#for once in your life moon raccoon for ONCE in your life

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Each Era of Leon finding out about your pregnancy:

Leon Kennedy x AFAB!Reader Warnings: Fluff, Pregnancy, Self- Doubt, Light Angst, Drinking, Alcoholism, Depression,

RE2, RE4R, Infinite Darkness, Damnation, Vendetta, RE6, Death Island

RE2:

You found out before he was set to go to transfer to Raccoon City.

Leon went ahead before you, falling into his old drinking habits making him feel awful. He spent the night in a Motel as he frantically tried to find a living situation for you both before you moved out with him.

Once that was settled, he was due to start his new job, only to be faced with the events of Raccoon City. He spent the entire night thanking the heavens you hadn't come out to him yet.

It was radio silence from him for weeks, he had given you a panicked phone call asking you to move in with your parents and he would try to get back, news slowly filtered into your town about the nuke going off. With the pregnancy hormones, it was a rough first trimester.

You didn't actually get to tell him until he showed up on your doorstep looking different, his eyes were tired and almost looked empty like he was being haunted by something.

He sat you down in your room, talking to you about everything. His head was in your lap as he silently wept mourning the loss of his life he was so sure was going to happen.

You broke the news then, pulling out a box full of tests that you had kept.

He was silent at first. His eyes were puffy and red as he stared at the stick in his fingers.

He wanted to give you an over-the-moon reaction but his fear was justified, he had just seen nightmares...living nightmares and now he was meant to bring in a child to this world.

You knew about his promise to the government to protect that little girl, that is how you knew he was going to be a good dad...was still a good person even if he didn't seen it yet.

Before he was sent off to his training, with a final kiss he promised to come back to you no matter what...back to the both of you. His way of telling you he had accepted his new title and a silent promise that he would do everything in his power to be there for the both of you as much as possible. Even with the circumstances.

RE4R:

You had known Leon for a while meeting him in the office with Hunnigan as you helped her deal with the long night on the Spain mission.

Neither of you had actually made anything official, Leon wasn't in the right headspace for that title. Which is why it was a panic when you saw you were pregnant a week after he came back from Spain.

Apparently in your drunken celebrations of him not dying you both forgot about protection.

Leon was still being thrown into work so the only time you really saw him was around the office or before he was sent away. Yet he still noticed something was wrong.

You were running to the bathroom more often and spent breaks at your desk instead of the break room. Avoided certain foods he knew you loved.

Eventually, he felt the need to ask you. What better way to do that than to send an ominous text about him coming over.

You were nervous, panicking thinking he wanted sex and if you could even keep up with him due to your extreme amounts of fatigue.

He was chill when you answered the door, expression gentle...even smiling compared to the normal brooding look he displayed.

Then came the question 'Are you okay?'

Hormones got the best of you there and it all came spilling out. He took it like a champ bringing you into his body to comfort you. (I like to think after Ashley he became more open to physical affection if he initiated it.)

Suspect he's silent with shock as he tries to process things. Probably making you feel worse. Eventually, he talks explaining that he's happy for it and I think it would be the final push for him to actually commit to you and use titles.

Goes home and feels all giddy inside; he's still young and this just gives him something else to keep fighting for

Infinite Darkness:

He's not given up fully yet with life, still has a spring in his step but he's busy. Really busy.

In what others would say is the height of his career he wouldn't be able to commit to a relationship really, optionally sleeping around instead.

He's hot and he knows it

Ending with a similar situation to RE4 Leon where it's really unexpected. You find out whilst he's there though, I imagine the relationship he has with you is more friends with benefits.

You were going to do it that night anyway he just interrupted. You had taken the test and were waiting for the results when he knocked on the door.

You answered and forgot about the test on the side, both of you getting lost in the TV etc.

He went to the bathroom and saw the test, he saw the results first. However, he doesn't know if you are sleeping with anyone other than him so he doesn't say anything.

It's not until you go to the bathroom that you remember and have your own mini freak out. You come back into the living room, face paled and tears in your eyes.

He offers comfort anyway, being respectful and waiting for you to tell him if you want to.

It slips out anyway.

He's scared at first and goes slightly frigid. I don't think he's really in a place to want the child so he tries to be respectful and working on your terms.

Despite not being ready to enter a relationship I think he would do it for you, every other person is a one-night stand compared to you he comes back for more. Even promises to stop sleeping around.

You try a relationship, ignoring the pregnancy, to begin with until everything sort of clicks in place. When it does he's super excited.

Buying all the books and anything you might need; if he's going to work lots might as well spend it on making sure you and his babe get a good start.

RE6:

I'd say things are where his life really starts to tip. He's a fugitive for months, pretends to be dead etc and afterwards, I think it's where he starts to go downhill.

That being said, you are already in a relationship with him and have been for a while. He's not sure how he got you but he did. It's been about 2 years since you got together.

You know what he does for work and you both try to do what's best for each other and that works well for the both of you.

You find out before the beginning of RE6, meaning when you hear a knock on the door you expect to find him coming home with some corny joke only to be met with the flag and 2 agents.

You fall into a slump, trying your best to keep going for the little one he gifted you before he died; watching the horrors on the news wondering if it's even worth doing without him.

So when you get a knock on the door around 2 months into the pregnancy you are shocked, angry and happy. I'm surprised Leon didn't get whiplash.

You knew it was not his fault, he had no other option and you're very glad he's okay.

But you are mad...very mad.

He hates that he's done this to you, falling heavily into his drinking when you've gone to bed. For the pain he caused you and the events themselves still haunt you.

The relationship would have failed if it wasn't for the baby being in the equation. So he works to keep it under control and you slowly pull yourself out of the depression you fell into.

Slowly you work it out together, moving only forward until you calm down and are ready for the next chapter.

Damnation:

Poor guy barely gets his pussy breakfast with the amount he's still being sent out.

He's genuinely surprised he even made a child with the amount of quick fucks he's had with you instead of the long loving sessions he assumed he would have had should you both make the decision to start trying.

When you tell him at first he's over the moon, probably actually gives you the biggest reaction off the bat out of all the eras.

However, that's until he's left with his thoughts. You're laying in his arms, his hand is resting on your stomach and he starts to doubt himself.

He's thinking about if he would be a good dad, is he going to treat you well, can he commit to you as much as he would want to.

Full-blown panic mode

You noticed, of course you did. Always observant. And you force him to talk about, set aside the bottle and actually voice the concerns allowed.

Then once he's calmed, he'll go back to being happy. Already boasting about it at work.

Vendetta:

Despite this being the worst time period of his life. Where everything just feels too much. I don't think he would react negatively or refuse to accept it in any way.

I think he just thinks he won't be able to be a good dad and it sours his mood even further.

You both took the test together after you raised concerns about your period. He went out and got them, the whole ordeal feeling strange. His stomach is gurgling and swirling but not because of the alcohol for once.

He's so happy to be a dad that he is now just panicking about it but in a way where he's more worried for you. And what could go wrong with you.

At this point you are the one constant thing in his life, the only thing he keeps actually going for. Anyone could reference you when they mention a mission to him and he's all for it. You are the reason he keeps beating and going.

So he goes down the rabbit hole of the worst that could happen. Googling things, reading them in books, the doctors talking.

He's in Colorado not because he wanted to leave you alone but because he just needed a minute.

Chris helps him get up, trust that you'll be okay. And to fight one last fight.

When he does he's fighting for you and the baby, it's so worth it when he comes back. Arms full of things for you.

And he really kicks in to get sober now, to better himself for you and the baby, to ensure he can be the best dad he can be.

Death Island:

He was prepared for this. It's a little later than he wanted, but his life has never really been his.

When you proposed the idea he wasn't keen at first considering himself too old to have children, then he got carried away with his thoughts and he needed to do it.

Like he was insatiable until you were pregnant.

When you were, he was over the moon. Telling everyone the next day; sending you flowers and bringing home treats. You are a goddess now and he will treat you as such.

He's reading all the books and knows more than you at this point.

I feel like he's the type to try and cook food based on the baby's measurements that week and either he's a really good cook meaning it's great or it's just nice he tried.

He's getting all the adverts on Facebook etc about useful products and buying with other a second thought even if they are a scam.

He's already planning out the nursery with you. Like you need to take away his access to money at this point.

[icarustypicalfall]

Exciting don't you think?

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Leon Kennedy x fem!reader

summary he is too oblivious to notice, bless his foolish heart and pretty eyes.

warnings re2 leon Kennedy, sorta open ending? fluff, mentions of murder and serial killing, short drabble :3

note my hyper fixation is alive y'all, i am not over the infinite darkness leon, but re2 leon is so sweet. sorry if it's inaccurate this is one of the rare times where i post something other than the cod fics. enjoy and ily

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“[he] is only slain by stab after stab, and loves on till the last drop of life blood drips away”

Raccoon City, what a magnificent place to be! The soft notes of jazz filled the air, permeating your car as you gracefully cruised through the night. Darkness reigned, with a sprinkling of stars and a glowing moon casting its ethereal light upon the road. It was a wonderful night, such a night as is only possible when we are young.

Ah, speaking of youth, you spotted a youthful-looking police officer on the side of the road, gesturing for you to pull over.

Darn it.

Trouble was certainly brewing. You were well aware that the curfew had already passed, a precautionary measure implemented by the government to safeguard citizens from a recent spate of serial killings. They were secretive about the details, as always.

With a heavy sigh, you glanced in the rearview mirror. Thoughts raced through your mind as you turned off the engine, coming to a halt just as the officer approached your vehicle.

Taking a moment to double-check the weapon holstered at his side, the officer—Leon, made his way towards you. A gentle cough escaped his lips before he rested his forearm on the window, knocking lightly to signal for you to lower it.

As you complied, a sweet smile adorned your face, emitting an aura of innocence. The cold breeze crept under Leon's skin, causing him to shiver. He couldn't help but be captivated by your alluring smile and daring attire, a testament to your mischievous nature. Despite his best efforts to maintain composure, his heartbeat quickened as he mustered the courage to speak, attempting to avoid any stammering. "Your registration and identity papers, miss.."

You obliged, handing him the requested documents and, for a fleeting moment, your fingers brushed against each other. Your mischievous self reveled in his bashfulness, as his cheeks flushed, and he retreated to his patrol car to inspect your records. Meanwhile, you remained still, leaning against the window with an impish grin.

Leon returned, his voice barely above a whisper as he returned your papers. "It is past curfew, miss. May I know why you are out?"

Your smile grew wider as you locked eyes with him, finding him rather intriguing. His baby blues avoided your gaze as he fidgeted with the door. With a grin, you replied, "I was with a friend, officer. I assure you, I am a good girl."

Leon gulped, nervously rubbing his neck as the blush continued to stain his cheeks. These formalities were unfamiliar territory for him, making him all the more flustered. Softly, he whispered, a gentle smile gracing his lips as he leaned closer to the window. "Alright, miss... I mean, call me Leon."

You asked, finding the play rather too attempting not to."Tell me Leon, do you always work alone so late?"

He shook his head, feeling his insides flatter with warmth, none had really shown interst in his job before. He replied in a hushed tone still smiling.

"No, I usually don't work alone at such late hours. This is my first time."

Ah, still so young, you thought to yourself.

No, not him.

You nodded, sealing his cheek with a tender kiss. Leon blushed once again, pulling away and watching in awe as you started the car. "Take care miss!"

He called out, and you laughed, "I do enjoy a little danger, Leon."

He observed as you drove off, his heart fluttering with an unfamiliar sensation. Unfortunately, he was oblivious to the crimson stain on your shirt or the axe resting in the back seat.

The following morning, Leon couldn't believe his eyes when he saw your picture in the newspaper. The headline screamed of the capture of the notorious serial killer who had slain a cop while being stopped during the curfew.

You did that in order to silence the persistent officer who had stopped you right after Leon. Caught red-handed, the only thing on your mind was those mesmerizing baby blues... too precious, too angelic. You contented yourself with leaving a mark on his cheek and etching a core memory in his heart.

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In The Way I Need You | Part 4

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➪in which clay becomes more and more aware of his feelings for you, and you grow more and more attached to both him and joey.

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Clay Beresford: Stuck at work for a bit longer today. Are you able to get Joey ready for bed again? 

You glanced up at the kid who was sitting on the living room floor, his head propped up on a pillow as he skimmed through a picture book. You had babysat a lot of kids throughout high school, but Joey was by far the cutest and sweetest child you had ever met. You had grown so attached to him in so little time, and you were beginning to fear that maybe being around him and his dad so much would end badly, but you didn’t want your time with them to ever end. 

Clay was so kind and not at all like the stereotypical rich guy who just cares about his job and money. He adored his kid and had a close relationship with his mother and so obviously cared deeply about those around him. You met him because he had helped you out with directions, surely making himself late for work because of that, but never rushed during the entire time you and him talked. 

He was about to single-handedly ruin your standards for men.

Of course I can. He just finished dinner, so I’ll let him relax for a bit before putting him in the bath. 

Clay Beresford: Thank you. I’ll pay you extra again for the trouble. Just tell him I’ll be there before he falls asleep so I can say goodnight to him. 

No need to pay extra. Got more than enough last night, Mr Businessman. I’ll let him know. See you later. 

You set your phone down and got off the couch. Sitting on the carpet next to Joey, you ruffle his hair a bit and smile at the laugh that escapes him. “Would you like me to read to you before your bath?” You offer and he nods, sitting up and moving onto your lap. 

You wrap your arms around him and begin reading The Kissing Hand. Once you are done, Joey leans back against you and plays with the charms on your bracelet. “That book is like my dad and I,” he says and your heart swells and breaks at the same time. 

The Kissing Hand was a book about a mother raccoon and son raccoon, and you were once again reminded that the sweet kid on your lap was robbed of his own mother at such a young age. 

Not because she tragically died or anything. No, she willingly left both him and Clay as if she thought she could live a better life somewhere else without them in it. 

Your eyes stung a bit as you leaned down and kissed the top of his head before you began to really think about it. “You love your dad, huh?”

He nods and looks at the picture on the front of the book. “He’s my best friend,”

You blink away the few tears that formed as you stand up with him in your arms. “You’re sweet, you know that?” You murmur as you carry him upstairs and into the bathroom. “Do you want a lot of bubbles or only a little?” You ask as you turn the water on and look at him from over your shoulder. 

He gives you a crooked smile from his spot on the footstool. “Grandma puts a lot in. Daddy doesn’t,”

You smile back as you stand up. “Looks like you’re getting a lot tonight,”

After letting him sit in the bath for a while and then helping him change into his pajamas, you sit next to him on his bed as he tries to decide what book he wanted you to read to him. “Read this one?” He held up Lullaby Moon and you were powerless to stop yourself from agreeing. 

You were both tired by the time you finished reading it, and you had to fight off a few yawns as you set the book aside. “Did you have a good day?” You asked as you smoothed out his hair. 

Joey nodded and snuggled closer to your side. “I like it when you’re here,” he mumbled and your heart swooned a bit. 

“Yeah?” You hum with a grin. “I like it, too.”

He closes his eyes and holds onto his teddy bear. “When will daddy be home?”

“Soon, buddy,” you answer, looking over at the clock on the wall and seeing that it was nearing eight thirty. Clay must’ve gotten held up even more since he said he would be home by now, but you honestly didn’t mind sitting with Joey when he was all sleepy like this.

He was ridiculously cute and was practically Clay’s twin, and you were quickly realizing that you would rather be here with them than anywhere else. You were becoming too attached to them far too soon, and you knew you needed to get a hold of yourself. 

“He always tucks me in,” Joey whined quietly and you think your heart physically cracked a bit at that. 

“He’ll be home soon, Joey,” you promised, standing up and tugging on his covers. “It won’t be as good as the way your dad tucks you in, but can I try? See if it helps you get more comfortable?”

He nods and you take it upon yourself to gently shove the blankets under his body and position his pillow so his head was resting on it a bit better. 

“How’s that?” You ask as you kneel next to his bed. 

“Good,” he smiled and reached out to grab your hand.

“What?” You asked when you saw that his eyes were open again and he was staring up at you. “What’s the matter?”

“I miss daddy,” he answers and you could hear the quiver in his voice. 

You pout down at him and lean in to kiss the top of his head. “I know you do,” you murmur. “He’ll be back soon. Would you like me to stay with you until he gets home?”

When Joey nods, you move so you’re sitting on the carpet next to his bed, your back against the side of it and your hand locked with his smaller one. 

And as you waited for Clay to get back, the soft sounds Joey made as he fell asleep slowly but surely had your eyes shutting and your own body giving into sleep as well. 

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“Yes, mother, I’ll let her know,” Clay muttered as he entered the house and quietly shut the door behind him, despite knowing that no one would have been able to hear it, anyway. “I’ll see you next week.”

“You’ll take care of yourself, right?” Lilith asked and he could hear the worry laced in her voice. “Maybe you should have Y/n stay over to keep an eye on you.”

“Jesus, mom, I’m twenty seven years old,” he grunted as he shoved his keys into his pocket and ascended the stairs. “She’s here to look after my kid, not yours.”

“I just worry about you, Clay,” she said quietly, making him sigh as he poked his head into the living room. He knew he wouldn’t find Joey or you in there, but he still checked anyway. 

He had gotten home much later than he expected to, and he was a bit annoyed at how his meeting went today. At about four PM he was ready to call it a day and he wanted nothing more than to go home to his kid and maybe chat up his babysitter a bit before having an early night in, but clearly that didn’t happen at all. 

“Don’t stress yourself out,” he said in a much calmer tone as he looked in the kitchen as well. He found that it was once again spotless, and his mood lifted considerably at that. His eyes narrowed at the pots drying on the dish rack, a small smile forming on his lips as he realized that you had made pasta. Joey’s favorite. “I’ll be fine. You have a nice trip, alright?”

“I’m here for business, Clay. I’d hardly call that a trip,”

The call ended not long after that as he made his way up to the third floor and peeked his head into his son’s room. While he was expecting to find Joey asleep, what was not expecting was to see you sleeping right next to him with your head on his bed and your legs folded on the floor. 

The position you had fallen asleep in would surely result in a stiff neck tomorrow, but even that didn’t seem like a good enough reason to wake you. Joey’s fingers were tangled with yours, and you both looked so peaceful, it felt like Clay’s heart had skipped a beat. 

Or he was having another heart attack at the scene in front of him. 

It was perhaps the sweetest sight he had ever seen, putting aside all the times he’s watched Joey fall asleep, and he truly didn’t think he had the strength to wake you up. 

He knew he needed to, and he knew he would begin to feel like a total creep if he were to wait any longer, so with a quiet sigh, he makes his way over to you. Kneeling down, he smiles at his son before reaching out and gently shaking your shoulder. “Y/n?” He called quietly, pulling his hand away when he saw your eyes open. 

Your gaze met his and he watched as your eyes filled with a bit of confusion. “Clay, hi,” you mumble, sitting up and looking behind you at Joey. You turn back to Clay with wide eyes and a nervous look on your face. “Oh, God, I’m so sorry I fell asleep. I put him in bed and he wanted me to sit with him until you got home then I accidentally fell asleep somehow, and-”

“Hey,” he cut you off with a laugh, getting off his knees and crouching next to you instead. “Why are you apologizing? It’s okay.”

“It’s unprofessional,” you corrected as you rubbed your face roughly. “What if I forgot to lock the door and someone broke in? Or something else happened to Joey and I missed it because I was sleeping? God, this is so embarrassing.”

Clay laughed quietly and gently took your hands in his when you kept them pressed against your face. “It’s fine, Y/n, really. Joey’s fine,” he assured you, pulling your hands away from your face. “You fed him, got him ready for bed and stayed with him until he fell asleep. I don’t care that you fell asleep, too. The door was locked so you weren’t being unsafe or anything. It’s fine.”

His hands were still holding yours, and he hesitantly pulled them away after realizing that - though he really didn’t want to.

You give him an embarrassed smile. “Okay,” you reluctantly murmur, watching as he stands up to his full height and holds his hand out to you. You take it and he pulls you up with little to no effort at all. “Thanks.”

He smiles down at you, his mind begging him to be selfish and say something that would get you to stay a little while longer. “Any plans after this?” He asks and you shake your head, lifting your shoulders in a form of a stretch. 

“No, I was just going to have an early night in,” you say with a shy smile.

Clay knew he had no business asking you what he was about to ask you, but he didn’t really care at the moment. He just witnessed you and his son in the cutest scene ever, his brain was a fuzzy mess at this point. “Would you like to stay for a bit? Other than the day we met, you and I haven’t talked much. You know, one on one. Maybe we can get to know each other better,” he suggested, his eyes a bit wide as he looked for any clues that would indicate you were uncomfortable. For safe measure he added, “Only if you want to.”

Your smile grew a bit at his words, and suddenly he felt less nervous. “Yeah, I’d love to,”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,”

And that was how he found himself sitting next to you on the couch in his living room. Yeah, maybe he was a bit too close to you, and yeah, maybe this lighting was making you look like something straight out of heaven, but Clay was still well aware of the fact that nothing could happen between the two of you. He was your source of income, for fucks sake. Nothing can happen.

“So, I graduated at the top of my class then moved as far as I could with the money I had saved up. They don’t tell you how expensive places are in the big city until you’re stranded in it,” you say as you lean back against the couch, a pillow placed on your lap like last time. “That’s how I found myself scrambling to find a job. I lucked out when I ran into you, oddly enough.”

Clay grinned at that as he believed that he was the lucky one. His kid adored you and it was clear you adored his kid. You were kind and genuine and you thought about both him and Joey. His mind went back to the first night you made him dinner, and the cute note you left with it. 

The same note that was still stuck to his alarm clock right now.

His mothers words echoed in the back of his head and he debated on whether or not it was too soon to ask you if you are able to stay the night so you can get Joey ready in the mornings. “I think Joey and I are the lucky ones,” he says instead. “That kid loves you already.”

You grin over at him with that pretty smile of yours and Clay felt the heat rush to his face, feeling like he didn’t really deserve to be at the center of your attention right now. Sam really fucked him up and he knew it would take a long time for him to feel whole again now that he didn’t have her anymore, but it didn’t seem so bad ever since he met you. You, for some reason, made everything seem a bit easier. “I’m glad,” you say quietly, despite Clay moving the two of you downstairs and into the living room so you wouldn’t wake Joey up with your conversation. “You’ve got a cute kid, Clay. He is far too sweet for his own good.”

Before Clay could stop himself or think about his words, he blurted out, “You and him have that in common,” he knew how inappropriate that sounded and he also knew he needed to take it back somehow or find a way to make it sound less…weird. 

But you just smile again and look away. “Well, I don’t know where I get it from, but Joey for sure gets it from his dad,” you responded and Clay had to turn away as he felt his face heat up once again.

He debated on whether or not he should just go for it and ask if you are available to stay over for a few nights. Fuck it. What’s he got to lose other than a really great babysitter? “Hey, uh….are you able to stay over from Sunday night to late Wednesday? It’s just my mom is out on this trip and I would be late for work if I were to try to get Joey ready for school on my own. There’s a guest room a few doors down from mine,”

You studied his face for a bit and he could see the smile you were fighting off as you leaned back against the couch. “Sleepovers with the Beresfords?” You tease with a small grin. “I’m honored.”

Clay forced out a laugh as he scratched the back of his neck. “Yeah, well, you help out so much around here, and Joey would be so happy to have you around for that long,” he said then quickly added, “If you’re not able to or already have plans that’s fine. I’ll figure something else out-”

“Clay, I think we’ve already established that my social life is lacking severely at the moment,” you laughed and leaned over a bit, giving him a hint of the sweet vanilla scent of your perfume. “I’d love to stay over and help get Joey ready for school. Hey, maybe I can even help clean up this place. It’s pretty messy.”

You laugh again when Clay looks around the damn near spotless living room before he shakes his head with a smile. “Have at it,” he said back then met your eyes. You looked so pretty right now, the lamp on the side table illuminating only half your face, but you still looked so pretty. He could kiss you right now. He wanted to. Fuck, did he want to. 

Professional, Clay. Keep it professional. She’s your kid’s hot babysitter, get over it. 

He could tell himself that all he wanted, but it wouldn’t make him any more interested in actually pursuing it. “Thanks,” he said in response to your agreement. 

You smiled again and Clay felt himself leaning closer to you just slightly. He could do it right now. Say fuck it and see what it felt like to kiss you after imagining it from day one. 

Nothing can happen. Nothing can happen. Nothing can happen. 

You were a mere few inches away now, and you were clearly waiting for him to make the next move. He wanted to, so badly. 

But he waited too long. He thought about it too much and now you are pulling away with a sheepish look on your face. “It’s getting late,” you say quietly as you stand up. “I should get going.”

Clay made a move to stand up as well. “I’ll walk you to the door,”

You nodded and allowed him to guide you out of the living room and down to the first floor, where the two of you fell into your routine of him wishing you a goodnight and requesting you to let him know you got home safely before watching you get into a cab and head home.

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Shorter chapter since I am drowning in assignments, but sleepovers are next ;)

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Coffee & Secrets (7)

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Pairing: Rookie Cop! Leon x Barista! Fem! Reader

Summary: As a cozy coffee shop owner in Raccoon City, you’re no stranger to visitors seeking comfort, quiet, and warmth. When a rookie officer named Leon finds a kindred spirit in you, it sets in motion a chain of events that forever changes the course of your lives. An alternate universe set in Resident Evil 2 Remake and inspired by the game Coffee Talk.

Content & Warnings: Canon divergence, coffee shops, romance, slow burn, strangers to lovers, idiots in love, fluff, slice of life, swearing

Author's Note: It's the motherfucking finale! 🤘

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Chapter 7: (Re)prise

It was just like any other night. The moon hung low, and clusters of stars littered the sky—some bright and pulsating, others muted with a faint glow. You leaned your back against the front door of the shop, taking in the damp, cool air. It smelled of earth and dew. A light mist pervaded the horizon as you gave yourself a few more minutes to admire the quiet dark before heading inside.

It did not take long for him to show up. Like a creature of habit, he returned to this special place seeking shelter, comfort, a warm drink, and good company.

“Congratulations, Leon!” It tumbled out of your mouth before you could stop yourself.

He froze, his feet rooted to the ground as he did a double take. “Did you just—”

“I, um… it was uh…” you struggled to find the right words for an excuse, but somehow your brain refused to function at that moment.

“Another hunch?” he suggested, winking at you.

You laughed nervously, “I-I guess you could call it that, yeah.”

Wandering over to you, he stated modestly, “Anyway, I’ve only passed the screening test. There’s still the basic training that all new S.T.A.R.S. recruits have to go through.”

Before he could continue, you reached out, throwing your arms around him as you hugged him tightly. He gasped in surprise at first, then chuckled as he returned the embrace.

“I’m so proud of you, Leon. You’ve come so far,” you pointed out. “I’m sure your parents must be proud too.”

His body relaxed into yours and you could feel his smile against the crook of your neck. “They don’t know yet,” he admitted. “Actually, no one knows about it, except you.”

Meeting your gaze, he added, “When I got the news, all I could think about was how I wanted you to be the first person to share it with.”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” he replied. Brushing a stray lock of hair away from your face, his touch lingered on your skin before he let you go. “I’ll make us drinks to celebrate.”

“That’s my job,” you protested, but his sheer persistence won you over and you gave in. However, one thing was non-negotiable—if he wanted to work at your shop, he had to wear an apron too.

And so, the tables were turned as you sat in the customer’s seat, experiencing what it was like for once to be served.

“You look great,” you hollered through your cupped hands from the opposite side of the counter before giving him a thumbs up. “Very professional.”

He flashed you a middle finger before rummaging through the ingredients that were stacked on the shelves. Despite that, you did not have a clue what to expect as he was deliberately being secretive about it.

Finally, Leon emerged with two drinks of the same kind, meticulously decorated like something you had seen out of a fancy magazine. Even from afar, you could recognize that heavenly smell anywhere.

No way he could’ve found out, could he? you wondered.

“Ma’am.” Setting the drink before you, he bowed melodramatically as you rolled your eyes, and laughed in response.

You savored it slowly, allowing the taste to envelope your mouth as you enjoyed it to the very last drop. Leon looked at you expectantly while he sipped at his portion.

“My favorite…” you whispered in awe. “How did you know?”

The smile on his face grew. “I’m a good listener.”

You recalled all the long conversations you had late into the night, the way he wanted to learn more about you, and his interest in even the most mundane things in your life. He had gathered everything and guessed your favorite drink.

“By the way, I believe this is long overdue.” 

Taking you into his arms, he placed his lips over yours without hesitation, kissing you tenderly for the first time. His mouth moved in sync with your own, spelling out his intention of prolonging the kiss, as soft sighs and moans slipped between breaths. You felt his body press up heatedly against yours. His fingers ran through your hair before coming to rest at the back of your head, tilting it at angle so that he could deepen the kiss. Your grip on his collar tightened as he licked across the seam of your lips, gently coaxing them apart. His tongue caressed yours endlessly and you lost yourself in his kisses, his touch, like a bottomless pit of the ocean. It was exhilarating.

When you came up for air, time had stopped. Holding his face between your hands, you saw him for who he truly was—Leon, the brave, caring, and intelligent man you knew, radiant in all his glory. You would never tire of this moment, and you could always rewind back to it, reliving the same scene again and again if you wished to.

But you did not.

Maybe it was time to let go of the uncanny ability you had. Maybe it was time to appreciate each moment as it was. Fleeting, beautiful, and one of a kind.

As the distant strains of piano notes played in the background, things slowly came back to life. You read his swollen lips as they shifted, his vibrant blue eyes glittering under the ceiling lights.

“What’s on my mind right now?” Leon challenged playfully, stroking the side of your cheek with affection.

“I don’t know,” you answered honestly, though there was something melancholic about drawing this chapter of your life to a close.

“I want you,” he murmured, bringing your knuckles to his lips and kissing them delicately. “As my girlfriend.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” you teased, unable to contain your smile any longer. “Boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend, huh? Mmm, I could get used to that.” He nuzzled your nose fondly. “Say it again.”

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Endnotes

Thank you for reading! 

In case you’re wondering what uncanny ability Reader had, she was a time traveler, which is a part of what is revealed with the barista in Coffee Talk. One example of this was how Reader knew Leon had passed the screening test before he even told her. 

I purposely kept it vague whether she had time traveled or relied on her natural skills to talk with people, as I believe she was also a very empathetic and perceptive person. It was more a little of boost she used here and there, seeing as she very much wanted to be a source of comfort for others when they needed it.

Dividers by @cafekitsune

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can you pretty please do more maggie greene🙏 literally anything. i am STARVING!!! FOAMING AT THE MOUTH!!!!! ROLLING AROUND IN THE STREET LIKE A RACCOON WITH RABIES!!!!!

༉‧₊˚. 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 || 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐞

— pairing: maggie greene x fem!plus size reader

— era: modern au/small southern town au

— summary: you were a normal church going girl: you graduated high school with good grades, read the bible and prayed, but that was all shattered by the time you met the brunette enigma by the name of maggie greene.

— warnings: depictions of toxic religious practices, toxic religious small towns, homophobia, internalized homophobia, the reader is lesbian coded but can be read by any wlw :], porn with feelings, sex in a hayloft, kissing, a crazy amount of dirty talk, dirty talk, vaginal fingering, teasing, maggie is a tease, bisexual maggie greene, homosexual sex.

— wc: 3384

⋆ a/n: WOW, so welcome to the 3k religious small-town au of maggie that no one asked for!!! this is deeply inspired by 'once more to see you' by mitski, and honestly i've been stewing on this idea for a while before i actually got the nerve to upload it. in no way am i slandering religious/religions of any kind, and honestly i didn't even give the reader and maggie a specific religion, everything is just kind of vague for imagination purposes.

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A small southern town, a church, a pretty girl, and a predestined bad ending.

You often recall the beginning of the rest of your life. The young woman you had a crush on was peering over at you from the pew next to yours, a playful grin threatening to take over her face when it looked like she had finally gotten your attention.

You remember your face heating, a faint blush spreading from your ears to your cheeks as you quickly looked away. Your hands that were once lightly clasped in prayer tightened, the palms of your hands pressing together with no space left between them. You had gulped nervously before looking back at her again to find that she was still looking at you, intrigue tugged at your gut.

It was temptation, and that was a sin; and yet… you couldn’t really find it within yourself to care. You held her gaze, before allowing yourself to smile at her shyly. The only word you could use to describe her was beaming. She radiated everything that was good, she encompassed the stars and moon in her eyes.

You didn’t know it then, but you’d learn to crave her intense stares, her attention, more than a normal girl in a normal female friendship would. You hated the sickening feeling of jealousy that would encompass you when she’d send that signature playful smile to, well… anyone really.

Your parents approved of her – not in the way you wanted them to – a nice church going girl that wanted to come over so you could read the bible together? Why, she was better than those heathens you called friends (the ones with dyed hairs and outspoken opinions).

In your small town, anyone who spoke out against the narrow-minded ideas of your extremely conservative community were alienated. They were wrong. Sinners. And God forgive those who others perceive as queer.

Now that was the worst sin of all.

Your throat would close up whenever your parents would bring up those “damned queers” and how they’re indoctrinating the poor, fragile minds of the growing youth. 

You knew, how could you not know? You knew the way you felt and admired women was different from those around you. Other girls didn’t get the urge to kiss other girls, they didn’t feel that horrible, nasty feeling of lust whenever another woman would even show a mildly suggestive sliver of skin on TV.

Suddenly, dinner didn’t sound that good anymore.

But then there was Maggie. Sweet, beautiful, playful Maggie.

And the devil in disguise.

She wasn’t all she had made herself out to be to those around her; she wasn’t the mild mannered, polite southern girl, she was mischievous, and playful, and… and tempting kind. She was your rock, the one that kept you grounded to the earth when the gravity of your thoughts threatened to take you away to somewhere far away.

She also pulled you out of your comfort zone, daring you to do something you had never even dared to do before. One of those things being sneaking out to the Hayloft of her father’s barn. 

It was a smelly old thing, humid and hot and everything wrong with Virginia, but most importantly it was your spot. Something that you shared with her. Even though you will always want more, being there with her was enough. It had to be enough.

You shivered at the warm air that entered your now opened window, which completely contrasted the cold air circulating through your house. Your parents had just gone down not even an hour before, but your mother, bless her heart, was so wine drunk that your father had to whisk her away to save her further mortification due to her drunken rambling.

In a strange way, knowing your mother had her flaws was comforting.

You split out quietly through the gap you had left, though due to the house being old, the thing was fidgety, so you shoved a book through the bottom to keep it open. It didn’t take you long to make it to that signature white wood chipped barn, butterflies swirling around in your gut at the thought of her being there.

“Howdy.” Maggie greeted from the top of the barn.

You jumped in surprise, clutching your chest over your speeding heart.

“Gosh Mags! You scared me! I wasn’t even halfway through the door yet!” You exclaimed quietly, but nevertheless made to climb up the ladder leading to the Hayloft above.

“Sorry hun, jus’ couldn’t wait.”

Ah, the nicknames. 

Warm giddiness flowed through your veins as you set your backpack down, pulling out a blanket and a chip bag or two.

“How’d you get these?” Maggie questioned at the sight of the fattening food. You just shrug with a shy smile, “I bought ���em when I offered to go get the groceries.”

The thing about being a fat girl in a small town is that your mom had to control it, you represented her after all. You were supposed to be the exact reflection of her, and she was most definitely not your size. So your weight was another thing she had to keep in line (aside from your sexual virtue of course.)

“Whew,” She blew out a whistled breath. “Yer growin’ darin’, girl, arent’cha?” You blushed, casting your gaze to the open part of the roof – a hole her father and brother hadn’t been able to patch yet.

It was a clear view of the darkened sky, the stars glaring despite the heat of the night.

“I guess I learned from the best.” You said cheekily. “Real darin’.” She bit back.

The tension was palpable between the two of you, but you could never – couldn’t – allow it to grow, to reach its peak. You looked away first, scrambling to try and act natural as you adjusted yourself on top of the blanket Maggie had already put down. You let the airy blanket you had brought drape over your jean covered crossed legs, almost acting as a barrier between you and your forbidden want.

Your heart was racing and your lungs were aching but God, nothing compared to the pang of longing that shot through you like a bullet had shattered into fragments. 

Maggie had allowed you to slip away from her grasp once again, which you were grateful for.

She settled beside you, her own crossed legs bumping into yours, not a sliver of space between you. She had let you go, but not for long. The push and pull was beginning to grow shorter and shorter on her end, it was up to you to keep extending her more length. You had to.

After a beat of silence she said, “You ever dream of gettin’ outta here?”

You look at her, startled. “All the time.” You couldn’t stop yourself from saying.

If she was shocked by your confession, she didn’t say anything. “Why?” Was all she asked. “Because…” Because I always feel like my family’s constantly breathing down my neck, because I feel suffocated, because I can’t truly be who I am without being called an abomination. 

Because I love you.

“Because I’ve always wanted to see the city.” You finally say with another half-hearted shrug. 

“What if I could take you there?”

“What?” You breathed out in confusion, whipping your head around to look at her with furrowed brows.

“What if I could take you to the city, would you come with me?”

“I…” Yes, you want to say, I’d go anywhere with you. “It’s not good to entertain thoughts like this.” A loaded statement and you know it. 

“Oh please, don’t hit me with that bullshit.” She scoffed. “I’m not, I’m being serious! We have our family to think about. We can't just… we can’t just leave. We have a life here, we can… we are growing a life here.” With each other. 

“You don’t want that.” She says. It’s a statement not a question. “You don’t want that. I know it and you know it. And trust me, I don’t want whatever future you’re thinking of either.”

“Oh, yeah? And what future am I thinking of that’s so bad that even the big bad Maggie Greene can’t see a way out besides leaving?” You snapped. The question was ugly, and it was meant to hurt. 

“The one where we grow old and act like we’re not in love with each other! Where we practically damn ourselves to hell everyday just by seeing each other, and yet we choose to condemn our lives to those with men and children we both would never truly love.” She takes your now trembling hand in hers. 

“You’re envisioning a nightmare, and I am imagining a dream. A dream where we’re together in the city in a big, stupid penthouse that we both love, where we can both be free without some bible thumpers knocking at our door telling us that our love is wrong.”

You stare at her with glassy eyes, shined over with tears that threaten to pool over the edges like an unsealed jar.

“Maggie…” Was it a plea? A whimper? A beg? A beg to stop her from getting your hopes up.

“We… we can’t.” The devastation is clear in your voice and you try to pull your hand away but she won’t let you. Her grip tightens, her voice tight. “No, no more. Stop runnin’ away from me, from us. I know yer scared but… but we could do this. Are we not allowed to want this one thing to ourselves? Why can’t we just be a little selfish?”

Your eyelids flutter shut but she knows your resolve is crumbling bit by bit.

“We…” You sob. “We can’t.” It’s weak, even to your own ears. You don’t believe it, not anymore. She was right. Why couldn’t you be selfish? Your whole life you had just given and given and given until you were left wringing out a towel that was already dry.

“We can.” Was all she could say to counter your tears.

The Hayloft was silent, as if the world had heard the confession of two girls in love and captured it, tucking it away to remain safely under the stars, the moon the only one bearing witness to the raw and exposed emotions.

“Maggie?” You said after a short amount of time of her thumb stroking across the soft skin of your knuckles. “Yes, baby?” 

“Kiss me?” 

Her eyes widened at your request, but she didn’t hesitate to lean in closer, her lips brushing up against yours for a sweet moment.

“I love you.” Maybe you could blame it on being in the heat of the moment, or maybe a slip of the tongue, but no, you were tired of pushing her away, you were tired of running.

It felt like for the past two years you’ve known her all you’ve done is run; run from yourself, run from the expectations of your family, run from the church, run, run, run. You wanted to sit down and enjoy life for one detrimental moment.

“I love you too.” The confession brought a smile to both of your faces before she finally pressed your lips together.

It wasn’t magical, there weren't bells or an explosion of colors behind your eyelids. No, this was her, the warmth of her body, the silent creaking of the old wood under you as she shifted closer into your space, the sound of crickets and frogs making noise in the creek next not even a few feet away hidden by the treeline. 

You created this kiss. This was yours and Maggie’s. No one else's. 

It was sweet at first, the feeling of heartache being replaced by the indistinguishable emotion that was relief. Pure relief. Relief to finally have her in your arms. To feel her.

Your lips parted in a gasp in order to try and catch your breath, but traced the seam of it with her tongue. You shudder despite the heat. She was pressing against you, like she was trying to shove you back.

“Lay down fer me?” She questions softly. Your stomach twists for a moment in fear before dissipating. This was Maggie. Maggie. Maggie.

You follow her ask, the woman slipping a thigh through your legs so she can balance the other one on the outside of you. Her hand never left its cradling form on your face, the other holding herself up above you. 

When the muscle of her tongue finally slipped inside your mouth, that’s when her leg twitches forward, like she was trying to swallow you whole. Her knee brushed against your pant covered heat and you whined.

“Maggie…” You whimper, your hands that are placed timidly on her shoulders tighten a bit, the dull pads of your fingers digging into her shoulder blades.

“How far do you wanna go?”

You knew what she meant.

Sex was already such a taboo subject, but homosexual sex between two women? That was enough to give any old conservative woman a heart attack. You knew you should tell her to stop, to say that kissing and planning your future together was enough, but it wasn’t. Now that you finally allowed yourself to let go, you want everything you’ve deprived yourself of.

“As far as you want.” You confess breathlessly. “No promise I have any idea of what I’m doing but I – but I want everything with you. Whatever you want. I’ll go anywhere with you.”

Her heated expression turned soft before it turned salacious.

“You don’t need to do anything sweetheart, jus’ let me do all the work, ‘kay? Gonna make you feel so good.” She all but purred. “Whatever you want.” You gasped as she placed kisses down the sensitive and unexplored part of your neck.

“Mags no marks…” You moan as she travels lower. “I know what ‘m doin’ sweet girl, stop worrying that pretty little head of yours and let go, yeah?”

You breath hitches at the feeling of her nimble, deft fingers working at the buttons of your jeans, her lips cradled at the shell of your ear. The puff of air sent a shiver down your spine.

“Yeah.” You agreed easily. 

“Good girl.” She cooed and your cheeks bloomed a pretty heat in embarrassment.

Maggie hooks her fingers in the material at your pants and tugs them down your thick thighs, getting caught over the curve of your ass.

“Lift your hips up.” She demands softly, and you eagerly oblige. 

She tugs them the rest of the way down, discarding them carelessly off to the side.

“You good?” She questions. “Yes, yeah, yes – please just… please don’t stop.” You all but beg. “I won’t honey, I got you.”

She works your panties down your legs, leaving you exposed to her hungry gaze. 

“Don’t stare.” You mumble shyly. “How can I not? You look so pretty.” You huff at the teasing tone in her voice. “Shush.” You bite without any malice, closing your legs to disrupt her view of your soaking cunt.

“Aw, baby, don’t be like that.” She laughs leaning her body into your space to separate your legs with her own body. Her eyes are trained on you and you gulp. “Hi.” You breathe. “Hey yourself.” She giggles. 

The tender moment continues when she leans down to join your mouths together softly. You close your eyes and lean into her, arms wrapping loosely around her neck oblivious to the wandering hand that slithers its way between the two of you.

When her fingertips brush against your wet slit you gasp, mouth falling open and inviting to assault as her tongue weaves its way into it again. Your tongues fight for a moment before you submit to hear, tiny whimpers piercing the serene and murky atmosphere. 

Maggie’s finger dips into the wetness, searching along before stopping on top of your clit, which she gives an experimental rub against.

“Oh!” You cry out, your hips stuttering. “‘M sensitive.” She coos, continuing now in fast circles. They’re just two finger pads pressed against the bud, but it feels like everything. Your breath gets caught in your throat once more and your eyes flutter shut.

“That feels… so…” You can’t find the words because it feels like your brain is shutting down. “Good, amazing, fantastic?” She lists out through a shit-eating smirk. You can’t find it within yourself to chide her, not when she stops and sinks one of her fingers into your heat.

“Ah – gosh, Maggie!”

“Shh, beautiful girl. I know we're outside but you gotta lower it, alright?”

“Mhm, whatever you want.” You said dazedly. Your head fell back when her thumb began drawing figure-eights on your clit. She laughs fondly, placing a heated kiss on your lips.

“Gonna add another one, ‘kay? It’ll feel a bit weird but I swear it’ll get better.” She warns. “It’s okay, I trust you.” You reassure despite the pleasure cloud in your mind. “Good.”

A second finger slips in, and though it’s a bit uncomfortable it’s quickly overridden by the proper wrist work of her hand. Something coils in your stomach, and it’s so tight and it makes you feel so desperate, like your nerves are on fire.

“Another one.” You demand breathlessly. “I gotta – I need another one. I’m so close and I don’t know – I…” 

“Sh, sh, sh. Alright, baby. Three fingers already? Wow, what a good girl, always knew you could take it.” She coos and you tremble. “You’ve thought of me like this?” You ask through pinched brows. “Uh huh. Thought of you when I was alone in my room at night with a hand shoved down my pants, thought of you when those pretty little lips of your spoke or smiled, thought of you when you wore those nice flowing skirts and those tight dresses.” She rambled.

“Could go on and on ‘bout how crazy you make me.”

Her dirty words all but shoved you to your end.

“You ever think ‘bout me?” 

“Huh?” You asked intelligently. “You ever thought ‘bout getting fucked by me? Oh, better yet, you ever thought about fucking me?”

“God – Maggie! Yes, yes, I!” It all happened too fast. One moment all of the fantasies of her had crossed your mind; her bare breasts, the taste of her, how she would sound. It was all too much, and you clenched down on her fingers like a vice, but she didn’t seem to mind, only curling them fast against your g-spot, her thumb relentless on its quest to give you a mind blowing orgasm.

“That’s it, get my hand messy, uh huh…” Maggie sounded dazed herself as she watched you squirm and clench and tremble, transfixed on the space between you. Your back arched into her, your own digits tangling in her now sweat soaked hair, drips of the liquid falling on your face.

Maybe any other time you would care, but not when she was deep in you.

You came down with a sigh, back finally flattening from its twisted up position. Your thighs fell apart and her fingers left you, the woman wiping them on the blanket below.

“Holy. Fuck.” Maggie laughed and you couldn’t help but join her, your already burning lungs struggling to contract to the new emotion.

“That was… wow.”

“A little bit better than wow, but I’ll take it.” She teased, falling to lay next to you. 

As you came down, you placed your hands over your full stomach, fingers interlacing together as you turned to stare at her. “What about you?” You asked. Your eyes trailed down to the spot between her legs. 

“What about me? We’ve always got next time, ya know? In the big city, in a nice plush bed and ac. Maybe even with a few candles lit compared to horse shit.”

You laughed again, but your stomach didn’t curl when she mentioned going to the city together. If anything, it was filled with excitement and hope. Hope hasn’t been something you felt for a long time.

You reached over and gripped her dirty hand.

“I love you, you know?” You questioned quietly into the air.

“Yeah,” She began, lifting to bring your palm up so she could kiss the back of it before letting it fall back on your stomach carelessly.

“I know.”

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Milgram characters as animals

I am so very high and sleep deprived so I apologize if my writing is whack

Amane: Cat. More specifically, a kitten. A traumatized one. She would be a very curious kitten. Always exploring around the house and very eager to try new things. She doesn't get shaken up by new people that easily unless they actually do something to her, and treats the owners with a degree of indifference. Pet her? She won't melt or purr. Call her name? Maybe a head turn if you're lucky. Try to pick her up? Hisses and scratches. Your hand will not escape unscathed. Death to the unbeliever.

Fuuta: Another cat. I think many people are gonna be cats but like. Oh well. Very aggressive. Will bite and hiss if you so much as try to touch him within the first month of getting him. After you break down his walls though, he'll allow you to touch him with minimal grumbling. Would absolutely 100% melt into your pets, unconsciously would purr then immediately stop when he sees you chuckling. Very touch starved so he'll stare at you from around the corner begging you to pet him with his eyes. Either he's a cat or a very angry, short and loud chihuahua.

Kotoko: Wolf. Pretty obvious. She's also not your pet, more like a wild animal that you befriended but you're not sure. Kinda hangs around your house, maybe she's protecting you? Or she could be seeing if you make a good meal. You honestly never know, since you're not a professional wolf reader and neither am I. Would only allow you to touch her fur once in a blue moon, if she growls then you're better off just staying away from her. She appreciates you leaving out food and water, though you would have to bring the bowls inside often seeing how she only comes back like once a month.

Mikoto: Raccoon. Why? I don't know. It's cute, so I'm gonna forcibly smash his character into a racoon stereotype. He's probably very friendly and comfortable around you, since he's been living in human neighbourhoods for a very long time. He tried becoming the new Vincent Van Gogh by dipping his tiny grubby paws in your paint and tracking it across the floor and walls. You don't mind much, it's kinda cute. Would have lived in your kitchen cardboards if you didn't babyproof the place, so now he just visits your house every day begging for food.

John: Doberman. Has that no-nonsense and constantly tired of the stupid shit you do face, especially since your safety is number 1 to him. Probably a rescue, so he'll be very on guard against you at first, but once he starts to really trust you, then he'll simply become on guard against the rest of the world. After all, you're the stupid human that keeps stubbing their toe or falling over nothing, so obviously you need his protection against this cruel and unusual force of nature called life. Loves head scratches though, probably the only time when he lets down his guard and allows himself to relax and enjoy the moment.

Haruka: Bunny. Listen. Bunnies can die of loneliness. That's him. That's him right there. Very shy at first, but also really clingy. He probably has a lot of health issues from constantly ignoring his need for survival (is that even possible?) to potentially spend more time with you. This makes you hand-feed him, so he just does it even more. Congratulations, you are now in a dependent relationship with a very blue bunny. Clap clap clap.

Muu: Pomeranian. Turn up your thermostat all you like but this girl is never going to stop shaking. She's also the shy type, but only at first. After you make it clear that you won't harm/sell/throw her away in any manner, then she just becomes your very spoiled daughter. Constantly demands your attention and so does her body that has what I like to call "the constitution of a Victorian orphan". Try to give her low-quality dog food? She won't even glance at it. Anything less then a 100$ dog shampoo and conditioner will make her fur fall off. Soon after you take her in, you'll be spending more than half your income on her. And if you even dare try to reprimand her for bad behaviour, oh what do you know now she's sulking and whimpering and acting as if she's Y/N and you're her evil stepmother trying to sell her off to the big bad alpha werewolf mafia boss CEO of Korea.

Mahiru: Golden retriever. Not a surprise. Jumps on you the moment you get home and showers you with love. She's like happy 24/7. How does she do it? We'll never know. But hey, at least now you have a miniature sun running around your house. You'll never have to pay electricity bills again! She is quite clingy though, so be prepared to start suffocating every morning when she pounces on you. Probably thinks she's a cat that can sit on your face and lap with little problems, but she's actually a very big and heavy dog that's half your body size. So no Mahiru, you can't keep trying to sit on them. You're going to crush them with your weight. I'm not fatshaming, I'm just trying to save a life.

Shidou: Birb. What birb? Just birb. Pretty chill for the most part. Idk, I don't really know much about Shidou. Either he's a birb or a turtle. Like the type that just sunbathes in an artificial light on an artificial rock 24/7. I think he would be a parrot, maybe. One of those white/gray ones, with a bit of yellow on their heads. Are those parrots? Dunno. He vibes to music pretty well, and also shows concern through very strategically placed pecks on your skin. Similar to John, he feels as if he has to take care of your stupid human tendencies so he collects items that he thinks would be useful and brings them to you. He's just not very good at picking out which items are useful, so don't blame him when he tries to bring a frying pan and accidentally dislocates his claws or something.

Yuno: Cat. Temperamental and only acts according to their mood. Store-bought or literally auctioned off. She gives off those smarty pants vibes, like she knows how to act to increase her value. She'll be very affectionate and well-behaved at first, but when you realize she's getting more moody and haughty, you'll ask the seller. Turns out that's just her natural personality and you've been deceived, but what does that matter? She's your pet so now you're obligated to take care of her for the rest of your life, whether you like it or not. Good thing she's absolutely adorable right? Only a monster would be able to say no to that face. And when she's in a good mood... boy you better drop everything you're doing and savor what little attention she'll give you. You think she's the pet? Nah. You're the pet and she took you in.

Es: Cat!!! Again!!! Very tsundere. Similar to Fuuta, but in a much more serious manner. I'm not sure how to describe it, like imagine they will just try to walk everywhere with a ~purpose~. So with this ~purpose~ they'll walk into your lap and subtly hint that they want head pats, and again with ~purpose~ they'll walk away when your stupid ass can't understand what they want, acting as if the whole time they're this evil mastermind and that whole drama sequence was to confuse you so you'll stay on guard around them.

Kazui: Horse. Desires freedom and whatnot. How did you even get a horse. How rich are you. Not very high maintenance, well as low maintenance a horse can get anyways. He's probably the only one that I wouldn't write something goofy for. Very fast horse, but he'll try to keep things moderate so he doesn't damage your slow-ass brain. I take that back I can totally imagine him doing something goofy. Sentimental, and also kinda delusional. Wants to ride off into the sunset type shit except that he's the main character so he's just running alone with no one riding him. Speaking of which, he low-key kinda hates anyone trying to ride him but you're okay I guess since you don't try to control him much so as long as he doesn't send you flying you just let him do whatever he wants.

Jackalope: ... He's literally a jackalope. Why am I even including him. I'll lock him up in a cage and hang him from my rooftop, praying that he gets struck by lightning.

[blue-razzslushie]

Introducing My Hogwarts Legacy MC: Rory Ebony!

GENERAL INFORMATION:

Name: Rory Michael Evan Ebony

Age: 15

Voice Claim: Jessica Vosk (Lute from HH)

Personality Type: INTJ-T

House: Ravenclaw

Patronus: Raven (Ironic much)

Boggart: Themself, corrupted by dark ancient magic like Ranrok was. It was what they could have been, or yet to be.

Hair color: Black

Eye color (s): Yellow and Dark Blue

Skin tone: Caramel

Nationality: Pardo [Brazilian + British.]

Height: 5'4

Clothing Style: Typically casual and easy to move around clothes works for them best. When the Option arises, they always choose to take off their school robe. They prefer to dress more masculine, would rather Avada Kadabra Themself then wear a skirt or dress. Hands get cold easily so they always keep on fingerless black gloves. Also enjoys keeping Solar Specticals on at all times, due to their light sensitivity!

PERSONALITY, LIKES AND DISLIKES

Personality: Rory is a very straight forward serious person, especially for their age. Preferring to outsmart their opponents then go in headfirst. They mostly spend their time in the Room of Requirment studying for classes, making plans to stop Rookwood and Ranrok's lot, and occasionally reading up on astronomy. Besides for a handful of teachers and students, They would very much prefer to not talk to anyone and be alone. Once people do get close to them, they can be more open and friendly.

Traits: Sarcastic, Smart, Cold, Brave, Witty, Snarky, Sassy, Calculative, Funny, Stubborn, Very VERY stubborn

Likes: Silence, Alone time, Cats, Raccoons, Dueling, Lemon tea, Astronomy

Dislikes: Children, Crowds, Loud noises, The Smell of Peanut butter, Squirrels, getting called any words that insult their intelligence or work ethic, for example. . .Ignorant (SEBASTIAN cough cough)

Habits: Fiddling with wand absentmindedly, Being too blunt with people, Overworking, Cutting Sleep, Skipping Meals, Pushing people away

Hobbies: Drawing, Writing, Playing Violin, Studying Astronomy, Talking Shit abt people to their Kneazle

Fears: Being Forgotten, Letting people down.

Favorite Class: Potions/DADA

Favorite spells: Diffindo, Depulso, Incendio, Glacius, Disillusionment, Alohomora

Favorite Professors: Prof. Sharp, Prof. Fig, Prof.Hecat, Prof.Weasley

Favorite Beast: Kneazle/Hippogriff

BACKGROUND/ LORE

Rory doesn't really remember the early years of their life. They were born as what would modernly be known as Intersex, Not exactly known what gender they were at all. And just as you would expect, society including their parents were not fond of this. It was as if they we're a freak. Not too long after being born Rory's parents seperated, and didn't seem either was keen to keep the child they had created. With a stroke of pure genius abandoning them at a small Orphanage called SmileSide Orphanage; and never looking back.

SmileSide Orphanage mind you, was anything but a place to smile. It was rather poor to say the least and the caretakers for the children were. . .less then kind. The place constantly smelled of old socks and despair, every child there constantly scared stiff by the women who ran the place. It seemed like everything anyone did was wrong. Breath too loud? Locked in the cellar with no meals for 2 Moons. Speak out of turn? Wash out your mouth with soap! And the punishments only got more severe from there. Just like the other kids, Rory hated it there.

However, Unlike most children, they never really were too interested in getting adopted or finding friends at the place. Instead, They spent most of their time nose in a book, they liked non-ficton and learning everything they could. But, Fiction always holds a special place in their heart. More specifically, Mystery series. Rory always loved solving puzzles and mysteries, Figuring out the culprit of the crime along with the main character in their favourite book was always something they enjoyed. As well as reading, they did more creative things as well, Drawing, Writing, tinkering. . .all while Learning as much as they could from the local library and other educational things the small town had to offer.

This went on for 14 more years, along the way Rory eventually growing tired of the same routine. They wanted adventure, something new to discover, maybe a new book to read? They had read almost every one in the library twice for Peats Sake! Eventually, on their 15th birthday receiving a letter at their bedside. It was a rather ominis letter, being addressed to:

Rory Micheal Evan Ebony

432 Creek Road, SmileSide Orphanage

Bed #12, 2nd Floor

Oh. . .okay! This was a bit unsettling. Reading the message, they learned the letter came from "Headmistress Matilda Weasley".or whoever she was. The letter informed them they shall be admitted to a school called "Hogwarts". Apparently they were long overdue to go, 4 entire years late? However, a man named Eleazar Fig, or Professor Fig, was going to be coming to mentor them? They were baffled, yet excited. This was unexpected, uncharted Mystery Letter. And you know them. . .They loved solving a good Mystery. Surprisingly (and conviently) enough not even 5 minutes later a older man showed up at the front door wearing rather Flamboyant clothing. He looked at the child before him as if he already knew them, extending a hand and introducing himself as Eleazar Fig. . .hey it's the man from the letter! Now this? This was the sort of new adventure they've been craving. . . If only they new what the future would hold.

RELATIONSHIPS WITH STAFF/STUDENTS

Professor Fig: Father Figure #1! person Rory was able to trust, and I mean fully trust. They bonded well over the few months before Rory attended Hogwarts, Getting taught about the Wizarding World and its inhabitants. Their bond only strengthened once the whole Ancient Magic ability came about. They were a lot alike, Clever, Sassy, and unbelievably courageous. Fig was their emotional backbone throughout the journey, giving words of encouragement and praise all the way. Professor Fig always cared for Rory as if his own child since the day they began being mentored by him, They acted a lot like Miriam in his opinion, and that's what only made him love them more. He understood them, and even when he didn't he tried to be there either way. As much as they would have rather died then admit it, Professor Fig was basically what They always wanted in their father. A kind man who would support them and be able to trust. If only he could still be here. . .Oh Professor, they're so sorry.

Professor Sharp: Father Figure #2! Rory always liked Potions, and Professor Sharp's class in general. They always found it odd how people hated his class, Perhaps those students were just to weak when it came to "Intimidating" people telling them what to do. The two didn't start to truly bond until after Professor Fig's death, Sure they knew each other and were friendly. . . But that's all it was. It wasn't until Rory was in the Potions classroom every other hour trying to hide from People asking questions about the battle under Hogwarts and Professor Weasley's kind but overwhelming mother henning, the potions professor and the Ravenclaw really started to actually know each other. The two were a lot alike in personality and mannerisms, hell even similar mental issues. To Professor Sharp. . . They were too alike for his own comfort. Professor Sharp always was fond of Rory, as much as it could be hard to see. He admired their hard working, no nonsense ethic that very few others their age manages to possess. Albeit he had chided them one too many times about almost falling asleep in their brews every so often. He almost saw himself in the kid, and to say the least he didn't like that

Self destructive tendencies that he knew WAY too well. After Professor Fig passed he stepped up to be their "mentor" in a sense. Mentoring them to keep helping them understand 4 extra years of Hogwarts magic they missed, as well as maybe get them off the destructive path they were going down.

Professor Weasley: Mother Figure!! Rory always highly respected and admired Professor Weasley. She was unbelievably kind to them at the first moment they met. And continued to be during the school year and even after that. Professor Weasley was just as fond or Rory as they were to her, if not more. Such a hardworking student who seemed to be prepared every step of the way. Sure she was a bit cross they had lied to her for the better part of the year about their ancient magic ability and. . . Extra Curricular activities that could have easily ended their life. But she was mainly just glad they were alright. . . She doesn't have favorites what do you mean?

Sebastian: Buddies. Ever since first day DADA, Rory and Sebastian grew to be close friends. Investigating the triptych and that damned Relic, the two had their own hate/love dynamic. There was only so much tomfoolery and idiotic statements Rory can take before having to "take a break" from Sebastians presence. . . Who doesn't need a break from that.

Natty: Platonic Soulmates, From the First day in class, to the troll attack in Hogsemead, and the many more adventures the two had go on. Natty and Rory were joined at the hip, Close as can be. Natsai was one of the only people Rory could be around and genuinely smile, Making sly jokes and Sarcastic comments back and forth at one another. One of the most powerful duo's in Hogwarts I'd reckon.

Poppy: Close friends. Poppy is more of the opposite of Rory, The sun to their moon if you would. Saving beasts from poachers, Successfully returning a dragon egg to it's mother, and befriending the Centaurus, the two grew close over the school year.

Ominis: Friendly aquaintances, besides trying to stop Sebastian from doing anything too idiotic for the most part Ominis and Rory don't talk much. The two mostly conversate in Professor Binns class, since they are sat right beside one another.

Amit: Best Friends! Amit and Rory are two buddy's who love the stars and it's wonders, when the chance arises the two can be found in the library or in the astronomy tower info-dumping about their own discoveries of the cosmos.

Garreth: Friends! Since the two are both adept in potion making, they mostly bond in potions class. Sometimes getting partnered up together for specific lessons. Thankfully for Professor Sharp, Rory manages to keep Garreth from doing anything explosive when paired together. Sure they do threaten him with a hex that would have him puking up slugs for a few days. . . But then again he has it coming.

Imelda: Rivals to Lovers. Ever since the first Flying race the two had against one another in the beginning of the year, a electrical Rivalry started. One thing Rory never did, was back down. Even so they were always impressed by Imeldas firey spirit when it came to flying, being so passionate was somehow attractive? Rory and Imelda met up every week or so to fly, Even if it wasn't on a race track they would fly along together, spitting firey yet affectionate insults at one another. On the other hand, Rory's competitive spirit and down right determination, not to mention how they could easily clap back and stand up for themself. . .it was one of the reason Imelda liked them so much, to her dismay. No no no! They were NOT apart of her future plans! She doesn't have time for them. . . Does she? No she isn't blushing. . . She has a fever! It's hot out!. . . Ughh

CREATOR/ AUTHORS NOTE! ! !

Hey all! You can call Me Razz, and this is my goofy little Hogwarts Legacy Oc! HL has been rolling around in my brain for a HOT ASS MINUTE and I've seen so many lovely people on here sharing their MC's so it's my turn lol! If you like Rory and want to see more LEMME KNOW I LOVE DRAWING THEM!!

[celaenaeiln]

(catches me rummaging through the trash like a raccoon)

Tell me once again, I could have been anyone, anyone else

Before you made the choice for me (The vigilante bit was always Dick’s idea. But Nightwing was born from Bruce ripping Robin away from him.)

My feet knew the path

We walked in the dark, in the dark (the darkness surrounded both Dick and Bruce. it’s a familiar friend to them both)

I never gave a single thought to where it might lead (He was a child. How could Dick know what would happen to him in the future?)

All those empty rooms

We could have been anywhere, anywhere else (they could’ve been a functional family)

Instead I made a bed with apathy (“After the realisation of being used and shaped to become what the other person wanted, they’ve simply been resigned to where they ended up. Apathy.”)

My heart knew the weight

Ten years' worth of dust and neglect (Bruce was his dad… but did it really feel like it?)

We made our peace with weariness and let it be (but Dick, ever hopeful, lives on. hope masks his exhaustion.)

The moon will sing a song for me

I loved you like the sun

Bore the shadows that you made

With no light of my own

I shine only with the light you give me

(in my mind, i see it going both ways. early in life, it was Batman and Robin. they were so codependent of each other, they were basically one entity. Bruce could not stay afloat without Dick. Robin wasn’t able to shine without Batman. their relationship is borderline, mayhaps even truly, toxic. but neither can let go.)

Name your courage now

We could have had anything, anything else

Instead you hoarded all that's left of me (“These lines seem to indicate that the parent/partner/other person in the relationship with the singer was a control freak, perhaps even afraid of losing the singer. Instead, they resorted to manipulation to prevent this from happening.” well, do I need to explain?)

Swallowing your doubt

Like swords to the pit of my belly

I want to feel the fire that you kept from me (Dick, as Robin, wanted to rediscover himself with the Titans. without Bruce. Bruce wouldn’t let him.)

(jumps into the sewer grate and disappears)

*comes out with a leash only to glimpse a blur jumping into the sewer grate so ties up hair and starts climbing down, gagging all the way at the smell because my love for you will not be dulled by the scent of sewage*

The Moon Will Sing by The Crane Wives

I'm huge into songs with cadence because they're really addicting to listen to so when I started reading this, I could feel a rhythm so I thought I might like it. I was right!

Tell me once again, I could have been anyone, anyone else

This fits into the Oldest Daughter Syndrome post I wrote about where Dick on some level feels a sort of resentment towards Bruce. He loves him but the hurt from taking care of him when he could have been enjoying his childhood as much as teen vigilante can still lingers.

Before you made the choice for me (The vigilante bit was always Dick’s idea. But Nightwing was born from Bruce ripping Robin away from him.)

My feet knew the path

When he left he didn't know where to go or what to do but he knew what he wanted to be - a hero worthy of his own stage. And he knew subconsciously what needed to be done.

We walked in the dark, in the dark (the darkness surrounded both Dick and Bruce. it’s a familiar friend to them both)

All those nights patrolling together, laughing together, making the memories of a lifetime in a clouded gotham sky at twilight. They toured Gotham, flying through every crevices and warehouse over the years because they knew Gotham like the back of their hand.

I never gave a single thought to where it might lead (He was a child. How could Dick know what would happen to him in the future?)

Nightwing (1996) Issue #75

source: also @paladin-of-nerd-fandom65 because thank you so much for finding it because I spent a week looking for this 😭

He really didn't know. They both didn't.

All those empty rooms

this post. I often think of A Million Dreams song from the Greatest Showman because it's kinda portrayal of Dick's mindset as Robin and Nightwing. But there's one stanza that sticks out in particular in connection with this: There's a house we can build Every room inside is filled With things from far away The special things I compile Each one there to make you smile On a rainy day

And each time it just reminds me of how in the Golden Ages Dick and Bruce used to collect memorandum of their adventures together. And both of them look over it all and reminisce canonically. But Dick was the one who moved out, and I mentioned in my B&D relationship post long ago but Bruce literally sulks in a cave filled with adventures of their time together. When Dick leaves for college, Bruce actually shuts down the batcave and leaves the manor to settle in a new place to go on a journey of self-discovery to find himself anew/become more modern.

Batman (1940) Issue #217

We could have been anywhere, anywhere else (they could’ve been a functional family)

Instead I made a bed with apathy (“After the realisation of being used and shaped to become what the other person wanted, they’ve simply been resigned to where they ended up. Apathy.”)

Also how Bruce tried to kill his emotions are Dick left him behind so he wouldn't feel sorrow that he's gone.

My heart knew the weight

They both cried about each other leaving. Dick when Bruce fired him and Bruce when Dick left for college.

Batman (1940) Issue #217

Ten years' worth of dust and neglect (Bruce was his dad… but did it really feel like it?)

We made our peace with weariness and let it be (but Dick, ever hopeful, lives on. hope masks his exhaustion.)

The moon will sing a song for me

I loved you like the sun

Bore the shadows that you made

With no light of my own

Nightwing (1999) Issue #99

I shine only with the light you give me

(in my mind, i see it going both ways. early in life, it was Batman and Robin. they were so codependent of each other, they were basically one entity. Bruce could not stay afloat without Dick. Robin wasn’t able to shine without Batman. their relationship is borderline, mayhaps even truly, toxic. but neither can let go.)

Yes, that's canon.

Detective Comics (2016) Issue #1074

Name your courage now

We could have had anything, anything else

Batman vs Robin Issue #3

Instead you hoarded all that's left of me (“These lines seem to indicate that the parent/partner/other person in the relationship with the singer was a control freak, perhaps even afraid of losing the singer. Instead, they resorted to manipulation to prevent this from happening.” well, do I need to explain?)

There's just so many examples to give of this

Swallowing your doubt

Like swords to the pit of my belly

Batman vs Robin Issue #3

Quite on the nose actually. Or should I say sword.

I want to feel the fire that you kept from me (Dick, as Robin, wanted to rediscover himself with the Titans. without Bruce. Bruce wouldn’t let him.)

Teen Titans: Year One Issue #6

[lichen-punk]

1, 3, 9, 20, 25, 27, 28, 39, 45, 47 SORRY THIS IS SO MANY LOLL

o my goodness ok im putting a cut here for everyone's sanity cause all these questions got me excited

Do you have a favorite place near you to “touch grass”?

theres a little woodsy park near my house just within easy walking distance which is easy to get into regardless of time of day or night and has an incredible hill where you can sit under an oak tree in the tall grass and watch the sun or the moon come up or set depending on time of day and year and i love love love it one of the only good things about my town i go up there for my Rituals And Things gkjhsf

3. If you could see any extinct species in the wild, what would it be?

im a sucker for megafauna id love to see an irish elk or an aurochs or a woolly mammoth that would be so so cool

9. Do you have a favorite nature photo you’ve ever taken?

here's some of the best photos ive ever taken in my life, and then some pictures from the hike back to the cabin when we realized the sun was setting sooner than we thought it would and it was about to get WAY too cold for how we were dressed

20. What’s your favorite poem or song lyric about nature?

definitely a gerard manley hopkins!!! he's my fave poet ever and half his work is about nature. i'm torn between two, tho: i think my favorite of all time, really my favorite poem entirely, is the windhover (ive been trying to copy and paste it here without ruining the formatting but it is not working alas so you must google it sorry), but the last stanza of another of my favorites of his poems, inversnaid, is also just. fucking killer

What would the world be, once bereft Of wet and of wildness? Let them be left, O let them be left, wildness and wet; Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet.

25. What’s your favorite plant to grow yourself?

i unfortunately live in a terrible spot to grow stuff, the yard of my family's little house is like. straight dry clay and entirely shady, so my thumb has never gotten even the barest hint of green to it. one day id like to grow wheat or corn or some such tho

27. What’s your favorite outdoor activity?

honestly????? i love to just Sit And Observe. i used to love love love swimming in creeks and lakes and things, but obv i havent swum in anything for a very long time. hopefully i will again one dayy im also a big big fan of a fire for singing around. and to be honest shakespeare doesnt feel right unless its performed somewhere outdoors and beautiful now

28. What’s your favorite local animal you see all the time but still love?

ALL OF THEMMMMMM we get raccoons and possums and squirrels and mule deer and black tailed deer and crows and ravens and pigeons and rats and mice and apparently frogs i learned recently and newts and theyre all my best friends and i get so excited when i see them

39. What ecosystem do you consider your “home” ecosystem?

absolutely all american pacific northwest shit i love a temperate rainforest with redwoods and doug firs and such and then the deciduous layer underneath all ferns and moss and little creeks and then the harsh cliffs down to the beach all cold and foggy and windy. that's where i Belong easy peasy. i do also associate the more aggressively californian Beige Grassy Hills With Lonely Scrappy Little Coast Live Oaks or Valley Oaks On Top type biome with home and growing up, but its always been a little too harsh and dry and sunny for me here.

45. What is your favorite wildflower?

o god thats hard i love wildflowers. im a sucker for daisies, obv, and i love forget-me-nots and california poppies and indian paintbrush and columbine and and and

47. What is your favorite species of tree?

o no thats hard too!!!!! ummm probably oak trees, especially white oaks like the valley oak or the oregon white oak, especially the really big old wise looking ones, but i also adore sequoioideae and other conifers, unsurprisingly, and rowans and apple trees among others hold personal spiritual significance, and theres this specific kind of maple or sweetgum idk what it is but they grew outside the theatre i grew up in so they always make me nostalgic. OH and i LOVE the smell of california bay laurel thats the Good Summertime Smell for me

[maybe-im-dark]

Family

"Heh." Rocket's whiskers twitched as his snout curled in a wistful smile.

As so often lately, he watched the young raccoons. They had grown significantly in the past few months. Their once lean bodies were now plump with lush fur, their faces had become broader and fuller, and their small stubby tails had turned into bushy ones with distinctive stripes.

They resembled him more and more every day, if it weren't for the metal implants and the manipulations in his brain. He could feel them sometimes. The nails stuck in his bones when they had been broken and put back together to lengthen his legs and arms. Parts of the bars in his back and collarbones, which allowed him to walk upright and move his shoulders, were even visible from the outside in their massiveness. Enduring running, which was not uncommon on his adventures, led to overuse. The pain then flared up in every part of his modified body and could only be endured on all fours. More often than not, however, he would curl up in a secluded corner. He didn't want the others to see him crawling around in the primitive way his fellows were doing at that moment. How to cut up a brain without killing the person eluded Rocket entirely. He didn't know how they had given him the above-average intelligence. Or whether it might have always been there and only been reinforced by the experiments. Just how smart were raccoons naturally?

"Hey."

A hand on his shoulder startled Rocket from his thoughts and he almost snapped at it reflexively.

Nebula settled down next to him. "You got that thousand yard stare. You thinking of anything?”

Rocket snorted. "I just wonder what's keeping Quill on this boring backwater planet. Maybe he’s assisting his grandfather in dying.”

"What, why would he die?" Nebula asked confused.

"Well, Mantis said Quill didn't want to go there in the first place. He thought his grandfather was dead anyway because people only live to be 50 or so. So the guy must be ancient. He could bite the dust any moment now!”

The luphomoid threw back her head and burst out laughing. "I can't believe you believe that! Man, Quill talks a lot of shit. You know that.” With a sigh, she composed herself. "But seriously, you're distracting. That's not really what you were thinking about.” She looked at the raccoons frolicking in their enclosure. Peter had offered to take them to earth and set them free. But Rocket didn't want to risk anything happening to them. He would make them a home here, on Knowhere.

"They remind you of yourself, don't they? That's why you always come here.” Her gaze lingered on a raccoon, which licked its paws extensively and then rubbed its face.

"There, you do that too!"

Rocket crossed his arms defensively. "I'm not like them at all! They're primitive and wild and… and innocent and carefree and…” His voice cracked.

Nebula put an arm around him. "I know. And now you have a chance to make sure they can stay that way. To give them what was taken from you.”

Rocket nodded and tried hard to swallow the big lump that had formed in his throat.

"How about giving Quill a call? Then you can show him what you've built here. He certainly has a lot to tell.”

 It took quite a while for the connection to be established. Rocket had never understood how Earth could have such ancient technology compared to the rest of the galaxy.

They had just managed to travel their joke of a moon.

Finally Peter's face appeared on the screen. He hastily stuffed the last of a sandwich into his mouth.

"Hey you two! I miss you!"

Rocket grinned crookedly. "Then why don't you get your ass up here?"

"Or you come down here!"

"Nah," said the raccoon. "I don't know how much you told your grandpa, but seeing us in real life might scare him quite a bit. I don’t want him to have a heart attack. He's so old already."

Peter frowned and Nebula rolled her eyes.

"How's it going with you?" she wanted to know.

Quill shrugged. “We do normal things here. I mowed the lawn and made one of Mom's childhood meals. I burned it though. Oh, and Grandpa made sure I can get a driver's license! Then I can finally drive a car properly!”

"Oh yeah cars. They're so much cooler than spaceships, of course,” Rocket interjected, dripping with sarcasm.

Peter studiously ignored the comment. "Have you heard of Mantis?"

He didn't say it out loud, but the question about Gamora remained suspended in the air.

Nebula shook her head. "No, not yet. But I'm sure she'll be in touch soon."

"And you, Rocket? How are the little ones doing? Have you already taught them something?” he turned to his friend.

He moaned in exasperation. "Dude, these are animals! Totally normal animals! You can't teach them anything!"

"You're an animal too!"

"That is something different!"

“And yet you also do animal things! For example, you eat garbage like a real raccoon!” Peter insisted.

"It's not garbage! You just keep throwing away things that are actually still edible!” Rocket countered.

There was nothing wrong with getting fruit and vegetable peelings out of the trash. Why did the others even bother to peel them? They tasted so much better as a whole.

"Remember that time I went to the bathroom at night and accidentally shone my flashlight on you? Your eyes glowed green and I almost pissed myself! Or better yet," now Quill had to laugh, "when I pranked him!" He turned to Nebula. "I filled a bowl with Cosmo's dog food and water and told him it was cereal. He actually ate it and said it tasted good!”

Rocket made a face. He didn't like being laughed at at all. Peter noticed his friend's mood and stopped abruptly.

"I'm sorry. But that's just a part of you. And I'm glad you can accept it now. You're an animal, but that doesn't count. It is not important what you are, but who you are. You are my very best friend. And I'm glad you found your family."

"No," Rocket replied, smiling. "I haven't found a family. I've already had one. It just got a bit bigger.”

[beansmakesthings]

You 🫵

Yes you

Give me your Penny Lamb headcanons (legoland)

Boy, what happened to 'hello' and 'please'. I have a name, you know /lh

I will preface this one by saying I think it's very funny if Legoland Penny and RTC Penny exist in the same universe as separate people and all my hcs are approached from that perspective. Cool? Cool.

This one is also just random general stuff and will feature some vague references to parental abuse and mental health issues. Cause you know, it's Legoland.

- RTC Penny started calling her 'PB' when she found out she had a crush on Constance. As in, she's the future Penny Blackwood. (I will refer to her as PB for the rest of this for clarity)

- Yes this means there's a Penny Lamb dating Ocean and a Penny Lamb dating Constance. I just think it's funny.

- PB and Ezra'a parents were neglectful at best days and cruel at worst. PB did everything in her power to keep their attention off of Ezra and took care of him as best as she could. As a result, she's a lot more affected by their childhood than Ezra is.

- She has a bad habit of getting into fights as she has pretty poor emotional regulation due to her childhood trauma (see biting Johnny Moon in the face) and the internal anger over being unable to stop it. She's going to therapy and has improved considerably, but she still sometimes has a tendency to lash out at people who bother her.

- PB and Penny absolutely hated each other at first. It was just plain creepy. Both from somewhere a little outside Uranium City, have the same name, both have parental problems, both subject to bullying, both autistic, it just rubbed them the wrong way. They eventually grew to like each other though.

- PB still has a legally enforced curfew she has to follow as part of the court order after the Johnny Moon incident. This is a great travesty as it means she can't join any choir sleepovers.

- When Constance finally cracked and told PB all about the warehouse after the Cyclone accident and coming back to life (she felt guilty lying and hiding it from her), PB took it rather well. She once used her brother's money from selling his ADHD meds to cross the boarder into the States, snuck into a bar, and attacked a celebrity once, so who is she to decide whether or not 6 people collectively remembering God in the form of a fortune machine making them perform a musical for a rat was a real event or just mass hysteria? Weird things happen all the time. She's just glad they're all alive either way.

- PB loves going into the woods and finding little bugs and frogs and things. She takes pictures of everything and gives them all names

- She has no idea where the whole 'PB' thing came from, but literally everyone except Ezra calls her that at this point and she DOESN'T GET IT

- Constance usually shortens the PB nickname even further and just calls her Peebs. It's so far from her own name at this point that it's kind of frustrating, but she can't convince anyone to stop (Constance is also in on where it comes from and thinks it's adorable)

- PB has no idea how most teenagers dress and has never been in on a trend in her life (aside from Seven Up and we all know how that turned out) so she usually dresses like a 70s hippie

- She has a tendency to bring home wild animals and try to sneak them into her room. She once hid a family of raccoons in her closet

- PB formed a weird friendship with Ocean that almost entirely relies on comparing their shitty drug addict parents

- PB absolutely loves music. It's so stimmy. Once she's out in the world and becomes friends with the Saint Cassian Chamber Choir, she's being introduced to more music than she ever knew existed. She loves watching the choir perform and loves being in a car with any one of them and cranking their music until she can feel the bass in her chest.

- Constance keeps telling PB she could join the choir if she wants. They have plenty of room for her. PB declines because, while she can hold a tune and play ukulele, she doesn't like singing nearly enough to get in front of so many people and open herself up to judgement. She prefers to listen, so she'll just sit in the front row, thanks.

- PB does not like eye contact and will never look anyone in the eye ever unless she has no choice

- PB and Ezra were featured in one of Mischa's rap songs on YouTube

- Elysium didn't have a lot of modern technology so PB is terrible with most of it. She can barely use her phone without getting trapped in the notes app and panicking and needing someone to fix it

- Since she was homeschooled and kind of got to pick whatever she found most interesting to learn about, PB is incredibly knowledgeable about a lot of history and biology, but is god awful at math. She's pretty convinced she'll fail grade 12 math because what the hell is a parabola?

[catindabag]

TBOSAS on Crack short take (21)

*When the 24 OG Mentors discussed The Hunger Games*

Clemensia: Ok. Be honest. Whoever annually watches the Hunger Games, raise your hands!

Everyone:. . .

Clemensia: Really?! No one? Well, I’m kinda relieved to see that.

Felix: Clemmie, we stopped watching Highbottom’s Killer Kids Game since we were in grade school.

Clemensia: But why though?

Androcles: Not fun.😔

Sejanus: Extremely and insanely cruel and inhumane.😡

Lysistrata: Fortunately, my mom said “no” because there were too many body parts flying on the screen.

Festus: I threw up my cheesecake the first time I saw a live decapitation on television.

Coryo: That’s your only reason?

Festus: Bro, you don’t understand. That was my last free cheesecake coupon for the whole year.🥲

Coryo: Well, I just quit watching the games the moment I saw a kid bit off another kid’s fingers.

Festus: So?

Coryo: He swallowed them.

Festus: Oh.

Coryo: You all know that I hate cannibals, right?

Persephone: *starts crying*

Coryo: Not you, Price.🙄

Livia: Well, I just don’t watch the games because it’s not really my cup of tea. I mean, there’s no romance, no gossips, no breakups-

Juno: Nothing. I gave it a zero.

Arachne: True. It lacks that ✨reality drama✨ that we girlies crave for.

Dennis: I watched it once with my mom and my very sensitive dad. Never again.

Coryo: Why? What happened?

Dennis: My poor daddy had nightmares for a whole year. Even now, he’s still crying about it.

Coryo: Wait. Is that why your mom now runs and rules the Capitol Black Market without him?

Dennis: Yup! My daddy officially decided to become a stay-at-home househusband.

Persephone: Like mine!😀

Dennis: No, Price. Not like yours.

Persephone: Not like mine? But my sweet daddy is also a stay-at-home househusband.

Dennis: For the wrong reasons.

Persephone: He’s just living his best werewolf life!

Coryo: No offense, Percy, but your sweet daddy is clinically insane.

Palmyra: Like us!😀

Coryo: I know that we’re all insane, but not Nero “I am a scary werewolf” Price insane.

Persephone: But-

Coryo: He hunts rabid raccoons for breakfast and howls at the moon.

Gaius: Cool.

Coryo: He also fought 10 wild coyotes, 5 Peacekeepers, and a stray brown bear for some lima beans once. It was epic.

Felix: Was he arrested?

Coryo: No. You can’t arrest a self proclaimed werewolf. It’s illegal.

Felix: Illegal? Who approved of that law?

Coryo: Your granduncle.

Felix: *sighs* That checks out.😑

Persephone: Aren’t we talking about the Hunger Games?🥲

Coryo: Oh, yeah. How about you, Moss? Why did you stop watching Highbottom’s Killer Kids Game?

Iphigenia: It’s too brutal for my liking. And my grocery store has a sh*tty TV. How about you, Ney Ney?

Vipsania: No introduction, no narrative, no story. Just plain killing.😪

Palmyra: There’s no food commercials after every kill!

Coryo: What the heck, Palm Palm!

Felix: My crazy granduncle- I mean, the President of Panem usually invites me over to one of his exclusive ✨THG Watch Parties✨, but after the 4th time watching, puking, and screaming, I just couldn’t stomach the gore anymore.

Clemensia: Ok? So if you’re in charge of The Hunger Games, what would you change? What would you like to do if you recreated the games from scratch?

Everyone: Everything!

Sejanus: And no killing!

Felix: Yeah! Let’s agree and write a “no killing” policy!

Coryo: Make sure to add the “no gore” and “no cannibalism” rule as well, Class Pres.

Felix: On it. *scribbles*

Apollo: Hear me out. ✨Hunger Games: Panem’s Next Top Model✨!

Diana: No! It should be ✨Hunger Games: Dancing With The Stars✨!🤩

Livia: Ew. Your ideas suck! It should be ✨Hunger Games: LOVE ISLAND✨!💅

Sejanus: No! ✨Hunger Games: The Great Panem Bake Off✨ is gonna be the best program ever!

Coryo: Babe, what are you talking about?! ✨Hunger Games: Panem’s Got Talent✨ is the superior show!

Io: No! You’re all wrong! ✨Hunger Games: 90 DAY FIANCÉ✨ will have the most views!

Hilarius: ✨Hunger Games: Single’s Inferno✨ is better and spicier!

Palmyra: Suck it, Hilari! ✨Hunger Games: Fear Factor✨ will be the most iconic show!

Urban: You guys are not thinking! ✨Hunger Games: Project Runway✨ is the best concept! Just you wait! I will revolutionize Panem’s fashion industry!

Festus: What?! No! You’re so wrong, Ban Ban! ✨Hunger Games: TOP CHEF✨ will revolutionize Panem’s food industry!

Domitia: I kinda agree with Creed.

Dennis: Yeah. A food competition sounds nice.

Persephone: Oh, c’mon! ✨Hunger Games: Big Brother✨ will be a certified classic!

Pup: You’re kidding, right? ✨Hunger Games: Panem’s Ninja Warrior, Ultimate Beastmaster✨ will get us the most sponsors!😎

Felix: Slow down! All of your ideas and suggestions are great!

Palmyra: Thanks!☺️

Felix: But I can’t keep up with all that shouting!

Livia: Just do your stupid job, Class Pres! And FYI, mine’s the best. So make sure to highlight ✨LOVE ISLAND✨.

Festus: Oh, Horn of Plenty! I have another great idea!

Coryo: Fire away, Creed.

Festus: Hear me out. ✨Hunger Games: Keeping Up With The Ravinstills✨!

Coryo: Festus, my dumpster brother from another mother, you are a certified genius!😂

Sejanus: I’ll even trade my scheming old man to see that show air anytime!

Felix: That doesn’t even make sense?! How can the Tributes participate on that show?!

Juno: No offense, Felix, but we also want to see the chaotic family drama that you and your cousins are currently living in.

Coryo: I kinda agree with Juno, Class Pres. I mean, just last week, four out of your eight uncles got arrested by your other four uncles, just because of “illegally” breeding Bichon Frisé puppies inside your crazy granduncle’s secret basement.

Felix: How did you even get that private information?!

Coryo: You told us yourself.

[that-sweet-almond]

The Story That Wrote Itself

@dukexietyweek 2024 Day 7 - Supervillain + Stuffed Animals

Word Count: 6122 (Ao3)

Rating: T

Characters: Remus, Virgil, Janus, Mrs. FluffyBottoms

Pairing: Dukexiety

Warnings: spiders, sexual dialogue, self aware narrator, Villain Janus, mentions of violence; i really dont know if I'm missing anything

Taking upon himself to tell the tale of how Duke defeated the slithering villain terrorizing this realm and the next, our smart, ambitious narrator recounts his most harrowing adventure yet using a whole lot of inappropriate language, in this refreshing new take on expectations and how to (not) write for a prompt fill.

Once upon a time, in a land far far away, there was a kingdom made of stitches and magic, and that nameless kingdom was ruled by a small stuffed pickle. Yes, you read that correctly. Standing at a proud 12 inches in height, Duke was the chosen name of the squishmallow that the narrator was only now realizing didn’t fit the prompt he was trying to complete, so he was now retroactively deciding that, deep down, this little ball of delightful softness had been a raccoon or a skunk before being cursed to live the life of a boringly shaped plushie. Duke was certainly much more special than an uninteresting collector’s item bound to spend his shortly numbered years choking on dust. To prove his uniqueness and originality, he had a charming brown mustache that he had personally sewn into the green fabric of his velvety body, and all of the deliciousness of a real pickle, if you liked to sink your teeth into that kind of thing. His insides were pillowy and pure, and the marks of his curation were tattooed into his skin with carefully placed embroidered lines, following the curves of his naturally round body. Lastly, a dashing stem sat at the top of his head, curled handsomely to compliment his permanent winking face.

Before his rise to fame, Duke was nothing more than a pickle with a dream, which only made him an even more special toy in that sense: he wished to be cuddled by the broodiest, most frightening knight of all the land, a tall human with vibrant purple hair. You see, he was from another realm, a dark chasm many moons away from the Duke’s hometown, a place from where no other plushie had ever returned, and with no legs to allow him to embark on such a journey, the pickle could only fantasize about seeing his fair complexion once he came to visit their brightly lit country.

Mrs. FluffyBottoms, the floppy bunny that had come to be their president, was always greeted by the tall human whenever he appeared to cloud their twinkling lights, but it wasn’t without a price. Love had worn through the stitches of their limbs, darkened her once white fur, and Duke shivered at the thought of being so obviously cherished by the knight’s large, crushing arms, so visibly claimed to anyone that put their buttons on his rounded figure.

Of course, not every plushie agreed with him, and the public opinion of the dark emo met its demise one later afternoon. Mrs. FluffyBottoms was one of their oldest members, a stuffy that had stopped being produced somewhere in the 80’s, and in a town composed mostly of younger, softer citizens, her old years stuck out like a stained paw. Her stuffing was beat up and frail, gathered on her fingerless hands and feet for stability, but their movements were getting more and more clumsy each day, and everyone knew they wouldn’t last much longer.

And then his muse had appeared, like a storm cloud on a hot summer day. Muttering inaudible grumbles to the other plushies of their realm, he had swiftly captured Mrs. FluffyBottoms, wrapping his long, pale fingers around her emptying torso, only to melt himself into the blades of the carpet, taking her down the portal only the humans could access. Chaos ruled for many days, their president’s kidnapping affecting the older plushies the hardest, thinking they were to be next, their sleeping hours haunted by the thoughts of what the villain’s hands would do to them, but the sexy pickle knew better. Trusting in the tall human with all of the magic stored in his white insides, Duke had awaited by the outskirts of town for his return, secretly cursing Mrs. FluffyBottoms for taking his rightful place.

When all hope was lost, a man had come to appease the gentry. He was different from his dark knight, his voice higher and more gentle, eyes framed with glass and body decorated by the colors of the human skies. For these attributes, Chocolate, a tiny stuffed puppy, had deemed this fellow their temporary leader, the carrier of a prophecy, and the collective hatred and delirium of the plushies of the town had somehow created an epic story about how one of them would soon be selected to save their lives from the tyranny of Mrs. FluffyBottoms’ kidnapper.

Duke paid them no mind, impatiently spending his days looking out into the horizon, past their mountainous book piles and the wooden gateway that led to his knight’s realm, longing for the day when he would arrive to whisk him away too.

It was one such day, his pickle body full of aching at the thought of never seeing him again, when the prophecy came true.

The lights were out in their little town, which meant many toys were sleeping, except for our beloved food shaped stuffie. Stubbornly awaiting by the outskirts of the realm, Duke wobbled in place, thinking about how to overcome his massive boredom. Most of the other plushies didn’t enjoy his company, and it was only partially because he had no mouth that he could use to communicate with them. In his most desperate moments, Duke was known to get awfully chummy with anything sharp enough to cut through fabric, but fate always stopped him before he could tear a speaking hole through his own face, usually in the form of their savior rolling around and stealing the pair of scissors or the pocket knife that Duke had already stollen from him to begin with.

Once you were known for your mildly creepy, silent antics, there was really no going back.

Casting his single eye upon the closed gateway, Duke wondered about the other realms of their world for what felt like the millionth time. The humans ought to take it for granted, exploring distances that would take him days of travel, and although he could not feel exhaustion, on the count of not having any muscles, tedium sounded just as painful as the figurative leg cramps.

Distracting him from the phantom sensation of curling and uncurling one’s toes, Duke suddenly caught sight of a shadow moving just out of the corner of his eye. As he turned to inspect it, the darkness stilled, leaving his pickle body feeling restless and uneasy; emotions that could not help him as he was inevitably attacked. His assailant, as black as the night, aimed right for his face, and Duke thought to scream in his overly conscious mind, as if anyone could hear him besides himself. It was an amazing outlet for the growing tension nestling inside his cushy insides.

- Keep it down, will you? – hissed the jumping shadow, several soft paws sticking to his fabric.

Oh Gods, you can hear me?!, Duke immediately squealed to himself, high on delirious adrenaline, Before my power runs dry, I want a mouth and a seven inch—

- Shh! – demanded the infinite darkness that was still clinging to his face. – I’m just me, I’m not—I’m not a God, let alone several.

Oh.

He couldn’t help but be a little disappointed about that.

You know no one else can hear me, right? You should really think twice before picking your targets.

- Targets? Plural?

Well, you’re covering my eye for a reason, aren’t you?

- Sure, let’s go with that – something brushed against Duke’s forehead, a suspiciously skittish energy sparking from the other’s repetitive movements. – I just need some information. I wasn’t trying to go for your eye…

And with that short explanation, the shadow crawled upwards, comfortably resting on top of the pickle’s head and granting him back his vision.

- That old bunny that is always around, has it returned?

Old bunny? You mean Mrs. Fluffybottoms?

- … what kind of a name is—Why am I asking, I don’t care – the multiple paws resting where Duke’s eye couldn’t reach shuffled around, barely weighting enough for his squishy body to sag. – Yes, I guess I mean her.

Well, I haven’t seen her, the plushie answered, doing his best to mimic what his voice might sound like if he had shoulders that he could shrug with. A sexy human showed up and whisked her away! I’ve been waiting for him to come back, actually.

A prolonged silence followed Duke’s incredibly useful and honest answer, and if the narrator had to guess, it was because Mister Fuzzy Paws was far too impressed by his story telling abilities to immediately remember how to speak before such grandiosity.

Finally, just as the little pickle gathered his focus to think another line of dialogue, the shadow spoke up.

- She’s not in his room. I was hoping she would have walked by her own foot back to her house…

Either she got lost on the way or they were kidnapped again.

- Again? No, I didn’t—I mean, t-the human told her where they were going.

He did??

- What’s this about kidnapping… Why can’t I have a moment of peace.

His unaddressed mumbling clearly wasn’t trying to evoke an actual answer from Duke, but this was the longest anyone had spoken to him in weeks, and the rush of happiness bouncing around his soft insides had him too giddy to remain quiet.

What’s your name? Mine is Duke. I was found on a parking lot by the side of a busy road during a thunderstorm. My story before that was pretty boring, actually. I think I was being sold at a Target before—

- Woah, slow down, I can barely understand you – the multiple points of contact between them detached and attached to him just as restlessly as Duke’s plushy guts were feeling, like thousands of micro head pats moving with the intent of calming the both of them down. – What do you even want my name for?

Well, we’re buddies now! I can’t keep calling you a shadow.

- Shadow? I’m not even—

What are you then? I can’t exactly tilt my head back, make you fall and then bend over you so that my eye can see your likeness. I mean, I can, but I don’t want to.

- How generous of you… – the not shadow scoffed.

You’re evading my questions! I answered yours, you gotta answer mine.

- Okay, okay, jeez…

Falling silent after relenting, his new friend ever so gently crawled down the right side of his body, his stiff fur brushing against his velvety fabric, until all of his paws were on the carpet, a single second of silence stretching out between them until the eagerness overcame everyone’s favorite Duke. His dismounted buddy had front row seats for all the wonderous ways in which his sexy pickle could move, his jaunty twists and vigorous jumps turning his soft body around until he was face to face with the other.

Eight beady eyes shimmered in the darkness, attached to an unmoving, surprisingly hairy creature. It was not a toy, Duke could tell as much, but exactly what it was, he didn’t have a clue. Short in height but large in length, his nameless companion easily blended with the background of their nightly realm, the color of his body nowhere near as flashy as Duke’s vibrant green goodness. Further focusing on his features, the pickle could pick apart his multiple paws, counting at least ten long limbs, until the two dangling from what was probably his face shifted, as if brushing against each other, and something about the gesture discarded that kind of characterization for those two specific appendages.

Something to ask about when he wasn’t so utterly mesmerized by the sight in front of him.

- I’m… I’m a tarantula.

What’s that?

- Uhm, it’s like. It’s like a hairy spider.

Ooh!, Duke bounced in place, his very smart brain recognizing that word, The savior hates those, you better be careful.

- The savior? – the tarantula asked, his paws tucking closer to his torso.

Yea! He’s the tall human that talks to us sometimes. He controls our sun and has been ruling over the land ever since Mrs. Fluffybottoms got taken.

- Good thing the “sun” is out then…

How he went about signaling quotation marks with just his mouth, the narrator has no idea, but it is a fact that it happened, and that this story is all the more believable because of it. You cannot not trust the writer’s word on this. Even if it was too dark for him to see what was going on.

Don’t worry about the big guy, he wouldn’t hurt a fly! At least not intentionally. He couldn’t help himself once, and I saw him grabbing one with his tongue, but he was so upset about it afterwards that he hugged all of us! Even me!!

- That’s, uh… That’s reassuring, I guess.

And I could protect you, in a pinch. I know this town like the back of my hand!

- You don’t have hands.

Would you have preferred if I said that I know it like the back of my ass? Cuz that’s what I wanted to go with, but it’s too dark to see if your reaction to it would be funny.

- And too dark to see your ass – the spider grumbled, clearly displeased with the idea.

In truth, the darkness was not an issue, because everybody knows tarantulas were the most active at night, so the question was not if he could see it, but why he wasn’t reacting to the fact that the squishy pickle had butt cheeks.

So yea, it was dark, but it hardly mattered. Unless they suddenly embarked on a quest to rescue Mrs. Fluffybottoms. With Duke’s general lack of body parts that could sense pain and his buddy’s feisty persona, they would be an unstoppable duo. Of course, that’s where the plot was headed, once these two stop trying to take over their own predetermined destiny.

But narrator, I hear you ask, how is any of this possible? How is a spider talking, and how is a squishmallow communicating telepathically? And to that I say, you’re the one that clicked on this story, so you don’t get to question the crazy expressions of creativity!

On a lighter note, how else would this narrative unfold? How would we ever know what drives our delicious pickle forward? I can only do so much, recounting his tale and transcribing his thoughts. The rest is magic, embedded onto the fibers of his being, from that pesky curse that I told you about at the beginning! See, I knew I’d make it come full circle.

- Anyways, I really have no reason to stick around, so… I better get going.

Something close to panic clawed low on Duke’s plushie insides.

Wait, why are you leaving?! Weren’t you looking for Mrs. Fluffybottoms??

- And I am – the tarantula shifted around, and only then did the pickle realize that he had yet to be given a name. – But she’s not here, so like I said. No reason to stick around.

Can you take me with you? Duke twisted into himself, hopping a few inches closer to his fleeing friend. You might have to carry me if you’re in a hurry, but I’m really light. I barely weight a thing!

- And why would I do that?

Because we’re friends now. Because I don’t want to be abandoned this quickly ever again. Sad, pitying notions for such a graceful little stuffy, but something that was also threated into the fibers of his being, alongside that magic. One might say it was the reason why it was cast in the first place.

Well, you clearly don’t know what you’re doing. You didn’t even know her name! How are you going to find her if you don’t know where to look for?

- I know where to look, that’s why I’m here – the spider growled, defensive of his methods despite the obvious flaws they held. – I don’t need your help.

What if you wanted my help? Hm? I know I want to offer it.

Duke skipped closer to the disgruntled tarantula, following after his scramming paws.

- I’m good, thanks.

What about a travel buddy? A walking tune singer? You don’t even have to pay me!

- I don’t have money, even if you did deserve to get paid.

So you recognize my services are worthy a penny!, Duke excitedly counteracted, And! Mrs. Fluffbottoms is like me. Her mouth is a line of stitches that she can’t open, so she talks through gestures. You’ll need a translator once we find her.

- Are you serious? – the spider sighed, which was an incredibly impressive feat since Duke didn’t know he had lungs, and finally stopped walking, sparing him a few short seconds to catch up.

I swear on my stem!

His eight black eyes did not blink, or move, from what Duke was able tell, but he could feel the tarantula’s gaze scanning him up and down, goosebumps breaking through his smooth fabric like hands changing the direction of his filaments, leaving his body rough and patchy under the attention.

- I’m not even going to ask…

Turning his face away from him, he added.

- Fine, I guess you can—

And that was how Duke first came to learn about the sensation of someone trying to take a bite out of him. In his anticipation for the trip ahead, he could not be blamed for how he skipped in place, eagerly squealing to himself, but soon he found that the small jumps were not enough to disperse the prickling attaching to his insides, that bigger leaps would be needed if he wanted to calm down. And one of those leaps just so happened to be in his friend’s general direction, which just so happened to make him land right on top of said friend. Powered by anxiety and startled confusion, the tarantula’s body moved on its own, mouth cracking open as his pedipalps parted, attaching themselves to the fabric of his green attacker before his fangs rapidly sunk into his fiber flesh.

To say it was an unpleasant experience would be an understatement. Duke’s taste was what he imagined carpets to be like, dust and all, and that was ignoring the completely sensory overwhelm of his soft fabric directly brushing against his fangs. His outer layer was thin and malleable, somehow untearable, so the tarantula simply found himself sinking his teeth further and further into him until he had a mouthful of pillowy material, and none of the satisfaction of shredding through something. And as if it wasn’t bad enough, he could hear Duke laughing.

That- It, It tickles!, he said, in between chocking on his own giggles and trying to escape from the bite, Do I taste good?

Taking that as an opportunity to overrule his own instincts, the spider spit him out, pedipalps frantically rubbing in front of his face, wanting to reach inside of his mouth to rid it of the disgusting feeling that still nestled inside of that cavity and being unable to.

- No. That was a warning. Don’t touch me if you don’t want to be bitten again.

Jeez, you’re no fun, Duke shivered, seemingly shaking off the sensation of nearly being skewered before fluffing himself back to full volume. Lead the way! I can’t promise that I won’t try to scare you again if you let boredom catch up to us tho.

Either properly threatened by that response or desperately trying to run away from the crazy unkillable pickle, his nameless companion took to walking in the direction of the gateway, promptly slipping through a crack in it that was surprisingly big enough for the both of them to pass through, and finding themselves on the other side, the spider wasted no time on sightseeing, promptly making a sharp left turn. The Carpeted Fields were not as exciting as Duke had always pictured them, perhaps because it was so late into the night that he couldn’t see much of anything, but the air smelled different out here, even his friend’s skittering sounding unlike what it did back in his hometown.

So where are we going? I’ve never been out here before.

- There’s only one other place where Mrs. FluffySomething could be – the spider hissed, this time not so literally, his deep voice lowered on the account of the unpredictable dangers of their perilous travel. -  I thought to check it first, but it was too risky.

Ooh, a challenge! I love challenges! Were you afraid of getting smooshed? Is that why you didn’t go in there?

Duke tried to contract the right places in his rounded body to make himself do a little happy skip, but he ended up landing a bit more clumsily than he had intended, so really, it just looked like he had tripped on himself somehow. It distracted his travel buddy for long enough that he forgot what they were talking about to begin with.

- I just needed to make sure I wasn’t putting my life on the line for nothing.

You’re really lucky I’m not some sort of plushie serial killer. Or a guard.

- Your town has those? – the tarantula asked for the sake of the conversation, the hint of disbelief in his voice revealing his genuine opinion on the matter.

What, guards or serial killers?

- Both? Either??

Well, I’ve never personally seen either, but that’s usually what the other toys call me. And I’ve never actually murdered any of them yet! You catch a guy with a pocket knife once and suddenly you’re more dangerous than the golden stabby statues that think they are better than everyone! I don’t see them talking either, and they’ve never been accused of tearing through plushies with their mighty shiny hands!

- … have you actually done that? Use, uh, a pocket knife to…

No! I just like weapons!! Can’t a guy have a special interest in peace without being framed for toyslaughter?!

Amidst his bubbling rage, a quiet sound broke him out of his furious ranting, and even though the pickle had no ears with which he could strain his hearing, he did it anyways, only to realize that he was chasing after a very airy sound, like short gasps, or a really breathy laugh. The thought that it might be the last option suddenly made Duke’s insides feel a little more warm, cozy instead of uncomfortably hot.

- Well, too bad I’m not travelling with a killer. Guess I’ll have to be the one to attack any enemies.

Now, I didn’t say that! I can kill things! I just didn’t want you to freak out on me.

The airy sound grew a little louder, the rasping more intentional, and the giggles pouring out of the spider made Duke wish he had as many arms as he did, so he could jump on top of him and hug him with all of them.

- I guess I appreciate that – his nameless friend stopped his laughter to say, his voice still retaining a hint of a smile. – You’re not scared? That there might be enemies?

Why would I be? My body is an indestructible fortress!!

Before there could be any kind of reaction, a mysterious creak echoed through The Carpeted Fields. Immediately, Duke felt like they were being watched, like their harmless conversation had summoned their first boss fight, and his single eye jumped from the tarantula to the endless darkness that stood beyond him, waiting for something to happen.

Raising a single paw in the air, his friend silently told him to wait.

- A door opened. – he explained after excruciatingly long seconds of stillness. – We’re walking into a trap.

Well, isn’t it a good thing that it’s open? That means we get to kill them faster!

- … you can’t sense tension, can you?

Romantic tension?

- N- No—

Cuz sometimes it’s pretty obvious, but most of the time it is not directed at me, so maybe that’s why it seems—

- No, I’m not talking about that! – the spider aggressively hushed, one of his back paws sticking to the fabric of his mustache before tugging him closer. – It doesn’t matter. Just go ahead, check the coast for me.

I mean, only if we get to keep holding hands like this.

- Neither of us have hands.

I’m accepting that as a yes.

- No, wait—

With a surprising amount of strength, Duke folded the top half of his pickle body over the fuzzy paw, and without further hesitation, shimmied ahead, forcing the tarantula to keep up with him as they crossed through The Carpeted Fields. A mild breeze blew past them, and assuming the realm they were invading worked just like the one where he came from, Duke took to following the wind, accepting it as guidance of where to turn amongst the darkness. Soon, they were upon another gateway, the touch of the air moving both the blades inside and outside of the kingdom that nestled past it, so he surged forward without a second thought, searching for the window that had brought them this far.

Only a few jumps in, and his friend’s theory turned out to be correct. With a harsh bang, the door closed behind them, trapping them inside, and the paw he had been holding finally found a way to escape, ripping away from his fabric before scurrying across the darkness.

- Welcome. I have been expecting you. – a smooth, sultry voice spoke, accompanied by the familiar sound of fabric brushing against fabric. – I ssssee that you even brought a friend with you! How adorable.

The text book villain expertly slithered through the night, inciting fear in the hearts of the citizens of this realm with such a simple string of words. Barely kept away from view, Duke could sense the presence of thousands of eyes sticking to him, mortified into submission in the presence of this sexy, unseen threat, but like the brave pickle that he was, he refused to back down now that he was here, standing a little straighter before the incoming danger.

- Won’t either of you sspeak to me? How crasssss. And here I was hoping for some company after ever so graciously allowing you both inside.

At least invite me for dinner first.

The shadows stilled, started into motionless obscurity. The pouting villain quickly recovered his resolve, the quiet brushing returning to scare away the silence, but Duke knew exactly what he was doing. He was trying to locate them by voice alone. Too bad the projection of his thoughts was magical, and therefore, not affected by the distance possibly separating them.

- Who ssaid that?

The friend! The name’s Duke. I’d go and shake your hand but you know, can’t see a thing in front of my mustache unless you turn on a couple of lights.

- How odd. I never knew someone could… sspeak like you do.

Silence reigned for the briefest of moments, the curiosity veiled behind those words telling Duke it was only polite to allow the other to continue talking. Of course, the villain thought our amazing pickle had more to say as well, so their miscommunication rendered them both befuddlingly speechless for a couple of seconds.

- Well – the attractive voice muttered after that moment had passed, audibly clearing his throat. – I shall turn on a few lights then.

With a soft woosh, magic traveled across the land, fulfilling his promise. From his spot on the floor, Duke felt a gentle breeze caress his soft fabric before the realm was reborn with light, the large, scented candles placed on mountainous shelves and across a desk flickering to life, nothing more than shy flames hiding behind frosted glass. The glow that they provided was dim and controlled, only further contributing to the whole villainous persona that the hissing voice was cultivating, but the narrator knew it was all an act, a cover for their unthreatening appearance.

Hiding amongst the shadows, Duke found a long, slithering body slowly slipping behind the fallen covers of the unmade bed.

- And whatever are you supposed to be, Duke? – the strangely kind criminal asked, his hissing minimal. – I have never seen such a round… mysterious shape like yourself before.

Isn’t it obvious?? I’m a pickle!

- A pickle? – amusement sparkled across the room in the form of boisterous laughter, sharp and distinct like a good villain laugh should be. – Well, you certainly are a treat to my old button eyes.

Oh, don’t sell yourself short! You’re just as delicious as me, I bet.

- … That, iss an opinion, I won’t be refuting. – the dismembered voice mumbled, a small, moving fold cautiously appearing over by the edge of the bed. – Why are you here, little pickle? I can’t see why Virgil would ever find himself in such pleasant company.

Virgil?

- That awfully rude spider that you dragged in here – he continued, a thin pink tongue cutting through the air manifesting a strangely human hiss. – Always sssticking his paws where they don’t belong!

Well, he….

Duke forgot the words that his mouth had formed to say next, too perplexed by what his eye was seeing to function. From the height of the tall mattress, a long yellow snake revealed himself to him, his small black eyes cut into sharp, menacing half circles, sewn at a fear inducing angle. His fuzzy toy body had no scales, not even those that were ironed over fabric and that peeled away over time, and at the top of his snake head, a tiny bowler hat rested, giving him quite a dapper look, for somebody that was entirely naked besides that.

- Even he knows he sshouldn’t be here – the reptilian villain hissed softly, calmly sliding alongside the edge of the bed. – Honestly, leaving his friend alone for me to monologue to? How… utterly convenient.

The pointy end of his tail whipped across the air, colliding against something Duke couldn’t see from where he was standing, but the venomous hiss that followed was far too familiar for him not to recognize it, not to chase after. Caught around his smooth, strong coils, the tarantula that had escaped from Duke’s side was baring his fangs at the snake, all of his eight eyes glaring at the slimy villain.

- D’aww, there’s no need for that kind of behavior, Virgil – he mocked, his neck raising away from the bed until his dark shadow was just as long and menacing as him. – We wouldn’t want for anything bad to happen to you, would we?

- Fuck you!!

- Gasp, you offend me. After all of the things I did for you, this is how you treat me.

From the floor, Duke saw the snake’s body tightening around Virgil, one of his hairy legs frantically jerking in the air as his fangs lunged for the yellow fabric trapping him. The villain cocked his head to the side, but otherwise didn’t react.

- Really? How many times have you tried to do that in the past?

Virgil didn’t answer, simply biting down onto him with even more strength than before.

- Ouch – the snake flatly enunciated, nearing the top half of his body closer to where the rest of him was gathered. – Could you stop?

Listen, you’re really sexy and stuff, but we didn’t come here to have that kinda fun with you.

-… Pardon?

Isn’t that what’s happening right now?, Duke moved his eye from the snake to the spider, You’re acting like the mean, scary dom that wants to overpower the other mean, scary dom? I mean, doesn’t seem like his tarantula butt is interested in you other than how you’re related to Mrs. Fluffybottoms, so—

A loud, angry hiss cut through his ongoing reasoning, splitting through the other plushie’s mouth with such a foul temper that the black inside that he normally kept hidden was visible to everybody in the room.

- This is ridiculousss! And here I thought I could convince you to join my sside once you saw how pathetic this sspider issss. – the snake raised Virgil in the air by his tail, the damp spot of venom progressively darkening the yellow fabric there making it seem like the villain had had a little bit of an incident. – Instead, you come looking for that unworthy bunny that keeps getting in my way!

For a dreadful moment, Duke thought he was about to launch Virgil towards the ground, hurling him to his very real, very painful death, but the expressions on his black button eyes sobered up, and the tension stiffening up his tail eased somewhat, though not enough for the tarantula to wiggle away from. Trapped and humiliated, there wasn’t much energy left in his legs to push through this tremendously foiled plan.

- Couldn’t you have made me look any more useless? – Virgil suddenly asked, shattering right through the narrator’s rock solid focus.

- Why are you reading over my shoulder? I thought I told you to web Mrs. Fluffbottoms to the ceiling of the canopy bed!

- And I did that like, five minutes ago – he huffed, shoving his hands inside of the big pockets of his hoodie. – What are you even writing?

- Oh, you see, I found this cool thing on Tumblr with prompts for different days of an entire week and I’m putting my fingies to work. – the narrator explained, his attention never departing from the monitor of his laptop. - If I don’t make it to the late submission deadline, it’s your fault!

- And? I’ve read through most of it already.

- You’re also ruining my Funky Flow – the narrator pouted, really sticking out his bottom lip as he tilted his head back to meet Virgil’s eyes. – Only kisses can revive it now.

- Of course they can.

Utterly hypnotized by the narrator’s uniquely irresistible charm, the tall emo drew in behind him, his long, gentle fingers threading through Remus’s dark hair. A dangerous smirk cut through his cheeks, his slightly parted lips hinting at the presence of his white, shiny fangs, and the duke went willingly once Virgil tugged him back, the top of his head sinking into his soft belly.

- I’ll kiss you if you don’t make me lose to Janus. – the narrator’s adoring boyfriend proposed, combing through his hair until his coherent thoughts fizzled into indistinguishable static.

- That’s Doctor Noodle for your information – the duke purred in a quiet little voice, trembling as Virgil’s hands dipped down towards his face, his thumbs smoothing out over his cheeks before they slowly took exploring his exposed neck.

- Medical Doctor or another kind of PhD?

- You’ll have to ask Roman that. He’d the one that named the thing.

Leaning down until the light above their heads was completely blocked by Virgil’s shoulders, Remus dared to close his eyes in anticipation, expecting for at least a few spidery kisses before somebody tried to interrupt them.

- I’m not saving you if your brother walks through that door looking for his plushies – his boyfriend threatened, his wandering hands making it very hard to think why they were still talking about Pissy.

- I think I was promised kisses.

- Maybe – his breath tickled across Remus’s lips, his body moving against the top of his head. – And maybe I was promised an accurate representation of how I act, and yet, here we are.

Whining loudly so that the whole world could hear about his misery, Intrusive Thoughts tried to wrap his arms around Virgil’s neck, trapping him in this awkward position so that he’d have no other choice but to pay for his freedom in kisses, but unfortunately, his sneaky spider escaped right at the last minute, stepping away and leaving him alone with his raging heart boner.

- I’ll do it! – the duke whined, quickly turning around to try to get his hands on Virgil one last time. – I just need a few wittle kisses to motivate me!

Scrunching up his face, his cruel boyfriend dodged his loving grabs with little to no effort.

- You’re getting even less kisses if you start speaking in uwu voice.

- Aww, but you love it when I act like that! – Remus protested, nearly abandoning his laptop so he could jump his boyfriend’s bones.

- Do I? – Virgil raised in eyebrow at him, treating him like a misbehaving dog.

If he knew the story from the beginning, he’d know that Duke was a raccoon and/or a skunk!!

Needless to say, the narrator couldn’t keep on narrating when he had such a mean spider to catch.

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10 Questions Game

Tagged by: @murdadixon 🙄🖤

1. What is your phone background?

Lock screen - Negan Smith

Home screen - Andy Biersack

2. Who is your favorite singer?

My favorite stand-alone singer is probably Post Malone but this is such a difficult question. I know this wasn’t asked but my favorite rapper is, without contest, Eminem. Always has been, always will be. Yk who’s growing on me as a singer, though? Ricky Montgomery. He’s slowly climbing my Top Listened!

3. Favorite Band?

Also difficult. I love so many. I’m currently hyper-fixated on Black Veil Brides once again, for the millionth time, so I will tentatively list them as my favorite band for now with the begrudged knowledge that this answer is subject to change at any time. I have been listening religiously for a decade, though.

4. Who is your favorite character of all time?

I hate you for asking me this! I have so many favorites but after sitting here and grueling over an answer, I have decided that it’s an impossible call-off between MCU Thor and Lip Gallagher. I have characters that I love a whole lot and go in and out of having a special interest on, such as Spider-Man, Batman, Deadpool, Moon Knight, Jason Todd, but they’re not at the top. I can’t even say that my current favorite character is actually my favorite character because I’d be lying. But my favorite character as of right now is Negan.

5. What is your favorite book?

The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton. Until the day I die. I read it and it completely changed my life, seeing a book with stories so similar to how I’d grown up. I wrote passively, as an interest, but after reading this in 2 days (when I was supposed to read it with the class over the course of a month) I decided then and there that I wanted to actually become an author.

6. What is your favorite movie?

It’s been Avatar by James Cameron for almost 14 years now, since the day it first came out, but I think that the original Scream is finally starting to try and take its place as my fave. I suppose we shall see! 😩

7. Favorite Actor or Actress?

Ummmm, shit. Can’t choose. Jeremy Allen White, Chris Hemsworth, Matthew Lillard, Evan Peters. It’s an extensive list but they’re the ones who come to mind first. A lot of my favorites have already passed, like Heath Ledger, Chadwick Boseman, Robin Williams, Cameron Boyce, Angus Cloud, etc.

8. Favorite YouTuber?

I don’t really watch YouTube anymore—in fact I never got into YouTuber’s the way everyone else my age did, so all I can tell you is that Dan and Phil were the only people I watched on YT when I was younger. I think a little tiny bit of their gay rubbed off on me 🤔

9. Do you drink?

Errrmmmm. Not often. I used to drink way too much as a teenager and had a problem so now I really only do it if there’s some kind of occasion. Scared for my 21st birthday in November if I’m tbh with y’all.

10. If you were an animal, what would you be?

A few of my friends and I came to the conclusion that I’m a raccoon, but that I shouldn’t say that because it would be too easy for ppl to call me a POC slur (I’m Mixed) and I thought that was hysterical LMAO iykyk

Tagging @hopefulatrocity @lanadelnegan and @sonsofnight y’all are legit my only Tumblr friends

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A Q&A with Rocket and Ember

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1. What were your first impressions of each other?

R: I thought she was a bit weird, actually. I'd never seen someone like her before, but when she looked at me with those eyes... something clicked in me, and I wanted to get to know her.

E: I thought he was adorable, actually. I'd only seen raccoons in books, but never in person. I quickly found out that I shouldn't call him a raccoon.

2. Is it a casual relationship? True love? Something in between?

R: At first, we were friends, but that's how every relationship starts. We started to get closer to each other but never made it official. It took a long time before we became a couple.

E: Yeah, it was mostly because I was scared, actually. I'd never been in a relationship before, and I didn't want to go into one just to have it fall apart. I would have hated myself if I broke his heart.

3. What was your 'Oh geez, I have feelings for them' moment?

E: See, that's funny. I had been kidnapped by these evil men and sent into battle basically brainwashed, but then I saw Rocket, and he seemed to... snap me out of it. That's when I knew.

R: Took you that long, doll? For me, it was when you made all those little fire butterflies fly around when we first met Quill's dad.

4. Did either of you fight your feelings, or was it easy for you to accept?

E: Oh, I fought them. I didn't know how to handle it, so I kept telling myself 'why would he like you?' 'You're gonna be seen as desperate.' 'He'd never want you, especially after what you did.' So I lived in this delusion that he'd never want someone like me because of what I was and what I did.

R: I accepted my feelings for her pretty quick. I kept trying to drop hints - I needed her help with this weapon, I needed her to help me fix this part of the ship, I wanted her to come with me to go get supplies. I don't think she picked up on any of them.

E: I did not

5. When was your first 'I love you'? What prompted it? If neither has said it yet, why?

R: Ever since I found out I liked her, I'd mutter out an 'I like you', and then as I got more comfortable, I'd mutter an 'I love you'. She never heard me, of course. I didn't tell her to her face until after they saved me from that kill switch.

E: I didn't tell him until after all that happened and everyone was dancing around on Knowhere. Not as eventful at Rocket's explanation, but you know.

6. What was the biggest obstacle in your relationship?

E: Definitely my fear. I was so afraid of hurting Rocket that I didn't even want to try and develop anything more than friendship at first. I really regret not doing something about my feelings sooner.

R: I'd have to agree. I felt like I was living in a one-sided love because she always pushed me away. Ember, I love you, babe, but I could have had you for so much longer if you would have accepted your feelings! *laughs*

7. What drew you to each other the most?

R: I was drawn to her personality. She can be so kind and sweet in one moment, then protective and... I guess a bit crazy the next. She has never once let anyone down, and I doubt she ever will.

E: I was drawn to his snark and sass. As crazy as that seems, I find it attractive when he gets sassy. It makes me smile because I know that most of the time, when he gets sarcastic, he's happy, if that makes sense.

8. What is a song you would use to describe your relationship?

R: That's really hard... um... I'm picking two. The first is Star Fire by Sleeping Wolf. The lyrics just kind of... remind me of her. Plus, I call her my starfire, so it fits. The second is The Moon Will Sing by The Crane Wives because the chorus specifically reminds me of how I feel for her. You know the whole 'I loved you like the sun' thing. Yeah. Those two remind me of her the most.

E: I'm also picking two since he got to. The first is this song called Half Life by Livingston. To me, that song kind of embodies our relationship because it talks about how someone would give up their life for another person. There's two lyrics in the song that remind me of Rocket. The first is 'you were made from stars to live a life you'd never love' which reminds me of how much Rocket kinda hated his life when we first met and how much that lab absolutely ruined him. The second lyric is similar, 'you were made from scars to live a life you'd rise above', which reminds me how in live with life he is now and how happy he is to be alive. The second song is Next To Me by Imagine Dragons because it reminds me of how for a while, I felt like I was letting everyone down and I felt like I was a monster, but Rocket did everything in his power to make me not feel that way and to help me through that.

R: Wow, I feel bad about my descriptions of the songs I chose now.

E: Don't worry, I still love you.

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If you have any questions for these two, feel free to comment!

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