#it plays when you're introduced to the four guardians

[beevean]

Mega Man Zero 1

X, The Legend

[yanderes-galore]

I have seen requests were open! I have one, if it's okay-

Platonic yandere catnap/Theo x little(maybe trans if your comfortable) sis reader

Who he had gotten out before the hour of Joy all those years ago, but is back now trying to find him?

(Idk, I love sibling relationships and yanderes-)

Have a good day/night!^^

I'm just going to keep it general female pronouns as it just... doesn't change the story much? Here's more CatNap, this one is closer to canon than the normal AU I do.

You aren't actually related to Theo in this to make the plot work, but he sees you as his Little Sister... if that's okay? It doesn't change much plot-wise, I promise.

Yandere! CatNap with Little Sis! Darling

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Human experimentation, Violence, Death, Drugging (Poppy Gas), Kidnapping, Stalking, First portion of this Darling is a child, Second portion you and CatNap are adults due to the time skip, Violence, Murder, Blood, Religious themes, Forced companionship.

A long time ago, you were raised in the Playcare Orphanage alongside Theo.

However, you weren't really one of the orphans.

Your parents were either scientists or perhaps even the founder of Playtime Co.

You were merely dropped off at Playcare to be watched, unaware of all the experiments going on.

Well... how could you be aware in the first place?

You were only five....

Theo was actually a playmate of yours, but you two acted like siblings.

Theo, the troublesome kid, saw you like a little sister.

You two were often seen playing with one another.

Scientists and your own parents originally were concerned when Theo grew attached to you.

The kid was a known troublemaker, often blaming his behavior on his "imaginary friend".

Supposedly he even spoke to you about his "friend", yet at your age you didn't entirely understand him.

You also saw Theo as a friend and sibling, even expressing despair when you learned Theo had gotten himself into a bad accident.

Truthfully, you never knew the real fate of Theo.

You were still often visiting Playcare when CatNap was introduced.

You were told Theo was "adopted" and "moved away".

In reality the kid became CatNap, reborn in a new body due to the Bigger Bodies project.

CatNap retained some memories that Theo had, but was essentially a new being.

He was the new guardian of Playcare, one meant to "protect and discipline" the orphans.

CatNap scared many of the kids or just... didn't get along with most.

However, with you?

Scientists noticed that CatNap was oddly attached to you.

The large cat hovered around you, acted playful and affectionate, and seemed to dislike you playing with other children and Smiling Critters.

The going theory was CatNap remembered you from when Theo was alive.

After all, CatNap often rambled about "The Prototype", it would make sense if he remembered his playmate.

Many STAFF were reluctant to pull you away from CatNap.

The large purple cat often picked you up, curling around you and purring.

STAFF were often met with hostility when they tried to take you away.

You had grown to adore CatNap, the large lavender smelling cat often putting you to sleep and watching over you.

You played with CatNap for years, perhaps four years after he was created.

You were around nine or ten before your parents wanted to stop you from going to Playcare.

They knew you were getting too old and CatNap (who would probably be around eleven or twelve) was getting too overprotective of his playmate.

CatNap still saw you as close to him, although the lines between sibling, friend, and playmate often blurred together.

You were taken out of Playcare before the Hour of Joy.

While you were sitting at home, no doubt with either your mother or father, CatNap was panicking when he couldn't find his best friend and sibling.

Poor you had no clue about the truth of Playtime Co.

Not until ten years later, where you return to the factory to learn the truth.

By this point you're just about in your 20s, which means CatNap would be too.

It's been years since you've entered this place.

You want to know the truth about Theo... only beginning to realize your mistake once you're trapped inside.

I imagine you follow a similar journey to the player character in Poppy Playtime.

You meet Poppy, you defeat Huggy Wuggy and Mommy Longlegs...

Eventually you return to Playcare... and memories come flooding back.

You know you need to escape, but you're also scanning your surroundings for answers.

All the while CatNap is hunting you... soon realizing just who you are.

It's been years and you have matured into a young woman.

CatNap feels a pang of envy deep within him.

Perhaps deep down he wishes he could've grown up alongside you.

CatNap doesn't hunt you for food or a sacrifice to The Prototype... he hunts you because you mean a lot to him.

Memories spark within him, times where you two would play and you'd even call him "brother".

It didn't matter if you were really related or not... you were bound together.

Even as the guardian of Playcare he cared for you.

He was devastated when you were gone.

But now you're here...!

Now you can play again!

CatNap would probably make his move eventually, stalking and watching you until the time is right...

Then, without warning, he'd use his Poppy Gas to knock you out.

If you had a gas mask, he'd break it before making you hallucinate.

When you eventually fall asleep... CatNap would pick you up by the back of your clothes and carry you down into the depths of Playcare.

Mini Smiling Critters scurry around in the dark but remain obedient when CatNap growls at them.

The large cat takes you deep into his territory before placing you down.

Like he did when you two were younger, he curls around you protectively.

You wake up eventually to the smell of blood and the faintest smell of lavender.

You're wrapped tightly in the tail of CatNap as the beast purrs and growls away in his sleep.

Upon your attempts to struggle against him, the cat shoots awake and glances at you.

You freeze when you see the beady white eyes stare back at you...

Only to hear and a loud purr as the cat nuzzles into you.

Nearby is CatNap's shrine to The Prototype, the cat silently happy that his prayers have been answered!

Now you two can play together... forever.

CatNap no doubt makes you, his little sister, worship The Prototype.

Mini Smiling Critters are docile towards you, mostly because CatNap would eat them if they weren't.

Speaking of eating... You often see CatNap hunt other toys and drag them to you.

The mix of toy and flesh is... nauseating to you.

However, you can't eat anything else.

Resulting in you trying to adapt.

Escape is near impossible without a Grab-Pack.

Even if you had one, CatNap never lets you out of his sight.

Despite you being an adult, CatNap still treats you like a little kid.

He never leaves your side and is incredibly protective of you.

If you tried to leave him, he'd have you gassed to drag you back.

In his own way... CatNap loves you.

He loves his little sister and playmate...

You two can now play in Playcare just like old times... even if it kills you in the end.

[caesarhamato22]

Hey babes, was wondering if you’d be up for a ‘seven minutes in heaven’ thing with Rocket and reader. The way it happens is up to you!! No worries if you’re not feeling it though, just wanted to ask how you’re doing <33

GOD IS REQUESTING ME TO WRITE???

Consider it done.

Also, I'm doing fabulous, thank you for asking, how are you? :)

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More Than Seven

Rocket X Reader

Note: This is set just before Vol 3. You're friends with the guardians.

Words: 4.6k

Summary: Drunk, mingling with strangers, and at a random house party on Knowhere. Someone stumbles up to you with a giddy grin and asks if you want to put your name in a draw. You weren't informed what for. You just said yes.

Warnings: Language, alcohol, making out, very slight touching over clothes.

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You weren't sure how you got there. You weren't even sure when. But what you did know, was that you were hammered.

It was a cold night on Knowhere, colder than most. Dark, with a soft chilled breeze. Neon lights brightened the streets while giving everyone who passed a stunning glow. Glass and spilled drinks littered the ground. The lights reflected off the roads, a beautiful ambience. People stumbled with their friends, partners and comrades, or even a stranger or two they met that same night.

Being passed midnight wasn't a common excuse to go home as most patrons stayed up well into the early hours of the following morning. Occasionally, sleep was ignored, and many went straight to work despite the lingering hangover that would set in quite quickly.

It was a house party, as Quill had once explained to you. Or, in this case, a building party? You couldn't pinpoint the correct terminology. Didn't matter much. You were there. At some 'building party', drinking everything you could find while mingling with faces you had only ever seen once or twice, or not at all.

Yeah, building party still didn't sound right.

Different coloured lights beamed from every direction. The music was loud, almost echoing, and it seemed every room you went into was playing a different song.

Some popular songs, some in a language you didn't understand, but mostly were from Quill's playlist. You recognised those ones.

Mouthing the lyrics with a gentle sway in your hips is what you found yourself doing majority of the night. Your eyes were closed and your mouth maintained a bright smile, unaware to anyone watching, if anyone was.

The voices of those around you became a blur. Multiple conversations slurred together and you weren't even sure who was speaking.

You tried to listen, but the music was too intoxicating, and so was the drink in your hand. Drax would surely make fun on your sloppy movements, you just knew it.

"Girl, you gonna join?"

Were they speaking to you? The pull on your wrist answered your question.

Your eyes blinked open, adjusting to the lasers and glowing bulbs around the room. Your eyes settling on a shorter woman in front of you. Her glittery cheeks and bright purple eyes stared at you.

"Me?" You asked, raising your voice to communicate passed the blasting speakers. "Yeah, sure!"

"Yeah! What's your name?" She was a lively girl, you noticed. Her four arms occupied with drinks, except two. One holding your wrist while the other held a datapad.

You had lost count how many times you had introduced yourself to someone new this night alone.

Giving your name instinctively, she entered it into the datapad. She better not be putting you up to be sold. You really weren't in the mood to run from whoever would buy you. You'd been dancing the whole night, your feet hurt!

"I'll let you know if it's you, lovely!" She pulled your wrist to bring you closer, allowing you to hear her.

With a nod from you, she moved along with a couple others trailing behind her. You watched her approach other people at the party, probably asking them the same questions she asked you.

You turned to those around you with furrowed eyebrows and a sway in your step. "What did she, uh ..." You looked behind you and saw the girl move deeper into the crowd. "My name ... on the datapad?"

The guy you spoke to leaned his pointed ear near your mouth. "Huh?"

You held his shoulder with your free hand to stabilise yourself. You felt his hand hold your waist, holding you steady. "My name! What did she need my name for?" The slur in your words remained but it seemed you spoke clear enough.

He spoke next to your ear, "a draw! You might picked!" His three fingered hand tightened on your waist encouragingly. You nod, trying to think. Things were blurry. Thinking's hard.

"For what?"

He leaned his ear to you again, eliciting a frustrated groan in your throat.

You asked again. "For what? The draw! What is it for?"

He leaned back after hearing you. "Oh!" He paused. "No idea!" He stood to his regular height and let his hand fall from your waist before facing the others he was talking to beforehand.

Thinking it couldn't be something horrible, hopefully, you left it, allowing yourself to dive back into the party and finishing your drink.

There may be a small chance of you getting picked for whatever the draw was for, but there was probably at least one hundred creatures attending this party. Inside the building, or lingering outside, or every on the roof.

How many people were picked? Did everyone eventually get a turn? A turn for what?

Yeah, thinking is hard.

The thought of potentially having your name chosen quickly left your mind once another drink found your lips.

The songs continued and the lights seemed to get even brighter.

You danced with new friends and some familiar faces, while also rejecting a couple guys' offers to find a 'quieter spot' to hang out.

Time flew by. You guessed an hour, but you couldn't be certain.

A hand grabbed your wrist, hastily pulling you off the dance floor you had found yourself comfortable on. You forced your eyes to focus on the same girl from before, now pulling you to who knows where.

It happened so fast, making your head spin. Your drink was taken from you -- what the fuck, give it back -- and the girl's three other hands pushed you through an open door into a dark room, possibly the only room in this place without LEDs and a disco ball.

The music became muffled and your eyes were fuzzy, even in this pitch black room. Your hand draped passed the doorknob. Locked.

You reached around for a light switch. Were you dumb? Where was it?

The alcohol effected your senses, but you were well-aware that being in this particular situation wasn't the safest option during this current night.

"You have seven minutes!" The girls voiced yelled from the other side of the door.

Your eyes narrowed. "Seven...? What...?" You exhaled with a slight sway. Choosing to lean against the wall behind you helped a little.

"Might wanna sit down, doll." A gruff voice slurred from below you. "Don't want you fallin' on me."

Your eyes wandered blindly around the small room. "Rocket?" Your eyes looked around your feet, as if you could see anything through the pitch black. "Why is the door locked?"

Your back slid down the wall while feeling a small hand on the side of your calf, like he was letting you know where he was sitting so you didn't kick him as your legs sprawled out in front of you.

Or he was subconsciously making sure you didn't fall.

But that was just a theory.

You didn't spot his shrug, a reply to your previous question. "Some chick pushed me in here before fetchin' you. Ain't been here long."

From where his voice came from, you guess he was sitting across from you. You brought your legs close and crossed them. Only then did Rocket let his hand fall back into his lap.

"You haven't tried unlocking the door?" You asked. "I thought you were like... a master at machines, or something."

"I am." Not a single beat was missed. "That's a doorknob."

"Didn't think a lock on a wooden door would be harder to crack than the Kyln."

"I wasn't drunk when I was in the Kyln." He looked around the closet, still surrounded by darkness. The music pulsed from outside the room as it seeped through the gaps around the door. "And the lights were on."

"We can't even turn the lights on?" Your hand felt around the wall beside you.

"The switch is on the outside."

"Of course it is."

A slightly awkward silence took over the small room as only the sounds of your legs crossing could be heard. Your knees almost grazed Rocket's by how limited the space around you was. Through the muffled music, you could hear his breathing. It was heavy. Just a bit. Probably from the alcohol. You noticed your breathing was similar.

"So," you began. "Why are we in here?" You shuffled to get slightly more comfortable, relaxing in your spot on the floor as best you could.

"You gave your name to that four-armed girl, right? The one that pushed you in here?" He asked, like he was building up to a point.

You nod your head then quickly answered, remembering he couldn't see you. "Uh, yeah. I didn't know what it was for, though."

"Smart move. Giving out personal information to strangers." You could practically hear him hide a smile.

You threw your hands up into the air. "Sorry I was being nice. Didn't know I was being put into a fucking raffle." You narrowed your eyes at him. At least, you thought you were looking at him. Were you glaring at the wall? "Why'd you put your name in if you didn't know what it was for?"

"Unlike you, I asked what it was for, and I said no. Drax thought it would be funny giving her my name. She left before I could say anything."

You nodded again. Rocket's explanation made sense. It didn't need a vocal response. Although, you still needed to know why you were locked in a damn closet.

"What did she say? The girl, I mean."

"Some shit Quill taught a bunch of people. Some Terran thing. Two people, locked in a room, kinda weird, if you ask me." You could hear Rocket fiddle with his nails. You recognised the tiny clicks. It was a little action, something he did during a moment of peace and possible need for distraction. "Some freaky stuff happens. I wasn't interested."

"Not gonna lie, I thought you would be." You shrugged. Your attention went to your own nails, focusing on the feeling rather than what you could see.

"Why?"

"I don't know." Another shrug. "You seem like that kind of guy." Your hands paused. "No offence."

"Thanks." His sarcasm dripped from his mouth. You swore you could almost see the light from the cracks in the door shine against his exposed canines. "I didn't care for it. I already got my eye on someone."

Your hands froze and your eyes snapped fully open to look at him. You've never been so grateful to be in pitch black, unable to see and unable to be seen.

Rocket liked someone. And it wasn't you. Because if it was, he would've told you, wouldn't he? You would've seen it, right? Sure, he was nice to you... ish. He let you borrow his tools, he helped you out, occasionally. But for him to like someone else? You wouldn't lie, it stung. You didn't think it would, but it did. It hurt.

"I saw you lookin' at someone too." His voice went low.

You tried to look at him with your eyebrows furrowed to show your true confusion, hoping he could see. Even if the light was on, he wasn't looking at you. He instead stared down at his freshly clipped and filed, blunt nails.

"Who?"

"You seemed pretty comfortable with his hand on your waist."

You thought back to that brief interaction. It had lasted mere seconds and you didn't even get his name.

"He seemed pretty comfortable too."

"Rocket, what are you getting at?"

Why did he care? Had he been watching you? You didn't even know he was at this party up until this point.

Expecting a smug answer, you remained silent, waiting for him to continue poking fun at the innocent encounter he coincidentally witnessed.

"Nothing. Doesn't matter." His words seemed extra slurred when he mumbled his reply.

Deciding not to pry, you leaned back against the wall and turned your attention back onto your nails. Silence overtook the room once again, a little more awkward than before.

Seven minutes. You had definitely been stuck in this closet for more than seven minutes. Yet, you couldn't bring yourself to try to leave. Or better yet, want to leave.

"So, who is it?" You thought making conversation again might ease the tension.

Rocket didn't reply but his ears stood up. His silence convinced you to continue.

"The girl you got your eye on. Or guy, I don't judge." You raised your hands in surrender. Your ears caught his light snicker. That was good, right?

"Well... she's a real piece of work. Stubborn little shit."

"You two must get along great."

He laughed a little louder. That was definitely a good sign. But that's just what you assumed. You could never be too sure with him.

"Yeah. We do."

He shuffled in his spot to let his legs relax in front of him. You could feel his warmth next to your crossed legs, pulling them tighter, if that was even possible. You weren't sure you liked the familiar hot sensation between your thighs, worried that even he could sense it.

You weren't even sure you liked having a thing for the drunk creature in front of you. It was confusing and annoying and almost impossible to understand.

You wanted his lips on yours, you always did. The way technology was second nature to him, allowing him to create anything from anything in minutes, sometimes without even looking.

Oh, how you would love for him to use those hands on you however he wanted. To have you gasping, begging, thighs open, pleading for more, or less, or to just keep fucking going.

But he wouldn't do that with you. Not when he was doing it with someone else.

And, unfortunately, that’s all you could think about.

"You feelin' alright?"

Rocket's voice caught you, bringing you back to the dark room you had been locked in for definitely more than seven minutes. "Started to sway there."

You leaned your back against the wall, stablising yourself while letting your eyes focus back on whatever was in front of you, thinking it would be Rocket. Yet, when you truly did focus, his presence was beside you, his hand on your thigh.

How long were you thinking about him fucking you? When did he move next to you? Fuck, you were out of it.

You weren't on the floor with alcohol poisoning.

You weren't doing dumb shit from how drunk you were. Or were you?

"Yeah, I'm fine."

So out of it, all because you wanted him so, so bad.

"Do I make you uncomfortable or something?" His grip on your thigh loosened.

"No!" You replied a bit too quickly, your instinct being to quickly place your own hand on his, keeping it on your thigh.

With a pause, you would've both looked into his eyes and avoided his gaze, if it wasn't for the surrounding darkness stopping you from doing both. You felt your hand stay on top of his for longer than necessary, so you removed it as soon as the doubt entered your mind.

"No, you don't make me uncomfortable."

You had prepared for the small weight to leave your thigh, to leave that spot in particular, cold. But it didn't. His hand not only stayed, it went further. Just a bit further to your inner thigh, closer to your knee than you core, technically.

"You sure?"

You weren't sure how to respond. Not with words, at least. What would you say? What words would you use to communicate the feelings that you hadn't even understood yet. It was painful, pitiful in your eyes. Especially when your body answered his question for you. Your hips being the first to move on their own. Not by much, just an inch or two, shuffling forward the tiniest distance, almost trying to pull his hand closer.

The shuffle made his hand slide up your thigh by, again, just an inch or two. By accident or intention, his or yours, his hand had moved.

But that was all it did. Due to the lack of response, you wondered if this subtle movement had been too much.

Too much for him.

Rocket was never the biggest fan of physical contact. You didn't even need him, or anyone else, to tell you that. It was plainly obvious with the way he kept his distance from others in many ways more than one; swatted hands that came too close to his head, and even the way he'd slam the door when entering a room by himself.

Rocket didn't like physical contact.

So why had his grip gotten tighter on your thigh?

"Rocket-"

"How you feelin'?" He asked.

Not what you thought he'd ask.

"What?"

"You're zoning out, and if you're gonna throw up, I'd like to know so I can move."

That earned a small chuckle from you, lightening the mood of the small closet.

"No, I'm not gonna throw up. Thank you."

You could almost sense him nod, along with his hand placing two pats on your thigh to acknowledge your answer.

The muffled music sounded clearer, and your head wasn't spinning nearly as much as it was when you were first shoved into the room. Your eyes seemed to have adjusted to the darkness, now able to make out the outlines of the clothes hanging up and the boxes sitting on the floor.

And the more you thought about it, Rocket's voice seemed less slurred too. Perhaps he was sobering up at the same pace you were.

"Sorry."

His hand was now closer to the middle of your thigh rather than the side of your knee. With your leg slightly bent, thinking his hand would leave but it only brought him closer.

Whether it was on purpose, or he was blind to the tension, his thumb brushed soothingly over your clothes.

"For what?"

You couldn't think of a single thing that he needed to apologise for. At least, not to you. Not right now.

"For bringing up that guy. And how he was holding your waist. S'none of my business."

You had honestly forgotten about that. You had forgotten about everything, really. The warmth of his hand was the only thing you were focusing on. So for him to apologise for something so miniscule, something that had left your mind a short while ago, to know that it hadn't left his mind...

"It's okay. I didn't think much of it. Plus, I think he was just making sure I didn't fall."

Another nod came from him as a response. A silent nod. A painfully stoic, still nod. You weren't sure how much more silence you could take. How much longer of this you could endure. Why couldn't his hand on your thigh go any lower? Why did he have to be with that girl that he mentioned a short while ago? The one you knew nothing about, other than how fucking stubborn she apparently was.

Why couldn't he be doing whatever he does with her ... with you?

"Can I kiss you?"

Fuck. Fuck, wait-

The words fell from your mouth the moment you thought of the question. You weren't meant to ask it out loud. Shit, you weren't even meant to be thinking about him in that way at all, especially not when he had a girl.

You didn't even know her name and you despised her. That's kind of petty, isn't it?

Despite the beats of the music from the other side of the door, the closet got eerily quiet. Not even a few seconds had passed before you regretted asking your question, even if it wasn't on purpose.

His hand was still on your thigh. That's good, right?

His right hand, on your left thigh, still resting yet his grip was slightly tense, but his thumb had stopped brushing against you.

You wanted to leave. You wanted this stupid fucking door to be swung open so you could leave and pretend you didn't just embarrass yourself by asking some dumb fuck question that you knew would be answered with a flat out 'no'.

You hear an inhale. It was quick, and so very quiet, it was impressive that you had caught it.

A slight shuffle, and his hand is gone. Cool air replaced the previous warmth and your breath hitched as you worried if you had ruined, what seemed to be, a pretty decent conversation you were having with your friend.

You look down. Somehow, you could make out the floor and your legs in front of you. Though, only the outlines.

A small hand held your face, the right side on your face, bringing your attention forward.

His lips were soft. Much softer than you thought they'd be. How could lips this soft make daily comments so vulgar?

With furrowed brows and closed eyes, his lips were on yours, placing a gentle kiss without much movement. At the slightest sign of you melting against him, he exhaled through his nose and his thumb began brushing against your skin once again, just below your eye with a careful instinct to not scratch you.

Even when his nails were blunt, just like they were then, you knew he could.

On one knee and one foot, Rocket was your height. Your hands slowly made their way to hold his face. Your fingers relaxed against his soft fur when you felt his tongue graze your lips, a silent wish for more than just some measly peck. Your lips parting for him and your hands pulling him closer as his tongue connected with yours, eliciting a soft sigh from your mouth onto his.

His right hand reached your waist as his body attracted to yours by instinct. Your back leaned against the wall as Rocket shifted himself to gain easier access to your lips.

With one of your hands still holding his face, the other travelled to his neck and squeezed him tenderly and slow. He sighed against you, releasing a low groan as his arm wrapped further around your waist.

"Fuck yeah, you can kiss me."

You felt his words and his smile against your lips, sending waves through your body as you arched your back in an attempt to feel more of him.

The kiss only got more fervent as you actually engaged in the silly Terran game you were originally in here for. The taste of him was something you wanted for so long. Every time you hung out with him, every time he explained a weapon or part of the ship to you, you just wanted him.

Wanted him to keep talking to you. Wanted him to keep paying attention to you. It seemed immature at times, but you couldn't help it.

You liked him. And that's that.

"Why did you take so long, princess?" His lips now trailed your jaw.

"What do you ..." Your head tilted back, exposing more of your skin.

"I was close to just kissing you myself if you didn't end up asking me."

You shuddered at his breath, the grazing of his teeth against your neck as his warm pecks grew passionate.

"I didn't think ... I thought you didn't want to."

"Was my hand on your thigh the whole time not enough of a hint?"

His arms circled your waist as you felt more of his body press against you. You shuffled forward feeling the building warmth build between your thighs again.

"And don't think I didn't notice that little trick before. I almost broke right then and there when your hips moved up."

"So why didn't you?"

His lips stopped before he pulled back and studied your expression as best he could, using whatever light peered through the cracks of the door.

You looked at him confused, almost longingly, for a serious answer as to why he also kept you waiting so long.

"I wanted to make sure I wasn't dreamin'."

You stared at him and all you sensed was the truth. You felt his radiating vulnerability, something you rarely, if ever, spotted Rocket displaying.

"Well you're not dreaming ..."

Your reply surprised yourself almost as much as it surprised him. Your hands cradled his face, your thumb now brushing his fur peacefully. He leaned only an inch closer.

"You sure?"

He remained still, waiting.

"I promise."

That's all it took for him to bring his lips back to yours. Parting and reconnecting over and over, the sounds of tongues and mixed saliva would disturb others, but it was like a fucking song to you.

His hands eagerly lowered to your waistband as yours gripped his shirt, tugging to both take it off and pull him impossibly closer.

"You have no idea how long I put up with this fucking feeling, having to wait so long ..." Your voice was breathless.

"I got some idea." His knuckles brushed against your stomach. "I've been waiting since day fucking one, princess."

The jingling of keys broke through everything around you before multi-coloured lights filled the tiny closet. You squinted your eyes while your hand provided an extra shield from the blearing LEDs as the music became clear and the voices of others bounced off the walls and through your ears.

"I totally forgot about you two!" A girl, the one you met before with four arms, looked down with beady purple eyes from where she stood in the doorway, datapad in hand. "That was way more than seven minutes, fuck, sorry guys!"

Rocket's hands left you, but he stayed in his spot beside your seated form.

"All good ..." You assured with a twinge of confusion from her sudden appearance, almost forgetting that you had actually been locked in the small room.

"Yeah, we're good." Rocket pat your thigh twice. It was different now that you could actually see him. His eyes on the girl, his hand on your thigh, it was almost like a reality check.

A really good reality check.

As you stood more stable than before, Rocket's eyes tracked your movements the same way he did when you first sat down.

You left the closet, fixing yourself on the way towards the front door.

"Wanna come back to my place?" Rocket's voice was clearer now, speaking from behind you.

Standing outside the vibrant building, surrounded by fresh air brought a near level of sobriety to both of you.

You thought over his offer, obviously wanting nothing more. But guilt stopped you like a punch to the face.

"What about your girl?"

You eyed him. Perhaps you could finally get the name of the girl Rocket just cheated on with you. But his face showed only a brief pause. He looked over you, observing your shivering hands that you unwillingly clenched into fists, and your pleading eyes that were begging for many more answers than one.

"Baby, I was talkin' about you."

You fists weakened and your lips parted. No gasp from you was needed, and your body only showed minor signs that you didn't know what to believe. But you could actually see now. You weren't in that dark closet anymore, and you could see he was genuine.

"That whole time, I was talkin' about you. And I didn't lie. We do get along, and you are a stubborn little shit." The smile he wore looked good on him. "And I'm askin' you; do you want to come back to my place?"

He stood beside you, waiting for your decision to follow, or to leave.

You knew what you wanted.

Fucking hell, you knew exactly what you wanted. You had wanted it for a long fucking time. This douchebag that was snappy to everyone, but the tiniest bit less snappy to you. All the little things he did in your favour made you want him in an embarrassingly large amount of ways.

And this whole time, he wanted the exact same thing.

You replied with your own smile, matching his, "yeah. I do."

~

Taglist:

@aliasrocket @love-for-faeries-go-burrrr @scholastic-dragon @beckalias @ero-manga-sensei @john-hobbit-watson @dreamlessnight @baloneyslacks

[dreamywakes]

Betting on Betta: A Bachelorette Challenge

Hi Everyone! I'm not dead I promise. Work life has just caused me to take a break from games in general. In order to get back into the game I want to play a basic legacy without any rules. The only problem... I really don't feel like making a spouse for my founder. Soo why not have some fun with it and attempt a bachelorette challenge?

Introducing Betta Lace:

Growing up in Sulani was a blast for Betta. How could it not have been? Everything she loved surrounded her: warm sand, calm waves, clear water, and pretty shells. There was only one issue. Being a Lace comes with a lot of responsibility. Ever wonder why the island waters are always so calm? The Lace's have lived in Sulani for ages. Hundreds of years ago they were gifted with the ability to speak and see the islands spirits. For generations they have calmed angry spirits. By following their spirit guides every word the Lace's have saved the island and it's locals from many threats. Sulani locals like to call them The Guardians. Betta's thoughts on this? Well to put it simply, she hates it. Betta and her siblings were treated like glass. Public schooling? No way, we can't have risk anything bad happening to a Guardian. Home schooling was seen as the safest way to learn. Being a Lace has left Betta with little social life. It's hard to make real friends when everyone sees you as an idol. Finding love? Betta could only dream of it. She has tried in the past. However, it's hard to find love when people expect an idealized version of you. That's why Betta decided to be the next Bachelorette. She wants to find someone who will love her as she is.

About Betta:

25 years old

She/Her

Pansexual

The youngest of three

Free-spirited

Hopeless romantic

Has only had one long-term relationship that ended very badly

Quit her job as a life guard to come on the show

Hopes to find a job as a Conservationist after finding love.

Made accessories out of shells when she was a kid.

Spent four years away from Sulani when she went to college which made her never want to leave again.

Not the closest with her family. They find her to be too irresponsible.

Contestant Guidelines:

Berry Sims Only- I tend to get bored when my sims aren't nice and colorful. No specific colors for this one so have fun.

Young Adults Only- The winner will hopefully go on to found a legacy with Betta. I want them to live happily for as long as possible.

All genders Allowed- Betta is Pan.

Occults are Welcomed- I love occults and so does Betta. You can even get creative with CC to make something different if you'd like.

Custom Content? Go Crazy- Well maybe not too crazy. I'm not going to put a limit on CC just be aware that we may not see all of your sim's outfits (like cold weather or athletic for example).

Fashion? Be sure to give your sim a nice formal, everyday, and date outfit at least.

Backstory and Details- Please give us a backstory and some facts to get to know your contestants better. It doesn't have to be extremely long I just want to know who they are.

No Skills Allowed- There will be challenges in this bachelorette and I don't want anyone to have the upper hand. Traits that may affect skills are allowed obviously.

No Romantic Traits- Once again I just don't want anyone to have the upper hand. Describing your sim as romantic is fine. We're just trying to eliminate any major advantages.

No Contestant Limit- at the moment. This could change later!

Comment Below to Reserve a Spot- Just to make sure I know you're making a sim. I don't have a deadline in mind and I don't want to end submissions when someone is still making a sim.

Be sure to make a post with your sims details so I can repost them for everyone to see.

DM me with your sims files when you are done.

Pack Limitations? Please note that I do not own Horse Ranch, For Rent, Outdoor Retreat, Dine Out, Jungle Adventure, Journey to Batuu, Dream Home Decorator, My Wedding Stories, Most stuff packs, All Kits.

Stuff Packs I do own include- Paranormal, Cool Kitchen, Movie Hangout, and My First Pet (yes I downloaded it for free)

Accepting Contestants Now!

Current Contestants:

Reserved by @dragonplumbobs

Reserved by @invisiblequeen

Reserved by @justmeeeeeeks

Reserved by @theworstsimblr

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[helloescapist]

Hello! I hope you're doing good and that studies aren't too stressful. I read "The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas" recently and loved it, so here's a request inspired by said book. Write it if you want, and if you have time, the last thing I want is to burden you lol

Demon Slayer request (AU, a prompt for you to run with, hurt/comfort) platonic muichiro x male!preteen!reader

Reader breaks his village's only rule and enters the mysterious forest surrounding it, despite the rumours of it being cursed. He meets Muichiro, the immortal guardian of the forest and the last of his kind, as his twin was killed by humans centuries ago.

Though sceptical and cold towards Reader at first, being a human and all, Muichiro grows fond of him as Reader continues to visit. Muichiro and Reader spend lots of time going on adventures and playing together in the forest, learning more about each others' cultures and worldviews. Muichiro is a fun playmate as he is very knowledgeable about the forest and its secrets, even introducing Reader to magic at one point. But then, Reader's little secret is exposed to the village and his friendship with Muichiro is put to the test.

Sorry for the length, got a bit carried away (but hey what else is new)

Full disclosure, this ask sent me back to when I was a child and playing pretend. Days of Ghibli films, and movies like Origin: Spirits of the Past, and because of this, I have gotten carried away with the plot. So, please accept part one of this ask, as there is at minimum, four parts. Whoops. It is also, 6AM when I wrote this, so if it's a little off forgive me.

Whispers of the Woods Part 1

Word Count: 1280

Setting: Muichiro x male!reader

Content Warning(s): fantasy AU, relationship is platonic, slow build

Summary: a gentle hand that guides you home

Cicadas vibrated against the trees, rustling the leaves and rolling upon the ground. The insects greeted the slip of the sunlight, as its lights crept away from the day. Disappeared amongst the trees that bordered the village. The distinct barriers placed erected from lobed wood and hammered into place. Aged from years of service, only the smallest of gaps offered glimpses of life outside of the village. The touch of dusk blossoming against the later hour, the distinct buzz of the insects revealing the warmth of the season. The stagnant of the night, offering heat to the pores of your skin. So small, and new to the world, little chubby fingers that grasped upon the edges of your family home’s veranda. Bright eyes that wandered the slips of the night sky as they peeked across your family home; your mother hard at work collecting the laundry from drying. The length of her kimono, the small frays that nit at the edge of the seams. Aged that claimed the wear of her fabric, all clues that you would not comprehend until it would be far too late.  The length of her hair pinned beneath a cloth as her fingers busied themselves with retrieving the laundry. The hustle of her work, and the assumption that her little one, you would stay in place as you awaited her return. Heedless of the wandering of small children, and the magic of fireflies.

              Their small lights, blinked upon the night sky. As though stars that threatened to fall from the skies, and dance upon your palms. Little hands that desperately reached for their glow, guided from the veranda on wobbly knees. Small and unaccustomed to wandering from your mother’s apron strings. Enthralled and curious as you waddled forward. Little bugs that danced within fingertip’s reach before fluttering just out of your grasp. Blissfully unaware of the landscape that slipped from familiarity, heedless of all of your mother’s warnings Giggled as the safety of your veranda gave way to the shades of trees. Cooed at the flutter of wings as the security of the village disappeared from your sight claimed by trees, and shrubs. Foliage that nicked at your jinbei all in the pursuit of fireflies.

              The damning realization as the fireflies slipped from the night and out of sight upon the echoes of hoos amongst the nights. Bellowed the depths of the nights. The crunch of wood, and skittering of creatures that roamed the unfamiliar terrain. The welp of tears that threatened the corner of your eyelashes. Unable to comprehend the noises that claimed your senses, and sent chills down your spine as you crouched close to the ground, hands clasped upon the fabrics as the sobs spilled from your lips.  Screaming out for your mother, desperate for her to find you, to retrieve you just as she had always done when you had wandered too far, pulled on the cat’s tail, or when the grannies of the village had discovered your round cherub cheeks. Your cries out of her reach, as were hers for yours. Only the rustle of fallen leaves that had submitted to the summer heat skittered across the ground. The growls of animals unseen, appraising easy pray as the snot ebbed from your nose as you found yourself bolting from the noises. The weight of your small body spirited from sight, fading further and further into the woods out of reach of the security of the village. Of your mother and your home. The tears and wallows, screaming for help, the desperate uncertainty of a toddler lost amongst the night as your legs trembled beneath you. Wobbled from leg to leg, fist clenched tight and your ankle snagged by a roots unturned by earth. The burrowing of bunnies revealed it to the surface before its venture to nab you from your dashing amongst the bushes.

              You could feel the cold dirt, the curl of the root across your ankle. Far too young to comprehend what had happened in your flight, or the natural state of the world. All you understood was the fear that coursed through your petite body, and how desperately you yearned for your mother’s embrace. Your cries falling upon the crickets, and rolled into yourself, the touch of mud scrapped against your cheek. Mud furrowed throughout your clothing, leaves that stuck through the odd ends of your hair, and the welp of tears as you struggled to breath. Crying out for your mother, who could not hear you. Only the hoots of distant owls to keep you company in your loneliness, and terror. “Ma-M-Maamaaa.” The ball of your small fists, fending off the tears that rolled off chubby cheeks, the snot that had long since betrayed you. Cooed only by the gentle hand that emerged from the darkness.

              “Sssh,” it whispered sweetly. Delicate in it’s voice, and careful with its speech. Crouched over you as it tended to the sobs that clung to your eyelashes. Tender in its regard to you. Soft and warm, the small touches of its voice gentle, as secure as the world you knew. Dreamy almost in an unfamiliar scent. Far different than you knew of your mother, or the days labor of your father. It did not smell of the laundry pulled from the line, nor did it seem reminiscent of the summer days, but though you were unable to place the smells, you welcomed its embrace. The warmth of its embrace as it tucked your small form into its shoulder.  The cup of your weight born upon its clavicle as the small touch of your nose burrowed into its neck. The last of your cries, heaved from your small chest, and blossomed out of your small framed, accompanied by the soothing pats upon your back as the footsteps fell across the soil.

Unbothered, and unafraid of its surroundings as it pressed past the roots in which you had tumbled. Cross the owls who had taunted your screams. The small risk of bravery, and the soothing touch of the hand that patted your back allowing you the opportunity to peek at the boy who had rescued you from the woods. His appearance, from what you could understand… no older than some of the other boys in the village your senior. The ones who were old enough to follow their fathers through the days works, abandoning their mother’s sides. Pale cheeks that caught amongst the glimpses of moonlight through the trees. Misty blue eyes that momentarily glance down at you, before shuffling your gaze back into the warmth of his shoulder, all too aware of the snot that rubbed across his kimono. Gentle, and soothing as the pad of his feet, and the sway of his steps. The intentional bounce that slowly rocked you to sleep upon his grasp.

              Only your mother’s cries to greet you in the night. The flutter of your own eyes, rubbed of the sleep from your eyes. Confused at your surroundings, all whispers of the forbidden forest, the outside world gone from your vision. Replaced by the comfort of your home. The villagers, all laughing upon your mother’s tears that formed in her eyes. Frightened that she had lost her child to the forest dwellers, the curse that had been uttered at bedtime stories only to discover her little boy curled up under the veranda just out of sight. All of which, you could not understand, only curiously tilt your head at the way her tears swallowed her normally joyful features, or how her voice registered as heavier than normal. Lacking its usual soft tone, soothed only at the delicate way you inquired if, perhaps you could see the boy with the sweet smell once again.

Quickly dismissed as the dream of a little boy.

[ahungeringknife]

365: May 7

Cayde, rightfully, worried about the Guardian. That's how he thought about her in his mind because she couldn't figure out what she wanted to be called. At least not until recently and he was still wrapping his brain around it. But she still smiled. Had been in the Black Garden for days and still smiled. Pujari only dreamed of it between deaths and he never smiled. Not anymore at least. It was like the place sucked the joy out of you.

But she seemed... fine. Untouched by whatever was in there.

He heard her Ghost before he saw them. He was nagging her as he often did. Stand up straight, get some rest, eat something before you passed out. That kinda stuff. Cayde leaned casually against the table. Ikora and Zavala were gone for lunch leaving just him and the Lightless who coordinated the strike offensives. "Well if it isn't my favorite Hunter."

"Don't act surprised to see us, you told us to come here," Ghost said.

"Did I?" Cayde asked and Kassandra moved her helmeted head in such a way that was an eye roll. "How's tricks?"

'Fine,' she signed. The only difference between before and after the Black Garden was she signed more now. He was used to it when she was excited but now she just did it more. He'd messaged her mentor about it but Grey had just said it was fine, she did it all the time Cayde was just finally seeing it.

"When was the last time you ate?"

'Yesterday-

"It was a protein bar and that's it," Ghost tattled on her.

"You try any of the places around the Tower?" Cayde asked, not really waiting for an answer. "It's grub time. We should go."

'I'm busy-

"Of course!" Ghost said. She gave him a look Cayde could feel through her helmet even if it wasn't directed at him.

Cayde slid off the table and slung himself around her shoulders, hand grasping her far arm. "Well then I think you need to try some new food," he said, holding her firm enough that she couldn't dig her heels in and he just dragged her along. "My favorite shop only opens for lunch and since you're with me you'll actually get some food. They run out so fast," Cayde said.

"What is it?" Ghost asked.

"Ramen."

"What's that?" Kassandra asked.

"You don't know? Your mentor's been fucking up," Cayde scoffed as they left the Hall of the Vanguard. "Didn't even take you to a ramen place."

"We've been a little busy of late," Ghost said.

"Grey is a good mentor," she added, almost sounding annoyed Cayde would bad mouth Grey. Which was typical rookie behavior. Had to maintain your mentor's cred after all.

"Lacking if they didn't introduce you to the wonders of broth and noodles," Cayde insisted. Sundance transmatted them both down to a lower part of the Wall where there were eateries and shops along the top. Practically a neighborhood down here. He talked about nothing in particular just whatever came to mind and the Guardian- Kassandra- was a polite listener. You could talk her ear off and she'd just take it.

The eatery was fairly busy but they shoved some stools and tables around to give Cayde and Kassandra a spot. Standing room only at the ramen bar. "You're going to have to take this off to eat," Cayde said, rapping his knuckles on Kassandra's helmet. There were only four things you could order from the menu and Cayde ordered for them both when the waitress came over. He got the cosmically spicy ramen designed almost exclusively for EXO taste buds and for kassandra the normal which was still spicy but nothing too bad.

Kassandra signed, better in this place where it was so loud, after taking off her helmet. 'I was going to play Crucible, you know.'

'Shaxx will live with the disappointment of you standing him up,' Cayde signed back casually, his hands dipping into low hand on some words to make it read as more lackadaisical than normal. Kassandra laughed quietly into her hand. 'How are your friends?' he continued. He didn't normally keep up with every Hunter like this but this... he felt this was important.

'They're fine. Kaley and Rigel finally went on a date.'

'No way!' Cayde waved his hands erratically at that. He knew the two didn't exactly love each other what with Kaley being an upstanding Warlock and Rigel, from what he understood from Glitterbomb and Ikora, was a weirdo.

'Life and death situation you-

"What?" Cayde asked when she stopped herself.

"Uh..."

'What did you do?' he signed seriously.

'Nothing,' and it was so dismissive it made him upset.

'You can tell me. I won't tell the rest of the Vanguard,' he said and made a sign over his chest of a Hunter's Oath. One did not break a Hunter's Oath or it was a century of bad luck.

She grimaced. Then before she could say anything ramen arrived. Cayde let it go. "It's soup?" she asked.

"Ramen," he said.

He was not surprised she was immediately good with the chop sticks but looked at him to see how she should engage with this food. Cayde wasn't hungry exactly but he never missed an excuse for good ramen and this place was the best on the Wall; he dug in. Andal and Tevis had said the way he liked it was hot enough to temporarily damage the inside of their mouths from capsaicin. But by the Traveler it was delicious. He could taste it and that made it the best. Wasn't easy to season some food enough for an EXO to taste it but this place did. Next to him Kassandra mimicked him, using the chop sticks to scoop out the noodles.

She only had one bite before she stopped and looked down at the bowl. "What?" Cayde asked, despite his mouth being full perfectly understandable. "Do you not like it?"

She looked at him and he was taken aback that her purple eyes were almost wet. 'This is the best thing I've ever eaten,' she signed, too emotional for words.

"Right!?" Cayde cried, sucking down the noodles.

"I didn't know food could make you so emotional," Ghost said.

"Don't feel self conscious, Cayde always cries when he finds food he likes too," Sundance said to Kassandra.

"I do not!" Cayde insisted and Kassandra laughed, covering her mouth. "Don't lie to Grey's rookie, she'll believe you and I don't want that getting around," he scolded her. Kassandra was still giggling. "I'm the Vanguard, I don't cry about nothing," he said stoically.

Sundance gave Ghost a look and the two Ghosts rolled their eye. Cayde loved his Ghost. He really did. Sundance was always his better half. But right now he understood why some Guardians shoved their Ghosts into backpacks and pouches.

"This is so good," Kassandra said quietly, almost too quiet to hear in the din. She picked up the spoon and just drank the broth, her eyes closing in complete bliss, a soft sigh on her lips. "It almost-" she looked at her Ghost and Cayde saw a thought shared between them.

"Wow really? I wish I could taste then," Ghost said.

"Me too. It's so good," she said and gently tweaked one of his fins. Cayde wondered what that was about.

"Glad we finally got some real food in you," Cayde said. He then looked at Sundance and she knew exactly what he wanted. She nodded slightly. "Enjoy, it's on me," he added to Kassandra as she was stuffing more noodles and cutlet into her mouth. She just gave him a thumbs up, contently eating her ramen. He made sure Sundance had contacted Mr. Grey about Kassandra eating today and just in his mind Sundance played Mr. Grey's voice, almost like a comm in his head.

"You beat us to it. Grey was about to shove an entire steak in her mouth," Mr. Grey said. Cayde just chuckled and ate his own ramen.

[0junemeatcleaver0]

𝚁𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝙲𝚘𝚘𝚕

Rating: T

Warnings: nausea related to drinking (no one throws up but the process is mentioned)

Summary: Armand introduces Marius to a fun new game he's learned.

Takes place in chapter two of Angelheaded, between when Armand started hanging out with Skunk and him catching a cold.

He stumbles back to Pandora’s with a mild buzz, giggling to himself. He's perhaps the only boy in all of America whose guardians wouldn't think to yell at him for coming home at a quarter to three in the morning. No need to sneak in and pretend to be soberly getting a glass of water from the kitchen.

He's spent the last four hours in the home of some girl with bright yellow hair celebrating her parents being out of town. The house had been jam packed with people and he knows he reeks of skunky weed and other people's sweat. But the beer isn't the only thing that has his dull nerves zinging under his skin.

Armand has learned a new trick tonight and he rushes hastily up the stairs towards the study, ready to show Marius.

He finds him as always behind the desk, writing in his journal. Marius glances up at him, half-weary, half-amused.

"I see you've had your share of fun." He observes wryly.

"I did." Armand smiles lopsidedly. "I learned a new game."

"Did you?"

"Mhm. I wanna show you." He can feel himself getting giddier by the second, his stomach a tight ball of nerves exploding into butterflies.

"Armand," Marius chuckles, capping his fancy pen and sitting back I his chair, "I've been around the block quite a few times, as they say. I'm quite sure whatever party game you've learnt tonight, I've known for many years."

"So you've played Too Hot, then?"

That shuts him up for a moment, silent as he regards Armand with a cocked brow.

"No," he states slowly, "I can't say that I have."

"C'mere, please." Armand requests, making grabby hands until Marius rises to join him near the door.

He towers over Armand like he always does, but for some reason Armands drunk mind fixates on it. He finds himself just staring up at him, transfixed for a long moment before he softly says, "Armand?"

"Yeah." Armand regroups, tries to focus. "Yeah. So, Too Hot. Um. The way you play is you get a partner--so that's you--"

"I gathered."

"--and--hush! And the two of you kiss. But you're not allowed to touch each other. You can only touch your partner with your mouth. No hands. And, um..."

He trails off as Marius crowds a bit closer to him. Armand can see the barely concealed laughter in the man's eyes. And behind it, heat.

"And uh...the first one to touch their partner with their hands loses." He finishes.

"And you think you will win this game?" Marius inquires softly, face dipping closer to Armand's.

"I, uhh..." He can feel Marius’s breath ghosting cool over his already warm skin. His head feels foggy and stuffed with cotton. He knows he'll lose but getting to make out with a determined Marius seems like trophy enough to him. "I'd like to try."

Marius laughs. "Make me proud, then." He mumbles, closing the distance between them. It's a chaste kiss at first, Marius showing him enough mercy to take it easy on him--allowing him to relax into the kiss before he deepens it.

Despite having kissed six girls and a couple of guys when playing this game at the house party, Armand still feels clumsy and out of his depth.

When Marius licks over the seam of his lips, it's with much more care and finesse than Armand’s peers. Part experience, part having done this with Armand once before, it is perhaps unfair to compare them to Marius.

Armand sighs, parting his lips to allow Marius to lick into his mouth. His knees begin to feel like gelatin, which he blames on the beer and having to stand on tiptoes to better reach Marius’s mouth.

They kiss for a few moments more as Armand stretches higher onto his toes before allowing himself to fall back onto his heels.

"Hey!" He scowls, "You're cheating!!"

"How so?" Marius's eyes sparkle mischievously at him.

"You're trying to make me lose balance!!" Armand accuses.

Marius laughs again, holding his hands up I a gesture of surrender. Scowling slightly still, Armand moves into Marius’s personal space, ready to try again.

Marius dips his head again, pausing just shy of Armand's lips so that he has to come up on the balls of his feet to press their mouths together.

This time, Armand is the one to lick over Marius's lips, suppressing a smile when Marius opens up to him. He moans when Marius sucks his tongue and bites down gently.

He breathes a soft, "Oh" when Marius releases him with a quiet hum. Armand realizes he's made a terrible mistake when Marius brings his hands up to brace against the wall behind Armand.

Two can play at this game, he thinks, reaching back to press his own hands against the wall. Marius chuckles into his mouth and takes control of the kiss. He has to bend down further when Armand’s knees finally start to give and he presses his back into the wall to keep himself upright.

It's not the beer.

He can feel how flushed his face is, how his dick has started to fill out in his jeans. He wonders if Marius is being effected to and the thought that he might be makes him moan again.

Marius nips at his lower lip and soothes it with his tongue. Armand can feel himself panting into the kiss but can do nothing to stop himself. The tip of Marius's tongue traces a vague pattern on the roof of Armand's mouth in a way that tickles. A sensation that shoots straight to his dick. He whines softly, the noise illiciting a groan from Marius.

They're stuck in a feedback loop--Marius doing something that makes Armand moan, the moan making Marius finesse more noises from the boy and so on.

It occurs to Armand that the rules don't say anything about kissing places other than the mouth--a vision of Marius kissing down his neck takes form in his mind and he thinks how incredible it would feel to have Marius kiss him there. Like that night at the motel.

Distantly, he hears Marius groan.

Yes, he thinks, he wants to feel Marius’s lips there, pressing into the skin of his throat--to feel his breath there against him.

He tries to remember that night. Almost everything but his panic is a blur in his mind now. He remembers Marius cradling his head, remembers lips pressed to his thundering pulse. Remembers a slight sting like maybe he turned his neck at the wrong angle--

Marius leans in closer, growling softly as his hair curtains their faces, blotting out the light surrounding them.

--and a moment of pure bliss before the wall of sleep crashed down on him.

I want him to kiss me like that again. Armand thinks.

Marius slides his lips to Armand’s cheek and then lower, pressing kisses into his jaw. Armand’s heart leaps in his chest, heart beginning to hammer harder the closer Marius gets to his throat. Marius groans, cupping the back of Armand's head when he finally presses a kiss to his pulse point.

He kisses the spot again and again, each press of his lips lingering for longer and longer before Marius opens his mouth to press a sucking kiss to Armand's throat, his fingers tightening in his auburn curls--

"I win!" Armand gasps, his eyes snapping open.

Marius hums inquisitively before it sinks in and he pulls back, annoyed and slightly dazed. "Damn." Armand thinks he hears Marius mutter.

"I won!" Armand beams, beginning to hope happily in place. "I won! I--" His beer-drenched gut sloshes dangerously, his saliva growing thin in his mouth. "I think I'm going to be sick."

"Here, child," Marius takes him by the elbow and begins leading him carefully toward the bathroom. "I will hold your hair back."

[wyvern-walkthroughs]

~ Part 5: Iki Town Festival

As you walk up the steps and come into Iki Town you're greeted by festive music, townsfolk out and about and mingling with eachother, and children playing with their Pokémon. In front of you the back end of an Alolan Exeggutor is seen walking off into the town. Kahuna Hala walks over to you and explains that the festival is held to give thanks to the island's Guardian Deity, Tapu Koko. He claims it's small but that all the townspeople have fun.

Up ahead, Hau is seen standing beside his starter Pokémon. He says he was waiting for you and expresses shock at you not understanding what would be happening later. From behind you Prof. Kukui and Lillie walk up. Kukui explains that the festival will hold a battle ceremony to please the island's Guardian Deity. Lillie says she dislikes Pokémon battles but promises to watch you battle.

Kahuna Hala approaches you and heals your Pokémon for you, afterwards asking if you're ready to battle.

—

As you and Hau step up to the battle arena Kahuna Hala says a short prayer and introduces the two of you to the crowd. Hau is introduced as Hala's grandson and the boy claims he's only here to battle for fun, no matter the outcome.

- BATTLING HAU

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The outcome is the same regardless of if you win or lose the battle. Hau is ecstatic about the battle even if he loses, merely battling for fun. Hala mutters about hoping the Island Deity enjoyed watching the fight as well only to hear a loud, crackling call echo through the skies, confirming his hopes.

Hala then goes over to you saying he wishes to give you something. He hands you a wristband which you put on, labeled as the "Z-Power Ring". Hala explains that the Z-Power Ring can draw out hidden Z-Power in Pokémon and that he made the wristband from the Sparkling Stone you handed to him the other day.

Hala claims that to be able to use Z-Power, you'll need to undergo the "Island Challenge". Professor Kukui chimes in and tells you that you'll need to visit all four of the islands in Alola during the Island Challenge and the end goal is to become the Island Challenge Champion. Hau expresses excitement to this idea and Hala talks about the journey across the islands being like a rite of passage or annual test for young Trainers once they reach 11 years of age.

Hala gifts you and Hau with Island Challenge Amulets, talismans that let you access areas and routes involved with the Challenge. Hau is ecstatic about this as the festival draws to an end.

On your way home Lillie talks with you about hoping to meet the Island Deity someday to thank it for saving Nebby. After you leave, the two mysterious figures in weird suits investigate the town, talking about high aura readings connected to the Island's Deity and the Z-Ring. It is revealed that these two are part of a group known as the Ultra Recon Squad.

When you get back home your mother talks to you about allowing you to participate in the Island Challenge.

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~ ◀️ [PART 4: RETURN TO ROUTE 1]

~ [PART 6: KUKUI'S HOUSE] ▶️

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[ironwoodscollective]

New System Blog

Hello! We're the Iron Woods Collective. We're a small system consisting of a host and three fictive alters. We only just accepted that we are a system in the last couple of months. As such, we're still doing a lot of learning. We are most likely traumagenic, although we suspect there may be some other influences at play in combination with trauma. We do now know who all of the alters are, so that's progress from where we were a month ago. We're keeping this blog as a way to sort of record that progress.

There are four of us who will post here, some more frequently than others, in all likelihood. So we'd like to give you a rundown of who's here and how we'll differentiate who's speaking. Tumblr doesn't make that particularly easy, so we'll be using emojis. So these are the system members. The first up is Rowan. Rowan is the host. They're genderqueer/genderfluid and use they/them or xe/xir pronouns. They are also alterhuman. Rowan will distinguish their posts by putting the 📗 emoji in the title and/or at the very beginning of the post. Next is Firekeeper. Firekeeper is a fictive and identifies as female and therefore uses she/her pronouns. She identifies more as a wolf than a woman. She is the system guardian and she and her brother, Blind Seer, work together to protect the system. Firekeeper will distinguish her posts by putting the 🔥 emoji in the title and/or at the beginning of the post. Which brings us to Blind Seer. Blind Seer is also a fictive and identifies as male, so he uses he/him pronouns. Blind Seer is the system caretaker. He makes sure the body is looked after. Firekeeper is his sister and together they make sure the system is protected from both internal and external threats. Unlike his sister, who is physically human, Blind Seer is a wolf in all senses. He will distinguish his posts by putting the 🐺 emoji in the title and/or at the beginning of the post. And the last member is Angel Dust. Like the other two, he is a fictive. Unlike the rest of the system, he is not a wolf. Angel is the first responder. He helps get the system through crises and helps with day to day things. Angel will distinguish his posts by putting the 💎 emoji in the title and/or at the beginning of the post.

If you're curious about the sources of the fictive system members, they are from media Rowan has a strong attachment to. The Firekeeper Saga novels, Firekeeper's and Blind Seer's source, is a book series about a woman raised by wolves learning to navigate the human world with her brother by her side. Rowan came across the series when they were still coming to terms with their alterhumanity and it continues to be a comfort nearly a decade and a half later. As to Angel Dust, he comes from Hazbin Hotel, a cartoon intended for adults and set in a very colorful imagining of Hell. The show and its spinoff have been one of Rowan's hyperfixations for nearly a year now. We feel this is a pretty good place to stop. We'll try to all introduce ourselves over the next few days. Until then ciao!

[petitelepus]

How would the dads react if dadsona have four daughters instead of just one? I think it might be fun if Dadsona had a big family :)

AAAAH, MY FIRST DREAM DADDY ASK!

The Dad is staring at the sight before him. You're sitting on a couch and enjoying coffee with your daughters. You had invited your boyfriend to meet the rest of your family, but this was not what they expected at all.

"Oh, honey! You made it!" You said happily, getting up from your spot and dragging your man to the center of the room to show him off to your daughters. They're almost perfect copies of you if they all weren't different ages.

"This is my oldest Meri! She draws comics and can spell alphabet backward."

"Pleased to meet you." Meri greets him and the Dad can feel confidence radiating from your eldest with her firm handshake.

"This one is Suvi! She wants to become a writer and has friends in Europe!"

"Dad..." Suvi mumbled, obviously embarrassed, but she did shake hands with the Dad. "Nice to meet you."

"This is my second youngest Lilja! She is studying to become an art teacher and has piercings!"

"It's finally great to put a face in my father's stories about you," Lilja said with a kind smile, the piercing on her face moving lightly.

"You already know her, but last, but not least, Amanda!"

"Gee, thanks, dad." Amanda rolled her eyes, but she was smiling.

"My family is filled with creative souls!" You were all smiles and filled with proudness when you turned towards your beloved. "So? What do you think?"

Craig

"Bro..." The athlete said before smiling happily. "Bro! You always said you wanted a big family!"

"It's a dream come true!" You laughed and Craig smiled. "Bro, we need to get our kids together and make one super team!"

He is honestly happy for you and excited by the idea of Briar, Hazel, and River meeting your daughters. You could all go out to a family dinner at the pizza place and movies and even more!

Robert

"Holy shit. There are more...! "

They all look alike and so much like you. The man thinks your daughters could be actual clones and you're their guardian that the government has put in charge of the girls.

Like, Robert had his hands full with Val, but you actually have 4 kids and girls on top of that?! How haven't you gone crazy yet?

Brian

Takes a good look at your family and goes like, "Well, I'll be damn! You have a real dream team here!"

You're smiling, smug that you beat Brian, but the joy doesn't stop there. Brian asks if your daughters would like to meet Daisy and while Amanda knew the 10 years old, your other daughters didn't.

So imagine when they finally meet Daisy, they are taken aback by how smart she is and you can see Brian smiling. The score was a tie. Well played Brian.

Damien

"My, what a lovely family you have!" Damien says and smiles, but inside he is excited. How marvelous! The goth immediately thought how Lucien could like your daughters.

Hold on. Your eldest... Does she draw comics? What kind? Could they perhaps be...? Yaoi?

He makes sure to ask from you because he is too shy to actually ask directly but he will later when the two of you are settling in the bed. Until then, he lets his imagination run wild.

Mat

"Oh, wow, uh, nice to meet you all!" Mat introduces himself as he nervously looks from one daughter to another. He thinks he might pass out because of how nervous he was.

He wanted to give a good first impression, but he can feel your daughters looking at him and-!

Suddenly you grasp his hand and hug him sideways and the cool dad relaxes notably. Your daughters ask a question or two and Mat sees they aren't as scary as the first thought. He actually looks up to the time when he can introduce Carmensita to them.

Joseph

"You weren't kidding when you said you have a big family," Joseph said but he was smiling. The man loved family time and kids, why else he has so many himself?

Though, while Joseph had experience with younger kids and rebellious youngsters, he didn't really have any experience with older kids.

Wants to show your kids to his own and invite them to bake together for the church's bake sale.

Hugo

He actually had a slight hunch about your daughters. When he started teaching Amanda, he could tell he had heard your family name from somewhere...

So he did a little digging and found out your other daughters had studied in the same school where he taught at.

"It's always a pleasure to see old students thrive in life," Hugo says with a smile and fixes his glasses. "I would love to hear how your life is after school."

[sapphicanarchist]

you know what? fuck it i hate all might

there has been a recent uptick in positive all might/dadmight posts recently, and i'm 90% sure the recent arc was meant to underline just how bad for deku all might was.

Their first interaction did not do him any favours. All Might destroyed a kid's dreams on a roof, after a traumatic encounter with a sludge villain, then left him alone on said roof after pushing on him a huge state secret, with no inquiries as to his mental health or how he would be dealing with this... everything.

Not including his attempts to push izuku off mid-air, or his oversight at leaving izuku with adults who would be better equipped to deal with a child recently encountering a villain.

Then he gave him this huge ass power, did not explain the cons or anything about this power (although he had Ten. Months. to do so) and instead encouraged him on his bone-breaking exercises, until recovery girl rightfully chewed him out. then he hit deku (slightly out of context, i admit but dude. you aren't the kid's parents and do not have the guardian's permission for Any of what you're doing, do not hit the child.)

Also, speaing of deku's parents. deku was 14 when all might fed him his hair. FOUR. TEEN. Do you know what that means? he could not give consent to any medical or physical modifications on his body. Things a quirk which breaks bones and might kill you, kinda fall under. But all might told him to keep the secret safe from his own Mom, essentially isolating him from any adult who could help.

He didn't even introduce Gran Torino until much much later, although he himself admitted that Gran Torino was much better equipped to handle the ins and outs of the quirk than all might was. but Nada. Nothing. THEN he has the audacity to promise inko to keep her child safe when he is the reason her child was in danger in the first place (a promise he doesn't keep a la using him as afo bait in the recent arc without even informing inko... bastard) knowing full well the limits of his own body, and while keeping secrets from her AND deku.

Bakugo calls him out on his keeping secrets bulshit but all might doesn't stop keeping secrets, no, he keeps it tight to the chest until deku is in danger. AGAIN.

Like, nothing about all of this inspires trust or responsibility, this is just reckless child endangerment without the knowledge of an actual guardian in place.

It's somewhat worse, cause all might is an authority figure on two counts (pro-hero and teacher), he SHOULD know better but he leaves his own class high and dry and plays pretty explicit favourites with deku and -to a lesser extent- bakugo. the dude SUCKS. he is suspicious and sketchy as hell (like, dumbledore and harry sketchy, endeavour and dabi sketchy.) and i'm so tired of "dadmight" because he shouldn't even be around deku as a teacher, not to talk of as a parent.

[astro-pioneer]

Purple Cloud Glasses 『Shinsou x Reader』

In honour of my tired self. Here's some fluff to angst (:

The most iconic thing about you were the cloud sunglasses you always wore. You had multiple pairs, as proven by the different colours that changed every day. Cloud shape with raindrops attached with chains. Shinsou always liked the purple pair you owned.

His liked your quirk too.

Sleep powder, it was called. You could produce it from any body part and works when inhaled. You failed the entrance exam due to that. Kind of like him. You two bonded over that when you first conversed in 1-C. Well, more like you flicked some at him due to seeing his eye bags and he passed out for a minute, but who needs specifics?

"Hey, Shinsou," you muttered while turning to him, the pink raindrops swinging lightly before resting on your cheeks, "did anyone offer you anything? I know internships are only for the hero courses, but I heard Eraserhead mention how the entrance exam was irrational during your fight with the green sheep. Plus, Midnight came up to me." He blinked. Who was the green sheep? It took him a second before he wanted to smack himself. He only had one fight.

Shinsou raised an eyebrow at you. "You mean Midoriya? But yeah, he came up to me. Why, wondering if he asked the same thing Midnight did?" A few seconds pass with no response. "(L/N)?"

You blinked, "Hm? Oh, yeah. She told me that the place we'll be practicing will be occupied by another teaching and someone else from here so I assumed you due to your quirk." Shinsou sometimes hated how perceptive you were. His distasteful face did all the talking. You grinned, "Good. I won't be alone then."

Dorm life with you was fine. You were mindful of others, him especially. Your music and television were never too loud, if you spoke it was never at a volume for anyone to hear what you're saying. He liked having you as a neighbour. But, it was when he studied with you and saw you finally relaxed and more yourself that you two really connected to one another.

He was told to just walk right in when he was ready, so that's what he did. The sky blue glasses that you wore today found their place on the display shelves that held all the other pairs. "Can I have one?" You didn't even look up.

"When I'm dead, sure. Choose a pair." Shinsou looked at them all. You had multiple colours, some even the same but different shades. He trailed his eyes to the row of purple glasses you had, trying on every pair before choosing the shade in the middle. Keeping them on, he turned to you for your opinion. "I don't have to look at you to know that you look nice," you muttered smoothly.

He choked.

That incident set back the studying for a few minutes before Shinsou moved over to you. Music played quietly in the background as you helped each other with the math homework from that day. "I'm Jared, 19..." You caught his attention, making him look up and watch as you stared deadly at the problem you were confused on.

"And I'm Michael with a B. You gotta simplify it first, dumbass."

He realized he hasn't seen or heard from you in a while after the third day. He voiced his concerns to the homeroom teacher but all they did was dodge the question by mentioning something coming up. It was suspicious, so Shinsou decided to try to find answers himself. The first place he tried was, obviously, your dorm room.

It was locked. You never lock it due to him.

He decided that, during the weekend, he'll stop by your house to see if you're there. Yes, good plan, he mentally applauded himself. That never happened though.

During the evening of Friday, five days after he made his plan to visit your house, he got a knock on his door. The only person who even bothered him was you, but you've been gone the whole week. A small ray of hope shone in his head; what if it was you and you just had a family emergency? That was his thought process as he lifted himself up and off his bed and to the door.

Nothing but a small rectangular box was outside his door. A small tag reading 'Shinsou' on the front was neatly put on the top. He was even more suspicious of the whole situation, as that was your handwriting. Cautiously, he picked it up and placed it on his desk, taking the note that was under the tag first.

Hey, Shinsou. Seeing as though you're reading this, it seems as though something has happened to me. Before I tell what, I just want you to know that you were always my favourite person. Always was, always will be. Now, the explanation: I was diagnosed with juvenile Huntington's disease when I was four. Since I got it so young, the symptoms were worse than they would've been with someone who got it when they were in their 30s. I'm sorry from keeping this from you.

I was removed from school after a big drop of my performance happened. It was then revealed how badly the symptoms had gotten, too. However, I don't want to give my whole life story on this small sheet of paper. I want to say sorry. Sorry for getting so attached to you and allowing you to become attached to me. I do not regret being your friend, I just wish I didn't have to leave you.

The last part of the note was written by your guardian.

Our house will always be open to you, Shinsou. From how (Y/N) talked about you, I could tell you would've been introduced to me as someone more than a friend. Please, do visit if you like and can. I'd love to get to know you at the same level (Y/N) did.

Shinsou couldn't even finish reading the note, the tears that pooled in his eyes blurring his view. After reading that, he knew what was in the box. He didn't want to open it, as that'd confirm what the note implied. But he did anyway.

Sitting in the padded interior was a pair of purple sunglasses shaped like a cloud with raindrops attached to the bottom with chains. He choked out a sob when he slid them on.

[sunarintoes]

Dear Whovever: [Kenma]

Synopsis: You and Kenma are both best friends and youtube gamers however you want to be more than just best friends so you decide to ‘man up’ one day and write a heart felt confession in a minecraft notebook before then putting it in Kenma’s personal chest.

WC: 3K

TW: slight swearing :)

[Episode one]

[recording in 3… 2… 1… start!] 

“Hey gamers, Kodzuken here with Tulip-but-make-it-yellow! I've done a few Minecraft videos with Tulip before, but thought I'll start a new series that will be posted every Monday.”

“It's called Minedays with Tulip and Kodzu”

“I- no, Tulip. I'm not sure what we’re gonna call it. But you guys will know- obviously since it's the title of this video.”

You whine and pout into the monitor, “Kodzu I think Minedays is a cute name.” 

Instead of replying Kenma rolls his eyes and hits you ingame. “Should we introduce the challenge and get it started?”

“Yeah that's a good idea!” 

“Well, it's about eleven am right now, we have until eleven pm to build a Minecraft house from a random topic,” he pauses and moves to the side to point to a sectioned spinwheel, “on this bad boy,” whacks the spinner, “we have eight different themes, in a sec I’ll spin it and whatever it lands on will be what we have to build.”

You let out a high pitched ‘hmm,’ “I feel bad for Kuroo and Hinata, they’re both going to have to edit twelve hours of footage down to 10 minutes!”

Kenma chuckles, “fifteen minutes actually.”

This time you roll your eyes. “Hurry up and spin it you fool! I want to get buildinggg” 

Smiling, Kenma moves back a bit and spins the wheel, after thirty seconds full of anticipation the wheel finally stops and its small arrow is pointing at- “Yes! Cottage core theme!” you yell out while Kenma groans. 

“Really? That's lame why couldn't we have ‘Lucifer’s Bedroom’?” 

You poke your tongue out to the monitor - which Kenma could see, after all, you are in a Discord call with him. “Don't be sad just because you're prancing in my turf…. Looooooser!”

Kenma playfully glares towards you, “You’re on! See you in twelve hours!”

Unfortunately, the difficulty of building a cottage core house in the woods - in survival mode, proved more difficult than planned. 

“We spawned in a desolate area huh? Barely any flowers!” you hear Kenma make a sound of agreement as you sink into your comfortable ‘gamer’ styled chair. 

“Don't tell me you've given up? Just because you can't find any flowers?” 

You scowl at his cocky tone however your mood does a one-eighty when you suddenly get a good idea. “Ok everyone! I know what I have to do! I'm going to restart in another place because this isn’t working!”

Kenma makes a sound of surprise, “you're restarting? It's been an hour already-”

“Yeah and we have, like... eleven more.” Kenma sighs in response, “better get a move on.”

For the most part, the two of you kept quiet - not wanting to let the other know how well you were doing. However one look at your phone only to see that your twitter has blown up, you decide to take a short break, after all it has been four hours of you sitting on your ass playing Minecraft. Once you open Twitter you're met with a barrage of tags and mentions - all of which screaming ‘KenYn’ and ‘Kodzutulip.’ You felt heat rise to your face, you - yes you, Ln Yn with the online alias Tulip-but-make-it-yellow, has a big, fat, humongous crush on your best friend and fellow youtuber - Kenma, aka Kodzuken aka the cutest guy in the world. To make it worse - or better, you couldn't really tell, was that many of your viewers shipped you with him - as did his viewers. 

You are of course, happy with this but you can’t help but wonder if Kenma feels the same way, does he feel weirded out by all this shipping content? Does he find it uncomfortable? Does he find it unsettling to be shipped with his in-real-life best friend?

“Hey Yn?” Kenma calls softly, “you've been looking at your phone for the past ten minutes and your face looks sad.”

You instantly look up to meet Kenma’s face and try to find the right words to say, “I… I’m just kinda tired and eventually got distracted!! Sorry Kenken!”

Kenma visibly cringes at the old nickname - the one you gave him in primary school, “if you say so… better get your head in the game though - my mansion looks epic.”

Your eyes narrow, “mansion? The theme is cottage core!” Kenma quietly chuckles in response, “a mansion can still have a fairy aesthetic, you should know that”

You huff in faux annoyance as you place your phone away and ‘get your head in the game’ just as he requested. “Be prepared to be crushed! I am the cottage core guardian!”

There are ten minutes left to your’s and Kenma’s excruciatingly long Minecraft challenge, your ass hurts from sitting on it for almost twelve straight hours - including bathroom breaks. When the buzzer rings the two of you step back from your respective buildings and make your way to the starting point - which had been marked by a stack of 20 or so dirt blocks. 

“Well that was twelve hours of eye straining torture,” you say as you stretch your arms. 

“You're tired already?”

“Kinda… I can't wait to go to sleep after this.”

“Weak, I’m playing Battlefield as soon as this is over.”

You roll your eyes and scoff, “this is why you look like a living corpse in the morning…”

Kenma looks you dead in the eyes and with a completely serious face he says, “yeah but you love it.”

You choke on your spit at his boldness, “y-yeah I guess.” 

If you were being honest, you were not the best at reading people and it was dark in Kenma’s gaming room, the only light coming from his three screen/monitor computer setup, but you think you see a light blush creep up to his cheeks. And you hate it, you hate when he says things that make your heart flutter, you hate it when he just sits there and the digital glow accentuates all of his delicate features, but what you hate most is yourself. You hate yourself because you have fallen in love with your best friend, you hate yourself because you know he doesn't like you back and you hate that you continuously give yourself a sense of false hope. 

“Yn… you want to stay up and game with me don’t you? ”

You sheepishly look to the side, ‘mayhaps.’

Kenma sighs looking at you with a soft face as he whispers “then I won’t play Battlefield and I’ll go to bed and so will you, ‘kay?”

You smile tiredly at him, “sounds like a deal.”

“We'll get back on at the same time tomorrow and we’ll do the final part of this video - the reveal. Until then.”

You smile and wave at the camera “cya soon~”

[recording over]

After your call with Kenma ended you got ready for bed but for some reason, no matter how tired you were, you just couldn't fall asleep - your mind was screaming obscene ideas that you couldn't help but contemplate. At first it was just wishful thinking but then came a thought that refused to leave, ‘confess.’ 

It was a tempting thought, but how? Surely you couldn't just say ‘hey Kenma I've liked you since high school lets date!’ yeah no, that was a horrible idea. Maybe if you confessed with some originality he would be more likely to accept but for now, you were going to do your best to go to sleep.

[Episode two]

[recording in 3… 2… 1… start!] 

In the morning you woke up feeling refreshed and excited for the day to come, Kenma had texted you and asked if you were feeling up to recording the reveal from last night and episode two today and of course you said yes. 

The video goes on without any troubles and soon you find yourself staring at the computer screen at eleven once again. 

“Remember to like, subscribe and comment below on who you think won this round.” Kenma’s voice is soothing - if you had to describe it you would say that it is silky like honey and smooth like dark chocolate; or maybe you would just say his voice is perfect. Kenma waves to the screen monitor, “hello? Earth to Yn! Are you dead or something? You look like a zombie.”

It takes a while to register, you weren’t really paying attention to the words he said as you were more interested in the way he sounded. You sit up and smile into the camera, “I'm awake… thanks for caring!”

He scoffs and swivels in his chair a bit, “I don't care about you, you're just my idiot best friend and flatmate.”

You playfully narrow your eyes, “well this idiot flatmate of yours helped you bake apple pie so you wouldn’t starve to death!”

“Hmmm, I guess. Well I'm going to head off. I'll see you later.”

You smile softly, “yeah I'll see you later, i'm just gonna stay on for a while.”

Kenma looks at you with an intrigued expression, “you're going to stay up longer? Better not be in this world, that's cheating. Want me to stay up with you?”

You roll your eyes and giggle, “it's all good I want to fix my house up in the other world. I'll see you tomorrow.”

He sighs, “if you say so.”

[recording over]

Your chair rolls back as you stretch, “maybe I should confess to him through a Minecraft journal…” you jump up. “Thats it! Thats a great way to confess! Its original and Kenma would appreciate it…. If he accepts my feelings that is…” 

You groan and slump back down into the chair, “maybe it’s best if I don't confess at all. No! I've wanted to do this for years! If he doesn't like me back it's all good! Maybe I just won't do this on a stream!”

You reach over to the bench and pull up your phone, “who to call, mmm ok let’s call Alisa I’m going to need some emotional support!”

“Hey gamers, Kodzu here in another Minecraft live stream, today we’re just in mine and Yn’s regular world and i'm going to build a house - a cottage to be specific,” he pauses and looks at the comment section; ‘no Yn isn't here right now, no Yn won't be joining this video, no I didnt know shes streaming at the moment, yes my favourite food is apple pie, yes I have a calico cat, no Yn is not my significant other, yes we are just friends.’ Kenma moves back and takes a breath, “wow you guys sure are interested in Yn huh? Maybe I should get them in more videos, might get more views that way,” he laughs a bit.

“Let's start off by heading to my base, I have the materials I’ll need there- oh uh what's this?” Kenma pauses as he stares at the foreign object, “I don't remember having a written book in my chest… maybe Yn went in here and put it in?”

Kenma stares at the book for a while before he opens it, only to be shocked. The comment section notices the blush on his face and continue to spam him with questions:

[kodzusbabe]: what's in that diary!!

[Kenmastan]: hahAAAHHA LOOK HE’S SO RED IN THE FACE

[piefacecutie]: ^^ omg you're so right @/Kenmastan hes so cute 💓

[Kenmaxyn]: I hope it's a confession!

[ynhater]: @/Kenmaxyn from who? Cause I didn't do it and I'd be the only one for Kenma oppAr

[kennismaken]: I hope it’s Yn! They’d be such a cute couple

[applepudding]: umm? Kodzu! Why did he get up and leave??

[ynhater]: babe come back!

[Kenmaxyn]: OMG MAYBE IT WAS YN !!!!

After your late night call with Alisa, you decided it would be best to just do it and then ignore Kenma for the day - well, not ignore him per se, just simply decline all his Discord calls and Facetime calls so you could put off being rejected a little while longer. You woke up with a throbbing headache that you could only blame yourself for, after all you are the dumbass who stayed up until God knows when just to write a heartfelt confession. Eventually the angst of waiting for a message from Kenma overwhelmed you and here you are now; streaming Overwatch to get your mind off of a certain someone.

“Ah no! Cant believe that stupid Hanzo got me! What a pain!” you frown at the screen and let out a sigh, “the round is over… bummer. Well while we wait an eternity for the next round I guess I should answer some of your questions… oh? I didn't know Kenma was streaming, no I’m not dating him… “ you feel your heart sink as you read the next comment; “what do you mean Kenma ran away after reading a book? Was he unhappy?”

The next moments felt like a blur, your heart was heavy and you felt tears well up in your eyes and somehow you missed the sound of someone breaking into your apartment and then your bedroom. Within a second you feel someone wrap their arms around you from behind, your body tenses up but immediately relaxes when you recognise the perpetrators scent; sweet yet salty, like caramel toffee.

“Kenma! W-what are you doing?”

“I like you too… I have for so long.”

Your eyes widen and it doesn't take too long for a smile to appear on your face, “I'm so glad to hear that.”

You feel him smile into your neck as his embrace tightens, “finish up your livestream so we can talk please.” 

“You don't need to tell me twice!”

It is eleven at night once again, but this time you’re not sitting alone in your gaming chair, instead you're sitting on Kenma’s lap - in his gaming chair as he slowly runs his hands through your hair and softly kisses your neck.

“So everyone’s pretty much freaking out over us huh?” you hum in response, “we’ve been officially together for what? Five hours?”

“Correct you are.”

You smile and hold up your phone while you continue to cuddle into him, “smile baby, I want the whole world to know that you're my player two.”

[Bonus - the love letter]

Dear Kenma,

This must be so strange - finding a journal in your chest. 

I have wanted to tell you this for quite a while and I guess I have never found the write words to say; or the right way to for that matter,

But I love you

I have loved you since our first year at Nekoma

It's been a while hasn’t it?

I'm sorry if this inconveniences you, makes you uncomfortable or makes you never want to see me again; 

Just let me continue for a little while longer because I need to get this off of my mind.

I love your smile - especially the rare one where you really smile, where your eyes crinkle and your cheeks begin to hurt 

I love your voice - it’s smooth and silky, like honey being spread across bread

I love your scent - it reminds me of salted caramel,  I can never get enough 

I love your mind - the way it works to make me laugh, make me calm and all else

I love your lips - not necessarily in a sexual way, but more so in the way you talk and speak, they move softly and slowly in a way only your lips could move in.

I love your body - how although you're hunched most of the time you still possess a fine elegance in the way you move. How at times it reminds me of a graceful swan floating down a lake. 

I love your hands - they are so pretty and dainty and soft, I want to hold them all day and all night

And most of all;

I love you

I love you in your entire

I could go ahead and pick the parts I love most and least but then you would no longer be you

I love you in your entire

Flaws and all

I know this may not be the most romantic, especially considering you’re reading this through Minecraft and I've never done this before but I had to let you know

Love 

Yn

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note: sooo this is another style that i tried and i have mixed feelings about it :) also if you can’t tell,,, i’ve never written a love letter before :’)

[bearpillowmonster]

I tried to keep my Zero Mission review relatively spoiler free but I felt that I really wanted to talk about this section: The Space Pirate Mothership.

In the NES game, you beat Mother Brain and that's it, that's the final boss. But with Zero Mission, it continues onward. After you escape, these pirates shoot your ship down and try to take you captive. You're stripped of your suit and all your abilities and are left with a mere plasma pistol and your jumping and crawling.

Your pistol is only used for getting debris out of the way, it can freeze enemies for a short moment but it won't kill them so instead, you have to run. It takes the idea of the base game that you just played and flips it on its head. You're basically powerless and rather than having to go through each section to find out where you're going to go. There's really only one path. This path is not linear but you will be prevented from heading any other way so you don't have to worry about it and just get away from these pirates.

They can do what you do, climbing on walls, crawling in the ducts, so it's either outrun them or find a slick little hiding place. This feels similar to the EMMI system that they introduced just recently in Dread. But I personally think it sounds harder than it actually is. You eventually come to the ruins, a deja-vu moment as you're greeted to a flashback of Samus' past. She's been here before. This is how she gets her suit...but she must fight for it. Unable to fight up to this point, how do you beat this guardian? He's holding a mirror that if you shoot, it will only hurt yourself. Well you dodge his attacks and for a brief moment, a runic symbol will appear on the mirror, that's where and when you shoot. Get all four symbols and you are granted the suit. Those upgrades you found that were unidentifiable on Zebes. Now identifiable and useable, you are more powerful than ever.

You go back the way you came and go through the places that you missed, now able to handle the pirate goons.

You're finally feeling clear about what to do, where to go, nothing can stop you but then you enter a room. The boss room. This is where a Mechanized version of Ridley appears. You thought he was gone, you've fought him, the place blew up but no. He's back and more powerful. Mecha Ridley. Stuck in this cramped room with him, you have a narrow window, a small sliver of glass you can break with a button inside but he's going to do everything he can to keep you from breaking it.

Blow him up and his eye activates another self-destruct sequence. One final rush to get out. This is a way to end a game.

[thunder-the-ranger-wolf]

Forever

Summary: SHIELD sends in Captain America as Tony Stark's assistant. The Captain America files are classified, so.it wouldn't be a problem for literally anyone else…

Or: Steve first meets Tony when he is eight years old and the other man (boy, then) announced himself as the sickly one's guardian angel. He met Pepper four years later. They've been through a lot since then. There's no way this would work.

“I'm sorry, you want me to do what?”

“We'd be sending you in as Stark's personal assistant. We need to keep an eye on him, he's getting a bit too out of touch for some people's tastes. Who better to steer him back on the right path than Captain America?”

“You do realize that's exactly the point! He'll recognize me in a heartbeat.”

“The files were classified so heavily that only those who worked with you directly know your face.”

“Including Howard Stark. Who, if I'm reading this correctly, never stopped searching for his lost science project and likely crowed about it every chance he got. There's no way Me. Stark doesn’t know exactly who I am. He'd make me before I got within a block of his place.”

“Stark wouldn't have anything to do with his father or SHIELD on a good day. Do you really think he knows your civilian identity? Look, if you really are that scared of him then I'll send someone else-.”

“Never said I wasn't up for the challenge.” Steve chuckled, eyes glittering. “I do look forward to watching this blow up in your face.”

“That sounds a bit more like what the news reels had in store. I expect your first report within the week.”

“Yes, sir.” Steve smirked and snapped off a salute before stalking out of the room.

“Captain Rogers, is it? Name sounds familiar. Step into my office and we'll get started.”

“JARVIS, kill all the bugs that followed our good Captain into the room, please.”

A disembodied voice responded in the positive and Tony flopped into the comfortable chair behind his desk.

“Good morning, Mr. JARVIS. Pleasure to hear from you.”

“Good morning to you as well, Captain Rogers.”

“Be a dear and tell me exactly who set this joke of an interview up?”

“Fury wants me as a personal assistant to the great Tony Stark. Seems to think you're going off the rails. Are you?”

“Nah, that was Barnes’ chance with Carter five minutes after he met ‘er.”

That made Steve snicker, because as far as he knew the pair had gotten married before Bucky died.

“How do you want to play this?”

“Whatever you think is best is fine by me. I can drop by every now and then or I can be your assistant.”

“At least this way you'd be getting paid to drop by. Might as well introduce you to the real world at some point.”

“I suppose… so what'll it be, Mr. Stark?”

“Pepper's on her way. She's ordered to be here as soon as JARVIS detects a threat to my person. She'll be glad to see you.”

“I'll be glad to meet her.”

He said that right as the redhead walked through the door. She smirked at Tony as she shook the interviewee’s hand.

“Dare I ask the you've found the one?”

“Indeed, Potts. Your prayers have been answered.”

“Surely.” She purred. “You’re lucky Captain Rogers is the last interview. We'll see you at the mansion tomorrow at 0500 hours, Captain. We can watch the sunrise tomorrow.” She lilted.

“Yes, ma'am.”

[handsingsweapon]

The anya prompt you answered earlier 💟💟💟💟 😭😭😭 If you're still up for prompts: 3 or 5 years into the future. Yuuri coming in after a day of practice (or coaching if he's retired) and looking for Victor and Anya. When he finally finds them, they're napping together in the bedroom AAAAAAAAA

(i think you may have sent this twice, anon?)The original plan had involved Yuuri spending a few days in Montreal for work, followed by Victor meeting him in Calgary to head onwards into Banff for a brief vacation together. That had been Victor’s idea, originally, and it should’ve been romantic, except for the slightly exhausted expression he’d had when suggesting the idea while scrubbing crayon off of the living room wall. I’m coming with you to Canada, he’d said. We need a vacation.Okay…? Yuuri had agreed, at the time, and only later had he escalated the terms of the arrangement: Victor had been in the process of drizzling sleepy kisses down the back of Yuuri’s neck when a tentative, tiny knock sounded at their door, followed by a child’s plaintive cries about a nightmare.There is no day that goes by where Anya Katsuki-Nikiforova isn’t the light and joy and wonder of Katsuki Yuuri’s life, but that doesn’t mean for a second that after putting their daughter back to bed and discovering his husband sound asleep he hadn’t thought to himself: Anya is going to stay with my parents, and we are going to get a cabin somewhere very beautiful, and very remote. 

They made the plans accordingly. And then two days before the trip, Anya came down with a fever that wouldn’t break, no matter what they tried. Should we cancel? Yuuri wondered, and worried, and cancel he did: the cabin in Banff, the extra stay. He’d been on the brink of calling the airline, too, of sending an email to the Artistic Director at Cirque to apologize and explain the circumstances when Victor shut the lid of the laptop. We’re going to the doctor first. You’ve been excited about this opportunity with Cirque for three months. 

Anya’s diagnosed with Hand, Foot, and Mouth disease. Victor talks, bullies, and wheedles Yuuri into still making the trip out to Montreal, even if he spends nearly every free moment calling back home for updates between helping the Cirque du Soleil team begin sketching out an ice show – new territory for them, something they try to want to take on tour. He’s very in-vogue as a choreographer; Victor, who trains four different skaters out of the Ice Castle in Hasetsu now – is incredibly proud. My brilliant, beautiful husband, he coos, when they get a moment alone, and sometimes even when they can’t. They’ve been married for eight years now – eight! – and it still makes Yuuri feel effervescent to hold Victor’s attention in that sort of way, makes him want to burn up and fly and do a million other illogical, wonderful things because he was somehow fortunate enough to stumble into a fairytale and then be told to stay as long as he liked there; stay forever.

Now the trip is over, and Yuuri’s made the trip back from Fukuoka himself, imagines Victor must be going stir-crazy at the house while Anya rides out the contagious period and stays home from preschool. It’s late-evening when he finally makes it home, greeted by the joyful yips of their toy poodle – a puppy for Anya to call her own, last year’s birthday present, but also, in a way, Victor’s. They name the puppy Hachi, and she doesn’t replace Makkachin, because Yuuri knows nothing can, but she introduces a different kind of guardian spirit into their home, increases the exuberance and chaos of their household. She is already Anya’s best friend in a way that never makes Yuuri fail to smile. He kicks off his shoes, deposits his suitcase, and kneels down to scratch behind Hachi’s ears and collect excited puppy-kisses. Whatever he was expecting, it wasn’t this; he’d pictured the pitter-patter of little feet, more than anything else, and scooping Anya up in his arms because she’s everything about the world that is precious and wonderful, and then turning into Victor’s chest for a welcome home kiss because he is the thing to which the compass of Yuuri’s entire being always points; he’s Yuuri’s true north. “Vitya? Anya?” 

The house is quiet. Yuuri can see into the living room and kitchen from here, notes the papers and crayons scattered over the coffee table, along with an abandoned cup of tea with a spoon tilted out of it. Curious, he moves closer, examines several drawings side by side; his daughter’s and his husband’s, and Victor’s horrible Japanese scrawl proclaiming welcome home, ‘tou-chan over the box that’s meant to be their house, three stick figures, and a dog. 

His heart swells, and he moves to check Anya’s room, which is empty, and then his and Victor’s, which yields fruit: his husband asleep with a child’s book propped against his chest, and their daughter curled into his side. Yuuri can see the healing blisters, almost gone, compared to the pictures he’d gotten a few days before. Victor’s phone is dead on the floor, unplugged from the charger, which explains why he never responded to Yuuri’s texts of arrival. Yuuri figures he’s got Hachi to thank for that; she must’ve tugged on the cable, wanting to play.

Nevertheless. It’s a perfect picture, because it is real, and it holds all of his favorite people. Yuuri climbs up onto the bed with extreme care, settles in on the other side of Anya, props himself up on an arm so that he can kiss foreheads, first hers, then Victor’s. When Victor’s blue eyes flutter open at the touch, Yuuri presses a finger over his mouth, intending to keep quiet for Anya’s sake. 

Hachi has other ideas, climbing up the trunk that’s at the foot of the bed and then running up to all three of them. Anya mutters short-lived protests as the poodle licks her fingers and then her cheek; like Victor, she slowly comes to. “Tou-chan!”

Yuuri opens his arms, cradles her. Victor’s fingers sweep through his hair, gathering and keeping, and the universe is a bright, just place. “I missed you too, ducky,” he says fondly. It’s an odd nickname, perhaps, born from Anya’s absolute obsession with the birds. Besides, he’s picked up the habit from Victor, from Yuri Plisetsky, whenever he visits. Hardly anyone ever seems to be called by their real name, anymore.

Plisetsky is still convinced he’s going to be able to make her into a cat person. He’s made the trip annually – not for you idiots, but your spawn’s cute – and so far it hasn’t stuck.

Yuuri looks at Victor, still perfect, all these years later. Still his. 

“… I missed you both.”