#never trust anyone while playing Uno

[procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics]

snowfall

summary: when she’s young and in between foster families, she meets a scrawny kid named Simon. Simon sits to the side while the other kids play, and she gives him her sandwich. When he leaves, forced to go back to his dad, she feels bad for him.

Then, when she gets older, she realizes that Simon was the lucky one. He made it out.

notes: based on the song snowfall, bc I’ve been listening to it and thinking about this fic a lot lately

warnings: mentions of abuse, human trafficking and childhood trauma. Violence. Allusions to smut? Afab!reader

taglist: @majesticwren @obsessiveformiyatwins (hmu to be added to any taglist!)

masterlist | requests are OPEN!

You’re back to square one, where you always end up when a foster family lets you go. A big, grey house that was built in the sixties and not once painted afterwards, that’s square one. Makeshift beds and damp rooms, showers that smell of piss and food that has the consistency of cardboard.

The house is so terrible on the inside that everyone flees into the parking lot, a barely better place to be. In the dirt-poor areas of Manchester, it’s all anyone can ask for. The younger kids play with chalk or run around, chasing each other, while the ones your age pass cigarettes and other stuff to each other.

None of you know each other’s names, but you’ve all seen each other in passing. Kids that were left on their own, that don’t trust easy won’t talk to each other either. Not really.

It’s rare to see a new face, so the teen sitting off to the side while the others talk catches you by surprise.

He’s massively tall already, but scrawny as hell, his hair in the awkward stage between short and being grown out. His eyes flit around, meeting no one else’s.

“Haven’t seen you before.” You greet, and he barely looks up. You offer him your name, and he pauses before he responds.

“Simon.” He says finally. There’s a short silence, broken by his rumbling stomach, and you hand him your sandwich without thinking twice. You’re not a big fan of tomatoes. He hesitates, inspecting it before he takes a bite. He barely nods as you tell him you don’t like tomatoes, and you doubt he even heard you.

“What are you doing here? Never seen you before.” You attempt, trying to make conversation. He shrugs in response, and you don’t pry further.

Simon sticks to you like glue in the days afterwards, a silent shadow that towers over you. Timmy, a kid that joined a gang after feeling overly confident, tries to approach you twice, but apparently, Simon’s glower is more intimidating than his stature.

After a week and a half, a social worker interrupts a game of Uno between you and Simon, pulling him away for a conversation. That usually means one of two things: going home, or going to a family of strangers.

You never get to find out which one it is, because Simon doesn’t say goodbye. You tell yourself that he made it home, or at least made it out. He seems like the type.

***

Against your hopes, and in line with all odds, you don’t make it out. Bouncing between foster families leaves you frustrated, angry and alone. A recipe for disaster, and you know it. Two years after Simon left the grey house that smelled like a germaphobe’s nightmare, you did as well.

Barely eighteen, with no one to back you up and not a single penny on your name, that went to shit quicker than you might have thought, and you found yourself exactly where you did not want to end up: the crime scene of Manchester.

It started off with little favors. Timmy convinced you. He said it wasn’t hard to sell drugs. That you’d only have to do it a few times, and then you’d have enough money to start yourself off with a real job. Something honest.

Something that would finally get you some real security. A sense of permanence.

Over the years, little favors turned into bigger favors.

Timmy, of course, didn’t know batshit about anything, and he certainly did not care to look into things more than he had to for you. And by the time your idiot, barely not-adolescent brain realized that, you were in too deep.

You’d done everything wrong, because selling drugs for a few days ‘wouldn’t hurt anyone’.

That was how you ended up as the cliché character of anti-everything prevention movies they showed you, back in the grey house. Abused, beaten-up, trafficked, sold, and not even out of your twenties.

Each time you thought about it, you wanted to laugh at yourself, to try and stop yourself from missing the gray house and the exhausted social workers that weren’t paid enough to care for any of you.

Just this time, you couldn’t go back to the gray house. You weren’t a child anymore. This time, people came for you to make sure that you’d pay them back what you owed them. Technically, what Timmy owed them.

They, whoever they were, took you away from Manchester, the only semblance of home you’d ever known. You found yourself in an abandoned cargo hall, freezing cold. From what you could see, it was snowing outside, the chill creeping inside. The girl next to you was out like a light, either from drugs, exhaustion, the cold, or a combination of all three.

You could make peace with the fact that you would never get out. You could just accept it, like you’d accepted everything else in your life. A voice in your head screamed that it wasn’t fair, and it felt like that scream was becoming more and more real. There was a ridiculous notion in the back of your mind, telling you to get up.

It bled into the screech from the gates of the cargo hall, protesting as they were opened. Your captors pointed their guns, but thick, white smoke filled the building, and you felt yourself become suddenly sleepy.

The last thing you saw were shadowy figures storming the hall, gunfire ringing out, smoke filling your nose and mouth.

***

When you came to, the smoke had dissipated, but you were still in the cargo hall. A group of men in camouflage walked around the hall, checking the men that were lying on the floor. One of them approached you and the others.

Almost automatically, you slinked backwards, out of his reach, but he gave you a soft smile.

He was young, too young to be in a place like this, with a sweet expression on his face that felt too saccharine to belong in the midst of this violence.

“I’m Gaz.” He said. “I’m with the British army, and we’re here to take you home. Are you hurt?”

Varying reactions came from the people around you, and you felt yourself numbly nodding. Home. Had a God heard your prayer and then decided to turn it into a joke?

The doctors arrived a while later, taking a look at everyone that had been with you. Some of the girls around you were drug addicts, and going into withdrawal was never pretty. The cargo hall quickly filled with the stench of vomit and cold sweat, but it meant that you got the time to look at the men that had stormed the hall. A gruff man with sideburns, a Scot with a mohawk that was chattering away with Gaz and-

He was hulking, a mountain that wore a skull instead of a face. You’d never met someone like him in your life, but he paused when he saw you, and you knew that he’d seen you before, this behemoth of a man.

***

It takes two more days before you’re back in England, but it doesn’t feel like a homecoming. Some of the girls have people waiting for them, parents, children, boyfriends, girlfriends to run into their arms and hold. Some are like you. No one comes, and they leave on their own.

You want to follow them. You can’t go back to Manchester. You’ll only return for your papers, if those still exist, and then you’ll leave.

You’re about to finally lift your feet from the cold, concrete floor when you feel a pair of eyes burning into your back.

Turning around, you see it’s the one they call Ghost. He’s standing off to the side, and it reminds you of something. You can’t figure out what it is, even though you try so so hard to just remember.

“Thank you for getting us out of there.” You blurt out, and he looks like he wants to say something, his jaw almost cramping together as he makes a tiny movement. You think it’s towards you.

“I owed you for the sandwich.” He says. The shrug looks forced, and you know that he can’t bring himself to say something more honest. “No tomatoes, of course.”

The seconds it takes you to understand seem to tick by outside of your brain, like a clock hammering with each moment passed. Then, your jaw falls slack.

“Simon?” you ask, too loudly, and the Scot named Soap snaps his head around to stare at you.

He doesn’t reply, and he doesn’t have to. You recognize his height, his eyes, the awkward standing off to the side so suddenly that it hits you like a fucking train. How couldn’t you see it before?

This is Simon. The kid that-

“You left without saying fucking anything!” you accuse, and you’re sure the others think you’re exes.

He just nods, and that almost infuriates you. But he made it out. He made something of himself, and you have to respect that. It’s all you want, always slipping away from your grasp, and Simon got it. Carved it out for himself, by the looks of it.

And finally, after an eternity, Simon steps forward and holds out a bag with the yellow-and-green subway logo on it.

“Hope you like it.” He mumbles, and it’s an almost adorable gesture. There’s no tomatoes, as he promised. Someone remembered something from your childhood.

You take the bag, and then you take the step separating you and hug him tightly. Are you overstepping a boundary? Is he going to push you off roughly?

He doesn’t hug you back, but he does allow you to wrap your arms around him (or, as much as you can do that with his new size).

His teammates stare, but you don’t let go. Not for a while.

“You got a place to stay?” he asks, when the others have gotten over the shock of your interaction. There’s genuine concern in his eyes, and a part of you hopes that you’re special in this, because you helped him too. Somehow.

“McDonalds is always open, and I’ve got…” you reach into your pocket, finding a crumpled note. “Enough for a large drink.”

He shakes his head. He offers his apartment, his home up to you and you should say no because he could traffic you, or rape you, or hurt you just enough to make you drag yourself back to Timmy.

You get into the car with him, and your mind screams danger. Your gut’s feeling alright though, so you ignore it.

The first change beyond the obvious of his massive frame that you notice is that he’s gotten even quieter. While you drag yourself up the dark staircase with some effort, he stays true to his name, not a single scrape coming from his combat boots.

In the apartment, he switches on the light, and you take in the spartan interior. A small kitchen, a sofa, a TV, a coffeetable with a mug still on it. No dinnertable, but three pictures on the refrigerator.

A young boy, a woman that reminds you of the younger Simon (maybe his mother?) and his teammates. Gaz, Soap, the older guy, two men that you don’t recognize, standing in scenery that looks almost tropical.

He lets you stare, before he quietly shows you the bathroom. You let the lock click behind you, even though you know that wouldn’t make much of an obstacle for the person he’s become.

You shower as quickly as you can, slipping back into your underwear. You hesitate for a moment, and then you grab the big, fluffy bathrobe hanging over the towel rack. Someone had vomited on your shirt, and you refused to put it on again.

The robe was too big for you, black with white skulls on it, and you highly doubted that Simon had bought it for himself. Maybe the Scot that cracked jokes with, or rather at him, had bought it for him and he’d caved to using it.

When you walked out, Simon was pulling clean sheets over the bed in his bedroom. He lifted his head when he heard you, and even through the balaclava, you knew he was lifting a brow at you.

“You’re wearing Soap’s bathrobe.” He commented.

“Someone vomited on my shirt.”

Simon did not reply, but he did turn around to rummage in his closet, throwing you one of his old shirts. You went back into the bathroom to put it on, and decided to not comment on the fact that it looked like a midi dress on you.

He closed the door behind him when he went to sleep, and the click of the lock felt a little insulting to you. Yet, you couldn’t expect him to trust you.

Sleep did not come easy to you, and when it did, you only had nightmares.

After a particularly bad one, you woke up with a start, only to find yourself face-to-face with one of your captors, face hid behind a balaclava, and you screamed.

Only after a few moments did you realize that it was Simon.

Between your panicked apologizing, and his nervous tea-making, it took a while for either of you to speak.

“I’m sorry for not telling you I was leaving.” He said finally, sitting across from you on the sofa, and still managing to take up three fourths of it.

“You didn’t have to. You didn’t know me.” You replied.

“I clung to you.” He said under his breath, as if it was an admittance of weakness.

“I liked it. Made me feel less alone.”

Your hands found each other in the dark, his fingers curling around yours and you swore that you could feel his heart hammer in his wrist.

“I don’t want to go to Manchester alone.” You whispered. It was an admittance of defeat.

“I’ll go with you.” Simon replied. He had no incentive to.

In the dark, it didn’t feel as preposterous or dangerous to move closer to him. He stilled when your knee bumped against his leg, and you held your breath, waiting for his rejection.

It didn’t come, only a shaky breath from Simon that gave the smallest of hints about how he was feeling. His hand was still holding yours, warm and a little rough, but it felt real. It made you move closer, to try and lean into his touch.

His hand slipped from yours, and for a moment, you thought that you’d done something wrong, but then you felt it on your waist, and Simon pulled you onto his lap. Your hands flew to his chest to steady yourself, and you could feel his hammering heart beating under his shirt.

Simon was so massive that he engulfed you, drowned out everything around you, and you loved it. There was nothing but him, and that didn’t scare you. It made you feel unfathomably safe.

He hugged you suddenly, a mirror gesture to what you’d done at the airport, his thick arms wrapping around you, pulling you even closer, until your lips were almost on his and he looked up at you with something in his eyes that you couldn’t place, because no one had ever looked at you like that.

You couldn’t help kissing him. Slowly, asking, almost begging, you peeled up the lower half of his balaclava, waiting for him to tell you to stop. Instead, even in the darkness, you knew that the stubble on his jaw was blonde, because it was impossible to forget someone like him. Your lips found his and it felt so right that your hands snaked up to his jaw, cradling his face in the hope that he’d know you cared for him.

Simon returned your kiss equally as hungry, demanding the air you breathed from you, his embrace swallowing you, and you wanted to give it all to him. Your hands shook as you reached to slip them over the band of his sweats, still unsure if he’d reject you, or let you do it.

Cautiously, your hands slipped under his t-shirt first, his skin feeling like it was burning in comparison to your cold fingers, warm to the touch, and safe.

“I thought about you a lot.” You admitted between kisses. “Wanted to know what happened to you.”

Simon stilled at that, his gaze shifting, warping from one unreadable expression to another.

“Nothin’ good.” He replied finally. You felt like an idiot. Like you’d just ruined the moment.

“I’m sorry.” You said, because you had no idea what else to say. His hand found yours, and you felt like whatever was going to happen to you, it was going to be okay.

[littleplantfreak]

For good luck

Two leaders leave their partners to go to battle - not without a token of their love though

or to put it less dramatically, you give Choji and Ume something for good luck before a fight (separately)

SFW anddddd no other warnings ig

Characters: Umemiya Hajime, Choji Tomiyama

Tomiyama Choji

You're holding two cards left in this UNO match and one happens to be a draw 4. Just as you're about to put in down on the pile, Togame walks into the room carrying Choji's jacket.

"Sorry to interrupt, but it's about time for that fight, Choji." He looks to you apologetically and your boyfriend looks at the clock on the wall.

"Uno," you place your second to last card down and he looks back to the pile.

"Again?" Choji whines drawing four into his now ten card pile. It isn't the first time this round you had him drawing stacks of cards. You think he might just be incredibly bad at the game given how often you win.

"When you get back, the color's green," you say faking grumpiness at the fact that he's leaving right before you secure victory.

"If I win can it be red?" he pouts and furrows his brow. It's his equivalent of puppy dog eyes that he pulls out at least once a day, so although he looks adorable, nose all scrunched in upset, you're used to this ploy. There is no mercy in UNO and he knows that.

"You know you're going to win, and no, it's green." His cheeks are puffed out like a hamster as he puts his jacket on, but his mood switches up and suddenly he's the trusted leader of Shishitoren, ready to lead his guys into their next brawl. He still silly and excited, your little lionheart, as he gets pumped up to fight, but he's a little more serious too. "Choji." Never one to want to interrupt when he's about to go all out, but knowing it wouldn't feel right to let him leave like this, you're standing, waiting for him to remember the small tradition you two began in the beginning of your relationship.

The first time you ever sent him off to a fight, you were so nervous even Choji could tell. He'd said you were really lucky, so if you squeezed him as hard as you could the luck would rub off on him like a charm. You weren't really lucky, but you knew he was practically unbeatable if what Togame told you was to be believed. It did also calm your nerves, so you elected to always send him off this way just in case.

"I almost forgot my hug!" He spins and runs into you, grabbing you in an embrace.

"Big squeeze!"

"Even bigger squeeeeze!" Stretching your words to prolong the hug, you both release the insanely tight holds you had on each other. He's out of the door before you can say anything else, Togame close behind.

Leaving the cards on the stage of the Ori you were playing on earlier, you decide to make a quick trip to the store for snacks. Surely they were gonna be hungry when they got back, right?

Umemiya Hajime

"I'll hold down the fort while you guys are gone," you say, not looking up from the song book. Your boyfriend is the last to leave after hearing there's a fight outside the Karaoke Bar on Keisei Street. Nakamura and his gang were surely already there taking care of whatever troublemakers showed up, but your Furin boys couldn't hear the word fight without running towards it.

"Babe," his voice is strained as he's ready to head out. "can you...y'know?"

"Can I what, Hajime?" You put on an unaffected act, but it's not one you can hold for long. He taps his cheek as he bends towards you, a little bashful now that you're actually looking his way. "What do I get in return for giving you all my hard-earned luck hm?"

"My everlasting love and affection princess," he says bending his knee in front of you in an equally regal display. He places a small kiss on your hand and sees you crack a smile despite your initial play of indifference.

"How could anyone pass up an offer like that," you giggle, giving your prince a good luck kiss on the corner of his mouth as by accident. "You'll get a full one after you're back and in one piece," a hint of warning in your voice as you send him off. You hate when he comes back hurt, even if he says it's not that bad and that you really should see the other guy. A heavy sigh leaves you as you're left alone for whatever amount of time it takes for your boys to return from battle.

Once they're back, more people than had initially left showed up. It seems some of the Roppo-ichiza group heard there was karaoke and decided to tag along dragging some new faces into the room, not that you mind. Umemiya pops in while everyone is saying their hellos and takes his seat next to you again.

"You're back from war huh?"

"Yes ma'am! Can I collect my kisses now?" He's extra clingy, feeling bad that he left you alone for even a short while.  You can see no one is really hurt from the fight save for a few bloody knuckles and swollen cheeks. Ume himself only has a small bruise on his jaw and small cuts on his hands. "Gotta heal you first," you say putting your lips to his knuckles, your intention to kiss every injury being made clearer the farther along you progress. What he doesn't know as you're distracting him is that you've queue'd up 'baby shark' on the karaoke tablet about 20 times as payback for leaving you by yourself.

[kommandonuovidiavoli]

Changed some numbers for this AU but yeah, ALL LITTLE SIBLINGS ARE NOW OLDER AND THEY'RE TND OPERATIVES!!!

Penny's there too because I say so. :3

Roles:

#363: Leader no one can stand, but at least he knows what he's doing... for the most part. Still, everyone wonders how he managed to get into the TND in first place since no one wants him around... welp. Older brother of Numbuh 362. The two can't stand each other and Rachel avoids him like the plague. He always screams at her.

#T: 2x4 technology expert, pilot and hacker. He knows any technology around. Sometimes you can catch him play some games when they have nothing to do. Never leaves without his C.E.L.L.P.H.O.N.E. (Compact Electronic Line Linking Pathway Holds Outer Network Expansion). Mostly silent, very chill, keeps to himself. Can't stand Mushi more than Harvey, if you can believe that.

Older brother of Hoagie Gilligan, aka Numbuh 2. The kid loves him and wants to hang out with him more but, as any teenager would, Tommy keeps him away from himself and his stuff and his room. But Hoagie knows he will know ALL his secrets, one day! Let's hope he doesn't find out he's also a TND spy in the Teen Ninja lines (he gets info from Father and passes it to KND, not a real bad guy!)...

#001: Second in command, everyone would prefer her to be the leader but... well. Very active teen, a bit of a tomboy, she's in charge to come up with plans and put them into action. Kids sometimes mistake her for a kid in a teen body.

Loves to skate, play videogames and dance. Works as a mermaid actor at the aquarium in the weekends. Dating Joey Beetles. Sometimes babysits Nigel Uno, who trusts her enough to ask his parents to adopt her so they can be siblings. She... actually loves the idea... but it's impossible.

#40: Weapon and combat expert, especially for sport related actions. Can't talk at all and speaks using his V.O.I.S. (Vocal Operator Imitating Sounds) to speak. Thanks to that, he can use any voice he manages to sample, kind of like an AI.

Very active, plays many sports and he's good at all of them, especially dodge ball. Dating Penelope Doe.

Older brother of Wallabee Beetles, aka Numbuh 4. The two used to be inseparable, but since Wally joined the KND, he kind of drifted away because "teens are the enemy". It broke Joey's heart but... what can you do.

#30: Spy extraordinaire and camouflage master. She can turn anyone into a different person in a make-up session. Someone might say she's too good at that... like she's hiding something.

She's the school queen, a cheerleader, everyone wants to be associated with her. She's also very intelligent and good at art. She's perfect! But somehow, Tommy doesn't like her. Nerds...

Older sister of Kuki Sanban, aka Numbuh 3. The two seem to be very close, playing together and sharing everything, from make-up to clothes (well, those that fit...).

Sometimes Kuki accidentally reveals her KND plans to her, eheh, so silly! Mushi always has a good laugh telling them to her team!

No, I'm not talking about the TND...

No one suspects anything. Not even Tommy, since she never revealed her face while working for Father.

[thegreatyin]

Your posts about Fallen London are slowly tempting me into playing it- do you have any tips to start or is it best to play it completely blind?

i have a few tips and tricks! mind you im far from a veteran and i basically got my hand held by tumblr for most of the game so take everything with a grain of salt. you can and should do whatever you want always. i don't personally play it blind, but you may get more enjoyment out of it if you do, and that's awesome and im super happy for you. this is what i can say from experience:

take your time with it. this is like. the numero uno fallen london tip. it's not a game where you rush to the end in a week. it's a game where you do 10-minute-intervals of a marathon to the end in maybe a few months if you know what you're doing. spending money on action refills usually isn't worth it when you can just mosey on through neathly life one storylet at a time. a vast majority of the game's content is completely free to everyone, and while the monthly subscription options are pretty neat and let you play some exclusive story stuff (that can be pretty fire- cricket anyone basically defined the scoundrel's entire character) none of it is required and 99% of the time you aren't missing out on anything by just taking your time and exploring the neath at your own pace.

you need to raise all of your skills eventually! this is, uh. something im horribly guilty of not following myself. you can (and probably should) pick at least two stats to focus on for your character (most of the time these will be your main ambition stats, aka the closest thing FL has to a main story questline) but eventually you Will be expected to have them all at around the 100 range, minimum. for certain Super Late-game Story Content, watchful 200 is mandatory to start it, so if you have trouble choosing i'd recommend leveling that bad boy first. don't neglect your other stats though!!! don't be like me. don't be like my poor poor neglected shadowy and dangerous. it's too late for me. save yourself.

friends are fun and free and you are legally mandated to exploit them for fun and profit. okay you really aren't mandated to exploit your FL friends list but you totally should anyway just for goofy sillies. to be less jokey about it, while fallen london is primarily a single-player gaming experience, the playerbase is super friendly and super open to helping each other out (especially new players!). go on reddit, ask around on tumblr, get yourself a few buddies and use them as resources to gain items and stats and menace reduction i mean. valued companions that im sure you will treasure forever and definitely not backstab to publish that inflammatory newspaper article you've been cooking up.

on a very loosely similar note, the fallen london wiki is your best friend. yes, we're following stardew rules with this one. this is the kind of game best optimally played with a wiki article or three open in the neighboring tabs so you can follow along and know what is what. there's tons of guides on basically every part of FL, and it's no shame at all to reach out to either it or the wider community if you get stuck or feel lost at something.

if an in-game storylet has bold text, it will never lie to you! except for when it does. but that's very very very rare. you can always trust the bold text. it is always your friend. i prommy. which brings us neatly into our next bulletpoint,

seeking the name is ill-advised because it's the only storyline that can permanently brick your account at its conclusion. don't worry, the ease at which you can avoid this is practically comical, and the game will Always give you multiple chances to opt-out if you somehow accidentally start it anyway. most people make a dedicated alt character entirely for the purpose of sacrificing them to the well of doom. unless you're playing with your eyes closed for multiple months straight, you'll never run into SMEN without deliberately chasing it, and if you somehow get to that point honestly man just ignore this entire bulletpoint and see how far the rabbithole goes. go on. it's friendly :)

batfucking is always the right answer to any problem ever

echoes/the game's standard currency should always be thought of as a method of gaining items rather than a strict hoard of video game dollars. money-making can be super difficult in the earlygame, but it gets exponentially easier as you go further on. you shouldn't be afraid to sell anything you don't need, though personally i'd recommend keeping an "insurance stock" of the most basic items just in case. this includes rostygold, moon-pearls, honey droplets, etc. by-and-large, these are the easiest items to get in a pinch, and it usually isn't worth buying them from the bazaar when you can otherwise get them naturally through other methods around london. once you've got a good lodgings setup and feel decently familiar with the earlygame zones and their options, you should aim to have at minimum 1,000 of these bad boys on hand at any given time, then feel free to sell any excess you make for some quick cash in a pinch.

menaces aren't as bad as you may think, but be wary of specifically suspicion! the four main menace qualities you'll encounter in the earlygame are nightmares, wounds, scandal, and suspicion. when one of these menace stacks reach 8, you'll automatically be trapped in a unique location corresponding to whatever menace you raised too high and will have to spend time working your way out. some (nightmares and wounds) tend to fly-by rather quickly, while others (scandal and suspicion) tend to take a bit longer to get out of. none of these mean the end of your playthrough or your character, and some quests even require you to visit certain menace-exclusive locations! there are tons of items and ways to reduce menaces and keep yourself out of Situations such as these, but suspicion in particular is probably the only menace you should avoid maxing At All Costs. when your suspicion gets too high and you get sent to its special menace zone too often, you build up a criminal record that makes it harder to reduce suspicion in the future. fortunately, suspicion is the only menace with this gimmick, and before this record gets too high it's just as easy to keep row as the rest of the lot. TLDR, death from wounds is easy to escape from, but avoiding the strongarm of the law is substantially more annoying and inconvenient.

or you could be like tumblr user @with-bells-upon, who's apparently avoided death at all costs and apparently hasn't died once in the entire several months they've been playing. i don't even know how they've gotten this far without doing that. it's kind of impressive, kind of funny. especially since their ambition is one the few requiring you to die to proceed. this isn't a piece of advice i just wanted to affectionately call them out because what the heck

speaking of ambitions, pick the ambition that's right for you! ambitions are the biggest overarching questline in the game, and their requirements and rewards span the entire neath and occasionally even beyond. all four ambitions are meant to be started early and last well into the mid and late game. outside of a certain special situation regarding the light fingers ambition (the only ambition that explicitly lies to you in-game when describing its premise) you can't change your ambition without spending money, so choose carefully and choose well. they're all (mostly) equally rewarding and equally fulfilling adventures that will define your player character and your journey through the neath. there's tons of advice and spoiler-free summaries of each ambition online, so i won't cover it all here. just do your research (or don't, if you prefer) and follow your heart. maybe playing the world's most high-stake poker game ever speaks to you. maybe you want to commit a murder. maybe you want to commit a murder in the name of justice and/or revenge. maybe you just want a really really big really really shiny rock. all can be found in the neath, and all shall (eventually) be well.

if you buy 400 lucky weasels you get a special achievement. i don't need to say more.

make up a guy. this is another legal mandate if you're a fallen london player. you have to make up your own little sicko victorian london guy and roleplay them while you play. trust me. it's fun. it's free. they're going to haunt you forever. the scoundrel got a nickname like 4 months ago and ever since my mind has never known peace.

and probably most important of all, fallen london might not be the game for you, and that's okay. it includes a lot of reading. and grinding. and i do mean a lot of reading and grinding. particularly the latter, which tends to throw people off the most out of anything. it's a very niche game for a very niche audience and getting into it can be an acquired taste at the best of times. but when you do get into it, it's some Really good writing and Really in-depth worldbuilding and the most fun you'll ever have imagining sicko victorian guys running around building train stations and railway tracks directly to hell. take your time, have fun, and most important of all, always look to love.

anyway yeah that's my fallen london tips and tricks list isn't it really short and comprehendible

[ping-ping-ying]

UNO Night

Note: Another game night for the boys! And just like last time, it's chaotic 🤩

The one player who ALWAYS has the best cards

Only uses the draw 4+ or draw 2+ cards on Kaveh unless someone used a reverse card

Gets skipped a lot by Cyno

Hates when he loses to Kaveh and Cyno

Uses the blank rule card on Kaveh the most and it’s always something complicated that makes Kaveh lose his shit

Loses his patience when Kaveh drops back to back skip cards or draw 2+ cards (karmas a bitch)

Played drunk Uno one time and it didn’t end well, it takes a lot for Alhaitham to get drunk so when he did get drunk you best believe the other three take advantage of him even if they’re drunk too

Drunk Alhaitham is more susceptible to manipulation from the others

They made Alhaitham believe he cheated and made him draw 25

He also did a bunch of questionable things that night that he doesn’t remember but the group has photos as blackmail

Him or Cyno always shuffles the deck because Tighnari and Kaveh CAN NOT be trusted

Only cheats when everyone is really drunk

When he cheats he only steals Kavehs cards or Cyno, but mainly Kaveh

Almost fist fought Kaveh for dropping back to back skip cards for every turn when he had one card left

The king of always slamming down draw 2+ cards

Draw 2+ cards feel more petty than draw 4+ cards which is why he loves them (totally not projecting lol)

He always has them, either at the start, middle, or end of the game

Alhaitham is always the victim of his draw 2+ cards

Physically cringes whenever he gets skipped

Has definitely had a psychical altercation with Tighnari over cheating allegations

Let’s be real, Kaveh is never beating the cheating allegations because he does cheat

They throw cards at each other before every argument (him and tighnari)

Has won UNO three times in a row and was accused of cheating by everyone (tbh this time he wasn’t sksks)

BRAGS whenever he wins, Cyno and Alhaitham roll their eyes while Tighnari verbally shit talks him

Complains whenever he gets skipped by Alhaitham ONLY

When he gets drunk, he either talks more than usual or falls asleep in the middle of the game

When he does fall asleep, Alhaitham or Tighnari would steal his cards despite Cyno’s objections

Quite literally hates the swap hands card, even more than the skip card

Kaveh is always ready to trash talk anyone who beats him

Hits Alhaitham whenever he is grabs a good card, it’s a little habit he has and Alhaitham doesn’t really mind it as long as it doesn’t hurt him

#1 Cheater !!

It’s hard to cheat in UNO but Tighnari always finds a way to do it

His victim is always Cyno, any skip, draw 4+ cards are always used on Cyno

Doesn’t use any of those cards on Kaveh, cheaters stick together 

Argues with Cyno over the dumbest shit, making Cyno want to just shove a bread roll down Tighnaris throat  

When Cyno accuses him of cheating, Tighnari gaslights him into thinking that he is the one cheating and toit works half the time, it makes Alhaitham and Kaveh giggle

Has gotten into a pyschial altercation with Kaveh (both were drunk) and ended up being kicked out of the tavern, they both blamed Alhaitham and Cyno (who stayed to finish their game)

His favorite card would definitely by the rule card, 

He creates the most OUTLANDISH rules for only Cyno to follow 

Hates getting skipped (and pouts whenever he does get skipped)

Tighnari keeps the UNO deck at his residence, so he can mark cards (cheater <3) 

Alhaitham targeted Tighnari one night and he lost eight times in a row, making the fox boy storm out the tavern 

Has a terrible poker face, right next to Kaveh 

Whenever he has the rule card, his ears twitch, and Cyno has to mentally prepare himself for another outlandish rule

Cyno figured out Tighnari’s marks on the card and he was banned from keeping the cards at his place

Whines and complains to Kaveh after every match if he loses to Cyno or Alhaitham but mainly Cyno

Stickler for the rules

His favorite card would have to be the wild cards

Those cards have saved him on so many occasions so he treasures them

Doesn’t argue but will get snippy with any of the three if he’s frustrated or losing

Targets Althaitham and Tighnari most nights but mainly Tighnari

Rarely gets drunk, but when he does (like Alhaitham) he’s easily manipulated into the other threes deceptions

Has shoved a bread roll down Tighnari’s throat one night for instigating an argument between him and Alhaitham

His least favorite card is the draw 2+ card, he doesn’t see the need for it so he never uses it unless he has to

Cyno is usually quiet, but on game nights he’s actually very talkative

Talks shit in the most eloquent way and it makes Tighnari cringe

Almost got into a psychial altercation with Alhaitham one night over a draw 4+ card (yes they both were drunk)

Will never admit it but he likes when he gets skipped, it gives him time to strategize his next move

It’s a no brainer but he has never cheated ever, even though he HAS thought about it a lot but he never goes through with it

The cards are kept at his residence and removes all the marks on the cards

Loves when Alhaitham loses to him, Tighanri too but mainly Alhaitham

Laid back when playing UNO, unlike how he in during BINGO nights

I am so sorry you had to wait 4 months for a new post! I am slacking so bad rn skssks. It's because I've been going through some changes mentally and psychically that consumes my whole day and leaves me unmotivated to write anything. But don't worry, I'm coming back, slowly but surely! I got some Jujutsu Kaisen stuff in the works in honor of season 2, so stay tuned for that!!

-Ping Ping

-07/23/23 8:09pm

[6okuto]

idk if ur reqs are open but I would love to hear your thoughts on Vere 👁️👁️ hes literally dominated my entire headspace I can’t go ten minutes w/o thinking ab how I want to bite his forearm

GENERAL VERE HCS

gn!reader | back 2 knocking these guys out of the park. also i realized these are shorter than my hq bf hcs so. if anyone wants a pt.2 for anybody.. u know what to do

i think u Should bite his arm. For Fun. vere w bite-y partner who he bites back. 'gently' considering he has fangs though

congratulations on being one of 2 people he'd let touch and brush his tail. sometimes he swishes it against your face and then pretends he didn't. "i have no idea what you're talking about," he says before making direct eye contact and doing it again

he likes drawing. ok. have we considered him drawing you. you ask him about it and he says he won't show you. you tease him and ask "what? did you draw sparkles and hearts surrounding me?" and he plays along, "yes, i even checked what i'd look like with your last name and drew us kissing."

It's actually quite a nice sketch of you though. like of you smiling or asleep or something because you fell aslep near him. oh man...

vere knows all the ins and outs of the city which means he can give you a personalized tour that caters to all your interests!! you can ask him to take you to his favourite spots too of course but he feels very accomplished watching you grin in the store he purposely walked by

shocked if you get him a gift. acts nonchalant and is good enough at accepting things but internally, especially if it's something he's been eyeing for a while or has sentimental value,, he . He....

like yeah okay vere...act all cool...as if your eyes don't flicker over whenever you walk past it...as if you don't catch yourself smiling subconsciously...whatever

definitely tries cooking your favourite meal. doesn't go very well, especially if it's something he's never had, but he'll keep practicing until he makes something decent. don't ask how many attempts he did because he won't tell you unless he somehow started a fire and even Then the truth is debatable

if YOU know how to cook it Please for the love of god teach him, or write down the recipe for both your sakes. for the kitchen. plea

everyone tells him/the both of you to shut the hell up whenever you start flirting back and forth/competing to see how many innuendos you can feasibly say. the both of you team up only to bully everyone else for being single before continuing

asshole if you played uno. i'm not competitive nor do i give two shits if i lose at uno but even i would lose it watching vere push for whatever stacking rule he needs to get someone a +20. watch your cards or he'll manage to look over at them. do not trust a single deal he tries. watch his ears and tail i'm sure he has a tell

really good at helping build confidence . what ais said about him being honest but also not trusting anything he says yeah well this is when he'd be completely honest. easily reminds you how capable you are of something, knows what makes you confident, etc etc. and you just ? know you can trust him? it's the vibe. how he says it so plainly as if it's obvious

don't try to lie to him about things. like if you're upset about something it is So obvious to him no matter how hard you try and he'd really appreciate it if you would tell him why or ask to talk about it later when you're ready.

^ as someone who wants to piss her pants at the thought of being direct or whatever,, he'd also be very good at knowing when to push or not. if you respond better to a lighter/gentle reminder i'm sure he would do so :heart:

i have a feeling this guy would be incredibly incredibly incredibly into you asking to post him on any socmed. do you want his face in it. do you want it to be a little spicy. should he pose. actually he probably pouts a little if you want a faceless pose but bro why does it matter if there is not a cm of space between us. why is your hand around my neck rn /lh You know the poses

[sadie-bug345]

how do you think the gang would be playing uno??

i’m in looove w this idea!! ngl when i play i practically give up the second people stack the plus twos at me😭👍

ponyboy:

RUTHLESS with the skips

my guy can like sense when you’re bouta play a color change or +4

and he’ll just be like “reverse🥰”

gets everyone kinda pressed cause of that

dallys over here making actual threats like someone please calm this guy down

pony wins i’m sorry also he goes first cause he’s the youngest so🤷‍♂️

johnny:

chill at first

but if there is a fight going on over the rules or whatever he WILL join in

and the side he picks is usually correct too

the fights are usually between dally and literally anyone else

and whenever he doesn’t take dally’s side dal is just like “😕😢it’s fine”

rolls his eyes SO HARD when he gets hit w a plus two or plus four

sodapop:

lowk the only chill guy there

he will die laughing whenever people start getting super angry

like he knows it’s not that deep so he thinks it’s GOOFY to freak tf out

comes up from behind when he does win

maybe turns people against each other🤨

we may never know

darry:

the person people go to for the rules

he comes up with most of the house rules which get actually crazy sometimes

like when he’s losing he’ll be like

“uhhh actually mama curtis used to say that if you cuss while playing uno you need to draw 13 and run a lap around the house🤷‍♂️”

and two and dal are just like “SHIT”

and darry’s like 😐

he makes sure it’s fun though trust

dally:

lmao i mentioned him in so many of other peoples hcs

but he just gets so angryyy

like at least for mario kart he can hate on the computer players

BUT NOW

HES HATIN ON YOU 🫵😟

once you hit him with one skip my guy will hold a crazy grudge

he’ll slap down a +4 and be like

“THAT WAS FOR SWITCHING THE COLOR TO BLUE WHEN YOU KNEW I HAD A GREEN YOU KNEW I DID”

and you’re like 😮😧 oh no we gotta go

two-bit:

just loves causing chaos

will somehow just keep spawning in reverses in his hand so if you reverse the order he’ll just be like

”I REVERSE YOUR REVERSE😎”

and it just keeps. GOING.

also somehow always has a +2 so like he WILL add to the chain

turns people against each other fs he’s like

“uhhh soda was the one who changed the color don’t blame me🤷‍♂️🫵”

and soda is just clocked out LMAOOO

hes like “wait what-😧”

steve:

sides w soda almost always

like dal he holds the craziest grudges

when soda skips him he’s like

”oh it’s fine…so those years of friendship mean NOTHING TO YOU THEN”

probably rage quits and takes a drive😭😭

TYSMMM to the person who requested and i hope you enjoyed🥰🫶 my requests are always opennn i love these goofy prompts

[hiddenobject-fanblog]

His Soul (Chapter 21)

Separated

Summary: After saving the abducted collectors, you were trusted with Curioso's box. What seems like a dangerous possession slowly turns into an opportunity to learn more about this creature and his curse. Can you earn his trust, and possibly, his affection?

Pairings: Curioso/Reader, Curioso/The Detective

--

After the dessert course was finished, you were dragged into a crowd which led you into the recreation room. Everyone around you started games of cards, pool, darts, and pinball. This was the only normal part of your time here, as no one bothered using their magic to push their cue sticks and press buttons on a machine. You assumed there was an unspoken rule here forbidding any sorcery, to prevent anyone from cheating. 

With those expectations out of the way, you were not asked to perform any more tricks or show off your ‘fire’. Instead, you did your part having conversations with other club members. You tried asking about what was going to happen to you tomorrow morning, but everyone you talked to refused to spill their big secret. You’d even tried learning the source of this club’s wealth, but they were incredibly modest about their exorbitant lifestyle. 

Curioso was silent during your time there. You knew he was trying not to interrupt or distract you…but it made you feel strange. It seemed like he had talked too much when the two of you started working together, but now it was like something was missing. As if Curioso’s commentary was essential to your investigation.

“Are you still there?” you asked your sleeve quietly while the rest of the room was starting their poker game. 

“I am,” he whispered back. 

You relaxed on the stool you were sitting on. It was such a ridiculous thing - he promised not to leave your side, yet here you were thinking he’d be elsewhere with better things to do. You needed to focus. 

When their heads were clearly wrapped in their game, you took this opportunity to leave, claiming you were exhausted and wanted to head back to your room. No one questioned you as you quickly exited the room and sped down the hallways. You didn’t want to get stopped again and roped into doing something else. For now, you were going to bide your time until the night got late enough and you were positive everybody was asleep. These people had to rest sometime .

--

You were alone again in your room with Curioso, who sat across from you and presented some new cards you’d never seen before. You figured playing a game or two together would help the time fly by. You had a cup of coffee at your side that you sipped from, to help you stay awake for the long night ahead of you. 

You blinked curiously at him as you read the name of the pack in his hands.

“ Skip-Bo ? Never played it before,” you drummed your fingers on the table as he shuffled the cards. 

What a sight that was - it almost looked like each card was moving by itself as he performed a riffle and bridge shuffle. Your eyes were locked on his hands as they did their magic. 

“It was the only game my family ever wanted to play with me,” he bowed his head as he arranged the cards. “Probably because I wasn’t very good at it, so they had an easy win.”

“Huh,” you eyed your hand of cards that he gave to you. They were different colors and numbers, reminding you of a game more familiar to you. “Most families play Uno . Ever heard of it?”

“The kids at school played that one. I was never…invited into those games,” his voice softened as he took off his top hat and faced you, “This is like a solitaire card game. It’s a little complicated at first, but you’re smart, so you should get the hang of it pretty quickly.” 

You smiled modestly, and spent the next hour or two learning how to play this new game between you and Curioso. It involved a lot of counting and thinking, so your mind was constantly working. After some point, it was easy to forget that you were supposed to be by your lonesome, as you stopped listening for any footsteps by the door and allowed yourself to be completely engrossed in his company. 

It was so easy to fall into a comfortable state when you were around him. You’ve been on so many cases by yourself with no one to help or accompany you. Now that you had a friend who was always close by, it was hard to feel alone anymore. Curioso was incredibly pleasant as a companion - as he did a good job keeping you busy and often made you smile and laugh. You no longer felt any tension or weariness from your early days with him…he had your complete trust and attention now. 

Judging by his eagerness to spend this time with you, you assumed the feeling was returned. 

“Those kids missed out for sure,” you sniffed as you watched him make his final play. “You’re a lot of fun to play with.” 

“I don’t recall you feeling this way the last time we played Monopoly ,” he grinned. 

“Yeah, well, that game can tear people apart. You’re lucky we’re still talking after that stunt you pulled.” 

He laughed, collecting the cards and allowing them to disappear in thin air. “And you’re a lovely opponent yourself. I’m honored to play with you.” 

You looked away, but allowed the smile to remain on your face. He complimented you so often you wondered if you would ever be close to returning the favor to him. “I’m sorry your childhood was so lonely. If it makes you feel any better, I was the last one picked for all the field games.” 

He tilted his mask at you. “Was it because you were a nerd?” 

“What? No ! I was…just that weird kid who took a lot of pictures with my camera my dad gave to me, and made a big deal about missing jackets or people going to the bathroom for too long.” 

Curioso almost sounded proud. “You grew up to be a detective.” 

“Yep,” you puffed your chest out in pride. “I played a lot of Clue back in those days. I’ve settled a lot of disputes and mysteries during recess.” 

Your friend looked down at the table, drawing imaginary lines into the wood with the tip of his mechanical finger. “I never knew what I wanted to be when I was young. Never really…had the chance to do what I wanted.” 

Your smile fell as sympathy washed over you. “...You were taken pretty early, weren’t you?” 

“I was thirteen. The only thing I really liked to do was make sculptures and doodle on my homework. Maybe if I had gone to high school, I would have joined art class. I don’t really know.” 

You frowned as you watched his hands move. Again, you found yourself wishing you could have saved him in time. Done something. “Well…you make a fine partner to a detective. You’re a good investigator.” 

“It’s funny, I would have never imagined myself doing any of this.” 

“I mean, you were the one who wanted to join me and read all about my investigations. Maybe you had an interest in all of this without really knowing it.”

“Or maybe I was just interested in you ,” he countered. 

The blood rushed to your face. “Ah…but why would…” you refused to see his mask as you sat there not knowing how to react. You stood to your feet slowly. “What time is it?” 

He pretended to check his watch. “It’s 2 A.M. Do you think now’s time to snoop around?”

You grinned. “You know it.” 

--

You shrugged on a dark coat around your person, to help hide you in the shadows as you tiptoed around the clubhouse. You haven’t been here long enough to know how to avoid any creaky floorboards, so you were extra cautious as you walked down the halls. Things were quiet and there were less lights on, the ones aiding your way were incredibly dim. You could only hear muffled voices and sounds of televisions from rooms you passed - but no one was out in the open anymore. 

You relaxed as you smoothly made your way across the main room. You were feeling confident you’d find what you need without any hassle. And if anyone did find you-

“Hey!”

You jumped at the sound of a voice and reflexively pressed yourself against a nearby wall. Your eyes frantically shot around in the dark but you couldn’t find anybody. Curiously, you peeked around the corner to peer in the next room, where you saw Aydan standing across from Elise, his arms crossed and his face twisted in displeasure. You’d only seen him smiling during your time here, so the expression took you by surprise. 

The room they were in was clearly a separate bar, as there were shelves lined with fine liquor and taps for beer, with stools arranged around the counter. You wondered how you’d missed this earlier. 

“You know better than to give out second glasses,” his voice darkened in warning. “Now we’re running low on tequila.”

“I apologize,” Elise responded, her hands clasped tightly together at her waist. She looked as stiff as cardboard. “I had miscounted. May I summon you some more?” 

“You know that’s not what I’m concerned about,” he took a step closer to her, his orange eyes burning like the flames of fire. “What message do we leave when I allow you to give our guests more than they are promised? They will start expecting more , and you know as well as I that we cannot have that.”

“Yes, sir.” she whispered quickly. 

“Come here.” 

He took a seat on one of the stools and beckoned her over. She stood still for only a second longer before slowly walking over to where he was. Your eyes widened as you watched him hastily pull her up, setting her on his lap and gripping her suit tightly in his hands, scrunching up the fine material. Your jaw fell open when Aydan grabbed the back of her invisible head and forced his mouth onto…what could only be hers .

Even without a face to meet his, you could tell the kiss was forced and painful. A feminine whimper was heard in the air as he forced his tongue into her mouth. At this point, you turned away from the scene, feeling sick from what you were seeing. You would think watching a man tongue-kiss the air wouldn’t be so bad, but it was Elise’s cries that reminded you it was real. The way her gloved hands tried pushing him away from her, only for Aydan to practically crush her body against his own…

After what felt like an eternity, you opened your eyes. He pushed her off of him like he wanted nothing to do with her and Elise stumbled a little against the wall. 

“Have I made my point clear?” he asked sternly. 

“Yes.” 

“Do not let this happen again, or I will have this discussion with you upstairs. We are not a charity.” 

“Of course, sir.” 

“Stock all the alcohol and clean the rooms when you’re done. I don’t want to see you for the rest of the night.” 

He sauntered away and Elise slumped on the counter when he was gone. Your eyes were locked on her, your feet refusing to move. So your suspicions were right. She must be a prisoner under Aydan, but it went…much further than you presumed. He was imposing himself and assaulting her. It sickened you to realize that people could do this to their magical servants and get away with it…since their soul was bound to them, and there was no possible way for them to fight back, lest they get punished…

“My god,” you muttered under your breath. “I can’t believe he can do that to her.” 

“I can.” 

“Did…” you sucked in a breath harshly. “Did your enchantress ever-” 

“No. She just kept me in her control and hurt me when she was angry.”

Your eyes threatened to swell with tears, but you swallowed your anger down. You let out a breath to calm yourself, and your heart twisted to hear Elise crying as she arranged the liquor bottles. You couldn’t just walk away from this.

“Please, go talk to her,” you clutched your bag closer to your person. “Let her know she’s not alone. That she’s not the only one of you here.” 

“And what do I tell her when she asks who I belong to?”

You shrugged. “Tell her it could be anybody here. Lie about it for all I care. Just…make her feel better.”

“But, Detective…we need to search their files. Gather our evidence. Without me -”

“Open the door for me, and I’ll go and get everything myself. I’ll meet you in our room when I’m done.”

There was a pregnant pause where you watched Elise polish the glasses with shaking hands. You could sense he did not like this idea, you weren’t too big on being alone without him here either, but your concern for her outweighed everything else right now. After a moment, a flash came before you, and you watched as Curioso, dressed in his ensemble, approached her and tipped his top hat to her. There was an audible gasp as the glass she was holding slipped from her hands - only for your jester to reach forward and catch it before it could land.

The last thing either of you needed was for him to get discovered.

“Hello,” he offered politely, setting it back in her hand. You could tell he was tense, but at least he was being friendly.

“You…you’re…” she sounded breathless, pointing at him. “Who are you?” 

“My name is Curioso,” he took the liberty of seating himself while Elise scrambled to set the glass down and face him properly. 

“You’re one of us,” she said in disbelief. You quirked your head in the background. ‘Us’?

“I am. There’s no need to be afraid, I promise.” 

He lowered his arm and made a movement with his hand in your direction. You got the signal and moved on, reluctantly pulling yourself from the doorway and quickly sliding by in the darkness. You had to be fast while the door was uncovered. You did not want anyone stumbling upon it and seeing that someone was searching around. 

You finally reached the hallway you were in earlier today and gawked at the door that now stood where it hadn’t before. But you wasted no time, heading straight for it and closing the door behind you. You even locked it for good measure, turning around and observing the hidden room for yourself. 

It was an office, but this one had lots of filing cabinets and filled bookshelves. You got to work searching through these shelves using a small flashlight clutched between your teeth, taking note of what was there and grabbing what you were sure they wouldn’t miss. There were records and logs, but no dossiers. Those must all be in Aydan’s office. You busied yourself grabbing folders detailing this organization, tucking it all away in your bag to be thoroughly read through later. If you were quick here, you’d have the rest of the night to learn everything you could and contact the police. 

You tried opening a filing cabinet, only to find that it was locked. You swore under your breath as you wasted some more time searching for a key or a lockpick. It took far too long for you to uncover the hidden key tucked in the window sill. The moment you had it, you unlocked the drawers and began your hunt. After several minutes, you reached for a folder and opened it, smiling when you saw the address of the building you previously investigated.

Finally! 

Figuring you were done here, you slipped out of the room and tucked your bag out of sight. It was incredible luck to have no one stumble upon you in there. Or to hear anyone walking down that hallway. Having Elise distracted must’ve worked to your advantage. She would’ve been the likeliest one to find you tonight. You hoped her conversation with Curioso was going well right now. 

You were close to reaching your room until you felt someone grab your sleeve. You let out a cry and turned around harshly, only to meet the eyes of the telekinesis man you’d met earlier. For a second there, you thought Aydan had caught you. You eased down the second you realized they weren’t orange eyes. 

“Good evening, mate,” he grinned at you, sounding just as friendly as last time. “Sorry for the scare.” 

You calmed down and made sure to keep your bag out of view, waving him off. “No worries. I was just going to the bathroom.” 

You noticed his expression had changed, eying you with a confused look on his face, but he quickly wiped it and replaced it with a smile. He shook his head, muttering something to himself, and you shifted uncomfortably. 

“Say, I hate to bother ya’, but the fire went out in my room. Can’t get it to light again. Was wonderin’ if you could help me?”

You shook your head, fully aware that you were not under Curioso’s protection right now. “Sorry, I’m pretty exhausted from today.” 

“C’mon. It’ll be real quick and it won’t be much on you,” he paused before adding, “This place is freezing at night!” 

“Sorry, I just want to go back to my room and rest. I can help you tomorrow.”

He looked at you oddly, and you did your best to appear as sluggish as you could, despite having caffeine in your system. After a second, he nodded slowly, never taking his eyes off you. “Okay, mate. Have a good night.”

His tone was flat and you got the feeling that he wasn’t very happy with you. You recognized suspicion in his eyes - and you froze, realizing that you did not have…what did Curioso keep calling it? An ‘aura’ ? He said you did not have one, and without him on your person, it was obvious to anyone around you that you did not possess magical powers. 

You were so confident this wouldn’t happen, but you let yourself slip out of concern for Elise. Crap . 

“Uh, thanks. You, too.” 

With that, you sped-walked away, glancing behind your shoulder to check if he was following you. Thankfully, he remained where he was, eying you until you left his sight. From there, you rushed to your room, and closed the door behind you with a turn of the lock. You kept your body pressed against it for a minute longer, keeping an ear out to listen if he followed your direction, but you heard nothing.

You sighed in relief. 

“Curioso?” you called as quietly as you could, looking around. “I’m back.”

You checked the bathroom and every corner of your space, but it was empty. You inspected your clothes and your bag for his little face, but everything was as it should be. You sighed begrudgingly as you set down your bag and took out all the folders and papers you’d stolen. If Curioso wasn’t done yet, then you weren’t going to waste any time waiting for him. You’d check all of these and keep what you could for evidence. 

They should be done soon. 

--

A couple hours passed and you grew increasingly suspicious. Has something gone wrong? Did he get discovered? Had Elise ratted him out? It was nearly 4 AM now, and you worried it wouldn’t be long before the early birds would rise. You shoved all the papers back in your bag and started your search outside of your room - checking the hallways and rooms you passed as silently as you could. You were on edge as you looked for your friend, knowing you couldn’t call out for him. 

You even returned to the bar you’d left them at, only to find the room completely empty. You checked behind the counter but there was nothing. You grew a little frustrated as your journey continued. Where had they gone? What could’ve taken them so long? You told him to meet you back in your room. He surely had no problem getting back in there, even if it WAS locked. He knew better than to take too long…

When you felt you checked every inch of the place, you gave up and decided to return to your room. Curiso knew where it was, and you trusted everything was alright. He was smarter than you credited him for. Nothing was wrong…he’d probably be back in there by the time you returned, and the two of you would laugh upon having missed each other– 

A pair of voices caused you to freeze. It sounded like they were outside. But when you glanced out of the nearest window, you did not see anything. You gently pushed open the door that led to the downstairs balcony and looked around.

Nobody was around. 

“We could leave together.” 

You perked up at the sound of Elise’s voice. It was coming from above you. Ah, so they were on the balcony upstairs. You were about to head back inside until you heard Curioso’s voice respond:

“I’m afraid that’s not possible.” 

…You hesitated, then withdrew your hand, choosing to flatten yourself against the wall and listen in. It probably wasn’t right for you to eavesdrop, but you didn’t want to interrupt them if they were talking about something important. You had a feeling that’s what this conversation was. 

Elise’s voice rang from above your head. “But you have temporary freedom. You do not need your master to release you. You can go anywhere you want, if you have your box.” 

“I don’t want to,” you could hear the sternness in his tone, as if he wanted to put an end to this conversation. You silently pleaded with him to do exactly that. 

“But, why? Does your master not force you to work, to do as they say? Do they not remind you that you belong to them, and punish you when you do wrong?” 

Your mouth was dry and you wet your lips. You remembered what you saw earlier. Your heart was pounding so loudly in your ears that you could barely hear their voices. Still, Curioso triumphed over the noise. 

“I’m not a servant. Not anymore. And if I leave, I might become one again. We can’t run from our curse - we must always belong to someone, and I have who I want.” 

Your face felt warm. He had who he wanted. 

“You don’t serve them? Then what do you do?” 

You pressed your lips against your teeth, clenching your hands as you waited with bated breath. Curioso wouldn’t give you away. It would bring the end of your investigation. She’d surely tell Aydan, and then you’d be found out…

“I’m their partner. They take me places and I help them in return. I am never forced, nor punished, to do anything.” 

A moment of silence ensued, and you shifted your footing. Some bells jingled and there were a few noises from above that you couldn’t identify. Elise’s voice returned after a moment. 

“You’re lucky. I would not want to leave if I were you, either. But I don’t love my master and I cannot escape. What shall I do?” 

“We can free you.” 

She sounded surprised. “How?” 

“All it takes is your master’s hand on the box. Some coercing can make that happen.” That familiar sinister tone of his was in his voice, and you smiled at the familiarity of it. “And then your soul can find a new owner.” 

“But how do you know all of this?”

“I read the book.” 

“You - you did? How?”  

“I have my ways. There is a combination your master can enter that will free your soul. We take your box, and you will be ours. Just until you find someone new.” 

“But that book only has punishments. There’s no such combination. How can I trust you?” 

You leaned forward, intrigued with where this was going, but you had no chance to hear Curioso’s response. Two hands went around your throat and pulled you roughly inside. You choked at the sudden movement, widening your eyes when you were met with the same man from before. He must’ve been hiding in the shadows, waiting to strike when you had your guard down. 

“Let’s take a walk, yeah?” he whispered roughly in your ear, and you squeezed your eyes shut.

Shit.

[loveriotss]

Hii!! Could you do Mustard headcanons as your friend? (If you don’t mind hehehe) Tysm!!! 💚

HCS OF HIM AS YOUR FRIEND ⸻ mustard

INCLUDES — gn! reader, fluff, crack, headcannons, platonic relationship WARNINGS — swearing

main masterlist — mha masterlist ༊*·˚

you and mustard met through the lov.

to be honest he didn't really like you, nothing personal, he just didn't like anyone.

it took him a bit of time to accept you as a 'friend' in his head. (he will not admit it though, says you and him are just acquaintances)

sometimes you two will play pranks on the other members with toga occasionally joining in.

kurogiri scolds you all after.

biggest ego ever.

you will playfully make fun of him as a joke and this guy will take it so seriously it will turn into a dissing battle 😭.

will threaten to use his quirk on you but you know he never will because he's secretly scared of kurogiri.

the uno games WARS between the two of you are insane.

he is so determined to beat you and you're equally as determined to beat him.

trust it will end with him scattering all the cards away and accuse you of cheating after you win for the 3rd time in a row.

you drag him to movies with you because you're too scared to go alone and he will whine and groan as you drag him out but as soon as the movie's over he will get tons of merch. (walking out of a store with arms full of deadpool and wolverine plushies)

y'all have the type of friendship that if one of you trips and falls the other one will actually ascend with laughter.

if you were the tripped one he will NEVER let that shit go and will bring it up here and there.

i feel like he'd have a small phase of trying to be nonchalant after he saw it floating around on tiktok.

it didn't take him long to realize how ridiculous it was and stopped his act but now you take any and every opportunity to mock the way he acted.

he will jump you for that.

you guys have little gossip sessions in between missions or after you guys are done with a particularly interesting one and have a little debriefing session while drinking some hot cocoa.

"did you see the way dabi had toga's brand new hello kitty chapstick that she hadn't even opened inside his pocket?" "oh my god yes. i mean if you're gonna steal at least be slick about it.." "who does bro think he's fooling when he says he's going to smoke when really he pulls the chapstick out to reapply? can't say the chapstick is really working though-" "SHUT UP HE'LL HEAR US!"

NOTE — when i first got this request im going to be real with you i didnt know who tf you were talking about 😭😭 so underground that i couldnt put the usual manga panel banner lmao. but anyways this was fun to write, he might be very a bit ooc because im only going off on my version of him. ALSO I JUST FOUND OUT HE'S APPARENTLY 13-14?? i thought at most he was a high schooler but anyways making him a silly dumb middle schooler was fun.

©loveriotss — all rights reserved to me. please don’t try to copy/steal my work. please do not use any of my ideas/translate my work without my permission.

[star-trekker-0013]

Evangeline fumbled with her keys as she unlocked the door to her room. Well, according to Professor Xavier, it used to be her mom’s room. Had a small kitchenette, bathroom, and was essentially a space she could hide away in if needed, which would be necessary for the start of this new chapter. Evie only went to the main kitchen for the space to cook, thus how she met Remy to begin with.

Evie listened to his words as she threw off her jacket and put on her fuzzy long robe, trying to find some comfort in its warmth. He certainly played the part of a gentleman, with his back turned to give her space. She jumped a bit as she saw a snake form from her hair-that was something to get used to. She seemed to have a silent conversation with the new creature.

It was a dick move what Remy did: throwing them into that situation. But it seemed that it wasn’t out of malice, judgement, or even to have a laugh. His actions did seem genuine, and his apology seemed honest.

She timidly approached him before wrapping her arms around him from behind (after waiting until his cards were gathered in one hand). Evie wasn’t ready to be hugged yet, but she wanted to give Remy some comfort, so she offered what she could.

“You gotta funny way of thanking someone who shared good food with ya,” she softly chuckled before she got serious.

“I can’t be too mad at you, Remy. I didn’t share everything because I don’t want to burden you or anyone with my trauma. You shouldn’t have to hear all the details to know I’m hurting, but I know you had good intentions. At least, I’m hoping you did… nothing you did tonight seemed out of malice or to trick me, which I need… Remy, you’ve been the only person to approach me and treat me like I’m not made of glass… and for a little while, I thought I wasn’t… guess I fooled the both of us…”

Evie let go of the hug to give him his needed space, and hugged herself in turn to give herself strength.

“I forgive you, Remy, but please never take me back to that place. I don’t need to learn how to fight right now, nor do I want to. I just want to feel better. I want to not look at people wondering if they’re going to hurt me or stab me in the back. I just… I want someone to trust…”

She wandered back further into the small living area, and sat at her round table, sinking into the armchair. Evie noticed her box of UNO cards and had an idea.

“Night’s still young. Up for a game?” She offered as she shook the box to entice him.

Evangeline felt as scared and trapped as she did that night. One of the snakes in her hair let out a warning hiss at Gambit as two others whispered comforts in her ear. Her whole body shut down as wept, paralyzed from the shock of being transported back to that night. The thoughts in her mind raced a million miles a minute, ranging from anger and hate to sorrow and shame.

‘How dare he?! Why throw me into this?!’

‘Why did you follow him? How stupid are you?’

‘It’s not his fault, is it? How could he have known?’

‘This is what you get for trusting him so quickly!’

The scales that covered her hands faded and her talons went back to her picked apart fingernails. Funny enough, while it sounded like hisses to an outsider, Evie could hear crystal clear words from the snakes in her hair. They seemed to counter and reassure the rampaging beast of thoughts that wreaked havoc inside her.

‘He was genuine. He had to have been. He couldn’t have known.’

‘It’s not your fault either. You wanted to trust him.’

‘You didn’t share everything, so he couldn’t have known. But he also didn’t have to know every detail, which is your call to make. You made the right choice, and made it clear you weren’t going to share everything.’

‘You’re not stupid. He had good intentions, I’m sure.’

‘You’re alone… you need someone… he’s still here with you…’

Evie sat up with her back turned to Remy. She couldn’t bring herself to look at him as she tucked her knees close and hid her face as she cried. She couldn’t trust any left over anger that pounded in her chest. Yet, with her left hand, she reached out behind her until he found his, and gripped it like a lifeline. Evie needed something to ground her, and she needed to associate that Remy wasn’t the bad guy. Not right now at least.

A bit stupid? Maybe. But this wasn’t an intentional act of hurt from him.

At least, she hoped it wasn’t. She hoped that he would understand her need for comfort and not push it further.

His hand offered comfort before, and she needed that same comfort now. Evie wasn’t ready to share that contact anywhere else, but hand holding was more than enough right now.

“It looked just like that place… where he hurt me… it’s too much…” she whispered through her tears.

Eventually, her tears subsided. She sniffled her clogged sinuses and wiped away the red tear marks on her face. The snakes retreated and her tousled hair returned. Her breathing had slowed and she felt drained. Evie wanted to hide under blankets until the sun burn out.

“Could… could you help me back to my room? I don’t think I can walk right now…” she whispered, and felt pathetic for asking such a favor.

[cripple-cat]

Maya Headcanons Because I Feel Like It

her favorite foods are some of the nastiest combinations of things that she doesnt seem to understand should absolutely never go together like sardines and peanut butter but no one can convince her its gross

she is only content to wear dresses if she doesnt have to wear fancy shoes with them

she carries a traumatic pride in her siren tattoos and abilities because of her upbringing that she doesnt hide but will never talk about willingly

she plays the dumbest echo games to pass the time

she says cringe culture is dead and never judges anyone else for the things they enjoy but also calls herself cringe

she adopted a spiderling once and promptly forgot about it and didnt remember until she accidentally fast travelled to sanctuary with it and it started freaking out about being fast travelled

she carries a set of photos in her holo deck that no one is allowed to see and everyone assumes are sentimental in some way, when they are, in fact, just tiny inspirational kitten photos

she once grabbed zer0s hand because theyre friends why wouldnt she hold hands with her friends and they stared at her for too long and then stared at their hands for too long and stared at the ground for too long and it got really awkward and zer0 said "Well, this is awkward/Do I have enough fingers?/I am uncertain." and it got too awkward to keep holding hands but it was also too awkward to stop so she just stood there until they let go to go do something else

following that incident zer0 did give her a very awkward and unnecessary apology gift in the form of a cool class mod they found that they covered in sticky notes with doodles on them

which sparked an ongoing gift trade every once in a while where they just give each other cool shit covered in sticky note doodles

they both keep all the sticky note art

she and krieg make friendship bracelets with tina on their downtime

she learned all her friendship bracelet skills from krieg but everyone thinks tina taught her all these intricate weaving techniques

krieg does anything she asks so she asks him to tell her when he doesnt want to do what shes asking because she knows what it feels like to do what you dont want to for someone else no matter how bad it is and she thinks its very cute in a very sad way when sometimes hell violently shake his head when she tries to give him a friendly pat on his arm and will give him the space he wants until he makes it explicitly clear hes okay with touch

tina invited her and krieg and zer0 to a dress up tea party but krieg and zer0 had nothing "fancy" to wear so she haphazardly stitched a dress out of salvaged bandit shirts for krieg and gave zer0 a sundress shed saved and kept from somewhere and both of them loved their new outfits so much that they didnt take them off for weeks

sometimes she drinks with axton and sometimes she just hangs out with him while hes drinking and they gush about hot people and sexy guns and inspirational kitten posters

he sends her memes and asks for judgment on his bad flirting

shes not as close with salvador but they still find time to rage over uno every couple weeks and its the best bonding experience theyve had with each other so far

she and gaige get up to hijinks like its nobodys business, which it isnt

maya actually LOVES pranking people and gaige is one of the best people to do that with

they bond over growing up in more "civilized" places and learning that they like life on pandora much better even if the healthcare is some shady unlicensed guy with big needles and food isnt usually that good and they slaughter on a regular basis

she comes home living her life the way she wants to with people she loves and trusts and is content knowing that she doesnt know what tomorrow brings but she has a family now and even if theyre gone one day or shes gone someday theyll always have had this, even just for a little while

i spent so long writing this and i need to go to bed i just needed to talk about her i love her so much

ill probably make more of these for everybody

[kitty-meowskers]

genshin men's taste in music~ characters: Albedo, Ayato, Dainsleif, Childe, Diluc, Gorou, Itto, Kaeya, Kazuha, Thoma, Venti, Xiao, Xingqiu, Zhongli

Research man He'd probably be into songs with meaningful lyrics, the music itself wouldn't matter too much to him as long as the words sung were meaningful Whenever he found such a song he'd probably try to decipher the lyrics and research it or somethin

Boba fanboy Probably into pop but I don't see him really being into music. Maybe while he works to keep him motivated?

Extreme god hater Pls introduce him to music. He's been missing out on so much. But when he does find out what it is he'd probably like music rich songs (like Eleanor Rigby by Cody Fry or Throne by Rival) . Violins would be his fav instrument.

Child(e) Most definitely into energizing music that gets you pumped up- Unlike Albedo, he cares more about the music than the lyrics, he couldn't care less. Also he probably listens to Cupid's Chokehold :) If you hung out with him he'd probably blast his music and wouldn't care whether you liked it or not. Deal with it

Batman Jazz or any oldies. I see him liking Queen n stuff. He'd also like songs with strong (rich??) singing, idk how to explain it. And even though he'd hate to admit it he probably listens to music he enjoyed with Kaeya when they were younger (and maybe cry to it idk) Probably listens to music when he's alone to relax in the evenings.

Doggy Claims he doesn't have time for it and he doesn't care. But if you were friends (or more~) he wouldn't mind listening to it with you.

Arataki numero uno itto Rock. Rock all the way. All star his his fav song 100%. In his opinion, anyone who doesn't like rock is w e a k (i dont make the rules). Also if you put on your songs and it isn't to his liking after a while he'd probably tell you that its too lame or something (not in a mean way tho) and change it-

Elsa Cpr or Never gonna give you up. No in-betweens. I see him listening to music whenever he has time to and especially while he's drunk and alone. If you ever asked for music he'd probably show you the 'cpr' side of his playlist. Unless you're really close and he trusts you fully. Then you'd probably have a playlist together :D

Kazoo boi Like Albedo he enjoys music with a deep meaning, but he values the music as well. Prefers slow and soft music and most definitely listens to cigarettes after sex. Also like Kaeya he holds his music close to him. Probably listens to music while watching the waves aboard the Alcor while writing poems n haikus

Malewife I see him liking pop. The kind that's happy and warm if you know what I mean (pop is a really broad genre help). He probably doesn't pay attention to the artist but has a lot of JAWNY in there (ooh girl dont ya stop). I see him dancing with a broom Cinderela style while listening to music. Why don't you go over and take that brooms place :)

24/7 Drunk god His own music. Everyone else's is pathetic. Unless you guys are close, then he would probably teach you to play any instrument of your choice and praise you for how well you're doing (even if its complete trash :P) ALSO also he most definitely write songs for you :))

emo 'I do not waste my time on mortal entertainment such as music' (listens to emo music btw)

Guhua Geek Vocaloid or nightcore. I dont know why ok but i just see it. Maybe he does it while reading?? Maybe writing??? I honestly have no clue but one things for sure. He'd make sure you never found out because it embarrasses him as much as his handwriting does.

Broke mora god Classical music. The piano is probably his favorite instrument. Also he would probably give an entire speech about the beauty of all those pieces (enjoy) he wouldn't stop until uhhhh you told him to (ask politely or suffer the wrath of the rock). Probably goes to orchestra concerts and if you agreed you would take you along.

[imaeraser]

Can I request platonic Akazaya nine headcannons

(Takes place before 20-year time jump)

Kin’emon

He’s goofy

He isn’t even trying, it’s just that he’s a little slow on the uptake

And by that, I mean very

You can be making a joke, and he’ll take it seriously. Then five minutes later start laughing hysterically

Which makes you laugh at how ridiculous he is— and that just leads to you two rolling on the ground. No longer sure about what was funny, but each time the other person laughs, you can’t help but do the same

He’s a perv, so you catch him leering at girls

So of course you tell the rest of the 9, and you guys endlessly tease him

Then he starts yelling about how he’s the leader, and how he can punish you guys

But no one takes him seriously

Even Oden joins in on the fun. That’s when Kin’emon give up trying to save his pride (he ends up making fun of himself)

He tries to act like a big brother, which most of the time doesn’t work. But when it does you wonder where all the wisdom came from

10/10 Expect nothing less from Kin’emon

Denjiro

He’s serious

But in a funny ironic way. Unlike Kin’emon he will get the joke, but not laugh and scold you for not taking work seriously

When he loosens up (aka, when Oden tells him to relax) then he might laugh at your corny jokes, but until then you can expect him to act like a mom

He may not have much of a sense of humor, but he is probably the best when it comes to advice

Tell him your woes, and he’ll have an eight-step plan to fix them

If you do something amazing on accident, he’ll have a newly gained respect for you

That’s because he’s kinda naive

So if you pull an Usopp on him, and start telling grand lies. He’ll believe you

Be careful though, that may mean he’ll give you way more than you can chew when fighting enemies

He will fanboy to you about something cool Oden did

If you don’t get as excited as he does, he will scold you

7/10 too much of a mom

Kikunojo

They are like an older sister figure

Pretty calm

Until you do something stupid, then they’re giving you the worst side-eye. They don’t even have to speak for you to understand what they’re saying

They like to dress you up in clothes that are as feminine as possible

If that’s not your style, deal with it. If it is, then you two can choose outfits for each other

You low-key get creeped out when they put on the Oni mask

Their entire vibe changes, and it’s intimidating

They wouldn’t protect you in a fight, since they trust that you can handle yourself

But if anyone picks on you outside a fight, expect hands to be thrown

I can see you two making food for the others

When Oden isn’t making oden… which is all the time

9/10 the only downside is the shade that is (occasionally) thrown

Kanjuro

You two mess around together

You guys can act out several plays and have tons of fun making the characters as outlandish as possible

He’ll draw something cute for you, and you two get to play with it for a while

If you’re extra hungry, he’ll draw out some lettuce. But when that gives you a stomach ache, he’ll just rub your back

I can see him trying to be a good wingman, but failing (I think the only good wingmen would be Kawamatsu, and Denjiro. But Denjiro would never do it)

He’ll just stick to doing your Kabuki makeup

I think he would be a good hype man

I can also see you two just drinking tea, while the rest of the group is running around, trying to find where Momonosuke ran off to

I can see you two taking a pottery class together (and probably failing)

Anything art related you and Kanjuro like to do together

I can also see you two having dance parties, and (most) of the group joins in

10/10 very fun times

Raizo

Similar to Kin’emon

But the difference is that he tries to impress you with his ninja skills

If you compliment him, he’ll act humble

But he’s beaming with pride

He uses his ninja skills to prank you

This leads to a prank war that no one is safe from

Even Oden wants to join in on the fun. Which ends up with him crushing everyone

Not very good when it comes to emotions, he ends up getting awkward

Unless you’re getting emotion about Oden because he’ll start crying too

He’ll ask you to help him pick up girls

It never works. It ends up with the girl running and screams, and you two bolting and having to explain to Oden why he got a complaint

9/10 it’s all fun and games until Oden joins in

Ashura Doji

Acts kinda like an uncle/older brother

He acts seriously a lot of the time, but when he does let loose he is fun to be around

Why can’t he be like that all the time?

He may not always have the most fun, but he is always reliable

If you have any problems, you can go to talk to him and he’ll listen. And if you ask for advice, then he’ll give the best words of wisdom

And if he thinks it’s appropriate for him to step in, he will

He smells like alcohol though, so if that bothers you he’ll just laugh

I can see him teaching you how to use a sword/fight, or give extra practice

Ashura also treats you like an errand runner

He’ll give you a few coins and ask you to buy him sake, or a snack

If you say no, he’ll get salty

8/10 stop sending people on errands

Inuarashi

Him, Neokmamushi, and Kawamatsu are the best trio

Add you in, and the castle is in shambles

In the best and most fun way, but it is still chaos

It doesn't help when Oden joins in. It only makes things crazier (see the trend?)

Then the rest of the 9 has two stop you four, and Toki scolds Oden

I can see him also giving really good advice

He’s loyal to a fault, like dude calm down. All that person did was look at you, he does not need to whip out his sword

I can also see him following you around (like a dog)

He likes to act as he hates it when you pet him, but he secretly loves it

I think that he would like to read books with you and drinking tea

Can be annoying though, since he’s clingy

9/10 not too much to complain about

Nekomamushi

I think it would take a while for him to warm up to you

Him being a cat, that makes sense

I think that when he does warm up though, you will never be able to get him off of you

You can be laying down, digesting food, and he’ll just start kneading you

If you tell him to stop, he’ll get salty, and leave you for an hour, and then come back and try to sit on your lap

Like stop, you’re way too big to be doing that

He’ll also start to randomly rub your faces together

Like Inuarashi, he will follow you everywhere

That leads to those two into fights (sometimes), but if you pet both of them they’ll shut up

He’d be good at killing bugs. So if you are disgusted/scared of them, then he is the perfect partner in (bug) homicide

If anyone is bothering you, he’ll team up with Inuarashi to beat them up

9/10 there is a lot of similarities between him and Inuarashi

Kawamatsu

He is so cute

If you give him food he will love you forever

Especially eggs, he loves the texture

So if you give him an egg, he’ll thank you and do anything you say for a day

This can be useful if you don’t want to do something yourself

I can see him getting you two matching hats and clothes

Unlike the cat and dog duo, he doesn’t feel the need to be around you all the time. Instead, he lets you come to him

He’s also really good at giving advice and learning an ear

And as I mentioned before, he is one of the best wingmen. If you have your eyes on someone, he will go up to them and start talking about all of your accomplishments. How you saved fifty kids in one day (or something)

With him as a wingman, you are guaranteed at least one date. If you screw it up, that's on you

I also can see him as a very honest person, so when you ask him if you’re idea is dumb (and it is), he’ll tell you— in the kindest way possible

10/10 I need a Kawamatsu in my life

Bonus

Oden

He’s kinda a bully, but in the nicest way possible

He just likes messing with you. I can see him beating you and the rest of the crew up at a board game when you guys were little kids

Like dude, chill

Don’t worry though, if you think he’s being an unintentional bully (since he kinda acts immature), you can just tell his wife, and he’ll stop real quick

But when it comes down to it, you guys are what means the most to him

Aka: If he sees someone or something bothering you, he will demolish it

Unless it's another one of the nine, then he’ll make a family circle to talk it out

He likes it when he sees you and the rest of the group take care of his kids. It’s like seeing his kids, take care of his kids

Then his eyes start stinging and welling up with tears

But if you ask him, he’ll tell you that he is not crying

He’s kinda like a dad, but also like a little brother too

10/10 just stop beating everyone at uno

[doeilovr]

NCT Dream + Sungtaro’s Reaction to them being your first kiss

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MARK: °𓂂 ˚˖⋆

✿ you would lie on his bed together one evening, just having come home from dinner or the movies

✿ you would just lie in silence for some time, before Mark’s arms would brush against yours and like it was totally unintentional his fingers would slowly find yours before he would finally hold your hand in his

✿ you would turn your head, finding his usual adorable smile and his soft gaze on you.. you could have melted right there and then

✿ “I like you Mark”, would slip off your tongue and before Mark could even answer you moved your head closer to his, before you two would finally share your first kiss together

✿ “I like you too”, Mark would whisper, after both of you pulled back again, “a lot.”

RENJUN: ° ₒ 𓂂 ˚˖⋆

✿ “so- did you- like, ever kiss someone?” you would ask Renjun out of the blue, as you two were playing UNO one evening

✿ Renjun would blink at you, processing your words, a simple “why” was the only thing he brought out, before you two fell in silence

✿ what felt like an eternity later, Renjun would tilt his head at you, “do you want me to kiss you?” and immediately he found you smiling at him

✿ so he would lean forward, softly pecking you on your lips, making your heart flutter, the UNO game long forgotten

JENO: ˚ 𓂂˖⋆

✿ you were cuddling with Jeno, your head on his chest, arms draped around him, as he read from his favorite poetry book for you

✿ “but instead”, he read with his soft, yet deep voice, “you chose to kiss.” And he would put the book aside, having finally finished it, one hand stroking your hair as he placed a kiss on top of your head

✿ “it sounds dreamy”, you would mumble, and Jeno only hummed. “Kissing sounds dreamy”, you repeated, lifting your head to look at him and Jeno couldn’t help himself but look at your lips “wanna try?” he would blurt out

✿ and before he could regret his words you had already agreed, so he pulled you closer, kissing you ever so gently

✿ when you pulled back, your eyes were still closed, only slowly opening again to meet his own. Jeno would ask how you liked it and you would only smile at him, mumbling “it was dreamy”, before you leaned in once again, sharing another kiss with him

HAECHAN: 𓂂˚ ₒ°˖⋆

✿ you would sit on Haechan’s lap as he was playing video games, something you often did.. Haechan would have one arm draped around you, while he played the video game with his free hand talent

✿ your head would be resting somewhere between his shoulder and his neck and usually you’d just watch him play.. but today you’re solely focused on his beautiful face and the way his moles looked like a constellation of stars

✿ he’d catch you looking at him, smoothly continuing his game, while a cocky grin spread on his face, “you like what you see”, he would tease

✿ “You’re really pretty.” You knew he wouldn’t expect that answer and it was hilarious to see his smile drop, one finger pressing the button to pause the game, head turning to meet your eyes “what?”

✿ “I think you’re really pretty”, you repeat and Haechan almsot immediately answers “okay then kiss me.” And now you were both flustered (*in Jackson’s voice*: cute)

✿ you wouldn’t hesitate and peck him on the lips. Haechan would be as surprised as you, blinking at you with big eyes

✿ “You good?”, you chuckle, after he doesen’t move for a good minute. “Yeah”, he swallows hard, “can we- could we repeat that?” You would burst out in laughter at his straightforwardness, but immediately lean in again for a second kiss maybe a forth or a fifth come who wouldn’t

JAEMIN: 𓂂 ˚ °˖⋆

✿ you were sitting next to each other on the floor in Jaemin’s room, both of you staring into his camera as he showed you the recent pictures he had taken

✿ there was a picture of you, one you didn’t remember him taking and almost unconsciously you grab Jaemin’s hand that was holding onto the camera

✿ “wait”, you mumble, eyes wandering from the camera to Jaemin’s wide eyes, “why did you take a picture of me?”

✿ Jaemin’s eyes would soften, a small smile playing on his lips, “why? Because you’re beautiful and I want to capture everything that’s beautiful.” And for a moment you stare at each other, lost in one another’s eyes, before Jaemin leans forward, placing a kiss on your lips

✿ a kiss that seems like it was out of a fairytale, one that makes your heart beat fast and your head spin and when you part again, you smile at each other and you would confess that it was your first kiss

✿ Jaemin would grab your hand, reassuringly stroking your soft skin, before he’d place a kiss on it “I’m happy I was your first kiss”, and you would nod, whispering “me too”, before you would rest your head on his shoulder, continuing to look at Jaemin’s pictures

SHOTARO: ｡ₒ ˖⋆°

✿ you could take one hundred, or one thousand pictures of Shotaro, you’d never get tired of seeing his cute smile and his handsome face

✿ and only now, on this beautiful warm day you finally noticed the way he looked at you, as if he was the one taking the picture.. you almost blush on the spot, quickly taking the picture and handing Shotaro his phone back

✿ “did it turn out good”, he would ask, unaware of the little crisis you just had. You’d nod, saying he always looks good and were about to turn away, when he grabs your hand, turning you back around to face him

✿ “You’re so cute”, his typical sweet smile was back, and then Shotaro would pour his heart out to you, confessing his feelings and telling your how much he liked you and you would lean in and just millimeters before your lips finally touch you would whisper “I’ve never done this before” and he would smile reassuringly, telling you not to worry

✿ “it’s okay, you trust me right?” And of course you nod (maybe a bit too enthusiastic) and he would kiss you, soft, gentle and sweet, just like a dream and it would be perfect

CHENLE: ˖⋆ ˚𓂂 ₒ°

✿ he would hold your hand over the table, both of you sitting next to each other in the booth of a cute little restaurant, the scent of the roses he had gifted you earlier only adding to the romantic mood

✿ and the gentlemen Chenle was, he wouldn’t just go in and surprise you with a kiss (he’d save that for later).. he would say something like “I really like you a lot and I know you haven’t kiss anyone before, so I was wondering if maybe, you know, you want me to be your first kiss?”

✿ you would chuckle at his sweetness and quickly lean forward to initiate the kiss, Chenle almost getting startled in the process.. but you two would enjoy the kiss and make it last and after parting again, he would peck you on the cheek and squeeze your hand

✿ “I hope you liked it”, he would widely smile, waiting for you to smile back and nod.. and then you’d end the day with even more kisses and a nice dessert you would share

SUNGCHAN: ˚𓂂 ˖⋆ₒ°

✿ Sungchan brought you to the beach, initially to show you the sea and run around together.. but somehow after spending the day with you like this he got reminded more and more of how much he actually liked you

✿ and suddenly he would be glad you tackled him, making both of you fall onto the sandy ground and before you could get up again, Sungchan would grab your arms that were on either side of his shoulders

✿ the previous smile that was on your face faded, replaced by an expression that was a mixture of excitement and fear and as much as his heart was beating fast, your eyes were shaking, getting lost in his

✿ “what’s happening”, you would whisper and Sungchan found himself smiling at your words, because the truth was he wasn’t so sure either.. “i don’t know”, he would whisper back, “but I want to kiss you.”

✿ and with zero hesitation you nodded at him and Sungchan pulled you closer, finally sharing your first kiss together. And you were glad to know that neither you nor Sungchan had kissed someone before. It made this kiss, this memory even more special, to both of you

JISUNG: 𓂂⋆˚ₒ ˖

✿ “what are you listening to. Can I hear it?” You would walk behind Jisung, trying to catch up to him and trying to get him to share his headphones with you

✿ Jisung would abruptly stop in his tracks, making you bump into him by accident, he’d turn around with his usual cute laughter “sorry”, he’d apologize, handing you one of his headphones

✿ and that’s how you both stood in the middle of the side street, Bruno Mars softly singing in your ears, both of you in your own little world, gazing into each other’s eyes

✿ no words were needed and somehow it happened fast and slow at the same time, when Jisung suddenly leaned in close, softly pecking you on your lips

✿ and words still weren’t necessary, since both of you knew each other well enough to know that it was your first kiss, Jisung’s too. And though it felt awkward at first, you couldn’t deny the fact it was still somehow absolutely perfect and it would definitely not be your last kiss

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a/n: thanks for the request anon!! :3 I hope you enjoy this and thanks again for all the feedback on the last post :)

[sageinacage]

Hey idk if ur prompts are open, but if they were, would you maybe want to do a Wilbur vs Charlie in who can wreck Tommy better like thing? 👀👀👀

"Friendly" Uno summary: tommy gets a bit too sassy in a game of uno with him, charlie, and wilbur. a/n: i was originally gonna write this in the dsmp but i literally just couldn't figure out how to do it without it being super ooc KSDFSKJ also just pretend charlie came to visit them in the UK LOL warnings: swearing, playful teasing/mocking (they're playing uno its bound to happen BAHAHA /lh) w/c: 1.6k IRL, Platonic

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“C’mon, give me a green!” Wilbur growled, continuously picking up cards from the middle pile. He and his two friends, Tommy and Charlie, were playing a friendly game of Uno together on the floor of the living room. Well, “friendly.”

“HAH! Aww, poor Wilbyyy, so bad at Unooo…” Tommy cooed, his face painted with the biggest shit-eating grin. Wilbur scoffed, finally putting a green card down. “Tommy, every day you remind me of all my mistakes.” Wilbur jested, smirking at Tommy’s surprised face. “Yeah? Well-”

“Aha, draw four Toms!” Charlie interrupted, Tommy looking down at the middle pile to see a colorful “+4” card right in front of him. After a dramatic groan, the boy drew the cards. “You are horrible to me, Mr. Slimecicle.” Tommy pointed his finger in Charlie’s face, the dirty blonde only shrugged, chuckling at his antics.

Wilbur put down a red card, smiling at Charlie’s huff. “Really, the only color I don’t have?!” He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. “Don’t be all grumpy, it’s how the game works, yeah?” Wilbur gave a smug smirk, watching his friend reach for the pile to scout for a red card.

After more banter, the game started to move more smoothly… until they decided to start stacking “+2” and “+4” cards. The pile of them now added up to 14, but they still kept going. “Holy shit, this better not end on me!” Wilbur sighed, placing his final card he could stack. “Me neither.” Charlie agreed, placing his last card that could be stacked.

“This game is against me! I swear to god, this is rigged! You’re both cheating.” Tommy cried, huffing to himself while he started to pick up the 18 cards they all stacked up. “Tohohommy!” Wilbur broke into laughter, leaning his head back as high-pitched giggles left him. “We aren’t cheheating, you juhust suhuck.” Charlie snorted up a laugh, patting Tommy’s back as he whined again.

“You two are both big stupid bullies. You should be thankful I’m even playing a little card game with you.” Tommy huffed, making eye contact with Wilbur. “You’re so sassy today, n’awww- don’t tell me someone’s grumpy over just a ‘little’ card game!” Charlie teased, causing Wilbur to smirk at Tommy. “Yeah, are you up past your bedtime?”

“I hate you both so much. I will fight you both and win- at the same time.” The blonde claimed as he slapped a card down with enough force to accidentally push the card pile down. “Baby rage.” Wilbur scoffed, earning a dramatic gasp from Tommy. “I AM NOT A BABY!” He shouted, Wilbur and Charlie breaking into giggles again.

“That’s something a baby would say!”

“CHARLIE.”

Wilbur covered his face, laughter building up from his chest, Charlie following right in his footsteps. Tommy furrowed his eyebrows, grumbling. “You guys are assholes.” He spoke in a more playful tone, indicating that he wasn’t genuinely upset.

“Yeah, are we, Tommy?” Charlie put down his cards, looking at the boy. “Compared to how you’ve been treating us this evening, I don’t think we’re that bad.” Wilbur raised an eyebrow, also placing his cards down. “B- Bullshit! You guys are twats…?” Tommy cowered a bit at their growing smirks, putting his cards down as well.

“Twats, are we?”

“Wilbur, I don’t like his tone.”

Both men stood up, still with suspicious smiles on their faces, causing Tommy to stand up as well. “I d- don’t trust this.” The boy shuddered, backing up until he hit the couch, falling back onto it. “Don’t worry Charlie, I can take care of this.” Wilbur nodded, towering over Tommy.

“No, I think I can do it, I can definitely do it better.” Charlie stood next to him, an innocent smile plastered on his face. “Yeah? Well do you know all his tickle spots? No? That’s what I thought.”

Oh. Oh. So that is what this was about.

“I’m called the tickle monster around here for a reason, Charlie!” Wilbur kept on going, placing a sassy hand on his hip. “You clearly haven’t met me then, yet!” He quipped back, looking down at Tommy; whose face was bright red and a nervous but excited smile on his face.

“Let’s have Tommy answer then. Who’s better at wrecking you, Toms?” Wilbur smirked down at him, the blonde just covering his face. “D’awww, that’s not an answer! Hmm, how about this. Wilbur, we’ll team up and Tommy will answer that question when we’re finished.”

“Deal.”

“Wh- what? Guys… guhUHUYS-!” Bubbly laughter already took over Tommy as Wilburs fingers kneaded his waist. “What’s up? Wha’tcha need?” Charlie chuckled, walking two fingers up his ribcage. What they weren’t expecting was the loud squeal that left Tommy.

“Looks like I already found a tickle spot, Wilbur!” Charlie exclaimed, gently pinching around his top ribs, causing the boy to let out yet another squeal. “Wow, do you want a medal or something?” Wilbur snarked back sarcastically, glaring at the dirty blonde before massaging his thumb into one of Tommy’s hip bones.

“Wiiihihill! NOHOhoho!” Tommy tried to twist left to right, but that damn feeling on his hip bone just wouldn’t secede. Charlie furrowed his eyebrows, seeing that Wilbur was back in the lead. He reached his other hand around and formed it like a claw, and then vibrated it into the other side of his ribcage as he kept up the prodding on the other side.

“CHAHAHARLIE! QUIHIHIT IT!” Tommy absolutely shrieked, unsure whether to attempt to push his hands away from his ribs, or to cover his face and obvious blush was creeping up on his cheeks. “Gotta admit I’m the better tickle monster first!” Charlie giggled, making little ‘tktktktk’ noises right in Tommy’s ear.

“N’awww, Tommy!~ You have just the sweetest giggles, and I know they’re because of me and not the slimy boy, is that right?” Wilbur teased, moving from his hips to the sides of his belly, scribbling his nails over the area. Hiccupy laughter began to emit from the boy, him kicking his legs into the couch behind Wilbur.

“He’s now all hiccupy! That’s so cute!” Charlie exclaimed, grabbing one of Tommy’s flailing arms. He sniggered to himself as Tommy’s laughter turned more high-pitched at the sudden vulnerability, a wide smile on his face nonetheless. “Uh oh, Tommy… someone’s in trouble now!” Charlie teased as he wiggled his fingers over his exposed underarm, not making contact now.

“DohoHOHON’T! WIHILBUR- *snort* HEHELP!” Tommy’s laughter grew an octave at his own snort, shaking his head as Charlie wouldn’t stop the stupid anticipation. “There’s no way I’m helping you, Toms. I mean- unless you say that I’m better at this.” Wilbur smirked, deciding to try a new spot as he turned around, fluttering his nails under Tommy’s knees.

The giggles it made Tommy produce were different. They were more flustered it seemed, almost like Wilbur just found a certain melt spot. “Tommy, you’ve gone all soft now! Let’s change that, shall we?” Charlie chuckled mischievously, his fingers crashing down and lightly scribbling into his underarms.

Feeling both his death spot and melt spot being tickled at the same time was definitely a different feeling. “NOOOHOHO- *hic* PLEHEHEASE!” His voice began to sound slightly strained, so Charlie retracted his hand in response. “Looks like I found your worst spot, eh?” He smiled, but it was more of a fond smile this time- compared to all his evil ones.

“Hmmm, Charlie. What if we worked together, just once?” Wilbur offered, and Charlie gladly nodded. “What do you need from me, boss?” He smiled playfully before Wilbur went in to whisper something into his ear. ‘What were they planning now? My demise?’ Tommy thought curling up on himself.

In one swift movement, Tommy found himself leaning onto Charlie being held in place with one of Charlie’s arms, and Wilbur looming over him with a grin that did not look friendly. It looked quite evil, in all honesty. “You ready, Toms?” Wilbur cooed, wiggling his fingers at the boy. The blonde whined, looking away from him. “N’aww, don’t want to watch the show, Tommy?” Charlie cooed in his ear. Just their words and actions alone made him want to squirm and laugh, and they haven’t even done the tickling yet.

A moment of silence fell onto them, Tommy still looking away, until a big raspberry was blown right beneath his belly button. The boy arched his back, a shriek ripping out from his throat as he weakly pushed at Wilbur’s head; but the stupid sensations just kept on going.

“YOHOHOU WIHI- *wheeze* WIHIHIN! ENOHOHOUGH!” Tommy managed to get out, his laughter nearly going silent. Wilbur sat up, rubbing Tommy’s tummy to help get rid of the tingles that still lurked around. “Who won? I didn’t catch it.” Charlie’s voice was gentle, but it was obvious there was some smugness there.

“Yeah, who won? You never stated a name, Toms!” The taller boy crossed his arms, smirking down at the boy. Tommy just let out a whine and covered his face, cuddling into Charlie as all the tickling wore him out. They both internally cooed at him, finding his snuggly antics so fond and wholesome, because for god's sake- it’s Tommy! You rarely find the boy getting all soft for anyone.

“Let’s just call it a tie, shall we Charlie?”

“Yeah, for now, that is.”

[softcallofdutyimagines]

What cuddling with the squad would be like

Adler

What is.... Cuddling?

Just kidding maybe

Seriously though, he's not really big on it

However, for you, he's willing to give anything a shot at least once

He prefers cuddling on a couch or something, rather then getting all over each other

He sits facing forward, drapes his arm around your shoulders, and you lean into his side

It's very casual, and hardly cuddling tbh

You might just want to say screw it after a bit

But if you let him warm up to the idea, the wait is worth it

Perhaps he's just not use to that kind of gentle intimacy

Or maybe he's afraid of what you might think of him if he shows you his soft side

Whatever the case, he becomes far more warm and welcoming about it over time

He still prefers his personal space at bed time, but any other time, he likes to hold you tight and close

Additionally, he's fond of stroking your hair and back while holding you

It's a gentle little tidbit, but regardless of how much it surprises you, it feels very soothing

Hudson

Considering his icey personality, you'd be forgiven to think that Hudson also does not like cuddling very much

However, I'd say he does actually!

It does wonders for reducing stress, and that's a bonus he desperately needs

Plus, he's the type of guy that likes to play the protector role in a relationship

Which definitely makes cuddling appealing to him

He likes to recline with you laying on his chest and his arms locked around you

Sometimes, when he holds you particularly tight, you can feel his heart beat flutter from the intimacy

This is a very private side of him, to be so vulnerable with someone

So he appreciates that you keep this... Confidential

And that you're willing to indulge him

You tell him it's not a struggle at all to have some cuddling time with him, but he doesn't believe you

It's not personal, that's just Hudson lol

But maybe one day he'll come around :)

Lazar

Make way and bow down before the KING of cuddles

He is typically the one to ask for a cuddling session

In fact, Lazar is always down for a cuddle, anytime, anywhere

Even at the base with the two of you in his office chair

Regardless of whether you're sitting or laying down, he likes to have you on his lap and work from there

He's a lot like Hudson in that he loves to feel like he's protecting you

You'd never say it to his face, but every inch of him is soft enough for cozy cuddling

He especially likes it if you give him a little rub or scratch in return while he holds you

It feels amaaaazing, especially along his ribs and belly

However, as much as he likes that stuff, he's a little shy about enjoying it, so he'd prefer if you reserved that for private cuddling time

Lazar is known to ask after you comfort fairly often, like if you're too warm, too cold, or if he's squishing you

You're quite small to him after all, so he tries to be gentle as he can and check up on you now and then, just in case

Mason

Mason is also a big fan of cuddling

However, he's not quite as excitable about it as Lazar

It's a very private and intimate thing in his eyes, so you'd be disappointed if you were looking to get some of that at work or something

However, he makes up for it by bringing his cuddling A game at home

His absolute favorite place to cuddle is in bed

Preferably under a bunch of blankets and with an equal amount of pillows

Mason doesn't have a particular arrangement of your bodies that he's partial to, just as long as he can hold you

He just wants to hold you

His arms are always tightly clasped around you, and he likes to bury his face into the crook of your neck

Unlike most of the others on this list, Mason gets the feeling that you're protecting him

The difference is, the things you're protecting him from are not physical

And you do it wonderfully

He really hopes that cuddling does something for you too at least, because he's not sure he could ever find the words to thank you for it

Park

Park is actually rather neutral on the subject of cuddling

She doesn't dislike it or anything, but it's not as though she craves it either

If you like it, even if you like it a lot! then by all means, she'd love to!

Since it's not much of her gig, she usually lets you take the lead

Things like where the best places for it are and what kind of position to get in are all up to you

However, she is a big fan of incorporating things like blankets and throws

It's not that you aren't warm enough for her or something! She just likes that added layer of security and comfort

And after a while...

She admits, she does start to get hungry for cuddling time

It's especially nice after a long day of working

Park can also be known to get a little playful with it too

She likes to sprinkle in some random kisses or even a small tickle fight, just to see what you'll do

What can she say? She gets bored just sitting sometimes, lol

Weaver

He has a similar journey to Park tbh

At first, he's lukewarm at best towards cuddling

But, unlike Park, once he gets that first taste.... Whooooo boy!!!!

After a long day at work, it's all he wants to do

Wherever you are, Weaver is pretty reliable to come seek you out and just curl up with you

He's kind of like a big cat in that way

Although, despite the fact that he may be getting a little soft around the edges these days, it's important to note that he's not a big fan of the dog-like petting that Lazar seems to enjoy receiving

He does, however, like it when you finger comb his hair or if you gently rub his chest

Weaver isn't very particular about the cuddling where and how, just as long as he can be with you

Well, one thing though...

He does like for you to keep to his right when you're cuddling with him

That might sound like an odd request, but think of it this way: it is a bit strange for him, considering he'd hardly be able to see you otherwise

Woods

He has the same uno reverse card up his sleeve as Hudson

While you might think cuddling is beneath him, he's actually quite the fan

Maybe even enough to rival Lazar

In fact, you can expect him to be hanging all over you any chance he gets

Once he's got you, he likes to deepen the embrace by snuggling his face right up along side yours

Particularly, he like to bury his nose in your hair and give you a little nuzzle

He's not sure what you put in there, but it smells so good, he just can't help himself

Besides, anything is better then the smell of sweat and gunpowder all day, which makes you and your hair very good indeed

His beard tickles a bit when he gets like this, but you get use to it

You can expect him to take little breaks from snuggling to give you some kisses in quick succession, followed by lots of happy sighs

You are the only person that knows this side of him

If anyone else found out, he'd be ruined

So hopefully you can take comfort in knowing just how much he trusts you