#I can do whatever the hell I want with the guy as long as I make sure they're still a little unhinged and silly

[lambilegs]

I adore your best friend's older sister! Sevika headcanons, literally been rereading since last night 😫

I had a thought, a little crumb, a little ✨food for thought ✨, but what about Best friend's older sister! Sevika getting jealous. Maybe they aren't together yet and she spots reader getting a lil too cozy with another friend. Or maybe they are together and Sevika is not liking the way reader's coworker is gettin a lil too comfy 👀😤

I've truly thought about this too often lol, sorry for the rambles ♡

best friend's older sister!sevika getting jealous <3

note to anon: BAE DON'T APOLOGIZE THIS IDEA IS SOOOO <33 and omg thank you so so much!! I'm so happy you like it hehe. so, I decided to expand upon the first idea you gave because it's so so good, though I LOVE both. like, thank you so much for sending these thoughts AHHH <33

so, I totally agree with you that best friend's older sister!sevika would definitely be possessive. it's only worsened pre-confession because you're not hers yet, so she doesn't feel like she has much of a right to do anything about it. at least if you guys were together, she could wrap her arm around your waist or kiss your head, something silent to signify to others that you're hers.

but, as much as you two have teased and been pushing and pulling these past few months, that's all it's been. push, pull, push, pull. no confession, no asking out, no dates. and, listen, sevika doesn't mind the long game necessarily -- she knew from the get go that if she was gonna be pursuing you, it'd have to be serious. she wasn't about to get into some vague, unidentified shit with her sister's best friend. not only would her sister kill her for that, but it's not even what she's interested in in the first place. it's easy to talk to you, to trust you. it's easy to want something longterm with you. but, longterm means she needs to put in the work of trusting you. and for her, that takes a while. so, she doesn't mind the long game.

what she does mind, though, is that taking things slow means that in this whole getting-to-know-you phase, she doesn't know exactly where your head is at. if you want something serious, if you're ready for a relationship. she knows she should be asking you these questions, but as much as she hates to admit it, it makes her uncomfortable to think of being so honest about these feelings of hers. and what being honest could potentially lead to, like a pierce into your guys' relationship, whatever the hell it is.

but, goddammit, is it fucking hard to not grab you, drag you to her room and show you exactly how she feels when you're on the living room couch, canoodling up to one of the girls in yours and her sister's friend group. she knows how it is for you guys. no boundaries, endless amounts of teasing, flirting, nasty jokes. but, that doesn't make it any easier to see you nuzzling your head into one of their shoulders, the two of you swapping and laughing hysterically over suggestive comments about leaving the room to do some "private activities."

sevika grits her teeth from where she can hear the conversation, gripping the handle to the fridge hard. she sucks in a sharp breath, shakes her head, and grabs her bottle of water from the side shelf. shutting it close quietly, she makes her way to her bedroom, sock-clad feet heavy against the wood.

when she walks past your group, practically cuddled in the living room, she nods quietly at the group of you guys, feeling her shoulders tense up when you and her make eye contact. your head darts off your friend's shoulder, and she nearly snickers. you really aren't subtle when it comes to paying her attention. and today, she doesn't feel like returning it, her stomach clenched in anger over the unabashed flirting she just overheard.

she's in the middle of tinkering at her desk, tweaking some annoying shit that keeps making a scraping noise every few hours, when a knock comes to her room.

"yeah?" she mutters, trying not to throw the screwdriver right at the wall.

when you poke your head in, she glances at your momentarily before continuing her work. she hates how her stomach flips at your arrival, how she suddenly feels clumsy with the tools under your gaze.

"what?"

you start from where you lean on her doorframe. "I just, um, wanted to check if we're good?"

"just peachy," she huffs out, dragging her wrist past her brow, which is sticky with sweat. "why?"

"well, um..." you trail off, shifting on your feet. "you usually smile or say hi now, and right now, you didn't."

she feels a flash of irrational annoyance. she doesn't like the fact that you can read her so easily, as though you have her constantly under a microscope. she doesn't wanna have to deal with her jealousy, her feelings, but you cornering and confronting her like this doesn't make that easy.

"I'm fine."

she blinks hard at the gears when her bedroom door softly clicks shut.

"no, you're not. sevika, come on, what's wrong?" you trot over to her desk, standing right next to her, shoving your presence into her space. "tell me."

she sighs, her body stiff with embarrassment and irritation at your stubbornness. god, things would be so much easier if you weren't so damn feisty, always snapping back at her. but, at the same time, though she'd never tell you, she can't help but like your persistence.

"do you have to be so damn flirty with all your friends?" she bites, immediately regretting the words as soon as they shoot out. so much for subtlety.

your head jerks back. "that's why you're upset? sevika, I've always flirted with them, you know that. I'm sure you've seen your fair share of it for years now."

"yeah, well, now, it's different." she keeps her eyes locked onto the desk, and when she realizes just how thinly veiled the implication of her words are, she rushes to add, "now, I think it's risky shit. you know, someone could get the wrong idea."

you scoff. "it's been like this for years. no one will get the wrong idea."

she rolls her eyes, grumbling incoherent words. she knows you're right. she's made her own fair share of jokes like that with her buddies, even the ones she wouldn't be caught dead with in any lifetime. and you're right, your little gang has always been like this. but, none of that helps to dampen the burning irritation that grows in her stomach when she sees you being so touchy with someone who isn't her. with someone who may think they have a chance with you, no matter how slim. she doesn't want you to have options, she wants to be the only one you see in that way.

"and I don't want you to get the wrong idea, either."

she freezes at the words, her hand stilling.

you inch in closer and your warm palm rests on her shoulder. she feels something stir inside her at the touch, wishing you'd slide the rest of your hand down her arm. you guys have touched briefly, sure, but it's usually fleeting, teasing. this, though? this is tender, and -- it's intimate. you're trying to reassure her, she can tell. she knows it's a nice thing to do, but a part of her cringes at the fact that her feelings were so badly concealed that you even needed to comfort her at all. she should be better than this.

"I don't see anyone in my group like that, okay?" you pause, and the silence between you two thickens. right before it becomes suffocating to the point of sevika forcing herself to respond, you add, your voice quiet and shaky, "trust me, it's not my friends whose attention I want like that. just one other person... who's close by."

her nostrils flare, her breaths feeling tighter than before. are you saying what she thinks you are?

"okay," she manages to get out.

"okay." your hand slips from her shoulder, and she feels the cold of your absence as you turn to leave. without thinking, her hand flies up, catching yours.

your head whips to her in surprise, eyes wide and curious.

she thumbs at your pulse point, some of her confidence regaining through feeling how it spikes. but, still, there's an undercurrent of discomfort, so she tries to steady her voice before saying, "you know, I have a pretty good shoulder too."

you laugh, ducking your head down. sevika tries not to pull you in closer, coax you to look at her when she talks. "yes, I'm sure you do," you respond, a sarcastic lilt to your voice.

"well, obviously. you're always checking me out when I work out."

you splutter, eyebrows scrunched indignantly. "well, that's because you insist on working out in front of us always! for all I know, maybe you're the one who's into someone in our group."

your voice is mocking, but sevika hears the tremors of it towards the end. are you nervous that she maybe is into someone else but you? or are you hopeful it's you?

you gave her a bit of assurance, so she might as well return the favour.

"maybe there is someone I'm trying to impress. someone who'd maybe notice that more if they weren't always shoving their face in other people's chests."

she can see how your eyes bulge at the semi-confession, your palm slick with sweat in her hand. your mouth flaps open for a few seconds, before shakily saying, "well, you did offer yourself up as a substitute."

her cheeks ache with how hard she's trying not to grin too widely. "don't get too excited."

you wring your hand from her grip, smiling coyly as you reach for her doorknob. "I'll try to contain myself."

[mindless-existence1]

Hi! Could I request a reader!insert × Canon!katsuki where the reader keeps a cat in her dorm and Bakugo has to fight it for attention from her?

Summery: Literally just the request, a bit changed but still the same for the most part.

Authors note: This is the first request I am tackling from the list of things I need to write! Sorry for the long wait 😅😅 kinda short but hope you enjoy

You can feel your boyfriends glare from across the small comforter. It was currently a late night movie date at your dorm, Bakugo had let you chose your favorite movie while he got the snacks. At the beginning of the night you had snuggled up with your boyfriend but that quickly change when your cat had decided to lay on you.

He had chosen to lay himself squarely on your stomach, making it difficult to move at all. Not that you would in the first place,hoping to keep him there for as long as possible. Bakugo just rolled his eyes and grumbled something as he moved away from you to the other side of the bed. "Ah suki don't be like that." You whined when he layed down across from you.

"If you want to cuddle your cat instead of me than I don't see shy I'd be other there in the first place." You roll your eyes, but smile. "Didn't know you wanted to cuddle with me so bad." Bakugo groaned in annoance at your words.

"How could anyone hate this little guy. He's so perfect and amazing." Your hand softly pets the back of the soft feline, you coo at him as he purrs. "Oh my God I hate that thing." You gasp loudly in dramatic offense. "How dare you, you big bully! He's literally just a little guy. He's a baby and he's my baby."

Bakugo rolls his eyes but looks over at the cat laying on your chest. He watches the kitty's chest rise and fall as it purrs from your pets. "Besides maybe he'd like you more if you were nice to him." Bakugo grumbles a 'whatever' and fixes his eyes back on the movie.

"Suki why don't you come here and lay with us." Your boyfriend gives you a side eye that makes you laugh. "Hell no." You shake you head playfully. "Common babe just lay next to me and maybe he'll even lay with you."

Your words makes Bakugo think for a moment before he sighs and maneuvers himself back next to you, the spot still warm. You lay your head gently onto his broad shoulders. Ever so slightly, and without your boyfriend noticing, you softly nudge your cat towards Bakugks chest.

Before he can protest you cats is stepping onto the hard tank top covered chest. ,"What the hell?" Despite his protests bakugo doesn't push the cat off, instead looks over at you as he lays down. "See its not so bad." Your boyfriends hands are raised away you his chest, nor sure what to do with a cat.

You chuckle at his behavior, it grows when you see the look of suprise when the feline starts to purr. The blond just looks from the cat to you. "You can pet him babe, just be gentle. And promise not to blow him up." Your joking tone goes unnoticed as Bakugos hands slowly move towards your cat.

The purring intensifys when your boyfriends naturally warm hands reach the cats fluffy sides. You watch him for a moment before discreetly grabbing your phone. Ever so carefully you sneek a photo, it show cases your boyfriend gently petting a very happy cat.

Bakugo looks over at you making you quickly put your phone down. "Do not tell me you just took a picture." Feining innocence you shrug your shoulders, "I didn't take a picture." The blond scoffs. "Don't lie either." You chuckle, putting your phone out of his limited reach.

"I swear to God I'll blow up your phone if you don't delete that!" Although Bakugos angry he keeps his moments small and his voice quieter than normal as to not disturb the sleep cat on his lap. "But it's the cutest picture in the world, it's of my two favorite boys!"

Laughing as you keep your phone high in the air, normally this wouldn't work from how big Bakugo is compared to you, but now you get to go to your settings and do your work. "There now it's my wallpaper!"

Yiu show your phone screen to your boyfriend making the blind yell out. "Like hell it is, give me the phone!" You just laugh, "No way I this is the best wallpaper I could ever have!" Bakugo stops his antics and puts his hand down with a groan.

"Watch your back." He grumbles, you know it'd an empty threat though from the way he says it. The way he's still gently petting the cat on his lap doesn't go unnoticed either.

@phtmmsqrde

Masterlist

Mha Masterlist

[gaywarcriminals]

YQY getting hit with truth serum so he has to confess The Secret to SJ is definitely a thing, because jesus fucking christ ANYTHING to make that man talk, but I think the potential for an even larger audience is fantastic.

A scenario like SQQ's trial. Things are dug up. Other things are implied or even fabricated. YQY is on trial. He's presented with some kind of truth serum. He refuses to take it until it's clarified that it won't compel him to speak, just prevent him from lying. He takes it.

They were lying. It absolutely does compel him to answer any questions asked of him. And the results are completely unhinged.

The Xuan Su thing doesn't even come up. It doesn't need to. In an attempt to paint him as scheming and ambitious, he's asked why he became sect leader.

"So I can give Xiao Jiu whatever he wants."

The assembled crowd: ?????

Is this Xiao Jiu a....mistreess? A son? What the hell. Questioning continues, and Yue Qingyuan's insanity is put on full display.

"What if 'Xiao Jiu' wanted to be the sect leader?"

"I would make him the sect leader."

"Surely the other peak lords of Cang Qiong would object. What would you do, then?"

"Whatever I had to."

Whatever they were originally asking about gets seriously derailed as they realize that this guy, arguably the most powerful cultivator in the world, is singularly obsessed with a person he calls 'Xiao Jiu.' Why did he seek power? Xiao Jiu. What is his ultimate goal? Xiao Jiu.

It's also starting to seem like maybe Xiao Jiu isn't exactly a willing participant.

"What does Xiao Jiu ask you for?"

"To leave him alone."

Okay. So his attentions are unwanted. Yikes.

Further questioning reveals that this mysterious person seems to hate Yue Qingyuan, but is regularly subject to his attentions anyway.

The one question he won't answer is 'who is Xiao Jiu.' He's bleeding from the mouth and eyes, but he just shakes his head or says, "He told me not to call him that."

In the audience, no one noticed Shen Qingqiu's total bluescreen, because honestly? All of the peak lords are feeling pretty lost for words right now.

I dunno, I just think it's specifically interesting to a) have a public reveal that this man is a lunatic, and b) have SQQ find out the depths of YQY's devotion without being able to get the answer he wants most.

This would drive SJ absolutely insane. On the one hand he’s happy that YQY isn’t spilling every little detail of their past for these vultures to pick through, on the other hands where the fuck is this coming from??? What sense do these answers make in the mouth of the man who abandoned him? If it was anyone else saying these things he’d be wildly uncomfortable, but this is just confusing (if he were to really sit with his feelings, he might realize that any immediate sense of revolution was swept away by a long-dormant sense of possessiveness). He intends to grab YQY and shake him as soon as YQY stops giving the OPM grounds to charge him with stalking or harassment or something, and YQY will just give him guilty eyes because he things SJ is mad about every he said on the stand 😔. Actually scratch that for qijiu’s benefit the potion should still be in effect, so the moment they’re behind doors SJ can furiously ask why, if YQY doesn’t despise him, he saw fit to abandon him back then and every day since their reunion. YQY can try to hold himself back from speaking to the point of coughing up blood again, which only enrages SJ further, and eventually YQY is forced to speak his explanation through his rough and bloodied throat. SJ is have every single emotion today and has a 50/50 chance of learning what YQY’s blood tastes like (for normal kissing reasons. Normaler than usual).

On a different note, I felt palatable anxiety reading the first part of the ask because I thought you were going to say that YQY confessed about Xuan Su in public, his greatest weakness and a questionable/unnatural feat of cultivation that he could well be criticized for. I legit think that if that happened SJ would consider killing everyone else in the room to stop the secret from getting out— he doesn’t have time to process all the complicated emotions from what YQY just told him, he only knows that’s it’s intolerable for YQY to be this vulnerable in front of people SJ distrusts or despises.

[pyxrin]

All In Against the House

Aka: A demigod runs into the Task Force 141 while on an undeciphered quest. Unbeknownst to her, she rapidly becomes the only wildcard able to give them the chance to win as the underdogs they have yet to realize they are.

AN: This is my cod/pjo crossover fic I got an itch for, so I started writing this and couldn't stop lmao. Didn't edit, and didn't play the games. This is also my first full blown fic, expect errors. Also haven't decided how long I want chapters to be, but expect them on the longer side. Enjoy! ^-^

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Chapter 1: Lucky Hates Mexico, but the People Trying to Kill Her are Worse

Not here either.

Lucky has decided that she doesn't really like Mexico. Las Almas at least. It's dusty and brown, but not brown in the way that movies portray Mexico. It's brown in the rotting wood way. In the hundreds of pounds of dirt that coat her already shabby clothes way. In the grimy windows that are barred by similarly brown rusty bars way. However, she can live with brown. Lucky has been everywhere, continental US at least, so she's used to all kinds of colors.

What she isn't used to is not finding what she's looking for. Or rather who. This is the tenth mostly abandoned building she's searched, and her dad wasn't in any one of them. Lucky doesn't know how much longer she can take it. The anticipation of the mostly silent night, broken by the incessant wind, and the knowledge that there are people with guns is killing her.

With every passing minute, she sweats more cold sweat, her hands shake more, and she is this close to crying. This whole town is terrifying and Lucky can't wait to leave, but she can't leave without her dad. She has no clue why that stupid prophecy led her here in the first place!

Lucky has never been unlucky enough to not find something or someone. Normally she doesn't even have to try, so that must mean that her dad isn't here. As such, she should definitely, totally, leave. The gunshots only work to cement her rapidly forming plan to get the hell out of Dodge.

She yelps as the distant sound echoes and crouches down below the windowsill. Lucky's heart pounds as she feels the adrenaline course through her veins. Everything becomes sharper, and the world becomes clearer. Demigod senses and all. 

She takes a moment to collect her very limited nerves before peeking through the window. The coast is clear. Lucky cracks open the door and pokes her head through. She looks both ways before dashing out, instinctively going left. Lucky doesn't need a plan, she just needs to follow her gut, which has never steered her wrong before. Maybe she can steal a car or something. This is as good a time as any to learn how to drive, yeah?

 Lucky sprints through the alleyways, doing her best to be quiet and stick to the shadows. Even if she has weapons, she's never been good at fighting, especially when it's bronze knuckles vs guns. She sees a couple guys down the alley she just turned down. Big fuckers with big guns. Lucky panics. Sure, they're not monsters, but they're just as scary.

She ducks behind the corner of the building. They didn't see her, but if she doesn't do something soon, they will, and they will try to kill her, and Lucky really really doesn't want them to try to kill her. She will cry. And if they kill her, she won't be able to find and possibly save her dad, and if she can't save her dad, whatever stupid fucking cartel that's coming after him will kill him, and they will both be dead and forgotten by everyone who knew them and doomed to spend eternity in the worst, most boring ass afterlife in Hades, who is probably already mad at Lucky because she fully thought he was gray with blue fire hair. Was the other side of the alleyway always as close as it is now? It feels like no matter how deep a breath she takes, she can't get enough air. Shit. She can't be doing this now! Lucky thought she was getting better! That was the whole reason why she thought she was ready to go on this stupid quest! She can't just freeze up and stop breathing every time she encounters an enemy she can't run away or hide from. Fuck! What was that thing that Chiron taught her? Senses! Focus on her senses!

She tastes saliva and dirt, which is wholly unhelpful. She hears the wind whistling through the city, the pounding of her heart, her labored breathing, small chatter, and the crunch of boots on ground that is steadily getting louder. Wait, louder!? Lucky is fucked. So incredibly fucked. What's next? Lucky feels the chill of the night wind, the sweat on her palms, and the roughness of the wall she's pressed up against. Lucky sees very little, but there is a pretty rock right by her feet, about the size of her hand. 

Wait, a rock!

Lucky picks up the rock, leans around the corner where both men are thankfully distracted and not looking, and chucks the rock as far and as hard as she possibly can. It sails over their heads and crashes into some unseen pile of what sounds like metal cans. The two soldiers whip around and immediately race off to find the source. She hears them say something something soap and something something ghost. Are they giving a ghost a bath? Weird.

She doesn't pay it any more mind as she's too busy slipping by into another side street. She takes a moment to catch her breath, leaning against the wall. Her heart rate finally starts going down. That thing that Chiron taught her actually really helped, even if she totally forgot what it’s called. Lucky was actually able to find and solution to her problem instead of just running away. Maybe she can actually do this whole quest thing, even if there's bumps along the way.

Once back to a relative baseline, Lucky stands back to her full height and glances around for an idea of what to do next. She turns to face back just as the soldiers she thought she properly distracted come around where she came from. They look at her. She looks at them. Lucky takes in a large gulp of air.

“AAAAAAAHHHHH!”

Soap perks up, dropping the body he just took out. The entirety of Las Almas should've been under military control, and that sounded like a girl's scream. What the hell are civvies doing here? Soap doesn't have time or opportunity to worry about whatever war crimes Graves and his men are committing when he and Ghost were minutes away from joining the list of casualties. Hell, it could even be a trap. Who knows what that wanker's thinking?

The girl will have to be one of the many who haunt Soap after he's gone back to his bed and everything's gone quiet. When he can't help but think about the decisions made and the roads not taken. He grabs anything of use from the bodies before moving in the direction of the church. Ghost is waiting.

He doesn't get far before the girl he was seconds away from abandoning comes flying at him considerably faster than he expected her to. She's just a wee thing. Mousey. Or maybe more rabbit-ey with that pink bandana on her head and the edges of the bow bouncing like that. Certainly a civilian currently being chased by close to a dozen Shadows. It's a wonder she isn't dead yet. All of this passes through Soap's brain in an instant, interrupted only by the girl shouting. “RUN, BITCH! RUN!”

It may be the group of Shadows hot on both of their tails now, but he does exactly as she says.

Lucky doesn't know why she trusts Mohawk, but she does, despite all previous experiences giving her a major distrust in any body that upholds the law. She doesn't know where she picked up the extra soldiers either, but it doesn't matter. They just have to find a place to hide. Hopefully their now bad luck will kick in soon.

She follows Mohawk past a lost car and into the alley just by it. She hears the bullets fly by her to hit the car, as well as a small hissing that she ignores. Lucky glances around and gets an idea, and with how she's slowly catching up to her new friend, she can share the plan too. “Boost me! Left wall!” It's a sheer wall, but the building is low enough that she can scramble up there with a boost.

Mohawk doesn't immediately show signs of hearing her, but he does turn on his feet and interlock his fingers, a perfect jumping pad. Lucky continues her sprint, hopping into his hands and leaping to the edge. The soldier doesn't so much as grunt. She pulls herself up and over in an instant. However, she ain't gonna leave him hanging, so she leans over the edge and holds out her hand.

Mohawk looks suspicious, but the sounds of the rapidly approaching other soldiers changes his mind fast. We'll, as far as Lucky can tell. He jumps and grabs onto her hand. “HO-ly shit! What do they feed you?” This bitch is heavy! With a considerable effort, she is able to tug him up enough for him to grab the ledge.

He's just able to get up there when an explosion echoes in the area, followed closely by screams. Lucky steels herself enough for a peek and finds that that car exploded, the fire and debris blocking the area, as well as a few bodies. An event surely caused by misfortune. She cringes and flops back onto the roof. She didn't think that she would enjoy the feel of shitty gravel digging into her back as much as she is, but clearly a near death experience was enough to give her a fresh perspective on the subject. 

She turns her head to Mohawk who looks like he's buffering. She's used to that look. She sees it a lot when people hang out with her. Demigods or not, none are ever really prepared for her, as Dionysus lovingly calls them, ‘batshit crazy, loony tunes ass shenanigans.’ She can only imagine what a mortal would think. Lucky decides that now is as good a time as any for introductions, if only to distract from the sorta magic she just used.

“Hi, I'm Lucky, well, my real name is Lucille, but everyone calls me Lucky! Nice to meet you. Probably would've been better if we weren't getting shot at, but nothing to change that now. Sorry. I talk a lot. At least I’m entertaining! Most of the time; I’ve been told to shut up a whole lot over the past couple years. It kinda sucks, but I understand, not everyone likes listening to a yapper. Actually, I think I’m gonna take their advice now and shut up. Sorry.” Lucky talks even more than normal when nervous,and the more she talks the more likely she is to overshare. Lucky doesn’t want to give away her life story to this stranger, for a multitude of reasons, so being quiet is definitely the best option, despite how she itches to speak and words bubble just below the surface.

Mohawk decides on what to say, for some reason. Introductions aren't that hard, and she knows that he knows English because he did what she said earlier. Her musings are interrupted when he finally huffs. “Steamin’ Jesus, Ahve ne’er bin on a op this weird. Ahm Soap.”

She takes a moment, asks him to repeat what he said. He does, the last part at least, but that doesn’t help at all. Lucky frowns. She... didn't understand a word of what Mohawk said. Like. At all. She's been in life and death situations before, and her ears worked perfectly fine then, and it doesn't feel like she's having a stroke. Aren’t you supposed to smell toast when that happens? Lucky smells nothing but gunpowder, dust, and the burning car. Not that she knows what strokes feel like, or smell like, for that matter. There's only one possibility left. "Did my dyslexia move to my ears?" She asks herself quietly.

He must've heard her because Mohawk bursts out laughing. It makes Lucky jump and her heart rate spike for a moment before she calms. Mostly. She thinks he's much too loud when there are other big ass soldiers on the hunt for them. He's doing like a full-on belly laugh, and Lucky didn't even make a joke! "Ahm Scottish, ye wee lass!" She stares blankly at him for a full minute before she’s able to figure out what the hell he just said. It dawns on her. Lucky’s eyes widen and her mouth drops. She points at him.

“Oooh! You’re Scottish! Fuck!” She exclaims. This is bad. Lucky is very stupid, and even if her dyslexia hasn’t officially migrated to her ears too, yet, the ADHD that comes with the whole demigod thing makes piecing anything that takes more than a modicum of effort incredibly difficult. Wait. what she just said probably sounds really insulting now that she’s thinking about it, and she really doesn’t want to make an enemy of her new friend. “Wait wait wait! I swear I wasn’t trying to insult you or your heritage. I think Europeans are cool! Not that I’ve met all that many, but still! Really it’s my bad because I’m kinda dumb and really bad at words and shit, so it can be hard for me to know what people say sometimes, especially with heavy accents. I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean anything bad! Please don’t try to kill me!” She waves her hands wildly in the hopes of conveying her sincerity.

Lucky’s panicked rambling causes Soap to panic. He just got this girl, and they are in an incredibly dangerous situation; he does not need her freaked out and likely to add to the already very high risk they’re in. He puts his hand over her mouth. She quiets and blinks at him owlishly. “Relax. Ahm Soap.” Lucky finds that his accent isn't as thick this time. Thankfully, she can actually understand him.

After a moment, he removes his hand, but not before staring at her intently to make sure she doesn't restart her tirade. She doesn't. Instead Lucky spouts the first thing that comes to mind. “Like the thing you should never ever drop in the prison showers?” 

Soap sighs heavily and holds his breath to keep his chuckles at bay. It is criminal how good Lucky is at disarming situations “Aye.” She nods with a grim expression. Lucky thinks it's a very unfortunate nickname. Poor guy, he seems like a very nice person, and having a silly nickname is an easy way for people to make fun of someone. She could also see people making fun of his mohawk. 

Lucky figures that this is as good a time as any to ask the important questions. “So what now? Do you have a way out and can I come with?” She prays to her mom that he says yes to both questions. She can’t wait to get out of this fucking city.

“Maybe and aye. Ye were coming with me anyway. No place for a civvie.” He seems to say that last part quietly, but it doesn’t escape Lucky’s ears. She doesn't know what a civvie is, but it feels insulting. Whatever it is, she doesn't want to be it. She can ask him about it later, when they aren't hiding from soldiers who want them dead. 

She peeks over the edge. The coast seems to be clear, and Lucky knows better than to look a gift horse in the mouth. (Are gift horses prone to biting?) She waves Soap over, who pokes his head over the edge beside her. He jumps down and looks up at her, holding out his arms as if he wants to catch her. As if!

Lucky has fallen down larger heights before, imagine her getting help for going down a building that's barely two stories tall? Insulting. Lucky sticks out her tongue at him and jumps down herself. She lands in a perfect tuck and roll. She didn't have to, but she wanted to show off. Lucky has to impress her new friend. They can be hard to find when it feels like every third person who shows interest in her is actually a monster who wants to eat her or some shit.

She dusts herself off and gestures for Soap to go ahead of her. The flaming car blocks the way they came, so the only way is through the maze of alleyways. Soap walks ahead, murmuring something about a lost bird. Lucky couldn't hear him all that well over the ambient noise. Are all military guys this weird? She kinda hopes she doesn't find out. 

Lucky follows Soap, yapping the whole way. “Y'know if every town in Mexico is like this one, I don't wanna come back, but I kinda have to stay in the country for a while until I find my dad. Or I guess I figure out what my actual quest is. I have the prophecy written on a paper, but I'm not very good at figuring out riddles. I think it means that I'm supposed to find my dad. I hope it does at least. I miss him.”

Soap occasionally replies, but his focus seems to be split between her, finding their way, and talking to the demons in his head. He doesn't tell her to shut up though, which is nice. Lucky does earn herself some very weird looks, which makes sense considering that she's talking about demigod stuff, which she really shouldn't, but it's not like it makes a difference. He won't understand. 

“I feel like we totally should've just stuck to the roofs. They're more fun and it's not like anyone looks up anyways. It's safer. Besides, then I can do some cool flips and shit. I know how to do a back-flip and a front-flip. They honestly weren't that hard to learn, but you have to just fully commit to it-” Soap has gotten really comfortable with just putting a hand over her mouth. Lucky is tempted to lick it in retaliation. Not yet.

She learns the reason he did that when she hears the chatter. Lucky freezes. She hopes that Soap knows what to do. She assumes that he does when he pushes her into the shadows, and the wall that is a foot or so inside them. Normally, the brunette girl isn’t quite so happy to be manhandled, but given that she is in mortal danger, she is more than happy to be pushed around if it makes her safer. He gives her a stern look before slipping away.

Lucky doesn't bother to ignore the sounds of flesh being cut into and the soft splatters of blood on the cobbled street. As long as the blood and gore isn't her blood and gore or the blood and gore of people she cares about, she's okay. She comes around the corner, stepping around the bodies with a little “Excuse me. Sorry. Coming through. Good stab? Yeah, good stab, Soap.” She also ignores the weird look Soap gives her. What? Is he not used to fully grown, and most definitely mostly matured adults being desensitized to viscera? Whatever. “So where are we even going? Are we gonna jack a car or something?”

Soap clears his throat and starts walking again, Lucky picking up the pace to keep up with his long ass legs. “Aye, we probably will. We're meeting up with a mate o' mine at the church over there.” He gestures vaguely in the direction they're going in. 

“You were talking to someone!? Not gonna lie, I kinda thought that you were going crazy or something, not that I would've minded. … Okay, I would've minded a little. I just don't wanna get axe murdered! You know what I mean? Is your friend a ghost?” Lucky asks amongst other things. To his credit, Soap doesn't seem surprised in the slightest, and after a moment of what seems to be intense concentration, he replies.

“...Aye, kind of. How did ye ken that?” He stops walking, turns around, and eyes her up and down. Just a quick glance, but it's more than enough to set Lucky’s nerves of edge. She must've said something to upset him. Lucky hopes it's not to the point that he wants to kill her.

“Sorry! Don't be mad! Before I ran into you I heard some of the soldiers talking about finding some soap and a ghost. Since you're the soap, I figured your friend would be the ghost.” She explains hurriedly. Soap nods and resumes walking. Lucky breathes a sigh of relief. She passed the test. She bounces after him.

 In an unspecified amount of time which could've ranged anywhere from five minutes to 45, Lucky has actually gotten Soap to open up to her a little! He even asked about her deck of cards that she had pulled out during that time to fidget with. She said that it's a gift from her dad and her most prized possession, great for magic tricks too! They’re coming up on the church. She can see it over the roofs of some of the buildings, and they haven't even encountered any more of those bitch ass soldiers who suck at taking out two guys and her. She legally gets to make fun of them because they're not here and can’t hurt her

Maybe the real missing dad, and the object of her quest, were the friends she made along the way. Actually… maybe Lucky doesn't really want Soap to be her dad or missing. Soap would probably be one of her older brothers if anything, the kind that would throw her head first in a pool, then Lucky would flail around uselessly, he would immediately panic and jump in to save her. She would bleach his hair while he sleeps in retaliation.

They resume their journey to the unnamed church to meet with Casper and get the fuck out of this shit town. Maybe she can take them with her? Being at camp has gotten her used to having people around and not having people around for the past few months has been hard. No matter what happens, Lucky will follow Soap.

Lucky almost curses again upon seeing the amount of soldiers just idling about. Waiting for them certainly. “Shadows.” Soap murmurs. Lucky wants to correct him because those are people and that's an edge lord ass name if that's what their group is called. He leads her off to the side, they jump over a white car and over a fence. They slip into a shop where Soap scrounges around for… stuff? Lucky doesn't know, but he finds something he likes. She respects the stealing grind regardless.

Lucky watches his piece the stuff together quickly. That look in his eyes really reminds her of the kid who made her brass knuckles. She taps her fingers on her legs anxiously. Even if her nerves weren't as high as they are, she needs something to do. Not even a minute passes and Soap finishes with his tinkering. Oh she really wants to talk right now, to cut the tension which feels electric. She walks over to the side by the counter, drumming on it.

Soap starts opening the door, and her senses sharpen again. The world slows down, and the glint of a gun flashes in the low light. A gun just past the door Soap is opening. He's going to get shot. Cold fear freezes her core. It isn't like her normal fear, which is jittery and overwhelming. That fear causes her to run for her life. This fear causes her to act. Lucky can't lose anyone else, certainly not someone who she's only just got the chance to know. 

Her body moves before her mind does. Lucky drives forward, ramming her shoulder into Soap's gut. With adrenaline, demigod strength, and her own musculature behind her, she has enough strength to tackle him to the side just as the door bursts open. Lucky feels a pressure in her side as a shot goes off. They both hit the ground with a thud. 

Lucky pushes off of his chest and whirls around, digging her toes into the floor to take out the monster before it can take them out. Before she can change her rings into their bronze knuckles form, another shot rings out and the monster collapses. Her chest heaves, but Lucky knows it isn't over yet. Those gunshots surely alerted the other monsters in the area. 

She stands as Soap does. He claps her back with a quick, “Thanks, lass,” but his gaze is sharp and she hears a muffled voice through his earpiece. Before she knows what's going on, he tugs her into a full sprint. They burst out of the door and Soap throws what he was working on. It explodes and smoke billows out.

Chaos erupts. She can't see shit, but she hears every last shout and firing of a gun. Lucky feels Soap's tight grip on her wrist as he pulls her, her legs are pumping and she keeps pace, her head ducked. 

They leave the smoke, dodging and weaving between any cover they can get to. Lucky's luck keeps bullets away, but they still have to be on their toes. Soap fires back some of his own. Lucky looks to their destination, a truck idling.

A bullet whizzes by her and smacks into the truck just as they get in arm's reach of it. Soap pulls the door open and all but throws Lucky in before jumping in himself, shutting the door as the driver peels out.

Lucky looks up at the incredibly large man, larger than Soap even, from her sprawled out, partially pinned state. Even his side profile is intimidating. This must be Casper. Soap turns around to keep shooting behind them, at the Shadows trying to stop their getaway, and Lucky tries to scramble out from under him, only to hiss in pain. She glances down to see a bloody hole in her side only partially hidden by her large unzipped jacket. 

“Fuck!”

[mugloversonly]

Full House

Written for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt: ALONE @steddiemas prompt: PINE wc: 830 rating: G CW: NA AO3 summary: Steve sits in his house and has many informative phone calls.

Steve sat on the couch with a cup of cocoa and watched the snow fall. He sighed wistfully as he wondered when his boyfriend would call. Being alone in the big stuffy house never felt great, but today it was worse. It was Christmas eve eve. Eddie only had one more show tonight then he was on his way back tomorrow, or at least, he planned to be. But with the thick layers of snow, he wasn’t so sure.

He sighed again, heart aching. Resolve kicked him into gear and he picked up the phone to call Robin.

“Dingus, you better not be calling me to pine after your boyfriend.” Robin said without an introduction.

“I’m not pining I’m lonely.” Steve whined. “I just miss him. I wonder what he’s doing right now.” Okay, so maybe he was pining.

“I know you miss him, you told me twenty minutes ago! Look, why don’t I come over? I know you’re waiting for him to call.” Robin offered, for the millionth time today. Steve smiled softly. She may be tired of his love-sickness, but she was never tired of him.

After he reassured her he was fine and they hung up, he was back to the window. This was ridiculous. He needed to snap out of it, they’ve only been a part for three weeks! If he can’t go this long without being sad and pitiful how is he going to go months?

He’s fine. He’ll be fine. He has to be, because if not, he can’t be with Eddie. He’s not going to be that guy who gets mad at Eddie for doing his job, especially when Steve is a huge fan of his job! He thought about this empty house, and tried not think about how similar it would be in LA.

Just then there was a trill as the phone rang. Steve jumped up to get it answering “Harrington residence.” Instead of Eddie’s voice, it was Robin’s.

“I can hear you freaking out from here, and I’m going to give you your gift early.” Robin said. Steve sat confused, they were seeing each other in a few days, why now? “It’s not a physical gift. Just good news.”

“What?” Steve asked, suddenly impatient.

“I got into UCLA.” Steve’s breath caught. He didn’t even know she applied. “For next semester. So, I’m moving to LA with you.” The phone slipped from his hand as joy filled his heart. His best friend was going with him? He wouldn’t have to do this alone!

He quickly picked the phone back up and shouted, “I didn’t even know you applied!” Robin screeched at him for yelling in her ear.

“I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to base your acceptance on if I would be there.” She explained. “Plus, I only applied a few weeks ago…” Robin trailed off. Steve smirked. A few weeks ago, Chrissy asked Robin out on a date when they come back from tour.

“Now who’s packing the U-haul?” Steve joked. He could practically feel Robin roll her eyes.

“Whatever lover boy. I didn’t want you to be alone!” They excitedly talked about the school and classes before there was the sound telling Steve there was a call waiting.

“I gotta go, Rob. I think it’s Eddie.” They quickly said their goodbyes and Steve switched the call.

“Hello, Harrington Residence.” Steve said and was blessed by Eddie’s laughter.

“I can’t believe you answer the phone like that every time.” He said. Normally, Steve would react with a laugh, but today he was too excited.

“Robin’s going to UCLA!” He shouted. Eddie knew how close the two were so, Steve hopped he’d understand his excitement.

“She told you already?” He asked, somewhat disappointed. “I wanted to be there when she did.” Wait...what?

“You knew?! What the hell! Why’d she tell you first?” Steve tried not to be offended, but Robin was his best friend.

“She wanted to ask me what apartments were close, that’s all.” Eddie soothed. “She wanted to have everything in place so that you wouldn’t worry about her since it’s so close to move in time.”

“And where is she staying?” Steve asked. He was staying in one of Eddie’s spare rooms. They had different styles, and while they’d likely share a bed every night, they both needed their own space.

“In the pool house.” Eddie said nonchalantly. Steve furrowed his brows.

“Pool house where?” He asked. Eddie chuckled softly.

“My pool house, Stevie. She’ll be right across the yard.” Tears burst to his eyes and ran down his face.

“So?” He asked quietly.

“Wayne has the master, you have the second bedroom, I have the third, and Robin has the pool house.” Eddie explained. Steve didn’t know Wayne was living with them too, though he should have checked. “It’ll be a full house, is that okay?”

“That’s perfect, baby.” Steve whispered. Though Steve is alone in his parents’ house, he doesn’t feel lonely anymore.

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@katyawriteswhump

buy me a coffee

[exhelluvafan]

from what I’ve heard R2 was a pretty chill person before he started working at SH and met viv. Looking at his old content, it’s night and fucking day. They were just a huge theater kid having fun with friends, now he’s slowly becoming a borderline sex offender. It’s tragic that this happened to him but that doesn’t excuse what he did to that child and how he acts at cons and if the rumor is true than they need help, desperately because no one at SH gives a shit what happens to him as long as he makes them their rape fetish

Yeah, while the explanation precisely showcases the issues that Raph has, that very same explanation cannot be used as valid justification and excuse over his creepy behaviors, and you're spot-on with the fact that Spindlehorse and Viv don't give a shit about Raph, in fact, I can actually see that Viv would enable Raph through the consumption of more fetish rape porn or encourage Raph to keep drawing that shit, further enabling him, essentially, what you said: SH and Viv don't give a fuck as they're happy already with the softcore rape porn they receive from Raph.

All and all, it's a shame since I've also heard whispers about Raph's history BEFORE Viv and I've heard the same thing you've said: that Raph was just a chill guy and artist that had fun doing what he wanted with friends.

I have no fucking idea what Viv did to him, but I'm pretty damn sure that she broke Raph deeply and she keeps doing it to this day, turning an once chill artist into... whatever the hell he is right now.

[luvcozy]

Cuddling With the Nevermoor Boys

A/n :- My first (aside from the discord-) post on the our Nevermoor killers, this may also be partial indulgence in some parts, I love these boys- but anyway- LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! (I'm beyond excited lmao)

Warnings :- FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF (language too)

🐰 He is on top of you any chance he can get

🐰 He likes having you just squashed beneath him as he snuggles up to you, head tucked against your shoulder and neck with a content hum

🐰 He will happily be big or small spoon!

🐰 It's the close proximity he adores the most, touching you in anyway with his entire body, he's like a leech, because once your down you ain't getting up for a few hours

🐰 There's cuddles with his mask and without for good reason

🐰 Most the time he has his mask one as you guys are snuggled up on the couch or even in a chair, he also likes having a blanket thrown over you both, he thinks it adds to it

🐰 Times without his mask you two are in a shared room with privacy and his actions are tenfold

🐰 He will be smothering your face, neck, and shoulders in kisses while squeezing you, just cherishing you

🐰 Expect them eskimo's to happen when you start to cuddle and when it ends, he does them when your cuddling in bed before you lay down and before he goes to sleep

🐰 When he's little spoon he'll have his head planted against your stomach, chest, or neck, he doesn't really face away a whole lot but you could easily coax him into more flexible cuddling positions if needed

🐰 Will ask for cuddles about 6 or 7 times in one day, it completes a part of him when you cuddle or sleep together that he got attached too

🐰 You'll cuddle just about everywhere too, he doesn't care, if he wants wants them he will get them one way or another

🐰 Sleeping with him is just the sweetest though, making sure your both comfortable and let's you pick how you sleep

🐰 Loves having his arms around your waist or his hands on your sides when you sleep and cuddle

🐰 He's never really had an experience like this and is so enamored with you and it deepened heavily when you got to this point and seeing his face

🐰 When cuddles turn into naps or early bed his grip tightens and his head is always burrowed against whatever's closest

🐰 Having your scent fill him as he drifts to sleep and you reciprocating his blatant and outward affection, something he wasn't really given, call him an addict cause he's addicted

🐰 Will always be vocal when he wants to cuddle, trying to sweet talk you the best he can while wrapping his arms around your shoulders and waist, cue the sweet pet names

🐰 "Come on muffin~ it won't be for long, just a little bit, please?~"

🐰 "It's not been that long! Buttercup nooooo, just a bit longer, please~~"

🐰"I can't help it if my Cupcake is just so sweet to me, you know what you do to me, yes?"

🦊 Gives. Zero. Fucks.

🦊 If he wants to cuddle he's gonna get them by any means necessary, don't matter what your doing or who your talking to

🦊 Busy reading? The book goes out the window and he's in your lap. Talking to one of the other counselors or killers? He's grabbing your wrist or hooking his arm around your shoulders to drag you off

🦊 Sometimes he won't even go somewhere, he'll just make himself comfortable against you and expect you to do the same back

🦊 Arms around your waist with his head on your shoulder, arms around your neck and his head pressed against the back of your neck either comfortably or uncomfortably to be a lil shit

🦊 A lazy yet secure cuddler is how I think he would be

🦊 Wants you on top of him, at his side, or in his lap, hell even in your lap he's comfortable, even if sometimes you may not be

🦊 Splaying himself out on the couch with you on top, an arm thrown over your waist and his hand planted on your butt, good luck swatting it off, his hand stays

🦊 Couch and Chair cuddling an arm is around your waist and your either tucked against him or on his knee, he'll bounce his knee sometimes just to get your reaction, free entertainment as he would call it

🦊 Cuddling him in bed can be fun and irritating, he moves from time to time in his sleep so when you get woken up it's because he either turned his side or accidentally slapped

🦊 This is why laying on top of him he moves less, definitely someone to sleep with a weighted blanket so that's how you get him to hardly move at all

🦊 A good position when cuddling in bed is having your arms around his head, fingers tangled lazily in his hair and your face hidden in his neck

🦊 He melts in this position, wrapping his arm around your back and pulling you closer to him, a sweet smile playing onto his lips whilst kissing your temple

🦊 Kiss his neck when you cuddle, just do it. If you catch him off guard he'll give you a cheeky yet surprised look for managing to catch him off guard

🦊 Now if you do it and he somehow anticipates it your screwed, prepare to be pinned and smothered that eventually turns into you two making out with your laughs coming through each kiss

🦊 He's definitely the type to keep you held down in the cuddle puddle of you two if you have to go to the bathroom, making you wait and wait to the point you threaten to go right there, he's never let go of you so quickly but he's laughing the whole time

🦊 Will cuddle you in public with no ducks given, like you in his lap if he does, showing and flaunting what's his and just how he gets to fluster like this on his own

🦊 "Come on babe, I'm need of some company that doesn't involve them."

🦊 "Oh please! What could be more important than cuddling with your favorite killer. Hm, Sugar lips?~"

🦊 "Oh Little Devil, you should really know me by now~"

🐺 Cling to him and he'll cling to you!

🐺 You can't get clingier than Mike, no way, not happening, he'll win every time

🐺 Cuddling with Mike is asking to be stuck in one place for hours, he won't move unless he wants to and you won't move unless he wants you too

🐺 Your always tucked into his side or in on him, hell he'll be one you half the time too

🐺 On the couch you'll either by nestled away in his side or he's tucked against yours or your neck, an occasional kiss to follow

🐺 He likes, when cuddling you, keeping his face or head hidden in you neck, hearing you breathe relaxes him. His kisses? They are on your pulse point a majority of the time

🐺 Laying his head on your chest to feel your heart beat is his second favorite, even more so if your holding his head into said area's he melts

🐺 Granted he won't ever tell you with him being a man of few words, his actions and reactions speaking louder, so if you pay attention you'll be able to tell just when he softens in your arms

🐺 He's open with his affection but he's not- it's hard for him to exactly show you this

🐺 When he wants to cuddle he'll just say 'mine' and next thing you know your being drug off by him and into a cabin alone

🐺 Grunts like a mf when you try to get up and he's half asleep into you cuddling, he's already hard to escape with and ironclad grasp, but it's tenfold when you try to sneak away from a moment

🐺 He's attached to your hip, Ghost could practically say your conjoined with how much Mike follows you or is on you

🐺 That another thing, if he's feeling showey with affection and wants you to reciprocate it he'll attach himself to your back with his arms around your waist, face hidden in your neck, or glaring at whoever you're talking to till they either get uncomfortable and leave or take the hint to skedaddle

🐺 Cuddling him in bed you better be ready to not move and hold one another the whole night, limbs tangled and blanket tangled in as well, it's a comfortable glorious mess

🐺 Both of your legs wound with one another as one of you holds the others head and chest in a snuggled hug, his face hidden away in your neck and shoulder as he presses his cheek to your pulse, it's his comfort spot

🐺 Feeling your pulse and heartbeat and hearing you breathe is what tethers him to cuddling you so much, even more so when he hasn't seen you in a while (a few minutes maybe an hour)

🐺 Cling to him like he does you, he absolutely adores it and won't stop you, if you wanna just basically bed rot and cuddle a whole day away give this boy a call, he'll be there like he never wasn't, he loves his cuddles with you

🐺 "Mine."

🐺 "Mine?"

🐺 "Cuddles. Now."

🐽 Someone that won't allow himself to lay on you to cuddle

🐽 He just doesn't wanna crush you under his weight, even though you've said you'd happily suffocate doing so, denied it even harder after you said it

🐽 While he won't lay his whole body weight on you, you can get away with having his head lay in your lap, on your belly, or your chest, but that's about all you can get him to do in terms of him on top

🐽 But it's worth it, seeing hints of his eyes behind his mask, the blush that keeps growing the longer you look at him from your lap, the way his collosal hand come and covers your whole face while pushing your face the other direction

🐽 He's bashful, he's private, he's not a big PDA guy, your cuddling will solely be restricted to when it's just you two, he values his you and him time

🐽 Normally cuddling with Leather won't always be as often as either of you two want, buts also cause Leather will wait and wait and wait till your not around a bunch of people or any of the other killers before he would ask

🐽 Otherwise your initiating it a majority of the time, cuddling with him is like cuddling a massive pillow, there's so much of him for you to grab, squish, kiss, bite, so much of him for lil ol you

🐽 On the couch he'll have you in his lap a majority of the time, you can face him or away from him, sit sideways, over, or straddle his lap, doesn't matter to him ass long as he has an arm or a hand on you he's comfortable

🐽 He'll have an arm hooked around your neck or waist lazily for when you want to get up and grab something or use the bathroom, puts it right back where it was and resumes his own task

🐽 Cuddling in bed was something to warm up to with him because he didn't want to accidentally crush you if he fell asleep, he doesn't move in his sleep-

🐽 Often times you'll be laying against his side either hugging his body or turned and hugging his arm, makes him smile when you have softer moments like such, just you, him, and the comforting silence and snores that follow

🐽 When he's laying on his side with you facing him, you use his arm as a pillow and hug and snuggle into his chest, into his neck, his free arm wrapped around your waist, the slow tangling of your legs, god he loves this

🐽 Most probably won't admit just how much he love to cuddle, but he will tell you a enjoys being able to have you to himself for a little while

🐽 Will play with your hair while cuddling in bed, running his fingers through your hair, carefully giving your scalp gentle pulls, then moving to scratch the back and top of your head just enough that has you melting in place

🐽 You should do it back to him, flinching the first few times you do, but he eventually soothes into it, looking up at you from his place against your chest, the flash of green poking through the mask up at you, you don't need his mask off to tell he's content

🐽 Not very outwardly with him wanting cuddles, but he loves him when he gets them, he wants both of you comfortable and likes holding you when he sleeps

🐽 Sleeping with you keeps the nightmares from surfacing as harshly as they used too, they still happen, but with you there with him, grounding him, he's able to at least get some sense of sleep

🐽 "Could you hold still for 5 minutes? You make this difficult on purpose don't you piglet.."

🐽 "Come on piglet, let's go lay down."

🐽 "Hmm? No piglet, just go back to sleep for me."

[sunnysidesevenup]

The first time Fellow ever helps Tilly.

just a little scene I cooked up, read under the cut!!

pspsps foxglove fans @jadelover69 @kirexa @lallopsyou

Fellow sighs, pulling his thin coat closer and readjusting the bag in his hands. It’s late, far, far too late to be going on a grocery run—but he and Gidel had run out of food and they needed to eat something. So, of course, he’d headed out into the cold to retrieve something for them to eat, leaving his brother at home to do… well, whatever he wanted to do. No need for the both of them to make the long, annoying trek to the grocery.

If Fellow had it his way, they would have moved somewhere a bit more convenient to get general supplies, but it’s not like they could afford that at the moment. One day.

He turns down an alleyway, having made this exact run numerous times before and knowing by now the quickest route, only to stop short. There’s humming coming from deeper in the alley, and with an air of dread, he immediately realizes who it is.

Why, genuinely, why is this guy always there to annoy him? He just wants some peace for a day or too, not to turn down one of his regular paths and get harassed.

Unfortunately, it’s late. Too late in the day for Fellow to put up with this, but also too late for him to turn and take the longer route. Hopefully he can just get by with minimal interaction, at best.

As he walks down the alley, mind made up, his prediction is instantly confirmed. There, seated on some random crates, humming to himself, is the object of his current stress dreams.

Tilly doesn’t seem to notice him till he’s passing right by, though, which Fellow was initially grateful for until he realized how odd it was. It caused him to slow down as he passed, enough time for the man to actually notice someone was there.

Green eyes immediately catch his own, and Fellow pauses. “What the hell happened to you?” He blurts out.

Tilly blinks at him, eyes a bit glassy. “Oh, it’s my favorite fox!” He says, but it comes out weirdly airy and not all there. There’s a significant lack of intensity to it, and considering the bruising covering one side of his face—and even his arms, now that Fellow gets a good look—there might be a reason for it.

“Did someone finally beat you up?” Fellow asks, unable to just move on. Tilly definitely had it coming, but it’s… weird. This whole thing is weird.

Tilly giggles, like the thought of being beaten up is a particularly funny one. “Yeah.” He responds after a bit, and then lets his head fall back onto the bricks behind him. He immediately winces, holding his head, and Fellow reevaluates his intelligence.

“Damn, I think you’ve got a concussion.” He muses, the glassy look and slightly strange (well, stranger than normal) behavior being an indicator. “Go get that looked at, or something.”

It’s not that he cares, but… this is not the Tilly he’s used to, and he doesn’t really like it, much to his confusion.

Tilly waves a hand. “It’ll… it’ll go away.” He mutters, and then laughs again. “I’ll just sleep it off, good as new…”

And then he lays down right on top of the crates, leaving Fellow staring at him, processing.

The beastman feels his eye twitch. “…The hell are ya’ doing? It’s cold, go home.”

The man’s eyes, which fluttered closed at some point, flicker back open and settle their unsteady gaze back on him. “…home?” Tilly asks, genuine confusion in his voice. He then blinks and shakes his head. “No, I’m sleeping here tonight.” He says.

“Stop being stubborn, just go to wherever you’re staying.”

“I’m staying here.”

Fellow’s scowl deepens. “Stop being difficult. Do you need help walking, or somethin’?! You’ll freeze to death if you stay out here, ya’ don’t even have a coat!”

Tilly sits back up, although it looks like it took some effort, and then stares at him unblinkingly. “It’s fine!” He says, in a weirdly reassuring voice, and then reaches out and pats Fellow’s shoulder with a drowsy smile. “I stayed here last night too, and I’m not dead, so it’s okay!”

With a sudden, startling realization, he realizes that Tilly isn’t being stubborn, but he is being incredibly, horrendously stupid. So stupid, in fact, that he feels almost personally offended by it. This is the guy who’s been giving him trouble nonstop, harassing him, ruining all his plans?

He adjusts his bag of groceries, and then reaches out and throws Tilly over his shoulder.

This course of action, surprisingly, meets zero protest from Tilly. Instead, he’s met with another round of laughter, and a soft “Am I getting kidnapped twice in one week?”

“Twice? Who the hell—“

“Hmm, the guys who beat me up!”

“Ugh, whatever, I’m not kidnapping you.” Fellow says, and tries to ignore the way Tilly has started playing with his hair. Dropping the guy would probably give him double the concussion at this point, and it’s not like Fellow really wants to be an outright murderer.

“What are you doing?” Tilly asks, and he’s really asking himself that question right now, too. What is he doing?

Maybe it’s the fact that at the end of the day, Tilly is like him, struggling to live while having nothing. Even throughout all the harassment, and the annoyance, and just whatever it is the guy thinks is funny that week, he still remembers that they’re technically in the same situation.

…or maybe not the same, considering Fellow doesn’t look beat black and blue at the moment and isn’t currently planning on sleeping in an alleyway in the middle of winter.

“…How have you survived till now?” He asks, thinking through the things Tilly had revealed to him in the past few minutes.

“Hmm, maybe I’m actually a ghost? That would make more sense… I have almost bled out a lot, y’know? I could definitely be dead.” Tilly says, the words considering.

Fellow just feels his glare sharpen, a grimace forming on his face. Okay, so this guy is actually just a walking catastrophe, huh?

“Ugh, just… Stop talking. I’m taking you to my place until you’re back to normal and not at the risk of dying.” He needs him to stop talking before he starts feeling bad for the guy. That would suck.

Tilly hums in consideration, and then laughs again. “But I’m always at the risk of dying.” He says. “Does that mean you’ll have to keep me forever?”

“If I had to keep you forever, I’d be the one to kill you.” Fellow immediately responds.

“Oh, that’s a shame.” Tilly mutters, voice getting quieter. “I personally don’t think it would be too bad.”

“Me killing you?”

“Staying with you forever.”

Fellow pauses, not quite sure how to respond to that, so he just… doesn’t. The guy has a concussion, anyways. He doesn’t know what he’s saying.

[mercurymacaroons]

arrives 15 min late with a latte

......sup

[toxifoxx]

fighting the urge to make a rant post . but once you notice you really never stop noticing!!

[waywardsalt]

probably going to rework my human bellum design again

[graham--folger]

*through gritted teeth* what the fuck do people want from a resume

[future-dregs]

*whispers* I think Dan should grow his hair out a little bit, let the curls really go, that would be hot. Phil too, I know he just got it cut short again but can you imagine?

[amazingdeadfish]

I... I keep forgetting that your fanfics aren't canon, I can't read any other fanfics because I'm like "why do they ignore the whole macaque and mayor's story? It's so important, it shows the motivation of the characters and- oh yeah, that's not canon."

Well, if this isn't one of the greatest compliments of all then I don't know what is XDD. Besides from being able to make people allegedly cry (or, somewhat make them feel emotional), the fact that I must have accidently brainwashed you into thinking what I have written is canon, and not just a jumbled mess of my self indulgent headcanons is single handedly enough of a compliment to make me exactly 1% stronger than previously.

Because it simply means that what I have written is enough to align with canon. So thank you :DDD. I guess this means I am using the source material faithfully after all. Deep down in my heart, I know that Macaque and Mayor must have some sort of beef with each other, and Macaque being handed the Skeleton Key could not have been as easy as LBD just 'handing it to him'. Because how does that even fit on the LMK timeline??? It makes no sense, she should be imprisoned when Macaque died, right?

[idiosyncraticrednebula]

I really wish some of the actresses who have voiced Disney Princesses would stop comparing their princess to the previous ones and claim how she was the "first" one to have *gasp* independence and strength *gasp*. Have they ever watched a Disney movie outside of their own?

[aromanticasterisms]

man. i was not at all looking forward to the saurian mechanics in natlan, and i've been proved correct for the most part -- the ground saurians feel like such a downgrade from the travel mechanics we've seen in the past [we all at this point have gotten used to climbing things with character skills, also kachina is free + the sumeru and chenyu vale exploration was a lot smoother]

HOWEVER. i do love the koholasaurs way more than expected. perhaps, dare i say it, even more than the waverider. they blend fun and function way better than the other two. they are so shaped. little creatures. i can do a flip