#I have realized that despite having no time to draw. I have quite a lil build-up of art xD enjoy! :D

[craykaycee]

I had a lot of fun drawing a couple scenes from @crazedauthor 's isekai AU fic "Reality is Stranger Than Fiction" as an art trade! While drawing these, I realized that I have never drawn Moon with soft features, always as a pointy gremlin. He has stolen my heart with his sweet sweet face and soft personality, and I'm excited to see how Crazed's story will develop! Making these, a fun painting style has developed :3c excited to work like this more often in the future ^-^

No dialogue text versions under the cut!

#fnaf moon #fnaf daycare attendant #moondrop #fnaf dca #dca fandom #I have realized that despite having no time to draw. I have quite a lil build-up of art xD enjoy! :D #moon x reader #moon x y/n #daycare attendant x y/n #daycare attendant x reader #reality is stranger than fiction

[look-at-the-soul]

Hello! Please could I request a Tommy x daughter with the prompt

“Let me hold your hair back, at least

Dear anon ✨ thank you so so much for sending this prompt!! I loved writing this little story 🥰 I hope you like it too!

Daddy’s little girl

Tommy Shelby x reader (daughter)

Opening the heavy door, your breath caught up in your throat as it creaked.

Cyril groaned but before you could announce it was you, he barked three times.

“Shhh keep your barks down! You’re going to wake everybody up.” You whispered.

Once he realized it was only you, he got close to lick your hand then started to sniff over your clothes.

Shit it was so dark, the moonlight barely entering the big room. There was a big table in the middle so you tried to walk around it, the decoration of the floor started to move under your feet so closing your eyes for a second and after a deep breath, started to walk cautiously, it was a short walk to the stairs the problem was all the things you’d have to sort out first in order to make it into one piece to your room on the second floor.

Everything was so quiet, Frances would be so helpful right now.

Your head was spinning.

Maybe you could crash on the sofa and wake up early before your father did.

That sounded like a good pla-

“Y/N Shelby… Where the fuck have you been?”

The light in the drawing room went on and your father’s deep voice made your blood ran down to your feet.

“Dad! Fuck… You scared me!” Your heartbeat went resoundingly fast.

“Language Y/N.” As you saw him get up, you attempted to take an straight posture, shoulders back, chest up, you hoped your eyelids were completely open. “Were you drinking?”

Despite knowing the answer to his own question, he wanted to hear it from you.

Why was the room spinning so fast? Or was it you moving?

“Juss a lil.”

Placing your thumb and index finger together you closed your eye to look to your father, the infamous gangster of gangsters, Thomas Michael Shelby, OBE, DSM, MM, MP.

“You know those titles mean close to nothing right?” Oh fuck, you said that out loud. “My most important job is being your father and keep you safe, Y/N. But it becomes the hardest task when my own daughter decides to sneak out by the window to go a tavern to drink her soul out and-”

“The roof.” You corrected him while trying to hold on something, maybe leaning on the wall will do, you decided.

“Excuse me?” He frowned and looked at you through his glasses.

“I was looking at the stars on the rooftop and decided to go for something to drink.” You tried to explain him.

“In the middle of the night? Alone? To God knows what place?” He threw his glasses on the couch, his sleeves were rolled up, his anger level must be around a three, maybe a four. Oh, oh… he’s going to start now with the Tommy Shelby Psalm about how he was born in a boat and had to quit school to go to the war to fight for his country…

Nothing happened. The older, the grumpier.

“Don’t tell me I’m old! Don’t you realize when you’re drunk you say everything that’s crossing your mind?” Anger level soon reached an eight. The highest you saw him reach was when at 7 years old, uncle Arthur was throwing snow on your head because you wanted to go outside while it was snowing for real. Maybe he reached a 10 with you when you were five and there wasn’t any more strawberry ice cream left and you had no choice but tell the ice cream man that maybe if your daddy pulled out his revolver he would find some.

“And then you cried when I scolded you for telling that to the man and I reached level -80. Because I felt bad for making you cry.” He completed your memory with a smile. “But that’s not the point now Y/N, you’re seventeen you can’t go in the middle of night for a drink.”

“You changed the keys to the cabinet under your desk with the liquor.”

“So it was you stealing my whiskey!” Again, he reached level four.

“Calm down dad, it was just a bottle of scotch.”

The problem is when you tell someone to calm down, they do exactly the opposite.

“Don’t tell me to calm the fuck down, Y/N!”

“Don’t yell at me like that, I’m not one your pets… I’m your daughter!” Mum wouldn’t allow this, you thought. If only she was still alive.

“Then behave like that.” His voice was lower but his tone was still firm.

Smirking and rolling your eyes at him you couldn’t keep your mouth shut. “Well, that’s exactly what I did and now you’re angry at me for drinking?”

You inherited your mother’s strong temper and your father’s mouth, aunt Polly said it was a bloody combination to be afraid of.

Between the fear of him scolding you and the sudden sadness over the need of your mum right there, your drunkenness seemed to drop down dramatically.

Turning your back at him to end this useless argument, you tried to march out of the room, unfortunately for you, your sharp movement combined with the spinning of your head and the alcohol in your system, made your stomach twist and you felt like throwing up.

Rushing upstairs to your room, you held the burning sensation in your mouth just enough for you to make it into the bathroom.

Did you really drink that much?

As you were quietly asking for your internal organs to remain in its place while throwing up, you felt a gentle pair of hands rubbing your back.

“Don’t look dad!” This was so embarrassing! Another round of sickness hit you.

“Let me hold your hair back, at least.” Your dad’s hands gently moved your hair to hold it away from your face.

He had been there before and he didn’t want his only daughter to feel bad, once you cleaned your mouth, Tommy moved around the room to get rid of the cushions on your bed and after pulling back the covers, he rushed to get some water while you changed your clothes.

“Here, drink this.” He handed you a glass and placed the small jar next to your bed.

“Thank you.” But before he could walk out, you stopped him. “Dad?… can you stay until I fall asleep like when I was little?”

If there was something that made Tommy weak, it was you.

“Sure princess.” Taking off his shoes, he climbed into bed, getting comfortable.

“I miss her.” Your voice trailed off at the memory.

Swallowing hard, he admitted: “I miss her too… every single thing you do, it’s like watching her doing it.”

“Really?” Your face lighting up thinking that you looked like her.

“You have her eyes, her smile, you fucking walk like her too…” there was a melancholic smile on his lips. “Sometimes when I hear you talking I think it’s her.”

It was so unlike him to talk about his feelings, he was always so guarded from everybody. “Go to sleep now, you will feel like shit tomorrow and I’m going to be here to enjoy it.” Kissing your forehead, he let his cheek rest close to your head.

But while that happened he knew that this was his own payback. Because even though you were the living image of the woman he had loved, you were also his clone.

Feeling your eyelids closing, you could still hear him whisper: “No matter how old you are… You will always be your daddy’s little girl.”

*****

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[conspirartist]

Though I should share some of my silly lil headcanons for Twisted since y'all seemed to like the Genshin ones. Today's victim is Crewel, because I have too many thoughts about that man.

As always don't take any of them too seriously, I do those for fun and that means most of the time I just straight up fabricate stuff with little to no regard for canon.

First headcanon comes from a bit of a misunderstanding from my part and lots of my other headcanons come from it. Point is, for the longest time I though Crewel's pointer/cigarette holder thingie was a walking cane. I only realized that wasn't the case when my gf pointed out that I always draw him with a cane despite the fact he doesn't have one in canon.

So yeah headcanon (that I thought was canon for way too long) number one:

- Crewel always has a cane with him, people chalk it up to being a fashion statement (which it is in part), but he does need it for medical reasons.

Expanding on the cane headcanon:

* There are days he doesn't really need it, but he always has it with him in case of having a flare up (he wounded his leg a few years after graduating from NRC, although it healed all right he still experiences pain from time to time)

* He has several different canes so he can coordinate them with his outfits including a few that were enchanted to change color or to let out sparks whenever they touch the floor

* He uses magic to change the grip of the more fashion like canes so they're more comfortable

* Pratical classes almost always mean he'll have to use his cane, since he'll have to stand and walk around class a lot (least he wants to risk someone inhaling fumes they shouldn't or Seven forbid, blowing up a cauldron).

I'll expand on the topic of his leg injury latter on, but for now some headcanons for his classes/teacher career.

- Although he has quite the reputation for his strictness and temper, Crewel is a student favorite

- He has a soft spot for his puppies, even if he's not open about it; the kind of teacher that will ask you to stay after class to check you're ok

- He's very perceptive about his students and he will try to accommodate for them if he notices they're having a hard time

- He will nag his students into taking better care of themselves

* Coming to class looking disvelished? He'll click his tongue and straighten your tie and ask if you had to rush to class

* Looking too drowsy or sleepy? He will tell you to wash your face and will ask you if you're getting enough sleep

* Feeling faint because of low blood pressure? Your assignment will come back with a small note telling you to remember to eat

- I also think he notices students' efforts a lot, be it related to classes or just in general

* You managed to get your marks up after studying even if it's not by a lot? You get a little message congratulating your hard work

* That one quiet student who always comes to class wearing a beaten up hoodie tried something with their hair? They'll get a quiet compliment when handing in their homework

- His first years teaching were particularly tough

* His personal life was in shambles, Trein kinda of coerced him into applying for a teaching position

* He was on his early twenties, barely out of college, the third years were almost his age - he had to fight for their respect (which is why he developed his more 'aggressive' teaching approach)

* It was also around the time he got his leg injury so he was still navigating getting used to his new limitations

* He had a student who upturned their cauldron over themselves during one of his first pratical classes, he had to rush the kid to the infirmary; he was nearly inconsolable once he made to the teachers' lounge

- Crewel takes lab safety very seriously and will put the fear of God on whoever don't follow safety guidelines (basically everyone's lab wear cards, I can heat this man snapping at them 24/7)

- He buts heads with Crowley a lot, over both curriculum and how to deal with the students, it doesn't bear many fruits and generally ends with he doing stuff himself while Crowley remains blissfully unaware (or pretends to anyway) of his own incompetence

* One of such instances was to take love potions out of the pratical curriculum, because he wasn't about to teach the students how to do what are exencially roofies. Since Crowley kept arguing that he couldn't change the silabus. He ended up teaching how to identify love potions; the symptoms they cause; their main antidotes; the current legislation around them and the ethics involved on the production and use of such potion

Now onto some more general stuff and backstory:

- He was afraid of dogs as a child but got over it with time (and a lil exposition, his childhood friend had a very sweet pup)

- He went to NRC the same year his childhood friend Nico (my twisted version of Anita) both were sorted into Pomefiore

- He doesn't have much of a relationship with his parents but he's very close to a maternal aunt

- He has a tendency to depressive episodes but currently (canon time) his symptoms are on remission

- During High School Crewel did very well in Alchemy, but he was also a very skilled summoner (he had a special affinity to hellhounds, known for being temperamental but extremely loyal)

- It was also during his school years that Crewel met Rose (my twisted version of Roger). At first the pair didn't get along, Crewel feeling like she was stealing his best friend from him, but with time the trio grew very close

- Rose taught him how to play the piano, she used to play a little jingle in it to tease Crewel every chance she got (think of a parody of the Cruella song)

- When Nico and Rose got together Crewel was a little afraid of being left out, but it turned out none of them intended to leave him behind, he was the best man at their wedding. They talked about the future as a weird family of three, unconventional but so very happy

- Rose and Nico got into a car accident, a few months after they got married. They both died in the crash. Crewel was devastated by their loss, suddenly he found himself so very alone

- Rose and Nico had familiars of their own, hellhounds, who always seemed to take a liking to their summoner friend. Moved by grief and a wish to hold onto whatever was left of his friends Crewel tried to summon the beasts, to reach someone who knew the pair as closely as him

* That's how he got his leg injury

- Around that time Trein came across Crewel, a little too thin for comfort and way too quiet. Unwilling to let the brilliant young man who was once his pupil dig himself even deeper he contacted Crowley and all but strong armed the young alchemist to NRC

- Crewel has three dogs (all dalmatian of course) a couple, Prometeus and Pandora, and their pup, Panacea. What people don't know is that the trio are actually summons, Prometeus and Pandora were Rose's and Nico's familiars, they forged a new contract with Crewel after a while.

- He has a foster license, although he never had to use it, he keeps an eye on the students he suspects don't have a good home life.

- He gets a lot of notes and trinkets from his pups, I mean students, on fathers day. And he absolutely melts at them, in private, he gushes to the other teachers, he keeps everything in a box in his room, he just loves his students so much

- People called him dad in class so many times he lost count, he doesn't make a big deal out of it but it warms his heart

- He loves when he gets news from graduated students

- My point is he is a proud father and no one will ever convince me otherwise

#ari's random ramblings #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twst headcanons #divus crewel #twst crewel #crewel backstory #crewel headcanons #why i gave him trauma? #well i love the angst #being my favorite is never good folks #i be putting the ficcional peeps on situations #thats a long one

[sweatandwoe]

The Primo brainrot is absolutely unreal. He has such little content or even photos. Peepaw deserves his time to shine :/

He absolutely does, let's give him a lil love, have some Primo x GN!reader fluff, I made the reader also older in this for some sweet 'been together for 30 years at least' vibes

-

The flowers are beautiful. Red roses, black barlows, bloody lupines and velvet petunias are all arranged together. You are quite certain when you woke this morning the vase they were in had been filled with dying irises but there is not even a slightly

Your husband sits on the couch, wearing his pajamas with his robe over top. But instead of slippers, his runners are still on and he hides his face behind a newspaper, though you can see him glancing just over it to look at you. Trying to gauge your reaction you guess, when his gaze jolts back down to the paper when he realizes he's been caught.

"These look lovely." You finally say, taking a rose in hand, holding the stem delicately between your index and middle finger. Breathing in the scent before you ensure it's back in its place. You turn to see your husband, who has now lowered his newspaper, black-painted lips smirking. His paints are messy today, most likely he had been in a rush when he saw the dead flowers. Not that there was much to do today; this church held no mass on Sundays.

"I planted those barlows just for you." He admits after a moment, "They were putting up quite a fight."

"I'm glad you won the battle. They're beautiful." You take your own careful steps, despite being younger, you were no spring chicken yourself. Your back was already aching from helping him weed the garden yesterday. Not to mention the rituals and spells at mass that he had needed your help with. Still, you lean down to kiss the top of his head before you join him on the couch. "Any ideas for today?"

The old man hums, before lowering his newspaper. "It's supposed to rain later so I won't water the garden tonight. After that, my day is pretty free." Primo smiles, a glint in his mismatched gaze. "Maybe we can stay in all day, darling? Watch some movies. I can order food off of this app." He takes a moment, brow furrowing while he tries to remember. "Obber Eats?"

"Uber. But I like obber better." A kiss to his cheek, while he chuckles and lets you gather close to him. Though there was no Prime Mover ceremony to connect you, Primo had done his own ritual to bind you both and so his presence so close helps relieve the ache in your spine until it's practically gone. "What movie?"

He shuffles slightly in his seat, and when you glance at him he's smiling, while trying to make his wrinkled eyes appear big, jutting out his lower lip. "The Omen series?"

You roll your eyes, but move to grab the remote, trying not to laugh at his puppy dog eyes. "I'll see if it's on Netflix."

Primo perks up completely, drawing an arm around you, and letting you flick through the TV. His cheek eventually comes to rest on the top of your head, pulling you further into a cuddling position.

A nice lazy, rainy day was made even more perfect with him by your side. And would be a good memory for when he no longer was.

#primo emeritus #primo #papa emeritus i #papa emeritus i x reader #primo x reader #ghost band #mdni #a lil angst at the end #sweaty asks

[s0lar-ch3ri]

lil mythborne hcs because ive fallen in love with them again (maybe spoilers so yeah)

(theyre absolutely roommates btw for less confusion) ryan and aster have woken up several times in the middle of the night to see connor watching "incorrect history" by ted

these three act so close many think theyre all in a relationship with each other (and one of my headcanons says yes cause i got a ton of alt hcs)

asters sapphic awakening was the gardeners in the gardening club, ryans gay awakening was asters dad (not romantic fucking ew like he just realized men were pretty then), and connors ace realization hit while researching about the frat

they can all be pan, poly, and ace spectrum if i try hard enough (and i do)

listen to me for this: boyflux aster

professor aeliana was quite a comfort to connor after his brothers passing, as when connor's grades were dropping due to lack of motivation and using most his energy to not break down or "do something irrational" as hed put it, he offered help with work and recommended him a therapist (who helped him a lot), plus even offered him a place to talk if he really needed it

biwi is a registered therapy rat

aster offers tutoring as shes very good with work and commonly has lots of free time (she uses some of it to talk with biwi)

you know how the mana goddess of the sun just happens to be named aster? hear me out...

despite what some think, ryans actually pretty smart as its necessary to have good grades in school to participate in sports

i cant get the idea out of my head that romeo tried to cast aster ryan and connor as riptide characters for a play he wanted to try, but ended up not having enough actors for (ryan would be gill, aster would be jay plus characters like lizzie, amanda rinn, and niklaus hendrix because shes turned out to have a good voice for them, and connor would be chip, with biwi as pretzel)

ryan likes giving presents and eventually got better at matching items to people (connor has a friendship bracelet, a moon shaped pencil sharpener, a journal for art which unknown to ryan has a picture of them together on the cover, etc.)(aster has a fucking random bobble head, a sunflower pencil sharpener, a small locket, etc)

all of them can draw and get art tips while doing it, so you can see some similarities in their styles despite them being different (aster learned because she wanted to draw out where flowers would go and eventually drew flower people and flowers as people, connor used it as a way to vent out and study better, ryan did it for the sillies and saw how much fun aster and connor had so he started back in middle school and shit)

not a hc but i cant stop thinking about mermaid aster rn

these guys are seen as "oh they could never do harm" but biwi knows the horrors of being in a room with them after mario party (everyone has had a breakdown at least 3 times from it)

once connor had an insomnia induced theory about a mythical land called "texas" and did a 3 hour presentation on its possible existance, ending at 3, for ryan and aster and the next day he forgot about it and never brought it up again and they think about it sometimes

ill say more when my brain lets me think up more

#jrwishow #jrwi podcast #jrwi #just roll with it #jrwi show #jrwi mythborne #aster jrwi #jrwi spoilers #jrwi ryan #jrwi connor #connor connors #aster aeliana #ryan selucreh #jerwee supreme

[lizardtheartist]

I love your Max vices so so much and was wanting to know if I could draw some fan art for them (mostly Pride because he rocks) Also I would love to know more about your fan kids because they are AWESOME. Love your art!

OH MY GOSH OF COURSE YOU CANN!!! I would be so fucking happy if you drew my lil vices omgomg (and thank you!! I very much appreciate that you love my art :D)

And yes yes I have much information about the fankids

So originally, I made the fankids long ago when I first got into Sam and max, but I never bothered sharing them because i thought they weren’t that interesting, but I’ve developed their backstory a lot more since then:

Ace: So Ace is a fucked up cloning experiment conducted by Geek, she decided one day that she wanted to make a silly lil clone of Max to see how far her experiments could go, but that didn’t exactly go as planned. She ended up creating 507-B (B meaning that there WAS an A but y’know..A didn’t go as planned at all) whom she kept secret from everyone for a long while, that is until Max let his curiosity take over and snuck into the lab when everyone was sleeping. Max found little Ace in some sort of science-y pod thing (idk what those are called) and he immediately thought it was the cutest little guy he’d ever seen. Ace indeed did not look very adorable, he looked pretty freaky ngl. Max decided to wake Sam late at night and show him what he found, Sam was hesitant about thinking anything of the freaky little clone, but eventually Max convinced him it was also the cutest thing he’d ever seen. When Geek realized that Max discovered the experiment and told Sam all about it, she was pretty upset about it but at the same time, she was also relived that she didn’t have to overwork herself taking care of Ace anymore, Sam and Max would just take it from there. And so, experiment 507-B was eventually named Ace, like ace of spades. (kinda a Poker Night reference) Ace is just the definition of a skrunkly, he’s adorable and ugly at the same time. He loves to chew, scratch, bite, kick, throw, and attack almost anything he sees, it’s just in his nature.

Quinn: Sam and Max don’t feel like explaining how exactly Quinn came to be. She could either be biologically related, a clone, or had just poofed into existence. Whenever someone asks about it, they both just laugh and continuing talking about something else as if nothing happened. Quinn is a sabertooth dog creature who I had been drawing ever since I first got into Sam and Max, basically she’s kinda just a mini Sam. I like to imagine her and Sam hang out a lot because they have so much in common with each other, they probably go out for ice cream and leave Max with Ace at home, to which they’d probably play video games together or just have play fights with each other. (Lots of biting involved) Quinn is very serious about working as a freelance police officer when she’s older though, her and Ace end up taking over the business and they get commissioned more risky cases. Quinn’s favorite kind of cases are assassination cases, which she’ll always use her trusty sniper rifle for. (Don’t get on her bad side, that rifle is scary) Similar to Sam, Quinn has quite the appetite, but only for one specific food..desserts. Whenever any sort of sweet is involved in a case, she’ll always be tempted to take some for herself. Despite her overall serious tone about mostly everything, sweets are what really show her true self, a lovable little puppy dog who can’t resist any sort of treat.

General info about the two of them: They have quite the sibling relationship. They always pick on each other and argue, but they still really care for one another. Ace likes to support his sister in any way possible, often cheering for her whenever she takes charge in a case, which is literally every case. Quinn likes to show her support for her big brother through subtle affection, since it’s hard for her to show much affection at all. She tends to bonk him on the head, call him a harmless name (knucklehead, stupid, etc) or just give him a little head pat. Quinn also shows how much she cares for her brother by protecting him when he can’t protect himself in a dangerous situation. One can never be without the other, just like Sam and Max themselves, an Ace without a Quinn or vice versa will make both of them feel incomplete. I totally do not plan on purposely separating them for story purposes noooooooo/s

(Feel free to draw the fankids too if you’d like, that’d be so so cool)

#sam and max

[genericpuff]

Hi! So I'm really liking your LO AU so far, but I do have a few critiques. For one thing, the art is inconsistent in some places (ex: Hades has a long nose in the first panel, but then every appearance after, it's ordinary; ironically, I've heard this be said as a critique about the original too), and when Hermes explains why he got a job in the Underworld, the text is really hard to see when the red text is set against a black speech bubble, even when zooming in. This might also just be a Tumblr thing, but some panels also appear slightly blurry compared to others.

Aw I'm glad you like it! And thanks for the pointers! I am going to respond to them in my own defense a lil' if you don't mind (but rest assured I do recognize them as issues):

1.) That first episode was my first time drawing a Rekindled episode in full color (before I had even decided I wanted to stick with color, back then I was planning on just doing black and grey with color gradients) and it was more of a tribute to S1 LO/a coloring test that doubled as a potential opening for Rekindled (due to how it does diverge slightly from LO and is still relevant to Rekindled's plot). So that was before I realized looking back on old LO material that Hades' nose is, in fact, normal in the original pilot version of the comic! So I decided "Yeah, I'm gonna give him his normal hooked nose back" and it wasn't until I was on episode 2 or 3 that I realized that meant Episode 1 still had Pinocchio nose Hades 🤣 So that's something I may go back and fix later on but that's just like, the context of what happened there LMAO

2.) Yes, I've had someone else also point out to me that text issue and I've been neglecting going back and fixing it, that will be something I try to get to tonight!

3.) That's unfortunately a Tumblr thing, my way around it is just to crop each panel individually as much as I can to ensure they show up clearly in the feed, but not every panel will show up equally (despite all being drawn and exported in the same resolution). So my best recommendation for the user end is to either click it open on mobile or on desktop, click it open then right click "Open Image in New Tab". Tumblr doesn't display images vertically quite as cleanly as WT does but I have no plans to upload to WT (as I would get crucified by RS, WT, and the LO fanbase) so this is the only workaround for now until I find some kind of alternative. Sorry about that 😅

Thank you for taking the time to leave those points! Regarding #1 and #2, those are just things I can find time at some point to go back and tweak, #2 is easier than #1 but I'm sure I can still find a way LMAO In the meantime, I hope those responses clear up your questions or concerns!

#lore olympus au #lore rekindled #lore rekindled comic #lore rekindled crit #ama #ask me anything #anon ask me anything #anon ama

[circusmothman]

April - “University AU”

Next entry for the monthly prompt, a tad bit late but I had it mostly done yesterday so it counts even if delayed. That last week of the month was just a no-go for art due to electrical issues, the laptop being out of commission for a few days due to Noisy Fan(tm), and then me also being away over the weekend. But at least I still managed to get the lineart done during my trip.

Similar to last month, we got another AU, but this time it’s the College/University AU, which... I know it doesn’t look like it in the drawing itself, but it is a scene from it. X’D Namely one of Indrel and Mircea’s first dates. Spooder, being the heccin child he is sometimes, wanted to go to the aquarium. He also wanted a kiss by the fishies and a selfie as proof, so this is basically it.

Some details about the AU itself, it was coined by my friend as an attempt to have a more wholesome AU, since they had the tendency to pepper in angst a lot. So they came up with this genuinely cute story, yes it is a student+prof relationship, but it’s on the wholesome side, to quote “Wow this isn’t even my major, hes ten years older, and he should go on a date with me” X’D Mircea was just having a massive crush on his psychology prof and just trying to get Indrel’s attention. Alas, while Lila kept it wholesome, I was the one to bring the angst for once because I realized Indrel would be suffering a lot more from his war trauma in this AU since he is lacking the mental state that let him manage it in canon. Which is how we still ended up with angst and more conflict in the story. It was even going so well, until Mircea decided to test boundaries, went to touch Indrel’s scars despite being told they’re a trigger, aaaaand got his jaw cracked for it. Don’t mess with a traumatized war vet, especially when they tell you not to touch trigger points because they will reflexively lash out :))))

Things were a bit tense for a while after that but they did end up apologizing and rebuilding the relationship. As rocky as the start was, Indrel was quite lonely in this AU and actually having a friend (and later partner) in his life helped him manage the trauma better and overcome the fear of accidentally hurting others as he gained more control over his triggers. Now if only it wasn’t for the anxiety of potentially losing his job over getting involved with a student, at least both of em are grown ass adults. Also doesn’t help that Mircea, territorial lil thing he is, kept purposefully spraying Indrel’s clothes with perfume and leaving make-up stains. At least he was smart enough to not use any cosmetics he actually uses on himself. So as far as everyone else knew, the prof had simply found a lady friend. Indrel was less pleased, but alas, he chose the brat and would stick with him X’D

I was also debating on how extravagant Mircea would be dressing in this AU, especially for just a fun date at an aquarium, buuut Lila had established that he still retains his expensive tastes from canon, and thus he is once more whored up as always. Also experimented with his hair a bit, since he does have a few variations, this time based it on the one other drawing we had of this AU.

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[multiverse-of-souls]

“Surprised you’d ask me, but guess i don’t mind tellin’ ye, We’re a lot different from humans. First we’re run by a Monarchy, We don’t do that whole president thing you guys do, So far the kingdom is held by the Dreemur family and has been for some time. We got very few stipulations on who can rule, the only big one is they have to be a Boss monster since boss monsters have the strongest souls, It helps draw monsters to em’ and gets large populations to listen under lots of pressure.”

A brief consideration as he thought about it before, Swigging just a little bit of ketchup.

“We might all be run by a Monarchy as the main figure head but monsters are actually split up into clans by their species or Soul trait since fellow soul traits often boost each others abilities and are able to do stuff others can’t, There was more clans before the war but i’ll list the major ones who were round back then and are still around now, Clans are led by their own boss monsters.”

“We’s got the Animalia clan which has the likes of Toriel and Asgore, Composed of animal like monsters so the dogs, the rabbits, y'know. Leans toward pink an’ gold soul traits like Dedication or Diligence.”

“The elemental clan, Currently led by Grillby, Used to be composed of only pure elementals, but with how low their numbers are? they now take in any element aligned monsters. Like ice wolf for example, Lotta elementals had souls that leaned toward reds or soft purples during the war since they were front line fighters, So Tenacity or Loyalty.”

“The skeleton clan which as you might have guessed, Has skeletons like me and Paps, I serve as the defacto leader despite not being a boss monster since our numbers also took a massive hit during the war and there’s only three ‘pure’ ones left so to speak, Me, Paps and Gaster. Ere’s a couple of hybrids runnin’ round but our numbers really don’t exceed more then twenty. Our souls leaned towards dark blues or Bright oranges so Integrity and Bravery, We used to be really damn diverse…maybe i’ll tell ye about some of em’ sub-species sometime.”

“There’s the Spider clan which is currently led by Muffet, Real nice lady if a lil’ stingy, Now we call it the spider clan because it does have a lot of spiders however it’s also got a lot else goin’ on. The spider clan basically has the weird, Creepy and anything from Cryptid to things you’d seen in local human legend, Where do ya think those rumors started? All with the spider clan, Spider clan is predominantly Purple soul traits with the only variation bein’ the odd ball adopted from outside the clan into the clan, So curiosity, Perseverance an’ Insight, Stuff like that.”

“..and the last one? It’s technically a moot point now but humans used to have a clan to before the war but it still exists by technicality and i’m sure will be passed down to another, One day.”

A slight cough since he realized he’d been talking for quite a while.

“All the clans have each individual cultures and even more unique customs mixed into each one but to offer one, us skeletons will enchant the rings or earrings or whatever we’re usin’ to propose to our mates with our individual magic before the ceremony so even long after our deaths, A bit of us lives on in each generation they get passed to.”

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#5

“D-dere, alright! I’m Izuku- wait,”

The poor thing covers his face in embarrassment while turning swiftly away from her expression, too scared to see what he could only assume to be the look of absolute regret at how awkward he is.

“Alright, let’s just… ignore that. I’ll uh, I better get going,” izuku’s little blush still dances across his cheeks, smiling bashfully at dere as he waves one last time, the little izuku in his head kicking around at having to leave her when he obviously has no intention to.

Izuku walks about silently into the night, notebook in hand while he waits for the last bus to arrive at the station, he doesn’t trust himself to wait till he gets home- already sketching anything and everything about her that crossed his mind. He stills while drawing out her features, smiling goofily at the papers before snapping back into reality when the bus arrives to take him home.

His eyes glow in glee while his pencil traces out all the technologies that seem to adorn dere, admiration tickling him when he realizes she didn’t even need to use her quirk to get them.

“What a woman,”

The woman now known as Dere's expression was actually quite the opposite to what he was expecting. Her smile was beaming after he reintroduced himself to her. It was funny, it was cute, and completely understandable too. As he cradles his ego and offers her one last wave, she waves back, bidding him goodnight.

It wasn't often she met people like him. People that seemed so... bright? In a way... She didn't know what it was about him. But a part of her now found herself wishing she actually would meet him again. She wasn't doing anything else right now. There were others coming to get those people chasing Izuku. She did want to make sure he made it home safe...

It was a small thought in the very back of her mind before, but now she thought maybe she would see to it he made it there after all.

This wasn't personal it was just... a part of her job. If she so happened to learn a little more about him along the way, it was just an afterthought.

1 note - Posted September 2, 2022

#4

Exiting the alleyway, the men stare the two down evilly, there were three, at least that’s Izuku can see— they adorned themselves in dark attire to hide themselves in the shadows, and the freckled man’s ears perk up at the sound of metal clinking with their movements, weapons probably hidden in their attire.

He unfortunately doesn’t recognize any of them when they show themselves, assuming their intentions are probably unknown even to themselves, he knows this part of town, people hurt to hurt, there was no malicious intent, no reason to cause harm— they just see blood and want to spill it. Thats why Izuku rarely makes it to these parts, especially at this time of night, but he couldn’t help himself, caught in starstruck at the thought of witnessing a new hero’s debut close by— just for it to bite him in the ass.

Despite how his figure towers over hers, Izuku remains stuck standing behind the girl, eyes flickering over her figure and blinking astonished at her attire.

Gadgets of all shapes adorned her while she stood firmly in place, her belt beeping with every tap of her fingers along the buttons implemented on it. A gasp escapes him when all three charge at once, none making an effort to answer her question as they pull out their weapons, knives and guns catching the moonlight while izuku squeals out in fear.

Alas, his worries die down when he watches how calm the woman has been all this time, not moving a single inch despite the men’s rapidly approaching figures, the bottom of her shoes light up— and suddenly he’s reminded of the ones he had when he was a toddler, running around just to watch the colors bounce on the walls of his home. Except, these were nothing like them— she pulls out a sphere from the pouch installed on her hip, dragging her feet back while dropping it only to kick it with a force izuku didn’t know anyone could muster, she aims for the three, the ball soaring in incredible speed before exploding right in front of their horrified faces.

“W-woah,” he mutters the only thing he’s able to say, blinking almost stupidly as the explosion flutters his clothes and hair around, yet he doesn’t budge, eyes never leaving her as she stood proud waiting to study the damage she so proudly caused.

The woman could tell long before Izuku had realized that the people following had weapons. It was in the way they moved as they exited the alleyway. Subtle hints in their movement that seemed inhibited. She had been trained to have an eye for even the most minute details in seconds.

She couldn’t control the sneer that took over her expression once she saw that particular craziness in the eyes of them once they were on the offensive. Seemed to be a thing she came across often on this side of town. Maybe it was something in the air? She hadn’t the slightest clue, but had never really liked it around here.

A flick of her wrist and her shoes are glowing, vibrating now, trying to synchronize with the orb she gathers from her pouch and drops to the ground. There’s a minute click the moment she kicks it. In the air it begins to glow before expanding (though to the untrained eye, it probably looks as if it hadn’t changed at all).

The moment it collided with one of the attacker’s chest it combusts into a wide cloud of light. It looks like your average explosion, but Izuku would be able to tell as the blowback blew his clothes that it emitted no heat? Peculiar…

The woman waited for said explosion to clear. She had expected at least one of them to still be coming at her, but they all seemed to have gone down.

After a few moments of silence, waiting to see if any of them would get up, she would lower her arm in front of Izuku when none did.

She’d murmur something into her wrist before tossing what looked like a coin onto each unconscious body. Said coins would seemingly dissolve after a few moments, and she would turn to him.

“You’re okay, right? Did they hurt you?”

1 note - Posted August 30, 2022

#3

The pure black of the night is comforting. It is that pure black that makes the moon so beautiful, that makes a stage for it to stand upon, that gives the stars their beauty, and provides all with that false sense of safety.

In the alleyway Izuku stretches his arms and touches the buildings on both sides, these walls built so very long ago. They are not the straight perfection of the modern buildings in the newer areas, but each curve and flaw renders them more beautiful still. His fingers dance along the curves and imperfections, he feels the cracks and the pits made by so many seasons of hail and rain while desperately trying to calm his breath at the echoing footsteps that follow his own. He makes a sharp turn to the right —after cursing at himself for staying out late— when he exists the alleyway and runs, only to meet his fate when he collides with another person.

“Ah— s-sorry,” he shuffles a few inches back, blinking at who stands before him, he lets her voice soak in -despite not registering a single word she said- the way her lips form over the words, the way her eyes meets his and never turns away regardless of the steps coming closer to the two. Suddenly he’s stuck in his spot, fingers twitching to hold onto her hand and help her run away with him, except she didn’t react at the figures exiting the alleyway, her melting chocolate for eyes narrowing at them.

Said girl was out minding her business tonight, not necessarily on duty, but still keeping an eye out for suspicious folks. There wasn’t much to do as things in Musutafu had been slow. Which, was technically good. But it always seemed to bother her for some reason when they were.

When things were calm around here it almost always felt too calm. Which normally meant big trouble was coming.

Call it an obsession, but she was always looking for something secret, for some hints of a master plan, for something bad. There always has to be some dark inklings lingering in a society and world riddled with quirks, right? Why wouldn’t there be when anyone could do anything?

Well, anyone with a quirk could do anything. Those without, including herself, not so much. Maybe her need to do good stemmed from a lack of control? From her feeling like she wasn’t enough? From her being tired of the quirkless being seen as less than and not as appreciated?

Yeah, it was probably all of those. It’s why she wanted to become her own hero she never had. Show the world and children without innate power that normal people like them could be amazing too.

Short autobiography aside, she was just about ready to call a colleague and head home. That is, until she heard the sound of quickened breathing and feet scraping pavement behind her. Before she knew it someone had bumped into her.

She would turn around to quite a tall man. He seemed panicked.

“Ah— s-sorry.”

He backs away and seems to freeze up as more echoing steps rush behind him. She can already feel the scowl forming on her face as she steps around him awaiting his assailants’ arrival, an arm raising to her side as if to shield him.

She murmurs to him, “Don’t move, okay?”

There’s an implied I’ve got you there. Though the air may have seemed tense, to him she tried to convey complete calm.

She eyes those that were chasing him, “What do you want?”

1 note - Posted August 28, 2022

#2

In a lonely mood today.

1 note - Posted August 18, 2022

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Looking for mods if anyone would like to check out this blog!

Reblogs would be appreciated 💜. ‘M lonely over here lol.

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[navegandoaciegas]

Not so shy now

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!Reader

Summary: You’ve been pushing Bucky’s buttons for days, and he finally snaps.

Warnings: smut, 18+, watersports, omorashi, dom!Bucky, brat!reader, a lil’ bit of humiliation and daddy kink, outdoor sex, rough sex.

A/N: I don’t usually write dom!Bucky, but I hope you’ll like this!

You weren’t one for the outdoors, that Bucky had found out the hard way a couple hours into your mission together, being the sole witness to your bitching and complaining for hours on end.

10 days later, all he wanted to do was bludgeon you to sleep until the mission was over.

Or alternatively, fuck you stupid until you’d all but forget about your backpack being too heavy, the bugs being gross, the blisters in your feet too painful and the meals too bland.

He’d been painfully hard for days and his ears just needed a break from your endless complaints, and stuffing your loud mouth with his aching cock seemed like a practical solution to both problems.

And Bucky was nothing but a practical man.

“Barnes,” you huffed, voice coming out in a childish whine, “Bucky? Buck? Let’s take a break, I need to pee.”

And of course, the biggest problem that had surfaced in your time together: you drank like a camel but your bladder had the capacity of a toddler’s.

“You went less than an hour ago, you can’t be serious right now.”

You, on the other hand, watched in amusement as Bucky turned around, a murderous glint in his eyes. You wondered how much more he could take, how much more you could push, until your grumpy but collected colleague would finally snap.

You felt giddy with excitement imagining all the ways that vibranium arm of his could put you in your place. Would he slap you, choke you, pull your hair? Would he be condescending or mean, how much would he degrade you, and most importantly how much could you take before you broke?

“I couldn’t really go,” you shrugged, feigning innocence, “I was scared that a bug would crawl up my ass, to be honest. And I have a shy bladder, you know. Can’t pee if you’re hovering behind the trees.”

“I wasn’t hovering,” he cried out in disbelief, crossing his arms over his middle.

You smiled wryly, following the flexing muscles of his bulging biceps with your eyes.

“You kind of have a hovering problem, Barnes. A staring one too but we can unpack all that later, I really need to pee right now.”

You stomped over to him, swinging your backpack over your shoulder and hitting him square in the chest with it, mumbling a ‘thanks’. He let out a wheeze, stumbling back as you kept walking.

“You fuckin’ brat,” you heard him grumble, “Been gettin’ on my damn nerves all week.”

You heard a loud thump behind you, and before you could turn around, you were yanked by the arm, and your back hit the trunk of a tree as Bucky caged you against it with his beefy frame.

“It’s about time someone put you in your place, isn’t it? You’ve been running your mouth, so loud and so fuckin’ annoying, bitching and moaning about everything.”

You opened your mouth to sass back at him, but his rough, callous hand grabbed your jaw, shutting you up.

“I’ll give you a reason to bitch and moan, sweetheart.”

Before you could process it, Bucky slanted his mouth against yours in a messy kiss, all clattering teeth and drool, his hands forcefully roaming over your body, you tightly clutching his biceps for support.

You were dripping already, panties ruined with the amount of slick that leaked out of your pussy.

You’d been fantasizing about this moment for nearly a year, and in the end it had only taken you 10 days to crack your colleague. Although, as one of his hands groped your breasts and the other kneaded your ass, you had the feeling that he would be the one to crack you. And your back, and neck.

His hips bucked against yours, and your walls fluttered against nothing as you felt his hard length press on you. You’d accidentally seen him before, and you knew he was going to fill you up like no one ever could before him.

You could ignore the pressure in your bladder and the simmering pain in your lower belly for the moment, in favor of losing yourself in the warmth of his built body, in the shivers that ran down your spine with every one of his rough touches.

In a blur, your t-shirt was discarded, your bra ripped and your pants and panties shoved down your legs, while he stood completely clothed over you.

His thick fingers weren’t delicate when they cupped your cunt, harshly pressing down on your engorged clit, but he was so intoxicating that you could forget the scratch of his nails and the mosquitoes tormenting your ankles.

Fuck, neither of you smelled like roses after a whole day of hiking, but all that you could feel was Bucky and the goosebumps and love bites he left behind.

He leaned back just to watch his fingers dip into your dripping folds, smirking at the way you shuddered.

“Fuck, I just knew you were a fuckin’ whore, you’re so wet for me.”

He plunged inside you, feeling your walls clamp down on his hand.

“What, cat’s got your tongue? You’ve been pestering me all week, if I knew this would get you to shut up I would have done it before, doll.”

You moaned his name when his fingers curled inside you, and the tingly sensation in your lower abdomen made your eyes widen in realization.

You still needed to piss. A lot. And the more Bucky’s vibranium hand jerked inside your pussy, the more your urge grew, the pressure so painfully, maddening pleasant.

Bucky latched his lips onto your pulse point, sucking a bruise on it. You clenched your thighs, whining in shame and need, as you fought the urge to release in his hand.

If you accidentally pissed on him, you’d just quit your job and change identity.

You couldn’t bear the shame of it, brows scrunching as you willed your tense muscles to hold in.

Bucky was none the wiser, continuing his ministration and mistaking your heaving chest and copious sweat for pleasure.

It was delirious, brain turned to mush as part of you wanted to let go and cum (and piss), while the other restrained your urges, and witheld your orgasm.

Bucky’s thick fingers inched you closer and closer to your release, but you bit on your lip and dug your nails in his back to stop you from falling off the edge.

“Don’t hold yourself back, doll. I wanna see you fall apart on my fingers and on my cock, wanna make you cream my fingers, pretty girl. I know you can do it.”

Your entire body shook as he doubled his efforts, panting against your ear as his arm vibrated inside your pussy.

You squeezed your eyes shut, body on fire as you tried and failed to conjure any gross image that could sour your mood. None of it worked, though.

A sharp yet somewhat delicate slap on your face brought you face to face with Bucky’s pissed expression.

“Damn brat, never doing what she’s asked,” he tsked, shaking his head, “You’re lucky you’re so pretty.”

You whined in disappointment but internally cheered when his fingers slipped out of you, and despite the emptiness he left behind, your aching bladder could finally sigh in relief.

Relief that was short lived when he manhandled you again, spinning you around and slamming you front against the tree, ass up in the air.

“I’ve been waiting for this for so long,” you heard him mumble as he tugged his sweats and boxers down to free himself, “Wanted you for so long.”

He slapped his leaking cock on your ass, hot and heavy.

“Please, Bucky, please,” you whimpered, parting your legs wider.

You should have been begging for him to stop, but the ache in your pussy was too unbearable, and the prospect of his fat cock splitting you in half too appetizing.

“I like the sound of that, c-could get used to this.”

You felt as the breath had been knocked out of you when he breached your entrance, your gummy walls sucking him in. He felt better than you’d imagined all those lonely nights with your fingers down your panties, his name on your tongue as you made yourself cum imagining his hand instead of yours.

His breaths tickled the back of your ear as he gave you time to adjust, bracing one arm against the tree and the other on your shoulder.

Once he started thrusting inside you, the ache returned, stronger than it had been before.

His cock hit all the right spots inside you, which also meant that it jammed against your bursting bladder with each forceful snap of his hips.

The heat in your core was so great that you couldn’t feel the bark scratch against your chest, or the sweat trickling down his hair onto your back.

Again, you wanted to beg him to stop but words failed you, and all you could muster were some broken whimpers as your tongue lolled out of your mouth and you lost your mind on his dick.

The more he pistoned inside you, the more your need to cum grew, the more the idea of pissing all over yourself and Bucky seemed less scary.

“I can feel your tight pussy clamping down on me, doll. So tight, so good to me. Fuck,” he groaned, lost in his own pleasure, cock swelling inside, “‘M all yours, all yours.”

His arm snaked around your waist to pull you flush to his chest, which proved to be an awful move when his hand pressed against your bladder and you shrieked, a spurt of piss erupting out of you.

“God, you’re squirting? Oh God, fuck,” he grunted, clenching his teeth, “I’ve never made anyone do that before.”

You wanted to laugh, and cry.

“Bucky, Buck, stop, please, stop, I can’t, I-“

“Yes, you can, you’re doing so good for me, c’mon.”

“Bucky, no.”

Your tone was much harder than before, and Bucky froze like a deer caught in the headlight behind you.

You could feel his heaving chest on your back, and could sense his confusion in the air.

“But I thought…?” he muttered, pulling out of you, “Did I hurt you?”

You debated lying to him, but settled on telling the truth despite how humiliating it could be.

“No,” you hesitated, drawing in a deep breath, “‘S just, I really need to pee, I can’t hold it anymore.”

The air was still for a moment. You gulped, not daring to meet his eyes. After what felt like a century, you heard a low growl behind you.

“You and this damn piss,” he grunted, “Gettin’ on my nerves again, you fuckin’ brat. Always drinking water and whining like a child.”

His fingers dug painfully in your hips, surely leaving bruises behind. You were too speechless to protest.

“‘Bout time I teach you a lesson, sweetheart. I’ve been too good to you, and like the little brat you are, you’ve taken advantage.”

Bucky slammed his cock inside you again, pistoning his hips with brutal force while his hand found your front again.

The pad of his callous finger traced the bulge of your bladder, tickling the skin before pressing down on the swelling.

You had no time to think or react before your body acted on its own, releasing another spurt of hot piss against the tree.

You clenched your muscles to hold the rest of the piss in, and Bucky groaned behind you, feeling your pussy throb around him. You could tell he was getting off on your humiliation, watching you struggle to keep your dignity as he played your body like a fiddle.

“And I thought you were squirting,” he chuckles, “C’mon, piss all over yourself like the dumb bitch you are, princess. Show daddy how stupid his little toy is.”

Had you been more conscious, his alternating moods would have given you whiplash, but your sole reaction was to clamp down harder on him, biting on your lips until you could taste your blood on your tongue.

His cock dragging up and down your walls, the pressure in your cunt, the pain in your bladder, his hand on your belly, it was all becoming too much.

You opened your mouth to scream and all that came out were incoherent mumblings as you released all over yourself and his cock, your hot piss coming out in spurts as he kept fucking you.

“Dumb fuckin’ brat, you’re gonna be a good girl and cream all over daddy’s fat cock, aren’t you?”

You nodded, trembling head to toe with the sweetest release you’d ever felt, mind completely wiped as you lost control over your own body.

“Daddy, daddy please,” you wailed, “Make me cum, please.”

Your voice didn’t sound like your own as you begged, Bucky’s words lost on you when the ring in your ears got louder and louder.

You didn’t realize you were cumming until waves of searing hot pleasure crashed through you, the orgasm so intense you felt like you were going to black out.

You had the impression of being underwater, blissfully disoriented from reality, Bucky’s cock being to only thing to ground you.

You felt him throb and grow inside you, and he came with a grunt, filling your cunt with his hot cum so much that it began spilling out of your pussy while he was still hard inside you.

You both slumped against the tree, his arms around your chest, his head on your shoulder.

You were covered in dirt, piss, sweat and cum, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

“Not so shy now, that bladder of yours, hm?”

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jouno angst p l e a s e

a/n: y'know i low key suck at angst but i really wanted to do this so...here have a lil scenario </3 used unreciprocated love as the theme 

warnings: hhh jouno’s really mean in this one :’) being his usual dramatic sadistic self or whatever. i tried not to make the ending TOO angsty??

you used the corner of your cape to wipe the blood off of your saber, looking down at the criminals you’d just killed with disgust. when would they all learn their lesson? you hoped it would be soon, since killing wasn’t your forte despite being the central part of your profession.

jouno was nearby, cleaning off his saber as well. the both of you were commonly dispatched together which, in your case, was both a blessing and a curse.

you stole a glance over at him, only to find that his face was neutral and unreadable. it tended to usually be when he was around you, for some reason. you weren't sure whether to take this as a good or bad sign.

“could you please calm that racing heart of yours?? or should i silence it for you?” jouno said bluntly, sliding his saber back into its scabbard.

you jumped in surprise at the sound of his voice, before taking a shaky breath to try to lower your pulse. you could hear it pounding in your ears, and instantly felt embarrassed knowing he’d heard it as well.

swallowing your nerves, you pushed your own saber back into its scabbard as well before turning to face him. “we should probably head back now…?” you offered.

“‘probably’ is an understatement. we’re already going to be late to the meeting at this point.” jouno turned on his heel and pushed past you, leaving you to scramble to catch up.

despite the fact that both of you would be late, neither seemed to be in a hurry on the walk back to base. you and jouno walked side-by-side in silence, maintaining a leisurely pace. the unsaid words you’d been meaning to say to him for weeks swelled up in your chest, making it hard to breathe. should you take your shot now? your mind raced with nervous thoughts as the silence slowly started to suffocate you.

“i know what you have to say, so spit it out already.” jouno interrupted the solitude, sounding annoyed. you looked at him in a panic; how did he always seem to know what you were thinking??

“um...” you scrambled for an excuse, back tracking on your plan. now wasn’t a good time to confess to him, not after he’d called you out like that...

but then again, when would be a good time? seemingly never...so why not go for it now? 

clenching your hands into fists so they’d stop shaking, you drew a breath before saying what had been on your mind for ages: “i was just wondering if you’d want to spend some time together outside of work. maybe we could get coffee or-”

jouno abruptly stopped walking and you bumped into him, not having expected him to stop. “oh! i’m sorry-” you stammered, feeling your heart sinking in your chest. you shouldn’t have said anything, how could you be so stupid?? your thoughts screamed.

jouno smiled, before laughing lowly to himself. you watched fearfully, dreading his reply.

“i’m not entirely sure what possessed you to think it would ever be appropriate to ask me that, y/n.” shaking his head in amusement, he took several steps forward, closing the gap between the two of you. “it’s ironic that you thought i didn’t know already. after all, i’m forced to listen to your insufferable erratic heartbeat every damn day.”

“i-...” your mouth opened to speak but no sound came out. while you hadn’t been entirely sure of what jouno’s reaction would’ve been, you’d never expected it would be like this. you found yourself at a total loss for words, and could hear your pulse thrashing in your ears again.

“you’re a nuisance. and quite honestly, i couldn’t care less about you.” he leaned over you with a threatening smile, tracing his index finger along your jaw to tilt up your head.

it’d be a lie to say that his presence didn’t affect you. even now and in this context, his proximity to you had your stomach twisted into knots. 

“oh…” was all you were able to get out, your voice small and shaky. from the way his smile grew, jouno only seemed to take delight in this.

you looked absolutely heartbroken, and he was loving every second of it.

you winced as jouno suddenly grabbed a fistful of your hair, using it as leverage to throw you to the ground. you hissed in pain, bringing your hands up to your stinging scalp. from your spot on the ground, you watched in confusion and trepidation as he gracefully drew his saber and placed it against your neck rather gently. 

“quite honestly, i’d be doing everyone a favor here. you have no true useful qualities...hell, you struggle to cut down criminals even when your job calls for it. i’ll never understand how you were recruited to be in this unit, but regardless, you’re getting on my last nerve.”

your eyes stung with barely contained tears as you came to the realization that jouno saw you as nothing more than another being to torment and derive his sadistic pleasure from. obviously you’d known he was like this, but you’d never thought he’d turn that behavior onto you. regret weighed heavy on your chest, and you mentally kicked yourself for being so naive. 

“then do it.” you seethed, feeling your face flush in anger and embarrassment. you pushed your head forward so his saber dug slightly into your neck, drawing blood. “go ahead and do everyone that favor.”

you watched in mild surprise as jouno’s smile faded and his face became solemn. there was silence between the two of you until he drew back his saber, sliding it back into its scabbard with a metallic ping.  

“get up. we were supposed to be back at headquarters ages ago.” jouno finally said bluntly, grabbing you by the collar of your uniform to pull you back up to your feet. you hurridly brushed away the blood trickling down your neck as you watched him begin walking ahead of you. 

“we’re co-workers. we can’t be anything more.” jouno said over his shoulder, and you almost didn’t hear it since he’d gotten so far out of earshot. you blinked, contemplating the weight of his words and actions. he was just...so confusing. 

the tears you’d been holding back clouded your vision, about to spill. a part of you wished he’d cut you down as he’d threatened to; anything to spare you from the pain you were now feeling.

#bsd x reader #bsd x y/n #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs #jouno x reader #bsd jouno #jouno saigiku #jouno x tecchou #tecchou x reader #bsd tecchou #bsd x you #bsd headcanons #bsd imagines #bsd angst #bsd hunting dogs #hunting dogs bsd

[dear-yandere]

i heard a rumor.

yandere! tartaglia / childe x reader. scenario, inspired by an interaction ask from @ddarker-dreams​! disclaimer: this is not a healthy relationship.

art belongs to kalasketch (reddit).

“childe, i have a question...” 

you broach the topic gently now that the yansheng teahouse has quieted down. judging by the customers slowly filing out of the venue, it’s nearly closing time, much to your displeasure. you were hoping this night out with your new friend wouldn’t come to an end; as much as you hate to admit it (lest you want to come off as desperate), childe is awful good company unlike most of the travellers hailing from snezhnaya.

whether your curiosity stems from uneasiness or affection is something you don’t dwell on for longer than a second. it’s better that way; better than admitting you may have fallen so quickly for someone you met only weeks ago.

“hm?” he smiles, his head curiously lolling to its side, and you take this as a sign to continue. after all, it was an innocent enough statement, something you hoped he could laugh with you over the last bit of tea left in the kettle.

“well”, you draw a heavy breath, heart against your chest. “i keep hearing these strange rumors about you. people are saying you’re involved in shady business, but that’s not true, right?”

you didn’t think his eyes could get any darker.

even beneath the warm and bright lanterns of liyue, childe’s eyes are colder than the surrounding night. in an instant, gone is the carefree persona of before; the way he looks at you now makes your body run cold. childe takes no measures to mask his sudden change in demeanor. instead, his smile merely grows lop-sided.

and with it, your world tilts a little onto its side.

“strange rumors?” he takes a contemplative sip of his silk flower tea. the smirk grows. “has my little mouse overheard something they shouldn’t have? i suppose i’m quite the oddball around these parts, but then again, what sort of foreigner isn’t?” he waves the notion off, throwing a wayward nod over his right shoulder as if to gesture to the world behind him, to liyue and to everything past its borders.

“rumors are bound to spread when you’re in a new place, don’t you think? when you’re a new face in a place so far from home, there’s not a soul knows who you are, where you’re from, or what your intentions are...” he absentmindedly explains. “and, considering the rumors that surround snezhnaya in general, it’s only natural that rumors pop up here and there.”

your nod is hesitant this time, a stark contrast to the overeager giggles and acquiescences of before. “i see... that definitely makes sense. it must be scary being in a new place, after all..." you say, unable to do anything else besides agree with whatever he says. whether it’s out of fear or curiosity is beyond you.

he smiles. “for some people, maybe. but i quite enjoy it here, myself.”  he snickers at your hesitant enthusiasm, and his tone lowers. “ but, i don’t blame those who believe the rumors. associating with foreigners is always shot in the dark, isn’t it?” his head tilts. “though, i suppose you know all about that, don’t you sugar?”

you’re suffocating.

it dawns on you that the tea table you’re sharing—the one he reserved—is out of view from the main lobby. it dawns on you that the cushion you’re sitting on is situated between a corner. it dawns on you that your back is toward a wall and you that you know nothing of this man.

and you realize just how secluded and dark this corner of the teahouse is.

because despite his clear affections for you—one he made clear from the start—you aren’t privy to his secrets much less any meaningful information about him. the most you have to go off is that he hails from his snezhnaya, a far-away land which fascinates you to no end, and that the name he goes by is childe.

he’s right, you don’t know anything about him. you should have been more careful.

“haha! you should see the look on your face, lil mouse. did i scare you?” he shifts gears in the time it takes you to blink, and so returns the warm smile you’ve grown accustomed to over the past few days. “don’t look so nervous. i’m not a bad guy.” he jokes, leaning back into his chair. he looks picturesque—completely at ease, despite the chaos that tends to follow him like wildfire—but the way he flipped the switch so quickly is... unsettling. the pit in your stomach convulses; what he says next doesn’t help.

“well, i guess you could say i’m just kind of a bad guy.” he smiles with his eyes closed, resting his head on his palm. “but don’t worry, i wouldn’t dream of hurting my little mouse. i want to continue our peaceful dates like this a little while longer, if you’ll have me.”

you don’t nod this time, but he takes your silence as an affirmative. you aren’t exactly discreet about how much you enjoy these dates. this conversation was bound to happen, it’s better it happens now before you get your hopes up.

...before he gets his hopes up.

he downs the rest of his tea and sets the empty cup on the tea tray, his thumb idly tracing its wooden rim. “what you choose to believe is up to you, but i encourage you to remember there’s always two sides to a coin. while i can’t openly speak to locals of my...mmm, night job, if you will—boss’s orders—”, he adds with a lackadaisical laugh, “i don’t have any intention of involving you any further than i already have.”

this time, his smile is genuine... as far as you can tell. you’re not sure what to make of him anymore; you’re not sure if you should even continue to involve with him. but something about the way he’s looking at you—like a cat would eye its prey—says you no longer have a choice in the matter.

“anyway, this conversation’s starting to get fun. got any other questions for me, lil mouse?”

dear-yandere, all rights reserved.

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[azucanela]

pls some headcanons for Bakugou, Shinsou and Shoto when the reader kisses them infront of everyone. Thank you :)

KISSING THEM IN FRONT OF EVERYONE

FT. BAKUGOU KATSUKI, SHINSOU HITSOHI TODOROKI SHOUTO

SUMMARY: in which you and the boys kiss in public, and now everyone is screaming. oh no.

WORD COUNT: 2.1k

WARNING: season three spoliers, insecurities, arguments,

A/N: i wanted to do scenarios bc this was too good ugh thank YOU for requesting this 

BAKUGO KATSUKI

lol so HAVE FUN WITH THIS ONE

you two are already dating but you keep it on the down low because its Katsuki and he’s like ew people knowing i have feelings other than anger? ew ew ew

you’re fine with it, but if he thinks its bothering you he’ll talk to you about it and smother you with affection, but he’ll act like its nothing

wants to rub it in his faces that you are his girlfriend, yes, but also he doesn’t want the teasing that comes with it. he knows for a fact that all his friends would bully him because he is SOFT FOR YOUUU and he’s also just a generally private person

you respect this and like it’s fine woo yeah okay it’s nice being the only one that sees the side of him that’s all soft and cute and affectionate

i can’t really see the two of you slipping up unless it’s influenced by a lot of emotions

where do these emotions come from? you might ask

his kidnapping.

you were a mess, but it was lowkey, real lowkey. and unlike the others you do not support trying to save katsuki on their own, trusting the heroes to do their job is the way to go.

so you don’t go with them. the next time you see your lovely boyfriend is when he’s giving kirishima money

so naturally, consumed by all the fear and panic you felt while he was gone, you kiss him!

and he kisses you back and its really soft and oh-

what a shame the whOLE CLASS IS THERE 

everyone is really confused, but they’re happy because they think that the two of you finally addressed the clear tension between the two of you, all it took was a lil kidnapping

except then you pull apart, completely disregarding them, your hands on his face, “baby are you okay?”

you don’t call someone you haven’t kissed before baby

then it clicks for the rest of the class

SCREAMS.

so much yelling

oh god have fun with that one

the bakusquad is yelling at him for not telling him, the dekusquad is scolding you for not telling them, there’s just a lot of questionable things

katsuki will get SO FLUSTERED because this is not what we wanted

at least the attention was off of his kidnapping now

maybe that was your goal idk 👀

Katsuki really wished everyone would shut up about his kidnapping, it wasn’t something he wanted to think about right now, or ever if he was honest. So much had happened in the past few days and he was still struggling to process all of it, and the disgustingly warm welcome he’d received to the dorms wasn’t helping. It was gross. 

He’d shoved cash into Kirishima’s hand, rolling his eyes when he began to panic at the possibility that he’d taken it from Denki, shutting down the idea almost immediately.

And then he saw her.

Y/N was shoving past everyone and heading to him, and he couldn’t help the relief he felt when he saw her. Katsuki was grateful she hadn’t been involved in the little escape plan Deku had hatched out, but seeing her made him feel calmer than even as she practically tackled him, hands coming to his cheeks as she brought him into a kiss.

Their lips molded together perfectly, his hands coming to her sides and holding her like he’d never let go as her hands gripped his face rather harshly. It would have been the perfect moment, had the rest of his class not been there. 

Y/N seemed to disregard this as she pulled apart, eyes darting across his figure as his brows furrowed at her clear distress. “Calm down, idiot.” His cheeks are turning red as he realizes that everyone is staring, but he can’t help but focus his attention on her as he feels a wave of relaxation wash over him as she begins to run her hands all over him in search of injuries.

“Oh, I’m sorry, for caring about your wellbeing.” She grumbled, wrapping her arms tightly around his torso when her hands left his face. “Baby, you scared me.” His arms wrapped around her shoulders securely, as he rolled his eyes, though Katsuki wouldn’t deny he was appreciating all the attention she was giving him, he was beginning to feel embarrassed as he allowed her to hold onto him.

As if the kiss hadn’t been enough to astonish the rest of their class, the pet name simply amplified their shocked as they all cried out, “baby?” Kirishima had exchanged looks with Mina, who looked equally confused before returning their gaze to Katsuki, a look of betrayal evident on both their faces.

Stupid barbarians. “SHUT UP EXTRAS!” Katsuki exclaimed, holding Y/N tighter to his chest as his cheeks flushed red, he could hear her laugh against his chest. “Can’t a guy hug his girlfriend in peace.” 

“GIRLFRIEND?”

He was grateful for the subject change, though he didn’t appreciate the fact that his relationship had been exposed, until he looked back to Y/N, who beamed at him. 

If she was happy then it was fine he supposed. 

SHINSOU HITOSHI

welp

this one will probably have the funniest reaction

like

you did not just kiss him, in front of all these people, was that a joke?

i think he’s the only one you wouldn’t already be in a relationship with, purely because this is just 10x funnier

so ever since the two of you first started hanging, there have been people criticizing you for befriending him at all, because of his quirk, they just cannot believe that the Y/N L/N is hanging out with Shinsou Hitoshi

but also, ever since the two of you started hanging out, the bullying has lessened immensely, most because you threatened everyone it was really subtle, but they got the message

nobody screws with Y/N L/N

anyways, you two are probably hanging out again, and it’s been a while since you got one of those comments, which is the main reason this one sets you off.

“quit hanging out with that freak L/N, he’s gonna ruin your chances at becoming a pro.” 

shinsou was used to this, and your violent reactions, so he immediately brought a hand to your arm to ensure you didn’t commit a murder, shaking his head at you

you turn back to him, and you’re lowkey glaring at him before turning your piercing eyes back to the other guys

and without breaking eye contact with them, you grab Shinsou’s face, earning stares from everywhere in the cafeteria, and then kiss him

shinsou is shocked

shinsou.exe

you killed him.

he did not anticipate this um, you kinda caught him by surprise with this one, he genuinely did not think it was possible for you to feel this way for him

when you pull away, the kiss is almost like magic

you don’t mess with Y/N’s friends, much less their boyfriend

When Y/N beams up at Shinsou, he can’t help the way his heart skips a beat. It’s ridiculous, he knows this, and he hates that he can’t prevent it. Shinsou is no fool, he knows Y/N L/N, a UA student that could potentially be a member of the Top Ten heroes in the future, would never like him. He wouldn’t be shocked if she befriended him entirely out of pity, given how students used to treat him prior to their unlikely friendship. She’d weaseled her way into his life, despite his attempts to avoid her, ignore her, and even tell her off, she’d stuck around. 

And yes, Shinsou had made the mistake of liking her. On days like this, he’d entertain the possibility that Y/N liked him back, because sometimes she hugged him for longer than average friends did, or maybe she’d press a kiss to his cheek, or even hold his hands.

That was probably just something best friends did.

“Hitoshi! Don’t you know what this means?” She exclaimed, hands finding their way onto his shoulders in the middle of the cafeteria.

Yes, she used his first name.

Shinsou rolled his eyes, trying to keep himself from getting flustered purely because her hands were on him, “Y/N it’s not a big deal, and besides-”

“We’re going to be in the same class!” Her hands move from his shoulders to around them as she pulls him into a hug, “I’m so proud of you.”

He’s shocked that she’s saying these things, and its clear she has more confidence in him than he does. Aizawa had offered him daily training to get him onto the same level as the other Class 1-A students, and he’d be joining them the next semester, assuming everything went well. “It’s no guarantee.” He mumbles, wrapping his arms around her torso.

Shinsou felt Y/N swat his back as she pulled away slightly, much to his dismay, “you’re so talented! Of course, he’s gonna let you in.” 

She sounded so sure, and Shinsou felt his heart swell with pride. 

He moves to speak, only to be interrupted by a passerby, “L/N. Come on, quit hanging out with that freak.” Y/N recognized him, James, he’d bothered Shinsou before, and he’d tried to get Y/N to stop hanging out with Shinsou and been unsuccessful. “He’s just gonna ruin your chances at becoming a pro.”

Y/N pulls away slightly from Shinsou, her brows are furrowed as she moves to confront him, only for Shinsou to grab her arm, shaking his head. “Don’t.”

Turning to glare at the guy, Y/N scoffed, “is this because I rejected you?” 

“He asked you out?” Shinsou asked, but Y/N gave him a look that said they’d discuss it later. She could remember the day vividly, he’d asked shortly after she returned from hanging out with Shinsou, telling her she could do so much better, and so much better meant him. 

She disagreed. And now Y/N couldn’t help but feel bothered as their argument begins to draw attention from others within the cafeteria, she can see in the corner of her eye that Izuku has come to a stand. Though Iida is grasping his shoulder to try and prevent him from doing anything irrational, they all knew Y/N could stand on her own. 

James scoffed at her words, “you probably rejected me because he made you.” The implications were dark, the idea that Shinsou had forced Y/N to befriend him and reject James, though he’d never used his quirk on her and swore he never would. 

Shinsou found himself releasing Y/N’s arm, taking a step backwards as he sighed, only for her to grab his hand and yank him closer before taking his face in her hands and kissing him.

She was kissing him.

Oh.

Shinsou’s mind empties as Y/N pulls away, turning back to James as she says, “my boyfriend doesn’t need to make me do anything.” And the boy practically stomps off in frustration, grumbling about Shinsou’s stupid quirk or something of that sort. Not that either of them are paying attention as Y/n brings a hand to the back of her neck awkwardly, searching her mind for an explanation.

“Boyfriend?” His voice is soft, small, and he knows there are other people in the cafeteria but he can’t bring himself to care about their stares. 

Y/N turns to him, and she feels her cheeks warm as she tries to avoid his eyes, “well. Only if you want to-”

“I want to.” Shinsou replies too quickly, his cheeks flushing.

Y/N nods, “cool.” 

“Cool.” 

Izuku can’t help but beam as he watches the interaction, hitting Iida’s arm repetitvely as as he exclaims, “does this mean I’ll be able to study his quirk more?”

Tsu just sighs, “this means we don’t have to listen to her pining anymore.” 

TODOROKI SHOUTO

THIS ONE

probably the most relaxed about it, not flustered at all, you tried thoughh

your relationship isn’t really a secret, it’s just that neither of you are that into PDA. 

there will be occasional cuddling on the common room couch of the dorms during movie night, but that’s seen as normal to the rest of Class 1-A. during dates, there will be hand holding, a kiss on the cheek, an arm around the shoulder, otherwise most of the intimacy is reserved for your rooms

this lack of PDA is why class 1-A was completely unaware that the two of you were dating, 

though you hadn’t tried to hide it, you also hadn’t made it entirely public, you also lowkey thought everyone knew.

mostly because it was so blatantly obvious that shoto was in love with you, but the entire class thought he was unaware of his own feelings and you were just oblivious 

oh how wrong they were

you come into class one day and you see shoto and you’re just like lol hi babe and you kiss him, he kisses back, LIKE IT IS THE MOST NORMAL THING

he’s temporarily caught off guard because like i said you two don’t really do PDA, but he digs it, 10/10 would kiss you again in front of everyone, mostly because after all of the CHAOS that this kiss causes, the other boys in the class stop blatantly flirting with you

speaking of chaos

the class erupts into PURE CHAOS

so much yelling and screaming, they are so confused, have fun explaining that one

shoto is equally confused as to why they are confused and you’re just laughing because you knew this would mess with their heads. he ends up getting a little flustered by all the sudden attention the two of you are getting, but maintains his apathetic attitude.

Shoto places his bag beside his desk before pulling his things out one by one to place them onto the desk along with the small cup of coffee. Shoto wasn’t really the coffee type himself, he preferred tea, Y/N on the other hand had an obsession if he was honest. Of course, he enabled this obsession, he liked being the one to bring a smile onto her face. 

Yeah, he was whipped.

He could tell when Y/N entered the room because the atmosphere seemed to change entirely, she seemed to brighten everyone’s mood despite how early it was. Greeting their other classmates, she began to move towards him, seeing that he was holding a cup of coffee, Y/N raised a brow. “You drink coffee now?” She asked as she placed her things down. 

Shaking his head, Shoto extended the hand with the cup of coffee towards him, “it’s for you.” He explained, small smile on his face.

The rest of their classmates watched the interaction, Kirishima punching Kaminari’s arm as he exclaimed, “so manly!”

Bakugou scoffed from beside the both of them, “if he was really manly then maybe he’d actually ask her out.” Crossing his arms, he averts his eyes from the two, finding the class’s obsession with their relationship a tad ridiculous. Though everyone seemed to be at least slightly invested in the potential outcome at this point. 

“Whatever, Bakugo.” Mina says, “L/N has the prettiest boy in class wrapped around her finger- ugh! I want someone to love me like that.” She places her head in her hand, brows furrowing as she stares at the two. Y/N is smiling widely at Shoto, who returns her smile with one of his own. 

And then Y/N kisses him. As though this is an everyday thing. 

Mina practically jumps out her seat, and though Bakugo would never admit it, his mouth gaped open in shock as she cried out, “did you two just kiss?!”

Shoto’s cheeks are red as they pull away, though his face remains apathetic as he looks to the ground and Y/N replies, “can I not kiss my boyfriend?” She tilts her head in confusion, laughing slightly at the outburst and the clear shock in everyone’s faces. 

“Boyfriend?” Hagaruke cried out. “Why didn’t you tell us?!”

Y/N’s brows furrows as she looks to the rest of the astonished class, “did you guys seriously not know? I thought we were obvious, I literally call him by his first name-”

“We thought that was because you two were madly in love with each other but neither could confess!” Momo exclaimed suddenly, her cheeks flaming red at her outburst as she slaps a hand over her mouth.

Mina simply nods in agreement, “exactly! But now he’s buying you coffee and-”

Shoto shakes his head in confusion, “I often buy her coffee, normally she finishes it before we get to class.” He looks to Y/N, a small frown on her face, “today she woke up too late for me to walk her to school so I couldn’t give it to her then-”

“You’re so manly, Todoroki!” Kirishima exclaims, though Shoto simply looks at him in confusion as he removes his hand from Y/N’s waist. 

Shrugging, he takes a seat at his desk and Y/N speaks once more, “I just don’t understand how you guys didn’t know.” Standing beside him as he organizes his things while seated, Y/N runs a hand through his hair, and Shoto’s cheeks seemed to redden once more.

“You guys aren’t normally so touchy!” Uraraka has joined the conversation, shock clear in her features. 

Shoto nods in agreement,  “your behavior today is abnormal, Y/N.”

Now Y/N can feel her cheeks warm as she removes her hand and takes a seat t her desk, “you guys are weird.”

Izuku simply sighs, deflating almost as he watches the interaction and leans over towards Iida, “now I owe Kacchan money.” 

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[ptergwen]

Hello loveee! I love your writing. Can I request Peter Parker x Stark!Reader, where she keeps flirting with Peter but he's so oblivious and flustered that he thinks she's just being friendly. Eventually she gets so angry she's like "Pete can I kiss you?" and then he's like "On the lips" and just fluff and dorky Peter all around. Thank you!!!!

hiii thank you so much babes <3 this is a lil suggestive btw

groaning, you plant your feet on the mat as you try to block peter’s punches. your open palm pushes against one of his fists. “stop fighting it.” the hint of a smirk graces his features. “i have something you don’t.” “insanity?” you raise your leg up to kick his stomach, but he catches it. “good reflexes... and super strength,” peter clarifies and proves it by tackling you onto your back. you fall to the mat with a squeal and peter on top of you.

he’s been training you as per the request of your dad, who thinks your combat skills are severely lacking. you’re fairly new to the team, so you haven’t quite found your footing yet. literally. peter knocked you down within the first ten minutes of today’s session. being one of your closest friends and best in battle, it was a no brainer to ask for his help. tony has full faith in his protege to teach you well.

“that was crazy. you’re... you’re crazy,” you pant out, a breathy chuckle passing peter’s lips. “only for you.” although he’s joking, your heart beats a little faster. he still hasn’t gotten off of you. matted curls hang over his forehead, skin glistening with sweat, actual bulging biceps on either of your sides. spending all this up close and personal time together has made you realize how ridiculously hot he is.

even when he wreaks of body odor.

“i like the way you look on top of me,” you comment to test the waters. peter’s cocky expression fades to one of surprise. “how do i look under you?” you’re grinning up at him. “you, uh...” peter gulps before he’s laughing it off. “not tired enough. we should probably get back to work.” he moves to stand up, but you grab at his shoulders. “what’s next?” there’s a suggestive tone to your voice.

“well, your dad said we should cover all the bases,” peter innocently answers and nibbles on his lower lip. that draws your attention to it. both of his lips are swollen, pink. “cool, let’s start with first while we’re here.” you quirk an eyebrow in anticipation. he once again takes it as you messing around with him. it’s just what friends do. his cheeks still tint pink. he can blame it on being overheated, though.

peter attempts a stern look. “we have a lot to do, y/n. i’m being serious.” you’re unfazed. “so am i.” you swipe your tongue across your lips, his gaze trailing down to them. he considers your offer for a moment before ultimately shutting it down. “i- we- we can’t. what would mr. stark say?” he sits up on his knees in front of you, frowning. “oh my god, who cares?” you grumble. “i want my fun peter back.”

when you call him your peter, he’s so close to losing it. he’s so close to giving in to his desires, letting himself enjoy the way your mouth would feel on his. there’s only the fear of your dad finding out that stops him. that, and the fact that he can’t tell if you’re kidding or not. you’ve always been very committed to your humor.

with a sigh, peter holds out a hand for you. you unenthusiastically take it. “you’ll get him... after we finish. speaking of.” he pulls you to your knees by your intertwined hands. “how about if we take a break? i think i deserve it,” you suggest instead and put your hands back on his shoulders. “so do you.” this time, you use them to bring him in closer to you. your forehead comes to rest against his.

“you... we just started. maybe in a bit we can...” peter trails off, arms wrapping around your waist instinctively. his warm breath fans across your cheeks. he watches as your lips curve into a smile. “pete?” you search for his eyes, continuing when they meet yours. “can i kiss you?” “you mean, like, on the lips?” peter wonders aloud. only he would ask that. “yeah, peter. where else?” you laugh softly and move a hand to the back of his neck.

“i dunno. that was stupid, that was stupid.” he easily guides you forward so your bodies are pressed together. his flushed face holds a grin. “please kiss me, before i say something dumb again.” “you could never,” you hum, lips brushing his before they fully collide. peter is quick to reciprocate, smiling into it as he finds his pace with you.

your kisses naturally move to his bottom lip while his stay on your top. his hands come to support you by the small of your back, your fingers tangling in his hair. he exhales contentedly, which inspires you to give the locks a tug. “y/n/n,” he mumbles your name. “do that again.” giggling, you thread your fingers tighter and oblige. peter in turn deepens the kiss, capturing both your lips once again and leaning over you.

you take the hint and start to lay back down. peter’s hands move to your waist, giving you a gentle squeeze. he breaks the kiss despite himself. “this feels really good. like, it’s amazing.” he pecks your lips for good measure. “and, that hair pulling thing was really hot.” “aw, you’ve got a little kink.” you tease, his face beginning to burn for the nth time. “i feel like a but is coming.”

“but,” peter confirms, smiling apologetically. “we gotta finish your training before we start... this. an hour every day, remember?” huffing, you push at his chest. “yeah, yeah. i remember, peter. let’s just get it done.” he manages to get to his feet without any protests. you take in the damage you did to him. his hair is more disheveled, t-shirt ridden up. he’s also wearing a smug expression.

“you suck,” you murmur and grab the hand he extends to you. he waits until you’re up to respond. “do you?” now, it’s your turn to be smug. “ask me again later.”

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[IMAGE ID; a digital drawing of Martin Blackwood carrying Jonathan Sims from The Magnus Archives. Martin is a fat freckled white man with curly ginger hair that is shaved close at the sides. He has a pair of round framed glasses in a bright red, under the glasses he is wearing eyeliner, and a navy eyeshadow. He has black lipstick, two black snakebite piercings under his lip, and a small black nostril piercing. His ear has a large black piercing that cuffs a chain to a small black piercing higher up his ear, and one final black piercing in the middle. He has a black choker, and then a looser chain necklace with an eye ornament on it. He has a studded lather jacket on that is covered in multiple patches and pins, mostly hidden by Jon: of the visible pins there is a trans flag patch on his chest, and on his shoulder is a large dark colored patch that has A-C-A-B on it in white. Under the Jacket is a black shirt that he has partly tucked into his pants, the shirt has a large anarchy symbol drawn on it in red. Under that he is wearing jeans that are significantly ripped as far as we can see. On his right hand he has several black rings, and his nails are painted black. Jon is a skinny Jordanian man with brown eyes and shoulder-length grey-streaked dark brown hair pulled back into a messy ponytail at the base of his neck. He has a beard beginning to grow that appears to be the product of forgetting to shave. He is covered in a series of small round scars that vary in exact size. He is wearing a pair of rectangle-framed glasses, a plain t-shirt, a pair of jeans that are ripped at the knee, and converse. Martin is carrying Jon bridal style in his arms, and is looking away, he is blushing, though his expression is concerned and appears to be speaking. Jon has his arms wrapped around Martins neck, his cheeks are darkened and he is staring at hte ground with an expression somewhere between fear and the face one makes when they’re having to retrace every step they’ve taken to get here. END ID]

Punk Martin but make it Jonmartin.

Also I wrote a lil thing to go along with this under the cut, its only barely edited because it was mostly for fun so be warned its a big ol mess! But its s2 jonmartin nonsense with Martin being very cool and attractive and Jon being seven layers deep in denial (Also I may have written Jon as a touch autistic because its projection hours tonight i’m too sleepy to mask and that goes for writing too babey)

(Mentions of worms, past injuries, and Jon dealing with some internalised ableism and general foolishness)

Jon forgot his cane.

It’s a relatively regular occurrence, for a multitude of reasons. For one thing it’s something of a recent addition to the list of things he needs to keep track of when he leaves the house. Another lovely parting gift from Prentiss, a worm in his left leg that went just quick enough to start burrowing into the bone before it was removed. 

For another, he really has other things to worry about. And if it doesn’t hurt, it shouldn’t matter. Most days he can get by just fine without it- it hurts of course. But not so much he can’t support himself, and really, does he need it otherwise?

Martin and Tim don’t seem to agree, though Sasha has kept respectfully to herself on the whole business. Martin, of course, he trusts. Albeit only recently. But that doesn’t make him right, his priorities are warped. Naturally. He doesn’t see the bigger picture.

(or at least that’s what Jon tells himself)

Which is what leads to this moment, sitting on a bench outside the shop, single grocery bag by his feet. He’d only run out to get a few things, but somewhere between the his flat the the shop his barely visible limp had become more pronounced as his hip began to throb, then he was halfway through the frozens when he realized he wasn’t going to be able to finish the trip. After that he’d barely made it through checkout to the nearest seat before all but collapsing into it.

And now he’s sitting, stuck. An insurmountable walk from home, without his stupid cane. Which, he notes, he wouldn’t need if he’d brought in the first place. Funny how that works.

“Jon?” A familiar voice jolts him out of his thoughts. Jon jolts upright. Martin. 

He knows Martin lives in the area, a side effect of his... investigations. Though he was unaware he used the same shop. He looks up, a greeting or perhaps a question on his lips that dies as soon as he actually lays eyes on Martin.

Martin is wearing a leather jacket. Not just a leather jacket of course, but that’s the first thing Jon can process. He’s wearing a studded leather jacket covered in various patches that advertise various opinions and identities that Jon doesn’t have time to think about. His  jeans are about as much rip as they are Jean, and he’s got piercings- and eyeliner. he’s dressed like he should be riding a motorcycle, not the beat-up red bike he’s got beside him.

“Are you alright?” Martin says, and Jon realizes he’s been staring.

“Are you going to a costume party?” Jon blurts instead of answering. A costume party would make sense, of course. Martin doesn’t dress like this, he dresses like- like-

It occurs to him dimly that he’s never encountered Martin outside of work, at least never in a scenario that would allow him to change out of his work clothes. And some part of him has always assumed that sweaters and khakis were simply how he dressed. It suited him, really. Or Jon had assumed, but then again he assumed anything familiar is suiting.

“Wh- A- no?” Martin answers, looking vaguely offended. Jon flushes.

“I- sorry, I just- I’ve... I didn’t think you seemed the type to dress... like that...?” Jon fumbles, pathetically trying to salvage the conversation. Judging by Martins expression, he’s failing.

Martin opens his mouth to say something, and Jon realizes there’s likely no coming back from this particular mortification. He snatches the bag by his feet and moves to stand. Some excuse already tumbling out when the reason for his sit-down, which had dulled to a shockingly forgettable throb, decides to remind him of his place in the world.

He lets out a cry of pain, and crumples. Only stopped from hitting the ground by a pair of arms that wrap around his chest and under his shoulder. 

“Oh my god, Jon. Are you alright- what- is it your leg? Where’s your cane-” Martin babbles, Gently replacing Jon on his bench as Jon breathes through gritted teeth.

“It’s fine- i’m fine Martin I-” he sighs, studiously avoiding Martins gaze. “My cane is at home.” He tries not to sound chastised as he says the last part- he shouldn’t have to after all. He’s still Martins boss. He shouldn’t be looking away like he’s been caught at something.

“Jon” Martin sounds exasperated, and Jon crosses his arms. Once again, nothing like someone being scolded. He’s not being scolded. He’s an adult. “How long have you been sitting here like this?”

“I...” Jon begins before trailing off, he’s not actually sure. The period between sitting on the bench and the pain dulling enough for him to think through the fog is something is a blur. He is pretty sure someone asked if he was alright at some point. His lack of answer seems to be enough for Martin though.

“Just give me a moment.” He says, stepping away from Jon over to his bike- which has fallen over onto the ground -pulling it upright and over to Jon on the bench. He pushes down the rusted kickstand with a hearty kick- and Jon briefly notes he’s wearing steel-toed boots -and sets the bike gently upright.

“Okay, so! If you sit on the bike I can push it, and you can get home and rest that leg without jostling it too much by trying to walk without your cane.” He says pointedly. Jon makes a face,

“This... this really isn’t necessary Martin- I’m perfectly capable-” He grumbles, waving a hand dismissively. But a glance at Martins expression shuts him up quick. 

“Do you think you can stand?” He asks. Jon pauses, the memory of the white-hot flash of pain still fresh in his mind. He grimaces, shaking his head. Martin hums thoughtfully. “Alright, would you be alright if I picked you up? Just for a moment to get you on the bike” He asks carefully.

Jon hesitates, looking between Martin and the bike. And weighs his options. After several seconds he nods. Martin smiles, and Jon feels something in his chest flutter. Anxiety at his decision most likely. Or perhaps nerves in relation to sitting on a bike, he’s never ridden one- of course Martin will be doing all the work but surely there’s some sort of balance required isn’t there? Really he shouldn’t be riding a bike like this-

Those thoughts are all swept away at the feeling of large warm hands gently scooping him off the bench. He instinctively throws his arms around Martins neck for support as he’s lifted into the air. 

He can feel Martins chest warm against his side as Martin holds him close, one hand on his shoulder and the other supporting his legs. He’s being cradled by his subordinate, carefully as so not to jostle his leg. And all he can think about is how warm Martin is. He’s large and soft despite all the sharper accessories and he smells a bit like leather and tea on top of whatever soap he uses. Probably something that Jon wouldn’t be able to name with a gun to his head. And Jon can see the freckles on Martins cheeks and neck close enough to count if he wanted to even as he looks away, saying something Jon can’t quite parse because he’s too busy reeling from the realization he’d be happy to sit in Martins arms like this for the rest of his life.

His face goes hot and he forces himself to look down at the ground. The pain is clearly messing with his head, or perhaps the sleep deprivation. Or perhaps he’s still riding the high from that moment of realization that Martin isn’t trying to kill him, that he can trust him. 

Either way he’s not thinking straight, which is why he’s dissapointed instead of relieved when Martin gently places him on the bike with the exact amount of care he took in picking him up. Which shouldn’t make him feel so oddly jittery but it does.

The ride is quiet, aside from awkward instructions from Jon on where to turn as Martin guides them carefully along the sidewalk. They miss a turn once because Jons too preoccupied with the feeling of Martins arm bumping against his shoulder as he guides the bike.

And then they’re at Jons flat, and Jon once again feels that misplaced disappointment. He wonders if perhaps Martin will carry him up to his flat, and his face burns again as the silliness of the thought hits him.

Martin does very, very briefly lift him to help him off the bike when he stumbles. But his leg has recovered enough that he can make it up to his flat without assistance, or so he tells Martin. Who looks unconvinced.

“Let me at least walk with you, yea? That way I know for sure you got home safe.” He insists, and Jon forced himself to be displeased with the situation.

It ends up being a good thing Martin came along though, a partway up the steps the railing is no longer enough to support Jon, and he ends up half-carried the rest of the way. Martins arm under his shoulder, his own loops around Martins back, gripping the jacket for support. He can feel his head drifting at the contact- Martin is just so damned warm and safe and Martin it’s impossible not to get distacted.

He forces himself to think about something else, anything else. The jacket- he can feel the leather under his fingertips and it’s as good distraction as any.

It’s a nice jacket, really. Clearly well-worn. And it does suit Martin, in an odd sort-of way.

Jon winces internally, remembering the conversation from earlier. He hadn’t meant to come off so... well. It doesn’t matter. Except that it does, even though it doesn’t, but it does.

Once they reach Jons door, he pushes off of Martin to lean on the wall while he fumbles for his keys. Martin lingers as he does so, twiddling his thumbs awkwardly in the silence.

Jon finds his keys and sighs in relief as the door swings open.

He nearly wanders inside and shuts the door before remembering basic human etiquette. He pauses in the doorway, turning to Martin. Who smiles awkwardly.

“Thank you.” He says stiffly, still leaning heavily on the doorframe. “That was... very kind. Of you.” Martin shakes his head.

“It’s nothing, really. Couldn’t exactly just leave you there, could I?” 

Jon shifts awkwardly, wincing at the brief weight on his leg. He’s right of course, morally at least. If not logically.

“I... I suppose not.” He says, hesitating before adding “I’m sorry.”

“Look, Jon. I already said it’s fine-”

“No-” Jon grimaces “not for that. I- I meant... for what I said. About your clothes. They don’t... I just- I didn’t expect it, and I may have come off as... rude.” He mutters

“Oh.” Martin says flatly, Jons sure he’d forgotten about that until just now, and he wishes he could have kept it that way.

“they do suit you, though.” He says, after an awkward pause. “Your clothes, I mean. It looks- you look nice.” he finishes as genuinely as he can- he does mean it. Of course, he just doesn’t know how to make it sound like he does.

“Oh” Martin says again, brightening slightly, his cheeks going blotchy red in a blush. “I- er- thank you...? I suppose?”

“Yes. Well. Your welcome, I suppose.” There’s another awkward pause, Martin isn’t quite smiling at Jon, but there’s something soft in his expression Jon can’t quite parse. “ Have a good day, Martin.” He says finally, after a long pause. Martins cheeks redden again.

“Oh- yeah, er. You too Jon- and take care of yourself. Alright?”

Jon nods, and Martin smiles. And Jon thinks he’d like to see Martin smile a bit more.

He waves as Martin heads down the stairs, he can hear Martin humming as he goes.

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