#clingy!cal

[riggyandlucky-friendau]

(Ansley happily approached Riggy)

Hey Riggy! How are you?

@ask-the-lotl-sisters-again

"Huh? OH, Hey Ansleyy!!" Riggy frantically waved, Before suddenly and immediately tackle-hugging Her

Luckily not knocking her over, but still catching her Off-Balance.

[coridallasmultipass]

I know, how I feel when I'm around you I don't know, how I feel when I'm around you.

Stridercest Week 2024 Day 7 - Comfort

The game is over, but Dirk is still having nightmares about the years of fending off the Condesce's drone attacks. Dave does his best to soothe Dirk.

[Trans men Striders]

[yeahimcal]

Modern!Claude von Riegan who is so very clingy. He is always holding you somehow. Holding pinkies. His warm hands up your shirt and resting on your stomach. His chin on your shoulder. Lips on yours. He is so clingy. He has a million billion pictures of you on his phone. You’re his phone background. You cannot sleep without waking up to a text from him like ‘I miss you wake up :(’. He adores you. He’s just so clingy he can’t help it

[docdudo]

Familiar 141 - Young Witch!Reader (Part 3)

You looked up at the cabin looming before you, its structure crafted from beautiful dark pine wood. The windows were adorned with extravagant details, and the doors, oversized and imposing, seemed designed for beings much larger than ordinary humans.

Well, maybe because, yeah, they weren't humans. Familiars would be offended if you ever compared them to humans.

Then again, so would witches.

You think.

Who would have guessed that such a grand and beautiful construction was hidden in the forest you’ve been exploring since you were old enough to walk?

It was clearly made with love and dedication too...

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Gaz smiled smugly, crossing his arms as he looked up at the place with you. "It’s been here since the 1800s. Of course, we’ve been updating and remodeling it for quite some time now."

You prefered not to think too hard about that date.

"Right..." You mumble, a little unsure what else to say, trying to avoid looking at his face for too long. His yellow, shining eyes made you a bit nervous.

You didn't even notice that your hand automatically went to stratch at the gold bands around your wrist, only jumping a bit in alarm as your small hand was grabbed by a much bigger one.

"Ey, wee lassie! No scratching, don't wanna ye hurting!" Soap smiled big even as he scolded you, making you frown a little at him.

"Right..." You grunted a bit more annoyed now, pulling your hand away from his quickly.

Soap barely reacted when you yanked your hand away from his, still smiling like an eager pup. He was leaning close, his wide stance unwavering, as if the thought of being even a moment away from you was unbearable.

Clingy...

Then again, weren’t Familiars usually like this? God, you wished you’d been born into a proper Coven, with real teachings about being a witch.

But nooooooo...

Instead, all you had were the itty bitty pieces of information your grandfather had about them and their life style. Sure, it was a lot of knowledge about witches for a human to have, but it wasn't enough.

You didn't know how they did it, really. Were your grandfather right about young witches never going outside the Coven? Like, never?

You doubt it that they were just being kidnapped left and right by solitary Familiars, so it had to be true, right...?

"What'cha ye thinking so hard about it, lass?" Soap questioned, inspecting your face closely, smile still present on his face.

"How to get away from you." You snarked quietly, a small frown tugging at your lips—though it looked suspiciously close to a pout. Not that it was intentional; your face just did that when you glared at someone.

"Aawww, lassie…" He crooned, a satisfied grin spreading across his face, his sharp smile making his eyes squint dangerously.

You trembled, instinctively stepping back at his reaction, your mind screaming 'danger' for a few panicked seconds. You’d grown bolder without the two scariest-looking Familiars around, momentarily forgetting the truth: no matter how they appeared, they were still ancient and dangerous. And goddamn, was his reaction terrifying…

"Tav." Gaz hissed, approaching you two with an annoyed look, immediatly slapping the back of Soap's head. "Baby witch, remember?"

"Tsc..." He grumbled at the hit, but immediatly softened as his eyes went back to you. "Sorry, mo leanbh... 'm not dangerous, not for you, never for you..." He crooned slightly, kneeling in front of you easily. "Would never hurt ma witch..."

You could only nod stiffly, still on edge about his behavior. Their behavior. Ever since you woke up a few hours ago, your emotions had been swinging wildly—mad, angry, annoyed… then terrified, scared, hesitant…

You wanted to go home.

Oh, God, please, don't cry again... you don't want to cry again, you're better than that....

Gaz and Soap watched your face for a few moments, quickly noticing your bubbling emotions once again. The cat Familiar immediately dropped to his knees beside Soap, intent on calming you down before you could get worked up again.

"It's okay, kid... you're okay, we would never hurt you, Soap was right..." Gaz soothes, voice quiet and gentle, big hands hovering above your arms, unsure if he should touch you or not.

"I know..." You raspy, a weird mix between emotional and annoyed. "Wanna... wanna go home...."

"Aw, lassie..." Soap murmurs, much more tamed now, one hand carefully touching your limp arm, trying to comfort you.

"......where did you even lived, hon'?" Gaz frowns a little as he asks, like he was thinking this over for the first time now. "You are not part of a Coven, right?"

"I..." That makes you hesitate a little, also frowning as you try to explain your situation. "I'm not... part of a Coven.... I... I, like, lived with my... grandfather close to the forest entrance... near the south part..."

"Gran'father?" Soap repeats, face immediatly scrunching in strong distaste.

"W-Wha-, what's with your reaction??" You question, eyes going a little wide as you take a step back, now frowning more than ever, almost glaring even. "It's my grandfather...!"

"Witches don't have gran'fathers." Soap grunts back, clearly annoyed but holding back so he wouldn't scare you again.

"Well—!" You caught yourself, suddenly remembering the dangerous creatures you were speaking to, taking a small breath to try and calm down a little. "W-Well, I do..." You murmur, quieter, but still annoyed.

"Soap, stop provoking her." Gaz sighs, shaking his head slightly. At least you don't look like you would cry now; good thing Soap has a way to always make everyone annoyed at him. "We'll take this to Price and Ghost, have a proper conversation..."

Soap grunted softly but nodded obediently, taking your small hand in his and bringing it closer, gently rubbing his face against the smooth palm with his eyes closed. Gaz studied you for a moment, but when he saw you standing still, just looking mildly annoyed, he smiled slightly.

Gentle little Witch. No mature Witch would let a Familiar have their way like that. Were all baby witches this cute? They lacked the danger and wild nature of older witches, making them seem so soft.

"C'mon lassie, we need to have a good, long chat, uhm?" Soap murmured, getting back up to his feet, not letting go of your small hand.

"Why...?" You almost whined, keeping your voice quiet, but still letting your displeasure obvious.

"Because some baby 'ere never had proper teachings," Soap smiled humorously, tugging you along with Gaz immediately closing in beside you, smilling gently down at you.

"Let's go get Price and Ghost, sweetheart."

[jamesdeniscouldnever]

Headcanons for Zev and Rolan to tide you all over until I can nail down a plot for the poll winner fic.

How they take care of Tav

🎇Rolan🎇

The grumpy wet cat of a man is a little less grumpy and wet when Tav is tired or hurting.

If they're returning home after a long road full of fights and sleepless nights, Rolan takes a gentle approach.

After making sure they have something to eat and drink in front of them, he's drawing them a hot bath.

If they return with more severe injuries, then God's help Tav.

Scolding and fussing, cursing, and name calling.

He does it out of love, we know this.

Still feeds them and draws them a bath.

Helps remove their armor, all the while tutting and making aggravated comments about "always playing hero" or "can't go a day without a fight" even though tav knows he doesn't mean it.

Once they're in the bath, he sits beside the tub

He'd like to join him, but the tub isn't that big, and when there are two people, his tail gets painfully twisted

He talks them into comfort, what Cal and Lia have been up to, how things are at the tower, and stories about the threw siblings growing up.

Uses his long, glorious nails to really help scrub Tav's hair.

Purposely dumps the water over their head to help rinse without letting them cover their eyes.

Immediately feels bad when they yelp in pain.

Coos and helps rinse it out, pretending be just wasn't thinking.

After the bath wraps them in soft sleeping clothes and puts them to bed (mother hen, who?)

When Tav asks if he's joining them he replies "now now, I've got things to do. You sleep, I'll be back later."

And he does, once Tav is sleeping.

He watches then for a moment before sighing at their bruised Visage and whispering things about "my poor angel'

Curls up behind them, holding them tight.

Tails wrapped around their leg and arms squeezing them.

Falls asleep beside them, holding them like he can protect them from the life they've chosen.

⚜️Zevlor⚜️

Has almost certainly been either on the road with his beloved Tav or staying in their camp

He knows he said he'd like to retire in the city, but once he realized he loved someone who was such a menace to their own health, those plans went right out the window.

Fighting by their side is part of his way of showing care. Watching their back, shielding them from harms way, even if they scold him for it later.

His approach to love and care is so much more obvious than Rolan's.

Constant loving stares and words of affirmation, reverence to the person who dared show him kindness and love that he though he didn't deserve.

And when the day is done and a browbeaten Tav returns to him, he's got a hand on their back or an arm around their waist in an instant, leading them to the fire to eat and relax.

Watches carefully as he makes sure they eat least one full serving of their meal. Tail wagging in pleasure when they do.

Humming old Eltural lullabies while helping them clean up by whatever stream or river is near.

Brushing their hair is his favorite.

Once in their tent, he's pulling blankets over Tav and urging them to sleep. Strokes their hair until they are.

Stays up after they're resting, watching them, watching the camp for danger, enjoying the stars.

When exhaustion finally wins, he's back in the tent, curling up in a protective little ball by their side closer to the tents entrance so if anyone tries to get in they'll trip over him and wake Tav.

If Tav is ever severely injured, Avernus take this man, he is a wreck.

That face he makes when the guy gets shot by goblins in the Grove? That immediately followed by tears and sobs.

Even if it's not life-threatening, he's on this knees at their side and begging them not to go.

The most careful and methodical medical treatment Tav has ever received followed by the most protective and clingy Zev there's ever been.

He insists on doing everything for them now. He won't let them in harms way again.

Just a sad, overprotective, DILF of a paladin who loves his Tav.

[save-a-forest-ride-a-bear]

Can I request general dating headcanons for Haarlep, Dammon, Rolan, and Zevlor with gender neutral s/o?

🗒꒰⸝⸝₊ General Dating Headcanons ❛ ✧

Featuring: Haarlep, Dammon, Rolan & Zevlor

# Notes: using they/them pronouns for haarlep bc we deserve a gnc icon

🌿┊HAARLEP

Surprisingly very romantic. Which romance language is their main one, you ask? The answer is all of the above. Physical touch? Please, they're an incubus, it goes without saying they'll have their hands all over you all the time. Words of affirmation? They know how to put together a compliment, your name sounds like a lyric on their tongue. Gift giving? They're very keen on jewellery, always surprising you with a golden necklace or bracelet. Acts of service? This motherfucker is a giver, ask and ye shall receive. Quality time? The day they're not at your heels is the day the nine hells freeze over.

Clingy and needy. Will pout and complain every second they're not receiving attention, not above throwing tantrums either. What could possibly be more important than lavishing them with affection? Nothing, that's what. So put that book down, they demand cuddles.

Was definitely not expecting to fall in love. Love is such a sweet and pure concept and they're... Well, them. It just didn't seem compatible with their nature. So when they realized they were beginning to like you more and more, they felt a bit frightened. It was such an unusual feeling, but they grew to welcome it with time.

Definitely gets a bit spoiled just being around you. Tenderness is hard to come by in the hells, so now that they've tasted it, they want more more more. Also talks back to Raphael a lot more now — they deserve the best treatment they can receive, the devil can shove it.

Service top in and out of bed. Again, they're a total giver, always tending to your needs. Had a hard day? They got your favourite food and ran you a bath, go ahead and enjoy it, they'll be there for cuddles once you're nice and dry.

🌿┊DAMMON

Has no control over his tail whatsoever, it will be wagging whenever you're near or wrapping around you to keep you from leaving. He always blushes and apologizes profusely — it has a mind of its own, he says.

He's a bit of a workaholic. Will spend way too long cooped away in his forge. However, he doesn't resist or complain if or when you try to drag him away from there. He knows he needs it, and to be honest he's kind of a simp, will do almost anything you ask of him.

Super attention starved. He won't outright ask for affection, but that look in his eyes isn't fooling nobody. He absolutely melts when you hold or kiss him, he's such a sweetie.

Even before you start dating, he's super affectionate. He just likes letting the people around him know he cares for them. it's almost difficult to tell if he has a crush on you or not because of this little habit, but again, the tail doesn't lie.

Giddy whenever you're around. He's already a somewhat upbeat guy, but having his beloved close to him brings out the best in him (if that's even possible).

🌿┊ROLAN

I love this stupid fucking wizard so much.

Does not know how to flirt. I'm a firm believer he never even kissed anyone before you. Not with his behaviour and obsession with his studies, at least. (And with Cal and Lia constantly at his heel).

Somewhat easily jealous. He has this mix of confidence and insecurity that's... odd, to say the least. He trusts you and thinks he's more than capable of pleasing you. On the other hand, he knows he's a pain in the ass most of the time, so if he sees you enjoying a conversation with someone a bit too much, it will gnaw at him.

As mentioned, not the most experienced. Your first kiss will probably be messy, especially if it's your first as well. Clanking teeth, a bit of drool, all that cute stuff. He's just a little too eager, okay?

Awkward and smooth as fuck at the same time. Really good at teasing you, but will sulk and blush if you do it back — especially if his siblings are around. He'll never hear the end of it.

He makes up for awkwardness with sheer eagerness, most of the time. He's just so happy to be able to call you his, to hold you, kiss you — he's over the moon. And you're not going anywhere anytime soon.

🌿┊ZEVLOR

This dumbass paladin is such a romantic. He's more old-fashioned, of course — almost refuses to kiss you on the first date. Maybe even the second. He just wants to treat you right the best way he knows how, even if it can be a little frustrating at times.

Gets flustered easily, but never backs down. Like, he will blush and maybe stutter a little if you catch him off guard with a kiss or compliment, but will 100% reciprocate, maybe even make you blush in return.

Has some problems with inferiority and may think he doesn't deserve you at times. He sees himself as a coward and since he believes you deserve the best knight in shining armour you can get, he becomes a little insecure at times. Nothing some kisses won't solve.

Expect lots of communication. This is a man, not a boy. If something's wrong or bothering him, he will let you know and expects you to do the same. How else is the relationship supposed to flourish?

Not big on PDA. Again, he's old-fashioned. He believes affection like that should be kept behind closed doors, something for the couple and the couple only. But he won't say no to some hand-holding if you ask nicely.

[mamawasatesttube]

stopped writing the horrors (halloweenfic) for a little bit to bang out some silly lil halloween party fluff :) and now back to the The Horrors mines i go!

Music drifts through the house, a rotation of classic Halloween tunes. Bart and Cissie are dancing in the middle of the living room, while Cassie does an enthusiastic shimmy nearby; Anita’s in the kitchen baking some pumpkin pie with Greta, and Kon?

Kon is on tipsy-and-sleepy-Rob-watching duty. Tim, dressed as a vampire (real creative, for the guy who works with Batman, right?) is lying curled up against his side, head on his thigh, and idly drumming his fingers to the beat of Thriller.

It’s nice. Just a chill li’l house party with his besties. Kon is dressed as Cal Kestis (you know, the Jedi Knight, survivor of Order 66, with the cutest droid companion ever), though it’s warm enough that he’s ditched his poncho. Tim’s currently using it as a pillow. He insists he’s wide awake, but he’s had two cups of Cissie’s spiked punch, and everyone knows a tipsy Rob is a “liable to doze off any second now” Rob.

As if he senses Kon thinking so and just has to spite him, Tim suddenly sits bolt upright. “Kon,” he says. “If you were a monster”—he cups Kon’s cheeks in his hands and stares intently into his eyes—“I would mash you.”

“Um,” Kon says. “Thank you?”

Tim nods seriously, as if that makes any sense whatsoever, and then just as abruptly flops himself back down across the sofa. He nearly cracks his head open on Kon’s knee; Kon has to catch him and more gently adjust him to lay across his lap.

“You’re very… smashable,” Tim adds, like an afterthought. He’s wearing makeup tonight, glittering along his cheekbones in the low light. “Though you’re not a monster. At all.”

“Thanks, buddy,” Kon says wryly. Tim may have had more than two cups of punch, actually. Either that, or he didn’t eat before coming here. “You want any water?”

Tim goes a curious shade of red, blushing all the way to his ears. He sits up again, hugging one knee to his chest, and hides behind his hair. “Are you—are you calling me thirsty?” He sounds scandalized. “I’m not! I’m just saying. You’d make the mashiest monster ever.”

Oh, brother.

Trying not to laugh, Kon gets up from the sofa and holds out his hands. “I’m just trying to make sure you’re hydrated, doofus. C’mere, let’s go to the kitchen.”

Tim takes his hands, stands up, and then goes so perfectly still that Kon immediately knows the room is spinning under his feet. “I’m not drunk,” he says, and then flops forward into Kon’s chest with a hum. “You smell good.”

Wrangling a tipsy-to-drunk Tim is kind of like what Kon imagines handling a post-surgery ferret might be like. He’s so… noodley. And clingy. And smiley. It’s kinda cute, not that Kon would tell him so to his face anytime soon. The guy’s already got a big enough ego.

“Okay, not-drunk Robbie.” Kon pats his back, grinning. Cassie catches his eye over Tim’s shoulder and laughs outright. “Let’s put one foot in front of the other and go get you some—I mean, I want some water.”

“Oh!” Tim lifts his head. “You want water? You should’ve just said so.” Tim pats Kon’s shoulder with a remarkable amount of unintentional condescension for a drunk guy. Kon has to admit, begrudgingly, that it’s kinda impressive. “C’mon. Kitchen time.”

Kon knows how to pick his battles. “Lead the way,” he says, and lets Tim think he’s in charge as he guides them both to the kitchen.

He gets a glass of water into Tim’s hand and then picks him up and sets him on the counter, where he swings his feet and starts babbling. It’s swell right up until he starts trying to drunkenly backseat drive Anita’s piemaking (“Kon, tell him I’m not putting an engine diagram on my damn Halloween pie.”), at which point Kon groans, picks him up again, and carts him back to the living room.

“You,” Kon tells him, plopping back down onto the sofa, “are a menace.” He boops the tip of Tim’s nose.

Tim wrinkles his nose, then wriggles himself into Kon’s side and tugs his arm around himself. He’s so busy getting himself settled into Kon’s arm just right that he doesn’t even notice he’s using both hands to arrange Kon’s arm, which means Kon’s TTK is the only reason he doesn’t spill apple cider all over himself, Cissie’s couch, and the floor.

“But I’m your menace,” Tim informs him, once he’s satisfied with their positioning. He’s got both of his legs tossed across Kon’s lap now, and Kon’s poncho haphazardly draped over his shoulders like a weird jacket (instead of, like, putting it on like a poncho, which it is). “So there.”

Kon’s heart does something very mushy and flip-floppy in his chest, and he just sighs, squeezing Tim closer. “Yeah, bud, you got me there,” he agrees, and pretends he’s not incredibly charmed by the smug look on Tim’s face. “You got me there.”

[brendaareiss]

any caldre fluff hcs for when one of them is sick?

SICK CALDRE HEADCANONS!

I hope these are good enough!

-Cal

So, Cal gets sick pretty easily. He's the kind of person to always be sick, but never something that serious. He always catches stupid colds here and there, winter is truly hell for him. He has the worst immune system, due to the lack of real nutrients in his body (he basically just eats chicken tenders bro tf). So, Andre is used to it.

- Andre everytime Cal doesn't go to school, he comes to his house afterwards to basically check on him.

- He cleans Cal's room and does his laundry. Of course he makes Cal REAL food that most of the time, Cal absolutely hates, but he's forced to eat it anyways.

- He very rarely gives Cal any sort of pill, because he freaks out everytime Cal is in contact with those. But he gives him painkillers sometimes, when he's sick sick

- Cal is a lot more clingy than usual when he's sick. Andre wishes he could say he hates it, but he truly doesn't. He loves having Cal laying on top of him or holding him, running his fingers through Cal's hair or caressing his back, giving him pecks on his forehead and shoulders. Even if andre is in the furthest spot on the house, Cal would crawl to his arms, saying something like: "my head hurts.." or "my throat is sore..".

- Andre is initially very bratty about kissing Cal while he's sick, but he can't resist. By the end of the day, their lips are glued together. Andre hardly ever catches anything Cal has, so it's okay. He doesn't really care though, he just acts like he does

- The only time Andre really freaks out is when Cal starts gagging out of nowhere. He runs to the kitchen to bring a bowl or whatever he can find, he desperately looks for a plastic bag in Cal's room or directly grabbing Cal's hair and yanking him to the bathroom. He freaks out because, if Cal pukes, he's vomiting all of the real food andre gave him, leaving him with nothing inside, which means he won't get better any soon. But when Cal has to puke, of course Andre is gently grabbing his hair, giving him a glass of water afterwards and even brushing Cal's teeth.

- Andre basically stays in Cal's house until Cal is better. At this point, Andre takes more care of him than his own mom 😭

- Andre brings stupid little things Cal's been wanting to make him feel better/happier. A dumb little pocket knife Cal has mentioned before? Andre buys it and brings it to Cal when he's sick. Some of Andre's lighters that Cal said that he really liked? Andre gives them to Cal. Anything to make him feel better

- Andre doesn't smoke or drink when Cal is sick. He knows full well that Cal doesn't care and can't even smell it, but he feels bad when he does it. Like he is doing something wrong.

- Cal's siblings get really jealous. Frederick (I think that's Cal's younger brother's name, correct me if I'm wrong 🙏) gets jealous because he really likes Andre, and when Andre stays at the Gabriel's because Cal is sick, he basically doesn't get out of Cal's room. And when Frederick wants to go inside of Cal's room to spend time with his best bro (andre), his mom won't let him or Cal will kick him out of the room. Cassie (Cal's younger sister) on the other hand, gets jealous because she HATES andre with all her guts. When Andre's is staying at the Gabriel's because of Cal's sickness, she can't spend time with her sweet dear brother (by spending time I mean Cassie putting makeup on Cal's face and giving him all sort of hairstyles). So when she tries to get inside Cal's room, her mom won't let her or Cal, of course, will kick her out.

-Andre

So... When Andre gets sick, contrary to Cal, it's serious (haha zero day haha). He doesn't catch stupid colds or just a slightly headache, he only catches the WORST stomach aches and he has the WORST migraines. Cal is terrified every time that happens, because he doesn't really know how to act or what to do, so he really tries his best.

-Cal usually imitates what Andre does for him when he's sick when Andre's sick. Well, at least he tries

- When Andre can't go to school because he's sick, Cal always doesn't go either. He fully stays in Andre's room until he's better

- Cal always makes sure that the room is as darkest and quieter as possible

- contrary to Andre, Cal brings all the pills Andre has in his house. He doesn't know which one does what, so he just brings all of them.

-Cal is always running his fingers through Andre's hair, trying to soothe his migraines. Same goes when Andre has a rlly bad stomach ache, Cal would unconsciously start giving him belly rubs.

- By the way, when a stomach ache is the case, Andre is really freaked out, because some of them are contagious. So, if Cal is already dying with a dumb little cold he catched because of the temperature change, imagine if he catched the kind of things andre catches.

- Following by this, Andre doesn't really let Cal kiss him when he's sick. Even if he has only a migraine. He doesn't like having to kiss someone while sick, so he would just basically order Cal to not kiss him on the mouth. Cal would end up kissing the top of Andre's head gently and his neck.

- so, Cal doesn't know ANYTHING about cooking, so, he would just bring the food that Andre's mom made to Andre's room.

- Mel would sometimes be kicked out of Andre's room. When Andre has migraines, it pisses him off hearing the constant noise of Mel's collar and watching/feeling her running around his room or getting inside of things where she shouldn't (his drawers, for example). She also steps on Andre's stomach when Andre has stomach aches, so yeah. Cal would sometimes just get her collar of off her and letting her walk around Andre's room, or, just kicking her out

- Of course, andre is a lot more bossy and pissy when he's sick. Cal doesn't really care though

- Cal is basically like a doll when Andre's sick. Letting him hug him and cuddle with him whenever Andre wants and in whatever position Andre wants, it doesn't matter if it's uncomfortable. Cal is too worried abt Andre to think about being comfortable. But they usually cuddle in the big spoon/little spoon position (Cal being the little spoon) and Andre laying on top of Cal.

- Cal tries to stay as quiet as possible or talk as softly as he can (YOU KNOW WHEN IN THE MOVIE, HE SAYS THIS TO MEL: "don't tell dad, okay"? SO THAT'S HOW HE TALKS TO ANDRE WHEN HE'S SICK 😭) because he knows, most of the time Andre's head hurts more only by hearing noises (fucking migraines). He doesn't even try to make Andre laugh, that would be worse, because when Andre is sick it basically hurts to laugh

- All of their day is basically Andre laying on top of Cal. Cal with his legs wrapped around Andre, running his fingers through his hair and giving him gentle pecks on his forehead and the top of his head. When Andre has a stomach ache, just add "watching a random movie" to what I said before

[drama--universe]

Jealousy, jealousy

Requested by anonymous: Hi 👋 can you please write for Vincenzo, Jang Han Seok, Jang Han Seo about how will they react when their jealous?

Thank you ❤️

Pairings: Vincenzo Cassano, Jang Han-Seok & Jang Han-Seo x reader

Warnings: toxic relationship (Han-Seok)

Vincenzo Cassano:

Picking you up at work after your shift was normal for him

normally you are right at the entrance, waiting for him

today you're not

instead, you are still inside and talking to someone

it seemed like you were stopped before leaving, clear as you were holding your bag and dressed in a long coat and his shawl

now Vincenzo knew you were an decent person, not one to ever lie or even think of cheating

but the burning feeling in his chest was impossible to ignore

his hands were clenched, fingernails digging in his palm as he watched from outside

receiving weird looks from a number of people that just as quickly left after being glared at

now there are multiple ways this could go after that

one, he'd remain outside and wait for you

more likely to was option number two

he'd go inside and get you

so with a fake smile plastered on his face, he made his way inside

one of his arms made his way around your waist, a chaste kiss on your cheek before he turned to the person

holding out his hand to greet them, he made sure to tighten his grip a bit more than necessary

then he turned to you again

and you could see the slight annoyance in his eyes, so you excused yourself and made your way outside

"You're jealous."

he scoffs and roles his eyes at you

but does not deny anything and instead chooses to remain quiet

"He's already married with three kids. Trust me, he's not interested."

it changes nothing, Vincenzo has seen man do much worse

but he drops it and focuses on you instead

you might get a more clingy Vincenzo for the rest of the day though

Jang Han Seok:

won't even try to defend him

he gets jealous quickly, doesn't really like anyone talking to you

but he won't act until it goes to far

which basically means if the other person got a bit too close for his liking

touching you in any way is also a giant no

and if that happens, the person would suddenly not talk to you anymore for some reason

worst case scenario, they'd suddenly dissapear

best example of this is your previous boss

a bit too handsy for Han-Seok's liking, even though his actions were meant in a fatherly way

and you knew this of course, seeing no problem with the touches since they were all with your consent

suddenly he didn't show up the next day

or the next

or the next week

and then you're told that you have a new boss since the previous one quit

you're at a complete loss, which quickly turns into a rant as you tell your boyfriend

unaware as he smiles throughout the story

also unaware of your previous boss' screams from your basement

instead, Han-Seok shushes to sleep with a smirk

Jang Han Seo:

this man makes it impossible for you not to make him jealous

he trusts you fully, but by God does he get pouty

first time noticing this is at a work party

he's standing by your side, arm wrapped around your waist

you talk to a business partner

one from overseas and thus different ways of greeting

more commonly a kiss, or three, on the cheek while smiling brightly

you are accustomed to this, Han-Seo is definitely not

first, a look of bewilderment

quickly followed by a scoff and roll of the eyes

(cause he's sassy like that)

but as the conversation continues and your laughter doesn't seize, he gets pouty

fingers playing with your dress/shirt, trying to get your attention

all while his bottom lip is slightly pushed out in a form of pout

this can end in two ways then

one, he gets his attention and your friend leaves

which makes him happy, of course, and will probably get you kisses

second one, you continue to talk

gets more pouty before leaving your side, just barely though

gets something to drink or eat, gets you one as well

then basically forces himself in the conversation one way or another

will call you his wife on accident, blushes but remains confident in that statement

he's ready to pop the question anyway if you wanted him too, ring always ready in the inner pocket of his jacket/pants pocket

you usually shrug it off to his greatest disappointment

and when the conversation is fully stopped, you will probably be kissed as well

you're getting kissed anyway, so choose your route

[wayfayrr]

The Menace Anon is back but with a Self Aware ask because I got an idea as I tried to mod my Switch. How about that Zelda is aware in the Game? There is already Zelda's Ballade a Mod for BotW so Zelda replaced Link/ Wild. So what about Zelda being the one who is aware and works together with her Link as in Age of Calamity it's possible to play as Zelda. And now there are two Zeldas and maybe one Link/Calamity as he is probably aware of Reader with all the DLCs and if Reader is anything like me they get 100%. I did that to BotW and am working on it in TotK. Zelda would be extremely clingy especially Flora, BotW Zelda, as she lost everyone who is important to her. Maybe she gets Wild to help her. Fauna and Calamity have Terrako and this little thing shoots through the screen with his laser. TAKE COVER READER!

this is gonna be a funny thing to answer as someone who isn't the fondest of zelda in botw/totk (she had the potential to be really good I just don't vibe with how she was written lmao - so many missed opportunities)

but that also has the potential of introducing the fact of what if you didn't like the characters story when they were aware - because that would be awful for her wouldn't it?

she loves you more than anything but because of the way her story was written you don't like her? Even going as far as to apologise to link about what he got put through in the story? so she's stuck hearing you give him your pity as she's trying her HARDEST to get you to see her in another light, while link is either looking on smugly at your blatant favouritism or staring on blankly as he is simply a puppet of the game who isn't even alive either one being a good spark to why she'd be more willing to work with the aoc pair.

I think they'd have more potential to work together in aoc as compared to either botw/totk (also time to give cal some time in the spotlight like you mentioned) seeing as he has the most "history" with zelda, whereas wild/tears have no incentive to (they're the only playable character so what does she have on them?)

Zelda from her actions alone at the opening also seems to be more reckless in her safety than link, so her hopping into another game earlier than when she'd have a good grasp on how to do it without many issues seems in character for her. hence, now there's two different zeldas in your aoc file? That shouldn't be something that happens right? you've watched the cutscene many times and she never appeared with the other botw characters - so why is she here now? But the other members seem to acknowledge her so maybe you're just misremembering? They'll make sure to keep a note of anyone who might try to convince you otherwise as well.

when the three of them finally do get out - and probably after apologising for scorching a wall or something, then they have the perfect place to start winning you over properly <3 trying to prove to you that they're more than simply the character that Nintendo wrote them as, that you should give them a chance to show you how much they care for you!!!

just, just don't choose link over them, else you may not see much of him anymore - as while they can work together, they aren't exactly willing to work with a threat, but as long as you treat them equally there's no issue right?

[callieisto]

⊹˚₊‧꒰ა𓆩✧𓆪໒꒱ ‧₊˚⊹ Cal’s Kinktober 2024 Prompt List! ⊹˚₊‧꒰ა𓆩✧𓆪໒꒱ ‧₊˚⊹

Happy pre-Kinktober! I’m going to be writing little blurbs/fics all through October (hopefully), and this is my list of characters and kinks :3

Day 1: Break

Day 2: Oral Fixation

- Secondary Kink/Trope: Hand worship

(Logan Howlett)

Day 3: threesome

- Secondary Kink/Trope: body worship

(Jason Todd/Roy Harper)

Day 4: Aphrodisiac

- Secondary Kink/Trope: Breeding

(Sam Winchester)

Day 5: Mask Kink

- Secondary Kink/Trope: n/a

(Jason Todd)

Day 6: Food play

- Secondary Kink/Trope: n/a

(Wally West)

Day 7: Gun play

- Secondary Kink/Trope: n/a

(Dean Winchester)

Day 8: Break

Day 9: Overstimulation

- Secondary Kink/Trope: n/a

(Sam Winchester (receiving))

Day 10: Mutual Masturbation

- Secondary Kink/Trope: n/a

(Tim Drake)

Day 11: Asphyxiation

- Secondary Kink/Trope: n/a

(Wade Wilson)

Day 12: Face sitting

- Secondary Kink/Trope: trans!char

(Sam Winchester)

Day 13: Thigh Riding

- Secondary Kink/Trope: n/a

(Aaron Hotchner)

Day 14: Orgasm Denial

- Secondary Kink/Trope: n/a

(Spencer Reid)

Day 15: Break

Day 16: Praise Kink

- Secondary Kink/Trope: crying

(Jason Todd)

Day 17: Lingerie

- Secondary Kink/Trope: body worship

(Sam Winchester)

Day 18: Tit Fucking

- Secondary Kink/Trope: n/a

(Diana Prince)

Day 19: Throat Fucking

- Secondary Kink/Trope: dom/sub

(Emily Prentiss)

Day 20: Reunion Sex

- Secondary Kink/Trope: desperate sex, clingy, overstimulation

(Spencer Reid)

Day 21: Free Use

- Secondary Kink/Trope: multiple

(BAU)

Day 22: Break

Day 23: Car Sex

- Secondary Kink/Trope: n/a

(Dean Winchester)

Day 24: Thigh fucking

- Secondary Kink/Trope: punishment

(Jason Todd)

Day 25: Hate Sex

- Secondary Kink/Trope: degradation

(Tim Drake)

Day 26: Pet Play

- Secondary Kink/Trope: daddy kink...

(Emily Prentiss)

Day 27: Aftercare

- Secondary Kink/Trope: threesome

(Garcia and Derek)

Day 28: Size difference

- Secondary Kink/Trope: n/a

(Bruce Wayne)

Day 29: Break

Day 30: Secret

- Secondary Kink/Trope: almost caught, public sex

(Knight!Jason Todd)

Day 31: Monsterfucking

- Secondary Kink/Trope: scenting/werewolf/knotting

(Werewolf!Dean Winchester)

(These are all going to get done at some point, regardless of if it’s still October… and feel free to send me messages! Let me know if you want to be tagged, too! Happy kinktober <33)

[reallife6anoufriev6boy6]

Dogboy!cal and owner!andre hc's pluz stimboard plzz

🐾anon!

dogboy!cal and owner!andre stimboard

these kind of suck because im super tired and have bad writers block but whateves

cal would be pretty clingy to andre and would always be around him.

hes a very sweet dogboy, but he can also be extremely intimidating and scary. sometimes he even freaks andre out, but he gets over it.

i feel like cal would be a pretty lazy dogboy. he wouldnt want to do a lot and would much rather be sprawled out in bed, but i think he would be pretty treat motivated and andre would get him to do things using dog treats.

calvin will go fetch the bullets and shells and casings whenever him and andre are out shooting just so that no animals eat them on accident or something. andre gives him plenty of praise and will ruffle his hair.

when theyre sleeping together cal will practically lay on top of andre and sprawl out. his tail would wag and hit the bed which would annoy the absolute shit out of andre, but hes also just happy that cals happy.

calvin definitely has a biting and drooling problem. he will drool on andre all the time and also bite him a lot. he has a ton of bite marks on him because of it, but hes training him not to do that.

[diazsdimples]

Fuck It Friday!

Tagged by @theotherbuckley who's just uploaded her first smut fic!!! Go check it out!

I really did say "fuck it" today and started a new wip. Don't look at me. This one is forecast to be short and sweet though so check back with me in a couple of days when it's over 10k and consuming my life!

Buck wasn’t moping. Certainly not. He doesn’t mope. Not at all. Not even if it’s been a whole 24 hours since he last saw his boyfriend. The relationship is still new and exciting enough that he wants to spend all his time wrapped up in those strong arms and forget about everything except the soft lips pressed to his forehead. He doesn’t want to come across as clingy though. It’s always been a bit of an insecurity of Buck’s, that people will thing he’s a bit, well, much. So, instead of grabbing his phone and scrolling through his contacts until he finds his boyfriends number so he can call him and beg to come over, Buck throws himself on his couch and begins to aimlessly scroll through the daytime television options, until he finally settles on Married at First Sight. He's just gasping at the first dinner party (one of the brides stormed out in tears!) when his phone begins to buzz. Thinking that finally, finally, his beloved is calling and asking to hang out, Buck throws himself at his phone hands shaking with excitement as he turns it over and reads the caller ID. Christopher Diaz. Ah well, the next best thing it is then. “Hey, Chris!” Buck answers, trying not to let his initial disappointment show in his voice. He’s got all the time in the world for this kid, even if he’s becoming a moody teenager with a wit that’s as sharp as a whip, just like his father. “Hey Buck! Are you doing anything today?” Christopher’s voice is a little tinny through his phone’s speaker, cracking a little. It’s hard to tell if it’s the shitty service he sometimes gets if the wind is blowing in a funny direction, or if Christopher’s voice has started breaking. He suspects it’s the latter, based purely off the phone call he’d received a couple of days prior where Eddie had spent the entire call giggling down the phone about how Christopher had cracked a massive high during an argument about screen time. Buck hums, pretending to think. “Hmmmm, my diary looks pretty booked. Says right here that I’ve got to watch three episodes of crappy reality tv and then eat loads of fried chicken. I’m swamped.” “Buck,” Christopher says flatly and Buck laughs, loud and ringing through the loft. “I’m only kidding. What’s up, kid?” “The baby hippo has finally born at the zoo and we have to go see it! Can you come over today, please?” Buck can practically picture Christopher bouncing up and down with excitement as he relays this information. Despite months of insistence that he’s “too old for the zoo”, Christopher has been eagerly following their resident hippo’s pregnancy, sending Buck updates as fast as the zoo will come out with them. Really, he’s been grooming Buck for this trip for months. “What does your dad have to say about this?” Buck asks, already knowing the answer. “He says it’s fine as long as you’re up for it,” comes the reply, and Buck doesn’t miss the almost pleading edge to Christopher’s voice. “Pleaaaase, Buck? A baby hippo!” “Okay, okay, okay!” Buck laughs, hauling himself off the couch and collecting his keys. “I’ll be there in a moment.” Buck hangs up the phone and rushes around the loft to collect his keys, a hoodie and a bottle of water, all previous thoughts of despair about the lack of contact from his boyfriend gone from his mind at the prospect of seeing his two favourite people.

Tagging @hippolotamus @watchyourbuck @disasterbuckdiaz @puppyboybuckley @bucksbackwardcap @fortheloveofbuddie @spotsandsocks @aroeddiediaz @pirrusstuff @housewifebuck @daffi-990 @jesuisici33 @tizniz @wikiangela @steadfastsaturnsrings @buckbuckgoose @exhuastedpigeon @cal-daisies-and-briars @wildlife4life @slightlyobsessedwitheverything @evanbegins @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @rainbow-nerdss @kitteneddiediaz @elvensorceress @epicbuddieficrecs @smilingbuckley @thekristen999

[doueverwonder]

May I request, Illinois-Centered CaliIlliYork hcs? To even out the trio.

Before Cali entered the picture Illinois had never dated anyone but York. Because of this when he started dating California too bud got a shock because he was so used to everything being one way and then suddenly It Wasn't.

IMO the most physically affectionate of the three. Not clingy like Cal is but definitely very affectionate

this man is just trying to live his quiet little life but ended up dating two of the most dramatic bitches in the country smh

NY and Cal thought they knew what they were getting into when they started dating him, y'know Chicago, and instead they're getting dragged on multi hour road trips to look at fields of corn. you live and you learn ig.

i've said this before but Illinois explaining the intricacies of Midwest Nice to them. He has a powerpoint presentation bc Iowa just owned u and u don't even realize it.

Illi HATES the ocean 0/10 refuses to get in it. York and Cal are trying to convince him it's no different than Lake Michigan, it is not working.

NY: C'mon Illi, you'll swim in the great lakes.

Illinois: The lakes don't have sharks.

Cali: I can change that!

Illinois: NO.

Will KILL Them over baseball fr, this man is backing three different teams which just means he's got three chances to almost be the reason for the breakup.

Cali and York did not realize in dating Illi they're also dating Indy and Ohio apparently. package deal.

trying to keep it separate but Chicago is shrinking and Illinois is on this spiral of "if i'm not important anymore are they still going to want me" but refuses to voice this so he can be assured they still will.

[averagecalkestisenjoyer]

Cal Kestis is a cuddler. You cannot fall asleep in the bed with this man, he is a clingy cuddler

[frozenjokes]

cubfan135 and zombiecleo tell mumbo jumbo to kill himself

please refer to ao3 for a more detailed tw regarding (temporary, unrelated to mental health) suicide

LOOP N4

With Scar being borderline unbearable for such a long amount of time, Cub was learning to get around him by creating fake tasks that absolutely needed to be done with utmost haste by only Scar.

Scar wanted to be helpful, but he had a way a being helpful that made both Cub and Cleo want to snap his neck, so it was generally unproductive to say the least. Neither of them wanted to talk to Scar about it; Cub would rather just murder Scar and Cleo seemed convinced this was a passing phase. While the intensity of Scar’s overbearing nature did feel as though it was beginning to lessen, he was still clingy and edgy and a pain in the ass 95% of the time. But they were stuck with him, no way out of it, so they had to make due. Cleo was convinced that if they managed not to dismember Scar for long enough, he would eventually calm down, and while Cub was not used to exercising so much self control, Cleo was smarter than him about these kinds of things.

So that was that. Cub would entertain himself crafting wild goose chases for Scar to go on (which, admittedly, was quite a bit of fun), and Cub and Cleo would bide their time as they continued their walkthrough, working through the necessities. Currently they were in the control room, combing the entire thing for potential traps and noting down possible clues for later, each in their own separate sphere, unspeaking. Cub missed these comfortable silences between them; Scar wasn’t the most talkative of guys in his current state of mind, but he had a way of ruining the air of a room, turning the quiet to static with those wild, neurotic eyes. Especially now. Especially now. Cub hoped he got better soon, he really had trouble watching what he said. God knows he was never bringing up food in front of Scar ever again.

But it was fine. It was fine. Time is damn good medicine, and soon enough Scar would stop fretting over his planet and that horrid phone call he’d shared with his folks.

Then the main screen lit up. Someone was.. someone was calling.

The action legitimately startled Cub; no one called, EVER, he and Cleo only had one opportunity to do so a week, and it made no sense for that call to come from the outside. Most of their time was spent in the safe room; they wouldn’t even know if someone was trying to reach them. Better to say what you have to say when the prisoners were ready to speak to you anyway; they both had their fair share of bad days, even if Cleo rarely missed a call home. Cub rarely bothered, so she could take advantage of his time most weeks.

Cleo answered it before Cub had finished processing. The black and white cat from before; Scar’s same species, stared back at them, equally baffled looking.

“Hello? Oh.. Is this a bad time? Is Scar around, do you know? I wanted to talk to him, I think- Oh, I’m being rude, aren’t I.. Mumbo. I’m Mumbo. You can understand me, right? Oh dear, maybe not. You’re looking at me like your can’t understand me. Oh goodness.” Mumbo turned suddenly, looking offscreen, “What?”

Someone out of frame spoke.

“There’s subtitles, oh, well good. Do.. are there subtitles on our end? Can they speak to me?” … “..No..? Ah, well that’s probably okay. Listen-“

Cleo hung up, rigid. “Scar can’t know.” Stiffly, Cub nodded. This could only be a bad thing; Scar’s folks calling him just to chew him out would reset all the progress they’d made! That couldn’t happen. Cub could not endure any more Crazy Eyes Scar than absolutely necessary.

And then the call sounded again. Cleo answered and hung up, immediately. Again, Mumbo called.

“How many damn calls is Scar allowed!?” they shrieked, and Cub felt a similar panic bubbling in his chest, whipping his head towards the two doors.

“I sent him away twenty minutes ago- He’ll be back soon-“

“No.” When Mumbo called a fourth time, Cleo answered, hissing, “Stop calling you twerpy shitass motherfucker! Get out of here! Shut up!”

“Oh dear..” Mumbo scratched the back of his ears, shifting, “You’re angry.. I guess I understand, but I really-“

“No-!” Cub started, an attempt to continue what Cleo had done, but he hadn’t planned for this, he had no pre-written insults handy. Well, there were always the classics. “Die. Die. Kill yourself. Die. Kill yourself kill yourself die die die.”

“Yeah!” Cleo rallied, making Cub feel a modicum less pathetic. “Kill yourself! Get out of here! We don’t want you here!”

“I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you-“

Cleo laughed at that, but it didn’t look like Mumbo could tell, sufficiently mortified despite not knowing what either of them were saying.

“Listen, please, I know you don’t like me, I saw you when I- when Scar and I talked, but I just want to smooth things out with him, alright? He’s not- will you stop it with the noise-“ Mumbo snapped at Cub, whose onslaught hadn’t stopped, and was now being encouraged to continue, “He’s not a bad guy and I- I just need to talk to him.”

Cleo snapped their fingers in Cub’s face, shutting him up. “This isn’t working. We don’t have time to pray this stops, so we’ll have to nip this bud at the source.” They stopped, side eyeing the screen, “Maybe this guy’ll get the message then.”

“Kill Scar you mean? Damn. This was a good run so far.”

“Don’t act like you mind it,” Cleo scoffed, and as always she was correct.

Cub continued without acknowledgment. “Should one of us stay? One of us go look for him? Either way we’ll be able to stop him before he sees too much.”

“No.” Cleo glanced up at Mumbo, who was looking distressed by how clear it was neither of them were paying any attention to him. “We both wait here, one of us by each door. Make the first shot count, then unload your gun on him, really make it graphic. Then, if he’s still around, he can watch us kill ourselves. No one will call back after that.”

“Shit. That’s awesome. This guy’s about to have his damn life ruined.”

Cleo preened. “That’s the hope. Let’s just make sure he doesn’t hang up prematurely.” She turned to an increasingly frustrated looking Mumbo as she backed toward the left door, and Cub went to the right, not bothering to lend Mumbo any sort of attention.

“I- Are you leaving?” There was distress there, Mumbo’s ears pinned and four hands anxiously fidgeting. “Please don’t go, I really want to work this out. Even if- Even if you don’t cooperate, if he’s busy or sleeping or you just won’t retrieve him just.. Tell him he’s not stupid. You don’t even have to say it was from me, just tell him he’s not- Scar isn’t stupid. He thinks he is, and Wastes knows he’s got a whole other host of problems but he’s- he’s not stupid. I said it and I really- I wish I hadn’t, please tell him he’s not stupid.” Mumbo drew two paws over his ears and down his face, shaking his head, “He isn’t even selfish, that’s the thing! Not any more than the rest of us!”

Mumbo started to pace, “He’s not selfish! He’s not! He’s just negligent! Criminally negligent! I want to call him lazy but I don’t even know if that’s true he just- argh! If he doesn’t care about something it isn’t happening! Do you know how many problems that causes? That’s why we’re angry! But I’m not- I’m not even angry anymore, it just bothers me to know that he thinks he’s stupid when intelligence has nothing to do with the actual problem! But that’s- that’s not relevant right now. He’s going to be gone for years, and we can work it through when he’s home. He knows he fucked up. He knows. Being unable to continue working is punishment enough I’m sure, it might even kick his ass into gear and..”

Mumbo sighed, long and hard. “It wasn’t just his fault. As much as Grian wants to believe it, that’s just not true. I should have stuck to my guns. I let him push on, I doubted myself. I recognized that ship. I knew what to look for, humans make them all the same for a reason. I just.. I don’t know. You get desperate. Truly, if anyone was going to kill and extract human prisoners from a ship like that, I think it’d probably be Scar. Isn’t that crazy? Grian thinks so. He’s just angry. Bitter. Hu-“ Mumbo cut himself off with a harsh shake of his head. “Stupid. Can’t let anything go. I think that’s stupidity, I’ll tell you.”

“Damn,” Cub mumbled, half absently, “Y’know, I don’t actually think this guy is that much of an asshole. Not great, but.”

Cleo shrugged. “Shame. Too bad he’s gonna get a lot to think about in a minute.”

“Do you feel bad?”

Cleo scoffed. “Like, guilty? No. I don’t care what this guy’s intentions are, I am not risking any more horrorshow Scar than necessary.” They eyed him, almost teasingly. “Do you feel bad?”

“Oh, no. I was just curious.” And that was true. True enough that when Cleo made a skeptical hmm noise, Cub bristled, though they waved him off.

“I believe you. God knows I’m stunted enough to do something like this and get a full night’s sleep after.”

“I find it hard to care about other people,” Cub mumbled, and the words came so completely out of nowhere that it startled him internally.

“I know,” Cleo didn’t miss a beat, and Cub believed them, it frightened him a little that he could believe that they knew, even when this was something he’d failed to consider about himself before, at least enough to bring it to words. “Does that bother you?” The question was gentle, so kind it ached.

“I don’t know.”

Cub was suddenly aware of Mumbo’s silence, he was watching them, and there was a longing there, like he could tell they were deliberating about something and just hoping things would turn out in his favor.

And the the right door started to open, Cub’s door, and he shot Scar twice in the head, nearly point blank to the point where there was very little left to shoot, and then, catching Scar as he fell, unloaded the rest of the bullets into Scar’s chest, blood and viscera flying back into Cub’s face. Vaguely, he was aware of a screech from the speakers and he dropped Scar’s body, the sound of it hitting the floor loud and wet and surely audible over the connection. He looked up. He felt the muzzle of Cleo’s gun against his head. He never found out if Mumbo stayed to witness her bring it to her own chin.

LOOP N4 B

There was not much to say until Scar arrived, ear moving every which direction, whiskers twitching, wary and nervous, reasonably. Cub was certain Scar had no idea what had happened, dead too quickly.

“Uh..” Maybe Scar was put off by the quiet, by Cub and Cleo still in bed, neither moving to stand. “What happened? Did I trigger something?”

“Nope. Cleo tripped.” Cub wasn’t sure why he’d spoken, he hadn’t come up with a lie.

“What?” Scar said, quickly parroted by an offended Cleo.

“What? Please Cub, enlighten us on what happened.” Ah, that wasn’t good. Cub would bet anything Cleo had thought up a cover story, they were smart like that, but maybe Cub was a little on edge and had piped up without thinking. Wouldn’t have been the first time.

“Uh. Cleo tripped and the ship blew up.”

“Again?” Scar shrieked, not hearing Cleo snort behind him, “But I- I checked all the tiles! You told me to check! None of them had any symbols or anything! Unless I- oh, I must have missed one or got distracted or-“

“No.” Cub cut him off, “Button. In the control room. Self destruct button. We knew it was there but you were gone when we found it. Forgot to tell you. Cleo tripped and hit it. Her fault.”

“Okay, Cub-“ Cleo growled, speaking in the type of way that told Cub his life was going to be over very soon, “You know, it’s true though, I’ve been feeling awfully clumsy lately.” Cleo drew their gun, Cub looking on mildly.

“Man. Hope your aim is better with vertigo than without.” Seven shots being fired in quick succession made it so aim was not so big of an issue. And the eighth shot from Scar made it so that bleeding out and/or many of the other complications being shot brought forth were not of any concern.

Cleo frowned. That didn't feel good. They huffed to themself, shaking their head. Stupid. Tossing their gun over their shoulder, they flopped back down in bed, stewing. She wasn’t sure why she was so pissed off, and she didn’t like to be. She liked a lot less that her first reaction to this kind of anger was to empty her gun into the nearest perpetrator, but she supposed that was a problem for Future Cleo. It would be nice if fires like this didn’t burn so hot so fast.. they didn’t used to.

Out of all the things Cleo was prepared to happen to them when they were shipped off to space, rage problems weren’t one of them. They used to be so patient. They were a teacher, they taught kids. They liked kids. Even with pain, and they’d known pain, it never really made her angry, not to this extreme. She wasn’t- she wasn’t an angry person. Not before. Now, just about anything could set her off.

“I don’t like when you guys do that..” Scar. Oh, and that pissed her off.

“Check back in when you’ve lived alone with him for five years, I’ll be more open to criticism.”

Scar backed down. Cleo was facing the other way, she didn’t see or hear him do anything, but she knew, she’d been around him long enough to tell. In their mind’s eye, they could see the way Scar’s ear turned, brow creased, tail lowered, and they didn’t like that. They didn’t want that. They weren’t used to someone who didn’t fight back.

“Sorry,” she said, gruffer than she’d intended. “I just hate his guts sometimes. I love him, but I hate his fucking guts, y’know?”

“I know. He’s mean to you.”

“He’s not.. he’s fine.”

“He’s mean. One mistake and I wish I never asked. I don’t like it when he’s an asshole to you. You don’t even deserve all the flack for that, it was an accident, and I think we all know who the most accident prone person here is. I’m a walking hazard, if I know anything it’s that.”

“You’re fine, Scar. Cub’s fine too, I just overreact and shoot him over it. Feels good for a second, but then it’s gone. It’s immature. He doesn’t do that to me.”

“What? He tries to kill you constantly.”

Cleo chuckled, a joyless sound. “That’s different. He doesn’t do it because he’s pissed off at me. Most of the time.” Scar crossed all four of his arms, which was an extremely silly thing to see when Cleo turned to face him. She’d never seen him do that before; had he picked it up from her?

“You both kill each other and you’re both assholes to each other. You both do it.”

Cleo grunted dismissively, “It’s whatever.”

Scar was quiet for so long that Cleo expected him to have dropped it, but he straightened, apparently finding his nerve. “I don’t like it.”

Cleo gazed at him through narrowed lids, but Scar did not waver, did not back down. Heavily, Cleo sighed through her nose. “I don’t like it either.”