#the notes on this are going to make me die but. curiosity kills the cat yknow

[if-loki-was-a-fox]

okay the notes on this post I made have me genuinely curious

feel free to get more specific in the tags

[chimerical-daydreams]

Hiiiiii for that pre king wish au. Is Loop going to deal with the repercussions of Siffrin always drifting and never finding an anchor? He was just a traveller, moving forward day by day, with nothing new or exciting to live for... until he met the family :3 BUT NOT WITHOUT THE KING-

OK SO. i have Many Thoughts about this, so bare with me here.

Loop, having gone through the Same Two Days for so long they've lost count of time, has a complicated relation with predictability and stagnation. On one hand, if nothing changes, then they can just follow the script, and they'll know what to expect. On the other hand, they'd rather die than be stuck repeating the same lines over and over again, not after finally being freed. And now, by a twist of fate, they're face to face with the past version of the monster they were fighting so hard to defeat.

I think, at first, they stick around as a helpful "guiding figure" while they sort through their own feelings and decide if they're gonna kill this guy or not. After much deliberation and one failed murder attempt, they decide to let him be. Unfortunately for them, in this time they've grown attached to the sobbing wet cat of a man they were stuck with (the King is actually very similar to Siffrin in this AU, so he probably hits a soft spot within Loop, that remembers the horrible feeling of confusion when they first landed in Vaugarde).

After the emotional tumult settles, I think that King intends to go to Corbeaux as per cannon, and Loop (without any better things to do), follows. On the way there, though, they pass by Bambouche, and Loop is hit by the Dread as they watch a slightly younger Bonnie with their sister run by them without giving them a second glance (well, they do look their way, but with confusion and curiosity instead of recognition). That's when it hits Loop that no one in their family is ever going to meet each other because the disaster they bonded over never happens.

I'm still mulling over how I'm gonna make this happen, but I want Loop to put the gang back together with the King's help (maybe on the pretense of finding more about the forgotten nation?). Loop clings to this purpose like a goddamn lifeline, because otherwise, as you mentioned, they would just go back to wandering aimlessly, stumbling around in a land that is not theirs. They want their happy ending because, after All of This? They deserve it.

(On an addendum, there is also a Siffrin in this AU, back when they still kept his hair dyed black.)

(On a second note, I'm currently making those in-game character profiles for the ones who don't have them yet - Loop, King and Nille - so. Uh. There is more to come 👍)

[lalathemediterraneanmermaid]

What do ikevill suitors smell like? PT.1

Hi little robins, I'm back with the "What do ___ suitors smell like?" series, Ikemen Villains edition. A promise is a promise so, here we have our favourite villanous boys. Let's discover the perfumes that our silly little cursed ones are most likely to wear. This is not entirely accurate - it's only based on their routes information and the vibe each boy gives me. Btw, this time I tried to put the same amount of perfumes on each boy.

William Rex

Our King of Hearts, The Self-Righteous Monarch, The King of Villains. As charming as he is ruthless. He wants people to express themselves. Eyes as red as his flags that will have you doing exactly what he wants. You can't fix him... But if you let him, he can absolutely make you worse. “Strip it all off… and fall into the darkness with me." He definitely smells intoxicating, almost like tempting you to fall into a dark world of sweet, poisonous sin.

Notes: Rose, strawberry, absinthe, incense, leather, patchouli, oud, amber and violet.

Perfumes he might like:

La Fille de Berlin - Serge Lutens - His favourite

Fate Man - Amouage

Back to Black - By Killian

Parfum Sacré - Caron

Noir Aphrodisiaque - By Killian - He layers this one with "La Fille de Berlin" when he goes out with you.

Portrait of a Lady - Frederic Malle

Harrison Gray

The Easygoing & Popular Lying Fox. The sweet-addicted book-lover. “I have the curse of the Lying Fox. You shouldn’t trust me so easily.” Shhh, you have a heart of gold. "With you, I can walk through the darkness forever... Because you are my sun.” Told you. He is just a silly playful fox who loves to tease you as much as he loves sweets and books. In his route he is always throwing minty caramels at us and eating sugar. So it feels safe to say that he smells like mint and sweets on top of a soft and woody base.

Notes: Heavy mint, bergamote, green apple, Tea leaves, lily of the valley, cardamom, light vanilla, cedarwood and white musk.

Perfumes he might like:

Eau de Minthé - Diptyque

Moscow mule - Juliette Has A Gun

Under the Lemon Trees - Maison Margiela

Herba Fresca - Guerlain

Wild Mint & Lavandin - Molton Brown - His favourite

White Jasmine & Mint - Jo Malone

Liam Evans

"Curiosity killed the cat. I wonder what'll end up killing me..." Our catboy depressed kitty. My precious boy. The Stage-Star. Someone who'll shower you in roses one moment and stab someone for you the next. That's love. He shines as bright as a star, charming those who see him without effort, he will do anything to win your praise, only yours. This sweet pookie smells like a field of flowers under the rain with a base of soft, sweet and warm vanilla.

Notes: Vanilla, pink pepper, violet leaves, cedarwood, jasmine, sandalwood, grey amber, musk and modern roses.

Perfumes he might like:

Daim Blond - Sarge Lutens

Grand Soir - Maison Francis Kurkdjian

Rose 31 - Le Labo

Spiritueuse Double Vanille - Guerlain - His favourite

Vanilla Cake - Montale

Velvet Vanilla - Mancera - He layers this one with "Spiritueuse Double Vanille" whenever he is going to see you.

Victor

The Man shrouded in mystery. The eccentric Crown's mom leader. Oh Rapunzel, let down your hair. I definitely need his hair routine, and probably you too. I don't know what else to say about him, I love this man more than I love myself. "Now, give into the darkness of your wicked heart" Whatever you want my dear. I feel like he is the "touch her and you die" type of boyfriend. A real provider. He even BAKES. And likes MAGIC TRICKS. AND HE DANCES!!!! Tell me something he can't do, I'll wait, and if you find something, I'll fight you. Anyways, back to the perfumes. He gives me the vibe of a gentleman with a luxurious and complex scent. I can feel warm, woody and sweet with some spice on top of a soft base.

Notes: Bergamot, black pepper, cinnamon, sandalwood, rose, oud, vanilla and amber.

Perfumes he might like:

Bois d'Armenie - Guerlain

Royal Oud - Creed

Interlude Man - Amouage - His favourite

Gentleman - Givenchy

Herod - Parfums de Marly

Orphéon - Diptyque

Roger Barel

He is called "The Egotistical Former Doctor" but it seems like those arms are in the middle, because I can't see the "egoistical" part. "He is selfish and has no regard for his own interests", okay, maybe he is a bit egoistical but... "The Queen's Cursed Forces, huh? No better research subjects than that.” We get it boy, you really want to study them so bad, and I volunteer as a tribute. As said, he is a doctor, so he is surrounded by chemicals, medicines and medicinal herbs, so he definitely like that, something aromatic and some spices. Since one of his hobbies is sampling imported beer, I thin we can all agree that he may smell also like alcohol and liqueur. He is manly, and so, he smells manly.

Notes: Black pepper, eucalyptus, thyme, liqueur, cedarwood, lavender, incense, leather and sandalwood.

Perfumes he might like:

Tam Dao - Diptyque

Terre d'Hermès - Hermès

Habit Rouge - Guerlain

The Cobra and The Canary - Imaginary Authors

Green Irish Tweed - Creed

Epic Man - Amouage - His favourite

Forest Lungs - The Nue Co.

Alfons Sylvatica

Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all? The Hedonistic Thrill Seeker. Don't let all his eloquent smooth-talking fool you, he has an skilled and scheming tongue. "Greetings, Miss Robin. Would you care to indulge in a dream with me today?" As elusive as a phantom, he prioritises ephemeral pleasures above everything else. Perpetually dishonest, he'll play you for a fool… and with you like a toy… Although he has already seduced me, and probably all the robins reading this, I still feel like there's something wrong with this man. We really know nothing about him, he is presented as seductive and mysterious, but I can feel that's just the surface of the lake, in the depths there seems to be a profound loneliness and sadness. What makes me feel like this is his last name. "Sylvatica" comes from the cientific name for the "forget-me-not" flowers (Myosotis sylvatica). This blue little flowers represents true love. A symbol of fidelity and being truthful to someone you love. So yes, he might be a player, but with lots of issues in his soul, and, beacuse of that, I think he may smell seductive but drained down, with lots of sadness. Like a field of forget-me-not flowera drenched in rain water.

Notes: Forget-me-not, violets, herbs, aquatic and ozonic notes, vetiver, incense, leather, amber, vanilla and cedarwood.

Perfumes he might like:

Un Jardin Sur Le Nil - Hermès

Gypsy Water - Byredo

Lys 41 - Le Labo

Avignon - Comme des Garçons

Aoud Leather - Montale

The Language Of Glaciers - Imaginary Authors - His favourite

And here it ends pt.1!!! Stay tuned for pt.2 my loves. See you all little robins.

[irondad-defensesquad]

edit (december 6th 2023): this has been getting a lot of notes - thank you for the love btw! - so i just wanted you to know that this idea has a full story! it's right here. thanks again!

tony is checking his notes while he works, when he hears the door opening.

"oh peter, is that you?" he says, a little relieved but also annoyed. "care to explain why you haven't replied to any of my messages-?"

when he looks behind him, though, there's nobody in the lab.

... the meow startles him.

tony finds the black cat sitting on his notebook, and doesn't appear to plan on getting off.

"seriously?" tony groans. "friday, why is the little black hole in here?"

"he is boss jr., isn't that correct?" the A.I. replies rather smugly.

the man glares at the ceiling. "very funny." then he turns to the cat. "why are you like this. i thought cats liked to be alone. but i guess you just love bugging me."

the cat doesn't reply. he dares to lie down, refusing to let tony work. before they settle on yet another glaring contest today, the older man's phone vibrates on the desk, much to the cat's curiosity. tony quickly takes it and sees he has new text messages from peter.

peter: sorry mr stark, i can't come over today

peter: i have a decathlon meeting and i can't miss it

tony audibly groans. yeah, of course. obviously.

then peter sends another one.

peter: how is tony jr? is he behaving?

tony aggressively texts back.

tony: that is not his name. and no, he's being a little menace, alright. he ruined my couch, he knocked my favorite mug over, and now he won't let me work.

peter: aww mr stark, he just wants attention!

tony: yeah, but he doesn't have to be such a little shit.

peter: stop being mean to him!!!

tony: he's being mean to me.

tony: so what, i'm gonna be stuck with him for another night?

the teen spends a while writing the next text, which becomes many of them, probably indicating he's anxious.

peter: look mr stark i'm sorry i forced you to look after him

peter: i just couldn't leave him in the cold and aunt may already has a lot in her plate

peter: but i didn't mean to make you mad either

peter: i promise i'll try to come over as soon as i can to take him to the shelter

tony's anger fades. he sighs it out.

tony: kid, it's fine. i get it. you have a good heart and i'm proud of you for that. i just wasn't ready to have a stray cat home.

tony: but this isn't your fault, okay? you did the right thing.

he almost texts more but decides not to.

peter: ok mr stark

peter: i'll try to get him to the shelter by the end of the week

tony: no pressure, kiddo.

when he thinks it's over, peter sends yet another one.

peter: hey mr stark? could you take a pic of him? i miss his little face 🥺

tony rolls his eyes and positions the starkphone in front of the cat. the little feline seems to notice it and looks back. and he tilts his head almost instantly. though tony knows it's not out of confusion - it's like he's posing for the photo.

the hero sends it to peter.

who in turn, replies with several stickers of people exploding with heart emojis.

peter: omg!!!! bby!!!! i would die for him!!!!

tony: please don't.

peter: aww he even posed!

peter: guess he rlly takes after you 😊

tony: he is still not my cat.

peter: still... just be good to him until i get back ok? he just wants some company

you don't get it, pete. i'm irresponsible and i ruin everything i touch.

tony doesn't send that.

instead, tony looks at the cat deep into his golden eyes.

his hand approaches the little void. he expects to get bitten or scratched like he has been all day. but worse...

i ruin everything i touch, and i'm going to kill another innocent creature. i'm going to kill him. i'm going to kill him.

...

the cat is snuggling against his hand, purring.

then he lets tony pet his whole body and his tail touches his fingers.

indeed... all the cat ever wanted was love and attention. the things he never had in the past.

with a relieved smile on his face, tony finally answers peter.

tony: okay.

just a simple reply. but many promises.

[call-sign-shark]

In the Heat of the Night || Modern!Arthur Shelby x Reader

Summary: As if blazing summer nights weren’t already annoying enough, you’re here to make Arthur’s insomnia even worse… 

He's a former soldier and a drug addict trying to get better. You are an unhinged punk girl living in the streets. You weren't supposed to meet... And now Arthur's fate and yours are forever entangled. Check the Masterlist here if you wanna read more about AU Loose Cannon, Or how a blue-haired rebel wrecked a soldier’s life and stole his heart.

Words: 2.8K

TW: Quick allusions to sexual abuse

Notes: Each part is individual and can be read as one-shots in no particular order.

A growl reached your lips as you rolled on your side, for the sensation of the sofa’s leather sticking to your sweat-covered skin was deeply irritating. Prior to coming to this country, you had been told that summers in the United Kingdom were usually not that warm. Somehow, you believed in the ever-lasting cliché of the UK always being under clouds and rain. Yet,  here you were, soaked up despite wearing nothing but your underwear. No matter how the windows were open and how many times you gulped cold water like some kind of thirsty girl lost in the Sahara desert, the hot air still felt thick and suffocating. 

You’ve been trying to fall asleep for hours now, but the temperature was preventing you from doing so and nothing seemed to work to overcome it. Besides, the huge malinois that was literally sleeping on you did not help in cooling down. When Arthur offered to take you home he had warned you about sharing the sofa with his dog, Hannibal, so you were more or less expecting him to sleep somewhere at the end of the couch,  What you did not expect though was that the dog would use you like some kind of pillow. Bringing your hands to your face, fingers clenched on your own skin, you kept yourself from screaming in frustration.  Moreover, the maddening sound of the living room clock was seriously rattling your nerves. No — it was definitely too much to handle. Gently dragging yourself from under the malinois without waking him up, you decided to walk to the bathroom to sprinkle cold water all over your neck and arms in the hope it would cool you down. You discreetly made your way through the corridor, your bare feet ghosting the floor as you moved in darkness like a swift shadow. Suddenly, an odd sound caught your attention and made you stop. It was coming from Arthur’s bedroom, whose door had been left ajar.  Even if curiosity killed the cat, you could not help but slipped your blue-haired head into his bedroom to check what was the cause of this mysterious background noise.  Suddenly your eyes widened, for you witnessed something you hope you’d have never witnessed.

“YOU FUCKING BASTARD!”

Your voice roared so loudly in the room that Arthur sat up straight on the mattress in one movement, panic visible on his face and right hand ready to reach for his gun. The soldier’s piercing blue eyes had to scan you for a little while before his traumatized mind understood you were not an enemy coming to kill him, “Here we go…” Arthur’s shoulders relaxed. “What’s the matter now?! Can’t even sleep at night!”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” You screamed right away, storming into the bedroom. You were so infuriated that your skin heated up even more but you could not care less: what you had just seen deserved some immediate explanations, “You had a fan the whole time and you did not even tell me,” You said with the most outraged tone you could do, “Worst, you kept it for yourself and left me to die in the living room! You’re one fucking selfish motherfucker!” 

“Oi! Do I look like fookin’ Mother Theresa?! I  gave you a roof over your head and food on your plate! Can’t you survive without a fan? Now get yer ass out of my room, you damn crazy bitch!” He surprisingly yelled louder than you, his husky voice making the whole house shake. Still, you did not follow his order. When he saw that you weren’t moving, Arthur grabbed a pillow and threw it at your face with a perfect sniper aim, “And don’t you enter the room without knocking! Could have been jerking off and seeing your stupid face at that moment would have been a real turn-off!” The soldier grunted, just wanting to go back to sleep.

“The fuck did you just do? Are you crazy? You wanna die?” Your voice had become suddenly quieter when you emphasized each word of your sentence, right after that awful affront. In truth, you did not let him have the time to answer your question nor to insult you for you jumped on the bed as quickly as a jungle cat and immediately start to mercilessly beat him with another pillow, “THE FUCK DID YOU DO??” You repeated, giving in to your destructive rage — well, not that really destructive considering that your weapon was a soft and squishy pillow but still you did try to look convincing.

“FOOK!” Arthur’s hoarse voice exclaimed, more irritated than anything, “Stop it! Stop hitting me or you’ll regret it!” He tried to warn you but it had no effect — you were still trying to murder him through a great deal of pillow smacks. Little you know, handling your small and little body was something he could do with closed eyes. After all, he had beaten the shit out of a trained elite soldier, so a little psychotic Smurfette won’t impress him. But you were blinded by your rage, hence you did not take into account the fact he was part of the elite forces of Special Air Service. Nor did you notice the smooth way he positioned himself to, all of sudden, turn you around and overpower you without the slightest effort.  A little scream escaped from your lips as he dominated you. When you realized what had just happened it was already too late: you were firmly pinned to the bed, Arthur’s hands holding your wrists above your head and his body weight keeping you still, “What are ye gonna do now eh, little one?” He snarled, teeth bared and fury blazing in his sharp blue eyes. Now you were fucked. Your enraged pout suddenly turned into a shocked expression.

“Let me go!! Let me go!!” You screeched, wriggling like a snake under him to set yourself free but you knew it was vein.

Arthur’s lips stretched in a sadistic smile as he saw you struggling under his grip, “Did not expect you to be that weak eh?” He taunted, enjoying the moment and having fun now that the table had turned. Maybe it was time to teach you a little lesson? He brought his face closer to yours, his cold eyes diving into your irises and his scorching breath fanning over your face, “You know I could do everything I want with you now that you’re trapped in me bed? I could snatch your throat with my bare teeth… What do ye think, me cute little prey?” 

“Arthur, let me go!” The beating of your heart was now chaotic. It pounded so hard in your chest that you felt it was about to burst your ribcage. You started to quiver, feeling trapped. After all, you were so tiny compared to him…

“Want me to eat you alive?”  He purred in your ear, grinning like a hungry wolf. His husky voice sent tremors down your spine.  

And suddenly, it was not anger that was burning in your eyes anymore… It was terror. Genuine terror that coursed through your veins and petrified your whole body, just like a doe in front of a car’s headlights. You felt his bruising grip painfully tightening around your wrists.

 “Please… Stop…” You managed to beg, despite the almost choking lump in your throat.  It was all it took for Arthur to grasp the desperate tone of your voice and stop teasing you the moment he understood he had taken it too far.

“Shit!” He cursed, freeing your wrists and moving from the top of you to sit on the bed, “I’m fookin’ sorry, stinky rat. I was just playin’ ye know?” Slightly panicked at the sight of tears in your eyes, Arthur gently pressed his hand on your shoulder and helped you sit next to him. Still, you remained silent, requiring a little while to calm the creeping anxiety that had started to draw you into a pit filled with venomous bad memories. “I was just playing, really. I would never hurt ye…” Arthur’s gravel voice broke the silence, coated with the softest tone you had ever heard. Now he was starting to get really worried — he would have preferred  you to curse at  him, scream or even kick him rather than face your freezing silence, “Please, don’t be scared of me.” Something broke in his voice. Arthur wanted so hard to hug you but he didn’t want to scare you more, “I would never …”

“I know.” You cut him. Gently coming back to your senses, you looked at him and soon notice the gleam of fear that was glowing in his steel irises. A little sigh escaped from your still quivering lips,  “Tsss calm down, I wasn’t scared. I was just messing with you, fucker.” You mumbled, hoping he would believe it because, on the one hand, you did not want him to feel bad, and on the other hand you hated to display any sign of witness in front of someone. Especially a man. But unfortunately for you, Arthur was more than attentive to little details. And the way you had looked at him had betrayed your true emotions. Nevertheless, he did not want to hurt you more so he did not make any comment about it and just kept observing you to ensure you were feeling better, “Maybe you can do something to apologize like… I don’t know, giving me the fan?”

“Get fucked.” He straight off replied. As well as he wanted to make amend for the little fright he had just given you, giving up on the fan was out of question. Moreover, Arthur always tended to have a high body temperature, which rendered summer nights even more insufferable. 

“OH COME ON! Gimme the fan now!” You insisted.

“My ass yeah, you ain’t taking the fan out of me bedroom or I swear to God I’ll handcuff you to the radiator.” He threatened you, definitely breaking the brief moment of softness between the two of you. The fan was the house’s treasure and he wasn’t willing to let it go for the life of his.

“Fine, you’ve left me no choice.” You concluded. To be true you did not want to use this solution but you really had no other options left. Hereby,  you lay down on the bed and closed your eyes under Arthur’s confused gaze. Perplexed by such a weird move, he scratched his chin wondering what the hell you were doing.

“Eh?” He asked.

“I’ll sleep here then.” 

“What?!” Arthur almost choked at such unexpected news, “No yer not. Absolutely fookin no.” 

Confronted by the refusal, you raised your gaze toward him and bit your lower lip, crocodile tears suddenly filling your beautiful eyes like you had learned when cops sometimes caught you in the midst of a little mischief, “First you keep the fan. Then you hurt me. What did I do to deserve all of this? Do you really hate me that much, Arthur Shelby?” You lamented with the most heartbreaking pout he had ever seen in his entire life… And that was how guilt started to kick in. It was true he had scared you so, maybe, maybe, he could accept your request? Besides, he could not resist your puppy eyes.

“Fine! Just for tonight.” He said, defeated.

“YES!” You joyfully exclaimed in an almost frightening mood swing. You rolled on your other side to turn your back to him and closed your eyelids. All you heard was Arthur’s long sigh. At least you were shutting your mouth and he could go back to sleep without giving up on the fan.

Silence had fallen in the bedroom for a while when Arthur woke up soaked up in his sweat and almost suffocating from the heat. He sat on the mattress, slicking his hair back, and understood the reason why the room was suddenly so hot: you had moved the fan during his sleep in a way that all the fresh air blew in your direction. Rolling his eyes, he fixed the situation by moving it to his side, “Better,” He grunted. He lay back on the bed. The thing was that the soldier had barely closed his eyes when he heard you moving the fan again.

“Are you bloody serious?” The gravel in Arthur voice made you jump, for you did not expect him to be awake, “If you move that bloody fan one more time...” He left his sentence hanging for more dramatic effect.

“But you’ve got all the fresh air!” You exclaimed, your tone adorably hoarser with sleep.

“Sounds like your problem.”

“Arthur, the fan’s small. I can’t feel the fucking air because you take everything.”

Another loud sigh. At first, he wanted to retort something but he was definitely not in the mood to argue with you anymore. Plus, he knew you would not have it. If he wanted to have some peace, Arthur needed a find a good idea right now — And he did find one, “You’ll be the death of me... ” He simply said. You were about to ask him what he meant by that when, all of sudden, Arthur’s long arms wrapped around your body and pulled you against him in a way you could both enjoy the fan’s fresh air. 

Your beings snapped together and your blood immediately boiled in your veins as his hips crashed against your bum, perfectly hugging your shape. An uncontrollable and feverish exhale escaped from your mouth at the sudden sensations as if someone had just lit a fire in your core.  Your thoughts started to bump into each other in your skull — should you punch him or should you sink deeper in this sweet, oh-so-sweet, and comfortable embrace?  You stopped breathing, focusing on every little sensation.

His chest against your naked back.

His breath caressing your neck.

His legs entangled with yours…

In less than five seconds, your whole body relaxed as if you had always meant to be there. Maybe that was why you instinctively snuggled a bit more against the soldier, whose musky scents and powerful grip made you feel safe. For the first time in your life, you allowed yourself to believe you were shielded from everything… Because contrary to everyone else on this damn planet, you trust Arthur with all your soul. You finally closed your eyelids, soothed by the fresh air and by Arthur’s presence all around you.  Admittedly his skin was warm and you were both covered with a thin layer of sweat, but it was far from unpleasant. Quite the contrary, you low-key wished to stay in his arms forever and surprised yourself by thinking you wouldn’t be angry if he touched you a little more… But you’d rather die than confess it.

“And I don’t hate ye.”  He whispered.

“Yeah. I guess I don’t either… But I prolly will if you tell anyone I’m the little spoon.” 

He could not help but chuckle, “Alright, love.” The way he called you “love” made you feel fuzzy, “But yer definitely a cute little spoon.”

“Oh shut up, Arthur.”

No words were spoken after that because words weren’t needed anymore. Arthur buried his nose in your wild blue hair and enjoyed the peculiar fragrances of your sweet perfume, fragrances that were almost getting him high… It struck him all of a sudden: he did not feel the need to snort coke anymore tonight.

It did not take long for you to fall asleep, all comfy and safe in the soldier's arms. In truth, you had not been scared of Arthur but rather of the man you had seen instead of him when he had been pinning you to the bed:  Jack Nelson.

But if you slept well, it had not been Arthur’s case despite the fresh air of the fan and the comforting silence of his bedroom. And for once, it was not his PTSD nor the thought of Linda or his drug cravings that kept him awake: it was you. Only you. The sensations brought by your two bodies perfectly interlocking together drove him to the edge of madness, for far too many sensations stimulated him. The frictions caused by your slightest movement stirred surges of electricity through his core and made his blood boil in his veins. Also, what about that lovely face you had when you were sleeping? Arthur sighed in your neck, causing you to shiver in your sleep. He was well aware that tomorrow morning you’ll both start to fight again, insulting each other and fighting over trivial things, but in the meantime he just wanted you to wake up and, by an unexplained miracle, kiss him with passion, then pull him under the bedsheet for a more intimate way of knowing each other.  He swallowed the knot in his throat, trying to get the image of his hands exploring your gorgeous body out of his mind. Yeah, he just wanted you to love each other until the sun rose.  But you didn’t wake up and that was fine with him, for he was already glad to have you in his arms, all quiet and peaceful, despite the torture it was. 

Just one night, he told himself. He had to keep it together just for one night and then, you’ll be back on the sofa. 

Won't you?

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[missaengg]

Always

Characters: Liam Evans x MC (Kate) Tags: Angst, Liam's perspective Word Count: 502 Note: Currently working through Liam's route in Ikevil at the moment, and the whole time all I wanted to do was scream, "Who hurt you!?", and wrap him in my arms and squeeze him tight T.T

Liam Evans had only ever known pain. Shame. He lived life fearing his tomorrows. Until he met her, his Kate. But... old demons are hard to let go.

ao3 link here.

I awoke suddenly, breathless, sweat dripping and pooling beneath my back. The feeling lingered, a sense of pervasive, deep loneliness.

‘Not good enough…’

That damn voice. It whispered in my ear, its words twisting around my body and soul, sinking in with its barbed thorns. The voice always started off as my father, but in the end, it always morphed into one I recognized immediately – myself.

‘Pathetic…’

‘Worthless…’

‘Disgusting…’

‘A mistake…’

‘Just die already…’

I clamped my hands over my ears, head buried between my knees, ragged breaths heaving my chest against my thighs. But the voice didn’t stop. It never stopped.

Until I met her.

Kate.

The warm, glowing embers of a dying fire.

With her, I felt life might be worth living, that tomorrow was to be anticipated not feared. I only ever wanted to make her smile.

Perhaps that was why I had the curse of curiosity, an excuse to punish myself. Curiosity killed the cat! Too cowardly to die by my own hand, hoping one day my curse will lead me to my tragic end, my death, my escape from this hellish life.

Until I met her.

Tears began streaming down my cheeks, down my calves, to the bed, and I sobbed, wracking sobs shaking my shoulders, stealing the air from my lungs.

Why won’t the voice stop?

“Liam?” The bed creaked as the weight shifted. “Oh, Liam.”

Warm arms embraced me from the side. Kate nuzzled her nose into my neck.

I buried my face further into my knees, ashamed. I was pathetic, so pathetic. How could someone so kind and so strong love someone like me? And yet I knew that I would do anything for her, even if it meant meeting my untimely end early.

Soft lips pressed into the skin behind my ear. Her hand grabbed mine and lowered it from the side of my face.

“Liam, please look at me.” Her hand pressed against my cheek, her thumb wiping away my tears.

I didn’t want to show her this side of me, but I needed her, desperately. I was hopeless. 

I peeked my head up from between my knees. Kate peered into my eyes, concern flooding her gaze. She smoothed back the hair that had fallen into my face. I leaned into her touch. I needed her.

She leaned forward and brushed her lips against mine. She tasted so sweet. Then she hugged me, holding my head against her chest. I wrapped my arms around her tight like a child fearing that she may disappear if I let go.

Kate patted the back of my head soothingly until my tears stopped.

“Better?”

I nodded.

“I love you.” Tears welled in my eyes and threatened to spill again.

“I’m never leaving you.” I clenched my eyes shut and bit my lip.

“I’m forever yours, Liam Evans.” My arms tightened even further around her waist.

I was forever hers, Kate’s, my light, my warmth, my hope, my joy, my salvation.

Always and forever hers.

Always.

[jokertrap-ran]

[Gakuen K] Kusanagi Izumo Route: I don’t intend to let you go Translation (Good END)

*Translator’s note : MC’s name shall remain as my normal (水嶋ラン) *Gakuen K Masterlist / Gakuen K Mobile Masterlist *Spoiler FREE : Translations under cut !

Ran: What do you mean he’ll wither and die-

Totsuka: Ah, looks like you’re here after all!

Ran: Totsuka-senpai, Yata-kun!

Totsuka: Look! It’s my win this time~

Misaki: Tch… lighthouse…

Totsuka: Huh? Did you just say something, Yata? I couldn’t quite hear you~ Why the mention of a lighthouse?

Misaki: I-It doesn’t matter whether or not you heard me!

Totsuka: Hmm, you can’t do that to me. Haven’t you heard? Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back, and I’m so, sooo curious~ So, what about my nose?

Misaki: Ugh…

Totsuka: C’mon now, don’t be afraid to share with the class~

Yata: I-It’s hard to notice things that are under the lighthouse!!!

Totsuka: Yata… Mmhm, I know how you feel about that. *Chuckles*

Misaki: I-Is that pity I see in your eyes!?

Totsuka: Mmm, I expected as much. Hey, Yata, you may be a 3rd year now, but don’t ever change, okay?

Totsuka: By the way, the correct saying for that is “It’s hard to notice things that are right under your nose” not the “lighthouse”.

Izumo: You guys… Did you come here just to provide the venue with some comedic relief?  

Totsuka: I suppose you could say that.

Yata: No! That’s not what we’re here for!!!

Totsuka: Oh? We aren’t?

Misaki: Umm… I heard from Totsuka-san that…

Yata: You’re dating Ran? Is that true?

Izumo: Yeah.

Misaki: SERIOUSLY!?

Ran: Did you not know???

Misaki: Did I not know!? Hell if I did! I came here to double-check it with you guys! Since WHEN!? Yesterday!? The day before yesterday!?

Ran: Summer, actually…

Misaki: SUMMERTIDE!?

Totsuka: Wow, Yata, I didn’t know that you were a poet.

Misaki: Hehe. I like summer vacation where summerti- Ahh, no! That doesn’t matter!!!

Misaki: Why didn’t anyone say anything about you two being a couple…!?

Totsuka: I mean, you could tell just by looking at them.

Misaki: Just by looking at them?

Ran: …Do you… get it yet?

Misaki: Like hell I do! Can you read the air or something, Totsuka-san!? Like, you know, can you see people’s auras!?

Totsuka: *Sigh*...I suppose you’ll understand once you grow up a little more, Yata.

Misaki: Hey! Stop giving me that distant look!

Totsuka: I’m parched. Could I get a drink, Kusanagi-san? What about you, Yata?

Misaki: Sure… I’m good with a soda.

»» ━━━━━━━ ∘◦♔◦∘ ━━━━━━━ ««

Izumo: Phew. They finally left…

Ran: And the sun has long since set.

Izumo: Yup. Make sure to get back to your dorm before curfew today, okay?

Ran: Sure thing.

Izumo: To think that I actually got an honest reply out of you this time. Hey, don’t hold onto me like that.

Izumo: Let’s have a serious talk for a bit, hm? C’mere.

Ran: Okay.

»» ━━━━━━━ ∘◦♔◦∘ ━━━━━━━ ««

Ran: Uwah!?

Izumo: Man, that’s an uncouth noise comin’ from you. How ‘bout a squeal or something?

Ran: L-Let me down…

Izumo: Sure thing. But first… let us make a promise.

Ran: What promise?

Izumo: Promise me that you’ll take responsibility for makin’ me fall head over heels for you. Forever. 

Ran: Forever…?

Izumo: Yup. You know how it goes— in sickness and in health, until death do us part?

Izumo: I have absolutely no intention of lettin’ go of you, so I was thinkin’...perhaps make a reservation for the ring that’s s’posed to go onto your left hand’s ring finger?

Izumo: How about it? Are you willin’ to entrust your future to me?

Ran: Are you sure about wanting to spend your future with me?

Izumo: Of course. Only if it’s you. You’re the only one I’d go so far for.

Izumo: Stay with me… forever and always?

━━━ ∘◦ ♔END♔ ◦∘ ━━━

[all-of-my-yesterdays]

Wraith (Epic x Reaper Child)

Reaper can't date since everyone he touches dies and Epic can't die unless his eye is removed... And I immediately thought SHIP. Epic/Reaper Drabble below~

Epic had a complicated relationship with death. At first, he absolutely feared it. But dying time and time again, thanks to his eye, meant he developed an appreciation for it. The pain before dying was a familiar friend, comforting in a way he doubted he could rationally express to anyone. The fact Epic had found the brief moments of his death peaceful should have worried him. But it was the only true relief he had from the constant threat of monsters lurking in his mind. Besides, his constant near death experiences lead to him getting to know his star crossed crush. Considering the removal of his eye was impossible, Epic contemplated what he could do with this curse. He knew information regarding skeleton monsters was scarce in the multiverse, so why not contribute to the knowledge. If he couldn't die, then he might as well make use of his curse. As a scientist, his curiosity thrummed in excitement as he began to document how far he could push his body. Journals filled with notes regarding how much punishment a skeleton monster could take before expiring. His favourite experiments involved times were when he actually had the chance to speak with death for longer than a few moments. The first time he met with Reaper, was while he was attempting to perform a vivisection on himself. The relatively slow death gave Reaper enough time to properly appear. Reaper was less than impressed when he came to collect Epic's soul. The crazy bastard had the gall to give him a lazy smile, eyeing him up and while his hands were still covered in his own viscera. "Hey bruh, I'm Epic." The pair stared at each other. Reaper's brow ridge raising at the surreal nature of this greeting. "What, not gonna introduce yourself to your new bruh?" Epic said, taking his hand out of his magical guts to waggle a finger at the god. "I was sure it was a dead giveaway. You practically dying to meet me." Reaper retorted, summoning his scythe as a tired, cocky grin stretched over his face as he winked at Epic. "Ayeeeeeee, I see what you did there." "Unfortunately, it's just about time for you to go." Reaper commented, feeling Epic's soul twitched erratically. "Ya seem to be right about that bruh." Epic said, eyes fluttering closed. He looked peaceful just before his soul finally shattered. As Reaper was about to summon the remains of the dead soul to himself, while the body turned to dust, the soul quivered and immediately reformed. The new, unscathed soul returned back to the chest of its owner. The god's tether to this specific space and time waned as he watched Epic revive. Reaper shook his head at the strange encounter as he opened a portal to leave. He could tell curiosity killed the cat many times before and, it was going to kill the same cat again and again. Perhaps, when the next time Epic laid upon his death bed, Reaper would get the chance to speak further with the curious immortal again. Reaper belongs to Renrink Epic belongs to yugogeer012 Wraith belongs to me

[un1awful]

Anon ›› ›› 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚 [ OC Emoji Meme ♢ always accepting ]

✏️ PENCIL - is there a particular quote / lyric that you associate with them?

There's quite a few tbh, but i mostly chose to stick to song lyrics:

"In my line of work, curiosity might kill the cat, but it sure as hell won't kill me." ( my head lmao )

"I live life like I got a cheat code." ( doja cat )

"Been called a monster, called a demon, called a fake / I'm not an idol, not an angel, not a saint / I walk alone, I always have, I'm not ashamed / A living nightmare from the cradle to the grave." ( five finger death punch )

"Don't ever run up on me 'less you lookin' to die ." ( nicki minaj )

"Let them underestimate me; it only makes my job easier." ( my head )

"I'm on the wrong side of heaven and the righteous side of hell." ( five finger death punch )

"I walk a lonely road, the only one that I have ever known." ( green day )

"I've got the scars to prove that I don't need you." ( paramore )

"I'm a mess, that don't wanna be saved." ( imagine dragons )

"I love the way it feels to be a hater / Something so sweet about thinkin' that I'm better / Just to wake up every morning / Lay in bed and somehow never ever rise to the occasion or even hold up under pressure. / But we all know that it doesn't even matter if I waste away and no one thinks I'm clever. / Just as long I've got my ego and it tells me I'm superior / I could probably go a lifetime being barely mediocre/ I'd still convince myself every time that I'm better than you." ( infinity song )

🎵 MUSIC NOTE - what is their playlist like? their favorite artists? do you associate a particular song with them?

I feel like he keeps his playlist very light and fun to avoid getting in his feelings. He listens to a lot of songs with "bad bitch energy" that make him motivated to chase a bag lmao. When he's working out, he loves to listen to kpop. His favorite artists of that genre are: Jihyo (he loves loves her and would fangirl so hard if he ever met her), Enhypen, NewJeans, Stray Kids, and (G)I-DLE. Outside of kpop, he listens to Doja Cat often. He really loves Nicki Minaj and while he doesn't obsess over her he does have a picture of her in his wallet right next to Jihyo 😭 A lot of the songs I listed above are associated with him on a deeper level. But when it comes to Kurama, the confident P.I. who loves his money and doesn't give a fuck about rumors/haters and can be a bit of a goof —Doja Cat's Scarlet album represents him pretty well. Especially songs like: Shutcho, Paint the Town Red, Attention, Skull and Bones, Ouchies, WYM Freestyle, and 97.

💓 BEATING HEART - what gets their heart racing?

Surprisingly, there's quite a bit of things that get his heart racing. But it doesn't mean anyone could do it and get the same results. He has to have a crush on them. One specific example I can think of is someone doing something subtle that shows they wanna protect him or value his safety/emotional well-being but not in a way that makes him feel like the person doesn't think he's capable of taking care of himself. I hope that makes sense cuz I feel like I'm rambling 😭 its things like walking up next to him or a lil in front of him when a confrontation gets heated. It's putting their hand on his waist when he's anxious or having a tough time talking to someone. It's Kurama overhearing this person defending his honor and reputation. Things like that will make him go 😍 and get him acting submissive af when they're alone. But most of all it'll make his fondness for said person 10x stronger.

[italicized-oh]

okay so. here we go. apologies for whatever literary theory bullshit i get up to in here.

i want to spend some time thinking about porter and embodiment. and i'm gonna use the bit where he's getting pegged bc i have Taste.

he's maybe the most physical character i've ever written, and i don't just mean that he does physical things, like. his perception of the whole world is filtered through his body and his understanding of it. metaphors - unless they're to physical objects he can touch - don't work. descriptions don't work. the only thing he can trust, the only way he can orient himself in the world around him is through the anchor of his body.

side note: getting into porter's head is extra hard for me bc this is the exact opposite of the way i (and, i think, jace in hello operator) see the world. it's a fight for me to get out of my head and into my body. for porter it's easy as breathing. literally.

there's a bit in ch 12 that i wrote for comic relief that i think speaks well to this

“Why do you have a fuckin’ magic– cock, or something, Zara, goddamnit.” He gestures down to where he’s been occasionally grinding his (flesh and blood, thank you very much) still-hard cock into Jace’s hole. “If you want me to fuck you I will, but don’t blame me if sleeping beauty here starts bitching when he wakes up empty.”

like. hilarious that porter's masculinity is threatened by the strap and he doesn't get it immediately. sure.

but also, the (flesh and blood, thank you very much) aside is so so crucial for me here. bc it's not really his masculinity - or at least, not his idea of masculinity that's threatened. it's his idea of what his body is good for, how it works, how he relates to other people, and how it conveys meaning - all those things are threatened. the joke is located in the strap (what a sentence lmfao) but it reflects a very real part of porter's psyche in hello operator.

and and AND! porter in hello operator knows at least subconsciously that when he's with jace and zara, they're very much not operating solely in the realm of (ha) flesh and blood. gonna paste a longer bit here also from ch 12

Porter sighs. First Jace, then Mary Ann, now Zara. How is everyone always so many fucking steps ahead of him?  “Fine.” He rolls his eyes. “Was it so hard to come out and just fuckin’ tell me? If you wanted word games you shouldn’tve done whatever hocus-pocus shit you did to Stardi– Jace just now.”  (No, Porter does not notice Jace’s mouth drop open or his eyes go wide. Fuck off.) Fucking Zara flutters her eyelashes at him. “Ah, but you are so cute when you are confused. I cannot help myself.” She grabs his bicep and digs her nails in, moving him where she wants him.  Porter goes, grumbling. It’s not like he couldn’t stop her if he wanted, and he’s grown enough to admit he’s a bit curious. And he’s about to be a god who can’t die, so he doesn’t even have to bother with curiosity killing him or his dog or whatever. Jace scoots to sit against the headboard, shedding the rest of his torn robes, and fucking preens like the cat that got the canary. “Oh, sweetheart, you’re gonna love this.” (Porter feels his heart do the start-stop it always fucking does when Jace says words like luck and love.) Jace’s eyes are bright, sparkling even without the tears or his fuckin’ electric magic; he looks genuinely delighted. Porter is abruptly furious. So fuckin’ Zara thinks she can make Jace look like that, huh? Like she can just have his adoration whenever she fuckin’ wants without having to fucking fight Jace all the way down, teeth ripping nails clawing? Yeah, right. He’ll fuckin’ show her.  Jace wants him to love it? Then Porter’s gonna give him the best damn show he’s ever fucking seen. None of this Zara-holding-Jace’s-attention shit. He’s done, he played nice, now he gets to make his fucking– Jace, his, see stars. It takes almost no effort at all for Porter to lower himself down onto the bed, belly first, and prop himself up on his elbows to look at Jace, whose eyes are fucking dancing or some other poetic shit now. Porter pulls himself forward to press a kiss to Jace’s knee in an imitation of gentleness–  (That’s as close as he can get. Imitation. But when he’s a god, he’ll be able to do the real thing. He knows it. He’s gonna fucking do it.) – then finds a wider stance and plants his feet on the ground, tilting his hips back toward Zara and turning to look at her over his shoulder.

like. you'd think he'd be focused on taking zara's cock in his ass, right? but he's actually so so obsessed with proving that his body is useful and worthy of attention and real when he's surrounded by jace and zara. like it's partly a martial vs caster thing, i think. but it's also tied to how porter understands himself, his family, his work, etc etc.

the "it takes almost no effort at all" is so so important to me here. bc like. yeah. once porter figures out (or thinks he figures out) that what's needed is for him to use his body to hold jace's attention, then he's immediately back in his comfort zone. and we continue w the sex, etc etc

⭐️ h for hello operator woohoo!

ack I need to get my shit together to properly answer this goddamn. one sec

[differentcowboypanda]

Obi-wan: And here we see Anakin and Ahsoka in their natural habitat. Texting eachother variations of the word "garlic bread" to try to make eachother laugh. Anakin: Gaelic bread. Ahsoka: Grueling brad. Anakin: Ha ha, glamorous beans.

Ahsoka: I really like Eminem. Anakin: I prefer skittles. Obi-wan: They are talking about the rapper. Anakin: Why would they eat the wrapper?

Anakin: Adulting is hard. Anakin: How do I quit? Obi-wan: Time travel. Ahsoka: Die.

Anakin: I’m not a doctor I’m a medic. Ahsoka: What’s the difference then? Anakin: Well doctors actually save lives, medics just make you feel more comfortable as you die. Obi-wan: Note to self; never get shot.

Obi-wan: So what’s the plan? Ahsoka: I don’t know. You’re smart, *points at Anakin* they’re mean, come up with something.

Obi-wan: How did you even get in here? Ahsoka: Anakin's window! Or, as I like to call it, "Ahsoka's door"! Anakin: I’m closing the window.

Obi-wan: Why were you up yesterday until 3am? Anakin: How did you know I was up until 3am? Ahsoka: We could hear you clapping to the FRIENDS intro every 25 minutes.

Ahsoka: What are you two arguing about this time? Obi-wan: They’re always using common phrases incorrectly! Anakin: Cry me a table, Obi-wan.

Obi-wan: Ahsoka, gather the others. We need to have another Anakin-is-doing-something-stupid-again-and-we-have-to-stop-them-before-they-hurt-someone convention.

Ahsoka: Obi-wan won’t come out of their room! Anakin: Just tell them I said something. Ahsoka: Like what? Anakin: Anything factually incorrect. Ahsoka, shrugging: If you say so. Obi-wan, arriving moments later: Did you just say the sun is a PLANET?

Obi-wan: I'm not doing to well. Ahsoka: What's wrong? Obi-wan: I have this headache that comes and goes. *Anakin enters the room* Obi-wan: There it is again.

Ahsoka: Hey, did you know as a kid I accidentally ate paper? Obi-wan: I feel like we've all done that at least once. Anakin: I ate it too- Obi-wan: See? Anakin:: -On purpose... Ahsoka & Obi-wan: ...What?

Obi-wan: I have a bad feeling about this... Anakin: What do you mean? Obi-wan: Don't you ever get that little voice in your head that tells you if you're going to get into trouble? Anakin: No? Ahsoka: That actually explains so much.

Obi-wan: You have to apologize to Anakin! Ahsoka: Fine! Ahsoka: Unf*** you, or whatever!

Ahsoka: Anakin has no survival skills, their need to win has replaced them. Obi-wan: That can't be true! Ahsoka: Watch this. Ahsoka: Hey Anakin, race you to the bottom of the stairs! Anakin: *Throws themself out a window*

Obi-wan, to Ahsoka: If you see Anakin, give them this message *makes a neutral face* Obi-wan: They'll know what it means. *later* Ahsoka: oh, and Obi-wan said to give you a message. Ahsoka: *makes a neutral face* Anakin: Oh no. The neutral face of disappointment.

Obi-wan: Yesterday, I overheard Ahsoka saying “Are you sure this is a good idea?” and Anakin replying “Trust me,” and I have never moved from one room to another so quickly in my life.

Obi-wan: Remember! Curiosity killed the cat! Anakin: Yes, but you forget that satisfaction brought it back. So yes, Ahsoka, go find out if that thing can catch fire! Obi-wan: You're a bad influence. Anakin: And you don't know your sayings.

Obi-wan to Ahsoka: First rule of battle, little one... don’t ever let them know where you are. Anakin, shooting out of frame: WHOO-HOO! I’M RIGHT HERE! I’M RIGHT HERE! YOU WANT SOME O’ ME?! YEAH YOU DO! COME ON! COME ON! AAAAAH! Whoo-hoo! Obi-wan: Of course, there’re other schools of thought.

Obi-wan: I’m telling you, my team is competent. Ahsoka, rushing in: Obi-wan! Anakin tried to make pasta in the coffee pot and now it's broken!

Obi-wan: Five little monkeys jumping on the bed. One fell off and… Ahsoka: Was diagnosed with mesothelioma. Obi-wan: Mamma called the doctor and the doctor said… Anakin: You might be entitled to financial compensation if he or a loved one dies.

Anakin: I hate Obi-wan. Ahsoka: "Hate' is a strong word. Anakin: I have strong opinions.

Anakin: Uh, I think I got your lunch. *Holds up a note that reads: ‘I am very proud of you. Love, Obi-wan’* Ahsoka: Oh yeah. I didn’t think this was for me. *Holds up a note that reads: ‘Be good. For the love of God, Please be good.’*

Obi-wan: Where's Ahsoka? Anakin: Up on the roof. Obi-wan: THE ROOF?! Anakin: Relax. They have sunscreen on.

Ahsoka: Obi-wan, I’m afraid. Obi-wan: Just stay close to Anakin. Ahsoka: That's why I’m afraid.

Ahsoka: Obi-wan, I know you love Anakin. I mean, we all do, they’re a very nice person and I respect them immensely. Ahsoka: But I think they might be a f***ing idiot.

Ahsoka: So what, now I’m just supposed to do everything that Obi-wan does? What if they jump off a cliff? Anakin: If Obi-wan were to jump off a cliff, they would have done their due diligence regarding the height of the cliff, the depth of the water, and the angle of entry. So yes, if you see Obi-wan jump off a cliff, by all means, jump off a cliff. Ahsoka: You jump off a cliff. Anakin: Gladly, provided Obi-wan did first.

Ahsoka: Are they stupid? Obi-wan: Yes, but they prefer to be called Anakin.

Ahsoka: Bet you can’t eat 15 crayons! Anakin: Bet you I can! Obi-wan: *sips coffee, checks to make sure 911 is still on speed dial, and goes back to reading the paper*

Ahsoka: We've got to find a way to cut down our expenses. What can we live without? Obi-wan: Anakin, probably.

Obi-wan: What do you have? Ahsoka: A KNIFE! Obi-wan: NO!

Anakin: 1. Grow up and have children. Anakin: 2. Hide babies all around the house. Anakin: 3. When my kid asks "Where do babies come from?" Respond with "Where DON'T babies come from?" and pull one out of a cabinet. Obi-wan: Example number 24876 of why Anakin shouldn't have children.

Obi-wan: Can you please not Anakin this into a situation worse than it already is? Anakin: Hold up. Did you just use my name as a verb?

Anakin: You have got to love knitting needles! I can make a scarf, I can make a hat, I can stab someone's eyes out, I can make mittens! Ahsoka: Excuse me, what was that middle part? Anakin: I can make a hat.

Anakin: Go big or go home! Obi-wan: Please, for once in your life just go home. I'm begging you. Go. Home. Anakin: I'm going big!

[crystalaris]

Moon knight Fan Fic Idea (3 is a Magic Number)

OC gets reincarnated as a cat

AN : this is basically the outline for idea that I wrote yesterday (finished too late to post) so there’s going to be lots of bad spelling and horrible grammar, so far warning

Also : if you want to use this as inspiration Please, Please, Please tell me. I’m very happy if someone wants to write it, I’m pretty sure my writing won’t do it Justice. All I ask it that you let me know, mostly cause I want to read it too and I’d be happy to bounce off ideas

This can be looked at as platonic or possible romance

P.P.S : I’ve seen other fan fics on tumbler that have requests, if you are interested in things happening or ideas I’d love to know. Especially family scenes in the beginning. My cats each have had there own quirk, it might liven things up to add more. No question or idea is stupid (annoying? Maybe but that’s retail) a simple thought or word may spark something completely random and awesome

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OC wakes up as a cat in London

OC meets steven and goes to his home, meets Gus (one tap)

OC meets Konsu as he insults steven, it clicks where she's at and Konsu calls her young one (she's near a god, like a god in the making cause she was claimed by her grey cat in her last life and accepted by calling her and considering her as her mom)

OC meets Marc (two taps) while at stevens

OC meets Jake (three taps)

Befriends all three, fluff times to show

Spends time with Konsu too gets him to lighten up on the boys guilt tripping wise, Marc doesn't want to do something, Jake gets more jobs and body/ cat time

OC can tell boys apart by emotional smells

Each tap is a person, OC tries to leave hints for the future, like the taps, the three mugs each their own, but yhe messages are very subtle cause she's keeping the secret to, but she wants clues in the boys memories for when they 'die', she wants to change things but fears what to change, but she wants steven and Marc to get along. Marc is stubborn and won't ever tell Steven if he can help it... actually he'd never tell he'd take it to his grave. And Steven fears Marc since he's killed and stuff, he needs the whole story to start fresh with Marc so they can be together. To be fair she's only ever seen the last two episodes but read fan fiction semi filling in the blanks.

Interlude: OC goes to London sanctum and uses it to steal 2 sling rings and travel to the NY sanctum. Sets up a stage that has messages 'remember' and (something about dr strange to get his attention like thanking him for his times with Domonau to get his attention and curiosity sparked) he won't see those notes till after she demonstrates using the sling ring to cut off a light purple plums head as she stares at Strange be fore using her new sling ring to travel back home. Sending strange and wu into s frenzy (later strange will remember with the 1st battle with Thanoes stopping the snap especially since he does it again but to the stones and transports them forcefully away and the battle continues)

Interlude 2 later chs though: strange meets steven and the cat after he Amit and snap trouble and OC he's a 'mental' voice she can use now and explains also mentioning to this steven about the 'sinister' strange while addressing 'sinister' at the same time he could look for fan girls or a Christine that was like him since she knew a lot of fan fic writers wrote sinister a happy end he just needed to find those y/n or Christine AUs that left them alone and ask/ offer those a place or to be with him, just don't go too Yandere

OC travels with Marc to Caro (hides in his bag and 'disappears' from the x rays to travel with him.... It's not pleasant (toy story 2) it's her 1st bout of godly magic. She follows Marc and Konsu (he might have to magically allow her entrance [OC tells Konsu that he should get the ohpther gods in his debut with a bet and they'll owe him a lot of favors, word it so Amit shows up, they all owe him, but with no time limit and to do it before summoning Horrow] ) to the gods temple (she scouts around and familiarizes herself so she can free Konsu from stone later. Meets Besset who welcomes and explains how she got here to this dimension, basically 'adopted' / inagerated (added) Into the 'besset cat god' family and kind of special like Neko Yoki in Japan and she's young so she's got a 9 life special

OC asks for a one time entrance into the temple after this and not to take the bet Konsu issued since will come and horrow will spin a good tale. Besset chuckles and agrees with a purr and says welcome to the family, I'm glad she chose you and you accepted. OC also tells Besset to make sure their avatar is not in or near the temple since Horrow and crew will storm the fortress and kill the avatars trying to free Amit

Layla is in the picture and is shocked the cat is there

OC can fight as a cat, more like support, she distracts scratches and bites, can't really kill (has to pick and choose battles)

Follow canon with dialogues etc

Marc gets shot, so head space. Not sure if OC can drag out Marc of the water

Walk down memory lane for those two, some of stevens memories include the # taps and they don't get it, but they are like she's really cute and I'm glad you had her, yeah she made being alone bearable, etc still the three mug thing was weird though, that was probably Konsu's, he's lightened up too which was weird though birds hated cats

OC calls the teleporte (doesn't realize she did it herself) frees Konsu tells him in at the Very end Harrow needs to live, Konsu gets upset but OC explains. "Listen!" (Readers won't know until later: OC needs horrow alive to kill All of admits followers Through them Before he dies, though the pain of the goddesses believers vanishing through her own powers [and not her mouth] is a shock and would slowly kill them painfully and by not telling Marc/ Steven to not finish her off will prove he's not like Amit/ Horrow in a small way

Still in memory lane after Marc's memories and the weighing of hearts still not balanced fight breaks out

OC feels a shift, a dread. Desperately wishing to be with her boys. Ends up in the mind room with the shaking coffin. She tries to get him out ends up sifting part human part cat and gets him out, meet greet, name oh hi, hi and then a few shouts down the way both turn and OC goes, "shit. Jake you can hit/ kill me later." They run and he connects the dots and gets a dark look, but nods and continues

Fight ensues, weigh the 3rd heart, scales balance. Laugh quick introductions. OC is watching and a song plays in her mind (three is a magic number) not realizing the boys are hearing it too since their minds are being shared right now. Though they ignore it to deal with her. Marc is highly cautious and doesn't let her leave his sight, Steven is gaping and Jake walks up to her and punches her Heavily twice, drawing contemplation from Marc and a shout of 'oi!" From Steven.

OC is like relax steven, I deserve this. And Jake is like Hell yeah you do! You fucking knew! -swears in Spanish- then tugs her up and kisses her to thank her for getting him out of that coffin

Marc: you knew and it's a statement that draws silence from Steven who's watching shell shocked

OC: yeah really don't have time Marc! Horrow, Amit? Ring a bell.

Marc: explain

OC: fuck fuck fuck! Just wanted the two of you -points to Marc and Steven- to get along!

Marc scoffs

OC: not like you'd tell anyone about your past Marc glares harshly (if looks could kill ...)

Steven: she's got a point mate Marc glares at Steven (softer, more offended than hateful) Jakes just watching and observing

OC: and Steven, you're more on the sciencey side,you needed to 'see' to believe. This time everyone's face were blank while staring at her, sighing heavily while her hand pulled her face down,  look if it helps Konsu has no idea how I know, though he did call me 'young one'

Tawebet: -squeals loudly- oh my gosh! A young one how many millennia has it been?! Oh we need to celebrate! Oh this is precious! Oh my, you're one of besets newest kittens arn't you!? She coos

OC: -blushes harshly- Tebby no the time! -turns to the boys- we gotta get back I already got konshu out, so your body should heal nicely

Marc: not until

OC: look we don't have time for this! I swear on my godly title you going or what ever -Tawebet gasps in horror- that I'll tell you, All of you -she pointedly looks to all three of her boys- hell I'll even through Ol' Grandpa Caw Caw in there two, but let's go!

The three choke while Jake and Marc look at eachother and silently agree to call Konsu that

Steven: caw caw!?! You all him Caw Caw!???!

Before all three of them are pushed out.

Tawebet on OC talk a bit, the OC god portals her way out

Layla gets to be Tawebet temp avatar to fight and seal Amit. (Besset avatar on a mother mission elsewhere, maybe helping Tony stark 3rd movie since OC likes Tony and knows he goes through hell and would need comfort and Besset is a mother so comfort a child future friend? Sure maybe the avatar and Tony get together by accident, since they both go through a lot and avatar would feel better giving comfort and accepts Tony for Tony and doesn't nag him for company stuff or army stuff (sorry people and roads you Were good friends but Tony isn't your top priority, which he needs) and hey maybe if someone was by his side it'd prevent the Ultron fiasco )

So big fight against Horrow and crew, OC fights kitty style again, but ends up more protecting the citizens and kids. Crew laughs and goes oh what's a kitty kitty gonna do? And OC protecting 5 yr old is like Roar! Me! And gets shocked she roared before throwing that thought out, turned out kitty became Tiger/ lion and attacked shocking many only for OC to spit out the human and speak in English, Ugh! Blae blae humans nasty!! That fucker was a smoker! -some guy down the way is quickly scribbling notes that Tiger/ lions hate eating human smokers and it's now a repellent.- Jake would be laughing but he's concentrating on the fight, his lips twitch though and will tease the hell out of her for it later

Amit gets sealed, Marc and Steven are near shocked konshu doesn't demand Amit and Horrows death, Jake just glances at OC who winks and mouths later (godlings can see the reflections now so shut up)

Stuff happens, safe now so OC explains this is her second life and mentions this 'au' is a fantasy world be movie or book she doesn't know but that's how she knew, goes into this big teasing every body since every body has fans Marc, Steven, Jake, Layla ,konshu laughs at their expressions only to be told he's got plenty too, she's pretty sure Caw Caw has smut too, which shuts him up

Life goes on, reader decides if OC love is platonic or romantic

*Bonus scenes*

OC meets Tony stark with bessets avatar

OC chews out Thor in front of the avengers for not noticing something was wrong with Loki when he attacked Earth,(oh come ON DUFUS he LITERALLY has it IN. His. Fucking. Name Lo. Ki. Low-Key! InEnglish, Subtle dick for brains! If Loki Raelly wanted to take over he'd be Low-fucking-Key about it and the humans would have worshiped him for it cause they would have thought it was their idea from the fucking start!

OC scares Nick Fury as a cat, Tony gets it on camera, best birthday ever!

[thatonesongyouretryingtoremember]

Incorrect quotes with the boys! (P9/?)

Using a new generator this time!

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Mikhail : I find it very unseemly of Will to start dating again. Isn't the customary period of mourning 10 years?

Micheal: Die. Let's find out.

6/10 noo! Willhail breakup!?

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Micheal: So... what’s goin’ on?

Will: You want the long version or the short version?

Micheal, hesitantly: The short one, I guess?

Will: Shit’s fucked.

Micheal: Oh. Well, yeah, that’s definitely not an optimal situation.

10/10 v accurate key Will say fuck

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Micheal: Hey, no, you stay out of this, this is between me and Will!

Mikhail : So Will knows about this?

Micheal, walking away: No, this is between me and me!

10/10 byler: Russian therapist friend edition

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Micheal: Just think about this! I’m your hottest friend.

Micheal: No, that’s Mikhail … I’m your nicest friend.

Micheal: No, Will... I’m your friend!

10/10 I think it would be better if we were a team. Friends. Best friends.

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Micheal: Make no mistake. Not only am I party rocking, but I am also in the house tonight.

Mikhail : But are you shuffling?

Micheal: Everyday.

Will: What language are you two speaking??

5/10 not impressed.

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Mikhail : I'm not doing to well.

Will: What's wrong?

Mikhail : I have this headache that comes and goes.

*Micheal enters the room*

Mikhail : There it is again.

10/10, obv

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Mikhail : *finds a note* Hmm, whats this?

Micheal: Hey, that's mine! *tries to grab it*

Mikhail : Aww, it's a love note for Will?

Micheal: No-

Mikhail : *opens it*

Mikhail :

Micheal:

Mikhail : I can't read this.

8/10 sorry, letter truthers😞

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Micheal: Remember! Curiosity killed the cat!

Mikhail : Yes, but you forget that satisfaction brought it back. So yes, Will, go find out if that thing can catch fire!

Micheal: You're a bad influence.

Mikhail : And you don't know your sayings.

5/10.

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Will: Guys where did Mikhail go?

Micheal: They got arrested.

Will: How the hell-

Mikhail : *bursts in through the window* The cops are after me, I thought it would be fun to steal crackers and throw them at people.

7/10 Hopper is Mishaphobic

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Will: When Micheal was born, the gods said, "They're too perfect for this world."

Mikhail : Please. When they were born, the devil said, "Oh, competition."

9/10 yess

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Will: Hey, Micheal, are you free on Friday? Like around eight?

Micheal: Yeah.

Will: And you, Mikhail ?

Mikhail : Umm... yes?

Will: Great! Because I'm not. You two go out without me. Enjoy your date!

Mikhail : Did they just-

2/10 why is there always one mikehail one🤮

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Micheal: Mikhail has never seen Star Wars? Will, the only people in the universe who haven’t seen Star Wars are the characters in Star Wars and that’s cause they lived them, Will! That’s cause they lived the Star Wars!

8/10 hyperfixation accuracy

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Micheal: What are you guys doing?

Mikhail : Like in life in general or-

Will: Not much. Why, what's up?

Micheal: I dunno, I’m bored playing AC.

Will: Assassins Creed?

Micheal: Animals Creed.

Mikhail : Assassins Crossing.

6/10 why

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Will: Micheal, what do you have?

Micheal: A KNIFE!

Will: Okay, have fu-

Mikhail : NO!

9/10 I mean we've seen him punch himself💀

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BYYEEE!!

[tayunji]

you made me love you. (masterlist)

in which it’s too fun and too easy to make them fall for you, too fun to watch them fall over themselves for an ounce of reciprocation. annoyance is a given when they try to break free of your hold, but it’s fun nonetheless, seeing their desperation, knowing they won’t be getting what they asked for.

or, alternatively : a series of short nct 127 oneshots, in which the reader reader is a manipulator, forcing the boys to fall in love with them, only to toy and play with them once they’re successfully in too deep.

note :- the following oneshots describe toxic relationships, mentions of ED, self-neglect, obsession, the boys being forced to love the reader, slight mentions of abuse.

lee taeyong.

in which he’s desperate, desperate for you to listen, to stay. he wants you to keep his promise, even though he knows it’s a false one.

moon taeil.

in which he doesn’t know, he wants answers and he wants you to give them. you’re the only one who can answer him, it’s unfortunate that you had no plans on doing that.

seo youngho (suh johnny).

in which he knows this isn’t right, but his heart and mind are conflicted, he doesn’t know what to die ur himself. all he can do is reminisce, try to remember and in the process, question everything he ever knew about you, much to your amusement.

nakamoto yuta.

in which he’s too far gone, in too deep. all he wants is you, your love and your affection, no matter how many times you shut him down, strike him or worse. all he wants is you, nothing else matters, not even your own actions against him.

kim dongyoung (kim doyoung).

in which he wants to get away before it’s too late, but his curiosity overpowers him, he wants answers. curiosity killed the cat, and it didn’t take him long to realise that his thirst for answers led him right into your trap. that now, no matter how much he struggles, his future is poisoned, with no antidote, with no way out.

jung yun-o (jung jaehyun)

in which he only wants your love, your affection, your words. he knows how you’re a double edged sword, neither your love is right nor your hatred. he can’t bring himself to care, he’s incapable of it. all he wants is your kiss, even if it doesn’t last long.

kim jungwoo

in which he knows what’s happening, he knows what’s coming and he can’t do anything to stop it. he tried to confront you one last time, while he still can, he tells you what he really feels towards you, who forced him to lose himself, just for your own game. he’s full of surprises, just a shame that he’s going to be falling any day now.

lee minhyung (lee mark)

in which his entire revolves around you, nobody else exists except you. you made him do it, all the sacrifices and the people he let go of. the light in his eyes dimming day by day as all his loved ones lose value, the only one that exists is you.

lee donghyuck (lee haechan)

in which he’s infuriating, angering you at every turn and getting you worked up, just for the sake of spiting you. he’s interesting, he’s fun, he makes you regret what you did, makes you dread the day his confidence and his fire disappears.

[shyficwriter]

Temporary Home: Chapter 9

Guardians of the Galaxy fanfic | Reader x Guardians (With Yondu and Kraglin!)

Summary: Yondu finally confronts Reader about the late night escapes, and invites himself to tag along, to Reader's dismay.

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Author’s Note: Just Reader and Yondu this chapter.

Word Count: 3,953

You jumped right out of your skin but somehow managed not to cry out, whipping around to see Yondu's silhouette standing in the doorway to the kitchen. It was a bit of a terrifying sight if you were to be honest. You'd hate to see it in a dark alley.

"What the fuck!" you whisper-yelled. "Don't do that! You trying to give me a heart attack!?"

"Don't change the subject. Where ya sneakin' off to?" Yondu had intended to use the voice he used when trying to intimidate an opponent, the one he uses when trying to get the message across that he's not going to take any shit, so ya better just cough up what he wants to know. However, it came out sounding a bit more like the tone he used to scold Peter with when he'd get caught sneaking girls on the ship after curfew.

You did your best to look unfazed and close the door. "First off, it's my house. I'm not sneaking, I'm just going. And what are you doing sneaking up on me?"

You were trying to turn the tables on him, but he wasn't going to bite. "It's the middle of the night and yer being awful quiet about it, ya really try'na tell me that's not sneakin'?"

"Yes." You tried to keep your tone even, but it was hard not to sound annoyed. "It'd be rude to wake up the others."

"Uh huh. Well if yer not sneakin' then why not turn on a light?"

"Don't need it. Lived here all my life. Know the place just as well in the dark."

"Right..." Yondu eyed you, sure that you'd come up with an excuse for anything else he'd throw at you. Might as well just cut to the chase. "Where ya going?"

"Out," you reply, "For a walk."

"You're going for a walk, in the middle of the night?" He could hear it more now, he sounded like he was getting ready to threaten to ground you. Not exactly the tone he was going for. He blamed it on the lack of sleep. Brain must be instinctually reverting to "Yell at Quill" mode. Stars knew he did it enough when Quill was a boy that it became second nature.

"Yes." You cross your arms over your chest, only to realize it made you look like an argumentative teen. Oh well, too late now. You kept them crossed.

"So, you suddenly just up and decided, in the middle of the night, that ya'd fancy a walk, in the dark, in the forest?"

"Yes." you reply again, realizing a second too late that he shouldn't have known where you were headed. "No- Wait I-"

Yondu chuckled. "Save it. I see everything... And I've been mighty curious to know what you've been sneaking off to do at night."

You stare at each other in the dark for some time before you break the silence. "I have the sneaking suspicion that you intend to follow me."

"You'd win that bet." Yondu said with a grin that you could barely see in the dim light.

You roll your eyes. "You'll get bored. Better off to just go back to bed."

"After you." Yondu gestured towards the hall from the doorway. You could hear a smirk in his voice.

You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose. "I'm not leaving alone, am I?"

"Nope."

You really wanted to leave, and obviously you would prefer to do it alone, but if bringing a suspicious passenger was the only way you could do so, and likely the only way to prevent this happening again, you'd suppose once wouldn't kill you. In fact, denying could potentially only make his suspicions worse, and you didn't feel like possibly being reported to Fury over nothing if he got the wrong idea. You had been on enough jobs to know how quick a misunderstanding could go south. "Ugh. Fine. But you know curiosity killed the cat." Still, it wouldn't hurt to try and convince him to stay behind.

"Ain't a cat. Not even sure what a cat is." Yondu chuckled, fully aware that he was being irritating. He might not have exactly known what the Terran idiom meant, but he still knew it was just an idiom. Enough experience with Quill had taught him that Terrans say strange things.

You look up to the ceiling "Just hurry up."

Yondu disappeared in the hall to pull on his boots and returned a moment later pulling on his duster jacket. You had to admit his silhouette was actually even scarier with the addition of the jacket, but you didn't let it show.

You wordlessly motion him out the door and shut it behind the two of you. The walk across the yard to the tree line was awkwardly silent until about a couple meters away.

"So what ya keep coming out here for anyway?"

You answered with a question of your own. "You been spying on me?"

"Not exactly. Just happened to notice ya out the window a few times, and thought it was odd that you'd be sneaking out of yer own house."

The two of you broke the tree line, finally walking amongst the trees. "I told you I wasn't sneaking."

"Sure, sure," Yondu chuckled. "Ya didn't answer my question, girlie. What's out in this-here forest that keeps ya coming out here at night?" He kept pace with you as best he could. Your steps were sure, the ground was littered with rocks and sticks, but your gait never faltered. You clearly knew these woods well, and it was evident you knew just where you were going. You hadn't even bothered to use a light. Yondu would almost think you had night vision if he didn't already know better that Terrans didn't.

"Nothing. I just come out to enjoy the scenery. Relax a bit," you finally answer.

"Ya know, yer almost a good liar." Yondu chuckled.

"I beg your pardon!" you say, offense fully clear in your voice.

"What? Take it as a compliment," Yondu laughed, unfazed by your outburst. "But yer gonna have to do better than that to pull something over on me. I can spot a lie lightyears away." Ok so he might have been exaggerating, but you didn't need to know that. "And that there, that wasn't the truth."

You scoff. "What do you know? You don't know anything about me and you're really going to stand there and act like you do?" The nerve of him. You should have just pretended to go back to bed and then came back out later, or better yet, oiled the hinge on your bedroom door the other day when you noticed it starting to squeak. Probably what alerted Yondu to leaving.

"I know more than you think." Yondu countered, nearly tripping on a large branch.

"You don't know anything about me." You repeat. You started walking faster out of spite.

A smirk fell over his face. If you wanted to be difficult, fine. He could just have fun teasing you until you loosened up, and he had a feeling he knew just what might push your buttons.

"I know yer ticklish." He grinned, seeing how you visibly tensed.

You run a hand down your face. "You guys aren't going to let that die, are you?"

"Nope," Yondu chuckled, "it's too funny."

"It's not," you say, glad the dark was hiding the blush you could feel on your cheeks.

"I think it is," Yondu disagreed, reaching out to poke you and chuckling when you jumped and flinched each time his finger connected with your side. He grinned, mentally drawing up the theory that you didn't like to show weakness.

You swat at his hand and tell him to quit.

He laughs, but thankfully obeys, saying, "Aw, cheer up now. It ain't that embarrassin'... though I do wonder now why that Fury guy would keep an agent around that seems mighty vulnerable to torture..." He was teasing, of course. Just trying to get a rise out of you. It worked.

You throw him a look of daggers and he holds up his hands in a relenting gesture. "Don't worry, secret's safe with me, girlie," he teased, continuing to grin before nearly tripping again. He sighed, beginning to search his pockets for a light. There was no sense tripping around out here in the dark. You may apparently know this forest floor like the back of your hand, but he didn't, and he most certainly didn't feel like rolling an ankle.

He spoke up again. "I also know yer hiding something."

You freeze for just a moment and then turn to him. "No. Nice try."

He closed the meter wide distance between you. "Ya can deny all ya want, sweetheart, but I can still tell."

"Whatever." You turn and start walking again, this time at a regular pace.

"Don't give me that," Yondu said, finally finding a light in one of his inner pockets. He flipped it on and you instantly covered your eyes, which had been adjusted to the dark and very much didn't like the sudden intrusion of the bright light.

"Agh- Turn that off!" you scold.

"What for?" Yondu asked, he had also suffered slightly from the sudden brightness, but at least he could see where he was walking now.

"Well, besides the fact that you just blinded me- you'll attract bugs."

"Ah right. Yer scared of creepy-crawlies. My mistake." Yondu laughed, making a show of shutting the light off. "Wouldn't want ya to be all scared stiff like ya were earlier."

You glare at him best you could with your eyes trying to adjust back to the dark. "I'm not scared of bugs. I just don't feel like getting bitten up by a bunch of midges. The bites itch like hell."

"I dunno... ya looked pretty scared of whatever that bug was in the kitchen today." Yondu teased, but he did make a mental note that midges sounded quite unpleasant.

"That was a spider," you say, then muttering, "...and that's different."

Yondu hummed. "Seems a lil' funny that you'd put a giant one in my boy's bed then, seein' as yer so scared of 'em yerself."

You stumble over your words for a bit, before admitting that you hid the fake spider before the incident with the real one happened, adding, "-and I wasn't scared of it!"

"Sure ya weren't..." Yondu said teasingly. "Guess ya won't be bothered if I tell ya about the big one crawling on yer shoulder then." He repeated the same trick as earlier, imitating a running spider on your shoulder with his fingers and laughing when you jumped a mile and smacked at his hand.

Face flushed with embarrassment at falling for the same trick twice you say, "You're an asshole."

"Yep," came Yondu's reply. Theory confirmed: You hated showing weakness. After a few steps he spoke again. "Where we goin' anyways? Ya seem pretty sure about this path. Get the feelin' we ain't just wanderin' aimlessly."

You sigh, but relent. What could it hurt? "It's just a little further."

"It where ya go all the time?"

"No, just most of the time." you admitted. "Sometimes I do just... 'wander aimlessly.'"

"But not tonight."

You sigh again. "No. Not tonight."

After a bit you finally happen upon a small clearing. In the middle of that clearing was a large old oak tree. Its trunk was nearly two meters in diameter and had lovely patches of moss growing on it. Thick branches poked out just low enough to climb on, it was beautiful in the dim light of the night, but it was even more beautiful in daylight.

"Here," you say, "This is where I go. This is my favorite tree."

Yondu was actually stunned for a moment by the magnificence of the the tree, and that didn't happen often. "I can see why. It's certainly a purty one..."

He walked with you closer to the tree and broke off to walk to one side as if he intended to do a lap around the trunk.

"Careful," you say, not wanting him to go any further around the more shadowy part of the tree, "Ground's got a bit of a soft spot over that way. Wouldn't want you to sink in."

Yondu, who, like anyone, obviously wouldn't enjoy that happening, stopped his journey and headed back your way. Better to stay with the person who knew the land, at least when he couldn't see for himself if he was about to fall in a hole.

You approach the tree and sit at its base, gesturing an invite for Yondu to do the same if he chose. He did. You look up at the thick branches and say, "My dad used to bring us out here."

"Us?" Yondu questioned.

"My brother and me."

"Didn't know ya had a brother."

"Didn't ask."

"Would ya have said if I did? Ya don't exactly seem the most forthcoming type." Yondu laughed lightly.

You huff in response. You look back up at the branches and remember the time you and your brother would climb the old tree. sometimes even your dad would try climbing with you, even though he wasn't as agile as his children. You remembered the fun, the laughter, the three of you playing chasing games around the tree. They were some of your fondest memories of before your dad got sick. Before he couldn't take you and your brother out to the tree anymore, though of course by that time the two of you were old enough to make the trip on your own, though it never was quite the same.

You had sat in silence for a bit before Yondu asked, "So what's eatin' ya?"

"What?" you ask, pulled from your thoughts.

"I've kinda gathered ya wouldn't be comin' all the way out here in the middle of the night if everythin' was all fine and dandy, so what's got ya down, girlie?" It seemed obvious to Yondu from what he observed that this would be the case. After some thought, he realized he only caught you heading towards the forest on bad days, like when Rocket messed your kitchen or the night you fought Quill. You were here, therefore, something must be wrong.

"Nothing."

Yondu didn't buy it. "I noticed you disappeared for a long while in the middle of that movie Quill wanted to watch. It have anything to do with that?"

"I told you, I'm fine." you say bitterly. It honestly irritated you how accurate his assumptions were, but just because he was right didn't mean you had to affirm his assumptions.

Yondu sighed. "Alright then, be that way."

After a few moments Yondu breaks the silence again. "So... where are yer family? I know ya said yer daddy's passed, but what about yer mama? Or this brother ya mentioned. Where they at? Why ya out here in that big house all alone?"

You inhale. You considered not answering, but then thought it couldn't hurt much. You could talk a little since he wanted to be nosy. Not like you were going to spill your entire life story, just the sparknotes. "Well, my mom's gone. Died giving birth to me."

"Oh." Yondu was almost sorry he asked. "And yer brother?" He now assumed you were the younger sibling, but he felt it would be in bad taste to mention it. He hoped talking about him might lighten the mood.

"Gone too." you answered.

He winced. He hadn't expected to hear that you were alone alone. "How?" Yondu asked.

"I don't want to talk about it." you replied.

Yondu saw you draw your knees up and rest your chin on them. He realized he shouldn't push his luck. "Sorry to hear that."

"Why? You didn't do it," you say sarcastically. "It's life. Everyone dies eventually." You un-hug your knees and lean back against the tree. "Just how it goes. Life's a bitch and then you die alone."

Yondu catches a crack in your voice but doesn't mention it. He frowns. "Come on now. There's more than that. Ya don't got to spend the rest of it all alone and miserable." He said this because he had to believe it himself. How close had he come to doing just that when his crew mutinied? If Kraglin hadn't still been loyal and if Rocket and Twig hadn't helped with an escape plan, he'd've been slain by the hands of the Kree- if he was lucky, or back in the slave barracks- if he wasn't. He'd never have gotten the chance to save Quill, and even if he hadn't intended to make it out alive, he couldn't deny he was grateful the ship had gotten to him and Quill just in time so that he could spend more time with his boy.

He didn't know your exact age, but he thought you looked at least a little younger than Quill. That was too young to have such a bleak outlook on life. If even he could find even a shred of happiness to cling to, then surely you could as well. He continued, "Surely ya got ya some friends- Or ya could find someone and settle down... start a family.... fill that house of yers with little ankle-biters- Hey, where ya going?"

Your breath hitched and you had stood up quickly, walking back the direction you came. "I'm heading back. You can follow or stay here. I don't really care," you say, trying to keep your voice even and not looking at him as you walked towards the edge of the clearing.

Yondu hurriedly stood to catch up with you. Sure, he could eventually find his way back without you, but he couldn't deny he'd get back much quicker with a guide that knew their way back in the dark. "What'd I say?" Yondu asked, correctly assuming he had said something wrong.

"Nothing. It's just late. Time to start heading back." You still wouldn't look at him, and he almost thought your voice sounded strange, like you were fighting not to cry or something.

Yondu followed you quietly, wondering if he should press the issue or not. He decided to not, convinced he would only make it worse. He hadn't intended to dig up any bad memories, he hadn't expected to find out you really were alone, although it was a sentiment he could empathize with. It's how he had been during the mutiny and Tazerface killed all his good men. Surrounded by people, and yet utterly alone.

He didn't know what it was exactly, but he knew he wanted to make it better. You weren't a child, but still, all he could see now was a sad little girl with no mama or daddy. No brother, no family. All alone. He thought to himself that if he had a heart it might be breaking. Or at least cracked a little.

He made another attempt at conversation, hoping to smooth things over. "So Quill says ya like to shoot arrows?"

"Um... yeah. A bit."

Did he hear a sniff? Surely not.

"Maybe ya could show me how ya Terrans do it sometime."

"Yeah, sure. Whatever." You sniffed again, and Yondu thought he saw your hand come up to your eyes as if to wipe them.

Aw hell. You were crying. Damn. He wasn't sure what, but he was sure it had to have been something he said. He cursed himself. He hated when people cried. Bad enough when someone he stole from tried whipping out the waterworks, even worse when Quill would cry when he was scared or hurt as a boy. The only thing worse than seeing someone cry, was watching as they tried desperately to hide it, but yet couldn't quite stop. 'Cause that meant they weren't trying to get anything from you, they were just genuinely in too much pain to keep it together.

He had to do something to make you stop, so he did the only thing he could think of. He whistled.

A gentle melody played from his lips and you gasped as a streak of red shot through the air. You stopped in place from the shock and before long, you could see the outlined shape of what you could only describe as a fat little troll. It was cute, and so unexpected that you couldn't help but huff out a laugh.

You finally looked at Yondu and he saw the hint of a confused smile playing over your lips. Much better.

He could see the question in your eyes and went ahead and answered without you needing to speak. "Just thought you could use some cheering up." he said. Nice to see he's still got it. That trick always worked to cheer up Quill when he was little.

"I'm fi-"

Yondu cut you off with a shrug. "Yeah. Yer fine. Got it." He whistled again to call his arrow back. "Well this was mighty entertaining, all this... nature and whatnot. Should probably get a move on so this old man can get some sleep." He exaggerated a yawn before walking forward, prompting you into motion as well, seeing as you were the guide. "I'm sure Bug and Twig would like it out here if ya ever decided ya wanted to come out here when the sun's actually out."

You hummed. "Maybe." You tried not to stare as you walked together out of the forest. Had he really just used his weapon... to draw you a picture... to cheer you up? You wanted to laugh but you bit your tongue as you remembered he had also used it to kill a spider for you earlier that day. For as rough as he portrayed himself to be, he was definitely displaying big softie energy. That thought did make you laugh.

"What?" Yondu asked, hearing your snicker from beside him.

You shook your head, now grinning. "Nothing."

"Uh huh." Yondu said, mild suspicion in his voice as he side-eyed you. Whatever. It was better than hearing you try not to cry.

After awhile you finally broke the tree line and made your ways back across the yard and to the backdoor.

You reached the door first and pulled out your key.

"Good to see ya have some sense." Yondu said. "Quill said Terrans always leave their doors unlocked."

You gave him a look as you unlocked the door. You wanted to refute that, but you knew that, at least in the rural areas where you lived, people actually did tend to do that. You settled for saying, "Well, not everyone does. But still, it'd be really irresponsible to just go and leave the door open to any stray passerby with a bunch of obvious aliens inside."

Yondu scoffed.

"What?"

"Ya Terrans thinkin' yer the only ones in the universe. Callin' anyone not from Terra 'alien.'"

You frowned. "Sorry."

Yondu grunted and waved you off. "Eh. Ya'll get there eventually. S'pose if this place wasn't as backwards as it is then we wouldn't be able to lie low here."

You tried not to be offended at that, because he was right. That was literally the reason they were able to hide here.

The two of you re-enter the house and manage to get back to your respective rooms quietly. You changed into something more comfortable to sleep in without waking Mantis and settled into bed.

Before falling asleep you thought about the clearing and your tree. About how you needed to warn Yondu not to walk too far towards the backside of said tree.

You should really find the time to install a sturdier trap door on that tunnel.

[haikyuu-boys-headcanons]

𝙷𝙰𝙸𝙺𝚈𝚄𝚄 𝙱𝙾𝚈𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙷𝙾𝚆 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝙿𝙻𝙰𝚈 𝚂𝙸𝙼𝚂;

quick note;

hi hi hi!! it’s been a while guys! posting some drafts i wrote when i was taking a break <3 this is just how the boys play sims :)

𝙳𝙰𝙸𝙲𝙷𝙸 » plays very... responsibility?? no cheats, (he has no idea how to use them) literally gives them no time for hobbies, he’s focused on their needs to even consider hobbies + he stresses about the bills 

𝚂𝚄𝙶𝙰𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙰 » spends plenty of time downloading cc and customizing his sims to perfection. even spends hours on end just creating perfect little houses. goes through the 5 stages of grief after one of his sims die

𝙰𝚂𝙰𝙷𝙸 » two words; pure panic. he has so many needs to look after! and has anyone fed the dog?? and has anyone paid the bills for the water?? why is there suddenly a fire every two seconds?!?! deletes the game after an hour of pure stress

𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙰𝙺𝙰 » downloads whicked-whims out of curiosity. regrets it almost immediately, so he tried to take it out of his game and somehow, he took out the wrong files and now all of his sims only have one leg and green skin

𝙽𝙸𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙾𝚈𝙰 » pulls the tiddy bar in CAS all the way up and you can’t convince me otherwise. besides making super hot girls in CAS, noya just fucks around with all the weird debugs and settings + desperately tries to look under the blankets during woohoo 

𝙺𝙰𝙶𝙴𝚈𝙰𝙼𝙰 » gets so unbelievably frustrated at his sims, to the point where he just starts yelling at them. “didn’t i just feed you, tanisha? don’t be greedy, YOU GET WHAT YOUR GIVEN!” in some ways, i feel so sorry for his sims 

𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙰 » surprisingly, very invested in the game! he’s become a master of all cheats and truly enjoys the mechanical aspect of the game. he even has all the expansion packs and everything!

𝚃𝚂𝚄𝙺𝙸𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙼𝙰 » despises the game. he thinks it’s some sort of sadistic fuel for people with god complexes. refuses to play until you mention you can drown people in the game. who’s the real sadist here, kei?

𝚈𝙰𝙼𝙰𝙶𝚄𝙲𝙷𝙸 » downloads so many mods and cc until his laptop is literally about to explode. likes to explore the hidden secrets of the game (plant-sims, rabbit holes, ect...) 

𝙾𝙸𝙺𝙰𝚆𝙰 » makes a mini-sim version of himself and uses cheats throughout the entire game. no one is going to ruin a mini pixel fantasy of himself, not even the cheap ass grill that manages to set everyone on fire every two seconds

𝙸𝚆𝙰𝚉𝚄𝙼𝙸 » religiously does not believe in cheats. he would casually brag to everyone that he managed to finish 3 aspirations on one sim with no cheats but disregards the fact that all his sims are broke and starving 90% of the time

𝙼𝙰𝚃𝚃𝚂𝚄𝙽 » non-committal to all of his households. starts a new one every hour and gets bored of it within the first 5 minutes. he lowkey feels bad for the sims that he’s abandoned and checks up on them once in a while so he won’t feel guilty for leaving them

𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙸 »  “so... how do you win?” “you can’t really win, it’s a-” “then WHY ARE WE PLAYING??” the whole concept confuses him, he just ends up speeding up time the entire game until suddenly all his sims are dead. he has the audacity to be shocked 

𝙺𝚄𝙽𝙸𝙼𝙸 » the type to get the “cats & dogs” pack and only focus on the animal. like he’ll forget to feed his sim but gets a panic attack every time he can’t find his cat

𝙺𝚈𝙾𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙸 » no.

𝙺𝚄𝚁𝙾𝙾 » success is his main priority in this game. he’ll make his sims as rich as possible and even make his sims work endless hours using the “no sleep” mod! also won’t let them take showers or eat until their work is done! it’s a little worrying!!

𝙺𝙴𝙽𝙼𝙰 » tries to finish the 100 baby challenge like 10 times but always fails miserably. even uses cheats and still manages to fuck up?? calls the game a waste of money on reddit and starts a hate page

𝙻𝙴𝚅 » tries to always create the most picture-perfect white-picket fence family but something always manages to get in the way. whether it be an unaccounted grill fire or the baby getting taken away, he always ends up on the verge of crying and starting a new save

𝙱𝙾𝙺𝚄𝚃𝙾 » always wants the biggest and most expansive family there is. would get mccommand center just so he could fit his family of 47 into one 20 x 20 lot. not to mention, he always has like 8 other apps running in the background so unsurprisingly, he has alot of random burns from his explosive laptop 

𝙰𝙺𝙰𝙰𝚂𝙷𝙸 » the most perfect way you could play the sims, probably the way the creators intended. goes from rags to riches using no cheats, no sudden deaths and no negative moodlets. hmm... a little too perfectly played, wouldn’t you say?

𝙺𝙾𝙽𝙾𝙷𝙰 » refuses to play because of the conspiracies he read about on reddit. he genuinely thinks the sims is just a warning from the government that we’re all in a simulation and that there’s reptiles controlling all of us until we all jus- you know what, no more reddit for you konaha

𝚄𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙹𝙸𝙼𝙰 » total dumbass. wouldn’t be surprised if all of his sims just died as soon as he loaded up the game. wouldn’t even bother with cc or cas, he would just play either with the premade sims or just randomize everything.

𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙾𝚄 » utter chaos. primarily drug mods, constantly developing and making bank from his drug businesses. would have half his sims take an entire bottle of MDMA and then wonder why they died?? like yes tendou, sims (just like you!) can overdose!! shocker, isn’t it? 

𝚂𝙴𝙼𝙸 »  strives on his house-building and designing skills. like this mf can speed-build mansions but he can’t figure out how to download cc. doesn’t even actually play the sims, just designs houses and then dips

𝙶𝙾𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙺𝙸 » very attentive to their needs bar. like the second his sim’s bladder bar goes down, he’s rage-clicking on the toilet + “hurry sylvia, piss! i don’t want a repeat of last time!!”

𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚄𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙼𝙰 » downloads the hoe-it up mod as a joke and then continues to become very invested in his strips clubs! the downtown fountain club isn’t doing too well? it’s okay, he’ll just make jessica do 30 lap dances until she gets her 1 minute break to eat, piss, shower and sleep!

𝚂𝙰𝙺𝚄𝚂𝙰 » takes the game a little uh... too seriously? will literally get out pen and paper to calculate his expenses, taxes and his water bill. + “no margret, you can’t shower today because then we won’t have enough money to pay the electric bill” poor margret.

𝙾𝚂𝙰𝙼𝚄 » finds out what cc is, spends 3 days just downloading cc and then continues to play non-stop for a whole week. then, he won’t touch the game for another 6 months until he remembers about it again. rise and repeat, like a true simmer

𝙰𝚂𝚃𝚄𝙼𝚄 » loves making drama! he’ll create marriages just to destroy them, make all the spouses cheat on each other and then kidnap their children for ransom until the parents go crazy and kill themselves. a true menace to society

𝚂𝚄𝙽𝙰 » would burn down his house making grilled cheese and would never play again