him with nothing on his upper half.

"come here, let's get you to sleep."

he happily jumped back into your arms, his head snuggled into your chest, hands drawing small circles on your hips.

being shirtless infront of your partner was one thing, but being naked was another. the intimate, yet not quite sexual, feeling of being skin to skin while cuddling, warmed up his heart like no other.

he knew you were the one, when he didn't feel uncomfortable being vulnerable around you. when he could change infront of you, without feeling judgemental eyes. he had fully let his guard down, let all his insecurities be on display for you to kiss and cherish for the rest of your life.

[lilacgaby]

Gworly I've requested this to two people already and no one made😭(third time's the charm?)

But yeah is it alr if I request a bakugo OR/AND touya × Fem reader? (You can do either, or both. Totally upto you)

So the reader has strict parents + she's really really really insecure? Like this is kinda self indulgent but is it okay for me to ask or angst?? (I love destroying my brain) Like the reader is chubby and short and really insecure + her parents say smth which makes her even more insecure. She only has one close friend and she feels like they're growing apart. That's when katsuki/touya find out that reader has a crush on em through the doodles in her class notes (she forgot to take home ) and when they try to return it, they find her crying in her dorm(or room, if ur doing touya) then she kinda vents out her loneliness and they try to help her out?

I personally feel like this req is kinda long so you can do either one instead of both.

Tysm!! It's alright if you don't write about it, I still appreciate it!

Lot's of love, thanks again <3

it seemed nothing was going right for you.

you've failed another test. in reality, you just got a b, but that was unacceptable by your family's standards. you knew they'd take away your phone if they found out, so you just kept it under wraps.

standards were high everywhere, and you couldn't help but to compare yourself to everyone. people like momo, who were both brains and beauty? it made you feel horrible, the green bug of jealousy a constant presence in your life now.

you were shy too, so you didn't really have a way to let out your feelings. your friends from junior high didn't make it into U-A, and they've slowly stopped talking to you. stopped replying to your texts, stopped answering your calls, stopped inviting you places. and while the girls were all sweet to you and invited you out with them, it always tugged in the back of your mind that they were doing it out of obligation. passing by isn't the same as being a real friend after all.

the only solace you found was from sketching. should you have been focusing on the lecture mr. aizawa said was really important for the next exam? yeah, but you were just so out of it.

you finally started to take basic notes of the subject when the bell rang, you sighed and quickly got your bags and almost ran out of class, leaving your book of 'notes' splayed out on your desk.

katsuki noticed it, everyone else had already left at this point, so he couldn't just hand it to one of the girls and go on with his day so.. he went over to reach it.

however, he noticed the drawings of him that were randomly drawn around your notes, that he noticed you didn't finish. the drawings ranged from chibi versions of him in his hero outfit, to a sketch of his side profile of when he was taking notes.

he decided to give it back to you, as you now interested him. he almost felt flattered at the way you depicted him.

he was in front of your dorm, about to knock in his usually brazen manner, but the sounds of choked back sobs caught his attention. were you crying? about what?

he knocked gently, and after he heard a bunch of scrambling around the room, you opened your door. your eyes were clearly pink and swollen, still wiping your eyes as you answered. "oh, bakugo? what are you doing here?"

he held out your notebook, making your eyes widen. "you didn-"

"i did. let me in."

you took your notebook and stood to the side, letting him into your room.

he scratched the back of his head, eyeing you. eventually he sighed and just came out with it. "so, i'm not really good at this shit but, what's up with you? you've been acting weird."

you opened your mouth to protest, but he put a hand up. "none of that 'i'm fine' bullshit. i saw how upset you were."

you looked at the floor, feeling tears blur your vision.

he awkwardly held his arms out and you crashed into his arms, your face in his chest, your tears staining his shirt as he held you.

he sat you on your bed, and you relented. telling him everything, about your parents, about how you felt so socially isolated, about how you felt so hopeless when compared to the others in your class.

he sat quietly and proceeded to alleviate some of your stresses one by one. telling you how you were still talented, regardless of a grade. how your parents were in the wrong and that you shouldn't be ashamed. how the girls and the class all spoke highly of you in your absence.

it felt nice to finally be understood, you thought as you rested your head on his shoulder.

[brigoesrahhh]

"Main Attraction"

Jonathan Ohnn / The Spot x f!Reader.

Part one, Part two, Part three.

1.8k words.

Summary: While Jonathan showed you around the science lab, you were busy thinking about other things. One thing leads to another… and suddenly you're making out.

After walking around the lab for around an hour, you were starting to get a little tired. You didn't typically do this much walking at your sit-down office job, but it was nice to have a change of scenery.

A lot has changed for you recently. It was almost becoming a pattern with Jonathan.

Like the way he would stand closer to you when you strayed a little too far from him, adoring the sight of you fascinated by a model of his work. You were so interested and intrigued by the nerdy science shit he thought would bore you. But there you stood, staring at a diorama of the collider and trying to figure out which pieces represented what.

It was all so different.

After watching you take in the small model, he was curious to see your reaction to the real thing.

He walked you over to an open hallway, displaying the super-collider blocked off with a glass barrier.

“So this is the main attraction: Kingpin’s super-collider.” He sighs at the brief mention of his boss. “It’s pretty top secret, so I’m not allowed to tell you much, but essentially, you can bring stuff from other multiverses through it. It’s pretty crazy,” he chuckles in a bit of his own disbelief. “I just run experiments to see how the machine’s working and test out what it can do. Pretty cool, huh?” He looks over at you, trying to gauge your reaction.

So this is why he was so stressed. And rightfully so, because wow — you never would’ve guessed that this is what all of the plans at Alchemax were based on. Your lips were slightly parted, visibly showing your surprise at the capabilities of the new technology. He laughed softly as you tried to wrap your mind around it. While you were distracted, he slipped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him.

You happily obliged, leaning your head on his shoulder and staring over the high-security glass at the large, laser looking machine. You could feel him heat up a bit at the contact, and he now entertained himself by drawing patterns on your arm with his thumb.

You put your hands in your pocket and fiddled with the metal keycard under the fabric, while you tried to imagine what his life was like. You pictured what he looked like and how he acted when he was happy, stressed, or even sad. The image of him working endless nights, the image of him accidentally falling asleep in his chair holding a cold, half-empty cup of coffee.

He lightly squeezed your shoulder, bringing your attention back to him. You turn to look at him, and he's… content. Though maybe a little worried that he shared too much information with you, as your face becomes more strung and deep in thought.

While he thought you were thinking about the science, you were thinking about the scientist behind it. Now it was your turn to crush on him.

His face had a warm glow that you couldn't help but feel giddy about. You first noticed this aura of his when he first sat down at your table at the cafe just a few days ago. Then again, when he wandered into your office like a lost puppy, looking for its owner. He sought you out, time and time again. And now you have this keycard, leading straight to him—

"Y/n? Are you alright?" He worries, turning to face you more directly and get a better read on your expression.

You nod your head silently, trying to decide what to do.

He laughs a little nervously, worried that he confused you too much. "Im sorry, I know I'm just dumping a lot of stuff on you-"

You weren’t sure how he would react, but...

"Can I kiss you?" you ask quietly.

His jaw comically dropped, and his face went blank, turning bright pink.

"I uhm- Yes. Yes, please." He laughs sheepishly, turning his body to face you.

You smiled at him a little nervously, taking a deep breath before meeting his lips. You placed your hand on his chest, feeling his heart beat out of his chest.

It was a short kiss, but the unbelievable look on Jonathan's face made you giggle. He pulled you closer to him, shyly wrapping his arm around yours and cuddling himself into your side. You took it that he wasn't used to these types of situations, so you removed your arm from his and pulled in his waist instead, which he seemed to appreciate.

You admired his flushed face as he looked out through the glass barrier at the massive collider. He seemed to drift away from the present, with a tiny smile never leaving his face.

After a few peaceful moments, he turned to you again, watching you smile at him. He giggled sheepishly, not realizing that you had been looking at him. He stared at you for a second before leaning into you again, pressing his lips against yours in a soft and gentle embrace.

You kissed back with a bit more fervor, wanting to show him the small extra bit of love that he was too scared to initiate. He accepted this quickly and matched your pace, running his tongue across yours briefly. It was a sweet moment, overcoming both of your minds and connecting you together. He searched for your hands and intertwined them with his, occasionally mumbling sweet compliments that you couldn't quite understand through his kisses.

"So pretty... mm... knew it when I first saw you... in the office..." he mumbles, breathing a little heavier and marking your face as his own as he planted small kisses all over your plush cheeks and lips. You blushed softly at his sweetness, and he took it as an opportunity to kiss you properly once more.

While he was busy decorating your face with kisses, he hadn't heard the soft click of the keycard reader being scanned, followed by an unlocked door. It was only when he heard footsteps that he froze, his head whipping around in the direction of the sounds.

"Shit," he murmured, throwing himself up on his feet and putting his hands on either side of your waist.

Your head tilted up to look at him, surprised at the urgency.

"John?" you questioned, standing up at his encouraging hands pulling you up next to him. "What's going on?"

The nickname warmed his heart, but he tried to stay focused as his heartbeat quickened at the interruption. "You're not supposed to be here... I uh- forged the keycard for you." He admitted, still pulling you by your waist around the lab, looking for a place to... hide you? "It's kinda forbidden for any workers to enter this lab…"

"What? Should I go now?" You ask, now processing the situation.

"No, no- shh..." He whispers, holding you close and scurrying away from the collider viewpoint, to behind a lab table. He crouched down, and you followed him, sitting together in the cramped hiding space.

He looked at you briefly, waving a hand for you to stay down. He peeked over the end of the table, watching as his coworker, Olivia Octavius turned the corner.

"What's happening?" You whisper to him, not being able to see her walk around the lab tables, briefly stopping to log into her computer. He held his hand over your mouth, looking into your eyes with a seriousness you'd never seen him show before. You immediately silenced when his eyes met yours, and you felt your heart skip a beat with the look in his eyes. His head quickly whipped around when he heard her hum a soft tune, and he figured that she was probably distracted enough now for you two to move to a safer place to hide.

"Follow me," he quietly instructed, grabbing your hand and slowly pulling you both up on your feet, giving you the signal to start slowly walking towards his new hiding spot.

The bathroom.

It would have to do for now, you suppose.

You followed him with sneaky steps, quietly moving towards the doors. Since he was a scientist, you figured Jonathan was good at making such calculated decisions, and so you trusted him that he had a plan.

He snuck around the corner he was eyeing, which was a direct path to the bathroom. The only problem? Octavius' computer was also in direct sight of the doorway.

Jonathan took a moment to figure out the best steps to take, mouthing his instructions to himself. You found this quirk of his quite cute, but let him continue to think without interrupting him.

"Alright, come." He whispered softly to you without turning around to face you. You followed him, quickly stepping over to the bathroom and walking into the dark room without turning on the lights to alert her.

As you entered the bathroom, you could hear Octavius typing away on her computer, oblivious to your presence in the lab. The darkness provided some cover, but you couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement mixed with anxiety as you tiptoed your way into the bathroom.

You carefully closed the door behind you to minimize any noise. The faint glow from the hallway provided just enough visibility for you to avoid tripping on any tiles.

"Phew-" he exhaled with relief, taking the chance to catch his breath. The trip wasn't physically taxing, but he was so worried that he was going to be separated from you that he tired himself out.

"Who is she?" You ask curiously, tilting your head in question.

"Oh, that's the other scientist working on the collider, Olivia Octavius. She's a, uh… an interesting character." He states, laughing softly. He seemed somewhat fond of her, but didn't want to tap into it that much.

"Should I be worried about her?" You ask, your voice laced with an underlying concern.

"No, no, she's not that scary. I'd just rather not get caught sneaking someone around, you know?" He answers, a little embarrassed. You laugh softly at his awkward reaction, and pull him in by the waist. He becomes flustered at the gesture, and lands on top of you.

He blushes at the close contact, and you pull him in closer. He squirms under your secure hold, tightly pressing his chest against yours. You crash your lips onto his, finally giving him the kiss you had been waiting to continue.

"Mmph!-" He moans at the sudden contact of your lips, taking a few seconds to register what was happening before kissing back.

He let out a few more soft sounds as you made out, slowly unwinding and getting lost in your arms. As the intensity of the kiss grows, you can feel the tension and anticipation between you both. The world around you fades away, leaving only the two of you locked in this passionate embrace.

After all, the main attraction hadn’t been the collider. It was Jonathan Ohnn.

—

☆ --- taglist: @penguiqueen-blog , @cochayuyo-wapo , @average-lettuce-enjoyer , @generalkenobi36

[peaceoutofthepieces]

4 + kandreil for the ask game ? hope you’re doing well <33

you could not have chosen better tysm

4. Shut-Up Kiss

Andrew berates Neil endlessly for running his mouth, but Neil has never known anyone to rant as pointlessly and frequently as Kevin. Sometimes it's almost charming; Kevin's love for history sends him on tangents of fascination every now and again, especially with a drink or two loosening his tongue, and his genuine respect and fanboy adoration for the Trojans—and Jeremy Knox—is almost sweet. Sometimes it's concerning; Kevin's breathing turns ragged and his eyes grow foggy when his mind returns to the Nest, and sometimes, now, commentary will come with it, the knowledge that Riko can't touch him anymore allowing Kevin to tell some of the stories that have refused to die with Riko, at least when Andrew and Neil are the only ones around to hear it.

Other times, it's annoying as shit. In these instances, Neil cannot help thinking Kevin's tattoo is glaringly accurate.

Kevin is nothing if not a drama queen.

"You have been doing this drill for two years," Kevin rants now, eyes full of thundery frustration as he looks down at Neil. "You should have long perfected it, even without the addition of your captaincy, and soon I will not be here to pick up your slack. I do not understand how you expect to–"

The thing about Kevin's ranting now is that it's annoying as shit, but the angrier Neil is at Kevin these days the more he wants him. Neil doesn't—will never—find Kevin's scoldings endearing or amusing or anything of the sort, too short of temper as he is, but he has always found a pull in response to Kevin's fire because of how terribly it matches his own.

The thing about Kevin's ranting now is that Neil can still fantasise about punching him while kissing him instead.

Kevin makes a noise against Neil's mouth, indignant and pissed off and wanting, and the fire in Neil's veins stokes higher, burns hotter. He curls a hand around Kevin's neck and draws him down, down, satisfied only when Kevin's arms fall to his waist and pull him up in response.

They only startle apart when a ball thwacks the floor a few inches from their feet, both breathing hard. Neil feels a savage smile curl his lips at the sight of Kevin's hooded eyes, his lips parted and silent.

Then he looks over at Andrew, who appears as bored as ever to anyone who knows him less, but to Neil is amused and annoyed and interested all at once, if only for how his gaze bores into them. He raises an eyebrow at Neil, and Neil is shrugging before he has even consciously decoded the expression, agreeing yes, alright, I'm stealing your moves now.

"Thanks for the show," Andrew says, dryly, and Kevin makes another wordless noise somewhere between dismissive and craving. "Are you done yet?"

To give credit where credit is due, in the past few months of embedding himself more deeply in them than ever before, Kevin had found the remainder of his spine and has been learning to recover himself remarkably quickly. He presses his palm to the dip of Neil's spine and meets Andrew's eyes to return, "Eager to get back to the dorms?"

Andrew flicks his gaze over to Neil, and Neil obliges; Andrew is not quite close enough, but Neil is more than happy to kiss Kevin quiet again.

send me a number + ship

[angelbitezzz]

Don’t feel bad! You’re not obliged to have anon on! :0

Also, idk if it’ll let you answer this ask, but if so… I’ll take one of each, if that’s ok!!

💕👋⚖️⭐️⚫️❓

(If not then just whichever you’d like to share!)

Okay warning, this is way longer than I thought it would be! So I'm putting my answers under the cut here

For the 💕, I think this one [It Takes Two] works (ik in the source material its a song between sisters, but i read it differently for crossbones and starstruck. It's definitely a bit more high-energy and peppy than either of them actually are, but I see it more like the romantic dynamic between their heroic personas. It's all geared up to eleven--both of them have to act differently in costume.

For 👋, I like Hummingbird. The song is mostly just vibes but there's definitely lyrical significance for some aspects of their relationship, y'know? Plus, the whole scene that the song is from in Across the Spiderverse is two superheros taking time away just to spend it with eachother. Kinda perfect?

For ⚖️, Sunlight by Hozier definitely feels right. It's a sweet song, and there's significance in someone who's never known the sun ascribing it to someone in their life. Just saying :3

It is. SO HARD to find a good song for ⭐️. Maybe I should make a playlist...what do you guys think?

Anyways, Tarantula by Gorillaz. It's one of their sweeter songs, and it's about like...well, not settling for someone? More like choosing eachother even with the shit in either of their lives? Thats how i see it

Oof, I already posted a rather angsty one with another ask. For ⚫️, I think This December by Ricky Montgomery is a good one--though I almost considered another song from the same album, Snow. There's conflict, y'know, if internal--how do you separate someone you care for from someone who's sacrifice would mean so much to everyone you know? Morally, Sans is an interesting character (I'm talking largely of his Undertale iteration, but since ts underswap tries to keep things relatively unchanged in regards to personality, he also counts) because while he is someone who I'd consider a good person, he's the same guy who more than likely would've attacked frisk on sight if he wasn't such a loyal character. There's love here. There's also the persistent, nagging knowledge of what needs to be done.

And finally, ❓. For the miscellanious song, we have Stars In the Sky by Kid Cudi for the second Sonic thr Hedgehog movie. I know it's a little silly, but lyrically I consider it a fantastic song for Crossbones and Starstruck! Angel is no stranger to the villain that is being mentally ill, and being separated from everyone she knew and essentially becoming the local semi-homeless human in a place that, while very silly and kind, is still hostile to her sucks. Doing the superhero gig--or rather, participating in the saturday morning cartoon gimmicks as either Starstruck or Koffin K's Spooky Servant is a good distraction. She likes it, and she likes getting to spend time with Sans like that. In a way the Starlight Isles are something of an escape for her, a dream-like forest suspended in eternal twilight where she gets to play the hero or the villain on a whim, with no real consequences. For now.

AAAAND that's it! I actually...did not expect to write so much. For your trouble, here is a drawing of the goobers.

[nerdthatsiriuslylovesteaxx]

Time for Helpless part 11 peeps

"You feeling okay?"

"I'm fine." Nico responded more trying to convince himself over Will, he just hoped that Will would leave quickly. He managed to eat half a sandwich but he knew that it would only be minutes before he couldn't control it anymore and would throw up.

"Shit sorry Nico, Kayla wanted to talk to me, I'll be back after lunch. Something about scheduling I don't even know at this point."

"Okay." Will walked out of the infirmary and Nico silently thanked the Gods before running into the bathroom and throwing up, he washed the bitter taste out of his mouth before quickly cleaning up, it would be fine, Solace didn't need to know. Nico wandered around the room spotting a stack of blank paper, he took a sheet and started to draw with a ballpoint pen. He drew Will, with his so bright it's almost glowing hair, deep eyes that glittered with a kind of brightness only possible for a child of Apollo. The smile he always had, even when the world seemed to be at it's worst, the freckles that covered his face after spending so much time in the sun. Nico knew there was a very high chance Will would walk in soon and see the drawing, he folded it up and placed it in his pocket only a minute before Will walked back in.

***

"Hey Neeks."

"Do you not have anyone else to annoy?"

"No actually, Kayla and Austin are taking everyone else."

"Great."

"You're stuck with me, probably forever since we have a new system now. Unless it's an emergency everyone takes the same cabins, you can't escape me di Angelo."

"Please kill me now."

"My job is to prevent that."

"Dio mi salvi."

"I do actually need to check some things, can you take off your shirt?"

"No, why!?" Nico blushed,

"I need to check on the stitches."

"Oh, right. Fine." The Apollo boy traced along the cuts with his fingers, checking it hadn't gotten infected and none of the stitches had come out.

"Nico, are you okay? You're ice cold."

"Huh, what? Yeah I'm always cold, not everyone's a heater Sunshine."

"No, like you're colder than normal. You've never been this cold, are you sure you feel fine?"

"Yeah I'm fi-" Nico passes out, Will tries to sing the hymn but it wouldn't work. Of all times for it to not work this might be one of the most inconvenient. He checks the small boys heart rate, it was faster than normal. After about thirty seconds, Nico woke up.

"Don't try to get up quickly; Gods Nico you scared me." Will grabbed a glass of water and a square of ambrosia, handing them both to Nico, except they went right through his right hand. Will was shocked but he tried to keep calm, "Open your mouth." Nico obliged and Will placed the square of ambrosia on his tongue, as he chewed his hand began to turn solid. "Has this ever happened before? Being cold then passing out?" Nico shook his head,

"I didn't feel cold, I just felt normal then yeah."

"How do you feel now?"

"Fine, I just have a headache."

"Drink the water, it'll help." Will sat down next to him, placing a hand over his. "Okay, you're warmer now. Just tell me if you feel sick in any way, alright?" Nico nodded in response,"By the way, we have Jason and Reyna down as your legal guardians, were-"

"Wait what? How and why would Grace and Reyna be my legal guardians exactly?"

"Well we don't count godly parents since they're always hard to contact and they may or may not have threatened me into putting them down as yours."

"And you agreed because?"

"Jason threatened to electrocute me then get Percy to drown me, that didn't sound like much fun. I was going to ask were you aware of that but from that response I'm guessing no?"

"No shit, so what you have to tell them when shit happens to me?"

"Well I need to tell at least one of them and they need to approve on certain things." Nico scowled,

"It's not like they're actually my legal guardians Solace."

"Neeks at this point they are, Jason is probably planning to legally adopt you on his eighteenth birthday."

"Please kill me."

"No can do Death boy."

"What is with you and your obsession with nicknames?"

"You know you love the nicknames, Neeks."

"Perché questo." Nico muttered, Will glanced at the clipboard he was holding.

"Okay so there's so things I need to fill in, I probably should have done that earlier. Anything you've been diagnosed with that I'm not aware of?"

"Don't think so, dyslexia, ADHD, depression, anxiety and PTSD."

"Who do you want as your emergency contacts? Jason and Reyna are already on there."

"Hazel I guess."

"Okay great Hazel and Percy."

"What?"

"Take a guess."

"Oh my Gods they either think I'm their child or hate me, can someone please be fucking normal?" Will smiled and and patted Nico on the head receiving dagger eyes,

"Nope di Angelo. Okay height and weight, take off your shoes." Will was nervous for the results, looking at Nico now he could see all of his rib. "Neeks you're tiny; stand up straight. 5'6" Will patted him on the head.

"Oh shut up Solace, you're a giraffe."

"No, you're just really short."

"Oh fuck you." Nico said stepping on the scale, it read 84 pounds.

"Nico, that's dangerously underweight. Three full meals a day, no exceptions."

"Solace I'm fine, I've survived four and a half years barely eating, I don't need to start now."

"Nico di Angelo, it's an actual miracle you've survived this long. You need to eat, you're alive but just barely. Please...don't die on me, I just want you to be healthy." Will pulled him into a hug, but Nico pushed him away.

"Leave me alone, I've been just fine living like this. If I die so what? No one would care anyways."

"I would care, Reyna would care, Jas-"

"No he wouldn't, I heard him talking about me with Leo and Piper on the Argo II. He voted to leave me to die in that jar. As for you, you barely know me. You'll care for a day and then forget I existed, just leave me alone."

"Nico..." Will went to place his hand on his shoulder but he grabbed it and pushed it away.

"Leave. Me. Alone." Nico with tears in his eyes, "I don't care about any protocol either leave or let me leave."

"Okay Nico." Will said before walking out of the infirmary. Nico fell on the bed, slipped on his T-shirt and cried into his pillow. He wanted to cut, or drink, or smoke but he knew he couldn't do anything stuck in the infirmary. He wanted to shadow travel out but it was the middle of the day, someone would see him. He didn't want to be in the infirmary any longer than he had to, he wanted to get as far away as he could from Will Solace. Him and his blonde hair and blue eyes, that bright smile. Well, I'm doing a good job on pushing him away. Nico thought to himself, the sound of his crying being muffled by the pillow.

***

[its-queen-panda-bear]

Drop the Little Constantine lore

I know exactly who asked this 👀 you're not slick

But shore, I shall use this as an excuse to ramble about the long lore of little Constantine

This is Ambrose Constantine, my DC OC that originally started off as a very quickly made dnd character and now has quickly ruined my life (affectionate) He is the son of John Constantine and would eventually become the embodiment of Death

(Lore ramble under the cut)

Ambrose grew up in London being raised by a single mother after his dad walked out on them before he was even born. Despite this, his mother has always held onto the hope that one day he would come back (hence why she named their son Ambrose John Constantine)

John falsely believed that his son wouldn't inherit any of his magic capabilities and figured that they would be safer if he was away. But he was wrong with the first bit because while his magic didn't come in until later in life, Ambrose did inherit his father's ability to see not only the dead, but other supernatural beings as well.

Ambrose was constantly tormented by these said beings, but everyone around him brushed it off as night terrors or something to that effect. He would also get constantly bullied for talking to himself while at school by the other kids, that sort of thing. He eventually got diagnosed with schizophrenia and was sent to a psych ward after he suffered a huge breakdown at just 12.

Then when he was 14, he stumbled upon a spell book while out in his public library and found a spell that he thought would help deal with his bullying problem. The next day while at school, he attempted the spell and it worked...too good and the bully nearly died after being caught on fire. Ambrose was then sent to another psych ward to avoid jail time but was suddenly broken out after only two weeks when one John Constantine showed up.

Long story short cause this can take forever, John explained everything about him being his father and about the world of magic and how dangerous it could be if not done right. There was a lot of back and forth, until John begrudgingly agreed that it would be better and safer if he trained Ambrose properly.

I'm also going to skim over the part when they discover that Ambrose's magic has an emotional component to it, meaning that not only can his emotions dictate how well or powerful his spells are when cast, it can also affect the color of it. This just basically means that he has to be in the right head space while casting or chaos/danger will ensue. This is why his bully almost died when he attempted a spell because he was so worked up and angry while casting it.

After a year of training, Ambrose joined in on his dad's adventures and was excited to help people. He eventually met other vigilantes, but continued to operate mostly with John. The two didn't really get along but John still felt an obligation towards Ambrose to at least try and keep him safe. It wasn't until he was 17 that they had a falling out and Ambrose struck out on his own. He decided that in order to protect his mom from any potential repercussions, he designed a costume and started going by the name Moonweaver.

Though, he soon discovered that his methods weren't all that welcomed amongst his fellow vigilantes and his magic was deemed too dangerous as he often left his villains in critical condition. They also didn't like how petty he could be as he was known for making people go annoyed him...shit frogs.

During this time striking out on his own, he met and started dating a girl named Agnes, who claimed to be a witch. He fell hard for her and she encouraged him to seek out more magic and branch out his spells. This led him to discovering his speciality for blood and chaos magic.

(Side note ramble which will be important to note later: Ambrose specializes in sigil and blood magic. He combines the two by drawing symbols with his own blood to add more kick to it since blood is a very powerful tool and ingredient. He ended up mastering creating his own sigils on the spot, which he can use for whatever situation 👌)

Everything with Agnes seemed to be going great with a minimum of red flags here and there...until a year and a half into their relationship Agnes was revealed to be a demon that had been sent to spy on him and wanted his soul. This resulted in a very messy breakup while they fought each other. Their fight attracted the attention of The Outlaws, who managed to come in and help hold her off while Ambrose set up a ritual to banish her.

After that, he somehow managed to find his way into joining The Outlaws.

With The Outlaws, Ambrose finally felt a sense of belonging and despite being the youngest there, he got along very well with all of them. (Especially with Anton aka Green Lantern aka Christmas who is my best friend's OC)

Then when he was 21, he met Nightwing and Starfire's daughter, Vertina aka Tina, who he immediately fell for. Though, the two didn't end up dating until a year later and suddenly, everything in his life felt like it was falling into place.

Tina was everything to him and the two were very clearly obsessed with each other, much to Nightwing's dismay. Tina brought out the good in him and he genuinely saw himself marrying her and helping her open her dream bakery once they retired from crime fighting.

Two years into the relationship, Ambrose couldn't hold himself back and proposed to her, to which she said yes

(Art of Tina by her creator @marstothestarz )

Though, in typical DC fashion, nothing good can last forever...

Months before they were planned to get married, an alien warlord invaded Earth with his entire army. All the heroes and villains teamed up together in order to try and stop them. Ambrose was sent out on a team with Nightwing and Batman (Cass) to infiltrate the main ship to plant bombs. Though, they were soon discovered and a fight broke out, which resulted in Ambrose getting badly injured. Cass managed to slip away, but the bomb was dismantled and Nightwing and Ambrose were captured.

They were thrown into separate cells and Ambrose was left bleeding out from a stomach wound. It was then that he saw a woman dressed in robes out from the corner of his eye and knew that it was Death.

Although, in that moment Nightwing managed to break them both out and regrouped with Batman. Since Ambrose was still bleeding from a stomach wound and the bomb was dismantled, the two older heroes decided to forget the mission and retreat in order to get Ambrose medical attention.

But Ambrose knew the stakes that were at hand and came up with a plan of his own. He knew that he was dying anyways and the entire world rested on their shoulders to destroy the ship. So he tricked the two into an escape pod and remained behind. He then found his way to the center control panel of the ship and began to use his own blood to draw sigils on his body and performed a ritual that made him the bomb instead by concentrating all of his energy and magic. So when the enemies broke through, he released the powerful blast that destroyed the entire ship with him in it.

...

But then he came back a year later after John Constantine rescued him from hell (long story) and after crawling out from his own grave, John immediately threw him his costume and sent him back out into a fight since it turned out that now Darkseid was invading and it was all hands on deck.

Ambrose was still reeling from the trauma of dying and his time spent in hell, but forced himself to focus on the task at hand and find Tina through the chaos. When he found her, he called out her name to which she turned around mid-fight to look in his direction... giving the enemy the chance to pick her up and rip her in half right in front of him

Skipping over the rest of the fight simply because we haven't fleshed that part out, but needless to say that in the end, Darkseid was defeated, but now Ambrose was left alone as he was forced to bury the love of his life so soon after coming back from his own grave.

Despite the fact he still had the ability to see ghosts, he never once saw Tina's, which drove him insane for that first year after her death.

He immediately retired after her funeral and didn't give any attempts at healing or moving on, although he did end up with a service dog that he named Coldplay.

For two years he spent mourning the life he never would get to have with Tina and waited till the day he could see her again.

And then something strange started happening.

Hundreds of people suddenly started dying randomly without any warning whatsoever at the hands of a mysterious woman, who turned out to be Death herself who had gone crazy from the thousands and thousands of years she spent reaping and guiding souls. No one could seem to stop her warpath as she continued to tear through people and causing chaos onto the streets.

Needless to say, this definitely brought Ambrose out of retirement as he joined forces with his dad and other heroes in an attempt to stop her. The only nagging question was what would happen if they did end up stopping her? What would happen if Death died?

Ambrose knew the answer.

Back when he was dating Anges, she mentioned in passing a rumor/old wives tell about how Death wasn't always just one person throughout the beginning of time, but was multiple people. It said that when the time came, Death would pass on their responsibilities to someone worthy, or should Death ever be killed, it would then pass onto the one who killed them. It was considered that if a person was Death for too long, they would start to go insane and corrupted, so it was important for them to pass on the responsibility before this happened.

Remembering this, Ambrose made a decision. Similarly to the way he sacrificed his life to save the world, this time he chose to sacrifice his death

We haven't gone over the specifics over how this goes down, but Ambrose manages to kill Death which causes him to go through the transformation of taking on the responsibility and role of Death

(Ambrose as Death ft. Ghost Tina)

Even though he willingly accepted becoming Death, it still took him a while to fully come to terms with the fact that he would never die and if he did, it would be after everyone he's ever known dies and watched as civilizations rise then fall.

One of the perks, however, was that this new promotion granted him the ability to see Tina again. In order to respect the balance and also not take her away from paradise, he is only allowed to see her once a year when the veil is the thinnest aka Halloween. While it's not a lot, he would take whatever he can get just to see her face.

And thus, is the lore of little Constantine 😁

[freakin-edikan]

Help Dusty Get out of Florida Fund

Hello. I'm Dusty. I moved back home with my parents after school because I couldn't afford to stay in NYC and they refused to help pay for me to stay up there while I was looking for work. My parents stress me out, it sucks and I hate it here. I'm trying to move back to NYC where 1) most of my friends are and 2) I can visit my brother more easily if I need help with something. I take commissions if you want me to draw something (please ignore the music commissions, I don't think I can do those right now) and I think my prices are pretty low. Links below, sob story under the cut

vnmo: @freakin-edikan cshapp: $freakinedikan Paypal me Commission post

My goal is $3300. 0/3300

My parents piss me the hell off and I want to leave. They say they're not stopping me from doing anything but there are so many "soft" restrictions it's basically total control. I can't leave the house because the county's transit sucks shit, I don't have a house key, and I don't have a license (and even if I did, I wouldn't have a car). I have no mental health provider so I've been rationing out my ADHD meds. But even if I did, I'd have no way to get there because I don't have a car. My dad was supposed to get me a bike with a lock but he didn't. He wants to teach me to drive but he's 1) never home bc he works (obviously? how would that work) and 2) when he tried to teach me in 2019 he wasn't helpful at all and was always yelling or almost yelling at me. But he also doesn't want me to get lessons from an outside agency. I keep getting pushed to take some retail or food service job which I know will burn me out so much I'll barely be able to focus on anything else. And I wouldn't be able to get there because I have no transportation. And because I don't clean the whole house or cook every meal I'm seen as "neglecting aspects of life." Meanwhile dad will eat up all the food and not buy groceries or he'll ask me to buy groceries. Even though I don't have an income or a car or a license. Also my dad got mad at me and did this to my door on Friday

and has the audacity to eat the food I bought for me and my friends with my own money. For my birthday. He's been eating my birthday food. Also the door no longer closes.

I am tired of having to play nice around my dad's volatile anger, which I've put up with since I was in elementary school. My parents paid for me to do a lot of things, which I appreciate. However, they also have repeatedly called me names, they interact with my hobbies with thinly-veiled contempt, they play passive aggressive when they're mad at me in front of guests, and they used to hit me all throughout K-12. They constantly frame their obligations to me as purely financial, they think they have no responsibility to be emotionally supportive or uplifting, but they also want me to baby their feelings and lie about how they treated me while accusing me of making up my mental issues for attention and sympathy. My dad keeps talking about how old and frail he is and how he could die any minute now and where I'm at is that I do not care and if/when he dies I will not be there. I'm literally sick of this behavior and they acted like this in 2019 when they were supposed to be taking care of me after I was hospitalized for attempting suicide. I'm still not over that and yet they're annoyed at me for being disorganized/scatterbrained, stressed out, and depressed.

[sunnydayroleplay]

Ahh could we get a coulrophobic sunshine x Jack scenario? I hate clowns but Jack is such a comfort character for me 😭😭💕💕💕

Sorry I got to this so late! Drawing them stripper boys is a lot of work! Will post those on my art account! @feralhalfnhalfcreamer

Thanks for such the cute idea, I didn't really like clowns before Jack, but Jack is just a huge comfort to me now. That said, let's write it! Contents Inside: Coulrophobic Sunshine, Some mentions of scream/panic, otherwise very wholesome and sfw.

Just because this is SFW Content, does not mean minors should interact with this post, and this game as it is an 18+ community only. For SFW/Non-18+ Related content/artwork, go follow my non-roleplay account(s) mentioned above. ___________________________________________________________

Jack goes through that T.V screen of yours was absolutely horrifying, no doubt about it.

But seeing that he was a tall blue hair ghost clown as well?

Even more horrifying.

Poor thing, you were just in the corner screaming for dear life while Jack kept trying to calm you down.

Which only made you scream more.

After countless days of 'off and on' sleep, you tried your best to rationalize.

He hasn't hurt you the entire time he's been here.

All Jack ever has done was try to calm you down when you went on one of your tangent panics.

He's cleaned up your house, and wonderfully at that.

He's even made you breakfast!

Who doesn't love a good homemade pancake with delicious fruits and sticky syrup?

Jack's been trying his best to take his time with you.

You can tell from the way he approaches you slowly and refrains from sudden movement, like if you were approaching the neighborhood stray to pet it.

Slowly but surely, you decide to reach out to him for the first time.

As he's cooking your breakfast one morning per usual, you stand next to him and watch the magic happen.

Jack takes notice and side eyes you.

A small smile crept from his lips for a quick second before he put his attention on not burning the cake.

When he finishes, he hands you the plate of flap-jacks.

You tell him to sit next to you, and he obliges.

He slowly pulls up a chair and scoots in beside you, hands on the table and with a soft gaze.

You couldn't help but smile back, he was so sweet.

You felt bad, but he could understand.

I mean he came out of nowhere, and how was he supposed to know you were afraid of clowns?

No hard feelings at all!

You look at him and manage to mutter a good morning to him.

"Morning! H-How are you? Are you alright?"

His tone was energetic and excited.

This would be the first time you ever talked together normally.

He slowed himself down because he didn't wanna scare you off as he just began to make progress.

"I'm alright, thank you..how are you?"

And with that, the two of you began to make conversation. It was rather nice.

You got to learn about Jack a bit more, other than the fact he was a mysterious clown that can come out of screens.

Jack got to get to know you better, and he got you to trust him just a bit more.

That's all he ever wanted, for his sunshine to not be afraid of him.

You appreciated that he took his time with you, and that he worked alongside instead of pushing.

Ever since Ian, it was really needed.

It was perfectly timed almost.

Probably a coincidence though, right?

As a few months passed by, your relationship grew with Jack in the best way possible.

You guys would talk about the most random shit together.

You'd bake goods together, cook something up for dinner.

You let him sleep beside you instead of the couch.

And soon enough, it got more personal.

Sentimental cuddle hours..

Bubbly bubble baths..

And some even more personal things in bed~

And when it came to the question in mind:

"Do you want me to be your boyfriend?"

You couldn't be happier.

You lunged into his arms and he picked you off your feet.

He showered your beautiful face with as much love as possible. The two of you couldn't be in anymore joy than this.

Jack finally earned your trust, and earned the love and devotion you wanted, deserved.

You finally earned someone who loves you and wouldn't hurt you for the world.

[mdhwrites]

What Emanator I Think Acheron Is

I'm calling Nihility. This isn't just because of the proof that she's path of Nihility but a lot more based on what little concrete we know about her and how essentially entropy works since that is what Ix is: The Aeon of Nihility. Of Nothingness. Of Entropy.

And the thing about almost all life that succumbs to that the fastest is in fact our memories. That's partially because memory as a concept is not reflective, it is constructive. We have to recreate the details every time we think about something and thus the new version erodes a bit from the truth with each retelling. It can work a couple times but quickly is distorted, much like how Google Translate can do a pretty good job but you run it through a translator seven times and the product is illegible.

And of course, Acheron's memory issues is one of her biggest elements that we know about her so far. Her inability to remember even where she's going or how she got somewhere is a great gag but it also fits how Nihility in this universe is portrayed. Namely that... It's kind of chill.

Ix is explicitly called a peaceful Aeon. It's one of the few things ever stated about them in the game. They were so chill that some Destruction Dorks went "We want to kill an aeon and since Ix doesn't do shit, let's fuck them up!" Aha laughed, helped them out and they were never heard from again because they're idiots.

Speaking of: This should actually be pretty easy for a lot of people to figure out in Star Rail but Aventurine doesn't mention Nihility because of this fact. Aventurine is building a narrative that Acheron is dangerous and inherently evil and musing that her memory issues may be due to the Nihility consuming them as they;'re created doesn't serve his angle so he leaves it out. Instead, he essentially calls out Nihility's opposite: Finality, which is essentially working from the other direction by going from the end of time backwards, at least in theory.

Frankly, having both Nihility and Finality as two aeons in your story, both about the ends of things, is... Rough. Like they could do something with it but as it is now, we kind of have two different gods of nothing and if Finality is the god of death uh... Have you met the Xianshou or the Loufu?

Getting back to the point, there's one other element to this theory of mine for Acheron: Her reaction to Firefly and how it plays into how she didn't seem to want to draw her sword. See, Ix is peaceful because existence to them is meaningless. Everything will eventually die and end, thus joining with them so Ix doesn't have to do anything. However, take this to a kind hearted person and the idea of a life coming to an end in a brutal, immediate fashion is an absolute tragedy. They were going to die anyways so why did they have to die like this?

Now yes, she's a Galaxy Ranger, at least in theory, but even this tracks. People like the Annihilation Gang (btw, you could count Destruction as an off shoot of Nihility as well) are speeding up a process that doesn't need to be. Doing unnecessary harm when their goal will be met regardless. Any evildoer out there is doing such a thing so Acheron actually would live by the opposite of most superheroes. If you pose a threat to even two people's lives with your machinations, it is her obligation for her to murder you so that they may be taken by entropy instead, rather than allow the harm you wish to cause. Honestly, the bigger surprise is that ANY of Duke Inferno's family are still alive since they all wish to commit horrors upon the universe. If Acheron really did steal the invite from them (which would seem incredibly out of character so far and raise questions on how with her lack of planning/follow through skills) then I would assume she'd have just wiped them all out.

But then my brother who is SO hyped for Katarina would be very sad so ups and downs.

But yeah, with all of that said, I'm sticking with my theory. I've been told when I posted this on Hoyolab that supposedly the leaks have something to say on it but I won't say one way or another in case you're like me and try to avoid those. For now, thank you for listening and see you next tale.

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tea, coffee, or soda? teaaaa, but i also love a good ginger ale or root beer!

dogs or cats? both can be absolute angels, but i have a cat so i think i'm contractually obligated to say cats

can you play an instrument? i used to play violin and piano (i can't anymore and my keyboard mocks me from the corner of my room) and i dabble in the guitar now and have jam seshes w my dad 🎸

what’s your sun sign? leo the lion ♌🦁

first song lyrics that pop into your head? KOOL KIDS by maneskin 🤘

Cool kids they do not use floss Marry me in the countryside Honestly I don't give a fuck I'm addicted to Rock 'N' Roll, yeah

do you have any tattoos? zero! but i look up tattoo designs almost daily

favorite place you’ve traveled? i fondly remember bits of pieces from some trips growing up, but i remember the most from when i went to the bahamas w my dad when i was in high school. it was the first big trip just the two of us and it was beautifullll. the water was so clear and we snorkled and saw cool creatures (even if the waves nearly took me out sdfhksd). we rode a scooter around the island and got pancakes at the diner and played so many games of chess. i got some braids in my hair by the locals bc i could not manage my hair in the humidity and i thought it made me so pretty. went to a bonfire and show thing and got a conch shell that we had displayed in our living room for awhile. it was special.

what’s the last movie you watched? happiest season! the cast is stackedddd w queer icons. great shit

what languages do you speak? english, kinda spanish, kinda kinda kinda italian

do you have any hobbies? (i am consulting an Ultimate List of Hobbies for this so i am being very generous and general and reminding myself of the things i enjoy) reading, writing, crafting, creating, painting, drawing, sculpting, designing, curating, making bracelets, fashion, dance, yoga, walking, darts, frisbee golf, table tennis, mini golf, billiards, ice skating, kayaking, hiking, watching media, attending concerts, attending theater performances, listening to music, playing the guitar, nature watching, bird watching, people watching, spending time with loved ones, social media scrolling, gardening, geoguessr, shopping, sudoku, word searches, organizing, cleaning, making picrews, eating, learning languages, zoo/ aquarium visiting, museum visiting, picnicking, biology, rock collecting, sea shell collecting, stuffed toy collecting, insect collecting, learning.

you can hang out with one fictional character for an hour, who do you choose? edward cullen. we would either love or hate each other and 13 year old me needs to know

compliment yourself: uuuuuhhhhhhhhh. i give good forehead and cheek kisses to my cat <3

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[uchiha-7thsingularity]

Firends to Lovers (Felix x MC)

You were late. Thumping his foot against his desk, Felix waited patiently for almost a half hour past the time your lesson started. Minutes were counted down and his thoughts eluded him to your whereabouts now. (Was it illness that explained your lateness? Distracted by something or….. somebody? Sage flirting with you? Anisa speaking with you about your shared snacks?) Patience cut short his anxiety kicked into gear, "Hells." He huffed. "I'll just seek them out myself. I know fully well than to sit around and waste away." Felix headed toward your room he had offered to sustain your needs. "Mc, may I have a word with you?", he gently knocked on the door and waited for a second or two. Repeating the same gesture the door never opened. "Not here either, I presumed. Apologies for entering, Mc", Felix sauntered his way into your room seemingly aware of his intrusion of your privacy. Normally, he avoided scolding you for being late, since he was no saint, but today he would put his foot down. His line of sight was clouded by the mess of crumpled notes covering the well-made bed. His novels you borrowed piled high on top of your desk, as well as the belongings you had seemingly brought on your back when he first met you in the ruins. Clearly, you weren't here for he would have heard your gentle voice scold him for invading your personal safe space. Never has he seen the world you came from but it is refreshing to witness you in all your glory. Stuck in his head he doesn't notice stella come up behind him to jump on top of your bag to nip at its contents. Until the bag falls off the bed startling him, to have him shoo her away with a huff. Exaggerated, he gathers all your paperwork to arrange, when an image catches his marveling eye. The poster you picked up for introducing Last Legacy. His heart drops after he reads the last words. Then a tap interrupts his train of thought, "Sorry, I forgot about the lesson. Are you mad?" You had appeared from behind him after taking a stroll around fanthom to finally grasp the meet-up with Felix. "Mc, be honest with me. Did you draw this or….?", he holds up the paper to your wide eyes. His eyes dip down to your hands fidgeting under his watchful gaze to not go unseen. Shaking his head he frowns, "Nevermind." He pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. "It was rude of me to walk into your chambers firstly. And we have lots to do today, come along." He tries to move past you but you catch his wrist and tell him to wait. Hesitant at your warm touch he obliges willfully to listen to your awaited explanation to his finding. An hour and half later you both sit on the edge of your bed to let him process the truth. You bite your lip and wait for him to speak. You scoot near him, not knowing what to say or do you ask, "Can I hug you?" He startles. "No need. This issue is mind to atone for alone," he mumbles with a grimace. Massaging his temple he apologizes profusely to the point it leaves an ache in your chest. "Enough….," you whisper. He continues to ruffle his hair, "Felix!" His grey-ish pupils land on you with tension in his raised shoulders. Softly you admit, "I don't hold a grudge against you for summoning me by mistake. Shit happens and we just need to catch our breaths for a minute. Try it with me." Rubbing circles on his hand with your thumb he pursues the same result. "Am I real or a sick travesty?", his eyes droop to your fingers enlaced with his own. " Thank you for telling me. I appreciate the harsh honesty, I just need time to adjust to the circumstances of my entire existence. You nod and he smiles shyly. His pout is cute but painful to look upon. Gently tugging him up on his feet he gives a curious look, "Felix, like I said before I truly hold nothing against you. "Are you saying you do not mind if I was a fantasy in your world?", his mind instantly regrets asking you, afraid of being far more vulnerable in your presence. You tug him into your chest to stroke his hair, "As long as, I'm a fantasy in yours." 

[talia-rumlow]

My Saviour (Rumlow X Reader) Chapter Fiftyfour - Anything You Want, Brock!

For the next week, you train with knifes. Rumlow teaches you just about everything he knows. And you excel this time too. Maybe you have a neck for this fighting thing. Even Pierce is impressed with how fast you learn things. But it takes it's toll. Friday you're exhausted. As soon as you enter the apartment with Rumlow, you fall down on the couch.

- YN? Is everything OK?

Rumlow is cute when he's concerned. And he has been quite a few times this week. Not only because of the knifes. He keeps asking if you're fine, like ten times a day.

- Yes, Brock. I'm just tired. This week has been... Packed. I need a weekend in bed.. care to join me?

He smiles at you.

- Now that's a deal I want in on! Look, I'll draw you a bath. Then you can relax in there while I make dinner. Sounds good?

You yawn and stretch.

- Sounds perfect! Just make sure I don't fall asleep in there..

- Want me to join you?

He asks while extending a hand to you. You smile, and take his hand.

- Did you even have to ask?

You stand up. Still holding his hand.

- Come her!

He says, before he grabs your behind, lifting you up. You love it when he does this. Again you wrap your legs around his waist.

- What do you want me to do to you in there?

He whispers into your neck.

- Ahhaa.. Anything you want, Brock!

You can feel his smile against your skin.

- Really? Anything?

He gently bites your shoulder.

- Yes, Brock! I'm yours...

He carries you into the bathroom. Puts you down on the floor, and turn on the water. Then he turns back to you. Looks at you for some time.

- On your knees!

Oh, dominant Brock. You love him. How he commands you around the dirty talk, that alone makes you wet as fuck. How he pins your arms against the wall or behind your back. And how he grabs your hair. None of it hurts. He knows what he's doing. And you know all to well what to do, to make him do all the things you love.

- And why is that Mr. Rumlow?

He tilts his head a little. Before he pushes you up against the wall. Pinning your arms over your head. Just like you love, just like he knows you love. You smile at him.

- If you keep playing this game Miss. YLN, I might have to punish you a little bit.

You send him a teasing smile.

- You should. Mr. Rumlow. I've been a bad girl... I deserve punishment.

- Really?

- Mmmm..

He leans in closer, his lips almost brushing over yours. You move to meet them. But he moves away.

- Ah ah... Bad Girl.. I want your lips on other parts of me..

He lets go of your arms, and start to undress. You do the same. Clothes falling to the floor. Before he again commands you to get to your knees. This time you oblige. He gently takes a hold of your hair, guiding your face to where he wants it. You put your hands on his hips. Look up at him, looking down at you.

- Now open that sweet little mouth of yours...

He don't have to ask twice. You love to do this. To see his eyes, as you swallow him down. To feel his legs shaking under him when he's close to coming. To feel his hands in your hair, to hear his moans. Fuck. So hot.

- Yes! Aaaaaa.. Fuck.. Like that. You sweet little thing..

You carefully drag your head back, let your tongue swirl around his tip. The slightly salty taste of his precum hits your tongue. Fuck, you want more. Something wet hits your knees. You move your eyes over to the bathtub. Water pouring over the edges of it.

- Ehh.. Brock?

He looks at the tub. Lets go of your hair.

- Fuck!

He quickly turns the water off. Before he casually enters the tub. Sits down. More water pouring over the edges. He gestures for you to join him.

- Err.. Shouldn't we clean up?

- Nah.. It's already soaking wet. Just like you I think. And right now all I want is you.

The way he says it makes your belly clench. Fuck, how you want him. You enter the tub. Start to sit down.

- Stop!

He commands. Before seizing your behind, and burying his face between your legs. Shit! Fuck! Your legs are about to give in under you.

- Fuck! Brock..

- Mr. Rumlow!

He murmurs into your wet flesh, before he lets his tongue glide over you. You grab his hair. Your legs shaking. Fuck!

- I... I.. Mr... fuck!

A long slow lick, before he looks up at you.

- Sit down on me!

You take a deep breath, before you slowly strattle him. More water pouring over the edges of the tub. He doesn't seem to mind that his bathroom is about to be water damaged. He is there, rock hard, waiting to enter you.

He grabs you the second you start to sit down on him. Plunging upwards. Pulling you close. It feels incredible. The two of you moving, breathing, moaning together like you were one. His lips on your skin, savouring the taste of you.

He grabs your shoulders from behind, pushing you on to him. The way he hits all your nerves, all the right spots.

- Aaaaa.. Fuck, Brock!

He's holding you tight. Wiggles himself.

- Aaaaaa My God!!

- You like that, princess?

He whispers in your ear.

- Yes! Fuck, Brock...

He pulls himself out.

- Brock, please...

You beg.

- Come here, princess. Let's continue this another place!

He gets out of the tub. Takes your hand, and you follow him into the bedroom. You're both still soaking wet from the tub.

- Get on the bed!

He commands. Voice soft, but still a command. You know him that well. You lie down on the bed. Look up at him with anticipation.

- Please, touch me Brock!

- Shhh.. Princess! You said I could punish you, right?

You swallow. He has a plan.

- Yes!

- Good!

He walks over to his cabinet of toys. Back against you. He takes out a couple of things. Small things as it look. You can't quite see what it is. And even if you did. You're not that familiar with toys such as his.

He turns around and walks over to you. A small chain, and something else. But you have no idea what it is.

- You know what this is?

He asks. You shake your head. He continues to secure each end of the chain to the two small things.

- These are nipple clamps.... one will go there...

He carefully bites your right nipple.

- And the other one will go here..

He leans down and carefully bites the other one.

- And this....

He presents the chain to you.

- This will go here...

He puts the chain in your mouth. Before he proceeds to put the clamps on your nipples. It's not that tight. But it's tight enough, and if you arch your back or pull your head back. You'll yank them. And that'll hurt.

When he's done he just sits on top of you. Looking at your peaking nipples and the chain in your mouth.

- And of course there is these...

He lifts up his handcuffs. Leans over you, and secure your arms to the bedpost. You're immobilised....

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[lasidahorphanchild]

you've drawn cassidy like. twice now, i almost feel obliged to draw your fem!cody but idk when i'll find the time— spam me with requests or pictures of her. my memory is shit

Oh sure that be cool and also i'm drawing my cody desgin at the moment maybe you could use it as a refrence later! :3