#man i accidentally let these gets so long sorry anon i just can't stop the yap

[tfdtreasurer]

I think transfem eridan is an interesting interpretation of eridan because (though not frequently stated in the comic) she spent time crafting her identity around a dead male figure (dualscar) and the cruelty of alternia. This created toxicity, instability, and ignorant bigotry in eridan. I also think her whole deal with magic can be symbolic of a repressed sense of self or even femininity as many girl characters in Homestuck use magic. She denies magic saying it's fake and calling her magic wand a "science" wand furthering the sentiment of her repressed femininity.

Thank you anon for seeing the vision because that is indeed a good jist of it. Now, if you don't mind I'll use the points you brought up as a platform to get into them in detail.

Eridan indeed crafts a lot of her facade around Orphaner Dualscar. It's unclear if she ever had a journal of his like Vriska did Mindfang, but it's clear she was aware of his lore (for fun headcanoning: judging from Aranea's shared penchant for storytelling with Mindfang and Cronus's side music thing, I would figure Dualscar's tales were encoded musically, possibly in sea shanties or a lyrical epic). It should also be noted that in the only visual depiction of Dualscar, while Eridan shares the striped pants, jewelry, and cape, it's her scarf that is the twist on the formula. Now, in the heart of headcanon this is all but proof that it's a gift from patterned fabric loving Kanaya, and that she gets adam's apple dysphoria. But that's just headcanon. 🚬🍷

Where Dualscar and the unfathomable cruelty of Alternia intersect for Eridan is with the inherited duty of Orphaner. I think I fully agree with how Alternia made her toxic and unstable, but I will disagree on the part that Eridan is ignorantly bigoted. In my mind, the more accurate way to put it is complicity defeatist. Alternia didn't brainwash Eridan, it just broke her into accepting it because how familiar she became with the mechanisms and forces that made it unstoppable. She's not ignorant of her world's cruel nature, and any sample of her bigotry is performance rather than belief. This is still harmful overall, don't get it twisted, but it's no different than other characters hemospectrum hangups, from Karkat to Equius. Now this will be a helluva tangent, but I do promise it goes somewhere on the reading of transfem HC Eridan, while providing a lot of interpretation of canon Eridan. Because the most underappreciated detail of Alternia as a setting is that it is kind of in a cold war with itself.

"As a self-governing body, the land dwelling portion of [HIC's] empire was formidable. But her force of sea dwellers was equally formidable, and the two were kept in check not only with the threat of psychic annihilation, but their mutual hatred and distrust."

It's another thing that makes Eridan's claims of wanting to kill all land dwellers ironic and an empty threat, because in cold war fashion, any attempt to make a move on land dwellers would be met by their Mutually Assured Destruction. Yet, despite neither side being able to make a move, it's still a cold war. Even for die hard hemocasteists like Equius, sea dwellers are seen as mortal enemies that it's alright to kill in spite of normal hemospectrum conventions. This is why I previously mentioned Eridan as experiencing a form of siege mentality. I will always disagree that Eridan is a supremacist because I think the most accurate diagnosis of her genuine issues is that she's the rawest simplest form of xenophobe. Trusting of members of her own group, trusting the "other" only in that their hostility is earnest and reliable, embodying the rampant paranoia that characterized both Cold War superpowers. Plus, although her efforts are still noncommittal and performative, Eridan does make a show of seeking out doomsday devices (read: WMDs), blatantly imitating the Cold War's arms race.

So why do I bring up the Cold War? Because it relates and reinforces another thing that Eridan is associated with. (Jack) Noir. Eridan borrows a lot visually and ideologically from film noir, a genre that thrived and established itself in that post-war start of the cold war America. Eridan's best and most striking panels (IMO) are pages 3328 and 3331. You may know what I'm talking about before even looking them up they're so visually iconic. They take their cues from noir chiaroscuro lighting. Stark shadows and light, backlit silhouette, the classic trope of lighting through Venetian blinds/bannisters being evoked by Eridan's striped clothing in the one. (And being fair to all perspectives, even anti-Eridaners: take a pause from comparing Eridan to Draco Malfoy, because nobody likes HP anymore and maybe start comparing her to Sin City's Kevin. I've been called a lot of things for liking Eridan before but you could be the first to call me a cannibal) Visual language can only suggest so much though. Eridan still fits noir philosophy in spades. Nihilism, cynicism, godlessness and sin. Having nobody you can trust, angels that may be demons, black and white melodrama. Falling prey to a society that will chew you up and spit you out, make you the terrible person it wants you to be. And at the end of the day: tragic endings, friends killing friends. Eridan is cynical and defeatist. She lived in a world that despised her, put in the role to keep it that way, and gave up trying to change it. You can see in her associations that she likes her land dweller friends, but her approach is like how she sees magic. It would be nice if it were real, she'd like that, but it isn't.

Okay okay, the Cold War, film noir, what the fuck does any of this have to do with transfem Eridan? The paranoia. The constant lingering doubt of who can be trusted with a secret. The hiding of true selves and identity. Sympathies for the "other side" having to be suppressed or hidden, disguised. Lest you be accused. Or, if those sympathies have evolved into identity, caught and outed. How all the suppression of the self takes its psychological toll. So yeah, it has a depressing amount to do with her.

Paranoia arc over. We've already gone over magic as a symbol for the ideal versus the "real." Homestuck is even less shy as using it as a symbol for the innocence of childhood, as seen mainly with Tavros clinging to his childish innocence. So, it's certainly no stretch that it can represent repressed gender, in a way a combination of those two. The ideal being the innocence of a childhood raised the way we may have wanted, versus the reality of the one we receive and in which innocence is lost and dysphoria is present. Again, Eridan's approach to magic is wishing it's real, but being resigned to its unobtainability. Wishing magic was real. Wishing that she could trust her friends. Wishing that she had a choice in who she is. But knowing that magic is fake. Knowing that land dwellers hate sea dwellers. Knowing that her destiny is taking up the mantle of the Orphaner.

Homestuck is a whole mess of character parallelism and foils, and Eridan does indeed parallel with a lot of girls, especially when it comes to magic. To start with the obvious: There are almost too many Rose-Eridan parallels to count. But just to demonstrate from their intros alone: One is a dabbler in Freudian psychoanalysis and the other is Mrs. I-have-a-psychological-complex and am definitely a Freudian mess of I kill mother and father figures for a living. And don't get me started on the W fridge. She shares a little parallel with Jade, a Witch, by embodying the harpoon gun side of the riflekind. For fellow trolls, Eridan is often less parallel and more foil especially for Kanaya and Feferi, but that's a whole other story. Though considerably less "magic," Meenah somehow shares more character design DNA with Eridan than Feferi.

All cherry picked alpha kid parallels do come with the asterisk that they all share DNA with the dead trolls but Roxy is notable because so many of her parallels with her dancestor end up doubling up with Eridan too, the most significant being the love of wizards. Since noir featured so heavily in this post, I'd also be remiss to not point out that Jane is associated with hard boiled fiction, which is earlier than the later noir but they're fairly similar genres, sharing a lot of tropes and themes. Also because I think Jane's skeptical, cynical hard boiled detective connections are an often overlooked part of her character that people should appreciate more. She's more than just baking, people.

With the transfem reading, the entire deal with there cherubs becomes a whole other thing. But, the jist really speaks for itself. Magic, wandkind, childhood innocence, femininity. Living reality, riflekind, emotional stuntedness, masculinity. I'm going to avoid saying anything definitive about the author because it's just not my place, I don't know them personally, and tbh I trust them about as far as I can throw them. However, to put it frankly, the cherubs could be seen as the smoking gun of "having hangups with how an upbringing killed the feminine aspect, villainizing the masculine and idealizing the feminine through the symbol of magic and just don't pay attention to how the author self insert dies accepting that magic isn't real." Like, FUCK, that's goddamned motherfucking gender, baby. But look, is that projection? Hell yeah that's projection but as a reading of the fiction it's not that much a stretch.

I want to also end off with the symbolism that could've been if the retcons were done differently and in a way that allowed the dead trolls to live (y'know, the way it probably should've been). Karkat could've fulfilled his thing of being the second coming of gnostic Jesus by enlightening his team to see their respective truths, and for Eridan it would be seeing that she can Hope and accept magic. An egg being allowed to incubate and hatch, rather than destroyed. A more productive form of bottom surgery. Transition from prince to princess.

[anya--writes]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE SEBASTIAN SOLACE DATING HCS PLEASE IM HIS BIGGEST FAN PLEASE I LOVE SEBASTIAN SOLACE PRESSURE (when you can ofc!)

Ofc Anon! I'm willing to do this! ^^

• Okay so when you two have first met, he's sassy (I mean when is he isn't?).

• As you buy his things with your data, he begins to observe you. You interest him. How peculiar.

• When you notice him looking at you, he pretends he was looking at the vent you came from or he looks at the ceiling.

• "Huh? Oh nothing, friend. I was just looking at the vent you came from."

• As you buy what you need, grab the keycard, and leave, he began to feel sad. Why does he miss you? No he can't miss someone he just met.

• As he ponders about you for God knows how long, you show up again. He greets you as usual and he can't help but be embarrassed about his thoughts about you, the player.

• After a few days have past and he's gotten to know you better.

• One day, you limp into his store, injured from the monsters that you have to avoid. He gets worried and quickly patches you up, letting you rest. He confesses to you accidentally, blushing in embarrassment.

• You told him that you love him as well and his gills twitch in excitement.

• Now you guys are together and you're happy together.

• I can imagine Sebastian being awkward at first in the relationship for he's never been in a relationship before.

• But after a bit, Seb began to get overprotective of you when it comes to you getting hurt because of the other monsters down in the Hadal Blacksite.

• "You gotta stop getting hurt like this. It makes me sad to see you like this."

• I feel Sebastian isn't afraid to give you what you need to help you on your adventure for that crystal.

• Sebastian wants to follow you. He really does. Poor guy wants to make sure you don't get hurt because of the other monsters.

• But yeah overall 10000/10 relationship. Mans will be the best bf ever.

Sorry this is super long. My brain was running out of ideas halfway and it wanted me to spout out random bullshit. But yeah. Eat up dear readers ^^

(Divider by @/cafekitsune)

[ramblingoak]

Am I the only one thinking about how much Copia regrets moving on stage whenever he feels his old man body hurts in protest the next day?

Definitely not, Anon! In fact you inspired me:

A Mouthful

Papa Emeritus IV x Reader

Warnings: a bit of body worship and some suggestive teasing from Copia because he can't help himself hehe, otherwise this is just a soft moment with him, 600 words, sfw (thank you to @gothdaddyissues for the dividers!)

“Right there, amore!  That’s perfetto.”

You bit your lip to hide your laugh at the overly exaggerated groan Copia let out while you kneaded the muscles in his back.  He was always a mess after performing, aches and pains quickly settling in after the adrenaline wore off.  While he often teased the audience about needing a “violent shower” nowadays he mostly just needed a long soak in a hot bath.

And you, of course.

“You’re good at this, I should keep you around.  Give you a job.”

“Oh?  And what would my title be?”

Copia turned his head to the side, his white eye catching yours.  There was still face paint caught in his wrinkles, you’d have to make sure to get that cleaned up before he fell asleep.  You raised an eyebrow when you saw the growing smirk playing at his mouth.

“Eh, non lo so.  Maybe something about the sibling in charge of rubbing down Papa?”  He grinned when you snorted, now turning his body to the side and capturing your hands.  “You don’t like it?”

“I don’t know, Papa.  It’s quite the mouthful.”  The gleeful look on his face at your words had you shaking your head, trying to contain your own smile at his antics.  “Don’t you dar–”

“Well, if it’s a mouthful you want I know just the thing.”

You both erupted in giggles, Copia tugging at your hands to pull you tightly against his body.  He groaned when he turned onto his back, an arm around your waist keeping you close to his side.

“Copia, let me finish.  You’ll be too sore to move in the morning if you don’t let me finish.”

“Just un memento, amore.  A few quiet moments before you work your magic again, bene?”

“Okie dokie, Papa.”  

You smiled when he pressed a kiss to your forehead and shimmied a bit so you were more comfortable.  This was your ritual with him after his ritual on stage.  A hot bath followed by an intense massage of his back and legs.  Sometimes it led to other things but it was also nice when it just led to you both cuddling against each other.  Copia sighed then and you looked up at him, blushing at the soft smile on his face.

“I’m not sure I’ll be uh…up for anything else tonight.  Mi dispiace.”

“Copia, you never need to apologize for that.  Okay?”  He nodded and you leaned up to give him a soft kiss.  “Let’s get you rolled over again so I can finish up.”

He slowly turned over and you grabbed the cream you used on him, rubbing it between your hands until it was warm.  You took a few seconds to admire his back, your eyes tracing the freckles and the sporadic bits of hair that Copia refused to believe existed.  The blanket had drifted down to the swell of his ass and you couldn’t stop yourself from staring, thinking of how good he looked in those tight pants he wore on stage. 

“Amore?”

“Oh, sorry, Papa!  I got distracted.”  

You avoided looking up from his back as you began to rub the muscles again, the bastard would just be smirking at you anyway.  As your hands drifted down his spine you let them dip lower, right below the edge of the blanket so you could press them into the flesh it was hiding.  Copia let out a very different sounding groan then and lifted his hips to encourage you to press harder.  When you obliged he dropped back down, slowly beginning to grind his hips into the bed.  

Maybe you’d get a mouthful of your Papa later after all.

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[brotherwtf]

please—just pull the knife out! for clegan

hehehe very nice anon! (rubbing my hands together)

doing this for a one off cowboy au bcs I need my boys riding horses.

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John had never suspected to get into a fight while they were riding. Much less for someone to pull a knife on them.

He and Gale had taken to riding in the countryside together to escape the prying eyes of their neighbors who tend to give them wayward looks. What two men live and work together, anyway? So they packed their saddle bags and left town for a day or two, finding a campsite to set up for the evening.

It was getting late, and they still hadn't reached the campsite yet. They hadn't remembered to bring a lamp, so they urged their horses into a gallop.

"We should get out of here before night falls, don't want --" Gale shouts, but is struck off of his horse before he can finish his sentence.

Two rogues, both wearing black, now appeared from the rocky ledge they were passing, one holding a pistol and the other reaching for Gales white horse. John shouts, pulling his pistol and raising it towards the rogues.

"Get! Get or I'll shoot!" John shouts, bringing his horse to a stop.

He can't see Gale from where he's fallen on the ground. The rogue holding the gun shoots past his head and John yelps, shooting the man in the leg. An anguished shout comes from behind the mask and John poises his finger to shoot again. The other rogue puts his hands up, leaving Gale's horse behind and grabbing the other around the shoulders.

"Let's just get out of here. Not worth dying over this," The rogue says, muffled, and they crawl back over the ledge.

John jumps off of his horse when they're out of sight and spots Gale on the ground, gasping when he finally sees him.

A knife is lodged in Gale's stomach and Gale groans in pain, throwing his head back against the rock he's propped up against.

"Jesus Christ, Gale," John breathes and crouches down beside him, gripping his shoulder to steady him.

He looks at the wound and swallows thickly. It's lodged almost to the hilt, but John can't tell how long the blade is. Gale's blue shirt is stained red from the blade and he's breathing heavily from the pain.

"Fuck this looks bad," John mutters and takes off his over shirt and presses it against the bleeding wound.

Gale curses and grips John's arm, eyebrows furrowing in pain.

"Please, just take the knife out," Gale whispers and curses again when John accidentally nudges the blade.

John shakes his head and sighs, bringing his hand from Gale's shoulder to cup his jaw.

"I don't want you to bleed out. Fuck, you got any thread? A needle?" John asks.

Gale nods towards his saddle bag.

"Should be a needle in there for fixing my shirt buttons. Fuck, please just hurry, John," Gale whimpers, gripping John's shoulder even tighter.

John scrambles to the saddle bag, rummaging around until he finds the needle and tiny bit of white thread. He goes over to his horse and grabs a matchbox and returns to where Gale is sitting. John breathes out heavily and grabs the hilt of the knife.

"Alright, Gale, just breathe for me okay? This is gonna hurt like a motherfucker," John says.

Gale nods and braces himself against John's thigh, taking a deep breath. John sighs and pulls the knife out as swiftly as he can, grimacing at Gale's wounded groan.

"Sorry, sorry, fuck just hold this there," John says, handing Gale his over shirt he was using earlier and lighting the match.

He sterilizes the needle as much as he can and threads it, shushing Gale's pained moans with a careful squeeze of his shoulder. The blood wasn't gushing as much as when John first pulled out the knife and he carefully pulls away the shirt, poking Gale's skin with the needle and sewing the wound shut. It's not a huge gash, but he would bleed out without something holding the skin together.

"Am I gonna be alright, Doc?" Gale asks breathily, lips ticking up in a smirk.

John rolls his eyes and takes the over shirt again, wrapping it around Gale's abdomen and securing it tightly. He pats Gale's shoulder and kisses his cheek.

"All patched up. Fuck, Gale, I'm so sorry," John says.

Gale shakes his head and brings one of his hands up to John's jaw, running his thumb over John's cheekbones.

"Ain't your fault. You didn't call those rogues on me. Trust, I'll be alright," Gale says, and places a quick kiss on John's lips.

John smiles and sits next to Gale.

"Guess we didn't make it to our campsite," He says, resting his cheek on top of Gale's head.

Gale shakes his head and intertwines his fingers into John's.

"Guess not," Gale starts, "but this is still nice,"

bro this was so difficult to write for some reason. thank you so much for the ask!

[kairiscorner]

a request for you, if its okay!! you've been such an amazing writer and kind to others, its amazing!! ! again, IF its okay with you!! ! just friends to lovers with noir and an oblivious reader who gets flustered a lot by noir?? have a lovely day!!!

OH HI ANON :DDD ofc it's okay !! i love hearing y'all's requests, sorry i haven't been accepting them for a little while ! and i hope this is any good :'DD

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

summary: you didn't understand just what this feeling meant, why you would freeze up and lose yourself when you were around him. it wasn't uncomfortable, but you didn't want to feel like you were going crazy over him.

word count: 1,109

oh the things this man does to you, you can't even begin to describe--because you never realized it was because of him, or that your feelings were anything but platonic for him. you were a very dear friend to peter benjamin parker, and he was a dear friend to you, too. you both knew each other from inside and out, knew each other's little habits, noticed little changes in each other's appearances, could tell what the other was thinking just by glancing at their face--you two were just the closest to each other.

he was always a sweetheart towards you, no matter how aloof he appeared to others. he always offered to carry your things for you, asked you how your day went, complimented you in outfits he'd never seen you in before, snapped photos of you when you let him because he's genuinely never seen anyone who looked as amazing as you do naturally. and you could say it's just butterflies in your stomach because of how intense his gaze towards you can be, but you swear you feel a little tingly when he looks at you like that, when he does things for you, butters you up just a little when in reality he truly does means it.

you couldn't tell why you felt so different around peter, like you were a lot more self-conscious before you'd meet up with him--fussing over such little details about your outfit, your hair, your everything. but that self-consciousness would met away when he'd smile at you and flatter you with praise about how lovely you looked that day. and then, you'd feel that familiar light, airy feeling; that feeling you get when all his attention is on you, when everything in the world slows down just a little to prolong the time you two have together.

this feeling drove you a little mad, it kept you up at night for days on end at times, with you asking yourself just what changed? what changed in you that you'd notice peter's dimples a lot more when he grinned? what changed in you that you felt a shiver up your spine when he'd accidentally put his hand over yours? what changed in you that you found yourself gazing at his lovely red lips when you two were face to face?

you tried convincing yourself you just missed him was all, but how could you miss him? you two met up every day before and after work as much as you could, you two spent every weekend together, for goodness' sake! it was more than just missing him, you... oh, you couldn't find the right word for it. you ended your nights with the bleak hope that this feeling that confused you so would leave you be the next morning. but alas, it worsened.

you'd wake up searching for him, and you realized, you've been dreaming about him. it got to the point where you stopped hanging out with peter before work, then it extended to not hanging out with him after work. during weekends, you excused yourself to him, saying you had errands to run, things to do. altogether, you two stopped hanging out for a week, all in the hopes that you wouldn't feel this way about him anymore. but you longed for him even more now that he wasn't with you.

neither of you could take it anymore, you had to tell him how you felt. it was a heavy weight on you to deal with these feelings alone, and despite how difficult it seemed, you had a feeling that telling him would lessen the burden. so you picked up the telephone one evening and called him, and immediately, you heard his voice on the other end. "hello--" "peter, i think i'm... i think i'm crazy about you." you confessed, leaving peter confused on the other end.

"doll, what do you mean?" he asked, perplexed, causing you to become even more frustrated. "look, even i don't know! i just know that, for a long time now, i've felt so... so weird about us." you explained in a soft voice as you twirled the cord of the telephone on your finger. "i find myself staring at your dimples when i catch you smiling, me freezing up when you accidentally touch my hand, and when you look into my eyes... i find my gaze going down to your lips. i've gone nights without sleeping because i always find myself thinking about you!" you admitted, feeling a ton of embarrassment rushing through your veins.

peter was silent on the other end for a little bit, when he realized you were finished, he chuckled a little. "are you saying you... feel the same way i do for you?" he asked with a slight crack in his voice, evidence of his flustered expression. your eyes went wide as he said that. "the same way you do for..." "yes, doll, the same was you do for me." he finished with a tone of embarrassment, similar to yours.

"i think i... i think i love you, doll. i've loved you for heaven knows how long." he said with an awkward slight chuckle. you felt incredibly flustered when you heard him say that word, that he loves you, that he's loved you for a long time now. "...i think i love you, too, peter." you replied bashfully, with a grin on your face that just grew the moment you heard him put down the phone on its side as he rejoiced in the background. "well... can we... go back to hanging out like before? it's just that, you know... we'd be on a date then?" he suggested, trying to sound cool, but ended up sounded so, so flustered.

"i'd love to, pete." you said, to which he rejoiced again away from the phone. "meet you tomorrow at the station at 6:30, i'll be there with a big bouquet of violets." he promised, and you giggled. "you called the poppies we saw on the way home from work last time violets." you reminded him, which caused him to blush from the tips of his ears down to his collarbone. "r-right... right, why not i get you a big bouquet of poppies? you're prettier than all of the flowers we've seen, though. i know you know it." he complimented you, which made you giggle a little. "stop it, pete..." "never. not when i have the sweetest lover in the whole world with me on the phone. brace yourself, love, you're gonna go another restless night thinking about me, because i know i'll be dreaming about you all over again."

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @sabcandoit @binibinileonara @k4tsu3 @luvstarrstruck @connors-cumslurper @maxoloqy @fictarian

[tomatoswup]

Hello !! Can i have some fluff for tristamp!vash please 👉👈 (i'm sorry if i made some grammatical mistakes, english is not my first language :'))

Reader is ww's little sister, and she admires her brother so much that she would copy his cool characteristics, but deep down her personality is more shy, introverted, pure and innocent (as a result of hanging around with vash). One day ww asked his sister to go and confess to vash already (bcs ww can't take it anymore to see both vash and his sister just so sickeningly oblivious about eachother's feelings). So the reader went to confess to vash trying to be cool like her brother and all but failed miserably and return to her original personality (which leaves her stuttering, fidgeting, etc.)

I just realized it's so long- (I'm sorry 😔) feel free to pass this req :D and please keep yourself safe and healthy despite your busy schedule ^^

Confess!

A/N: Thank you for the request anon🫶🫶 This came out alot more longer than i thought,, also sorry for the late response I was multitasking with some work I was doing for school :/ i hope i did the request right -wheeze- Sorry for making you wait D: Enjoy🌱

warnings/tags: vash x reader, little sister!reader and big brother! Wolfwood,,, fluff, 2 am writing bc i need to fix my sleep schedule asap💪💪,, trigun coded chaotic confession from reader,,

Wolfwood liked to consider himself to be an observer, in more ways than one. Being a "priest" on the side, observation was one of the key things he did to keep both you and him alive in these treacherous deserts of No Man's Land but sometimes.

Oh just sometimes, it felt like a curse. And maybe it felt like that because he had watched on as his baby sister slowly fell in love with a moralistic idiot...Eh like a quarter of an idiot really.

"Ow ow ow..." Vash winced in pain as you tightened the bandages on his arm. After a nasty bounty hunter encounter, the group of you guys had decided to take a moments break from the road and crash at this small town that hadn't been too far from where you guys had been. And since having been given a med-kit by a kind family you had run into a while back, you took it upon yourself to patch everyone up with a stern eye, one that Wolfwood often shot at people.

In reality, it was the worst stern eye that Wolfwood couldn't help but want to stifle his laugh.

"Oh shut it, always getting hurt." You scoffed at the sorry-smiling blonde, cleaning the small gash on his right cheek "You act like you can’t die Vash, we're not all immortal..." He let out another small squeak of pain as you accidentally pressed down a little too hard on the wound "You need to take care of yourself a little more."

"Sorry about that.. I’ll try to be careful next time.." Vash sweat-dropped, trying to stop shying away from the cloth of alcohol you held up to him.

From above, Wolfwood dug into the pockets of his jacket, rummaging for another loose lollipop as he watched from the top compartment of the car in silence to not disturb the pair of you.

What? He was there first! Talking about ruining his evening nap..He put the newly found lollipop into his mouth and continued to watch on.

"Hey..." Vash muttered as you swiped your finger across his cheek, making sure the bandage held up.

"Hm?"

With a jolt, you quickly looked up when you felt the warmth of another hand cover your own. "Are you okay?" Vash asked softly as he gave you a concerned glint. Shit, you hadn't noticed you were slightly trembling.

Maybe that encounter ruffled your feathers a bit too much...Were you okay?

"I-" You choked out, feeling that odd churning sensation in your chest that you've only really come to realize you would get only around him. And it made you mentally blow a fuse.

W-What do you say!?!

It took a moments thought before you regained your composure at the sudden touch "I'm..I’m fine Vash.” You reassured him, playfully using your freehand to fix the glasses that had been falling off his nose “Don’t worry about me.”

'Are you kidding me?' Wolfwood thought in exasperation. 2 months, these small little talks and touches have been going on for 2 months now. Two months of him enclosed in a car as the both of you passively flirted with each other.

Yes, passive. Little bits here and there and suddenly you wear his jacket sometimes?

He can't handle the both of you anymore, it felt like he was drinking a overly sugary soda.

At least put a name to it!

Spotting Roberto making his way back to the car from not too far away, an idea struck up in Wolfwood's mind. Something to end the suffering, and something to perhaps help his little sister out.

"HEY ROBERTO!" Wolfwood lazily called out, jump scaring both Vash and you into standing like mercenaries ready for war. Looking up, you couldn't help but frown to see your brother mischievously waving down at the two of you.

"TAKE NEEDLE NOGGIN WITH YOU TO FIND SOME OF THE CAR PARTS! Let his ass do something..." He muttered the last part under his breath as Vash sighed, ultimately being pulled from the back of his jacket by Roberto who continued to walk down the road.

Was that a "Can we leave" from Roberto or was it just you?

"I'LL BE BACK!" You heard the spiky blonde shout out to you, and well, you couldn't help but laugh out and wave.

"Now that he's gone..." Wolfwood pressed down on the lollipop with his teeth until a small crack emitted, starting to chew on the poor candy "Seriously? Why don't you just tell him you like him already?"

Stuffing the med-kit back into your bag, you brushed him off "Nic I don't like him.."

Your brother let out a large, rugged laugh "Are you kidding me? For just being friends you two spend an awful long time alone together."

You felt the heat rise up to your face and god did you hope that it was because of the sun.

"Sorry but I'm gettin' tired of seeing the two of you pin for each-"

Wolfwood was interrupted by your muttering, making him hop off the roof of the car for a closer listen "Wanna say that one more time?"

"I can't..." You muttered as you slapped your hands on your cheeks, shooting your older brother a worried, red look "What if he says no?"

No?

You were worried if the love-struck idiot said no?

Have you really not seen how he would stare at you?

Wolfwood couldn't help but tilt his head in disbelief, the stick of his lollipop hanging off the edge of his mouth "Did you really- You try acting like me but you can't confess a little crush? What happened to that?"

You couldn't help but let out a tired exhale, he did have a point after all. As much as you did try to act like him, all brave and careless, you weren't him. Most honestly, the opposite and Vash had come to prove it too many times that you could count.

And maybe you were a bit too mean while you were putting bandages on him..

You covered your mouth, shyly looking away from your brothers' gaze.

Those times he had comforted you whenever you couldn't sleep, or when you were hurt-

"Oh spare me the shyness!" Wolfwood put a hand on his waist, putting his weight to one leg "Shit, if you don't tell him then I'd might as well-"

"NO!" You gasped out in horror at the idea. "No?"

Picking your bag off the floor, you massaged the bridge of your nose "I'll....Shit I'll do it."

Eh, Wolfwood bet two lollipops and a cup of sand that you were really gonna do it. But anything to end this suffering he's witnessed for god knows how long.

"Well, I'm just sayin' you should do it already. Its been way past due anyways..." He flickered his eyes back to you as he roughly ruffled the top of your head, making you whine in annoyance "Ouch Nic stop-"

"Just tell me when you do it. I'll kick his ass if he tries anything weird-"

"SERIOUSLY!?"

"I'M BEING SERIOUS!"

///

And that's how you found yourself outside the small town's saloon. Having asked Meryl where Roberto had dragged Vash, she pointed you to the right direction yet it was one you were a bit hesitant to follow.

Did you ever expect yourself to go into a saloon alone?

Hell no, you didn't even really find yourself talking to people in places like that. The last few times you've actually visited a saloon were only really just you sitting in a corner with Meryl or trying your best to sit away from people, watching as you ate your little plate of food but...

Would it really look weird if you strolled right in?

"It's alright..." You egged yourself on quietly "You can do it..Maybe if I just stroll in like Nic it'll be easy..."

I don't think you've seen how Wolfwood himself has entered bars...yikes..

With only a seconds hesitation, you pushed your legs forward and through the wooden double doors of the saloon, striding right into the loud bustling energy filled room.

Okay maybe you should’ve waited a bit more-

Yelling, laughing and god knows what those words were thrown in the air as the severe smell of sweat reached your nose, making you instinctively scrunch your face in disgust. Ew.

"Excuse me miss!" A waitress yelped out, making you take a quick step back nearly avoiding a bad collision with the poor girl serving drinks. Busy day it seemed, but you were here for other things.

Let's see, where could the two of them be- The sudden shout of your name made you do a double take around the room until the flash of red met your eyes and before you realized it, you saw Vash's waving hand of blue shine under the lights.

Well that was easier than you thought!

A wide smile on his face, his eyes practically sparkled as you pushed past several bar-goers and to his table. "Aren't I glad to see you!" Taking the seat next to him, you looked around the room once again "Wasn't Roberto suppose to..." You trailed off, turning and seeing the bummed out look on Vash's face.

"Well, we were gonna get the parts, but he saw the sign outside-"

Ohhh, the "if you bring two people they'll give you 50% off" poster...Made a lot more sense to be honest.

"And well, I guess you know what happened from there..." He sighed, resting his head on his hand, closing his eyes dramatically before batting them up at you "Now why are you here? I know you're not a big fan of these kinds of places."

So it did look weird!

Oh god...Your face began to feel a bit more hotter than usual as you unconsciously started playing around with a loose thread on your pants "Oh um...W-Well I came to tell you..." You nervously laughed out as Vash obliviously smiled at you, waiting for your response.

What if he said no?

With that singular thought, that singular worry that ran through your head once again, you choked. Nope, you couldn't do this.

You felt your heart beat against the walls of your chest alongside the loud environment and it felt...overwhelming. You should’ve done this another time.

The wooden chair scratched across the floor behind you as you shot up from your seat, making Vash jump a little "Actually Vash, I actually wanted to show you something I learned!” You fake laughed, taking a few steps back "But I just think it's bad timing maybe if I could just go outside to think about it-" Fumbling over your words, you hadn't completely taken in your surroundings when suddenly, you felt your back bump into one of the servers.

And with a scream, the server flew backwards and straight into the nearby table, flipping everything onto the...Very burly men sitting around it.

oops…

"HEY!" One of them hollered at you as you threw your hands up in surrender, the bar shushing down as the rest of the men began to spit out threats like venom.

"Woah woah woah! Hey guys, can't we all calm down and just chat? Haha? Maybe my friend here could show you a few tricks she just learned!" Vash intervened, putting a hand on your shoulder as he pulled you back behind him, putting his own body infront of you. Sweat starting to run on his forehead, he gave you one last nervous smile, teeth baring out “Right?”

Definitely not.

As if everything froze, the saloon had gone as silent as a library after Vash's remark.

Ohhh you fucked up...

Big time.

It was until the sudden shout of "Bar Fight!" had run through the room that you snapped out of your daze, realizing someone move faster than you had.

Vash took the opportunity to quickly turn and tackle you down to the ground just in time to dodge various glass bottles that had been heading your way.

"Gotcha!" Vash breathed out, pushing a wooden table down so that the both of you could take cover from the mess that was amping up at every second. The screams, yells and things breaking had made you put your hand over your mouth and listen in horror at the mess you had just created because of your last minute attempt to run away.

"Vash I'm so sorry oh my god.." You cried out from beside him as he gave you a nervous laugh "It's really no problem- GYAH!" He screamed, throwing himself forwards whilst pulling you along to avoid the body of a heavy-weight bounty hunter that had almost been thrown into you guys.

"LIKE I WAS SAYING, THERES NOT REALLY ANY PROBLEM! WE BOTH KNOW THIS IS THE KIND OF TROUBLE I ALWAYS FALL IN!" He yelped as you hurridly crawled to the next table for cover, Vash following behind.

"WHAT DID YOU REALLY WANNA SAY? AT THE TABLE?!" He loudly asked as you snapped your red face to him.

Crap.

Can't escape it now can you?

“I LIKE YOU!” You blurted out over the noise, catching him off guard "But! But uh! Not like the regular kinda like ya know!? More like a like-like? More like you make my stomach flutter and-" You continued to jumble your thoughts out as they zipped through your mind at the speed of light.

Fight or flight? HELL FLIGHT!

Pulling yourself up from the floor and onto your feet, you looked back down at Vash without thinking “IT'S OKAY IF YOU DON'T-"

"WATCH OUT!"

//

By the end of the day, everything worked out! Uh...Kinda.

"Ow ow ow..." You groaned, trying to lean away from Vash as he wiped the dirt off from the bump on your forehead.

"Hey don't lean away from me~"

This felt familiar didn’t it?

Well, besides getting hit with a metal serving pan square in the head, the both of you were able to get out of that hell hole without any other big injuries besides from your dignity.

And you made a big note to yourself currently sitting on the saloon steps, to never go into a saloon again.

Of course you had to make such a mess whilst just trying to confess your love to someone, it just had to be your luck! Maybe that was what Wolfwood was rubbing off on you!

You tried your best to avoid Vash's peering eyes as the tips of his fingers caressed your forehead, causing goosebumps to run up your shoulders "I never gave you an answer did I?" He pondered. And before you knew it, you felt a quick sting of pressure on your forehead and right on the bump, both hands of his gentle with holding the sides of your cheeks.

"V-Vash!?" You gaped out as he backed away, the blush on his face mimicking your own as he rubbed the back of his neck with his hand "You really had a man's heart pumping with what you said back there! It might have not been as pretty with, uh ya know..” He wiped the bump on your forehead with his thumb “But I’ll always say yes, even if you confessed to me in the deserts or in space..”

You stifled your laugh “Oh really?”

“Definitely.”

The sun had begun to set orange and yellow, illuminating the back of Vash’s body and thinking about it, you hadn't regret all those feelings, or this chaotic moment with him.

It felt like a mental photo that you had taken as those bright blue eyes shined adoringly at you as you couldn't help but break out into giggles.

“You beat me to it though…” He chuckled as he got up and offered his hand down to you. "How does breakfast sound? Maybe I could..confess my love to you in donuts?”

“Well don’t mind if I do~”

Breakfast sounded perfect.

[journey-to-the-attic]

sorry but i'm so ILL over zhaolu like 😭😭 someone give the anon who started this a gold star because ohmy GOD they GET IT, the perfect partner for lucifer WOULD be a single father, ESPECIALLY one like zhao, GOD

abyway pls spare zhaolu hcs 🥲 🤲 (if u have time of course!!)

i will ALWAYS make time for my favourite silly men, please take these!!

they're both overworkers who hate seeing the other overwork themselves, so in the beginning they're both constantly reminding with each other to stop working so much, while simultaneously working too much

zhao thinks lucifer has it harder because he sucks at paperwork so he can't fathom having to do that much; lucifer thinks zhao has it harder because he cannot imagine doing all that housework while simultaneously wrangling his brothers, even if he's good at it

lucifer is always telling zhao off for doing all the household chores for his younger brothers, because they will absolutely take advantage of his willingness to help if they've got something else to be doing

the only exception is satan, who determinedly does his share of the chores and scolds the others when they try pawning theirs off on the poor guy

belphie does do it as well but he always feels super bad afterwards

(zhao acting as stepdad to satan and belphie especially has now become canon To Me if you haven't noticed yet)

one time they accidentally swapped glasses but somehow didn't notice, even though zhao's eyesight is significantly worse than lucifer's

zhao has this problem where his blood pressure drops like a ROCK if he goes too long without eating, but he's usually very good about managing it. keyword being usually: one time he lost track and passed out because he stood up too fast

this has never happened since because lucifer (though he was very good at hiding it at the time) panicked so hard that the incident is burnt into his memory and now he's hyper-vigilant about it

it's kind of ironic that this is lucifer's first relationship and zhao's second, given a demon vs human lifespan

lucifer's not really sure how to feel about it. on the one hand, the idea of ik's mother coming back into the picture does make him seethe a little bit, but on other, he trusts that zhao wouldn't be with him if he hadn't fully moved on

i've mentioned before that zhao doesn't realise he's bi until he's in the devildom - to elaborate on that, at first he was just like "woa...... handsome men" and thought it was a completely normal thing. you know, just appreciating good looks when you see it

then the handsome men started being good with his daughter and he was like "...wait a minute"

now zhao thinks his husband is the most beautiful man in the entire world, and while this is heightened by, yknow, love, it's also true that lucifer's just an objectively good-looking guy

meanwhile he considers himself very plain by comparison, and is he is indeed pretty average by societal standards

HOWEVER. if you're into the pathetic shabby dad look. which lucifer is, apparently. he might just be the hottest guy you've ever met

lucifer did not realise he had a type before this

particularly in the early stages of their relationship, the others learn not to let either of them talk for too long interrupted in council meetings because they just start staring at each other and not doing any work

zhao has a habit of accidentally doing something kind of suggestive without thinking of how they could be taken - one time he undid the first few buttons on lucifer's shirt because he was worried about him being uncomfortable in that formal getup, and lucifer thought about it for the ENTIRE rest of the day

i think lucifer in general is just so.... hang on i need to look some stuff up in urban dictionary

down bad? is that the term?? anyway we all know what he's like in-game so. yeah that's elevated here

anyway zhao's accidentally made a habit of calling him 'good boy' and lucifer has to physically restrain himself every time lol

[bedoballoons]

What's your favourite thing/moment about your anons?

Figured answering this one during new year's would be the best time, so let's have a little memory moment!!

Fairy anon: I honestly think you unanoning is one of my favourite moments, just because I was so excited to finally see your blog and I believe you were the last one I didn't know. I also loved hearing about your school life, talking about the drama and of course your how's everyone doing today's. Love you bunches!! <3

Donut cat: My favourite moment with you has to be when you first mentioned liking feet, I was so shocked and I could not stop laughing. You are so funny donut cat and of all the posts I've seen, you're the only one that's literally made me cry of laughter. Never change!

Sleepy anon: Fish.

(okay but fr, that has to be one of the best moments ever)

Broccoli anon: I can't really pick one specific moment because you've had alot of good ones so instead I'm just going to say that my favourite thing about you is how kind you are. How you always keep messaging in the server even if you don't always get answers. It keeps it alive and I think you for that <3

Mushroom anon: I loved seeing your phone case and how cracked it was, or when you showed me the mushrooms you found like you are such a unique person and I feel so lucky to have met you! I'm sorry you're no longer in the server, but please know you're always welcome to join again or just chat with us in private too

Fox anon: I know you're not here anymore, but my favourite thing about you was always how many asks you'd send in, even if I couldn't write every idea you had you'd send them in and I could read them, get inspired. Missing you greatly :(

Lucky anon: Not really sure where you went, but I already know my favourite moment with you was when you first started messaging in the server. You have such a sassy side and you weren't afraid to say some things, honestly hilarious. I hope you don't disappear forever :p

Ramen anon: Bro, I don't think we've ever been this close. This year has been so fucking full of ups, downs, super highs, and rock bottoms, but I wouldn't change a damn thing. I love you man <3

Bananon: My favourite moments with you bananon were the times I was telling you to get into horny jail. You'd always get away somehow, use donut cat as a escape or get clever with wording. I also really enjoyed calling with you too, it was alot of fun to talk!!

Starstruck anon: Obviously talking about your rom-com like life. I hope you're doing well with your date and that my post about autism helps you out! If you want more details or help you can ask away. (I'll do my very best to help you anyway can)

Sparkles anon*⁠.⁠✧: We haven't had a lot of moments so far, but I more then enjoyed meeting you and I can't wait to make some!! Think my favourite thing about you currently other then the fact you're so nice, is that you're different. You have no emojis, just emoticons.

Umbrella kitty anon: ☂️🐱 (Does umbrella kitty work for you?) I would say my favourite thing about you is how creative you are with ideas. Ive loved every request you've sent in and I eager to write more of them for you too!

Pancake anon: Where have you gone hmm 👀 Talking about Heizou...because we all know he's kinda...

Princess: I saved you for last hehe. I knew yours was gonna be a long one love, because I plan on answering both sides of this ask for you. My favourite thing about you is your smile and how you laugh when we are talking about stupid things. The little nose scrunch you make when you smile really wide.

As for favourite moment, maybe it's when we laughed so hard talking about nothing but bubble wrap or I jump scared you with my voice while you were playing Minecraft. It could also be when you accidentally burned our house down or when I first heard you voice. There's to many to choose from...

[spacesenku]

Hi! Are there any taylor songs that you think are neymessi coded? For me, ney is very this is me trying (also, i’ve cried thinking about a midnight rain edit of ney leaving barca and leo) 😭

Oh Anon, you can't possibly imagine how lovely this ask is and HOW much i connected Taylor's song to Neymar and Leo, so thank you! (and sorry because this is going to be a long post)

Starting with Neymar, i think Anti Hero is HIS song.

I have this thing where I get older but just never wiser  Midnights become my afternoons  When my depression works the graveyard shift All of the people I've ghosted stand there in the room.

This first verse right there screams Neymar from all povs.

But then our Taylor continues and says:

It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me At tea time, everybody agrees I'll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror It must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero.

This whole song is so Neymar core ™ it makes me cry, the whole "hello i'm the problem and i know everybody think so" represent perfectly to me how many times Neymar felt like he was responsible for things that in fact were not his responsability. Not to talk about the "it must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero" when WE KNOW it's true because he is the kind of man that roots for anti heroes, i just can't. (the perfect caos indeed).

Another song I associate with Ney is "This is Why We Can't Have Nice Things", and it's kinda for the same reasons as Anti Hero:

This is why we can't have nice things, darling Because you break them, I had to take them away Did you think I wouldn't hear all the things you said about me? This is why we can't have nice things

It was so nice being friends again There I was giving you a second chance But you stabbed me in the back while shaking my hand And therein lies the issue, friends don't try to trick you Get you on the phone and mind-twist you And so I took an axe to a mended fence.

This song can be considered as an hymn for him honestly, and THIS PART:

Here's a toast to my real friends They don't care about the he said, she said And here's to my baby He ain't reading what they call me lately And here's to my mama Had to listen to all this drama And here's to you 'Cause forgiveness is a nice thing to do Hahaha, I can't even say it with a straight face!

Of course this is not to say that Ney isn't a person who forgives, quite the contrary. We know he has such a big heart that he ends up forgiving everyone but i can imagine him trying to make himself more grounded during a discussion (and failing because he loves in a way that is too pure for most people to accept).

Now talking about Leo. I'm 25 now and i follow him roughly since i was 13. I saw all the greatness but i also saw the failures. The tears, the blood and the sweat this man gave to follow his dreams and reach the summit (yeah you know where i'm going with this..) So you can imagine how i felt when i listened to "You're on your own Kid" for the first time. I can proudly say that i instantly thought about Leo's journey. Then the TikTok edits started and i was blown away. This is such a intimate song and it is so beautiful to see so many people associating it with Leo. Another song that to me is heavily Leo themed is "Mastermind" for obvious reasons. And the touch of a hand lit the fuse Of a chain reaction of countermoves To assess the equation of you Checkmate, I couldn't lose

What if I told you none of it was accidental And the first night that you saw me, nothing was gonna stop me? I laid the groundwork and then, just like clockwork The dominoes cascaded in a line What if I told you I'm a mastermind? Aaah the way this song makes me cry istg. Then we have "Karma" and Anon let me just tell you THIS song it's like giving a mental blow to all the morons that criticized him during the years. Ask me what I learned from all those years Ask me what I earned from all those tears Ask me why so many fade, but I'm still here (!!!! this verse !!!!) 'Cause karma is the thunder Rattling your ground Karma's on your scent like a bounty hunter Karma's gonna track you down Step by step from town to town Sweet like justice, karma is a queen Karma takes all my friends to the summit (this one makes me think of Ney too) Karma is the guy on the screen Coming straight home to me To close this post that reached an unhealty length i'm going to mention the one song that makes me think about THEM as Neymessi, "The Archer". Dark side, I search for your dark side But what if I'm alright, right, right, right here? And I cut off my nose just to spite my face Then I hate my reflection for years and years I wake in the night,I pace like a ghost The room is on fire, invisible smoke And all of my heroes die all alone Help me hold onto you This is a verse that i hold dear to my heart and makes me think SO much about how Leo helped Ney in his early years in Barcelona and how much Ney returned the favor when one of the biggest loves of Leo's life betrayed him. 'Cause they see right through me They see right through me They see right through Can you see right through me? This verse help me lord i'm going to cry on my keyboard while writing. Ah i love them so much i could talk about them for hours. If you read all of this mess i'm sorry Anon but this is basically what i think about Neymessi - Taylor's Version. Thank you so so much for this question, sending you love! <3

[zuffer-weird-girl]

IT'S OPEN-

MLA (Meta Liberation Front):

Geten, Trumpet,

LOV (League Of Villains):

Shigaraki Tomura, Dabi, Twice, Spinner, Mr. compress, Muscular, AFO

SHIE HASSAKAI:

Overhaul, Chrononastasis (Deffo spelt wrong), Setsuno Touya

x Busty Fem! Reader? (But they/them pronouns so non-binaries can enjoy it too :D)

The reader is very kind, gentle etc. and lets people they like use their chest as A pillow 💕

You can do all or Just The ones you like and accept and etc. Love your blog btw!!

Sorry anon but I don't write for the MLA but @thotsforvillainrights is your gal if you want something about them

Kindness? What's that again?

Jokes apart he will be wary of you since I see Shigaraki as a man who trust issues. HUGE trust issues.

But if somehow you got this man to like you, then, well congrats!

You just earned a man who lost his entire childhood following you and never letting you out of his sign.

In other words? Clingy. But not in a touchy way since he secretly fears he may lost control of his quirk again and accidentally kill you like he did with his family (excluding his dad which was intentional so-)

If you appreciate your friend's lives DONT let them rest their head on your chest near Tomura. Guy's is possessive, jealous and overprotective.

It will take a while for you to convince Tenko to touch you though. Again, is not because ele doesn't wanna be with you, is kore about hurting you.

You're just precious to him after you gained his trust so he doesn't want ANYONE (including himself sometimes) to lay a finger on you.

When you finally convince him or if he gained confidence enough he will rest on your chest constantly.

Playing a game? Come here I need you to give me lucky. Going to sleep? He needs his favorite pillows. Making a plan about destroying hero society? "Get your ass here and help me" and then proceeds to rest his cheek on you.

The league is kinda O.O and some -.- with the way Shigaraki reacts towards you but hey he isn't complaining much about them anymore or throwing tantrums so that's what matters.

Not obsessed but holy shit he loves you.

As I said in other writings, Dabi can't and won't understand how can you be so gentle and kind towards people you don't ABSOLUTELY trust but he won't force you to stop being you since he is heart eyes towards you sometimes so-

Probably just going to whisper on your ear when he notices that someone's taking advantage of you "Want me to burn them up?"

Loves touching you but doesn't always want to lay on you? Like, just when he is tired or when you ask him to. Because by his own he prefers for you to lay on him instead of the opposite.

And no, is not because he is insecure or thinks he is the dominant man on the relationship. Is only because he prefers and feels a tinge of comfort when you lay on him than the opposite.

Kinda like a panda hugging him and he just can't get enough of it.

He won't see a problem with kids or other people you like laying on your chest IF YOU are comfortable with that. Because if not, then he is going to throw them away the second he see your expression of discomfort.

But he is kinda jelly though and won't stand seeing them use you for so long because Eamon you're HIS partner.

Spoiled brat? Yes. Very.

But on the rare days he lays on your chest he just like to rest there for a while while tracing circles on your hips as you play with his hair. He loves that part.

And if you sing something? He is out like a light.

*laughs*

This mysophobic bastard won't lay on your chest and won't let others lay on your chest.

BASTARD I SAY

Is because of 2 things he won't lay himself on your chest at first on your relationship

His mysophobia (which by the time will eventually dissappear only with you)

His damn pride.

If you pull him to smosh his face on you the first time, his face is going to be beef red but will immediately push you so he can get the fuck out of there.

He is feeling out of breath and on the bridge of a panic attack, and to Chisaki is a very bad one, since he despises feeling this way even if he knows he loves you... he just isn't ready for all this touching stuff.

You'll have to approach calmy and please don't touch him without his permission. It will only make him panic and more angry.

Kai has inumerous problems with touch, so these things will need to be dealt with calm and patience if you want to be with him.

Yet he LOATHES seeing you do this to other people.

He thinks this is only something people with VERY intimate relationships can do and not with just "someone you like"

He doesn't even spare if it is a kid. I swear this man is insane.

When the time comes that he is comfortable with your touch (HALLELUJAH) he is kinda like "I hate this but don't you dare stop or do this with others".

Will often though come to you and drop his head on your chest when he is frustrated about something but there is always a hint that he actually is fond of these.

About your kindness is something he always respected and loved about you. Heck even admired.

He is the exact opposite of kind, but seeing you there being all gentle and a absolutely angel even with a stranger warms his cold brick heart.

Pretty boi over here is in love with your tatas and personality and you for whole.

He is the definition of a secret simp when it comes to you.

Always takes advantage of resting on you since he is always working so he will be like "Oh no.. my back and neck is killing me... if only I had some kind soul with soft pillow to lay on.... oh the pain".

"... Hari. You do know you don't need to do this every time you want to lay on me right? We've been dating for three years already you dork."

He knows but likes to joke around with you.

Chrono is actually very kind outside of his job on the yakusa.

He helps you with the best he can when he sees you gathering a bit too much responsibilities and is the kind of man to offer help to a old lady or old man to carry groceries to their houses if he notices if ther are too heavy for them.

He actually doesn't see a problem with who you let rest on your chest since by his words they belong to him so he just stares at the scene with a monotonous look before shrugging and continue to do wtv he was doing.

BUT if he sees someone if the Hassaikai doing this he is throwing hands since he knows those people and don't want them close to you unless you say to him it's okay.

[melissa-kenobi]

Bad Batch Headcannon: Favourite Dresses on Reader pls 😊

Dresses [Bad Batch]

A/N: YEESS Anon, omg I love this idea, it sounds adorable already!!! May have veered off track for a few but nonetheless it is here :) xx

Crosshair

Flowery dresses 🌼

Crosshair was an asshole about it at first. As usual.

He totally would not have cared about it in the first place until Hunter made a remark about how pretty you looked, which made you blush, causing Crosshair get slightly annoyed. So he ignored you as usual.

So at night, when you cuddled up to him, you could tell he was grumpy. "Hey, what's gotten stuck up your ass?"

"Nothing."

Rolling your eyes you shuffled away from him, sliding to the other side of the bed making Crosshair whine in response. You were stubborn as hell and already knew what he was annoyed about, but wanted him to say it.

Crosshair could never sleep without your cuddles so he shuffled over to you, pulling your back to his chest, aplogising profoundly.

"I like it when you wear dresses."

A smirk etched onto to your face as you let him mumble his words into your neck.

"I like the flowery short ones."

The following morning you woke up before Crosshair, picking out dresses that he would like. So you quickly woke him up, placing kisses on his forehead to which he grumbled and kissed back before opening his eyes.

"Morning grumpy! Which one do you like more?"

"The yellow one with white flowers." He'd grumble, but secretly happy that you had asked him.

Throughout the whole day, Crosshair would tease you, commenting on your entire outfit. Making you blush while you slapped his arm playfully.

While sitting down his hand would trail up your thigh, playing with the ends of your frills, he wouldn't realise he was doing it till you playfully slapped his hand away, making him blush.

When you're alone or getting ready in your room, Crosshair loves to accidentally walk by and push the strap of your dress down before saying "Oh, I'm sorry. Shall I help you with that?"

This man would go from hating them to literally choosing your dresses for you each day.

Echo*

Maxi dresses 👗

He loves anything you wear, you have style girl, but dresses... mmhhh Echo's already a gonner.

His favourite types of dresses on you are the long maxi type ones, the ones that are just about ankle length - a slit that cuts up your thigh with long flowy sleeves. The ones with a deep V neck that shows off your assets.

The ones you wear are mostly flowery and soft, they give off a casual but formal look that makes you the wonderful woman you are.

Echo loves how beautiful you look in them, sometimes you'll catch him staring at you from afar and you'll tease him.

Sliding your leg apart, or crossing them over to reveal your skin, making Echo blush like mad. You'll send him a small wink, accompanied by a bite of your lip to let him know what you want.

Later on the following night Echo would have to chase you around, just to get a moment to himself with you.

"Maker, you're a hard woman to catch."

"Don't I know it?"

Maker, Echo loves how effortless you look in them when you attend the Senators Ball. He can't never keep his eyes off you, he just want to sweep you off your feet and carry you back to the ship and make love to you all night.

"Mesh'la, I'm gonna have to get you some more of these dresses.."

Hunter*

Bodycon dresses ⏳

Oof, this man loves, and I mean loves a tight dress. He is literally in love with the way it hugs your figure, accentuating every single part of your body.

And the heels you pair with them, ahhhh, he's gone. He cannot stop touching you, his senses go into overdrive, the way you keep shuffling around on your seat to adjust your dress, making sure it doesn't slide up makes him want to rip it off your body right there and then.

Hunter would totally match his outfit to your dress, wanting to be the best matched couple out there. You'd even make a bandana for him that matched your dress.

His hand would be holding your hips the entire time, holding you infront of him to hide his hard on. Mumbling words into your ear, teasing ones about when he could rip that dress off you and take you like he wants to.

"Maker, mesh'la, I can't wait to get back... I'm gonna fuck you with those heels on.."

"Hunter!"

He'd get his way though. You love it. Maybe you'll wear these dresses more often.

Tech

Tight, off the shoulder💃

Now, Tech was a man who knows what he want. He's gone through several images of the dress he wants for you, visually taken your measurements in and gotten the perfect dress for you.

It was a special event, your 1st anniversary together, and Tech wanted it to be special. So he'd been preparing the dress for the past month.

Yep. He'd put so much effort into it.

So when he finally gifts it you, he sits there, all starry eyes behind his tinted goggles, watching as the dress fits snugly onto your body, accentuating your breasts making his eyes pop.

"What do you think?"

"Maker, mesh'la. I think we should cancel out reservations." Tech would mumble, his eyes couldn't remove themselves from you.

He loved the way the dress fell off your shoulders, the small ruffles he had chosen sprung around the top of your breasts while your neck adorned his other gift.

A stunning necklace that he had handcrafted for you.

"Tech I love it! How did you get it to fit me so perfectly?"

Tech would spring into a whole conversation about how tricky it was to get you in once place so he could visually measure your body, but ultimately it was worth it.

To see you all dressed up for him. Maybe he'd have to invest in some more dresses for you, now that he had your measurements.

Wrecker

Short pastel wrap dresses 🌸

Wrecker loves pastel colours on you, he thinks they suit your skin tone amazingly and the way your eyes shine even brighter when you wear them.

He would wake up before you and rummage through your outfits, searching for the one dress that he pictured you wearing in his dreams and would present it you in a rush because he was super shy about it.

"Please wear this mesh'la.."

You'd put the dress on, threading the wraps around your boys before coming out to ask Wrecker for his help with the bow.

"Baby, can you help me tie the bow?"

He knows you're teasing him but he doesn't mind, as long as he get his hands on you then he's a happy man.

"C'mere.."

Wrecker will take his time doing the bow, his hand trailing across your hip affectionately before he eventually does tie it up.

But you suddenly realise that there was no point because it would be coming off the minute he finished it.

That small glint in his eye told you so.

Omega [Bonus]

Ever since the young girl saw you wear dresses, she's been intrigued to find some too. She loves every single one of the ones you wear and would love to wear one too.

So one night, she rummages through your clothing, searching for one that could fit her. She comes across a bright blue dress, one with polka dots that would suit her perfectly.

So she tries it on.

And obviously it doesn't fit her.

So Omega would waddle her way over to you, her face all shy. But she's clever, she's only try and catch you and Tech together so you both could help her out.

"Y/N?"

"Yeah sweetie? What's up?"

Omega would fumble with her words before blurting out what she wanted, quickly shoving the fabric/dress into your arms before hiding behind you.

"Hey, what's this?"

"Iwantadressplease?"

Tech would curiously watching the two of you, his mind already rolling with measurements to make Omega her dress, while he figured out how much he would need to cut it.

"She wants a dress. I assume she's seen you wearing them and would like to follow your dress style."

Your heart would swell with warmth as you'd hug the little girl before helping Tech with his measurement.

Later on in the evening, you'd be helping Omega into her dress, swiping away any bad thoughts she may have.

"What if they don't like it?"

"They will. I promise you Omega."

Walking out first in a matching dress, Omega hid behind you, clutching onto your skirt, scared. But But you'd encourage her and she'd walk out.

Her smile only growing when she notices Wrecker holding a matching flower crown for her to put on.

All the boys would fill her with praise, calling her 'beautiful' 'looking like a real princess Omega' 'she looks good'.

💕

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anon asked for "Say No To This but make it Jamilton"...now I know you wanted a fic but I said fuck it I can't think of anything so I rewrote the song instead. for your reading pleasure...please note I accidentally deleted your question instead of replying (my bad) also please note that this will not go to the beat very well if at all so don't sing it...

Narrator (N): There's nothing like summer in the city

Someone under stress meets someone looking pretty

There's trouble in the air, you can smell it

And Jefferson's by himself, I'll let him tell it

Jefferson (TJ): I hadn't slept in a week

I was weak, I was awake

You've never seen a bastard secretary more in need of a break

Longing for a cat

Missing my wife

That's when Alexander Hamilton walked into my life, he said

Hamilton (AH): I know you are a man of honor

I'm so sorry to bother you at home

But I don't know where to go, and I came here all alone

TJ: He said

AH: My works doin' me wrong

killin' me, losin' sleep, frustratin' me

Suddenly I'm up and gone

I don't have the means to go on

TJ: So I offered him to help, I offered to walk him home, he said

AH: You're too kind, sir

TJ: I gave him a coat that I had locked away

He lived a block away, he said

AH: This one's mine, Jeffershit

TJ: Then I said, "fuck you, I'mma head back home"

He turned red, he led me to his bed

Let his legs spread and said

AH: Stay

TJ: Hey

AH: Hey

TJ: That's when I began to pray

Lord, show me how to say no to this

I don't know how to say no to this

But my God, he looks so helpless

And his body's saying, "Hell, yes"

AH: Whoa

TJ: No, show me how to say no to this

I don't know how to say no to this

In my mind, I'm tryin' to go

Jefferson's conscious (JC): go, go, go

TJ: Then his mouth is on mine, and I don't say

JC: No, no (say no to this)No, no (say no to this)No, no (say no to this)No, no (say no to this)

TJ: I wish I could say that was the last time

I said that last time, it became a pastime

A month into this endeavor I received a letter

From a Mr John Laurens, even better, it said

John Laurens (JL): Dear Sir, I hope this letter finds you in good health

And in a prosperous enough position to put wealth

In the pockets of people like me down on their luck

You see, that was my husband who you decided to

TJ: fuuuu...

JL: Uh oh, you made the wrong sucker a cuckold

So time to pay the piper for the pants you unbuckled

And hey, you can keep seein' my whore guyIf the price is right, if not I'm telling your wife

TJ: I hid the letter and I raced to his place

Screamed, "How could you?" In his face, he said

AH: No, sir

TJ: Half dressed, apologetic, a mess, he looked pathetic, he cried

AH: Please don't go, sir

TJ: So was your whole story a setup?

AH: I don't know about any letterTJ: stop crying God dammit, get up

AH: I didn't know any better

TJ: I am ruined

AH: Please don't leave me with this helpless TJ: I am helpless how could I do this?

AH: Just give him what he wants and you can have me

TJ: I don't want you

AH: Whatever you want

TJ: I don't want you

AH: If you pay

TJ: I don't

AH: You can stay...

TJ; Lord, show me how to say no to thisI don't know how to say no to thisBut this situation's helpless

AH: helpless

TJ: And his body's screaming, "Hell, yes"

AH: Whoa

TJ: No, show me how to say no to this

Jamilton: How can I (you) say no to this?

TJ: There is nowhere I can go

JC: go, go, go

TJ: When his body's on mine I do not say JC: No...

Jamilton: Yes...

JC: Say no to this...

Jamilton: Say no to this, I don't say no to this

TJ: There is nowhere I can go

JC: go, go, go

JL: So?

TJ: Nobody needs to know...

[baronessblixen]

Hellooo ! Happy new year ! And thanks for your awsome fanfictions, they really helped me to go through last year. ❤ I have a prompt for you: Set during Millenium. The day following their kiss, Mulder calls Scully for help. He can't do much with his injured arm. He greets her shirtless with his pants unbuttoned and needs a good shave.

Sorry this took so long! Happy new year to you too, anon! Tagging @today-in-fic

Plans

Truth be told, she expected his call sooner. Much sooner. When her phone rings, and she sees his name flash up, she bites her lip to hide her smile.

“Scully,“ he says, not even bothering with a hello, “I need your help.” He sounds desperate enough for her to hold the phone tighter and feel her heart constrict. Should she have left him alone last night? He didn‘t want her to go and she didn‘t want to leave. But she did. Not before kissing his sleepy-warm cheek, lingering a moment longer than necessary though, causing him to give her a big, toothy grin.

“Did anything happen?” she asks, her voice a touch too high.

“Can you just get here?”

“Mulder, what happened?” But she‘s already on her feet, looking for her shoes.

“I‘d rather… show you.”

“I‘ll be there in half an hour.”

It‘s not until she‘s in front of his apartment that she realizes she‘s still in her pajamas.

“Mulder,” she half asks, half states when he opens the door. “Why are you dressed like this?” She points at his unbuttoned jeans, hisnaked chest, while trying not to stare too long.

“You‘re one to talk,” he says grinning, his eyes drinking her in.

“I was worried about you. Are you okay? Is it your arm?”

“Come in,” he says and ushers her inside with his good arm. “The neighbors are talking enough as it is.”

“Mulder, can you please tell-” but he doesn‘t tell her. Instead Mulder leans down and kisses her softly.

“Happy new year,“ he says dreamily, his face remaining close to hers. He smells minty, like he‘s just brushed his teeth. The rest of him is just warm, solid Mulder.

“You wished me a happy new year last night. Remember?”

He nods. ”I do, but I thought I should remind you.”

“Is that why you called?” She tries to sound offended but her voice betrays her true feelings. She is leaning into his personal space.

“Not exactly. There is a reason why I look like this. I, um, I can‘t manage the zipper.”

She looks at his face, pink-tinted honesty in his cheeks. Her eyes drift lower, watch muscles in his stomach twitch, before they land on his open jeans. It‘s not just the zipper; it stares at her invitingly, half open. How easy it would be to lower it instead. She reaches out and wills her hands to remain calm. This is not her first time touching a man intimately. Though it feels like it. She glances back at Mulder‘s face and it looks as heated as she feels. She clears her throat and dives in. Her fingers lead the button through the hole, brushing against his stomach briefly and making him gasp.

“There,” she says, standing up straight and putting distance between them.

“Thank you. That was step one.”

“Step one?”

“Need a shirt,” he points at his shirtless chest. “And a shave. I‘m one-armed here, Scully.”

“Can‘t you go without a shave for one day?” she asks knowing it‘s not a solution. She can‘t let him go without a shave for days. Though if she‘s honest, the stubble looks good on him. Felt good, too. Before her thoughts can travel further down that line of thinking, she nods.

Scully has never thought about how tiny his bathroom is. She never thought she‘d find herself in it with a half-dressed, helpless Mulder.

“Sit,“ she says and he does obediently. His shaving kit is on the counter, just waiting. She goes through the motions, pretends that this is nothing unusual. A friend helping a friend. She slathers shaving cream onto his face and he hums softly. His skin is soft under her fingertips.

“You know how to do this, right?” he asks with a grin when she picks up his razor.

“Yes,” she says, making her first move with precision. “Now be quiet and don‘t laugh so I won‘t cut you.”

Mulder, for once, is silent. She feels his eyes bore into her, follow her every move. She can feel him thinking and wishes, just for a moment, she could read his mind.

“Stop watching me,” she whispers, leaning closer to him, determined to get this right. He smells good, fresh and manly. The way he smells in the mornings when they‘re on the road. It comforts her and steadies her hands. She holds Mulder‘s face, moves it this way and that. He doesn‘t complain once.

And then he grins at her, making her stop.

“I said don‘t, Mulder.”

“You said don‘t laugh,” he says. “I‘m not laughing. You‘re just so beautiful. Do you know that your tongue slips out when you concentrate? I never noticed.”

“Mulder,” she says, giving him a stern look.

“Hm?”

“Shut up before I accidentally hurt you.”

Five minutes later, he‘s shaven and she cleans his face with a towel, both of them knowing he could do it himself.

He captures her wrist in his hand. “Thank you, Scully.” His voice is suddenly too serious and she takes a step back, nodding at him.

“Now your shirt?” Her voice is shaking but he nods.

In his bedroom, he sits on his bed, waiting while Scully takes a clean t-shirt out of his closet.

“This one okay?” He shrugs and she considers it a yes. Carefully she pushes his head through the opening. When his head reappears, his hair is tousled and she chuckles.

“Is my misery a joke to you?” He asks, clearly amused.

“Yes,” she jokes back, running her fingers through his soft hair to smooth it. “Mulder,” she says, deliberately distracting him as she leads his injured arm through the sleeve, “what are you getting dressed for anyway?“

He‘s quiet for a long moment and she thinks he‘s in pain but when she looks at him, his expression is sheepish.

“I thought we could go have breakfast together.”

“Oh, Mulder.” She chuckles, straightening his t-shirt.

“I see you had other plans.” He points at her plain blue pajamas.

“I had no plans. I thought you were in pain and wasn‘t thinking.”

“I was in pain… from missing you.” The same goofy grin he gave her last night appears on his face.

Incorrigible, her Mulder.

“Can‘t go anywhere in this outfit. Sorry, Mulder.”

“You‘re perfectly dressed for my other plan.“

“Which is what?”

“Staying in bed all day.” She raises an eyebrow. “I know we can‘t yet but... there are things we can do.”

But why speak them out loud? Scully smiles at him and their third kiss is hers. She braces herself on his knees and tastes him, their tongues allowed to meet at last. 

“Scully,“ he croaks.

She nuzzles his face, takes in his smell, and smiles against his nose. “Yes, Mulder?“

“I know you just helped me get dressed but… will you help me undress again?”

[aliasimagines]

operation fools in love//luke patterson

requested by a lovely anon

word count: 3333(!!!)

a/n: i still don’t know how to write endings

The corridor was noisy with loud chatter, quietly whispered gossip and the sound of rushing students' shoes hitting against the floor. 

You hummed  'edge of great' as you started fishing out the books you need for class from your locker. It has been stuck in your head since yesterday evening when the guys played it for you and Flynn at band practice. 

You were about to close your locker when he poofed next to you. 

“Hi, y/n!”

“AAHHH” you screamed, earning a few side looks from passing by students. 

“Ahh, I accidentally kicked my locker, haha…”you started explaining yourself before turning back to your open locker. You sent a glare in Luke’s way.

“What did Julie and I say to you? Do not teleport randomly to us at school!”

He chuckled.

“Yeah, rules, rules, I don’t care. I just wanted to drop in and say hi!” he smiled at you with his signature Luke smile.

“Well, you did. That’s all? I kinda need to go to class.” you spot Julie in the corner of your eyes as you walk over to her locker. You quickly wave at her and soon after she comes over so you can talk to Luke without looking crazy. 

Luke mumbles something under his breath and goes to scratch the back of his head.

“No! Uhm..Hi Jules… So y/n I also kinda wanted to ask if you would come to our gig tonight? You know, we are playing not far from that food place you like? "

You smiled, appreciating that he remembered your favorite food place. 

"Well,erm.. I guess? I want to but I might have dance practice, so I am not sure." you say, wishing you'd know for sure but you won't find out till the end of your classes. 

Luke's lips formed an 'o' before his gaze fell down on his shoes. 

"Oh well.. I-okay. Bye?" he says in an unsure tone before disappearing, leaving you to face Julie. 

"Well, wasn't that adorable?"  she asks with a smug grin. 

"What? What are you talkin' bout Jules?" you ask honestly confused. She laughs and puts her hand on your shoulder. 

"Sweetheart, you two are just oblivious to each other!" 

"I don't… What?" 

"You like him. He likes you. It's not that confusing. Really it is obvious." 

"Shhh, quiet!" you shh-ed her, quickly making sure if Luke was 100 percent gone. "I.. I don't like him." 

It was unnecessary, you couldn't even fool yourself and especially not Julie. 

"Y/N, come on girl, I know you do. And he does like you too! I mean I am writing songs with him, do you know how many lovesick lyrics he has written lately? It is making me sick." she laughed. 

"Well, he might have written them about someone else. Maybe you? You two have amazing chemistry."

Julie sighed and grabbed both of your shoulders so she could look at you. 

"Y/N, honey. Believe me when I say he is head over heels for you. Why else would he want you to be at our gig so much?”

„Luke is literally so passionate about music? Of course he wants to share it with me, cause he wants to share it with everyone.”

„Ahg, girl you need glasses cuz you can't see shit. Look, if  prove he likes you too will you believe me?”

„Sure. I mean you can’t prove something that is not true but, sure go ahead, ’prove it’.” 

Julie rolled her eyes and opened her mouth to respond but luckily for you the bell rang.

“See you later, alligator!” and with that you were off to class, leaving Julie alone to work on her master plan. 

She knew she had to pull this off because the mutual pinning was unbearable but she also knew she couldn't do it alone. She'll need all the help she can get and that includes Flynn and the rest of her ghost band. 

You changed into your leggings and sweatshirt before heading into the gym where the dance practice took place. You were quite bumped. Don't get me wrong dancing is everything to you but.. You really did want to see the guys perform. 

You and the other kids were warming up, waiting for your teacher to start showing the choreography. But neither of you expected what she did next. Much to your surprise Reggie and Alex appeared next to her and started messing with her water bottle before you could even open your mouth.

For a moment no one acknowledged what was going on. Some were too busy chatting and warming up and Ms Janett was too busy with her phone. The two ghosts seemed to have noticed that and after exchanging a knowing smirk they grabbed the phone out of your teachers hands. She perked up, a mixture of anger and confusion on her face. And then… she saw her own phone floating in tin air.

“Stop!!” you whisper shouted  in the boys direction but they only gave you a smirk before Reggie started searching for the music player application. Alex pointed over Reggie’s shoulder.

“Uuu, play that one.” 

And as soon as the Lady Gaga song started playing Ms Janett let out a scream causing everyone to look up. You saw the boys dancing with the phone and the pompoms in their hand (although you have no idea where Alex got those pompoms) but everyone else just saw those items moving by themselves.

“GHOOOST!!! Everybody RUUUUUUN!” 

Some people followed the teacher, some stayed behind to take a closer look only to be scared away by a flying pompom. 

“What the heck are you two doing?” you turned to them,being  rather angry,  once you were the only living person in the gym. Seriously, what were they thinking?

“We cleared your afternooon! You can come to our concert!” Reggie exclaimed and put down the phone. 

“Do you think I would go after this fiasco you just pulled??” you were definitely angry now.

“Oh come on, if not for us then for Julie..and for Luke.”

You snapped your head in Alex's direction at the mention of Luke’s name.

“What do...No. Don’t try to divert the topic. What you did was incredebly stupid! What if.. What if someone connects the dots and figures out that Julie’s hologram band is actually a ghost band? There will be scientist and ghost busters and-”

“Shh, Y/N jeez, calm down. it will be okay. We’ll see you at the show.” 

And they poofed away. They simply left  you alone with your thoughts. You need to come up with some kind of explanation for the dance class but right now you need to go home and change. The boys were right, even if they kinda (really) caused a mess here you still like them and don’t want to miss seeing them live ((Winky face)).

Meanwhile you were sorting through your dresses and outfit options. Julie and the band arrived at the venue for rehearsal.

Usually it was Luke who hyped Julie up before shows but right now the roles were switched because Luke looked like a kicked puppy ever since he learned you wouldn’t be able to make it to their gig. Of course Julie knew you will be here, as she was the one to send the boys to scare away your teacher. It was all part of her little plan.

Like mentioned Luke wrote half a dozen songs, all centered around his feelings for you. He stated to Jules that he will definitely not play them for you because there is just no way you like him back, but now Luke thinks you won’t be there so Julie is on the next step of her genius plan. Convince Luke to play one of his love songs.

“Luke, Lukey-poo, my man.” she started getting more and more cringy. “I thought we could close with Hero and Heroine? I know you said you don’t want to play it but it is such a great song, you definitely shouldn’t let it be just another forgotten song that stays on a piece of paper. Plus it is perfect for closing, think about it!”

“Julie...I-I told you I don’t wanna play it.”

“You told me you don’t wanna play it in front of Y/N, which would be the whole point of writing love songs to her but that's besides the point right now. Pleeassee?”

Luke took a deep breath and looked at his ghost mates for...What for? Support? Advice? He is not sure. He does want to play the song, pour out his emotions through the song but the question is..should he? He knows you can’t be here which both makes him wanna play the song and not at the same time.

“I agree with Julie, dude.” Alex said, shrugging his shoulder like he knew of nothing. Reggie nodded along.

“Okay..If you all think I w-”

Julie stood up and clapped her hands together.

“Cool! It is settled. I’ll need to make a phone call, brb.”

“Barbeque?” asked Reggie confused. Which made Alex laugh.

“Brb actually means be right back. Willie told me.” the blond made his way over to Luke and gently punched his shoulder. “Really Luke, that song is great. And I know you think there is no way Y/N would like you back but I am sure if she could hear it-”

“I’m a ghost, Alex! I can’t just confess to her, how are we gonna date? We can’t even touch.”

“That is totally not the reason. You are afraid she would decline your affection, I get it, but believe me I have seen her look at you. That longing in her eyes when I mention your name. She likes you.”

Luke rolled his eyes.

“Not that it matters, she won't hear the song and that is my final say in this.”

As soon as Julie stepped out of the small, cigarette smelling backroom she dialed your number. You picked up after two rings.

“Hi, Jules.”

“Hi girl, I heard what the boys did, I am so, so sorry. You know they are idiots.”she said trying real hard not to laugh but she reminded herself of her plan and pulled on her poker face.”But..Are you coming to the show? Flynn could pick you up; she is about to get going.”

“Yeah I’ll come, tell the boys I will call my teacher and say it was a prank so they can thank me for saving their ghostbutts.”

Julie giggled and started playing with her hair.She walked up and down the small corridor that led to the stage from the backroom.

“I will, I better get back and warm up but you should call Flynn so she won’t leave without you.”

Of course Flynn wouldn’t leave without you. She was waiting in her car two blocks from your home waiting for your phone car.

She didn’t have to wait long, you called her and she pretended to not expect it. Flynn kinda became your and Julie’s driver ever since she got her driver's  license last month. 

By the time the two of you got to the venue the opening was playing their last song and the place was already packed with dancing teenagers. Flynn dragged you to the bar and asked for a cola for herself and a (favourite drink) for you. 

The two of you hung back and sipped your drinks until Julie appeared on the stage. Then you took Flynn by the hand and  started pulling her toward the stage. Only she held you back. 

"Hey, what's up? Don't we wanna go and watch them from closer?" 

"Oh, well, uhm...I'd rather hang back. The crowd kind of makes me anxious right now." Flynn said. You lifted an eyebrow at her. Flynn being anxious? In a crowd?? That did not convince you. But you didn’t argue. 

"Do you need to step outside a little or…" 

"Nah, it's good, let's just stay here in the back." 

So you did. You sang and danced along to the songs you both knew so well. You tried  your best not to stare at Luke too much but let’s be honest you failed miserably. Flynn occasionally wiggled her eyebrows at you when she caught you ‘drooling over him’ as she put it.

After they finished playing Stand Tall you expected them to bow and ‘disappear’ but much to your surprise Julie grabbed the mic and brought it to her lips.

“Hello, hello, helloo! Do y’all wanna hear one more song?” the audience erupted into a loud cheer. It was so heartwarming to watch. Julie doing what she was born to do, playing music and enchanting the crowd. Flynn seemed to have the same thought because she looked at her with such pride. You pulled her into a big hug and the two of you waited for the crowd to quiet down so Jules could go on.

“Allright, allright. Now this song will be a bit different but...I will let Luke here tell it.”

You just became more and more surprised when Luke stepped closer to the mic and spoke into it, looking kinda...nervous? 

“Ohm..Hello everyone! So uh..This song is dedicated to a special someone, the songs called-”

“What’s the special someone’s name?” your eyes travelled to Reggie who asked the question with a huge grin. Luke turned to look at the bassist. If looks could kill Reggie would be double dead. But before Luke could give a voice to his disapproval towards Reggie’s question Julie spoke up.

“Yeah! What’s the name?” she turned towards the crowd and started chanting. “What’s the name?”

Soon Reggie and Alex joined with smiles painted on their faces along with the audience. You were so freaking confused. You looked at Flynn for some explanation but how would she know about it. 

“OKAY, okay, stop!” Luke yelled before laughing a little. “All right I will tell you guys but you have to promise me you won’t tell anyone?”

All of a sudden you felt sick and wanted to get out of here. You were so not in the mood to hear Luke declare his love for someone. 

“This song is dedicated to..To Y/N. Unfortunately she wouldn't be here today but..she is an amazing person. Hope you all like the song.”

He...He couldn’t be talking about you, could he?

He started strumming his guitar and soon Reggie joined in with the bass and Alex with the drums. Jullie clapped her hands together and kept sending encouraging looks for the boy.

“It's too late baby, there's no turning around, I've got my hands in my pocket and my head in a cloud, this is how I do, when I think about you,I never thought that you could break me apart,I keep a sinister smile and a hole of my heart” he sang into the mic, his voice filling in the whole club “You want to get inside, then you can to get in line but not this time”

“'Cause you caught me off guard, now I'm running and screaming!” Julie joined in for the line“I feel like a hero and you're my heroine.”

“I won't try to philosophize, I'll just take a deep breath and I'll look in your eyes, this is how I feel and it's so so real I got a closet filled up to the brim with the ghosts of my past and the skeletons, and I don't know why, you'd even try but I won't lie” Luke sang and you finally realised what was going in. He wrote this song. For you. You looked over to Flynn who nodded towards the stage and mouthed ‘go’.

I feel like a hero and you are my heroine. Do you know that your love is the sweetest sin?

You started making your way towards the stage, slipped through the cracks between dancing people and singing fans. The further you got the harder it was to get through but you heard Luke’s voice and you kept going.

And I feel a weakness coming on, never felt so good to be so wrong. Had my heart on lock down and then you turned me around

And I’m feeling like a new born child..

You finally break through a few screaming girls and see him.

“-Every time I get a chance to see you smile. It’s not complicated, I’m so jaded.” Luke sings and looks at the audience and- He spots you. Looking up at him with eyes wide open and admiration on your face. His voice cracks because of the sudden surprise of your presence but you smile at him and that is all he needs to continue.

“And you caught me off guard...Now I’m running and screaming”

He sang the song with such passion that even if you weren’t before now you were absolutely sure this wasn’t just a simple crush. 

When they finished you didn’t waste a lot of time, you ran backstage, quickly waving your vip ticket.  You almost run into Julie on your way to the door of the backroom.

“Who- Y/N!”

“This was your doing, wasn’t it?” you smiled at her already knowing the answer. She flashed a toothy grin. 

“Well I had a great team behind me but yeah, Operation FiL was my idea.”

“Phil?” you ask back .

“No, no. F i L. Fools in Love. Now go get ‘im tiger!”

You shook your head and entered the backroom. Luke stood with his back facing you but as soon as he saw you in the mirror he spinned around. For a moment you forgot he was a ghost and ran to give him a hug. 

“Y/N, no-” he put his hands out so he could catch you, simply out of reflex but he didn’t expect to actually hold you in his arms. You both looked at each other with eyes as wide as a 6 lane highway. 

“How can I-”

“Do you care?”  you closed the little distance between the two of you and pressed your lips against his.  They were just as soft as you imagined oh, so many times before. He kissed back gently, afraid that this is just a dream. But this was definitely too real to be a dream. You unfortunately had to pull back to catch your breath but Luke looked leaned closer to press his forehead against yours.

“The song was so beautiful, I loved it.” you whisper. He just stared at you with a smile.

“If I knew you would kiss me, I would have played it a long time ago.” you giggled and brought your lips together for one more kiss. He let his hands wander this time but so did you. Your fingers ran through his brown hair, this being something you wanted to do for so long. He kept one hand on your waist and placed the other on the side of your face.

Your lips moved so in sync like you’ve been doing this all your lives. You were so drawn to each other, you felt like you couldn’t pull away in that moment even if you tried. Like this invisible magical force just glued the two of you to-

“Okay, that is enough! Get out I need to change!” Julie brusted in causing Luke to jump up and cling to you like Scooby Doo.

“Wow, you are so brave.''you laughed rolling your eyes at. “Come on, let’s leave alone Julie. We’ll meet ya at the car?”

 Jules nodded and sent a wink in your way. You walked outside, both of you grinning like idiots. 

“So uhm...Does this make us, Us?”

“Yeah. I mean if that’s what you want too.” you look at your shoes and bite your lower lip waiting for his answer.

“There’s nothing I want more.” he said. “Oh well..maybe another kiss wouldn’t be so bad either..”

[shslpunkartist]

'ello! It's me, system!au anon, and I am here to announce that I'm here to drop some of the long promised system!au Keith x Pico x Xeno x Zardy HCs! Sorry it had taken so long to get to this!

ALRIGHTY SO LETS BEGIN.

Ok. First of all, I must share this: Pico's initial reaction to learning Zardy's age was basically "wow you're really old" and he even genuinely believed the other was old-old too. Pico then goes onto say something along the lines of "Damn. For an old man, you sure still look nice" annnnnd that was as far as he was able to get before an unamused-looking Zardy shuts him up with a little bonk on the head while the rest of Zardy's crew are laughing at the exchange. And that's when both Pico and Keith learned one) Zardy is an young adult and that he's basically 25 in demon years and two) how aging is for netherworld demons and how it differs from each individual.

Now Xeno there. Both Keith and Pico were also under the impression that Xeno was either younger than them (like still adult age of course, just like a year younger than them) or was the same age as them. They didn't find out until Pico - who I say is the first to start developing stronger feelings (he seems like how main Keith is when it comes to developing simping feels for friends he finds attractive ok lol) - manages to convince Keith to go out on a date! Well more like hang out with them instead of a date since Keith, while starting to develop some feels too, wasn't quite sure yet. Not that stops Pico from playfully referring to it as such! Xeno, being the oblivious dork they are, simply thought Pico was being is playful self and meant nothing by it.

Oh and for the record, yes, feels happen with Xeno first. It helps that they're able to interact with Xeno more often than Zardy so understandable feelings would happen with them first lol.

Anyway the not-date goes very well! This is also where Keith starts to realize that his little crush feels might be a biiiiiiiit more than a crush there. Pico, on the other hand, just falls even more for them. What? They're both cutiesexuals okay!

Oh and this here is when they both finally learned Xeno's age and they're just. whoa. because holy shit here they were thinking Xeno was, like, younger or at least their age but nope they're actually older than them! Xeno of course just laughs at their reactions (which may or may not have accidentally slay their simping hearts a bit more cuz oh no their laugh is cute lmao).

Pico often takes advantage of being able to interact with them as if he was a normal person by giving them hugs! He also is very much a cuddle bug just like main Keith too. Oh and very affectionate needy too. Now, Pico's usually mindful enough to take extra care to not accidentally startle Xeno too much when it comes to public places- but sometimes the ginger will forget himself and go right for it, practically nearly glomping them there. Only one time did someone took noticed over how flustered Xeno was, but fortunately didn't paid much mind to it. Doesn't stop Keith from giving Pico a little bonk on the head for it lol.

Keith is also just affectionate in his own way, though unlike Pico he has the sense to not go too crazy about it in public. That and admittedly he's rather shy when it comes initiating more than a little hug and hand holding.

Oh and btw the two are VERY often over how much they like Xeno but Xeno, being the innocent dork they are, doesn't realize it. Pico is getting to the point of just flat out asking out but, well, Keith, being the shy dork he is, manages to convince him to wait until he gathers SOME courage first so he can confess with him at the same time.

Now for Zardy there, pfft, funny thing about that. Zardy happen to the two's growing interest in Xeno and eventually spoke to them about it, informing the two that one) they're not the only one who likes Xeno and two) suggested - uh can't recall the exact wording - he suggested the poly. Some talking (that I can't recall cuz my dumb ass memory sucks and I didn't wrote it down) and eventually an agreement came to be.

Now as for the feels, well.... okay so funny thing about that there. Me and friends all half-joked that system Pico shares a lot of similar tastes with main Keith. He also is shameless about his interests too.

So he just. not even the first day in. freaking asks Zardy how does he look down there. He wasn't rude about it at all but... well, he was definitely not even bothering to hide his interest.

Keith is just "ASJKSDAJKDAS P I C O" ONLY FOR PICO TO GO "WHAT? YOU'RE CURIOUS TOO!" AND KEITH JUST. DIES EVEN MORE AJSKASDJK

Zardy, rather than getting flustered or such like one might expected, instead laughs, not bothered whatsoever. If anything he was tickled silly by how blatant the ginger was and how he pretty much outs poor Keith there.

Now as for whether these feels will be like with the ones they got for Xeno or if their bond with Zardy will be similar to the bond main Keith and Zardy have, well, me and friends couldn't decide! So we'll leave it up to you and others for your own interpretation!

ANYWAY THAT'S ALL FOR NOW!! Hope you enjoyed these HCs! I'll be to try to drop by with some more another time!

Making this Keith a shy baby is one of the best designs I've made. Even though he's the host, it feels like Pico's the one controlling the reigns~

[mallowstep]

(Reedwhisker anon)

If the Erin's do confirm that Reedwhisker was in the same litter as Prim, Pike, and Perch, the only way I can figure out why he went through two years of apprenticeship hell is, well, a Serious Head Injury. Maybe Tigerstar sets up something to make himself look better. Reedpaw is only 1/4 Thunderclan, so maybe a 'show,' to make it look like he's going to have Reedpaw killed, and he talks to Darkstripe about it. Darkstripe accidentally messess up, maybe or maybe Reed hits his head on a rock during the whole thing before Tigerstar can do his whole generosity thing and spare him, and well. Everyone is confused when Reed doesn't get up, and then maybe he has a seizure or something? Idk Canon isn't my mess to fix.

Misty AU, I can actually see Mistyfoot just...physically pulling Reed close to her after Tigerstar is killed, and that's when Shadowclan realizes that oh. Reed is related to her. It's kinda even funnier if he looks like her, but they just didn't place it.

Leopard AU...if Misty is with Thunderclan's battle party when Bloodclan is introduced and Tigerstar dies, and Reed is with Riverclan's cats after Shadowclan flees, I can also see her just...walking over and lifting him up by his scruff and walking back to Thunderclan's party and Firestar is like...wat.

Stormpaw: "That's Reedpaw! He's Mistyfoot's kit." *he tells the fire pelted leader, before butting his head against Reedpaw as Stonefur attempts to get Misty to set Reed down, but it's not going to well.

As for the whole Tigerheart name thing....this boy personally voices his opinion to Twany next time he sees her too. He tells her directly to her face that she is a shitty queen, and a hypocrite.

But for The Kin and Darktail thing...in Canon, if he's from a second litter, I feel horrible for Misty. She's lost her first litter, Stone, Storm, and Feather, and now her son...is prisoner to Darktail. In Misty AU and Leopard AU...I cannot not see her going absolutely feral. Feather trying to keep her calm but Feather's regressed a bit, terror for her brother shining in her eyes, and Storm's pacing back and forth in Thunderclan camp, tail lashing. Stone probably wants to pull a rescue (if he's still alive) but Misty can't put Thunderclan or Riverclan in danger anymore then it is. Hawk, Moth, and Frog all uneasy and unhappy and twitching. They just don't know what to do. Maybe those three with Alder, Violet, and Twig stage a rescue and get everyone out. Or he's stuck as a prisoner to the Kin until Darktail is dead. Either way, big family cuddle pile every night for a moon or two. Maybe longer with Misty and Feather.

(Tried breaking this up with spaces, hope it works.)

yes thank you...greatly appreciated.

ooo that head injury idea is good! i like that a lot. yes. very good. i'm unlikely, like. i don't really care about reedwhisker as a character so shrug, i'll probably never do anything with him and the weird age stuff, but i like this as a solution! yes. very good.

dfjkldas yeah ohmygod. reedwhisker and mistyfoot walking to a gathering together and russetfur is like "oh my god we're all fucking idiots."

heh yeah. she probably would be! her and stormpaw. and she sees reedpaw and is like. "THAT'S MY FUCKING SON" and is very happy to see him. thunderclan comes home with more cats than it left with. but everyone is so happy to see him again. he's so happy to see everyone again. good reunion times.

mistyfoot is Not letting reedpaw out of her sight for like. at least three days. probably longer but at least three days. reedpaw is fine with that. he's very excited to see everyone. stonefur. god. yes. good family reunion times.

and yes -- god. i love. okay one of like. my fav things about tawnypelt (in the misty au) is this disbalance in their experiences. because -- to be clear, tawnypelt is also traumatized by tigerclan. but her experience is so fundamentally different like -- hm. it's not even.

excerpt time yes. some stuff from tnp i'm many whiles away from publishing.

so feathertail like actually doesn't remember very much of tigerclan. not in any specifics. it's all a very hazy mess with some key moments.

Feathertail wants to make her name them all, but Feathertail doesn't think she knows what they are. "What are you apologizing for, Tawnypelt?"

to face the burning heat

but tawnypelt does

"I—" remember how you screamed, Tawnypelt's mind supplies. I remember when I didn't understand. I remember everything, Feathertail. "I'm sure. I'm sorry for that, and every other time."

trying not to face what i've done

and yet. it's a hugely formative thing for feathertail, in a way that like -- tawnypelt doesn't get.

"No, we can't, can we?" Feathertail says. Her posture has changed, her ears folded back, and Tawnypelt shrinks.

trying not to face what i've done

like tawnypelt recognizes what's going on but she doesn't realize how deep she's cut

Brambleclaw is watching them. He has stepped back, Feathertail realizes, there is nothing between Tawnypelt and herself. She could — she could leap. Feathertail is frozen, her hindlegs refuse to move, she can't — she can't do this.

to face the burning heat

and yeah. so what's my point?

well, it'd be the same thing here, wouldn't it? because again, tawnypelt is one of tigerstar's victims. everything else aside, he's not like. he's emotionally abusive to her. he ties her self worth to his approval and he's not afraid to twist that thread to keep her under his thumb.

"Stop fucking whining," he snaps and she flinches.

let me write my own line

so to her like -- yeah. her whole decision kind of makes sense. because tawnypelt is -- not intentionally, but she's a very selfish character.

"What are you apologizing for, Tawnypelt?" Feathertail says this like it is a question, like they are not both staring at the result of everything Tawnypelt has done. Brambleclaw is watching in silence. I'm sorry, brother, she thinks. "Say it," Feathertail spits. "Tell me what you're sorry for."

trying not to face what i've done

like she's --- she's worried about her perception, here. it's complicated because she does apologize, she does let it come out, but she's also very concerned with her own image.

and that happens again when she names her son tigerkit. because she's thinking -- i am reclaiming this. but to everyone else, she's naming her son after a monster, she's openly invoking that comparison, like. i already think tigerheart has a very very complex to negative relationship with his name.

(especially once he becomes leader.)

so with that in mind -- yeah. first of all rip tigerheart for the comparison but second.

reedwhisker is Not having it. 0%. what the Fuck are you Doing tawnypelt.

i think -- honestly, i think mistyfoot would be angry with him for going as far as calling her a bad queen. right like, i don't -- i think that would be a step too far for her. but everyone in riverclan and shadowclan and all of the clans are supportive of reedwhisker.

(i saw a think about tigerkit being golden and goldenkit and -- my heart. feels things. goldenheart. i love it. hm. i literally have it saved in my au ideas folder. "oots except tigerheart is named goldenheart. that's it. that's the only difference.")

and yeah oh man the fucking kin like man. god -- i'm actually working on something about that? about how like -- it triggers mistystar's ptsd? anyway.

but yeah -- for Minimal Angst (and canon coherence) i think reedwhisker would be the only kit in her litter but i imagine like -- mistystar is very protective of him because of course she is, very reasonable. and so for him to be taken from her is just. unthinkably cruel.

and yeahh -- she would be really, really, really angry. this is what...like 8 years later? and still -- oh first of all.

just. the angst of -- because stormheart and stonefur were not there for the worst of it. and even though they saw the aftermath, you know, okay actually.

shadepelt would be probably like. very upset about the bodies. because the whole reason she almost died was that she tried to bury bodies. and stormheart like -- he hasn't really seen shadepelt like this. not really, not in a long time. hnng. good.

but feathertail is -- yeah. she's Retreating to Safety. even after this much time she's still very close with mistystar, and i don't think -- after reedwhisker is held hostage, i don't think she'd want to separate from her.

and everyone is so angry and frustrated and done because -- this isn't fair.

i think hawk, moth, and frog would definitely attempt a rescue. (i mean if i wanted maximum angst one of them would be held hostage as well. just for the record.) and --

oh i've talked about like. the angst of seeing your parent like. hurt. and this hurts them Again.

like it's hard, right? and even if they're adults feathertail is still their mom but she's scared and ohh. good stuff.

but yeah, rescue attempts. oh. maybe in the rescue attempt one of them gets captured. maybe like. hm. idk. maybe frog and alder. idk. but they get themselves captured and -- because alder is kind of like a dad to violet and twig and now there's So Much damn family angst.

but when it's all over -- mistystar is going to have a Lot of cats in her den for a while.

i'm not sure if/when mistyfoot and feathertail stop sleeping together? like maybe at some point but yeah. feathertail is like. "hi mistystar this is Our Den now."

(mistystar is fine with this. she's somewhat less fine with the fact that stonefur, stormheart, and reedwhisker are following suit because her den is like. big enough for maybe three or four cats to sleep comfortably, and hawkfrost, mothwing, and frogheart keep sneaking in, and she needs to be able to get out of her own den she is the leader oh my god, but only a little because really she just loves them a lot.)