Modern Fantasy Headcanons #2

As a twosday 2/22/22 special Homestuck is trending at #2 for the 2nd time in 2022

Anyone else look at their favorite characters and just desperately hope they get like an actual friend. Like maybe they have friends in canon but they clearly aren't actually all that close with them so they're still alone. And you just sit there wanting to scream because you could be that friend. Like sure having a close friend won't fix all their issues but jesus they need a shoulder to fucking cry on and someone who will just hold them for a long while without expecting something in return for it. Like. Am I just incredibly queer or is this a universal thing? Because I don't know if anyone else just wants to wrap their fav in a blanket and hand them tissues and comfort food while they wail their heart out and vent. But I sure fucking do.

Tagora Gorjek x Reader

He ran at a temperature best described as lukewarm, it was always the first thing you were reminded of when you spent time with him. He wasn’t the coldest of the trolls you knew of course. Granted, neither of you got to do so as much as you’d have liked. He was a busy troll and you had your own things to stress over. Your chats and gossip were usually reserved for facetime on whatever app or device happened to be handy. Tagora had a strict schedule and while yours was more hectic due to family matters he always made time to talk. But luckily for you both of you had found the time to hang out in person again. It was a breath of fresh air- even if the pampering made you squirm. You knew that Tagora liked having a ‘spa buddy’ but that didn’t mean you didn’t feel bad for him spending all that money on you. As much as he made up a big deal about your debt to him you also knew him well enough now to know he was full of shit. He was throwing prices out there and not keeping track of what you owed at all. That and he wouldn’t let you pay him back even when you did have the money. He liked spoiling you for some asinine reason though you were getting better at returning the favor. 

Like now. A bottle of iridescent teal tail polish and that Starbucks he liked so much sitting on the little bedside table and a couple of ridiculously fluffy bathrobes- it’d been a dent to your wallet but that was fine really- you were finally going to hang out together. You’d both planned this day weeks in advance and Tagora hadn’t shut up about all the new products he wanted to try with you. Some of it you’d looked up and nearly had a heart attack at the prices. You knew you shouldn’t have checked the prices on the products because it always led to you being anxious about using them but there were a few troll products humans couldn’t use without consequences and you liked to be careful. Luckily Tagora was almost as vigilant as you when it came to products. Which was why you were both reclined on the human bed he’d gotten just for the two of you, your skin was so silky smooth now it felt like you’d gotten rid of a years worth of grime. It also smelled nice- certainly not as strong as most human products were. Just a faint scent that you wouldn’t have noticed if it weren’t for the sheer amount of it you’d both used. Somewhere in Tagora’s hive you could hear Ferret dad scuttling around and the soft sound of Tagora breathing. The bed shifted and you opened an eye to watch him grab his Starbucks from the table and sit up slightly. He looked peaceful laying back with you and drinking that sugary monstrosity. The rigid way he usually help himself had melted away to loose shoulders and half lidded eyes. They were filling out more with teal lately- an indicator of an adult molt coming up. He’d mentioned it a couple of times asking you to check in on his lusus when the molt hit and make sure nothing in his fridge rotted. That bit of biology lesson had been enlightening as well as deeply disturbing. It also saddened you to think Ferret dad would be leaving to find a new charge soon. Reaching over you grabbed Tagora’s free hand and gave it a squeeze. His lips twitched around his straw as he squeezed back. This was your favorite part of your spa days, just relaxing together. Being able to reach out and hold hands when you wanted to. He gave you a gentle tug as he leaned back over to set his drink on the table. When he settled again there was that familiar sly grin- sharp teeth poking out from behind black lips- that told you he had some sort of juicy gossip to share with you. 

“You won’t believe what I overheard the other day.” He started, voice hushed with glee. Oh, you thought with your own smile, this was going to be good. 

I may be at work right now but istg if I have time tonight I'm gonna be posting so much more stuff.

A little tasting menu of what I have done and waiting to be posted after this damn work shift:

Lights Part 5

Voidrot!Female Reader x Sollux

Fnaf drabble request that had me cackling and wishing I had a decent drawing tablet.

The horniest sacrilegious altar/confessional booth porn I've never been more delighted to see in my inbox.

And some other stuff that I'm going to try and work on today after work if I get the time!

No, Comrade Lesbian. We haul

Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High?

In the warmth and safety of your bed you tried to ignore the way your phone was buzzing lost in the sheets. You had decided to stay home for once instead of letting your friends rope you into going to some party you didn’t want to be miserable at. Instead you’d enjoyed some alone time and crawled into bed as it had grown darker outside. Being home, on Earth, was still a surreal experience for you. But after the destruction of Alternia and the mass exodus of trolls fleeing the carnage you had slowly tried to come to terms with it. Which all yet again led to your predicament. Again your phone buzzed and giving into demands you picked it up and checked your messages. 

Most of them were pictures of the party you had declined to go to, all from Cirava. Scrolling mindlessly through them you paused on his last few texts. 

‘Where are you lmao’

‘Thought I saw you sneak out carrying your shoes’

‘I still need those back btw lol’

Sighing heavily you already knew the guy was higher than a damn kite. He usually was when he deigned to go to parties and if you weren’t with him he had a tendency to pull shit like this. Another message pinged through.

‘Must have been dreaming of bumping into you or something lmao’

It could have been a sweet compliment. Unfortunately things were never that simple. Letting the phone slip out of your grasp and back onto the bed you rolled over and tried to get some sleep. You’d managed to doze for a short bit before your phone began to buzz more insistently. Groaning in frustration you snatched it from your side and squinted angrily at the photoshopped image of Cirava on a moisturewave background. Rolling your eyes you hit decline on the call. Just as soon as you had done so the phone lit up again with his caller ID. Hitting decline again you checked the time and felt another swell of annoyance. 

‘Its 3 AM Cirava’

‘I’m tryna change your mind lmao’

‘Why’d you only call me when you’re high?’ 

Letting the phone fall onto your chest you tried to take a deep breath. He was just high and lonely. You didn’t want to be cruel but it was truthful, he really only called you when he was high. Always trying to talk you into something or another but tonight you were going to stay home and ignore it. You could apologize in the morning but not now, not tonight. Again your phone rang and in a fit of frustration you finally answered it, cutting Cirava off mid greeting. 

“Hi.” You replied flatly, “Why’d you only call me when you’re high?” 

“Lemme get somewhere darker.” He shouted over the music in the background, you knew he was only going to talk the same shit he always did. “I need a partner.” 

You sighed, doubting he could hear it over the noise. 

“Well, are you out tonight?” He continued. 

“Cirava its getting harder and harder to get you to listen, you know that right?” 

“What?” He shouted clearly not having heard you. 

“You’re incapable of making alright decisions, always having bad ideas.” 

“Its only three in the morning,” He scoffed, “and I’m tryin’ to change your mind.” 

You stayed silent. Frustration was back along with old hurt. 

“I left you multiple missed calls-,”

Unable to stand it anymore you cut him off.

“Why’d you only call me when you’re high?” You asked. Maybe it was the hurt talking or maybe you still wanted a genuine answer. Either way you knew you wouldn’t get one. For a moment the other side of the line was silent and you wondered if he’d hung up on you. 

“I can’t see you here.” He spoke, voice surprisingly subdued, “ Wonderin’ where I am.” 

What was that supposed to mean? Did he like jerking you around for his own amusement?

“It sort of feels like I’m runnin’ out of time.” He sighed, you could hear the rustle of fabric and realized abruptly that it was silent on the other side, “I haven’t found all I was hoping to find.” 

“Cirava-,”

“I know you said you gotta be up early in the morning, ‘gotta have an early night’, but I’m worried I’m startin’ to bore you, baby.” The use of the human pet name had you on edge. Cirava rarely bothered to use it. 

“Then call me when you’re no longer high.” You replied softer than you’d like. 

You knew he wouldn’t. 

He only called you when he was high. 

Me trying to hammer out as much writing as I can before life gets me in chokehold once more-

Victory Spoils

Mallek Adalov x Male!Reader

When you made this bet you had phrased it as a half joke. Nothing serious, easily waved off as two immature idiots having a go at each other. A ‘winner takes all’ type of deal, hell you figured Mallek would forget the original bet after a few rounds. 

Empty chip bags littered the ground, their shiny surfaces only illuminated by the glow of the TV as Mallek destroyed you at COD. You were half convinced he was cheating, Call of Duty wasn’t even an Alternian game. That was why you’d picked it. In all your years on Alternia you hadn’t found a single troll equivalent that wasn’t flarping. Which- terrifying honestly. With troll’s propensity for violence you figured COD would have had its debut on a planet like this. But it hadn’t and so you had ignorantly assumed this would be the game you’d beat Mallek at. 

“There is no possible way you aren’t cheating!” You shouted barely maintaining your grip on the controller not to throw it across the room as you threw your arms in the air. How was he this good at it? He had to be cheating there was no way-

“Maybe you just suck at this dude.” He shrugged teasingly, a grin spreading across his face as you spluttered indignantly. 

Glaring up at him from where you’d taken the floor and a pillow to get comfy you only grew more enraged by his clear enjoyment of your loss. 

“Bullshit! How are you good at this?! COD isn’t even on Alternia!”

“Ha!” He laughed, “You call this ‘COD’? That = ridiculous. Start the next round.” 

“Oh fuck you.” You snapped turning back to the screen. With your back to him you missed the way Mallek seemed to zero in on the game with a single minded focus that would have been terrifying to be on the receiving end of. You had no idea what you’d just dangled in front of him with your bet, and how could you? He’d been nothing but careful in making sure you had no idea. 

You were his robobuddy after all.

He’d entertained round after round of this game, ruthlessly tearing through enemies in a way that would have brought a tear of pride to The Empress herself. In the beginning he’d briefly entertained the thought of letting you win a round or two, just to prolong the inevitable, but it died in the face of your clear indignation at being thwarted in your own playing field. Now he was simply driving the losses home with each and every win he stacked up. 

Groaning in defeat you tossed the controller aside. The bet entirely forgotten as you grumbled and pouted to no one in particular. 

“Damn. I guess I’ll have to find another game to beat you at, huh Mallek?” You hummed, regaining some of your cheer as you stood and stretched out your back. It popped satisfyingly as you bent yourself nearly in half. Behind you Mallek was unusually silent.

“Mallek?” You questioned turning towards him in concern. In a flash you found yourself pinned under him to the couch. 

“I win.” He hummed, settling himself between your legs contentedly. Stretching himself out like a snake as he got comfortable you could only blink up at him in momentary confusion.

“Uh, yeah..?”

Mallek’s smile was snake-like as he stared down at you and it took more strength of will than you were comfortable with not to shift in arousal. God you hoped you weren’t about to pop a boner that would be beyond awkward. You felt like prey and not in the scary ‘you’re going to die way’ either. He settled further on top of you, arms bracketing your head as he continued staring. Swallowing thickly you found yourself staring back at him. 

“Remember your little bet?” He asked leaning down further, it took a minute for your brain to catch up. Breath caught in your lungs and eyes wide you attempted to back up only to realize how futile it was when you were already pressed into the couch. 

“Oh-,” There were about fifty excuses you could think of off the top of your head.

Every last one of them fled the minute Mallek said those next little words that sealed your fate completely. 

“I’m gonna own you.” 

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