#hopefully this doesn't come across as too weird or anything

[ruelpsen]

i’ve been getting really bad indigestion lately so i’ve been smoking after my meals to curve the nausea. it works enough to keep everything down, but it definitely doesn’t calm anything. i’m bloated as fuck and i can’t stop belching. and being high and bloated makes me the horniest fucker on the planet. i just want someone to rub out this gas and fuck me.

i wanna straddle someone while they feel me up, give them hickeys in between my burps

interested? 🥵

Oh, most certainly! Even if I can't physically be there to witness you all bloated and belchy and high, at least you can enjoy being a burpy mess knowing that I love the thought of seeing someone like you reduced to a horny, needy mess who can't stop belching. Use these thoughts as you will. ;)

[thirstywoso]

Forget about your girlfriend - Jessie Fleming x Reader 18+

W/C: 2.2k

Synopsis: Reader falls for Jessie after realising her relationship has ran its course

A/N: Just here for the angst, having a weird ass time at the minute and wanted to write something that wasn't so fluffy and was more shitty of reader

Warnings: cheating MDNI 18+, Oral, Fingering (giving and receiving) , strap (receiving), I can't think of anything else because if I'm honest I rushed the end of this and probably got repetitive because I'm so mentally and physically exhausted. Hopefully some better fics are coming I just wanted to put something out for y'all even if it was a rush job.

Your relationship had been on the rocks for awhile, the love you once shared had begun to dwindle, the fun you used to share gone, romantic gestures all but a distant memory.

You stayed though, out of convenience. A break up would be too much hassle and staying together would make you feel less lonely.

That was until Jessie had moved to Portland, you'd heard of her but hadn't ever met before. Yet you hit it off straight away, the way she knew exactly what to say to make you laugh.

How even when you were having an off day she could read you and cheer you up, she just got you in away that nobody had before.

Of course you felt guilty you loved your girlfriend, just Jessie added something to your life that you felt was missing.

That's what brought you to tonight, after innocent flirting and months of getting closer with Jessie you'd gone straight to her after a heated fight with your girl.

Your eyes were brimming with tears and she pulled you into a hug, tightly holding you. It's when you pulled back and looked into her deep brown eyes that you knew you were fucked, the tension all too much.

Pulling her closer your eyes dart between her lips and her eyes, a sudden rush coming over you, butterflies erupting in your stomach.

Then it was too late, your lips were on hers and her hands were on your hips. Pulling you tight. Biting on your lip to ground herself trying to control the urge to pull you to the bedroom.

Your hands began roaming along her back not letting her pull away, until you needed to breathe.

"Do you want me to stop?.. if you do please say because if we keep going I don't think I will be able to stop myself" she states matter of fact.

You nod your head pulling her back in, arms running along her shoulder blades dragging down until your finger tips are running along her waist. Her actions mirroring yours as you fall deeper into each other.

She begins to pull off your shirt looking at you to double check you were still okay, your eyes meet and you violently nod your head. The look on Jessie's face sending a pulse to your core.

Without a second thought you began ripping each others clothing off discarding all over Jessie's apartment floor before she held your jaw pulling you with her toward her bedroom.

Getting through the door she twists you around pushing you as you step back toward her bed, your calves meeting the end of her bed as she shoves you backwards.

Your head falling into her pillows, her scent overwhelming as you stare up at her longingly.

"I'm going to fuck you so good, you forget your name" she says so causally

"This is your last chance to stop or I'm going to have you whimpering my name and not hers" she offers

"Prove it" you give

That's all Jessie needed to hear as her lips were back on yours in a heated kiss, that then trialed across your cheek and down your neck, feather light kisses and kitten licks of her tongue follow the column of your neck.

Your core beginning to feel like molten lava

"Please" you whimper out as her hand snakes between the two of you, slowly making its way to where you so badly needed her.

"Fuck" she gasps gathering the wetness on her finger tips "do you get this wet for her?" She almost laughs

"Just for you Jessie" you whimper out as her fingers circle your bundle of nerves.

"What's that baby? She doesn't make you this wet? Speak up for me" she mocks her fingers slipping inside of you.

"Fuck.. only you make me this wet Jessie" you moan, head falling back into the pillows eyes rolling back at the delicious stretch she provided you.

Jessie whispering sweet nothings in your ear as her fingers curl deeper "you look so fucking good like this" she groans into your neck" you cry out at her words needing more.

Grabbing onto her hair you begin to push her down, she knows exactly what you want as she trails kisses down your stomach. Blowing gently on your core she removes her fingers before sucking them into her own mouth. Tasting you for the first time, her eyes roll back drunk on your taste.

You laugh down at her "good?" You question.

"You wanna try yourself?" She responds with a nod, dipping her fingers back into you before pulling them out dripping in your arousal.

Wiping her finger tips along your bottom lip before thrusting them into your waiting tongue so you could taste yourself.

You gush at the idea of her fingers fucking your throat and you begin to make a show of cleaning them. Head bobbing up and down gagging on her digits.

She chuckles to herself as she leans down kissing your core, soft at first but then more hungry, kisses to your clit followed by swipes of her tongue through you folds until she is overtaken by want.

He tongue dives into you, furiously fucking you in a frenzy your entrance pulsing around her as her nose bumps into your bundle of nerves.

Your hands find her hair tugging at it as your mouth falls open a silent scream erupting from deep in your throat as she hits the spot you need her most.

Jessie groans into your wet heat adding her ring and middle finger once more, joining her tongue as they dive inside you making your toes curl and eyes screw shut.

Lifting off the bed your hips begin to buck into her mouth and fingers trying to pull her closer into you, your free hand screwing up the sheets beneath you.

Retracting her tongue she begins to suckle on your folds and make her way to your clit that she sucks between her teeth, flicking her tongue over it repeatedly.

Humming to herself at the shake in your legs and repeating the motion, you can't help but whimper as you feel your orgasm approaching.

Before you know it you are falling off the edge and Jessie is back by your head kissing you, overwhelming you with your own flavour.

Her hand is gently caressing your thigh and her lips begin to leave a trail of feather light kisses on your neck as you catch your breath.

"Wow that was something else" you manage to puff out with a slight giggle.

"You look so pretty when you cum y/n, I could watch the way your face screws up and mouth hangs open on repeat" she admits nipping at your ear lobe

"Then make me do it again" you whisper in a tone that almost sounds like a question.

"Mmm yeah?" She says shifting onto her elbow looking down at you. "You want to come apart on my cock?"

You nod your head pulling her in for a kiss, when she pulls back you let her know exactly what you want "Please Jess, fuck me"

She doesn't need to be told twice, grabbing one of her favourite straps from the draw she secures it to her waist before kneeling in front of you again as your legs involuntarily spread for her.

She rubbed the tip along your slit gently before leaning down to kiss you as her length slid past your entrance hitting your throbbing clit and back, repeating this motion as she gently rocked her hips into you as your kiss became more feverish.

She sucked down gently on your tongue as your hands found their way to her shoulders and raked gently up and down her back.

As your tongues battled for dominance you reached between the two of you finding the base of Jessie's newest appendage and angling it so the tip stretched at your opening on Jessie's next thrust.

"Please, I need you inside me, Jessie I want to be so full of you please" you beg her, knowing you needed to feel her stretch you open.

As your hands grab back onto her shoulders Jessie's cock fills you to the hilt, both of you letting out shuddering breaths.

The two of you realising how deep inside you she is, scared to move knowing that there is no turning back now. Your eyes flutter at the feeling of being full of her as she groans just imagining the way you are pulsing around her the same way you did on her fingers.

After a deep breath she pulls back until only the tip is stretching your entrance before slamming her hips back down causing you to grunt, enjoying your reaction she does it again her eyes rolling back at the hitch in your throat as she grinds into you.

"You're taking me so well pretty girl" she praises you as she fills you up again.

Your eyes roll back at her words as she quickens her pace, her finger tips making quick rhythm across your clit.

It had been so long since you had felt this good and the pang of guilt you had subsided pretty quickly once Jessie's lips attached themselves to your neck.

"Forget about your girlfriend" she whispers into your ear, you were so drawn to Jessie that you didn't even remember her name which you knew was so bad, but something inside you just didn't care.

"You are such a bad girl but look at you being a good girl for me" she whispers in your ear nibbling on your ear lobe for emphasis.

The pleasure from her strap nudging against your most needy spot and her little pants and words of encouragement in your neck drove you straight to the edge.

Pulling back she looked into your eyes her speed in thrusts and clit stimulation increasing

"That's it baby, cum for me" she groans as she grabs your ankles angling deeper inside you pushing you over the edge, her longing stare into her eyes driving you feral.

Your nails clawing down her back as you cum on her thick cock, she giggles slightly into your neck as she collapse atop you.

After some time you both start to move, Jessie peeling herself off of you and cuddling you into her.

Your hand traces soft patterns across her exposed skin, before dragging the strap on off of where she had secured it. Discarding it somewhere in the room before your hand found purchase between her legs once more, dipping your fingers between her folds you gather some of her wetness.

The slide of your fingers mixed with the way you could feel her dripping made you crazy, it wasn't long before you sunk your fingers in knuckle deep. Causing both of you to groan out.

"So wet for me Jessie" you half laugh half groan

"Does she get this wet for you baby?" Jessie smirks which you quickly wipe off her face with an overly eager curl of your fingers and a delicate kiss to the edge of her mouth.

Pumping your fingers in harder you kiss her, swallowing her moans as you feel her walls flutter around your digits.

A particularly delicious curl sent her eyes rolling back and her mouth agape, she looked so fucking beautiful so open and relaxed for you.

Kissing along her jaw and neck, biting, sucking and soothing with your tongue repeatedly as you add another digit.

Jessie stretching around you further, worked up from seeing you come undone and from the stimulation the bottom of the strap provided her clit it wasn't long until you had her on the precipice.

One powerful and skill full curl and scissor of your fingers sent her careening off the edge you'd placed her on, kissing her face and neck repeatedly as she shuddered and came down from her high.

Once you'd both caught your breath you were soon wrapped in each other warm embrace.

You hadn't felt so content and safe in such a long time that you began to cry.

"What's wrong baby?" She asks using the pad of her thumb to wipe away your tears.

"I think I know what to do" you say dryly

"...end things" you carry on noticing Jessie's raised elbow

Leaning down she places a kiss on your forehead and rubs your cheek

"Whatever you do or do not decide to do, I will be here for you" she reaffirms

"I love you Jess" you whisper

You think she whispers it back but your eyes were heavy and you drifted into a sleep tucked up in her arms, overwhelmed with her scent from the bed sheets and her proximity. You'd never felt so safe and cared for and you couldn't help the sleep taking over.

[suzukiblu]

Day nineteen of fic NaNoWriMo, obligatory sugar daddy Tim/sugar baby Kon AU.

. . . huh, Tim thinks as he watches Kon rub his thumb over the goat's soft and fluffy fur, suddenly reminded of the cashmere. Okay, maybe his hypothesis about Kon's possible appreciation for nice textures is actually a thing, then. Noted and taken into evidence. 

“It's . . . cute,” Kon says, ducking his head a little and still slowly rubbing his thumb back and forth across the goat's fur as he looks down at it again, his face still all red. Tim makes a mental note about maximizing the amount of nice textures in Kon's life. He is gonna buy him sheets with a very high thread count, just to start. “Um–thanks, man.” 

“You're welcome,” Tim says as he has the incredibly weird thought that Kon has probably never actually owned an actual toy before. Like, maybe video games and things like that? He’s pretty sure he's heard Kon mention a few video games he likes before, now that he's thinking about it, but in retrospect he doesn't know if he even owns a console of his own or just played them with someone else at some point or . . . who knows, really? 

Like, Tim didn't decide to buy him a toy because of that, obviously, he really was just thinking of the idea as a cute little hopefully-the-right-kind-of-flirty reminder of how they “met”, but . . . 

It's a weird thought, is all.

. . . also, additional mental note, he should make sure to buy Kon a console if he doesn't already have one. And maybe a handheld system too, and obviously whatever games he wants for both. Maybe a couple spare controllers in case he wants to have anyone over, Tim has no idea, but better safe than sorry. 

“Let’s pay,” he says, redistributing the shopping bags between both hands again and then nodding towards the register. “Do you like video games?” 

“Sure,” Kon says, glancing sidelong at him again as they head for the counter. He’s doing that a lot, it feels like, though Tim isn’t sure why yet. Just intel to absorb, for right now. “Who doesn’t like video games?” 

“Do you have any?” Tim asks, and Kon looks–embarrassed, almost? Weirdly? 

“I can’t exactly have you over to play, man. No offense, it’s like a security clearance thing with the lab,” he says, which is not where Tim was going with that at all and is sort of . . . flustering, actually. Like, to hear, he means. He’s trying to buy things for Kon, not invite himself over to, like . . . pester him for attention or whatever. 

“Yeah, you'd be kind of hard to explain to my dad,” he agrees, putting on a wry expression. Kon's mouth tightens for a second, for some reason, and then he smiles awkwardly in his direction, not quite meeting his eyes. Tim represses a frown, wondering what that’s about. 

“Usually am, yeah,” Kon says. 

“Well, once we get you a place of your own, that’ll solve that problem,” Tim says reasonably as they wait in line together, though obviously he doesn’t really expect Kon to have him over or–

“You’d actually wanna come over if I had my own place?” Kon asks hesitantly. “Like–to hang out or whatever?” 

. . . Tim wonders who exactly ground all of Kon’s usually-boundless confidence into the dirt, because he’d just like to have a word with them. Or shove a doomsday weapon up their ass; whichever’s more convenient at the time. Considering how Kon usually acts, Tim doesn’t even want to think about how shitty someone had to be to get a reaction like that out of him. 

“I would,” he says. “We could order in and play something, maybe.” 

“I don’t actually have a console or anything. Shit, I don’t even have a TV,” Kon admits. “Which is not a request, for the record, just a statement.” 

“Okay,” Tim says, which as a response is something he’s just gonna let Kon interpret however he likes. He could just have a TV and console delivered to Cadmus for him, probably. Although he doesn’t actually know how big Kon’s room is, so in retrospect maybe that’ll be something to buy once they get to the stage where Kon’s picking out furniture for his new apartment/house/cul-de-sac. Easier to size and scale correctly that way, Tim figures. 

God, how big is Kon’s room? Is it just a room? Like a dorm or something? Is it at least actual normal bedroom-sized? 

. . . he really, really hopes it’s not a barracks situation. 

“I mean it,” Kon says as Tim pays for the goat and they leave the store. “Like, this was really cool of you, but you’ve definitely done enough. I didn’t do anything that special, you know?” 

“I feel like I’m the one who gets to value your effort in saving my life,” Tim says. “Like, monetarily and all. As a whole fiscal thing.” 

“It really wasn’t a big deal, though,” Kon insists. “Like, I didn’t risk my neck or anything. It wasn't even hard.” 

“You put in the time to learn how to do that with your TTK to begin with, even from halfway across the gallery floor,” Tim says. “Just because it was easy to do then doesn’t mean it was easy to learn to begin with. I think it’s really impressive that you even figured out you could do that to begin with.” 

“I mean–well, yeah, I guess,” Kon says, ducking his head as his face flushes again. “I just . . . like, it took a while to figure out how to do it right, definitely. So I wouldn’t say impressive.” 

“If you’re trying to be modest, maybe don’t lead with ‘I worked really hard on improving myself and it worked really well’,” Tim says, flashing him a wry little smile. Kon turns even redder, then grins sheepishly at him. 

“Look, TTK is badass, but it’s way less impressive than punching a giant asteroid into gravel,” he says. “Or superspeeding through all the bad guys in a microsecond.” 

“Why?” Tim asks, tilting his head. “Lots of people can punch an asteroid in half. You could break it down into its component parts and also make sure none of said parts escaped into the atmosphere or crashed any satellites. And you don’t need superspeed when you can keep the bad guys from even moving to begin with, right?” 

“Huh?” Kon says, looking–startled, a little. Tim’s been doing his research, but also just thinking–plus he's pretty sure that talking up TTK as a power is just about the best possible way to get Kon to be into Tim Drake for as long as possible, so . . . 

“I’m just saying, you seem really versatile. Like, you’re obviously not just a bruiser,” he says reasonably, though the more time he's spent trying to think about TTK lately, the more aware he's become that Kon tries very hard to be one whenever possible. Like–much more often than he actually should, in fact. “Your powers are really flexible, from what I’ve noticed. You can be a scalpel and a hammer. Possibly simultaneously, depending on your multitasking skills, I don’t really know how that works.” 

“Oh,” Kon says, the startled expression turning flustered even as he grins a little helplessly and ducks his head, twisting the handles of the shopping bag the clerk put the goat in around his fingers. “Uh, I mean, it depends, but . . . kinda, I guess.” 

Okay, well–he looks a little less boisterous and smug than Tim would've expected him to get over direct compliments to his TTK, honestly, but he does still seem flattered. Tim had just been prepared for annoying bragging and overblown pride as a reaction, not that helpless little grin Kon's currently trying to hide. So that's . . . weird, yeah. Huh. 

“Well, I think it's impressive,” he informs him with an easy shrug, and watches maybe a little bit too curiously as Kon's grin widens and he ducks his head lower. He looks so–not proud or arrogant, still, but pleased. 

It's definitely weird. 

Tim can't pretend there isn't an equally weird part of him that thinks it's cute, though. It's a little strange being the one hyping up the exact same superpower Kon's usually incapable of shutting up about while he tries to downplay it, but he guesses it's not that different from being the one carrying most of the bags right now. Just a little bit of a temporary role reversal while Kon's wearing a soft cashmere sweater instead of his usual heavy leather jacket and Tim's not wearing a mask. 

Well–at least not a domino, anyway. It gets a little more complicated going with the metaphorical definition, obviously. 

“I'm still buying you lunch whatever you say,” he says. “And a bigger wardrobe. You can't always show up in your superhero gear, somebody's gonna notice you eventually.” 

“Geez, man, how many times are you planning to see me in civvies?” Kon says, and if his accompanying laugh didn't sound a little forced, Tim would assume Kon was saying he was going to be bored of him before that was a concern. That laugh makes it sound more like Kon thinks it’s likelier that Tim is going to get bored of him, though. 

No, Tim is pretty sure that's wishful thinking on his part. It's too tempting to attribute evidence like that to mean something he'd like it to mean, is all. 

“I don't know,” he says, giving Kon a smile. “How many times are you planning to let me?” 

Kon stares at him for a moment, turns red, and then laughs self-consciously and looks away. 

His flirting standards are still extremely low, yeah. Thank god, because Tim absolutely sucks at this.

[sunnysana]

Park Chan-young x F! Neohuman reader

Summary: Eun-yoo left Chanyoung in the trap.

Warning(s): None

"Eun-yoo!" Chanyoung yelled for the 10th time knowing he wouldn't be able to get out any time soon with his sprained ankle, and that if he'd wait it to heal he would probably die of starvation.

"Damn it" he muttered under his breath while letting himself slide to the floor. He knew she wasn't gonna come back for him.

He sighed and closed his eyes giving up on doing the impossible.

Hours later he felt a change of scenery, he felt soft plush against his cheek when gained consciousness.

He opened his eyes.

He checked his surroundings first, noticing that he was lying in a makeshift two person bed that was probably a sleeping couch. He faced to a wall with a window shut with a curtain in presumably a camper.

it was getting dark outside. As he tried to sit up, he noticed his ankle bandaged up and taken care of.

He sat up and looked to the front. There was a girl standing at the kitchen counter making some food.

"Hello?" He said, trying to gain her attention. "Ah, I see you're awake." She then grabbed a bowl, showing some type of soup in it. "Drink up," she said. "You need it if you wanna heal anytime soon," he took it. "Oh, thank you," he replied, bowing his head slightly.

"How did I get here?" He asked still in a polite manner like he always did. "Oh right, I found you in a trap made for the infected or so-called 'monsters', I guess I felt bad for you so I decided to help you out." she said. She however left out the part that she saw Eun-yoo leaving him in there.

Then she grabbed a bowl for herself aswel and sat across from him on the side of the bed.

"So what's your name?" She asked him before eating a spoon full of the warm soup. "I'm Park Chanyoung from the Crows platoon. Nice to meet you." he bowed his head slightly again. "That's probably a thing in the army right?, well my name is L/N Y/N nice to meet you too." I bowed my head as well.

"Now drink up so you don't die of starvation, I didn't put anything weird in it if you're wondering" she smiled slightly. "If I wanted to do anything to you I would have done it already".

Chanyoung then put a spoon full of soup in his mouth tasting it. "Hm, it's good".

A little while later, after having a great conversation with him, you finished the food, so you placed the dishes in the sink. You felt something new inside something you hadn't felt before but couldn't quite place your finger on it.

"Thank you for your care, but I probably should go back I don't want to be a bother for you," Chanyoung said preparing to get up "No no no it's fine, you should take some rest I bet you won't come far like that also then my effort would have been for nothing"

Y/N replied back. As much as she doesn't wanna admit it she enjoyed having his company after all she's been alone for a while.... well since she turned. But what he doesn't know doesn't matter right?.

"Go rest now," the tired girl said, settling at the table. "I'm gonna aswel. "Wait, let me sleep at the table at least, I can't just take your bed like this. That would be rude of me".

"No, it's fine. Really, you need it more than I do, I'm not letting you sleep at the table" she said insisting and resting her head against the wood. "I'm not letting you either" he replied back to her not wanting to make her sleep on there, cause what gentleman would make a girl do that?

"I can take it really" she said not wanting him to sleep uncomfortably at the hard table.

But he couldn't let her "Alright then how about this you don't want me sleeping at the table but you don't want me to either so how about we share this bed? It's two person sized so we can have our own side that we stay on so it's hopefully less uncomfortable" he suggested a small blush tinting his cheeks "And no weird stuff ofcourse if you're worried about that" he added.

Her cheeks also got a little pink tint on them "If you insist then fine" she then clomb onto the bed onto the left side and got under the covers.

Both of them were flustered as they lay there together. "...Goodnight," she says softly, trying to look away. "Goodnight" he said back positioning himself confertably as they both drift of into a deep sleep.

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A/N:

This is my first fic on here, so I hope you liked it. Also, I will be making a 2nd part soon, so I hope you look forward to that. Thank you for reading!

[whataperfectwasteoftime]

The Rift - Chapter One

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x Marcus Acacius x Marcus Pike x f!Reader

Rating: Chapter is T, overall fic is E (18+ only, explicit smut)

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Unrequited crushes, yearning, questionable science

Summary: Two weeks after the Rift appears, Marcus Pike and the Art Crimes team have been inundated by black market artifacts, and Marcus is more than happy to use this as an excuse to get closer to the curator who is helping them identify the items. Meanwhile, the perpetrators enlist a supervillain to cause a blackout around the Rift in order to steal even more. Hopefully that doesn't cause anything bad to happen!

A/N: We're building toward something big! One thing that I am doing in this fic, for my sanity and for yours, is identify the POV character whenever it changes. I don't usually do this, preferring to rely on narrative, but when three of your characters share the same name, this gets complicated.

Masterlist | Prologue | Next Chapter>>

(Pike)

Marcus Pike takes the steps to the National Gallery of Art two at a time. At the top, he catches his reflection in one of the large font windows and pauses to attempt to flatten his windswept hair before dashing through the revolving doors. He flashes a smile–and his badge–at the security guard, who recognizes him and nods. Rather than funnel through the ticketing counter with the rest of the guests, Marcus instead ducks through a door labeled ‘MUSEUM STAFF ONLY,’ hops down the stairs–three at a time, this time–and opens another door to the curation department, making a beeline for the now-familiar office.

“I’ve got another one for you,” he announces breathlessly, forgetting to knock.

The occupant startles, sending a novelty coffee mug full of pens and highlighters scattering across the floor. 

“Marcus,” you hiss, pressing one hand over your pounding heart. “Oh my God, you can’t keep doing that!”

“Sorry,” he grimaces. “I, uh, guess I got a little excited.”

“Two thousand year-old artifacts will do that to a man, I guess.” You take in his heaving chest, askew tie, and mussed hair. “Did you… run here?”

Marcus feels heat flush to his cheeks, and he grins sheepishly. Oh, if only he could say that it’s 

not just the startlingly well-preserved bronze comb now sitting in the evidence locker right next to the carefully cataloged Roman coins, ceramic glazed urn, ceremonial dagger, and a scroll of papyrus, all in pristine condition. No, it’s not just the flood of bizarre artifacts suddenly entering the black market that has Marcus’s heart pumping with excitement.

It’s the far-too-cute-for-her-own-good Museum Curator at the National Gallery of Art that has been indispensable in these cases, identifying and verifying the authenticity of each new artifact recovered by him and his team.

“Like you said, ancient artifacts really get the blood flowing,” Marcus grins, daring to chance a wink in your direction. “I dunno if you can really call them ‘artifacts,’ though. Or even ‘ancient.’ Weird times we’re in, right now.”

His thoughts drift to the Rift again–common knowledge, not just in DC but throughout the entire globe now, still less than a month into its existence. Heavily guarded, of course, and entrance is strictly prohibited. Hell, even loitering in the vicinity of the Rift earned Marcus a stern telling-off that even his FBI credentials couldn’t override. He couldn’t get the sight of it out of his mind, though. It was as though the empty space around the Rift simply… broke. Like the universe as he knew it was, and then suddenly was not in the space of around ten feet wide. He tried to look through the hole, through the bit that ‘was not,’ but it was like looking through warped glass. The air itself bent and swirled, and through it he swore he could hear the sound of hooves on cobblestone, snippets of language he had read his fair share of in graduate school but had never heard spoken aloud.

“So you uh… want me to come take a look?” you ask, sounding almost shy.

“I thought you’d never ask.” 

“I’m not running, though, so don’t even try.”

Marcus laughs joyfully. He can’t seem to stop smiling whenever he’s lucky enough to be in your presence, and of late, that means he’s smiling a lot. 

“Walking sounds perfect,” he agrees. “Plus, that was enough cardio for me for the whole week, I think.”

You grin back, and Marcus wonders if you can feel the electricity that seems to descend whenever the two of you banter, or if it’s only him that’s affected. Sounds about right, he muses ruefully to himself. You old sap. Still, the silence stretches out just a beat too long, and it sends his imagination whirling. Coffee dates, long walks through the city, cozy drinks on his sofa oh shit how do you even ask someone out in the age of Tinder–

“Lead the way, Agent,” you smirk, and Marcus feels himself melt.

You click your tongue thoughtfully as you examine the comb. “Bronze, Imperial, I’m gonna guess somewhere around… 500 BCE?”

Marcus whistles through his teeth, impressed. “How do you know that?” 

You pick up one of the coins. “Numismatics. Anyone with a working knowledge of Roman history can place one of these babies within a few decades or so.” You flip it over, revealing the stark profile of the Emperor. “This was around the height of his rule and he died in 504 BCE. Knowing that, the coins are from around 510-ish, so everything else that comes out of the Rift, well…”

“You think all of it’s from around the same time,” Marcus offers. 

You shrug. “They’re all coming from the same hole in space and time.”

“What I don’t understand,” Marcus mumbles, more to himself than to you, “is how the hell people are getting in and out of the damn thing, it’s so heavily guarded.”

“I’ll say,” you comment wistfully. “They’ve got that whole perimeter set up now, you can’t go within a quarter of a mile. Wish I could see it… I mean, talk about a curator’s dream, right?”

“It’s incredible,” he says softly. 

“Wait. You’ve seen it? How?”

Marcus smiles and holds out his hands, feeling slightly guilty. “Managed to hoodwink a few people with my credentials, but I barely got within eyesight before I was politely asked to leave.”

“By politely, I’m assuming you mean ‘with an assault rifle.’”

“Maybe a little.”

“Okay, now I’m pissed at you. And don’t flash those big brown puppy dog eyes at me,” you snap, right as Marcus begins to do exactly that. “Throwing your FBI Agent weight around, and you couldn’t even bring along your consultant.”

“Oh yeah, because I really wanted to put you at the end of some Heroic bigwig’s assault rifle as well,” Marcus laughs. “It was stupid, I let curiosity get the better of me. What can I say?”

“You can say you’re sorry by buying me a coffee. Not the swill they’ve got here, a proper latte. And while I drink it nice and slow-like, you have to tell me everything.”

Marcus can’t think of a single better way to spend the rest of his afternoon. 

Electricity crackled at his fingertips. Even if the paycheck hadn’t been enough to convince him, the ultimate test of his powers was enough for him to agree to something so petty as theft. For that’s what it was, when you took away all the other factors. The Rift was simply a complication. A variable. 

A challenge. 

Giving things power had always been his strong suit. Taking it away was another thing entirely, like flexing an unfamiliar muscle, or wiggling your ears. His biggest undertaking before now had been to shut down electricity to one wing of a building, but a whole city block?

Intriguing. 

Lurking in the shadows, at a safe distance from any of the Heroics security, the man known only as Voltage flared his nostrils, drawing the electricity back up into his body, and then… he pulled. Extracting the electrons from the world around him, his fingers flexed and strained as the current flowed backward, like forcing a waterfall to run in reverse. All the lights within a four block radius from the Rift–from cars, streetlights, personal flashlights, mobile phones, and screens–cracked and popped ominously before shattering and bathing the entire area in darkness. 

(Pike)

Not two miles away, the fluorescent light above Marcus Pike flickers, the unpleasant sound of electricity causing the hairs to rise on the back of his neck. Pulling a face, he rubs at the sore muscle with one hand, sits back in the uncomfortable metal chairs of the evidence room, and yawns loudly. 

“What I find interesting is that there doesn’t seem to be any residue on any of the items,” his partner remarks, seemingly ignoring the yawn.

“What kind of residue?” Marcus asks, curious.

“I dunno, like… time residue?”

The Agent laughs good-naturedly. “Time residue, huh? What the hell is that?”

“Haven’t you ever seen any SciFi movies?”

Marcus shoots the other Agent a skeptical look. “Last time I checked, this wasn’t a movie.”

“Exactly. So we have no idea what kind of thing we’re dealing with. I mean, come on. Black hole guns? Holes in space-time? And you’re drawing the line at residue?”

Marcus laughs again, shutting his laptop with a sigh. “Jesus, I had no idea how late it had gotten. Let’s take a break and start again in the morning, yeah?”

“D’you think anything else has come out of the Rift?” his partner suddenly asks.

“Other than the artifacts they’re smuggling? Dunno,” Marcus answers. “They’ve got that place locked down pretty tight. I’ve been wondering how the hell they’ve been getting this stuff out of there,” he remarks, repeating what he had said to you earlier that day. 

“If a bunch of coins are able to get out, it’s only a matter of time before… other stuff does, too.”

Marcus pauses, one hand reaching toward the door. The statement troubles him more than he cares to admit.

“Above my pay grade,” he tries to joke, but it doesn’t land. “Those Heroics guys have to have a handle on things.”

[immeasurablesaladagere]

Hi!!! Can we please get a fic of little Wilson regressing for the first time in front of house, but House is absolutely clueless and has no clue what to do with littles 🫶🫶

Here you go :) I feel like House and Wilson both already knew what agere was from med school, but House is completely oblivious to the community part and doesn't get the caregiving thing. House is the "I will make sure this child doesn't die" uncle who doesn't like kids that much lol. He tries.

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Word Count: 1104

Summery: House comes home early to find Wilson regressed. Wilson is surprisingly calm about the whole thing, which is great, because House has no idea what to do with him.

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House let out a long breath and slowly closed the laptop. Wilson sat in front of him with an expectant and slightly nervous look on his face, dressed in solar system pyjamas House had no idea he even owned until today with a fuzzy blue blanket wrapped around his shoulders and a stuffed bear in his lap.

He knew what age regression was. They both did; multiple psych rotations over the course of their careers meant they were bound to encounter it at least once, on top of their textbook education as med students, but he had to hand it to Wilson, even he hadn’t seen this one coming.

Wilson had been weirdly calm about the whole thing when he came back home unexpectedly early from what was supposed to be his date with a very pretty sex worker, because seriously, how do you double-book a hookup? And walked in on Wilson in his pyjama getup and watching a Disney movie. He only froze for a second before grabbing his laptop and pulling up way too many articles for House to read. Some were semi-professional medical websites, and others looked like the concept of the words ‘pastel unicorn’ puked all over them, but all relayed the same general information. Not a fetish, coping mechanism, child-like state of mind, blah blah blah. Nothing he didn’t already know.

Forget the hooker, his night had just become way more interesting. “So,” He began, popping a handful of Vicodin, “Is there a reason… why? Do you have some traumatic past? Actually, you know what? Never mind, if you do have some weird family trauma I don’t really want to hear about it.” But at the same time, maybe he did. “…Do you?”

Wilson shrugged, almost completely unfazed, and his eyes wandered back to the paused movie, The Fox and the Hound, that was apparently much more important than their “conversation”. Wilson had yet to say a single actual word to him.

“And you’re not talking because..?”

Another shrug.

“That’s very helpful, thank you.”

Now that the whole “big reveal” was over, House didn’t really know where to go from there. Sure, it was weird and Wilson was never, ever going to hear the end of it for the rest of his days, but what was he going to do? Tell Wilson that he couldn’t enjoy kids movies in pyjamas on the floor in silence?

Wilson unpaused the movie and turned away from him.

The websites mentioned something about caregivers, one of the only things he hadn’t heard of before, who were supposed to be like parents and kept regressed individuals from sticking their fingers in electrical sockets or eating coins or whatever they did, and made sure they ate and went to bed on time. Did Wilson need that? It definitely wasn’t his first time being regressed and he wasn’t dead yet.

“Well, as long as I don’t have to throw you in the looney-bin for some kind of mental-breakdown. Do I need to do anything, or are you..?” He motioned vaguely at Wilson in what hopefully came across as an are you good if I stop giving a crap? gesture. Wilson nodded. “Cool.”

House made himself comfortable on the couch and picked up the book he was working on from the side table, only glancing up every few pages when whatever was going on in the land of Disney sounded more interesting than reading about a man’s trip in the mines. Wilson seemed content for the most part, though every now and then House caught him staring.

Eventually, around halfway through the movie Wilson got up silently and went to the kitchen, so silently that House didn’t even notice he was gone until he heard the sound of metal clattering around and the fridge being opened. When he went to investigate, he was met with Wilson holding a block of cheese and wielding the biggest knife they owned pointed directly towards himself.

“What are you doing? Put the knife down, put it down!” He said, and Wilson complied by dropping it gracelessly on the counter where it wobbled dangerously close to the edge. House grabbed it before it could take his toes off and batted Wilson away from it.

Wilson innocently held out the block of cheese to him.

“You want this? Fine, then let me do it before you maim yourself.” He snatched the cheese and put it down on a plate, then grabbed an appropriately-sized knife and cut a portion of the cheese into smaller squares. “There. Do you want anything else?”

Apparently the answer was no, because Wilson took the plate of just cheddar cheese and walked right back to his spot on the living room floor.

“You know, a ‘thank-you’ would be nice!” House called after him, putting the cheese back in the fridge. Clearly Wilson wasn’t as self-sufficient as he had thought. But with Wilson’s hunger satiated, he assumed that would be the end of the child-dilemmas for the night.

He was proven wrong just half an hour later as the movie ended, and Wilson began sniffling.

House set down his book and sighed. Oh God. “What’s wrong with you?”

Wilson turned to him, tears already flowing down his cheeks and bottom-lip wobbling, and pointed at the screen. “Puppy…” He whimpered.

Sure enough, the Puppy and the Fox were being forced to go their separate ways, but there was no reason for Wilson to be as upset as he was. “Yes, the puppy and the fox are leaving, it’s very sad.” He deadpanned, “No need to cry about it.”

That only made him more upset, and the quiet sniffling quickly began building into hiccups.

“Jesus Christ. Come here.” 

Wilson got up and dropped into the spot directly beside him on the couch, so close that their legs were touching.

“Why are you sad?”

Wilson sniffed his snot-filled nose loudly. “They’re not friends anymore…”

“That’s the plot of the movie, yep. Sometimes things happen, and you can’t be friends forever. That’s life, kid.” House gave him a consolatory pat on the shoulder, and Wilson took that as an invitation to drop headfirst against him and get his tears and mucus all over his shirt. He grimaced, but telling him to get off wasn’t worth the meltdown it was sure to cause.

So Wilson sat for a few minutes, pressed up against him and occasionally making sad little whining noises. Eventually he pulled away just slightly and mumbled, “Are we gonna be friends forever?”

“Will that make you stop crying?” He asked, and Wilson nodded. He sighed. “Then sure. We’ll be friends forever, Jimmy.”

[pumpkins-journal]

✮ When He Smiles ✮

gn!reader x choso (can be platonic or pre-relationship)

You're curious about how the man could be so expressive, and yet... (Pure fluff n vibes)

inspired by that one panel of embarrassed choso and the thought of him sending dog stickers w a straight face just tickles me

also posting this on mobile bc im impatient so sorry its a bit ugly looking aUGH i might fix it when i get home (update i fixed it a lil)

Choso was an enigma to you. When you talk to him he'd have an aura of indifference about everything around him. He always seemed so… detached. Even with pestering his dear half-brother to call him big brother, the only semblance of excitement he'd show was a slight pitch in tone laced with a firm insistence.

Which is why you'd be caught off guard when you’d start communicating via text. You’d double-take at the cute emojis attached to his messages, the occasional puppy stickers meeting your gaze. 

you: choso is that a dog choso: Yes. Yuji taught me how to send these stickers. Do you like them? you: yea i do! choso: I'm glad. I'll be sure to keep using them then. 😄 choso: He also taught me how emojis work.

It was especially curious when you’d find yourself looking over his shoulder, watching him respond to his little brother in the same manner- emojis, stickers and all- and your eyes would trail up to see that same deadpanned look on his face. Once he returned your gaze, you leaned back, face warm with embarrassment.

“Ah, sorry. Was I too close?” you asked. 

“No, you’re fine.” Choso shook his head before showing his screen. “Yuji was showing me a trailer for a movie he'd like to see. It's supposed to be about the lives of people, their relationship with the creatures in their world and teamwork.” You looked down at the screen, watching a scene of a young boy with a small yellow mouse-like creature.

“I think I may like this one. He reminds me of Yuji.”

You couldn't help but smile at this.

“You really love your brother, huh?”

“I do.” he lowered the phone as the video played. “I love all of my brothers equally and as deeply. As the oldest, it's my duty to protect them and care for them.”

“Hmm.” you mused as you sat next to him while he replied to the messages. You stared out into the fields before you and leaned back, the silence keeping you company.

“Hey, Choso?”

“Hm?”

You tapped your finger against the bench, trying to form the question in your head.

“I've noticed that you don't… really emote much? Not outside of fighting, I mean. Not that that's a bad thing! I was just curious.”

“Hm.”

The silence made you acutely aware of an uncomfortable pit in your stomach, already regretting asking a question that probably drew more attention to how different he was.

Something you already know he struggles with.

“Hey, uh, you don't have to answer–”

“I'm not the best at expressing myself.”

You paused, tilting your head at him in surprise. His face was still focused on the screen.

“Emotions are draining. It takes so much energy to smile, to cry, to laugh. I can feel it all, and I embrace it– it helps me feel the slightest bit human, but it's hard to convey that. I'm aware oftentimes it makes me come across as uncaring, so I'm thankful for learning about emojis and stickers. Hopefully they can get across my feelings better when I talk to others.”

He turned to you, head tilted ever so slightly.

“Sorry if you’ve been uncomfortable all this time.”

“What- no!” You waved a hand. “It’s not a big deal, I was just curious! It kinda makes sense in a way, lots of people are like that.”

“..Are they?” You didn't miss how his eyes widened just a touch at this. You nodded with a smile.

“Yeah, some people can speak their mind, while others struggle. It's just a part of being human, I think. It doesn't make you weird or anything like that! Y'know, Nanami also tends to be straight faced, it adds to his vibe.”

“Yes, but I'm also aware that his 'vibes' make him incompatible outside of sorcery work. He doesn't seem to like to entertain Yuji or the other children when they're having fun, unlike Gojo.”

“What, do you wanna be like Gojo then?”

You watched as his face scrunched up in response, the line across his nose becoming uneven.

“I would rather be exorcised, actually.”

You paused at this before breaking out in a fit of laughter. Choso watched as joyful tears rolled down your cheeks, grin stretching from ear to ear. The mark on his nose settled into a warmer, more bubby form as a gentle smile appeared on his face.

A smile that you caught as you opened your eyes, your heart skipping a beat.

“..Hey, Choso?”

“Mh-hm?”

Your smile softened as well, cheeks tingling from your earlier outburst.

“You have a very handsome smile.”

The male tensed at this, covering his face as he turned away. You grinned at his bashfulness, nudging him slightly.

“Oh, c'mon! Can't take a compliment?” you teased, watching his ears turn a few shades darker. He tried to shoo you away with his free hand, only succeeding in making your playful bullying more insistent.

Expressionless or not, you knew that when Choso felt things, he felt them with everything he had.

That being said, you made sure to treasure the memory of his smile for the rest of your days, a rare treat for you and you only.

[seraphicloves]

𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠

⊱✿⊰ summary: headcanons with each of the turtles and a "borrower" (although i'm making them a fairy yokai so its more relevant to the lore)

⊱✿⊰ warnings: none!

⊱✿⊰ notes: i hope that this still is okay even though they aren't part of the "borrower" species. i'm not too sure how that works. anyway, this is still filled with sfw g/t so hopefully it will be enjoyable!!

𝖗𝖆𝖕𝖍

❀ he thinks you are the cutest, most precious thing to ever stumble across the universe. you are genuinely the most adorable thing ever.

❀ he is incredibly protective over you and is terrified that he might hurt you due to the size difference. raph holds you delicately, keeping you away from leo when he's rambunctious or donnie and his mad scientist behaviors

❀ raph makes you a little bed that sits on his nightstand, since he is too afraid if you sleeping in the same bed as him (if he rolls over, its game over for you).

❀ he thinks the abilities you have as a fairy yokai is so awesome and he will be in awe of any showcase of them. raph is still protective so he won't let you help out much in missions even if you wish too. he just doesn't want you to get hurt!

𝖑𝖊𝖔

❀ the more flamboyant you look the more envious Leo becomes of you. you have cool colored wings? and you have horns? you look so awesome! Leo wants to look like that!

❀ he will tease you about your size. "oh you need help reaching that? Hmm? I couldn't hear you." he is devious and it is quickly apparent once you get to know him

❀ he is on the more reckless side when it comes to your safety but he does care that you are protected. he will keep you safe from villains but sometimes he forgets that your size difference makes you susceptible to a lot more things.

❀ i feel like leo let's you sleep on a pillow on his bed. you can't sleep too close to him because he moves around a lot in his sleep, but you can still sleep on the same bed on him.

𝖉𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖊

❀ he will run experiments on you, sorry not sorry. donnie can't help but find you size and abilities so fascinating, he wants to learn more about you.

❀ donnie tries to help with anything he can, he comes up with tons of helpful gadgets for you tp grab things and whatever else you might need.

❀ he does tease you but not nearly as much as leo. he just thinks its funny to call you nicknames like 'shorty' and 'thumbelina'

❀ donnie def mad you like a mini functional house that stays in his lab. like it is a full house with bathrooms and a kitchen, its super cool.

𝖒𝖎𝖐𝖊𝖞

❀ he will hand make all of your clothes and virtually anything you will own. of course he will take your own style into account so you will be comfortable and cool!

❀ mikey thinks you are the cutest! he is always calling you "babycakes" and "my little sweetie" and anything else.

❀ he also bought a doll house and made it personalized to your taste. he loves seeing you live in your little house all nice and sweet.

❀ mikey is your biggest fan when it comes to your powers. he is the first to hype you up and defend your abilities to other people. he thinks you are the coolest and is always there to make you feel loved.

lori © 2024. please don't copy, modify, or do anything weird with my writing! i like reblogs and comments but please be kind as this was my writing.

[2frosty4you]

Hello!! I'm the one who requested the reader getting hurt in battle haha, hope you don't mind me requesting again! Don't worry I won't be doing this too much lol. This one's probably a bit weird, so I completely understand if you don't wanna do it! I wanted to know if I could request the mercs comforting a teen reader who just got out of an unhealthy relationship? I just got out of a toxic relationship and it'll really make me feel better :,) Please and thank you!!

Mercs comforting teen reader after toxic relationship [Platonic]

| All mercs x GN!Reader Platonic | 749 words | Masterlist | Ask/Request |

Hi again anon! Hopefully you're feeling better now, it sucks horribly you had to go through that kind of relationship but at least you are out of it now <3

TW: Violence, blood n murder; the usual for ghosty's tf2 stuff

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Scout

Big brother scout here is to kick ass for his younger sibling 💪💪💪

But honestly he doesn't know what do to, he offers to beat your ex's head in

Look its the scout way of showing his love, he's trying

Asks spy what to do, he doesn't help so he then goes to engie

He gives you some of his food, that being fried chicken of course

Soldier

"NO ONE HURTS A CADET UNDER THE WATCHFUL EYE OF AN AMERICAN SOLDIER"

He bellows down the hall when he sees you crying, look he cares about you. He just inst that bright

Already knows where your ex lives because he kept a close eye on them, more like stalked him but he's just being a good American dad

Beheads your ex and places it on a spike to use as target practice

Throughout the day he brings raccoons into your room, offers you guns and his American blankets

Pyro

>:(

Covers you in all their plushies and blankets, leaving you covered in soft pink balloonicorns and fluffy blankets

They roast marshmallows for you, and gets engineer to help make hot cocoa

They'll creep out of the base and hunt down your ex for hurting you.

Heavy

Russian man rise up 💪

He cooks you a nice traditional Russian soup

Keeps you on the couch and brings all the food to you, keeps scout far from you in this state

Will read some Russian fairy-tales or novels to you, with the lights dim and you covered in blankets

Gives you a giant bear hug

If he comes across your ex he will knock them out and give their body to medic

Engineer

Texan Father mode activated

The moment he finds you crying he is instantly ushering you to his workshop and offering to cook anything you wish.

He'll let you vent to him, but if you need silence he'll just work on his mechanics while in the room with you.

You are his child, no ifs or buts

and no one hurts his kid

but he'd get spy to give him your ex's address

then would absolutely strip your ex's car for bits and pieces, taking the wheels, engine, battery, steering wheel you name it

He'd bring soldier with him for optimal damage

Demoman

Drunk off his head (as usual)

Offers you his scrumpy

look he doesn't know what to do, like scout but he's trying to show you he cares

If you refuse the scrumpy he'd offer you to sit with him and just be in each others presence.

May or may not rig your ex's house with explosives

Medic

Where do they live, whats their phone number, whats their email, whats their blood type who do they live with and are they healthy?

You tell him any of that and he's instantly found your ex, kidnapped them, and while they're alive he takes all their organs and makes it as painful as possible

When you come for medic for some comfort he'll coo, patting your back while offering you a nice warm drink. draping his (CLEAN) lab coat over your back and letting you stay on his chair.

He's not good with comforting, but will let you vent to him and just stay within the med bay

Probably asks heavy to comfort you after a while

Sniper

Scraggly old man

Like most of the other mercs he has no clue how to comfort you during this time

I mean he lives out in his van and rather live in the bush than in a house

He'd take you out into the bush to get away from society, and keeps watch in-case you are anxious about your ex finding you

if you ex was extremely abusive sniper would kill them with no remorse, but ensure the bullet hits them where it would make their death slow and painful.

Spy

Spy comforting? lol no, sorry

He would pat your shoulder awkwardly

When you leave he's already tracked your ex down (not hard since he'd been keeping tabs on them ever since you two got together)

Blackmails your ex into the ground, forces them to make a video apology, give up their belongings and more. He sends the video and all his collected photos and videos of their abuse to your ex's family.

By family i mean everyone who is merely connected with them

Would throw his card at you, telling you nothing as he lets you go crazy with his money

He thinks retail therapy would help

If you thank him for anything he'd wave you off, saying "he deserved it" and lighting another cigarette.

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[skyward-floored]

Hey Sky, hope one of these seems like a nice distraction (and feel better soon!): (fun version): Berry (or Swamp), like all Links, is supernaturally good at mini-games. Because he's lived in a town (or swamp) without an archery range, guessing game, or anything he doesn't know this until his quest takes him to a larger settlement, where he finds out he simply can't not win at these things. He immediately goes bananas and takes full advantage of his goddess-given ability to win carnival swag.

(fun or angsty depending how you spin it) Swamp link has to go to a desert temple, immediately concludes he does not like the desert, spends a few days looking for a special tunic a la Zora's/Goron's/etc since clearly it's too dry to survive without some kind of protective clothing -- is horrified to discover he might just have to use his regular clothing.

That second one tickled me the most (though I like that first one a bunch too). Tried to go for a bit fun and angsty, though i'm not sure i succeeded. Regardless, long story short: Swamp doesn't like the desert.

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Link stared at the expanse of sand in front of him, nothing but a handful of rock formations breaking up the rolling dunes. Normally he’d be excited to explore an area he’d never visited, but... he could already tell he wouldn’t like it.

When he’d first heard of the desert, he’d assumed he’d just need some sort of new tunic or something to make it comfortable, since that was what he did for most other places he’d come across. But he’d looked everywhere, and asked everyone he could think of, and nobody had heard anything about a tunic that would make the desert more bearable.

A merchant close to the entrance had warned him to bring extra water and keep his face covered, but that was it. Link just couldn’t believe he was supposed to trek through all of that empty sand without any divine tunic protection. What use was being a hero if he didn’t get divine tunic protection?!

Oh well. There was nothing to it.

He needed to go through it, and go through it he would.

Link sighed, and stepped onto the sand, beginning what would hopefully be a short trek through the desert.

...

Several hours later, Link felt like he’d made no progress.

The sun beat down on him mercilessly, harsh and bright, and he could feel sand working its way onto and into every bit of him, shoes and shirt and everything. He’d fought some weird spiky monsters that had poked up through the sand, and some bird things, but while they were annoying, it was nothing compared how dry it was. Link had already drank half of his water, and he still felt drier than he had his whole life, even with the beads of sweat trickling down his brow.

Sand and rocks. An occasional monster. Dry, hot, blistering wind.

Link felt like he was shriveling into a raisin.

He checked the map he’d been given, and groaned, the distance he still had to go much too long. Maybe he needed a quick break. To go with the multiple other quick breaks he’d already taken.

Link plodded towards a rock that stuck up from the sand, casting the tiniest bit of shade on the ground. He slumped next to it, panting like a dog, and drank more of his precious water, wishing he could dunk it over his head. If only there was a pond around here that he could jump in, he’d feel better immediately. Even if it was just something he could dip his head into and get his hair wet.

But no. Nothing but sand stretched out endlessly before him. Sand and rocks. And an occasional scraggly plant that looked more dead than alive.

Stupid sand. Stupid rocks. Stupid dead plants that if they were smart would go live in the swamp instead of here.

Link sighed wearily, and stood back up, stumbling as his vision wobbled. It fixed itself after a moment, the bright sunlight coming back into view, and Link shook his head, trying to shoo away his dizziness.

He really wished he was back home right now.

Link took in a steadying breath, then kept going, kicking up sand as he went. What a crummy place. Who would ever want to live somewhere so dry?

The sand he kicked didn’t answer him, and Link scowled at it, wiping a drop of sweat off his brow.

He kept plodding his way over the dunes, squinting through the sun, trying to follow his map. It must have been outdated though, since Link was supposed to have come across a rock shaped like a lizard by now, and hadn’t seen anything of the sort.

In fact... he wasn’t sure this was a map of this desert at all.

Link moaned, swiping hair out of his face as he scanned the horizon. He saw no landmarks like the one on his map, and he wasn’t even sure which direction he’d come from.

He was lost. Great.

“Can’t you give me a break?!” he yelled up at the sun, but it kept shining on him anyway.

Link grumbled, but he was too hot and dry to be any angrier, and he kept plodding forward, too tired to even kick at the sand anymore. Shouldn’t he at least be close to where he’d been trying to get by now? That merchant had said the temple wasn’t that far.

Course, he’d also been the one that had sold him that map.

Link’s foot caught on something and he fell face-first into the sand, the tiny grains getting even more all over him and sticking to his face. He raised his head and spat out the sand that had gotten in his mouth, wiping shakily at his face.

He was done. Nope. He hated the desert. He was hot and exhausted and so dry he felt like he was going to be sick, he was done.

Link spat out more sand, and tried to swallow away the dry feeling in his throat. He'd been homesick on and off on his journey, but right now... this was the worst he’d felt it. He wanted to go home so badly it hurt. He wanted to take a dip in the water around the village, swim with his family, he wanted to feel rain on his face, he wanted shade and trees and his mother’s fish pie.

But mostly he just... wanted water.

Link clutched at the sand, angrily throwing a handful of it away from him, and shakily sat up, wiping more sweat and sand from his face. He was going to go to the nearest rock formation with some reasonable shade, and take a nap. And then he was going to go back and give that merchant a piece of his mind. He'd figure out what else to do later.

Link looked around, and spotting some rocks in the distance that looked like a good choice, plodded wearily in their direction. His annoyance gave him some strength, and though he nearly tripped multiple times on his trek, he managed to make it without any significant injury or the like.

Feet dragging, Link stumbled over to the shaded side of the outcropping of rocks, blearily taking in the handful of plants poking up around them. He looked around for a good spot to crash, then froze, eyes going wide.

Hidden among the rocks was a small pond.

A pond.

Link stared for all of two seconds, then scrambled forward, nearly tripping in his haste. He leapt straight into the water with a laugh, cool water rushing over his head and giving him instant relief. It was the perfect temperature, and Link stayed under as long as he could hold his breath, practically feeling his energy return.

He surfaced with a small gasp, wiping away the bit of sand that was still stubbornly stuck to him, and paddled over to the edge, drinking some water as he went. It was nothing compared to home, but it was water and relief, and Link couldn't have been happier.

Thank goodness.

Link set his head on a rock, closing his eyes and keeping the rest of himself submerged, smiling at the feel of the water against his skin. The pond didn't entirely fix his problems, but it sure did help with the worst of them. Everything always seemed better when he was in the water.

Link sighed, and sank lower into the pond, sipping a bit more of it and relishing the coolness on his throat. He could go trek around the horrible dry desert again later.

For now... he would take a break.

And then find something better to wear in this horrible place.

[encyclopika]

Animal Crossing Fish - Explained 244

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Today's creature feature is the last invertebrate we will cover for now. Who knows what other exciting and weird inverts AC will include next? Though, if we know anything for sure about AC now, it's that they choose their aquatic collectibles based heavily on their stomachs. Today's friend, the Ornate Spiny Lobster (Panulirus ornatus) (gonna call this guy "OSL" from now on), is one such delicacy, though this one is well taken care of by the people who raise them, fish for them, and rely on them. Let's get into some feel-good fishery news, shall we?

The OSL was available in ACPC for a very short time in September 2023 for the Rock Lobster Goals. The September time frame makes sense when you consider their breeding migration starts in August and they arrive at their spawning grounds in November-ish. So the OSLs in ACPC were just passing through, it seems! The ACPC sprite is pretty impressive and looks just like the real thing. They even got the carapace spots and the red on the antenna. Beautiful work!

"Rock lobster" is another name for spiny lobsters but...they are not true lobsters. You can read up on that here when we covered ACNH's Spiny Lobster, which was the Japanese Spiny Lobster. In a nutshell, spiny lobsters are large crustaceans that lack the claws true lobsters have. Instead, they have very long, bumpy antenna they use to feel around their reef habitats and scrape against their carapace to scare off predators. The OSL is widespread in shallow waters all across the Indo-Pacific, from the Red Sea south to South Africa, all the way to Japan south to Fiji! Their center of biomass (generally meaning where you can find the bulk of the species' population) seems to be around Indonesia. They are also just as valuable and tasty as true lobsters, so they support important fisheries and aquaculture in Indonesia where they are the country's most valuable fishery resource!

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Usually with anything that has to do with food production, we're always 10 steps behind on doing the right thing. Let's not get into the issues with any type of mono-culture farming, in and outside of the facility, land or sea. BUT, the aquaculture for the OSL is actually pretty special. Human and lobster benefit from the farming arrangement in Indonesia. Artificial reefs were set up to attract the "pre-juveniles", or the puerulus stage which is right before they settle to the seafloor, called "seed lobsters". The reefs help juvenile survivorship and people come scoop up some of the seed lobsters to grow them out in aquaculture to then, of course, eat and sell. But this helps to conserve the wild adults so they can keep spawning and making new lobsters! The babies get some comfy homes, too.

It's too bad Indonesia set up laws basically banning this practice. It doesn't make too much of a difference to the lobsters, but it does hurt the people that relied on them for income (though people are fishing for seed lobsters anyway). Hopefully they will or have reversed that!

And there you have it! Fascinating stuff, no?

[unhappy-last-resort]

Wanshi's Report Log

Warning: yandere themes

A/N: another drabble, trying to work out how I want these fuckwads to be written

I got assigned to a scout mission in City 006 to investigate an old research lab. Everything went according to the plan Captain planned out, though he put some emphasis on finishing this quickly... Guess Captain's busy. Hopefully that means I can catch up on my sleep.

Anyway, Me and Camu went on either side of parameters of the lab while Captain and Kamui started investigating inside. Nothing too unusual, other than catching a glimpse of someone scurrying out into the city...they looked pretty similar to that ascendant Roland, the one with the newer frame.

I told Capt about it and he told us to continue investigating the outer areas and keep an eye out for anything else before meeting up in the center of the lab.

We continued investigating and didn't find anything of note, other than some dusty puppets and a makeshift stage in an abandoned apartment. One of the puppets looked like Roland, and the others looked like Alpha, Luna, Lamia and... Uh, I forgot the last one.

I told Captain about the puppets when we met up, though he was acting a little weird. He was smiling to himself and had his hand on his in-ear piece...he's been doing that a lot lately, Kamui even made a joke that Captain must have a partner, but then Capt scolded him about staying focused. Even though it was a joke, he seemed unusually upset about it...

Sorry, this doesn't belong in a mission report. Anyway, we searched through the rest of the lab with only an occasional corrupted impeding our path. We successfully found all of the mission targets and are currently en-route to Babylonia.

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A soft click of my terminal announces the end of my report log. All things considered, this was relatively easy, especially for something that called the entire Strike Hawk squad. A displeased sigh left my lips as I stared idly at the ceiling of the transport craft. I could've been sleeping in the Gray Raven lounge instead of doing this.

I steal a glance at my teammates. Kamui is playing a game he somehow got on his terminal, Camu is sitting farthest from us seemingly thinking about something, and Captain... He's doing it again. Chrome's sitting across from me and staring at something in his private terminal while listening to something on his in-ear piece, whatever he's watching...it's certainly making him happy in a way I've never seen before.

I look at him for a moment longer in apprehension. In the recent past, I wouldn't hesitate to ask him what's going on... but now, there's something drifting between us. Between all of us that no one seems willing to talk about.

I have my suspicions of course. Like how Kamui and Camu seem excessively clingy to the Commandant, excessively so, and how Chrome always seems to be watching the Commandant like a hawk whenever they're in his vision.

I'm in no place to judge though. I can't say with confidence my weekly visits to their room are entirely pure in nature anymore, I'm also finding it harder to be without them. I look down at my hands for a moment and close my eyes, it's not my fault their room is so much more comfortable than anywhere else and how their scent is so relaxing.

I sigh again and cast a glance over my three teammates again, carefully observing their facial expressions and body language. If it wasn't for them keeping me grounded, I don't know where I'd be. Probably killed by some self-righteous Purifying Force member by now. That's why I can't stand that this is happening. Even if the Commandant finally gives themselves to me tomorrow, if I can't live with Strike Hawk by my side, then what's the point? I'd be dead if it wasn't for them, no way am I letting something come between us.

Maybe I'm too greedy, but I can't help it. I want what's mine to stay mine. I can't let go of either of them.

I inhale deeply as a multitude of ideas and potential outcomes race through my M.I.N.D.. "How troublesome." I mutter to myself close my eyes and ready myself for a nap. I'll need the energy for what I have to do later.

[bonzos-number-1-fan]

TMAGP 20 Thoughts: Imagine Joke Here

Another act over and another long few weeks to wait for more. Although I don't really have a lot to say on this one. It's very explicit and I didn't really love it. Also I'm writing this 10 mins before I get into bed so I don't really want to spend a lot of time on it.

Spoilers for episode 20 below the cut.

Everyone is finally being open about the whole obviously fucked up stuff going on. So that's nice to see. Alice being scared for her friends obviously means she's evil. Celia flat out stating the Magnus Institute is probably evil and up to world ending things so needs to be destroyed, and then swiftly brushing off any follow ups, was very fun too. It does all seem a little bit too obvious to me though and does clash somewhat with Lena's idea that the OIAR is about balance. So hopefully it's not a case of "the protags all work for a big evil thing".

I don't have much of anything to say about the incident though. I don't think it gave us much new to go on and I didn't really enjoy it. Most of that is because I think Ink5oul came off as pretty weird and stilted. However, unlike a lot of what I've been seeing said about the performance I don't think it was bad acting. I think it was pretty good acting but without the necessary context to sell that well. I'm fairly sure the reason why they come off that was is because Ink5oul is fronting to try and intimidate Gwen. There is a fairly noticeable change is how they annunciate and stress words as the "statement" goes on. They've very aggressive to start with and it starts to drop as they get more sincere, and then it comes back at the end. It's just that when you don't have that sincere baseline to reference when they're doing a fairly bad attempt at sounding harder than they are, it sort of just comes across as bad acting. Because, well, it is. It's just bad acting from the character not bad acting from the actor. Doesn't mean I thought it was all that great to listen but y'know.

As for that cliff hanger. I'm pretty sure nothing is going to come of it. I think it'll be another fun trauma for Gwen but not anything with lasting damage. The only other thing to really touch on is why Ink5oul spilled their guts like that. It could be a Fr3-d1 thing, or a .JMJ thing, or a combo thing. Or something else entirely. It's not like we've not seen compelled answers before. Hell, it was literally in the trailer for the show. It does seem sort of out of nowhere though and the least organic delivery thus far. So something's going on.

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Incident/CAT#R#DPHW Master Sheet and Terminology Sheet

DPHW Theory: 2534 seems about right. IDK, not much to say on that really.

CAT# Theory: 1 is kind of interesting but I don't know that I want to harp on that any more. I'm convinced it's not Person/Place/Object and think I've done a good job of explaining that. At least not if you take the information at face value and don't assume big portions are wrong. Things like this only further convince me but I'm not sure there is much merit is getting into those things.

R# Theory: AB isn't any crazy for this one really. Seems about on the level of the other AB.

Header talk: Transformation (tattoo) -/- Social Media (influencer). These things are such bullshit. Although there is now no denying that this is either a very modern categorisation system or one that updates. Social media has none of the wiggle room "influencer" had a few episodes back.

[ghostofthemost141]

Serene

Chapter 3

Gif credit to @eurodynamic

Ch.1. Ch.2. Ch.3. Ch.4. Ch.5. Ch.6. Ch.7.

Pairing: Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish xF!Reader

Word Count: 2,615

About: You were on vacation to the beach and you think you're about to die when you're caught in a riptide until an unlikely hero comes to your rescue. Precisely a Scottish man that bores a tail.

!Warnings!: Sexual Harrassment

Italics means Third Person POV

Notes: This chapter is mostly about your home life and backstory but the targeted enemy in this story is a popular character in the series but just cause I make him an enemy doesn't mean I hate the actor who portrays him. He plays the character well and is a great guy. Also, your uncle is another character that is a favorite character of mine in this series, guess who 👀, regardless of what nationality you are. Anyways, hope y'all enjoy it!!

“I'll see you den, Dove.” His words echoed into your mind over and over again. The second you left that beach two days ago, you were craving to see him again even though you just got done seeing him at that moment. And now tonight, you would meet him again at the time he said. You were just praying he would be there. Praying that he kept his promise. Praying that he- 

“Dove!” A booming voice woke me from my daydream. 

I looked up to find my professor peering his eyes at me. 

“Yes, sir?” I sheepishly said, knowing I was busted for daydreaming. 

“Were you paying attention at all?” He asked with disappointment in his tone. 

“No, sir I wasn't.” 

You knew it was best to tell the truth with your professor versus lying to him cause he knew you would be lying just by your body language. Your professor tsked at you, showing his disappointment in you. 

“See me after class.” He demanded. 

“Yes sir.” I answer, feeling my guts drop to my stomach. 

Anything but that. I am not sure what it is about my professor but he has this weird tick to him. He's not necessarily giving ‘pedophile vibes’ but there is definitely something off about him. And no, him being a near red head blonde has nothing to do with it. Guess I'll find out later. 

~

You wanted to find some kind of excuse to not meet with your professor after class. That nerve grew more and more in you the closer the clock ticked to the end of class. Gem and Pixie were not in this class with you so you were basically screwed. You're supposed to meet them after class but you had to race to the shore for only one person. As the final bell rang, you started to rush pack your belongings so you could disappear in the crowd of students. Just as you stood up to leave, your professor was already at the front door, saying goodbye to the students that passed by. You froze in your spot, feeling your heart race. You just did not have a good feeling about all of this. Once the last student left, your professor shut the classroom door, letting it slam loudly. 

“Professor, I need to be going.” 

“Just, just wait a second, Dove.” He said with a chill tone, but for some reason that unnerved me the most. 

Your professor approached you, standing a little too close for comfort. 

“Why weren't you paying attention in my class?” He asked. 

“Just..have a lot going on, sir.” I half lied, trying to maintain eye contact but it was hard when he unnerved me so much. 

“So much that you can't pay attention in my class?” 

“I'm sorry, sir, it won't happen again.” 

You snared your tone to hopefully get your point across but he just chuckled at you, letting you know that he wasn't intimidated by you at all. 

“Professor Graves, I need to be going now.” I snared once again, hoping he'd move out the way. 

“You've certainly matured a lot.” 

“Excuse me?” 

You nearly shouted at him as his eyes were starting to wander in places it shouldn't. You felt gross and disgusted with not only him but yourself. Is this truly how men saw you as a person? For your body? 

“Out of my way.” I growled, shoving my professor to the side with my shoulder and hustling outside. 

You didn't stop running until you made it to your car. You wanted to throw up, knowing that your damn professor saw you in that way. You managed to keep yourself from throwing up by doing deep breathes in and out, while trying to keep yourself from shaking too much. 

“Shit.” I mumbled, trying to pull myself together. 

Besides Johnny, there was only one other man in your life that you could trust. Your uncle that you live with. He was your greatest support system and you loved him deeply. You needed him, his support. You immediately texted Gem and Pixie and told them you were sick and couldn't meet up with them and you were going straight home. You were still going to go see Johnny later but that wasn't until dark had befallen. You had two hours until then. You saw your professor walking out of the campus so you immediately started your car and peeled out of that parking lot immediately, rushing home. The further you were from campus, the calmer your nerves got, even though the event still lingered in your head, making yourself sicker and sicker, both mentally and physically. The lingering nerves even remained when you parked in the driveway of yalls house. 

“Oh Remi ain’t home..” I said, taking notice of the absent car in the driveway. 

She must be doing a class. I took a deep breath in and then out, with my hand resting on my door handle. Before I could even step out, my uncle beat me to it. 

“‘Ello?? Anyone there?!” He called out, flashing his phone flashlight at me. 

I laughed as I stepped out of my car, shutting the door behind me. 

“I’m here!” I announce my presence. 

Once I got closer to the house, my uncle stopped flashing his phone at me, opening the front door for me. I stepped through, as he shut the door behind me. 

“You doing okay today, kiddo?” He asked me. 

“Yeah, Uncle Alejandro.” 

“You sure? I think you’re lying to me, estrella.” Alejandro, or Ale as I like to call him, said, peering his eyes at me. 

“I mean..” 

You paused, not sure how your uncle was going to take this. You knew he was going to be supportive and believe you no matter what but you were worried at how angry he would get about it. 

“Talk to me, estimada.” Uncle Ale reassured me. 

I sighed deeply as I went and sat down on the couch with Ale following me. 

Ale sat down next to me, staring at me with lots of concern. He could read me like a book and know that something was wrong. Very wrong. 

“Um, so, you know my professor? Uh, Graves?” 

Ale’s face immediately churned. Yeah, this is not gonna blow over well. 

“Hmhm.” Ale said, wanting me to go on. 

“Well, he caught me daydreaming in class.” 

“Cariña, we’ve talked about that.” Ale jumped in with. 

“I know, Ale. I’m sorry.” I apologize, feeling guilt that I disappointed him even though I know I didn’t. 

He just wants the best for me. I am his niece after all. 

“Continue.” He said. 

“Well he made me stay after class-” 

“Made you?” 

I felt chills go down my spine, hearing that near growl come from my Uncle’s throat as he said that. Shit. 

“Yeah, he did. And well he was just sorta getting onto me for daydreaming in his class. And then he made a comment.” 

“What kind of comment?” 

I almost don’t want to tell him just by the reaction of saying he made a comment at me. 

“He said: You’ve certainly matured a lot, while looking at my breasts.” I mumbled that last part, hoping he didn’t hear me but he did. 

Your uncle went silent, but he was fighting the urge to find out where this man lived and beat the daylights out of him. Yes it was just a comment, but it was still harassment. Especially since this wasn’t the first time this has happened. Finally, your uncle spoke. 

“I want you to go to the Dean tomorrow and report him.” Ale told me. 

“I-I will.” I said. 

Ale immediately brought me into a hug. You know like those kissing booths they have in movies? Instead of a kissing booth, Ale needs to open up a hugging booth because he gives out the best damn hugs. I hugged back, trying to hold the tears back. 

“You know I say that because I love you right, Dove?” 

“I know.” I croak through my tears, completely overwhelmed with what happened. 

Ale rubbed my back in comfort, letting me cry on his shoulder as I have many times before. 

“You’re going to be alright, Dove. Uncle Ale’s got you. And Remi too.” Ale mentioned his lady. 

I chuckled in response. 

“I know.” I said, pulling away from the hug. 

I wiped the tears away, hearing a car pull up into the driveway. 

“Speak of the Devil.” Ale said, wiggling his eyebrows at me. 

“Stop! You’re so weird.” I exclaimed, playfully hitting him. 

Remi and my uncle have been dating for about two years now and I love her. I consider her to be my Aunt even though they aren’t married. Yet. Remi entered the house and Ale immediately ran up to her, embracing her in his arms. 

“Bienvenido a casa mi amar[Welcome home, my love]” I heard Ale greet her, followed by many kisses. 

It warmed my heart to see my uncle in love and be with someone he loves so much. 

You could only hope that it will be you one day. 

~

“Where are you off to, Dove?” Ale asked me as I grabbed my coat. 

Your heart raced as your Uncle stopped you, with concern filling his eyes. Night has befallen and you knew Johnny would be waiting for you. Your uncle doesn’t even know what happened on your vacation due to Gem and Pixie pushing you to keep it a secret, for you knew your uncle would want to wrap you up in bubble wrap after hearing about it. 

“Just going to the shore, for a walk.” I told him. 

“It’s dark out.” He said. 

“I know, I’ll be okay Ale I promise.” I reassured him. 

I could tell Ale was a bit unsure but he trusts me. 

“Okay, well be back by ten pm okay, estrella?” Ale told me. 

Two hours was plenty for me. 

“Yes, sir. See ya.” I said, walking out the door. 

“See ya.” He said back as I shut the door behind me. 

You hurriedly jogged to your car, jumped into it, started it and pulled out of the driveway within two seconds. You were so excited to see Johnny again. He had you possessed in a weird way. He was always on your mind, especially those dreamy bright blue eyes of his. Little did you know, he felt the same about you. Even when he was with his best buddy Simon in the deep, deep sea, you were on his mind. The way your hair flowed in the wind, and how sparkly your eyes were, had him possessed as well. They are cheesy thoughts sure, but it was truly how he felt about you. Quick as a flash, you were at the New Orleans beach, relieved there was no one else here. You figured there wouldn’t be but you just had to be sure. You wanted Johnny to be your secret. You left your car and started walking along the shore until you got some miles between you and your vehicle. 

“Johnny? Are you there?” I call out to him. 

A big splash from the shore confirmed your answer. You turned to see a beaming smile and bright blue eyes appear on the sand. 

“Hello, Dove.” 

“Hey, Johnny.” I greet him, feeling a deep blush creep onto my face. 

Johnny pulled himself out of the shore and propped himself up against a big sand dune that would block your vision of Johnny. That’s smart, you thought. Johnny patted a spot next to him beckoning for you to sit next to him. You nod as you came and sat next to him, feeling the wet sand hit your pants, causing you to cringe. 

“You alright, lass?” Johnny asked. 

“Yeah, just wet sand.” I said. 

Johnny just beamed his eyes at you, watching every little movement or expression you were making. He was completely infatuated with you, he just wished he could find the right words to say to you. But he could tell you were acting off. Something happened. 

“What’s wrong, Dove?” 

“Oh uh nothing.” I lied. 

I didn’t want to put my bullshit onto Johnny. I am sure he has a lot going on already. 

“I can tell something is amiss. So what’s up?” He asked me again. 

I sighed deeply, seriously debating whether or not to tell him. 

“I just..have been having issues with my professor at school.” 

“How so?” 

“He has been advancing onto me so to speak.” 

Johnny immediately furrowed his eyes, understanding what you said. 

“Bloody wanker..” Johnny mumbled and I had to suppress my giggles from hearing that insult. 

“What class does he teach? And what campus?” Johnny asked. 

“Oh, it’s no big deal Johnny. I’m handling it, I promise.” I reassured him, but I could tell he was pretty angry. 

“He didn’t ‘ouch you did ‘e?” He asked. 

You shook your head in response, seeing Johnny’s face relax a little but still angry. 

“You know I can still turn into a human righ’?” 

“I know Johnny and I appreciate it but I don’t want you to get hurt.” I said, leaning on his shoulder. 

Just from that comment alone, Johnny knew how you truly felt about him. And he was happy. 

“You feel somethin’ for meh, bonnie?” Johnny asked smugly. 

“Maybe.” I returned the same tone. 

Your hand ended up grazing over his tail, feeling the bumpy yet smooth scales. Johnny watched as you did that, knowing you were doing that with good intentions. 

“Your tail is so pretty, Johnny.” I said, seeing the scales shimmer within the moonlight. 

“Not as pretty as you, Dove.” 

You giggled hearing Johnny’s comment, feeling absolutely flustered. 

“Oh stop.” You joke. 

“I mean it though.” 

“Do you though?” You question. 

Johnny gently grabbed your chin and moved your face to were you were looking deep into his blue eyes. 

“I do.” Johnny sincerely said. 

You felt your heart race quicker and quicker the longer you stared into Johnny’s eyes. It was as if he was hypnotizing you with those dreamy eyes of his. You wanted to do something, so badly, but didn’t want to spook Johnny, even though he was worried about spooking you. 

“Can I kiss you?” I ask, immediately cursing at myself  for even asking, but he just smirked in response. 

Without saying anything, Johnny leaned in and connected y’alls lips together, immediately feeling your heart flutter at the action. You shut your eyes and placed your hands on Johnny’s chest, while Johnny wrapped his arms around you, bringing you even closer to him. He pulled away for a second to get some air but immediately connected them back together. You didn’t want this to end, you wanted it to go on for forever. Despite him being underwater 24/7, Johnny’s lips were soft and nowhere near being chapped like you expected them to be. Johnny rubbed your back passionately as you could feel the tension in the air get hotter. You wanted to keep going, go even further knowing he can turn into a human, but you held yourself together. Not yet, soon, but not yet. You pulled away from the kiss first, but remained up close. 

“You enjoy that, Dove?” Johnny asked. 

“No, not at all.” You sarcastically reply back with. 

Johnny chuckled back, loving your style of humor. The two of you embraced in another long kiss and even though the tension was in the air, the two of you held your composure for each other and just kept y’alls lips together, not knowing there was a pair of eyes watching the two of y’all from the far distance. 

TO BE CONTINUED…

[angstyx]

Hi, if possible, i would love a Karl Jacobs or Wilbur Soot imagine (you can decide which one you want to write more) where Karl or Wilbur is reader's brother's best friend.

Oh no, he's cute

CC!Wilbur Soot x Reader

Word Count: 310+ words

Summary: You find out that your brother's best friend is kinda cute... and that you may have a crush on him… oops?

TW: cursing, shouting

Requested?: [Yes] [No]

Masterlist // Rules for Requesting

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"And here's my room! [Name]'s room is across from mine but they usually never come out as far as I know," your brother jokes, right as you open the door to go downstairs.

Your brother and the guy next to him turn to look at you. You're about to turn around and go back inside your room to prevent any social interaction but your brother had other ideas. Damn him.

"Look who finally decided to leave their room. [Name], meet my best friend, Wilbur. Wilbur, meet my sibling, [name]." You internally grown and turn around to face the two. Before you could flip your brother off, his friend flashes you a big, friendly smile and nervously waves at you. "Hey," he says awkwardly. Your heart skips a beat and your eyes widen.

Oh shit, he's cute. Too cute.

Literally, shut up [name]! He's your brother's best friend! Though that doesn't really matt-

You quickly cut off your thoughts and give Wilbur a nervous smile back. "Hey..." Your brother gives you a knowing look but you ignore him. Hopefully, Wilbur doesn't think you look messy in your pjs.

Since when did you care about what your brother's friends think about you [name]? Since the moment you met this one. If someone took a look at your mind at that moment, they would've thought you were weird for arguing with yourself.

Before your brother could say anything more, you quickly turn around and walk back into your room, immediately shutting the door. You flop onto your bed and groan.

Shit, were those butterflies in your stomach? You quickly bring your hands to cup your face. Its warm. No way you like Wilbur when you literally just met him. Like, literally just minutes ago. Though he is kinda cute. Damn it, you were gonna think about this for the rest of the week, weren't you?

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[muldermuse]

helllooooo! hcs on a shy and crushing fox on his beautiful and naive coworker? hopefully in the end she realizes how cute and adorable fox has been pining for her!

ty so much for sending this through!!!

i got this request as well and thought i'd merge the two together kinda 'mulder being all so silly cute and goofy when he’s around the reader because he’s so head over heels for her and scully just has to be matchmaker because she can’t stand mulder messing up all the time and not doing anything to ask the reader out!

i didnt mean for this to be so long i am sorry

ok SO, everyone knows Fox Mulder. His reputation proceeds him and ur colleagues have warned u about him, you have no idea how you haven't met each other yet but when u finally do you're in shock because ?? this is the FBI's most unwanted??? u don't actually know what u expected but it definitely wasn't this broad man with equal parts confidence and dorkiness

so u meet him at the vending machine, ur trying to get a snack and the machine has swallowed ur dollar so you're hitting it like not hard enough to damage it but enough to hopefully dislodge the snack so you can have it and he sees you and comes over like "damaging government property??you're my kind of girl" with this DUMB smile on his face and you're kind of flustered

he tells u theres a certain knack to getting a snack out so he hits the machine at a weird angle and it falls, he looks smug af but all that confidence seems to vanish as soon as you call him ur hero and insist on buying him a coffee to thank him. he's stuttering over his words and tells u he can't right now but if you're around this time tomorrow he'll buy you one

so it starts as a weekly thing and then progresses to a daily thing and it quickly becomes the highlight of both of your days. he's genuinely interested in u and asks questions about your life outside of work. you tell him about your childhood pets, your family, friend issues and basically anything that is non work related that springs to mind. the conversation flows easy and he seems to remember certain things. so when you're complaining about your friend cancelling on you again he's like "didn't she do that last week???!"

he tells u a bit about him and what he does out of work but he just wants to know more about you and u feel comfortable telling him

OK SO maybe one day you're sitting together with lunch and you compliment him on his tie or something, like u tell him it's ur favourite one you've seen him wear

EVER SINCE THAT DAY, he will find something to compliment you on. he's super conscious of coming across like overbearing or needy so he mixes it up. he'll ask u if u got ur nails professionally done because they look so good. he'll say that ur eyeshadow brings out the colour in ur eyes. he'll compliment your bright scrunchie and say that the colour yellow reminds him of u. yellow makes him smile and brightens his day JUST LIKE U

at this point, fox is like ???? HOW ARE YOU NOT REALISING THAT I AM IN TO YOU. he toes the line between thinking that you're completely oblivious to his crush or maybe ur just waaaay too polite and you're waiting for the opportunity to let him down gently

so Mulder has been super busy with a case and u feel bad taking him away from his desk when he's at base so u take a coffee down for him and Scully (who you've met a few times) and he can't thank u enough, he's apologising for not being able to make it over the past few days and u completely understand of course. but Scully is like what on EARTH is going on. who's taken her sarcastic friend and replaced him with this nervous nerris?????

she has never seen Fox Mulder like this, he's being bashful and she can't help noticing the pink tinge to his cheeks every time u compliment him. u dont stay for long but when u go, Fox doesn't make eye contact with Scully and she just sits there smirking like she can feel the HEAT radiating off Fox's red cheeks

Scully knows her partner like the back of her hand and she knows that he likes you and she can't handle the fact that both of you are too naive to notice how the other person feels

She's thinking about this when she bumps into u in the bathroom and the conversation naturally turns to Fox and u make a comment like "well u know what he's like" and Scully is like ACTUALLY no not really bc he's different around u in a way she has not seen. she tells u that she sees the way Fox looks at u and she thinks if u feel the same, u should just go for it bc he is into you

and you feel so much relief like oh my GOD he likes me back, like u said the stupid thing about his tie and u thought he'd been flirting back but u had no idea really

you have no idea if Scully has spoke to him about what she said but the next time u see him you're like "i have to ask you something" and he goes bright RED like yeah same actually...so he goes first and just asks you out and you laugh bc u were about to ask him the exact same thing

pls send me more Fox Mulder headcanons/prompts!!! also feel free to send some Pedro Pascal ones