#just radiates lameness idk

[jellyfishjulie]

Sooooo disillusioned with the D&D aesthetic and worldbuilding style becoming the current default fantasy template, it is (and I cannot stress this enough) lame

[bunnysnuff]

Being in a relationship with Charlie and Nick.

Pairing: Charlie Spring x m!Reader x Nick Nelson.

Triggers: Poly relationships. Mentions of Mental Health. Mentioned of Underage drinking. Mentions of homophobic behaviour. Idk, These are short until I get used to writing :)

Send requests :).

- Keeping the relationship secret, because if it got out at school you all knew the possibility of bullies or just assholes in general bullying you.

- Plus not even nowadays, people still don't understand how this kind of relationship work and they tend to hate them.

- Nick gets you and Charlie to play rugby, even though Charlie claims to be no good at it, he mainly just hangs around with you on the pitch.

- You and Charlie quit the rugby team very quickly.

- But Nick still likes to watch you two dress up in his rugby jerseys, even if it's for some lame excuse.

"Your shirt wasn't even that dirty, Y/N."

"Yes it was. Charlie split coffee all over it."

"No, I didn't. Shut up."

-Tao and the others were slightly confused on the dynamic of your relationship, but knew there was something more than just being 'friends'.

-Lots and lots of hugging. I mean lots. Nick loves doing a threeway hug with You and Charlie and lifting both of you off the ground. Whereas, Charlie loves being sandwiched between You and Nick.

-Helping Charlie when he has a bad day mentally. He loves being able to cuddle you both, while he rants and talks out his emotions. Poor boy needs a lot of reassurance. If he doesn't feel like talking, You and Nick usually bring Nellie over or go on a walk, talking about everything and anything to distract him from his worries.

- "I'm Bi, actually." is something you and Charlie quote to Nick everyday, and it makes him giggle. It's defo an inside joke with the three of you.

-When Nick is busy at his rugby practice, Charlie sometimes reads to you. When he's not, he always trying to kiss you and make out with you.

-Nick would be jealous to see You and Charlie all over eachother after practice. He would chase you and Charlie around until both of you gave him a kiss.

-Even though Nick and Charlie are out as a couple together, they still secretly hold your hand whenever they could. You and Nick almost got caught once by Darcy.

-And Charlie always kissing you in school nearly got you caught too.

-All of you hang around at Nick's house since it's always private there. All three of you either have deep, heartful conversations, or giggle through your sentences. There is no telling. Let's not forget the steamy making out all three of you do when Nick's mum isn't home.

-Nick's room being covered in photos of You and Charlie. He loves taking photos of you two. His lock screen is You and Charlie cuddling during a nap at his house.

-The two sometimes fight to get your attention.

"Char, let me spoon Y/N."

"But I'm spooning him."

"But you said I could ten minutes ago... Char, are you pretending to be asleep?"

-The three of you always travel together. And they're so so over protective of you.

-They're so jealous too, Charlie more so than Nick (Nick is confident enough to know no one will ever be him) but since Charlie is always worried that he's not good enough, expect him to be throwing glares left, right, and centre. Pls hug Charlie.

- Charlie is more opened to PDA (public display of affection), so he's always hugging and kissing You and Nick when he's close. It makes the two boys a bit sad when you're all in public, and they can't hold your hand or anything. They want too so badly, but they don't want you to get harrassed.

-Cuddling is very.. tangled. Charlie loves being spooned, and Nick loves spooning but Charlie moves alot in his sleep. It's like once a week, one of you three is pushed off the bed.

-Also Nick is literally a human radiator, so he's usually in the middle on cold nights.

-Nick is usually the calm one, however, he loves the chaotic energy You and Charlie brings to his life.

-Tao getting suspious when he walked onto the rugby pitch to see You and Charlie holding hands on the bleachers, and the flirty waves you gave Nick.

-Eventually, You three decide to tell Tao and the others. They're all super supportive and it's adorable.

-Especially Darcy (IMO).

-They both love sharing clothes with you. It gets to the point where you're not sure who owns what piece of clothing anymore. They've a little game going on. Whose hoddies do you use the most? Nick or Charlie.

- They are both gentlemen, but they’re competitive about it.

[sewerfight]

what do you even realistically do with victims in the basement. that's what I'm perplexed about. not saying I have those it's just like. idk man if you want to be liked by the people held in your captivity whom you're using for your sadistic pleasure you've either got to be really charming or be very thick skinned. I can't imagine having to wake up at 3am like "okay it's time to gag you now" cause the guy chained to the radiator starts calling you a sick bastard and implying you only want to control him cause you've got a little neurotic dick or you're fundamentally lame and unattractive. that would piss me off. what do you genuinely talk about with a victim in your basement. theyre never gonna willingly fuck with you, bro. is it a "just give it time" thing or.... like what if you NEVER become pals. that's just paying for an enemy to live in your house. Cucked mindset

[beefboyandbabygirl]

if you’re requests are open i saw a tweet abt this couple on a date and when they kissed, his apple watch started beeping bc of an abnormal heart rate and i just couldnt help but think of vernon getting all awkward and red and shy,,,,, like he wants to play it cool in front of you but in reality he’s been pining for nearly a year and is nearly shitting his pants bc he finally got you JWDDKLZDOEKDIDK

this is so cute and hilarious i cant

Heart-b-b-beat

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pairing: vernon x reader

genre: fluff, suggestive, established ish relationship (like its a relatively new relationship okay u get it)

warnings: kissing, implications and thoughts of sex so MDNI!!! (even tho its very subtle idk im just being safe), uhh very detailed descriptions of being in love? plz lmk if theres more this feels strangely short lol

quotes from beefboy: "hes such a LITTLE CUTIEPIE", "maybe i can write vernon i just have to copy ur style" (that one made me proud)

wordcount: 708

I have no fucking idea what to do.

That was what Vernon thought to himself. Every. Single. Day. Every single day since you started dating. 

He was happy, of course. That was the problem. He was so indescribably, extraordinarily, pathetically happy and in love with you that the nerve endings going from his brain to his body had begun to malfunction on a daily basis. The feeling was bittersweet. On one hand he had never felt better in his life, and on the other he was fully panicking because he wanted so bad to show you and tell you how incredible it felt to be yours. 

“Vernon? Vernon.”

He blinked a couple of times before his eyes landed on you. 

God. You. 

His hands were doing something weird, and he was all of the sudden too aware of his posture and did his hair look okay? Did you think he was annoying? Maybe you thought he was thinking perverted thoughts, and it wasn’t like that would be the first time, but you couldn't know that! 

“Yes, sorry. Hi. I'm here."

That was so fucking lame. 

You giggled. “It’s okay. What were you spacing out about?” 

Your grabbed the straw in your drink to take a sip. If you gave him that look while having your lips wrapped around that stupid paper tube for one more second, he was going to pass out. 

“Oh, uh- Uh, nothing.” 

For a moment too long he forgot about looking back at your eyes after having ogled at your lips (beautiful, plump, lipglossed  lips-), so he tried to be casual about it and flick his gaze towards the table behind you, or the waiter passing by. 

Smooth as hell. 

“My eyes are up here, you know.” 

Nevermind.

“Sorry, I was just- Sorry, I swear I'm paying attention now.”

And he was. Oh, how he was paying attention. He was paying attention to your melodious laugh, and the cute way your nose scrunched up, and your hand raising to rest under your chin. Then you made eye contact with him. Deep eye contact. He could’ve sworn nobody had ever looked this deep into his eyes. He felt very naked under your gaze. 

Not that he minded that. 

“You can kiss me, you know?”

The restaurant suddenly felt all swirly and trippy, like the funhouse at an amusement park. He mentally replayed your words in slow motion to be sure he wasn’t just hearing what he wanted to hear. This was what he had needed. A push. A sign. And you had given it to him, so casually like you were asking if he could pass you the salt, and he finally felt like he could function properly. 

“Do you want me to?” 

Yes. That was so confident and hot. 

Your answer was a simple nod, followed by a stern yes, and admittedly your demanding tone was doing things to his body as his lips met yours. If he was happy before, he had no idea what this feeling was. He couldn’t even imagine a word for it existing. It was a buzz flowing all the way from the tips of his toes, to the crown of his head. It was a bright glowing warmth radiating from his heart to the surface of his skin, and your skin was equally bright and beaming and it felt like he was melting into you. The table was spinning, all sounds of clinking glasses and strangers chatting were muted, and it was just you and him. Just you and him, in a little empty, undisclosed pocket in time and space. 

“What was that?”

Apparently his body was still in shut-down mode because he hadn’t felt his Apple Watch vibrating and going off on his wrist in the middle of the best kiss ever. 

‘High Heart Rate

Your heart rate rose to above 120 bpm, while you seemed to be-’

A teasing smile crept up on your face, only centimeters away, as Vernons eyes left the text on the screen. 

“You wanna leave?” 

“What? No I’m fine, my watch was just alerting me-”

“I'm not talking about your watch, babe. I'm asking. Do you wanna leave?” 

Oh.

Oh…

Vernon had never left a chair that fast in his life.

[neverendingford]

.

I burn your skin

bright light

intense

"high energy"

toxic

I am your sunbeam

your painful sunbeam

you are a flower

I am the desert sun

my only company the desert thorns,

life turned hostile to survive my environment.

where is my switch

to turn off the ultraviolet.

there is no sunscreen

you benefit from my heat

but from a safe distance

a lonely sun does not know how to make dusk

dawn comes too slowly

how can I hold in all this heat?

.

[fiberglassandflowers]

Hey idk if there’s some master post about mbts but if there is may I please ask where and if not could I perhaps humbly request a description because it sounds cool as FUCK

omg yayy okay so there's not a masterpost as of now (though there is a google doc in the works that will probably be. very big) BUT i will try to give a brief rundown. underneath a readmore 👍

OK SO. IN SUMMARY

MARY BELL TOWNSHIP: more like mary bell CLOWNSHIT ha ha. heavy surveillance like everywhere (including in peoples homes. how fun). it's also got some like radiation stuff going on. all the residents are a lil radiation poisoned But it's mostly fine. also the town moves and i dont know why.

VANNIE OVERTURE: based on suburbia overture. the mayor who is a vampire. major control freak. sucks shit. like most of the reason mary bell is the way it is. permasmile swag. has killed before. hates when people are weird freaks and is actively passive aggressive if not outright aggressive.

TRIP LETWO: based on 2econd 2ight 2eer. world's silliestguy contrarian and infamous public nuisance. deeply tortured individual but shes dealing with it i guess. physically cant leave mary bell township. he has too much goddamn lore

LYDIE LAPLACE: based on laplace's angel. so lame. just deeply lame. killed a guy and got kicked out of office building heaven (laplace's inc. id give this its own section but it doesnt really matter all that much). i dont ever think about it unfortunately im sorry women.

MINA BYRD: based on i/me/myself. very sweet very nice. ladybugpilled socialanxietycel. doesnt have a whole lot going on but she is nice im glad shes there. im gonna have a significant relationships section of this but im saying that shes roommates with lia here bc its not really significant otherwise

WALTER LEE: based on ...well, better than the alternative. worlds first cis father to be a butch lesbian. probably a girl but she doesnt know that. weird nostalgia issues so bad his wife left him.

DOTTY LEE: ten years old. strange little girl but i dont really think about it a lot. not much else to say about her really.

LIA CRATES: based on outliars and hyppocrates. her name is pronounced like lie-uh cray-tees not lee-ah crayts. i have to clear this up because i realized most people were wrong LMAO. a little mean but not so much when you get to know her.

WARREN LEARY: based on blackboxwarrior. actually the worst therapist you will EVER meet. isnt even licensed. you book a session with her and she only talks about herself the entire time. constantly referencing a dark and contradictory past.

MARSHA TILLIS: based on marsha, thankk you for the dialectics. slightly better therapist! still not that good. has the spirit of an old man despite being in his 40s. will begin to psychoanalyze your behavior upon the first thirty seconds of knowing you.

NORMAN LEE: based on love, me normally. guy trying really really hard to be a regular guy. has a loooot of problems that stem from this. hugest people pleaser the world has ever known. a little bit offputting. has hair symbolism :-)

MORTIMER: based on memento mori. doesn't have a last name. worlds silliest grim reaper death thing. works in the death division for laplace's inc. lived a pretty normal life. then it died :-(. more here

FERN O'DYNAMIC: based on thermodynamic lawyer. hates his bitch wife (who is a praying mantis for. unknown reasons? will elaborate). just has a lot of anger inside him and doesnt know how to deal with it so he takes it out on other people. he kind of sucks but he's a neat character.

MIRANDA WRIGHT: the person being sung about in thermodynamic lawyer. bug wife (i can blame anything on radiation). she wasnt always a bug she just kinda did that idk. there's not much about her but she's an etymologist.

COTARD LETWO: based on cotard's solution. she has so many problems oh my gooood. deeply lonely person. fascinated with the macabre. its like coping mechanism that makes you worse. im insane about her writing a basic description is so difficult fkdjsfhsjd

RAMONA MCLAREN: based on red moon + hand me my shovel (though the latter was included later on bc it fit her). worlds most intelligent and stupid single celled organism. patheticswag. absolutely batshit insane. attempting to solve the end of the world.

KUIPER SUNSHINE: based on dr sunshine is dead. uh. i dont really know much about her to be honest SORRY... its really silly though + haver of prophetic dreams that she is NOT transparent about. fucks with people a lot just for funsies

COLIN THESIER: based on cover this song. girl who used to be in a band but got kicked out bc of friend drama. survivor of a toxic codependent queer friendship. trying to be a better person bc she used to suck pretty bad unfortunately. a bit more here

theres like a couple more characters but none of them are really important enough to give their own sections. debbie letwo is trip and cotards mom, laplace is the head of laplace's inc, maude is walter's ex wife who left him (heres the scoop on that).

OK NOTABLE CHARACTER DYNAMICS TIME:

VANNIE/NORMAN: norman has been pretending to be a normal dude this whole time + vannie totally fell for it. normans stuck in this friendship bc hes too much of a people pleaser to break it off even though vannie actively drains him emotionally. also he feels validated by vannie thinking hes normal. its so awful im so insane about their dynamic

VANNIE/TRIP: THEY HAAAATE EACH OTHER. their entire core beliefs are at odds (guy who thinks everyone should do their best to conform vs. guy who loves being a weird freak and doing fuck all). their dynamic is honestly pretty simple in comparison but theyre so petty and stupid its insane. if you put them alone in the same room one of them isnt coming out

TRIP/NORMAN: theyre gay together. there's a weird lore thing about the way relationships are handled in mary bell but long story short theres paperwork that has to be filled out if you want to be registered for one and trip thinks its really funny for xem and norman to constantly break up so they'll have to fill out the paperwork because it fucks with vannie. theyre also kind of awful and tragic

WALTER/DOTTY: that is a father and his daughter. walters trying his best and hes doing well but nothing would have been better than just moving out of mary bell township to raise his child.

WALTER/NORMAN: they’re brothers 👍 not much else to say there but they’re cool

WALTER/MAUDE: already linked a more in-depth explanation of their deal but ill summarize it here. maude thought living in mary bell township was really bad for a child (and it is) but since walter has issues about idealizing his childhood he was like "whaaat well i was raised here and im fine" and they fought about it and once it became clear walter wasnt changing his mind maude figured shed just spare herself from all of it. so she left 💯

WARREN/MARSHA: what if the two worst therapists ever were queerplatonic and violated hipaa together. also what if one of them [marsha] was helping the other [warren] because they're on the run from the law. would that be crazy or what

FERN/MIRANDA: actually awful. they really want to divorce but trip and norman keep clogging up the paperwork so theyre on a waiting list forever. their relationship was really good at one point but its not anymore :-( more info here

NORMAN/FERN: fern haaates norman because of the previously mentioned paperwork debacle but normans ass cant deal with the thought of anyone disliking him so hes just been really trying to get on his good side to no avail. also theyre coworkers so its more relevant

MORTIMER/TRIP: man how do i even summarize this one. due to lore reasons that you can read about in the link provided in trips session they have a super weird dynamic present day. or at least on trips end, mortimer is just super friendly to them and it wigs her out.

TRIP/COTARD: OUGUIGHJ. AOAUYFGDSFHSJ. tragic sibliiings. man i dont even know if i can go into this. go here and here if you want to learn more about them. jesus

COTARD/COLIN: frienndsss :-] classic extrovert forcing themselves into introverts life trope a little bit. they play music together and its great. mina's also in their little group but the two of them are closer

KUIPER/RAMONA: have been described by my friend as being "nonromantic freak4freak" and this is true. theyre working together on the end of the world stuff. they also rope cotard into it but thats lore i havent talked much about yet. go here and here for more info about them.

that might??????? be it?????? if there's more ill update it but thats the general basics i think. thank you for being interested and hopefully reading i greatly appreciate it :-)

[thelemoncoffee]

i am an absolute sucker for Kokichi being a secrete romantic sap. (and by secrete i mean he's in total denial of his loverboy status)

like don't get me wrong, it takes him a hot minute to start opening up to his lover, but once he does he has these burst of sappy affection that are so insany dorky and heartfelt in their own Kokichi way. and when he's given affection it's just as bad. he tries so hard to keep his fecade up but being shown acts of love just makes him melt so fast it ain't even funny. he claims to be a heartless overlord of evil, but the hearts in his eyes when he spends time with his beloved tell a very different story.

he's the kind of guy who will act like flowers and boxes of chocolate are so lame, then turns around and regularly leaves fake flowers out on his lover's night stand with a peice of candy every morning. he says movie dates are boring then as soon as his beloved mentions there's a movie they wanna see, he's already found the soonest way to watch it and is trying to figure out what food options they have. he's rhe kind of guy who'd go out of his way to assure his beloved is pampered and treated like a king, but insists he's a crule monster who would never put his lover above his royal self.

idk there's just something about Kokichi being weaker to love than he lets on/wants to admit that's so wonderful. it's absolutly done in Kokichi's weird behavior way, and it's such a hard joruney to get to that point with him due to his trust issies- but once you get there it's just so raw and heartfelt you can feel the love radiating off of him. he's in a love-hate relationship with what romantic feelings do to him.

loverboy Kokichi go brr <3

[star-realities]

Update I ended up giving almost everyone I know smart bands so I can collect data more reliably and so the flashes have a better idea of their calorie intake versus expending they can also do stuff like alert to injuries monitor time spent in the sun radiation levels(Btw it’s shockingly easy to configure something to sense the very specific radiation kryptonite emits from long distances maybe that’s how people keep finding it in space???) also can notice things in the air you wouldn’t want to be breathing either that’s just really bad air quality or actual toxins

I didn’t want to leave out the non speedsters though and Tim has probably already either taken his apart or worked it into the rest of his equipment unrelated but Tim’s went off as soon as he got back to Gotham

Interesting thing I learned from that by the way is that at least one kryptonian seems to be mildly allergic to potassium sorbate so I guess if you’re short on kryptonite and you absolutely NEED to…Mildly annoy them with a tingly feeling in their mouth and maybe some hives that cleared up in ten minutes then idk feed him some cheese or smth

I’ll have to offer one to the rest of the super family to see if it’s a kryptonian thing a family allergy or just something Connor specifically has ❤️⚡️

Tim has either taken it apart or it's broken from Gotham's AWFUL AIR QUALITY

i swear it's more fear gas, joker toxin, smog, and pollution than ACTUAL oxygen

Also imagine being a KRYPTONIAN and having a weakness to CHEESE- lame /j

[p-artsypants]

Blurb #6

I'm going to try to share 70 blurbs from my WIPs and unfinished fics to celebrate reaching 70 posted fics! To help with this endeavor, please feel free to send me a word or a fandom you know I write for, and I'll share the blurb. IDK if I'll get 70 prompts, but let's try it! Send as many as you want!

Mabel loved her brother, but sometimes, Dipper could be such a Debbie-downer. Such as right now. Wendy sat at the counter of the shop, reading a magazine, while Mabel braided her hair. Dipper sat in the corner, his nose in the journal, like some sort of hermit. “Dude, don’t you need to like, take a break from reading a little bit?” Soos asked, momentarily pausing in his work on repairing the ceiling light. “Yeah bro bro, you’ve read that thing like eight times now!” Mabel tied off the end of the braid. “At least today.” He slammed the book shut. “Yeah, I know, I’m just…frustrated. I know the answers I’m looking for are in here somewhere.” “Well,” stated Wendy, as she took her muddy boots of the counter. “I’m bored. Mabel’s bored. Soos is working, but I’m sure he’s bored, and you’re bored. So let’s do something.” “W-w-what do you have in mind?” Dipper stuttered. “Let’s go and investigate something!” “Oh no no no. Grunkle Stan doesn’t want us to go out looking for trouble…” Then he muttered. “I may already do that…” “Oh come on!” She stood up and walked over to him, “There has to be something in here that’ll be fun.” “And you never know Dipper!” Mabel chirped. “Maybe well find some Author-y clues on the way.” Dipper sighed. “Alright, fine. Do your damage.” Wendy thumbed through the pages. “Stairs that count different going down then going up. Lame. Waterfall that has a perfect reflection. Boring. Tree made of faces. Creepy, but not interesting. Melonheads—…” “DUDE! Not the Melonheads!” Soos almost fell off his ladder in his panic. Wendy smiled. “I know what we’re doing tonight.” Dipper took the journal back. “This rumor dates back to the 1950’s, when the nuclear reaction on the mountain had an acute meltdown.” He looked at Soos. “There’s a nuclear reactor here? That— That actually explains quite a few things.” He continued to read, “A group of people in the West that were poisoned by the radiation and grew abnormally sized heads. The only way to get to them in through a tunnel under the highway.” Mabel scrunched up her nose. “A group of people with big heads? Sounds like Dipper’s tribe.” The male twin gave her a blank look. “Dudes, I know it doesn't sound that that scary, but this is something you don’t want to mess with.” The three looked in interest, beckoning him to finish his story. Soos sighed, and then stood tall, and then began in his story telling voice. “Twas the summer before I entered high school. My cousin Reggie had just gotten his drivers license. He told me about the Melonheads, and we thought it would be fun to…you know, check it out. There are three levels to the Melonhead challenge. First, is to sit in front of the tunnel for five minutes in your car. Second is to drive into the tunnel, lights on, keys on top of the roof and last ten minutes. We didn’t even make it to five before we heard chainsaws.” He shivered. “I didn’t sleep for a month after that.” “What’s level three?” Asked Dipper. “Oh dude, you don’t want to know!” “Level three! Level three! Level three!” The trio shouted. “You have to drive through the valley…but rumor is, if you go in the tunnel…you don’t come back out…” “Oooooo…” “I’m in.” Wendy declared. “I’m in, like jelly in a doughnut!” “And I suppose I’m in too.” Dipper declared. “The guys will totally flip over this, it’s going to be awesome!” Wendy already had her phone out and was texting her friends. “Now, we just need a driver that knows where the tunnel is.” Dipper stated, looking at Soos. “No way dude, there is no way you’re talking me into this. — “I can’t believe you talked me into this.” Soos frowned, cleaning out the back of his truck.

[fuqqet]

Hey!! ^w^ Thanks for the image, and also double thanks for your interest in St. Agatha!! is it something you've played, or something you want to?

I am so normal about St Agatha I promise

So I’m way too autistic to just list everything ever so I’ll try to answer what’s directly in the ask then add a couple other things.

-I’ve been playing since around June

-I have been trying to see all the different routes and locations so far

-my favorites have been Norman, Denver, and Ian

-I hate Denver as a person but I really want to see how the routes go further with him, I think he’s really interesting as both a character and in the overall story

-as someone from Missouri who grew up in a small town then moved to St Louis, the storyline about the toxic waste/dirty water/dead horses was very close to what happened irl, even down to the cover ups. Tbh it was a bit of a jumpscare since that’s the first time I’ve seen any of that discussed outside of a few irl conversations

-I really like the art. At first I thought it was kinda lame but it conveys a certain feeling and the way you draw outside of the game just radiates a certain emotion. I can’t really explain but I think the purposeful simplicity really elevated the way it expresses itself, if that makes sense?

-the game so far reminds me of late 00s’ early 2010s’ alt music, like metric or the killers which is so specific and idk why that’s what comes up but it’s perfect and fitting

-I do think some of the characters end up looking really similar due to the art though

-admittedly I’m someone who likes slice of life games with looser storylines, and I like character interaction more than anything else in a sim game, so I’m definitely looking forward to any future updates

Anyway, that’s about all I can say before completely devolving into a full infodump lol

[wrathoftherandom]

You can pry these sunglasses from my cold, dead hands.

[floraflow]

The Best Laid Plans...

I’m feeling really conflicted about everything right now. On one hand, Ana and I’s plan worked (!), but on the other hand, the night did not go as expected...

I’ll start from the beginning.

I could barely sleep Thursday night, I was so excited for Friday’s festivities. I was jittering all day and couldn’t stop myself from smiling, kids at school probably thought I looked like a clown. In guitar, I tried to play it cool lol. James and I didn’t sit next to each other and I avoided looking at him all class. I was afraid if I did, I would burst. But he managed to snag me again after class (my heart did skip a beat, they way it always does around him) and he asked me if I was sure he should pick me up at the old barn. He said it didn’t seem safe. I told him it was fine (but I was internally screaming at how cute his concerned face looked). He was like “idk...” so, regrettably, I was forced to tell him about the barrenness of my social life, i.e. how I was planning on sneaking out because my mom would never let me go to a party, much less with a BOY. He cautiously agreed, which was pretty sweet. I was worried he would think I was a loser, but he really just seemed genuinely worried about me.

Work felt excruciating. I bolted straight to Ana’s as soon as my shift ended. I had to sacrifice some textbooks to make room in my backpack for some clothing options for the party. Ana thought I should wear black, cuz black is a mysterious and alluring color, but I reminded her that this was a PREPPY party and she was like “ok so what do preps wear?” and I realized I didn’t really even know since everyone wears uniforms at school. Ana rolled her eyes and was like, “are you really gonna dress up all disney channel to make some lame rich kids like you?” and I was like “touche” lol.

Ana INSISTED on the black so I wore one of my lacy black camis and Ana leant me her black skinny jeans. I also put on a slew of rosaries (including my favorite one, which had black beads), Madonna-style. Ana said I kinda look like Aly and AJ from the “Potential Breakup Song” music video, which I guess qualifies as disney channel sorta xD

Ana and I don’t really wear makeup (besides Baby Lips lip balm) so she snuck some from her mom to put on me. Just some shimmery gold eyeshadow, mascara, and lipgloss. The lip gloss was called Juicy Tubes and it smelled DELICIOUS. Ana said that lip gloss makes guys unconsciously look at your mouth because the shininess draws more attention to them. I was like “how would you even know that???” and she was like “I READ IT IN SEVENTEEN, SUE ME” hahahahaha

(God sorry am I boring you? Wait. Who am I even apologizing too?? LMAO xD)

Anyway, at 7:45-ish, I stole out Ana’s bedroom window into the night! I felt that same rush I felt when Ana and I went on our nighttime bog excursion, it was exhilarating.

I had my scuffed-up, old tennies on for the walk to the Tempers’ barn (it’s technically closer to my house than to Ana’s, the Tempers are basically my next-door neighbors--I’ll get into that in a bit). I spotted two red tail lights radiating in the dark, casting an eerie red glow into the woods by the road. I clicked off the lil’ flashlight I brought and hurried to the car--a midnight black pick-up truck--with excitement, until I realized that I wanted to act cool so I slowed down a lil’ bit (as though he could even see me at this hour lol).

I peered into the passenger window, suddenly struck with the fact that I didn’t even know if this was actually James or not. But the mystery man flicked on the inside light, which promptly illuminated James’ angel face. (´∀｀)♡ He smiled earnestly then fumbled to unlock the car door, which was VERY endearing. I climbed inside and he said, “Hey,” to which I responded, “Hey” in kind.

I’m afraid to report that those were about the only words we spoke to one another during that car ride. I was too occupied trying not to nervously glance at James constantly (and failing miserably). I think I could tell he was nervous too !! His eyes seemed glued in front of him, his body rigid, except for his Adam’s apple, which was bobbing noticeably.

When I wasn’t doing my nervous glancing, I too was staring straight ahead, suddenly very aware of the sound of my winter coat squishing against my seat. Speaking of winter coat, James wasn’t wearing one. Instead, he wore a slightly oversized black leather jacket. Obviously it was genuine leather and in good condition, like he takes care of it. Again, I nobly attempted not to swoon.  ₍՞◌′ᵕ‵ू◌₎♡

Morrissey drifted from the stereo, bathing our awkward silence in his droopy, lilting timbre. Thank GOD for music.

You could tell when we passed the threshold into Nettlebrook proper, where the dirt roads turn to cobblestoned streets, alit by antique gaslights. We wound our way up the hill overlooking main street (and the bog) and the further up we went, the more extravagant the houses became. I mean, these were mansions! Like OLD MONEY, frickin’ VICTORIAN mansions, the largest of which loomed over us, at the very top of the hill. It was more of an estate, enclosed by a tall gate--I assume this is where the Mayor lives. His home was flanked by two other majestic mansions, but I wasn’t sure to whom they belonged.

James must have noticed my eyes bugging out of my skull, because he laughed softly and asked if I’d ever been on the hill before. I shook my head no, but then remembered that I actually had, when I was really young. I told him, “my mom took me for a walk around town, but when we started going up the hill, a police officer told us to go back, because it was private property.”

“That’s really stupid,” James said, looking genuinely disappointed. “Well, we’re here.”

Christa’s house was also a mansion, though it looked newer than the stately Victorian ones. Before we left the car, I remembered to change my shoes. I took off my old tennies and slipped into the black ballet flats I had brought with me. James opened the car door for me and even helped me out by holding my hand (such a gentleman!!) and I again felt the need to burst.

Now... at the party is where things go wonky. 

To be continued.......

[nowujustlooklikeanyone]

a very off topic Song of Achilles review/literally a rant that not a soul asked for and is literally one big fat fucking spoiler

from my notes app

ok

i’m not even finished yet but i know what happens because it’s based on the greek myth but omfg i keep crying because the happy moments are sad and the sad moments make me hate real life ugh gods sake i can’t deal with it

also my context with reading pjo since third year means im so familiar with the mythology so i even know the side characters and it’s making me even sadder and sadder its like ah i just want to go back to reading magnus chase for a forth time and chill and laugh but then i get sad like oh shit those guys have had so much loss too, my poor babies, i’m miserable, i’m going to go cry, but THEN i read a solangelo fic and i’m like THANK FUCK and there’s a new book coming and rick probably hopefully can’t kill them off (ask me for an explaination why i think this if you are interested) bc i would kill HIM. literally so excited for the book i love Mark Oshiro(the person the solangelo book is in collaboration with) ahhh okay i think i’m fine now WAIT NO BECAUSE NICO DI ANGELO HAD THE SADDEST BACKSTORY OF THEM ALL I LOVE HIM SO MUCH IM SO SAD I MISS BIANCA at least he got some good things in the end thank fuck for will solace they are my otp solangelo is the best ship AND best ship name besides fierrochase. like ever. i don’t think i will ever love any other characters more than them they’re the best characters in all of literature. okay i think i’m fine now BUT NO BECAUSE THEN JASON GRACE DIES LIKE WHAT? FUCK MY LIFE POOR NICO OH AND PIPER DONT GET ME STARTED HER RELATIONSHIP WAS BASED ON A LIE PLACED IN HER HEAD BY A GODDESS AND HE DIDNT HAVE THE MEMORIES BUT SHE DID FOR THE REST OF HER LIFE IT FELT REAL FOR HER SHE CANT JUST GET RID OF THEM SO THEY BREAK UP BECAUSE ITS TOO HARD WHICH IS A GOOD DECISION BUT OH AND THEN JASON DIES? THAT IS THE MOST AWFUL DISGUSTING THING I AM SOBBING AND BARFING ALL OVER THE PLACE ugh and leo is the most precious thing i kin him and i did before i even knew what kinning was when i first read about him in year 5 (i think it was year 5) or maybe i’m just in love with him it’s one of the two, when i was younger he was my favourite character but now it’s like all of them. calypso is perfect for him kinda? like i don’t know when you read it it makes so much sense and you can practically feel his happiness radiating of the page and it made sense like story wise it fit in very very well so i love that… however when i think about caleo vs solangelo and fierrochase… eh. it’s just #lame i can’t explain! even frazel is cuter than caleo because omg they are just COMPLETELY PERFECT i never realised but i have a crush on hazel AND frank… not that that means that much because i have a crush on every single character but i think i love them most? theyre sort of the most memorable because i loved them as soon as i got to know them in the second heroes of olympus book idk i feel a different way about them hm🤨 okay i’m done. i think i’m done. this wasn’t even about song of achilles really HOLY FUCK NO NOW IM THINKING ABOUT PATROCLUS AGAIN NOPE IM SAD I CANT DO THIS. i was actually crying before more than i have in weeks like it was a build up of things in my life,!but mainly when achilles said “i have traded love for glory, and it cost his life. to any god who is listening, end my suffering.”

god. this is fucking embarrassing and unreadable

NEWSFLASH i’m still too scared to finish it and i am finishing every happy book i can find before this jesus christ this book it going to wreck me and today as already been emotional😫

ok a few weeks later and am i insane? girl? i wrote so much anyway i’m still reading other things and i don’t in any way want to finish song of achilles atm so we’ll see i guess!

[keravnous]

I’ve noticed that Edwards likes telescopes. There’s one on the rooftop above his office at Sgail and one can be seen in his meeting room where he logs in to talk to the Partners. It might just be put there by IOI to hammer home the idea that Providence is all-seeing but I have two different ideas: one SFW and one NSFW. I’ll put the NSFW in a separate ask cause idk if you'll be into it and this is already a long post lol.

The SFW idea is that he enjoys stargazing. I think it kind of suits him given how purposeful he is. Always looking up, always striving for more. When the poor, overworked guy needs to recharge during the Ark Society event, he heads up to the tower roof to relax and have some alone time. He treats himself to a little slice of cheesecake and wine (you can see it on the table in the game) while peering up at his favorite constellations. Marveling at how clear they are without all the light pollution you’d get in the city.

Or maybe he brings a Herald that he admires to the event. They eat, drink, and swap eavesdropped information over faint music from the courtyard. The effigy glows a warm, flickering orange in the distance. The waves surround the tower with the pleasant scent of sea water.

He shyly motions to the telescope and the Herald accepts when he invites them to have a look through it. Edward’s eyes light up as he points out different stars. Ever so gently, he places his hand on their back, ready to quickly retrieve it should they recoil. But they don’t, much to his relief. While they peek through the scope, he leans in and regales them with the stories behind the constellations' names. Orion and the scorpion, Perseus and Andromeda… His voice is so soft in their ear and his body so warm against them in the cool night. It’s a completely different side to him. One the Herald grows very fond of.

this 🥺

I am not too sure if I can fulfill the nsfw request, but I tried to give this one here a little nsfw undertone

the mentioned song: youtube / spotify

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This wasn't your first time attending the annual Ark Society gathering at the Isle of Sgail but it sure was your first time making your way, let alone entering, the Constant's tower.

Miss Vidal had handed you a dossier earlier that night and requested that you'd bring it to the Constant yourself, being one of her most trusted associates. You heard your heartbeat hammer in your skull, it made your whole body vibrate with both, excitement and anxiety, as you gave a sharp knock to the massive wooden doors. The guards had immediately recognized your Providence pin and had let you past with no further questions, given the file savely tucked away under your arm.

Slowly, and your nearly expected the hinges to shriek, the door opened and you came face to face with an old man, white hair and - that, that was clearly not Mister Edwards. You were glad that the mask covered at least half of your face, your brows furrowing in both confusion and slight amusement.

"Yes, Miss/Mister?", he sharply clicked his heels and looked at you, an unreadable gaze locking with your eyes. A cold shiver ran down your spine. He seemed like a butler, and maybe he really was, but there was something in his eyes that seemed to pierce right through your carefully built facade, that screamed killer to you.

"Good evening, Sir", you smiled your most charismatic smile, "My name is y/n, Miss Vidal has sent me."

"Ah yes of course, we have been informed. Please, do come in", he took a step backwards and opened the door completely. The air inside was warm and your anxiety was immediately calmed by the dark and cozy interior as you entered the tower. So, this was it, huh? This was his place, the place of the most powerful man on earth. You had expected something a little more ... modern, maybe? More Bond villain-ish, sharp edges and light colours but this looked at lot more like the set of a period drama.

"Mister Edwards is already expecting you. This way, please", the butler lead you towards the staircase and stretched out his arm invitingly. You took a deep breath and muttered a quiet Thank you, Sir underneath your breath, slowly ascending the stairs. You heard music and someone humming along with the tune. The soft barritone sent a shiver down your spine, much more pleasant than the one minutes earlier, right down your stomach, leaving a warm and fuzzing feeling. His voice was beautiful. You rarely heard him speak and it was hard to make out the warmth of his voice in his whispering tone but now it was clearer and louded and it wrapped around your head, your whole body, like a warm blanket. You took you first steps across the perfectly polished floor and peaked around the corner.

He was lanky and tall, even more visible now with his jacket off, the crisp white shirtsleeves rolled up to his elbows. You had never seen him that casually and he also seemed rather relaxed as well, seemingly focussed on a telescope that stood near one of the massive, opened windows of his office.

You stood there, unsure wether to interrupt him or not, he was the Constant after all. With all the rumours that surrounded him and powered the slight dusk of myths and speculations that wafted around him you had totally forgotten that he was human after all.

It was a rather endearing sight, really. It made your stomach twist a little, spread warmth through your abdomen as he kept on making adjustments to the telescope and quietly humming along with the tune.

You did not have any track of the time that passed, while you stood there still and unmoving, the file still under your arm, watching him watching the clear night sky, before his warm voice suddendly left the lyrics, was replaced by an equally warm chuckle.

"I find the stars to be much more interesting to watch than the gazer himself, if I may be that direct."

Your heart dropped. Fuck, you fucked up. You prepared yourself for him to throw a fit, threaten you or just having you shot by his creepy-not so innocent-looking butler right on the spot.

"I- uh, Sir, I am very sorry - I just, it's- I'm-", well, wasn't that just very professional of you.

Arthur turned around to you, his expression surprisingly open and friendly, his lips curled up in a slight smile.

"The file I assume, yes?"

"Yes, right here", you took a few steps forward and he met you halfway, wrapping his delicate fingers around the slim folder.

"Thank you very much", he held your gaze for a few seconds longer and then nodded towards the little coffee table, "A glas of wine, maybe?"

You felt your brain errupting in a high frequency static noise.

"What?"

He chuckled again, a deep and low sound, a little amused and a little snobby that did things to your groin.

"Wine. A red one", he turned around to the table and eyed the bottle, "Argentinian, I believe, one of Yates'."

You swallowed. This was certainly not happening. He turned around to you once more. "So?"

Fuck it. "Yes, please."

The following hour then passed by like a cold breeze on a warm summer day and you found yourself really enjoying his company, his witty and dry humour, the way he listened to you and gave well reflected and soft spoken replies.

"Am I still right about my very early assumption that you have never watched the stars before?", he tilted his head a little.

"No, not really. Not like this", you gestured towards the telescope.

"Would you like to try?", he recognized your hesitation and got up, offering you his hand, "I am convinced you will very much enjoy it."

Carefully, like a deer in the headlights, you took his hand and got up, while he led you towards the opened window as Arthur took a scrutinizing look through the telescope and gestured you closer. You leaned down a little and looked through the objective and your breath hitched.

The stars were so close and so bright and it was nothing like taking a lamely look towards the sky on a night out in the busy streets of London. It was fascinating. A surprised laugh left your lips and you heard him chuckle again behind you. He was much closer than you expected him to be.

"Surprised, hm?", he hummed.

"Well, yes. It's - They're beautiful."

"It must be Cassiopeia you're looking at, that constellation is the most present during these months."

He guided you across the night sky, leaning over your shoulder and adjusting the telescope or leaning in close to explain the constellations and their names to you. It left your head spinning and heart thrumming in your chest and you felt like you could've dropped dead the second that he put his hand on the small of your back, right underneath the dark blue robe you were wearing over your formal wear.

You felt the warmth of his fingers radiating through the thin layer of clothing and a sigh escaped your lips. Your cheeks immediately heated up with crimson red but he continued to rub soft, soothing circles over your back. "This one right here is Orion, sometimes believed to affect certain sign's love life."

"Is that so?", you had huffed out while feeling him pressing against you, his warm breath that smells faintly of expensive red wine and cigarettes grazed your cheek.

"Well, I like to believe that society evolved from that. You know, that we start to rely on more reliable sources."

"Such as?"

"Increase in body temperature", his hand sneaked forward, placed itself on your stomach and pressed your body flush against his, "Fast heartbeat -"

He came closer, you could feel the tip of his nose against the nape of your neck. You shouldn't. He was technically not only your boss, but also so much more, so much more important to the world's fate than you were. But he felt good against you and his quiet barritone sent shivers down your spine.

"Loss of words."

"Is that so?", you heard yourself whisper, a sharp, needy and rather unknow edge to your own voice.

You felt his lips grazing over your neck and how they softly turned into a slight smile.

"Sometimes, yes", you felt how he slowly detached his body from yours and you suddendly felt how cold the room had gotten, given the opened window and rather cold autumn night, "Another glas of wine, maybe?"

Who were you to even think of declining such an offer?

[jalapeno-princess]

More Than Friends

(I was gonna say he looks so good in here but who am I kidding, he always looks so fucking good)

Mark Tuan X Reader

Genre: Angst (but mainly fluff I can’t write angst to save my life)

Word Count: 5K

Summary: You and Mark have a very interesting relationship. The two of you are not exactly dating, but you’re not just friends either. Because of who he is, he isn’t able to take things further in your relationship no matter how badly he wants to. However, something causes him to feel the need to put a label on what exactly is going on between you both.

A/N: (It’s kind of repetitive lol idk how I feel about this story) This was requested by another one of my favorite followers on here @safetypineapples Thank you for all your love and support with my stories and I love reading all of yours! I hope you enjoy this one! Based on the song “At my weakest” by James Arthur.

It's a long night and a big crowd Under these lights looking 'round for you Yeah, I'm steppin' outside under moonlight To get my head right, lookin' out for you, yeah

Could it be your eyes Didn't know that I've been Waitin', waitin' for you When your by my side, everything's alright Crazy, I'm crazy for youOh, here I go, down that road Again and again the fool rushin' in But I can't help when I feel some kind of way Do you feel the same? 'Cause And I fall, I fall for you You caught me at my weakest And I fall for you

“Pick up—fuck—please pick up.” 

Mark was pacing back and forth in the hallway; he must’ve looked like a crazy person to all the staff and security guards at the event, but he didn’t care. He wasn’t too sure why it was happening, especially because he was right about to go on stage, but he was currently going through a panic attack. Just a couple of minutes ago, he was sitting in the dressing room with Yugyeom and Jinyoung, waiting for the rest of the guys to finish getting their makeup and hair done. He was playing a couple of games on his phone when he decided to scroll on Instagram and Twitter for a little while when he stumbled across of a few negative posts that crawled under his skin. 

Being a KPOP idol had its perks; he got to do what he loved, making music, writing songs, touring and traveling around the world, meeting new people and learning of their cultures and getting to perform on stage in front of thousands of their fans alongside his six best friends. Unfortunately, pros also came with cons. With the large amount of love he received all around the world, he also got a lot of unnecessary hate. He never understood what he did to be hated so much. 

Mark was a very kind-hearted, soft-spoken, generous, humble and hardworking person. Sure, he might not have been the best rapper in KPOP, but he gave his all in each and every one of his performances, practices, recording sessions and even when it didn’t have to do with the music; whether it was modeling or being on a reality tv show, he made sure to try his best in order to please everyone he was around. That’s all Mark really wanted to do, but it just wasn’t enough for some people. To the people who weren’t fans of him, if he was too generous, they would consider it as him showing off his wealth and social status. 

There were so many different organizations Mark would donate to and speak up for to show his support but so many antis would claim he was doing it just to look good to the public. However, once he went silent to stop all the loathing and hatred, people called him stingy and claimed he didn’t care about others. These days, it seemed as if Mark was the main target for hate within their group and that says a lot seeing as how Got7 were constantly hated on and ridiculed on a daily basis for no reason at all. Whenever something like this happened, his members would constantly tell him to stay away from social media and told him that all the negative people were just jealous of what an amazing person he was. 

Normally he would do quite the good job with ignoring the hate, and the rumors that were made up about him that made no actual sense at all; but for some reason there was one comment about how Got7 would be much better off without Mark in the group because apparently “Mark doesn’t do anything to really help the groups success in any way.” Or so the comment read. He tried his best to ignore it and he wanted to find something to take his mind off of the comment, but he couldn’t. 

Not even the funny video Yugyeom showed him could prevent him from overthinking and he really didn’t want to show that he was bothered to the other members. As much as he loved them like family, the last thing he wanted to hear was to ignore the hate which is what they always told him. One can only ignore something so much until it actually eats away at them to the point where they feel like screaming and since Mark wasn’t in a place where he could verbally or physically let out his frustrations, he excused himself from the room and walked throughout the arena looking for a quiet and empty place to call the only person he knew that could calm him down. 

The only person whose been on his mind and clouding up his thoughts for the last two months since the tour started. Mark considered every single member of Got7 to be his best friend; from day one the seven of them have been through so much together. So many ups and downs, so many trials and tribulations that only made them stronger as individuals and a whole group. Each member had their own way of cheering Mark up; whether it was Jackson making silly jokes, Jinyoung reciting lines from a show he was acting in, Youngjae bringing coco over for Mark to play with her or BamBam buying him a bunch of luxurious items because in his words “a little Gucci never hurt nobody.” 

However, the only person who could really get Mark out of the deepest funk was you. You, in more or less words were the only other best friend Mark had apart from his members. He told you every single secret, worry, doubt and insecurity he had because he trusted you with his entire being. On the fateful day the two of you met over a year and a half ago, Mark knew you were going to be someone special in his life and that was an understatement. If he was being honest, you were his entire life; Mark never believed in soulmates before meeting you. 

The idea of two people out of the billions of people in the world being destined together was so cliche and he didn’t understand why so many people would claim they met their soulmate. As the days went by and he spent more and more time with you, Mark realized that he got more than he bargained for when he became friends with you and that’s when he knew he was in trouble. Your relationship with Mark was hard to explain; for the first few months, you found confidants in one another. He was your escape from reality just as much as you were his. When your education and work got too much for you to handle, Mark would do whatever he could in his power to get you to focus on better things. Further down the line of being friends, it then blossomed in to something more. Even when Mark was still getting to know you, he found himself developing a little crush on you, but it was inevitable. 

You had a beauty that Mark couldn’t even put in to words to describe. He may have been surrounded with so many beautiful idols, actresses and models on a weekly basis, but there was just something; actually many things about you that stood out from everyone else. Mark was sure he’d be able to spot you in a crowded room because his eyes were always looking for you and because you just radiated such a positive and spirit lifting energy that was so contagious. He always wanted to be around you. Around four months in to your friendship, Mark confesses his feelings for you, but he knew he couldn’t act on them. Dating was taboo in the KPOP industry and most idols who were in relationships did their best in hiding it. 

There was nothing Mark wanted more than to be the lucky guy you called yours, but it was selfish of him to want to take things further with you knowing that he’d be holding you back from so many things. And it wasn’t like the two of you could have a normal relationship. He wouldn’t get to take you on all these cute dates he was sure you wanted to go on, he wouldn’t get to post about you nor would you be allowed to post anything about him, he couldn’t hold hands, hug you, hold you and kiss you unless it was behind closed doors. 

He wouldn’t be able to give you the love and attention you deserved and never failed to show him every single day and that’s what bothered him the most. You were so close, yet so far away and Mark was afraid that you’d get tired of being just friends with him and decide that you didn’t want to wait around for him. Especially since you requited his same feelings and made it aware that you were willing to do whatever it was that he asked of you. You were aware of how hectic his life was and you had a feeling a relationship would be something he wouldn’t be able to give you and you respected it completely. 

As long as you had Mark in your life, it didn’t matter what he was to you. But you were only human. You were still so young and had a great head on your shoulders. You had so much going for you yet you were always at his beck and call whenever he needed you. To both his delight yet dismay, you were willing to drop anything and everything for him. While he was away, you’d wake up in the middle of the night to talk to him and stay up till the wee hours of the morning to listen to him talk about his day even if you had an early morning shift or class. 

When he got sick, you’d pick up some medication and make some soup to help him feel better. If you were out with friends or colleagues and he asked to hang out, you’d give them some lame excuse and made your way over to him. Mark could never come up with the right words to say to show you and tell you just how much you meant to him and how afraid he was to lose you. All he could do, was show you through his actions; his gentle kisses on your cheeks, your forehead and your lips, how he would always need to be touching you whenever the two of you would spend time together, the way he would always check up on you to make sure you’ve eaten all your meals and that you were taking good care of yourself and doing all these little things for you like blowdrying your hair for you when you were too tired or helping you study for an exam even if he had no clue what he was reading. 

He could only hope you understood his nonverbal signals of love. Being on tour was always so fun; it seemed as if more fans came out with every new tour and tonight in London, there were at least 40,000 people at the Wembley stadium waiting for Got7 to perform. Over the years, his nerves slowly calmed down and performing on stage was such an indescribable feeling that he was so grateful for being able to do. The only thing he hated about touring, was being away from you. 

Mark made sure to FaceTime you whenever he got the chance, but it wasn’t the same as seeing your breathtaking smile and contagious laughter that he loved so much in person. He’s asked you to go along with them many times, but because you were a full time student with a full time job, and Mark’s company didn’t think it would look good for some random girl to join them on tour and follow them around the world, you stayed back in Korea. As the phone line kept ringing, anxiety built up in his chest the longer he waited. He checked his phone to see what time it was in Korea and he let out an exasperated sigh. 

It was currently six in the morning and since Mark knew your schedule like the back of his hand, there was a chance you were either getting ready for school or for work and he tried his best not to be upset. Just like how his work was his main priority, you had every right to make your studies and your work ethic your main concern. However, you had a tendency to put Mark at the top of your priorities and sometimes he wished you didn’t think so highly of him. He wanted to give you the same amount of attention and praise you’ve shown him over the years and you were his second main focus right after his job. 

He hated putting you second, he was sure you must’ve loathed having to be his second priority but you never complained nor would you make it known that it bothered you and Mark didn’t know what higher power it was that brought you two together nor did he know what he did to deserve someone so patient and understanding, but he would do it time and time again if it meant having you in his life for as long as he possibly could. With one more sigh, he began walking back towards the corridors where their waiting room was located when he felt his phone vibrate. He didn’t even miss a beat, once he saw your name on the screen he answered and he didn’t care how desperate he sounded. He was sure he didn’t have much time to talk to you, but it didn’t matter. All Mark needed was to hear your voice and he knew he’d feel so much better. 

“Hey baby, I’m sorry I missed your call. I was washing my face and brushing my teeth. Aren’t you going on stage here soon? Is everything okay?” 

Just hearing your soft little giggle through the speaker was enough to get him to forget of his problems and all he focus on was the sound of your gentle and extremely soothing voice. The term of endearment made him feel even more giddy and he was sure if the guys were to see the effect that you had on him, they wouldn’t let him live it down. 

“Yeah I just—I just wanted to talk to you. I’m sorry if I’m bothering you, I just really miss you. That’s all.” 

By the hesitant tone of his voice, you could tell there was something more that he wasn’t telling you, but you weren’t going to pry at him. You never forced mark to go in to detail about what was worrying him and wanted him to confide in you at his pace. But you hated knowing that something was currently on his mind not knowing exactly what it was. Even if Mark was a couple of years older than you, you always felt the need to protect him from any evil. His happiness and well being was all you ever cared about and sometimes you’d put it before your own. 

“I miss you too Mark and you’re never a bother, you know that. You know if something is wrong, you can tell me right?” 

Although you couldn’t see him, you could tell he was nodding in agreement. The two of you had a mutual understanding; you’d wait for each other to find solace in one another but when you did, you’d let it all out. “I know, thanks y/n. I read something so shitty earlier, but hearing your voice makes it all the more better. Don’t worry about me babe, I’m okay. I’m sure the guys are probably looking for me. I’ll call you after the show, have a nice morning and don’t forget to eat a hearty breakfast. I’ll talk to you soon love.” 

Once you both said your goodbyes, Mark felt energized and ready to go on stage. He didn’t think it was possible for someone to change him for the better but here you were, making his heart feel as if it was about to bust out of his chest and he never wanted that feeling to go away. As soon as he made his way back to the dressing room where all the guys were dressed up and waiting for him, they were all confused seeing the huge grin on his face after he left so abruptly as if something was wrong; but none of them were going to question it. They were all aware of who you were to Mark and all six of them approved of you. 

They loved the effect you had on the eldest boy; they loved the way you made him laugh and smile on his darkest days. You were the light Mark needed and they knew you were put in his life to save him from himself. Once they all walked out onstage and heard the thousands of screams and chants echoing throughout the arena, anything that was bothering Mark no longer mattered to him. All he could think about was making the fans happy, putting all his energy in to each and every song they performed and getting to call you again later. The concert went off without a hitch and honestly it had to be one of the best concerts they’ve done since they started touring. 

For the rest of the week, Got7 finished the Europe leg of the tour and as much as Mark loved exploring the many different cities, trying the different foods they had to offer and taking a well deserved rest from all his other work, he couldn’t wait for the two week break the guys were allowed back in Korea. He couldn’t find it in himself to sleep the night before, he was just so excited to have you in his arms again and he came up with the plan to surprise you about coming home earlier than expected. Everyone seemed to know of Mark’s plans because as soon as they landed, they hailed him a taxi and gave the driver your address which he was extremely grateful for. While he was away, he’d find himself overthinking your relationship. 

He wanted—no, Mark needed to set things straight between the two of you. Even if you told him that you were willing to wait for him for as long as he needed you to, humans could only be patient for so long and he was afraid you’d find somebody while he was away. Somebody who could take care of you in ways Mark could only wish he’d be able to. Somebody who would love you freely; out in the open without having to worry about a rumor breaking out. Somebody worthy of all your love and admiration. 

It was late when they arrived back and he could only hope you didn’t log on to social media and saw that Got7 were back in Korea. He quickly stopped by a cute little hole in the wall florist shop and purchased you a dozen of your favorite flowers. No matter how jet lagged he was from the ten hour flight and how much he wanted to go to sleep, the desire and urge to hold you in his arms was stronger than any exhaustion he felt. He knew he should’ve texted you to ask what you were doing in case you were out to dinner with your friends, but he was just too excited to finally see you that it slipped his mind that there was a chance you weren’t home. 

As soon as he buzzed your doorbell, there was an odd feeling that crashed over him and he couldn’t put his finger on it. However, once you opened the door and he saw you dressed so prettily, the numbness he felt in his chest only grew more. 

“Oh my God—Mark! What are you doing back so early?!” 

You didn’t give him any time to answer before you practically jumped on him; wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. You began leaving chaste kisses on the sides of his face and finally left a sloppy kiss on the corner of his mouth before jumping down. 

“Hello to you too baby. I wanted to surprise you. God y/n, I’ve missed you so much.” 

You looked up at him with an adoring look in your eyes before cupping his cheek. These last three months without him was just as hard and if not more difficult on you than it was for him. Mark had all his members, friends, staff, family and fans by his side but all you really had was him. Although he never failed to lean on you whenever he needed to, you didn’t want to bother him and handled most of your problems by yourself. Even if he told you to tell him when something wasn’t going your way; you just never wanted to burden him. Just getting a text of encouragement was enough to help ease your negative thoughts. 

Seeing him, with his fluffy, brown hair down to his neck, his face more healthier and fuller than the last time you’ve seen each other and his biceps more prominent, it was an overwhelming feeling and you had a hard time believing he was actually back and at your apartment. 

“Mmm, I missed you too handsome. Let’s get you settled in. Did you eat? Are you hungry? You look exhausted Mark.” You reached for his hand as he held the bouquet of flowers under his arm and dragged in his luggage with his free hand. Since you were ahead of him, you didn’t get to see the way his cheeks turned bright pink at your sudden movement. He was so whipped for you. Once you walked in to your living room, he was quick to notice the box of chocolates on your coffee table and the flowers in a vase sitting on your counter. There was that weird feeling again and he was soon growing curious with what exactly it was that seemed to be eating away at him. You had him take a seat on the couch as you hurriedly brought his luggage in to your room and made your way back to him. 

“I uh—these are for you.” You gave him a toothy grin; excited at the idea of him thinking to stop by somewhere and get you flowers. The soft peck on his lips was your token of appreciation and you walked in to your kitchen to find another vase to put his flowers in. Although he felt as if he could practically knock out right there, he got up from the couch and walked over to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and placed his chin on top of your shoulder. You’ve always adored the height difference between you and Mark. You weren’t the shortest person ever, but you weren’t blessed with height. You shivered at the feeling of him pressing a kiss against your neck and leaned back in to his chest to give him more access to your nape. 

“Where’d you buy the flowers from?” When he felt you tense up at his question, he knew something was up and he had a gut feeling he wasn’t going to like the answer. 

“I just came back from a double date—but it’s not what you think. One of my coworkers really likes this guy, but she didn’t want to go out with him on her own just yet so she asked me to tag along with her. Honestly she’s been trying to set me up with all these guys but I’ve told her I’m unavailable more times than I can count on my hands. I think she used that as an excuse for me to go out on a date, but I really wasn’t interested. He gave me these flowers and those chocolates, but I didn’t really give him any of my attention and if I’m being honest, the entire thing was so awkward and I gave an excuse to leave early. I’m glad I did though.” 

You were facing him at his point and ran both your hands through his hair. So that’s why you were all dolled up; Mark knew he wasn’t overreacting for no reason. You just came back from a date. It didn’t matter that your friend set you up, for all he knew you could go on multiple dates and he couldn’t do anything about it. The two of you were untitled. He didn’t have the right to stop you from looking for a genuine relationship. All he could do was hope and pray that the feelings you harbored for him were enough to get you to stick around. 

The way his brows furrowed made you nervous and you didn’t think he cared for you in that way to get bothered at the idea of you seeing someone else. You and Mark may have acted like a couple, but because he wasn’t able to be in a relationship nor did he make it verbally known that he wanted to be one with you, you didn’t think it was possible for him to grow jealous at the thought of you dating someone else. 

“I see. Have you been on any other dates? Met anyone worth your while?”

“No. Just the one tonight. Why would I look for anyone else when I have you Mark? Or I mean—actually I don’t know what I mean. I’m not yours and you’re not mine yet I’m holding on to this tiny little thread and the little voice that’s telling me to not give up on us but I don’t know what you see me as; for all I know I could just be a friend you kiss every now and then just because you can’t have anything to serious. I’d be lying if I said it doesn’t bother me and that I’m fine with being stuck in this untitled relationship knowing that I want more, but all I care about is you. I know it’s hard for you to live a normal life and I just wanted to give you whatever it is that you need. I’m sorry, I talk too much—“ 

When you felt a teardrop fell on your cheek, you hesitantly looked up at the older boy and felt a pang to your chest at the sight of his lip quivering as tears were building up at his eyelids. Everyone and anyone who knew Mark was well aware of how sensitive he could be and it was a trait of his you genuinely appreciated. It showed that he had such a big heart. There were moments where he would cry watching a sad video or movie and you’d always smile softly to yourself at how adorable he was. But now, seeing him cry and having a feeling that you were the reason made your head spin. He brought his hands down to your waist and lifted you up on to the counter before connecting your lips together in a rough and extremely passionate kiss. 

You and Mark might have shared quite a few kisses in the last year, but this was the first time his lips smashed and melded against yours perfectly. His lips were chapped and tasted salty from his tears, but it didn’t matter. He all but gently forced his tongue in to your mouth and down your throat and although the feeling was foreign, you could find yourself getting used to this. All too soon, he pulled his lips away and placed his forehead against yours, earning himself a soft whimper from the absence of warmth. He began gliding his thumb along your thigh while lifting your chin up so that you were making eye contact with him.

“I’m sorry y/n, I’m so fucking sorry for having to put you through all of that for the last year but I’m so grateful for each and every single sacrifice you’ve made for me. You’re way more than just a friend to me baby, I thought it was obvious with the way I have to constantly be kissing these pretty lips of yours and the way I always need you around. If you were just a friend, I wouldn’t be calling you and checking up on you every day. You wouldn’t be on my mind the first thing when I wake up and right before I go to bed and I know it’s my fault for not telling you how I feel but I’m telling you now, I’m crazy about you. I was always yours y/n, always. You mean everything to me y/n and you know what? I love you. I love you so much y/n and I plan on loving you for a very long time. I’ve been thinking about this for a while now, I don’t care about the repercussions or what punishment I get for this, but please be my girlfriend. I’ll do anything to be yours completely.” 

With the way he was looking at you, as if you were the one who set the entire universe in to the sky, you were putty in his hands. You never said it out loud, but this is what you’ve wanted from the time that Mark stumbled in to your life. Because you were afraid to come off too forward and selfish, you didn’t tell him that you’d daydream of the day he could finally be able to date you without having to worry about what people or say or do if and when they were to find out. You pulled him closer to your body and hid your face in the crook of his neck. Feeling his heartbeat against your chest made it harder for you to keep the growing smile on your face at bay. You really did love the beautiful boy in front of you. 

“I love you too Mark. I’ve always had these feelings for you and I know they’re not going anywhere. You really are one of the best things that ever happened to me. I want nothing more than to take things further with you. It’s always been you too baby. I’m always going to be here for you.” 

He stole a couple more kisses from the corner of your mouth before picking you up from off of the counter and throwing you over his shoulder. “Mark, what are you doing?!”

“You can’t look that amazing and not expect me to show you exactly what you do to me. I’m gonna make love to my beautiful baby.”

“Mark! At least take me to dinner first before getting in to my pants you ass.”

He playfully slapped your butt before making his way toward your room. “You know babe, our relationship was never normal to begin with so there’s no point in following the rules. I like living dangerously. Forget dinner y/n, I’m going straight for dessert.”

Oh, here I go down that road Again and again the fool rushin' in But I can't help when I feel some kind of way Do you feel the same? 'Cause And I fall, I fall for you You caught me at my weakest I fall, I fall for you You caught me at my weakest I fall for you

Love you gonna get hold on me Tell me what you gonna do to me Now you've gone and got your hands on me Tell me what you gonna doAnd here I go down that road Again and again the fool rushin' in But I can't help when I feel some kind of way Do you feel the same?'Cause I fall, I fall for you You caught me at my weakest Yeah, I fall, I fall for you You caught me at my weakest And I fall for you

[theinsanecrayonbox]

promised i’d color, and i even added another colored sketch

so i give you Gamma Red, my Infinity Warp of Omega Red and Red she-Hulk. why? because i can XD i like having various versions of my OTPs, so thus i wanted to make Omegatooth here too

but you know oddly enough, the more i thought about it, it did kinda make sense. in IW, there’s the Green Room being the Red Room; the red Room did have their hands on Arkady for a while. Omega Red was an attempted super solider program to bootleg Capt, as well as eth fact that carbonandium is a knockoff adamantium; Red She-Hulk was a little bootleggy on the surface. and in IW, in the 2099 portion, the future Weapon Hex 2099 was given powers by the “wizards of Gamma” and well, Omega Red’s been resurrected by magical cult at least once if not a few times, so...kinda fits. plus, like i said in my first post, putting Hellhound with a 7ft tall red evil-looking lady is a great visual. (and also, if the wizards of gamma thing were to link itself back to the weapon hex lore even more than just teh 2099 stuff, she could’ve been in the organization with Hellhound)

so thus, Gamma Red. either created by the Green Room or was created using the Green Room’s program but bootlegged. only other name known is “Ross”, only called that once by her handler (a Thunderbolt Ross/Vassily warp) upon her escape from the program that made her. her coils don’t emit energy, more so they suck/syphon it; basically she sucks gamma radiation out of things i think...or sucks energy that her body converts into gamma...eh science.

as you can see up there, she’s tangoed with one of my other Infinity Warps, Venom: Space Solider. how? why? idk, i just liked that design and the visual looked neat, and i wanted to draw her again. doubtful they were made by the same/similar people. it’s more likely she was hired to break in/steal something that he happened to have some connection to/was guarding, so thus fight. lame and basic, but works well enough.

so tl;dr: i fused Omega Red and Red She-Hulk because i could, and so Hellhound had a red russian to make out with after they slaughter people. the end.