#ooc: anyways smiles big and evil

[ask-the-scapegoat]

* dunks bucket of ""water"" on you *

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[chococoveredsmores]

miguel as pseudo big brother to a reader kinda similar to miles? i was thinking abt that one scene in the first movie when sp//dr broke down and noir carried peni n started feening for platonic miguel 🥹🥹

MIGUEL O'HARA as a big brother figure

yes sorry kinda evil gif choice. anyway listen it is literally my second day on the job so i'm so sorry if miguel is ooc in Any way

despite being such a stoic on the outside, miguel would lowkey have a soft spot for you. he is a big man with a big wall but damn are you so good at climbing over that damn wall

think those tiktoks of how miguel would have a soft spot for mayday and like burst into tears at her sight but he hides it for you bcus he needs to act Cool™ around the team.

he wouldn't outwardly show affection through physical touch or anything, but the GESTURES !! OH THE GESTURES !!

his love languages are definitely gift giving and acts of service!!

also he struggles in communicating his appreciation for you directly but you can definitely see it through the small acts he does for you everyday, like taking the time to check on your mental state every other day (he's trying his best okay).

if he's passing by the cafeteria to get an empanada or something as a snack, he's also buying a whole meal for you whether you like it or not. if you already had lunch he does Not care and you will take it.

he definitely does push you harder, but only because he knows you're capable of so much.

As you run your errands in spider-society, somehow balancing your bio homework that was due the next hour along with the numerous tasks assigned against the multiversal anomalies popping up everywhere. Overwhelmed was an understatement for how you were feeling—that's when a notif popped up on your watch, summoning you to Miguel's spidercave (whatever they call it). "What is it this time?" You say begrudgingly, a little pissed off that your own damn boss summoned you while you were so busy. "Have you forgotten about your own task report? The one issued around a week ago?" Miguel doesn't even face you properly, face obstructed by his countless computer screens. Well, looks like this isn't even worth his damn time.

Sighing, you shuffle through your backpack, past the textbooks and random pens and trinkets before finding a crumpled sheet of paper that you pass to him. "...And can you tell me exactly what this means?" Miguel attempts to smoothen out the report to not much avail, and your unintelligible writing is... something for sure. "Well, so ya see—" What would've been your explanation was cut off by a loud rumble, originating from your stomach. GLRLGLRGLRLGLRGLRLGLR. "..."

"......."

After what could've been the most awkward silence in your life, Miguel finally breaks the ice with a question you didn't really have an answer to.

"When was the last time you've eaten?" "Um..." —Your stomach threatened to roar again— "Like, yesterday night..." "And do you know what time it is?" "....4 in the afternoon? "Ay, coño..." Miguel mutters to himself, as he presses two fingers to his forehead in disappointment.

"No, listen, it's just that I couldn't really eat because I had this biology thing that I had to finish today and I'm not really done with it yet and I hate bio and our teacher sucks and the anomalies too and—" "Okay, okay! I get it!" Your frantic attempts to defend yourself are then abruptly interrupted by the toss of a still-warm empanada container, along with a bottle of water stuck to it via spiderweb. Your eyes immediately brighten up at the sight of food, and your muscles tug into a smile at the man you were so fiercely defending yourself against two seconds ago. "Thank you, thank you!" When the hell did he get that and why save it for me? "Yeah, yeah. Just leave." Miguel spat out, a twinge of embarrassment showing through his features. As you waltz out the room, merienda* in hand, he watches you, not noticing the slight smile forming in his lips.

*merienda is like a snack you eat midway through the afternoon! since its 4pm i thought that was much more fitting than like dinner or something

shoutout to vyn (@prinzevyn) for the help w miguel's character!! unfortunately not awake to beta read aaaAaahhh......

[simplyvyn]

LOVE AT FIRST AND LAST SIGHT. (N. Seishiro)

001: Stormy Brew

Warnings (for this chapter only!): ooc nagi

Its raining? Awh, how irresponsible of you to not bring an umbrella! But fearnot! Your little bf is here to help you!

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It was, of course, just another normal day for you since last week on Friday. You and Nagi's little fake date. And it is Monday again. As soon as you went into the classroom all your friends rushed over to you.

To talk about the date.

"You had a date with Nagi?"

"Did you two kiss?"

"Is he still nonchalant?"

All the questions filled your head and you couldn't even answer any of them cause after one question, another is added! "Hey wait slow down! Yes i did!" As you put your hands up to surrender. "O. M. G. You need to tell us everything!" Your friend squealed. "Is it that big of a deal?" And they all shouted yes as you explain the whole story.

You just finished explaining until your adviser said for everyone to sit down, so all your friends went back to their seat. As you did, you couldn't help but notice Nagi staring at you, with his head atop of his hand. Had he been staring the whole time? Class started, class ended normally and everything just went normal.

Well its recess now and you just stayed at the classroom. You had your own food anyways and you had your little friends to be with you to talk to! While Nagi is with Reo, at the cafeteria talking about you.

"Say that again?" Reo asked.

Nagi looked down at his phone, at some point he couldn't even focus on his game match properly even just by talking about you. "I said.. i think i like her. Like, like like her." Nagi said as he looks at his screen. MATCH OVER. On the screen as he sighs putting down his phone on the table, and raised his hand to put his head atop of it. "Wait, wait, wait wait- Nagi. The Nagi. The Nagi Seishiro. LIKES SOMEONE? and its-" Reo just realized how loud he is talking right now and put his hand on his mouth. There was a lot of people in the cafeteria, most of them that are near to those two, stared at him.

"Liking someone is such a hassle." Nagi said as he buried his face to his arms on the table. "Well, what are you gonna do about it?" Reo asked. "About what?"

"Are you serious? Are you not gonna do or plan anything on confessing to her? Or at least making her fall for you?" Reo knows its easy to fall for someone like Nagi, but to continue it is harder. Reo is not even sure if you're gonna last long with Nagi.

"What happened anyways? How did you like her? What did she do to catch your attention?" That is the question. What did you do? You really didn't do anything. Was it because of your smile? Your pink cheeks? Your hair? Well that sounds a bit.. petty of Nagi, liking you for your looks, but maybe that was the reason. You just seemed so perfect for him. Like as if you're his type. But Nagi Seishiro doesn't have a type. It's a hassle. But maybe you changed his mind.

"Everything."

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"Do you not know how to give context?" Reo, emphasizing the last word. "Explaining is too tiring." Nagi replied. "But.."

First off, of coursed what made him look at you. Your laugh. It wasnt so cute and bubbly but it wasnt so evil and mushy also. It seemed, calm. Like hearing smooth jazz music on your right ear and rock hard music on your left ear. Does that sound weird? Well not for Nagi. Second of all, when he did look at you. He saw that beautiful eyes of yours. Its like going through a portal of colors. The rainbow. The skies and the seas. It was perfect. Third, your pink cheeks. It sounds all cheesy but when you noticed him looking at you, your cheeks turned all pink and it seems too cute to ignore. Nagi can't believe someone like you can get easily blushed with just a look. Then fourth, your humor, or overall how you talk. You know how to fix your tone in certain times. Like when you guys played on the arcade, it was a tone of joy and laughter, overall just giggly, joy and bubbly. But when you two ate dinner it was calm, collected. You didn't want too much attention to the both of you so you two weren't loud. There was one last tone though. When you both we're at the train station. He couldn't really understand your tone but it seems all giddy and.. he doesnt know. Hr cant even explain it. It was just something as if you're suprised on getting 10 million dollars as a donation when your homeless. And lastly, your kindness. He doesnt know if your only kind to him- well he can be selfish sometimes but, wow. He hasn't met anyone that knows their limits. You know how to talk on how special or not-special the people your talking to are. You have respect. Well not only to special people but also to the ones that are your level. Normal.

"Thats why." Nagi said, finishing his whole thoughts. And beside him, his friend, Reos jaw was dropped. "So this is what the Nagi Seishiro is inlove like.. its scary." Until the bell rang and the friends went to their classrooms.

Class just went normally as everyday is until, your second-to-the-last class. It rained. And not just some normal drip rain, it was pouring rain. And you didn't have any umbrella, but its nothing you can't handle. You still have the bus to take anyways.

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Well guess what! Happy new year, cause oh my gosh. When your second-to-the-last class ended, Ohoh! A notification came up saying the bus station is closed because of the hard pouring rain! Ha ha! What a great day to still be alive! And it didn't even stop. It was your last class, and there was even thunders and lightnings. And outside the window, there was even wind whooshing, you can see the trees moving, but it wasnt too, strong. For now. By the end of the class, you were even starting to think to sleep at the school because no way can you go back to your apartment with limited money your carrying right now cause you thought you can take the bus! Great.

Well, school ended and you bid your goodbyes to your friends and now your standing stupidly in front of the school gates. But you weren't actually out, you're under a roof, shielding yourself from the pouring rain as you sighed. You should've asked your friends if you can go with them but you were just too shy earlier. And now, you can't even call anyone right now. Your phone is dead..

You sighed, as you turned around to the school, thinking about where you should sleep. But will you look at that, as soon as you looked up, its your little boyfriend, Nagi! Your eyes widened.

"Nagi? What are you doing here? Its been an hour since school ended." You said

"Well, Reo had to leave me because his parents were sick worried about him from the pouring rain, i had to stay a bit longer because my game will end if i lost wifi. I was using the school wifi." Wow. Very.. you, Nagi. "What about you? What are you doing here?" He asked back

"Well, long story, short. I don't have an umbrella, the bus station is closed, i don't have enough money to taxi, and my phone is dead." You said ss you sigh looking down. And before you could think if he had an umbrella, he spoke. "How 'bout you come with me? I can take you home, and i have an umbrella." But your apartment is seriously far. Without that bus, it'll be way tiring for you and Nagi.

"I.. can't. My apartment is really far from here." As you chuckle nervously. You already knew damn well how lazy Nagi can be. And your not up to the task to even carry him.

"You.. can stay at my apartment." Nagi spoke.

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Did you hear that right? "Y-your apartment? Won't i be a disturb to anyone there? To you?" You didn't even expect he would give that offer at all. "Not really, i live alone anyways." You really didn't have any other choice so you accepted. The both of you went to the taxi station and somehow you both already got one. Of course, he paid. Again.

As Nagi entered the apartment, his apartment seemed, normal for someone like him. Few dirty dishes, some hoodies on the couch and some pillows on the floor.

"Looks like the rain doesn't plan on ending soon. You should sleep over here." Nagi said. "Wait, seriously? Its okay?" You ask and he nods. You heard his stomach growl as he sighed and look to the shelfs of the kitchen and see some pack of noodles.

"Do you want me to cook noodles? If thats fine of course." You spoke, and you see Nagi's eyes lit up as he nods rushingly. "I'm just gonna go chan-.." He cut himself off as he noticed that your still wearing your uniform, your arms are holding each of your arms as you hug them. You we're cold and even you didn't realize it. But you noticed him and you also just realized it. "Is one of my hoodies okay?" Huh? As you raise an eyebrow and tilt your head. "Are you okay with wearing one of my hoodies?"

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"HAH?! A-are you serious?- Sorry for shouting.. A spare shirt is fine. I think i have my PE uniform here- Oh. Only the bottoms are here.." Before you can even look up at him, he was already handing out you his hoodie. "Just take it. Its cold anyways. Imma go change." He said as you get his hoodie. NO WAY IS NAGI SEISHIRO GIVING YOU HIS HOODIE. "A-alright, i'll make some noodles for now." As you went to the kitchen.

You finished boiling the water as you pour them to the cup noodles. Nagi came out of his room and saw you on the kitchen and went to you. You noticed his presence and turned to him. "I just boiled the water. The noodles should soften soon." You said "Soo, uhm, wheres the bathroom?" You said as you nervously smiled and Nagi pointed to where it was and you went there and changed. You were still a bit shock that Nagi offered that you stay on his apartment and even let you borrow his hoodie.

Eventually, you got out of the bathroom and saw Nagi still standing there on the kitchen, watching the noodles patiently. You come up to him and check the noodles with some chopstick and it seemed like it has softened already.

You both went to the dining table and sat then chomping up your noodles. You've been hungry for a good while. But oh, there it is again, your curiosity. You still dont understand the whole You and Nagi thing, okay. So you ask him about again.

"Hey Nagi?" You called as he raised an eyebrow at you.

"Did you.. get your nintendo switch back?" You ask and he nods. "Then, why are we still like this?"

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"This time, Reo changed my password on most of my games. He left some but most of them are boring..This time we need to be together." Oohh, Didn't know Reo is strict. "Do you.. still need my help?" You ask and he nodded. Alright. You notice him not eating his food at all and looking at you. As if waiting for you to do something. "Aren't you gonna eat your food, Na-"

"Nagi? Aren't you gonna give me a nickname?" He asked. What is bro on about. "Alright.. Shiro. Is that good?" He thought about it for a moment. You can see it and he nodded. "Soo, why aren't you eating, Shiro?" You ask and he just simply raised his hand and put his head atop of it. "Eating 's such a hassle.. Can you feed me?" You chuckle at how lazy he is, but you accept. You grabbed his chopsticks and got some noodles on his noodle cup and faced it to him. And he simply opened his mouth to eat it.

Sooner later, you finished your food faster than him. He was a slow muncher. So now, all you have to do is finish feeding him. "By the way, is it okay if i charge here? Don't worry i have a charger." And Nagi pointed where theres a nearby extension cord on the living room and you charged there. You went back to the dining table and saw his head was laying on his forearms and he seemed like he was waiting for you. When he saw you sit down, he already opened his mouth as you feed him.

You checked the time now. It was now 9:37 PM, Time goes by pretty fast. And you remembered you had homework to do. "Hey Shiro.. do you perhaps have a desk? I'll just finish my homework.." You spoke. "You can do it in the living room. Theres a coffee table there." You nodded and whispered a thanks, before going to the coffee table.

"Are you done with your homework?" And he simply just hummed "Wow, already?!" And he hummed again and yet here you are struggling with your own homework. How sad..

"Why? Do you need help?" And you look at him, and laugh hesitantly.

You both worked for hours and somehow, Nagi didn't seem as lazy as you see him before or how people describe him to be. But you have noticed him struggling to explain and groan about it but it was nice to see him make efforts.

Eventually, it was already 11:52 PM but at least you both finished, and you stood up happily from finishing your assignment. And you put your homework back at your bag.

"You can sleep in my bedroom. Dont worry, there's an extra mattress there. Do you want to sleep in my bed or the mattress?"

"The mattress is fine. Thats even more than just 'fine'." And he nodded. He prepared the mattress for you and even picked out some pillows and blanket.

"Thanks alot Shiro. Really, this was alot." And he nodded, sitting on his bed.

"Good Night, Seishiro." You said before sleeping.

"Good Night." He replied.

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After a while, he was still playing on his phone with his games and your already asleep on the mattress. He put his phone on his desk, and looked at you from below. Admiring you. As he did, he brushed a few strands of hair before sighing and going back to his own bed, turing off the lamps, goind under the blankets and sleep.

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[ashthemadwriter-archived]

Let's tease the BSD boys!

Fandom: Bungou stray dogs

Pairings: Dazai, Fyodor, Nikolai, Ranpo, Chuuya X Fem!Reader

Genre: Crack, Humor, Fluff

Format: Drabble

Warnings: Maybe a bit ooc? That's it ig

Word Count: 1.8K

A/n: Some of them deserve it and some of them don't but what can we do <3

↳Osamu Dazai

"Osamu! I got you a present!"

Your Boyfriend looked up at you from his book, face brightening up as he saw the big red box in your hands. You were clearly struggling to hold it up, so he assumed there was something big and heavy inside. Not that he cared about that though; he was always delighted by the gesture, then the present itself.

"Awww baby! You didn't have t- What the hell?!!"

You let out an innocent chuckle, raising the small puppy you took out of the box as you took a step closer to Dazai who was staring at the poor animal with pure disgust and panic in his widened eyes.

"Oh c'mon 'Samu! Look at him! Isn't he the cutest? Look at how fluffy he is! Wanna give this little guy a hug?" "No! I want you to get this- this evil beast out of here!"

"Beast? Oh c'mon don't be like that big guy! You've always wanted a dog haven't you? Isn't that why you always refer to Chuuya as your dog?" "No? I call him that because I hate dogs and I hate him!"

The sight of Dazai actually being terrified was something so rare and oh, so satisfying. You wish you were recording this and you knew that Kunikida would thank you later on for it.

The dog took his tongue out, causing the bandaged man to let out a snort out of nausea, taking steps rearward to be as distant as he could be with his eternal enemy. What he didn't expect was feeling the wall behind him as his back stuck to it, letting him know he had nowhere else to run to.

"Osamu? Don't you wanna hug him? I went all the way to the pet store to get him for you! You're breaking my heart acting like this! If you don't hug him yourself, then I guess I'll have no choice but to throw him on you" You shrugged your shoulders, trying to hide the smug look on your face; but it was hard because of your huge evil smile.

"Y/n?" "Yes?" "If you do that I'll scream"

Well, who wouldn't want to hear the great Osamu Dazai screaming?

↳Fyodor Dostoevsky

"Dos-kun Dos-kun! Look at what I found at the store!" Nikolai smiled as he placed the small toy mouse on the floor, pointing at it with both of his hands.

"Ta da! See? It's you! Even his skin has the same color as your hair!"

"Is that so?" Fyodor stared at the toy with a blank expression, then looked back to his co-worker with his eyebrows raised. "And how much did this thing cost you?"

"Doesn't matter! Was worse every penny! Look! It can move around too!"

Nikolai bent to wind the toy up, clapping his hands together with joy as it started roving around on the floor, making annoying noises.

"Look! Dos-kun is running away! Dos-kun is speeding up! Awww Dos-kun is moving toward Y/n-"

Bam!

A big hammer landed on the toy mouse, causing it to break apart, pieces scattering on the floor in front of your feet. Both men gasped at your sudden arrival, taken aback by what you just did.

"Wha-" "Oh I'm sorry! Was it yours Nikolai?" You smiled with fake shame as you placed a hand on your mouth. "Oops! Sorry! It's just that... I hate rats! I loath them so much! I can't stand any form of them, not even the artificial ones! I-"

Wizzzzz!

Bam! Bam!

You chuckled while pressing the hammer in your hand, making a gesture to look like a pro. "That should be enough to devastate it. Anyway~ Sorry for that Nikolai. I'll pay you its price though! Just send me the number!"

The men watched you walking away with widened eyes, and one of them put his hand on the other one's shoulder. "Dos-kun?" "...Yes?" "You should sleep with your eyes open at night"

↳Nikolai Gogol

"Kolya~? Where are you~?"

Nikolai's heart was filled with happiness when he heard your voice coming from behind. He turned around and opened his arms to greet you by giving you a tight hug, but immediately withdrew because it was dangerous, due to the scissor you were holding in your hand.

"Dove...? What is that thing doing in your hand?"

"Oh, this?" The innocent smile on your face was hard not to fall for, but somehow it made him feel terror instead of adoration. "I'm going to cut your hair for you! I just saw a video on youtube about haircuts, and one of them looked very nice in the end. I wish I could do it on my own hair, but I cant do it properly even with a mirror, and you have the nicest hair, So here I am!" You winked at him while moving the scissor in the air. "C'mon Kolya! Let's go to the bath room! Promise I'll be gentle~ Promise I'll make you look good in the end~ So, let me cut that pretty hair of yours!"

"Like... How long?" His expression had changed from cheerful to reserved, with hints of fear in his eyes; and this made you feel like you were on cloud nine, since you were the one who always got teased by him. "I'll cut it short baby, very short! Like any other guy's hair style these days! And I wanna keep your beautiful braid too! Maybe we can even sell it! I heard they pay well for fluffy long hair and make wigs out of them!"

"Is that so?" "Yes. That is it"

Nikolai smiled, took one last look at your hand holding the scissor, and then ran for his life.

"Hey- Nikolai where are you going! Come back! I wanna cut your hair!" "Get away from me you crazy woman! I won't ever let you touch my precious hair again!"

Of course he was, since he couldn't get a day without you running your fingers through his hair, but you didn't need to know that for now.

↳Ranpo Adogawa

You smiled at the sight of your boyfriend enjoying himself, tasting the tray full of macaroons you made for him. It made your heart drop at how he closed his eyes every time he took a bite from the pastry, licking his lips afterwards as he stuffed his hand with another one. You hadn't even tasted them, brought them to him to brighten his mood which was ruined due to not having any interesting cases to solve today. You knew he had a sweet tooth, and you knew just the perfect way to cheer him up.

"Do you like them?" You placed a hand under your chin and watched him picking another one, leaving just one last heart shaped macaroon on the tray.

"Mhm! They taste really good! Almost as good as the one I bought from the bakery last week!" "I'm glad you like them then"

He smiled endearingly back at you, which made you feel butterflies in your stomach. You were overwhelmed with how cute he looked at the moment, and how proud he was at his talented girlfriend. Maybe it was the reason why you became stupid enough to think you can have the last macaroon, as you reached to grab it.

Smash!

Suddenly both of you froze, him looking at his hand, and you looking at your hand which was decorated with his fingerprints, with your eyes widened.

He... just slapped your hand away?

After all you've done for him? Really? So he can't even give up on one stupid macaroon either?

Ungrateful little shit.

Looking around while sulking, you're eyes was suddenly met with the perfect person, and the perfect idea popped into your head.

"Fukuzawa-san! Please come here for a bit!"

Ranpo immediately saw through your evil plan and tried to snatch the macaroon from the tray, but it was too late; Fukuzawa was walking toward you, with his eyes fixated on the pastry.

Ranpo felt like he wanted to die.

"I made these macaroons and Ranpo enjoyed them so much! He was so impressed with my cooking skills that he suggested I should bring some to you! As you can see, he couldn't hold himself back from eating them, so there's just one left. But he really wants you to enjoy it as well because you were having a really busy schedule these days!"

Fukuzawa observed the macaroon before looking at the detective. "Is that true Ranpo?"

Well, how could he say no? When he looked so delighted by the lie fact that he cared about him?

"Yes... I... Yes..."

"Well then, I won't turn your offer down."

When he put the macaroon in his mouth, you could clearly see Ranpo's hands shaking. You watched the president going to his office after thanking you, and chuckled evilly.

"Yeah, that's what you get for treasuring sweets more than m- Oh my god Ranpo are you actually crying?"

Well he was going to, until you make him dozens of macaroons to make up for your evil doings.

↳Chuuya Nakahara

You stood in front of your boyfriend as you proudly presented the little wine bottles filled with roses. He knew that he was supposed to praise you, call you a genius with so much passion about art and shit, but he just couldn't. All he could care about was how the bottles were not carrying wine instead of those stupid flowers.

"Babe...?" "Yes honey?" "They look... really nice... but-" "I know right? We can put them in the balcony! I'm sure it would look amazing!" "Right... but... What happened to the wine?"

"What?" You looked at him pretending to be dumbfounded, feeling a teeny tiny bit guilty from how you were messing with him. The wine was all in a barrel hidden in the closet, and you could cheer him up by showing it to him afterwards; so why not have a little fun now?

"The wine, babe" He was trying hard, Really hard to keep his cool; and it was hard, Really hard. "The bottles were filled with wine before I head off to work. They- They were really old- they were expensive- They were- I- Where is the wine Y/n?"

"Oh the wine you mean? Well I had to empty the bottles to be able to use them, so..." "You threw them away?" He cut you off as he prayed to god the answer won't be yes, but...

"Yes baby. I threw them away to fill them with red roses. Intelligent, right?"

Yes. You were very intelligent, since you found the perfect way to give the strongest ability user a heart attack.

"I- You- What the- Why- I need a dri- No, I need a smoke" He gripped his cheek as he tried not to snap out, going to the bloody balcony as he left you with the satisfaction of being able to successfully prank him.

Reblogs are wildly appreciated! :)))

[chasingjill]

resident evil 4 remake - what each character would be doing on christmas headcanons !

ada wong

she wouldn't be too big on celebrating, although she would treat herself with the money she got from missions. she would buy herself new clothes (she's a fashion icon), jewellery, perfume, makeup etc.

if she felt like it, she might even send leon a little present, even if it's not much it's the thought that counts. it'd be a small token of her love to show she still thinks about him, since they rarely see eachother.

ashley graham

she would LOVE christmas and celebrating it, it's one of her favourite holidays if not her favourite. she would always make sure to have the decorations up, christmas music playing from her record player as soon as it's december 1st.

she would spend the day with her father, opening the gifts he bought her which she deeply appreciates. she'd even buy him gifts, wanting to show how much she appreciates him, especially after the incident of her being kidnapped.

since she's rich (obviously being the president's daughter and all), she would buy her friends big gifts, like a brand new phone. she would say she's sorry that she couldn't get much, despite it being more than most people can afford.

she would probably even make a little handmade gift for leon, wanting it to be made herself instead of something she bought as it's more meaningful that way.

albert wesker

i can't imagine him being much of a festive guy, he wouldn't really celebrate. he'd take the day to have a rest and break, lying in bed for most of the day (he's an old man okay leave him alone).

ingrid hunnigan

much like wesker, i feel she wouldn't celebrate as much, but she would spend time with her family if they wanted her to. when she got back though, she'd definitely rest and just lay in bed, thankful she doesn't have to deal with leon's jokes for a day.

leon scott kennedy

in re2 remake, he definitely loved christmas, it was his favourite holiday. but by re4 remake, he began to not have time for those things, working for the d.s.o and all. he would take the day off to finally have a break from it all, drinking alcohol and getting drunk most of the day (are we even surprised?).

if ada did send him a gift, he would do the same cute smile he done when she gave him the key for the jet ski. he hadn't had time to buy or make anything himself, he felt bad about it but knew she wouldn't mind anyway.

luis serra navarro

same as ashley, he would LOVE christmas. he would be singing all the popular christmas songs like last christmas, all i want for christmas is you, rockin' around the christmas tree etc. he would have all the decorations up, although it would make him a little sad sometimes he didn't have loved ones to share the christmas joy with anymore.

merchant

he would have the best sales on around christmas time, especially after because he knows people are gonna be spending all their money.

he would even sell some little christmas keychain charms to put on your case, which are super cute (both ashley and luis would buy them if they could).

he'd also put some christmas lights on his setup, along with a tiny slow globe.

sorry if these are ooc this is my first time making headcanons💔 its very obvious i love ashley just from this post

tags :: @videogamesluver @gori-thegorilla

[hemlocksandfoxgloves]

Okay, I know I haven't updated in awhile, but I couldn't stop thinking about Theo so I thought I'd try to finish this chapter.

So here's a sneak peek at the next chapter of "I Hear You're Looking For An Anchor"

Also I would really love some feedback. Is it too boring? Too ooc? I think I use too many proper nouns. Should I just stop writing this and work on something else?

Anyway, here's some more human!Theo and Liam being dumb in denial.

"Face of a Killer: LIAM"

“So, they’re burying the bodies. Do you know who’s doing it?” Mason asks as they leave history class. Liam could tell he’d been itching for information since last night. The whole thing feels so surreal. He was worried something big was coming.

Liam shakes his head as they walk down the hall together. “No, Scott’s figuring it out,” he sighs. “He told me not to worry about it.”

“Then don’t. Look, why don’t you come out to Sinema with me tonight?”

“Do you really think a movie night is a good idea right now?” Liam looks at him, conventually concerned, as he dodges out of the way of the rowdy hallway. “What if- what if Scott needs me?”

“Not a movie, a club. It’s the club.” Mason looks at him, holding his hands up excitedly. “It’ll be fun. Hot girls. Hot guys…” Mason trails off as Liam tilts his head and his face takes up one of curiosity. It was like when your ears tingle because somebody was talking about you. Except somebody was actually talking about him. “Liam?”

He shushes Mason as he hears Theo ask Scott, “What’s his deal?” in a faraway voice.

Following the sound, Liam peeks his head around the corner behind a row of lockers. He holds his arm back when Mason tries to look, too. He sees Scott and Theo outside the Biology lab, which was an unusual sight, considering. Why would Theo be talking to Scott? Still trying to get under his good graces, probably. Liam couldn’t help it, he was curious.

“What do you mean?”

Theo sighs, scratching the back of his head. “Do you think I might have a shot with him?”

A shot with whom? Liam? He flinches as Scott lets out a surprising laugh. “Oh! I mean, I don’t know, maybe.”

Theo’s eyes flicker to Liam’s and a cocky smirk covers his face. “You sure about that?” Liam glares at him menacingly. 

“You should ask him,” Scott says before leaving.

Liam and Theo’s eyes don’t leave each other’s. Not even when Theo walks past him, still with that half-assed grin and Liam glaring at him like he could pretend to hate him. His eyes soften as they follow his every move until he disappears at the end of the hall. He had to be messing with Liam, right? When Liam turns his head to look at Mason, he’s met with a suspicious grin.

An uncalled for suspicious grin. Liam wasn’t doing anything wrong. He was just looking! Just looking could mean a lot of things, though. Especially in front of Mason’s eyes.

“What?” he asks innocently.

“Mhm, what was that?”

“What was what?” Liam shrugs. There was no avoiding this around Mason, though. He saw the glances between them, if that’s what you want to call it. Liam tried to convey his hatred through his eyes, but felt like he was failing big time. Of course, Mason had to see right through the façade.

“The smiles and the eyes and…” Liam’s eyes widen for a moment before he turns tail the other direction. “You like him!” he hears Mason exclaim behind him.

“Who? Theo?” Liam laughs. “Don’t you think that’s a little crazy?” he asks as they stop at his locker. He dials the lock, “I mean sure, he’s hot but…” Liam stops, staring at the lock in his hand.

But what? He saved Lydia’s life last night. He drove him home, not that he wanted him to. Is there any reason at all that says Liam shouldn’t like Theo? Maybe he wasn’t as bad as Stiles says after all. After last night, he felt like he finally got a glimpse of who Theo really was. He needs to give him some credit. At least he was trying. If Theo is so evil, like Stiles thinks he is, why would he go through all this trouble?

“And you like him!”

Liam sighs, shaking his head and pulling the lock open. “Doesn’t matter. Stiles says he’s bad news and I should stay away.” He places his history book in the back of his locker.

Mason chortles, “Since when do you listen to Stiles?” Liam would’ve replied, something along the lines that Stiles could shove it and he could do whatever he wanted. He grins instead as he sees Stiles standing behind Mason. Based on Liam’s reaction, he knew exactly what had Liam averting his eyes behind him. “He’s right behind me, isn’t he?” Liam chuckles, nodding, and Mason whips around. “Hey man, we were just—”

Stiles isn’t interested, though. He was looking down in the dumps, actually. He looked like he didn’t sleep a wink last night. He pats Mason aside. “Yeah, that’s great Mason. Liam, I need to talk to you.”

After giving each other a look, Mason leaves and Liam shuts his locker door, turning to Stiles. He was concerned about his state and knew it must’ve had to do with Lydia. Everyone knew how he felt about her.

“Hey, how’s Lydia doing?” he questions.

“I don’t know. Last I heard, she was still in surgery. I’m going to go see her this afternoon, though.” Liam nods. “Have you talked to Theo?” Stiles’ voice takes an accusatory turn, making Liam frown.

“Not since he drove me home last night. Why? Did something happen?”

“Actually, yeah. A big something— Wait, you let the enemy drive you home? He knows where you live? Liam, what exactly did he say to you?”

Liam shrugs his hands into his pockets. “Not much.” He raises his eyes, his voice cracking. “He was nice.”

Stiles’ eyebrows reach his hairline as he exclaims, “No, no! Listen to me, Theo is not nice. I was right not to trust him.”

Liam glowers at him. “He saved Lydia’s life last night. Don’t you think it’s time we give him the benefit of the doubt? He’s not the bad guy here.”

“Liam, don’t get me wrong. I am eternally grateful that Lydia is alive, more than anyone. That doesn’t excuse what he did, though.”

Liam sighs, “What did he do?”

“I was going through his medical records and—”

“Stiles, you can’t do that!”

“Well, it’s a good thing that I did because you’ll never believe what I found.”

Liam’s eyes close for a moment as the blaring school bell surrounds them. Ultimately, saving him from this conversation. “I don’t care what you found. It was Theo who saved Lydia. Just… try to have a heart and give him a chance.”

Walking past him, Liam hears Stiles mutter, uselessly, “That’s what I’m trying to tell you.”

Whatever Stiles found, he didn’t care anymore. Stiles can be his own problem. He was done listening to him. He was just searching for answers that weren’t there. Was it so hard to think that Theo was just trying to get through high school like the rest of them?

Liam was passing the library when he heard a distinct heartbeat. It was odd, not like anyone else’s he heard. He couldn’t detect a rhythm or pattern to it. It just was; always at a rushed pace. He planned on using his free period to practice lacrosse, but this seemed more beneficial.

Following the sound of his heartbeat, he finds Theo at the very back of the library. He was in a secluded spot where nobody could see him, hunched over textbooks and notebooks around him. Liam hid partially from view behind a large bookcase. He could see Theo’s furrowed brows pulled together in concentration. His gelled hair was in a disarray. He definitely looked like he needed a break.

Theo didn’t notice him until he’s dropped his bookbag onto the table with a small thunk. He’s startled for a moment before he realizes who it was that disturbed him. For the barest moment, Liam thought Theo looked scared, but it was quickly smoothed into his residential smirk that he always saved for Liam. He wished he wouldn’t look at him like that. It felt fake and impersonal. He wanted to see Theo’s real smile.

Liam sits down in the chair across from him and Theo caps his pen, leaning back in his seat.

“You’re not worried about being seen with me? What would Stiles think?” Liam looks around their vacant little corner pointedly. Theo chuckles, “Point taken. So, have you made your decision?”

Liam was in the middle of pulling his school work out of his bag and pauses when Theo asks this.

“About what?”

Theo dips his head. “Whether you like me?”

Liam scoffs, shaking his head in disbelief. Just because he was sitting with him didn’t mean anything. “You’re lucky I’m even talking to you,” he says, taking his history notes out.

“Oh, I don’t think luck has anything to do with it,” Theo smiles at him smugly.

“It doesn’t matter, anyway.”

“And why’s that?”

Liam grits his teeth. “I have more important things to worry about than whether I’m caught sitting with Theo Raeken.”

Theo frowns, playing with the pen in between his fingers. Liam watches his long fingers twist this way and that. “Stiles still doesn’t trust me?”

Liam’s eyes jump to Theo’s and he replies timidly, “I don’t think so.” 

He’d think after saving Lydia from bleeding out on the police station’s floor, Stiles’d be a bit more lenient. He gets Stiles has problems with what happened with the Nogitsune. He has a hard time trusting people, especially ones who get too close to the pack. Like Theo has been trying to do.

Theo leans forward on his elbows. Liam gives him a disgruntled look as he comes closer. “Do you trust me?” Theo asks.

Liam doesn’t know how to react to this. He wasn’t expecting Theo to ask him that. He wants to trust Theo. He could show Stiles how trustworthy Theo really was. Can Liam trust him, though?

“That’s a matter of opinion.”

“Then what’s yours?”

“I think…” Liam looks at Theo, then. Looking into his eyes, he saw something. Something that made him want to trust him. Theo wasn’t the monster here. “I think, what you did for Lydia was very brave and Stiles should be thankful.”

“Is she going to be okay?”

“She will be.”

Next scene will be Liam and Theo at Sinema :)

[idrawgaystffs]

GLaDOS thinks it’s time to buy an apartment, kinda

Modern AU? Of @bondibee & @sarcasticgaypotato ’s Portal Necromancer AU, particularly to bridge the gap of Middle Ages to GLaDOS Is On YouTube uhh enjoy?

[Note: I’m not a contributor to the canon of the AU and all of my add ons can be OOC or use speculations, thank you!]

“Dear?” Chell turned swiftly to catch her lover’s eyes.

They’d been in the throne room and idling for what felt like an hour before the silence had been broken. This was normal, as GLaDOS would often find ways to fill the room with something else to pass the time other than conversation, and Chell didn’t have “big talker” added to her nature after she’d been revived either. But now she was looking at GLaDOS and listening.

“Have you ever thought we should leave the castle?” GLaDOS’s voice rang clear and with confidence. Though Chell knew the question’s weight was hidden behind her perfect tone. The unknown always was a touchy subject when you’re married to what might be the largest collection of knowledge over the past thousands of years.

Chell hmm-ed. Not in a way signifying agreement or disagreement, but just thought. Because she was thinking about that. How long had it been since she had gone outside? The start of her second life gave her a distaste for the sun and a more nocturnal lifestyle anyways, so she had grown attached to the colder and darker areas of the castle, of course she had regained more sense after GLaDOS and her figured out a schedule that would keep her sane and healthy, so she visited her wife more and more often without the promise of food. But she still did wonder. What was going on out there?

“Did a trespasser say something to make you think about it?” She decided to prod out GLaDOS’s feelings on the matter, why the elf even bothered hiding her thoughts from her knight was rather pointless. They were open books to each other.

“No.” GLaDOS’s tone fell a degree noticeable only to Chell.

“No?” Chell repeated knowingly.

“Maybe Someone Couldn’t Stop Mentioning How ‘This Castle Is So Dusty Does Anyone Even Live Here?’ or ‘I Feel Like The Walls Are Gonna Fall On Me!’ because Then Maybe! I Did Put A Spell On The Walls To Crush Him To Death?! Okay!”

Ah there was her temperamental sweetheart.

“At first I only regretted putting hearing enchantments around the castle because all I’d hear was the random rat in our walls or those two bucket heads clanking down hallways.”

Chell cracked a smile at the mention of the haunted armors, she should visit them later.

“But that Intrusive Fly’s last words had made me think of the last time I remodeled this place.”

Chell perked up at the premise of story time. It wasnt often GLaDOS spoke of times before Chell arrived and, in fact, preferred using either Chell’s arrival or the present as a relative date when referring to her ongoing projects. So she did what she did best and took in what GLaDOS had to say.

“I used to be in a smaller castle than this one. Less adventurers took notice of it and it was easier to maintain while I still practiced magic and it’s uses. Over time, of course, I gained my reputation of being a ‘place of no return’ and a ‘great evil to be vanquished’ and more pests came to bother me. After one particular wave, I had been face to face with an adventurer and I heard him say ‘I did not know such an old fort even existed’ that was the first and last thing he said to me. I decided to remodel the place after that! After all it was less that worm’s words and how I didn’t want another professional ‘hero’ to get into my main chamber. I hadn’t realized just how much time had passed since I had settled down here, so I made new traps, built new walls and was far safer in this territory. And yet, a hundred or so years later, you managed to get here. And you know the rest.” GLaDOS finished her spell and Chell was released to think once more.

Chell hmm-ed again but this time as a show of affection towards the praise. She knew how witty and smart she was to make it through her tests. But the information about there being an predecessor to this castle had stuck in her mind.

So Glados did like to change her living space sometime in her life, but no mortal would live long enough to see the whole life of her moves though so it didn’t cross her mind before she arrived herself.

“You want to change the castle again?” Chell asked.

“No, that’s not what I want.”

“What then?”

“I- I want to know more about what’s going on in the rest of the world. The last few maggots had armor that looked different from how yours looked. Their uniforms were stitched evenly and yet their boots looked like they didn’t fit their feet. I’d never even seen this pattern of clothing, Chell! I want to find out how it’s made and what kind of sorcery people have been making out there if this is where they’ve gotten with just simple textiles!”

Chell was rather surprised at how the topic has blossomed. Glados spoke with vigor that was reserved for science and herself.

“I don’t want to just remodel this place. I know it’s our home, but we’ve stuck around long enough to outlive generations. Time is passing and I think we need to catch up a little!”

Chell stood there, in her 1000 times washed tunic and equally worn pants and felt out of place all of a sudden. From what? She did not know. In this place, in their home, she belonged. A wonder about the outside didn’t mean a desire to leave her comforts. She had only recently, well it felt recent to her, gotten used to being undead, and a blood sucking one at that.

She gave Glados a worried look.

Glados immediately slowed down and grew mellower in tone. “Oh but of course I do care about everything that is here. My snakes, my lab, Blue and Orange, You! But I just need you, and I can go anywhere. We can take whatever we need with us till we find a place to settle down for the Next millennia.” Ending on a sarcastic note to help lighten Chell’s mood.

And it worked. Chell smiled, “Okay.”

Glados lit up again! She knew they’d need time to prepare, but a journey was about to begin. Plus, Chell enjoyed a good challenge.

[freetrashpirate]

ᗷՏᗪ ᑕᕼᗩᖇᗩᑕTᗴᖇՏ ᗩՏ ՏTᑌᗪᗴᑎTՏ Oᖴ Tᕼᗴ ՏᑕᕼOOᒪ ᖴOᖇ ᘜOOᗪ ᗩᑎᗪ ᗴᐯIᒪ(au)

Tbh, i really love these books, and i suggest you to read them if you didn't do it.

So let's start.

First of all, I don't own any of these characters. I also don't own the universe of School for Good and Evil. Likewise, there can be innaccuracies and OOC. Honestly, I had written it three years ago and it was one of my first works, that's why forgive me for my mistakes.

𝘿𝙖𝙯𝙖𝙞 𝙊𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙪

He's the heir of Camelot, a descendant of King Arthur;

The most intelligent and gifted student of school for Good;

After graduating from school, he'll be crowned and will already begin to rule the kingdom;

Even some students of school for Evil are in love with him;

Likes to walk around the neighbourhood of his school in the evenings;

Became the winner during the Trial by Tale;

He has already found his princess;

Is going to invite you to Snow Ball and steal your firts kiss;

So think about it carefully now, because you won't have much time to think about it in Circus of Talents.

𝙉𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙟𝙞𝙢𝙖 𝘼𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙞

He's also Ever;

He's your close friend, always ready to help you if you need it;

Kyoka doesn't like you;

Very shy and can not talk properly with girls, constantly blushes and shutters;

He's not the smartest student, but likes to spend time reading books in the library;

Doesn't know who to invite to the ball, so he asks you for advise.

𝙉𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝘾𝙝𝙪𝙪𝙮𝙖

The best Ever student, well, after Osamu of course;

He has also quite a lot of fans;

Princesses constantly smile and flirt with him;

But he has already found the one, whom he is gonna invite to the ball;

Nakahara is well aware that he has quite a lot of rivals to win your heart, Dazai among them;

Won during the Circus of Talents and was recongnized as the king of Evers, oooh how it was good for him to look at distrungled Osamu;

He is the grandson of Beauty and the Beast.

𝘼𝙠𝙪𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙬𝙖 𝙍𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙤𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙚

The most dangerous student of the School for Evil, even some Evers are afraid of him;

Doesn't believe in love, and usually repeat:"Evil loves solutide, so I don't need anyone"

Very gloomy, which is typical for Nevers;

But despite his bad temper, he's quite handsome, which is a big rarity among Nevers;

His nemesis is Atsushi, he tried to kill him during the Trial by Tale;

A descendant of Maleficent.

𝙀𝙙𝙤𝙜𝙖𝙬𝙖 𝙍𝙖𝙣𝙥𝙤

The smartest student of the School for Good;

Very lazy, but he has top grades in all subjects;

Often gets lost in the palace, that's why he's often late, but oddly enough , he is not punished for being late;

Doesn't know how to communicate with girls;

Once during a fencing lesson, a guy he didn't know came up to Edogawa and said: "What kind of prince are you if you can't evene wield sword properly?" The boy grinned unpleasently, and Ranpo opened eyes and looked at him:"How are you going to protect your princess?" . "Why do need abrain if you even don't know how to use it anyway? As for protecting the princess, I'll be able to anticipate the enemy's action and outwit them, at least not by mindlessly swinging my sword like some people do"

In short, as you understand, it is better not to argue with him, Edogawa will shut anyone up;

Hansel's great-grandson;

Doesn't like lessons of Good Deeds, because he considers this subject unnecessary and boring, but he won't tell the teacher about it. However he likes the classroom, Ranpo has almost eaten his desk;

Still has not decided who to invite to the Snow Ball.

𝙆𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙠𝙞𝙙𝙖 𝘿𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙤

Descendant of Rapunzel;

Very demanding and serious;

He's always looking for his perfect princess but can not find her;

So all the girls avoid him, well, almost everyone;

Excelent student and teacher's favourite;

Good at politics, so don't worry about the future of his people, I am sure, it won't be difficult for him to rule an entire state;

He doesn't look like his great-grandmother, because he doesn't trust everyone;

He wants to be a strong and beloved king.

𝙁𝙮𝙤𝙙𝙤𝙧 𝘿𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙚𝙫𝙨𝙠𝙮

Very cunning and dangerous;

His nemesis is Dazai, but Fyodor didn't tell anyone about it, because he doesn't want to draw too much attention to his modest person;

Descendant of the Evil Queen;

Hates Poe with all the fibers of his soul, but doesn't show it, dreams of killing him, just because Alan is the grandson of Snow White;

Favourite subject- Curses and Deathtraps;

Gogol is his future henchman.

𝙉𝙞𝙠𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙞 𝙂𝙤𝙜𝙤𝙡

Constantly smiles and greets the Evers, but in fact can't stand them;

Dostoevsky is his roommate;

Dreams of becoming the henchman of Dos-kun;

Nikolai is the only one who knows about the nemesis of Fyodor;

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘌𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴.𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘯𝘥.𝘙𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘠/𝘯? 𝘚𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵. As you can see, he tried to kill you,but in front of other people he always smiles and becomes extrmely polite;

His favourite subject is Special Talents.

𝙅𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙤 𝙎𝙖𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙠𝙪

He is also Never;

Looks quite attractive, but looks can be deceptive;

The most disliked subject is Uglification;

He doesn't have nemesis yet;

Descendant of Captain Hook;

His smile is so carefree and kind that you want to believe him, but... just don't do it. Don't trust him completely, because Saigiku is very cunning and smart, and can easily betray you or even worse- kill you, so as not to leave witnesses;

Jouno can also easily manipulate people and use them for his own purposes, and then abandon them as an unnecessary toy;

At first, everyone was surprised that such a handsome guy could go to the School for Evil, but then thy realized that were wrong about him.

𝙏𝙚𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙤 𝙎𝙪𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙤

Calm and reasonable;

Favourite subject- Swordplay and Weapons training and History of Heroes;

He has a rather special taste in food;

Suehiro is a descendant of Mulan;

The best swordsman among both schools;

Doesn't understand why girls constantly smile at him and spy on him during training;

Loves his grandmother, because she was the person who taught him how to use the katana;

It is almost impossible to get out of himself, because he always thinks with a cold head;

Prince Charming, what else can I say?

[brandnewhuman]

a h a h a ,

i ' m just currently stumbling upon your ✨ lovely ✨ blog , and i ' m - unsure if you are currently taking requests , because i are have dumb , b u u u t - if you a r e infact taking requests ,

can . . i request a smol dribble drabble of rob zombie ' s michael myers and reader fluffy stoof ?

maybe some - cliché baking headcanon stuff ?

michael continuously eats and snacks on the ingredients , and reader keeps having to swat his hand away , but regardless , they both have fun - 👉👈 ?

gender neutral reader is fine , i just laugh at the idea of baking with rob zombie michael myers ☺ -

sorry if it ' s long - i also enjoy your writing lot ' s - i ' m nervous about requesting this ahsndkdjndm - have a nice day ☺🌻

SUGAR AND A LOT

OF CARE TOO

CONTENT:

Pairings: RZ Michael Myers x reader

Tw: none! Just reader and mikey boi being soft for each other

Summary: Michael and you spend a nice day baking. Or well you're baking and he's just trying to make you run out of frosting

A/N: Hiiii! Thank you so much for the nice request and all the kind words^^ don't be nervous!! I love having people asking me to write stuff. It just takes a little bit of time cause between being dyslexic, english not being my first language and overall having the attention spam of a goldfish is making me slow af with writing. Anyhow, RZ MIKEY BAKING IS LIKE TOO FUCKING ADORABLE. Maybe I made him a little bit ooc but I hope you like it anyways!!

If you said to someone that Michael Myers liked to bake with you, they would never believe you. You had to admit you were finding it kinda hard to believe that this is the same man everyone calls the shape of haddonfield, evil himself if you will. 

You hear him huffing and you look up from the batter you were mixing to look at him. 

You gave him the task of making vanilla and chocolate frosting for the cake and he was actually doing a pretty good job. He carefully added every ingredient to the bowl, it was actually kinda funny seeing a guy as big as him being uncharacteristically gentle when handling something. He kept glancing over to the note on which you had written him the recipe while huffing strands of hair away from his face. 

He had started to wear the mask less around you and you were so grateful for that. You loved his face and being able to see how expressive he truly is. 

"Wait honey, let me help you" you said softly. You put down the bowl with the batter and went to stand behind him "why didn't you ask me for a hair tie if you needed one??" You positioned your hands on his shoulders, pulling slightly down to get him to lower enough for you to reach his head without difficulty.He instead  reached for one of the chairs and sat so you could have full access to his hair more easily. 

He knows he can ask you for a hair tie but he likes it better when you run your hands through his hair to tie it up. He loves the sensation of you combing gently his long, blonde locks and it takes a lot of self control to not just smile like an idiot every time. 

As you tie his soft hair up you hear him sigh with content and you know better than pointing it out so you just smile to yourself.The nice moment comes to a short end when you see Michael straight up dipping his index finger inside the frosting "Michael! If you keep doing that we're gonna run out of icing!" You couldn't hold back the laugh as you playfully swat his hand away, gaining a death stare from him. 

You're telling THE Michael Myers what to do? Buckle up cause you started a war you will not win 

"Don't look at me like that big guy, you- HEY!" While you were talking and trying to act big and tough he got up, reached to take the spoon he was using for mixing and without even thinking about it he just shamelessly licked the icing from it. Your face went through all the 5 stages of grief in one second. As soon as you tried to take back the spoon he just lifted his hand higher where you couldn't reach it (which didn't need to be much since he was already so much taller than you)

You could see the amusement in his eyes as he watched you jump up and down to reach the spoon.

"Michael!! I swear if you don't give me that spoon" you breathed out when you suddenly felt a big hand making its way on your side under your shirt just to feel  his fingers starting to mercilessly tickle you. 

"NO NONONO STOP STOP" you laughed out trying to get away from his playful attack. He just wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to his chest, making sure you didn't have the opportunity to run away. He kept on torturing you, moving swiftly his fingers and watching how you wiggled against him giggling and trying to push him away "OKAY FINE FINE YOU WIN!" You were out of breath so you had to just admit your defeat. When he stopped, you sighed with relief while placing your forehead on his chest and trying to steady your heartbeats. He mindlessly runs his fingers through your hair while waiting for you to catch your breath. 

You relaxed under his touch and resting now your chin on him, you crane your neck to look at him smiling sheepishly. 

"You're awful, you know that right?" His gaze softened as the corners of his mouth tugged up into a smirk. "Yeah you know, let's finish this cake before you get sick with the frosting" he nodded and reluctantly let go of you to go back to his taks. When the cake was done (with you having to keep the eye on Michael all the time) you both eated a piece, Michael having more than one, seating on the couch and watching a horror movie Michael wanted to watch with you. Days like this with Michael makes it hard for you to remember how life was before he came into your life. The only thing you know is that you would never want to go back. 

[jslittlebirdie]

Here Without You

Pairing: Soft!Ledger!Joker x Reader

Summary: Your last days have been really bad and exhausting. There are always new problems you have to take care of, you feel tired and burnt out, and on top of that, J hasn't shown up for several days. That was until today.

Word count: 1,344

Genre: probably a bit angsty / fluffy comfort / self-insert

Warnings: Reader has a bad day, low self esteem

Notes: A very big thank you to my dearest best friend @fan-of-pretty-much-2-much for encouraging me to post this fic. What would I do without you, your support and love? I own you so much🥺😭 Also, thank you so incredibly much for this simply beautiful title💜

Well, this fic is a total self-insert😅 I basically wrote it for myself as a comfort. So it's probably too cheesy and my characterization of J is way too soft and ooc. But maybe someone will like it anyway, I don't know. So read at your own risk lol🙈 Also, the text is unedited and English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes.

Taglist: @ajokeformur-ray @sacredempressnatlyia @rommies

It had been days now since you last saw your clown. News reports were your only clues as to his whereabouts and well-being. You didn't blame him, he was a busy man - a free man who came and went as he pleased - and you wouldn't keep him from his business. Even though, if you were honest, you would love to not let him leave your apartment ever again, and instead keep him with you where you knew he was safe; not that he couldn't take care of himself.

But you missed him terribly. And on top of that, your doubts and insecurities were getting worse with each passing day. You probably weren't good enough for him, too boring and annoying with all your worries. Would he ever come back to you? Was he tired of you? Had you perhaps upset him without knowing it?

And today... Today was a particularly bad day. Already early in the morning the day had started with bad news, new things you had to take care of. Problems kept coming up, there just seemed to be no end in sight. Once you had taken care of one thing, two new things popped up. You felt overwhelmed, burned out and tired. You longed for a break. You longed for him.

A familiar noise. But you only heard it very distantly. You were far too lost in your sad and gloomy thoughts. You sat on your bed and stared at the wall. Your eyes hurt because you tried to hold back your tears as hard as you could, even though you knew it was wrong. But you wanted to stay strong, not show any weakness.

The noise came closer, heavy footsteps. The door to your room cracked open and a face painted with makeup peered in, looking for you. When J spotted you, he grinned mischievously. But his good mood soon changed when he saw you in this miserable state. He immediately noticed that something was wrong, even if he didn't quite know what it was yet. So he entered your room without waiting for you to give him your permission. And even when J stood right in front of you and looked at you with his beautiful dark eyes, which actually showed a hint of concern, you hardly reacted, which admittedly only worried him more. Because you normally ran up to him at the first sign of his presence. But today was... different. And he didn't like it at all.

"What's the matter, toots, hm? I'm back, I'm here."

You stared at him, but you couldn't see him. You hadn't quite realized yet that he was truly standing in front of you. It seemed more like your mind was playing a trick on you - an evil trick to torture you even more. "I'm so sorry, J," you finally uttered. It wasn't so much directed at him as you were talking to yourself.

"You're sorry for what?" He frowned thoughtfully. He couldn't remember anything you had done that you needed to apologize for. But it wasn't a surprise that you apologized in the first place. You apologized for the smallest things, sometimes even for apologizing. But this time, he was a little bit confused.

"I don't know. That I annoyed you with... with me being the way I am. I don't know, okay?!" That was the moment you snapped back to reality. You saw him. Standing in front of you, in his usual slightly bent posture, his head tilted to one side as he tried to figure things out. And that's when you couldn't hold back your tears any longer.

Intuitively, J leaned down towards you and reached out to cup your face with his gloved hands. But you flinched away from him, too ashamed and insecure. "No, J. Don't!"

But he didn't let that stop him. Even though you had said the exact opposite, he could tell by the look in your eyes how much you wanted him. And it caused a strange feeling to rise in his chest - he wasn't sure what to think of it, so he just shrugged it off and focused all of his attention back on you. He sat down next to you, wrapped his arms around your body that was trembling with tension, and gently pulled you to him. This time you let it happen; the second he touched you, you were like putty in his hands. Moments later you found yourself on his lap and you couldn't help but cling to him as tightly as you could, your tear-streaked face buried in his broad chest, inhaling his scent between heavy sobs - a mixture of burnt rubber, gasoline and sweat (he had been out there for days, of course, he hadn't had time to worry about such trivialities) and something so specifically J that your heart ached. Oh, how much you had missed him. All you wanted and needed was him. Your J. It was kind of ironic. While others ran away from him in sheer panic, you longed for him. You had never been like others, you saw so much more in him than just a criminal. To you, he was your charming, sometimes pretty grumpy, but still in his own special way caring and loving clown - but you better not say this out loud. You just loved him. This realization hit you so hard that a new wave of emotions washed over you.

"Shush. I'm here, I gotcha." He shifted beneath you, loosening his grip around you, causing you to sigh in frustration. Rustling of expensive material and then suddenly you felt all warm - he had wrapped you in his royal purple coat and then put his arms around you again like a vice. You were in the warmest, safest embrace you could ever think of. Immediately, your body relaxed, your trembling finally subsided. You listened to his steady heartbeat and mimicked his breathing. J hummed and smiled to himself as he noticed your reaction.

When you finally felt calm enough, you lifted your face off of him so you could look at him; your eyes were bloodshot and dark rings stood out beneath them. He hated to see you like this, but he said nothing; he waited until you were ready to talk. And you were ready. You took a deep breath and finally murmured, "Today was just a shitty day. There's so much to do and it seems to never get any less. Everything is too much. And I... I missed you so much... I thought you weren't coming back."

"But here I am, right?" He squeezed you a little tighter to put emphasis on his words. "I know you've got a lot going on right now. But ya got this, toots. You're tougher than you think you are. Aaand..." A huge and devious grin formed on his lips. You could literally see him thinking about all the things he had done in the past few days. "I need to lay a little low for the next few days."

"Yeah, I picked up something like this on the news. What is it this time?" You're no longer able to suppress a weak giggle. And a yawn. You were so very tired and exhausted, you hadn't slept well since J left, when he wasn't by your side. But now that you were cocooned in his protective warmth... Your eyes grew heavier and heavier. "So does this mean you're staying home, J?"

"I'm not going anywhere, sweets." He moved you both on the bed until you were in a lying position, you still on top of him wrapped in his coat. Even though he would never admit it, he had missed you too. And holding you in his arms like that - feeling you, knowing you were safe and relaxed - made him aware of his own exhaustion. He pressed a sloppy kiss to your forehead, leaving a beautiful reminder for you when you woke up in the morning, and then closed his eyes himself.

[4dtk]

wish on an angel

based off ‘on your mark’ which was a short ghibli film made for the song ‘on your mark’! it’s a lovely and interesting video, check it out here if you wanna watch it!!! a little ooc, soft toji, i guess. also wanted to write this bc the guy in the film gave me vibes that matched toji sans the black hair LMAO

"what's a pretty thing like you doing out here...?" toji mumbles, removing the wing that was shielding your face.

naturally, he'd know better than to mess with divine deities, let alone beings, but the creature in front of him appeared innocent and helpless. with a chain around your neck, you struggle to move it, but your eyes manage to crack open, just a bit coming to face a dark-haired beauty.

the sword he raises makes your eyes scrunch up again, missing you by an inch and going instead for the hard metal beside you.

"c'mon, let's get you outta here," the male says, your fatigue taking over once you're in his arms. toji lifts you with ease, although men in suits seem to crowd around you instantly, placing you in a body bag and wheeling you away from the raid.

toji hums, walking away unsatisfied with the treatment of such a respected creature. he figured that there would still be angels around, held captive for their blood in shady buildings and hideouts, even if that shady building was a gathering held on the top floor of one of the city's tallest skyscraper.

the thumping of his boots and heartbeat is the only thing the male can hear the next day, legs bringing him through the research facility as he takes down personnel after personnel. toji dismantles their safety suits with no problem before locating the remote. it was an easy feat, taking down the threatening lasers in the blink of an eye before taking the winged creature for himself.

"you're safe now, doll. stay hidden for me, 'kay?" toji doesn't wait for an answer as he swiftly boards a vehicle to book it out of there, the sheer volume of the screeching tires enough to make you hide more in the other's broad chest with the help of the cloth around you.

there's an immediate call to target the two of you, prompting toji to step on the gas as the sirens start to sound behind him.

"who are they?" you ask timidly, peeking at the scar that runs down the right side of his lips. a finger goes up to trace from beginning to end, gaining no reaction from him. 

he only swallows at the contact, "the bad guys. 'm takin' you away from them, yea?" 

collision hits abruptly, causing the vehicle to jerk and groan under the pressure of the airship above you.

"fuck, these guys just won't stop, huh?" toji mutters, swerving the car to a neighbouring flat of apartments before crashing onto hard concrete. the male could only click his tongue while he carries you without trouble with a hand held up in apology. 

"how're you doin', angel?"

"it's... noisy, but warm," you manage a smile, curling more into his person as another car starts up, driving away from the monotonous sirens and troubled shouts from the flat's residents.

"we're almost there, yeah," making your way out of the city was easier than he thought, a straight road leading to the outsiders' world of evil beings and unforgiving people.

sure, toji felt that he'd fit in anywhere. good and evil was a big shade of grey to him, anyway. but you? you belonged to the sky of heavenly aura and deserved to feel the clouds on your face.

if he couldn't tell the difference between the two, he hoped this deed would at least fall on the good side as he led you back into the skies.

toji smirks once the sirens die down, having gone far enough from the city as he unwraps the cloth covering you this entire time.

"you know how to fly, doll?"

"of course, why wouldn't i?" you inquire with a laugh, still struggling to understand humans and their sarcasm as you step on the car's seats with toji's help. his large hand is warm in yours, clutching onto you as you naturally lift your weight with your wings.

there you go again, with your delicate voice and gentle smile as the grip on your hand becomes looser and looser.

"will i see you again?" you ask, relishing in the way the wind felt in your wings and your clothes.

"maybe, maybe not. i'd wish on an angel, maybe," toji says with a smirk, kissing your palm before letting you take flight on your own. he bids goodbye with his free hand, allowing the car to come to a stop to admire your apparent familiarity with the skies.

you gain height with each second, blowing a kiss to the male as a final goodbye before disappearing amongst the clouds.

a wish on an angel, huh? toji wished he could wish on something more, anything, because he couldn't wait to see you again.

[thespoonisvictory]

Please explain why Schlatt is the best character on the SMP.

(Alternatively, I would be really interested in hearing more about your dislike for Quackity's produced lore. Personally, I love it, so I'm really intrigued whenever someone says that they're not fond of it).

as much as I love schlatt, I think I'll answer the quackity question, because I've been meaning to.

first of all, I think I should clarify that I'm definitely biased, because my favorite streamers, outside of the dsmp universe, tend towards semi lore, or, at least, not whatever quackity's doing. I'm used to it, and people tend to not like change lol.

second of all, I really do like quackity's produced lore, but I don't like certain aspects of it, and find myself preferring semi lore in general. I don't think he should stop doing it so much as I think he should use it as an occasional technique rather than conveying near 100% of his story with it. big q is very talented and I commend him for taking such a bold approach, which I think pays off in some ways.

third, to me, semi lore is any lore that breaks the fourth wall in that it isn't trying to be something other than a minecraft stream, it's all in first person, and none of it is prerecorded. for example: most of wilbur's pogtopia streams are semi (or casual) lore to me, because he'll thank subs and joke with schlatt about getting techno a girlfriend, but it's still largely in canon.

anyway, in true jenny nicholson fashion, let's kick off with a numbered list.

1. this post, by patches, explains a bit of why the lore streams can get a bit disconcerting to me. the dsmp have always had a bit of charming awkwardness in their improv, because these are for the most part just Some Guys acting, and under the guise of a stream where it's just a Streamer Playing Minecraft, it fits. but the highly produced nature just- creates such a disparity between the quality of the cinematography and the acting that it's a little weird, y'know?

2. in some cases, semi lore allows for dread to be built in a unique way. during the exile arc, tommy would have lighthearted streamer jokes and bits, shout out subs, pretend like things were normal. he never acknowledges that his situation is messed up, that his condition is getting worse, that things are falling apart. it's a quiet, sinking, horror that creeps along over the course of weeks. it's important to the viewer that we are there every day to see the slow progress, to understand why tommy gets pushed so far down. besides the impracticality of 14 highly produced lore streams, you would lose a lot of the subtlety there.

the smp is such a unique medium in that the stream style itself is so telling. when tommy actively doesn't acknowledge what's happening, it makes the abuse that's occurring seem so much worse. when wilbur drops little hits about his depression or his plans in between lighthearted, ooc jokes, it lulls the audience into a false sense of security.

imagine a version of the 'forming las nevadas' story where quackity does it over the course of four nights. the slow realization of his manipulation tactics disguised by an unassuming stream format, because it's still quackity, joking around and laughing until he approaches the next person and he shifts into his 'persona'. when he finishes the conversation, we watch his face fall, his smile fade, as he walks back to an empty las nevadas. it would build hype, not to mention taking less work, and letting the audience see a bit more of quackity's humanity.

3. I mentioned it before, but it just straight up takes less time. I'm willing to wait, of course, but there's something to be said about the merits of pacing and being able to throw together a lore stream last minute. take, for example, tommy's death. it wouldn't have been nearly as impactful without the rushed, oddly somber flurry of livestreams that came after. jack didn't need a highly produced montage of him standing by tommy's grave as the seasons passed, of his planting flowers everyday. what turned out to be effective was just- him, walking around, coming to terms with his grief, completely silent for periods of time.

it was mourning. plain and simple, with no embellishment or evil villain music, shockingly earnest.

I don't think you could replicate that raw, undone feeling with a prerecorded, pre-produced, semi-movie. it feels like all of a sudden jack's pov was important enough that he had to stream, and there it was.

you could argue that this could be planned beforehand, but I think more often than not, that's a. not really feasible, and b. going to take away from the organic nature.

we all like candid shots, 'authentic' vlogs and influencers. to me, this is just one more extension of that rule.

4. under the same idea, you can make more. we spend more time with the streamers, and therefore the characters, and get to know their more human side. wilbur, for example, is deeply humanized by little things that you just couldn't really fit into a lore stream: his dynamic with niki, all his little moments of hesitation, his banter with tommy and his true love for l'manburg. who c!wilbur is is built up over hours and hours of comments and suggestions and one-off statements, and we just don't have time for that in quackity's lore. the transitions are snappy, filled with beautiful shots, but they don't allow for as much depth of character as that awkward little walk from place to place, that quiet monologue they do to themselves.

it's not impossible for you to do that, as with c!quackity and c!charlie serving as a 'morality pet', but at this risk of repeating myself endlessly, it's more earnest and organic in a sense.

5. last, I just really like multiple povs. one of my favorite bits from s1 is the fundy spy arc, because of how effectively multiple povs are used. streams where wilbur is deeply, deeply distraught over fundy's betrayal but thinks fundy doesn't care, while fundy is deeply, deeply distraught over wilbur's prior treatment of him but thinks he doesn't care. and you could watch both at the same time! quackity's pov isn't as personal when it uses third person, which is a bit sad because I think it's a unique aspect of livestreaming every perspective.

(I'm so sorry if this isn't coherent or makes any sense I'm very brain dead and tired from speedrunning three essays yesterday)

basically, I think quackity's lore style is good for big, grand events, occasionally. it's very cool to watch, definitely builds hype, and can make certain things easier, such as coordinating a bunch of people or doing special effects.

but for building a plot and establishing character dynamics, I really prefer semi/casual lore.

[opossumanonymous]

How did he get in this mess?

Warnings: Inko literally uses her quirk to pull out AFOs pubic hair because I don't think anything else would immobilize him temporarily, talk of inko using her quirk to pull organs, guns mentioned

I wrote this on my phone so sorry if anything looks funky for computer users. If I made any mistakes or any characters are too ooc please tell me. Also this is a fanfic featuring AFO as Midoriya Hizashi and Inko as a ex-Black Widow and mostly features them please enjoy!~

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How did he get in this mess, face kissing the floor and completely caught off guard?

Hizashi wasn't quite sure himself actually. One minute he was doing some 'work' before he heard the voice of his wife over his shoulder.

"Hizashi, what are you doing?"

Then he was on the floor a nearly blinding pain spread over his body leaving him in fetal position unable to think of nothing else.

Once his mind got clear again he turned his head to the side looking up at the woman who he thought was his wife. Her usually gentle smile was gone leaving a cold look on her face as she read through his files. One of her hands out stretched towards him while the other clicked through the computer.

Which made him briefly realize he may have to put plan B into action but before that he had to know if this was his wife or someone else. Last thing he wanted was to do something reckless if this wasn't his wife.

"Who-" Before Hizashi could utter a word he felt another painful pull causing him to ball up even further trying to somehow ease the pain. He choked on air as Inko? Stared at him with a blank expression now turned away from the computer. She crossed her legs as she watched him wither in pain looking at with him cold emotionless green eyes.

Who was this woman she can't be Inko! It gave him brief fear realizing that a shape-shifting spy might have tricked him somehow. After all theres no way his sweet wife could ambush him, let alone be capable of hurting him this badly! But if this is someone with a shape-shifting quirk there's no way they would also have wife's quirk as well. Unless they can copy the quirks of people they shape-shift into but then-

"So was this what you were doing while I was comforting our son?"

His eyes widened at that realization, it hit Hizashi hard as he broke out in a cold sweat. He looked up at Inko who still had that chilling look on her face making Hizashi for the first time in 200 years feel...afraid.

He didn't know whether to be impressed at her or disgusted in himself, him, All for One, the symbol of evil, the villain who has brought many heros and villains alike to their knees is...afraid? It sounds unreal just thinking about it that someone could still scare him.

Not by much but still it was a feat that no one before her had done in a long time.

He felt like he was getting whiplash knowing that the same woman who cooked him breakfast nearly every morning, who cried at anything sad or happy, and cuddled up to him at night was looming over him like some villain.

"Hizashi speak up your mumbling." She spoke harshly as he felt another pull, he's starting to lose feeling in his legs.

"I already knew." He said breathless feeling defeated almost, yet another feat none before her had accomplished. He could almost hear his brother laughing from his grave at this point. "What?" Her forehead wrinkled the cold look leaving her face for a moment making her look more like the Inko he knew.

"I checked Izuku years ago, I had my suspicions when he didn't develop his quirk after he turned 5. While I can't tell what a quirk is if I don't know it, I can sense them." He told her truthfully "When I reached into his subconscious one night after I tucked him in bed, I found no sign of a quirk." He knew their was a chance Izuku would be quirkless anyway, Hizashi was from the first generation of quirk users after all.

But he would never give his son a quirk, no he's not going to let history repeat itself, if there's anything he's learned in his 200 years of life it's never give your hero loving relatives a quirk.

Plus being a hero is 10 times more dangerous now, no thanks to him, he'd rather his precious son live quirkless.

Despite the ridicule quirkless people get from society atleast he won't ever get badly hurt or worse killed. Luckily Hizashi had a back up plan just in case he needed to protect his family from themselves.

But seeing Inko looming above him is starting to make him think about adding more reinforcements to the vault. After all she's not so much of a gullible woman like he once thought she was.

"I see but that doesn't change anything, you weren't there for our baby when he needed you most. That's why after this you're going to march into our sons room and comfort him like a good father should." He almost winched at her harsh tone. He honestly didn't know if he should be scared or not. He did still have an arsenal of quirks he could use but none that were non lethal from a long range he could use on her.

"And if I don't, what will you do?" He was curious in all honesty after all it's not every day your usually gentle and emotional wife does a 360 degree personality change on you.

"Then I'll keep ripping out your pubic hairs till you comply." He felt a slight tug again at the slight flick of her wrist causing him to flinch.

He had felt tempted to challenge her, now realizing it was a mistake seeing as she has him by the balls...literally.

"And if you try anything...well you'll be surprised at how many organs count as a small objects." She said with a chilling smile which he almost hates to admit made him flinch.

He always knew her quirk was suspicious despite only being limited to small objects it could still be a deadly quirk if used right. The number of deadly weapons considered small objects was big and considering she only needs a vague idea of where an object is located to pull it to her which includes organs...Hizashi's starting to realize he didn't really know his wife like he thought he did.

After all who would've guessed his sweet Inko would use her quirk so...creatively. He nodded, head still pressed to the hard wood floor of his office.

Inko gave a sigh of relief as she genuinely smiled running her hand through her green locks. "Good I'm glad we could come to an agreement." Hizashi felt the release of her quirk as she sat back legs still crossed.

He slowly sat on all fours before rising to his knees still feeling phantom pains with each slight movement.

Once he was on his knees he wrapped his arms around her waist laying his head in her stomach. She gently caressed his head of white curls causing him to sink further into her and let out a content hum. After a while he looked up at her, the cold look on her face gone now taking a more softer expression.

"I knew you where a villain since the first week after we got married." Hizashi didn't think Inko could shock him anymore but that honestly got him, and yet again she conquered another feat.

He would have never guessed that she knew about him being a villain before now. "Honestly I felt like I got rusty since I found out so late, but I guess living a normal civilian life will make anyone like that." She smiled gently at him looking more like the Inko he knew. Or atleast thought he knew, she was one of the most ordinary people he met from her average nursing job to her adorable naiveté at times.(which he now knows was probably just an act) She played him like a fiddle, he underestimated her and made him fall even harder for her.

That's right, he didn't think it was possible to love her even more than he already did, but this moment proved that wrong.

"Wait then if you knew why did you stay and why wait until now to bring it up?"

She furrowed her eyebrows again before turning her head away from him thinking about her answer for a second before looking back. "I'm not exactly who I said I was either..." She trailed off with a far away look in her eyes almost like she was looking through him and not at him.

He took her hand which had stopped rubbing his head and brought it to his cheek. This seemed to help her focus again as she gave him a tired smile.

"I'm not a good person either Hizashi I've done alot of things that I now regret." For a moment he guessed that she was an ex-villain that he'd just never heard of.

Although that was very unlikely seeing as he liked to keep tabs on most high profile villains to find anyone with good...potential. Inko definitely wasn't a low class villain she just didn't fit the profile of a bank robber or common street thug. Her aura gave off a more experienced air to it not to mention no low class villain would have the guts to look him in the eye once finding out who he really is.

"I was once apart of an organization who specialized in training those considered...unless in society." The way she said useless held a malice to it despite her still having a smile, but it didn't quite reach her eyes.

"They kidnapped me and many other young girls most of them either being quirkless or having 'weak' quirks." Quirkless trafficking while rare nowadays still went on but he'd never heard of an organization making quirkless people assassins. Wlep there's a first time for everything he guessed.

"They trained and raised all of us to be assassins, to put it simply, they chose us because they knew we'd be underestimated."

Assassins? If someone had told him is lovely wife was secretly an assassin he'd laugh in their face before killing them for saying such a thing. But now after being brought to his knees by her he honestly isn't surprised, at this point he'd believe anything that came out of her mouth. She could tell him she could kill someone with only a plastic spoon and he'd believe her.

"I was one of the lucky ones i was able to escape before my 'graduation' if you could call it that. I was even able to find my birth certificate after months of digging through missing persons reports." She now went back to stroking his white curls as she spoke.

"After escaping I decided to live the life my mother wanted me to or at least I like to think she'd want me to." He knew she was an orphan, she'd told him that on their second date he never thought much about it.

He never even really looked into her mother much either only knowing that she died when Inko was young and that she was Nana Shimura's sister. When he found this out at first he was suspicious but over time he let his guard down, if that was a mistake is still up for debate.

"They called us Black Widows." He'd heard that name before but it's been so long, last time he heard the words Black Widow he was reading a comic book to his sick brother. It's either unoriginal or genius considering most will only think of the comic book hero Black Widow opposed to it being a real organization.

Finally getting the feeling back in his legs he stood up stretching slightly while she watched him. He stared down at her now that he had the high ground it was time to give her what she deserved.

He leaned down towards her his hands coming up to her face menacingly. But she just sat there unfazed with a serene look on her face, their was no real use in trying she knew he wouldn't hurt her. He held her face as he leaned in and gave her lips a gentle kiss.

After pulling away he took her hand and helped her out of his office chair. "Now time to go see about Izuku hopefully I can get him out of his depressed mood."

Giving her a true smile only reserved for his family he lead her out of his office not before shutting down his computer and locking the door.

"Yes please talk to him because I didn't know what to do than to apologize to him." She sighed clearly distressed. "While it has been a long time since I escaped somethings I still just don't know the right words for." She looked defeated like she didn't just have Japan's greatest villain nearly kissing her feet.

"It's fine darling soon Izuku will go back to being that happy kid again, you'll see." He gave her a final kiss before heading to Izukus room ready to help his son or else face the wraith of his wife.

He briefly wondered just how good of an assassin his wife is and just how many she's killed. But quickly shook those thoughts away as he entered his son's All Might themed room.

While he'd never ask her anything more about her past as a Black Widow he soon came to realize she was highly skilled as he watched his son on TV.

He was watching UAs sports festival with Tomura at his current hideout the boy exclaiming in shock at this year's winner.

The one to take first place was UAs first quirkless student Midoriya Izuku who took out the competition with only a pair of electroshock bracelets as wepons.

Not to say that it was only the support tools that secured his win, the way he bended dodging attacks and hit his opponents with devastating blows to the head made him nearly laugh out loud.

It was almost hard to believe that this was the same kind boy he once tucked in bed but he had to admit his son was quite reckless.

He's in all honesty proud of his son especially for beating Mizuki's brat whose bullied his poor son for years. While he isnt happy that his son's well on his way to being a hero atleast Inko trained him well.

Just how did Hizashi get in this mess he'd hoped quirklessness would make his son reconsider being a hero but it seems Inko had other plans.

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Extras:

So originally Inko was gonna hold him at gun point but I felt like AFO wouldn't be sacred of a gun so....

Also Inko has wepons (mostly guns) hidden in every wall in the apartment after all you never know when the red room might strike.

Inko still gets chubby but not from stress over Izuku being quirkless it's more so over the red room possibly finding him and taking him. She's still bad ass tho, can kill anyone with a just plastic spoon.

She also ran away from the red room before they could sterilize her.

Izuku does eventually get One for all but it's after the sports festival instead, tho he does still parade as a quirkless hero even after One for all.

He also is a vigilante on the side under the name Black Widow tho most think he's a girl because of the Black Widow reference. He even wears his mom's old Black Widow suit.

You could say he's hero Deku by day and vigilante Black Widow by night!

AFO totally knows it's him tho because he knows Inko wouldn't be that reckless or feral.

Izuku has no idea his loving father is AFO but knows his mom's an ex-assassin.

[undergrounddweller89]

More random thoughts on if Killian and Walter lived together some time after movie events, still au and ooc and Killian is I dunno how to describe it in love a little obsessed secretly with Walter and this is one ramble where there's no admittance of love between them as It's a time prior to that, anyway I throw sense out the window I'm literally too tired to get everything right and wrote this on the spot so bleh on mistakes and stuff.

Killian was rifling through his draws, where was it, he'd wanted to wear it last night for bed, he was sure it'd been put back, he sighed wearily, maybe it was at the bottom of the wash basket still.

He went down the stairs for breakfast where Walter was munching on toast, Lovey on his shoulder.

Watching tv, amazing really, especially as Beckett was usually jotting some new idea down.

Aaaand then he saw it.

"Walter."

Killian's voice was a soft growl as he quirked a brow and folded his arms.

Walter looked up at him like a guilty puppy who knew he'd done something wrong but hoped the look would let him get away with it.

"Yes, Killian?"

He asked trying to sound innocent as possible.

"I was looking for that shirt last night, care to tell me how it ended up on you?"

Walter looked at Lovey and then at Killian

"Ummm well it was in my drawer, I dunno it just looked really comfy and...I'm sorry I won't borrow your clothes anymore..."

"Borrowing would imply that you asked for them, you Beckett are a certified low grade criminal...stealing a man's clothes could imply something else though, I expect that shirt back tonight."

Killian returned walking past the couch and going to the kitchen, it was sweet Walter had rearranged the room so he could actually have surfaces to make himself meals and the likes.

The first time he'd arrived he'd been more than expecting to not feel welcomed, sure it was Beckett but people could seem one way out in the world and another behind closed doors.

No, Beckett wore his heart on his sleeve and for a while he'd wanted to place his claws around it and watch that sunshine attitude leave him as he realised the world was not a little wonderland that could be made better with a hug.

Then again, it was a hug that saved him so to speak...irony.

Killian though at this point might have just gone crazy if Walter wasn't so naturally affectionate with people he trusted, why he trusted him was still beyond his understanding but here they were, living in what had always been Walters home since childhood...

Walter's natural ability to be affectionate meant he could get away with ruffling his hair, having Beckett leaning on him during a movie and just casually placing an arm around him.

Sometimes Beckett would just sit on his lap like it was completely normal and Killian had tested the boundaries by placing a chin on his shoulder and Walter had, had no reaction like this was just typical interaction...was it so typical that he just would also let him put his arms around him to and nuzzle his neck...

Then again he might have lied a little and just said he had an itchy nose when that happened.

Of course he'd have murdered anyone else who dared to sit on his lap, just because he was behaving here didnt mean he wouldn't still straight up murder someone if he thought he could get away with it.

Lance had tried sitting on his lap once as a joke, Killian recalled letting out a literal growl, he'd even been somewhat surprised at the near primal sound, Sterling of course never tried that again.

He made his morning coffee, thankful that Walter also knew not to talk too much until he'd had it.

He walked back in and found Walter ass up in the air and nearly spat his coffee, he hadn't seen it before as his shirt had been covering it, not only was wearing his shirt but his boxers to.

Beckett who had been reaching for a magazine under the side table hit his head when he heard the sharp tone in Killian's voice

"Beckett!"

Killian winced slightly, even he felt that thud.

Walter sat up holding a hand to his head

"Yes Killian?"

"Nothing, just wanted to see if I could startle you, seems like it."

He decided not to chew him out, because perhaps he liked that he was wearing them.

Killian sat in the arm chair and put a leg over the other, hiding the subtle interest that showed his body agreed with that statement.

"You're evil."

Walter pouted rubbing his head.

"Hmm perhaps but you already knew that when you let the big bad wolf into your home, little red."

Walter was about to argue but...eh fair point.

"Still mean."

"You like it Beckett or you'd have given me your puppy eyes by now."

Killian sipped his coffee and sighed contentedly, god coffee made existence just a little easier and some days he swore he'd marry whoever made it.

He sat there half watching what was on the tv, one of Walters soap opera's which he would die before admitting he actually was invested in it.

"I swear Walter, if you were bigger than a tooth pick I would steal your clothing though I might wager I could just about put that yellow jumper over my arm."

Walter looked him over and shrugged

"Wouldn't mind if you did, I have a pair of baggy Unitee pants that might fit you though they might ride up to your knees considering our height differences."

Killian's eye twitched as he grumbled

"Id sooner be dead."

Though he was never going to admit he might have been a creep one time after Walter had slept in them and done something involving his hand just because he knew Walters cock had been right there, they'd still been warm.

Killian half buried his face into his coffee mug hoping that Walters comment hadn't been one hinting that he knew what sordid thing he'd done.

"Also not my colour Beckett."

Was all he responded.

Walter shrugged and went back to his show, flicking through his magazine, Lovey was nesting in Walters hair and glaring at Killian, oh she knew, she knew what he was doing, her look though was not one that told him to stop it.

No it was one that said HURT MY BABY I'LL PECK OUT YOUR GOOD EYE.

Killian's cheeks puffed out as he exhaled, sheesh who knew a pigeon could scream murder louder than him with just a stare.

Later that night Walter showered before bed, returned the shirt back to Killian who went back to his room, the boxers placed in the basket just under a few things prior to said shower, the basket was usually left out on the landing.

After his shower and wrapped in towels Walter had been wondering something, for a while now.

He quietly looked where he'd placed the boxers he'd worn that day in the basket... Uh-huh, just as he'd expected, they were gone, he couldn't help but smirk, oh Killian thought he was being sooooo sneaky.

Heh, no, he wasn't as quiet as he thought he was either, he could hear the subtle creak in there and soft whine no doubt into a pillow... Or biting his fist, honestly if he had metal claw he'd definitely handle himself with it to.

The first time this had happened it'd been a surprise, now it was just enticing to see how long it was before Killian would break and climb into his bed and plead for him.

Oh Walter might seem naive to the world in so, so many ways but there were somethings he was not so ignorant on either, he could walk right in there and offer a helping hand but for the time being it was far more pleasurable to hear the quite whines and play pretend Killian was begging for him, on his knees a desperate man who desired to the point of pain.

After all who didn't want someone to pursue and crave them like that.

He dried off and climbed into his own bed smiling.

Especially when the feeling was apparently mutual.

(I don't tend to go deep on my stuff I guess, what you get is what you get.)

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#BenSoloDeservedBetter

Tbh, all of Ben’s scenes were powerful/meaningful and had me bawling in the thatre today, but I still think they kinda wasted his character, or better, missed a lot of opportunities with him and didn’t handle his story arc well:

-He had little screen time/dialouge (the “No one knows me”/”But I do” bit didn’t even show up??) and barely interacted with characters other than Rey, as well as being directly talked about by the other characters. Would’ve loved a short argument between him and Hux or a heated meeting between him and Finn/Poe to see how their reactions would have changed.

-Leia didn’t mention him while talking to Rey (really missed such a part), didn’t react to his redemption because she was killed off right before, but she also didn’t even do so at all as a force ghost. It’s kinda upsetting to me that she seemed to pay attention to Rey, who is essentially a stranger taking her name, than to her own son redeeming himself and dying for his love.

- Ben’s death is what bugs me the most. I get that it was him making a selfless choice, sacrificing himself for someone he loves rather than a selfish choice against and sacrificing someone he loves like with Han and I appreciate that it was essentially him finding peace and realizing whom he loves most and what makes him happy but... idk it felt so small and unimportant in the context of the movie to me. Partly because he was so isolated from/ignored by the other characters so it only had an impact on Rey, she’s the only one who knows about it and didn’t show much emotion about it to me, especially afterwards.

To add to that I’d say that he’s just kind of... forgotten after his death? It makes me so sad that he struggles, redeems himself, realizes so much, crawls in pain to his love and saves her by giving his own life, actually smiling for the first time in the whole ST and is then never mentioned again? He’s neither mentioned by any of his family members (they are there but just help Rey instead?? Since Han was just a memory/metaphor) nor honored for his redemption and sacrifice by anyone. They could’ve just made a scene where Rey mentions him saving her to anyone, finds his lightsaber and smiles (okay that might be a bit weird but I hope y’all know what I mean), buries his helmet in the desert or makes a gravestone for him or something like that. There seems to be like... no appreciation from her side afterwards which I find so, so sad and pretty ooc for Rey. Honestly made me dislike her a bit in the end.

All this is even fueled by the fact that he just dematerializes instead of simply dying, so there is no burial like with Vader, which would’ve been a moment of intimacy and honor. She could’ve kept his clothes, but probably didn’t, even though that would’ve been sweet.

They didn’t even bother to make him appear as a force ghost goddamnit! That makes me so mad!

It was just Leia and Luke. Just... having him live on with his family in peace as a spirit after all that would’ve given out at least a little bit of hope.

But no. His redemption, sacrifice and death is just kinda glossed over like it was no big deal in the end, as if it hadn’t been such a huge theme in the ST and it’s pretty ironic that Ben got more attention and hopeful support from his family when he was evil than when he was alive and good.

To me it appears that Ben was almost punished for his redemption in a way. Even if he has done terrible things, he just shouldn’t be erased after that, especially not if the focus has always been on his inner conflict anyways.

(Ugh and don’t even get me started on the fact that he didn’t get a happy life with Rey - which they both deserved - or real revenge on Palpatine and that we never got to see his emotions towards Vader...)

I mean, maybe he did imply that it was too late for him to be saved, but I call BS since to me it was just his uncertainty speaking and a parallel to TFA. His princey unmask in TFA even implied that he was still human and that he was still able to be saved. And maybe he didn’t become a force ghost because he lives on with Rey’s soul, but heck, I WANNA SEE STUFF LIKE THAT ON SCREEEN! Not in my mind or the novels or metaphors!

(And am I the only one that feels like chunks of TFA and TLJ were ignored and the Reylo conversations were kinda a bit too... unemotional and too much focused on their parents rather than Rey and Ben? I also had the impression that Rey didn’t have much “real emotion” towards Ben in this movie? Like their love was very one-sided in the final movie?)

That being said, I really do appreciate Ben sacrificing himself for Rey, his smile, their kiss and that whole thing with him coming to peace with his father’s murder, it was beautiful and helped showing that he genuienly loved her, that he was in fact deeply regretting killing Han, and it was completely erasing his “monster”-label in my eyes, but Ben still really shouldn’t have died like that. It’s just not hopeful to me.

Furthermore, I firmly believe that they didn’t kill him off because of Han or because he couldn’t be saved, but because they had to kill off the last Skywalker to close the saga, but still...

His redemption/sacrifice/death had shockingly little impact on the other characters and story and felt very unimportant/meaningless to me. (Which is also my view on Han’s sacrifice - with Ben dying in the end, it sorta felt a lot less meanigful and - I hate to say it - like a waste. Han surely went out there because he wanted his son to live, not to die and be forgotten by everyone)

In the end, I really don’t think that JJ and his team handled the ending of Kylo’s/Ben’s story well. And I’d say that even if I wasn’t a Reylo. Ben could’ve found his peace and payed for his sins without ending like that.

#BenSoloDeservedBetter

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Hat’s Off to You

Platonic fluff, a bit silly or OOC but not a crackfic lol, 1659 words TW: S!Janus

“What’s going on here?” Patton asked as he popped up.

 After rolling his eyes and a moment of hesitation, Virgil replied, “Princey brought up some dumb idea about Janus having some weird secret hidden under his hat and now he and Logan are debating it.”

 “Well, what’s all hat about?” the moral side inquired further with a grin.

 Though Patton had expected Virgil to at least smirk at this, the latter instead protested, “Please, just get them to stop for now or something…”

 “Okay, kiddo. Sorry about Pat — uh, I mean that,” Patton corrected himself quickly before turning his attention to the other two.

 “I still think it’s probably something weird and evil, like some devil’s horns or — or pointed ears,” Roman insisted, gesturing to the vague areas that those body parts would be placed on himself.

 “If Janus were to be hiding something underneath his hat — which I still have very significant doubts about — then it would probably be a result of his half-snake composition, such as a lack of hair on that side of his head, covered by scales,” Logan chimed in with an even tone.

 “Well, yeah, maybe, but it still could be something… much more sinister that reveals how Thomas truly visualizes Deceit in his mind,” the prince suggested with a deep curiosity.

 “Wouldn’t that be you, Roman?” Patton asked with an innocent smile.

 “Wha—? No, I’m not a liar! I’m an actor but I am not Deceit,” Roman dismissed, clearly offended.

 “No, that’s not what I meant, and I was talking about Janus, not evil,” Patton said, subtly reminding Roman to be kinder about the side in question. “I meant that the way Thomas views Deceit as a concept would be your creativity, kiddo,” he explained.

 Roman paused for a moment. “I… suppose you’re right,” he agreed.

 “That would make sense, though it would still have the influence of how Thomas feels about the concept of Deceit in genera—” Logan tried to elaborate, but was cut off by Roman.

 “By Artemis’s beautiful bow, I think I know!” the creative side exclaimed with a wide gesture.

 “You’ve… decided on a guess?” Logan prompted, frowning slightly in curiosity and pushing his glasses backwards as he scanned Roman with his eyes.

 “Oh, brother, what is it now?” Virgil groaned, pulling his hood up over his head.

 “That’s the spirit! What do you think, Roman?” Patton encouraged excitedly.

 “Wolf ears,” Roman answered simply, as if the answer was obvious.

 “Uh… might’ve misheard you there, Kiddo,” Patton fretted, leaning in a bit closer in hopes of understanding Roman’s words better.

 “That… is an interesting guess. I suppose I could see some reasoning for this,” Logan mused, placing his knuckle against his lips in thought.

 “Please tell me you’re not actually considering this, dude,” Virgil pleaded, pulling his sleeves over his hands.

 “No, no, I’m serious!” Roman persisted, holding out his hands in a “wait” gesture. “From my best understanding of how Thomas views deception, he gets consistently stuck on the phrase ‘wolf in sheep’s clothing’ and sometimes he imagines liars as having certain wolf traits,” he finally explained. “Though, he usually only does that past 3am,” he added with a slight shrug before looking towards the rest of the group for approval.

 “In addition to that, Janus does seem to... work alone, if you will, with his varying goals for Thomas — a lone wolf, perhaps,” Logan elaborated, “Wolves are also regarded for their intelligence and have very complicated social dynamics, maybe tying into Janus’s ability to use charisma to his advantage. Symbolically, wolves are also regarded as confident, which he definitely exhibits.”

 “Come on, you don’t actually think Janus would have something as… as stupid as that,” Virgil disagreed, rubbing the back of his neck. Logan narrowed his eyes at the way he stumbled over his words.

 “Virgil, I expected you to be less… concerned about this matter — furthermore, to mock him for it,” the logical side deduced, tilting his head slightly in confusion. “So… either you’re embarrassed about something similar or something is wrong here,” he declared, causing the room to fall silent for a few seconds.

 “What’s wrong with Virge, Logan? Don’t just leave it all… ominous like that! It’s scary,” Patton fretted, looking at the side in question with worry.

 At that moment, Virgil showed up, shoving aside the “Virgil” that had been there before, who was pushed into the wall and reverted back into his true form.

 “Did someone say ‘scary?’” Virgil asked nonchalantly, giving Patton a quick glance before returning to glaring at Janus.

 “Deceit!!” Logan yelled, pointing at Janus.

 “Yes, yes, we’ve noticed, Logan, no need to sound the alarm, especially not so loudly,” Janus remarked.

 “Virgil!” Patton and Roman exclaimed in unison with smiles.

 “What was he doing here? What did he say?” Virgil asked, voice serious and impatient.

 “Nothing much! Since I got here, he was just denying some of Roman and Logan’s theories about what’s under his hat,” Patton recounted.

 “Yes, padre is right; that’s all the snake has done, nothing particularly evil or sinister,” Roman confirmed with a slight nod as if his valiant watch had kept Janus in check, whereas in reality he hadn’t really noticed.

 Virgil snickered. “You mean ‘cause he’s insecure about this?” he asked with a mischievous smile as he managed to snatch Janus’s hat, revealing a pair of… dark wolf ears.

 “Hah! I knew it! I called it! That was me, I was right. Got it before Logan,” Roman announced proudly before clearing his throat awkwardly and growing quiet to listen.

 “Only because it was your interpretation of symbolism,” Logan muttered under his breath, petty.

 “Aww, you’re like a teddy bear!” Patton commented with a gasp, “Or a puppy! Why would you hide this? We wouldn’t make fun of you for something so cute and nonthreatening!” He paused suddenly, realizing that he had just spoken the exact reason. “Ohh…” He grimaced slightly in guilt.

 “Yes, well, isn’t this lovely. This is exactly what I wanted, Virgil, thank you,” Janus complained in annoyance, shooting the man in question a pointed look. “It’s obvious that this is totally a part of myself that I like and wanted to share with the group.”

 “Janus, we won’t make fun of you for it, especially if you’re so insecure about it,” Patton reassured, looking around the room for agreement and receiving nods from everyone… as well as muffled snickers from Roman and Virgil.

 “Grandma, what big ears you have,” Roman murmured quietly under his breath, unable to resist the temptation.

 “What does it matter anyway? It’s clear I’m viewed as but a beast or a — a monstrous creature. Why would words make that any different?” Janus retorted to Patton, both his eyes and his phrasing giving away his hidden sadness.

 “Well, Janus, you of all sides should understand the power that words can hold,” Logan reminded tersely.

 “Regardless, Thomas could have at least chosen something scarier rather than just… an amalgamation of different animal symbols out of confusion,” Janus griped, gesturing into the air in frustration.

 “Weird is better than scary if it’s constant. Trust me on this one,” Virgil insisted, though his expression turned to one of slight… sympathy?

 “Trust isn’t exactly my strong suit,” Deceit responded, casting an unpleasant glance across the rest of the room. “I wonder why?” he added sarcastically.

 “It’s not my department either but…” Virgil trailed off, sighing. “I can’t believe I’m going to say this to you of all people,” he muttered. “But… I know what it’s like to feel different and unnecessary and — and like you’re built to just be weird, to just be the outcast,” he admitted, avoiding looking into the half-snake’s eyes. “I know what it’s like but… it’s not like that here, not with them. Not with us,” he assured, fiddling with his sleeves.

 “I think we all owe Janus an apology,” Patton pointed out. “I’m sorry for not respecting your privacy,” he said, looking at the aforementioned man with empathy.

 “I apologize for my earlier behavior. I was curious but not considerate,” Logan chimed in concisely.

 “I… suppose I’m sorry too,” Roman agreed, though he opened his mouth to say something else and closed it a moment later.

 “I guess I shouldn’t have… done that,” Virgil mumbled, handing Janus his hat back. “But you shouldn’t have impersonated me either.”

 “Very well, very well… I’m sorry for taking your place and deceiving you,” Janus replied, “though it did take them quite a while to catch on…”

 “It is indeed odd that Janus’s impersonation of you is much more accurate than of me or Patton,” Logan commented, frowning again in contemplation.

 “And that Virgil already knew about Janus’s ears,” Roman added, looking at Virgil in confusion.

 “Well, I —” Virgil began nervously.

 “— The little brat has done this before, you see,” Janus excused as he interrupted the anxious side. “It was terribly irritating,” he recalled about the false event, examining his nails through his gloves. “And yes, I’m afraid that the emo is the simplest to mimic -- it’s dreadfully easy,” he mocked, though said emo looked up at him when he realized that Janus had just… covered for him and his past as a dark side. That was not anywhere near what Virgil had expected.

 “Ah, that would make sense,” Logan accepted with a slight nod.

 “I, for one, still can’t decide whether his fluffy little ears are scary or, uh, adorable,” Roman admitted.

 Janus scoffed and examined his nails through his glove. “If you’re disturbed by this, wait until you find out what Remus hides under his mustache,” he pointed out.

 After a beat of silence, every other side in the room turned to him in a mixture of surprise, fear, and disgust, all exclaiming some variation of “hold up,” “wait,” or “what?!” Except for Patton, who simply remarked, “Well, I suppose we must-ask him later” with a chuckle.