#two boy scout patches

[tefmiles]

wtnv mutuals what merch do you have i’m always sooo curious

#IM REALLY HOPING TO get the spiderwolves hat but also i have #all the books + script books ( ones signed !!!!!!!!!. crazy ) #two boy scout patches #khoshekh plush #year 10 poster #wtdb sign + glow cloud pin

[dcxdpdabbles]

DCxDP fanfic idea: Big Fish in Gotham Pond

Based off of @saphushia art found here. . I just loved the idea of Tucker not knowing his skill level because he grew up in the boonies

Tucker gets scouted by Wayne Enterprises after he fixes a kid's computer game while in Gotham visiting Danny.

See, Tucker always known he is passable at tech- one has to be when a technology theme ghost is consistently harassing one's best friend- but to be good at something in a small town like Amity Park didn't mean much .

It's a big fish in a small pound sort of deal. That's why he's never put much thought into it. If Tucker were ever to rank himself in terms of school grades, he would say his computer skills were about a C-.

B+ if it was just coding.

His parents also don't think much of his obsession with his PDA or phones. They thought he waste too many hours on them like the rest of his generation.

It didn't matter that Tucker's technology was about five or more years behind his classmates.

The Foley were hard-working people who barely scraped enough for bills. They were never below the property line, but they danced on it often enough that Tucker knew never to ask for unnecessary purchases.

For as long as he could remember, his parents have always worked long and hard hours. He never blamed them for missing so much of his childhood, in fact he was grateful that they worked so hard to keep the roof over his head, but he did miss them.

That's why Danny's house became a haven for him. He was always at the Fenton's place because the loud, wacky family was much better company than the home silence.

Tucker knew that his family's financial situation didn't change how Danny or Sam viewed him. They had his back through tick and thin just as he did for them, but as they got closer to graduation the difference between them became jarring.

Sam had easy picking of what she wanted to do and where she wanted to go. Her parents were so overjoyed that she wanted to go to a university that they didn't even argue about her wishing to major in botanical biochemistry.

She had started house hunting in Star City midway through senior year. Her parents would gift it to her as a graduation present. Sam would live there for the next eight years to finish her degree.

Danny's parents, while somewhat eccentric, were also certified geniuses. Between the two of them, they had five PHDs and were often freelancing for companies when not doing ghost research. They too could send their two kids to college States away with housing not being a issue.

Jazz went to Metropolis to study Physiology. She lived in a small apartment but was doing well off her scholarships and parent's funding. Last he heard, she had a part-time job at the Daily Planet as a research assistant to gain some independence.

Danny wanted to go to Gotham for their engineering program. He, too, had an apartment of his own, with scholarships and equal funding from his parents. He also worked at Wayne Enterprises, but he was a receptionist. He hoped that once he graduated, he could apply for their engineering program

Not Tucker. His family could only help him get into Community College near Amity. He also couldn't afford to move out so he stayed with them, picking up a part time job to help out when he could.

Tucker is a first-generation college student so even though it wasn't much, he loved to see how his parents glowed when telling others their boy was futhering his education. He wanted to do something that paid well- and after years of patching up Danny- he figured nursing would do the trick.

Tucker would do all his basics in the community College, take a break to save up some money and then move on to the bigger schools.

The day of the graduation felt bittersweet. Team Phantom was finally adults, finally starting out in the real world, but while Danny and Sam moved on to bigger and better things, Tucker knew he would be left behind in little no-where Amity Park.

He never brought it up, but he felt a small dosage of envy the last day of summer before his friends finished packing and left.

Despite both being gone, Tucker had little to no social life even though they called, texted, and emailed often. His days blurred between class, work, and home. Even then, classes were long and tedious, work often ending with one or more customers screaming in his face to try and get free food.

His parents quickly started to nag that he should find a wife as they had married young. They couldn't figure out why he didn't want the same, even though he had no social life again.

Life became dull.

Tucker's only sparks of joy were playing online with Danny and Sam - when they found the time to log in or re-coding his old tech to try and salvage it whenever it broke down.

Soon, it became apparent that Tucker was slowly lacking motivation when he started skipping classes to sleep in and started feeling anxious when he needed to clock in for shifts.

It leads to him barely getting out of bed.

He felt horrible about it, thinking his parents sacrificed so much for him only to have him throw away the opportunities they gave him, and the cycle of not being able to get out of bed would start all over again.

It was Danny who caught on, and all but begged Tucker to come to Gotham for a weekend. He even sent money over for the plane ticket.

Tucker couldn't have gotten on that plane fast enough. He arrived early on Friday since the tickets were cheaper- and Uber over to WE headquarters to pick up Danny's keys as they agreed.

That way, Tucker could sleep and rest in the apartment while Danny worked.

Danny would finish his shift and have the weekend plus Monday and Tuesday off to spend with Tucker. When he arrived, Danny was helping a school check in for a field trip, so Tucker sat down to wait.

Next to him, a kid was growling at his laptop, frankly typing and moving his fingers over the computer's touch mouse. Tucker accidentally glimpsed his screen when the kid started swearing in a different language.

It looked like a shooting game but his lag was bad. By the time the boy pressed the buttons to have his little drone move the other flying things he was chasing were flipping though the air and out of his shooting rage.

It sucked when that happened, and since he was using WE free wifi for guests, it was probably the game. The graphics were badass, though. Seemed almost real.

"Hey try updating the system" He tells the kid after seeing the boy once again lag so bad he missed his shot.

Green eyes swing to him drenched in rage. Which yeah, Tucker knows how frustrating that could be.

"Did I ask for your help!?" The boy snaps, his words lined with an upper-class accent. Made sense since he was wearing a Gotham Academy uniform like the rest of the large school group. "Why are you even looking this way, peasant?"

"No, sorry. I just noticed the lag." Tucker raised his hand, slightly amused at the peasant insult. "I thought I could fix it for you."

The boy's face spams, "You believe you have the ability?"

"Ugh sure? I can try?"

"Here. Be quick. The fate of this city's air defenses depend on it" the boy turns his lap top to him and Tucker blinks.

Okay. So fix the game. He can do that.

And he does, quickly opening the code, analyzing the control and commands , he gets it running properly in less then twenty minutes. The boy seems utterly shock but he quickly takes control of the game and shoots down all the escaping ninjas from the sky.

"Thank you." The boy says with no more tense in his shoulders. Then he closes his laptop and dissappears with the crowd of students.

Tucker thought the kid was a cute.

Danny hands him the keys not long after and he leaves.

Never was he aware of the Boy being Damian Wayne and that the game was not a game but a actual defensive drone system that was fighting off the League of Assassins.

He only finds out how important those two facts are when Danny gets a call from Tim Drake asking if he could pass along Tucker's information because the CEO wanted him on staff as soon as possible..

Both nineteen-year-olds lost their minds after getting the call, screaming at each other in ghost shrieks of glee. They called Sam to let her know- and have her lawyers look over the contact Tim Drake sent just to make sure it wasn't a big-time company trying to screw him over.

He went to an interview three days later. He faced Tim Drake, the current seventeen-year-old CEO, Leo Noir, the current head of HR, and Jessica War, the current head of computer services. They asked him many questions about himself- some of which he felt he had answered terribly- then had him take a computer test.

Tucker thought it was busy work, so he quickly breezed through it. He fixed the problem in many of the coding for various programs, adding his flare to the final product, and after thanking them for their time, went out into the lobby.

He hadn't even reached the door before Jesssica ran after him, offering him the job. Apparently, the first two problems they had him do was the busy work. Tucker had thought they were the ones to let him get comfortable with the coding program.

Like a tutorial in video games.

The other seven were actual issues; many of their latest cellphone products failed. Tucker had solved them in an hour, which had taken the actual team of coders about a month.

"Nitey one dollar and thirty-five cents an hour," Tim tells him tapping the hiring contact. "It would be eighty hours every paycheck. You can work here or at home. Full Benefits. What do you say?"

Tucker's jaw drops. "When do I start!?"

He calls his parents to tell them he will be staying in Gotham with Danny. He tries to explain what had happened but it was all so fast that he can only babble about certain parts.

They tell him not to worry about explaining because they understand how much this means to him.

His parents help pack everything for him and when he flies back for it they, offer him hugs and support. Tucker is so glad they aren't mad.

"I sort of knew it was coming," His dad laughs. "You and that Fenton boy have always been inseparable."

"I did the same thing, you know," His mom says, wiping tears from her eyes but smiling all the same. "I moved with your father states away with little to no plan when I turned twenty too. Drove your grandfather mad."

He loves them both so much. He promises to send money- disregarding their denials- and flies back to Gotham, where Danny has opened his apartment until he gets enough for his own place.

He plans on renting a house with three bedrooms, one for him, one for his office, and another for Danny, as soon as he can. He wants to pay his friend back for everything he did and Danny deserves a bigger living space.

And for once, he'll not have to worry about money!

For once, life is looking up!

(What Tucker is unaware of, is that his parents think he moved to the big city to be with his childhood best friend turned recent lover. They don't know that the money he is sending home is from his own payroll and not Danny's. They think he's a stay-at-home husband.

Tucker is also unaware that the Bats are closely watching him in case he goes rogue. They have been slowly "causally" running into him in the city and breaking into his place to check for supervillain activity.)

#dcxdpdabbles #dc x dp crossover #Big Fish in Gotham Pond au #Tucker is unaware of his skills #The Bat's are keeping a eye on him #His parents think he dropped out to be gay in Gotham' #Danny is happy for his best friend #Sam is laughing silly in Star City #Tucker in his main character era #Is Danny in love with him? Who knows

[majesty-madness]

"Are You...?" - Satoru Gojo x reader (sfw)

Summary: The first time she ever saw him cry.

Word Count: 2000+

Warnings: angst, mentions of injury and death, injured reader (lightly), crying, reassurance, initial resistance to comfort but gives in, cursing, high school Gojo and reader, fluff, cuddling

a/n: not proofread. This is another one of those self indulgent one-shots, but oh well. Hope you enjoy! Btw, Commissions are open!

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She wasn’t sure when it happened but at some point, Gojo had totally left the group. He had been standing right next to her then was gone the next time she turned around. 

This was a bit uncommon for him. 

Usually when a mission was over, and they were left to patch themselves up and go home, Gojo would always suggest hanging out. Those hangouts consisted of face masks, sweets, movies, and staying up late into the night. In all honesty they were more sleepovers than hangouts since the four friends would end up in a cuddle pile in the middle of the floor. 

So the fact that Gojo was nowhere to be seen was alarming. 

“Shoko, where’s Gojo?” Y/N asked her friend who had been previously talking to Geto. 

The two of them began to scout for the white haired teen, not seeing him anywhere. 

“Huh, that’s weird. Usually, he bothers us to hangout after missions.” Shoko pointed out. 

Y/N’s eyes then flicked over to Geto who had a bit of a more serious expression. If he knew why Gojo had run off, he wasn’t saying anything. 

“I’m going to go look for him, see what’s up. I’ll talk to you guys later.” Y/N quickly stated as she was already jogging away from them. 

First, she stopped by the school’s koi pond. She had found Gojo sitting near the edge of the pond a multitude of times by himself, later stating he liked the quiet. However, he wasn’t there. Then she stopped by a nearest supermarket, the one she’d visited with Gojo on those late night trips for sweets. 

When she asked the older woman running the counter if she had seen Gojo, she shook her head, saying she’d hadn’t seen him all day. Y/N thanked her for her time before walking swiftly out of the shop.

As she walked down the sidewalk, at a rather quick pace, she wondered where she might find him. 

Then she realized that she hadn’t even bothered to check the dorms. Why she didn’t she wasn’t sure, but now she was scolding herself for not looking there first. Usually Gojo roamed out and about, on the campus grounds or elsewhere. Not often would he be seen hanging out in his dorm alone.  

It seemed ironic to Y/N since she always spent time in her room and yet she’d made friends with one of the most outgoing people she’s ever met. 

With a new destination in mind, Y/N hurried back to the school. It took a few minutes but eventually she caught sight of the dorms, and headed straight for the boys side of the complex. The path to his dorm was a familiar one as she had traversed these very halls to have one of those sleepovers in his room, however this was the first time she was alone as Shoko and Geto joined her every other time.

The young sorcerer couldn’t shake the small anxiety rising from her gut as she got closer to Gojo’s room. 

What if he wasn’t there? What if he was? Would he want her to leave? What if he wanted to be alone right now? What if he got mad that she was there instead of minding her own business? 

What if….what if…..what if…

Honestly, most of the what if’s were her brian exaggerating the situation when in reality it was just a friend checking up on another friend. That kind of worry could normally be met with sincerity rather than anger. 

Y/N shook her head free of the anxiousness and lifted her hand to lightly knock on the door. “Gojo? Gojo, are you in there?”

She waited a moment, giving him time to answer and letting the silence settle in. After there was no response for several seconds, she knocked again. 

“Gojo, if you’re in there could you please say something?” 

Again, she left the silence open for him to reply with any kind of reply that indicated he wanted to be left alone. However, the same as before, she didn’t hear a peep. She pressed her ear against the door, hoping maybe she’d hear something and indeed she did. 

Barely even audible, the slight sound of a sniffle caused her eyes to widen and breath caught in her throat. 

Deciding to forgo any kind of manners, she went ahead and opened the surprisingly unlocked door to his room. She barely made it a step inside when she made eye contact with a distraught Gojo sitting on the floor next to his bed, tears streaming down his face. The sight almost made her tear up too. 

After closing the door behind her, Y/N quickly closed the distance between them. “What’s wrong, Satoru?” 

He snapped his head away from her, determined to keep his face hidden from her. “Nothing.”

Y/N sat down beside Gojo, resting both on his shoulders and attempting to turn him back to her. While he didn’t want to show his face, Gojo didn’t exactly try to shake her off. 

“Gojo, I know you’re crying, please tell me what’s wrong.” She reasoned, her voice slightly panicked as she had never seen him like this before. 

Gojo’s body was already facing Y/N however, his arms were raised up to cover his more than likely flushed face. 

Moving her hands from his shoulders to his forearms, Y/N leaned in and whispered. “Please Gojo…” 

There was a sudden heave of his shoulders, she could feel it under her hands as he let out a stuttering breath. Gojo carefully lowered his arms, his head slowly coming up to face her. She first noticed the red rings around his eyes, puffy and swollen from the tears. Y/N subconsciously let out a small, sympathetic “oh” once she took in his sorrowful expression. 

Though there was a split second she regretted it when she saw Gojo’s eyes bounce away almost annoyingly at the sound. But she didn’t let it deter her. 

“What’s the matter, Gojo?” 

Immediately Gojo drifted back to stare at the gauze taped to Y/N’s right cheek. He thought back to earlier that day when she’d received the injury. 

They were out to an abandoned building that had a somewhat notorious reputation for suicides, meaning lots of cursed spirits were hanging around; some that could be a potential special grade. At first there had been nothing too out of the ordinary, but that quickly changed the moment Gojo and Geto had split up from Shoko and Y/N. 

As soon as Shoko and Y/N made it to the opposite side of the building, there was a loud crash and a thunder of the building’s foundation shaking. The sudden noise caused the two male students to rush to their friend's aid, and while Gojo could’ve probably made it there faster on his own, he didn’t want to leave Geto alone. 

It took only a couple of minutes to reach them and before Gojo stepped inside the room, he heard the shouting of Y/N and Shoko. He felt he wasn’t moving fast enough, his own hand reaching for the door and ripping it open. The moment the girls were in his view, he saw it. 

Y/N being struck on the face by the curse, snapping her head to the other side and causing her to fall backwards. 

For that one moment, Gojo thought she was dead and his world came to a screeching halt. 

Her body seemed to fall in slow motion, waiting for someone to catch her, to hold her close, to protect her. Like a flash of lightning, Gojo felt the blindly heat of rage coursing up his spine and running over every nerve causing him to rush inside without a second thought. He activated his technique destroying the curse and nearly the entire structure with a blinding purple light. 

When the rush of wind calmed, and the dust settled, he heard the most melodic voice. “It’s okay, Shoko, I’m okay.” 

His manic eyes flitted over to see Y/N sitting up with a trail of blood rolling from her cheek to her chin, the blood meeting at a single point before falling to the floor. 

The rage suddenly disappeared, replaced by a suffocating sadness that had no right making a home in his chest and squeezing the life out of him. 

She was okay, she was safe so why did it all hurt so much? 

“Gojo..” She whispered, gently trying to coax him to talk. 

“You almost died.” 

Y/N remained silent, letting him take this at his own pace. The moment he said those three little words, she knew what was bothering him. 

“And I was almost too late.” He continued sadly. 

“Did you forget you were the one who saved me?” Y/N attempted to tease with a small smile, but when she saw Gojo gave no reaction, her smile vanished. “It really scared you, didn’t it?” 

All he managed was a nod, a barely visible one but Y/N was close enough to see it. There was more silence between them, Gojo having nothing to say and Y/N unsure of what to do. 

On one end she wanted to know exactly how he felt, though on the other hand she knew it was inconsiderate to prod at him to reveal his inner thoughts. Very rarely did Gojo show true emotional sincerity so the fact that he was showing it to her now made her think that perhaps she had a special place in his heart.

Though there was a part of her that doubted that. 

Regardless, there had to be something else she could do. Then she had an idea, maybe…

“Gojo, come here.” She gently grasped his hands, and he let her pick him up off the floor until they were both standing. Their bodies only centimeters away from one another, hands still intertwined together and staring into the other’s eyes. Y/N had to suck in her breath at the shockingly intimate moment. 

She took a preparatory breath then began to lead him to his bed. She took slow steps back, taking a few glances over her shoulder a few times then looked up to Gojo whose expression grew wide eyed and surprised as she guided him to the bed. Y/N understood what he might be thinking though she didn’t do anything to quell those thoughts; she simply laid back against the pillow and pulled him to lay his head against her chest. 

Y/N took a second to adjust herself into a comfortable position then wrapped her arm around Gojo’s shoulder and used her free hand to card her fingers through his hair. His shoulders relaxed and wrapped his arms around Y/N’s midsection, squeezing her close to him for a moment. 

“Do you hear that, Gojo?” Y/N asked out of the quiet as she leaned the underside of her chin against his temple. 

At first the question confused and he admitted as such. “What?” 

“Listen…” She cooed, applied a bit of pressure to the base of his skull to press him closer to her chest. 

Gojo focused his attention on listening to whatever it was that she was talking about- Oh.

He heard the steady rhythmic beating of her heart; proof of life. He felt the tears coming back quickly, having no time to stop them from rolling down his face, onto Y/N’s shirt. 

Y/N felt the strained shake of his body attempting to hold in a sob while continuing her ministrations through his hair. “See? I’m alive. And I promise, Satoru, I will always be here with you. No matter what.” 

A small sniffle sounded before Gojo tightened his grip to bring Y/N closer to him, keeping his head tucked between her neck and chest; savoring her warmth, her affection, and silently making a vow to himself. 

He would never let anything happen to her ever again.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #satoru gojo #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo x female reader #satoru x reader #gojo fluff #gojo angst #gojo fanfic #gojo oneshot #jjk fluff #jjk angst #jjk oneshot

[menofchaos]

Coco

Note: Third time I'm trying to send this out! I missed sleep to write this, which usually means it'll end up being one of my favorites like the Vegas story. I do have more of this written, so please let me know if anyone would be interested! This is the first installment of Coco x museum! reader. Picture credit goes to @richardcabralofficial on ig & divider credit goes to @spideyspeaches. Enjoy!

Coco lit a cigarette as he walked down the sunny streets of downtown San Diego, Angel and Gilly planning their evening of bar hopping. They decided to head down to the beach for a long weekend, a getaway from the pressures of Santo Padre.

“Damn, that’s a big ass building.”

“Ain’t this the museum you wanted to go to?” Angel asked.

EZ nodded, “Yeah at some point. You guys don’t have to come in.”

The four of them turned down the street toward the entrance and Gilly laughed, “Oh I’m definitely going.”

Angel frowned, “You wanna go to a museum? You good, homie?”

“If all the chicks in the museum look like that? Fuck yeah, I do,” he scoffed and nodded over at the museum steps.

They all looked up to see two men in suits talking to a woman, her long curly hair flowing gently in the wind as she laughed. Coco’s eyes widened when he saw ink covering her throat, bright acrylics on her tattooed hands. His eyes followed her curves, covered up by her professional attire. He licked his lips when he heard Angel mumble, “Damn.”

EZ shook his head, “I didn’t mean we had to go now.”

“What better time than the present, boy scout?” Gilly smirked, “You guys in?”

Angel looked over at Coco, who shrugged, “Why not?”

“Alright,” Gilly clapped, “Think she dresses like that all the time?”

“She’s way out of your league,” Angel snorted, shaking his head as they crossed the street.

“You think you have a better chance?” Gilly arched an eyebrow.

Coco laughed, “You two gonna bet again? Since it went so well last time.”

Both men glared at him before going back to arguing over who would ask her out. The men in suits walked away and the woman turned to see the four of them heading up the stairs.

“Welcome,” she smiled and opened the door, “Ticket counter is to your left, let me know if you have any questions about the exhibits.”

Gilly looked her over slowly, “Thanks mami. I do have a question. Are you the exhibit?”

She laughed politely, “No, I’m not.”

“Too bad, I can’t stop staring,” he winked, heading inside. 

“All these artifacts and I can’t take my eyes off you,” Angel smirked and followed him in.

EZ shook his head, “I’m sorry about them, it’s their first day in public.”

Coco took off his sunglasses as she laughed, “It’s all good, I’ve heard worse,” she closed the door behind them, “Enjoy the museum,” she winked at Coco before a younger employee called her over.

Coco watched her walk off, hips swaying. Gilly and Angel were still quietly bickering over her. While they were distracted, he took a few steps toward where she stood with another woman wearing a regular museum uniform. The woman went into the exhibit and she turned to Coco.

“Can I help you?” she asked him.

“Just wanted to apologize again for my brothers,” he told her, “They’re harmless.”

She smiled, “That’s sweet, thank you. Like I said, I’ve had way worse pick up lines than that. I was a little bummed I didn’t hear one from you, though,” she admitted.

Coco’s eyes widened and he smiled, “Oh yeah?”

She nodded, “See if it was more original than your brothers,” she teased.

He laughed softly, “They didn’t exactly get creative, did they?”

“No but at least they didn’t say they’d nail me to the wall,” she shivered slightly in disgust, “That one grosses me out.”

He shook his head, “I wouldn’t have let them get away with that one.”

“What’s your name?” she asked.

“Coco,” he held a hand out to her, “Yours?”

She introduced herself and shook his hand, “I guess you wouldn’t let them get away with that, would you, boogeyman?”

His eyes lit up, “You know that story?”

She smiled, “Of course,” she scanned the patches on his leather. Coco held his breath for a moment, waiting for her to dismiss him, “Santo Padre? What brings you to San Diego?”

“We wanted to get out of the desert for a few days,” he murmured, “Hang out at the beach.”

“That’s why I live here, so I can be on the beach whenever,” she smiled, “How long are you in town for?”

“Till Tuesday,” he bit his lip, willing his heart to slow down.

She nodded, holding his gaze for a moment, “So, you got a line?”

He shook his head, “No lines,” he licked his lips, “But I’d love to take you out later.”

She smiled, “I can’t tonight but I’ll take your number and call you tomorrow?” she pulled her phone out of her pocket.

Coco recited his number to her, smirking when he glanced over to see Gilly and Angel glaring at him. She nodded, “I’ll see you soon?” she took a few steps back, smiling.

“See you soon,” he smiled slowly, his eyes on hers.

She giggled and turned down a hallway, out of his sight. He rejoined the other guys.

“What just happened?” Angel asked, “You get her number?”

He shook his head, “Gave her mine. Thanks for making me look good,” he smirked as EZ handed him a ticket, “Thanks, bro.”

“Motherfucker,” Gilly swore, “You’re such a dick.”

After the museum, the four of them headed to dinner, then a bar on the beach. They stood around a pool table, EZ and Angel against Coco and Gilly.

“I still can’t believe you snaked her from me,” Gilly shook his head.

“You don’t have a claim on her, homie,” he smirked, taking a sip of beer.

“You come on too aggressive, bro,” Angel said.

EZ snorted, “You weren’t much better.”

Angel scoffed, “I wasn’t as bad as him!”

“All I did was give her my number,” Coco watched Gilly take his turn, “It’s not like I stole your girlfriend or some shit.”

Coco was in the middle of his turn when a loud cheer erupted behind him. He looked over his shoulder to see a high top all holding their drinks up, laughing.

“Wait, isn’t that her?”

Coco grinned when he saw her sitting at the high top, a pink margarita in her hand and a relaxed smile on her face. She caught his gaze and she smiled wider, waving at him. He held up a finger, turning back to finish his turn, “It is.”

He sunk two balls and missed the third, setting his cue down when he heard, “Lord have mercy. Look at that.”

All thought left his mind when he saw her heading toward him. She had forgone her professional attire, a longer asymmetrical skirt with a button up and blazer, for a tight black and white dress that hit mid thigh. Her long curled were tied up in a ponytail, two braids nestled among the strands. Her darker lipstick made him want to smear it.

“Hi,” she smiled.

“Hey,” he murmured, “You look beautiful.”

She giggled shyly, “Thank you. This is a coincidence.”

“Your plans for the night?” he asked, glancing at the table that was not so subtly spying on her.

She nodded, “College friends in town for the night. We’re going to the beach tomorrow before their flight leaves.”

Coco smirked, “We’re going to the beach too. The one down the road.”

“So are we,” she laughed, “Another coincidence.”

“Or fate,” he suggested, failing to keep himself from checking her out.

She felt butterflies under his gaze, “Could be. I gotta get back but how about this? If you find me at the beach tomorrow, you can take me out to dinner.”

His eyes lit up at the challenge. Between his military training and club antics, he knew he could meet it, “I’m down. See you tomorrow, ma.”

“See you tomorrow,” she kissed his cheek softly, walking back to her group. He couldn’t stop smirking the rest of the night.

Coco sat down on a lounge chair between Angel and Gilly, “Why the fuck do we stay in the desert when we could be here?” he asked as Angel passed him the blunt.

Angel laughed, “We should convince Alvarez to start a San Diego charter.”

“Coco just wants to be near his new girl,” Gilly opened a beer.

“You still bitching about that?” Coco arched an eyebrow, “How many chicks are out here, go pick up one up if you got that much game.”

“Oh now you got game?” Gilly asked, “With that crooked ass nose.”

Coco passed the blunt to EZ, retort on his tongue when his phone lit up with an unknown number. He opened it to find a picture of her smiling, sunglasses covering her eyes and her long hair tied up in a messy bun. He could only see from her shoulders up, a table with beer pong set up in the background. It was accompanied by a text.

I’m here! Ready for your mission?

He smirked, typing out, ‘Mission accepted’ before standing up, “Well you fuckers can keep playing with each other, I’m going to get a date.”

EZ grinned, “Good luck, bro.”

Coco fist bumped him, “Good luck with these two,” he joked and grabbed his phone and cigarettes, sliding his sunglasses on as he walked up to the top of the sand. He remembered the size of her group the night before and knew they wouldn’t be that hard to spot. He checked the picture again, his heart skipping a beat at her smile. Another text came in as he tried to study the background for clues.

No clues but I do have a drink waiting for you

He noticed rocks behind her and scanned the beach, grinning when he saw a cliff to his left. He walked down to the water, taking his time to smoke a cigarette as he made his way over. A large blue canopy with a long table under it was set up next to the cliff, coolers and bags scattered around towels and blankets set up on the ground. He swore under his breath when he spotted her in nothing but a black and green two piece, a drink in each hand. Tattoos covered both arms and curled around her long legs, a few on her back and sides. She was talking to two other women, one in a pink one piece and the other covered by an oversized white t shirt and men’s swimming trunks. Four guys stood at either end of the beer pong table in different colored bathing suits. He walked up, ignoring the looks the guys gave him as he tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around and grinned.

“Coco!” she leaned in to kiss his cheek, “That didn’t take nearly as long as I expected.”

He laughed, “I was a Marine, baby.”

“That’s not fair,” she pouted, “Here’s a beer if you want it. Let me introduce you to everyone,” she offered him the bottle.

“Sure, thank you,” he took it and followed her around the tent, shaking hands with everyone. They all went to college together, getting picked up and invited in by others in the friend group. They used to be a bigger group, she explained, but fights, moves and break ups splintered the group until it was the remaining seven of them. She hung back with him as the guys kept playing, one white boy, Dan or Dave or something, glancing at him often with a glare.

“Your friend in the green doesn’t like me that much,” he teased a few minutes later.

She looked over at the canopy and sighed, “He claims he’s protective, but he’s not like that about anyone else. He’s just one of those white knight guys.”

“White knight guys?” he frowned.

“Yeah, if I do something he thinks could hurt me, he acts concerned for my well being but he just has feelings for me and gets jealous,,” she explained, “He did the same thing in college when he found out I was dancing.”

He arched an eyebrow, “Dancing?”

She nodded, looking up at him, “I didn’t come from a good family or anything, so I had to pay my own way through college. I got some scholarships but it didn’t cover everything so I started stripping to help pay my bills and shit,” he watched her as she spoke, knowing this was a test of his reaction.

“That’s smart, you probably made bank,” he winked.

A  smile lit up her face, satisfied in his response, “You know I did. No student loans for me.”

White Knight Dan/Dave called her over for her turn but she declined, telling him she’d play later. His disappointment was visible, tossing another glare Coco’s way as he went back to the game.

Coco smirked, “Damn, I’m making all kinds of enemies talking to you.”

She took a sip of her beer, “Who else?”

“My homie’s still mad,” he laughed.

“Tell him if he can find it in his heart to forgive you, I have a bunch of hot, single friends I can introduce him to,” she offered.

He laughed softly, “That might do it, thanks mami.”

#mayans imagine #coco cruz imagine #coco cruz #johnny coco cruz #coco x reader #mayans mc

[iamjacksragingboner]

Gross Childhood Best Friend Soap - Alternate Endings

Word count: 1.3K

Warnings: Some angst but like you'll live, you don't end up with Soap though you're rejecting him like that's the whole thing

Part One: You can find part one with the original, happy ending here. Please read that one first so you're up to speed with the context to these other endings.

A/N: As I was writing the end of the Gross Childhood Best Friend Soap fic, I briefly had the thought to make the reader reject Soap, like bitch oh my god have some self worth you don't need to immediately forgive him for being a dick to you.

Anyway, this alternate ending could go one of two ways.

The Immediate Rejection.

“Why don’tcha come back to mine with me, bonnie,” Johnny coos, and for a moment you almost accept his offer.

Almost.

Sure, the boy you’d spent way too many years pining over and never gave you the time of day finally paying attention to you was great, in theory, but it only took a second of reminiscing to think better of it.

This boy was the reason you spent so many nights walking home alone, cursing yourself for falling for his shallow promises spoken by sugar sweet lips again and again.

"Ah, no. Thanks Johnny, but I'm not interested." It comes out dry, but you hope it gets the point across. He had missed his window of opportunity years ago.

Johnny laughs and jostles your shoulder. "Come on, lass. Just a night! Doesn't have tae mean anythin'. I've missed ye."

You hold strong to your word, as attractive as Johnny is, and always has been, you know you're better than that. "Really Johnny, I'm not in the mood."

His hand skirts up your thigh and you groan internally at his inability to take the neon-coloured hint. "I bet I can change that for ye."

Swallowing your pride, you lean into Johnny and cup a hand to whisper into his ear "I have like three STD's at the moment, dude. I don't think you wanna bump uglies with me currently."

It was a silly lie, but you knew it would be more than enough to get the message through his relatively thick skull. You were right, of course, because as you pulled back to take a look at the expression on his face, you had to fight not to burst into laughter.

Johnny looked as though he'd sucked on a lemon but was trying not to let it show. He'd pulled back from you by at least a foot as well, and kept his hands firmly clasped in his lap. "Ah," he said, and cleared his throat. "Well. Good to know."

"Yup."

Silence. You wondered how long it would take Johnny to get up and scout out a different lady, as you were sure he would after this.

As it turns out, it took a grand total of a minute and a half for him to get up, bid his adieus and walk out of the bar, promising he'd call you soon, and wishing you all the best with your... things.

You downed the rest of your drink with a wicked grin stretching across your cheeks and walked merrily home.

2. The Gradual Realisation of Self Worth.

He only comes to you when he needs you.

Only gives you affection when he knows it'll benefit him.

Leaves you cold and alone in bed.

Tells you you're beautiful, says he loves you, but only when you're actively serving him. Patching his wounds. Sending him care packages. Buying him drinks. Always giving, but never receiving.

The bed is so cold.

You curl in on yourself night after night, but you never cry. You are convinced that surely, one day he will return your affection. One day he'll prove you right and show that he has changed, has given up on his shallow promises. You ignore the voice in your head that tells you he hasn't.

You spent so long trying to fix him, put so much time into trying to make him a better person, telling him to eat better, to keep his room clean, teaching him to cook, teaching this man the bare minimum, only to get nothing in return.

He didn't love you, and at this point you weren’t even sure if you liked him. Did you like him, or did you like the comfort of having someone that could hold you, if he wanted to. There was never a guarantee.

You fixed him, but you didn't get to reap the benefits of your own hard work. You fixed him so he could go an fuck over the next person a little less.

You start rejecting his advances, ignoring his texts asking you to come over for a quick fuck. You stop sending him care packages with home made food and letters telling him about how you've been since he was home. You don't answer the door when he knocks. Quitting him cold turkey.

Eventually, he stops texting, stops calling, doesn't throw rocks at your window.

There is silence; a breath of fresh air.

You bump into him at a bar a few months later. You make polite small talk, and he flashes you that grin that pulled you in the first time, but it falls flat and slips from his face. You move away from the hand that caresses your waist.

"Let's get out of here," he bends down to whisper in your ear, "come back to mine, I've missed ye, bonnie." Johnny's hand creeps up your face, a wolf-like grin stretches and snarls across his cheeks.

Your face turns stony, ashen. "Leave me alone, John."

His grin falters at the omission of his nickname, the name you had always called him. In all your years of knowing each other, not once had you called him John.

"Bonnie," Johnny starts, concern flicking over his face. What a joke. He chooses to care now, when he's at risk of losing his quick fuck.

"Don't call me that," your voice is sharp, cutting through the pollution he's breathed on you for so long. "Do not speak to me as if you've ever given more than two shits about me, because I know for a fact the only thing you see me as is a hole to shove your dick in."

You had passed the point of mourning over what could have been, of what you wanted this 'relationship' to be. You were only capable of feeling anger and distain towards the man before you.

"Now, lass, there's no need for ye think that," Johnny rubs your arm in an attempt of comfort that came all too late. "yer more than that to me, I promise."

I promise.

I promise.

I promise.

"Fuck you and your promises, John," you spit, slapping his hand away from you, creating distance between you, because as far as you're concerned, he lost the privilege of touching you long ago. "You're always promising things, but you never mean any of it, do you?"

Johnny stays quiet, his mouth hanging ajar and his hand hovering in midair, as if he's shocked that his actions suddenly have consequences.

"I have tried for so long to continue to see the good in you, to believe that if I just tried a little harder, you'd actually want to pay attention to me, but I look back on that decision to try and I just feel so... stupid! So utterly stupid for not seeing you for what you are, John. Look I want to wish you the best in your future relationships but honestly I think I'd much prefer if you went and choked to death on a bag of dicks."

As much as you thought it would be cathartic to say even a quarter of what you felt Johnny needed to hear, it honestly wasn't. Johnny was silent as you picked up your things and left the bar. He at least had enough of a brain to not call you, but part of you wished he did. The part of you that still hoped the Johnny you grew up with was in there.

You hugged your arms to your chest and kicked the rocks on the pavement as you walked home alone. Again. You went to bed alone. Again. But it felt better.

Johnny wasn't coming back, and you were glad.

#john soap mactavish #john soap mctavish x reader #soap call of duty #soap cod #soap x reader #johnny mactavish x reader #johnny soap mactavish #soap mactavish x reader #childhood best friend x reader #john mactavish x reader #john mactavish

[jasperthehatchet]

I found a mossy green pair of pants at the thrift store that I fell in love with. It's got detachable legs so you can wear them as shorts, like six huge pockets, one of those plastic locking belt buckles built into the pants, a perfect fit and lots of space for customization

They're more green irl, idk why the camera is graying out the green (especially in the middle) but it's fine

Turns out these are boy scout uniform pants. Didn't even realize it until I got home. So I think the perfect thing to do with these is to turn them into faggoty anarchist solaprunk patch pants :) this will be a long term project but it's one I'm excited to add to my growing pile of ongoing projects to start!!I'll post updates maybe eventually

I never really found a good pair of pants to turn into sturdy patch pants until I found these for like 10 bucks, and it's funny that the one pair of pants that clicked for me was a part of a uniform for a fucked up and evil conservative religious organization. Gonna fuck them up freak style :)

[Image ID: seven images of a green pair of tactical boy scout uniform pants. They have zippers on the legs slightly above the knee so you can convert them into shorts. They have six big pockets, two on each side and two in the back, and all of them minus the main side pockets have flaps that fold over the top of them. Theres a built in black belt with a black plastic side release clasp as the buckle, and under it, a zipper and button just like regular pants. The first two images are of the front and back of the whole garment, the third image is a close up of the belt, the fourth and fifth images are of the front and back of the pants with the legs detached, the sixth image is a close up of the zippers on the legs, and the last image is a close up of the back pockets. The camera on my phone desaturates the color of the pants, and there's a faint gradient on all the images where it looks more gray in the middle of the garment and it faded to green a little bit towards the outer edges. In real life, the pants are a solid mossy green shade that you'd find on tactical clothes or in camouflage patterns. End ID]

#punk #patches #patch pants #punk diy #punk fashion #solarpunk #solarpunk fashion #solarpunk diy #hopepunk #ecopunk #sewing #fashion #upcycling #upcycled fashion #sustainable fashion #sustainability #hatchet makes stuff #hatchet mends things #diy #thrifting #clothing modifications #clothing customizations

[speedystarshine]

Various TOH characters x readers (General HC’s)

Characters: Eda, Lilith (Platonic), Darius, Adrian, and Steve.

Eda

H-Hot...bird woman..

She is so amazing we love her

She will definitely get you anything at the drop of a hat

No, she doesn't pay for it.

Sometimes when she's bored she'll drag you around town to find some mischief to cause or something to do

If her and Lilith ever get into a fight, you are the barrier. Every. Single. Time.

"Y/N, can you tell my darling sister to stop leaving apple blood cartons everywhere?"

"Y/N, can you tell Lilith to mind her damn business?"

Y/N: *eye twitch*

If you know about the curse she'll appreciate any support you give, even if it doesn't look like it.

Will use Harpy form, especially if she knows it flusters you- poor owl beast is so done.

She is very protective of those she cares about, so she'll deffo bail you out if you happen to get in trouble. She'll feel so bad if it's because of her shenanigans 😭

She likes to drag you into her nest randomly. In her mind, pretty things in nest. Y/N = pretty thing, pretty thing = in nest. Don't say anything about it, though, she'll get so embarrassed-

Lilith (Platonic)

Cool history nerd aunt? Hell yeah!

Definitely overloads you with random info at any point of the day. She cant help it, especially if you get her started on a topic thats special to her.

She'll talk for hours then, not that you mind :)

She does really appreciate it if you listen though, and even more if you engage and back up points.

Is definitely the type to cringe you out, especially in front of your friends. She's cool like that, even though you hate it-

If anything happens to you or you get in trouble, she gets so worried about you!!

I feel like she's the type of person where panic makes her do smart stuff quickly, so she'll instantly patch you up with care if you do get hurt.

I feel like because of her, you'd have a love-hate relationship with Hooty?

Like, you would protect each other to the max if needed but they totally team up against you all the time and it's so not fair >:(

Darius

Ah yes, our favourite peacock.

He treats you like royalty, so be aware of that.

Spa days? Spa days. You keep laughing whenever he puts on a face mask and he gets grumpy about it-

He acts like he's above it but let's be honest, he would totally love to gossip with you.

He somehow knows about everyone and everything in the castle so watch your back if your trying to hide anything from him (he tries not to peep if it's like, a surprise for him but he probably already knows)

You two shovel talk Adrian, it drives him mad 😭

You know if you get into an argument and your parents leave a bowl of fruit or something as an apology?

He definitely brings a mini abomination to bring you something.

He will eventually apologize face to face, but who likes confrontation? Not him.

Co parenting Hunter co parenting Hunter CO PARENTING HUNTE-

Is super worried abt you after the day of unity, and immediately seeks you out (and vice versa).

Adrian

I'm just gonna be upfront. He's draining, but that's the fun of it! (Or not.)

He is 100% catboy confirmed.

He doesn't even bother with the whole "I act like I don't care but actually do" thing he's just super clingy and has no shame <3

He's also super p(r)etty, and can get jealous quite easily. Make sure to give him lots of attention!

Surprisingly doesn't shovel talk Darius, he has some semblance of respect for him, but he just hates everyone equally. Apart from you! (And Terra. She absolutely terrifies him, don't leave them in a room together)

Take everything he says with a grain of salt though, he twists his stories a lot.

E.g: Someone accident tripped him up? It was attempted murder. They tried to break his neck and-

He is a dramatic person, but what do you expect?

The type to just flop onto you and go boneless after a long day, no matter what your doing.

Also treats you like royalty! Just... In his own way.

Steve

Steve! Everyone's favourite demon/ex-scout boy!

He is so affectionate, but in an awkward kinda teenage way.

He buys you flowers.

Gives the best advice? Y'know how you can no what something tastes like just by smell and sight even if you've never had it? Like that but with advice.

He talks about you all the time to Mat!! He's super happy if you two get along, since you are the most important people in his life.

(if you don't though, immediate deal breaker. His little brother is so important to him, so sorry..)

This is random, but he has an obsession with candles.

One time you told him all that smoke wasn't good for the environment, so he bought "bio-degradable" ones from a certain pig at the night market..... He's trying I promise 😭

Motorcycle rides? Hell yeah! He won't ever say it (unless it comes up ofc) but his favourite rides are where there's not really any destination in mind, and your just driving around because.

He somehow is friends with everyone on the boiling isles? Don't be surprised if you see someone who you'd never expect to see talking to him.

The goodest boy ever. Treat him right!

#the owl house #the owl house x reader #toh #toh x reader #eda x reader #eda clawthorne x reader #lilith x reader #lilith clawthorne x reader #darius x reader #darius deamonne x reader #adrian x reader #adrian graye x reader #steve x reader #toh steve x reader

[presidentbungus]

Demo starts scritching at the bottom of Scout’s skull, then slowly starts moving up, humming something he doesn’t recognize under his breath. Scout’s not really sure what he’s doing, but it’s nice. And it’s kinda hard to care when all he can think about is being pressed against Demo and it’s like sitting against a space heater he’s so fucking warm, their legs tangled together in front of them, and Scout just wishes he could see his face.

He can imagine it. Demo always makes the same face when he’s concentrating and he’s always concentrating on something (and right now he’s focused on Scout, just him, and fuck, man). He’s probably squinting at nothing in particular, and he’d be cross-eyed if he had two eyes, lips all stupidly puffed out like he’s clenching his teeth together. Maybe he’s sticking his tongue out just a little, like he does when he’s really in the zone.

… Probably thinking, like, wow, Scout’s so great, his hair’s so soft and nice, boy I’m lucky, I’m never gonna dump him unless he dumps me, in which case I would accept that as a reasonable decision and still be best friends with him afterwards because he’s just that great. Or something along those lines. He has to remind himself to unscrunch his eyes and unflare his nose and do something mostly regular with his mouth, and he spends a few seconds being really glad Demo can’t see his face right now because he probably looks really stupid.

And the whole time those smart, quick fingers keep brushing across his scalp, combing through his hair. His other arm’s got Scout all wrapped up, resting heavy enough against his chest his lungs pinch just a little when he breathes in too deep and don’t get him wrong, no complaints here. Demo keeps humming, probably something about pirates or krakens or taxes. Scout can’t think of anything to say and for the first time in his life nothing’s coming out of his mouth anyway. He’s sweating through the bandages on his hands though. And his heart’s hammering so hard he can feel it in the tips of his fingers, and he’s sure Demo’s able to feel it through his spine, and oh god is that embarrassing? Is he being fucking weird? Did he remember to put on deodorant this morning because oh god he’s so fucking sweaty, and maybe he should say something just to clarify, maybe something like I’m sorry if I smell bad and I’m sweaty, you’re really great and all, I like your arms a lot and your music’s stupid but you’re good at singing it, something like that really quick, oh my god oh my god…

And out of nowhere, right before Scout opens his big stupid mouth and gets himself broken up with, Demo pops his lips and says: “Scout, if you love me, ya gotta wash yer hair.”

“What—c’mon.” Scout’s worried that means the little head massage thing is over, but he still keeps going, thank god, and you know what, whatever.

“No, really.” Demo thinks on it. “Your scalp feels like a nice greasy patch of temperate swamp.”

He finally awkwardly cranes his neck back (trying to make sure Demo doesn’t move his arm and hey, he doesn’t) and sure enough, he’s making that stupid fucking face, tongue out and everything even though he just spoke, and whatever long line of nothing Scout had in his mouth just dissolves. Instead he manages to muster a faint: “Hey.”

“Just a touch of shampoo, Scoutie, I’m tellin’ ye. Could be nice.”

He scoffs. “I use shampoo.”

“You use a three-‘n-one. I’ve seen it.”

“And it works fine, asshole.”

“It could work better.” Before Scout can respond to this, that arm squeezes all the air out of him—probably on purpose—and Demo’s other arm presses on top of it, and his head nudges into the crook of Scout’s neck and says “Please, Scoutie, for me, just for me?”

… Aw man. “Fine, whatever,” he wheezes, and Demo lets go of him so he can throw his arms in the air. “But I don’t know any of that shit.”

“I promise I can work that out,” he hums, already back to scratching down Scout’s scalp. “Thank you, thank you,” suddenly attacking him with kisses down his neck and the side of his face, making the loudest friggin’ smacking sounds he can probably muster.

“Geez—geez, okay, I get it,” and some horrible embarrassing sound that’s probably supposed to be a laugh frees itself from his throat, and Scout barely tries to push him off. It doesn’t work, and he doesn’t stop. Thank god.

#UGH god this is the first time I’ve properly written in literally a month #really gotta get back on that grind☹️☹️☹️ #tf2 demoman #tf2 scout #bungus snippets #tf2 #anyway I’m completely regular about these guys and more importantly #THEYRE completely regular about EACHOTHER. you know how it is #demoscout #hopscotch

[eriexplosion]

REUNION! MY BOY IS COMING BACK HOME IN THE WORST WAY POSSIBLE!

It's the way that we start with Crosshair talking about his own squad and showing zero real interest in it, just the completely calm assessment that a scout team won't be enough to take them out. Later he's going to actually care that it's His Squad, right now he really does not. No reaction to orders to terminate them. Knowing how much Crosshair gives a shit in every other aspect despite trying SO HARD NOT TO, it just really stands out.

Wrecker's teaching skills.... TEN SECONDS TILL WE"RE BOTH GONERS. HONEY WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT? What if we just do all our training by traumatizing the child forever with the possibility of imminent death. But he didn't let her train with a live explosive. He's not crazy!

"I failed my first disarming test too" great was that a smoke bomb or not because knowing the kaminoans and the state of your head I am considering that it was a live explosive.

I love their casual awareness that they're being watched, it's just very attractive when the batch is extremely competent.

"Wrecker says he has it under control" "That's not comforting" THANKS FOR THE VOTE OF CONFIDENCE TECH

This is one of my favorite shots of Echo I just think they look very attractive perched up there. Now on the question of HOW are they perched up there? We just don't know.

Echo still losing it over the mere concept of anything that might make them money because all of it is Crime.

Also I'm keeping a count on how long it takes for Tech's hair to spontaneously reappear, so far he still has his bald patch.

WRECKER CRAVES THE PROTON TORPEDO MORE THAN LIFE.

"Hunter, we're soldiers. What other path is there?" I feel like the ultimate conclusion for the show is going to be a mix of these two's extremes. Hunter wants a path that is fully out of the danger, away from all of it, and that's clearly not going to be allowed to happen. Echo wants a path that they understand, and the soldier's life is safe and comfortable to them. Ultimately, they don't need to just be soldiers, but they also can't just walk away from it all, no one can. The Empire doesn't only come for soldiers.

STILL CANNOT BELIEVE THEY GAVE US THIS SHOT.

"It's most likely a short circuit" right before several ships fly overhead. It is DEFINITELY NOT A SHORT CIRCUIT.

Hunter basically saying 'Tech you know Crosshair's too stubborn to be put off by a blocked scanner'

GOD I AM ALL CAUGHT UP ON THIS ACTUALLY. It's Crosshair, it's his stubbornness, it's his ruthless battle tactics, it's his knowledge, he just doesn't Care about anything but the mission and his orders, when those were always down near the bottom of his priority list before. Now they're all that registers. It's all the things that make him dangerous and none of the things that make him belong with them.

Stop throwing your goddamn toothpicks you filthy littering bitch (affectionate)

Crosshair knowing they'd cut into the comms so he redirected them away from the hangar by saying to push them to the hangar... GENUINELY CHIPPED CROSSHAIR REMAINS THE MOST TERRIFYING THING IN THE SHOW. Cannot outsmart him he knows all the Moves. No wonder they couldn't keep him chipped outside of this, he'd have won eventually if he was still trying this hard.

"Why come after us" honey he doesn't have an OPTION. Hunter and Omega trying to talk him down is sweet but absolutely useless. But then, what other options do they have? The thing is even if they stunned him here, what then, the place is crawling with Imperials and it was the only place they had to remove their chips. If they HADN'T been found here, maybe things would have been different but...

Also I was right, Crosshair didn't learn about the chips until episode eight and it was just Hunter and Omega telling him they existed. Nothing about how they worked, nothing about how powerful they are, and he has no reason to believe them right off. And with only finding out MAYBE half an hour before it gets annihilated with radiation, of course he doesn't believe them. He doesn't really have a reference point to notice he's being controlled on any level.

Still amazed at the sheer coldness of 'aim for the kid though' like Brutal

I think this guy here might be Omega's first kill? She uses her bow several times in Decommissioned, but all of those were droids. I wonder if she's really realized the weight of that yet. Also that her first kill was another clone, which, Ow.

All of that and she's still so small that Tech has to help her jump off a step.

WRECKER I CARE ABOUT TECH'S ION ENGINE INFODUMP DON'T INTERRUPT HIM.

Tech nearly getting sniped here - I stand by my headcanon that the reason Crosshair misses them so often in particular is because the chip has major control but sniping requires SUCH PRECISION that the tiny little muscle twitches that might sneak through, small enough that they wouldn't change anything for any other weapon, are enough to throw his aim off.

TRY AGAIN HUNTER babe I don't know that he can hear you.

"Crosshair wouldn't do that, would he" Omega I cannot emphasize enough that it does not MATTER what Crosshair would do just like it didn't matter what WRECKER would do last episode.

I do really want to know what Plan 7 is

The ion engine coming on and the ring of explosions looks SO good, that's some good fucking animation.

And CROSSHAIR RUNS TOWARDS IT LIKE WHATTTT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING TO DO HERE?

I mean at least blasting him with radiation will take out the chip but goddamn. The burn scar is SO MUCH and then he fucking falls on that side of his face.

Do you think that the smell of his own flesh burning reminded him at all of the civilians he had killed?

Sorry I'm normal again, Crosshair carries the dark thoughts with him like a cloud.

The reveal of all the dead clones around their ship is so good for Bane's reveal. And this is still so much better having watched TCW because the first time I watched I LITERALLY HAD NO IDEA WHO THE HELL THIS WAS.

The way that he just drops Hunter and the music completely cuts out and then gets really fucking intense no wonder a few people thought for a hot second that they killed Hunter off just like that.

This is also why you can't take the musical cues for if a death is real or not because they WILL go intense whether they're dead or alive if the moment calls for it.

"Get me on the shuttle" what the fuck did the radiation do to the chip that it turned Crosshair completely feral for a hot second because he is barely breathing and he's like I AM GOING TO COMMIT MURDER RIGHT NOW.

GOD I LOVE THE POV SHOT FROM HUNTER'S HELMET. The way they do this with Omega too later (and honestly it would be amazing setup for doing the same thing with Tech's goggle recordings come on it is RIGHT THERE)

#the bad batch rewatch

[bagog]

N7 Month, 2023 - Day 18: Pack

Was stumped. A thin little angsty pre-relationship mshenko drabble about a mourning Kaidan after Alchera.

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The debrief with the Citadel Council had been bad enough, but the debriefing under Admiral Hackett on Arcturus had completely wrung out the last of Kaidan’s patience. He and Joker had been the last to see Council Spectre and Alliance Commander Shepard alive. As ranking officer, Kaidan was getting most of the attention.

Search and survey missions above Alchera had come back negative for any other survivors. Many of the deceased crew had not been recovered, and neither had Shepard.

A burial in space. Kaidan wondered if that would be what Shepard would have wanted. He’d been in and out of meetings for the last 9 hours, telling the same story again and again. He wasn’t allowed to speak with Joker, or anyone from the Normandy. The isolation had galvanized his grief into such a thin point, he wasn’t even aware he still felt the prick of it. How many times could you describe the last moment of your Commander’s life before it became just another story, no added emotional weight. Just recounting the facts.

The small apartment he kept for himself on Arcturus Station felt foreign to him when he finally got back that evening. The Normandy, it’s claustrophobic sleeper pods, had begun to feel like home. He stripped off his uniform and lifted his shirt over his head, sat on the stiff foam mattress and sighed. He’d had friends on the Normandy, pretty good friends who he’d been through hard times with, and they were dead now. Too cold and too small in space to be recovered.

That was one thing he hadn’t gotten a chance to say in all the debriefs: he had lost friends. He had lost Shepard. And the loss was killing him. In a dim corner of the room sat Kaidan’s old brown pack: one of the straps sewn on haphazardly, numerous patches covering holes in the canvas. The sight of it forced a heavy huff out of him.

He walked over, picked up the pack carefully. The zipper stuck, but Kaidan knew how to pull it open anyway. There were civilian clothes inside: just a couple t-shirts, some slacks. There was a pair of swim trunks, sandals. In a separate bag was a menagerie of toiletries—cologne, hair products,--things he didn’t get to use aboard a starship.

The bag was packed for vacation. For shore leave, with Shepard. The two had agreed to spend shore leave on the Citadel together, and Kaidan—ever the boy scout—had packed ahead of their sweep of Alchera, it was supposed to be their final engagement before the well-earned break. Kaidan realized only now, looking at his ready pack, how excited he had been for the opportunity.

At the bottom of the pack was a data-pad: books Shepard had asked Kaidan to recommend to him. It was a task Kaidan had thrown himself at with unexpected fervor. Now that Shepard was dead… he couldn’t remember why.

He pulled the zipper back around, dropped the pack with a thud onto the deck, and returned to the bed. He didn’t need anything out of the pack. Didn’t want to smell like fine cologne, couldn’t stomach the soft civilian clothes, didn’t need to style his hair. All of that could wait, maybe forever.

He lay back in bed, telling himself “not forever.” The grief would pass away some day soon, and he’d be back to everything-as-usual.

The pack sat there in the corner for years.

#n7month #n7 month #mass effect #fanfic #mshenko #alchera

[redrage71890]

Seamstress Yuu AU, Pt 2

| Heartslabyul | Savanaclaw | Octavinelle | Scarabia | Pomefiore | Ignihyde | Diasomnia |

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This Yuu was a seamstress back in their world, but they got isekaied in Twisted Wonderland and shit and ended up being an early parent of a fire breathing gluttonous cat.

Currently living in a rundown abandoned dorm with three ghosts living with them, they are definitely in need of some madol for the repairs and just.....living...

So why not utilise these skills!

Sketching and sketching ideas for outfits and accessories that could go with it. Once satisfied with some of the ideas, all she needs to do is to find their models.

And she knows just the people...

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Savanaclaw would be a challenge, but who can say that doesn't discourage Yuu!

How did they react to the proposition?

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ੈ✩‧₊˚{𝐿𝑒𝑜𝓃𝒶 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈𝒸𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒶𝓇}

God this man DID NOT want any part in the proposition.

He's too tired for this shit and just straight up said 'Go find someone else for your project herbivore.'

But determined to try this challenge, Yuu gave out many exchanges just for Leona to be a model for their outfits.

He continued to lazily decline, until a certain little nephew sweetly proposed the idea because Yuu already dramatically exclaimed her worries and troubles in getting the man to accept.

He fell to peer pressure of his nephew...

Was it hard for Yuu to get his measurements? The man just handed her his measurements while on the brink of falling asleep.

So come the day of trying the draft, she had to accompany Ruggie in getting Leona to come to Ramshackle. Though in trying the draft, Leona stated he would fall asleep in it very easily it was that comfortable. For being a draft.

Final outfit comprised of a black and white patterned collared shirt, a light brown and beige blazer jacket, black pants and black wholecut leather shoes.

Accessories included two thin gold chain necklaces and golden rings.

ੈ✩‧₊˚{𝑅𝓊𝑔𝑔𝒾𝑒 𝐵𝓊𝒸𝒸𝒽𝒾}

Lets just say he only accepted because Yuu is offering him some of the profits they get.

Also to mention they would be making a bunch of clothing for the children in his home for charity. Which he greatly appreciates.

The process of getting his measurements went swiftly in fitting in Ruggie's busy schedule in caring for Leona and his school work.

Commenting he's never had anything tailored for him specifically, as because of his background in the slums.

Yuu knows this and says he of course can keep the outfit for other purposes he would like to wear it for, and if he wants to, give it away.

Once their work is done in creating the outfit, its their models to keep.

The draft felt like one of the most comfortable materials Ruggie's felt. Though its best that he doesn't know the amount the materials costs. For the sake of him not feeling guilty...

Final outfit is a white softened material button-up with brown coloured shoulders, beige pants and brown loafers.

Accessories included a black with beige gold mystical patterned cloth that's tied around like a tie and silver rings.

ੈ✩‧₊˚{𝒥𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝐻𝑜𝓌𝓁}

This had to take some convincing...

Jack was confused as to why he would be an option, but Yuu defended this by saying 'His body is to DIE FOR for the male population' and 'Why not display your efforts to encourage those in the world to follow along?'

He accepted because he thought it would be okay if Yuu is in charge... nothing else of course! (he states with red up his neck)

This boy has never done anything like this so he, like Deuce is pretty stiff when taking measurements.

When testing the drafts, he kind of moved a little stiff and gently as to not rip Yuu's work, though they ushered him he's fine.

The final outfit is a silk gold button-up with felt like patches around the shoulder areas, black pants and dark brown scout chukka boots.

Not many accessories with Jack but included thin necklaces, thin bracelets and gold rings.

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland au #twst au #twst x yuu #twst yuu #seamstress yuu #savanaclaw #leona kingscholar #jack howl #ruggie bucchi

[l3rking]

We got a HUGE Dev Insight post today full of the nerdy detail I love reading about. I'm gonna try and point out the big stuff and summarize the longer wordy bits.

WEAPON BALANCING

This first part is just going over weapon Usage Rate/Kill Rate pre and post mid season balance patch across both high skill and all-skill lobbies. TLDR is Immortal was top pick in high skill lobbies despite not performing higher than intended. Top performers were Hand Cannons and Pulse Rifles (Bungie once again proving airmchair dev pvpers wrong). Post patch Hand Cannons and Immortal stayed the same and Pulses went down a bit.

Interestingly, across all skill lobbies, Auto Rifles were some of the highest performers. Both in Usage and Kills. Hand Cannons, however, were still the most picked. Peak shooting and playing cover are ubiquitous to higher skill tiers, preventing autos from becoming too effective in those particular lobbies. Thus, the Hand Cannons come out. Really neat stuff. Check out the graphs on the OP.

SEASON 22 WEAPON BALANCING (the one about the Range rework)

Double Special will no loner drop more Heavy than intended

Although I will say, unless they addressed how much special you can get off Heavy kills, I don't see this changing the effectiveness of double special too much. We'll have to wait and see.

Range. Range and Zoom are being decoupled. Mid Range options are being brought closer together and down in regards to effective range and damage falloff. At 100 Range stat: Hand Cannons, Autos, and Sidearms are going up. Pulse Rifles and SMGs are going down. Bows and Scouts will remain the same. Several exotics received hand tuned adjustments (i.e. Ace of Spades (when Memento Mori is active) damage falloff range penalty has been increased to 15%, more on the OP).

Weapon Archetype Adjustments

Hand Cannons. On top of the range buff they will receive:

General

Increased reload speed at 0 stat by 15%.

PvE Damage

Increased damage against minor combatants (red bars) by 20%.

Increased damage against major combatants (orange bars) by 75%.

Heavy Burst

Changed Warden's Law to be the first member of a new sub-family, Heavy Burst

Fires a 2-round burst.

Bows are having their projectile adjusted to be more reliable.

SMGs. 750s have been 720s this whole time (visual UI bug) and will show the appropriate RPM now.

Sidearms. Aggressives are receiving a bodyshot damage nerf. 32 to 30.

Pulse Rifles. BXR is back to 20 zoom

Shotguns. Please use The Comedian (UI bug fixed).

Fusions. Fixed a bug with crafted fusions, charge times, and damage

Heavy Wave Frames. Made it harder to kill yourself with.

Swords. This is an enormous rework. The TL;DR is Sword Guard is about to be way more effective. No longer drains energy while guarding. provides 82.5% to 95% damage resist (whoa). Has duration increased across the board and increased movement speed while guarding. Huge.

Exotics:

You can now use the bayonet on the Monte Carlo (new catalyst)

Verglas Curve works with Fissures now.

DMT and Quicksilver got bug fixes.

Two-Tailed Fox + catalyst now fires a 3 rounds of rockets instead of 2 (with an extra rocket in the 2nd)

Le Monarque. Hoo boy. Is being converted to a Lightweight bow. Damage is going down. Rate of Fire is going up. Damage over Time effect duration down from 3 to 1.75 seconds. Same DoT damage as before (more per tick, 6 ticks). Poison damage INCREASED 50% in PvE. Net buff for PvE. Obvious nerf for PvP.

Vex Mythoclast's RPM is being reduces to 360. Increased damage against minor combatants (red bars) and major combatants (orange bars) by 25%

Tommy's Matchbook scorch stacks adjusted but overall the same (w/Ashes)

Touch of Malice got some big changes. The Blight will now stun Unstoppable Champs and deals Arc damage. The Final Round will no longer kill the player and instead hold you at 1HP and deals 20% more damage in PvE. Self damage reduced from 10 to 7. Health on multikills up from 30 to 75 and now functions like Unrelenting. Excellent excellent buffs. The Scout Rifle Enthusiast Club will be ecstatic.

Cloud Strike will be less effective vs players. Lightning strike kill distance reduced.

Wicked Implement also getting some buffs. The timing window for Creeping Attrition has been increased from 3.5 seconds to 4.5 seconds. You can now also active Tithing Harvest by destroying Stasis crystals. The catalyst now gets Headstone (yay). I'm personally very excited about this.

Perk Changes

Bipod is getting it's nerf to damage reduced.

Envious Assassin's weird timer has been removed. Much easier to activate now.

Over-Under now does bonus damage to Woven Mail, combatant shields, and the overshields provided from Dark Cabal and Lucent Moths. Still not a good perk.

Under Pressure. Too good on Fusions. 25% nerf to accuracy scalar.

Shoot-To-Loot works with explosive rounds now.

Bug fixes to Valiant Charge, Ambush, and Explosive Light.

Chill Clip will now take 3 shots to freeze. Slow stacks reduced from 60 to 40. Big nerf. RIPtide amirite?

CRAFTING ECONOMY CHANGES

They're essentially buffing how much weapon XP you get across the whole game. Neomuna red borders will be easier to farm.

And that's about it as far as what you need to know. Some very very nice changes in there. Very excited about seeing two Exotic Scouts getting substantial buffs. Range rework seems like a net positive change. I suspect Scouts may be more useful now that their ranges just got a lot more rigid. I hope the Hand Cannon buff feels substantial. I've been itching to use them in PvE again for a long time. The insight on PvP usage was very interesting to see. I love this kind of stuff but it can seem a little dense in places. Hope this helps!

#destiny #destiny 2 #lightfall #destiny weapons #bungie #scout rifle enthusiast club #text post #destiny guides #twid #twab #dev insight #game development

[smallestapplin]

(So this is the request for Emmet finding Ingos sweet little shiny hybrid Lopunny, I’m not to sure how good this’ll be but I’ll be attempting a lead in post to set the general mood Emmet is in about the situation before he finds the female insert which I hope to see how you write the actual interactions!)

(For the actual request some focus on size kink, a bit of fear play and then jealous boys mixed with a very protective Ingo would be great! As a reminder reader has no idea Ingo has a twin the same as Emmet didn’t know Ingo got himself a mate. Sooooo reader gets a nice big surprise well Emmet gets to be furious his brother managed to hide you from him long enough to court and pair bond with you without any competition.)

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This had been bullshit, a few months worth actual and Emmet had actual hit his limit for how much he was will to deal with his twins strange behavior.

Admittedly, it was nothing major at first. Just Ingo returning to the den with something different then he smelled like and well he had ignored Emmet’s questions of what that smell was after enough questioning he got a half lie of.

‘I caught a Lopunny, to small though so let it go.’

Emmet knew that was a lie only because despite his brother astounding poker face Emmet could still read his twin like an open book.

But why lie? That was what was tripping the younger twin up now. Did he have a pet? Was there a human trainer with a Lopunny that was strong enough somehow to force Ingo to let them camp or have passage? Or maybe…

It made him think, which made Ingo nervous as his tail had dusted the ground and he continuously told Emmet to drop it, it was nothing and to Emmet’s surprise after Ingo stopped returning to the den with that scent.

His hair was always wet though…

Things started to grow tense after Emmet decided to take lead and go scout the problem areas of their territory, Ingo had been doing it for a few months now and he’d like to check it out himself. Only to get shot down, rather roughly by the other, there was a lot of bickering about it and by the end Emmet ended up with the left half of the territory from boarder to middle to scout well Ingo had the right from boarder to middle.

He didn’t approve.

Later he tried again to mix things up with scouting and every time he was shot down and he’d noticed over time it was a very specifically area Ingo didn’t want him.

It started to piss him off, it was starting to feel like this piece wasn’t their territory anymore but Ingo’s alone and the white eared hybrid didn’t much care for it.

Surprisingly he did attempt to stay civil with his twin, first he offered to go with him but when that was shot down he said he would go on alone then. That had been the first time in years the two had nearly gotten into a physical altercation but it settled with words just before.

Emmet was going to find what Ingo was hiding from him.

So he kept quiet, stayed in his brothers sight allllllll day so the older twin would let his guard down and then very very early the next day he went to the small patch of land his brother was guarding so fiercely.

Actually wasn’t so hard to find, the place just stunk of his brother like he’d over scented the area defensively, not uncommon after chasing another hybrid out but-

And then he saw you, waking up early with the sun, small and soft looking with long brown hair that almost matched the brown of your ears before they ended in bright cotton candy pink tufts.

You had all the markings of Lopunny hybrid and the behaviors too if that little barrow you crawled out of was anything to go by.

You stood in the early sun, far to care free for what you where as you closed your eyes out in the open and enjoyed a few sunbeams, you wore nothing but a green nightgown with a large neck that hung over your shoulder and exposed a bit more then a more traditional outfit would allow as it barely reached past mid thigh.

So, Emmet could think to himself as he caught the scent of something mellow, sweet, and Earthy. This was the little Lopunny his brother had ‘released’ for being to small.

His smile would nearly split his face, must have been some close call with that ‘bite' on your shoulder though.

Bitty

FINALLY! IVE GOTTEN TO IT!

This took me so long, solely cause I kept reading what you wrote and it kept tripping me up😭 HOPEFULLY this is to your liking.

I tried

🔞18+Only!🔞 no boning, just thoughts.🔞

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Emmet wasn’t sure what’s been going on with his brother, but know he’s positive he knows.

It’s you.

You are what’s been going on.

You’re cute, he’ll give you that.

What could his brother, a Zoroark hybrid, an alpha one at that, want with such a tiny bunny?

You barely come up to their stomachs!

Those bright pink ears of yours are a dead give away! You’re so easy to spot.

A growl nearly escapes him.

Emmet can’t believe this.

All this time, Ingo has been sneaking behind his back, stopping him from checking this area.

All because of you.

He’s hurt his brother doesn’t trust him enough, to tell Emmet he found a mate.

He doesn’t fail to notice how you tense, you know he’s here, don’t you?

You stand still, the air feels tense, like you’re being watched by something that’s not happy about you being here.

It can’t be Ingo, he always greets you so warmly, tail wagging before kneeling to your height.

This feels different.

This feels dangerous.

You rest a hand on the bond mark Ingo gave you, hoping for some comfort.

Slowly looking around you, trying to find an exit or hiding spot.

You den won’t work, the opening is big enough for Ingo to squeeze in, and being an alpha Zoroark hybrid, he’s quite large.

You quickly think of any small holes to hide in.

You look over your shoulder and see him.

Your wide eyes locking with familiar yet distance silver ones.

You were shocked at how familiar he looks, yet so different.

Where there was fur, it was grey, white, and red.

Not the black and red you were use to.

But he was just as large.

His smile was almost akin to a snarl.

You barely had time to blink before he was sprinting to you.

A shriek escapes you, before your running. Just barely dodging his hand. Your heart nearly stops at the livid roar he gives, but you don’t slow down.

Emmet can’t believe it! Al this time you had been right under his nose, and Ingo lying to him!

You’re smart, he’ll give you that. You duck and roll under smaller spaces, and under tree branches. You don’t turn when you hear a branch smack him, his snarl told you enough.

You don’t know who this asshole is, but you know Ingo will show up soon, if you can’t get away you know he’ll take care of it.

“Get back here!”

You refuse to stop.

Your night shirt getting a few new holes was worth it, if it meant you got to live another day.

You make a big circle, looping back around to your den. Hoping to find your mate.

You yelp as you’re tackled to the ground, though you’re surprised you don’t touch the ground. The strange man has you wrapped safely in his arms, making sure you aren’t hurt.

“I.” His face is beside yours, panting heavily.

“Am Emmet.”

with each harsh intake and exhale of air, his chest presses against your back.

“Is..is that it?” You can’t help but be confused.

“And you, are my brother’s mate…yes?”

“Brother?”

You two stare at each other from the corners of your eyes.

You look back to your den, then back to him.

“This is…uh, awkward. Would you like to come into my den for some tea?”

Your floppy ears twitch, as you look up at him.

You can hear his tail thumping against the ground.

“That would be nice.”

Emmet gets off of you, helping you stand. He’s nearly taken aback at the height difference of you two.

Sure, he knows he and his brother have the alpha gene and you don’t, but not even an alpha gene could help you.

You’re so tiny compared to him, like a little toy.

He follows you to your den, relishing in your apologetic chuckle about him having to squeeze in.

His brother’s scent is all over your den, you even have some of the older twin’s shirts.

Ingo must’ve helped must’ve helped you make your den just big enough to fit him. He sat awkwardly at your couch of furs.

He internally scowls, knowing his brother made this for you.

“So Emmet, right?”

His ears peek up.

“I am Emmet, yes.”

You nod as you make tea, telling him your name while you wait for the water to boil.

“I’d ask how you’d know Ingo, but looking at you it’s kind of obvious.” You smile at him, sitting on the furthest part of the couch.

“We are twins. We don’t…we usually don’t hide things.”

While his voice didn’t convey his emotions, his face sure did.

He looked so hurt, that he was surprised his brother hid such a thing from him.

Not only did his brother court you, he mated you, and bonded you! And didn’t tell him anything!

“I’m sorry.”

Emmet looks down at you with watery eyes.

“I don’t know what to say, Ingo never told me he had a brother-“

“He WHAT!?”

You jump in shock, his voice raising as his ears perk up towards you.

Your own floppy ears twisting back.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you!”

Emmet stares at you for a moment before trying to calm down.

You’re likely only use to Ingo, and seeing a strange hybrid that would usually kill you, get upset or angry, must’ve been nerve wracking for such a small thing.

You move a little closer, hoping to show you know he’s just upset by his brother’s actions. Only getting up to get the tea, he laughs at the cup you give him.

“Let me guess.”

“Yes, it’s Ingo’s, I only have a few just meant for him.”

He thanks you for the tea, before you two sit in silence, unsure of what to do or say.

“So when did you and my brother meet? Or the courting?”

You look at him for a moment before answering.

“He started coming by last year before trying to court me. You should’ve seen him, he brought me a sawsbuck to romance me, before realizing at my horror, that that’s not the way to go!”

Your laugh lightens the mood.

Looking down at you, watching you cover your mouth as your laugh slows to a chuckle.

Emmet realizes why Ingo hide you from him.

Emmet knows then and there he would’ve fought tooth and nail, to court you. Strange, isn’t it? Such a small little bunny, and the big bad wolf, as cheesy as it is.

Emmet chuckles silently to himself.

You two fall silent at the sound of footsteps getting closer, looking towards the entrance, seeing a panicked Ingo.

Only for his face pale at the sight of Emmet.

The older twin can feel himself sweating, he wasn’t suppose to be here! He wasn’t suppose to know of you! At least not yet.

You both don’t look too pleased with him either.

He knows he’s in the wrong, hiding his mate from his brother, but they are both Zoroark hybrids! He didn’t know how his hunting crazy brother would react.

“What are you doing here?”

Though he knew why.

Emmet sneers at his twin, but not before grabbing you and hugging you close to him.

“I’m just having a verrry lovely time with your mate! You know, the one you never introduced me to.”

You let out a squeak, though it’s muffled in Emmet’s chest.

The younger twin doesn’t want to admit it, but you fit perfectly in his lap.

Ingo can tell, and can’t help the low growl that leaves his throat.

“Your mate has been nothing but sweet.” The younger twin looks down at you, as you’re pressed flush against his chest.

He can feel his heart beat speeding up.

You’re so small, and nothing but sweet.

And when you look up at him, with those big doe eyes.

He’s made his choice.

He looks back to Ingo with a wide grin.

But you speak up, once you freed your face from Emmet’s chest.

“Ingo.”

It hurt to see his eyes droop and tail between his legs. He knows you’re upset with him, and for good reason, but it doesn’t make it hurt any less.

“I’m upset you didn’t tell me about your brother sooner, even just a mention or heads up would’ve been nice.”

You wanted to tear Ingo a new one, but you’ll do that in private so you can truly give him a piece of your mind.

“I’m sorry, dear. I know I should’ve told you sooner, I hope you can forgive me.”

He makes it hard to stay mad.

You try to get out of Emmet’s hold, only for his arms to tighten around you.

Your yelp has Ingo growling, low and threatening at his brother.

“It’s not fair you got to court such a cute mate!” The younger twins white tail wags, thumping against the furs below him.

“And with these pretty pink ears, it’s amazing I never found them. I could’ve had such a sweet mate all to myself.”

Emmet’s grin turns smug as he glances at his brother.

Ingo is furious at his twin’s words.

“Outside! Now!”

Emmet simply chuckles and places you down.

“I’ll be riiiight back for you, cutie.”

You try to follow them out, but Ingo stops you.

“I want you to stay in here, for your safety.”

“But Ingo I-“

“My sweet mate, I adore you, but this is going to get ugly and I don’t want you to hear me like this.”

His pleading silver eyes stare at you, silently begging you to listen.

And you relent, you grab his hand and kiss the back of it.

“Okay.”

“Thank you.”

The two bend down and wiggle out of your den, walking a little ways away so you’ll hear them less.

“You have such a cute mate, Ingo.”

The older twin says nothing as they walk, but his black fox ears tell his twin he’s listening.

“So small too! And sweet! We share everything, yet you hid such a pretty bunny from me.”

Ingo scowls, side eyeing his brother. Only stoping once he deemed it far enough away from your den.

“Where are you going with this?”

The flowy fox hybrid smiles.

“With how sweet they are, I can see why you’d bond with them. But my question is, how willing are you to share?”

He’s right, they have shared everything.

And since they are just a pack of two, it just makes sense.

“You aren’t telling me all of what you’re thinking, so spill it.”

He crosses his arms, glaring at his twin.

Who only smiles back.

“I want to be their mate too, I want to bond with them, and mark them. You’ve had them to yourself this whooole time! I want a turn to kno-“

“DO NOT.”

They stare at each other, glaring daggers at the other.

“I want to mate them and to be their mate.”

“I AM their mate.” His frown deepens at his brother’s words.

“I am Emmet. I like winning more than anything. I will win their favor.”

“I will choose the next destination based on your talent.”

They didn’t hesitate to rush each other.

The results of this fight will determine if they ask you.

But Ingo is determined to prove himself worthy to be your mate.

#smut #spicy #🔞🔞🔞 #pokemon hybrid au #pokemon smut #pokemon x reader smut #pokemon submas smut #pokemon submas x reader smut #pokemon ingo smut #pokemon ingo x reader smut #pokemon emmet x reader smut #pokemon emmet smut #spicy stuff🔥 #submas ingo smut #submas ingo x reader smut #submas emmet x reader smut #submas emmet smut #poly

[gravitytrips]

Scout and Soldier are besties I swear

Scout and Soldier were fighting again. It was playful and fun until Soldier said something he shouldn’t have. 

“And your brothers should have just left you in the streets you ninny!”

The fight immediately stopped. Soldier instantly recognized his mistake, clapping both hands over his mouth. Scout froze, standing rigid.

Soldier tried to remedy his mistake.

“I’m sorry Scout I didn’t mean to say that. I swear on Colonel Scratch’s life that I didn’t mean for those words to leave my brain.”

Scout didn’t respond. He didn’t speak. He simply turned on his heels and ran. 

He ran through the kitchen, across the living room, and out the door.

He kept running.

Down the road.

Through town.

Out into the desert.

After running far enough into the sandy wasteland that the town was no longer in sight, Scout collapsed to the dusty earth, sobbing.

The memory of his brothers beating him to a bloody pulp and leaving him in an alleyway to die pulled through his brain, pushing tears out of his eyes.

Scout cried through the night, only stopping when the emotions had exhausted him too much to stay awake. So there he slept, under the gray morning sky.

Scout awoke several hours later, the sun beating down on him. His skin was burnt and peeling. His lips were cracked and dry. It was midday. He had been played out for hours. Vultures circled above.

Scout stood, taking in his surroundings. Teufort was nowhere in sight.

“Aw crap”

Even for how weak Scout’s radiation-poisoned brain was, he could recognize that this situation was extremely dangerous.

He turned around a few times. His footprints from the previous night had been blown away by the desert wind.

So, he used the outline of his body in the sand to guess what direction he came from and started walking. His mind fogged. His vision blurred. His steps became stumbles.

The team wanted to go after Scout immediately, but after hearing what happened, they all decided that the boy needed some time alone. 

What a mistake.

The next day, when they all awoke and there was no sign of Scout, panic began to set in. The Heavy, who had stayed up all night to wait for Scout was the most concerned. 

They gathered supplies and set out to search for him.

About a mile into the desert they found him, collapsed in a small patch of cacti. He was unconscious. Severely sunburned. Dangerously dehydrated. And had several cactus thorns stuck in his skin. 

Scout was barely breathing. There wasn’t enough time to carry him all the way back to base, so Medic quickly began ordering the group around so that he could keep Scout from dying.

When Scout had been moved to the shade of a nearby stone face, Medic began attempting to revive him. He pulled the thorns out of Scout’s chest, face, and arms and performed CPR. 

Scout gasped loudly as his senses suddenly returned to him. Once his eyes focused, he recognized the face of Medic, who was right next to him. Worry etched the doctor’s features. Medic sat Scout up and brought a small cup of cool water to his lips. Scout would have taken the cup and drank it all in one gulp, only there were two problems. One was that Medic was telling him to drink slowly (and who had the balls to ago against what Medic commands?), and two was that Scout’s arms didn’t seem to work. So, Scout was stuck drinking the water at the pace that Medic tilted the cup at. 

He suddenly tasted iron. Then, Scout realized that the water was hurting his cracked lips.

Once the cup was finished, the rim was lined with Scout’s blood.

The boy licked his lips. 

Suddenly, a large figure appeared next to him. Heavy. 

Scout barely heard Medic telling Heavy to pick Scout up so they could take him back to base. 

In Scout’s mind, he was seven years old again, beaten senseless in an alleyway, helpless to save himself. He didn’t know how he managed to survive. There had been no one to save him then. 

He was so happy that there were people he could rely on now

@aerowolf

#Fanfic #Back on the Scout angst train

[tf2yall]

Mercs hygiene habits?

Sorry this took so long 💔 here u go!!!

Scout

Ok based on general vibes, im pretty sure scout would think deodorant was a fancy roll up kind of candy. But on the other hand i think his ma raised him right and he cleans himself regularly

Always takes very quick showers as he hates standing still for too long. (And he's just used to having to be fast as he grew up in a house full of too many people for one bathroom) Would probably use regular body wash as shampoo.

Brushes his teeth once a day before bed.

All in all, most of the time he just smells like a teenage boy. It's not incredibly intense, but it is definitely there

Soldier

His hygiene routine is very military-like

Ice cold showers that are precisely two minutes long. Beard and hair always cropped down to the skin. Unscented bar soaps.

That being said, once he starts dating Zhanna, she occasionally throws perfume or something at him to get him to stop smelling quite so much like sweat and blood

Soldier discovers that he quite likes perfume. And if anyone says anything about it, he's kicking their ass straight to the moon. (Which he doesn't actually believe exists, but thats a different matter entirely. He has a whole conspiracy theory about it)

Pyro

Nobody really knows what Pyro's hygiene care is like. They always kick everyone else out of the bathroom whenever they want to use it

Prefers baths over showers and got Engineer to install a tub for them. The water is always ridiculously hot and if anyone were to come in they wouldn't even be able to see Pyro behind all that steam

Pyro smells nice. Not that anyone else would ever be able to tell beneath their suit, but they know and they're happy :3

Is definitely the reason why Spy's fancy soaps keep going missing

Heavy

Y'know those like scrubby brushes on sticks you see people using in cartoons? For some reason I see him having one of those.

Smells neutrally nice. Like, he smells nice but he also doesn't smell like anything?? Occasionally has a tendency to smell almost medicinal because of all the time he spends with Medic.

Brushes his teeth but doesn’t floss. He also won't start because Medic annoyed him too much about it and now it's a principle thing.

He can grow hair, but he likes it shaved because it's easier to look after.

Demo

Pretty good at taking care of himself. He washes his hands a lot so he doesn't accidentally end up mixing chemicals or getting them on food or something

Has a rubber ducky. Someone (Scout) scribbled a little eye patch on it and Demo is careful to touch it up every time it starts to wash off

Even though he takes a shower after work every day, he pretty much always smells like alcohol and gunpowder. It's not entirely pleasant but I also don't think he knows so don't tell him. You'll hurt his feelings :(

Takes very good care of his teeth because he didn’t when he was younger and now is utterly terrified of losing them.

Engineer

Okay, I don't know if you've ever smelled a mechanic, but he smells like a mechanic. Basically engine oil and dirt and grease and steel. But like. In a good way.

His hygiene habits are shit. Everyone thinks he's got it together, but in reality he's just the best of the mercs at acting normal. Sometimes he'll get too involved in projects and stay up all night and then you'll catch him hurridly washing up in the sink ten minutes before he's due on the battlefield.

He can't grow hair on his head and he's actually really self-conscious about it. He keeps trying out new methods of encouraging hair growth and trying to invent some himself. Spy knows about all of these attempts and is waiting for the perfect opportunity to blackmail him with it.

For some reason I see him as an ice cold shower kind of guy.

Medic

Obsessively clean in some ways and very nonchalant in others. Won't bat an eye if there's blood all over his shirt but will scream at someone for twenty minutes if they track mud inside.

Like Pyro, he prefers baths to showers, although he doesn't have them quite so hot. Usually bathes with Archimedes in the room because he throws a fit if Medic doesn't let him in. He also occasionally has long drawn out conversations with Demo's rubber ducky.

Has no qualms about nudity and if he has a good idea in the middle of a shower he can and will run off to act on it without even bothering to grab a pair of pants.

Smells like a hospital except when he's JUST come out of the bath. His body wash smells of roses and his shampoo smells generically nice.

Sniper

Smells like urine

Gonna be honest here, Sniper the feral beast man rarely showers. He'll do it if he wants to make a good impression or something, but mostly he just rinses himself off with a rag and a bucket.

His hair is greasy as all shit because he doesn't wash it. He just rinses it and calls it a day.

I have nothing nice to say about Sniper's hygiene habits. I love him, but he very stinky

Spy

A fucking diva. Has a daily skin care routine, uses bath salts, has special conditioner so that his hair doesn't get all weird because it's under his mask all the time.

Has a private bathroom. What, you think he's going to use the same bathroom as those lunatics? Absolutely not and he's disgusted that you'd think so.

Has fancy plush towels that he bought somewhere in Europe and he will stab you if you try and take them.

Smells of expensive cologne.

#tf2 headcanons #demo #heavy #medic #pyro #scout #spy #sniper #engineer #soldier

[melissa-kenobi]

O'Driscoll

[Arthur Morgan x Reader]

Only just narrowly escaping the O'Driscolls, the trio raced away from the centre, heading west to avoid bringing any trouble to camp. Finally having cleared their tail of anyone following then, John turned on the former O'Driscoll amongst them.

"You led them to us, didn't ya?" John growled, hand hovering over his revolver as he watched you jump off your horse. "You're still one of them and ya always will be!"

"Come off it Marston, I was with the two of yous the entire time!" You replied, hissing back at John, which only seemed to fuel his anger.

"Sure ya were, I seen you head to the bar, talking to them men! You told 'em our plan so they could ambush us at the right time!" John argued, puffing his chest out in anger. "I knew you weren't to be trusted!"

"Goddammit Marston!! Why are ya always doubtin' me?" You replied back angrily. "I was talking to them about another lead, there's a stagecoach heading up north with ton of money! I was planning to take three or four of us to scout ahead."

"Course ya were. More like yo-" John was cut off by Arthur who had finally had enough of your bickering.

"Would ya both shut up?" Arthur had finally heard enough. Moving himself to stand in-between as he looked at the two of you.

"C'mon Arthur, you ain't that naive to think she ain't still with 'em?" John laughed, watching you. Arthur glanced at John with anger on his face from his position between the two of you. Almost an anchor between his two family choices, one hand his brother and the other, his lover.

"You best watch your mouth boy, she saved our lives goddammit." Arthur replied, mind conflicted. "She saved both our asses!"

"How'd you know Colm didn't tell her to do that?" John turned to you. "Did he also tell ya to sleep with him? To be a spy for your gang?"

Arthur watched as you took a sudden step back, eyes blinking back tears as your hand trembling besides you. "No- I-i never- Arthur-

"What's your relationship with her huh? Is she a good lay, is that it?" John snarled out, angered that his brother had fallen for an O'Driscoll. Growling in anger you rushed towards John, hurling your fist at his face and punching him straight in the nose. Arthur quickly rushed at you, holding you back in his arms, one hand holding the back of your head while the other on your cheek.

"Hey! Hey, calm down darlin', he ain't-, he's baiting ya, don't let him!" Arthur spoke gently, cradling your face in his palms, making you look at him.

"Shit! You no good lying O'Driscoll whore!" John hissed, clutching his nose in pain. "Can't you see Arthur, she tried t'kill me!"

"Marston, I swear-

"Ya don't really believe she ain't an O'Driscoll anymore do ya?" John huffed in disbelief, wiping the blood away from his nose. "You've really got him wrapped around your finger. I jus' hope you realise who your loyalties should been with once she betrays ya."

The two of you watch as John storms off, getting on his horse and riding off into the distance. The sun setting lowly as it cast a shine on Arthur's face. He closed his eyes gently as he pressed his forehead against yours. "Y/N, darlin'-"

Gently throwing Arthur's hands off your face you stepped back, shaking your head, shakily breathing out your words. "I- I can't do this no more Arthur."

"Sweetheart-

"No. I jus' need some time. Please."

"Lemme take yo-

"Alone. Please Arthur." You sigh sadly as you walk away, getting on your horse ready to go. "I love you Arthur, more than anything, don't doubt that ever."

Arthur's mind raced with thoughts, he was conflicted. Should he go after his brother, or his lover? John had been with him since he was a mere boy, they'd practically grown up together as brothers. Arthur considered him his brother, John was his family. But you. You'd helped him when he was going through a tough patch, despite knowing he was part of your rival gang. Why would you have helped him? And his feelings for you, they were way past the point of friendship.

Making his choice was simple. Far simpler than anything he had ever jad to choose from before. He ran after you, calling your name before you came to a stop, knowing you could never run from him. "Arthur-

"How can I make this right? I- I don't- I love you and I don't want ya to leave." Arthur pleaded.

"I don't know- I don't. I can't make John, Dutch or your family not hate me and I don't want you to choose between either of us. I won't let you. I just- I just want you." You whispered, eyes downcast as you hid a small tear from him. "I've only ever needed you."

"I'm yours darlin', always have been since you tossed me those pistols." Arthur smiled, the memory flashing through his mind like it was yesterday. Arthur watched as your face turned up into a smile, grasping his hand in yours. "I can't make my family not hate ya, but I can try to ease that. It won't be easy but I can't do this without ya. I can't force them to trust you, but for what it's worth I do, 'n I hope it's enough. I know I ain't a good ma-"

Dropping off you horse you pulled Arthur into a hug, your lips kissing his cheek. "I know. I ain't a good woman either by no means, done a lotta bad things that I regret, and I'm tryna do good. But I got you now and if you'll have me that's all I need."

Nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck, Arthur pulled back pressing his forehead against yours, eyes searching for any doubt only to be met with pure adoration. "Always sweetheart."

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